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THE MERCY CHILDREN: A COMPREHENSIVE POST. i do mention the children in lillian's connections and bio - but given their centrality to the plot that meg and i have created, i figure it's only fair to write about the children themselves. this post contains mentions of miscarriages, post-partum depression, emotional neglect, emotional abuse and adultery. please bear that in mind while reading!

ELIZABETH EUGENIA MERCY ( b. january 1824; 22 in 1846 ). elizabeth is the eldest daughter of lillian and archie - and technically their only child when counting the paternity of the younger three ( unknown to archie ). having been born after five consecutive miscarriages, lillian had expected to feel overjoyed to finally be a mother - but unfortunately ended up with extremely heavy post-partum depression; and was unable to bond with elizabeth; something that was only worsened by lillian leaving her in the care of nannies to return to social clubs, gambling dens, parties and music performances when elizabeth was only six months. lillian has never truly attempted to bond with elizabeth, and to this day, is very disconnected from her eldest daughter. elizabeth was characterized as a "difficult" child. both archie and lillian were absent ( lillian by choice; and archie was often at work or dealing with her younger, needier siblings ); and learned to become self reliant and self soothing at a young age. when that proved ineffective, she would often act out in an attempt to garner some attention ( mostly negative ) from her parents; often stealing things from her siblings ( or johanna ), stealing small sweets from shops, verbally acting out, and bullying her younger siblings. while this behaviour mellowed out as elizabeth became a teenager, she has strained relationships with her siblings as a result.

elizabeth's relationship with lillian is as equally complicated. lillian views elizabeth as the source of her ageing ( something she is not ready to accept ); and worries that having children 'robbed' her of her youth and beauty. from a young age, elizabeth was ignored by lillian - and if not ignored, pitted against her sister victoria; or compared to her brothers, who lillian has a... better relationship with. in addition, lillian often picked apart elizabeth's looks and dress the older she got; nitpicking every spot on elizabeth's face as a teenager, remarking on weight gain and loss; et cetera. as such, elizabeth's self esteem and self image is quite low; and she craves her mother's unobtainable approval in addition to resenting johanna for receiving that affection from lillian.

currently, elizabeth is engaged to the young earl of wiltshire, richard butler - the are set to marry in spring of 1846.

VICTORIA LILY MERCY ( b. march 1826; 20 in 1846 ). victoria is lillian's second child and youngest daughter; and is the eldest out of her and edward's children ( unknown to archie; known to edward ). lillian did not anticipate falling pregnant so soon after elizabeth - especially given that she had also just made a triumphant to london's social circles, and found the sudden stop to her social life ( as pregnancy was taboo in victorian england ) stifling. again, lillian suffered from [post]partum depression during and after the pregnancy; and while lillian named victoria after herself, she still felt no connection to her daughter, and did not attempt to foster any connection afterwards, deciding that there must be a 'defect' with both elizabeth and victoria. while lillian did not make an attempt to bond with victoria, archie did; and out of all four of the children, victoria is his favourite. victoria was a bright and inquisitive child; always asking questions and interested in her father's work ( and she was never far behind archie, either ). the peacemaker of the family, victoria was often pitted against elizabeth by their mother - who used victoria as a 'model' daughter despite always finding some flaw in victoria's mannerisms, hobbies, and skills. while victoria's relationship with elizabeth is strained because of this, she is closer with her youngest brother, christopher - and the two are often in cahoots with each other. the easiest of the mercy sisters, victoria was johanna's chosen playmate - and grew up alongside her despite being a couple years older than her - though given turpin's wishes/plans, victoria never became a companion to johanna, and johanna did not become a companion to victoria as they matured.

as for victoria's relationship with lillian, victoria has been constantly ridiculed and very rarely praised by her mother since she was a child - like her elder sister, she has low self worth and is extremely critical of herself, and often doubts her achievements and goals. in addition, much like elizabeth, victoria also faced ridicule for any flaws in her appearance; with lillian comparing victoria to herself often and in a negative light; for in lillian's eyes, victoria ( and by extension, elizabeth ) will never live up to her, their mother. lillian claims that archie has spoiled victoria and made her to meek and self-critical, archie claims she is too harsh on the girl - victoria does not know who to believe; but she does wish that her mother was kinder to her, and will spend years attempting to win lillian's approval as well.

currently, she is being courted by the eldest son of the marquess of exeter, theodore courtenay.

ALEXANDER ELIAS WILLIAM MERCY ( b. november 1827; 19 in 1846 ). alexander is lillian's third child and eldest son; and is the second of her and edward's children ( again, unknown to archie and WELL known to edward ). alexander is lillian's golden child; and easily her favourite. while upset that she was once again pregnant when she did not want to be - there was one marked difference: lillian did not suffer from post-partum depression during her pregnancy and after birth. lillian was able to easily bond with her infant son; solidifying her belief that there was something wrong with her daughters that prevented her from bonding with them in infancy. while still an active socialite, lillian was present for alexander's developmental milestones, took an extremely large interest and role in his upbringing, and oversaw and managed his early education.

given his proximity to lillian, alexander was spoilt as a child; and denied nothing ( much to archie's exasperation ); he was often prone to temper tantrums when staff and his father would refuse him, worsened by lillian who was no better - and would either berate staff until they gave in, or throw a tantrum herself until archie relented. in addition, alexander was prone to tattling and snitching on his elder sisters to lillian whenever he caught them doing anything that might be perceived as 'incorrect'. this fostered competitiveness between alexander and his sisters; as alexander was constantly rewarded with affection and praise - he, in lillian's eyes, could do no wrong; even if he defied her wishes.

now, alexander is still spoilt - and archie firmly believes that the boy is a waste. having never been denied anything and handed what he desired from his mother, alexander does not enjoy being told no ( and his sisters wonder if he even understands the word ); and after finishing school as a child, has begun to study philology ( the study of languages ) at oxford. while alexander is intelligent, he is lazy - and can often be found partying or hungover; though he is the perfect gentleman ( usually ) in his mother's presence. archie, however, has threatened to cut alexander off from the family funds if he does not shape up; and intends to force him into the british navy as a way to ensure he does. this plan, currently, is unknown to alexander - who is in the beginning stages of planning his 'continental' trip to view the cities and wonders of europe with his fellow classmates - though it will become a glorified party trip if he has anything to say about it.

CHRISTOPHER ARCHIBALD MERCY ( b. june 1829; 17 in 1846 ). christopher is the second son and youngest child; and is the last of her and edward's children ( unknown to archie; known to edward ). like the three children lillian had before him, she did not plan to have him nor did she wish to be pregnant again; finding the state of pregnancy very difficult for her to navigate. even so, the pregnancy went well enough; and she found the birth no harder than any other. and much like alexander, was able to bond with christopher as an infant; and took great pride in ensuring his education and upbringing were the best that money could buy.

given lillian's ability to bond with christopher - and that he is her youngest child - christopher is the baby of the family; and receives the most amount of attention and affection from lillian, much to the upset of his elder brother, who was used to having lillian's attention and praise to himself. the brothers did not and continue to not get along; having vastly different personalities and aspirations. christopher, much like his sister victoria, was a quiet child who turned into a quiet adult; studious and eager to please. archie, having failed with alexander, also made sure to stay present with christopher; providing a much more stable foundation for christopher to grow up upon than his brother. christopher enjoyed closeness with both of his parents; and upon turning fifteen, he declared that he wished to follow in archie's footsteps and attend oxford law; going on to become a lawyer and eventually a judge like his father.

christopher was always the meeker out of the two mercy brothers - something that was not lost on lillian; who found it difficult to control alexander. when archie offered to mentor christopher, lillian took the opportunity to go behind her husband's back to christopher's biological father; who had much better connections and a larger network ( due to his own unscrupulous morals ), asking him to mentor christopher, as it was the least he could do for his son ( and it is to be noted that this is the only time she has addressed any of the children as his; first and foremost, all of lillian's children are hers. ) edward agreed - and since he turned fifteen, christopher has been mentored by edward in preparation to enter oxford, and promised a place in court if he passes the barr.

christopher, however, does not enjoy his time spent with edward. archie is a man who follows the letter and spirit of the law - serving with honour and fairness. christopher finds edward lacking in all departments, and has attempted to be distanced from this mentorship to no avail. lillian, noting that her youngest is the easiest son to control, also believes that christopher is entitled to his biological father's estate; and has plans to match-make christopher to edward's ward, johanna barker - plans that remain unknown to all three of them.

[kuekyuuq]

I have to ask...

Where do the anti-supercorp people get the idea from that Lena Luthor is xenophobic?

Are we watching the same show?

I can see how one does not like Lena.

I can see how some of Lena's actions can be considered irredeemable.

I can see that her family was/is xenophobic.

I can agree she made some horrible mistakes in judgement.

Canon told us:

Lena was fired by Lex from LuthorCorp because he thought her naive about her pro-alien stance. The same brother who analysed Lena since she was four. 

Lena was horrified when Lex tied her to a chair and made her watch his attempt to kill Superman by turning the sun red

Lena came to National City in hopes to work with Supergirl (an alien)

Lena actively re-branded LutherCorp to LCorp to get rid of the anti-alien stuff and everything else people connected with the Luthor name

Yes, Lena created an alien-detector, but her intention was one out of ignorance (of the backlash this could cause), not of hate - when Kara much later explains the potential bad the item could cause, Lena is very much listening

Lena helps Kara on several occasions, using her intel and providing it to Kara, so Kara can investigate and write articles to dismantle anti-alien organisations (e.g. Veronica Sinclair's fight club, Cadmus)

Lena helps Supergirl on several occasions, using her intel and providing it to Supergirl, so Supergirl can dismantle anti-alien organisations

Lena actively seeks to dismantle Cadmus - the anti-alien group - even before Lena started suspecting Lillian to be involved

Lena schemes against Lillian to use Medusa to kill all aliens on Earth

Lena testified both against her alien-hating mother and brother

As soon Lillian told Lena about Lex' former facilities, she starts looking into them - they are well hidden, so it does take her a while (and by this date in the show, she may still not have unearthed all of them) - and dismantles many of them / continues to give Kara/Supergirl information about them (e.g. when Kara asks Lena for tech to find missing aliens, Lena offers to look into L-Corp (= former LutherCorp) database to search for anything useful for that particular cause

Lena encourages Kara strongly to find a way to warn all aliens about the alien registration manifest being leaked - she inspired Kara to "blob"

When Lillian finds out Lena is pro-alien and helping find the abducted aliens, she has her goons try to scare her off ("nothing permanent" - the goons accidentally threw Lena off her balcony...) - even her own family sees how non-xenophobic Lena is

Lena sacrifices Jack (her former boyfriend and still potential romantically involved one) to save Supergirl (the alien) - and (rightfully) blames the human woman, who controlled Jack, for it

When Lena suspects and confirms Rhea to be an alien, she cuts ties with her - because Rhea lied to her, not because she's an alien

Lena starts working with Rhea (confirmed alien) again - to help aliens who "weren't as lucky" as Rhea's people and to further and better Earth technologies; reduce environmental damages by infrastructure / good transports / traffic.... only to be betrayed by Rhea.

Lena learns Mon-El, Kara's boyfriend, was Daxamite and has zero issues about it

Lena has no issue with Sam being half-alien, but with the Reign-half being a huge menace to Earth, so tries to stop her and save Sam

The DEO kept Kryptonite in case any of the Supers went rogue - like Batman and Oliver Queen kept theirs - Lena kept and created Kryptonite and Harun-El to ...cure cancer; to fight against sicknesses, to use as a clean energy-source, to... do good things

...yes, she lied about it. But, her not-so-wrong reasoning was "if I tell, they will take it away. If they take it away, I won't be able to do good with it."

Lena rather had Supergirl drop her than chemicals that could have harmed thousands (human and alien)

Lena becomes quick allies and friends with Brainy (admitably, in many ways he's more AI than alien...) and befriends Nia later on, too

What else does Lena do with her stash of Kryptonite and the knowledge she gained from it? When Mercy & Otis Graves irradiate Earth's atmosphere with Kryptonite, Lena already has created an anti-Kryptonite suit for Supergirl and the fact it’s already at hand saves Supergirl’s life!

That's only up to season four... 

Yes, Lena did shitty stuff in season five. Arguably, for the right reasons, but ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’...  But were any of those things xenophobic?

The problem she has with Kara in season five is NOT because she’s an alien - but because she felt betrayed, personally. Rightfully so? Eeeeeeeh.... while it surely must have hurt to learn your best friend lied to you and played two personalities, at times taking advantage of it, too - which, let’s be honest, Kara did - Kara did have her reasons (initially), it IS selfish for Lena to assume the worst and take the fact itself so personally.  But, everybody lives in their own world, I am sure - dear few readers, who took it upon yourselves to read this monster of a post - we can agree, that we all judge the world and others based on our own perceived reality, based on our own experiences, emotions and circumstance, whether we try to be better than that or not...  I’d even make the argument, Lena is more upset with her intimate friend “Kara” (whom she shared her most intimate thoughts and feelings with) having lied to her, than with “Supergirl” taking advantage of her. Being played, Lena can deal with, but trusting and seeing that trust shattered... low blow. Please, correct me if I’m wrong, but to my knowledge, the only time Lena uses Kara being an alien against her, is when she uses and reworks the Fortress of Solitude's already existing settings to trap Kara in there for long enough for herself to get a head-start on getting Myriad to work (how else was she supposed to achieve that?).  Myriad, which she wanted to use to STOP hate, including racism (xeno-cism?). Brainwashing everyone is most certainly a veeeeeeery misguided approach, but the premise of ending all hate and the resulting pain is very much like the notion of "praying for world peace" - just that Lena got sick of praying and decided to actually go ahead and do something about it ((again: notion good; (attempted) execution horrifying)).

Even Lena trapping Malefic was to that very end. She trapped Eve (human) as well on that line of thought. At the least, she offered Malefic a deal to his liking as payment...? Eve on the other hand.... 

If anything, Lena is people-phobic. She has a hard time trusting anyone, remains suspicious to a fault. ...she did effectively kill Eve on Earth-38, though, by over-writing her with Hope.

Kara forgave her aunt, who came just as close, wanting to use Myriad for very similar purposes - and then forgave Lena, eventually, just as much. The difference being, Astra died. We never got to see if Astra would have actually stopped her plan, convinced Non, and/or would have aimed / worked hard to redeem herself...

In the same episode, where Lena's attempts with Myriad failed (and Hope took the fall) Malefic, who had tried to murder multiple people as part of his revenge against his brother (and had targeted Kelly for a while, too) was set free by J'onn and sent to Mars to do good there.

The whole of National City forgave Supergirl (and her potential for going bad and for her causing actual destruction) only a week after the redK incident...

All that said:

1) Lena lied to Kara and played her. Sure, Lena felt betrayed and from her point of view, with her set of experiences and her own preexisting many traumas and (very bad) coping mechanisms, it was... well, understandable... or at least traceable. But, forgivable? That's ultimately up for her victim (Kara) to decide. And, apparently, she does forgive her. Not easily. But she does; understands both sides, evaluates, listens to others, observes the remorse, and makes her own decision / judgement... which is (initially, tentative) forgiveness.

2) The show is REALLY BAD at dealing with characters' actions’ or events' consequences. Period. There is no real consistency, 'cept that things don't have real repercussions. That is how the writers decided to write the show from season one on. If the writers think Kara forgives Lena and show it, then that's that.

3) Every time I read the notion that Lena was/is xenophobic, I can't help but wonder if anyone who claims such even watched the show.

4) Lena is not her brother. She's flawed. She makes mistakes. But for once, Lena and her character are suffering the consequences. That may not enough for the liking of Lena Luthor haters, or anti-Supercorp taggers, but it is what it is - and it is much more than most any actual bad guy had to suffer through. Bad guys with evil intentions, (mass) murderers, people (alien and human) that rationally caused lasting harm and/or trauma to their victims.

5) Lena is not xenophobic.

Kue out.

[childrenofthenightt]

That’s The Way

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: none, this is kind of an introductory/fluff chapter if you will :)

Story summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, gets pulled into the world of rock and roll on a fateful night at the Marquee Club in London when she experiences the musical phenomenon of the Five Live Yardbirds. She grows up fast, navigating her way through the downfall of The Yardbirds, the legendary skyrocket of Led Zeppelin, era-defining decadence instigated by the ‘60s and ‘70s mindset of free love and personal gratification, and finding the courage to express how she fell deeply in love with one of modern music’s greatest guitarists.

Author’s notes (from Molly of rebel-without-a-zeppelin): Hi everyone! A little disclaimer on my part: this is the first story I’ve ever shared for public consumption. I’ve been toying with this idea in my mind for a very long time now, and I’ve finally mustered up the courage to share it with you all. I hope you like it. I am incredibly honored to collaborate with Syd on this project; this is truly our baby, as it has a very long, detailed, intricate plot, so saddle up for lots (and lots) of drama! This is also a sloooowwwww burn, like really, really slow lol. Over the course of the story, please feel free to send me your theories and comments; I would absolutely love to read them. Please enjoy, and happy reading!

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3 May 1965

The sound of a car horn beeped incessantly from the front of Y/N’s house. Dropping her backpack down on her bedroom floor with an annoyed huff, she sprinted down the steps. She never did get enough time to prepare, and it was no different today. With her friend Carolyn in tow, Y/N made a beeline for the front door, the click-clack of her Oxford shoes pounding across the hardwood floor. Y/N’s mum, who nonchalantly strolled out of the laundry room with an armful of freshly washed and folded bath towels, leant against the doorframe.

“Now remember Y/N: no drinking, no drugs, no sex. No going home with strange musician guys, nor are you allowed to go to their hotel,” her mum instructed calmly, knowing she’d receive an eye roll from the girl. Her stern expression at home on her gracefully-aged face, the girls receive the speech they get every time they go out.  “You too, C. Even though I’m not your mother, I still worry about your safety.”

Both Y/N’s mum and dad had a very protective instinct over their eldest daughter, just like their other three children. Even at Y/N’s healthy age of seventeen, she longed for the freedom and trust that her older brother had gained at her age.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Carolyn replied with a little laugh.

“Mum! This is literally the fourth time I’ve been to a Yardbirds gig, and nothing bad has happened,” Y/N huffed. Her mum raised her eyebrows.

Lillian, Y/N’s little sister, walked into the foyer and surprised Y/N with a big, tight hug around her waist. Y/N gasped at the sudden contact, but chuckled when she realized it was her younger sister, and reciprocated the hug.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Y/N. Boys are icky. And stupid!” Lillian said in a whiny voice, her face muffled by being buried in Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N ruffled her sister’s muss of dirty blonde waves affectionately, rubbing her back to soothe her worries. “I promise, I will come back perfectly fine! I won’t let any boys mess with me, Lil,” Y/N said with a smile, “And when I come back, I’ll tell you everything that happened.”

Lillian gazed up at Y/N with a similar smile, her small teeth shining a bright, pearly white and her chin resting on the taller girl’s stomach. “Okay,” she said, content, before releasing from Y/N with a stuffed animal tucked under her arm.

“Where’s Charlie?” Y/N asked, hoping she could say goodbye to her younger brother before she left.

“I think he’s riding around the neighborhood on his bike with his friends,” Y/N’s mum replied with a shrug. Y/N felt a little disappointed, but she figured she’d talk to him tomorrow at breakfast about her night out.

Thomas, Y/N’s older brother, continued to honk the horn rather obnoxiously, growing quite impatient. It’s a wonder the neighbors weren’t at arms, knocking on their door. He was forced by his parents to be Y/N and Carolyn’s chauffeur to the Marquee Club in London.

“We have to go, or else Tommy will have my head,” Y/N said as she started to open the front door.

“Wait!” her mum said, sloppily placing the towels down on a nearby counter to dash to the door and give Y/N a hug and a kiss on the head goodbye. Finally pulling away her weathered hands flew to Y/N’s shoulders, and gripping them firmly, she continued, “Be good. Love you.”

“I know, I will. Love you too,” Y/N smiled, before dashing down the steps and to the passenger seat of the car. Carolyn was in quick pursuit, following her to the car and taking a seat in the back.

“It’s about time,” Tommy huffed impatiently, tapping his fingertips on the top of the steering wheel as he put the transmission into drive.

“Sorry. Mum was giving me and C a safety brief,” Y/N replied apologetically.

“Why are you two still in school uniforms?” he snorted, shifting to look over at the girls; their studious appearance of white oxford shirts, sweater vests, plaid kilts, white knee socks, and smart oxford shoes would be quite out of place among the audience at the show.

“No time to change, just like usual,” she replied, turning on the radio, soft melodies pouring out at a low volume.

The three drove in silence, except for the sound of the radio playing, until Carolyn had dozed off on the somewhat lengthy car ride. Occasional small talk between Y/N and her brother permeated the quiet that fell over the group, but it picked up when they were only a few blocks away from the venue.

“You gotta stay safe in there, Y/N,” Tommy said, looking straight ahead. His teeth clamped down sharply on his bottom lip: a dead giveaway to the nerves he must have been feeling.

“I know, Dad,” Y/N joked, punching him lightly across the shoulder. Her bright smile wavered and fell when she saw his grim expression.

“I’m serious, you know. I don’t want my sister being pestered by some wankers in a blues band.”

Y/N smirked at her brother’s sudden defensive behavior. “I can take care of myself. Trust me. This isn’t my first rodeo. You should’ve seen the first Yardbirds gig we went to. Utter chaos...” The tilt of her lips signalled that she was joking, and Tommy huffed out a laugh.

