#ben look away. you dont want to know what i would do to your mama

[stripesysheaven]

[spade-riddles]

Tea 🍵 Time Responses

Tea Time! There's something in the bridge of Coney ISLAnd you all are missing!

🍵

Coney Island 🎤

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rainbowdaisy13 said:

Ok look into Isla Grant. She’s a Scottish folk singer and a lot of her song titles are like woah. “Daisy for Mama, You’re the Best Friend, Partners in Rhyme, Keeper of my Heart, Out of the Blue”

Could be a weird coincidence

lov4-kaylor said:

Maybe Something to do with the Gold Clock??? We just recently saw the Gold Clock in the Fearless De-Coding post from T. Maybe we still need to de-code something further with the Gold Clock. The word scramble was too easy for Ts style anyway!

a-swift-folklore said:

Why write it like IS-LAnd? My first thought was "Is LA"

sherryd23 said:

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey.. a universe away...

Anonymous said:

Isla is a Scottish feminine given name, and it just so happens to be pronounced EYE-la 🧐

Anonymous said:

ISLA / isn't there a famous treeline in LA? it's been in a lot of movies. bonus :drake's party was in LA

asteracaea said:

the only isla i know of is fischer...

cyberpunk89 said:

maybe it’s “name” in “when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your NAME” and tea time anon made it Coney ISLAnd, so… ISLA the name? Still not sure, it’s too simple.

UPD: well. Taylor sings “ [your] name” on 3:19 and it’s 3+1+9=13. I hate these “13″ references even if it’s coincedence.

Anonymous said:

It's probably obvious, but the Trump family bought up huge swathes of Coney Island in the 60s and got entangled in legal actions over what to do with it. Locals were trying to revitalize the area but Trump Sr wanted to forget the fairground amenities and build more profitable apartments instead. I don't remember all the details but I think they took him on and he won. The setting adds a layer of sad irony to Taylor singing about losing the good times after the election.

Anonymous said:

re: tea time/ full disclosure i'm terrible with riddles but if you google gold clock nyc the most prominent that comes up is on fifth avenue (the 666 kushner bullding is also on fifth avenue). it's not much but i hope we can solve this

Anonymous said:

ISLA-Lisa baby name?

Anonymous said:

Okay the Coney Island bridge makes mention of a birthday and TT! anon hid the name Isla in their message! Could Isla be the name of the Kaylor child?

Anonymous said:

ISLA Blair, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.

lov4-kaylor said:

Could it be the babies name??? Ben??? Silly me that's the cat's name...

Anonymous said:

"When I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name " well she certainly did not forget to say Joe's name, so whose name could she possibly have forgot? 🤔😆

Anonymous said:

Anonymous said:

Well it could be Isla, as in the name, that's why it was capitalized. But if it was that simple why specifically direct us to the bridge? Food for thought: the bridge of the song has 11 verses/lines (according to google) and Coney Island has 11 letters. So maybe we should focus on the capitalized ones, which are 6-9? So on this part: "Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray / A universe away /And when I got into the accident / The sight that flashed before me was your face".

Anonymous said:

just dropping observations about the coney island bridge, maybe someone else can run with them

Isla is a (Spanish) girls name, that means island

when taylor sings your name in the bridge it sounds like someone is singing in the background/ there is an echo

the only other time this is the case is during the first three lines of the bridge specifically

your name is said exactly from 3:17 (11) to 3:19 (13)

one connection I made was to Taylor mentioning three kids on the last 'podium' where she thanked people. this seemed strange to everyone and feels like it was a placeholder for a name she 'forgot'/ couldn't say

@chosetherose said:

Ooo thanks TT!

First thoughts:

Isla is a popular baby girls name. Is this kaylor’s daughter’s name?

I need to listen to Coney Island again and think things through.

redpaintedgolden said:

i feel like it’s about

Were you waiting at our old spot

In the tree line

By the gold clock

the other lines are kinds self explanatory. and we know abot the birthday cake

Anonymous said:

Re TT Coney ISLAnd, the only thing that has been in my mind since the Grammys is the bit

And When I walked up to the podium

I think I forgot to say your name

Over and over..

So, the baby in Coney Island isn’t the same person that was named in the Grammys speech (obvious, yes)

But what’s really been haunting me about this song is the lyric “when the sun goes down”.. and coincidentally a certain embodiment of the sun or literal sunshine ☀️ went down (in the dark/out of the spotlight) around the same time evermore was released.

swift-79 said:

So I have a little time before a meeting so let see. London has a ferris wheel like a coney island. The London Eye. Lyric:"we're you waiting at our old spot. In the tree line by the gold clock".🤔🤔 So if it is about Joe why is someone waiting in secret! 😉😎🌈 So old golden clock maybe the Big Ben in London. Does it have tree lines?

Yes it does than next lyric:

"Did I leave you hanging every single day?"🤔

Another meaning for hanging can be "floating" She used that word not so long ago. 🤔🤔🤔

Lyric: "where you standing in the hallway with a big cake, happy birthday"

Now about the cake in the hallway we know that KK who left a Victoria Secret photo shooting to be at Taylor b-day or it about the cake in Miss Americana🤔

Don't have more time to decipher maybe this can be a start for another person to continue. I don't know if I am on the right path either. Good luck!!!! 😉😎🌈

kellykaylor said:

When I first saw ISLA in capital letters, i was thinking about the International Securities Lending Association, a trade association. But I dont think thats the part we missed.

So for all the NYC people out here: is there a physical bridge which u can take to coney island? maybe tea time anon was referring to an actual 🌉? swift-79 said:

Hmm Great Britain is an Island in the North Atlantic Ocean! 😉😎🌈

Anonymous said:

re: teatime anon, if the C in Coney ISLAnd is capitalized, perhaps the I would normally be capitalized as well, meaning the change would be the capitalization of SLA.

i don’t have much either than that but, SLA is an acronym for “Service Level Agreement” —which isn’t really a term in the entertainment world i don’t think but one example definition i found is “a guarantee of performance in a contract, with penalties for not hitting the published elements. For example, a customer might have a guaranteed 4 hour response window to equipment issues, or a guarantee on spare part arrival of 24 hours or less.”

[imaginesofeverykind]

Ask; ‘You absolutely know what’s up!!!! Ben and Diego are my favs aaaa!! Could you maybe write a kiss/cuddle headcanons for them’ OKAY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH FFS Thank you for blessing my day with this ask 😭😭😭 I also added in hugs bc i said so 💕✨

How They Kiss and Cuddle; Ben Hargreeves

[For the sake of because I said so, we goin pretend Ben ain’t dead] LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME YOU DONT FUCKING LOVE HIM 😭🥺

Ben is such a fuckin sweetheart and we all damn well KNOW he cherishes intimate moments like this between the two of you.

His hugs are THE BEST, because not only do they fill the two of you up with absolute joy; Any occasion, no matter how upset or either of you may be, hugging him is instantaneous comfort, warmth and safety.

We all know Ben cares deeply a lot about not just his siblings but also those he cares about, so cuddling him is appropriate on every fckn occasion.

- On the couch; you guys be cuddled in the corner, his arms around you and you leaning into his side.

- In the kitchen; even in the presence of everyone else discussing things, he would be leaning up against the counter with his arms wrapped around you while you lean on him.

- In bed; you two alternate between big spoon and little spoon because that’s just how you two do things. It hella cute 🥺🥺

- At dinner or just out; you sit on his lap because it's what? Comfy, cute and warm.

While he doesn’t shy away from being publicly affectionate, he saves the little kisses and small moments like that for just the two of you.

There's A LOT of kissing, and it's not always connected to any sexual connotation, more so tiny pecks of affection because he cares about you and wants you to never forget it.

Most often than not they are the most chaste and quick little pecks, but when kisses you on the lips it's like cuddling with him but x10000 better. If your cuddling AND kissing then woah mama we got a fucking feel train leaving the station. *choo choo*

He’s so at tune with you that he knows his boundaries around you, he’s got you down to an absolute T and you aren’t sure whether that's embarrassing for you or incredibly sweet.

Goodbye kisses are the absolute worst for both of you because it means you’ll be apart but there isn’t a whole ass day that man ISN’T thinking about you.

Fck I just love Ben so much Im finna cry.

How They Kiss and Cuddle; Diego Hargreeves

Strap in we got a lot to unpack here omg

Diego will fucking fight to the death if it meant keeping you out of harms way, this man cares so much about you it be kinda scary sometimes.

He is emotional as FUCK, like he wont admit it but we all fucking know how emotional this himbo is and if you think he isn’t the one to come to YOU for hugs; you are sorely mistaken.

Regardless, hugging Diego is like you are non-verbally telling him he’s safe, he’s home and he’s [going to be] okay.

If theres a moment where you don’t hug him, he’s immediately onto it, he knows something is wrong and will annoy the absolute fuck out of you until you tell him whats wrong.

Cuddling Diego is such a raw and intimate moment, he is so vulnerable in this moment and he chooses to let you in because he cares so hard and so deeply for you. Being such an emotionally volatile person [cheers reggie], he finds it really hard to trust easily, but cuddling is the ultimate ‘I trust you, you make me feel safe and I care about you’ from him to you.

