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disease-danger-darkness-silence · 3 years ago

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Content warning: homelessness, disability, poverty, the usual from your friendly neighborhood screw-up: PART THE THIRD

So I'm starting over from scratch because things have changed drastically. This is an update to this post.

Total raised between all of us: Just about $900! I fixed the car, although there's a few things I still need to take care of in that regard. I got some totes to pack in. I paid bills. I got gasoline.

Links ahead of time:

Ko-Fi | PayPal.Me | Needs Wishlist | Car Wishlist | New Place Wishlist

As always, PayPal and cashapp are both tashabot. If it says Nova, Cat-Thulu, or has a delivery address where my name starts with an N and the zip code is 89701, that's all me.

Explanations below the cut.

Total raised as of today, starting over from the beginning because new month, new fuckup! -

$0/$2,044

Dammit, I thought I'd managed to trim a bunch off.

Anyway the things I need most right now are $48 to pay an EFT that's gonna come out of my bank on Monday for filling up my gas tank yesterday, and $70 I owe my brother. That's this weekend's needs. Next week is a whole new hell cycle.

So we were supposed to be out of here on the 1st. That was yesterday. We are not out of here. Why? Because there are no "pet friendly" units. Luckily the roommate is being somewhat flexible but I have GOT to get out of here. I have three case managers, one property manager, and both myself and Raven working on this. We're also Dashing like crazy, but gas is so fucking expensive here right now! $5+ per gallon! And my gas efficiency has gone up since I fixed the engine but not THAT much.

It's gotten so bad around here, rent-wise, that Raven and I are legitimately considering just fucking fleeing the country. So we are going to be downsizing more than I originally thought, but I do need a scale (for weighing packages we're selling on eBay) and I still need to get a footlocker for my tools (they sell them at Wal-Mart, not that expensive). These together run ~ $50. I can't find a good foot locker to add to my wish list on Amazon, but I do have scales up there.

So rehoming Kono didn't work. She went with my brother and hid for three days and then fought with his cat. She lost a lot of weight. She's back with me for the moment. Need to do something about that. I don't know what to do.

We still have SNAP for the meantime. I need to go renew it soon. We are also on the waitlist for HUD-VASH and are gonna be in transitional housing until that comes through (hopefully within six months, but who knows).

SOMEONE GRACIOUSLY SENT ME THEIR OLD LAPTOP! And it's such a nice laptop, too! It needs a new charger eventually (there's one listed on the Needs wishlist), but it's what' I'm typing on now. I can write again! I can do freelance work and not have to struggle with making room for a huge-ass desktop! I'm so happy!

Some of this is copy-pasted from the old post. Some of it is not. As usual, if you have any unused or half-used gift cards to like auto parts places or whatever, I'm super willing to take them off your hands as I need to do a LOT of car work.

Money I owe my brother: $70, needed ASAP! He has a pre-order for a game that needs to be paid or he'll lose the deluxe edition (yes, it's Lego Star Wars. Shhhhh).

Car stuff: $80ish. I need an oil pan gasket, oil to replace the oil currently in there, a serpentine belt, an oil filter, engine coils, and a trim/door tool set to fix the door handles on the front doors. I imagine that at some point I'll need new tires and a new fuel pump/filter/strainer assembly, but that's a problem for future Nova. All that stuff is listed on the Car Stuff wishlist.

Car insurance: $73. I still haven't removed the Toyota and I can't until Monday, but this is the past-due balance.

Phone Bill: I have a payment arrangement set up with T-Mobile in the amount of $196 on both the 12th and the 26th. Obviously I'm hoping I'll just be able to doordash most of that! Total: $392.

Title Loan: I now only have the one title loan to worry about. It's a much more reasonable amount. The next payment is $129 and it's due on April 4th. It's $395 to pay off in full. THIS HAS NOT CHANGED I HAVE NOT PAID THE APRIL PAYMENT.

Storage: TLDR: Need a foot locker for tools ($26 at Walmart), some weatherproof totes ($71 on amazon for a four-pack), and some basic plastic totes (8-pack on Amazon for $71). Total: roughly $250 with tax.

U-haul: (And dump runs on the days leading up to move -we’re getting rid of a lot of stuff too. Also gas. I’m probably underestimating, fuck.) $300, including deposit.

Cat food: $25.

Allergy meds: $9. Still need these. They are also on the needs wishlist.

Gas: Recently shot up in price to $5 a gallon so probably $200ish. Hasn't changed.

Sundries: ~$100. Raven and I both desperately need underwear and we are running out of toiletries. Our shoes are falling apart too. We got some TP but will need more.

Cigarettes: $100. Please, we know we should quit. It's on the list of shit to do after this move is accomplished.

#signal boost #fundraising #poverty #financial insecurity #homelessness

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peaceoutofthepieces · 5 years ago

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chapter 27.5 (part II)

When My Phone Turns Off

I’m making this a follow up to the last chapter, as it happens directly after yesterday’s fic piece and before today’s chapter (which will be posted very soon). I hope you enjoy!

Lucas wakes up to a weight over his middle and warmth all along his back. A smile is on his face before he’s even fully awake, and there’s a lightness in his chest he isn’t used to feeling. The bed he’s in is comfortable, the pillow soft under his head, and he’s warm and content and at ease. Even though the surroundings are unfamiliar, even though he didn’t shut his eyes until late into the night, he thinks it’s the best sleep he’s ever had.

He leans back into the body behind him and the arm around his waist tightens. His smile widens and he finally opens his eyes, slowly twisting around in the embrace and coming face to face with a sleeping Jens. His lips part slightly around every breath, and his eyelashes are fanned over his cheeks. He looks delicate and young, more peaceful than he appears when awake. Lucas reaches out and traces a finger over his cheek. He moves it down along his jaw, then lightly across his bottom lip, Jens’s breath hot against his skin. He moves his hand up into Jens’s hair and twirls a slightly curly strand between his fingers, thumb skimming over his forehead and causing it to wrinkle.

Jens scrunches his nose and makes a small, sleepy hum, eyes scrunching closed before blinking open slowly. They instantly settle on Lucas and shine with a smile before fluttering closed again. He pulls Lucas against him with the hand still around his waist, smile forming on his lips as he snuggles closer. Lucas grins and kisses his nose, moving his hand back down to his cheek. “Morning,” he says quietly.

Jens nudges his nose against his cheek, nuzzling against his face until Lucas moves enough for him to tuck his face into his neck. Only then does he let out a content smile and mumble back, “Good morning.” Lucas laughs, but slides his arms around his shoulders, pillowing his head a little better. Jens kisses his neck in thanks and says, “I was kind of expecting to wake up in my own bed and realise I was dreaming.”

Lucas whispers, “Sorry to disappoint.” Jens’s fingers curl in the back of his shirt and he kisses him again, over his pulse point. Lucas makes a surprised noise when he bites lightly at the spot, tongue flicking out afterwards and brushing soothingly over the skin. Lucas tries not to react and instead teasingly asks, “Nice dream?”

Jens shakes his head, hair tickling Lucas’s chin, and then pulls back enough to look at him. “Best dream I could have is right next to me.”

Lucas’s smile is slow, and then colour is flooding his cheeks, and it’s much too early for him to respond to this with anything other than stunned, bashful silence. Jens smirks just slightly and Lucas grabs the pillow from under his head and presses it over his face, earning an instant muffled protest. Jens wrestles the pillow out of his grip and thumps it against his side in retaliation, smiling at Lucas’s laughter while he tucks the pillow back under his head.

“That’s not how I expect to be attacked after complimenting you,” Jens informs him, already moving closer again.

“No?” Lucas asks. Jens shakes his head, eyes falling to Lucas’s lips, which pull up in a smile before Jens is kissing him again. He sinks into it, even though his mouth’s cottony and his breath probably stinks and the whole thing should be gross. He doesn’t care, because Jens is in the same boat and he doesn’t care either. He kisses Lucas languidly, thoroughly, like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. He pulls away with the intention of telling Jens they should probably get out of bed, but Jens is immediately trailing another path down his neck, open-mouthed kisses that set his skin on fire. “Jens,” he protests. “If you leave a mark I’m not leaving this room today.”

He feels Jens’s smile. “I have no problem with that.”

Lucas breathes a laugh. “I mean it. That’s not how I want to be introduced to your friends.”

“You’ve already met them.”

“Half of them. And I don’t really want to see their reactions, either.”

Jens groans, but he stops kissing him in favour of flopping against his chest, tossing his leg over Lucas’s and his arm over his stomach, effectively pinning in place. “Fine, but you aren’t getting up yet. Too early.”

Lucas laughs. “None of that woke you up?”

“Shhhhh. This is the only morning I get before you leave me again. I’m spending it in bed with you.”

At that, Lucas can’t help but smile and relent, simply moving his hand back into Jens’s hair and accepting the weight of him for however long he wants.

At least, he tries to, but it gets to a point where his bladder begins to protest. He pats Jens’s shoulder. “Okay, you’re gonna have to move now.” Jens gives a quiet whine of protest. “Jens, I have to pee. And we should get up anyway.”