Carolyn, stretching with a grunt, had miraculously woken up just as Tommy pulled up to the front door of the Marquee. Glancing at the venue with awe dancing in their eyes, Y/N and Carolyn disembarked from the car, walking closer with the façade of calmness and competency.

“I’ll be back later to pick you girls up. Have fun, but not too much fun,” Tommy rolled his window down as he said this, winking playfully.

Y/N waved to her brother as Carolyn thanked him graciously for the ride. Arms linked, Y/N and Carolyn entered the famous Marquee. Nervousness and anticipation began to pool Y/N’s stomach as she was greeted by the decadent atmosphere of the club: the smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat hung in the air as her eyes were flashed by many people mingling about, dressed in typical mod clothing. Y/N and her friend looked at each other, feeling like aliens in their intelligent dress. They tactfully made their way through the crowd as they found their way to their usual spot, a small leather-upholstered booth set against the wall near the stage.

“Today might be the day, Y/N,” Carolyn said as they settled into their seats.

“I don’t know,” she replied, smoothing out her skirt, “the idea of that is both scary and exciting to me at the same time. We’ll just roll with the punches, I guess.”

“Which Yardbird do you have your eye on?”

Y/N smirked as she thought for a moment. “Hmm...I’m not sure. I guess they’re all pretty cute in their own way. What about you?”

“Yes, I agree. But I must admit, I do have a very soft spot for Chris Dreja.”

“I’ll pray for ya, C,” Y/N chuckled.

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Meanwhile, backstage, five live Yardbirds were performing some pre-show rituals in the hopes of easing the preliminary anxiousness. Jeff, Keith, and Jim were peeking out the little sliver of curtain that allowed them to see their gathering audience.

“Look! It’s those two schoolgirls again!” Jeff pointed to the two teenage girls in school uniforms, chatting in their booth waiting for the show to begin. They were huddled together in conversation, legs daintily crossed as their faint giggles floated over to them. Jim couldn’t help but smile at the sound, though he recovered quickly, not wanting his bandmates to get any ideas.

“What’s wrong with that? They must like us,” Keith replied.

“I think they’re both really pretty, especially the one with the Y/H/C hair,” Jim pointed out, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Yeah, maybe we should invite them backstage after the show… have a nice little chat,” Jeff winked at the singer and the drummer cheekily.

After taking a final glance at the two conversing girls, the three returned to the backstage area where Paul and Chris were. Jeff immediately enlisted Giorgio, their manager, to complete the agreed-upon mission. Jeff loosely draped an arm around Giorgio’s shoulder before bestowing the request as politely as possible. Not trying to be suspiciously polite, of course, because everyone in the band and its entourage were firsthand witnesses of Jeff’s temper and stubbornness. Yikes.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to do me a favor,” Jeff said to Giorgio with a mischievous smile.

Giorgio rolled his eyes, knowing this “favor” would have to do with scouting girls from the audience. “What d’ya need, Jeff?” he sighed exhaustedly.

“Don’t complain, please,” Jeff deadpanned. “There are two pretty birds in the audience, wearing their school uniforms. They’ve been coming to our shows for a little bit now, and they seem nice—”

“You want me to bring them backstage after the show?” Giorgio interrupted, somehow telepathically knowing, by routine, what the guitarist’s request would be.

“You finish that sentence like you know what I’m about to say.”

“That’s because I do, Mr. Beck,” Giorgio retorted sarcastically, “this happens a lot more often than you think it does.”

“Whatever,” Jeff grumbled moodily, knowing he was right, before walking back to the group of musicians in preparation.

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Y/N and Carolyn continued to gossip happily about what was happening at school, not a care in the world. They felt the stares of older men in the club, who silently disapproved of their knee socks being scrunched by their ankles, because that wasn’t the “proper” thing to do. But they didn’t care. Who are they to judge?

Every teacher scolded girls at school who did the same thing, because they didn’t want their long legs to be “tempting” or “distracting” any boys. A bloody nuisance, is what it is.

The girls were snapped from their thoughts by the sound of a heavy guitar tone being blasted through the speakers in an opening riff. Their eyes were stapled, almost transfixed to the stage as they took in the five sharply-dressed men in front of them, singing their songs and playing their instruments.

As much as Carolyn enjoyed The Yardbirds and music in general, Y/N had a rather deep connection to it, odd enough as it was. She could play the piano fairly well, so she understood where these musicians were coming from cognitively and creatively. From what she’d read in magazines about current popular musicians, like The Yardbirds for example, she liked the same music they did. Y/N understood dynamics, tempo, tone, key, and musical notation, just like they did. Perhaps she’d be able to get into an intelligent musical conversation with at least one of them one day.

Two straight hours of hits, obscure songs, and blues covers from The Yardbirds’ catalogue were played for the Marquee Club patrons, hypnotizing its drunk and high onlookers with polished musicality and instrumentation.

As the final song concluded, both Y/N and Carolyn, unbeknownst to the other, felt a sinking feeling of disappointment that fell like a pit in their stomachs. They wouldn’t have the chance to meet the band. No one from the entity had approached them yet, and momentarily the five live Yardbirds would be exiting the stage for the night.

After they said their goodbyes and thanks to the crowd, they disappeared behind the curtain. The main lights of the club brightened to signal that the show was over, as the voices of all the patrons raised in rave of the spectacular show they had just witnessed.

Discouraged, but still in light spirits at what they had just seen, Y/N and Carolyn stood up from their seat and headed for the front door. Y/N expected her brother to be waiting in front; it was late, so might as well not make him wait longer than he needs to.

Y/N and Carolyn were merely a few feet from the door when Y/N felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around to see a man with a dark beard already baring a jovial tight-lipped grin at her, the girl was quite surprised, maybe a little weirded out, but she reciprocated the gesture as genuinely as she could.

“Hello sir, what can we do for you?” Y/N greeted, discreetly nudging Carolyn to help her out and become a united front with her in front of this stranger.

“Good evening ladies, I was sent by Mr. Jeff Beck to offer you an invitation backstage to hang out with the band.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped and her face broke out into an obvious mad blush, much to her dismay. She was internally screaming. The Jeff Beck had spotted them in the crowd?! This had to be a dream.  Wait, this could be a complete drunken buffoon trying to trick them. Y/N remembered what her mother had said, and took the proper precautionary measure.

Y/N smiled in the most composed way she could. “Thank you for such a gracious invitation! Could I ask your name, if you don’t mind?”

“Giorgio Gomelsky, manager of The Yardbirds,” he replied, in a seemingly proud manner.

Okay, this was real. Y/N knew that Giorgio was definitely the manager’s name. She turned to Carolyn, who looked just as excited as she was.

“What are your names, dears?” Giorgio asked, pulling them out of their daze of what seemed like a fake reality.

“I’m Carolyn, and this is my friend Y/N,” Carolyn piped up, excited that she finally got an opportunity to speak to someone close to The Yardbirds.

She internally agreed to let Y/N handle the “diplomacy” part of the introduction, knowing that she was best at that. Carolyn knew her friend was quite shy, so she knew to step in when Y/N was starting to feel anxious. She noticed Y/N starting to fiddle with her fingers while talking to Giorgio in the most collected way she could muster; as excited as Y/N was, Carolyn knew she was growing very nervous.

“Well, it is certainly lovely to meet you both. So, what do you say? Would you like to meet the lads?”

After one final glance of excited mutual agreement, Carolyn replied, “Yes, we’d love to.”

Giorgio led the pair of girls back the way they came, through a sea of inebriated people, but this time through the backstage door. Y/N made an appoint to walk behind Carolyn, in an attempt to collect and relax herself. She was starting to sweat a little, her stomach doing flips and her hands becoming cold and clammy.

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“Our guests should be arriving any minute now,” Jeff said as he was placing his guitar back in its case.

Chris was standing and chatting with Paul in a corner when he turned around in surprise at the news. “Guests? What guests?”

“We had Giorgio invite two girls from the audience to come back here,” Jim replied, walking over to sit down in a metal folding chair.

“And why weren't we made aware of this?” Paul asked, as he walked to get another metal folding chair to place near Jim.

“It was their idea,” Keith replied, pointing two fingers between Jeff and Jim. Paul and Chris just nodded in recognition.

“I didn’t hear you disagree, Relf,” Jeff clapped back. He then told Chris and Keith to get some chairs for themselves and the two girls that would be walking through the door at any second.

Before Keith could respond, a couple knocks resounded in the room, signalling the arrival of the guests. Jacket lapels and ties were quickly straightened, even though each person was still glazed with quickly-drying sweat from the show they had just played, before the room fell unnaturally quiet as Giorgio opened the rather squeaky door.

The initial tension in the room that lasted a split second could be cut with a knife. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat already running down her back, as five pairs of eyes landed on her, Carolyn, and Giorgio, warm smiles following suit.

She felt like internally combusting.

“Boys, this is Y/N,” Giorgio broke the momentary silence by introducing her, “and Carolyn.” Y/N smiled shyly and sent them a little wave, a dusty shade of pink seeping its way to her cheeks. Carolyn’s greeting was much more exuberant than Y/N’s, as she took the initiative to go over and shake all of their hands amiably. Y/N realized she had to follow her friend in order to make a good first impression.

Knowing that the boys wanted to spend time with the girls without being chaperoned, Giorgio left the room to attend to other business affairs.

Upon first glance, Y/N was the most beautiful girl that four of the five Yardbirds had ever seen. Perfect features, long legs, a calm, gentle, sweet demeanor… Just an absolutely angelic young woman; a vision.

Jeff had obviously recognized her beauty, from seeing her at multiple shows, but he thought she was way out of his league. He decided to focus on getting her to laugh and relax around them, because he noticed just how nervous she looked. She was turning pale right in front of his very eyes! Paul and Chris began to internally question themselves, how have I not seen this girl before? She is so gorgeous! Jim had been glancing at her sporadically throughout the show, soaking up her faraway presence. He noticed how her eyes glistened in childlike wonder as she watched them do what they did best: perform the Chicago blues.

“Well, it is very nice to meet you both,” Keith replied enthusiastically. “I’m Keith,” he alluded to himself, then pointing to the other members of the group while giving their names, “and this is Chris, Paul, Jeff, and Jim.”

“I mean, we know who you guys are, but it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” Carolyn replied. Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Come and sit down! Make yourselves comfortable. We don’t bite,” Jeff joked, motioning to the open chairs. The girls smiled and accepted his invitation, Y/N taking a seat between Jeff Beck and Jim McCarty, while Carolyn took a seat between Keith Relf and Chris Dreja. The chairs were arranged in a circular formation, so each person could talk to the other with ease.

“Tell us about yourselves!” Paul initiated, “I think Y/N should go first though, because you haven’t said too much yet,” he laughed at the last part. Y/N giggled (a little too idiotically for her own liking), but she felt herself become starstruck at how her name sounded coming from one of their voices.

Y/N clenched her cold, clammy hands in her lap as a method to ease her anxiety before starting with a smile. “Well, I’m from Saint Albans. This is our fourth time, I believe, coming to see a Yardbirds gig. Carolyn and I came to see you with Eric Clapton once, and then this is the third time with Jeff.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic! I guess I see where your favor lies in terms of guitarists,” Jeff responded playfully.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N laughed, “I will admit that I love what you’ve done with the body of work. Clapton was a blues purist, which I respect, and he’s great, but I think your playing is much more interesting and unorthodox.”

Paul, Jim, and Jeff all raised their eyebrows at Y/N’s comment. They were impressed with how she understood their musicality.

“Are you a musician?” Jim asked Y/N.

“Not in your sense of the word,” Y/N chuckled, “But I’ve been playing the piano for most of my life, so I understand music. Probably more than your average female audience member,” she added with a grin.

“That’s so cool! Are you classically trained, or is it just a hobby?”

“Classically trained,” Y/N admitted to Jim shyly.

“Oh wow, so you’re the real deal,” Jeff added.

“I’m not a professional, so I’d say no,” Y/N laughed.

“You probably know more about music than all five of us combined!” Paul said.

“Well, I know that you know much more about the blues than me!” Y/N answered playfully.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Paul smiled at Y/N. She cursed herself in her mind for feeling weak at Paul’s simple sentiment, but tried to keep her composure as best she could.

The four of them, especially Jeff and Y/N, began to bond over their love for different musicians. Y/N expressed her love for Chet Atkins and his fingerpicking style, Scotty Moore’s lively soloing style, and Robert Johnson’s slide technique and open tunings, rendering the three men shocked at her knowledge on the subject. Y/N loved how easily Jeff could make her laugh, and how interested Paul and Jim were at whatever she had to say, significant or insignificant. Chris Dreja, who was in a little group with Keith and Carolyn, occasionally spaced out of his conversation to hear what Y/N had to say.

They bonded for about an hour and a half about everything and nothing, until Y/N abruptly realized that Tommy was probably waiting for a while outside for her and her friend. She apologized to the band profusely for such a sudden departure as she and Carolyn walked towards the door.

“Say you’ll come visit us again after the show?” Jeff called to Y/N as she turned towards him in the doorframe.

“Absolutely,” she smiled brightly.

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Hey Neighbor (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3997 Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of death/loss

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​​​ Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 1 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

A soft knock at pulls you away from the computer. Twisting your stiff head towards the door you smile, seeing Steve Rogers standing with a tray of coffee and a paper bag in hand marked with the logo of your favorite nearby restaurant.

“You’re a lifesaver!” you chuckled, though you meant every word as you invited Steve to sit at your desk for lunch.

Steve worked security for Stark Industries and you developed a close friendship in the years since you’ve been there. Though he was undeniably good looking, with the build of a Greek God and long lashes you were incredibly jealous of, you never saw Steve as anything other than the brother you never had.

At the time you met he was dating a girl from the building, Lillian Nguyen from accounting. You hadn’t seen much of her in person, just through the photos Steve showed you with adoration on his phone. When he began talking about looking for engagement rings you were thrilled but that excitement was replaced with anger and confusion when Steve found out Lillian was cheating on him.

He was extremely hurt and became guarded afterwards, not wanting to put himself out there again. His lack of socializing worked with your lack of a social life and on the rare occasion you had a moment free from school work Steve would often come over and hang out to binge watch shows you needed to catch up to on Netflix while you ate pizza.

The paper bag rustled as he pulled out a large sandwich, cup of soup and a salad, distributing napkins across the desk as he knows how much of a messy eater you can be. You grabbed the sandwich, tearing open the paper wrapping and sinking your teeth into it with a bite full of food too large for your mouth.

Steve laughed, as he stirred the broth of his soup. He’s witnessed you eating before, unapologetically shoveling food into your face especially when you were starving.

“You know the sandwich isn’t goin’ anywhere, right?” he joked.

Chewing a large mouthful, you grabbed a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips that you felt had a piece of food sticking to it.

“Steve,” you paused to take a sip of coffee, “I’m fucking starving. I ran out this morning and all I had here was a package of almonds that are not filling despite what you say.”

He asked the reason for your tardiness and you explained how you stayed at the cafe until closing to finish up your work, all because of your stupid neighbor.

“Have you tried talkin’ to him?”

You stared at Steve incredulously. “Haven’t gotten a chance. I gotta wait for the right moment. There’s no way I’m knocking on his door, not when he’s banging all of New York, who knows what I’d end up seeing.”

“D’ya want me to do it?”

It was in Steve’s nature to help and though you appreciated his offer you wanted to handle this yourself. You were the one that had to live next to the Music Man, it would be better to confront him alone.

“I understand,” he said, taking a swig from his water bottle. “You down to hang tonight?”

“Wish I could but before my time is sucked away by the next paper I really need to research where I could do my internship. I’m all registered for school but I need to submit the paperwork for where I’ll be doing my hours and I’m running out of time.”

“You should talk to my buddy Sam. Maybe he could get you in at the hospital.”

Sam was Steve’s friend from the gym. They’d work out together, turning everything into a friendly competition to see who could run faster or lift more. Sam was also a doctor in the emergency department of Metro-General so he might have connections. It was worth a shot so you asked Steve to text him. Still you planned on searching for more backups to be safe.

Before the hour was over Steve left to head back downstairs to the security desk and you continued your work for Ms. Hill. You had evolved to working closer with Ms. Hill, becoming more like an executive assistant to her and when necessary Ms. Potts.

In between coordinating a meeting your phone goes off with a text from Wanda, asking if she could see you over the weekend for brunch. Ironically, she ended up moving to the city after all. There was only so far she could go with her degree at home and with her mother’s blessing she came to New York to work for The Jewish Museum.

She lived in a trendy loft on Bleecker Street, decorated with her signature eclectic style. Woven rugs hung like tapestries on the wall, plants hanging down from macramé holders in front of the large windows. Her furniture was an odd mix of plush velvet tufted cushions and smooth leather arm chairs that somehow worked with the mid-century touches and industrial shelving.

Her apartment had more space which you envied, although you loved everything else about where you lived. The neighborhood was amazing, with great shops and a lot of different food options right at your doorstep. Everything was perfect, except your neighbor.

Responding to Wanda you let her know you could most likely make it depending on the workload you’d be getting from your Saturday class. You could not wait until that was over. Spending all day in a small, windowless room instead of enjoying the summer weekend made you miserable but you were close to the end, so, so close.

When the work day was over you went to meet Steve downstairs, walking over to the desk to say goodnight to the elderly security guard who’s been with the company since its inception.

“Any plans for the weekend Mr. Lee?”

The wiry white hairs that made up his mustache moved as he grinned. “Well, Joanie thinks my hair’s getting a bit long,” he smiled, running his fingers through his greyish-white strands. “She’ll have it trimmed before supper, I'm sure,” he laughed.

A smile graced your face whenever you listened to Mr. Lee, admiring the adoration he had for his wife. Steve has heard all of his stories more than once but he never tires of them either. Everyone loved Mr. Lee, especially Tony Stark, who continued to pay him a full time salary for the part time hours he worked.

The job was easy enough as he greeted visitors to Stark Industries, and signing them in to the building while Steve and some other employees did most of the security checks.

You and Steve bid Mr. Lee goodbye as you made your way to the subway. Steve didn’t live far from you and though he could have gotten off at a further stop he always walked with you to your building, partially to make sure you got home safely but also because he needed a distraction to get out of his head.

There were many times when you suggested he go out, not with the purpose of meeting someone but just to break up the monotony of his routine, but Steve lost his confidence after the breakup. For now, he didn’t want to be told what to do, he simply needed a friend and so you were there for him.

Wanda sat back against the chair beside the bistro table covered in shade. Her always changing hair color was light brown today, parting the silky strands perfectly down the middle. She was the definition of cool, despite the heat, wearing a loose scoop-necked tank top, slim ripped jeans and topped things off with a pair of motorcycle boots. Her neck was adorned with a few necklaces of varying lengths, one of which she never took off, a silver lightning bolt in honor of her late brother.

She and Pietro were twins with distinctly different personalities. Wanda was laid back, even as a child. She would actually stop to smell the roses that lined the garden of their backyard, whereas Pietro was always moving. He was an extraordinary multitasker that could not sit still.

Pietro had so many dreams, a full list of things he wanted to do in life but he was taken from the world too soon. Wanda wears the necklace as a reminder to live life to the fullest, knowing how quickly things can change.

Squeezing through the other tables to get to Wanda, you huff as you sit down and catch your breath, apologizing for being late.

“Wanda, I swear I’m going to kill him.”

“Who?”

“The fucking Music Man! I had to leave my own damn apartment again because of his stupid playing. Like, dude, could you not? You live in an apartment. Everyone hears you, everyone!”

Grabbing the glass of ice water you quickly drink most of it to soothe the dehydration of your mouth.

“And another thing, like does he not realize that we can all hear the girls he’s banging? Wanda, they’re so fucking loud. If they were still there right now I bet you could hear them from here.”

Wanda laughed at your accusation. “Oh, so they don’t stay the night? He’s a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kinda guy?”

“I guess! I hear them leave, whining at his door as they’re begging to stay over. It’s so pathetic. What’s so great about this guy anyway?” you scoffed. “I wish he never moved here!”  

With a final humph you opened the menu, your anger dissipating as you read the descriptions for everything you wanted, mouth salivating as you tried to decide what to choose. Wanda opted for the frittata while you decided to take out your frustrations on yourself with delicious Challah French Toast.

Wanda’s eyes widened as she watched you drown your meal in syrup. You hummed in satisfaction as you took a bite.

“Hmm, it’s not as good as the kind your mom makes,” you said.

Wanda laughed, “Uh, yeah, because she never used a whole bottle of syrup. Geez Y/N can you taste anything other than sugar?”

“Shush Wan, let me enjoy myself here.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at you. “Well, anyway, I wanted to tell you something exciting...” she sang, grinning widely. “Director Coulson asked me to curate an exhibit on prejudice told through Romani-Jewish art!”

“Wanda this is perfect! I’m so happy for you!” you beamed, getting up from your chair to wrap your arms around her in a proud hug.

“I know! I’m so excited. Mom’s gonna come up for the opening. I mean that’s a long time from now but fuck, I can’t wait!”

After finishing brunch you went back home to begin working on your final. It was a research paper that was worth half of your grade so you really needed to concentrate. And yet the moment the elevator doors opened to your floor you heard it, the sound of music flooding the halls coming from none other than the apartment next to yours.

Jamming your keys into the door with frustration you grunted, grabbing all the things you needed to do your work at the cafe. Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the elevator again. With your arms crossed over your chest you could feel your blood boiling beneath your skin, beating to the stupid rhythm of the stupid song that your stupid, inconsiderate neighbor wouldn’t stop playing.

