#always liked her well enough just not like exicted at her showing up

[drunkrabbitsobs]

haven't drawn anything in a bit but the mental image of wrong kids Zelda was to good to not draw.

rambles below cut

the discription of her in this alt timeline was so fucking cool, ive never been like a big fan of her but this is fucking awasome.

she has gorgugs axe! well brenaan never says that but he does describe her as having a large axe. idk safe bet id say. and shes got a fucking robot arm which, when you take into account that gorgugs axe is insanely heavy and even though shes also a barbarian shes probally still not strong enough to lift it unaided, and well your left with the question, what happened to her arm?

and then like thinking about it, in cannon there's very few people who are like really good with tech and making magic tech stuff and 2 of the main ones are gorgugs fucking parents so like!!!!

and then her haveing lines around her eyes and a white streck in her hair like gorgug does????????? god its so interesting!!!!!

and its like she lost him and became him and its so cool

and extra tragic cuz in junior year there broken up, like this isn't like a true love separated thing! imagine this zelda meeting main timeline zelda????????? aguhhh so cool *explodes*

[enchantedsugden]

what happens to a love that’s not new? chapter 3

ao3 link

Robert’s unpacking one of his two bags. He would never admit it but it feels massive, hanging some of his clothes next to Aaron’s. They definitely stand out, next to Aaron’s black collection of clothes.

He smiles to himself as he thinks about how quickly he threw his stuff together, the way his sister had teased him about it.

 “There you are.” Aaron says as he walks into what he supposes is their bedroom now.

“Uh yeah, thought I put some stuff away already.” Robert says, looking at Aaron and sees that his boyfriend has that same teasing smile on his face.

“What?” He grins.

“Couldn’t wait could ya?”

“Shut up.” He laughs before looking at Aaron again and saying “I was excited wasn’t I?” Aaron grin turns soft as he walks over to the bed, lies down on it.

“As you were.” He says and Robert shakes his head, feels himself blush at the way Aaron is looking at him.

“Those draws are empty as well.” Aaron says, pointing to one of the bedside tables. He suddenly sits up, looking slightly shy. “That’s your side now I suppose, properly. So yeah- that nightstand is yours now.”

It’s like he’s looking in from the outside, Robert just can’t believe he gets to have this now.

He’s shares a room with Aaron.

He feels silly for being so exicted about it, but he is.

He didn’t feel like this when he moved in with Chrissie, he knows it’s because he was more concerned with the fact that he got so much more than a shared space with Chrissie. He got a definite foot in the business and status to go along with it.

If the Robert from back then would see him now he’d be baffled. Being happy about sharing a bedroom in a pub with a man? It would be unheard of.

Robert gulps, feels both upset and relieved. It’s freeing, the way he can let go now he’s with Aaron.

He’s upset for himself and all the years he spent trying to be a person he just wasn’t and upset for all the people he’s hurt in the process of becoming more himself- Aaron not excluded. But he doesn’t have to check himself anymore all hours of the day, it’s okay if he shows people how he’s really feeling.

“You okay?” Aaron’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah.” He whispers, his voice sounding somewhat horse. It makes Aaron frown but he doesn’t say anything, as if he knows that Robert is dealing with something that he can’t quite share yet.

When Robert turns around again to look at his boyfriend, he sees that he still looks somewhat concerned.

Robert joins Aaron on the bed- tucking a leg underneath him, he looks at his boyfriend intently.

“You’re happy about this right?” Aaron asks and now it’s Robert’s turn to frown because only a second ago they were joking about Robert’s impatience to move in.

“About moving in with you? Of course I am.”

Aaron nods and Robert hesitates slightly before asking, “Aaron, where is this coming from?”

Aaron just shrugs, like he’s not sure whether to be honest and Robert’s brain does the work of putting the possible pieces together.

“Is this because I didn’t agree to it straight away?” Robert asks, hoping it’s not because he thought they were past that but he can’t think of anything else that could have Aaron worried.

  Aaron grabs Robert’s hand as if to soften the situation. He doubts how much he should say, if he should say anything at all.

Aaron’s brain rakes over all of the things he’s told Robert over the past few days. He sighs, doesn’t know where to start.

He looks at Robert now, the way his cheeks are still a bit flushed, either from happiness or the way he had practically run to Keepers and stuffed all his belongings in two bags. It makes Aaron’s chest ache, knowing that he doubted Robert, again. Shame washes over him when he thinks back to his conversation with Lawrence, feels sick at having discussed his boyfriend with him of all people. He had let the man’s words stain him and as a consequence Aaron lashed out at Robert, didn’t let him explain.

Discussing Robert, letting Lawrence use him as a topic of conversation regarding sexuality was wrong and Aaron hates how he didn’t defend his boyfriend better.

It should be enough to have Robert here with him, happy and his. It is enough.

Aaron knows that there is a lot to what Robert has been through when it comes to his sexuality, stuff he doesn’t know about. He’s sure though that one day Robert will feel safe enough to talk about it but it’s something that has to come from Robert. He knows that.

He can wait, just like Robert’s done for him.

“I don’t doubt that you want this.” Aaron answers firmly, tries not to think about his words earlier this week.

You don’t even know what love is.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to those conclusions, thought the worst of you.” Aaron gulps, knows that’s exactly what he did. He promised Robert he’d try to be better about that.

He thinks about Victoria’s words, about Robert being trustworthy now he’s with Aaron.  

Aaron winces as he thinks back to accusing Robert of going out on the pull. Robert hadn’t done anything to make Aaron feel like he wasn’t all in, quite the opposite really. Aaron knows that it’s his own insecurities that make him lash out like that sometimes, it’s something he needs to work on.

Robert looks away, nods.

“It’s just- I don’t want to push you into doing something you might not be ready for yet- just to keep me happy.” He thinks about Robert trying to placate him the other day by saying they should start looking.

“This should be a step we’re both ready for.”

“I am.” Robert answers sincerely, looking at Aaron. “I was just worried that it would change things. And we said we’d take it slow.” He trails off with a small smile and Aaron grins too.

They did say they would take it slow and now Robert had moved into the pub.

“I’m sorry for flying off the handle.” He needs Robert to know that he’s actively trying to change when it comes to his reaction at times.

“It’s okay. I get that you got worried though- it’s just I didn’t- well I don’t want to mess this up and…” he trails off again and Aaron squeezes his hand to let him know he’s listening.

“I was just worried because- settling down with Chrissie didn’t last long and I just don’t want to mess this up.”

Aaron nods, surprised by the fact that the mention of Robert’s ex-wife doesn’t bother him.

He thinks about how much he does want a place together with Robert but knows that this might be a good place to start. He doesn’t want to scare Robert off or make him do something he isn’t quite ready for yet, especially as Robert has been honest about all of this still being very new to him.

Robert confirms his thoughts. “But this, it feels like a good first step right? Especially with Liv and everything still being quite new. But Aaron, I do want us to get a place together at some point. This is a forever thing for me, you know that right?”

Aaron smiles, squeezing Robert’s hand again. “I do, I promise you I do.” Once again he wishes he could take the things back he’d said in anger.

He does know. At first he was worried that Robert had agreed to move in with him to keep him happy, to keep them from arguing, kept replaying their conversation over and over again.

Robert’s willingness to live with Aaron’s family members, some of which have never hidden the fact they don’t like him is proof of Robert’s love for him, proof that he really wants to be with Aaron.

He sighs, hesitates before saying, “I know I fly off the handle far too quickly at times but we’re together now Robert which means we make decisions together and I don’t want you doing things just to keep me happy or because you’re scared it will break us up.” Aaron’s heart is racing but he feels lighter for saying it.

Robert looks taken aback almost as if he’s shocked at Aaron being able to read him so well.

For some people it would probably be hard to match their version of Robert up to his version, the one who does put others before himself, the one who would do everything to keep the people he loves happy but Aaron knows him, sees him.

“I-“ He tries and Aaron smiles a little, shakes his head.

“Just remember that yeah?”

Robert nods, eyes shining and Aaron feels a spark of excitement at the thought of their future, one that they get to share together.

Aaron’s starting to realise how good honest and open communication can feel when it’s with someone who makes him feel comfortable and safe. He hopes Robert feel the same.