Jens sighs, long and drawn-out, but he rolls himself off of Lucas and buries himself in his pillow. “Fine. I’ll be awake by the time you come back.”

Lucas doubts that, but he lets him be. He feels a little weird, stepping out of the room in just his t-shirt and boxers, but he’d made the mistake of only bringing jeans. He manages to slip to the bathroom and back without bumping into any other flatmates, however, and when he gets back Jens is already in his jeans and in the process of taking off his shirt. He looks over at Lucas as he tosses the garment on the bed, and Lucas averts his eyes with a mumbled, “Sorry.”

Jens has no qualms about walking right up to him and hugging him against his bare chest, smirking smugly down at Lucas and kissing his cheek. “It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before. I’m completely aware of why you followed me.”

Lucas flushes. He’d shove him away if he thought he could set his hands on Jens’s chest without wanting to drag him back into the bed. “It’s true that it wasn’t for your skateboarding skills.”

Jens mock gasps. “How disappointing. And here I was thinking I’d earned a fan.”

“Oh, I’m a very big fan,” Lucas promises. Jens hums in question and he hums back, and then they’re lost in kisses again and Lucas forgets that he’s supposed to be getting them out of the room. He isn’t sure what to do with his hands, but eventually he gives in, sliding them over the smooth skin of Jens’s back as Jens’s roam through his hair. He doesn’t know how he’ll go home now and live without this, even if it’s only until the next weekend when one of them can travel again. He can’t imagine not waking up to Jens every morning, after only one night.

This time, Lucas presses kisses along Jens’s jaw, leaving him soft and pliant in his hold before he steps away. “Okay, now you really need to put on a shirt and go join your friends or we really won’t make it out of here today.”

Jens narrows his eyes, tilts his head, considers him. “I don’t think you really want me to put on a shirt.”

“Jens,” Lucas warns. He picks Jens’s shirt out of his bag and shoves it at his chest, waiting with crossed arms until he pulls it over his head.

“Fine.” Jens sighs, sneaks another kiss, then disappears with a grin, shutting the door behind him. Lucas smiles after him and takes a moment to bask in the feeling.

He’s more content than he’s ever been.

~^~

Jens enters the kitchen to find Robbe, Sander, and Milan already there. Milan is busy brewing coffee and Robbe is stood frying bacon while Sander stands next to him and distracts him with kisses. Robbe is the first to turn and greet him, smile lighting up as he offers a bright, “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Jens sits at the table and picks up a coaster, turning it around in his hands. He muffles a yawn as Sander turns to look at him with raised brows.

“How was your night?” Sander questions, accepting the cup of coffee Milan passes him.

Jens pulls a face at him. “Fine. Late, thanks to all of you.”

Jens had taken Lucas out as promised yesterday, giving him a short tour of some of his favourite parts of the city, ending in a small cafe with two plates of burgers and fries. It had been the first date, he supposes, liking the idea because they’d had fun. Lucas smiled almost the entire time, offering Jens his pretty laugh freely and stealing kisses whenever they felt like it. It’s the best day Jens has ever had.

They’d gotten home later than planned, but the other boys were still wide awake when they got home, Robbe and Milan laughing in the sitting room while Sander made croques in the kitchen. Jens quickly realised it for the bribery it was, as he quickly lured Lucas in and began asking a hundred questions masked with an innocent smile. Robbe had also listened with rapt attention. Lucas wasn’t phased, sitting relaxed in his chair with Jens’s hand on his knee under the table. Jens watched Sander and Robbe melt quickly, intent gazes morphing into fond smiles as conversation turned into joking and joking into a mini party. Milan had broken out a disco light none of them knew he had and Robbe dug the alcohol out of the fridge. The instant Lucas had begun singing along to a Bowie song even Jens didn’t know, Sander was a goner. Robbe wasn’t far behind him. Once drunk, he’d also filmed the promised video with Milan, doing a mock serious interview of the man before both tried on every item in his closet. It was a video Jens was pretty sure would never see the light of day, but it was amusing nonetheless.

“I like him,” Robbe says now, scooping the bacon onto a plate. “I’m glad it seems to be going well.”

Jens feels a smile take over his face and he ignores Sander’s knowing gaze, focusing his attention on the coaster balanced between his fingers. “It’s great,” he agrees. “I’m just hoping Moyo and Aaron don’t fuck it up.”

Sander snorts, taking a sip of his coffee. “I warned them to be on their best behavior. No hugs.”

Robbe laughs quietly and glances back at Jens. “It is great, but,” he hesitates.

“But?”

Robbe sighs, taking a seat across from him and leaving Sander to watch the rest of the food. Milan sets two coffees between them and settles down next to Robbe, resting his chin on his hand. “But, he still thinks he has to give him the talk.”

Robbe gives him a look before turning back to Jens. “It’s just...I remember the last night you stayed over here. I’ve never seen you that upset, Jens. And I can’t forget that it was his fault.”

“Robbe,” Jens starts.

“I didn’t forget, either,” Lucas says. Jens looks up to find him stood in the doorway, expression as serious as he’s seen it yet. “And I don’t plan to. I’m trying to make it up. I know you’ve all watched the video, anyway, so you know I get that I fucked up. And I deserve, whatever talk you wanna give me and whatever doubts you have. I like you guys, and I want you to like me too, but I understand if it takes time. I’m actually kind of glad you’re still mad at me, because it proves how much you really care about Jens, and he deserves good friends. So,” he moves around the table, taking the seat next to Jens and bracing his elbows on the wood, lacing his hands together. “Hit me. Whatever you want to say.”

Robbe and Jens share a look, Robbe slightly surprised and Jens pleased. He gives Robbe a tiny nod, as if to say, ‘Go on’, and Robbe twists towards Lucas, determined. “Okay. It’s easy to say you want all these things, but now you’ve had to travel here and know what it’s going to be like, are you still serious about it?”

“Yes,” Lucas answers instantly. “If anything, it’s only made me more sure. I’m here as long as Jens wants me.”

That seems to satisfy Robbe, and after a minute of silence Jens says, “That’s all you can think of, isn’t it?”

Robbe sighs. “It’s not as easy as it sounds, okay? He covered a lot in the video. And I like him. I don’t want to be doing this.”

Lucas smiles like that makes him feel a little better as Jens reaches over to pat Robbe’s arm. Sander sets the plate of bacon in the middle of the table with more fuss than necessary, causing them all to look at him. “How about, you ever hurt Jens again, we’ll kill you, and because you’re probably cooler than he is, vice versa. Sound fair?” He directs this at Jens, who flips him off in response. He smiles brightly, drooping himself over Robbe’s shoulders and planting a kiss in his hair. “Voila. Talk done. Now eat your breakfast so we can go meet the others.”

It’s incredibly nice, being able to walk through the streets with Lucas under his arm, forced to pause occasionally for Sander to take a picture of something—even when Robbe’s hanging on his back like a koala. Jens is used to feeling like a third wheel next to all of their affection. It’s nice to be a part of it instead, to turn and press a kiss to Lucas’s cheek or ruffle his hair or share an amused smile at the other’s antics.

Moyo and Aaron are already waiting for them at the skatepark, and they introduce themselves to Lucas with ease. Jens is relieved, for all of the five minutes it takes for Moyo to launch into another round of twenty questions, this time with the hope of improving their own YouTube channel.

Lucas simply shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with your videos. It just takes time. The more content you make the more often, the more easily you’ll get noticed. If you’re funny and good looking people will watch anything.”

“So if you use me,” Jens concludes. Moyo makes a face at him.

Lucas gives him a smile and a little shake of his head as if that’s exactly what he meant. “For example, yeah.”

Moyo scoffs at Jens’s smug expression. “This doesn’t count, his opinion is biased.”

“He’s right, though,” Robbe butts in. “Jens or Sander as the promo image and everyone’s watching that.” Sander simply laughs and gives Jens a fist bump.

“Maybe you could endorse us,” Aaron suggests to Lucas, immediately earning himself a punch in the arm from Moyo. “No, but, it could be good for him too. Like a boyfriend video. Jens got like a thousand new followers overnight, anyway.”

Jens’s brow furrows. He only gets message notifications, so he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t thought to check. His main reason for using his phone was with him for once. He was too distracted to even think about. “I did?”

“Uh, yeah? That’s what happens when your celebrity boyfriend tags you in his post,” Moyo teases.

Lucas shakes his head. “I’m hardly a celebrity.”

Jens reaches up and pinches his cheek, laughing when Lucas swats him away. “You’re a celebrity to us.”

Lucas grabs the lapels of his jacket and tugs him towards him where he’s sitting on one of the ramps. “‘Us’ or ‘me’?”

“Maybe just me,” Jens admits. “Hopefully.”