Mans is little spoon, if you disagree [You are a coward]

Oh man OH MAN, kissing Diego is something that you look forward to considering it's mostly far and few inbetween outside of it being just the two of you. But it's okay, he’s busy being walmart batman and you’re busy being you.

When he comes home after vigilante business, you will patch him up and gently kiss his wounds, knowing that he absolutely adores that [even tho he is a coward and won’t say it].

Tired morning/night/bed kisses are a MUST; ALWAYS

I would like to formally announce my love for this himbo idiot, I hope he’s doing well.

[strawberries-n-sugar]

FUNKY FLAVORS & OLD TUNES

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Short! "Skinny"! White reader (please don't be offended and if you are then don't read? I can only find specifically x black reader, x plus size reader, x tall reader for every character and I enjoy reading all of those things because I have a imagination but I am none of those things so just something from the other perspective and it isn't meant to offend anyone :), hope you ALL enjoy. This isn't meant to show hate to anyone, just show some love to people who arent those three things)

Warnings: maybe some 18+ (I write straight from my head), old music, old funk and groove music, horniness, corniness, puns, sarcasm, innuendos, maybe some old doo wop, maybe some 90s, a plethera of music in a variety of forms, nerdiness, uhm, thats it? Oh, Daddy! Sam at the end and not the kinky kind XD, interracial relationship (I dont know why that is a warning but some people get offended so I thought I would play it safe), bad dancing my a short bitch who think she has the skills of Tom Hiddles, maybe some sad talk, Steve and Buck being matchmakers

Summary: Things have been rough for Sam and the whole Avengers gang actually since losing Tony but Sam finds a little escape every now and then. A new little hole in the wall juice and homemade icecream joint. The owner might be stealing his heart but she can't see it, good things come in small packages, or was it dynamite? For Sam, it's both, the joint is always thumpin' and so is his heart

“Funky Flavors, that’s new?” Sam comes to a slow jog from his run as he is about to stop noticing a new business had opened just off the route he runs when he runs around the Lincoln Memorial. “I could go for some juice,” he shrugs talking to himself as he goes in, removing his earbuds from his ears. Upon walking in the first thing he notices is the music, She’s A Bad Mama Jamma by Carl Carlton blared through the small system. “Okay,” he raises a brow and looks around, the small place was empty at the moment. Figuring that the owner was in the back he let’s himself dance.

“Hey~!” He gets a little too into it as you walk out from the back. You don’t say anything and just watch smiling and trying not to laugh, being your size came in handy, quite often you go unnoticed. After a minute you decide to butt in. “Hey Shug, what can I getcha?” 

“Oh shit! Huh?” He stops suddenly, caught of guard he jumps a little. “How long you been there?” “About a minute and a half, smooth moves.” “Thanks,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Wait, Shug?” “Sorry, habit, daddy called me and momma that so it stuck and now I say it.” “That’s sweet,” he smiles. “Thanks, and thankyou for stopping by.” “Yeah, noticed the new place, decided to stop by. Thirsty after the run, uh, what do you have? You ain’t from around here are you?” “No,” you giggle and hand him the menu, “I’ve got homemade icecreams and original beverages”

He looks the menu over and reads it off 

Mango Mornin’ Sunrise- mango and pineapple orange juice slushie (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options)

Momma I’m Messed Up- vodka, Redbull, rum. Blueberries, blackberries, and tequila 

Wet- (icecream flavor and drink; drink comes with dish of sugar dipped strawberries, homemade) starwberries, red wine; 19 Crimes 

Classic Homemade Butter Pecan Icecream (optional served with homemade pecan pie)

The I’m Sorry Miss Jackson (icecream flavor and drink)- Jack Daniels, coconut and chocolate

Moonshine Milkyway- homemade icecream with Milkyway and moonshine flavor 

The Send Help- Irish Trashcan with a scoop of I’m Sorry Miss Jackson on top

Pantie Dropper- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with pineapple, orange, lemon, pineapple and grapefruit

Soaking Thighs- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with blackberries, red grape juice, and pineapple 

Thigh Rider- Red’s Apple ale with apple cider

Summer Heat- blackberry sprite beverage 

F*** Me, Now- house-made strawberry juice (alcoholic and non alcoholic options)

Sam rubbed his neck and cleared his throat, “Jesus girl,” he laughs. “So what’ll it be Mr?” You ask, leaning over the counter as Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye comes on. “Shit, I’ll have a Fuck Me Now” 

“One Fuck Me Now comin’ right now Shug,” you say shocking yourself with how you kept a straight face and not noticing how he was watching you as you made it. “Alcoholic or regular?” You glance at him. 

“It’s 10 in the morning girl” “And?” “Regular, this time,” he laughs. 

“Alright here you go,” you finish up and pass it to him, making your way over to the register. “I like the station, which one is it?” 

You laugh, “that ain’t the radio, it’s my playlist”

“Say what?” He raises a brow like he doesn’t believe you. 

“What?” You ask seriously as you ring him up. 

“It’s just-”

“Just?” You shake your head and stretch your eyes. 

“Well-”

“Well?”

“You’re wearing a Asking Alexandria t-shirt for one thing”

“Yeah, nice ain’t it? Soft too,” You smirk as you know the next song will address the elephant in the room as Play That Funky Music White Boy comes on and you both laugh. 

“3.45″

“oh, right,” he pays you already sipping at it. 

“You said this time, so, you’re coming back?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. 

“Alright, I’ll hold ya to it,” you say, thinking about how you’d like him to hold you to a wall and chewing your bottom lip. You quickly remind yourself that that won’t ever happen. Guys don’t really want your type, you aren’t thicc, or super curvy, there’s no meat with your potatoes and nothing for them to hang on to, you have to have a little something to work with because thicc thighs save lives and no man wants to cuddle a stick, you aren’t a snow-bunny. All things you have heard before, and that was just about your weight and all things you have heard before, the short jokes didn’t end either much less would anyone take you seriously as a woman.

“I’ll see you later Lil Juicy,” he smiles as he leaves.

“Lil Juicy?”

“You’re little and you make juice”

“Bye,” you both laugh and you watch him walk away.

“I’ll bring some friends next time,” he calls.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for help so if you know anyone-”

“I’ll spread the word” “Thanks, bye”

Stepping outside once the door shut behind him and the door closed behind him, “I think the new Captain America has found his Miss America,first lady?  She is damn cute,” he smiles and chuckles making his way. 

Days go by, and then a week, and a week and a half where Sam can’t get you out of his head and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him either but you hadn’t seen him again yet. He did spread the word because the next day his friend Wanda show’s up and she started working for you. You liked her, she was nice and a giant help but working with her became hard sometimes when customers would go googly eyed over her. You couldn’t blame them, she wasn’t thicc but she but she was you could still understand why, she was gorgeous.

“So, have you heard from Sam?” You ask her while it is slow.

“Yes, he said he was bringing Steve and Bucky today”

“Really?” Okay, that was overzealous, it didn’t help when the trio came in. Sam, and ofcourse you recognized the other two based on them being the Avengers, and through talking with Wanda.

“Alright, Steveo, you first,” Sam gets his phone out to record the old man’s reaction. 

“Hello,” Steve says friendly, “Hi, what’ll it be?” 

“The uh,” he clears his throat with a blush, “No need to be shy,” you encourage him. “The strawberry one” 

“No, you’ve gotta say the name,” Sam teases him. “the fuck me now....” “That is a bad language word!” Sam teases and you make Steve’s drink as Bucky looks over the menu and he and Steve watch Sam watching you, glancing to each other knowingly. Well, it was obvious with how happy he was and how he chewed his bottom lip as you bent over to grab things not paying attention. 

“Alright, and you Shug?” You give Steve his drink and ask Bucky what he would like 

“I’ll have the Summer Heat, add vodka. Thanks,doll”

“You’re welcome,” you start making it and it was quiet except for Stand By Me by  The Drifters was on and you sang along and harmonizing, Sam hums along as well harmonizing with you. “This one or Ben E King?” He asks, “this one, obviously” “Alright, :Lean On Me, Club Nouveau or the original?” “The original sucks, doesn’t flow,” you answer as you make the drink and the guys just watch the two of you as they sit with their drinks. 

“You have good taste-”

“Bet you think she tastes good too,” Buck says casually and you all turn to look at him shocked.

“What?” He shrugs, “I’m 103, and I was bagging bitches in the 40′s” 

You all shrug and make the touche face. Steve on the other hand was about to implode trying to remain a gentleman and not laugh. “He wants to eat strawberries from your tits,” Buck continues sipping his drink. 

“Okay Pal, thanks,” Sam leans over to take it and Buck smacks his hand.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you joke honestly

“We approve,” the two old men say in unison looking at Sam.

“Ask her,” Buck edges him on and points to you with his head while you aren’t looking.

“Ask who what?” Wanda asks confused as you rise from what you were doing behind the counter. 

“Y/N,” Buck answers her.

“Ask me what?”

