#and he was like Ohh you’re a smart boy you’re going to be a doctor next yes ? and i was like lmao not my broke ass

[intraosseous]

i met a stranger and am now contemplating moving to perú

[derpdino34]

Secret legacy pt. 2

Chapter 10

Following a random stranger to a pickup truck that leads to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere is the dumbest thing Robby can do.

Yet, he’s doing that right now.

Throughout the whole car ride there was silence as Robby looked out the window. Robby was just realizing how stupid this was. He can be sold on the black market or taken to some government agency to be experimented on. They got to their destination and Robby was started to feel uneasy. Where was Mo? She should be back home With Thrash’s new alt mode or she probably noticed that he was missing and was probably looking for him. Well, if she was doing that, she better hurry up. Robby knew Mo was smart enough not to follow strangers.

Robby entered the wearhouse. It was poorly illuminated by blue lights and the inside was scarily clean.

“My assistants will transport your friend to the medical facility and as for you-“

Meridian put a mechanical hand on Robby’s shoulder.

“I want to ask you some questions.”

The wearhouse, it was old but livable. Several boxes were scattered around. Multiple screens that had some bot parts identified. But . . . In the corner of Robby’s eye, he swore he saw a random bot’s hand getting dragged away into the dark crevices of the warehouse. Multiple eyes were watching his every movement, Robby’s stomach churned.

“Are you coming?” Meridian’s voice called out.

“Yeah coming!” Robby quickly turned and started to run towards the biggest part of the whole building.

“This machine was designed to put and fix transformers and this will certainly help your friend.” The Doctor turned around and smiled at the boy. But Robby was too busy to pay attention to what Meridian was saying and staring at the giant abomination that was this machine. It had several different kinds of ‘hands’ that had different types of medical instruments on it and look like a misshapen beehive. He heard something scurrying closer. Robby quickly turned around to see those spider bots carrying Twitch’s unconscious body.

“Hey!” Robby yelled as he grabbed a metal pipe that was a desk.

“Don’t you dare touch Twitch!” Ready to strike, Robby charged at the spider bots with full force but was stopped when Meridian garbed the metal pipe out of Robby’s hands.

“Woah their my friend, where did this come from?” Meridian was holding the metal pipe.

“It- It was You!” Screamed before charging at the doctor.

“You’re the one who attacked me in the woods.” Meridian dogged Robby’s outburst.

“Oh no,no,no! There must been a huge misunderstanding.” Meridian crushed the metal pipe in his mechanical, right hand.

“These bots are fun little creatures. Don’t judge all of them just because they’re a few bad apples.”

Meridian gestured to one of these “friendly spider bots.”

“Why don’t you show them Daisy?”

“Daisy” and the other spider bots started to form a pyramid with”daisy” on the top making a little hurrah when it was finished.

Robby was dumbfounded then he heard a clapping behind him. He turned around to see Thrash clapping with Mo right behind with a lollipop in her mouth.

“Robby! Mo!” Alex yelled as he walked through the woods. A day into this move and he already lost the kids. Ohh, what’s going to happen to them? They can be murdered, kidnapped, o-or they’re stuck somewhere with nobody to rescue them.

“No! They’re probably in town getting . . . Ice cream! Yes that!.” Alex told himself.

“They’re probably, in town.”

“I’m afraid that’s not true Mr. Malto.”

Alex nearly jumped out of his skin as he turns around to see Optimus Prime right behind him, Alex wanted to die right there. Prime unsheathed his mask showing a wide grin. Even though, his grin was covered by malice.

“W-W-What d-do you m-mean?” Alex kept tripping over his words. He felt that his whole body giving up on him.

“People reported to me that some spider bots have kidnapped your children, Mr. Malto.”

Alex whole world just shattered. Robby and Morgan, his babies, taken from home. He felt his knees give up on him. He fell to his knees, Optimus did nothing as Alex was fell.

“But the good news is that Elita may have found where those rascals went off to.” Optimus knelt down to Alex’s level, he wanted the man to look at him.

“If we hurry, we may have a chance to save them.” Optimus transformed into a truck and tried to convince Alex to come inside. Alex hated to step in the alt mode of a transformer, made him feel trapped. Optimus roared as he transformed one of his arms to grab Alex to throw him into the cab.

“WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”

Optimus sped out of the woods and on to the highway. He was driving like a madman and Alex was sure he was never going to see his kids again.

[the-fiction-witch]

Eyes

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER

RATING SWEET

I sat quietly reading my book every so often glancing over to the dinner table seeing Benny sat at it as usual his brown eyes lingering in the pieces and the board his hair gently falling in his eye, his tight blue jeans hugging his body, his dark striped button down undone to the centre of his chest, his chains hanging slightly where he leant a little in his seat, his fingers to his lips as he thought before moving one piece.

"Benny?" I asked making him slightly jump clearly he forgot I was even here his eyes glancing over to me sat on his usual comfy chair beside the lamp gently pivoting his head towards me as he rested his chin on his hand 

"Umm?"

"Would you like a cup of tea? Or coffee?" I offered

"Uhh tea, two sugars please sugar" he smiled to me "I thought you were reading?"

"I got to the end of my chapter" I smiled putting my book on the coffee table getting up slipping my slippers on to walk across the cold concrete floor giving the top of his head a kiss as I walked past which made him gently smile 

"What chapter are you on now?" He asks as I made the tea luckily the water still warm from the last cups I made 

"Sixteen" I answered as I brought his tea and my own over sitting it beside his board 

"Good girl" he smiled kissing my hand "your getting better"

"Not better, just used to it" I answered squeezing his hand 

"Hey, come here" he smiled offering his leg so I moved carefully and sat on his leg nuzzled into his chest "can you see me?" He asked me to put his nose against my own and I nodded "can you read what the timer says?" I looked at his chess clock but it was too far away to see it so I shook my head "okay" he said kissing my forehead "you Will, once you're used to your new glasses" he reminds "will… you still love me? When you can't see me?" 

"Benny, I remember what you look like" I laughed 

"I better be careful then I change too much to might not recognize me" he laughs "can you see the game?" He asks I looked and saw some pieces but others were nothing but a blur to me 

"Sort of, some of them are fuzzy" I shook my head so he moved me a little on his leg to face the game and he explained where each piece was 

"what next?"

"Move the knight, checkmate in six moves" I answered

"Umm good girl" he smiled kissing my temple "Your head still works. It's just your eyes… maybe you could be a blind chess player?"

"Maybe" I giggled "however would I play blind?"

"You feel" he says moving my hand along the edge of his board feeling the engraved numbers in the wood referring to the lines and squares "and you listen, whoever you play against has to say where and what they move" he explained "how do you think chess masters do it blindfolded?"

"Well there all much smarter than me" 

"Y/n, you're smart. Your smarter the any of them will ever be" he told me "come on I'll give you a game" he says so I got up and moved to the other chair I could see my own peices but not his and barely Benny at all "glasses off" he says 

"But then I can't see" I giggled

"That's the point" he says "sugar… I know it's not nice to think about but, the way your eyes are someday, you might not be able to see at all. Even with your glasses. Just give it a try for me" 

"Fine," I sighed, taking off my glasses, putting them on the table beside my arm and everything was a blurry, fuzzy black spotted mess I could barely see much of anything. "this seems unfair" I argued even if I could hear him moving around

"Nope, not unfair sugar" 

"How so?" I asked 

"Because… I'm playing blindfolded" he answered 

"Where did you get a blindfold?"

"Where do you think I got it" he smirked "box under our bed" he laughs "ohh… okay, this is diorrenetaing" 

"You get used to it" I giggled 

"Guess I see just about as well as you do now" he laughs

"Kinda" I smiled "but mine is not completely dark… yet"

"And it won't if you do as your doctor says" he reminds "now white moves first, off you go" he told me we plaid even if it was complicated trying to think of the board in my head running my hands down the sides to get the correct places for pieces and I beat him fairly quickly. There was nothing for a moment before I heard a little noise and my glasses slipped back on my face "that's my girl" he smiled giving my lips a little kiss. I smiled holding his hand and tugging him to our bedroom laying down on our bed slipping off my glasses looking at him even if honestly I could barely see much of anything "y/n? Sugar what are you doing?" He asks as I undid his shirt completely

"Looking at you" I smiled putting my hand to his face gently running my thumb across his smooth skin 

"You can see me?"

"Barely Benny" I giggled "but… I feel you, and it makes a picture in my head like imagining the chess board when you can't see it" I explain running my fingers across his face 

"Oww! That was my eye sugar" he complained as I poked him 

"Ohh sorry" I giggled moving my fingers across his cheek bones, to his nose giving the tip of his nose a tap "boop" I smiled making him chuckle at me moving my fingers across his upper lip and chin "you need to shave"

"What do you care you can't see it?" He laughs

"But I can feel it" I giggled "it's pretty"

"Thank you… I think"

"Hhe" I giggled "the bit under your mouth doesn't connect to the bit on your chin" I laughed

"Will you quit feeling up my facial hair sugar"

"No" I giggled moving my fingers to his lips gently running across them as he smiled "you have soft lips"

"Maybe you should kiss them then?" 

"Maybe" I smiled "why are they so soft?"

"Because I make out with you, and you use so much lip balm that I'm basically also wearing it though the transfer when we kiss" he laughs 

"Ohh… do you like my lip balm?"

"You have one that tastes like cola and yes. I adore that one and I wish you'd wear it more often, I will make out with you for hours when you wear that one"

"Silly boy" I smiled giving him a kiss moving my hand down his neck feeling his boney shoulder, running my fingers down his chest feeling his muscles and his ribcage 

"Ow! Don't poke between my ribs sugar" he laughs. I smiled moving my hand down to his stomach and giggling "what?"

"You have a little tummy," I smiled

"I do?'

"A little bit, too much pizza benny" I remind him poking his little bit if a tummy I moved my fingers down playing with the tiny bit of hair that headed down and the little Lines leading -

"Okay, you know about that bit, you feel it up enough sugar" he warns, moving my hand back to his face "y/n… could you open your eyes?"

"Why? I can't see"

"I know, but… I wanna look at your eyes" 

"But they look horrible-"

"No, they're unique and beautiful. Knowone else in the world has eyes like yours" he says moving some hair from my face so I slowly opened my eyes "there so beautiful…"

"What do my eyes look like?'

"Like… y/e/c stones on a beautiful heavenly cloud, I still love you, going blind or not sugar" he smiled giving my lips a kiss "you're still the most beautiful woman in the world to me"

"Aww Benny" I smiled hugging him tightly "your the sweetest, kindest man in the world" 

[kairoscelrosis]

ST: Into Darkness

So I watched into darkness after a really long time, and for the first time after watching ST: WOK. And I liveblogged it.

*spoilers* 

Jim's so disappointed that Enterprise got taken away from him. owo

Aahh Carol Marcus is British

Scotty has a moral compass (which I feel TOS Scotty does as well)

When Kirk learns that Spuhura are fighting, and then the lift opens and Spock's about to enter, he looks at both of them. It really gives me the vibes that he knows both his partners are angry at him 😂

Bones McCoy: a dictionary of metaphors

Yaayyy Sulu on the chairrrr

Whaaatttt???? Sulu references Mudd (Harry freaking Mudd) in the movieeee!!!!! (He says: Acting Captain Sulu to Shuttle Bay 2. Please have the trade ship we confiscated during the Mudd incident last month fueled and flight ready) !!!!!

"If you test me, you WILL fail."

The way Bones' expression changesss 😂

"Mr. Sulu, remind me to never piss you off."

"I am not the only one who is upset at you. The Captain is too." "No no no no don't drag me into this."

"She IS right" spirkkkkk

"Captain we will not fit" "We'll fit. WE'LL FITTT."

"I told you we'll fit." "I am not sure that qualifies." 🤣

Why do the Klingons look so different???

Why is Benedict's voice so deep? Like deeper than usual.

SPUHURA 🤢🤢🤢🤢

Tho i hate that a british dude played KHAN, you can't deny Benedict's Khan has charisma

Carol Marcus says "I am a friend of Christine Chapel's" like what??? JJ do you even know that Christine would never be engaged with Kirk in a romantic relationship??? That he's not her type??? 🤢

"Any idea what caused it?" "No sir. But I expect full responsibility." Aww my baby chekov 🥺

"Jim? You're gonna wanna see this." Ooohhhhhh

Okay... so wasn't this Khan a dictator as well? Or like, did the Eugenics war never happen in AOS? Did JJ do this so that Khan would be morally grey? Cuz he loves Benedict? IDK

"I'm sorry." Ohh Kirk my bby 🥺🥺

SCOTTYYYYYY HELL YEAHHH YOU ARE A MIRACLE WORKER *cries in jimmy doohan*

"Captain, I strongly object." "To what? I haven't said anything yet." Bitch you really think he doesn't sense your crazy ideas?

"'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'" "An Arabic proverb attributed to a pronce who was betryed and decapitated by his own subjects." 🤣🤣

Grab at the shoulder and "I cannot allow you to do this." and an almost "Jim"

"The Enterprise and her crew need someone in that chair that knows what he's doing... and that's not me." You can hear my heart shattering into a million pieces in the background.

How Jim's about to cry during that dialogue 🥺🥺🥺

Is there like... a competition going on between Pine and Benedict Cumberbatch trying to decide who's eyes are bluer???? Because I can't see anybody winning

"Captain. You can't even guarantee the safety of your own crew." Ooohh I so wanna punch you in the face. 👊

Aaaahhhhh TRIBBLLEEEEEEE

New Vulcaaaannn!!!! Our Spock's coming baaaackkkkkk yaaayyy

Aahh Sulu you are so talented

"This door is very wee. I mean, you know, small" 🤣

"It's gonna be like jumping out of a moving car, off a bridge, into your shot glass." "It's okay. I've done it before" Khan: 👀

"It's not easy. Just give me two seconds, all right, you mad bastard!" 😂😂

Bones, sitting down to watch the most scary movie of his life: Tell me this is gonna work.

Spock, shivering with fear in his seat: I have neither the information nor the confidence to do so, Doctor. 😂😂😂😂

Bones: 👀 👀 Boy, you're a real comfort.

Omg Sulu's so nervous and worried 🥺

I actually kinda DO like the transitions.

"You're big." 😂

"Spock, if I get back, we really need to talk about you bedside manner." Why is everyone so pbsessed with bedside manner in Star Trek😂😂

Scotty 😂😂😂 wheezing and panting, complaining he can't do it but he does 😂😂😂

Shitt the momentum!!! How would they have filmed that??? Rolling and rolling and rolling

LEONARDDD NIMOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

"Mr. Spock." "Mister Spock." Aaahhhhhhhhhh you both wanna kill meeeee 😂😂😂

He deserved that slap!!! GO CAROLL!!!!

"Where'd ya find this guy?" Ohh Scotty 😂

Spock!Prime really be like, "I can't tell you about it, but I am my own master, so I will. 😂

"Khan Noonien Singh is the most dangerous adversary the Ebeterprise ever faced. He is brilliant, ruthless, and he will not hesitate to kill every single one of you." *cries in Ricardo Montalban*

"Did you defeat him?" "At great cost. Yes." Aaaaahhhhhhh how would you know the great costt spocckkkkk😭😭

The sudden appearance of the man scared the shit outta mee😂😂

"Where's Khan?" AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JIM SOMETIMES YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO SPOOCCKKKK

Yaayyyy "Damn it, man, I'm a doctor not a torpedo technician!" 😂😂

"This way." Whewww.

Aaahh he's awakeeeee.

Yesss that's my Jim Kirk. No killing. Yes.

Aahhhhhhhhh. Wtf why're you punching Jimmmmm

Aahh Carolll ahahhh

Omg wtfffffffff nooooooooo frickfrickfrickfrickfrickk that was baaaddd

"Oh, you are smart, Mr. Spock." I really do wanna punch you in the face.

I will repeat myself. Having said that a white dude playing Khan is irritating, Benedict really does play him well.

Aahhh the ploy is same like the one in ST: WOK!! This time, it is Spock playing the game!!!

"Vulcans do not lie." Spock lies.

"No ship shoild go down without her captain." *silent screaming*

OMG he's firinggggg

"He armed the damn torpedoes." Is that pride I hear, Kirk

"Not bad, Commander." "Thank you, Lieutenant." XDDDD

Smarty pants Spock XD

WTF is Uhura doing in the Med Bay???

"Good to see you, Jim."

"Spock's cold, but he's not that cold. I've got Khan's crew." Awww :))))

"Seventy two human popsicles, safe and sound in their cryo tubes" POPSICLES😂😂😂😂

"Son of a bitch!"

"I hope you don't get seasick." 😂

"I will remain behind and divert all power to life supprt and evacuation shuttle bays." 🥺🥺

Sulu: Shut up, BITCH.

"I order you to abandon this ship!" The voice his voice cracks 😭 Who says Spock doesn't feel????

"All due respect, Commander, but we're not going anywhere." YEAAHHHH SULUUUUU GOOOO

"One day I've been off this ship! One bloody day!" Same, Scotty, same.

Hah. Running on walls😂

CHEKOV MY HEROOOOOO

Smart baby Chekov exclaiming in Russian.