Lucas smiles and gives him a quick kiss, leaving Jens to pull him in for more, completely ignoring Moyo’s exaggerated cooing. At this moment, Jens doesn’t think about the fact that Lucas will be leaving in a few hours. He doesn’t think about the next vlog, or the mass of new followers on his Instagram, or the fact that he still hasn’t met Lucas’s friends or told his parents. He just kisses the boy he loves, in front of all his best friends, and lives in the now.

#van der stoffels #vds #jens x lucas #wtfock #skam nl #when my phone turns off #wmpto

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1dliveshere · 4 years ago

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The Last Summer Ch.3

As the RV continued rolling down the highway the only audible sounds were the faint sound of the portable humidifier, the static of the radio, and the whispering coming from Niall and Harry.

“I’m really grateful we were able to take this trip. It would have really sucked to not do anything special for our last summer together.”

“I totally agree mate.... So Harry have you decided what you want to go to college for?” Niall turned towards his best friend of 15 years.

“Yeah I have. I’ve decided instead of going to college I’m going to open my own photography studio. My uncle already has a space available that he said I could rent for cheap.”

“I think you’d be great at that! How’d your parents react?”

“Not well. They keep bringing up the fact that I can’t do that with my life if I want to support my family. Kayla keeps encouraging me to do it even with the circumstances.”

“So do you think Kayla will be your family one day?”

“I don’t think Niall, I know.” Harry blushed “What about Alyssa? Is she the one?”

“Definitely” Niall answered now blushing as well.

As the boys continued talking about life Kayla stumbled out of the back of the RV.

“Babe what’s wrong?” Harry looked in the rear view mirror.

“My throat is killing me.”

“It’s probably from you screeching at Louis earlier” laughed Niall.

“Shut up Niall. He deserved it. He ruined my pants” Kayla plopped on the couch.

“I think there might be some tea up in the cupboard over there” Harry pointed towards the mini fridge. “That would help your throat”

“Thanks babe. I think I’ll make some..... wait I just realized something. What are you doing still driving at almost 3 am? Don’t you think we should pull over so you can sleep?”

“No I’m doing okay. I want to get to Jackson, Wyoming by 8 am so we can go hiking.”

“Do you guys mind keeping quiet? It’s kinda hard to sleep when you won’t shut up?” Zayn lifted his head off the couch.

“Sorry Zayn... I honestly forgot you were even in here.” Kayla laughed. “I’ll shut up now.”

“It’s alright I’m already up anyway”

“I’m awake too” Gigi stated. “I’m starving for some reason.”

“That’s probably because we didn’t eat supper” Liam pipped up.

“OMG. You’re right!” Maya hollered.

“I’m starving.” Niall whined from the front seat.

“Babe you would have never said that if Liam wouldn’t have mentioned it.” Alyssa laughed entering the room.

“Why are you up?”

“How am I not? Y’all need to learn how to whisper.”

“I second that” Louis said sounding aggravated.

Within 5 minutes everyone was awake at 3 am, on a highway in Wyoming, starving to death.

“OH MY GOSH!! IS THAT A WAFFLE HOUSE I SEE?!” Alyssa suddenly screamed making everyone jump.

“IT IS!!! HARRY YOU NEED TO PULL THIS RV OVER RIGHT NOW. THEY ARE OPEN 24 HOURS AND I AM STARVING” Niall topped Alyssa’s scream.

“Niall I’m not even in the correct lane and it’s literally 1000 feet from us.”

Niall quickly grabbed the wheel and jerked it the the right sending the RV into a spin.

“NIALL LET GO OF THE MOTHER FREAKING WHEEL. YOU’RE GOING TO KILL IS”

“AHHHHHHHH”

Somehow the RV landed straight in the middle of a parking spot in from of The Waffle House. While everyone else was still freaked out by everything that had just happened, Niall and Alyssa cheered at the fact that they were going to The Waffle House.

“I swear Niall if you ever pull that shiii-schnitzel with me again I’ll kill you” Harry stated sounded pissed.

“You’re lucky you caught yourself Harold. You almost had to put a $1 in the swear jar.” Louis mocked.

As the friend group pilled out of the bus Harry grabbed his camera and snapped a picture of the building.

“Send me that. I want to post it.” Alyssa looked at Harry.

“As long as I get credit.”

“Sure thing, Harold.”

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“Oh get over yourself.... HAROLD.”

As the group entered the building they found a table big enough for everyone to sit at. They waited for someone to take their order but no one ever did. After sitting there for 15 minutes they were starting to get annoyed.

“I’m so hungry I could eat this napkin.” Eleanor whined.

“I’ve got you babe.” Louis quickly jumped up and ran towards the counter.

“Louis do not do anything stu- and he jumped over the counter.”

Louis ran over to the waffle maker and dumped the batter in it. Or what he thought was batter. It turned out to be bacon grease.

As the waffle maker burst into flames the cook came running out of the back with a fire extinguisher and put the fire out.

“GET OUT OF HERE. YOU ARE BANNED FROM THIS WAFFLE HOUSE.”

Everyone quickly took off running. Once outside Alyssa turned towards Louis. “I can’t believe you right now. That’s my favorite place to eat and now I’m going to die of starvation.”

“Hey guys, there’s a gas station over there. Let’s just go buy some food there.” Liam pointed across the street.

So the group set off to the gas station. As they entered the building it had your typical gas station smell; it wasn’t good. They all split up and grabbed whatever they could find.

Back at the RV they all settled down in the living area. Harry was back to driving but Niall wasn’t riding up front with him. Niall decided he needed sleep.

While at the gas station, Kayla and Alyssa decided to get a 2 pound bag of their favorite candy, Twizzlers, to share.

After everyone wasn’t starving anymore they went their separate ways to go back to bed.

THE NEXT MORNING

“Guys we made it to Jackson, Wyoming! Get your lazy butts up and ready. We are going hiking.”

“Harry it’s too early to yell.... shhhhh” Liam held his finger up to his lips.

Soon everyone was up and getting ready. Harry had pulled into a parking lot. So he was able to get ready also. All the guys had on basketball shorts and T-shirt’s on while all the girls had either workout leggings or bike shorts with some random shirt.

After they were all ready for their hike, they locked up the RV and headed towards the start of the trail.

“Can’t we do a level 2 trail instead of a level 7 one? My stomach hurts and I don’t wanna die.” Alyssa whined.

“You’ll be fine babe. It won’t be that bad” Niall reassured.

He was wrong. Very wrong.

2 hours later

“It’s so hot”

“I’m gonna passout”

Literally everyone was dying. Puffing for air, sweat running down their backs, their vision dancing with black dots.

“Alyssa are you okay back there? You’re walking super slow.” Yelled Maya.

“I’m f-f-aarrrrhhhh” Alyssa puked.

“Oh my gosh!!!!” Screamed Kayla “it’s bright red. Like blood red. That’s not normal last time I checked.”

Niall started sprinting down the mountain.

“Babe, something’s wrong. We should go to the hospital.” Niall scooped Alyssa up and took off sprinting for the RV; everyone quickly followed.

Harry drove 45 mph in a 30 mph all the way to the hospital. Once they got there Alyssa was taken straight into a emergency room.

“Does your stomach hurt still? Any tenderness?” The Doctor pushed around on Alyssa’s stomach.

“I was a little nauseous until I threw up, but now I feel totally fine.”

“Okay, we’re going to run a few tests to see what’s going on.”

The rest of the group were sitting in the waiting room.

“I’m so bored. There’s nothing to do here” Louis whined like a two year old child.

“Louis it’s a hospital. Last time I checked it’s not supposed to be fun.” Zayn stated.

Louis was about ready to sass back when Niall came through the door.

“They are going to run some tests to see what’s going on. So far everything they’ve done has come back normal. So I’m not really for sure what could be causing it.” Niall worried.

“What about the Twizzlers she ate last night? That’s all her and Kayla had since yesterday at lunch time. Maybe that mixed with the heat made her sick.”

“Louis for once in your life you’re a genius.” Niall turned and walked back to the emergency department to inform the Doctor about the Twizzlers.

“I thought about that while we were still hiking.”

“Louis why the freak didn’t you say something then?” Zayn hit his hand to his face.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t think it was my place.”

Everyone rolled their eyes.

“Of course you didn’t”

After 15 minutes had passed, Alyssa and Niall walked through the door. “The doctor said it was just from the Twizzlers and that I’ll be fine.”

“Well I’m happy that’s all it was, but tonight we are eating more than Twizzlers for supper.” Kayla laughed.

As the large group of friends exited the hospital, Harry looked up to see some dude trying to break into the RV.

“Oh sh—“ Harry took off running.

“Well looks like he owes a $1 to the swear jar now”

“You girls stay here; we don’t want you to get hurt.” The boys took off running chasing after their friend.

After about 10 minutes the guys finally pulled up in the RV. Kayla hopped in the passenger seat while the girls climed in the back.

“So what happened?” Questioned Kayla.

“Oh nothing. They guy just took off running.” Harry’s voice went up an octave indicating he was lying.

“Harry, you’re lying.”

“Am not”

“Okay then, turn and look me in the eyes and tell me that.”

“ I can’t, I’m driving.”