   Aaron looks lighter after their conversation and Robert can relate to that. He appreciates his boyfriend’s words more than he can articulate. It means more than he can say that Aaron seems to understand that being in a relationship with Aaron, with a man, carries thoughts, memories and reflections with it- ones that Aaron doesn’t even know about yet and Robert hasn’t fully processed yet.

He smiles to himself as he thinks about how well his sister knows him, even if she is always sticking her nose in his business- it isn’t always a bad thing. She was right, he did see problems that weren’t really there because he was scared. He wants to be with Aaron, more than anything else. He’s finally happy and he won’t let himself sabotage out of fear.

He leans forward, presses a gentle kiss to Aaron’s mouth, his boyfriend smiling against his lips.

“I’ll just unpack the rest of that bag- the rest can wait till tomorrow.”

“Charity will be happy- think I already heard her complaining about it being in the way.”

Robert laughs, “you’d think she’s used to mess considering all the crap you own.”

“Oi.” Aaron shouts, eyes sparkling.

  Robert can feel the way his boyfriend is intently looking at him and everything he’s unpacking, most likely resisting the urge to tease him for pretty much everything he owns.

Robert in turn resists the urge to tell Aaron that he’s never felt this way around Chrissie, able to be himself around her- sharing his likes and hobbies with her.

He can’t quite believe the Woolie is his home now, that this is his bedroom he shares with his boyfriend.

He thinks about all the times he’d sneaked in and out of this exact bedroom.

He also thinks about how it was in the pub that Aaron told him to say it proud.

He’s doing that now he supposes- telling everyone that he loves Aaron, wants to be with him.

He remembers Vic’s happiness when he told her that he was moving into the pub, Diane’s knowing smile.

Even Andy had given him somewhat of a kind nod as he passed Robert on the street when he was carrying his stuff over to the pub earlier.

It’s still hard to shake off the past, the memories of who he was last year but whenever Robert is reminded of that time it shocks him how much has changed, how much he has changed.

Last year he could’ve never had imagined being in a proper relationship with Aaron, let alone be together with him in public. Robert can’t believe he used to think people would care about it or judge him for it. People might be wary of Robert because of the mistakes he made, the cheating but not because he’s with Aaron.

He wishes he could have known sooner, wishes he didn’t cause all this hurt and nearly lose Aaron forever.

Of course he knows why he genuinely believed that being honest about wanting to be with Aaron would be the end of the world back then. Sometimes it’s still hard to battle through his feelings and thoughts about his sexuality, maybe it always will be hard.

He looks at Aaron, his boyfriend watching him in concern and Robert realises he must have been standing there with one shirt in his hand for at least a few seconds, just staring into space.

He feels safe in the knowledge that one day he will find the words to tell Aaron everything.

“You okay?” Aaron’s asking and Robert nods, smiling.

“You looked sad.” Aaron says, not letting it go just yet.

Once again Robert is reminded of how much Aaron cares about him, sees him.

“I’ve never been happier actually.” Robert says sincerely and Aaron smiles again.

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter one

A/N: READ FIRST!! AHH IT’S FINALLY HERE :) I’m so exicted for yall to read this story. I haven’t written a vampire story in a long time, so hopefully this goes well. That being said, it is similar to the one shot it is based off of, HOWEVER, you need to read this chapter. Things aren’t all the same from the one shot, so please read this otherwise you will be confused. I know it’s long, but that’s because there is a lot of backstory to give first. I’m posting the next chapter tomorrow and then I will be posting once a week. All right, without further ado, here’s The Chosen Daughter ;)

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops

trigger warning: backstory (but necessary), cursing, mentions of blood/fighting, mentions of sexual assault, death

word count: 3260

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Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought vampires would be real. Yet, here we are: 2019. The year of the blood sucker. Everywhere you turn, vampires were to be seen.

I relaxed back against my couch, watching the news while I ate breakfast.

A news anchor appeared on screen, a graphic next to them reading ‘Vamp News’. “Today’s top story involves another vampire killing. Last night, outside of the popular club Bloody, two vampires murdered a young female. Police have not released the name of the victim. Eyewitnesses say that the two vampires in question had been harassing the girl during the night. Police ask that if you know these two vampires, to please call in at the number on your screen and if you see them in public, call the authorities immediately.”

Two blurry images from a surveillance camera came on screen, showing the vampires in question.

“How the fuck is anybody gonna know who those two are?” I mumbled out loud, taking another bite of cereal.

I sighed, changing the channel. I hated hearing vampire killings first thing in the morning.

My whole life, as of recent, revolved around vampires. And I guess, a lot of other peoples did too now.

I stood up and walked to my kitchen, dropping my bowl into the sink. I glanced around my apartment.

Empty… very empty.

I’ve always enjoyed being alone. I’ve been alone my whole life. I was born into foster care, my parents dying right after my birth. The only thing I had left to remind me of them was a crystal necklace that I never took off. After bouncing around from family to family, I never got to settle down. When I turned eighteen, I was able to get away and move to Los Angeles. Now I live here in my own little apartment, working at a vampire bar called Vampiro.

Growing up, I was interested in the supernatural. I always liked the idea of vampires existing.

‘Be careful what you wish for’ was a bit of an understatement for me.

When I was in eighth grade, vampires came out to the public. It was… weird to say the least. At first, people didn’t believe they existed – chalking it up to some strange, elaborate prank. But it became apparent very soon that vampires were real. There was a lot of violence, but it calmed down after a while. A good number of ‘powerful’ vampires (celebrities, politicians… you get the gist) came out with a PSA letting everyone know that vamps were harmless, only wanting to be treated just like humans.

They were tired of hiding and wanted to be out and proud.

It took until now for things to feel normal, almost as if vampires always did exist in our culture. However, there was still animosity towards vamps. Some states, especially in the more ‘religious’ areas, hated vampires. They believed they were demons, dressed in the bodies of humans. But that wasn’t the case. But nonetheless, these states didn’t want them, so they banned almost all vampires. Because of this, other states took this as an opportunity to be the sanctuary for these tossed out vamps.

Enter stage left… California. In particular, Los Angeles.

LA was the hub for all things vampy. It was almost the vampire capital of the world. We had sections, stores, bars just dedicated to vampires and the tourism it brought here.

The bar I worked at, Vampiro, was a non-exclusionary vampire bar. Vampires and humans could mingle as they pleased, and no one minded. However, we weren’t the most popular out of all the clubs and bars. Because of this, our human-to-vampire ratio was a bit slacking.

But Bloody, the most prominent and well-known, catered heavy towards tourists and vacationers who wanted a ‘vampire experience’. It was extremely hard to get into, mostly because it was packed every night.

Another famous club, The Trapp Haus, was a ‘vampire only’ place. One night a month they would have a human and vampire night. Those were the nights our bar had its lowest patrons.

I had never planned to work in a bar that’s mostly filled with vampires. But it was one of the only places that would hire me. Originally, I was hired because I was human, which would attract more vampires. My best friend and coworker Ronnie and I were the only two humans in the whole place. I had planned to only stay at this bar for a bit, get enough money to be alright, and then find a better paying job.

But because of this place, I was able to learn something about myself.

One of the reasons I was never able to stay at a foster home for too long was because I was deemed ‘special’. When I look at vampires, I can see an aura around them. It’s always in a different color, and this color depends on the vampire’s power and how they use it.

Oh yeah… vampires have powers.

Vampires’ powers ranged all over the place: from the scariest (mind control), to the least frightening (super hearing). Depending on how old the vampire was, their power could be extremely strong or barely noticeable. This is why certain states believed vampires were demons. No one knew what powers a vampire had or how strong they were unless they told you. And none of them really ever did.

I was able to tell though.

When a vampire would use their power, an aura appeared around them. Every vampire had a different aura, even if they had the same power as another vampire. Their aura was based off them and how they used their ability.

Because I would see these auras, but didn’t know vampires existed, I thought I was crazy.

And so did my foster parents.

Years later, this all makes sense. But as an extra added bonus to me being able to see these auras is that vampire powers don’t affect me. Vampire powers work on everyone, except vampires. And me.