The elevator dinged before the doors opened and you were like a bull, grunting and blowing puffs of air from your flaring nostrils as you were ready to charge into it. As the doors opened you stopped yourself from barreling into your neighbors that were inside.

“Whoa, Y/N!” Clint said, raising his hands up defensively, “Easy there.”

Clint lived on the floor above you along with his fiancée Natasha, whose arms were looped through his.

“Sorry guys,” you apologized. “Oh, wait.” Making your right hand into a fist you ran it across your chest in a few circular motions.

“Someone’s been practicing,” Natasha chimed in, signing her words along as she spoke to you.

Clint was partially deaf and though he used hearing aids he often signed, especially when he didn’t feel like talking to people, although you were one of the lucky ones he considered a friend. Still, you wanted to be able to communicate with him, even if he didn’t want to actually speak.

Clint was a history teacher who already tried to get you into his school for your internship but doubted you would be brought on board. There were apparently a lot of issues going on with the principal and Natasha surmised there was a big lawsuit in the works.

Natasha was an attorney, hoping to make partner at her current firm Nelson & Murdock. Clint never failed to praise her, nicknaming Natasha the Black Widow as he claimed watching her dismantle a witness was like watching a spider sink its venomous fangs into its prey.

“Where’re you guys off to?” you asked.

“Just going out for some ice cream,” she replied.

Clint laughed. “Some ice cream? No, I’m going out to eat a lot of ice cream,” he chuckled, rubbing his eager stomach.

Natasha poked the small protrusion of his belly through his shirt. “Listen buddy, we’ve got a wedding to plan. Easy on the ice cream.” Natasha brought her full lips to his for a kiss they both smiled through, knowing she was teasing him.

“What about you Y/N?” Clint asked.

The elevator doors opened and you walked out with them, explaining how frustrating it’s been that you’ve had to leave for the cafe to do your work all because of the new neighbor.

“Oh the Guitar Hero?” Clint joked. “Yeah, we can hear him too. Well, actually…” he drifted off smirking.

“Clint takes his hearing aids out so no, he doesn’t hear him,” Natasha filled in the information that had you bursting out with laughter.

“Can you hear the women too?” you wondered, considering their apartment was right above his.

“Yeah, kind of, that’s more muffled though. It’s probably a lot worse for you.” Natasha grimaced, catching the way she didn’t mean the words to come out.

It was true though, sharing a wall with the man that made your string lights bounce with every thrust. The sound was bad enough and thankfully your headphones helped with that but every night you had to shut your eyes, hoping you would fall asleep before he was through with them.

You had to give it to the guy though, the man had stamina. Still, you wanted to kill him. At least you were friends with a lawyer...

The next few days have the same result, with you coming home dead tired from work, hoping you’d be able to stay home to work on your final to no avail. You tried using the headphones in your apartment but it didn’t help. The sound was mostly blocked out but your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the anger you held towards the neighbor, knowing he was playing that same song over and over again.

You might as well live in the cafe since you’ve practically paid them your rent in coffee and pastries over the last month. You were burning out quickly and Steve decided you needed a break, bringing over pizza and beer.

Opening up the box, you smiled, staring at the bubbling cheese.

“Ahh, pizza, my one true love,” you said, plating slices for you and Steve.

Your small table was always covered in textbooks, mail and other paperwork you needed to tend to, so you and Steve took your usual spots on the couch.

After working at Stark Industries for a few months you made enough money that allowed you to finally buy much needed furniture. You adored your light grey couch, adorned with blush colored throw pillows. You threw the fuzzy white blanket over the side of the couch, not serving much purpose during the summer months other than to look like it was naturally left on the cushion in a perfectly styled manner for display.

Pushing aside the candlesticks that sat on your coffee table, you set down actual coasters for the bottles Steve opened, not wanting to ruin the veneer of the grey wood top of your rustic coffee table. A small accent rug helped define the space you declared as the living room, despite having your bed within arm’s reach beside you.

Against the brick wall is your TV, sitting atop a modern white stand with shelves for storage you’ve packed to the brim. Beside it, a large antique floor mirror leans against the brick. It was as tall as Steve who helped bring it to your apartment after you found it at a flea market. However, the thing you cherished most was the artwork of the Brooklyn Bridge that hung above your couch, painted by Steve as a gift to you.

“So,” he said, chewing quickly to swallow the food in his mouth. “I talked to Sam. He said it would be cool for you to call him about the internship.”

“Oh yeah. You really think he could help or is this just a rouse to give him my number?” you half-joked.

Steve laughed deeply, wiping away a bit of oil the pizza leaked onto his chin. “Nah, it’s definitely about the internship but I wouldn’t put it past Sam if he tried to take you out. Lord knows he’s been on my case about it with you since I met ‘im.”

“Does he not think guys and girls can have a friendship without romance involved?”

“I can’t speak for him… probably not though.”

You laughed before getting up for another slice. You hoped Sam would be able to help with the internship, no strings attached. He didn’t seem like that type of guy anyway, and all of Steve’s friends were good people so you weren’t worried.

As the Music Man began his one man band you had to gradually increase the volume of your television; your anger rising with every click of the remote. It was no longer enjoyable to watch the action movie you and Steve put on, having to raise the volume for higher to hear the dialogue and scramble to lower the blasting noise of car screeching and explosions. When you couldn’t take it anymore you called it a night.

“Guess you haven’t spoken to him?” Steve asked the question he clearly knew the answer to.

“Soon,” you said hopefully, not knowing when the day might come.

As the sun began to rise on the early Saturday morning you were getting ready for class. With your closet open you debated on what to wear when you heard a voice from the other side of the wall.

“Hi ma… Things are good… and Dad…”

He must have been walking around the apartment as you heard most of the words.

“I know…Leaving now…”

You heard the undoing of his locks and the front door creaking open. Shit! Your first moment to speak to the Music Man alone and you’re standing in your underwear. There’s definitely no way you would approach him now. Instead you raced to the door to try and catch a glimpse of what he looked like but it was too late.

Huffing in frustration you continued to get dressed and within fifteen minutes you were ready to leave. The elevator dinged as you shut your door, inserting your key to turn the deadbolt, unaware of the form that was moving closer towards you, not until you heard the whistling of a familiar tune.

Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, as if that tune was part of a psychological experiment, like Pavlov’s dog but instead of salivating you wanted to punch something.

“Hey neighbor.”

The soft voice of the Music Man broke you from your vision of punching through your shared wall and destroying his instruments. With a calming inhale you turned around to face him.

“I’m Bucky.”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you stared directly into the kindest, bluest eyes you had ever seen. All the anger left your body, replaced by the softness of his pink lips that reminded you of flowers in full bloom.

He was tall and lean, but your eyes did not miss the bulge of his biceps that showed through his cotton t-shirt. In his hand was a coffee cup, gripped under his long fingers. His hair was dark and pulled back into a low sloppy bun, with a loose piece falling beside his smile.

His hand was extended towards you and you weren’t sure how long it had been. It felt like you were staring at him for hours, or was it only seconds. Did time really stop moving the moment you finally saw him? You broke yourself out of your trance to shake his hand and introduce yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I just moved in. Well not just, but not long ago,” Bucky said.

Yeah I know. I hear you every night. You remembered your frustration and tried to assemble the sentence in your head of how to confront him.

“You ever get coffee from the place on the corner?” he asked, gesturing to the cup in his hand. “The line was crazy long but worth it, it’s delicious.”

“Yeah, once or twice but I’m usually at the Grind House. They’re open late and that’s where I have to go to study because… uh…” you stammered for a moment, “...your guitar playing is too distracting.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering why you felt uncomfortable when he was the one who was being a bad neighbor.

Bucky’s face dropped with guilt. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s alright,” you lied, not knowing why you said that. Pulling more confidence out of midair you continued, “It’s just that the walls are so thin and I’m in school, well I work full time too, but I’ve just got a lot on my plate and honestly I’m not sure how much longer I can afford the coffee shop every night.”

You chuckled to lighten up the conversation, continuing to ramble before giving him a chance to speak. “So, um, if you wouldn’t mind, maybe you could practice during the day instead or weekends are mostly fine. I’m actually heading to class now so I’ll be gone all day.” Great, give him your whole schedule why don’t you.

With nerves getting the better of you, you turned on your heel quickly saying it was nice to meet him. Briskly making your way towards the elevator you pressed the button furiously in hopes it would get to your floor faster.

Once inside you let out a big sigh and waved your hand in front of your slightly sweaty, heated face. Bucky seemed like he genuinely wasn’t aware of the noise he was making, and the way you passive aggressively called him out on it made you feel like shit.

But what was worse was knowing there was a face, a drop dead gorgeous face that is responsible for making the women of New York scream in ecstasy every night. It was going to be very difficult to concentrate in class today.

Getting home later that afternoon you were anxious to make something to eat, but more anxious about Bucky, hoping you wouldn’t run into him again. As you opened your door your foot slid on something and as you looked down you saw a small envelope with your name written on it.

Inside was a $50 gift card to The Grind House with a little note. I’m truly sorry about the noise. –Bucky

Your mouth opened in shock at the realization that Bucky did this nice gesture for you, and worse, you were going to have to thank him.

PART 3

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Hey there! Could I have a behind the scenes commentary on the following? It's one of my favorite parts in the story this far. 😊

Look, about today in Eindhoven,” he said. “I’m sorry. We let you down, and I hope you know how much I want to make it right.”

“You’re right, you did let me down,” she said, not giving an inch of ground. “I probably could have been nicer about it, but I was hurt. I’m not really sure how this can be undone. I see you all a little differently now.”

He tried not to let her see how much that stung.

“Can I ask you something?” he questioned.

“Of course.”

“Why did it affect you so much?” he wondered. “Seeing that happen?”

“Like I said earlier, it was totally barbaric,” she answered.

“But most of those women were spies,” he said. “Surely you understand why the people of Eindhoven were angry.”

She halted, planted her feet firmly, and looked incredulously at him.

“No, Dick, I don’t understand,” she said, looking him directly in the eye, challenging. She rose to her full height to be as even with him as possible. “And I absolutely allow for the possibility that I romanticize the virtue of my own sex, but I cannot believe that all of those women made love to someone with harmful intent.”

“Can you elaborate on that?” he requested as they started walking again.

“Speaking as a woman, I find it hard to believe that they would take a man to bed for political reasons,” she said. “I mean, the Germans were there for five years. Relationships were bound to happen. And then to be publicly humiliated for sharing love with another person -”

“Even if they were the enemy?”

“I won’t pass judgement on them for who their lover was, Dick,” she said. “And then there’s the other scenario. The worst case.”

“And that is?”

“What if those women were raped?” she challenged. “To shame them for that - something they must already feel incredible shame about - makes them a victim anew. It was cruel and it was wrong.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he conceded. “I did my best to look out for you.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” she shot back. “Because if I were some Dutch woman you didn’t know, you wouldn’t have.”

She paused to take a breath. It didn’t do her any good to get heated now, when Dick was only trying to understand.

“If my mother were here, she would scold me for speaking to a man like this,” she said, realizing now how much the Army had changed her.

Melanie was beyond her mother’s opinions now, a revelation which shocked her. War had shown her that being polite at all times was impossible. Being a “lady” was not as important as doing what was right. And even Lillian would have been horrified by the scene in Eindhoven that afternoon.

“Well, you would never have…” he trailed off. “Never mind.”

“What?” Melanie pressed. “Slept with a German?”

“Right,” he said. “You’re...not that kind of woman.”

“And if I was?” she said. “It’d serve me right? I’d deserve that?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “No, you’re right, they didn’t deserve it.”

She felt a sudden burst of confidence. It was the first time she had argued a point to someone - and a man, at that - and convinced him that she was right. Dick’s expression betrayed his regret from before. He was not an emotive person, but each minor twitch of his jaw and way he deflated just slightly in his shoulders told her what she needed to know.

“I hope your damn bridges were worth it,” she muttered.

He blinked, taken aback. “I’ve never heard you swear before.”

“I’ve never been so angry before,” she said. “That was obscene. And incomprehensible.”

He couldn’t argue that. No one could. So he said nothing, watching her think it through some more. He had to step back and let her get it out. He understood this was her first time being outspoken, and he wanted her to take full advantage.

“And then to try and stop me from helping them was even more outrageous,” she continued. “As if they hadn’t suffered enough.”

“Nix shouldn’t have tried to stop you,” he agreed. “But he had a fair point, we needed their intelligence.”

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear now,” she said, slowing to a stop again. “I will never, ever turn my back on a person in need, Dick. Not ever. No matter who it offends.”

“I admire your conviction,” he said. “You’re a good person, Mel.”

“I should hope so,” she returned.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you again,” he said. “This...is not a good feeling.”

“It shouldn’t be,” she said. “But I do accept your apology.”

“Thank you,” he said. “They might not admit this, but the other guys felt bad too. You sort of made us all feel like little boys.”

“Well, I didn’t want to emasculate you,” she said. “That wasn’t the intention.”

“You had every right to,” he replied. “We’re here to fight injustice, and we allowed it for our own benefit. I just hope you understand.”

“Tactics aren’t my concern, Dick,” she said. “People are."

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT THIS ONE IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES TOO THANK YOU <3 <3 <3

Up until this point, Melanie very much had Dick on a pedestal. He was, in her eyes, a knight in shining armor, a gentleman, he could really do no wrong. Until, she sees how those women are treated in Eindhoven and the American men she so admires do...nothing.

It's a scene that has always disturbed me, and Melanie was a tool for me to express some of my own feelings on the subject. But Melanie's feelings come from more than just that. We have her flash back to when she once had her own hair cut against her will and how that made her feel, and also, when she tried - peacefully, mind you - to help these women she sees as victims, she gets a bit of rough treatment of her own.

Melanie is, truthfully, a little bit naïve. The idea of women spies genuinely never occurred to her. She explains to Dick in this scene the other several scenarios that could have also taken place - stuff that would not have occurred to him because of his worldview. There's a shifting dynamic here that allows these two to build a real relationship with one another, not one based on ideal versions of each other.

This moment is really a first for them, not just because they disagree for the first time, but also the issue of sex is addressed between them. Dick just barely praises Melanie by asserting he knows her to be a woman who is chaste, but she doesn't give him that - no one deserves what those women received, no matter who they have taken to bed. An idea that honestly surprises Dick, though he is quick to agree with her.

The whole scene is really big for Melanie because - as she says - it goes against everything she was taught. To assert herself, especially to a man, and one who outranks her at that, would be the height of dishonor to her mother (and we see Mel make some apologetic comments throughout this scene). But to his credit, Dick listens. He really hears what she has to say and understands her perspective. He doesn't feel threatened by her having an opinion. In fact, he welcomes it.

But honestly, my favorite part of this is that...they don't really reach a resolution. Yes, they understand each other, and yes, Dick wants to do better, but they still don't quite agree. It's a precursor to a moment in Paris when he tells her about killing that German at the crossroads, and his conflicting feelings about it, and she says, point blank, "If you're asking me to condone killing, I can't." She still comforts him, but there is a difference between them, which ultimately comes down to their different duties. Her job is to save lives, and his job is to...well, take some. As awful as it is.

This tension did lead to a breakthrough, though. And that was that Melanie is free to really, truly be herself around Dick, and he values her ideas and opinions. And also that neither of them are perfect, but they love each other anyway. In a much more real way than their infatuation in the beginning.

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Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader Chap. 11; Final battle

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here we go. The final 2 chapters of my Disney Queen AU fic are all ready and waiting for you all to read. So I hope you all enjoy this and I hope tumblr doesn’t screw up the tags below cause I’ve noticed that no one has seen the last chapter and when I type in one of the tags I’ve put down below, it doesn’t show up on the search result. So hopefully we can work this out this time around.

Warnings: Public humiliation, execution, violence, swearing, snakes. 

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*My POV*

I kept wondering through the snow calling out to Abu, desperately and hoping that he was alive somewhere since he was with me when the 2 of us got banished to this damned place.

I then heard the faint sounds of shivering just to my right.  There through the snow I saw something move.  I quickly raced over and began digging through the snow.

“This is all my fault. I—I should’ve freed Freddie when I had the chance.” Finally after digging away the snow, there was Abu shivering.  I gathered him in my arms and tried to bury him underneath my shawl as I said to him, “Abu, you okay?”

He nodded while still shivering.  I hugged him closer to me as I apologized.

“I’m so sorry Abu. I made a mess of everything. We—we have to get back and set things right.” I trudged on through the harsh winds and the building up snow but it was then we heard another sound.

It was—like a painful whine.  Just a few feet away curled up as tightly as it could I noticed a familiar creature.  The grey back with black and white patterns along the face and hands.  It was Prince Brian’s pet badger Lulu.  I quickly raced over to her and said.

“Lulu?” she looked up at me and immediately crawled up into my lap.  I quickly put her next to Abu and together the two of them cuddled together to try and keep warm. “How did you get here? Were you close to us when Paul sent us away?”

Lulu kept shutting her eyes and shivering frantically.  I had to find us some shelter and fast otherwise we’re all gonna perish in the cold.

I walked for what felt like miles, already my legs were growing weaker and I couldn’t feel any of my body parts.  My lips were probably beyond blue and my fingers must’ve been long frostbitten by now.  Then my legs just gave out and I collapsed into the snow.  Slowly I rolled onto my back and just felt the harsh winds blow across me.

This is it. This is how I would meet my end. John—I’m so sorry for everything. I wish that I could tell you that, and that I really do love you.  But it seems like I’ll never get that chance.

As my eyes slowly shut, I soon took notice that something was hovering over me.  A pure white figure but before I could even see what it was, my world went black.

Somehow I managed to open my eyes and that’s when I found myself in a large cave.  Wait—how……how did I get here? I was…..I was outside in the storm, how could I possibly be in a cave?

I felt something tickle my nose and give my cheek a lick and that’s when I turned around to see Lulu.  She let out a soft bark before nuzzling into my neck.  I slowly sat up and that’s when I heard the chatter of Abu.

But I was surprised to see Abu cuddled close to a large (and I do mean LARGE) white wolf.  She looked to be about the size of a full grown female tiger, her coat was double layers and thick, but what had me hypnotized by this wolf was its eyes. Most wolves have the golden eyes or deep brown.

This white wolf—it had blue eyes.  So blue that it could rival the ocean itself. It’s eyes never left mine as I stared up at this beautiful creature.

“Did—did you bring us here?” surprisingly the wolf bowed it’s head in a nod.  It’s ears turned backward as its eyes softly shut before opening back up. “Thank you.” the wolf then stood up and walked over towards me and curled itself around me.

We stared eye to eye with each other for a moment before she gestured with her eyes for me to lay on her.

“Y—you sure?” it nodded again.  Hesitantly I lay back down and felt this warmth suddenly embrace me.  I buried my fingers deep within the white wolf’s fur as well as my nose.  It reminded me back to when I would bury myself in my mother’s breast whenever I felt sad or alone.

With Abu and Lulu soon cuddling back into the white wolf’s fur the three of us soon fell into a deep sleep once more.

I don’t know how long it had been since we fell asleep but when I did a miracle had happened.  First thing was that I could finally feel my fingers, face, and legs again. It was almost as if I hadn’t even been out in the cold at all.

Another thing was that I heard the happy chitters from Abu who was hugged Carpet!?

“Carpet!?” Carpet turned towards me and mimed out a cheer as he came up to me and wrapped himself around me in a hug.  “How did you get here?” he then mimed out how he had asked Freddie to send him here to us shortly after Paul had sent us away. “Freddie sent you?” he nodded. “We’ve got to get to Agrabah and fast, can you get us there in time?”

He saluted and laid himself horizontal and Abu quickly hopped on while I picked up Lulu and set her on top of Carpet.  I then turned towards the wolf and bowed my head in respect.

“Thank you—for saving our lives.” As I got on top of Carpet, I heard a soft, warm female voice speak up.

‘My son will be lucky to have you as his bride, my dear (Y/n).’ I stopped in my spot and quickly turned back towards the wolf. It did a soft blink at me and I know it sounds crazy but I swear it gave me a soft smile.

“Wait—are you…….” the white wolf slowly nodded again before throwing back it’s head and letting out a proud howl before suddenly disappearing from our sights.  Abu and Lulu chattered to each other and I felt my heart swell and tears formed in my eyes. “Thank you…….Queen Lillian.”

I turned back around and fully got on top of Carpet and told him to get to Agrabah as fast as possible.  Soon we were out of that frozen wasteland.

When we got back to Agrabah I was in shock of how my home was now.  The village was practically burnt to the ground, structures of homes had crumbled down, and there was hardly anyone in the town square.  

Up ahead the palace that once was a gleam of prospect and honor now looked like something out of a dark story.  It’s spiked walls stood like a warning to stay away or face impalement.

Carpet landed us down into the Market place and there I saw Shanti, an old childhood friend of mine before we grew apart. Myself, Abu, Lulu and Carpet ducked behind a cabbage cart and I let out a psst towards her.  She stopped her walking and that’s when she turned to me.

“(Y/n)?”

“Shanti what’s happened here? Where is everyone?” She looked around before coming up towards me.

“Prince John is scheduled to be executed in ten minutes.” What?! “Ever since that—Irishman took the throne and gained those powers, he’s imprisoned half the people of Agrabah. Those that remained he’s chosen to enslave the men while the women are forced to watch as Prince John is executed.”

“Oh Allah help us.”

“If you’re planning on doing something, you better do it fast.”

“Hey I’m a street mouse remember? I’ve always got a plan.”

“What was that?” I heard a guard’s voice proclaim out.

“I think I heard it from over there.”