“Harry look at me.”

Harry still wouldn’t look at his girlfriend.

“HAROLD”

Harry finally turned towards Kayla with a big cheesy grin on his face. That grin wasn’t the only thing on his face. His left eye was swollen up almost double the normal size, and it had a huge dark circle around it.

“HAROLD EDWARD STYLES. WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO YOU?”

“Oh I’ll tell you. Harold here walked up to the dude and asked him what he was doing and told him to get away from the RV. The guy told him he wasn’t going to so Harry punched the dude and the dude then punched Harry back. He was trying to show off.” Louis said sounding quite proud of himself.

“Harry” Kayla sighed, “ you can’t just go up to some dude and mouth off like that.”

Kayla got up and walked to the freezer and got a bag of peas. “Here put this on your eye. It will help the swelling to go down.”

“Thanks love.”

As the RV continued driving towards Nebraska, everyone was just sitting around on their phones, exhausted.

“Oh my gosh I’m going to freaking kill my parents.” Alyssa three her phone down on the couch.

“Why? What are they doing?” Maya asked.

“Literally they’ve called me 5 times today and texted countless times. It’s starting to get su— great there they are again.”

Louis without even thinking picks up Alyssa’s phone, opens the window and chucks it.

“LOUIS WHAT THE FREAK?!”

Everyone was shocked that he actually just did that.

“Thanks. Now I don’t have a phone for the rest of the trip.”

“It’s fine. Harry can pull over at the closet Verizon and I’ll buy you one.” Louis held up his wallet.

Alyssa turned and walked away towards the front of the bus. “Kayla, can I sit up front for awhile? I need a break from Louis.”

“Yeah that’s fine.” Kayla got up and went to sit next to Louis.

“Good job idiot.” Kayla smacked the back of Louis’ head.

***

After 5 hours passed and they only had stopped to pee once, everyone was getting highly agitated.

“I’m going to find somewhere to park so we can walk around for a little bit. My legs hurt from driving and I just really need a break from the RV.”

“That’s fine Harry. I think me, you, and the boys should go on a walk or something.” Niall hollowed from the kitchen.

“I think us girls are just going to stay on the bus and watch a movie. We are all tired.” Alyssa told the boys.

Harry quickly turned into the first random lot that he saw. It happened to be in the middle of nowhere.

“Harry we are literally in the middle of no where. Don’t you think you should wait until we get somewhere more public?” Questioned Kayla.

“No you’ll be fine. Just keep the door locked.”

The boys all piled out of the RV and headed out on their walk to stretch their legs.

“Yes! Finally we are alone on the bus.” Eleanor screamed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the boys but sometimes I just want girl time.”

“I totally agree. What movie do you guys want to watch?”

As they were in the middle of throwing ideas around, Gigi exited the bathroom crying.

“Omg. Gigi what’s wrong??”

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 6 years ago

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The Morning After - Liam x MC

Continuation of “Ladies and Gentlemen The King Has Left The Building!” <---- you may want to have a ready of this before reading “the morning after”

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Summary: … Its the morning after and riley decides to take advantage of the fact that Liam couldn’t remember the events from the night before...

Word Count: 2,483

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The next morning Riley woke up to a weight lying ontop of her. She moaned and grumbled as she tried to move, but she couldn’t. “what the-” she mumbled as her eyes flickered open to see her husband lying ontop of her snoring away, both of them still fully dressed.

“Liam” she whispered trying to wake him without startling him “Liam!” she said louder causing him to groan and move slightly “Liam!” she raised her voice loud enough to wake up but not too loud to alert the guards outside.

“shhhhh Riley im sleeping” he groaned “get off’a me!” she chastised as she gently pushed him over, so he would move. He rolled over a little too far causing him to roll off the side of the bed, hitting the floor with a thud

“ouch! Riley!!” he groaned

“don’t you ouch Riley me!” she mumbled “I can’t feel half my body because you, Mr I’m going to drink a shit ton of alcohol and embarrass myself, fell asleep ontop of your wife after you got her all hot and bothered!”

“shhhh don’t shout” Liam mumbled quietly. Riley moved over to the side of the bed wondering why he hadn’t gotten back up yet, as she looked over she cursed under her breathe. There he lay falling back asleep. “LIAM!” she bellowed startling him awake!

“shhhh!!!!!” he grimaced as he covered his ears. “you’re so mean to me”

“that’s what you get for leaving me high and dry mister!”

“what?” he asked confused as he slowly sat himself up, leaning on the bed with his head leaning down on his arms “I don’t remember anything Riley, what happened?”

“what’s the last thing you remember?”

“um our conversation outside, just before we came back into the palace.”

“why are we still dressed? Didn’t we…y’know…?”

“no…no we did not “y’know”! I thought we were going to…the whole damn palace thought we were going to!”

“what?” he lifted his head

“oh yeah…you announced it to the whole damn party that I was trying to get into your pants and that you were going to bring me back to our room and…ohh let me see…what was it you called it?” she replied sarcastically “hmmm…oh yes that’s it…we were gonna play hide the sausage…and you were going to be parking the beef bus…in tuna town!” she yelled in a whisper. She watched as Liam's face reddened from embarrassment.

“i told the whole court?” he whispered in shock

“everyone that was still there!”

“oh my- how am I supposed to face them now!” he sighed

“oh…never mind the people of court…the poor waiter! You booped him!”

“I booped him?”

“right on his damn nose! THEN LAUGHED! REPEATEDLY!” she tried not to laugh but she couldn’t help it “poor damn waiter…his face was a picture though”

“Riley this isn’t funny…I’m a king for goodness sake!”

“yeah, a king who’s still sitting in his clothes from the party last night, sitting on the floor after falling off the bed, with a splitting headache!” she laughed

“riley…this isn’t funny” he smirked

“oh, my poor Liam…you think that’s bad you don’t know the worst of it!” riley laughed, she wanted to really get him back for leaving her high and dry, so she decided to mess with him a little bit.

“what?” he asked her seriously

“yeah…I’m not sure if I should tell you”

“Riley you gotta tell me…”

“are you sure you wanna know?”

“yes Riley! Yes, I want to know!”

“alright…well…you should probably avoid Bastian as much as you can”

“why? What did I do?” Liam answered seriously

“let’s just say your highness that you decided to play a little tonsil tennis last night and it wasn’t with me!” she was dying to laugh as she watched Liam's face go pale.

“what?” he gulped

“yeah…”

“how the hell am I supposed to avoid Bastian! Hes my damn security!! He follows me everywhere!”

“I don’t know maybe you should have thought of that before you went to first base with him” she chuckled

“Riley! This isn’t funny”

“I’m sorry I can’t help it…its hilarious!” she guffawed

“wait…why aren’t you hungover!” Liam asked knowing Riley had also been drinking

“because my lovely husband… I worked in a bar…I have mastered the talent of drinking without a hangover” she smirked

“you should really go shower, you have like thirty minutes before your first meeting with Francesco starts”

“oh no…how am I going to face him after last night?”

“I’m sure he won’t even remember, and if he does he’s not going to embarrass you Liam…you’re the king…he’ll probably act like he doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about, just don’t bring it up”

“yes…but I know what happened Riley!...the things I said in front of him…in front of everyone” he groaned as he got up running his hands over his face and through his hair

“Liam you still have fake blood on your face…” realising he had just pulled it through his hair he groaned making his way over to the bathroom. Riley stood from the bed and made her way over to him, catching him just at the door.

“I didn’t get a morning kiss” she whispered shyly

“oh” he smiled softly, leaning down and placing his lips on hers.

“I’ll get you some breakfast to eat before your meeting” she smiled

“and som-”

“painkillers” she finished what he was going to say.

“yes…thank you” he placed a gently kiss on her head then headed into the bathroom to climb into the shower.

After a quick shower, the bathroom door opened and out walked Liam with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets falling from his hair onto the small towel he had draped over his shoulders. Riley had just finished making his breakfast in the little kitchenette in the royal apartment, she walked into the bedroom, placing his plate of pancakes down on the small table with two painkillers and a glass of orange juice.

Liam stood in front of his dresser, drying his hair with the towel from his shoulders. riley headed over to the walk in closet to get some clothes for when she got out of the shower.

“Riley?” Liam called

“yeah?”

“can you come here for a second…”

Riley made her way out into the bedroom where Liam stood butt ass naked looking through his drawers.

“did you move my briefs?”

“Liam…why on earth would I do that?” she smirked

“because its you…” he smirked

“you want your panties you’re going to have to look for ‘em”

“Riley! For the millionth time they’re men’s briefs”

“what about…budgie smugglers?”

“Riley!”

“Banana Hammock?”

“no”

“Pickle pincher”

“Riley I swea-”

“MANTIES” she guffawed as she made her way back into the closet then walked out just a few seconds later with a black pair of men’s briefs

“you moved them yesterday” she smirked

“I did?”

“yes…before we had dinner?”

“yes that’s right I did!, sorry” he blushed

“its alright…now get your manties on before someone comes looking for you” she pinged his underwear at him then walked back into the closet laughing.