I’ve never told anyone this. Mostly because I don’t have anyone to tell. But also, because it would be too dangerous for me. I try not to let vampires know, but that can be hard when you work at a bar that vampires frequent at.

I get by… but I feel like that’s gonna change soon.

~ \/ \/ ~

“Jade, you’re late again.” Roger, my boss, berated me.

I groaned. “I’m sorry. I tried getting here early, but traffic getting into the city is crazy. The Trapp Haus must be having human night early.”

“Didn’t you hear?” Roger raised his eyebrows. “They’re changing it to two nights a month.”

“Cool… so I’m gonna be late twice a month.” I smirked.

He sighed. “Why did I hire you?”

“Because her blood smells good… apparently.” Ronnie chimed in, walking behind the bar with a tray of empty glasses.

“Veronica! Did you get to table two yet?” Roger asked.

She shook her head. “I thought Jade could get them.”

“Jade’s mending the bar while I go take a break. Go on now.” Roger stated, waving his hand and heading into the back of the bar.

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “I swear if he wasn’t a vampire, I would fist fight him.”

I laughed. “Even as one, I might still.”

She chuckled, grabbed her notepad, and walked over to table two.

The night slowly became a blur. Hours passed. I bartended while Ronnie waitressed, and when the night began to slow down, three vampires strolled in.

You could tell they were vamps. They had a certain confidence that only immortal beings could have. They were all dressed nicely, a little too nice for a bar. Each had different hair colors; black, brunette, and blonde. Blondie and Brownie went to a table, while the black haired one walked up to the bar.

I wiped down the counter as he called to me. “Yo! Can I get ten shots of jäger? And a pint of blood? B positive?”

“Of course. Since you asked so kindly…” I replied, a tight-lipped smile falling to my face.

I typed in the drinks at the register. Looking up at him, he waved his card at me, smiling with his fangs out. I swiped his card, glancing at his name for a second.

Cyrus Gladstone… interesting.

I handed it back to him with a nod as he went back to his friends.

Grabbing the jäger bottle, I poured out the shots. Going to our mini-fridge, I pulled out a bag of blood and emptied it into a cup. Placing everything on a tray, I glanced around for Ronnie. She was over with another set of patrons, talking and getting orders. I shrugged, picking up the tray and walking over to the vampires.

I set the tray down, sliding all the drinks onto the table. “Ten shots jäger, one pint B positive for Cyrus and co.”

“You know his name? She must have feelings for you.” The blonde haired one joked.

“Right... Anything else I can get you guys?” I questioned, my hands resting on my hips.

“Why don’t you relax, get to know us a little better? My name is Jasper.” Blondie smiled innocently.

“Lovely. Unless you guys need anything, I kinda need to go back to the bar.” I stated.

Blondie lightly grabbed my wrist. “You know, I’m not really into B positive. What blood type are you? You smell like O positive, maybe AB?”

“My blood type is actually super rare. You might have heard of it? It’s F.U.” I deadpanned.

He stood up quickly, gripping my arm tightly as I tried to pull away. “I think you should be a bit nicer to me. I am a paying customer.”

“I’m pretty sure Cyrus is the one that paid. Also, get your hands off me.” I grunted, glaring up at him.

“Why don’t you say that looking into my eyes, sweetheart?” He hissed, pulling me into him, making me stare into his eyes.

The way vampire powers work is first, the vampire must make you look into their eyes. It draws you in, making whatever power they have connect to you immediately.

I could see his pupils dilate and shrink. Suddenly, a deep purple aura appeared around him. It ended at his fingertips, where he was touching me.

In a split second I could tell what he was trying to do to me, an almost vision-like image came to my mind. He was manipulating me, trying to make me feel sexual feelings for him.

“I think you’re feeling apologetic for being a bitch to me. Maybe you want to say sorry to me by giving me just a bit of your blood. And of course, sex.” He whispered. He nodded his head to the rest of the boys at the table. “I think we could all have a turn. Don’t you agree?”

Oh my God, what an absolute douche.

In most situations like these, I would just go along with what the vampire wanted. I didn’t want anyone to know about my powers, but this was too fucking far.

Fuck hiding it.

I smiled, still staring into his eyes. “I... can’t do that for you. Besides, if I say I’m sorry, that would make both of us idiots.” I ripped my arm away from him and took a couple steps back.

His mouth was slightly gaped for a moment. He hid his surprise, immediately glaring at me.

I sneered. “Do anything like that again and I’ll call the cops on you. And let me tell you, they ain’t as nice as me.”

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the bar. I could hear the vamps whispering to each other as I got back to work.

“What was that over there?” Ronnie nudged me as she strolled behind the bar.

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just a couple vamps being dicks to me once again. I think I attract them like a magnet.”

“Sucks to be you.” Ronnie joked.

“That’s not a lie.” I mumbled, starting a new cocktail order.

~ \/ \/ ~

“Night, Ronnie! See ya later!” I yelled, exiting the back door of the bar. Ronnie waved as she walked to her ride, getting in and leaving.

I sauntered towards the employee parking lot, where my car was parked.

A chill ran up my spine. The air wasn’t cold; August in California never reached a temperature below 70. I could feel goosebumps rise all over my skin. I could feel eyes on me.

Suddenly, a gush of wind flew past me. And then another. Another. Another. I looked in every direction hastily.

What the fuck is that?

I ran to my car, keys in hand ready to unlock it. Right as I was opening the car door, it slammed shut, a hand pressing it closed. I was then spun around and pressed against my backseat side door.

“Hello bartender. We meet again.” Blondie smiled, holding me against my car.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped, trying to shove his hands off me.

He pushed me harder into the car. I could feel the handle press harder into my lower back, causing me to wince. “I want to know how you did it.”

“Did what? Make such a fine cocktail?” I jeered.

“How did you ignore my power?” He insisted, getting close to my face. “I can make anyone want me with just a single touch. Except you…”

“Guess I’m lucky. What type of asshole has to use his powers to get girls to fuck him? Must be small, huh.” I hissed.

He chuckled darkly. “Saying shit like that really isn’t gonna keep me from getting what I want…”

His hands tightened their hold on my waist. I started punching his chest, trying to shove him away. He just kept grinning down at me, not a single hit phasing him.

“Let her go.”

My movements stopped as Blondie turned around to the deep voice that spoke.

The man stood a few yards back. His body was relaxed, but his face was tense. He was dressed in all black; a fitted tee, ripped jeans, and vans. His hair fell over his forehead and almost covered his eyes. The front of his hair was an icy blue, almost matching his eye color.

He was beautiful.

“Who the fuck are you?” Blondie demanded.

The figure shrugged. “I don’t think that matters. Just let her go and there won’t be any problems.”

Blondie laughed. “Is she your bitch or something?”

“Fuck you.” I fumed.

He turned back to me. The smirk on his face fell. “You know, that is the exact reason why you’re in this predicament.” He opened his mouth and showed his razor-sharp fangs at me. “But you know what? I’ll do one better.”

Blondie grabbed my face, twisting it to the side and slammed his fangs into my neck. I screamed out in pain, feeling his teeth sink into my skin. But before he could drink from me, his mouth was yanked away.

The dark figure had grabbed Blondie and ripped him away from me. They began to fight. The dark figure threw punch after punch, blocking all of Blondie’s moves. Blondie might have been fast, but the dark figure was faster. Stronger.

The dark figure wrapped his hands around Blondie’s neck and snapped it, the loud crack echoing through the lot. Blondie’s body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Then, the dark figure pulled a stake out and slammed it into Blondie’s heart.

My eyes met the dark figure’s. I could feel myself get lost in them, almost like he had me entranced. I pulled myself away suddenly, pressing my body against the car, shaking.

His presence was suddenly behind me. I was turned around abruptly, the dark figure now directly in front of me. His hands rested exactly were Blondie’s had been. The gentle touch of him was surprising, given his overall demeanor. I glanced down at his hands. He noticed and pulled them away softly.

“Are you hurt?” He asked calmly, staring at my neck wound.

I placed a hand over my bite. “No. I… just like to casually bleed from my neck.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. “You don’t gotta be a smart ass. I did just save your life.”

“I had it under control.” I groaned, running my other hand through my hair.

“Right. My bad.” He chuckled, taking a step back. “So, being cornered up against your car was part of the plan?”