“Go now! I’ll distract them.” I nodded then the four of us quickly raced through the labyrinth of the city up towards the palace.  Abu chattered at me as he hopped up onto my shoulder.

“Yeah you’re right I don’t have a plan. But there’ll be time to come up with one. Just give me some time.” Hopping over walls and whatever buildings were left standing, I snuck my way into the palace.

Praying that I wouldn’t be too late.

*3rd Person POV*

As the dawn began to rise, John sat there in his cell silent and still.  The doors soon unlocked and there stood four of Paul’s guards.

“It’s time.” Spoke one rough looking Irish guard with a scar over his left eye.  The other three guards unlocked John from his chains and with him at the center, the guards led him to where he would be executed.

At the heart of the city just a short ways from the palace all the women of Agrabah were gathered around and they watched helplessly as Prince John was escorted through them.

“Nooooo!” a small female voice cried out.  Soon coming through the crowd of women was little Xara, the young girl who John first helped out when they arrived to Agrabah.

“Step aside brat!” a leaner guard with a beard demanded.

“Let him go! He’s a good Prince. He can’t die!”

“Last chance yah little rat step away or you’ll die first!”

“Don’t!” John commanded.  He knelt down to Xara’s height and she pleaded with him.

“Why must you die? Was it because you helped me with getting food?” John smiled softly at the young girl’s concern.

“No love. This—this is something else entirely. I……I’m protecting my family by doing this. Xara, I want you to promise me something. Don’t be sad for me, okay? Don’t cry for me, okay?”

“I’ll miss you Prince John.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.  John pressed his head against hers and whispered.

“And I you my dear.”

“Alright enough of this get this girl away from the traitor!” the leading guard spoke roughly.  Two of the guards then took Xara roughly by her arms and shoved her into the dirt.  Two women around Roger’s age soon came and took Xara back into the crowd. “Get up you!”

John glared up at the scarred faced guard as he was forced back to his feet and shoved forward.  He soon arrived before a platform stage.

Up already on the stage he could see his father and uncles in one cage, while on the other end Roger, Brian and Jim were either tied or chained (in Roger’s case) to pillars.  Soon coming up onto the stage was Paul Prenter with Iago on his shoulder and Freddie close behind him.  John glared with pure hatred at the Sorcerer King of England.  In his hand Paul held a long dagger with a snake encrusted hilt.

“Behold, the Silent Prince.” John’s glare harshened and it was then the guards stepped away allowing Freddie to slowly come down towards John.  Freddie’s eyes shined with pure regret and pain as he stared down at the young prince he had come to befriend.  He looked up towards Paul who gave him a soft nod and a harsh glare.

Closing his eyes, Freddie delivered a hard punch right into John’s gut sending him straight down to the ground, curling in agony and even coughing up bits of blood.  

Some cries of horror came out from the women and King Arthur pleaded for his son while Brian, Roger and Jim struggled against their bonds, helplessly trying in vain to break free.

Meanwhile from a far point of where the execution was happening at the top of a building, (Y/n), Abu, Lulu and Carpet all stood there in horror.  When (Y/n) saw Freddie punch John to the ground she let out a gasp.

“Why aren’t you fighting back John?”

“Bind him to the cross!” With his magic, Freddie then brought out the large cross that John was to be condemned to till death. Once it was lay down, Paul’s guards soon came in and forced John onto the cross.

They bound his feet together and forced his arms to each side point of the cross before tying them up as well.  One of the guards soon produced the nails that would soon go into John’s hands, chest, hips and feet.  He positioned one nail to John’s right hand and he was just about to drive the nail in when Paul exclaimed.

“Wait!” John, who had his eyes shut prepping for the worst, opened his eyes in shock only to hear Paul continue. “Let him first be stripped and shaved.” Iago then flew straight over to John and took a strand of his hair and pulled it right off of his head.

As Iago now held a long, thick strand of John’s hair, the guards soon surrounded John as they either cut off his long hair or stripped him of his clothes.  Hair and fabric was soon seen flying about till finally John was in nothing but his underwear, and his hair was now cut to the point where it looked like he just had a tuff of hair left on his head.

“Bring him to me.” Paul spoke out.  Then working together, the guards dragged the cross along the dirt up towards the platform.  The slowly they dragged the cross up the stairs before finally pulling it horizontally which forced John to now dangle against the cross as a height of over 9ft.

Cries of women were heard as some of them were pleading for Allah to stop this barbaric act but they were silenced by Paul’s guards.  Roger and Brian screaming profanities at Paul, and John’s father pleading for his son’s life.  With a wave of his hand, Paul soon silenced everyone.

From up on the rooftop, (Y/n) then turned to Abu, Lulu and Carpet.

“Okay I’ve got a plan. But it needs to happen right now. Quickly and quietly. Abu take off your hat and fez. We can’t afford Paul’s guards to recognize you.” I helped him take off his vest while he handed his fez to me. “Alright here’s what I need you guys to do……” I then began whispering the plan to them.

Back on the platform, the guard who held the nails for the cross handed them over to Paul.  He took them before levitating himself up towards John.  He cupped the side of the now broke Prince’s face and he whispered to him.

“You know John, I’m rather disappointed in you. Did you honestly think that through all this I would spare your family’s life? You’re giving me your life and saving no one.” He let out an icy scoff. “So much for love.”

It was then John did something that Paul never expected him to do.  John spat right into his face.

Paul reared his head back and looked down at his cheek to see John’s saliva right in his palm.  As he turned towards the English Prince all he saw was pure hatred. His upper lip in a sneer as it trembled with anger, his eyes burning like Hell’s fire with rage.  It was like looking at his lion Nala when she gets protective over her master.

Paul dried the spit along his robe and sneered right in John’s face.

“I’m going to enjoy burning Brian like the witch he is and gutting Roger like a codfish. I’m letting you take the easy way out. Remember that as you burn in Hell.” He backed away from John and raised the three nails up with his powers, each aiming for either his hands or his chest.

From down below Roger continued to struggle through his chains still trying to free himself.

“Roger it’s no use. The odds of you actually breaking free of those chains are—”

“Spare me your logic Brian! Are you seriously giving up right now!? That’s our brother up there and he’s going to die!” Roger hissed lowly at him.  Brian was silent.

“I’m just……I don’t see any point of us getting out of here alive. Paul’s too powerful. With Freddie at his side, he has all the power in the world.” Roger looked down solemnly.

“Well I’m not going down like this. Not without a fight. Man I wish at this point I had gotten the ropes like you and Jim instead of these chains.” It was then Roger felt a weight on his shoulders.  He turned and saw a monkey sitting on top of him.

“The one thing I never really got about this country is how the monkeys just freely think it’s okay to hop on top of you.” Jim said.

“No wait, wait.” Roger said as the monkey now hopped into his lap. “Abu? Abu is that you?” the monkey saluted as he gave the blonde haired prince a monkey grin.

“Wait, if he’s here then that means……” Brian softly whispered.

“(Y/n)? She’s alive?” Abu then revealed a chain of keys that were attached to his tail.

“Alright atta boy Abu, now quickly unlock me out of these bloody things.” Abu went behind Roger and began fiddling around with the locks.

Jim then felt something beginning to untie his ropes.  He felt the sharp teeth and slight claw piercings from two very familiar creatures. When he turned around there were Simba and Nala trying to untie his feet and hands.

“Alright cubs. Nicely done.” Brian soon felt something tickle across his fingers and nuzzle his palm.  When he turned around there was his badger Lulu.

“Oh Lulu. I was worried I’d never see you again. Did you get sent away with (Y/n) and Abu?” Lulu gave a gentle grunt as she continued chewing on her father’s bonds.

Finally all three of them were free from their bonds. But to keep up the façade for Paul and his guards, they remained sitting with their hands around the pillars and their feet remaining crossed together.

“We’ve got to get Freddie’s lamp away from Paul. I read somewhere that whoever holds the genie’s lamp becomes their new master.” Jim said.

“Alright. Now to figure out how to get that lamp away from him exactly.” Brian said.  Abu hopped back on top of Roger’s shoulder and he chattered softly while pointing to the sky.  Roger looked up and saw the magic Carpet with (Y/n) riding on top of it.

“Abu says they’ve already hatched a plan. We just need to wait for the right moment.”

Paul kept his eyes on John and he proclaimed out loud so that everyone could hear.

“WITNESS FIRST HAND! TO THOSE THAT APPOSE ME SHALL MEET THE SAME FATE AS THE FORMER PRINCES!!! And in that knowledge, despair, and DI—” suddenly Paul was knocked straight to the ground by a powerful force.

When he looked up he saw (Y/n) on the magic Carpet and she flew straight to John and untied him from the cross.

*My POV*

After ramming my elbow behind Paul’s back, Carpet flew right to John and I untied him from the cross.  He fell forward and he looked up at me in confusion.

“You—you’re alive?”

“Yeah and so are you. Come on we have to get back Paul away from the people of Agrabah. Alright Carpet take us down to the rest of the team.”

Carpet flew us down and we came down to Brian, Roger, Jim, as well Abu, Simba and Nala (who were now baby lions. Must’ve been Paul’s doing), and Lulu.

“Get on quick!”

“But what about our fathers?” questioned Brian.

“Never mind us son.” His father King Harold cried out. “Just get that demon away from these people. We’ll be fine.” Brian nodded to his father and everyone aborded Carpet.  Carpet then took off for the palace.

When we got there, we landed at the roof of the palace and I could soon see Paul flying towards us.

“Here he comes!” I proclaimed.

“What’s the plan (Y/n)?” asked Roger.

“Get the lamp away from Paul.” I told them. “Abu, you managed to get the lamp away from him before, think you can do it again?” he chattered as he saluted and quickly ran behind a few of the vases as Paul landed before us.  I could see the glimmer of the lamp at his hip as he said to me.

“As Roger said earlier, it would’ve been wise for you to pack up and fuck off.”

“Takes more than a little cold weather to kill me.” I sassed at him.

“I can see that. No matter. You and the Princes will die. This time I won’t go for the dramatics this time.”

“Yeah cause God knows your full of it.” Roger sassed. Paul glared at Roger and that’s when I noticed Abu making his way towards Paul.  C’mon pal you got this.

“Tell me something Paul, was all of this really worth it?” I asked him.  He tilted his head slightly in confusion. “All this power? You’re not the only one whose had a taste of genie magic. Believe me I tried and—and failed at what I had longed for the most.” I turned to solemnly look at John who looked at me with sad eyes. “It only satisfies you to a point, but there will always be a hole left in your heart. You’ll never truly be satisfied. No matter how much power you gain.”

“See unlike you peasant I am King of all England. I am the greatest sorcerer who ever lived. I can take down kingdoms. Countries! I will build an empire that history cannot ignore!” I saw Abu reach for the lamp but suddenly he was grabbed in a choke hold by Paul.  He lifted Abu up, who was struggling in his grasp, I went to help him but Jim and Brian held me back. “Clever monkey. But I’ve grown tired of your thieving antics!”  He then tossed Abu over the balcony and I heard him scream.

“NOO ABU!!” At that point Simba and Nala raced towards Paul and began biting and clawing at his ankles.  While he was distracted, Roger made his move and tackled Paul to the ground.

As the two of them struggled, Roger somehow managed to get the lamp unhooked from Paul’s sash.  I then watched as Nala grabbed the handle with her mouth and quickly race over to me.

“OH NO YOU DON’T YOU LITTLE PEST!!” I watched as lightning began to spark from his hand and he went to fire a shot.  But before he could get a good aim on Nala, her brother Simba pounced on Paul’s face and scratched him as rapidly as he could.

The bolt of lightning struck the floor underneath her and she was sent flying in the air.  I quickly followed underneath her and caught her just before she could fall over the edge just like Abu did.  

I flung myself over the balcony and quickly wrapped my legs around one of the flag poled underneath the balcony and swung myself forward in order to catch Nala as she fell right towards me.

But unfortunately the lamp fell out of her mouth and went tumbling down the side of the palace.  But all that mattered to me right now was me and Nala not falling off and dying.  I held Nala close to my chest and her claws dug into my clothes, slightly piercing my skin.

I hissed in pain as I swung myself upward in order to grab onto the flagpole so that we weren’t upside down anymore.

Using my skills as a street mouse, I managed to get us on top of the flagpole and gripped onto the edge of the palace and climbed up.  All the while Nala clinging onto me until a hand came into view.  I took it and was soon pulled up into John’s face.  Our noses briefly grazing across one another’s. He helped me back over the balcony and Nala hopped into his arms nuzzling into his bare chest making those loving lion meows.

“Ahh true love.” Paul’s voice soon rang out. “It does always seem to conquer all doesn’t it? But not this time, in fact it would seem your time is up Princess.” Using his snake staff he then shot a blast towards me but I was shoved out of the way.

When the smoke cleared I soon saw John in a very large hourglass.  I shook my head at him in shock as the sand from on top began to pour down on him.

“Alright that’s it! No more mister nice guy!” I heard Roger snap as he withdrew his sword.  He did a battle cry as he charged right for Paul who retorted back at him.

“I agree, but let’s do that without your constant bitching Roger.” With a flick of his hand, Roger suddenly dropped to the floor and turned into a small dog.  He began barking a high pitched bark and when he found out he couldn’t speak normally anymore, his ears lowered before barking again.

“Roger!” Brian proclaimed.

“Don’t think I didn’t forget you Brian. You could use a little unraveling don’t you think?” with a point of his snake staff, Brian suddenly exploded into a ravel of streams.  Jim and I looked toward each other and he raced towards me. “I don’t think so Jim, you need to really get the point of where your placement is.”

Jim was then trapped in a wall of swords.  I raced towards him as Paul laughed manically. I spotted Roger’s sword and quickly grabbed it and charged at Paul.

“Oh and I’m just getting warmed up for you lass.” He soon blew fire right out of his mouth which trapped me in a wall of fire.

“Roger was right about you Prenter! You’re too much of a cowardly snake to fight your own battles!”

“A snake am I?” Paul suddenly appeared from through the flames. “Perhaps you’d like to see how ssss-SNAKE LIKE I CAN BE!!!” suddenly Paul began to morph into a giant cobra.

His hood expanded menacingly as his long forked tongue hissed at me aggressively.  The wall of fire soon began the rest of his body, Paul towered over me before striking down at me with lightning speed.

I quickly dodged his attack but Paul quickly swirled around me, lowering himself slightly before doing another quick strike at me.  Then another, and another.  I jumped out of the way each time then when he came down for one last strike, I used Roger’s sword and actually cut him across his face which caused him to rear back and hiss in agony.

From the room inside I could hear Roger barking frantically, almost like he was cheering.

“You stay out of thissss!” Paul hissed.  Roger growled and that’s when Lulu came behind him and dragged him behind the tail underneath the bed.  Soon flying in after the whole battle came about was Carpet.

He landed in front of me and I quickly got on top of him and he flew me above Paul’s strike range, but he soon managed to cut some of Carpet’s thread up.

“Carpet no!” As we soon began falling back towards the palace, Paul struck out again and this time began tearing Carpet thread by thread which left me to slide down Paul’s snake body.

Hoping to stop him from tearing Carpet up anymore, as I slide, I used Roger’s sword and allowed it to cut almost halfway across his body which caused Paul to scream in utter agony.  When I reached the roof once again, I saw that John was almost practically buried in the hourglass sand.  His head being the only thing sticking out.

I dropped the sword and quickly grabbed a bit of stone from where Paul had struck Nala at earlier and raced over to John.

“JOHN HANG ON!!” I reached the hourglass but before I could slam it against the glass, I was soon wrapped up in snake coils. I was then lifted up and a cackling Paul stood over me.

“Pathetic woman. You thought you could defeat the most powerful. Being. On Earth!?” I then saw as his bird Iago came flying in with the lamp in his grasp.

“Genie should witness.” Iago squawked out.  Paul sneered and extended his tail and rubbed the lamp which soon released Freddie.  He looked around at everything in confusion and shock when he saw me.

“Face it girl. Without Freddie, you’re nothing!” I was squeezed tighter.  I grunted in pain as I felt my ribs ready to snap.  As I looked to Freddie he looked broken as he showed me his gauntlets.

Wait. That’s it!

“That maybe so. But who made you a King?” Paul’s hissing ceased as he just stared at me. “Who made you a sorcerer? You may have power beyond mortal comprehension Paul Prenter. But there will always be some man, some being more powerful than you! Freddie gave you these powers, and he can take it way just as easily.”

I turned to see Freddie shaking his head at me. Paul squeezed me tighter to the point where my voice was now strained.

“Face it Paul Prenter…..when all is said in done…..you’re still just……Second best!”

“Second! Second!?” Iago squawked.  Paul’s hissing grew deeper as he snarled out.

“SECOND!? HE SERVES ME!!!” Suddenly I was released and fell to the ground.  I let out a gasp of air before coughing harshly.

“You said it yourself…..you’re either the most powerful man in the room……or you’re nothing.” As Paul soon morphed back into himself, I turned to see Freddie who was now smirking.

He looked at me now getting what I was saying and sent a wink my direction.

“I’ll show you. I’ll show all of you. I will ensure that NO ONE EVER SAYS THOSE WORDS AGAIN!!!” He took the lamp and turned towards Freddie and proclaimed. “Freddie. For my final wish, I wish to become the most powerful being in the universe. More powerful than you!”

Freddie softly tutted to himself as he said.

“Lot of grey area in that wish Paul but—the most powerful being in the Universe, coming right up!” with a wave of his arms black smoke began to surround Paul as he laughed manically.

While he was distracted, I quickly raced back towards the hourglass.  I slammed the bottom twice before it finally broke and sand began pouring out.  John soon began coughing out sand as he stared up at me.

“What have you done?” he choked out.

“Trust me.” I told him as I held onto him.  When the black smoke subsided, there Paul stood as a genie.  Black and red smoke surrounded him as his thunderous voice spoke down to me.

“THE MOST POWERFUL BEING IN THE UNIVERSE. AT LAST!!! SECOND TO NO ONE!!! AND I THOUGHT I HAD POWER BEFORE!!” He said as he looked down at his hands which were igniting with lightning. “FIRST I WILL LAY WASTE TO YOU TWO SO THAT YOU WILL NEVER STOP ME AGAIN!!!!”

He then let out a powerful cry as he grew bigger and bigger and a ball of lightning began to form in his hands ready to strike.

However a gauntlet came onto his left forearm which stopped him from using his powers.

As it weighed down his arm, his right forearm soon had a gauntlet on it as well.  Paul looked down at me with pure hatred as he hissed at me.

“What have you done to me?!”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!?” He roared again.

“This was your wish Paul Prenter. Not mine. For you see a genie may have phenomenal cosmic powers,”

“But an itty bitty living space.” Freddie spoke. Paul turned to Freddie as he continued, “And you see a genie without a master, goes back in their lamp.”

Paul’s face grew with horror.  For it was then a black genie lamp appeared underneath him and he was slowly being sucked into it.  Paul fought as hard as he could and he threatened to both John and I.

“I WILL NOT FORGET THIS GIRL!! DO YOU HEAR ME!? WHEN I COME BACK I WILL END YOU AND THE PRINCES FOR LIFE!!!”

“Goodbye Paul.” His parrot spoke as he flew away.

“PARROT!! YOU’RE COMING WITH ME!!” he then grabbed Iago and soon the two of them disappeared inside the lamp.

John looked at me and he said.

“You knew that would happen?”

“Indeed she did. Oh (Y/n) darling you are a clever little minx you!” Freddie cheered as he ruffled my hair.

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Wanted - Shawn Mendes One-Shot (Gov/Spy AU)

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word count: 1.9 k

synopsis:  You're a spy for your country, a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. After stealing back a necklace that was rightfully your nation's, the entire Toronto Task Force is after you, including one of their top officials, Shawn Mendes.

a/n:  Hi guys! First off, I want to say that I'm not Canadian, so please excuse if I totally misnamed the group that handles these sorta situations in this one-shot (I looked up the Canadian equivalent to the US' Swat Team, and the ETF is what I found). So yes, if I'm being completely stupid, ignore that. Anyway, I took some inspo from the literal goddess herself, Natasha Romanoff, for these fight scenes/takedowns/chases. I really wanted them to be action packed. I hope you enjoy! Comments and likes are always appreciated <3

warnings: none

*if you prefer, you can read this on my ao3 instead of here

The wind whistled past your ears, hair whipping behind you as the motor of your bike revved and whipped past the black SUVs chasing you. Your mission: collect something that had been wrongfully taken and return it to your country, its home. Your country was a small one, but powerful, and you had to invade the expanses of Canada to get this item: a necklace that belonged to your royal family. Skirting into an alleyway, you managed to avoid the cars but a single person on a motorcycle followed yours, so you had to make a risky move. Turn right onto a street in oncoming traffic. Looking back into your mirror, you saw the figure. In big white letters on the breast of his bullet proof vest said Emergency Task Force.  His hair, curly and brown flew back in the wind, but because of the darkness, you couldn’t see much else.

Making your sudden turn, you decided to swerve between lanes, hoping to make the cyclist stop in his tracks, but he followed you, putting himself in danger, too. At this point, you had to think quick, and the sound of incoming helicopters didn’t help. You’d meet your partner in another alleyway about a kilometer away, so you just had to hold out until then. “Move off the street, and you will not be shot down!” screamed the voice from behind you.  

Conveniently, you swerved into the alleyway, and seeing your partner, a woman in all black, a slicked-back blonde ponytail, you said in your mother tongue, “Get out, take it before he sees you!”She understood, holding her hand out as you slammed the box into her grasp. Pulling herself up onto a railing above, she nodded behind you. The man saw you, not her, and you floored it, running further down the alleyway.