"The ship's dead sir. She's gone." 😭😭😭

"You're not making the climb" JIM NOOOOO OH GOD YOU SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT.

Jim coming back to belt Scotty into place 🥺

How's he gonna do that????

Aaahh that oit of the clouds shot justttt 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Sulu's so HAPPYYY uwu

"It's a miracle." "There are no such things." Wait till you get to know Spock.

"Sir, you'd better get down here. Better hurry." *traumatic WOK flashbacks*

"How's OUR ship?" "Out of danger."

"That's a nice move." Is Jim referring to Chess????? You really have the nerve to do that???

"It is what you would have done." "And this, this is what you would have done." *TOS 😭😭😭😭*

"It was only logical."

"I'm scared, Spock. Help me not be."😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"I do not know. Right now I am failing." 😭😭😭

"Because you are my friend."😭😭😭

That Vulcan kisssssss 😭😭😭😭😭

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JIMMMM

KHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Why tf is everyone wearing those weird goggles???

I don't like Zoe Saldana as Uhura AT ALL.

The way Zach's bangs are flying😂

BONEESSSSSS 😭😭😭

Yeaah yeah yeah yeah yeah that tribbleeee

How tf did spock jump that high???

Why doesn't he like nerve pinch him???

Why can't they use the blood of the man in the cryo???? They have the same blood right???

"You get that son of a bitch back on board right now!"

Ohnonononono he's tryna crush Spock's skull.

Shit Spock why so angry NOOOOOO

Yeah Spock stops when he hears the name 'Kirk'.

"You were barely dead." 😂

"Tell me, are you feeling homicidal? Pwer mad? Despotic?"

"Uhura and I had something to do with it too, you know." Ohh bones😆😆

Spock called Kirk JIMMMMMMMMMMM

But, like, why didn't they kill Khan off??? He can be awakened again, can't he??? Like????

I love their formal uniforms!!!

Yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy my introooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"C'mon Bones, it's gonna be fun."

"Five years in space. God help me." 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The fond look Spock has on his faceeeee

And on Jim's face toooooo

"I defer to your good judgement, Captain." 🥺🥺🥺

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series #1: Telling The Kids

6 to 8 weeks, or a month and a half to two months, pregnant.

Author’s Note: So, here’s the first part of the Second Pregnancy Series! If you’re new, I’d highly suggest going back to the Toddler Series (which is linked in my Masterlist) and reading at least the last part of that (which is “Finding Out That You’re Pregnant Again”). However, if you’d like to be a super reader, I’d suggest starting all the way from the Wedding Series and working your way down! If you’re not new, I know you guys have been anticipating this so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Kim Seokjin

“Thank you for watching Kade eomma,” Jin said as you and him walked his mother towards the front door. 

“No problem, Chin Mae was an absolute angel,” she smiled. “Y/N, everything went ok at the doctor’s?”

“Uh yeah,” You nodded with a small smile. “Perfectly healthy.”

“That’s great,” she replied. After telling her goodbye and Jin promising to call her, she walked out of the house. Once he had shut and locked the front door behind her, Jin turned to face you with a small smirk on his face as he leaned up against the door.

“Perfectly healthy huh?” He chuckled.

“Well I am!” You shot back. “I’m just pregnant too.”

“I still can’t believe it,” Jin sighed dreamily and you smiled at how happy he was. “You know we have to tell Kade.”

“You wanna do it now?” You asked him.

“Might as well,” he shrugged before nodding in agreement. He pushed himself off of the door and the two of you walked into the living room, where Kaiden was sat on the couch watching a movie. 

“Hey Chinny,” Jin called and Kaiden looked over at the two of you, smiling widely.

“Hi Mommy, Hi Daddy,” he chirped and you smiled as you and Jin sat down next to him. “Are you ok Mommy?”

“Oh yeah,” you nodded as you set one of your hands in his hair and began to card your fingers through it. “The doctor said that I was ok.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you’re sick,” Kaiden pouted, making you and Jin chuckle.

“The doctor did tell us something really important though and we have to tell you too, ok?” Jin said and Kaiden nodded eagerly as he looked up at his father. “Mommy is going to have a baby.”

“I’m gonna be a brother?” Kaiden asked in awe.

“Yep, a big brother,” you nodded.

“Cool!” He exclaimed loudly.

“You’re happy?” Jin wondered.

“Yeah, I think it’s nice!” Kaiden grinned as he looked back to you. “Can I give you a hug Mommy?”

“You never have to ask Kade,” you told him and you opened your arms, smiling as he crawled into your lap and wrapped his arms around your neck. “But why did you wanna give me a hug?”

“I just feel like I should,” Kaiden replied into your chest and you looked up at Jin, who was watching the two of you loving.

“I can’t wait to add another one to this,” he murmured quietly.

Min Yoongi

“God, I forgot how clingy you get when I’m pregnant,” you giggled, letting your eyes flutter closed as Yoongi pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Bold of you to say that as if I’m not already when it comes to you,” he shot back.

“That’s valid,” you smiled and you heard a sudden knock on your bedroom door, making you turn your head to look in that direction. “Come in Kins.” The door opened then, Kinsley peeking her head in before walking all the way inside. She walked over to the bed, climbing up and crawling to you and Yoongi.

“Hi baby girl,” Yoongi smiled, watching as she snuggled herself in between the two of you.

“Hi,” she whispered before sticking her thumb in her mouth.

“Still tired?” Yoongi asked her and she nodded slowly. You set your hand on the top of her hair, slowly running your fingertips over her scalp.

“Sweetheart, me and Daddy have something to tell you,” you whispered to her and she looked over at you. “Mommy is gonna have a baby.”

“Baby?” She lisped and you nodded.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be a big sister,” Yoongi added and Kinsley nodded, not offering up any more words. “Are you ok with that?” 

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Still sleepy.”

“Go to sleep then Kins,” you chuckled and Kinsley nodded, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to Yoongi’s body. 

“Well, she’s ok with it so that’s good,” Yoongi whispered.

“She might’ve only said that because she was still sleepy,” you pointed out.

“Ok, so maybe we shouldn’t have told her this early.”

“It’s 11am,” you laughed in disbelief. 

“Ugh, you know that she’s gonna be fine with it so how about we join her and go back to bed?” Yoongi suggested as he settled down next to Kinsley and you rolled your eyes playfully before doing the same thing because you did know deep down that Kins was going to be an amazing big sister.

Kim Namjoon

“We have to tell Mase,” Namjoon spoke up suddenly, making you look up at him from where you had been folding laundry.

“Joon, we just found out ourselves a few days ago and I haven’t even had my first doctor’s appointment yet,” you replied. “You really think we should tell him now?”

“I think we should, since we’ve had a few days to digest it ourselves,” he said. “Besides, you know hes gonna notice something new about you and start asking questions.”

“Oh you’re right. God, why did I have to have a son who’s smart like his Daddy?” You smiled softly, making Namjoon smile as well. “Alright, let’s go tell him now.”

“Now?” Namjoon stuttered and you smirked at him. 

“You’re the one who said we should tell him. What better time than now?” You smirked as you grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the bed and pulling him behind you as you walked down the hallway to Mason’s room. When you looked inside, Mason was sitting on the floor, playing with his trains and the train track that came along with it.

“Hey Myungie,” you called and Mason looked up, his lopsided smile on full display.

“Hi Mommy,” he replied. “Wanna play trains with me?”

“Actually, me and Mommy have something that we need to tell you,” Namjoon spoke up as the two of you sat on the floor next to him. You opened your arms and Mason immediately crawled over to you, settling himself in between your open legs.

“Well, I’m gonna have a baby,” You revealed and Mason gasped loudly.

“You’re pretnant?” He questioned and you and Namjoon laughed loudly.

“It’s pronounced pregnant buddy,” Namjoon gently corrected him and Mason nodded. “But yeah, mommy is pregnant.”

“I’m gonna be a hyung,” Mason said excitedly.

“Well, maybe not because we don’t know if the baby is a boy or girl yet,” you told him and he pouted. “You might be an oppa.”

“When can we know?” 

“It’ll be a few months baby.”

“When is the baby gonna be here?” Mason wondered.

“We’re not sure about that either because we have to go to the doctor for him to tell us,” Namjoon said.

“Can I play with it when it comes?” Mason asked.

“Not as soon as it comes because they’ll still be really little and we have to be careful,” you told him seriously and he nodded. “But when they get bigger, of course.”

“Can I,” Mason said as he started on in a rant of asking multiple questions and you looked over at Namjoon, who looked like he was about to go crazy with how much Mason was asking.

“Ok, I think we could’ve waited,” Namjoon muttered, making you laugh and smile. 

Jung Hoseok

“So when should we tell the kids?” Hobi asked you as the two of you moved around the kitchen, finishing up dinner.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me,” you replied as you dished out some kimchi onto Lennox and Berkeley's small plates. “We’re gonna have to tell them eventually so it might as well be tonight.”

“Alright,” Hobi nodded and the two of you finsihed making all of your plates before carrying them out into the dining room and setting them onto the table. 

“Kiddos! Come eat!” Hobi yelled and a few seconds later, you heard two sets of footsteps running down the stairs and into the dining room. After you and Hobi helped them wash their hands first, you all sat down and started to eat dinner.

“Mommy, can I go to uncle Yoongi’s house tomorrow to see Kins?” Berkeley asked and Lennox gasped before you could even respond.

“Ohh, can I go to uncle Joon’s house to see Mason?” Lennox echoed and you laughed at them.

“We’ll call them after dinner and see what they’re doing tomorrow ok?” You told them and they both nodded before turning their attention back to their food. You looked over at Hobi, raising your eyebrows at him and gesturing towards the kids with your head. 

“Uh, kiddos?” Hobi said and they both looked up at him. “Me and Mommy have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Lennox wondered.

“Mommy is going to have another baby,” Hobi revealed and they both automatically looked over at you. 

“We’re gonna have a sister?” Berkeley giggled excitedly, making you smile.

“Well, we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet,” you replied.

“It’s gonna be a boy,” Lennox stated firmly and Berkeley looked over at him.

“It is not! It’s gonna be a girl!”

“But you two are happy though?” Hobi checked and they both nodded.

“Yeah, I just want it to be a girl,” Berkeley said.

“Well, it’s not gonna be a girl, it’s a boy,” Lennox shot back and they both started going back and forth about it. You set your head in your hands, feeling a headache starting to form as you listened to them argue.

“Well, I think that went pretty well,” Hobi smiled, making you chuckle in spite of yourself.

Park Jimin

“Take it slow baby,” Jimin said, setting his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked through the front door of your house.

“I’m not made of glass Jimin-ssi,” you giggled as you pushed the door shut behind you. 

“But you’re still a little weak,” he shot back as he gave you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mommy!” You heard Noah’s voice shout and you looked up to see him running towards you.

“Noey!” You grinned widely as you sunk down onto your knees, opening your arms just in time for him to crash against your chest as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Be careful mini me,” Jimin muttered but you just threw your hand up at him as you hugged Noah close to your body. 

“Oh, my baby,” you muttered, pressing multiple kisses to the side of his head and onto his cheek. “I’m so sorry for scaring you baby.”

“It’s ok Mommy,” he replied as he pulled back to look at you and you tickled his stomach, making him giggle loudly. “Are you ok now?”

“Yeah, I’m all better,” you told him.

“But we have something to tell you mini me,” Jimin spoke up and Noah looked up at him curiously. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.”

“A baby?” Noah wondered as he looked back at you and you nodded.

“That’s why I wasn’t feeling good and had to go to the hospital,” you explained. “You’re gonna have a little brother or sister.”

“Cool!” Noah chirped with a wide smile. “Can I give them cuddles too?”

“Well, it’s gonna be a while before they get here but you can cuddle Mommy’s belly. That’s what I used to do when you were in her belly,” Jimin said.

“Really?” Noah gasped in awe and you looked up at Jimin, the two of you sharing a smile at Noah’s excitement.

Kim Taehyung

“Please can we tell Munchkin jagi?” Taehyung pleaded and you giggled as you looked over at him as the two of you laid in bed together. 

“Tae, don’t you think we should wait a while longer?” You asked, only to see him quickly shake his head. 

“I don’t and didn’t you say that you were worried about how she’d adjust?” He said, waiting as you nodded your head before continuing. “The sooner we tell her, the more we can work with her on it.”

“Hm, alright,” you relented, making him grin widely. 

“Munchkin!” Taehyung shouted and you both listened quietly as a pair of tiny footsteps got closer and closer to your bedroom door. The door then opened slightly, Spencer poking her head in with wide eyes. 

“Come here Spence,” you called as you waved your hand to her and she stepped inside, walking over to the bed and crawling onto it. She moved up the bed, settling herself in between you and Taehyung.

“Daddy called me,” Spencer said and Tae nodded.

“Yeah, I did because me and Mommy have something to tell you,” Taehyung said.

“I’m gonna have a baby,” you told her and Spencer’s eyes widened. 

“A baby?” She murmured. “I’m gonna have a brother, like Berk?”

“Or maybe a sister, like Lennox does,” Taehyung replied. 

“I want a brother,” Spencer shook her head. 

“We can’t really pick Spence,” you laughed. 

“That’s not fair,” she pouted. 

“Kind of,” Taehyung agreed with a smile. “But you’re fine with it? You don’t mind if we have another baby?” 

“No, it’s ok,” Spencer shrugged. “Can you do my hair now Mommy?”

“Yeah Spence, go get your stuff,” you told her and she scrambled down off of the bed before running out of your bedroom. 

“Well, that went as well as can be expected,” you said as you turned to look at Taehyung.

“I think it’ll set in more once she sees you getting bigger,” Taehyung smiled as he reached over and set his hand on your stomach.

Jeon Jungkook

“Ave,” you called, making her look up from her spot in the bathtub where you had been watching her play in the water. “Once you get out of your bath, me and Daddy have something important to tell you.”

“Is it a present?” She wondered and you chuckled softly as you reached over and pushed her wet hair back out of her eyes. 

“Kind of,” you replied and Ava furrowed her eyebrows. You finished helping clean her body and once you rinsed her off, you grabbed a towel and held it open for her, watching as she stood up and you wrapped it around her body before picking her up and setting her on the ground outside of the tub.

“Hey, all done Angel?” Jungkook wondered as he poked his head into the bathroom. 

“Yeah,” Ava chirped as you helped wipe all of the water off her body.

“Did Mommy tell you that we have something to tell you?”

“Yeah,” she repeated and you handed her her underwear and pajama pants, waiting patiently as she put them both on before handing her her pajama top. Once you had run the towel over her hair to catch any excess water, Ava bounded over to Jungkook and he picked her up, setting her on his hip before walking back into your bedroom. You pulled the plug out of the bathroom and watched to make sure the water started to drain before following behind them.

“Tell me Daddy,” you heard Ava plead as you stepped into your bedroom, smiling when you saw that her and Jungkook were cuddling in bed. You walked over and got into the bed as well, laying down on the opposite side of Ava.

“Well now that Mommy’s here, we can tell you,” Jungkook said. He looked over at you and you nodded, giving him silent permission. “Angel, Mommy has a baby in her tummy.”

“Really?” Ava gasped in awe as she looked over at you, her eyes then trailing down to your stomach. “It doesn’t look like it.”

“That’s because the baby is still really tiny,” you told her and she nodded slowly.

“When is it coming?”

“We’re not exactly sure yet,” Jungkook spoke up. “But it’ll be a few months.”

“Are you happy?” You asked and she nodded rapidly.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Can it be my baby?”

“Sure, if you want,” you smiled. “Are you gonna be a good helper for Mommy and Daddy and help us with the baby?”

“Oh, can I?” She gasped and you and Jungkook both nodded in confirmation. Ava continued to ramble about the baby and you looked over her head at Jungkook, who let out a large sigh of relief and you knew that it was because Ava had a good reaction to the news, which made you smile widely.

[preferredrealty]

Escape - A Kian Lawley Imagine

Cabin fever has set in with this lockdown going on so i've written this to distract myself from being cooped up in the house. 

This is my first Kian imagine hope you guys enjoy!

This deleted twice when I tried to edit it so I gave up! I apologise for any spelling mistakes

Masterlist 

 As Always, Feedback is appreciated 💛🌻

- (Y/N) groaned as her phone buzzed constantly on her bedside table, buzzing to the point where it was balancing on the edge when one final vibration sent it over the edge, landing on the plush carpet below. Leaning over the side of the bed she looked at the face time call coming through from Kian. A small smile growing over her face at the goofy face of her best friend. Reaching for the phone she swiped to answer letting her face fall back into her pillow, her hair which she had tied in a bun before bed had come lose and was now sticking up all over. 