I rolled my eyes at him, not saying a word.

“What was his problem anyway? What did you do?” He inquired.

“Why do you assume I did something?! Motherfucker tried to assault me and I’m the one to blame?! On the news, there’s a new vamp attack every night. I highly doubt they’re all to blame too.” I argued.

He smiled lightly. “And they’re just the ones they tell you about.”

“How would you know?” I stared at him for a moment.

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you really think a human could have taken down that vampire?”

“…You’re a vampire?” I responded, leaning back from him.

I could see his fangs stick out while he talked. “Don’t I look it?”

“Without the fangs, I would just assume you’re emo.” I shrugged.

He bit his lip, hiding a smile. “You know, you’re not the first person to say that to me.”

“It’s because you look like you work at Hot Topic.” I smirked. “Who are you anyway?”

“I’m… X. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out.

I shook his hand politely, our eyes meeting. “Jade.”  

A blue aura appeared the moment our hands touched. He stared at me for a moment, but suddenly his eyes widen. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held onto it.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, staring at me. The aura intensified in color.

“What?” I gasped, trying to yank my hand away.

X stepped closer to me, his eyes bore into mine. “How can I not see into you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I exclaimed.

He ripped his hand away, the blue aura evaporating. “I’m able to read people. I can see their whole life by a single touch. How can I not see yours?”

“…Let’s just say I’m immune.” I answered.

X stepped back, stunned. “That’s impossible.”

I shook my head. “Not in my world.”

He backed away for a moment. “That’s why he was attacking you.”

“Not the only reason… I may have also said his dick was small which is why he had to use his powers.” I mumbled.

A light breath left X’s mouth as he shook his head. "Um... I have to leave now. As long as you're safe..."

"Yeah, I'm fine.” I bit my lip nervously, “Thank you, X... for saving me."

He nodded his head slightly, and then within the blink of an eye, he was gone. And so was the body of Blondie.

I sighed, finally somewhat relaxed as I realized I was alone. As I went to get in my car, I saw a white piece of paper on the ground, something that wasn't there until X had disappeared.

I reached for it, picking it up and looking at it. Scribbled on it was a phone number and a name of some sort.

 XPLR Services

(555-0157)

 “What the hell is this even for?” I wondered, gazing around at the empty parking lot.

CHAPTER 2 >>

[tonyspep]

we made these memories for ourselves

a/n: soooooooooo thanks to the wonderful rocketrhap4229 i decided to combine my latest fic ideas into one. originally i was going to do richard as a dad and then one where he and his bride runaway from their big fancy wedding like jim and pam did in season six of the office in episodes niagra part one and two. instead, i put both ideas together and here we are. for the “you” aka mia i imagined gemma chan who's going to be in the eternals with richard this fall.

~*~we made these memories for ourselves~*~

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: when you're overwhelmed by planning your wedding, richard has the brilliant idea of whisking you away and creating memories just the two of you and your daughters

rating: t

As the date to your wedding drew closer and closer, you found yourself running more and more ragged. You were seriously regretting not listening to Rose who had kindly offered the services of the wedding planner she and Kit had used. It's not that you weren't adverse to taking advantage of what Richard's celebrity had to offer, you loved getting pampered and dolled up before his premieres and such, but this was your wedding.

And while you (obviously) had no experience planning a wedding, you were determined to do it yourself.

You didn't want some stranger – as impolite as that may sound – handling the most important day of your life with Richard. You wanted everything to be perfect, but you didn't realize how much work went into making sure everything was perfect. From seating charts to choosing the church to handling the fittings not just for your dress and your daughters flower girl dresses but for your bride's maids and his groomsmen and the tasting for the food and cake, you didn't know how you found a moment to breathe, and things were only getting more hectic as the day drew closer.

“Hey,” There was Richard's familiar brogue in your ear while you sat at your vanity and as his fingers slid through the grooves of yours, pulling you to your feet, you clung to him like you had during those first frantic months Millie had been born and you were so afraid you were a horrible mother because you could not get her to sleep.

You couldn't stop the floodgates; the stress of it all finally catching up with you and your whole body shook in the strength of his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'm sorry,” You murmured, pulling away as you furiously rubbed at your eyes, willing the tears to stop.

You hated yourself for crying over something as trivial as wedding planning, no matter how important it actually was. You reminded yourself how blessed you were to have the life you did and that you shouldn't have been crying at all, despite everything that had been weighing you down these past few months.

Richard had done his best to help, but the fact that Marvel was even giving him time off from filming to give you the spring wedding you had always longed for, was more than most studios would have done so he was sometimes pulling doubles to get as much of his scene work done as he could.

“Talk to me,” His crystal blue eyes boring into yours and the genlte tone of his voice almost had you spiraling again, the familiar saline sting starting all over, but you steadied yourself. You felt your lip wobble slightly, another sob desperate to escape, but you shoved it down. “I'm fine,” You assured, waving your hand dismissively. “How many stories did it take before Bella finally went to sleep?”

You didn't want to talk about what was really bothering you, so you turned the subject to your youngest daughter. Though, your oldest Millie looked more like Richard, it was two year old Bella who had your husband wrapped around her finger. One tiny tremor of her bottom lip or pleading bat of her obscenely long lashes and he was a puddle, and it was much worse when he would return after being gone filming for long periods of time.

“Mia,” He's nearly pleading, his large hand cupping the sculpted plane of your cheek to keep you looking straight into his too-perfect-too-beautiful eyes, and you crumble because what else can you do?

“I didn't,” Unable to keep the floodgates at bay like you hoped you would be, and you begin to full on sob once more. “Think it would be this hard. I should have,” A few hiccups here and there, and you don't fight being pulled into the safety of his strong arms, your own winding around his neck so you can anchor yourself against his sturdy frame. “Listened to Rose,” A brief bout of laughter. “She was right, you know? I don't know why I thought I could do this. I've never planned anything except your surprise thirty first birthday and even then, your sisters did most of the work. I just didn't want some,” Several more hiccups escape as you try to regulate your breathing. “Stranger,” You sigh, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Planning the most important, the most special day of our lives. The girls already think you're Prince Charming and I'm supposed to be the beautiful Princess and it's just a mess.”

“Oh, darling,” A warm chuckle underneath his brogue as he shakes his head, fond smile you know so well curling at his plush lips. “Is that what all this fuss is about? Don't you know by now, Mia Elizabeth Wu, I'd marry you anywhere? If our little terrors weren't fast asleep, I'd marry you right now just as you are in this very becoming dressing gown,” His voice goes low as he slips his other hand, that's not holding your cheek, underneath the hem of your silk robe an indulgence from early on in your relationship before two beautiful little girls and diamond rings and future in-laws and such, when you would jet here and there and everywhere just because, packing nothing but bikinis and lacy teddies.

“And don't you know?” He continues, bending his head so it falls forward into the curve of your neck. His teeth nip at that spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone, his lips sooth the nip, taking care of your decolatage and it takes everything for you not to moan, he's always known just what to do to you. “You are the beautiful Princess. One more beautiful than I deserve. Tonight, I'll show you that you are.”

“Richard,” His name tumbling breathlessly off your lips. “But you must be quiet, lovely,” Husky and low against your lips. “If not, I'll have to take this tie off your dressing gown and bound these pretty little wrists and I quite like your hands all over me.”

It still amazed you after two children how he could leave you so thoroughly satisfied, that years later he was still able to leave you as breathless as ever and that even now he was discovering new ways to bring you to the brink and fall over the edge. You were a tangle of arms and legs, his fingers lingering along your spine before dipping past the dimple at your back to grab a handful of your right cheek, hiking your leg further up his hip and you laugh as he nips and bites at your lips before drawing them into a proper kiss.

It's soft and warm, everything you longed for as a little girl, his tongue leisurely melding with yours until your panting all over again.

“Better now?” His voice rough and deep, making a shudder roll through your practically boneless frame. “Better now,” You whisper back, your forehead resting against his. “Don't tell Rose,” You say as your eyes begin to close. “She was right. I'll never hear the end of it.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” He assures, chuckling before he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

~*~*~*~

There are two things you don't have to plan and that makes you ever so grateful, your own Hen Night and Richard's Stag Night. You could feel a headache coming on, as you sipped at your customary cup of lavender tea the next morning, just from the thought of it. Though, you took comfort in knowing Alfie wasn't in charge of the planning and that Kit had taken the reigns, assuring you your fiancee` would be back to you in one piece.