You knew you couldn’t escape as you entered a street with the black vehicles in a U-shape, closed in by your pursuer. Getting off your bike and taking off your glasses, you raised your arms above your head, slowly. At least twenty guns were pointed at you. You inhaled, closed your eyes. Now. You stamped your foot on the ground, and from your ankle shot tear gas. You slammed yourself into the closest adversary, sweeping him to the ground as another came behind you. Grabbing their gun, you smacked his head into it, and he fell to your feet. Taking two down in one go, you kicked one into the other and soon enough you had a pile at your feet of task force officials.

The last standing, and deliberately ten feet from you, stepped into the streetlights, a dark sky above. It was the guy on the motorcycle. “Who are you?” He asked. You could see his features now; tall, prominent cheekbones, dark eyes and baby-like pink lips. You ran towards him, and jumped onto his shoulder, swinging yourself around him until you pushed him to the ground, sitting on his back. Moving your face towards his ear, you placed a kiss on his cheek, seeing a satisfying red print left behind. 

Your accent was nonexistent, “You’ll have to find out.” While you said this though, you lightened up on the pressure put on his back. This was your great mistake, as he bucked you off him and landed onto the hard asphalt. Not shielding your head, it slammed onto the ground, your vision fuzzy. He leaned himself over you, and placed a tablet in your mouth that dissolved. All you could catch of him were his eyes, pupils blown up, and the kiss mark on his cheek. 

He said one thing; “I think I will.” Everything faded to black.  

*

You woke up with your head throbbing and legs aching on a metal chair. A bright light was just turned on as you batted your eyes one, two, three times. Looking down at your scratched hands, your right was cuffed to the table. In the corner of the room stood your pursuer closing the door, and as he moved towards you you could see the scrape on his chin from being pushed down by you. “Alright, I’ll just start off easy. I’m Shawn, and I work for the ETF. You are someone, a spy possibly, and you stole one of our most precious artifacts that’s worth millions of dollars.”

You wanted to say it’s not your artifact, but you knew better than to speak. Keeping your mouth shut, you narrowed your eyes as he sat in front of you, across the table. “We’ve tried to run our databases for you, but you’re clearly using a fake identity. We know you’re not Lillian Davis. It’s got depth, but not enough. So why don’t you tell us where the artifact is?” He leaned forward on the table, holding his hands together. They were calloused and scarred. You’d guessed Shawn was in the field for a while, but he seemed young. No older than twenty-five. 

“Okay, I guess you’re not gonna talk.”

You smirked, “You’re very pretty. Is there anything in that head of yours?” 

Shawn’s face went pink at this remark, and he responded, “Look, no one’s watching you. There’s no cameras. I’m the only one here. Just tell me why you stole the artifact and we’ll let you go.”  He walked to your side, uncuffing the cuff on the table leg, putting it on your left wrist. You took your chance, knocking his forehead and sending him sprawled onto the floor. He got up fast, pushing you against the wall. You could feel his pulse pounding. With a quiet laugh, you slammed your knee up in his crotch. Not a technical move, but one that worked.

Your anger got the best of you as you opened the door, telling him, “It was never yours to keep.” Running down the empty hall, you bolted for the first door you saw, which thankfully led outside. You didn't realize you were still in the clothes you wore before you got knocked out, but you didn’t know the day, either. Last time you were awake, it was August 24th. The door creaked behind you, and you made a quick scan of your surroundings. There was a garbage container on the side of the building, so you ran, hiding behind it. 

From the cover of the container, Shawn walked out into the cold morning air, the sun rising from behind the skyline. From his belt, he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “The female suspect is missing. Repeat, the female suspect is missing. Anyone in the station’s nearby area, please search now.” Miscellaneous voices responded to him. As you thought of what to do next, he ran in the other direction, down the street to the city. Looking at what was behind you, you saw that there was a bus stop behind the government building. Pulling up your hood and searching for a few dollar bills in your sock, you walked over to the bench. It was a minute or so before the bus arrived, and thankfully none of the ETF personelle were there to find you.

You had just enough money to make it to where your partner would be: a private airfield with your country’s jet. Hopefully they hadn’t taken off yet, as they’d leave at eight in the morning. From the bus stop, you saw the heavy metal gates that bordered the airfield. Walking up to the booth near the passcode entryway, you glanced at a man asleep inside. As quietly as you could, you put in the passcode to the gates. You slipped through them soundlessly and ran to meet your partner boarding the small jet. “About time,” She spoke from the door at the top of the steps. 

“I got held up. Law enforcement.” She nodded and turned, walking inside. Taking the steps into the luxurious jet, you closed the door behind you.

*

It had been a month or so since you’d disappeared, and it wasn’t hard, as you lived in the condensed capital of your country. The tiny island brought the shining sun into your villa, which kept you from getting cabin fever. One afternoon, as you were in the kitchen when you heard the door creak shut. Your blood went cold and you reached for the cleaver that lay on your cutting board. Being on the most wanted list in Canada didn’t help your paranoia, either. Your feet padded on the brown tiles, and you turned into the living room, holding your breath. The figure was dressed in all black except for a faded green cap that they wore. 

You groped for their arm, pinning it against their back as you held the knife to their throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” said a familiar voice, scratchy under the metal, “I didn’t want anyone seeing me.” That’s when you realized, as you saw the brown hair curled at the nape of his neck, back pressed against your front, who it was. You set the cleaver down on the table by the entryway, still holding his wrist. Turning him around to see his face, you took of the green cap, a head of curls flattening out onto his forehead. 

Pressing your lips to his, he reached for your waist, fitting it into his hands. He tasted like mangos, and you breathed in his recognizable scent. “You acted pretty amazing last month. Even when I told you there were no cameras.” His hands smoothed out onto your back and you grinned, looking into his eyes. He looked so right in this setting. The browns and oranges and tropical vibe of your home compliment the warmness of his hair and his eyes, a sort of honey-ish brown. “Though you didn’t need to knee me.”

“It was all part of the act, love,” smirking slightly, your hands reached his hair, massaging his scalp, “I’m sorry we had to act like that. I didn’t know they’d send me on a mission to Canada, and of all places, Toronto. But if I didn’t follow through, they’d exile me.”

“Hey, I knew this would happen someday. It’s just how it is, you being their spy. And that necklace was yours, anyway.” He cleared his throat, and took your hands instead, “I would fake what happened a hundred times if it was what I had to do to see you again.”

Pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, you grinned, “Let’s run away. Once I get everything settled, we’ll make a life for ourselves. I know the royal family would grant it. Without me, so many plans would’ve gone down the drain.”

“Done. I don’t want to keep meeting like this. I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes.” You felt a sort of peace within yourself, and you actually preferred this to the adrenaline spike you’d get in fights. Ever since Shawn, you realized that your past opinions about conflict being better than love changed. He’d loved you in a way you’d never have thought of.

Placing a kiss on his cheek, the exact place you did the month before, you took his hands and pulled him into the kitchen. “Come help me with dinner.” 

After getting into the hang of chopping and placing food in pots or pans, Shawn asked, “You think you could show me that flip you did when you nailed me to the ground?”

Laughing, you replied, “Maybe. Kiss included?”

“The kiss is always included.”

[wlw-in-space]

Little!Luthor Reader

One where L!L struggles with an eating disorder, but it had gotten somewhat better after moving in with Lena because Lillian isn’t there to always make fun of her weight. Everything is fine, until someone in game night makes an off handed joke about L!L always eating sweets. It triggers her, and she starts skipping some meals. It’s not so often at first, but then she starts going three days without really eating. Lena gets suspicious, and asks about it, but L!L just brushes it off. Since it’s been so long since she’s really limited her diet, L!L gets lethargic and cranky. One day, while she’s hanging out with Lena at work, L!L, lacking nutrition, passes out. She’s taken to the hospital where the doctors tell Lena based on her blood work she has several nutritional deficiencies, a sign that she hasn’t been eating. Lena talks to L!L about it when she wakes, she won’t talk about it. Lena, trying to make her feel safe, admits she also had an eating problem because of Lillian, which she only got over with the help of friends. L!L finally opens up that point. Lena promises to help L!L through her issue and the night ends in cuddles with Lena getting L!L to enjoy a little ice cream, but also understanding there’s a long road ahead

- requested by @qualitytrashtho

TW for eating disorders

The food at the latest game night was running low, and there were only two cupcakes left. You looked up from them and saw Kara eyeing them from across from you.

You smirked and grabbed them both, licking the frosting off of the first one.

“Y/n/nnnn,” Kara whined.

“I’m just teasing, Kara,” giggling, you handed Kara the untouched cupcake so she could have it.

Kara took it with a toothy grin and chuckled, “Thanks, you’ve been stealing all the sweets tonight, kiddo, you’ve gotta leave some for me.”

“Oh, um - sorry, if you want i can take the frosting off and you can have the rest of my cupcake,” You said almost immediately, suddenly, you didn’t want the cupcake anymore.

“You’re all good, Y/n/n,” Kara smiled and winked at you, taking a big bite of her cupcake.

“No, I’m serious I actually don’t want it anymore, I think the sugar is giving me a stomach ache,” You shook your head and held the cupcake out for Kara to take.

“Okay,” She said hesitantly, taking your cupcake, “Thanks for the cupcakes, squirt.”

“Sure thing, Kara,” You nodded and sighed when she turned around to go back to the couch.

—

The next morning you opted out on eating breakfast, not wanting to worry Lena, you just told her that you weren’t in the mood and that you would just have a big lunch.

After a few weeks you’d gotten into a habit of not having breakfast at all.

The first week was just two days, but soon you’d cut out breakfast altogether.

Lena was pretty surprised and kind of confused because you loved breakfast, especially when she made you her infamous toast (it doesn’t sound like much, but she has this way of making it taste so good). She didn’t want to nag or bother you, so she just let it go, still offering to make you something, or even just give you a granola bar to snack on at least.

It wasn’t hard to start limiting the amount you ate during lunches and dinners, Lena was always focused on work, and when you did eat lunch together, you always finished last anyway, Lena would get caught up in whatever she’d be talking about and wouldn’t even notice how little you ate.

After a few days of eating just a few small snacks throughout the day, Lena decided to ask you about it. Her concern had grown a lot since you stopped eating breakfast. She took the chance to try talking to you while the two of you were watching TV and a commercial came on, “Hey, Y/n/n, you haven’t been eating that much lately, what’s that about?”

“It’s nothing, I guess I just haven’t been that hungry,” You shrugged and got up, “I’ll go make some popcorn.” That seemed to be the easiest way to end the conversation and get rid of Lena’s concern for the moment, as long as you just ate a little of the popcorn.

—

The next day you ate lunch with Lena at work, taking a break from your homework to do so. When Lena looked up from her work, she saw you sitting on the couch quietly, playing with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Y/n, you look a little pale sweetheart, are you okay?” Lena asked, getting up from her desk to sit beside you.

“I’m fine, just tired,” You said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

Lena just looked at you for a second before nodding and standing up to get the food, “Can you grab us waters from the mini fridge, please?”

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes, feeling grumpy as hell, but got up anyway and opened the fridge to get two bottles of water, kneeling down to see what you were grabbing.

You felt lightheaded as it was, but it got worse when you stood up from the fridge.

Your legs gave out and you fell to the ground, dropping the waters.

“Y/n?” Lena went wide eyed when you collapsed and hurried to your side.

—

You woke up in the hospital a few blocks away from L-Corp. You could feel Lena’s head resting in your lap and her hand in your own. It only took a few moments for you to become aware of the uncomfortable IV in one of your arms, making you groan softly.

Lena lifted her head when she heard you and she seemed to relax when she saw you awake, “Thank god, Y/n, you scared me so bad.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking away from her face to avoid feeling guiltier.

“No, don’t be sorry honey, just - why hadn’t you been eating?” Lena asked softly, like she was nervous to hear your answer.

“It wasn’t really anything, Lena, I’ll eat more,” You squeezed Lena’s hand gently, looking up for a moment and feeling another wave of guilt when you saw her expression.

“I know living with Lillian was really hard, Y/n/n. She is undoubtedly the worst mother there is to have. I didn’t know it when I was living with her, but a little while after I moved out of the Luthor manor, I’d realized that because of Lillian I developed an eating disorder,” Lena sighed softly and looked up at you, chewing on the inside of her lip. “It lasted a really long time, I’ll be honest, but I was able to get over it with the help of our friends. And I think if this sounds somewhat like what you’re feeling now, I promise to help you for as long as you need me to.”

You looked at Lena gratefully, “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Lena smiled and nodded a bit, “You ready to go home?”

“Oh yeah, I wanna get out of here,” You chuckled.

—

By the end of the night you and Lena were in her bed watching Guardians of the Galaxy (she let you pick the movie) and eating ice cream. You guys were using the fluffiest blanket in the apartment and you were tucked into Lena’s side the whole movie.

[marvelsdc22]

The Professor And I(Christmas Special)

Intro: SURPRISE!!! Here is my Christmas gift to you guys, I hope you guys enjoy this part!! Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah to you guys!! :)

Note:  Y/N is gender neutral. Lena is a professor. Y/N is a student. This was hella longer than I had originally planned, apologies!!

Word Count: 2099

When you and Lena pulled up to your parent’s house, you looked at her with a timid smile “It’s not going to go like last time, right?” You asked, knowing it wouldn’t but you couldn’t help but have that small fear of it happening again “Of course not” Lena assured, reaching over and gently taking your hand, giving it a small squeeze and giving you a reassuring smile “Okay” you said, giving her a small nod before getting out of the car and going to grab your bags, only for Lena to grab them before you could “You’re not supposed to be lifting anything heavy” she scolded, looking at you and you pouting but you knew she wouldn’t break with this one.

After the whole Lillian thing, you had quite a bit of physical damage done to you which included broken ribs, sprained ankle, various cuts and gashes, along with a concussion but you also had mental damage, you often found yourself waking up from nightmares, most of them being you shooting Lillian in the back or somehow managing to hit Lena instead or sometimes it was Alex and other times it was Kara, you hadn’t had a decent sleep since that day but you hadn’t told Lena, having Kara promise to not tell her even though she was worried about you.

When you got up to the door, you raised your hand to knock only for the door to swing open and your mom engulf you in a gentle yet tight hug “I’m so glad you’re okay” she said, them having gone to the hospital as soon as they were called but they hadn’t been able to stay longer than a few days “I’m okay, I have great people taking care of me” you assured, gently patting your mom on the back as you hugged her back, her pulling back and pressing a kiss to your head before she looked at Lena, obviously unsure what to do after everything that had went down.

“It’s nice to see you again Mrs. Y/L/N” Lena finally spoke up, looking at your mother with a small smile “It’s nice to see you again as well, Lena… Please call me Y/M/N” your mother said, giving her a smile in return before pulling her into a quick hug “Where’s dad?” You asked as your mother finally let the two of you inside “He’s out getting some things from the store, should be back in an hour” your mother said, taking one of the bags from Lena to help carry your things to your room.

Once the two of you were settled in your room, you sat on your bed with your laptop in front of you “What are you doing, my love?” Lena asked, going and sitting behind you, wrapping her arms gently around your waist and helping you onto her lap, you wincing slightly but otherwise didn’t react as you leaned back against her chest, her chin resting on your shoulder as she looked at your screen “Looking at my final grades” you said, glancing at her as you scrolled through your grades “You gave me a B?” You asked teasingly, watching her roll her eyes before pressing a kiss to your neck “Just because you’re my favorite student doesn’t mean you get your grades bumped up” she muttered, lightly biting your neck as a scolding “I was teasing” you chuckled, reaching up and gently running your fingers through her hair as the two of you relaxed for the first time in forever.

Later that night, you woke up with a gasp and cried out slightly when you jarred one of your ribs when you shot up, this waking Lena quickly and her immediately pulling you to her “Hey, easy… It was just a dream” Lena whispered into your temple, gently rocking you to try to soothe you and her not asking anything until she heard your breathing slow, pulling back some to look at you “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, cupping your face and gently wiping some tears away with her thumb “I keep seeing that day… Sometimes I shoot Lillian, sometimes it’s Kara, sometimes it’s Alex… But, most times it’s you” you whispered, feeling the tears start to come again “Shhhh, I’m fine, I’m right here… You didn’t hurt me” she assured, pulling you to her once more and her heart breaking at how upset you were “I’m never leaving you, never again” she promised, slowly easing herself onto her back and pulling you down with her so that your head was resting on her chest, holding you as you slowly cried yourself back to sleep.

After that night, it became a nightly routine of you waking up from a nightmare and Lena comforting you and you hated that you kept waking her up, so the night before Christmas Eve, you stayed in the living room in hopes to let her get her full nights rest; you laid on the couch and stared at the Christmas tree that had a bunch of presents underneath it, it still lit since you hadn’t felt like going to sleep yet, you getting broke out of your trance when you heard someone say your name “Lena? What are you doing up?” You asked softly, trying to not wake your parents as you watched her come and sit by your feet on the couch.

“I was waiting for you to come to bed and when you didn’t I came looking” Lena said, looking at you and gently rubbing your leg “I wanted to let you get a full night’s sleep, not wake up again to my stupid nightmares” you said, sitting up and leaning back against the armrest “Baby, I don’t mind that you wake me up in the middle of the night… I love you and I’m always going to be here for you” she said, holding her arms out to you and pulling you close to her as you both got resituated on the couch, pulling the blanket over the two of you, you switched on the tv so you guys could watch something “I love you too” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw.

The next morning, your mother and father walked down the stairs to find the two of you passed out on the couch, your mother smiling before she grabbed her phone and took a few pictures “That reminds me… Y/F/N, can you get the photo albums down? I’m sure Lena and Y/N’s other friends would love to see them” your mother said, looking at your father who nodded before he went back upstairs to find the albums while your mother went to go make breakfast.

After a few hours, you were playing a game with Kara on your Xbox that was in the living room “You cheated!” You shouted, looking at Kara who was laughing “How did I cheat? I’ve never played this game before in my life!” She laughed, shaking her head as you pouted and looking over at Lena who was helping your mother finish cutting the cookies “Lena! Tell them I didn’t cheat!” Kara said, looking at Lena who looked up from her dough “I can’t be a ref to this” Lena said simply, laughing some as she looked back down at the dough.

You pouted more and set your controller down before going into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around Lena from behind “She cheated” you pouted, watching as she turned in your grip and you laughing slightly when you saw the flour on her cheek “I’m sure she didn’t and you’re just pouting” she chuckled, pressing a kiss to your nose “You’re supposed to take my side!” You whined, hearing Kara’s laughter from the living room “I’m not taking a side, I’m stating the obvious, now let me finish” she said, looking at you and you pouted once more “Fine, but you have something…” you said, reaching up and lightly brushing the flour off her cheek and causing her face to turn red “Thank you, now go” she said, giving you a quick kiss before you pulled away and returned to your spot in the living room.

Once the cookies were made and lunch was in the oven, you were all sitting in the living room getting ready to open some gifts “Before we open anything, I’m sure you all want to see these” your mother said, holding up some photo albums much to your dismay “No, they really-“ “Yes we do” Alex cut you off, laughing as she watched you pout before they all gathered around your mother and father, Lena pulling your pouty self onto her lap as she looked over your dads shoulder.

“Awe! Look at that happy naked baby!” Kara said when your mother opened to the first page, you feeling your face flush as you buried your face in your hands “Oh, that was the first time they learned how to take their diaper off” your father chuckled, watching as your mother flipped through the album “Oh look, here’s the one from when they had their first costume party” your mother said, pointing to you in your bright purple outfit “Are you Barney?” Lena asked, laughing some as you felt your ears start to burn “I liked him at that time, okay! I was five!” You whined, huffing when Lena laughed more and gave your shoulder a small kiss “I think it’s adorable”.

Once the embarrassing photos and stories were over, everyone was sat in their spots with gifts “Alright, who goes first?” You asked, looking around and watching as everyone opened their gifts, most being either some new clothes, a watch, some movies, also some new bedding for Kara since the puppy had destroyed hers “Hey, Y/N… I have something else for you, take a walk with me?” Lena whispered in your ear, you nodding as you set your movie down and stood up with her help.

After you both were bundled up, you headed outside, Lena lacing her fingers with yours as she led you towards the small park near your house and glancing at you every so often “It’s so pretty out here” you said, smiling as you looked around the park which looked like a winter wonderland with all the snow “It is very pretty” Lena said, smiling at you as she led you over to the small pond and the two of you sat down on the bench “I have something for you too” you said, taking one of your gloves off so you could dig in your coat pocket easier without fear of the wrapping tearing.

Once you had your small gift out, Lena had hers in hand too “Same time?” You asked, watching her smile before the two of you traded gifts and tore them open, you watching as Lena stared at the box in her hand before she opened it, gasping when she saw the gorgeous necklace inside “Y/N… You didn’t” she said, looking at you and it being a necklace that had both of your birthstones in it, surrounding a heart in the middle “I wanted to” you said softly, smiling at her and watching as she stared at the necklace before handing it to you “Help?” She asked before turning her back to you and moving her hair out of the way.

You gently helped Lena put the necklace on and smiled when she turned around and looked at it “I love it… I love you” she said, smiling at you and then gesturing to the box in your hands “Open yours” she said, watching you intently as you opened it and watched as your brows furrowed “A key?” You asked, looking at her and watching her nod “It’s to my apartment… After next semester, I want you to move in with me” she said, knowing you had already paid for a year in the dorms “It’s also to show there’s no more secrets between us, you have free access to my private place” she said, watching as you stared at her before she saw tears build in your eyes “No no no, I didn’t mean to make you cry” Lena said, assuming the worse as she scooted closer to you “Happy tears… Of course I’ll move in with you” you said, giving her a small smile and watching as she grinned before pulling you into a searing kiss; knowing there were still a lot of bumps in the road you two would have to face, you were ready to do it… With her.