“you’re lucky I love you!” he called to her as he caught them.

“aww I love you too sweetie!” she chuckled

Once he was dressed Liam sat down to quickly eat his breakfast and take his painkillers whilst Riley went for a shower. After putting his plate on the counter in the kitchenette he went into the bathroom and slid the shower door open a little.

“ill see you later” he smiled

“see you later sweetie, I love you” Riley smiled as she placed a gently kiss on his lips careful not to get any water on him.

“I love you too” he replied with a smile before pulling the shower door shut then heading out for his meeting. Once he reached the door to the apartment Liam gripped the handle then let out a deep breath knowing Bastian would be outside the door. He opened the door with a smile on his face.

“good morning your majesty” Bastian greeted him with a curt nod

“yes good morning” Liam replied a little awkwardly, Liam stood not knowing what to say next.

“ummm…” he mumbled then cleared his throat “shall we?...” he gestured for them to head down the corridor.

“of course your Majesty…after you.”

“of course” Liam smiled slightly then started to make his way down to his meeting.

He had no idea if he should say anything about the night before or if he should just pretend it never happened…no he should say something…Bastian was his head of security but also a friend, he didn’t want it to be awkward between them.

“Bastian…I-I hope you will accept my apology for last night”

“no need your Majesty…”

“yes there is Bastian…”

“you were just enjoying the ball your Majesty nothing wrong with that…as a matter of fact…I quiet enjoyed the show” Bastian smirked

“you enjoyed it?”

“yes your Majesty…it was quiet entertaining”

“entertaining?” Liam whispered to himself

“don’t worry your Majesty…your secret is safe with me”

“no Bastian there is no secret, ive not got any secrets”

“what happens between two people stays between them” Bastian replied obviously talking about the kings behaviour last night, knowing that hardly any members of the court were actually still there, he wasn’t going to say a word to anyone about the kings kinky mind.

“yes…thank you?” Liam thanked him confused about the whole conversation.

Once they approached the door to his office, the two stopped outside.

“your Majesty…” Bastian pointed to his own lips trying to show the king that he had a little bit of his breakfast on his mouth. Liam's eyes widened, shocked as he took a step back

“Bastian! That is not appropriate!!” Liam exploded then turned and entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Liam spent the whole meeting stuck in his head, he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation with Bastian…why on earth would Bastian think it was okay to do that? He knew he was married… The king rattled his brain trying to figure it out.

It was just twenty minutes into the meeting when Francesco grabbed the king’s attention.

“Your Majesty…if I may be forward…I wasn’t going to say anything but…it seems you have something on your mouth” Liam turned to see his reflection in the window beside him then he gasped “no…” he whispered as he removed the food, realising that Bastian had just been pointing out the food on his mouth.

“thank you Francesco” he nodded as his attention fell to the meeting. The meeting finished about forty minutes later, once Francesco had left the room Liam called Bastian in.

“your majesty”

“Bastian…I apologise…I shouldn’t have yelled earlier, I didn’t realise you were telling me I had something on my face”

“that’s quite alright”

“No Bastian it isn’t, you know I’ve been racking my brain all through that meeting about our conversation earlier…about last night…i was intoxicated…I should not have advanced on you the way that I did…it was unprofessional…”

“but your maje-”

“No Bastian I’m not finished, I am happily married…I have a wife…we are planning on having children…what happened last night was…out of character and I assure you it will never happen again”

“your Majesty I don’t recall you advancing on me”

“now Bastian…you don’t have to pretend because I am your king…I get it…you enjoyed it when I kissed you-”

“your Majesty! I assure you!-”

“Bastian, please, I was at fault, I shouldn’t have kissed you”

“I think you may have been a little more intoxicated than you think, your majesty…I assure you…you did not kiss me!”

“but Riley sa-” as soon as Liam realised what had happened, his face went bright red.

“god dammit Riley!…” he groaned

“Bastian…I’m sorry…could we continue this conversation on the way up to the apartment?”

“of course…after you.” Bastian smirked

As they headed up to the apartment Liam apologised to Bastian repeatedly, he explained to him what had happened, Bastian found it hilarious.

“wait so when I tried to tell you, you had something on your face-”

“yes…I thought you wanted a kiss” Liam chuckled as his face went red.

Once they reached the apartment, Bastian waited at the side of the door, whilst Liam walked in. Riley was sitting on the sofa, reading through some papers when Liam walked in. He stopped as soon as he seen her. When Riley heard the door open, she looked up to see him standing there with a smirk on his face.

“you!” he pointed at her.

“now Liam…” she said as she slowly got up from the sofa, putting the papers down on the table “just…take a deep breathe” she smirked then looked over towards the bedroom door.

“its not funny” Liam stated not moving a muscle

“I’m…just gonna go…” Riley bolted, jumping over the back of the sofa on her way towards the bedroom, with Liam hot on her tail…

“Riley rhys I swear to god…when I catch you!” he called running after her.

Liam chased Riley into the bedroom, laughing as they went.

“I cant believe you did that!” he smirked as he stood on one side of the bed and she stood on the other.

“I had some food from breakfast on my mouth before i went into the meeting, he tried to tell me by pointing to his lips…I THOUGHT HE WANTED A KISS!!!”

“I CAN’T…I’M GONNA GET A STITCH” Riley laughed hysterically.

“I can’t believe you did that” he laughed

“I had to…you couldn’t remember…of course I was going to get a little fun out of it.”

“you are so lucky I love you…no one else would get away with embarrassing a king like that” he smirked

“aww it’s because you love me so very much…”

“yes it is…but I think I owe you some payback” Liam slowly made his way around to Riley.

“come here sweetie” Liam smirked

“no…” she laughed

“awe c’mon…come here…” he laughed as he stepped closer to her

“Liam rhys…I am not stupid…”

“oh Riley…my sweet, sweet Riley”

Riley smirked as she stood with her back to the bed. Liam stepped closer to her, as he went to take one final step, Riley quickly climbed onto the bed, as she went to head for the door, Liam gently grabbed her feet. As she fell down on to the mattress laughing, she turned over to face him as he leaned himself over top of her, holding himself up.

“and what are you doing?” she smirked with one of her eyebrows raised and a smirk on her face.

“I’m just giving my wife what she deserves” he chuckled as he leaned down, pressing his lips against Riley's.

“why don't we get started on that family we talking about?“ liam whispered

“I would love that“

Just a short while later the two lay side by side under the duvet.

“and that…my dear husband…is all I wanted” Riley laughed as she cuddled into his chest.

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timeoutforthee · 6 years ago

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More Guardian Angel!Remy

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Taglist: @scrapbookofsketches, @thekeytohappiness-is-you, @khadij-al-kubra, @beautifully-terribly

TW: one homophobic slur, slight violence, and drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this story just keeps getting longer. So. Also this chapter was inspired by this amazing post by @awkward-turtle-patton

“You did what?”

“Oh my God, it’s totally not a big deal. The kid wanted proof. I lowered my sunglasses. Big deal.”

“Yes big deal! Very big deal!” Nate sighs and rubs his temples, “Remy, why are you like this?”

“Um, better question, why are you such a buzzkill?”

“Because I take my job seriously, Remy, unlike you-”

“Oh, just because I want my charges to work for their success instead of rearranging everything around them so that everything falls into their lap-”

“I don’t want my charges to suffer, Remy!”

“So instead you’ve just created waves and waves of self-entitled dickheads-”

“I should have gotten Virgil-”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s been 22 years, let it go-”

“If I had, he would have been a respected intern in an office right now-”

“He would have given up art, Nate!”

“So?!”

“If you would get your head out of your own ass-”

“Well at least my ass has wings!”

And, okay, rude. He definitely didn’t have to go there. Remy purses his lips, and even with the sunglasses, Nate can feel the glare behind them.

A guardian got their wings when they significantly changed the outcome of their charge’s life. Nate had made it his mission, as a guardian angel, to rearrange their lives until they had the most power possible. Remy was more focused on happiness, and honestly, who knew their own happiness better than the human? That’s why he stayed back and let them have most of the control. It’s also why he still didn’t have his wings yet.

Which he wasn’t bitter about. At all.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll go back and check on Virgil.”

Virgil was going to be okay.

That was a mantra he had repeated to himself since day one, and now he had a guardian angel to confirm it. Which should, in theory, be comforting. Except he had found out that his guardian angel was kind of a mess, which was fitting, really, and Virgil couldn’t really judge. Still, maybe he should, like, pray or something and request a switch. Could he do that? He really should have asked more questions. Did it even matter who it was? How could he trust that a random guy could have his destiny all planned out?

Remy told him to trust fate. Until yesterday, he didn’t even believe in fate. He believed in choices and consequences. He made the wrong choice by studying art, and he was suffering as his consequence.

He gripped his beer a little tighter. He didn’t know why his co-workers had asked him to come out tonight. He didn’t particularly like any of them, and he had a feeling they didn’t really like him, either. But his choices for the night were either sulking in the bar or sulking at home. And he was getting really tired of his mother fluttering around him like he was a directionless teenager again. He was a directionless twenty two year old, thank you very much.