The call connected showing Kian sitting behind the driving wheel of a car that (Y/N) quickly realised was JC's jeep, also recognising that the car doors were gone. "Morning beautiful!" He sang making (Y/N) cringe at his energetic behaviour this early in the morning. "Morning Kian." She groaned, standing from her bed, moving at a snail like speed to her kitchen, nodding to her roommate, Abby, who was eatting a bowl of cereal while scroll on her phone. "I'm on my way to your place, be ready. We are going on an adventure." Kian smiled as he kept his eyes on the road. (Y/N) glanced down at her body the vintage denim KNJ WORLDWIDE hoodie hanging like a dress over her thighs, covering the underwear she was wearing beneath. "Boy I haven't even showered yet!" She sighed grabbing a cereal bar. "You showered last night." Kian replied simpily lifting the phone from where it was resting, bringing it closer to his face as he got stuck in traffic. "You'll need to shower again by the time i'm done with you." He smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "You'll need a doctor by the time i'm done with you." (Y/N) snapped back, really not a morning person. "Ohh Kinky!" Kian sang, putting his phone back where it was to keep driving. "I'll be at your place in twenty minutes, dress for a walk but it's warm so I recommend shorts." He grinned before hanging up. 

(Y/N) sighed setting her phone on the counter turning to find Abby smirking. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow taking a bite from her bar. "What?" She asked, chewing as Abby shook her head. "Just fuck him already girl." Abby laughed as (Y/N)'s eyes widened chocking on her bar. It was no secret that Kian and (Y/N) flirted but the fact that she had been friends with him for as long as him and Jc have been friends always put her off taking it further. They had shared a few drunken kisses and even almost hooked up on Kians 21st birthday only to be interupted by Jc bustin into the room screaming that the birthday boy shouldn't leave his own party.

"He's my friend, that's it." (Y/N) groaned as a text came through. iMessage from Kiwi: Bring a swimming suit too! See you soon x With a sigh (Y/N) walked back into her room, staring at the bush on top of her head before reaching for her brush preparing to tackle the mess.

-

Fifteen minutes later (Y/N) had her hair in a messy bun, a pair of light wash mom shorts on with Kian's tie-dye shirt that said Whatever on it tucked into her shorts. She pulled on her white high top converse on as she sat in the middle of her bed, sighing as she stared at the laces. "I hate you..but I love you." She whispered glaring at them to be interuppted by Kians laugh filling the room. "Damn, poor shoes." He smiled, sat on the bed with his back to (Y/N) pulling her leg onto his lap, tying her lace before patting her calf, genturing for the other foot. 

Smiling she swapped her feet over reaching forward to rest her chin on kians shoulder. "Thanks." She grinned as he finished typing a perfect bow, standing up to hold his hands out helping (Y/N) stand. "Got your stuff ready?" Kian asked genturing to the familiar black XPLR backpack on the floor next to her door. "Yup, ready to go." She popped the 'p' in 'yup' As Kian grabbed the back pack making (Y/N) smirk sending a sneaky snapchat to Colby, saying that Kian was a die hard fan.

"See you later Abby!" (Y/N) yelled as she walked out the door, following Kian to Jc's jeep. "So my bestie, where you taking me today?" (Y/N) smiled, climbing into the jeep, loving it when the doors were off. Climbing in Kian set (Y/N)'s backpack on the floor in the back next to his own before turning to start the car. "I found a awesome swimming hole in a forest out of the city, I wanted to show you it." He backed out of his parking space, hand resting on the back of (Y/N)'s seat as he reversed. Reaching for the Aux cord (Y/N) plugged her phone in, a grin spreading as she searched through her playlist for the perfect song.

-

Thirty minutes into their drive they were out of the city driving around a practically empty road, the sky a pink and purple mix as the day began. Kian was smiling at (Y/N) as she sang along to each song that came on, out of habit somewhere along the way Kians hand had rested on her thigh, only leaving to shift gears and going straight back to its spot. The leg with kians hand on it rested on the seat while her other one sat on the dashboard, she had kindly put a hoodie under it not wanting to damage Jc's baby.

"Awgh!" Hearing (Y/N) make that noise Kians head shot to face her seeing her pouting at her phone. "(Y/N)? You okay?" He asked making her look up with a grin. "I just forgot about this song!" She smiled pressing on it. As 'Classic' by MKTO came from the speakers Kian smiled leaning his head back on his head rest as he kept his eyes on the road listening to (Y/N) sing along.  Her head lazily bobbing along to the beat. As she got more into the song she turned to Kian singing in his direction.

"Oh come on Kian! You remember the words!" She teased. With a hearty laugh Kian grinned singing along with her, his thumb now stroaking her thigh. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as they pulled off onto a dirt road leading into a forest. "Oh my god..this is it, you're finally going to murder me!" She cried causing Kian the laugh and nod. "Yup, nobody can hear you scream out here." He wink, his eyes going back to the road missing the red blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, taking his statement a different way.

The song changed to a more soft acustic song (Y/N) didn't know as they drove along the dirt road, (Y/N) looked up watching the sun break through the trees as she relaxed into her seat, one hand out of the jeep weaving through the wind, the other tracing Kians fingers on her thigh. 

- 

Kian came to a stop in a small parking area that was over grown with shrubs and flowers making (Y/N) raise an eyebrow. "I think the forest park decided that this trail was too far out to maintain so they just let it go." Kian expained as he unbuckled his belt, handing (Y/N) her back pack before grabbing his own. (Y/N) got out of the jeep, walking next to Kian as he started down a trail that had clearly been left un-touched for a while. Kian lead the way, helping (Y/N) over fallen logs, holding branches out of her way and warning her about dips in the path as they went. 

(Y/N) looked around, her eyes taking in the wild surrounding as she turned to look up at Kian. "How'd you find this place Kian?" She asked in a low voice, not wanting to distub the quietness. Kian poursed his lips kicking a twig as he thought out his words. "I got lost in my head one day, fighting with myself, telling myself I was failing at YouTube, I wasn't..attractive enough, I wasn't smart enough, just a bad day. So I decided to drive to focus on something else when I came across the dirt road and just started walking when I found the path, now this place is my escape...and I wanted my favourite person to share it with me." He smiled as he stopped at what looked like a dead end. Turning to a over grown tree he lifting a few lower branches revealing a swimming hole with a waterfall flowing into it. 

(Y/N) gasped walking through the gap her eyes taking in the sight before her. The swimming hole was a perfect circle, one side more shallow than the other, the waterfall seemed to fall perfectly in the centre from a small cliff-like ledge, the trees around the area stood tall but a gap aloud a large ray of sunlight the beam through giving a warm glow to the area. "Kian this is beautiful!" She grinned as Kian stepped up next to her, "It is." He nodded looking around  before point at a large rock that was off to the side of the water. "You can change behind there he smiled, pulling his shirt off, already in his swimming trunks. Running off quickly (Y/N) started to get changed into her Retro styple navey and white striped bikini. Kian had already walked waist deep into the water, his fingers waving through the water as he heard a soft splashing behind him he turned to see (Y/N) taking small steps into the water, her messy bun now gone, her hair cascading down her back. Holding out his hand Kian grinned at her as the walked deeper, the water hit (Y/N)'s chin as it barely touched Kians shoulders making him laugh at her. (Y/N) smirked up at him, grabbing his shoulders, dunking him under the water, squealing as Kian tired to grab her waist to pull her under with him. (Y/N) broke free from his grip swimming towards the waterfall.

She turned around, hand and feet treading the water to keep her afloat looking for Kian not seeing him anywhere. The waterfall causing bubbles under the water so she couldn't see a few feet around her. "Kian?" She called out, feeling a bit worried he hadn't come up yet. "Kia-"A scream ripped from her as her ankle was grabbed pulling her under the water. 

Her eyes stung for a second as she opened them under the water, the beam of sunlight making the water as clear as the air above it, she came face to face with Kians grinning face making her shake her head before swimming back to the surface Kian following. 

"Jackass." She muttered as he broke the water making him laugh, hands gripping her waist, pulling her legs to wrap around his hips. Kian kicked his legs keeping them both floating as he just enjoyed (Y/N)'s presence, her mind clearly occupied by looking around the forest. Kian took the time to take in all her features, the smile that stopped his heart, the nose that scruched when he told a bad joke, the cheeks he cant stop himself from kissing when he's in a drunken haze. He bit his lip as her eyes met his, her eye lashes dripping water, making them look longer and fuller, making her eyes look bigger. 

(Y/N)'s head tilted to the side as she looked at Kian, a blush on her cheeks from his intense stare. "What's the matter?" She asked, taking one of her hands off his shoulders to push his hair back out of his face. "Nothing...I'm just in love with you." Kian smiled as (Y/N)'s face turned to shock, the hand in his hair gripping a few strands. "I'm in love with you (Y/N)." He whispered nudging his nose against hers. "I think I always have been." He finished pushing his lips against her, unable to contain the noise of satisfaction from escaping as she moved her lips back against his. Her hand gripping tighter as Kians hands moved to grip her thighs. 

Pulling back (Y/N) giggled pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaning her forehead against his. "I love you too." She grinned as Kian pulled her back into another kiss, getting lost in their own little world.

[rcris123]

He thought of Arthur sucking that man off.

He thought of Arthur; how he pinned that outlaw down on the bed. He remembered that look Arthur gave: long, thin strands of auburn hair drawn messily over his face, eyes glossed over, gaze sweet, awed and that mouth let to hang open. Those lips of his, square, yet full when he don’t purse them in a thin line, were quite the sight; in part ‘cause he ain’t seen someone with a mouth that damn pretty, the rest ‘cause it made Sebastian want to shove his cock down it.

But now Sebastian’s lips are ‘round someone else’s girth; he ain’t all that careful, man was moaning hard enough to sound satisfied. For 20$ that’s all he’s getting.

He kept thinking of Arthur. Underneath him. Or above him. It didn’t matter. It felt raw; the way rough and tender Arthur kissed and bitt his neck while Sebastian was still grabbing him by the collar. He wanted that; ‘cause it ain’t making him feel hollow. A body ain’t ever meant much; somehow back then it did.

It was always physical with him; he grabbed Arthur, pulled Arthur, dragged Arthur in – and Arthur pulled him out, touched his wounds... And Arthur fucked him; did it with charm, lifted him up against the wall like he was barely some bag of groceries-

The client cummed in his mouth; Sebastian swallows and pulls away. He’s hard, pants tight; not for this feller thou.

“Ohh—I wish my wife blew like that.” The man was a mess on the bed.

“What a shame...” Sebastian smiles as courtesy.

“Oh, she’s bland, mister. Plainest. But Pop said I gotta take a wife.” Man drags his pants up. “But she’s a nice woman. Wants kids.”

“Mhm...”

He sits up, tone overly sweet: “You ain’t plain, mister.”

Sebastian chuckles: “Don’t get over your head.”

“No no...” He sounded disappointed. “Is just, ye’r pretty. Handsome.”

“Get outta here.” He tries hard to play the flirty banter game, but it ain’t coming out quite as it should.

Why would it matter if Arthur thought he’s handsome...

An odd thought. He lets the man go downstairs first, before he climbs down himself-

“Arthur?...” The cock’s still hard between his legs and it twitches at the thought.

“He got Jack-” Isaac rushes at him; Sebastian pulls away.

Who?

“Valentini.” Arthur completes the sentence. “Valentini got Jack.” That man never sounded as angry.

Sebastian’s face changes to what must be a terrifying grimace, ‘cause Isaac slips away.

“Would you tell me where he lives.”

“You won’t go there.” Sebastian cuts him, harsh. The wounds Stefano gave him were gentle, and the man owns the city.

“Dutch’ll go. And John.” Arthur insisted. “But I need to know-”

“Flavian Street; the big mansion, opposite the park.” And just as Arthur was to pull away, he grabs him by the collar spins him round. “Don’t you get involved in this, you hear- Don’t you dare.”

He knows both Arthur and Isaac at this point and if any of ‘em get involved, either dragged by Dutch or something else Sebastian fears he ain’t gonna see the end of this. Or maybe he will, but not as himself and he ain’t knowing what’s scarier: dying or losing the chance of being someone again.

“And what will you do...” Arthur’s got his own concerns and the 4 other people in the saloon at this time stop to watch.

“Hopefully, my best.” A lie. The thoughts cooking up in his head are all but possibly the worst idea he’s had.

He lets go, but Arthur doesn’t. There’s words behind those lips, but they’re sealed shut so tight he thinks they ain’t ever gonna see the light of day. And somehow, he has a hunch as to what the man wanted to say, and that’s ‘cause they just got up on their feet, and for one day it almost felt hopeful. But fate ain’t about to give Sebastian that. And he dragged this man and his son along with it.

“I’ll make sure you get the boy back.” Sebastian had to say something to break this tension; cock’s gone flacid in the meantime, and still the way Arthur gripped him threatened to have gotten it hard again if the situation were any different. “I’ll see you back at camp.”

And he wished those words were true; the smile was practiced.

 “Why are you here?” One of Stefano’s men almost pointed a gun at him. “Thought you said no.”

“Changed my mind.”

“And you think it works that way.”

Sebastian looks up: there he was, Stefano sitting on the upstairs balcony with what looked like a glass of expensive wine tipped between fingers. Man raises the glass and even though he can’t see that far Sebastian knows he’s grinning, just before he shouts:

“Let him in!”

And in he’s let, then escorted upstairs to Stefano.

“Lucian is right. Why are you here, Sebastian?” The wine is twirled inside the glass before a sip is taken.

“I have a request.” Heart drummed in his chest.

The gulp is audible: “Oh?” Glass is set down. “And what would that be?”

“Erase someone’s bounty.”

Stefano chuckles: “I’m not the government.” And he spares a glance for Sebastian, eyeing him up and down, then returns to admiring the view: “But I can pull some strings.” And then the man sits up: “Just one question, dear old Sebastian. Why? Is it for the same reason that man and his son stood in when I came to see you. I hope you’re aware you’re a terrible liar.”

Sebastian simply had his lips pressed together and his chest out trying not to breathe too loudly or to simply break out in a fit of rage.

“But I’m still curious, what’s it about that outlaw that makes him attractive. I know he runs with Van der Linde. Yes, I have one of those sheep-fucker’s offspring. They came ‘round and asked. You sent them here didn’t you?” Stefano puffs with a grin, presses two fingers to his lips, taps and pins Sebastian, the quiet, stiff, unshaken Sebastian, with another gaze: “But I have to say, this is quite entertaining. You came begging to me. Or well as close to begging as those sealed lips of yours will come to.”

Stefano passes by him, purposefully on the right side so he can tap the shoulder he so much loves to brutalize.

“I’ll play your little game, Sebastian. I’ll look into your little cowboy friend.” And the man draws away, returning to his office, but not before: “Oh, and you’re free to try and escape, but I think you’re smart enough to know you won’t exactly be going out anymore. So make yourself at home, darling.”

 It’s not home, but he lit a cigarette in the middle of the downstairs living, lounged on the couch like he owned the place. Was there mud on his boots? He doesn’t care, they’re on the cushions.

Small steps trot in; Sebastian huffs out the smoke he held in his chest to look over the back of the sofa:

“Sebastian?”

He smiles.

“Hi there, Jack.”

“You came to stay with Papa Valentini too.”

Don’t call him that...

A quick draw of the cigarette: “Yeah...” but he’ll avoid that question: “How’s your reading these days, Jack?”

“Uhhhh...” the kid rolls his eyes back, then they dart across the room: “Will you tell Momma and Uncle Hosea that I don’t like reading? ‘cause I don’t.”

“Isaac likes reading.” Sebastian insists, standing up and coming closer; and by God Isaac tried to make the kid read, told him everything of the Knights of the Round Table. King Arthur, huh?

“Isaac’s different.” Jack pouts. “Isaac’s old.”

“He’s still just a kid.”

“No, he’s not.”

“He still plays with you, doesn’t he?”

“He does...” Jack muses. “But he’s always away. He’s busy with Uncle Arthur and Uncle Dutch. And Papa.” Well John was hardly the parent, but Sebastian knows he loved his son and could bet that the moment he got taken away he raised Hell. That’s a parent’s love.

Sebastian crinkles his nose: “Say, would you like to play with me? We’re gonna surprise Momma with how smart you’ve become, what you say?”

“Yeah!”

 One hour. Two. Three. It gets dark and there keeps being a shiver up his spine and down his arms as if he’s cold, but the air is hot and muggy like it’s always been in St. Denis.

Stefano moved in to sit across from them, legs crossed, gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. And Sebastian stiffened, Jack noticed, ‘cause he clutched him harder, while trying to teach him the animals.

Lucian came in at one point: “Signor Valenitni? Dutch van der Linde is back.”

“Oh, perfect.”

Jack perked up: “Uncle Dutch!?”

Stefano opens the door and the kid runs out like a dog on the hunt. Sebastian can only watch from inside; he doesn’t want to make it worse for Arthur- and there he was, Isaac in tow. So Stefano asked them for something-

He overhears the conversation:

“Signor Van der Linde, would you by any chance be interested in a social meeting with the upstanding citizens for this city?” He eyes Arthur, even if the man stood ways away, still in the saddle. John had the child in his arms, head pressed to the chest.

And with that Sebastian smells a trap.

That Dutch fell face first into: “O’course.”

They leave; Sebastian’s left alone with Stefano; a pang hollows his guts and a shiver runs up his spine.

Stefano lets Lucian close the door behind him: “I’m really curious to see what your little cowboy does at the ball when he sees you~”

A deep breath in to gather courage: “Then wait and see.”

“Oh, seems you’ve gotten cocky?”

“I do bite.”

Stefano hums almost as if aroused: “I’d love to see that, darling.”