“Would-would you maybe uhm-would you like to come record shopping with me?”

“Sure, just message me,” you exchange numbers, thinking it was meant to be a casual friend thing. 

The next week after texting him almost constantly and him texting you you make arrangements. He picked you up, opened the door for you, and the day was amazing. You wandered through the record store browsing only for him to sneak up behind you and put his arms around you at some point to look in the same crate and look down to read your face to see if it was okay only to find you blushing again. He smiles feeling a sudden little boost in confidence, the pointers that Steve and Buck had given him were working. He swallows a lump in his throat, hoping you don’t notice before speaking softly by your ear. 

“Want to do this again next Friday?” “S-ure, but Sam...” “Hmm?”

“Can we not do this?” “Yeah,” he pulls away, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.....I just, well, I really-I don’t want to get the wrong idea”

“What is that?” he tilts his head.

You choose not to answer, you weren’t really allowed to answer that question as you look around gauging the room and seeing a few women who may get offended just by you telling the truth. They would probably attack you, call you a liar, mock you, definitely laugh. “I can’t answer that, I need jeans...can we swing by American Eagle-wai-,” you check your wallet to see if you will have enough. “i think I have enough for one pair,” he nods and you buy the records you want and you both leave. His hand in the middle of your back holding the door for you. “Thankyou” “You’re welcome....”

He walks to American Eagle with you as you find a assistant to help you find the one section of the store that is a half of a table that will have your petite sizes. She walks you over and Sam watches as you look through the very small section of the large store where the pants short enough in length and small enough in waist for you are and buy a pair and he looks at the other sections, pretty much the entirety of the ladies section of the store with the other jeans. 

“Ready?” You come over to him with your bag. “Yeah, hang on, let me see that?” 

You hand him your bag and he looks at the receipt, “Why did yours cost twice as much?” 

You shrug, “this is the only place that has anything to fit me at all other than the kids section at Walmart, lets go. I’m just happy i am thicker than I used to be in high school and I can eat now and it ain’t much but I’m proud of my little booty I do have some days,” you laugh. 

“So, next week?”

“Yeah, I love hanging out with you”

 Sam takes you home and gets the door, it was a silent drive home. He walks you to your door. 

“Thanks Sam, I had fun,” you start to hug him but can only reach his waist so to make it less awkward you make it quick. “Night,” you smile and start to go inside.

“Night Y/N....,” he grabs your arm and turns you, he lifts you enough to be face to face with you which honestly made you feel like a child as your feet dangles so high off the ground, “Thanks, I needed this on jean shopping day,” you say sarcastically to play off that it actually hurts because you really like Sam. 

“Y/N,” he sits you on the railing and holds your waist so you won’t fall.

“Hmm?” You ask, looking at your thighs, thinking about how they are thick compared to when people complimented your thigh gap and you hated it but had to smile because you couldn’t eat for a year due to being sick but you had to smile and say thankyou, and how now you had improved a lot and it has taken you years to do so but you still weren’t thicc enough to be good enough. 

“Look at me,” he lifts your chin and you glance at him, trying to have eye contact but you look so pathetic right now. 

“I like being able to pick you up,” he starts and smiles, you start to cut him off and hop down but he grabs your thighs to hold you there and he cuts you short. “I’m not finished.” 

That stern voice made the heat pool between your legs, you knew you loved this man. 

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I watch you walk away and I stare at your ass every time you bend over or squat for somethin’-” you can’t stop the blush in your ears and your face. “Really?” “yes, and I like being able to pick you up, it’s cute. if you would have hugged me a second ago instead of flinging your arms around me and moving away I would have wrapped my arms around you and taken a second to just enjoy your head against me.....I think you are a beautiful lady, and you are interesting, and intelligent, I can talk to you and I love that. Please, go out with me next week on another date?”

“Another?”

“Yes, I thought this was a date until you got sad....”

“I didn’t know, I thought you just saw me as a friend and wanted to hang out; that’s usually how it goes...”

“Alright, my fault. I should have been more clear,” he puts a hand to his chest, still holding you so you don’t fall. “Please, may I take you out to dinner, next Friday? I’ll pick you up at the same time, it’s a date...please,” he looks up at you as he kisses your knuckles. “You don’t have to beg little old me, I’d love to,” you answer honestly and he kisses the side of your lip almost your cheek. “I’ll get my real kiss next time,” he helps you down and that was how it all started. That is how you became Mrs. Sam Wilson a year later, and now here you were almost three years later lying down and watching him pace back and forth in front of the bed with your new son.  

“Sam, I have a idea”

“To get him to sleep?”

You nod and go to your playlist and press play letting the soft  shoo doo shooby doo~ shoo doo dooby doo~ In the still of the night~ fill the room.

Sam see’s his eyes drift closed and carefully lays him in his crib and crawls up over you on the bed slowly before swiftly flipping the situation so you’re straddling him. He grips and caresses your thighs and chews on his lip before pulling your neck in for a kiss, “I’ll have a Fuck Me Now please” “Coming right up” 

[milkchu]

❝anyway the wind blows❞ ♔ fifteen. [final]

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, Brian May x Reader

Warnings: none really, just a really tiny mamma mia reference (i couldn’t help it) and a little surprise.

⇦ previous chapter // series masterlist // end.

July 13, 1985

It’s 12 noon in London, 7AM in Philadelphia,

And around the world, It’s time for LIve Aid.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” Brian sent you a soft smile, resting his hand on your knee. You slowly breathed in and out, looked to Brian at your side and said, “Ready.”

After getting out of the car, you both walked towards the house you haven’t been in for a long time, Brian following behind you while his hand rested itself on your shoulder, trying to make you relax.

In front of the door, you turn your back to look at Brian, who sends you a soft, reassuring smile and a nod, before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments, you heard shuffling steps behind the door before it was opened, revealing your aunt.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hi, auntie.”

Then finally bringing you into a deep, warm hug.

In the living room, both your aunt and your cousin, Poppy, who probably know of you and Brian’s… thing, have been laughing and chatting with Brian, whilst you stood in front of the piano, looking at a framed picture of your mother. 

It was a picture of your mother in one of her extremely flamboyant stage outfits, behind her you could see two other figures, wearing similar outfits, probably her friends, Roxy and Tessa? You couldn’t remember their names anymore.

Meanwhile, your uncle simply sat on his usual chair in the living room, carefully sipping on his mug of tea.

Your eyes then landed on the wall clock, revealing that it was almost time for you to go to Wembley. “Bri and I have to go.”

Your auntie replied, “But you just got here, sweetheart!”

“What do you mean, ‘go?’” Your uncle suddenly stood up.

“We’ve gotta get to Wembley,” You grabbed Brian’s hand, gesturing for him to stand up, “We’re all doing our bit for the starving children in Africa, and nobody’s taking any money.”

Your uncle then slowly walked towards you, a million things running through his mind but he couldn’t seem to say it out loud.

You sent him a soft smile, “Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. Just like you taught me, Uncle.”

He didn’t say anything but just simply pulled you in for a tight hug, “Your mother would be so proud of you,” He whispered, his voice almost breaking.

You let out a soft chuckle before pulling away, firmly patting your uncle’s shoulder.

“Love you, darling,” Your aunt said, tears coming through her eyes.

“Bye Pops. Love you too, auntie.”

Before finally walking out the door with Brian.

“Poppy… put on the telly.”

Sitting in the little trailer, you sat beside Brian, who was currently playing some tunes on his guitar until he put it down, replacing it with your hand instead.

Deacy squinted, before pointing between Brian and yourself, “You two?”

You looked towards Brian, who softly stroked your hand with his thumb, before simply sending Deacy a knowing look.

“Knew it,” Roger added, each and every one of you letting out some laughs, until a knock came from the door.

It opened, revealing Matthew and his wife, Daisy. “Hello, Matthew,” Brian smiled.

“Hi, Brian, we just came to wish you good luck.”

“Hello, darling,” You smiled at them, before leaning down to kiss his cheek, giving Daisy a soft hug afterwards.

As soon as Matthew saw your hand place itself inside Brian’s, he immediately sent you a knowing smile.

“I’ll see you after,” You said to them, before Matthew nodded and left with Daisy.

Closing the door, you sat back down, sighing, “What do we think of Daisy?”

“She seems nice.”

“I think she’s into me,” You joked, before looking over to Brian, who was jokingly shaking his head.

“I know everyone is probably in love with me already but I think you’re the only one I have fallen for, darling,” You squeezed Brian’s hand.

Cue fake gagging sounds from Roger and Deacy.

When you’ve all been finally called in, your heart thumped faster with every step you took towards that stage. 

Standing in front of the entrance, you turned back to your three best friends.

“Her Majesty… Queen!”

Walking towards the middle of the stage, you let your ears go deaf from all the cheers and whistles from the seemingly endless crowd, waving your arm around for them, before finally walking to the piano and sat down.

Letting your fingers do a few tunes before you start, you looked at everyone around you.

John. Roger. Brian.

Miami. Matthew.

And finally, upwards. Mum.

“Mama… just killed a man…”

Hertfordshire, 2017

Brian watched as the (H/C) haired girl on stage moved and danced around, following the movement director in front of her. Moving so much like you.