He tipped his bottle back and tried to change his line of thinking.

I’ve come a long way. Just to end up in the same place- I have friends. Who haven’t called- I have professors on my side, professors who believe in me. Too bad you’re disappointing them-

The bartender sat a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Black Russian,” the bartender replied, then he pointed, “From that guy.”

Virgil turned. There, lounging on a chair across from the bar, was Remy. His glasses were still in place, but his Starbucks cup was replaced with a wine glass.

He looked back at the bar. He needed some stupid angel magic to get him out of this mess. He needed to know why destiny put him back here. He needed something.

Remy didn’t offer him anything, except for this. A very, very human way to forget.

What the hell?

Virgil twisted in his seat, raising the glass. Remy raised his in response.

“Here’s to you, Remy,” then he downed it.

Oooooh, he was dead. Nate was absolutely going to kill him.

But, like, honestly? Worth it.

Virgil did not get drunk often. He was always so carefully guarded, and having all those walls come crumbling down in the blink of an eye was not something he actually wanted to do. Most of the time.

“It’s bullshit, if another entitled angry white man comes into the God damn store and asks me why ‘is card isn’ working I’mma scream. Sir, I am paid to take your money, my degree is in art how the everlovin’ fuck should I know the inner workin’s of a GAS PUMP?!” Virgil slurred as he stood on top of the bar.

The patrons were starting to become uncomfortable. Mainly because they were entitled, angry white men who definitely have told off someone in customer service at least once. The bartenders, however, seemed to be entertained, and were hesitant to yank him down.

Okay, also Remy had, like, a little bit of influence.

“And you know what else I hate?”

“Virgil, maybe you should-”

“Shhh!” Virgil said, raising a finger to his lips to cut off a co-worker, “I hate when pregnant mothers come in and buy cigarettes. Like, it’s 2018, are we still doing this? And like, fine, I guess you do you, but fucking secondhand smoke issa thing.”

Virgil trailed off as he stared in wonder at the ceiling. Remy noticed that the song in the background was changing. “I LOVE this song!”

Virgil slowly started swaying to the music. Remy clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so, so dead, but his human was having fun, and didn’t he deserve that?

However, it was brought to a halt when someone shouted “Fag!” at him from across the bar.

Virgil stopped and narrowed his eyes. He scanned the crowd until he landed on the guy, some rando with a trucker hat. He jumped off, with far more grace than he really should have, and stalked over to him.

As he got closer, the guy started to second guess if that was exactly a good idea. Virgil may have been lanky, but he was currently towering over him with a fire burning behind his eyes. They stared at each other for brief moment before Virgil swung and decked him. Between the punch and the surprise, the guy fell off the stool he was sitting on.

“Yes!” Remy cried, standing up. He technically should be against violence, but honestly? He was against homophobia more. Punch more homophobes, 2k18.

The bartenders headed over to kick Virgil out, but he just waved them off with a slurred “‘m goin’, ‘m goin’.”

His guardian angel followed him out, finding him sprawled on a patch of grass.

“V, honey? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm. I’m stargazing,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully. Remy glanced up. Whoa. He had never really been on Earth at night time. He didn’t know the stars looked this beautiful. Pausing briefly, he laid down next to his human.

“Remy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t need to look into the future to see that.”

“D’you look into my future a lot?”

Remy sighs, “Kinda. I have a few charges, and they all have multiple outcomes based on life choices that they make everyday. I can’t look into every choice or option you have, especially since I know I probably won’t step in. But I always look at the major ones.”

“Thas a lotta big words fer you,” Virgil says, still staring at the sky.

“I’ve been around for centuries, doll, I can speak as fancy as I want to. I just don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Oh my God, you sound like my coworkers. Like honestly? It’s not that deep. I talk like this because I want to. I drink Starbucks because I want to. I wear these sunglasses because I want to,” he pauses, “I may be an angel, but I’m not above enjoying humanity.”

“Y’know, I bet if I was sober, that’d be real deep.”

“I literally said it wasn’t that deep-”

“Shhhhh,” Virgil says, bringing a finger to Remy’s lips.

Okay. Maybe he should have cut Virgil off a little bit earlier.

Suddenly Virgil is moving his arms so that he’s hugging Remy to him. He lays his head on his shoulder.

“V? You good?”

“I don’ get hugs anymore, leave me ‘lone,” Virgil says, “So, how does the angel thing...work?”

“Okay, first, you have to be more specific. Second, work is boring and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“D’you like it?”

Remy pauses, let’s silence hang in the air for a bit.

“Yes,” because he does. He doesn’t like some of his coworkers’ snide remarks or judginess. But he likes seeing humans rise to the occasion, likes seeing all the twists and turns their life could take, likes to see where they ultimately choose to go.

Virgil nods, his cheek rubbing against Remy’s shoulder. Actually, now that they’re cuddling, Remy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He reaches over and brushes a few purple locks off of Virgil’s forehead.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall asleep…”

“Honey, I’ve seen your sleeping habits. You need it.”

“Ruuuuuuuuude,” Virgil says, then, “Why’re you here?”

“My boss was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing an angel. It’s a lot for humans, sometimes.”

“Tell your boss I am a-ok.”

Remy laughs, “Considering the circumstances, I think he’ll have some other things to say.”

“Whaaaaat? You mean you’re not supposed to get drunk with your clients?”

“Okay, the only one drunk here is you, I was kicked out before the party started-”

“Wait, wait, wait-d’you make my coworkers invite me out tonight?”

“Nope, that was all them. I know you’ll find this shocking, but people like you, Virgil.”

“But I do not like them,” Virgil blinks, “Do they have tragic backstories? Should I be nicer?”

“You’re already nice-”

“Thanks, I have anxiety.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve noticed. But honestly, you should try and get a liiiiittle bit meaner. Like, your comebacks are iconic, and it’s truly tragic I’m the only one that’s heard them.”

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Virgil laughs.

“And, like, for realsies? Your co-workers have been through some stuff, but mostly, they’re just a result of living in this place. Call it a small town curse.”

Virgil nods, then quietly says, “Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I gonna end up like them?”

“I already told you, V, there are bigger things in store for you.”

“I know,” Virgil yawns, “But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not surprised,” Remy says. He glances down. Virgil is resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Remy sighs. He needs to give the kid some tiny spark of hope, enough to encourage him but minor enough that he doesn’t change the outcome of his life.

No pressure.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #guardian angel!remy #remy sanders #me @ me: hey did u know u can write without projecting #me @ me: lol sounds fake but ok #virgil sanders #my writing

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robbiethezombie-support-squ-blog · 7 years ago

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The Zombie And The Magician,Chapter 3

So,Uh This Cap has a character…And (Sorry for tell yoy this spoiler) But is kinda of a Signe’s couterpart for robin,And i Don’t know a good name for her…So i Just give her the name of emelie..And if you guys Don’t like it,PLEASE SEND SUGGESTIONS (If i'll see a good name i'll chage her bame :3) Also,Hope you guys like It,And please tell me if you want to me continue the story:

“AHH! NOTHING…Waiiiit…” Marvins gets up “And What are YOU doing here Lady?!” “Why does it matter to you?” Said the lady, “Uh….A lot…Of…Well i don’t know…” Marvin said “So…did you come here to give flowers to someone?” … “Yes,But aparetly…HIS BODY ISN’T HERE! And i’m kinda worried…” and the magician to hear that he opens a big smile “What’s your name”? He asked… “Why does it matter to you?” “EVERYTHING! NOW C'MON I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING” The lady was thinking…Why that strange was so happy? And Where he was bringing her? Where’s Her friend?