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Chapter 7 - The Mystery of Sanders Castle

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1820, England

The carriage bounced through the road and Logan’s body was buzzing with excitement. This day couldn't have come slower. One month was too long to be away from Virgil.

They had exchanged letters throughout that time, though. They would put letters in a hollowed out tree in the woods between his kingdom and Betrug and would occasionally go for a horse ride to collect them. It was as good as they were going to get. They wouldn’t dare meet each other in the woods in case prying eyes happened upon them.

But now Logan was in the royal carriage on his way to Betrug. He hadn’t been before but, from what Virgil wrote in his letter, it was colourful and beautiful and lively. It would be a nice change from his own grey kingdom.

Logan closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, imagining going for walks through their kingdom like how Philomena and Virgil did. It sounded so exciting and different. He wished his own kingdom could work like that.

As soon as the carriage made its way into the Scharf’s kingdom, Logan was blown away by how bright Betrug was. There seemed to be large trees and greenery and flowers everywhere he turned. The citizens seemed happy and were wearing colourful clothes, the houses stained blue, red, yellow, and green.

However, upon closer inspection, Logan noticed rotten walls, sunken in rooves, and very few glass windows. The buildings in his kingdom were made of stone and, while bland and grey, were at least sturdy and kept out the cold.

The carriage made its way past the large pond in the middle of the kingdom where there were probably two guards for every person lounging on the bank with blankets and picnic baskets.

Soon, Logan was at the entrance of the massive stone castle which looked regal and strong compared to the little wooden houses surrounding it. King Eric, Queen Isolde, Philomena, Virgil, and their three other siblings were at the doorway, looking very menacing. Is this what Philomena and Virgil felt when his family greeted them when they stepped out of the carriage?

The coachman opened the door for him and Logan stepped out, back straight and his head up. Just what his parents expected. The words his mother told him before he left rang in his ears: “You must be a good prince in front of the Scharf’s. Being with your future wife’s family, you must be extra careful and vigilant.”

Logan had been conflicted—he had always been careful and a good prince. Was there something that could suggest he wasn’t? Through most of the carriage ride, he had gone through anything that could have possibly tarnished his image as the perfect prince. But nothing came to mind.

“Logan!” King Eric bounded down the steps with a smile on his face. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Logan made his way to the king, not daring to look at Virgil in case his face would go pink or his heart would start hammering so loudly that King Eric would hear.

Logan bowed, “it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, King Eric.”

King Eric patted Logan’s back. “Aw, we don’t need all this formality—we’re all royals here. Just call me Eric.”

Logan would rather jump off a cliff than ever call King Eric Eric. But he smiled anyway, goodnaturedly. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty, my mother taught me to always address royalty and nobility with their proper titles.”

“What a respectful young man,” Queen Isolde said with a small smile, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around King Eric’s left arm. She glanced over at her children playfully, “some of you ought to take notes.”

Logan was utterly flabbergasted by the informal-ness of it all. His parents wouldn’t be caught dead telling people to call them by their first name or joking with him. It was just another way the Scharf family was different from his own.

Some maids and valets began unloading his things for the five days he would be staying at Virgil and Philomena’s castle.

King Eric gestured for his children to come forward, “come introduce yourself, children.” He lowered his voice, “they are very excited to meet you,” he winked, “it’s not everyday the prince from across the woods comes to visit.”

The youngest one got to Logan first. “Hi Prince Logan, I’m Peter. I can’t wait to have another older brother! Maybe you can play hide-and-go-seek with me,” he pouted.

Logan’s lips quirked upwards but didn’t say anything.

“My name’s Mabel,” Mabel said with a short curtsey. “Glad to make your acquaintance.”

Lillian firmly locked her gaze with Logan before saying, “I’m Lillian. I hope at least you’re tolerable.”

“Uh, thank you?” Logan said, not liking how it sounded like a question.

Philomena smiled and discreetly rolled her eyes. “Don’t mind her, come on, I’d like to show you around Betrug.”

“Be back before tea,” King Eric called out as Philomena and Logan made their way away from the castle and into the bustle of the town.

“Virgil, you go along with them and watch out,” Queen Isolde added in.

“When did I become a personal guard?” Virgil grumbled but walked over to Philomena and Logan nonetheless.

When they were out of earshot, Logan said, “I thought you said that you could walk around your kingdom without any guards?”

Philomena sighed. “You usually can. But, recently, there have been whispers of a resistance.”

“A resistance? What are they possibly upset about?” But then Logan remembered the rotting houses, the cracks in all the wooden buildings…but, if it was about housing, wouldn’t the resistance be created long before that?

Philomena didn’t respond—she just wrung her hands tightly near her stomach. Logan glanced back for a response from Virgil. “They’re upset that Philomena’s marrying you.”

Logan stopped dead in his tracks.

“It’s only a small portion of citizens and they wouldn’t try anything in broad daylight,” Philomena said, but Logan was already spiralling. He knew his kingdom had a bad reputation compared to Betrug, but he didn’t think it was worth creating a resistance. “Do you guys know who they are?”

Virgil shook his head, “No. They’re taking extra precaution to keep everyone’s identity a secret. However,” he lowered his voice, and Logan’s eyes lingered on Virgil’s lips a little too long, “their leader seems to be a woman, Ann, but it’s a pseudonym because there is no one named Ann in this kingdom.”

Logan exhaled, thousands of incidents running through his mind. “Is it possible that the resistance could strike while I’m here?”

“It’s entirely possi—I mean, hey!” Virgil said as Philomena jabbed her elbow in Virgil’s side. “I’m just being honest!”

“You’ll be fine,” Philomena reassured him. “As I said before, nobody would dare try something in broad daylight. The resistance’s views are the minority.”

“Do you have a percentage on that?” It would be comforting just to see how little the population hated him. Unless they were lying and there were more people who hated him. In that case, he was comfortable in staying ignorant on the exact numbers.

As they continued through Betrug, Logan could feel the underlying question just waiting to be brought up by one of them as soon as they were completely alone. What are we going to be doing about the wedding?

***

“There has to be some way to stop it from going ahead,” Virgil muttered, later that day after tea. They were in a little hidden room near the kitchens which was bustling with activity with supper preparations. It was the perfect noise to hide their voices.

“There is no way to do this without being banished or jailed,” Philomena said, tapping her quil against her journal in thought.

“Or dying,” Virgil added in.

“Or dying. Yes,” Logan nodded, leaning against one of the walls and racking his brain for something useful. “We could…” Logan trailed off and Philomena and Virgil turned to stare at him. “We could fake our deaths.”

“And how exactly are we supposed to do that?” Philomena asked skeptically. “It would have to be convincing and if we don’t want to frame somebody, it’ll have to look like an accident.”

“And it’s not like we can just pretend to fall off a cliff because there has to be a body to prove that we’ve died,” Virgil added in.

“We could bribe someone to be our fake witness,” Logan said again. “Then, they won’t need bodies.”

“But they might think that that poor fellow murdered us. And we’d need to find someone trustworthy enough to not tattle on us and get a greater reward for turning us in,” Philomena said, biting her bottom lip.

If Irwin were still around, Logan knew he would help them in a heartbeat. But if Irwin had been here, would they have kissed all those weeks ago? Perhaps everything had happened how they were supposed to. Logan wasn’t sure he believed in fate but it was the only way he could conclude this train of thought.

Virgil glanced over at him curiously. “What are you thinking about?”

Logan pursed his lips and turned away just slightly. Should he tell Virgil about Irwin? He felt guilty even though there was nothing to be guilty about. He sighed and finally relented, telling Virgil and Philomena about his relationship with Irwin and how Irwin wanted to show him something the night the siblings arrived and how Irwin was fired by his own mother because she saw them holding hands.

“I’ve come to realize that our relationship was kind of one-sided. He helped me get through so many things and I hardly know anything about him…” Logan finished, wincing at how that sounded. He wished he had asked more questions instead of being on the receiving end of them. “But he was my only friend at the time…”

“Your mother fired Irwin?” Philomena repeated.

Logan nodded slowly, Virgil came around and held his hand.

“I think you’ve got it all wrong,” Philomena said, rustling around until she was holding up a page in her journal.

“What are you talking about?” Logan asked, confused. “My mother fired Irwin.

Philomena cleared her throat and read: “While walking through the halls of the Sanders’ palace, I overheard two women in a room. I didn’t try to eavesdrop—but they were whispering rather ferociously. One of them sounded like Queen Alice! She addressed the other woman as Emese.”

The head cook, Logan thought, eyes wide.

“They were obviously arguing and it seemed to be about whether or not to fire a valet. They didn’t mention a name but the queen seemed adamant about keeping him while Emese seemed determined to fire the poor fellow. I didn’t know what the valet’s crime was but, if the queen was defending him, I believed the valet was in the right. I felt bad because I think Emese won the argument.” Philomena looked up from her journal and stared over at Logan. “I don’t think your mother wanted to fire Irwin.”

“But she’s the queen, she could have kept him if she wanted to!” Logan exclaimed, voice breaking.

Virgil squeezed his hand tighter, “Emese and your mother must have been close. She must have told Emese about what she saw and didn’t want to lose their friendship.”

“Again,” Logan said sharply, “she’s the queen.”

Philomena fiddled with her skirt. “If they were close,” she said slowly, “what if Emese knew something your mother didn’t want people to know? Then Queen Alice would want to save her image and fire Irwin so Emese wouldn’t spill.”

“What could Emese possibly have on my mother?” Logan asked out loud, knowing no one really knew the answer but asking it anyway.

“It would have to be something big,” Virgil said. “Really, really, big.”

That night, at supper, Logan felt slightly overwhelmed. It seemed that everyone was talking over each other and someone was always asking him a question which he just barely managed to answer before being thrown another.

“Do you have any pets?” Peter asked, shoving food into his mouth. “We used to have a dog but he died.”

“Uh, no,” Logan shook his head.

“It must be so lonely without siblings,” Mabel said, pity in her eyes. “And no pets to keep you company.”

“I would love to be an only child,” Lillian grumbled, loud enough that only Logan and Virgil managed to hear.

“What’s the food like?” Peter asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“They’re in the same country as us, Pete,” Lillian said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re just across the woods from us.”

“Yeah, the food is pretty much the same,” Logan nodded. Probably better here, he added in his head. Most of their old chefs had quit in the past couple of years and they had had to hire new ones which weren’t as experienced.

“I hear your garden is exquisite,” Mabel said. “Do you have a favourite flower? Mine are roses.”

“Trust Mabel to ask the boring questions,” Lilian grumbled quietly as she ate her food. “She even has the most boring favourite flower. Honestly? Roses?”

“Uh, I like cornflowers,” Logan responded, shrugging.

“How are James and Alice doing?” Queen Isolde asked, cocking her head to the side. Logan’s parents would have someone fired for addressing them by their first name. It even sounded wrong in Logan’s ears.

“Oh, uh, they’re fine. Doing well,” Logan nodded awkwardly. He glanced at Virgil for a split second before bringing his attention back to the queen.

“I heard about all the unrest over there,” Queen Isolde mentioned, pityingly. “Horrible, really. Do tell your parents if they need any help, they can just send us a letter and we’ll try to lend a hand.” She winked, good-naturedly, “us royals have to stick together.”

“Why does your kingdom look so grey and bleh,” Lillian cut in, making a face.

“That’s because almost all of our buildings are made of stone,” Logan explained, noticing the queen giving Lillian a look.

She immediately straightened up and plastered a smile on her face. “I hope you’ll sleep well tonight,” Lillian said in a fake-happy tone.

Mabel turned to her sister, agast. “What did you do to his bedroom?”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m just saying that I hope he has a good night's sleep. I thought I was merely being polite,” Lillian shrugged.

“It is polite unless it’s coming from you,” Philomena said, pointing her fork at Lillian. “What did you do this time? Spiders? Snakes?”

Logan’s eyebrows drew down in confusion. Spiders and snakes in his bedroom?

Lillian rolled her eyes but she was grinning. “Can’t I have any fun around here?”

“Young lady, I want you to clean up whatever mess you made in Logan’s room, you hear me?” Queen Isolde snapped, pointing a finger down the hall.

Lillian stood up. pushed herself away from the table and walked leisurely away. “I was done eating anyway,” she said as she turned the corner and disappeared.

“We’ll assign you a different bedroom,” Queen Isolde said, apologetically. “Lillian thinks these pranks are funny.”

“She rubbed some kind of itch-inducing powder on my pillow last week,” Philomena piped up.

“She put that same stuff on my clothes too,” King Eric exclaimed with a boisterous laugh.

Queen Isolde shook her head, “sometimes she goes too far. I thought she would grow out of it eventually…” she trailed off.

“Mom, she still is a child—let her have her fun,” Mabel said with a sigh. “Dad told me that at seventeen you pranked dad by pretending to be a ghost in the castle for a good eight months. Flour on your face…long, white, nightgown…staring longingly out lit windows…”

Queen Isolde slapped her husband on the arm playfully. “Eric,” she said, but she was smiling, “when did you tell her about that?”

King Eric just laughed and banged the table until the glasses were shaking and the whole table had erupted into laughter. It was the happiest Logan had ever seen a family.

***

The next morning, Philomena and Virgil showed Logan more of the castle. The Scharf’s castle matched its kingdom—falsely bright. Hundreds of paintings adorned the walls that hid the dirty and cracked stone.

Lillian sharply turned the corner and almost banged into Philomena who was in the front. Virgil and Logan stepped away from each other quickly.

Lillian grinned mischievously. “Perfect timing,” she grabbed Philomena’s arm and began dragging her off. “I gotta show you something.”

Once their footsteps had faded away Logan snuggled up closer to Virgil and intertwined their hands together.

Logan smiled contentedly. “What do you suppose she wants to show Philomena?”

Virgil shrugged. “Probably some prank she set up for our mom. I can’t imagine why she needs Philomena.”

“Maybe she wants a witness to her chaos,” Logan replied idly as they continued on down the hall.

Virgil chuckled, “maybe.”

They made their way to the castle’s grounds which were filled with colourful flowers, fountains, and tall, symmetrical, trees.

“Your place is beautiful,” Logan mumbled quietly, touching a rose’s red petal gently.

Virgil didn’t say anything, just squeezed Logan’s hand.

That was when they heard the first shriek. “Help! Someone!”

Virgil dropped Logan’s hand. “Philomena,” he said, eyes wide, and he began running towards the noise.

Logan struggled to catch up but soon they had vaulted over the stone fence and into the woods that separated Logan and Virgil’s kingdoms.

Up ahead, Logan could see a figure in a black cloak with what looked like Philomena with a burlap sack over her head. She wasn’t making any sounds—probably gagged. Then, they turned behind a massive oak tree and vanished.

Virgil skidded to a halt at the tree. “Wh-how?”

“Must be some kind of secret base underground,” Logan panted out, trying to catch his breath. Maybe he should take up jogging. Virgil didn’t even look fazed by the intense running.

Virgil began running his hands along all the oak tree and trees nearby, inspecting the ground. “It looked like they just disappeared into thin air.” He paused before saying quietly, “they wouldn’t…kill her, would they?”

“No,” Logan shook his head confidently even though no one could ever be sure. “If I were the resistance, I’d keep her alive and use her as leverage against your parents.”

Virgil calmed a little at this. “Y-yeah. Of course. Leverage.”

Logan joined with Virgil’s searching, thumping his feet on the ground, listening for anything that sounded suspicious. If they went underground, there had to be some kind of hole to actually get down there. “Do you suppose they have Lillian too?”

Virgil became stricken at the words. “They must.”

“But we only saw one person in a burlap sack. Maybe she managed to get away,” Logan said, thinking, continuing to search for anything that could lead them to Philomena.

“Well maybe we should go find her,” Virgil said. “Maybe Lillian saw whoever took Philomena.”

All of a sudden people in matching black cloaks and cloths over their mouths sprung out from behind the trees and tied their hands behind their backs.

Logan struggled and yelled until someone gagged him as well. He saw Virgil kick someone in the face.

Suddenly, another figure appeared and stood right in front of the now gagged and bound princes. She seemed much more powerful and the others glanced her way. Ann, Logan’s mind supplied.

Ann waved her hand and a person near Virgil untied his gag.

“I’m going to murder you,” Virgil spat out.

“Of course,” Ann replied with a kind nod and Logan couldn’t help but think her voice sounded familiar. She waved her hand again and someone untied Logan’s gag.

“Where is Philomena?” Logan asked, glaring at the woman.

“All in due time, Prince Logan,” Ann said with another nod of her head.

Why is she being so nice? Logan asked himself, curling his hand into a fist. It was infuriating.

“What are you doing?” Virgil asked, ice in his voice. “You obviously aren’t here to converse in pleasant conversation with us.”

Ann’s eyes crinkled, smiling. “Ann would like an audience with you.”

Both Virgil and Logan swiveled their heads to look at each other, obviously thinking the same thing: she’s not Ann?

Virgil turned back to not-Ann, biting his lip as he contemplated the woman’s offer.

Logan could practically see the gears turning in Virgil’s head. If Virgil spoke to Ann, there was a chance of getting revenge. “Fine. Ann can come here.”

The woman laughed a little. “Oh no, we’re bringing you to Ann.” She waved her hand again and their bound hands were free once again.

“How are you so sure we’re not going to kill you?” Logan asked.

“I’m not the one you’re upset at.”

“But you’re a part of a group who kidnapped the eldest Princess,” Virgil said.

The woman didn’t even turn around as she made her way to the oak tree. “Go ahead and kill me, but you won’t get to meet Ann.”

Virgil visibly bared his teeth but made no move against the woman as he followed her.

The woman glanced upwards and knocked on the trunk of the tree in an intricate pattern that Logan didn’t even try to commit to memory.

“Aren’t you going to blindfold us or something?” Logan asked.

“Always the practical one,” the woman said with a quiet chuckle.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s no need for one,” the woman responded just as a wooden platform dropped down, rope on either corners.

Logan kept his mouth shut but still couldn’t get the nagging feeling that he knew this woman. He began going through all the possible answers which weren’t that many.

The platform they stood on rose high up the tree trunk until they were brought up to a large branch of the oak tree where a door was carved into the trunk. Inside the tree, another pulley system was set up and they slowly descended underground.

They walked for what seemed like twenty minutes in an underground tunnel until they found themselves under a trapdoor.

Logan had been silently mapping this all out and it wasn’t possible they were still in Betrug. There were either in an unmarked part of the woods or smack dab in the middle of his own kingdom.

They climbed up the ladder and found themselves in a small room, a little lantern on a shelf nearby.

“Good morning, Logan and Virgil,” a new voice (yet somehow familiar as well) said and Logan snapped his head around to meet a new cloaked figure. “Welcome. I’m Ann.”

Rage filled Logan but he pushed it down. He wanted to hear what Ann had to say. There must have been a reason to bring both of them here. He would lull Ann into a false sense of security before striking.

The woman that had taken them here nodded her head and stood behind Ann who was sitting in a chair.

Virgil advanced a couple of steps, hands turned into fists.

“Logan, please restrain your boyfriend,” Ann said in a bored voice, crossing her legs.

It occurred to Logan that she was quite short. He made no move to stop Virgil though, he was more shocked to hear that Ann knew about them being together. The only other person to know was Philomena.

“Where is my sister?” Virgil snapped. “And you should be calling us by our proper titles.”

Ann rolled her eyes. “I don’t think I will.” She snapped her fingers. “Go get Philomena before this one goes feral.”

The woman left through the only door in the room and Logan could glimpse bright sunshine before the door was closed again.

“How could you kidnap my sister,” Virgil growled and lunged for Ann.

Ann stood up and moved out of the way quickly. The height difference was more apparent this time without Ann sitting in a chair.

Virgil flung his right hand out and smacked Ann right across the face.

Ann stood stock still and her eyes narrowed. “Are you quite done, Virgil?”

“I don’t think I am—“ Virgil was cut off as Ann reached up and smacked Virgil across the face.

Logan lost control of his rage. “How dare you! Do you not realize who he is?”

Suddenly, the door opened and the woman poked her head through. “Philomena is refusing to come.”

Ann sighed tiredly. “Always stubborn, the Scharf’s are,” she said in a wry tone.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Logan asked coldly, not liking the way Ann was speaking. He couldn’t imagine anyone speaking to royalty like this.

“Follow me if you want to see Philomena,” Ann said as she walked out the door.

Logan squinted at the sudden natural light streaming through the high-set windows as he made his way through the door. “We’re in our old food storage building…”

“You mean the one with the missing goods?” Virgil asked quietly.

Logan nodded. It was completely empty save for a couple of chairs. It wasn’t very large so he could see what he assumed was Philomena at the end of the room, bound and gagged.

Virgil opened his mouth, but Ann beat him to it. “Let her go.”

“Are you sure?” Someone asked.

“Let. Her. Go,” Ann repeated, this time more firmly.

Once Philomena was out of her bounds and ungagged, she went right into Ann’s face. “I don’t know who you are but I don’t think you just realized the severity of what you just did. Kidnapping me? I should just walk out through that door right now.”

“You won’t,” Ann said calmly, crossing her arms definitely.

“And why won’t I?” Philomena asked, glaring down at Ann.

“Because you’re going to hear what I have to say.”