It took a lot of work and convincing to finally be able to do this project, but he knew he had to. He had to tell the entire world the story of one of the greatest and influential women in history.

When the practice run had ended, everyone clapped their hands together at the cast, as Joe, Ben, and Gwilym bowed down together with the panting, but grinning actress.

Brian clapped along, almost wanting to shed a tear because it was like he relived that moment back in 1985 again. Feeling a pat on his back, he already knew who it was.

“She would be so proud of you, dad.”

Brian let out a soft sniffle, “I know, Freddie. I know,” receiving another pat from his son.

As soon as Brian looked up to the sky to try and rid of his incoming tears, a car came driving through the airfield. A car he knew all too well.

Once the car had stopped, a man in a black suit stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door to the backseat before a heel clad foot stepped down.

“Sorry, I’m late, darlings.”

a/n: and that ends atwb. or is it? (tbh i would love to do some more stuff from this series like some blurbs so i might post some in the future. pls do send in some ideas if you’d like!) THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR SUPPORTING THIS SERIES. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU GUYS. I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL.

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Medda and Jack are Here

Jack is 10 or so in this one again

enjoy, babes!

trigger warning: past child abuse (emotional and physical), mentions of injury

Jack rubbed his fingers over the pencil stub in his hand, using the sun rising outside the bars on the window to watch the shadows flicker over the sketch. The best he had for paper was an old napkin from the dining hall, but he’d made it work for the last few weeks.

Sighing, he leaned back against the wall and tipped his head back to watch the sun. It was the last few minutes of quiet he had before an alarm would sound off or a guard would come tromping through the door. Some kids were sitting up in their beds already, but most had sheets pulled over their heads to revel in the safety that came with the dark nights. When the guards were outside with flashlights and Snyder was sleeping on satin pillows, they didn’t have to worry about holding their breath and keeping their heads down. It was bliss, peace, and silence.

But in the Refuge, that could never last for very long.

The door clicked, and a few kids shot up with wide eyes. Jack felt his shoulders tense, but he tried to ignore it as he brushed the charcoal shavings off the napkin. When the door creaked open, a shadow was standing under the frame, and Jack had to blink to adjust his eyes to the light as he looked up.

Snyder stepped in through the door, shielding the hall light from melting into the room.

Jack felt his heart lurch. He ducked his head on instinct as Snyder walked around, hands clasped behind his back with that evil sneer Jack had grown to know and hate.

Snyder stopped in front of the window, just Jack’s luck. Towering over him, he looked about eleven times bigger than he was when Jack was on his feet.

“Stand up, boy,” he barked. Jack stood, glaring at him the whole way. “What are you doing?”

He ripped the napkin from Jack’s fingers. He held it up to his eyes, squinting at the drawing. It was just a picture of Jack’s dad before the streets had gotten to him. His eyes were wrinkled with laugh lines, and he was wearing a smile. Something Jack wished he could find in a place like this.

“What the hell is this, Kelly?” Snyder said, waving the napkin under Jack’s nose. “Huh? What is this absolute shit?”

“None of your business is what it is,” Jack mumbled.

“What’d you just say to me, you little rat?” Snyder bent down to Jack’s level and held the napkin up. His hand crumpled into a fist, crushing the drawing with it. It was like the smiles, the closest thing Jack had found to happiness in days, were being pounded out right in front of him. “Think you can defend yourself against garbage like this? You really think anyone’s gonna give a damn what a little kid can puke out on some paper with an old pencil?”

When Jack didn’t say anything, his glare burning holes in the floor, Snyder shoved him back by the forehead. Jack stumbled and hit the wall, and Snyder used that moment to kick him in the ribs and send him to the floor.

Jack curled up, wrapping one arm around his stomach. His other hand was still holding the pencil for dear life. Snyder bent down again, pulling it away and snapping it in half. His eyes were cold, but they sent a burning pain through Jack’s heart.

“You’re worthless, Kelly,” he said, spit flying from his mouth and landing on Jack’s face. “You’ll never be good at what you do and no one will ever care. Got that?”

He didn’t even wait for an answer. He shoved Jack again, and Jack winced as the wood from the wall dug into his back. Snyder leaned up again, his eyes roaming around the room as if looking for anyone that would dare to move an inch with him around. Satisfied, he nodded to Jack as if they’d just been talking about the weather, turned around, and left the room. The napkin was still crumpled in his fist, the pencil shards in the other.

Jack watched him go with blank eyes, his knees pulling themselves up to his chest. He rubbed his stomach and whatever bruise Snyder had left there. It sure was a lot easier than thinking about his words, swimming around in his head and drowning him in his thoughts.

No one will ever care.

“What’re you doin’, honey?”

Jack slammed the notebook paper down on the table. He twisted around in his desk chair to look up at Medda, who was standing behind him with a hand on her hip and another on the back of the chair. He swallowed, discreetly tucking his pencil in his pocket.

“Uh, nothin’?” he tried, voice raising like he was asking a question.

“Doin’ homework?” Medda said. “Only fifth grade and they’re already piling on the work, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jack said, looking down at his socks. He swung his feet above the ground, just to have something else to do other than meet her eyes. “Yeah, lotta homework.”

Medda didn’t look convinced. Jack had spent his whole life lying his way out of trouble, but telling her something that wasn’t true required capabilities beyond the human race.

“You sure about that?” she said, squatting down beside him. “Because last time I checked, you stuffed your backpack under your bed for the weekend. Not to mention that it’s Friday, baby.” Jack opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again as if he actually knew what to say. Medda nudged it closed with a finger, smiling softly. “You wanna show me what you were doin’?”

“Not really.”

“Why don’t you show me this time, and next time you can keep it to yourself?” Medda suggested. “Unless you need to me check your math homework again. Then we might have to work out a compromise.”

She smiled again as if she was hoping that would get him to crack a grin, but Jack couldn’t even get his face to lift. His heart was pounding like he was headed straight back to the Refuge as he flipped the corner of the paper.

It was a drawing of a Manhattan street. The first thing he’d seen when he’d walked past the Refuge gates at Medda’s side. She’d been holding his hand, and he’d drawn her off to the side of the sidewalk. He could picture the bright sun on that day as clearly as his own face, and it was lighting up the whole page. Usually, it was something he would draw on a good day, but now all he could feel was a sinking in his stomach as Medda leaned over to look at it.

“’M sorry,” he said. “I know it’s dumb. I was just bored, and, uh, I’ll throw it away. Sorry.”

Medda was shaking her head, and now he was starting to brace himself to watch her crumple it up and throw it at his head. Yeah, she’d never done anything like that before, but there was a first time for everything. 

“Oh, honey,” Medda breathed. “Why on Earth would I want that?” She smoothed the drawing out on the table. “This is beautiful, Jack, and I’d be surprised if I’m the first one to tell you that you’ve got real talent. Natural aptitude, I’d call it.”

Jack blinked. “Altitude?”

“Aptitude. It means you have a big future in front of you.” She got to her feet, putting a hand on the back of his neck and smoothing his hair. “And I can’t wait to see you get it, kid.”

There was a long list of things Jack had been expecting. That definitely had not been on that list. He didn’t know what else to say except for the obvious: “Uh, thanks, Mama.”

“Any time,” Medda said, patting his head. “Now, speaking of it bein’ Friday and all, I’m making pizza. Why don’t you give your hands a break and come down to help me?” 

Jack shrugged. “If it’s okay with you.”

“Honey, trust me,” Medda said, pulling him up under the arms and leading him over to the door, “there’s nothin’ I love more.” 

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Silver Lining Chapter 4

If you’re ever gonna find a silver lining, it’s gotta be a cloudy day

A ClydexReader fanfic

Word Count: 3,677

Warnings: cursing, a detailed mention of abuse 

Silver Lining Masterlist

This one’s a bit of a doozy my dudes, apologies in advance for the angst. Also, thank you for all the kind words about this fic, they’re greatly appreciated!

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Clyde and the landlord were shooting the breeze outside the house when she arrived. Ten minutes early, as per usual. She parked her car in the short driveway and opened the door. She was wearing a flannel, sleeves rolled up and open, with a plain fitted shirt underneath. She had on blue jeans and the same beat-up sneakers she’d worn since she’d arrived weeks ago.

She smiled as she stepped out of her car, greeting both of them warmly. She turned on the charm with the landlord, doing her usual personal-question-dodge and wound up spending ten minutes just talking to him about his family. He warmed up to her as quick as can be, shooting an approving look at Clyde. After a few more minutes of chit-chat, the landlord motioned for them to follow him into the trailer, opening the door and letting them inside.

It was a single-wide model. One bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen and just enough room to fit a couch in the living space. It was pretty broken-in and smelled of stale cigarettes but it was cheap and there was a small garden out front. Clyde wasn't sure how she felt about it at first, she was quiet as the landlord took them from room to room, but at one point she turned around to face him and he could see the excitement in her eyes.