 He never penetrated Stefano, or have it the other way around, but the man fucked Sebastian in more ways; other ways. The downstairs bedroom with the red sheets, always stained and smelling of blood; his blood. Man was sick, always asking the same thing: half dressed, cutting himself up, moaning in pain, because it got him hard. And he saw Stefano come completely undone in those days ‘till that party.

It might have looked like the work of a doctor, precise and clean: a long line stretched down the middle of his chest, above the bone and only the bone, with the purpose of drawing blood and looking pretty. It fucking hurt. He bent on his elbows shuddering, while Stefano pleased himself, snapping shots to the wet sound of masturbation. Sebastian hated it. Other times it was bearable ‘cause he got to get away. Now he’s here; no escaping. Yet. And Stefano strung him up, tied his feet, bound his hands, stabbed his shoulder, bruised his knuckles, his knees, his face, cut his lips, his temples.

He went numb; jaw, limbs trembling without even wanting to, vision blurring, head emptying and his self feeling entirely detached from the body just so he couldn’t feel it anymore.

But he thought, all those endless hours he thought of a way to get the fuck out of this place. There’s going to be a party and Stefano’s gonna get him there just to entertain some sick idea of a tragedy like he was some British Monarch. And Stefano sure as hell ain’t Shakespeare so Sebastian could be his Romeo or Macbeth.

He’s gonna get out. He thought of it long and hard and it had to work.

 He was still bruised when Stefano handed him the suit he was to wear; a top hat as well to hide the marks on his face. But it wouldn’t matter much. Lucian ain’t seen when Sebastian slipped a knife underneath the seam of his pants, that he then dangled loosely by a string attached to the suspenders. It grazed his leg, but he didn’t care. Jaw was clenched from all other pains; some more cuts ain’t mattering.

And in one more sloppy act Stefano left his precious camera idle and Sebastian free for barely a moment-

Sebastian was brought to the balcony at the Mayor’s house, along with other friends of his that he only spoke in Italian with. Sebastian didn’t understand much, but whenever one of them or ever Stefano for that matter tried to talk English to him he would reply in Spanish. He was brought up American but his Daddy taught him his mother tongue.

“Ah, there they are, the angry cowboys~” Stefano was most pleased with himself. It hurt biting that lip like he did but he couldn’t look at Arthur’s expression as he came onto the balcony.

Still he looked; the confusion, the betrayed, the heartache, then the flame that lit up when the man pursed his lips. Dutch only spared Sebastian a distrustful look before going on to converse with Dutch.

It’s small steps: from Arthur, from Sebastian. Arthur lights a cigar, lips wrapped around the girth while hands look for a light. The hat probably hid his face well enough that it’s only now, more upclose that Arthur finally notices the cuts and bruises, and his features slack then draw together even angrier.

Sebastian puts a hand on his free wrist- don’t he do anything rash.

But it ain’t seeming like Arthur was intending to. Instead he fumed in silence watching Stefano introduce the profiles of the St. Denis high society: the Mayor, Alberto Fussar, Evelyn Miller, Rains Fall. The way Stefano talked, as if he owned the universe of this city had even Dutch speechless, features slacked, offended.

“Maybe one day you’ll kill him for me-”

“We ain’t paid killers as such...”

“Oh, I am sorry-” Stefano wasn’t as openly amused now; the dark grin slipped in. “But you do need money don’t you.”

Arthur drew in a sharp breath.

“Yes.” Dutch said.

“It’s a setup...” Arthur said it on a sigh, a whisper, to Sebastian. And he wanted to say more but lips fell shut.

“You didn’t hear it from me but there’s plenty cash at the trolley station.” Stefano keeping musing to Dutch, drawing him in. “But do enjoy your party, fine gentlemen.”

Stefano draws closer in to the pair of them, arranging his gloves as if they slipped- Sebastian lets go, leaning in for barely a moment:

“Me encargaré de esto.” He knew Arthur didn’t understand a thing, but he’s hoping that’s enough to put the man’s mind a bit at ease

“Arthur!” Dutch beacons, and Arthur follows diligently downstairs, one more stolen look.

He’s sore when moving so he doesn’t do much of it; he’s waiting for the fireworks. For now he watches Arthur from the balcony, he slips into the crowd, to gather information, same as Dutch, Hosea and that Bill.

And there’s the fireworks. A glance at Stefano, before Sebastian heads down the stairs

“Sebastian.” The man’s voice is stern, scolding, maybe even frightening.

Something compels him to smile and pretend he didn’t understand: “¿Perdóneme?” And he keeps descending, step rigorous.

It’s loud and crowded; Stefano comes after him himself, fists clenched. That camera he pocketed is taken out right when he knew that the man’ll see it, walking towards the dock, where the crowd’s thinned. He hears Stefano calling him out, walking harsher.

As much as his torn body lets him Sebastian jumps in the boat docked there, untied the rope, but doesn’t depart yet, until he’s sure Stefano’s one foot away. Camera is dangled above the water.

“You think that’s a threat? I can always get a new one-”

Oops. Sebastian drops it, and it sinks to the depths of the lake.

“You seem pretty threatened.” Stefano puffs his chest out, jaw clenched. “Come on in.”

“Sebastian-” Teeth clatter onto each other and Stefano jumps on the boat.

With all the strength he has Sebastian pushes the boat off the shore and starts rowing. Stefano falls down, from the sound of it like it’ll leave a bruise. But he ain’t caring. No he ain’t caring at all. Sebastian keeps rowing as hard as he can. One short glance at the people of the party: they ain’t looking.

One hand slides under his pants to grab the knife, just as Stefano, bare handed and filled with rage stumbles up and forwards to strangle him. Sebastian’s numb to the pain, to the fact that he sliced up his own thigh lifting the weapon.

It’s swift, harsh, filled with hate. One short grunt from him.

Blade sticks clean into the skull, poking right underneath the jaw. Stefano goes numb with barely a wheeze. Eyes stare blankly forward as the body slumps on top of him.

Sebastian can breathe again; shakes the hands that pinned him off himself, blood gushes onto him, onto the boat. It’s warm and tastes like fucking revenge; it’s sweet and salty like expensive caramels. Rows are take back into his arms and keeps on traversing the lake. The throbbing of his torn thigh starting at last to sting. The fireworks die down not long after.

Body’s thrown in the swamp.

And Sebastian should row back to the mansion. Maybe he can still meet up with Arthur... and the rest-

That’s the shore there. Not much further to row-

He can’t walk. He can’t get out of the boat; falls face first in the mud just by the side of the road.

A coach stops. He recognizes those voices. Ah... here’s hoping...

[soft-femagines]

For the match ups, I'm 20, femme (but bi, so no preference for a girl or boy), and I love making art! I also love cooking, memes, and cuddling. I've been told I rapidly alternate from being the smart friend and the dumbass friend. I've also been told I'm a terrible singer and dancer. I can't flirt, instead I make self-deprecating jokes. I'd really appreciate it if you told me which fe character would put up with my bs. Thanks for your time!

You’re quite welcome! I match you with...

Claude von Regan!

•Catch the two of you racing in Walmart shopping carts at 3:00 in the morning, knocking over every damn display in the store. Laughs are had, bones are broken, memories are made and- ohh god it’s the manager, run rUN-

•Having to explain to the doctor exactly HOW you broke your arm was definitely worth it

•Everytime the two of you go somewhere, you end up setting something on fire. You’re both smart enough to pull it off every time no matter the circumstance, yet simultaneously too dumb to NOT do it

•Claude is an awful singer too, yet he does it anyway, all the time. Sing-offs between you two are truly something, the last time you had one, Professor Byleth heard and nearly bludgeoned you two to death with a textbook

•He finds smooth ways to turn your self deprecating jokes into pickup lines-

*points at dead enemy* “God I wish that were me”

Claude: “Me too, I’d like to see you laying underneath me” (I’m so sorry)

[wannawrite]

Taiwan’s Treasure

• who?: Wanna One's Lai Guanlin • genre: 🌸 • type: bullet point

• flower boy! AU

• there’s this really cute Taiwanese flower boy who keeps changing his flower crown every few days

the 'our two lips' flower boys LDH PJH PWJ KJH IYM blog navigator. second last instalment for this month and I hope you guys enjoyed this series!! Thank you!! also, trying to gender neutralise my works a bit more but i'm sorry if i make mistakes!! - Admin L

• you have lived in the same neighbourhood for as long as you could remember so you recognise everyone • when a moving truck stops to the empty house next to your own - the previous neighbours immigrated - you're mildly excited for new people • since all your neighbours are nice senior couples and good-hearted grandmothers who feed you and your brother really often bc you two are the only teenagers in this place • your brother is still a young child must protect • anyway, you have school the day they're moving in and you don't get a chance to spy them out 

• your chauffeur - Jisung, who is pretty much an annoying older brother to you but you love him - comes to pick you and your brother from school • just as your car approaches, you spy a young woman getting out of the car, beaming • she's very well-dressed #lairich and pretty • there seems to be someone else still sitting in the car they arrived in but you can't exactly make out who it is • your car is parked in the driveway and the gates are closing before you know it • "wow, it's interesting to have new neighbours again...." your younger brother pipes up • agreed • you don't see your neighbours for a good two days • until one day, you're walking back from school by yourself • since your brother got sick during school hours and was rushed to the hospital where your dad was • you hear sounds of a basketball even through your loud music • it must be your new neighbour • the house seems deserted and even the cars are out • might as well go and introduce myself • there's a teenage boy playing basketball by himself in a big ass driveway, his main gate is ajar so you slip in • "hello!" • he is stunned and nearly drops the basketball, he fumbles to collect it for a while • you take that time to observe him • d a m n • a visual • "um...hi" he replies shyly before clearing his throat, "Sorry, my Korean isn't good." • uh no way you genuinely thought he was a native speaker from those words • but since you're nice you try to speak simple, basic words • "oh! welcome to the neighbourhood! where are you from? my name is Y/N, I live next door." then you blush because you realise you just bombarded him with a ton of words • "i'm sorry!" you apologise, blushing • he laughs it off, "i-it's fine. i'm from Taiwan and m-my name is Guanlin" • perks of attending C9 International Academy, you know a tad bit of Chinese and you manage to communicate with him a little • unfortunately, that's the only time you have a proper conversation with him • the rest of the time, you're leaving for school just as he wakes up and you come back while he's still at Cube International Private • guanrich • you see him venturing out early in the mornings when you are doing your morning stretches • secretly, you're spying on him from his room window • two of you never get a chance to talk • the time his family invited yours over for dinner, you had prefect camp in school and had to miss out • your friends wouldn't stop joking about your bummed out face for the entire two days • "ahh, Y/N is mad because she missed out on the chance to meet a rich, handsome, foreign cutie!" • "don't joke so much Cheng Xiao, here, a lot of the students are rich, pretty and foreign too" • your best friend clicked her tongue while smirking, "oh, he's different" • it's safe to say that camp was the least enjoyable • to make matters worse, all your brother did was rave about 'Guanlin ge' • confused, you asked him why he didn't call Guanlin 'hyung' • "he told me we're close enough to call him brother in his mother language!" • ge, 哥, is older brother in Chinese • apparently, Guanlin played basketball with him late into the night and even managed to convince your strict parents to allow him to stay up late • they both played into the night under the watchful eye of Jisung who wasn't sure if he was a chauffeur or your servant • he loved you guys like siblings though • ANYWAY • Guanlin seemed to be running off early in the mornings as soon as the summer started and you weren't sure why • in the evenings, he came home looking flustered and exhausted • you found out the reason for his weird schedule a few days later • when your friends invited you to head out cafe hopping • the first stop: our two lips • an aegyo a day keeps the doctor away • but if it's too much you might need to see the doctor • Park Jihoon needs a surgeon ASAP • but another reason you decided to go there is because your cousin, Bae Jinyoung got hired to be a flower boy and you want to collect pictorial evidence of him to make memes out of and embarrass the hell out of him at the next family gathering • you're texting your friends and Xiyeon and Cheng Xiao tell you they're going to be late and for you to go ahead • shock is written all over your face when a familiar, handsome neighbour greets you • "y/n...." your name tumbles from his velvety lips in a raspy tone, as if he can't believe you're standing there either • your mouth forms a small 'o' and you two are standing there just gazing at each other for a while • he is mesmerising • Guanlin clears his throat and awkwardly offers to show you to a table • god that was so rude of me • you fiddle with your Kate Spade cross body along the way, feeling mildly self-conscious • he's so nervous he messes up his Korean and has to repeat his sentence three times • he has gotten a lot better though! • you feel super proud • "your skill is improving! that's good! you must have worked hard, what a genius!" you praised, awed by his smartness • Guanlin smiles bashfully as his face grows hot. he rubs the back of his neck in shame. "Ahh, no. I didn't even sign up for this job willingly. Seonho tricked me into thinking it was a cupcake eating competition" • you burst out laughing until your stomach hurt from all the giggles • "aww! next time, you can ask me if you need help with anything." • he nodded and dutifully took your order before whizzing off • Guanlin is the one who works hard but also plays hard while on the job. he is also the kind who brightens his hyung's bad days and sometimes falls victim to their pranks • the next time Guanlin visits your table to drop off your tea, you notice his flower crown is different from the rest of the boys • again, his face goes red and you nearly squeal at how adorable he looks • "ohh, these are plum blossoms, the national flowers of Taiwan. Uh, my mum felt like being extra and I guess my aunt almost went overboard," he said, revealing the whole story • you beamed, adoring the cute story. "it's unique and cute, just like you!" you blurted out • "whoops! sorry, I didn't mean too!" • Lin Lin goes even redder and clamps his mouth shut • instead, he plucks his own flower crown off and settles it on your head before smiling and walking off • FREAKING OUT • you can't remember what it felt like to have a normally paced heartbeat anymore • brhidhsksjdn • his flower crown is definitely the prettiest and it's made out of real flowers! • damn someone give his aunt a raise pls • Cheng Xiao and Xiyeon waltz in • they were secretly watching the exchange between you and your crush from across the road through the lens of binoculars • how supportive • Xiyeon can't stop smirking at your blushing cheeks • "hey, stop that," you whine, covering your face • when Cheng Xiao's latte arrives, her latte art is a super cute writing of sheep [ go support Yixing ] in Korean • with a bit of listening in to the fellow flower boys, it's Guanlin's way of revising his Korean writing • it's the cutest latte art you've seen • also, it reflects his hard-working personality and willingness to learn • "oooh, I really wonder whose flower crown this is...." Xiyeon muses, sipping her tea • your blush worsens and you slump in silence, almost in defeat • "okay, okay. I like him? So what?" you burst out, but only loud enough for your friends to hear • at least you thought so.... • across the room, a particular Taiwanese boy is struggling to keep his cool • Y/N likes someone else, just accept that! • it's probably that Bae Jinyoung • you don't know but Guanlin has a crush on you • ever since you introduced yourself whilst he was playing basketball • he saw you a couple times at friendly basketball matches against C9 • you were always hanging around the captain of your team, Bae Jinyoung so Guanlin assumed he was your boyfriend • but Baejin is your COUSIN • pls don't date your cousins guys it's illegal • his mood is definitely dampened after he hears your confession, his heart has sunk to the bottom of the ocean • of course not, why would Y/N like a foreigner? We can't even communicate properly! • Guanlin was trying his best to be attentive in Korean class so that he could hold a proper conversation with you someday • the G in Guanlin is for genius • much to your dismay, Guanlin didn't try to talk to you anymore but you figured he just got shy around your friends • he has no reason to be shy around his neighbour • 'Neighbour' is all I would ever be...... • eventually, you leave but not without returning his special flower crown, fixing it securely on his head and complimenting it once more, which causes him to blush furiously • sigh...that's the last glance of flower boy Guanlin you get • until....... • a couple of days later, you're exiting your gate, out on your mid-morning run when Guanlin's mother calls your name from her front door • you greet her with a huge smile, winning her heart over completely • Gosh, I hope Guanlin stops crying over Y/N and talks to them instead, they're so sweet • "Y/N darling, if it isn't too much trouble, could you drop by Guanlin's work and give this to him on my behalf? You are a sweetheart." • you can't exactly say no to your nice neighbour future mother-in-law • Mrs Lai feeds you and your brother all the time ??? She sends Taiwanese snacks all the time and your heart just melts • especially when she mentions her children helped her to make them • baking with Guanlin • NEXT • so, tentatively, you find yourself stepping into the cafe again. clad in your workout attire and all • Nike sponsored your outfit so you look chic and hot asf • 😍😍😍 • Guanlin when he saw you ^ • then he remembers Baejin and he's like 'oh' then sighs, 'i can't flirt with someone who is taken. that is just rude' • he watches from behind the counter as you talk to Ong Seongwoo, casually admiring how pretty you look • like literally, who can look that good after exercising? your skin is glowing, your eyes are happy, there's some sort of sun-kissed gleam about you that lights up his entire face • "hey, Lin Lin!" Ong yells "y/n is here for you!" • Ha Sungwoon, who is ushering the last few customers out before they close for a lunch break, does a 360 spin when he hears the telltale clatter of a metal tiffin • Guanlin takes the tiffin from you, mumbling a 'thank you' • his fingers brush against yours and sparks shoot through his entire body, making his eyes widen and he nearly loses grip on the entire thing • please don't waste food • "Jinyoung!" you beam, running over to hug your cousin affectionately but not before making sure Guanlin made it safely to their break room with the food • Guanlin's emotions are conflicted. he is confused why you act so nice to him when you already have a boyfriend. yes, there is such a thing as being friends but he can't handle his feelings for you. he lets out a frustrated groan just as you and Baejin enter the break room • "y/n, did you eat? you should join us for lunch," Park Jihoon pipes up, looking hopefully at you with his doe-like eyes. • before you can nod, Ong stands up and announces there's a shortage of chairs so there's a scramble to find one for you • whoosh! suddenly you and Guanlin are left alone • today, he has some sort of rose pinned to his shirt pocket in place of his flower crown • "it's very pretty, just like you," you babble out without thinking. um deja vu much? you might as well just throw caution to the wind and straight out flirt with him now • outside, your cousin is struggling to hold in his laughter while recording blackmail • Guanlin just shrugs, pretending to busy himself with unloading the tiffin tiers while he tries to suppress his rising emotions • where are my hyungs? • "oh my gosh! this smells amazing! what is it? your mother must be a great cook," you praise, but restrain yourself from digging in without the others • "it's traditional Taiwanese food. my mum makes only the best," Guanlin says proudly • "i should try to learn some from your mum. that way, we can make it whenever you come over!" • "......" Guanlin is speechless and the image of you cooking and learning how to make his traditional mother land dishes makes him soft!!! • "i mean, with your sister! and, and your parents, of course!" you continue • there's an awkward pause before you start talking again, "has anyone requested for you to feed them as fanservice?" • Guanlin cringes and shakes his head. "thank God but Woojin hyung did get asked once and I think I still have a video of it on my phone." • Woojin's shame and annoyance is pretty much radiating off him right now • with a burst! of confidence, you scoop up a spoonful of rice and lets it hover near your lips • "would you like me to feed you?" • EW NO I AM SO CRINGEY PLS LET ME LIVE I AM SORRY I AM SO SORRY SWEETIE • Lin Lin is so stunned his mouth drops open and heat creeps up the back of his neck. he doesn't know how to tell you that your action reminds him of the wedding tradition where the bride has to prepare glutinous rice balls for the groom • okay Guan we get that you have a crush on y/n but maRRIAGE IS TOO SOON STOP YOU ARE A CHILD IM YELLING • maybe it's a thing you do to your friends all the time but to Lin Lin, he's only ever been fed by his family or really close friends... never his CRUSH • he isn't going to complain about being fed though we all know he loves food • fksodhjds his feelings are all over the place now • "why do you act like this when you already have a boyfriend?" • um what? run that by me again? • Guanlin spends excessive time on chewing so as to avoid answering your questions • "oh...you know, Bae Jinyoung? The captain of C9's basketball team? Also the guy you were hugging two seconds ago?" he retorts, face falling in realisation that you probably had to admit and confirm your relationship • contrary to his expectation, you burst out laughing and so does Baejin and Jaehwan • "guANLIN! BAEJIN IS MY COUSIN!" • flsjskdjsksdj he has never gone so red in his entire life • only you have that effect on him ;) • "s-so...you're single?" guanlin stammers out ruefully • boldly, you press a quick kiss to his cheek • "yes, very" • "c-can...w-will you go o-out" • someone save him he's switching between English, Chinese and Korean in one sentence • "yes." • relief just washes over his face and his hyungs burst back into the room • "wow! it took us fifteen minutes to find one chair! this place has terrible storage!" • you turn to Guanlin and poke his cheek gently • "yah, wipe that smug smile off your face. if you were a flower, you would be white calla lily" • he quirks an eyebrow, "innocence and purity?" • cue hyungs cackling • "yeah! your next flower crown should be made out of those!" • the next week, he comes to work with one commissioned by his aunt • but he refuses to leave for work until he has stopped by your place to give you a matching one • you get his aunt's phone number and surprises him with a flower crown of butterly orchids - another flower native to Taiwan • he straight up faints out of happiness and collects the flower crowns you make instead of utilising them • his precious • "y/n, you're really feeding my flower boy reputation" ( deja vu ) • Guanlin gifts you Dior's Miss Dior - Blooming Bouquet out of nowhere bc he can and he wants to show his appreciation and kinda feels bad you spent not your money but your time slaving over learning to cook and make flower crowns • then again....guanrich but not everything is about money • at the end of it all, he's still the same flower boy Lin Lin