“And why should we listen to you?” Virgil said, stepping up and standing next to Philomena.

Ann pulled off her hood and pulled down the cloth covering most of her face. “Because you will listen to me.”

And there, standing in front of the three of them, was Lillian Scharf. She glared up at her older siblings, no longer looking like the quarrelsome teenager Logan met back at the castle.

“Lillian?” Philomena said, shock written all over her face.

“Sit down—all of you,” Lillian grimaced, pointing her finger at three chairs.

The three of them complied.

“So…this resistance isn’t about the arranged marriage between Philomena and I, isn’t it?” Logan asked.

“What an obtuse observation,” Lillian said dryly.

“Lillian,” Philomena scolded.

“You’re not my mom,” Lillian exclaimed. “Now, listen to me.”

“Why is there a secret tunnel leading to my kingdom and my family’s personal storage building?” Logan demanded. All the anger had drained away and now he was just plain confused.

“Think hard, Logan. Why do you think there’s a secret tunnel leading here, huh?” Lillian paused and, when Logan just gave her a blank look, she sighed. “My parents framed you.”

And that’s when it clicked. Logan’s eyes widened. “Your parents stole the missing goods and planted them here!”

Lillian nodded. “Exactly. And my spy tells me that most of your kingdom’s so-called problems stem from one, single, person.”

“Emese,” the woman who had brought him and Virgil through the tunnel said seriously. She pulled down her own hood and face mask and Logan could clearly see his parent’s most trusted adviser, Clara. “She blackmails your mother into doing things that don’t quite make sense—going easy on the criminals and sending regular citizens to prison, raising the taxes.”

“Do you know what Emese has over my mother?” Logan asked hopefully. Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth a kingdom’s favour.

Clara shook her head. “Unfortunately, no.”

“How long have you known?” Virgil asked hoarsely, face turned downwards, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Since I was 9. I’ve always been a snoop. Although I didn’t actually do anything until I was 11,” Lillian replied.

“She gave me and the rest of the resistance a mini heart attack when she came to one of our meetings,” Clara said with a little laugh.

“Why did you kidnap me?” Philomena asked Lillian. She didn’t look nearly as upset about the realization that her parents were crooks as Virgil was.

“If I kidnapped you and made sure Logan and Virgil heard it, then I’d have all three of you with me without raising suspicions,” Lillian replied.

“Why do you need us?” Virgil asked.

Lillian grinned mischievously. “I technically don’t need you, but I have a proposition to make.”

***

Down below, under the Scharf castle, Logan, Virgil, and Philomena huddled in a small, stone, room. It was completely dark, save for the thin space between the wooden floor and the trapdoor that hid them.

Virgil was shaking next to Logan and he desperately wished he could say anything to make him feel better. But it wasn’t everyday you found out your own parents weren’t as great as you thought they were after years of putting them on a pedestal. Logan just held both of Virgil’s hands tightly instead.

While Virgil was shaking, Philomena was fidgeting. Probably wanting to continuously ask when it would start but Lillian had given the three of them strict orders to be silent.

Logan silently scoffed—since when did he listen to the orders of a fourteen year old?

And that was when the first screams began. Logan could hear one of the servants shriek and then the floor vibrate as she began running, “fire! Fire!”

It sounded like chaos in the castle. The shouts and yelling only got louder and Logan felt Virgil’s body tense up at the sound of someone’s voice going “they’ve got Princess Philomena, Prince Virgil, and Prince Logan!”

But then came the full on shaking and loud bangs. “Lillian didn’t say anything about this…” Philomena whispered, trailing off. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know…” Logan said, feeling his own heartbeat quicken and begged it to slow down before Virgil could sense it. “This wasn’t a part of the plan.”

Virgil shot out of Logan’s arms. “The cannons. They’re using the cannons!” Virgil began hyperventilating and almost knocked the glasses off Logan’s face in searching for the handle of the trapdoor.

Logan blindly flung his arms up and brought Virgil back down against his chest. “You can’t go out there, Virge, you’ll be killed. The power of those cannons could knock this whole place down. We’re safer here.”

“But mom, dad, Mabel, Peter…Lillian!”

Philomena’s hand grazed Logan’s side before, assumingly, finding Virgil’s shoulder. “Lillian’s smart and tough. I’m sure this is all part of the plan. Maybe something went wrong. I’m sure our family’s fine.” But she sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Virgil.

Another massive boom and then shake and Virgil wiggled out of Logan’s grip. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

But then everything was silent. Oddly silent. The three of them held their breath.

Someone above opened the trapdoor and Logan squinted up before seeing Lillian’s familiar face and sighing in relief. He didn’t see the fat tears rolling down her face until Philomena gasped and asked what happened.

Lillian explained through sobs as she helped the three of them out of the secret room. “They-they went behind my back. All of them. They fired the cannons and brought the whole castle down in ruins…”

As Logan stepped onto the floor where there should have been an enclosed hallway around them, he saw blue skies and rubble all around him. The whole place seemed to be blanketed in smoke.

Lillian brought her two siblings into a hug and her cries wracked her whole body. “Everyone that was in the castle is dead. Our family.”

Philomena began rubbing Lillian’s back soothingly.

“Clara said that the only way to bring in a new era was to get rid of the old monarchy. I can’t believe she’d do this to me—I thought we were friends.”

Logan felt his blood boil. “Where are they now? Where’d they go?” He needed to speak to Clara. He couldn’t bring the rest of the Scharf’s back to life but he needed to do something about this.

“They didn’t tell me,” Lillian sniffed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “Clara was the last person to speak to me. She said that the resistance decided to spare me because none of them believed I could do anything about it.”

Logan kicked a massive stone.

“The resistance underestimated you,” Virgil said slowly, his voice hardening. “You can do plenty to get them back.”

Bit by bit, Lillian stopped crying. Her eyes flashed determinedly. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” She paused. “But I need to create a plan.”

“Whatever you come up with, we’ll help you as much as we can. However, I suggest we first find someplace to go. My castle’s out of the question—everyone thinks we’re dead,” Logan said, tapping his foot, thinking about his poor parents without an heir. Now that he had spent his time at the Scharf’s, his parents didn’t seem nearly as bad as he thought.

Lillian straightened her spine, fire in her eyes, looking ever the leader. “I know where we can go.”

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Thoughts on Rewatching Supergirl Season 3

While I did watch most of this season, it was kinda where I dropped off of watching the show.  I just to be too busy and some of the story.

I still freaking miss Cat being on the show.  But I love that she became Press Secretary for President Mardin.

Even though I love Adrian Pasdar, I hate Morgan Edge.  He is a mix between Maxwell Lord, Lillian Luthor, and Donald Trump.

Love having more Lena.

I don’t like mopey Kara.  But I get it.  She loved Mon-El, who had to leave Earth in order to live.  But James is right - Kara needs to get her head on straight and not just be Supergirl 24/7.

While I like James being more CatCo-oriented in this season opener, I really miss Snapper Carr.  Especially since Kara just quit.  You know Snapper (and Cat) woud be pissed and disappointed in her because they spent so much time teaching and mentoring her as a CatCo reporter.  I feel like Clark would understand, but still be a bit disappointed.

Glad that Alex called Kara out on her pity party.

Ooh, Kara just foreshadowed the breakup of Alex and Maggie.

Awww, super sweet moment between Alex and J’onn when she asks him to walk her down the aisle in place of her father.  Too bad it never happens.

While I like Erica Durance and loved her Lois on Smallville, I don’t like her Alura.  I am too attached to Laura Benanti.

I love the mother/daughter relationship between Sam and Ruby.

Well, we know why Eve is a big fan of Lena’s.  She’s a member of Team Luthor.

I am glad that Lena bought CatCo, but she and James have an interesting transition ahead of them.

I think the beginning of the end for Maggie and Alex was Maggie’s dad.

I liked meeting J’onn’s father.

I like the girls spending time together: Kara, Lena, Alex, Maggie, and Samantha.

Not as much James and Winn bonding as the last two seasons, which makes me sad.

I hate cult (and religious) storylines.  Ugh, to the Cult of Rao and Thomas Coville.  I like Chad Lowe, though.

I wonder if they will keep Alex’s desire to be a mom for future seasons.

Morgan getting back at Lena by harming children is truly disgusting.

And Mon-El is back... from the future!  Yeah, like we didn’t know that was going to happen.  But couldn’t they have waited a season or two to bring him back and do the Legion story?

Mixed feelings on “Crisis on Earth-X”.  Nazis are overdone, though can be relective of the time.  Earth-X Oliver & Kara = ewwww.  Oversaturation of main Arrowverse characters in the Supergirl episode.  Yeah, I know I complained that there wasn’t even crossover last season.  Not enough Winn, or I should say Earth-38 Winn.

Alex and Sara are a pretty hot couple.  Too bad they were only a drunken hookup at a universe-crossing wedding.

I love Kara and Barry’s friendship.  They understand each other’s problems, both of the superhero nature and the strains of relationships.

I love General Winn Schott of Earth-X

I like Ray Terrill aka The Ray, but wasn’t a fan of his CW Seed animated series.

Supergirl in distress during this crossover was a bore, but I liked Alex having a leading role in The Flash part of the crossover.

The most interesting thing about Overgirl is her dying of a solar radiation meltdown.

Imra Ardeen, Saturn Girl, is pretty and nice, but why bring her in when she is treated as a disposable wife to Mon-El, who isn’t even her canon love interest?

J’onn’s father is the most adorable man, er, Martian.

Still feel like James and Lena came out of nowhere.  Still missing James and Kara’s squandered potential.

Brainiac 5 seems endearing, but I feel like the costume/makeup is a bit off.  I felt like Seasons 1′s Indigo fka Brainiac 8 looked better.

I love it when there is an all-girl team episode in almost episode in almost any show.  So, naturally I liked Saturn Girl and villainesses Livewire and Psi joining up with Supergirl to fight Reign.

I hated losing Leslie aka Livewire.  She was so much fun.

I hope to see Psi again.

Umm, I don’t remember this karaoke scene... wow...

Aww, poor Winn.  His dad was a bad guy, but he did love his son, in his own way.

And so we meet Winn’s mom.

Yeah, I would say that he wanted to go out with a bang.

M’yrnn J’onzz having the Martian equivalent of dementia is the saddest story of the season.

Oh, God.  Mon-El cannot sing.  At all.

I love the new, or rather revised, costume Mon-El wears.  Very comic-accurate.

Honestly, not too interested in the other Worldkillers.

My poor Winn.

I like the conversations between Sam and Reign inside Sam’s head while Lena is trying to help her.

I like Brainy with the image inducer.

And I guess this is where we start to see a division between Kara/Supergirl and Lena.

Yay, Winn made Alex a battlesuit with modified weapons!  I love when the techies upgrade the heroes.

Ha, I love Lena showing up Brainy on the Legion ship.

While I didn’t care much for the Worldkillers story, what was the purpose in having two more along with Reign if you weren’t going to utilize them?

I will say that I like that Julia overcame the Purity personality and killed Pestilence before succumbing to her injuries.

I like that James tells Lena the truth about him being Guardian and that he broke into her lab to make sure there wasn’t anymore kryptonite.  And Lena admitting that she made the kryptonite.  Being honest and trusting others goes along way.  Something that Kara still needs to learn.

Brainy and Winn’s “goodbye” is awkward and funny.

I feel bad for Imra.  Yeah, she helped save Kara and the people of National City.  Yeah, her sister is alive now because Pestilence is dead and can’t become Blight now.  But still the Mon-El/Kara awkward relationship rears its ugly head.  Imra is too nice and cool to be forced onto the sidelines.

I’m surprised that they brought back Sam’s adoptive mother.  Not surprised that she was killed by Reign.

And James gets outed as a hero/vigilante.

While I like Alex and Ruby spending time together both before and after the Sam/Reign secret was out, I feel it just hurts Alex more.  She gets to play mom to this girl who is soon out of her life and then Alex doesn’t seem to be any closer to finding love after Maggie or a new chance at motherhood.

Argo City!  Alura is alive.  Mother/daughter reunion.

Nice going, Winn.  Make the near-orphan feel worse because you are stressed.  She has it worse, honey.  Your late father was a minor supervillain in comparison to what is a part of her mother.

I love the mentions of Astra and Non when Kara brings her mother up to speed.  It’s also nice to hear Alura say that she was wrong in some of her decisions regarding Fort Rozz and Krypton.

While I understand Kara’s wish to go live in Argo, it would have been way too easy.  Plus, 

Poor James and Winn.  Bored with slow days of patroling.

I like that they are bringing up the gun debate.

Wow, it astounds that Eve is more than the blonde secretary stereotype.

I wasn’t surprised by Selena being the leader of the Kryptonian witch cult.  We had already seen visions of the priestess.

How could they not see it was a damn trap?  Kara spent years on Earth.  She should be genre savvy enough to know when the Big Bad speechifies about their plan, it means they are trying to kill the heroes.  Duh.  She should have known before then.

While I like Brainiac 5 and I understand why he can’t go back to the future, I hate that Winn is being sent in his place.  I am so going to miss Winn and looking at Jeremy Jordan.

Alex asking herself the hard, very real questions.

For a season-ending battle, it was pretty good.  I do like that Kara tried to stick to her morals.

Glad that Sam will be okay.

Sad to lose J’onn’s father.

I’m not surprised that Alex is being made the Director of the DEO.  It has been hinted at since Season 1.

I like Alura’s fight suit.

This sweet, sad goodbye.

Mon-El will have his hands full with Winn.

Not sure how I feel about J’onn leaving the DEO.

Oh, Lena.  What have you gotten yourself into?

And the Season 4 tease is a Kara clone(?) in Siberia.

So glad that I finally finished that season.  Because I totally missed those last few episodes.

[florablume]

Character Development Questions

Part 1: The Basics

What is your full name? Flora Elizabeth Blume

Where and when were you born? San Francisco, California on April 4th 1978

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) My mother is Joanne Blume, a retired teacher who isn’t ever afraid to say exactly what she thinks. She has little to no filter, which has made for many an awkward conversation in the past. My father is Richard Blume, a retired accountant. He’s proud, probably too proud sometimes, and occasionally outspoken. Apparently I’m the most like him out of his three daughters.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? I have two younger sisters - Pippa and Sam. I get on with Pippa the most, probably because our personalities don’t clash so much. We’ve always been able to open up to each other about a lot of things. Sam and I butt heads a lot and we always have done. I’ve always just assumed it’s because I’m the oldest and she’s the youngest, but who knows.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. I live on Manhattan’s Upper East Side in New York City, with Henry and our son Finley. Henry and I have been through a lot together - we’re not married but we act like we are. The apartment is Henry’s and we’ve lived there as a family for about a year almost. 

What is your occupation? I’m a Nurse Practitioner

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye colour, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. I’m about five foot one, so not exactly blessed with height. I don’t make a habit of weighing myself, but I’d say I’m about average for a woman of my height. I’m caucasian with brown hair and brown eyes, and a few freckles all over my skin. I enjoy a floral print, and I’m probably more comfortable in dresses and skirts than trousers, although at work I don’t have much of a choice. No tattoos, but I do have a couple of piercings - ears and my naval (don’t ask). I have a small scar in my right eyebrow, and a couple of marks on my back from past scrapes.

To which social class do you belong? If you’d asked me this a year ago, I would’ve said working to middle class, but I’m not too sure any more. 

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? No allergies as far as I’m aware. No diseases or physical weaknesses - I’m in (near) perfect shape.

Are you right- or left-handed? Right-handed

What does your voice sound like? Like my voice? I don’t really know how to describe it. (Cue Henry shouting “whiny” in the distance)

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Too many terms of endearment probably. I use them a lot at work and that’s bled into my home life. I probably roll my eyes way too much as well.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing because I don’t have any. You can thank the manufacturers of women’s clothing for that.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? As far as I’m aware, no. You’re probably better asking Henry or Fin this question, although I dread what that answer would be. 

Part 2: Growing Up

How would you describe your childhood in general? Wonderful. I had a really happy childhood and I know how lucky I was to have two very loving parents. They couldn’t have done any more for us than they did. 

What is your earliest memory? The day Sam was born. I remember us going to visit my mom in the hospital, and my dad left me in charge of Pip while he went to get my mom some flowers. I remember feeling so grown up being an older sister a second time.

How much schooling have you had? All of it - all the way to undergrad at college at least anyway. 

Did you enjoy school? Yeah, I liked it. I enjoyed learning a lot when I was a kid, and I still do. 

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? Through working. Studying nursing is one thing, but it’s a whole different ball game once you start on the job. You learn things that can’t be taught in a classroom.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. Probably my dad. He was always so hardworking and I knew I wanted to be like that when I grew up. Sometimes I thought he put a little too much into his work, and he could’ve spent more time with us, but I suppose all he wanted to do was provide for his family and I respect that.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? I got on pretty well with most of my family. Sam was the only one I really butted heads with. We’re just like polar opposites in some ways, but then we’re both really stubborn too. She thinks I boss her around too much, and I think she needs to take more responsibility for herself. We’re still like this with each other now.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I honestly can’t remember. Probably a teacher because my mom was one, and it was the only job I’d ever really come into contact with. 

As a child, what were your favourite activities? I played with dolls a lot, and me and my sisters would always make up games together. Embarrassingly, we’d sometimes make up dance routines to show my parents. Thank god there’s no video evidence of that.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? Bossiness was the main one, which I dispute to this day, but everyone tells me I’m wrong. I was also pretty protective of my sisters too, always helping them whenever they fell over or got into any kind of scrape. I didn’t like seeing them hurt.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? Not really, no. I had a few close friends when I was a kid, but I think Pip was definitely the popular one out of the three of us. The friends I had lasted all the way through to high school though - Lillian, Maggie and Kathryn. I still see them every now and again. 

When and with whom was your first kiss? I think I was about thirteen or something. It was with some guy at school that I thought I liked. It was awful, just like a first kiss is meant to be because neither of you has a clue what you’re doing. 

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? No. I don’t remember a lot about my first time if I’m completely honest. I was at college and I just wanted to get it out of the way so I was pretty drunk when it actually happened. I don’t even remember the guy’s name...

Part 3: Past Influences

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Giving birth to Finley.

Who has had the most influence on you? Probably Henry and Fin, both for very different reasons. I changed a lot after I first met Henry, and becoming a mom has probably changed me the most throughout my whole life.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Raising Finley in a safe and stable home, and being able to watch him grow up.

What is your greatest regret? Not telling Henry how much I loved him before he left all those years ago. If I could change one thing in my life, that would be it.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? I don’t think I’ve ever done anything evil. Does elbowing Henry in the balls to get out of watching a horror film count? If so, then that.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? A small one, from stupid behaviour in my twenties. 

When was the time you were the most frightened? When they first took me into the House. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my whole life.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I can think of a million embarrassing things that have happened to me - most involving Henry.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? Borrowing money from a loan shark while I was in college was a very stupid thing to do. But then, if I hadn’t done that stupid thing I might never have met Henry, so I probably wouldn’t change that. I’d change the moment when I decided not to tell him that I loved him. 

What is your best memory? I have two - the first time I ever held Fin, and the year that Henry decided to spend Christmas in Florida instead of with his family. 

What is your worst memory? There are way too many to recall from living in the House. We’d be here all day.

Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? Optimist.

What is your greatest fear? Losing Henry or Fin.

What are your religious views? I’m Christian, but non-practicing.

What are your political views? Liberal.

What are your views on sex? It’s great?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? My gut response is no, but if someone put anyone I care about in danger then that answer would quickly change to yes. I wouldn’t ever say it’s acceptable, but I’d do anything to protect the people I love.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? I mean, murder is the obvious answer.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? Sort of, I think. I believe in love and I think that’s enough to believe in. 

What do you believe makes a successful life? Honesty, loyalty and having a strong and loving family around you, whether you come from one or you have to build your own from scratch.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? I’ve been told that I’m a bad liar, so I’d say I’m pretty honest about most things.

Do you have any biases or prejudices? Not any more, I don’t think so. Well. Maybe a little. Some rich people are still snooty and up their own asses, the Dunnes excluded.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? I can think of one thing that I keep refusing to do, but I might be slowly coming around to it. I don’t know. I can’t decide. GAH.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? Henry and Fin, without question.

Part 5: Relationships With Others

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? I’d like to think I treat everyone politely. I wouldn’t ever want to make anyone feel uncomfortable (unless your name is Jen Breslin).

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? Finley, because he’s my son. Henry and I have to put him first all the time.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? My mom. She’s put up with my dad for over forty years and she probably deserves a medal for that. She’s also so easy-going about everything and I don’t know how she does it. 

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. I still keep in touch with my old school friends. We don’t see each other as often as we’d like because we all live in different states now, but we try. I have a few friends at work who I’ll sometimes socialise with, but I wouldn’t say I have a ‘best’ friend.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. I do, Henry - very attractive and mostly very annoying but I love him a lot. We spend most of our lives bickering over stupid things but that’s kind of our thing now. I wouldn’t change what we have for anything else.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. Already in love and it’s going pretty well. 

What do you look for in a potential lover? I have no idea how to answer this question without me just describing Henry. 

How close are you to your family? Pretty close. I don’t see them nearly as much as I’d like to because we live at opposite ends of the country, but we see each other as much as we can.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? Yeah, it’s just me, Henry and Fin at the moment. Not that we’re planning to expand any more.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? I’m the idiot who chooses not to turn to anyone because she’s stubborn and thinks she can handle it. I would probably turn to Henry though.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Henry. He’s done it in the past and I’ve never had a reason not to trust him. 