When the tour came to an end, she asked some general questions about rent and utilities and such, charming her way into doing a cash payment once a month. The landlord wasn't sure about it at first, it wasn't very legal after all. She promised to take extra good care of the place, ensuring him that she didn’t do drugs and that she wasn't planning on throwing any wild parties. She even offered to bring him and his family cookies from time to time. He fell right into it, agreeing to the cash payments and making her promise to bring those cookies over soon.

“When would I be able move in?” she asked, wringing her hands,

“As soon as you hand me first and last month’s rent,” he said. She immediately dashed out of the trailer, leaving Clyde and the landlord to give each other a look.

She dashed back in a few moments later with a roll of bills wrapped with a rubber band in her hand.

“This should be all of it for both months,” she handed the roll to the landlord, who looked slightly shocked.

“Maybe I should start working for you Clyde,”

Clyde just shrugged.

“He does pay well,” she patted her boss’ arm as she spoke to the landlord, “So can I move in today?”

The landlord chuckled and handed her the keys.

“All yours darlin’, I’m a few parts down if you need anythin’,”

She thanked him profusely, shook his and and he left, closing the door behind him. She let out a laugh, jumping in excitement. She took both of Clyde’s hands in hers, smiling wide.

“Thank you. For everything. I’ve never had my own place before. This— this is just amazing,”

His instinct was to flinch back, he didn't let people touch his prosthetic. But he relaxed to her touch when he looked at her face and saw how her eyes shone with excitement.

“It’s nothin’, I’m glad you like it here. Is there anythin’ I can help you bring in?”

“Such a gentleman, but I don’t have much. Just my bag,” she let go of his hands and let him follow her outside to her car. She opened it and grabbed a large backpack from the back seat.

His heart dropped. Was she living out of this backpack this whole time? What happens to a person to make them leave wherever they are with only a backpack? She caught him looking at her, and he felt his cheeks grow hot. He followed her back into her new home, awkwardly waiting by the door.

“I’ll check out of the Super 8 on the way to work, I just wanna enjoy being here right now,” She threw her bag on the worn-in couch in the living space and started opening all the windows in her trailer. “It reeks of cigarettes in here, I’ll have to scrub this place clean,”

“Jimmy and I are right next door if you need anythin’,” he offered, not knowing if he should leave.

“Actually,” she turned to him, taking a step so that they were nearly chest-to-chest, “Do you mind if I use your kitchen? I haven't had a real meal in months and I’d like to cook something up. I dont have any utensils yet, and you and Jimmy are more than welcome to have as much as you want’,” her voice slipped into the honey-tone she’d just used on the landlord as she spoke.

“Now that’s temptin’ an all but you don’t gotta turn your charm on me,” he said. She looked at him with her doe eyes, and he realized then he’d never be able to say no to her.

“I don’t know what you mean Clyde,”

“You do it with the customers and I just watched you do it with the landlord, you try to charm people when you wanna switch stuff in your favor,”

She put her hands on her hips and her eyes crinkled as she looked up at him.

“You just got me all figured out, dont you? Alright, I promise I won’t use all that on you anymore. But I’ll ask as a friend: Can I use your kitchen with the promise that I’ll cook whatever you and Jimmy want?”

“As a friend,” he started, making her smile, “You are welcome over any time,”

“Thank you,” it was said softly, in a tone she had never used around him before.

He nodded and closed the trailer door behind him as he left.

———————————

“I haven’t seen this much food in your fridge since before mama passed,” Mellie said, closing the door to the Logan brother’s refrigerator with a cold beer in her hand.

It was past midnight at the Logan house when Mellie made a surprise visit with a case of beer. Clyde had closed the bar early since it was dead that night, and Jimmy didn’t have work the next morning so they decided to indulge with their sister.

“You-know-who’s been comin’ to our place all week to cook, lettin’ us take as much as we want,” Jimmy explained.

She raised her eyebrows at Clyde, who took a long swig of his own beer before talking.

“She’s still settlin’ in to her place, we have all the utensils she needs and we’re gettin’ some nice home cooked meals, I don’t see what the issue could be,”

“Is it any good?” She asked Jimmy.

“No complaints here,” The older brother said.

“Then there’s not problem,” she popped the can open and smiled at Clyde. “People have been askin’ about her in the salon, y’know,”

“Didn’t think there was much to ask about,” Clyde mumbled.

“That’s the problem, no one really knows anything about her. She just up and came in to town one day. No one knows who she is or where she’s from,”

“Does is really matter?”

“I mean, a little? Look, you trust her. And me and Jimmy trust her because you trust her, but don’t you think that she's kinda sketchy?”

“I do not, because I mind my own business unlike the women who sit in your salon chair,”

Mellie started to speak when a knock was heard at the door, followed by the sound of someone letting themselves in. The subject of conversation poked her head into the room the siblings were in.

“Hi, sorry to burst in, I just realized I left my phone here earlier,” She grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter, not catching the look the siblings shared while they tried to figure out whether she’d heard them or not. “Sorry to bother you, have a good night!”

“You’re not botherin’ us, stay for a beer,” Mellie said suddenly, clearly feeling guilty. The girl stopped walking towards the door and caught Clyde’s eye, raising her eyebrows as if to ask if it was okay. He nodded.

She walked towards the siblings, grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting down with them.

“So, what’re we talking about?”

“Jus’ family stuff,” Jimmy said, avoiding her gaze.

“Jimmy was talkin’ about the Easter Fair that’ll be happenin’ in Boone in a few weeks, his daughter wants to go,” Mellie said, going back to an older conversation from that night.

“That sounds fun, we used to have one of those up where I was,”

“Oh?” Millie said, giving her middle brother a look. She had never spoken about where she came from before.

“Yeah, we had an Easter Fair, but the weather is a little different from where I’m from. It’s usually pretty rainy this time of year, so its not really as fun as it could be. Kids always get muddy during the egg hunt, parents have learned to let them wear clothes they dont mind getting dirty that day,” she laughed to herself with that one.

“Does it rain a lot where you’re from?” Jimmy asked, trying to get her to keep talking about herself.

“Not too much, its mostly during the spring and maybe a few thunderstorms in the summer. We have other festivals around where I’m from too, one for strawberries, one for garlic, we even started having a cupcake one recently,”

“They have a whole festival just for garlic? That’s gotta smell,” Mellie crinkled her nose.

“I never went to that one personally, but I heard they just had people walking around with whole bundles of it hanging from their hats. They would deep fry the cloves too for people to eat, which sounds gross but is it really a fair if something isn't deep fried?”

“I reckon it isn’t,” Jimmy said, laughing at the idea.

The siblings seemed to grow more comfortable from there, conversation and beer flowing for a few hours after that. They shared stories about weird town traditions and regional foods. It was past 3am when things started to wind down. Clyde let Mellie crash in his room, insisting on taking the couch. Jimmy went back to his room, giving his brother a not-so-sly wink before shutting the door.

“I should head back, It’s late,”

“They sleep like rocks, especially after drinking, so you dont have to if you don’t wanna,” Clyde said, starting to gather up the empty beer cans to throw away.

“I don’t wanna intrude,” she said, finishing off her fourth beer and throwing it in the bin her boss was holding.

“Y’ain’t,” he said simply.

“I-I heard you guys earlier,” she said quieter. Clyde let a breath out his nose and turned to face her once the cans were cleaned up.

“I’m sorry about them, they got no business askin’—”

“I understand where they’re coming from, it’s not like I do a lot of talking,” she admitted, cheeks slightly pink from the alcohol.

“It’s none of their business what you tell people. If you don’t wanna talk, you dont have to,”

“I know, and you've been so understanding and kind and you’ve never pushed me to talk and I’m so grateful for that,”

“It’s just basic kindness,”

“Thats part of the problem Clyde, I haven't experienced a lot of kindness. This is overwhelming to me. It shouldn't be but it is,” she put her hands on his, making his breath hitch, but he didn't pull away. “I—I wanna tell you, I—“

“You’ve been drinkin’ I don’t want you to regret telling me in the mornin’—”

“No, I want this, I’ve been holding this on my own for months and if I’m gonna talk about it, I want it to be with you,”

Her gaze held steady with his. Her eyes were gorgeous this close up. He squeezed back with his flesh hand.

“If thats what you want, I’m listenin’ to you,” he said, keeping his hands in hers. He guided her so they sat on the couch.

She gave a shaky sigh as she began to speak.

“I came here — because I was running away. From my fiancé. We had been together since college and things were great at for such a long time but then we moved in together a couple of years ago after graduation and he— he changed. Or maybe he was always that way and I didn’t want to see it,

“It started out with little things. I’d do something stupid like throw out the newspaper before he finished reading it and he’d get angry and break something. But he’d always apologize and replace it, so I thought it was okay. But it would start to escalate and he eventually stopped taking his anger out on objects and started taking it out on me,” Her voice broke on the last word, lips pressed together like she couldn't decide whether to keep going to not.

“He’d always apologize after. He’d say it was a mistake, that he didn’t mean it, that it would never happen again. And things would be great for a few months after, but it kept happening and I kept staying with him and believing him like a fucking idiot,” her voice became more punctuated as she spoke.