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Precipice Chapter 5: The Saddest Song

Here we go!  The angst train is leaving the station!

Chapter 4       Chapter 6

Warnings for blood, violence, and some...freaky-deaky eerie magical implications.

This one guys, this one got painful.  Enjoy!

Ford was paralyzed.  No, no, nonono.  This can’t be happening.  This can’t be real.  His breath hitched in his lungs, and it felt like ice was forming in his chest, squeezing his heart.  He was caught like a deer in the headlights under the yellow glare coming from his brothers eyes.

”IN THE FLESH FORDSY!” Bill cackled through Stan. “WELL, NOT MY FLESH YET, BUT THIS IS BETTER THAN NOTHING.  ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU DECIDED TO BLOCK ALL MY CALLS.”  Bill awkwardly moved Stan’s broken arm and knocked the plaster cast against his head, hard. “TALK ABOUT RUDE.”

Blood stated to seep through the bandages around Stan’s head where Bill had banged the cast against it.  The sight of the crimson stain growing on the white bandages snapped Ford out of his stupor. “BILL!”  Ford yelled, his voice thick with fear and rage “Get out of my brother!”

”AWW LOOK AT YOU FORDSY, PRETENDING TO BE A CARING BROTHER AFTER FORTY YEARS OF HATING OL’ STANLEY’S GUTS!  IT’S ADORABLE WATCHING YOU MEAT SACKS AND YOUR DELUSIONS OF LOVE AND ALL THAT JUNK!”  Bills grin impossibly got wider, stretching Stanley’s face to the point that it made Ford’s cheeks hurt just looking at him.  “BUT HEY, IF YOU INSIST ON PRETENDING TO LOVE YOUR DUMB BROTHER, I’LL PLAY ALONG!”  Bill twisted, swinging Stanley’s broken arm over to the one that was tied to the bed.  Before Ford could even process what Bill was doing, he grabbed Stan’s thumb and gave it a hard wrench.  A sickening ‘pop’ echoed through the hospital room, and Bill slid Stan’s hand through the restraint with a loud, pleased laugh.  “OHH MAN!  I FORGOT HOW AMAZING IT FEELS TO DISLOCATE FINGERS!  I MEAN, A DISLOCATED ARM IS FUN AND ALL, BUT THERE’S JUST SOMETHING SO INTENSE ABOUT DISLOCATING SOMETHING SO SMALL!”  Bill reached down and undid the restraints around Stan’s ankles, before throwing the thin hospital sheet and Mabel’s beautiful gift to the floor.  He swung around, hanging Stan’s legs off the side of the bed, and threw his arms out as best he could, tugging the IV lines taught.  “COME GIVE YOUR BROTHER A HUG SIXER!  WE BOTH KNOW YOU WANT TO!”

Ford took a step back, mind racing.  “This is a trick!  Enough of your games Cipher!  Leave me in peace!”  This was all a dream.  That was the only situation that made sense.  Ford must have fallen asleep in that chair, and left himself open, vulnerable to Cipher and his power over the Mindscape. That had to be what was happening.  Ford knew that Stan would never fall for Bill’s tricks and flattery.

“OH HO HO, YOU WISH THIS WAS A TRICK SIXER!”  Bill cackled  “YOU WISH THAT THIS WAS JUST ONE OF YOUR NIGHTMARES!  BUT, NOPE, THIS IS 100 PERCENT, CERTIFIABLY REAL!”  Bill waved Stan’s arms around, doing his best to aggravate Stan’s broken arm by banging it against his chest repeatedly.  “Y’SEE, EVEN THOUGH HE ISN’T QUITE PRESENT, STANNY BOY’S MINDSCAPE IS VERY MUCH ACTIVE!  WELL,  IT’S AS ACTIVE AS AN IDIOT LIKE YOUR BROTHER’S CAN BE!”

“Don’t you dare!”  Ford roared, pointing a finger at Bill and taking a step forward.  Hot rage and icy fear were both swirling in Fords chest, making it difficult to decide what to do.  Part of him wanted to flee, and part of him wanted to fight.  But Ford was certain of one thing: whatever he did, he wasn’t going to leave Stanley.  “Don’t you dare insult my brother!”

Bill waved Stanley’s right hand dismissively, making the dislocated thumb stick out at an awkward angle.  A small trickle of blood started to flow out from under Stanley’s bandages. “OH PUH-LEASE SMART GUY!  DON’T PRETEND THAT I’M NOT SAYING ANYTHING THAT YOU HAVEN’T THOUGHT!  I’VE SEEN EVERY INCH OF YOUR MIND STANFORD!  WE BOTH AGREE THAT STANLEY IS JUST A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING LYING BUM!”

“Shut up Bill!  Shut up and leave him alone, he’s hurt!”  Ford took another step towards Bill, hands held out in a placating gesture.  Over Stan’s shoulder, Ford caught sight of a small metal tray next to the bed, with a single needle filled with a clear drug, resting on it.  One of the doctors must have left it, in case Stanley had woken up violently again.  A vague plan, more like a snippet of one, started to form in Ford’s mind.  Perhaps I could use that to expel Bill from Stanley’s body.  I just need to get around him with out Bill figuring out what I’m trying to do, or else who knows what he could try to do to Stanley. Let’s see if I can get him rambling.  Bill loves to talk about himself.  “Leave, before one of the doctors comes to see why his breathing tube disconnected.”  Ford knew it was a clumsy change in topic, but he had to try.

“PFFT, AS IF SIXER!”  Bill didn’t seem to notice or care about Fords desperate conversation switch.  “I’VE BEEN TRYING TO GET AHOLD OF THIS BODY SINCE STANLEY BROKE HIS SKULL OPEN!  EVEN WHEN HE’S HALUCINATING ABOUT YOU TWO BEING ON THAT STUPID BOAT, STANLEY’S PRETTY CRAFTY!  A CONMAN AFTER MY OWN NONEXISTANT HEART, HE IS!”  Bill’s voice was filled with mock pride as he spoke.  It made Ford sick to hear him talking about Stanley, his Stanley, his brother, his twin, like he was some sort of prized protégée.  “I’M INSULTED THAT YOU THINK I WOULD WASTE ALL OF THAT EFFORT TO GET HERE WITHOUT MAKING SURE THE MEAT SACKS THAT FIX BROKEN MEAT SACKS WERE OUT OF THE WAY!  NO ONE IS GOING TO BOTHER COMING AROUND HERE FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR AND A HALF.”   Bill’s grin shifted into something more taunting.  A spike of fear stabbed Ford in the heart.  Oh no, what now?  “IN FACT I’M SO INSULTED, I THINK I MIGHT DO...THIS!!”  In one swift movement, Bill dislocated another one of Stan’s fingers, letting out another insane peal of laughter.

“STOP!”  Ford’s voice cracked as he screamed at Bill.  “Bill, please, please I’m begging you!”  He reached out to Stanley, taking another step forward.  Ford’s outstretched hand’s were mere inches away from Stanley’s wrists.  Maybe if I go now, I could get to the sedative, and end this now!

“REALLY?  THE HIGH AND MIGHTY DR. STANFORD FILBRICK PINES PhD TIMES TWELVE, BROUGHT SO LOW THAT HE’S BEGGING SOMEONE FOR SOMETHING?  I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY!”  Bill taunted  “AND I NEVER THOUGHT YOUR DUMB BROTHER WOULD BE THE THING YOU’RE BEGGING FOR!”  Bill laughed, smacking Stanley’s thigh with his broken arm as he did so.  The cast clunked as it hit the brace on Stanley’s leg, and Bill laughed harder at the pain  "THAT IS RICH I TELL YA FORDSY!  BUT HEY, SINCE YOU’RE BEGGING AND ALL, YOU MIGHT AS WELL DO IT PROPERLY!”  Bill placed one of Stanley’s injured fingers on Fords forehead and gave a weak push.  Ford had no choice but to step back, further away from the demon wearing his brother’s skin and the syringe that could end the living hell Ford had to rescue Stan from.  “WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A COUPLE OF STEPS BACK FORDSY?  GIVE US SOME SPACE, AND KNEEL FOR US SIXER!”  Bill cackled.

Ford hesitated.  He couldn’t kneel to Cipher!  He needed to stay on his feet, needed to get to that sedative, before Bill tried to throw Stanley’s body down the stairs across the hall, or something even worse.  And even though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, a small part of Ford felt repulsed at the idea of showing any sort of subservience to the triangular demon, for any reason.  Ford was long past the days he thought Bill was worth any sort of praise.

Bills smile twisted sinisterly.  “WELL, THAT’S A SHAME THAT IS.  YOU CAN’T EVEN BEG FOR YOUR OWN BROTHER’S LIFE PROPERLY!  BUT HEY, WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON’T REALLY LOVE THIS GUY SIXER! YOU JUST WANNA PLAY THE HERO LIKE ALWAYS, DON’T YOU?  BE THE BETTER BROTHER AGAIN, RIGHT?”  Bill scoffed.  “BUT REALLY, THIS GUY ISN’T WORTH YOUR PITY.  YOU CAN DROP THE ACT FORDSY, IT’S JUST US TWO OLD FRIENDS HERE!”  Bill rolled his eyes in disdain and absently waved Stanley’s hand around, gesturing vaguely towards the ceiling with Stanley’s dislocated fingers. “WELL, STAN IS FLOATING AROUND HERE TOO, BUT HE’S A LITTLE, ‘OUT OF ORDER’ AT THE MOMENT, IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT.” Bill laughed, lower and more sinisterly than normal.  The demons words alarmed Ford.  What could he mean by that?  Bill reached over and grabbed another one of Stanley’s fingers.

Ford’s heart leapt straight into his throat, almost choking him as he desperately cried out to the demon “WAIT!”  Ford held his hands up and dropped to his knees, looking up at Bill.  “Wait.  Please, I’m kneeling Bill. I am kneeling and I am begging you to leave Stanley alone.”  Ford watched in trepidation as Bill eyed him with an unreadable look on Stanley’s face.  A familiar feeling of unease settled in Ford’s stomach.  He could remember the days when Stanley and him had been able to read each others faces like open books.  Ever since Ford had been brought home, that bond had been achingly absent despite Ford’s attempts to ignore that feeling of loss, but it was the times when he would look at Stanley and not be able to read anything off of him that Ford felt the absence of that connection the most.  This time was a thousand times worse than all the other times though.  “Please, just give me my brother back, Bill.”

Bill laughed. “THIS IS PATHETIC SIXER!  YOU SOUND JUST LIKE STANLEY HERE DID WHEN WE MADE OUR DEAL LAST NIGHT.” 

Ford blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Bill groaned  “STAN’S MINDSCAPE HAS BEEN STUCK ON ONE PARTICULAR MEMORY SINCE HIS HILARIOUS LITTLE ACCIDENT.  SOME DUMB THING WITH THE TWO OF YOU ON THAT BEAT UP OLD BOAT.  HE KEPT IGNORING ME WHEN HE THOUGHT THE TWO OF YOU WERE STILL BUDDY-BUDDY, AND HIS MINDSCAPE IS SO MUDDLED THAT IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO DREDGE UP A DIFFERENT MEMORY TO STICK HIM IN.  BUT BOY, WAS IT WORTH IT!  IT TOOK BARELY A MINUTE BEFORE STANLEY WAS BEGGING ME ‘I WANT MY BROTHER BACK, PLEASE, JUST GIVE ME MY BROTHER BACK.” Bill mocked. “AND, AS A BONUS, THAT MADE HIM START FREAKING OUT OUT HERE.  NOW THAT WAS A GREAT SHOW!”

Ford gaped up at Bill.  “What memory did you-did you put Stanley in?”  Ford knew Stan had gone to jail before, and a vague memory having to do with the trunk of a car poked the corners of his brain.  He had no idea what could have been so bad, so terrible, to make Stanley react the way he did.

Bill smirked at Ford, leered at him down on the ground.  The blood running down Stanley’s face had increased, and had started to drip off of his chin.  The crimson droplets fell all the way down to the floor, landing on the blanket Mabel had knit.  The grey wool of the sailboat absorbed the blood, turning a murky, ugly color.  “I JUST TOOK HIM BACK TO THE WORST NIGHT OF HIS LIFE FORDSY.”  Bill said in a manner-of-fact tone.  “THE NIGHT HE GOT KICKED OUT AND STARTED LIVING IN HIS CAR.”  Bill held Fords gaze for a moment, yellow against brown, before he wrenched Stanley’s finger backward.  There was a sickening ‘snap’ along with the horrible ‘pop’, and Bill laughed hysterically as Ford cried out in desperation “STOP IT!”

“OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN, I THINK I BROKE THAT FINGER AND DISLOCATED IT AT THE SAME TIME!  I’VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE SIXER, NOT EVEN WITH YOU!”  Bill wiped a mirthful tear off of Stanley’s face, smearing the blood from Stanley’s head wound.  He grabbed another one of Stanley’s fingers, smiling with cruel glee.