Minutes Later

“ROOOB!” The magician,Happy opens the door “I HAVE SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO SEE YOU!” The lady gets even more confused…Rob? This name is familiar…. Marvin walks in the whole house looking for Rob,And finds him eating a little rat,Eww…. “Ham….Rob…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Marvin asks realy fast, The zombie looks to marvin,He tooks a while to process the question… “…..Lun’…” The magician signs and says as hes get out of the kitchen “Come with me,Someone wants to meet you…and i think you’ll know her…” the zombie gets even more confused,But follows Marvin….The Lady sees rob and screams,The zombie feels some pain in the ears,And puts his hands in the head…The Magician puts his hand in the lady’s mouth “Shhhhh…Calm down,That’s gonna make him angry! And he doesn’t hurt anyone” The lady looks at marvin “Ok…But it’s a zombie,How do you want to me to calm down?! Jus look at- The lady looks at rob “Him… ” and then she starts to cry,She remenbers him! But now…He doesn’t look the same as she remembers… “Robbie?” She aproaches to the zombie…and he looks very confused! Who is she? Why does she know his name? “But…How? You we’re dead…I saw you….” rob continues to be veeery confused! He keeps looking at the young lady “Remember me? Emilie?” Rob continues to be very confused and he speaks “Emli?..” Emilie hugs the zombie “C'mon it’s me…You Need to remember me” but rob tries to remember,But he doesn’t remember anything…Emilie just keeps crying and looks at rob “Oh God…Please…You…You…Need to remember me…” Rob just feels bad and confused…He can’t remember anything…

Emilie looks at marvin “Why he can’t remember me?” Marvin looks at emily and says “Well i think he doesn’t remember anything before his death…He doesn’t even remember how to speak exatcly….I’m Sorry” Emilie looks at rob “But…He was….He can’t be like this…You need to help him….He’s….He’s…” Emilie keeps crying “He’s a Zombie,But i’ll try my best to help…” Rob hear the whole dialogue,And take a while to process,He can’t understand all…But all he does understand it’s the fact that he’s now a zombie…He’s just a living dead corpse ? He keeps thinking in that…

Minutes later

Emilie and Marvin were in the kitchen talking to each other…Rob just keeps chasing for something to eat…he’s hungry…

“So…That’s what happend…But why you choose rob?” Emilie Asks… “Well i didn’t choose him…I was just testing to bring people back to life….And the spell was supposed to do that with…10 or 15 people…But Only Rob…Well…Kinda did it…” Marvin said “But now he’s just zombie…” marvin looks at emilie and says “Are you sure that he’s just a zombie? Well….Yesterday he was just saying that the flowers that he found in his grave was pretty….” emilie looks at marvin and asks with a little smile “REALLY?!” And marvin says “Really…But he still needs a little bit of help to understand things…He doesn’t know ho talk proprerly And he’s always hungry….He’s just confused about everything…” Emilie says “I’LL DO ANYTHING TO HELP HIM!” Marvin smiles and says “That’s the spirit!”

Meanwhile,Rob keeps looking at the window…and see a person…And he’s hungry….He breaks and jump off the window and bites the person…He screams and tries to get rid of rob, but he falls….And rob starts slowlh to eat him…Marvin Immediatly get out of the house and see a terrible scene… “ROB STOP!” Marvin tries grabs rob,But rob it’s hungry…He can’t control himself anymore…He just growls and Hits Marvin and keep eating… “C'MON DUDE,YOU NEED TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!” Marvin says running towards rob,But again Rob doesn’t want to lose his “Lunch” he Growl and Hits Marvin again “I….Huuuuuugrrrrr….” And continues to eat,Marvin Just feels scared too see his…Friend…Killing and eating an innocent…

Sooooo That’s enough for today :3 Tomorrow i’ll post the next chapter :3

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The Daughter of Isabel Rochev

So I posted a crazy theory yesterday and I was super excited by the response to it. I also got some feedback from @memcjo and @fallingmeleth saying they would love to read a fic about it, so here you go!

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The Daughter of Isabel Rochev

This couldn’t be happening.

It was impossible. She had been careful, methodically so. Yes, she’d been young and naive, but she had a good head on her shoulders and she knew the importance of birth control. She wasn’t an idiot. She had fallen in love.

Perhaps that was her downfall looking back, the chip in her armor, her Achilles heel. If she had just kept feelings out of it, handled sex like a business transaction, then she wouldn’t be in this mess.

She stares at the white plastic stick on the counter as the seconds tick down, even though she already knows what it’s going to say. It’s going to match the other two tests hastily purchased on the way home from work.

There were a thousand reasons why she shouldn’t have done it - fallen in love with him, that is. The first of which was the tiny fact that he was married, with children. But that had been inconsequential as soon as they had gotten to know each other. He was charismatic and charming. He had a way of looking at her as though she was the only person in a room who mattered. It was enough to melt a young girl’s heart.

But then there was also his position. He was respected, adored by all, and he had wanted her. Out of the hundreds of people he saw and interacted with daily, he would carve out time just for her, to make her feel special.

She twists to stare out the window of the cramped bathroom, no longer able to stare at the pregnancy test.

Yes, Robert had adored her. He’d said he would do anything, had promised to leave his wife, but then that call came in. They’d been in the goddamned airport, baggage in hand. It was all part of the plan: force Moira’s hand to file for divorce. If she tried to enforce the pre-nup, then they had the ammo they needed to stay her hand. After all, she was the one who had a child out of wedlock. Robert had at least been courteous enough not to do that.

So when he got the call about Thea’s accident, she thought he would stay with her, would tell Moira to call Malcolm instead. She was so foolishly confident in that moment until his blue worried eyes had met hers.

I have to go.

She had thought a hand would be enough to keep him by her side, and that same hand curls into a fist as the words echo in her head as vividly as if they had flown from her mouth. Robert, you can’t do this! If you go back now, you’ll always be looking back.

I don’t have a choice, Isabel. I have to go to her. But as soon as I can, I will come get you, and we can run away.

She’s not even your daughter. Those had been the wrong words to say. She’d known as soon as they had escaped. She might not have been biologically his – and she had listened to him complain about Moira’s infidelity more than once – but Thea Queen still managed to be Daddy’s Little Girl, more important to him than the woman he claimed to love.

Don’t say that. Thea may not be mine by blood, but she’s still my daughter. I will find you when I can.

It was one too many empty promises for her. He was there, on the cusp of changing his whole life, and he was changing his mind. She didn’t want someone who couldn’t give her everything in return.

Somehow, he had convinced her to stay, to wait for him. She’d gone back to her apartment and wallowed, waited for him like the same lovesick girl she was. She’d pined.

She’d waited for him to come, waited all weekend. Then on Monday, without anything better to do, she had returned to her internship at Queen Consolidated, only to be turned away at the door without a single explanation.

Enraged, she’d turned around and driven to Queen Mansion, without a plan, without any purpose other than to force Robert to acknowledge her, to acknowledge her love as more than just some passing fancy.

Moira had put her in her place, as soon as Isabel walked through the front door. Making it to the mansion had been unexpected to say the least. She shouldn’t have been surprised to be confronted by Moira Queen, but she had been.

Robert will never leave his family, least of all for a tramp like you. You’re going to leave this city, leave this state, and never bother my family again.

She hadn’t left immediately, had struggled to find her own job, but Moira had successfully blacklisted her from every decent company in Starling and Robert hadn’t answered her call.

Her heart had shattered a little more with every step she took away, but now here she was making a new name for herself.

Beep. Beep. Beepbeep.

Blindly, she reaches out and cuts off the time, wiping stray tears from her cheeks. She takes one shaky breath. Another. And another until they no longer come out stilted. That was a month and a half ago. A month and a half since she swore she wouldn’t care if he walked away. She vowed to harden her heart, to never let a man break her that way again.

But she hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected a child.

She picks up the last pregnancy test, staring at the pink plus sign. She’ll have to go to the doctor to confirm it, but she already knows it’s the truth. She’s had morning sickness, aches, fatigue.

She could go running back to Robert, could reach out, tell him about his child. But Moira’s kept him close since that night. She’s seen the Starling City news, the two of them with their idyllic family. It made her sick to look at them, to witness the lies perpetuated by just calling them a family unit.

He would be happy, she thinks, if he were here, if he would ever listen to her. But he’s not and she refuses to go back to him.

Isabel Rochev throws the text into the garbage and strides into the kitchen to grab a fresh glass of water. She has a job here, at Stellmor International, a decent one. It won’t be easy, but she thinks she can do this, that she can climb the ranks here, fight her way to the top and then go back to Starling and throw everything back in Moira’s face.

Her hand comes to rest over her abdomen, where a child is growing. Yes, she’ll go back to Starling and reclaim Queen Consolidated for her and her child.

One day.

…

She names her daughter Evelyn, and they survive on their own perfectly fine. She raises her in Russia, using her native language to her advantage while still teaching her daughter English at home. She finds men to help keep them in money, men she can use and dispose as necessary. Her daughter is of paramount importance. She does whatever she needs to do to protect her daughter, and she keeps her eyes on Queen Consolidated and the legacy that should be her

Then in 2007 the sinking of the Queen’s Gambit make international news.

Evelyn is eight years old and Isabel decides the time is right to make her first move.

She leaves Evelyn in the care of her foster sister in Coast City and continues on to Starling, walking right into Queen Consolidated. She’s eight years older and what feels like a century wiser. She’s no longer cowed by the great and terrible Moira Queen. She’s confident and powerful.

But in that boardroom, she still feels small. Moira Queen has too many allies, too many connections. She knows long before the vote that she’s not going to get her foot in the door, even with her Stellmor recommendations and her former status as Robert’s golden girl.

If she brings in Evelyn, she might have a chance of her daughter getting something, through lengthy custody battles and court cases. But it won’t give her control of Queen Consolidated, won’t give her daughter anything more than a tarnished legacy.

So she refuses to do it. She walks out head held high, no position in the company but a solid payout and several concessions on the part of Moira Queen to get her to keep quiet about her affair and about Thea’s true parentage.

It wasn’t ideal, but she had walked in and stood on equal ground as the Ice Queen. That was a win in her books. Only a battle won, but a win all the same.