Of course Emilia who had immediately bonded with your younger sister, Charlotte, had not made the same promise to Richard. You, briefly, shuddered from the thought of them along with Rose, Gwendolyn and your gaggle of girlfriends from your days at Grayford and then Cambridge all at your door forcing you into some garish sash and tiara while they kidnapped you – basically – with the intentions of taking you somewhere you didn't know. You hoped you would only end up at Emilia's or Rose's and the living room would just be decorated in hot pink crepe paper streamers while every bit of penis paraphanalia in London surrounded all of you.

But you doubted they would plan something so tame.

You laughed softly to yourself as you shook your head and took another sip of your tea.

You didn't want to look at your phone – who knows how many messages you had already – but your day would have to start soon enough, after all you didn't know when those loons would decide to kidnap you. Or when you would receive a text from Alfie that he and the boys were planning on whisking Richard away and not to put up a fight.

Just as you were about to turn and reach for your kettle, an exicted squeal of “Mama!” turned your attention to the kitchen's doorway and there was a very happy Bella squirming inside Richard's arms, her own chubby limbs stretching as she tried to reach for you. You returned her excited squeal with one of your own, “Bella!” which made her giggle as you did grabby hands before reaching her and Richard in three easy strides.

You bent forward to nuzzle your nose against hers and tickled her wonderfully round tummy before plucking her out of Richard's arms and into your own. “Mama,” Soft as her tiny hand moved around your face, squeezing your nose and you laughed, knowing she wanted to play.

“No Eskimo kiss for me, darling?” Richard doing his best to sound put out and you shook your head before leaning over to nuzzle noses with him as well.

Then came the sound of rushing feet, which meant a certain someone was about to come rushing at your legs, not wanting Bella to have all of the attention. You were prepared for the speeding blur that was your oldest daughter to come rushing at you, but you weren't prepared at all for what Millie was wearing. Your eyes went wide at the sight of her in her flower girl's dress, which made you look at Bella in your arms and you found her wearing her dress as well.

“Richard...” You started to say, but Millie's small voice interrupted you. “Daddy, how come Mama isn't dressed, too?”

“Dressed, too?” You asked, your eyes narrowing sharply in the direction of your fiancee`, your lips forming the familiar thin line they always did when you were struggling to show just how upset you were, a habit both you and your sister had inherited from your mother.

And in that moment, you realized Richard was standing in your kitchen wearing the white tuxedo you requested him to wear for the wedding. It was identical to the one he had worn at Cannes for the Rocketman premiere, the one you very much adored. Though, he could tell you were upset and confused, he still approached you with that so hard to resist and ever so charming smile on his plush lips. He reached for your hand, careful not to jostle Bella who was still nestled in the crook of your arm and brought your knuckles to his lips just like he had when he introduced himself to you at the Dolce and Gabana show all those years before.

Like always you couldn't help but shudder. Bella may have had him wrapped around her finger, but you had been wrapped around his the moment you met.

“Say yes to running away with me,” He murmured huskily into your ear, his teeth briefly tugging at your earlobe before he soothed the bite with his lips, then he trailed them down the elegant curve of your neck, taking special care of that spot he knew so well. “To being the beautiful Princess Millie and Bella know you are.”

“Are you...” You couldn't form the words, your voice trailing away as you felt tears spring to your eyes. “Rich....”

“Shhh,” He pressed his thumb to your lips, halting your inevitable protest. “We can still have the wedding everyone expects. Nothing will change, except we'll have this, something that's just for ourselves and the girls.”

The romantic in you couldn't help but swoon. You had never imagined yourself as the type to run away and get married, you were more like the Monica Gellar type who had been obsessing over your wedding since your were a little girl. You bit down on your lip, twisting the flesh between your teeth and then there was Bella's voice in your ear, “Mama wear dress, too?”

The hopeful look in her warm brown eyes made you melt. A soft hiccup escaped your trembling lips as you nodded shakily, taking in an unsteady breath as you pressed a kiss to her soft dark hair and whispered, “Yeah, Mama's going to wear a dress, too. Yes, she is.”

“Mia...” Now Richard's tone was shaky, his crystalline eyes just as hopeful as Bella's had been. “Yes,” You assured, your voice louder than before. “Yes, Richard Madden I'll runaway with you.”

Even with Bella in your arms, the two of you shared a heady kiss, your head spinning when he finally pulled away after briefly letting your tongues tangle. He easily took Bella from your arms, throwing her up in the air and then catching her easily as she howled with laughter. Millie rushed toward the pair, not wanting to be left out and you shot your fiancee` a withering glare over your shoulder before you retreated back to your room, silently warning him not to ruin the girls' dresses. They would still need them for the wedding you had been slaving away for as well.

~*~*~*~

Briefly, you panicked about what you would wear. Your dress – unlike the girls' dresses wasn't here – you still had at least two more fittings to go through to ensure it was absolutely perfect. Then you remembered how you had requested Richard wear the white tux and as if he was behind you, your senses assaulted by his heady scent of verbena and musk, you remembered him going into your side of the closet and pulling out his own request. It was the dress you had worn on your very first date, a simple silk charmeuse slip dress in a deep green by Dior that the fashion house dubbed as holly.

He confessed– after you had been together for months – he had seen you wear the dress on the runway for the famed French fashion house and thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had been too nervous to talk to you then, only introducing himself to you at the Dolce show because his friends had given him such a roe about it. You had found him handsome, of course, but more so he was utterly endearing; fumbling and wringing his hands and biting his lip.

yes, you thought, soft smile blooming across your lips, this is the one.

~*~*~*~

i'm speechless

staring at you standing there in that dress

what it's doing to me ain't a secret

cause watching you is all that i can do

“speechless” - dan + shay

Keeping a four year old and a two year old from ruining their beautiful dresses was easier said than done. Especially his squirmy little monkey Bella. Mille had, more or less, settled down happily munching on her favorite snack of butter cookies and strawberry jam that managed to only cover her cherubic face and thankfully nothing else. Richard had been just about ready to surrender and take Bella back upstairs and put her pajamas back on until they were literally almost ready to leave and then he heard the familiar trills of your soft laughter. He breathed a sigh of relief, ready to question how you could handle them for days on end alone when he – apparently – couldn't do so for all of twenty minutes, when every word died on his tongue.

You were wearing the dress. At least that's what he called it in his own head, anyway.

You told him most models didn't get to keep the clothes they walked the runways in, but sometimes they got lucky. The first night he stripped you of this very silk slip dress, he told you it was him who got lucky.

That dress had followed the two of you from your flat downtown to his newly purchased Hidden Hills home in Los Angeles to both of your childhood homes and finally the sprawling cottage in the Essex countryside where you would raise the girls.

He'd pulled the straps down with his teeth, then raised them again after you had stumbled from the closet at his parents anniversary party, he had slipped his hand underneath the hem teasing you the first time he met your parents for dinner. He let you slip it from your own body only once... After the worst fight you ever had, you threatening to walk all the way back to your own flat – even in your strappy delicate golden heels – and after words he promised – the first time he had ever promised anything so fiercely – that he would never let you go.

He had been so careful of the dress when you whispered in his ear after Kit and Rose's wedding that you were pregnant again and soon the two of you would have your hands full with another little girl.

“Mia...” Your name heavy on his tongue as his mouth parts and he can't stop from licking his suddenly dry lips.

“You wore the white tux for me,” Your voice heady in his ear, your lips teasing his ear and throat like his had done to you. “There was nothing else that I could wear for you.”

and i'm speechless

you already know that you're my weakness

after all this time i'm just as nervous

every time you walk into the room

i'm speechless

~*~*~*~*~

You couldn't stop your eyes from flooding with tears as Richard stared deeply into yours while saying his vows, ending them with, “And yet I wish but for the thing I have; my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

Though, you ended up forgoing graduate school to model, you still remembered those words from the late night cramming sessions over Shakespeare as an undergraduate at Cambridge. You always thought those words from Romeo to Juliet were beautiful, maybe the most beautiful in the whole play and for a brief moment you thought you might be dreaming, that you would be woken up by two little girls pouncing on you or Richard's lips latching here and there, but you weren't.