“PLEASE BILL, PLEASE!”  Ford screamed at the demon, tears filling his eyes again. His hands smacked the ground, fingers spread wide.  “LEAVE HIM ALONE!!”  Ford couldn’t look up at the demon anymore, couldn’t bare to see those yellow eyes in his brothers face.  He bowed his head, screwed his eyes shut, and tried to look as submissive as possible.  Ford clenched his teeth, holding back a sob.  He felt so useless!  The only reason Stanley was in this mess in the first place was because of Ford and his research and his stubborn pride.  Ford had to play along with Bill’s sick game until he could get the sedative, and hopefully that would work.  If he had to kneel and beg, he would kneel and he would beg.  For Stanley.

“HMM, YOU KNOW, THAT’S A REALLY CONVINCING ARGUMENT STANFORD.”  Bills voice dripped with sarcasm.  “I THINK I’M ACTUALLY GONNA LISTEN TO YOU AND LEAVE THIS WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE YOU CALL A BROTHER.”  Ford’s hands clenched into fists on the ground as Bill insulted Stanley again, but he forced himself not to react.  There was a tense pause.  “HAHA, JUST KIDDING!  WE BOTH KNOW I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL I GET WHAT I WANT FORDSY!”  Bill said in a sing-song tone, swinging Stanley’s good leg back and forth to beat out a solemn rhythm on the side of the hospital bed.

“The Rift.”  Ford breathed out, eyes snapping open to stare at the hospital floor.  Of course that was what this was all about.  Bill was holding Stanley hostage in order to get the Rift.  Ford’s stomach dropped in despair.

“DING DING DING, YOU GOT IT IN ONE TRY!”  Bill mockingly cheered, clapping Stanley’s injured hands together.  Ford felt nauseous when he saw the angles Stanley’s finger were bent at.  “NOW, HERE’S WHAT WE’LL DO.  I’LL PLAY COMATOSE FOR A BIT WHILE YOU RUN HOME AND GET THE RIFT!  WE TRADE OFF, ONE TEAR IN THE VERY FABRIC OF SPACE FOR ONE USELESS BROKEN OLD MEAT-SACK, AND THEN WE’LL CALL IT A DAY!  HOW’S THAT SOUND FORDSY, DO WE HAVE A DEAL?”  Bill offered Ford a handshake with Stanley’s mangled hand, a smug, self-confident grin on his stolen face.

“No.”  The word barely made it out of Ford’s mouth, but it still stung and burned his throat as he forced himself to say it.  “You can’t have the Rift.”  Ford knew he was condemning his brother to further torture, and every molecule he was comprised of protested.  But if Bill got the Rift, Stanley, as well as everyone else in Fords home dimension, would be as good as dead.  Ford knew he could force Bill out of his brother’s body, he knew that this was the right decision, the only decision that could be made.  But that didn’t stop him from hating himself for it.

“HMM.”  Bill hummed contemplatively, and Ford felt his heart stop and his blood run cold.  He had been expecting Bill to rage, and more than likely make Stanley suffer more.  Ford had been hoping that Bill would get so angry he could make a dash for the sedative.  Now, he froze to the ground, terrified of what Bill had planned for Stanley.  “WELL THEN,” Bill pulled Stanley’s hand back and leaned closer to Ford.  Ford sat up higher, leaning back on his heels, his face less than a foot away from where Bill’s eyes shone out of Stanley’s face.  “WHAT IF I SWEETEN THE DEAL?”

“What?”  Ford’s voice cracked as he spoke.  The knowing smile Bill had twisted onto his brothers face was unnerving, and his yellow eyes were far too close.

“Y’SEE FORDSY, THE PHSICAL WORLD THAT YOU’RE PART OF TIES DIRECTLY INTO THE MINDSCAPE.  IT HAS A LOT MORE INFLUENCE ON MY DOMAIN THAN I’VE LET ON BEFORE.”  Bill voice took on a tone that Ford remembered him using back when they were working on the Portal together.  It was candid, with a touch of condescension that had always slightly irked Ford back then, but he had ignored it in favor of learning from what he had considered a muse at the time.  Now, it sent unpleasant chills down Fords spine.  “STANLEY TOOK A HUGE HIT TO THE HEAD, AND ALL THE TRAUMA TO HIS BRAIN HAS REALLY DONE A NUMBER ON HIS MINDSCAPE.  THAT, PLUS ALL THE DRUGS THAT ARE PUMPING INTO HIS FLESHY MEAT-SACK BODY,”  Bill waved Stan’s arm, straining the IV lines further and causing blood to bubble up on Stanley’s arm where they were inserted.  “LEAVES STANNY HERE A PRIME CANDIDATE FOR SOME MUCH NEEDED...REWIRING, YOU COULD CALL IT.”  Bill gave Ford a sly grin.

Confusion swirled through Ford for a moment, before the full implications of what Bill was saying crashed down on Ford with the force of an asteroid careening through Earth’ s atmosphere and landing on him.  A small, choked gasp wheezed out of Ford.  Pure panic clouded his thoughts, turning them into a jumble of not possible, can’t be true, need to save Stanley, what has he done, and leaving him frozen in place.  “You didn’t...” Ford coughed out, horrified at what he might hear.

“DON’T WORRY, I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING YET!”  Bill said  “I WOULD NEED TO MAKE A DEAL WITH SOMEONE TO HAVE ENOUGH POWER TO RESHAPE A HUMAN’S MIND AND PERSONALITY.”   He smacked Stanley in the head with the cast again.  “EVEN WHEN IT’S AS SCREWED UP AS THIS ONE IS.  SO!”  Bill clapped Stanley’s hands together in excitement.  “YOU HAND ME THE RIFT, I GIVE YOU A NEW-AND-IMPROVED TWIN!” 

“...new-and-improved...”  Ford murmured numbly.  This was worse than he could have imagined.  Bill was in Stanley’s head, and worse than that, Bill could...he could...alter Stanley’s mind and personality.  Bill could rewrite the core of his brothers being, his very soul.

All he needed was someone to make a deal with him.

And Bill thought Ford would want-would be the one to-his own brother-

“SOUNDS PRETTY GREAT, DOESN’T IT?”  Bill said eagerly, leaning closer to Ford with a conspiratorial look on his face.  “WHAT DO YOU WANT DONE?  YOU TWO ARE ALWAYS FIGHTING, SO I BET YOU’D LIKE HIM TO BE MORE SUBMISSIVE.  I CAN FIX HIS SENSE OF HUMOR TOO, MAKE IT MORE YOUR STYLE.  I CAN MAKE HIM LIKE THAT NERDY GAME YOU THINK IS SO GREAT.  AND I KNOW YOU HATE THE MYSTERY SHACK, SO WE CAN HAVE STANNY HERE SHUT THAT DOWN EASY-PEASY.  OH!  I CAN EVEN MAKE HIM SMARTER, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!”  Bill leaned back, throwing Stanley’s arms wide and finally managing to rip the IV lines out of Stanley’s arm.  Blood spurted, landing all over the knit blanket on the floor.  Bill didn’t notice.  “THE SKY IS THE LIMIT FORDSY!  YOU CAN MAKE THE TWIN BROTHER YOU ALWAYS WANTED!  WHADDAYA SAY?  DO WE HAVE A DEAL?”  Bill held Stanley’s hand out to Ford again.

Stanley’s mangled hand hung in front of Ford’s face.  He looked at it, and his eyes trace up Stanley’s arm, past the fingers that were sticking out at odd angles, the blood that was dribbling down his arm and dripping onto the blanket, and Ford focused on Stanley’s face.  Not the lurid yellow eye’s with slit-like pupils, not the too wide, unnerving grin, but the ghost of a six-knuckled bruise on his jaw.  The bruise Stanley had gotten because he was stubborn, and unwilling to listen to reason, and loyal to a fault, and for some reason he though that Ford was worth more than an entire dimension.  The horror Ford had felt at Bill’s talk of remaking Stanley ignited into rage.  Ford pushed himself off of his knees.

“No.”  This time he said it firmly, his voice stronger than it had been during the whole cursed conversation with Bill.

Bill looked affronted “NO?  YOU’RE TURNING DOWN AN OFFER LIKE THIS?  YOU GIVE ME ONE MEASLY TEAR IN THE FABRIC OF REALITY, AND I GIVE YOU THE PERFECT TWIN BROTHER, A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY, AND YOU’RE TELLING ME NO!?”  Bill growled out the last word.

“I would never agree to doing something like that to anybody, no matter the circumstances!”  Ford growled back, fists clenched at his sides.  “I’ll never hand the Rift over to you, and I’ll never take your deal for the ‘perfect twin’” He spat the words out like they were venom.  “All I want is to have my brother back!”

Bill was silent for a moment, then he let out a derisive snort and forced Stanley’s body to stand.  He swayed for a moment, distressing Ford, before he found his balance, standing with most of his weight on Stanley’s left leg.  Ford saw his chance to grab the sedative. “WRONG CHOICE SIXER.”  Bill snarled.

Ford dove around Stanley’s right side, aiming to vault the bed, but Bill lifted Stanley’s broken arm, and Ford’s face collided with the hard plaster cast.  Ford reeled back, stunned, and Bill staggered, but managed to keep Stanley’s body upright.  Ford recovered first, diving onto the bed and reaching for the sedative.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”  Stanley’s cast clipped the side of Ford’s head, spinning him around.  His fingertips clipped the edge of the tray holding the sedative, tipping it over onto the bed.  A bony knee pressed down onto Ford’s stomach, and Ford instinctively curled his hand into a fist, pulled it back, and-

-he dropped the fist as quickly as he had made it.  Don’t hurt Stanley!  Ford put his hands again Stanley’s chest and started to push-

-until he felt the broken ribs.  He couldn’t do anything to defend himself without hurting Stanley!

“WHAT’S THE MATTER FORDSY? AFRAID OF HURTING YOUR IDIOT BROTHER?”  Bill laughed over Ford, and reached for his throat with Stanley’s right hand.   “HEY! THIS’LL MAKE A GREAT STORY FOR THE NEWS! ‘STAN PINES WAKES FROM COMA JUST TO MURDER HIS BROTHER AND JUMP OFF THE ROOF’!”  The dislocated and broken fingers meant Bill had to press the heel of Stanley’s hand against his wind pipe, forcing Ford’s head down and back, the top of it pressing into the mattress.

Ford struggled to breath, and already darkness started to encroach upon his vision.  Upside-down, Ford was able to see the syringe. Clumsily, with his sight dimming and everything starting to go fuzzy, Ford wrapped one hand around Stanley’s forearm, and with the other he snagged the syringe, miraculously without stabbing himself with the needle.  With a strangled gasp, Ford plunged the needle into Stanley’s forearm.

For a moment, nothing happened.  Everything around Ford faded to a murky blur, with the bright yellow of Bill’s eyes staying vibrant.  The word’s I’m sorry, Stanley echoed through Ford’s head.

Then, Stanley’s arm buckled.  Ford gasped, sucking in a desperate breath of air.  Above him, Bill was resting Stanley’s forearm on Ford’s chest, the syringe sticking out of it.  Ford could feel blood soak into his sweater.  “WHAAT WAS THA SHTUFF?”  Bill slurred, blinking and shaking Stanley’s head back and forth.  His yellow eyes got hazy and half-lidded, and Bill struggled to keep Stanley’s body upright.  “YOU THINK THISH IS OVER SSHIXER? WON’ BELON’ FOR I’M BACK STANFERD.  GONNA MAKE ‘NOTHER DEEL SHOON, ‘NTHEN I’LL GET TH’ RIFT.  YER GONNA SLIP UP, N’ WHEN YA DO...”  Bill struggled to say more, but Stanley’s body finally gave out, succumbing to the drug, collapsing on top of Ford.  “UUUGHHHnnn...”  Bill gave a final groan, his voice fading out and Stanley’s deeper, more gravely voice filled Ford’s ears.  The yellow faded from Stanley’s eyes as they slid shut.

Ford lay on the bed for a moment, stunned and trying to catch his breath.  Stanley rested on top of him, unmoving.  With a sudden jolt, Ford remembered all of Stanley’s injuries, and his IV’s needed to be reinserted, and his breathing tube was- Stanley’s breathing tube was out!

As quickly as he could without being too rough on his brother’s battered body, Ford wormed out from underneath him.  Ford checked Stanley’s breathing quickly, and was relieved to find a trickle of air passing through his brother’s lips, though it was weak and irregular.  Ford felt bile rise in his throat as he redid the restraints around Stanley’s wrist and ankles, but he couldn’t let the hospital staff know what had really happened.  At best Ford could see them removing him from Stanley’s room, and at worst they would retain him on suspicions of mental instability.  Neither was a viable option.

Ford carefully relocated and set Stanley’s injured fingers, which were swelling and turning lurid shades of blue and purple and green.  Stanley’s arm was still bleeding, so Ford peeled his new sweater off and wadded it around Stanley’s arm.  Before leaving he retrieved the button-down from the bathroom and threw it on, only doing up a few buttons as he sped out of the hospital room.  Stanley was the only patient in the ICU, and there wasn’t a doctor or nurse in sight.

Ford skidded out of the ICU, swinging his trench coat on.  He made it down two more hallways before almost literally running into a pair of doctors.

After some shouting and overly excited arm waving, Ford was able to rush the doctors into Stanley’s room.  Luckily for Ford, his frantic behavior discouraged the doctors from asking too many questions.  While one doctor tended to Stanley, the other insisted on looking at Ford’s bruising face.  Not for the first time, Ford’s nose had been broken, although this was the first time Ford had been injured by Stanley’s hand.

At a request from Ford, the blanket and sweater Mabel had knit were taken and washed quickly.  He couldn’t bare to think of Mabel seeing that the gifts she had made for Stanley and him were missing.  One of the doctors, with the help of a nurse he had brought in, jury-rigged a restraint for Stanley’s broken arm.

After Ford was left alone with Stanley again, he collapsed into his chair.  Ford couldn’t take his eyes off of his brothers face, which was slack and relaxed now, a contrast to the manic grin Bill had forced onto his face.

Ford sighed, hanging his head.  Bill had possessed Stanley.  It was something Ford hadn’t considered a possibility before, and now because of his short-sightedness, Bill had manipulated his brother, tormented him both physically and mentally. 

And then, there was the...rewiring Bill had talked about.  Simply thinking about what Bill was suggesting made Ford feel terrified.  More than that, it made Ford feel completely helpless.  Ford could protect Stanley physically- though he had already failed at that-but there was nothing Ford could do to protect Stanley in his own mind!

All Bill needed was a deal.

It didn't matter who he made it with.

And Ford would lose his brother again, but this time, there would be no possible way to get him back.

“Oh Stanley, what are we going to do?”  Ford sighed.  Unsurprisingly, Stanley didn’t answer.

Ford stood and paced, trying to think of a plan, a course of action, anything!  But the only thoughts that filled his head were of Bill, poking around in Stanley’s mind, scrambling it, reshaping it, remaking his brother into someone he wasn’t, and the knowledge that Bill could be doing so at that very moment.  If there was any food in Ford’s stomach, it would have come up again.  He couldn’t think, there were too many thoughts swirling through his head.  Ford longed for one of his Journals, just so he could have some way to organize his thoughts!  At the thought of his Journals, a small plan started to form.  He would have to work fast, and he needed to look through his Journals first, but maybe, just maybe, he might have a chance to fix things.  But first he needed to get his Journals, and he couldn’t wait till morning.

The door clicked open, and Ford whirled to face it.  A young nurse walked in, holding Stanley’s blanket and Ford’s sweater, freshly cleaned.  She started at Ford’s behavior, but she quickly relaxed and gave Ford a kind smile.  

“Here you go sir.”  She held the knit items out to Ford, and he snatched them out of her hands with a murmur of thanks.  Ford gently draped the blanket over Stanley, feeling a twinge of painful nostalgia when he saw the sailboat again.  He quickly turned back to the young nurse, catching her attention before she left.

“Excuse me, miss?  I need to use a phone.  And a phone book.”

The nurse lead Ford to the desk just outside of Stanley’s room.  Ford felt immediate unease leaving Stanley alone, but it was necessary.  

It took Ford far too long to find the number for the Ramirez household, and even longer for him to get the exhausted Soos on the other end of the line to give him the number of Wendy’s cellular phone.  Then it took him two tries before Wendy responded.

“Whotheflipisthisit’soneinthemorningIhopeyouhavelifeinsurancecauseI’mgonnashankyouwhenI’mconsciousyouflamingpieceof-” 

“Wendy, it’s Dr. Pines.”  Ford cut off her slurred, half-awake tirade.

“It’s one in the morning.”  Wendy said flatly.

“Yes, I am aware of that-”

“Why’re you calling me at one in the morning old man?”  Wendy growled into the phone, before giving a small gasp.  “Did something else happen to Stan?”

Ford hesitated briefly before answering “No, Stan is fine.  I need you to do me a favor.  It’s urgent.”

On the other end of the line, Ford heard Wendy shifting around.  “Okay.  What do you need me to do at this ungodly hour Stan Two?”