“There was one time I left the apartment after a fight, I had turned off my phone and went to a park and just needed to clear my head. I turned my phone back on after a few hours and saw almost a hundred text messages and dozens of missed calls from him. They’d say he was sorry one minute and the next would be how he cant live without me and he was going to kill himself and that it would be my fault if he did because I didn't love him like he loved me. And so I went back because how could I let someone kill themselves because of a mistake they made?”

“And it just kept getting worse and worse and then for Valentines Day I messed up the reservation at the restaurant we were gonna go to and—” her hands gripped his, nails digging into plastic and flesh.

“—And I woke up three days later in the hospital with him over me, telling me he was so happy I was okay and that he was so sorry and that I can’t tell anyone it was him who did this because they’ll send him to jail and all this fucking bullshit about how he loved me.

“And thats when I knew. It took me winding up in the hospital on fucking Valentines Day to realize that he didn't love me and that I was gonna die if I stayed with him. That he could threaten suicide all he wanted because thats all it was. A threat. But what he was doing to me wasn't a threat, it was real,”

She wasn't looking at Clyde at this point, and he was thankful for that because he was filled with so much disgust and rage that he was having trouble breathing evenly at this point.

“And so a few days later when I knew he had to leave the hospital and go back to work I checked myself out and went back to our apartment and picked up everything important, shoved it in my backpack, got in my car and started driving. I got to the first ATM I could find and withdrew my limit on my credit card so he couldn’t track me though it but I’d still have some money. I turned the location off on my phone then turned off my phone, and drove in whatever direction the highway took me. And after about twelve hours, exhausted and out of painkillers from the hospital, I wound up here.” her hands left his to make a general motion around her.

“I didn't know if I was gonna even stay here, its nothing like home. It’s rural, out of the way, I didn't know anyone here. I mean, what was I gonna do in West Virginia?”  She looked at him again, eyes red and slightly puffy but no tears. “And then you gave me a job and I had a reason to be here, and I liked being here. I felt a little more secure, making money, having a place to heal, and I liked working with you,”

Her talking about him softened his rage a little. He reached out to touch her, tucking her hair behind her ear, resting his hand on her shoulder before speaking to her softly.

“You didn't deserve any of that y’know, that was him and not you. Anything you coulda done wasn't permission for him to do that to you,”

“It’s taken a lot but I’m starting to realize that. I’ve been reading a lot of stuff online at the library. There’s a lot of domestic violence survivor websites and they’ve helped me a lot. And being around you and Mellie and Jimmy. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness, even as a complete stranger, and I really can’t thank you enough,” A few tears started to fall, and she swiped them away quickly.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world. Don’t let anyone tell you different,” he said, thumb brushing against her wet cheek. The alcohol in his system making him bolder. “An’ if I ever see that man he won’t make it out of this county in one piece, i can promise that,”

“I don’t doubt you, but I hope that doesn't happen. I just want my life back, I’ve lost enough of myself,” She caught herself on her last words, squeezing his prosthetic hand. “Im so sorry, I didn't mean it like that. God, that was stupid of me. I’m crying over this and not even thinking about what you’ve been through,”

“Its fine, I know what you mean. What happened with you is a different kind a loss, but its not any less of one. I take it this was the ‘accident’ you were mentionin’ when you lost your tooth?”

“Yeah, it got lost in the mess. And the doctors were more concerned about my cracked ribs and stuff so the window to get the tooth back in got kinda lost,” Clyde inhaled sharply at the though of the kind of force needed to crack someones ribcage. She took notice, elaborating on her injuries.

“It still kinda hurts. I’ve been icing it and breathing deeply and taking ibuprofen, which is what the doctors told me I could do when I was checking out. I just kinda have to wait it out on them,” She lifted her shirt and twisted her body, showing the faint yellow and blue bruises that ran all the way up her side. “It was bright red at first, then bright purple, but its been healing okay, doesn't hurt as much anymore,”

He realized he’d been having her carry boxes and taking down chairs and lifting all sorts of heavy things as the bar and shame washed over him. What if she had gotten hurt again?

“Luckily, nothing is scar tissue, its all bruises that have faded. I must’ve had on a quarter of an inch of foundation on my face when I first walked into Duck Tape. I took pictures of everything as soon as I got my phone, to document it all, you know, and its a lot better than it was,”

“I had you doin’ heavy liftin’ at the bar, you could've asked me to have you just do the light stuff,” he said, still feeling regret.

“Clyde, you go in there every day and manage just fine, I figured I had no excuse to not do the same,”

He watched as she ran her hand over his prosthesis absentmindedly as she spoke, to where plastic meets flesh. She was gentle, but not in a way that she made him out to be fragile. They were featherweight strokes that almost tickled. They were playful. Intimate.

“I was headin’ back from my second tour in Iraq,” He said softly, “We were almost at the airport when a bomb went off near our truck. I woke up a few hours later. Doctor said I was lucky I survived, but then I realized where my left hand was supposed to be there was just a stump, and I didn't feel so lucky,” She continued to touch him, but looked up at him as she did. There was no pity in her eyes, just empathy.

“They had me go through the physical therapy and gave me the prosthetic once I was back stateside, its been almost four years but sometimes it doesn’t feel real, like I’ll wake up and it’ll be there agin. But this is real life, and I’m doing my best to accept that,” he looks down to watch her fingers ghost over him. She stops and moves to bring his hand up to her face, kissing the plastic lightly.

“Thank you for telling me that, I’m sorry you went through that, you're much more than what has happened to you,”

He had heard “I’m sorry” a millions times before. He couldn't blame people for saying that, what are you supposed to say to someone who's had their hand blown off? But “you're much more than what has happened to you”? That struck a place inside him he didn't know existed.

He wasn’t one for hugs, or any physical contact for that matter, but he had swept her into one before he could stop himself. He’d blame it on the beer later on. She wrapped her arms around him in response, burrowing into his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head, breathing in her smell, playing with her hair.

“We’re quite a combo of trauma aren't we?” her voice vibrated in his chest as she spoke.

“I suppose so,” He chuckled. They sat like that for a while. She started to lightly trace circles on his back though his shirt, changing up the patten ever so often. They embraced the silence, the only noise coming from the spring peepers outside.

“Clyde?” she said after a while.

“Hm?”

“I’m glad we met,”

He breathed in her scent again, ghosted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Me too,”

[httpwinston]

"WE ARE NOT AFRAID"(It Fanfic)

sorry for the random caps I wrote this on word and I tried to fix some but it would take me forever and I'm lazy XD

chapter 1, chapter 2

Chapter three -"fucking clown”

beverly was the first loser to see the picture about her two bestfriends and the rude caption on top of that picture that made her want to hurt molly it said

"wow when you thought it was a rumor?"

then richies dad saw it you would have guess what his dad done he beat him with a belt not with his hands like it always was and he grabbed the belt from his dad and started to punch him every bad memory came back.

richies mom she was a drunk and didnt care but she was slapping richies back yelling "richie stop!!" but he wasnt doing this for him he was doing this for the love of eddie.

eddie he was sitting in his room his mom already knew he was gay but she said great so you wont get a girl pregent but she didnt like richie.

eddie was worried about what richie would do about the picture wouild he not talk to me? eddie thought but richie wouldnt do that.

until eddie saw cop cars outside ritchies house he saw ritchie with handcuffs on he said" richie what happend?"

"you have to get away?" one of the officers said.

"what happend?"

" you need to get away from my son fag you changed my son into liking males!" his dad said.

"fuck you ass whipe dont make it seem like you are a good guy because you have abused richie longer then i have known him" he fricked out because he just said something.

ritchie looked happy because someone has helped him but scared at the same time.

" is this true richie?" the officer said.

"why did you think i attacked him sir" ritchie said.

"they dont know what they are talking about you have no proof that i did any of that stuff" his dad said.

"well we did find drugs in your house" the guy got the hand cuffs off of ritchie and put them on his dad.

"you have no proof!"

"yes we do mr.tozier! now shut up"

and he pushed him in the cop car.

"i know you are a good kid richie someone has been calling the station they've heard someone getting hurt...i didnt know it was you...and im guessing your father was the bruise on your face"

"yes sir"

"come down to the station tommrrow you to eddie"

"and does your mom do the drugs to or is it only your father"

"no its only my father sir"

"okay your moms only a drunk?"

"yes sir"

"does she hit you?"

"no sir"

then the officer went into his cop car and went away.

richies mom hugged him and started crying and saying sorry richie was happy that his dad was gone that means his mom would be a better mom.

well for eddie it was akward yes he was happy for richie but his mom was a bitch to richie but what eddie didnt know was that richie's mom got drunk to forget about it.

"hey eds do you wanna eat at my place"

"yeah rich"

they walked in you can see that the house was a mess and ritchies mom was cleaning it up.

"hello miss.tozier" eddie said.

"eddie its been a while since ive seen you...your mother probably didnt want you over here" she said emmbaressed at everything that happend.

"well im getting pizza because we dont have anything mom"

"okay richie"

and til that day richies mom stop drinking she is working at a hair shop shes not a stripper anymore and richie was glad because everyone was making fun of it.

the post that molly posted it flooded with good comments and hate comments but she took down every picture in dairy no one knows why.