His hand shook as he slid the beautiful sterling silver band over your knuckle, kissing the finger after he secured it against your engagement ring and you released the breath you didn't even know you had been holding.

The Justice made his pronouncement and then Richard gently took your face in his hands and your lips touched, so soft and warm, and like always you tasted forever.

[imaginesmai]

Arthur Shelby-B for Baby

This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it!

Plot: For being a Shelby, having twins was one hell of a lucky strike. Arthur couldn’t be any more happy and exicted about it; yet as always, luck is not very common in a Shelby’s life.

Warning: I’m not going to spoil anything, but angst and blood.

When you discovered you were pregnant, you were more than surprised. Some years ago the doctor told you that it was very unlikely for you to get pregnant; it didn’t matter if it was for Arthur’s lack of sperm or for your problems with your uterus. As a couple, you had accepted that you wouldn’t have children, yet in the tenth year of your relationship you discovered that you were pregnant. You hadn’t really noticed until it started to show; you were used to your period delaying even for two months and you mistook the morning sickness with just a flu. Once you knew, the next thing you needed to do was to tell Arthur. So you waited for him sitting in the couch, physically shaking from emotion.

-          Darling! -Arthur shouted as soon as he closed the door. -Y/N, I’m home!

Everytime he came back from work, or from a meeting with his brothers, he made himself heard in the house. Arthur was a pretty nosy man, yet you were okay with it.

-          In the living room! -you shouted, and waited for him to appear. -Hey baby.

-          There is my beautiful girl. -he smiled, and bent down to kiss your forehead. -How has been your day? Are you feeling better?

-          Yeah, a lot better. Didn’t do much, actually. I went to the market, visited Polly, the usual. And your day?

-          Tommy’s being a prick. -he sat down on the couch besides you, enjoying the warm from the fire. -He thinks he can control everything, and don’t listen to me half of the time. Besides that, I missed you a lot.

-          I missed you too, Arthur. -you pecked his cheek. -I have something to tell you.

-          So do I. Who goes first?

-          Let me tell you this before you say anything. -you took his hand in yours. -You know how I have been feeling ill lately? I talked to Polly today.

-          Did something happen? Was she rude? I swear, that woman-

-          No, baby. -you chuckled. -She was nice to me, she always is. I think she likes me.

-          It’s hard to dislike you, darling. -he winked at you.

-          Back to what I was saying. -you smiled. -I have discovered something with her help. I’m pregnant, Arthur.

There was a moment of silence before the words sank in his heart, and when they did a big bright smile appeared behind that moustache. With him, you knew you didn’t have to be worried when talking about anything, because he had proven to be a very supportive man. What you didn’t expect was the hug that knocked you out of the couch.

-          Baby! -you laughed. -Oh God, Arthur, you’re crashing me!

-          I’m sorry, I’m sorry. -he got up, offering you a hand. -It’s just-we are having a child, Y/N! Our baby!

Arthur let out another laugh, and that time hugged you with a little more care. He squeezed you between his arms, putting his head on your neck.

-          I’m so happy Y/N, and I love you so much. -he mumbled in your hair. -How long are you?

-          Two months, Arthur.

-          Al-already? -he looked at you surprised.

-          I thought my period was late as always. -you sighed. -I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I should have gone to the doctor sooner.

-          I don’t care, love. -Arthur smiled, and pecked your lips. -We know now and that’s enough.

Moving your head a little higher, you kissed his lips slowly and with love. His hands were placed at your hips, and yours moved to his hair. For being a Shelby, it was one hell of a lucky strike.

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Turned out, the surprise Arthur had for you was a trip to a house outside the city. He knew how stressed you were, even before the baby, so he decided to surprise you with some relaxed holydays, just the two of you. And the baby.

You had wanted to leave as soon as possible, because time flew and you didn’t want to give birth between cows. But your husband was a Shelby, and they were always in trouble. That time, it was Sabini; the Italian man wanted something from the Shelbys and wasn’t going to stop until he got it. Arthur was having some crazy months, and he told you that he couldn’t leave his family when things were like that. So you decided to wait, and two months turned shortly into six. When the business with Sabini was finally calmed down and you could leave with your man, it looked like if you were ready to pop at any seconds. Your dresses were long forgotten in the closet, and the new ones didn’t even last a week before they were too tight. After talking to a doctor about your alarming rate of growing, he told you that it was very likely that you were having twins.

Not one, but two little things that were making their father already crazy. As soon as Arthur heard the news, he became ten times more protective. He tried to work from home, begged to Tommy until he got two men at your door every hour in the day, and always wore a bright smile on his face. You weren’t expecting any children at all, so the news of having two little children was more than good. However, not everything in the life of a Shelby was good luck.

-          Have you packed the blue dress?! -you shouted from the room, looking at the suitcase in front of you. -Arthur?!

-          Yes, darling?!

-          Have you packed the blue dress?! -again, you shouted, looking for the dress without moving the clothes too much.

-          It’s in the bigger one, Y/N. -Arthur said, appearing at the door. -I put it with my back suit.

-          We’re going to a field, baby. -you looked at him. -You won’t be needing that.

-          Well, it’s already done so we can’t do anything about it. -he laughed.

Arthur walked towards you and took your face in his hands, kissing you softly. Then, one of his hands found its way to your big belly.

-          Daddy’s going out, don’t give trouble to momma today. -he kissed it. -I’ll be back after lunch, little beans. And we’re going to a fantastic house were your mommy and I can make love all day.

-          Arthur! -you smacked his head and laughed. -You can’t say that to our children!

-          They aren’t born yet, darling. Besides, when they are, they will probably have to grown used to the strange noises in daddy and mommy’s room

-          You’re the worst. -you smiled and pecked his lips.

-          Have everything ready for when I come back. I’ll give the papers to Tommy and I promise we will be on our way. There are two boys outside, if anything happens you call them.

-          You’ll be gone for just an hour, baby. -you said. -Nothing is going to happen.

-          Still. -he scoffed. -Sometimes I can’t believe Tommy. Making me go there the day we’re leaving.

-          The sooner you get it done, the sooner we will arrive to our little paradise. Come on, go.

-          So bossy. -Arthur rolled his eyes playfully. -Okay, love you!

When the door closed, you returned to your tasks in the suitcase. Packed a few books and two more blankets, in case it’s too cold. Also, you took your favourite soap; because, honestly, you weren’t thinking about leaving that house for a while.

For the next few hours you sat next to the fire, waiting for Arthur to come back. The guys that he placed in the door weren’t a great conversation, and you were bored out of your mind. Just when you were thinking about calling your husband, one of them fell to the floor. You got up and walked towards him, thinking that he fainted or something like that. What you found, was a man with a hole in his forehead and a gun pointed to your face.

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Three hours, that’s how much Tommy kept Arthur at the officed. He was red as a tomato and with a raw throat from screaming at him so much. The only thing he wanted was to get in the car and drive away from that madness. As he drove, he thought that, lately, good luck had been on his side. First, he found out that the love of his life was pregnant; then, you discovered you had twins; than now, you were leaving to a relaxed holidays until the kids were ready to meet their parents. For a Shelby, it was one hell of a lucky strike. That proved to end as soon as he put a feet on your house.

-          If she is mad, I’m blaming it all on you. -he muttered as they parked the car.

-          Me? If you can’t do a damn thing right it’s not my fucking fault. -Tommy said.

-          You’re the one who can’t appreciate a good thing when it’s done.

-          I can’t wait for you to go, Arthur. -he rolled his eyes, getting out of the car. -I’m just coming because I want to see Y/N before she goes. The only one I will miss.

-          I would have gone earlier if you wouldn’t have been such an ass, Tommy.

-          Go and don’t fucking come back, I swear.

The first thing he noticed was that the two men at the door weren’t there. It was not unusual, because sometime you coerced them into helping you with something; one time, he found the two and a half meters bloke building a crib. Arthur called your name a few times while Tommy took his coat out. They walked into the house, seeing the fire nearly worn out and your book on the floor. He was going to shout again when he saw the second thing that made him understand something was not right; one of the men supposed to protect you was laying on the floor dead.