Ford blinked, mildly surprised at her quick cooperation.  He was about to request that she collect his Journals and bring them to him at the hospital, but he saw two looming flaws in that plan.  One, the time it would take for the Journals to get to him, and two, he would have to leave Stanley alone if he were to put his plan into action.  

“Hey, Stan Two, are you still there?”  Wendy’s voice brought Ford out of his reverie.

“Yes.  Wendy, I need you to listen to me, very carefully.  This could help Stanley’s recovery, but speed is of the essence.”  Ford carefully listed off everything he needed Wendy to do.  Occasionally, Wendy would have him repeat something, and Ford could hear the sound of something scratching against paper on the end of the phone. 

“Is that everything Doc?”  Wendy asked.

“Yes.  That should be all.”  Ford said, running through everything in his head.

“Okay.  I’ll get started on all of this...weird junk you need me to do.  See you in a bit.”

“Wendy?”  Ford stopped her from hanging up on him just yet.  “Thank you.  For helping me and my family with all of this.”

“Yeah.  No prob, dude.”  Wendy’s voice had a touch of concern to it.  “Just hang in there.”  She ended the call.

Ford returned to Stanley’s room, finally changing back into the sweater from Mabel.  It was still warm from the wash.  Then, he waited.

An hour passed.

Then two.

As the third hour passed, Ford was ready to tear the hospital room apart.

A knock came from the window, making Ford jump.  He stalked over to it, cautiously peeking through the curtains.  Wendy was perched outside of the hospital window.  The fourth floor hospital window.  Ford pulled the window open and Wendy slid inside.  Instead of her typical Corduroy family flannel, she had on a dark tank top with a wolf on it and shorts, and she had a backpack slung over her shoulders.

“What were you doing out there?”  Ford scolded her.  “You could have fallen to your death!”

Wendy swung the backpack off and started rummaging through it.  “Relax old man.  I’ve been climbing trees higher than that since I was eight.”

“I don’t doubt your skill Wendy.”  Ford said.  “I would just prefer that no one else ends up in the hospital anytime soon.”

“Oh.”  Wendy gave Ford an unreadable look.  “Sorry, Dr. Pines.  Visiting hours are closed right now.  That was the only way I could get in.”  She started to hand things to Ford; a small cloth sack with contents that clinked softly, several old mercury thermometers stolen from the Gravity Falls museum, photocopies of Journal 3 that Ford had found in his basement lab, a bottle of glue, a few tools Ford had picked up from other dimensions and, to Ford’s complete surprise, a small sandwich bag full of rainbow toned unicorn hair.

“How in the multiverse did you manage to get this?”  Ford stared at the unicorn hair in wonder.

“Fairy Dust.”  Wendy said shortly.  “I’ll give you the whole story tomorrow.  Or, y’know, when today feels like daytime.”

Ford winced apologetically.  “I’m sorry that I had to wake you at this hour.”

Wendy shrugged her backpack on. “Eh, it’s cool dude.  You’re just trying to help your brother.  I know the feeling.”  She gave him a small smile before slipping back out the window.  Ford watched her make it safely to the ground before setting to work.

It took him around twenty minutes to bury the moonstones and mercury in the linoleum floor with the tools he had gotten from Dimension Z#’m, and another fifteen to glue the unicorn hair around the whole room, going up and around the door frame.  It was far too much time.

Ford didn’t finish the barrier completely.  Right next to Stanley’s bed, down near the floor, there was a tiny gap.  Ford didn’t know if Bill was in Stanley’s mind or not, and he had to make sure that Stanley’s mind was free of the demon before he sealed the room.  Ford moved his chair close to the head of Stanley’s bed and rifled through the copies of his Journal.  With a satisfied hum, Ford found the page he was looking for.  The incantation that would allow him to enter his brothers mind.

Ford reached out to place his hand on Stanley’s forehead, but he hesitated.  What would he see in his brothers mind?  If Bill was to be believed, Stanley’s mind was currently in a state of disarray.  There was a chance that Ford could cause more damage in there than good.  And, if he was being honest, Ford dreaded finding out just what his brother thought of him.  Stanley must hate him by now.  But if Ford did nothing, than Bill could-he could-

‘...MAKE ANOTHER DEAL SOON...YOU’LL SLIP UP AND WHEN YOU DO...NEW-AND-IMPROVED TWIN...MUCH NEEDED REWIRING...’  Bills sinister words came back to Ford.  It didn’t matter if Stanley hated Ford, and Ford wouldn’t blame his brother at all if he never wanted to see him again after this.  Stanley needed Ford’s help, not for him to turn away again!

Ford took a deep breath and placed his hand on Stanley’s forehead, carefully minding the fresh bandages and stitches, and read the incantation.

“Videntus omnium. Magister mentium.

Magnesium ad hominem. Magnum opus.

Habeas corpus! Inceptus Nolanus overratus!

Magister mentium! Magister mentium! MAGISTER MENTIUM!”

Everything faded to white.

[nothesc]

We met in a kindergarten. A Yousana AU

Part I here

Part II here

Part III here

Part IV

“Who’s Sana Bakkoush?”

“No one” Yousef said closing his laptop

He was at Adam’s with Mikael and Mutta. He thought the boys were still outside playing basketball so he had taken the chance to search for Sana on Facebook. He knew it was lame to do that but it was the only way he could think to contact her. Still, as soon as he had found her profile all he had done was staring at it not daring to send the friend request. It wasn’t until Adam had arrived and asked him who she was that he realized how much time it had passed.

“She’s clearly someone, you were looking at her profile” Mikael, who was standing next to Adam, said

“I wasn’t looking at her profile”

“Who’s profile?” Mutta asked as he entered the room

“No one” Yousef said

“Sana Bakkoush” Adam corrected him

“Bakkoush?” Mutta frowned “Does she have a brother named Elias?”

“Yeah…do you know her?” Yousef asked confused

“No…well…I know her brother, Elias. He’s at my gym, we’re gym buddies” Mutta explained “And I think her sister came by once to give him some keys”

“Are you sure it was her?” Yousef insisted

“Well, I don’t know, she didn’t say her name but I think Elias said she was his sister. I didn’t actually get to see her that well but she was petite, tough look, wears a hijab?”

“Yeah, that’s her” Yousef said

“Well, she’s hot” Mutta shrugged

“I thought you hadn’t seen her that well” Yousef said squinting his eyes

“Ohh!! Yousef is jealous!!” Adam joked

“I’m not jealous”

“Come on Yousef, tell us, who is she?” Mikael asked

“She’s the aunt of one of my students. I’ve only seen her like three times or something like that but���damn she drives me crazy. She’s beautiful and smart and witty and sarcastic and funny and she’s like the best aunt ever and god she’s so beautiful”

“Yousef man, you’re in love!” Mutta laughed

“I don’t know what this is but I do know that this has never happened to me before”

“Then ask her out” Adam simply said

“Do you know me? I’m Yousef. I’m awkward Yousef, I don’t know how to do that. The closer I’ve got to that is telling her that I want to drink real coffee with her”

“Well, it’s a start” Mutta said

“Why don’t you add her on facebook?” Mikael asked

“That’d be weird.” Yousef said shaking his head “The thing is that I don’t really know when I’ll see her again, the only way I have to see her is when she comes to pick her niece up so…who knows how long it’d be till I see her again?”

“Well if you want to see her sooner, then you have to do something about it” Adam said

“Or, you could wait and see what happens. If you two are meant to be together she’ll come soon” Mutta suggested

“Since when are you this philosophical?” Yousef asked chuckling

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been the wisest of the group”

The boys laughed at that and while Adam and Mikael teased Mutta, Yousef thought about his choices. Maybe Mutta was right, maybe he needed to wait and see what happened. If they were meant to be together she’d go to the kindergarten again and maybe then Yousef could do something about it and finally ask her out. All he could do now was hope that it wouldn’t be long till he’d see her again.

 -x-

Luckily he didn’t have to wait that long.

Two days after that conversation Yousef was talking to one of the teachers at the kindergarten, Lotte, his back to the door when he heard the door being opened. Before he could turn around Lotte stopped the conversation and walked to the person that had entered the room.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh…yeah I’m here to pick up my niece”

He heard her voice and smiled to himself before turning around. There she was, Sana Bakkoush.

“Uh…there are still 15 minutes left. Do you want me to call her or…?” Lotte said looking at her watch

“No…no…I…I just” Sana looked around and her eyes landed on Yousef who was looking at her amused.

“Lotte, it’s okay, I can take care of it” Yousef said walking over to them “I know her”

“Oh, okay then I’m going to get going then, Emmelie said I could leave early today” she said as she grabbed her coat and leaving.

“You could’ve come sooner” Sana said once they were left alone

“Yeah but I was having so much fun watching you trying to find an excuse as to why are you here so early”

“I don’t need and excuse, I’m just a punctual person, you said it yourself” Sana said matter-of-factly

“Sure” he said chuckling

“You know, I have something for you but I don’t really know if you deserve it” she said pointing at the bag she was holding

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave” he said putting on an innocent face

Sana rolled her eyes and took the cups from the bag. She handed one of them to Yousef with a smile

“Since you’re always bringing me coffee, I thought this time was my turn” Sana said smiling

“Wow…this I wasn’t expecting” Yousef said grinning widely at her

“I can be nice sometimes” Sana shrugged

“You are” he said taking a sip from his cup “This is actually really great”

“It’s from the coffee shop in the corner. You said you wanted real coffee”

“Yeah well when I said that I meant it as us two going there to get it on a date” Yousef said without thinking

Sana widened her eyes and blushed.

“Too blunt?” Yousef said biting his lip

Sana opened her mouth to talk but no sound came out of it, she was still in shock by his words.

“Wait, have I left Sana Bakkoush speechless? Sana “you can’t tell me what to do” Bakkoush doesn’t know what to say. This is epic” he said laughing

“Shut up Mr. Perfect” Sana said glaring at him

“It’s Mr. Rules if you don’t mind” Yousef corrected her

Sana shook her head and laughed.

“Hey want to see something cool?” he asked her

“Always”

“Follow me”

He turned around and led the way to the teachers’ room.

“Oh, Emmelie I didn’t know you were here” Yousef said a little startled to see his boss there

“Yeah, I’m just finishing some stuff…everything alright?” she asked looking at Sana

“Yes, yes, uh she’s Sana, she’s Nadia Bakkoush’s aunt”

“Oh, Nadia is such a lovely girl” Emmelie said smiling

Sana smiled back at her awkwardly.

“So is there something wrong or…?”

“No, no uh…Sana, she came to pick Nadia up and she had some…questions about her so I thought that we would be better here” Yousef said nervously

“Okay, sure” Emmelie nodded

“Yeah…uh…maybe someone should be out there in case someone comes?” Yousef suggested trying to make Emmelie leave

She squinted her eyes at him but then nodded, understanding what was going on.

“Sure, I’ll go there, you can stay here”

Sana smiled shyly at her as she walked past by her.

“So I have some questions about Nadia, huh?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow at him once they were alone

“Would’ve you preferred me to tell her that you’re here to flirt with me?” he teased her

“I am not here for that” Sana said crossing her arms in her chest

“Well, that’s a shame” he shrugged

“Okay, where does this bluntness come from?” She asked chuckling

“Honestly? I have no idea” he said, and he didn’t.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who would easily flirt with a girl, he was Yousef, awkward Yousef, dork Yousef. But with Sana, it was different, he felt so comfortable that he sometimes would forget to think before talking.

“So, what did you want to show me?”

“Oh yeah, well the other day we were teaching the kids the difference between emotions. So we asked them to write the people they loved the most, the people they had fun the most with and the people they admire the most…Want to see Nadia’s drawings?”

“Uh, yeah of course!”

Yousef opened a folder and searched for Nadia’s drawings.

“These are the people she loves the most” he said handing a paper to Sana

“Aww look at Jamilla and Abdu…I love how she painted Jamilla’s sunglasses in her head, she always wears them there” Sana laughed

“Yeah, she has talent” Yousef agreed “This is the person she has the most fun with”

“Ahh, Elias, that doesn’t surprise me” Sana said smiling as she looked at the second drawing “Elias has like the same mental age as her”

Yousef laughed at that comment and picked up the last drawing

“And this…this is the person she admires the most”

Sana took the picture from his hand and looked at it. For a moment she was confused. Nadia had drawn a girl dressed as a doctor and with a black hijab. Then it hit her, Nadia had drawn her. Joy tears came to her eyes.

“Is this me?” she asked

“Yeah, she told me she wants to be like her aunt Sana”

“Thank you, thank you for showing me this” Sana said moved by the drawing

“That girl loves you Sana…and I can see why” he said smiling at her “So…are you a doctor?”

“No” she chuckled “well, not yet. I’m studying medicine at the Oslo University”

“Wow, I knew you were smart but damn…”

“Okay this new bluntness in you is making me blush” Sana said looking at the floor

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself” he chuckled

Sana looked at him and smiled. Who was this boy that could make her feel like a kid and an adult all at once?

“Yousef, the classes are about to end” Emmelie said as she opened the door

“Oh, I better wait for Nadia outside then” Sana said “Uh, thanks for your time Yousef”

Sana smiled at him and then she turned around and left the room.

Yousef started to follow her but was stopped by Emmelie who looked at him with a smirk

“So, since when do you have meetings with the kids’ relatives? And with coffee?”

“Oh shut up” he said rolling his eyes but embarrassed at the same time.

He got out of the room and looked around to find Sana but there were too many kids and parents there and no sign of her. She had already left. What was it with this girl that always disappeared before he could properly ask her out?

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[the-fiction-witch]

Control P13

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SEXY

I sat on a little chair watching across the department store y/n walking around the baby department, I had given up hours ago and sat down where I could still see her. she walked around with her cart, "Y/n?" I called but nothing "Y/n? Little lady?"

"yes Benny?" she calls back as she had heard me that time

"Come here little lady," I told her so she smiled and came over with her little cart "what have you got?"

"Baby stuff"

"Yeah what you've been shopping for hours?"

"I got some tiny clothes, tiny shoes, little bottles and toys" she smiled

"Okay... why my darling is everything pink?"

"Because It's a pretty colour"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Then he will like pink" I said

"But he's a boy"

"Boy's can't like pink?"

"Yeah but... if he had only pink clothes and pink stuff it's gonna get annoying for him, and what if we do have a girl and she hates pink"

"Well. what do you suggest benny?" "I know a gender-neutral colour scheme"

"Do you?" "Black and white"

"You are not dressing our baby up like a chessboard?"

"why not? He'll match the apartment"

"Benny our baby doesn't need to match the aesthetic"

"Maybe not yours. I would like the baby to fit the... chess theme that we have in the apartment and in general when we go places"

"The baby doesn't need to fit the aesthetic benny" she laughs going back to her shopping

"So you're telling me? we go to the Us championship next year and you don't want the baby to have a little black stroller and white blankets while we walk around the hotel?" I smirked as I followed her "So people think your baby is cute?"

"People will think the baby is cute if it's dressed like a chessboard, or a bunny rabbit" she giggled showing a tiny rabbit onzie

"But... if it could be in a chess colour scheme"

"Benny you dress our baby like a chess piece I am letting it thrown up on you"

"Ohh it will. I know it will."

"fine then I will make you watch down there the whole time I am in labour"

"Fine. we should probably sort out the big stuff? like a crib. a high chair. a pram. whatever those bouncy things are"

"bouncy things?"

"those things" I said pointing to them

"That's a yoga ball benny. it's not for babies" "Then why is it in the baby section?"

"It's for pregnant ladies"

"Ooh. then what is that crazy looking thing?"

"That's for getting breast milk in bottles" she laughs

"Oh yeah, your gonna start having milk come out your boobs," I said absentmindedly and she glared at me "what? you are? Ohh does that mean I can't squeeze them anymore?" "Not very hard no"

"I best make use of my time" I smiled cuddling her and grabbing her boobs

"we are in a store!" she whines pushing me away "You want a job to do?"

"Yes."

"Go find toys"

"Toys?"

"Not plushie ones, toy ones. you're smart I want baby to be smart so go find things like what you plaid with as a child"

".... who do you think I was as a child?"

"Like the smarty child playing with the brain toys?"

"No. more the evil child that went around hitting other kids with a stick. and poking dead things

"I would have liked to have known that before you impregnated me benny"

"well now you know"

"That's the kinda stuff they send kids to doctors about?"

"Ohh they did. like four times. I would bite them"

"How old were you?"

"Like three"

"Just go look for toys benny"

"Fine." I sighed giving her a kiss and going to find the toy section "and buy more than a chessboard"

"The baby has to have a chessboard. from the moment it's born"

"Yeah but we own twenty-six of them"

".... fine! I can't choose its toys, I can't dress the baby. what exactly am I involved in?"

"you did your job, it's inside me now your jobs are building baby furniture and take care of me until such time as I birth a small human" she explained "Also we should hurry I really want a crumpet"

"The sex or the food?"

"... both"

"Five minutes little lady, then we shall go home and ... rest"

"good, Ohh I also need a new lipstick while were here" she says scampering off

"Great we'll be here another six hours" I sighed

"what was that?"

"Nothing darling"

I sat at the table going though my game, trying to get some work done, while Y/n was working on setting up the corner of our apartment. I had built the crib and a couple other bits we bought and she was setting it all up putting blankets and toys around in the little places all while she stroked her babybump, I couldnt help looking up often keeping an eye on her.