"eddie im sorry about richies father calling you that word...he can be so mean...i remember when he wasnt like that...and i hope you know i want you to know ive always wanted you and rich to be together"

"thanks miss.tozier"

"eddie you are so nice im not use to it"

"miss. tozier?...can you promise me something?"

"yes eddie? what is it?"

him and miss.toizer were doing the dishes while richie went to get pizza.

"can you please keep that bastard away from my richie"

"yes eddie i will he has a restraining order when he gets out of jail"

he hugged miss.toizer and she hugged him back.

"if you wanted to date my mom eddie all you had to do was ask... i can have mrs.k"

and they seprated there hug and they all laughed.

then after all that happiness eddie went home

"hey eddie were you at the toizers house?"

"yeah mama"

"you know i dont like them eddie"

"mama i dont care if you dont like them okay richie is everything to me mama i love him you cant change that he maybe an asshole but hes my asshole mama and you cant change that"

"whatever eddie if he hurts you dont cry to me"

eddie really hated his mom that night while "it" was looking through billy and beverlys window.

and ben looked up from that computer and he saw a figure of it himself and screamed his mom walked in and hugged him and telling him to calm down.

and mike saw it to that night he had to drive to that meat capartment agian and he saw it agian.

richie was at eddies house and they were making out and about to do it but eddie had to pee.

but then richie was laying in the bed alone when eddie went to the bathroom and eddies mom  she went to bed.

"eds! eds! i think i see that fucking clown! at billys"

"rich if this is a joke..."

he walked out of the bathroom and went into his room looked out the window and saw what richie saw.

richie ran to the phone and called billy but billy and beverly were watching nightmare on elm street.

then billy heard the phone ring he picked up and paused the movie.

"i dont want to freak you out billy but the fucking clown is back and he is at your front door!"

"r.ritchie s.stop j..jokeing"

"im not billy as i would fucking love to be joking right know im not"

"f.fuck i thought we got r.rid of it"

"whats going on billy?" beverly asked confused but when she heard "it" she freaked.

then someone knocked on billys window

it was eddie and ritchie

"guys hes gone.." thats what eddie said.

"h.how did he c.come back?"

"i dont fucking know but why is this clown back?"

"we should get ben?"

"yeah we should and plus we dont really hangout with him because hes never around" said eddie.

"yeah but tommrrow hes probably asleep" ritchie said.

and they all sat in one room watching nightmare on elm street in billys room.

[thedoctorisadhd]

what's once on this island about?

i hope ur happy anon, bc this took me literally like six hours im not exaggerating even a little

short answer: so u take the original plot of the littlest mermaid and u plunk it down rIGHT in the middle of 1920s haiti, right

long answer (like, REALLY long answer. like REALLY long. im sorry i dont know how to summarize when there are so many good things):

“there is an island where rivers run deep…”

“where the sea, sparkling in the sun, earns it the name, ‘jewel of the antilles.’”

“an island where the poorest of peasants labor —”

“— and the wealthiest of the grand hommes lay.”

“two different worlds on one island!”

“the grand hommes, owners of the land and masters of their own fates.”

“and the peasants, eternally at the mercy of the wind and sea, would pray constantly to the gods.”

those are the four storytellers, beginning the play. lydia started the first line, then abby, then dori, then natalie, and repeat.

(oh yeah, also this is the jr version. also, i dont know everything bc i was backstage the majority of the time)

so the gods that the beach people / peasants are dancing to, theres 4 of them. asaka (played by lavanya in our production) is the goddess of the earth, erzulie (played by luke who’s closeted, so i change it to a god, erzulio) beautiful goddess of love. agwe (played by ian) is the god of the sea, and papa ge (eli, of course, and it’s literally pronounced papa gay), my personal favorite, is the sly demon of death

and this is all described in the first number “we dance”

stay tuned yo it gets better.

(its so good. dont ever listen to any version besides the chatham one i can guarantee you that any non-eli papa ge, any non-luke erzulie / erzulio, any non-lavanya asaka, any non-ian agwe, any non-lydia / dori / abby / natalie storyteller will not be as good)

so basically theres this storm, and in this storm is a little girl and the gods are like “no papa ge we’re not killing her you fuck” and they irresponsibly plunk her down in a tree

and so tonton julien (ben) and mama euralie (izzy) come along & are like “holy shit a kid” (and this girl is crying her eyes out of course bc as mr adam creatively put it to the girl who played young ti moune, “you were just dropped in a tree by some randos you’ve never seen before in your entire life”) but like theyre poor and dont have a lotta food and shit so they try to leave but the gods, showing some small modicum of responsibility, like, use the force to pull them back. so these peasants adopt ti moune and name her ti moune and theres a whole big number about her growing up called “one small girl” which i quite like actually

then ti moune is grown up (sammie) and she sings about like “whats my destiny yo” all naive in “waiting for life” and sees a car which is a big ol lead-in to the next number. which brings us to

so in the beginning of “rain” theres this HILARIOUS section of dialogue with the gods picking mangos and here it is bc i cant not include it man

asaka: 🎵 pick a mango! 🎵

agwe: 🎵 a juicy mango! 🎵

erizulie: 🎵 a lovely mango! 🎵

papa ge, being Himself: 🎶 a poison mango! 😈 🎶

[all of the other gods look at papa ge]

anyway, after that theyre all proposing things to do to get ti moune less naive, with such wonderful suggestions from these dumbasses as “splash her with a wave” and “scare her half to death”. and then erzulie is like “yeah u do that imma give her what she wants bye” and the other gods are like “????????????” and shes just like “You Heard Me” and just goes like “Love Can Conquer Anything!!!!!!! :)))))))) ❤️💞💕💚💛💙💜💝💘💗💖❣️” and papa ge is like “that’s bullshit this whole thing is bullshit that’s a scam fuck the love here’s like two reasons why” and they argue (and asaka remarks that this is “more amusing than mangos”) and the gods are all “HMMMM🤔🤔” and then they all go “A BET!”

and the gods all start like pitching in to set up this bet, so like erzulie gives her strength and asaka’s gonna guide her but then papa ge interrupts like “IM GONNA MAKE HER CHOOSE” and then johnny boy i mean ian i mean agwe then calls dibs on choosing the circumstances of the bet

and u remember that car right? well ian agwe is like “that. thats the place where the 2 worlds meet” and he creates a big ol storm and in the song he says (one of my favorite lines, actually) “rain makes the road such a dangerous place” (he did amazing in that song but i feel kinda bad bc like. he was overshadowed by the other gods who are all incredible singers, and parts of it were too low for him. like, eli can sing as high as he did, but ian really cant sing that low)

also they used the fish flags from the seussical two years ago when sammie’s sister sidne played the cat in the hat. i always found it hilarious that dori of all people they couldve chosen played a fish

ANYWAY. so the car is goin down the road and crash oh no a car accident. totally not what agwe was (shot)gunning for

and so ti moune pulls this guy outta the car right, and — by the way, now we’re in this super intense number called “pray” — and this song is real fuckin good alright.

my opinion upon this is based almost solely on the fact that within the first like ten lines of this epically long song a peasant, talking about the guy that got pulled outta the car (daniel, that’s his name), says, literally: “papa ge wants him!” i will remind you that papa ge is pronounced “papa gay” and what makes it even more astronomically fuckin funny is that both hank, the guy that played daniel, and eli, who as u may know played papa ge, are mlm.

anyway no one wants to help daniel even tho he’s Actively Dying bc Fuck The Grand Hommes, Am I Right Guys We Cant Do Anything Were Peasants And There Is Sanctity That We Must Never Talk To Look At Or Think About A Single Grand Homme, Ever™ but ti mounes gonna help him bc Fuck You Guys and she keeps him alive while tonton julien goes to find the guys family after she’s Finally persuaded the guy to do this

and ti moune doesnt sleep for Three Fucken Days by the way. thats important in the next number

also daniel is supposed to be good looking so of course ti moune Falls In Love With Him despite never having seen him before in her entire life, and also hes unconcious the Whole time. i dont understand the heterosexuals

anyway, tonton juliens at the gate to daniels family hotel and he’s like “pls let me in i need to speak to monsieur beausome!” and the gatekeepers like “get the fuck away my guy” and hes like “no but its urgent!!” and the gatekeeper SLAPS BEN [LAST NAME REDACTED]*

so ben i mean tonton recovers and like seriously gets down on his knees and begs and the gatekeeper is still like “FUCK! NO!” and then ben fucking [last name redacted]* SCREAMS SAVAGELY “I HAVE FOUND HIS SON!” HOO BOY

and then at the end of pray you hear a long high note and then one specific girl takes it HIGHER ????????? idk who it is for sure but im willing to put my money on lavanya bc jesus christ can that girl sing

*people always say bens full name when referring to him for some reason, so it’s not ben bc which ben? it’s not ben b. it’s ben [last name redacted].

so pray goes ge STRAIGHT into forever yours. not the reprise, thats later.

so. forever yours. in a STUNNING turn of events (sarcasm. absolutely the least stunning thing after the whole “papa gay wants him” in pray), the VERY fucking FIRST LINE IN THIS WHOLE FUCKING STUPID HEARTFELT SONG is literally ti moune saying “i am a tree, holding away the storm”. are you fucking serious. are you kidding me. you waste the first line on that monstrosity,

anyway basically what happens in this is ti moune is singing about tending to daniel here it is

i am a tree holding away the stormhere in my arms i’ll keep u safe and warmeven the gods wont dare to cross this linewhere my life is forever yoursand you are mine

and on that last word, “mine”, papa ge joins in and it is fuckin CHILLING, not LEAST bc eli has the voice of a fuckin angel (and sammie too, but i think eli’s is just slightly better)

so eli stalks in and the first thing papa ge does, in a True demonstration of the gay / ge agenda, is Drag The Het.