-          Tommy. -he said with a rough voice. -Tommy, look at that.

-          Arthur. -Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, taking out his gun. -Keep calm, we-

-          Y/N! Darling, where are you?!

-          They could still be here! -he half-shouted. -Shut the fuck up!

-          Y/N?! Answer me, fuck!

Ignoring Tommy’s warnings, Arthur kept shouting your name and looking for you. He could hear Tommy behind him, gun raised and eyes alert. Yet, for what they found, they didn’t need the gun. You were laying in your bed on your back, with your hands in your stomach and you head rolled to the side. It looked like a normal morning for Arthur, when he would wake up to you sleeping by his side. What didn’t look normal was the blood staining the sheets and the hole in your abdomen. Tommy was the first one to act; he moved you a little and placed his hand on your neck, trying to look for a pulse. Meanwhile, Arthur stood by the door, supporting himself with one hand while the other one tried to muffle the sobs that left his mouth. Your eyes were looking at him; yet he didn’t find the love he usually found, just a dull look empty of any emotion of life.

Tommy didn’t dare to look to Arthur after he took his hand away, yet your husband didn’t need any words to know the true. He knew who, he knew why and how. What he didn’t know was how he was going to live when your dead eyes would follow him everywhere. When the life of his two precious and unborn kids had been taken away. It seemed, that no good luck strike is long enough for the Shelbys.

[katischuo]

all the questions you havent answered yet AND extra Q-fav thing bout' the oxford comma

2. what would you name your future kids? I’ve always had the name Angela Ridley in my back pocket as a girls name. However, I don’t know what I would do for a boy. Zachary Dylan was my go to, but I feel weird naming a child with the same names as people I know.

3. do you miss anyone? HELLA. Physically, I miss my boyfriend, as I haven’t seen him in about 2 years. But I really miss this guy named Gryphon that I met on Gaia Online (I was really into it in middle school and early high school). He was like an older brother to me when I was 15 or so but then one day, he sent me a message that he was being evicted from his apartment and I haven’t talked to him since. I really miss him. He was always so comforting.

4. what are you looking forward to? The potential of going out to Colorado this summer and the opportunity to catch up on reading all the books I have stacked in my to-read pile, as well as watching some movies and shows from my to-watch list.

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? Always? I don’t know about that but both Iris and Andy are up there.

6. is it hard for you to get over someone? Gotdamn, you bet.

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? NO THAT’S CRAZY TALK I TOTALLY DIDN’T CRY AND SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW BECAUSE THE DAMN RADIATOR WAS SO LOUD IN MY DORM ROOM crazy.

9. who did you last see in person? My sister.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings? God, no. As my dad always tells me, I wear my heart on my sleeve.

11. are you listening to music right now? Nah. I’m actually waiting for an episode of Breaking Bad to buffer.

12. what is something you want right now? I want Andy to come here so I can cuddle with him because I am starving for physical affection.

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? Last week? I hugged Justin after not seeing him for months.

15. personality description Fuck. Um, I’m a nerdy science girl who just wants to know everything about everything. I’m stubborn to a fault and want to fix everyone’s problems, even though I can’t even fix my own.

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? This is only my life.

17. opinion on insecurities. I hate them. I have so many and I hate them.

18. do you miss how things were a year ago? Not in the slightest.

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Idk something off of After Laughter. Probably Caught in the Middle? Or Pools.

21. age and birthday? I’m 20 years old and my birthday is February 13th.

23. fear(s) Mostly failure and rejection.

24. height I’m about 5′10″

26. idol(s) I’m going to have to reference you to my role models question because I really don’t see much of a difference.

27. things i hate Bigotry, suffering, and apathy.

29. favourite film(s) The Wind Rises and Moulin Rouge!

30. favourite tv show(s) The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones

31. 3 random facts 1) I try to carry a pencil with me when I read so I can mark sentences that strike a chord with me, so I can see where I was at mentally when I reread the book. 2) I have my library card number memorized. 3) I’m studying for a Linguistics minor purely out of the love for Linguistics.

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? I think it’s pretty 50/50 now. 

33. something you want to learn EVERYTHING. But right now, this moment, I really want to learn how to enjoy chemistry.

35. favourite subject Biology, more specifically, Anatomy and Physiology.

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? 1) I want to persue medicine. 2) I want to at least be trilingual. 3) I want to get a fancy ass shower.

37. favourite actor/actress Me? A total slut for Natalie Dormer.

38. favourite comedian(s) John Mulaney? I don’t really keep up with comedians too much.

39. favourite sport(s) I love watching gymnastics! Participating-wise, swimming.

40. favourite memory Ohohohoo, this isn’t my favorite memory (I don’t want to get sappy here) but it definitely is one of my most precious memories. I was lounging on the couch, as one does, and my dad is standing at the open window in the living room. We’re talking about what a nice day it was and how beautiful the breeze was. He then proceeds to tell me how the air also smells beautiful and that it’s all thanks to Canada (as much of their weather comes down to us here in the ol’ Minnesota). Then he looks out the window and softly whispers “Thank you, Canada” and I fucking lost it.

41. relationship status Taken by an utter and complete nerd

42. favourite book(s) Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson and The Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare.

43. favourite song ever I’m going to stop you right there. I’m too indecisive for this.

44. age you get mistaken for Usually around 16 or 17.

45. how you found out about your idol role model Okay, here’s the story of how I stumbled upon Miss Angelina (albinwonderland) because it’s pretty obvious how I found out about my grandmother. Anyway, when I was 14 or so, Pewdiepie was just starting up and I watched him almost daily. Around this time, there was a competition called King of the Web or something like that, in which he was a part of. So of course, I go to the competition website and vote for him! I noticed with this competition that there was only one girl in the running and she had bright, bubblegum pink hair. Interested, I check out her YouTube channel and end up falling in love.

46. what my last text message says To my mother: “Are you on your way home? I was wondering if I should cook up dinner for Thomas and me or if I should just sit tight for a bit”

47. turn ons Common sense, passion, authenticity, confidence verging on cockiness (not really any physical turn ons for me)

48. turn offs Being an asshat, arrogance

49. where i want to be right now COLORADO

50. favourite picture of your idol I’m honestly too lazy to look for it, but it’s a picture on Angelina’s instagram of her wearing a Barbie crop top.

51. starsign Aquarius

52. something i’m talented at I’m pretty good at picking up new concepts. Like, I can do it pretty quickly, for the most part.

53. 5 things that make me happy 1) Naps 2) Vidy games 3) Books 4) Nice pens! 5) Puppies that get so exicted that the hop instead of walking.

55. tumblr friends Shit, you gonna make me @ some. Here are some of my favs: Andy @andu-senpai , Joe @jt-snow , Iris @howmanyletterscaniputinmyurl , Anya @vulpesnox , KP @royalslimefather , and Kalie @onthefrits

57. favourite animal(s) Giraffes, cows, and flamingos

58. description of my best friend Please refer to the description of my crush/boyfriend.

59. why i joined tumblr One of my friends recommended it to me.

60. ask me anything you want Favorite thing about the Oxford comma. It makes sentences less like to be misinterpretted and it’s cool enough to have a song about it (Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend). In all honesty, I love the Oxford comma so much and those who don’t use it are WRONG.

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( sophie turner ) hey, have you seen TEAGAN CONNOLLY anywhere? they’re that twenty-two year old STUNT DOUBLE on THE RED CROWNS. if it helps they can be pretty outgoing and intelligent, plus reckless and sarcastic on top of it. they identify as cis female and go by she/her — no? i hope they aren’t late. 

*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) it’s me caitlyn, and this is my baby that’s going to be replacing gabriella. i loved gabi, don’t get me wrong, but i was having a lot of trouble finding the muse for her. maybe it was because she was an older chara of mine, i’m not sure. all i do know is that this trash princess is the total opposite of her and im v exicted to plot with all of u. speaking of, like this if you wanna plot and i’ll hop into ur ims rEAl quick.. i did change her connections page up to fit teagan, so you can find those HERE. as always, there’s more info about her under the cut!!