I smiled resting my chin on my hand and my elbow on the table watching her across the room, She stood sorting the babies stuff folding little blankets and hugging the plushies as she sorted it all out from the shopping bags, in her little fluffy slippers, her sweet white and blue stripped thigh high socks, her little light blue dress with buttons down her chest a couple of them undone, Her large baby bump sat so perfectly even if she often had to becareful not to bump it into things where she still wasn't use to it, her hair in the sweet intense curls fresh out of her rollers, Gently humming a little tune.

"what?" she asked as she spotted me looking at her and I just shrug "Ohh you don't have something to say?" she laughs

"You look pretty" I told her

"Sure I do" she sighed

"You do." I smiled "You look sexy preganant"

"I'm a boat"

"A pretty boat"

"Benny!"

"What?"

"You shouldn't make fun of me"

"I'm not making fun of you."

"How could I ever be sexy with this... thing"

"That thing is our child"

"Still. it's not sexy to look like your trying to steal a watermelon from a supermarket"

"I still think you look sexy" I told her "I still think your sexy. I would still go crazy if you wore that little lacy nightie"

"I can't benny it doesn't fit me anymore"

"I'm sure I can find one in your infinate wardrobe something you and baby can fit in"

"I highly doubt you will find me desireable with this" she says

"I think I will"

"I bet you won't"

"I bet I will"

"Will you now?"

"I know I will" I smirked

"Fine but if I'm right then you have to do the night feedings for three months when baby comes"

"Alright, but if I'm right, then I get to snuggle with you as much as I want. and You will make me victoria sponge cupcakes."

"alright" she nods "You can finish up, and I'll meet you in the bedroom" she smiled giving my head a kiss as she walked to the bathroom.

I sat reading my book but often getting distracted watching her walk around on her huge dress usually holding her hips or her bump. "Ooh bulbs gone" she says as she clicked the ceiling lights on

"Ahh, damn thing that's the fourth one that's gone in there. I think the fitting needs changing. Or I need to ring the landlord to come look at the electric box again" I explain

"Possibly" she says going to the kitchen draw

"What are you doing?"

"Changing the light bulb?" She shurgs

"Are you?" I laughed putting my book down watching her slowly walk over she put up her arm trying so hard to reach it but honestly I don't think she could reach it when she wasn't seven months pregnant, let alone now. I held back my laughs a little watching her try before got up and did it for her

"I was about to do it" she pouted

"Of course you where little lady" I smiled giving her head a kiss and pulling her into a cuddle resting my head on hers "y/n, you are seven months pregnant little lady. You can't do everything you use to"

"Who says I can't?"

"... The doctor"

"Well what does he know"

".... Uuuuuhh alot"

"I can do it Benny I'm not some damn invalid"

"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying you need to slow down a little be careful. Your growing a human inside you you should be resting and being careful. Don't want something bad to happy do we?"

"No. I just don't like sitting around not doing anything," she whines "I have things to do"

"I know you don't. But that's why I'm here I'll take care of my lovely lady, till baby comes Iam your salve darling I'll wait on you hand and foot if you'd want me too"

"Benny" she giggled

"No I mean it. You need to rest" I told her "now you sit down I'll make you some lunch"

"Thank you" she smiled

"Your welcome" I laughed going to the fridge taking the little list I stuck today the fridge off it was a page I ripped out one of her pregnancy books about what she can and can't eat looking in the fridge and at the list trying to think of what I could make her "now... would you like a salad?"

"No" she pouts as she sat on my chair

"Would you like... cereal?"

"No"

"Would you like... mac and cheese?" I asked before I remembered as she bolted for the bathroom and I could hear her throwing up "sorry hun I forgot" I told her "I'll make you some french toast okay? That'll settle baby down"

I went and began making her french toast the way she likes it and eventually she came back "hey, you okay now?"

"Don't mention that stuff"

"I know I'm sorry little lady, I forgot." I laughed giving her a kiss "ah... I uhhh y/n I love you And I don't wanna be rude but... I need to wash my mouth out now because, I can taste the morning sickness" I sighed quickly washing my mouth as I could taste it, it was horrible.

"Sorry Benny"

'ita fine I was dumb for giving you a kiss before you washed your mouth out"

"It's not morning sickness either it's like one pm"

"I class it as morning sickness as you only woke up like two hours ago"

"And morning sickness lasts all day," she says loitering over where I was cooking

"Then why not just call it pregnant sickness?"

"I don't know" she shurgs trying to steal the first finished bit

"Oi! No little lady its too hot you'll burn your pretty mouth"

"What do you care?"

"Well I might wanna use that pretty mouth later" I winked giving her butt a pinch

"Benny!" She whines

"What?"

"Dirty daddy"

"Well how can I not be when mummy's so sexy and beautiful" I cooed giving her a kiss on the head

[spritepipis]

The Final Problem: Thought Process

Oh no poor bby JIM NNO NOT THE CHILD aw kidlock This Just In: Sherlock is now a horror movie. I always knew mycroft had a gun in that dumb umbrella Conclusion 1: Jesus Christ, Sherlock. Good job Lmao John wow Final revenge on poor Mycroft THE FINGER-IN-THE-AIR-RETRACE-STEPS "WAIT" THING HE DOES "You have to sit in the chair" Why can't Sherlock remember her Mycroft looking after Sherlock (but still in an asshole) JOHN IS FAMILY AHH Era-defining genius? Has Sherlock internalized Euros as a coping mechanism? Cutting herself? What the fuck? Huh. Interesting kid? Weird, but interesting? REDBEARD NO OH BABY SHERL NO did she drown redbeard NOOH GOD SHE DID UM UM THATS BAD SHES ALREADY AGAINST SHERLOCK flame consumes all good god Mycroft looks so sad Euros died? I don't think so Uncle Rudy? Wtf SHERRINFORD YES ohh "I can give you a map reference for hell" Mrs. Hudson? Are you okay? OH NO A DRONE WTF DX WHAT MOTION SENSOR WHAT IS YHIS lmao Mrs. Hudson Pls don't blow yourselves up Oscar Wilde really John Aw they're so nice Everyone is so nice when they're being dreaded NOT THE VIOLIN the circle shot makes me sick stop That radio is making me nervous "Are you walking on my roof?" SHERLOCK THE PIRATE OH MY GOOOOOD See you should have been looking at the man you just handed the chip to whOA MYCROFTS EYE WIGGLE LMAO BAMF Mycroft "Door opening" sounded like moriarty VIOLIN AH HE HAS INTERNALIZED HER oh yikes glass and everything Her hair is pretty SONG HOW DOES SHE KNOW ITS HIM oh wow standoffish much? Oh god she's a robot You are a prisoner of your own meat?? how did she get a strad DONT TAKE THE STRAD WTF callouses and Oh she taught him nvm NO STOP LEAVE HIM ALONE She enslaves people? Oh god she does Wait but that's the director's voice If this is a trap I swear Oh no this song I'm going to cry Also: when performing, many times shaking and vibrato are the same damn thing (speaking from experience) Laughing and screaming oh god oh god redbeard no Don't touch the fucking glass Don't god damn it JOHN IS AN OUTSIDER LOOKING IN PERFECT FOR EVALUATING THE SITUATION WITHOUT EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE TO CLOUD HIS VISION GOD DAMN IT DIRECTOR DUDE I KNEW IT Uh oh She's so clever She's Wait what OH GOD THIS SHOT fave remix of 2017 OH BABYS BACK his poor employees God I missed him "Big g" ??? Sto IM RELATABLE THAT WAY oh god more sex references Criminality is a nice word Oh Five years ago god damn it Did the donkey eat Yeah wow okay Unsupervised is a bad idea She mirrors Mirroring helps people grow close to one another it fosters trust AND THEYVE MERGED LOVE THAT Oh my god no that's terrible Dear? Did Sherlock just call Mycroft dear? He's changing his voice aw such growth Oh for fuck's sake She's evil Oh god one of them has to kill her oh no John Watson is a soldier but god damn it no stop he's smol and soft Oh my god Moriarty He took it he took it this is bad He can't do it I know he can't OH NO NOT EXECUTION STYLE please don't Whoopsie. Guess he's dead now welp. Yeah it had to be one of them you are idiots She's evil of course she had to kill her Jesus Christ this is terrible "she very clever" "I'm beginning to think you're not" Okay that kid is so unaffected she's totally hired to do this "To hell with what happens to us" She's like an evil scientist She changes her voice too to be younger OH IT WAS MORIARTYS VOICE THE WHOLE TIME : THE DOOR, "MIND THE GAP" Aww he knows it's affectin John and he's trying to stop him from being not useful Molly no molly please answer Poor bby she's sick Please don't hurt her she does love you There's no way around this Also thanks Moffatiss for fucking queerbaiting She's trying to believe it's true even though she knows it's not Molly please Oh god poor girl SHES STILL ON THE PHONE OH GOD oh no that's almost worst he basically hurt both of them Don't put this into context I don't want it to be in please It's okay, Sherlock. Soldiers. Stop stop stop don't kill them don't don't Smart or steady Family or friend WHAT MYCROFT IS SUCH A BITCH no this is actually a thing oh god JOHN NO JOHN PLEASE NO EMOTION IS SO HARD DONT MAKE HIM SAD ITS HARD ok well that makes me want to shoot Mycroft Aw small smile from Sherlock Stop it don't kill either of them Sherlock looked so pained Don't you do it don't don't don't don't don't So she still cares she doesn't want them dead Aww his child voice is so kind god he's such a kind man I love him so much Oh no he has to solve more than one case at once He's chained oh no REDBEARD She How did she do this JOHN NO oh hey that's a story I think, the musgrave ritual Was redbeard Was he fake GOD OH NO OH GOD THIS THIS IS VICTOR wait he is a parallel the only person Sherlock cares about first victor now John Water oh god stop YOU NEVER HAD A BEST FRIEND?! THATS NO REASON TO KILL HIS Ohhhh that's clever that's very clever Do you have a shovel If John dies I'm rioting I need your love? Seek my room? God what a lonely child Oh it was a mind game oh no It was a cry for help oh sweet girl I'm so sorry Uh this is sweet but John is still drowning? Aw we get so many hugs I love them HE REMEMBERED GREG Awwwwww finally after all this time he's a good man IT IS WHAT IT IS Benedict's parents are so great Oh stop it mommy holmes I know she's your daughter but chill He's lying He has to be You were always the grown up what does that mean VIOLIN YES ugh tunings a bitch Did Ben learn just for that Awwwwwww headphones on wall skull Just keep playing life goes on Aww they're mimicking she's tEACHING? AND NOW THEYRE PLAYING A DUET what you could bECOME?? DUETS WAIT DUETS ARE FOR COUPLES?? Last refuge oh my god AWW THE SMILEY OMG THE DANCING MAN parentlock oh my god My Baker Street boys: Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson okay kids well that's it and I'm shaking and I'm crying but it was worth it

[the-fiction-witch]

News?

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: FLIRTY AF

I smiled as I hummed my little tune along with the record player as I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom not that it was overly messy anyway. I heard the familiar sound of a struggling beetle engine outside so I put my things away and fixed my dress opening the door, running up the stairs and jumping on him the moment he stepped on the pavement with his bag 

"Whoa! Hi y/n" Benny laughs putting an arm around me too 

"Hi Benny, I missed you" I smiled squeezing his skinny body

"I was gone three days" he laughs 

"I still miss you"

"I know, I missed you too," he says kissing my head 

"Come on diners on," I told him ushering him down to our apartment, I went to check on dinner as he threw his laundry in the hamper, his bag in the bed and his coat and such on the hooks beside the door 

"What uhh what's going on?” Benny asks as he actually looked around the apartment

"You'll see" I smiled 

"Why is the air bed up? Why are there candles everywhere? Why-" he began but I put my hand over his mouth

"You will see you impatient boy' I smiled but he licked my hand "ewwe Benny" I complained wiping my hand on his shirt and went to the kitchen to serve up dinner "get sat down dinners ready"

"Okay… I'm still suspicious" he says sitting at the table so I bought him over dinner and did us both a glass of wine "you’re buttering me up for something," he says as I say down

"What?" I laughed

"The apartment is clean, it looks all romantic, you made my favourite dinner, and wine… what did you do?"

"What?"

"What did you break while I was gone?"

"I didn't break anything" I laughed start to eat 

"... Is it, bad news?"

"No"

"So there is news of some sort?" 

"Yes' I blushed 

"Okay…" he says starting to eat his dinner but staring at me like he would a chessboard trying to figure me out and what my next move was until we were finished with dinner and I gathered up the plates and Cutlery "are you dying?' he asks swirling the dash of wine he had left in his glass 

"What no" I laughed

"Am I dying?"

"Why would I know you were dying before you?" 

"Doctor could have called? You may have received a letter?" He suggested

"It's not bad news Benny really, will you relax" I smiled giving him a bowl of ice cream

"Okay now I know you’re buttering me up for something you never give me ice cream last time I got a spoonful of ice cream I literally had to wrestle you for it and you punched me several times" 

"Are you complaining?' I asked going to take the bowl away 

"No, no, I appreciate the ice cream," he says, quickly pulling it close to him. Once we finished our ice cream I went over to the shower and bath and began running a nice hot bath "ohh so you're going to have a bath next…"

"No, we're going to have a bath next" I smiled

"We?" He asked a little puzzled before it clicked "wait like… together?" He asked and I nodded he got up almost backing away on to the bedroom wall "you’re finally going to let me have sexy bath time?"

"Yes" I giggled

"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" He asked 

"Nothing Benny it's me" I giggled

"What did I say to you on our first date?"

"That you had found an angel, who was sweet enough to listen to your chess stories for hours and smart enough to tell me when I'm being a dick" 

"Okay… I trust that you are in fact my girlfriend," he says "are you going to murder me?"

"What? Benny, why would I murder you?"

"Because you've never been this nice to me in your life! Oddly enough I'm a tad concerned as to why?"

"Can't I just be nice to you?' I whined almost crying

"Ohh honey I'm sorry, it's not that I wanna be ungrateful for all the nice things tonight you just can't deny it's a little out of character for you" he explained holding my hands "are you sure there isn't anything you want to tell me?" 

"I'm sure" I blushed kissing his cheek "go on you go first" I smiled he seemed still suspicious of me but stripped off anyway and climbed in the toasty bath so I giggled stripping off too and climbing into the bath on top of him nuzzling on his lap and giving his neck some kisses 

“Ummm after all this time you’re gonna come cuddle in the bath with me?” he smirked

“Yep”

“You really are treating me good tonight” 

“I am” I smiled

“What have I done?”

“Nothing benny, can’t I just be nice to you without you assuming I’m up to something?”

“I’m sorry honey, so what else have you got planned for us tonight?”

“You’ll see” I smiled giving him more kisses 

“Ohhh…” He smirked pulling me closer and giving me a little kiss 

“Come on I have something else planned” I smiled getting out the warm bath and slipping my little dress on giving benny his usual robe and jeans I smiled sorting the little air bed out 

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asks 

“Lay down, on your stomach”

“Okay, This isn’t helping ‘you might be murdering me’ vibes y/n” 

“Just lay down benny,” I told him so he sighed and did as I told him too so I smiled and gently began rubbing his shoulders and back

“Ooohh honey, that’s nice…” he smirked getting a little excited and relaxed as I gave him a nice massage “Uuuummm…. Oohh! Not so hard honey” 

“Sorry Benny” I giggled giving his head a kiss I slowly pulled the robe off him so I could rub on his skin 

“You should do this more often honey” he smirked 

“Like it?” I asked moving my legs so I could basically sit on his hips 

“Umm very much” he smirked and I smirked a little and grabbed a candle dripping some warm wax on his skin “Owww Oww!” he complained so I smirked putting the candle down and continuing the massage rubbing the wax on his skin as it slowly set “Ooohh… I don’t know if I like that or not?

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s nice and warm, and kinda sexy…”

“What don’t you like about it?”

“That wax is fucking hot when you drop it on me!” 

“Awww it’s okay benny if you get burns I’ll kiss them better” I smirked 

“Ohh will you now?”

“All done” I smiled, getting off him “happy?”

“Very very happy honey” He smiled giving me a kiss “What is going on tell me and tell me now y/n”

“Benny while you were away... I went to the doctor”

“The doctor? Why what’s wrong?”

“Benny its okay nothings wrong” I smiled holding his hands 

“Then what did you go to the doctor for?”

“I had… questions I needed the answer too”

“And? Did you get those answers?”

“I did” I smiled “It’s why I wanted to treat you so nicely,”

“Is it... Bad?”

“No”

“Y/n, please. What is it?”

“I’m pregnant Benny”

“You- you’re what!” he asked his eyes wide in more shock then I had ever seen him 

“I’m pregnant, they think about three months or so” 

“Ohh y/n” he smiled giving me a kiss “You could have just told me. You didn’t have to do all this for me to try and relax me before you said it”

“Yes I did you would Have exploded if I didn’t” I laughed “and I like spoiling you, as a reward” I smiled hugging him tightly

“I love you, honey”

“I love you too Benny” I giggled squeezing him tightly