…

“What do you mean, I have to stay here, Mama?”

Isabel crouched in front of her daughter. Her daughter has her same brown hair, the same brown eyes, there’s very little but the shape of her face that resembles Robert. Her sparkly purple leotard draws attention from her quivering lower lip. “You have to stay here, babushka, so your auntie and uncle can watch over you. The schools are better here. You will be happier.”

“But Mama-“

“Shhhhh, honey.” Isabel wipes away her tears gently. It’s about the only thing she does gently these days. “Remember everything I taught you. Learn as much as you can, as quick as you can. Never dumb yourself down for a man. You are strong, intelligent, and beautiful. I will visit when I can. Know that Mama loves you.”

It hurts to say goodbye. Her daughter is the only one who holds her heart now. She’s leaving her heart behind her as she flies back across the sea to Russia and Stellmor.

She needs to work on her next plan.

…

“Isabel Rochev?”

She’s clicks out of the open window on her screen, shoving down a scowl at the headlines of a recently returned Oliver Queen. The American headlines with that family were always so gauche, predictably terrible. She looks up at her office door, where her assistant is supposed to stop any unwanted visitors. The man in the doorway is a giant. A well-dressed giant, but the rugged man was definitely used to much more sun than they usually got in Russia.

“And who are you?” She doesn’t have time for visitors, not now, not when she still has plans to formulate, plans that are in jeopardy thanks to a newly returned Oliver Queen.

“Ms. Rochev, my name is Slade Wilson, and I believe we can help each other.”

He steps in the room with a confidence Isabel has seen in soldiers, like a CEO who knows he’s in control of the entire room the moment he enters it. It’s an admirable quality, but as a woman in a man’s world, it irks Isabel. A woman rarely gains instantaneous respect like that, especially when a man is in the room.

But she is intrigued.

“What would that be, Mister Wilson?”

He places a hand on a chair. “May I sit?”

She nods. “Get to the point, Mr. Wilson. I’m a busy woman.”

“Then I’ll get right to it. You want Queen Consolidated.”

He has her full attention. She turns in her seat to face him more fully. “I’m listening.”

“You made a play for it 2007, but you couldn’t get the support. I can help you get that.”

She clasps her hands in front of her with a bland smile. They’re pretty words, meant to and she doesn’t trust them. “And what’s in it for you?”

“Revenge.”

Isabel freezes at the word, tilting her head in interest. His voice is dead and cold. It’s definitely not anything close to kind.

“Oliver Queen killed the woman I loved, and in return I swore to destroy him. I don’t care about the company or why you want it. I just need your help to bring him down.”

She scoffs. “I’ve never met the man. I can’t imagine I’d be of much help.”

“Ah, but you knew his father, and based on the payout from Moira Queen, I’m willing to bet you know a whole batch of Queen family secrets, secrets I can use.” He smiles. It might have been charming if not for the cold look in his one functioning eye.

Isabel contemplates him. “I might have one or two.”

“Then do we have an agreement?” He holds out a giant paw of a hand, looking her directly in the eyes. He looks at her with respect, not as a tool. Without her tricks of speaking softly so the other person had to lean forward to listen, of remaining stoic and aloof. She had to do it to get where she was. But this partnership…this could work.

…

“Mama?”

Isabel grins as she turns toward the voice, happy to finally have the chance to visit her in person. “It’s me, Evie.” The words are strained as her daughter walks tentatively forward. Her eyes dart to the shadowy figure behind Isabel, rightfully cautious.

Evelyn pulls her braid over her shoulder, folding her arms across her chest to keep off early morning chill. “I didn’t know you were coming. Aunt Jess says you’re not a fan of the outdoors.”

Isabel’s upper lips curl up as she takes in the brightly colored tents. No, she doesn’t like camping. In fact, she kind of hates it, but it’s a necessary evil in this current situation. “Camping teaches survival skills.”

Evelyn laughs caustically. “Yeah, that’s what Aunt Jess and Uncle Mike say, but I’ve yet to find a time when learning to catch fish in a stream comes in handy.”

From the shadows comes a low rumble, a chuckle. “You’d be surprised, kid.”

“And who are you?”

Part of Isabel admires her daughter’s fearless attitude, the other part is just glad she’s not the one raising her. Her daughter is fierce, tenacious, stubborn. Resilient.

“Evelyn, this is Slade Wilson. Mr. Wilson, my daughter, Evelyn Sharp.”

There’s a silent stare-down of sorts between the two, dark on Evelyn’s side and amused on Slade’s. Isabel steps closer to her daughter to get her attention.

“Babushka, Slade and I are going to do something, something dangerous, and we need to be prepared.” Evelyn frowns at her. “This is going to be dangerous. Not just to us, but to you. So we’re going to spend the next month training.”

She frowns. “Training? Training for what?”

“Listen, kid,” Slade interrupts, stepping into the sunlight. “Your mother and I are going up against a dangerous enemy. We both agreed you should be prepared as well.”

“No offense, buckaroo, but I’m not interested.”

A line has been crossed, an insult delivered, and Slade Wilson is not the forgiving type. She’s almost certain he’ll reach for the sword strapped across his back, but instead he laughs.

“I like you, kid. I think you and I are going to get along just fine.

…

Evelyn keeps one eye on the news as her mother stands on the stage in front of the Queen Consolidated sign. Just months ago the city was half destroyed. Slade and her mother didn’t elaborate their plans, not to her anyway. All her mother said was that she was going this for her. For her legacy, so that she could take over the company her father built.

And hadn’t that come as a shock. Robert Queen, deceased billionaire, was her father, a man she had always wondered about and would now never get to meet. With that came the revelation that she had siblings...well, one half sibling. Apparently her and Thea Queen didn’t actually share any DNA.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. Your mother’s going to be fine.”

Evelyn drops her half-eaten burger on her plate and turns to face Slade. “How can you be so sure?”

He laughs, loud and full. “Because she’s a warrior. She’s not going to let anything stand in her way, not for long. So she didn’t get Queen Consolidated right away. It still fits in our plan. In fact, it might be even better.”

“And what is this plan, exactly?”

Try as she might, she never gets an actual answer, just an evil grin before he turns the topic back to her training, the gruesome, my-body-feels-like-a-walking-bruise workouts that are supposedly teaching her how to fight.

“Well, first we’re going to work with the escrima sticks and then we’ll move on to archery.”

Her mother isn’t much better, but at least her lessons involve significantly less bruising.

“Why do we have to do archery anyway? It’s not like you’re good with a bow.” She’s seen him fight far better with a sword and the sticks. He’s a better teacher with them too.

Slade’s face darkens. “Because she thinks you’d make a good archer.”

Evelyn looks away. She’s used to this now: the faraway looks, the mention of a she from his past. It’s never good to bring her up, but it’s always clear to her that he loved her, whoever she was. It’s equally clear that she’s dead and that this plan is some sort of revenge for that. But then there are times he speaks as if she’s still alive and there with them.

“She was a great archer,” he continues softly, a voice she’s never heard the fearsome Slade Wilson use before, “a warrior.”

Evelyn nods. “Alright then. When do we start?”

…

They’re gone.

Dead.

Murdered by the team of mask-wearing vigilantes.

Not just her mother, but Slade Wilson too.

That would have been bad enough, but then they had to besmirch her mother’s name, make her out to be a crazed woman. It was abominable. They took her mother, her teacher, and left her with nothing. She was both angry and relieved that she had never shared her mother’s last name. Angry because she couldn’t stand up and claim her mother as her own, and relieved that she didn’t have to deal with any hate thrown her way.

But Slade wasn’t dead. She knew he wasn’t. He’d managed to send her a message, to tell her to keep fighting.

So she did.

She made friends with a hacker, created a new electronic background, found teachers to help hone her skills, and studied up on the so-called vigilantes until she was able to find them and work her way into her inner circle.

She used all her mother’s lessons, all of Slade’s: she did what she had to do with only one goal in mind. She made deals with devils and tricked and fought her way through life.

The one bump in the road, the one thing they hadn’t prepared her for was Oliver Queen.

She knew him, as her half-brother, a pseudo-sibling she didn’t want to hurt if she didn’t have to. What she didn’t know was that he spent his nights running around in green leather shooting arrows. It leaves her conflicted. Should she kill the one blood relative she has left? Or was revenge for her mother’s death more important?

It was the fact that he was a good man that made that decision for her. If he had shown himself to be anything less, she would have killed him, Prometheus be damned. But he wasn’t. She might have even started to fall in love on that team with a boy covered in ancient, radioactive rags.

But all of it led to this final moment, to Lian Yu, where, if she played her cards right, she could walk away with Slade Wilson, the man who, as gruff as he was, was the last connection she had to her mother, her teacher, the person who understood her.

So that’s why she’s here, fighting former friends and relatives by the side of a psychopath.

To save Slade Wilson.

She doesn’t give a damn who wins or loses. She just needs Oliver to bring along a former friend to save his team, and then she’ll have someone again. She planned for this, learned her opponents for this.

She can’t lose.

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