( tw: mentions of death, weapons, drugs, alcohol & violence. )

BIOGRAPHY

was born in dublin, ireland and lived there until she was 17.

lsn ok teagan grew up... hella wealthy.. however, that money was not really made legally ??

her parents were a part of the irish mafia ( or irish mob, however u wanna phrase it ) and lets just say she didn’t have the most ‘normal’ life growing up bc of if.

even though her parents did that for a living, they tried to keep her and her older brother out of the loop as best as they could, making a life for their kids that was not a life like their own.

however, she knew there was something up at a very young age, there were far too many times where her parents were gone late at night for her not to catch onto their job positions.

but for the longest time, she just told herself they were doing whatever they needed to do to keep her and her brother safe and left it at that.

being the curious person she was, she ended up sneaking out of her first day of class ( i’m talking middle school here ) one day, tracking down her parents car and found a window that was open and listened to the entire conversation about how they needed to end an opposing gang that was treading too close to her parent’s teritorty. that’s when she found up they were much higher up in rank than she thought.

she kept quite about it for a while, dropping subtle hints here and there until her parents finally caught on. they weren’t even mad that she eavesdropped on their conversation, instead they sat her down at a very young age and explained everything they did and why they needed to do it.

not only that, they started training teagan as well, teaching her how to use various weapons, how to pick locks, how to get in and out of places unseen and everything else she would need to know to eventually take their place one day.

much to their surprise, teagan picked up on these things as easy as it was for her to breathe the air around them. she was a natural born criminal and that made them proud as can be. but she knew she wasn’t the only child they had, so she tarted asking questions.

after asking why her parents weren’t teaching these things to her brother, she found out that his life path was no hat of their parents. her brother had enlisted into the military and after getting shipped away for a while, came back to ireland and started training to become a cop.

for a while, she couldn’t understand it, wanted to know why her own brother would be on the side that could potentially lock their parents away for the rest of their lives.

but that didn’t matter, he wasn’t even an offical officer when she was pulled out of school only to be told their parents died in a crash. it was almost too much for her to deal with, but it also made it clear to her why her brother chose a different path.

she knew that crashes happened and for a year or so, she lived with that and just wrote it off as an accident. but what people didn’t know was that she’d become really, really good at hacking into people’s information, finding out that her parents weren’t just killed in the crash, they were murdered. the whole thing was a set up.. done by someone below them in ranks that didn’t like the fact they were in power.

this set teagan off, making her go into this downward spiral that even her brother couldn’t get her out of.

she went out partying at a young age, started doing drugs.. anything that would make her forget about her parents for a while.

not only did that happen though, she became more and more motivated to take over their legacy, bursting in on ofne of the mafia’s meetins only to punch the person responisble directly in the face. she thought it would get her killed, and there was a part of her that didn’t care. but it didn’t, in fact it not only scared the other mafia members, but it instilled a respect for her in them that she had gotten from her parents.

things were find for a while, she was 15 and living with her brother who tried to keep tabs on her as much as he could, but even theat didn’t help him when he had a con-artist of a sister who paid people to lie for her about her whereabouts and things like that, but he tried and that was enough for her because it showed that he loved her and cared.

but things changed once again when she turned 16, her own brother catching her trying to steal clothes from the store. needless to say, he was probably a little more harsh on her than he should have been given that it was his sister.. he put her in a cell for a  good three weeks, probation after that and that was when she started to dislike him and his life choices.

after her probation was over, she knew she needed to get out, go somewhere where no one knew her name, no one knew what happened to her parents nor the ties she now had with the same mafia that got her parents killed. so she made the choice to move to canada. she’d seen articles on it and fell in love so she figured why not? 

shortly after that, she found out that she could do dangerous things for a living and basically tried to do anything and everything she could to make sure she got a job as a stunt double.. which she loves more than life and for the first time in her life she feels whole.. safe and completely free.

this however, doesn’t mean that she still doesn’t have some con-artist in her blood because she does, however, she tries to avoid that side of her because she doesn’t want things to end up like they did for her parents.

PERSONALITY

first n foremost... teagan has an irish accent, meaning that half the time she’ll probably say something but it sounds weird to other ppl?? but she kinda laughs it off.

while teagan is sarcastic and blunt, she’s always extremely outgoing and charming when she wants to be.

she normally get along with everyone because she lives her life as chill as she possibly can. sure, there are some people that annoy her but she has never hated anyone other than the person that killed her parents.

loves to party, drink... be wild, do stupid things.

is the girl that probably sends half nude photos to her friends 2 see if they’re up to par ?? like ‘hey do u think this is good enough 2 send’

will want to go to a bar, club or party with everyone because that’s where she feels more comfortable.

extremely reckless.. like probably will suggest they break into a park of something after hours just to go exploring in the dark??

curses like a daMN SAILOR

drinks.... a lot... like..... way more than she should

loves 2 cuddle but also hates it... like she’ll cuddle if she’s drunk or if she’s v close w u but if it’s after a one night stand she’s like.. lmao no bye

speaking of... she flirsts... with everyone and is rather amorus. meaning there’s a 99.9% chance she will try 2 sleep with everyone because that’s just her ‘thing’

wears glasses 2 read, but hates them w a passion so she tries not to use them when she’s in public bc she doesn’t wanna get made fun of??

has a youtube chanel full of crazy challegne vids, beauty tutorials, hair tutorials and ex that she uploads 2 every once in a while.

extremely into netflix n chill....... yikes

can cook like a five star chef?? yet she rarely cooks for herself.

a little guraded at first but once those walls are down, she considers you a friend.

the people she trusts fully though?? shit, she’d do anything and everything for.. like she’d even take a bullet for them ??

sub af & proud.

also might be slightly addicted to sex but she tries to keep that on the dl

plays video games whenever she gets the chance

acts like she’s okay all of the time even if she’s not because she doesn’t want to burden people with her problems, they have enough to deal w as it is.

fluent in quite a few languages.

literally will look @ u like you have 6 heads if you recognize her from her youtube channel 

knows how to hack into people’s things or places and does that sometimes whenever she’s bored ??

a burnt cupcake who’s trying

STATS

BASICS

Full Name: Teagan Sage Connolly. Nickname(s): Tea, Teags, Sage. Age: Twenty-two. Date of Birth: October 31st. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland. Ethnicity: Irish. Nationality: Irish / Canadian. Gender: Female. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Romantic Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: N/A. Occupation: Stunt Double / Part time beauty blogger / vlogger on youtube. Language(s) Spoken: Gaelic, Spanish, French, Welsh, Russian, Italian & Japanese Accent: Irish.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Sophie Turner. Hair Color: Red. ( Dyed blonde at times ) Eye Color: Blue. Height: 5′ 3″. Weight: 124 lbs. Build: Average. Tattoos: X, X, X, X, X, X, X. Piercings: Left & Right. Distinguishing Characteristics: Eyes.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Vixen. Positive Traits: Outgoing, Intelligent, Adventurous. Negative Traits: Reckless, Sarcastic, Flirtatious. Goals/Desires: To continue to live her life how she wants to, making sure her and her friends are all happy and safe. Fears: Arachnophobia & Monophobia. Hobbies: Playing video games, drinking, riding motorcycles / atvs, boxing, reading comic books, watching old movies, cooking and baking. Quirks: Believes in karma, fights for animals rights, fights for gender & marriage equality, owns an outrageous amount of shoes, counts stairs when she walks up or down them, drinks lots of water, works out once a day, fidgets constantly, is extremely flexible, is extremely ticklish, knows how to code websites, knows a lot of useless trivia. Likes: Makeup, oversized sweaters, dancing, singing, going out, social media, mac n cheese, nighttime, coffee, reading, video games, comic books, netflix marathons, animals, fruits, yoga, nutella, cuddling. Dislikes: liars, hypocrites, being alone, bugs, thunder storms.

FAMILY

Father: Grady Connolly. Mother: Saorise O’hare-Connolly. Sibling(s): Older brother. Pet(s): One husky named Balto and one persian tuxedo cat named Lucifer. Financial Status: Wealthy.

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ENTP-A Enneagram: Type 8 ( The Challenger. ) Temperament: Sanguine. Hogwarts House: Slytherin.