(then he goes on to say “this boy is mine”)

so eli’s also got a knife (a fake one) and this is another Important Thing so yeah

anyway sammie ti moune should “TAKE MINE FOR HIS.” (her life she meant) and papa ge is SHOOK. he just … stops. “wot”

so yeah. ti moune, in one of The most IMPRESSIVE displays of heterosexual tomfoolery and ridiculousness i have Yet Seen (scene), trades her life for this Complete Fuckin Stranger she pulled out of the car wreck whomst has not as of yet spoken a Single word to her bc HE’S BEEN UNCONSCIOUS THE WHOLE TIME!?

and heres another good line, the first gay daddy nico diangelo himself eli papa gay papa ge has had since “wot”: i am the road / leading to no return

(and this is also where eli goes REALLY high. like not for basically everyone else, but for him)

then daniels two dads apparently, grant and hugh, pick him up and take him back to the hotel and ti moune is like “NOOOOOOO” and makes mama and tonton let her leave to go find daniel, and frankly i am not very interested in this specific part of the song so fuck that i skipped it lmao lets get to lavanyas fuckin SOLO

alright. “mama will provide”. exactly what it says on the tin, taking it into account that asaka would be mother earth i guess

really all this one is is lavanya’s fuckin angelic voice and What Exists In Nature, and i cant very well put lavanya’s voice down on the page for yinz to hear can i? the only notable thing i can really think of besides this next piece a dialogue  will share w u is in the beginning theres a bunch of ensemble doing weird repeating acapella and some hopping in like frogs. “COO COO coo coo cOO COO COOO” “SHAH shaSHA-ah” “buuuuu BUM! BUM! bum” its sounds slightly weirder than it is

anyway here’s the best dialogue:

everyone: MOSQUITOS??

asaka: HA!

ACT TWO HERE WE FUCKIN GO ALRIGHT

ok, so ti moune finds daniel who doesnt know who she is bc, you know, he was unconscious the entire time. she gets him to know she was the one who nursed him tho. and they go to the front of the stage and ti moune sits and daniel puts his head on her lap. again, poor hank

now, “human heart”. jesus. i have literally cried over this song.

so erzulie goes out on stage to where hank is slowly suffering, probably, and sings this GODS DAMN BEAUTIFUL SONG about like, love n shit i guess. the storytellers and the other three gods act as a sort of choir. that’s pretty much all there is to say about human heart tho. moving on

ok so for “pray (reprise)” the gossipers (which are apparently supposed to be the storytellers, but fuck that thats lame, give my Cool Hoes lianna and taylor parts tbh) go out on stage and sing about how daniel is spending all his time w a peasant and shes a witch and yadda yadda yadda. and then theres some lame romance shit that i dont have fuckin time for

anyway, the song culminates with daniel’s father comin out on stage (lmao). which father, u ask? he had two of em? well that was grant and hugh, this one’s iain. conclusion: daniel has three polyamorous gay dads. this is the gayest production of a play ive ever seen. i mean papa ge? “papa ge wants him”? the fact that tonton means uncle so mama euralie and tonton julien arent married? “this boy is mine” coming from daddy gay himself? the fact that daniels last name means beautiful man? the “beautiful god of love” (as luke said, refusing to misgender himself in his introduction U GO LUKE)? the fact that out of the main cast (the 4 gods, the 4 storytellers, daniel, ti moune, andrea, mama euralie, and tonton julien) there are literally eight (8) actors who Arent straight (id bet that two others arent str8 and or / cis as well but im not sure)? just change daniel to danielle and itll be perfect

ayway daniel’s 3rd dad comes out on stage and tells him to stop this nonsense, young man ANYWAY NEXT SONG

in “some girls” the rich guys at the hotel all are doing a really lame colorless boring dance. then this girl andrea (ava) comes out and sings about the rumors about ti moune, that she’s stupid or wild, and daniel tells her to stop, then ti moune arrives and andrea really condescendingly asks her to dance for everyone and daniel encourages ti moune

so ti moune does a slow lame dance and then it gets loud and wild and fun! then when she’s done andrea goes to daniel and is like “she’s in love with you you oblivious fuck if you care at all you’ll tell her —” (unclear about what he’s caring about) and andrea is interrupted by ti moune who’s like “HI I HEARD MY NAME WHATCHA WANT ANDREA” and daniel goes and breaks her fuckin heart right

how he does this is he’s like “oops sorry i thought u would realize that we could never marry bc andrea and i are already engaged (since we were babies)”. daniel demonstrates an amazing amount of calmness about being forced to marry this girl he’s known all his life, and an incredible amount of insensitiveness bc TI MOUNE WAS NEVER FUCKIN TOLD THAT HE WAS ENGAGED. honestly i loathe literally every single character in this play except for the gods and the storytellers lmao

OK NOW FOR MY FAVORITE FUCKIN ONE WOW :~)

the reprise of forever mine.

so. ti moune is alone on stage and she goes like “gods please are u listening help me” and then. u hear. eli’s fucking amazing evil laugh and the gay himself appears

and he’s like u gotta keep ur promise ti moune im here to collect on that Soul

did i mention elis voice is beautiful? no i dont care, im sayin it again, eli [last name redacted] has the voice of an angel

anyway he’s like “u gave him ur soul, now u have to PAY” (the line he used here is “i am the price you’ll pay” and that sounds cool as shit)

and so “father homosexual,” as he was dubbed by luke, takes out his knife and sings “your life is forever mine” and holds the knife to ti mounes neck and ti moune yells “PLEASE DONT” and and and

he stops.

“trade your life for his.”

so papa ge gives her the knife and tells her to go stab daniel and he sings “i am the road that leads to no return” as he walks to the left side of the stage, and erzulie appears at the right side and sings human heart as papa ge continues with his verse from the first forever mine as ti moune struggles towards and away from daniel, straining, being pulled by opposite forces, love and death, and the two unite in singing “forever mine!” and ti moune casts the knife to the floor and screams “NO!”

and the music stops

and daniel sees the knife and picks it up

and says “why?!”

(fuckin bitch shoulda stabbed him when she had the chance)

and ti moune gets cast out and like, withers away at the gate neither eating nor sleeping, and then daniel comes to the gate with andrea at his wedding and sees ti moune and gives her a coin when she runs after him, and she collapses and the gods, sOMEHOW GAINING SOME MINISCULE VIEW OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR FUCKIN ACTIONS, all start CRYING. (erzulie won the bet) and erzulie hugs ti moune and papa ges probably off somewhere feeling sorry for himself bc you cant fuckin see him in the footage (nah, he’s off at the side of the stage with the other two gods neither of whomst you can see either), and mama euralie comes to sing this sad and pretty number “part of us” and then tonton and baby ti moune arrive as well for some fuckin reason,

and mama euralie says,

“and then the gods blessed her and turned her into —”

and then the gods hit their staffs on the floor (ian a bit gentlier bc his was falling apart bc he wouldnt stop fucking licking the fucking ribbons, ian) “a tree!”

and the tree comes up, forwards this time thankfully (phew) and and the tree fuckin cracks the walls of the hotel, get rekt scrubs, and the tree fuckin stalks daniel i guess, and daniels son sits by the tree and looks up and theres a peasant girl in its branches, and ti moune touches everyones hearts and also their livers, and everyone starts singing “why we tell the story”

also, fun story real quick, ive never actually seen eli dab i dont think (that’s something i need to accomplish real soon), and the dance he went off to the side and did with like, lydia, and agwe and ben [last name redacted] and daniels son and hugh — i guess all the boys in musical theater and also lydia, and the dance they have to do looks pretty damn like dabbing, and like, eli’s holding his staff so he cant do a true dab, really, but he can do a one armed one — but no. his dancing looks more like fuckin waving. ben [last name redacted] is dabbing, daniels son is dabbing, im like 80 percent sure ian’s dabbing directly behind eli, gloria’s dabbing in the back, but no, nOT ELI. im pretty sure he’s deliberately avoiding it smh

anyway

whOOP exciting parts over. now it’s time for Sad Half Circle Around Tree Girl i guess

“the stories that we weave,” and the storytellers and daniel’s son and the peasant girl in tree moune’s branches all come to the front and —

“there is an island where rivers run deep…”