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? My whole family, I hope.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? I don’t despise anyone. Jen Breslin.

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? I’ll be honest, I tend to argue. I’m not always very good at avoiding conflict because I like to make my opinion known. Because, let’s be honest, I’m usually right.

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? That depends. I won’t dub myself leader if I have no idea what I’m doing. Surprisingly I’m good at taking orders sometimes.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Depends on the people. I’ll do it if I have to, and I’ll always be polite, but I don’t like having to stand and listen to someone drone on about something I’m not interested in (which is what most of Henry’s mom’s dinner parties have involved...) If it’s family then I’m happy to be in a big group of them.

Do you care what others think of you? Unfortunately, yeah, I do. I know I shouldn’t care.

Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

What is/are your favourite hobbies and pastimes? I like gardening, although I don’t have anywhere to do that in New York. I also like reading, going for walks, watching movies, dancing badly to whatever’s on the radio.

What is your most treasured possession? A necklace my mom gave me when I was sixteen that had belonged to my grandma. I don’t really wear it much because I’m so scared of losing it or breaking it.

What is your favourite colour? Pink

What is your favourite food? Lemon cheesecake

What, if anything, do you like to read? I like thriller novels, and I love a good romance one too.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Don’t smoke, occasionally drink, and I’ve never taken drugs. I’ve never been interested in smoking or drugs, and I can definitely say that I never will be.

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? Sprawled out on top of Henry, forcing him to watch Dirty Dancing for the hundredth time. If Finley is out then we’d probably spend all night having sex, I’m not gonna lie.

What makes you laugh? Stupid things like people falling over - as long as they don’t actually get hurt. Successfully winding Henry up makes me laugh to.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? I’d probably be boring and just read a book or do a puzzle or something. 

How do you deal with stress? I’d like to think I deal with it pretty well. My job is quite stress-filled, but I try to stay as calm as possible. Freaking out isn’t going to do anyone any good.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? A bit of both. I like to be organised in life, but I don’t want to plan every second of every day out. I need some spontaneity for life to be exciting.

What are your pet peeves? Anything unhygienic is a no-no for me. Like people who don’t wash their hands? Gross.

Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

What is your greatest strength as a person? I like to think I’m quite resilient and adaptable.

What is your greatest weakness? Always putting everyone else before myself.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To be a little less argumentative and stubborn.

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? I actually think I’m a healthy mix of both. Maybe a tad more extroverted.

Are you generally organised or messy? Always organised.

Do you like yourself? Mostly, yeah.

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? I’ve sort of already achieved my main goal in life. I always wanted to have a family of my own and I have that. If it got a little bigger then I wouldn’t mind that, but I’m not sure if that will happen.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Dealing with a terrible teenager.

If you could choose, how would you want to die? Peacefully, in my sleep, when I’m very very old.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? Being a good mom. Helping people as much as I could. Drinking way too much coffee.

What three words best describe your personality? Affectionate, protective, intelligent.

What three words would others probably use to describe you? Stubborn, dramatic, smothering.

[ruffiorocks]

Latest Supergirl Episode

Ok! First off I have got to stop sitting up until 4am to watch the episodes!

Now:

. I love that Lena and Kara are going to Kasnia together, go Team Supercorp!

. Downside? Alex the DEO agent who only a few episodes ago was absolutely against Kara her civilian sister getting involved in dangerous things KNOWS she's going to Kaznia to hunt down Lex Luthor with only Lena as back up? And she's OK with this?!

. Omg! I am living for Alex and Kelly! They've had more build up to a potential relationship in this one episode than GuardianCorp did their entire screen time together!

. So it sounds like James is going to keep these powers from the way Kelly was talking about how he won't crumble like them? Plus why bother training him if he's just going to lose them ? *Gigantic Sigh*

. Alex is was going to get a baby! My heart!

. Hang on a sec.... I LOVE Lena, but this is a lady who has expressed her fear of flying. Yet she builds self flying planes, is completely sound with having no pilot but can also apparently fly a plane and make emergency landings? Exactly when did Lena 'im afraid of flying' Luthor learn to do this?

.How exactly did Kara get out of that plane without Lena noticing? I mean I'm no expert but surely a door to a plane opening in mid flight would be noticed?

. Of course Lena didn't see past the lobsided glasses. Was pretty funny to see Kara like that though 😂

. Lena and that death stick! I would just tell her what she wanted to know!

. Dreamer wanting to hit James with a hammer! Ha same Nia! I got a real sense of satisfaction watching that.

. Brainy! He's to cute!

. Why on Earth was the Harun El so accessible to the COL agents? Brainy, Alex and Col Haley didnt think for one second "you what we should hide? That Harun El we've been working on! Dont want that landing in the wrong hands!' *eye roll*

. Ben Lockwood did you really just ditch your son at his own mother's funeral?

. I honestly thought Kara was going to find a file on Adam and have an awkward conversation with Lena there.

. Kara reacted a bit to that Kryptonite but not half as much as she normally does 🤔

. Oh for RAO's sake Kara! The more you try to protect Lena by not telling her who you are the more you put her in danger?

. Kara why the hell did you go back to burn a room Lena wasn't going to see and was about to blow up anyway?

. All the photos of Supercorp on the walls though?!

. Wait why did Kara give her tape recorder to Lena at all?

. I was going to question why on a mission like this Lena would still be wearing killer heels but I got my answer! So she can store a freaking sword on there!

. I feel like we were cheated out of a scene of watching Lena do hand to hand combat wile hobbling on one heel though

. So many Eve's! Love it!

. Lena freaking out because she thought Kara had been blown up!

. Oh so that's why Kara gave her tape recorder to Lena who had no reason at all to have it, so it would save her life!

. I legit held my breath and thought for one horrible moment they were going to kill Lena!

. OK I was about to shout at Kara for letting Lena believe that she could have been killed but then she said she wouldn't have been!

. My heart was pounding when Kara stood up, took off her glasses and posed!

. I screamed 'turn around Lena!'

. But what we got was another scene of Lena talking about being betrayed etc. Etc. Look I love Lena! But this is getting so repetitive that I'm not feeling it anymore .

. Of course Kara didn't tell her

. Kara made the wrong decision here. I get that she want to tell her afterwards. It makes sense because it's probably better to break Lena's heart AFTER the crisis. But Kara said herself to James that Lex knows. Eve also knows and so does Lillian. Again anyone one of those three people could tell Lena at any point and Kara is just ignoring this and hoping they won't? Eve could have told Lena there are then in that bloody bunker. It will hurt more if the tell her about before Kara does.

. OK so if you're a citizen of National City do NOT under any circumstances park your car on the side of the road. Because a super hero will use it as ammunition and you won't be reimbursed for it. Because apparently super heroes worth superpowers can't use said powers when needed.

. Look I'm no Ben Lockwood fan, but can we please stop having the 'heroes' throw things at the bad guys that could potentially kill them? James had no idea what that Harun El would do to Ben, they we're literally testing the effects a completely different dose had on him at the start of the episode. Same with throwing him into that truck. They had idea he wouldn't burn to death!

. Brainy had such wonderful moments on this episode. Being nice to Lockwood and understanding his grief. Standing up to him then getting the DEO agents to stand down .

. Jonn? He talked about how Manchester was the cause of his own destruction? Sooo it's been agreed on the show that Jonn's murder of a disarmed man because he got pissed off is being ignored and Manchester's death was entirely his own fault?

. Alex didn't get the baby! I had hoped for a second that they we're going to say it was twins.

. So they brought back Alex who has basically been ignored just to break her poor heart?

. Alex and Kelly have so much chemistry I didn't even realize it seemed Alex didn't know she was gay

. Poor Kelly! 😭

. Sooo there's a massive chunk of Kryptonite in the Oval Office and Kara is completely uneffected??

. Well the president betrayal is hardly a surprise

So in conclusion, this episode was good but not fantastic. I liked the Kara and Lena team up, but the rest was all over the place.

[thedistrictsleepsalonetonight]

There was a girl, and I accidentally fell in love Chapter 1: It was summer when I saw your face, looked like a teenage runaway

You know how sometimes in the movies the first scene is the climax, and then the protagonist goes “To explain how all of this happened, I’ll have to take you back a few months, back to where Blah-and-blah did bleh-and-bleh, and consequently, I’m here”?  

Well, here I am, up on stage on Prom night, in front of a huge crowd of students, holding the hugest Teddy Bear in my right hand, an extremely colorful bouquet of flowers in my left, and just about to start declaring my undying love for the prettiest girl in the world, and I bet you’re wondering how I ended up like this.

Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t my fault?

Probably not. You shouldn’t, that is. A lot of this story happened because I was an idiot, an insensitive idiot, a stupid insensitive idiot, and other unflattering descriptions of me that you will probably hear from my friends’ mouths. But I will say this: it did not start with me. I was not responsible for kicking over the first domino that resulted in this clusterfuck of lives in National City High crashing down on top of each other. That person, was Lex.

See, the thing is, despite all of it, I still love him. He’s my brother, no matter how much of an asshole he is. He likes starting fires and he can be terribly mean, but he’s always been sweet to me. He is the closest thing I have to a loving home, seeing as my real one consists of a Basilisk for a mother, and a ghost for a father. He’s the reason I am up at the very top of the food chain at school. His Jock-reputation carried over to me, and made it easier for me to not only survive, but thrive. I am Lena Luthor, sister of Lex Luthor, and life, is easy for me. I wouldn’t go as far as claiming that people threw flowers at my feet when I walked down the corridors, or that they bowed whenever I passed by, but it is true that I was untouchable. Even the fact that I was a lesbian didn’t get me any bullying. One stare from Lex and his huge biceps was enough to stop any in its tracks.

All in all, Lex is a pretty good brother. The only character flaw he possibly has is his utter loathing of Clark Kent.

That brings us to Clark Kent. Charming nerd. The best actor in our school. Voted Student with the most beautiful eyes in the world two years in a row. Falls in the category of Not Exactly Popular but Everyone Lowkey Likes Him. And the arch-enemy of Lex Luthor.

Nobody knows how it started. Rumor has it Clark once made the winning catch in their Little League team, and Lex hated him getting the attention. Rumor also has it that it started when Clark got to play Superman in the school play, back in fifth grade, winning the part from Lex, who had been harboring dreams of playing a superhero since, well, forever. People say a lot of things, but nobody knows exactly why they hated each other so much, me included. Every time I’d ask Lex about it, he’d smirk it off, and distract me with something else, and after a while, I gave up on asking, and accepted it as one of the enigmas of National City High.

Either way, that was the relevant bit of backstory that was needed for you to understand this entire sordid tale of romance. It all started when Lex Luthor opened his mouth, during lunch, and asked who the girl trailing behind Clark was.

Imagine the scene. It’s lunch. There’s a lot of people milling about, eating. People talk about the classes they have attended, the classes they have yet to attend, the teachers who made an idiot out of themselves and the ones who made idiots of the students. I was sitting at the table with the most Popularity per square area in the cafeteria, with my brother at my side, Sam sitting in front of me, juggling two apples, while Jack sat next to her, frantically completing his AP Math homework. Half of the football team players with their cheerleader girlfriends filled up the rest of the chairs

“Look at them,” Lex mused, biting thoughtfully at a Tater Tot “High School hierarchy in action. The geeks sit with the geeks, talking about Star Trek or Dungeons and Dragons or whatever the fuck they’re on these days.”

Settlers of Catan, I thought, but keep my mouth shut.

“There are the less-popular cheerleaders, the AV club nightmare freaks, the Glee club rapping like idiots, and there he is, the King of the assholes himself.”

I looked up to see Clark Kent walked into the room, and five of his fan girls trail behind him, swooning and giggling. I rolled my eyes at them, but I had to admit, I did see the appeal. He had that Lord of the Nerds thing going on, with his glasses and a pen tucked into his perfectly ironed shirt, and every straight girl in the college had, at least once in their life, been charmed by his smile. But that wasn’t what was bugging Lex today.

“Who is that?” he nudged my side, bringing me back from where I had been staring into space.

“Who?”

“That girl, behind Kent,” he told me, impatiently.

I saw Alex Danvers, stomping past all the annoying girls, looking as though she was just about one hair away from ripping everyone in her immediate vicinity apart.

“That’s Alex, dude,” Sam told Lex before I could open my mouth.

“No, you idiot,” he muttered. He took my head between both his hands, and physically turned it “Look. There.”

It took me a minute, and then I saw her.

You know those movies where guys see the girl, and it’s like a light bulb goes off in their heads, or violins start playing in the background, and the world slows down? It definitely didn’t happen for me. She was pretty. Blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail, large glasses over her face, and a humongous pile of books in her hands, she did the opposite of stand out.  She seemed to be in deep thought, and as we watched, tapped Alex’s shoulder to tell her something.

“That’s Kara,” Jack spoke up, suddenly, and all three of us turned to him “She’s in AP English with me. She’s Alex’s sister.”

“Since when does Alex Danvers have a sister?” Lex asked.

“Since her parents adopted Kara,” he said, then sighed at our dumbfounded faces “It’s like none of you have any idea what’s up.”

“Start. Speaking. Now,” Lex growled at him.

“So she is Clark’s cousin, and she’s apparently very tight with him, because her parents, the Danvers’ and the Clarks were really close. Her parents got into a car accident when she was young, and she’s been brought up by the Danvers ever since, and she was studying in some private school until now. She just transferred here.”

“How did we not know Alex had an adopted sister?” I wondered aloud.

“Because she’s Alex Danvers. Nobody knows anything about her.”

I nodded, and closed my eyes, topic already forgotten in my head. But Lex apparently wasn’t.

“Did you say she was close to Clark?” he demanded of Jack.

“Yes?”

I opened my eyes when I heard him chuckle. It wasn’t his nice chuckle. This spelled more doom than anything else.

“So hurting her would be hurting him?”

“Lex,” I warned him “Please don’t tell me you’re planning on killing a person. Because I will not approve.”

“No, no,” he rushed to reassure me “But think of how devastated he’d be if someone from Lex’s circle dated her and then broke her heart.”

There was a beat of silence, then both Sam and I chucked the objects in our hands at him simultaneously. Lex ducked both a pen, and a half-eaten apple.

“What?” he asked, bewildered.

“Nothing,” I said, and walked away.

**********

Now, in a perfect world, that would have been the end of matters. Not this one, though.

I’m still not sure what it was exactly that triggered both of them, but I got out of Physics just in time for a random kid to come running up to me and show me a video of Clark punching the lights out of Lex. I watched it for half a minute, and then I was off and running towards the principal’s office. They were both sitting outside, Lex bleeding from his nose, Clark with a black eye, already done with Principal Cat, by the looks of it. I heard my mother’s rising voice from inside and winced.

“She called Lillian, huh?”

Lex mumbled something that sounded close to an affirmation. From the corner of my eye, I saw Clark scowl at us, and move even further away.

I asked Lex what had happened, whispering the question to him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, eyes still burning with righteous fury “But I hate him. God damn it, I hate him so much. I cannot walk this earth without having revenge.”

Well. That’s drama.

His voice had started rising, so I calmed him down by rubbing his back “I know, I know. Calm down, okay?”

He turned to look at me “Please tell me you’d do that?”

“Do what?”

“That thing I was talking about earlier.”

It suddenly clicked and I started shaking my head vigorously “Lex, no, no , that’s…..”

“Please, please, please, Lena,” he implored “I’ll do anything for you, I’ll……..I’ll get you that trip!”

I paused. There had been this science competition coming up in a city nearby, and I had an idea for a great project lined up, but Lillian, being mother of the year, had no intentions of letting me go.

“You can’t,” I told him “There’s no way you can convince her to let me go.”

“Lena,” he told me back, just as seriously “If there is anyone in the world who can convince her, it is her Golden Boy, aka me.”

I took fifteen minutes “Three or four dates. There will be no prank. No humiliation. I’ll just call it quits before it gets serious. But I’m serious, Lex, no humiliation.”

“Eh, I’ll take care of the rest,” he said which didn’t really sound promising, but I convinced myself I’d just break it up before she developed feelings for me. And it was a very good possibility she wouldn’t even want to date me. That would leave me off the hook.

“We have a deal,” I admitted, grudgingly, and he wrapped me up in a tight hug.

[shop5]

Ok so I got like 2 hours of sleep because I had a really bad nightmare and I need something to occupy my mind ATM  -- So I’m just gonna live blog Punisher under cut obviously spoilers 

I love how genuine the look on his face is 

And holy shit the shoot out in the woods in episode 3 when Frank shoots the Molotov cocktail in that dudes hand??? 

then this exchange: 

Oh and I really like small town sheriff guy 

This shot right here:

Frank castle summed up in one picture: 

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What do you have there Billy? A knife. NO. 

Also Billy has the kind of scars I draw on characters where you want them to look bad but they just kinda make the character hotter

Curtis puts up with so much and I love him

!!!!!!!!! Frank and Billy flashback! also some of franks childhood backstory

Billy killing the pedophile was pretty fucking sweet 

Also Dad Frank is my favorite

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Frank mid lecture getting excited about pizza is adorable

Also Madani going to Curtis’ group

“It wasn’t the war that twisted Billy, it was greed”  -Curtis

This exchange:

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Frank listening to Amy and not killing the guy but burning down the studio instead but come on he 100% should have murdered that dude and made him suffer

Curtis having a girlfriend and I’m scared for her -- JUST LET CURTIS BE HAPPY

Curtis getting this guy glasses and helping out homeless vets I love him and he deserves to be happy

Billy is such a creepy dick but god damn Ben Barnes is hot

oh my god Frank opening up to opening up to Amy about Lisa and crying and now I’m crying and fuck this show I love it 

“Dad:Are you crying about the murder show? Me: I MIGHT BE”

Supportive dad Frank teaching amy how to take a gun off someone and shoot all while being equal parts proud and really bothered that he has to teach her that shit

DONT HURT CURTIS YOU ASS HOLE

oh thank god he didn’t hurt Curtis

Billy’s got a new weird murder gang, he’s got friends now

Madani Frank and Curtis team find billy and end it

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Frank, Madani and Curtis hashing it out

Noping right out of the therapist fucking Billy nope

Ok it wasn’t that long of a scene and Billy is awful but he’s still a fucking interesting character

awe billys gang has a club house

not gonna lie Billy training his gang is great

Curtis saying Franks just “looking for an excuse to keep moving” 

Lillian is a fucking BAMF

HOLY SHIT FRANK IN THE VEST TO SCARE BILLY IS AMAZING the colors in this scene are perfect -- The legit actual pain on Billy’s face when he realizes it’s Frank

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Bad ass Curtis to the rescue!

Holy shit Billy is an evil mother fucker but but god damn he’s a great villain

Frank had the shot and he froze he still couldn’t kill Billy and it’s heart breaking

Ben Banes is really good my dudes

LIKE he’s evil but him being so confused about Frank still hurts

Curtis finally being done with Frank’s shit  good for him

Jon Bernthal is so fucking good like just so good

Oh no Frank went to the grave yard here’s the feels again

I love urban westerns so much

Frank crying my heart

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Everyone in the trailer like the most awkward family reunion ever

“No one really likes making their friday night the punisher pity party” I feel called out

“Maria knew what I was and she loved me anyway” ouch

More awkward Billy therapist sex scenes again luckily not that long still uncomfortable

god frank killing those dudes in the ally should be as great as it is but it is

The Billy and Madani face off is so tense and intimidating

And then Billy’s like:

Poor worried dad Frank with his flip phone

why is this therapist Lady Macbething Billy

YES AMY TAKING THE GUN AND SHOOTING THE FUCKER and frank taking the last shot so he killed him

Franks “I’m gonna do all I can to make that different for you” to Amy after she says is that all there is “Alive or dead?” 

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oh no more Billy Frank flashbacks

Frank and Curtis hug! 

Dude the fight scene with Billy’s men tho

oh shit Billy setting up frank to make him think he killed those women

That’s just...damn man

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Oh man the Kastle episode here we go

Poor Curtis he puts up with so much

KARENNN I love her

this whole episode is a bunch of women telling frank to stop being a dumb ass and I love it

More Frank and Karen crying and I can’t

Karen Madani and Amy working together! 

Can we just appreciate Frank in the policeman’s uniform

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Don’t. Hurt. Curtis. 

Oh good Curtis is ok. 

oh shit goodbye terrible therapist

EP13----------------------------------------------------------

This is it folks the home stretch

Oh good Madani’s alive 

AMY AND FRANK on the job!

ELEVATOR FIGHT SCENE

don’t jump on moving cars Frank

Billy passing out getting the bullets taken out Me: Suffer bitch. 

BILLY LITERALLY IN THE TRASH WHERE HE BELONGS

A+ Alice in Chains

You’re the whirlwind

God damn I hate billy but hes so charismatic and sad it hurts

OH MY GOD FRANK KILLING BILLY WAS SO SATISFYING

Franks monologue fucking chills and their revenge with amy is so perfect

good dad frank is good

MY HEART

[marvelsdc22]

The Professor And I (pt. 17)

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! Hope you’re having a good day/night!! I can’t believe the end is here!! I want to thank all you guys for all the support I got for this series! It’s amazing how many people enjoyed it and I’m still in awe with how many people liked this series, anyways I hope you guys enjoy!! :)

Note: Y/N is gender neutral. Lena is a professor. Y/N is a student. The End(Of the first season)

Word Count: 2712

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

“You mean to tell me your mother took them… She planned all of this, just to get to you” Alex seethed, glaring at Lena, she was furious, you were like a sibling to her and if anything happened to you… She didn’t want to think about it “Yes… I didn’t know she would go this far, I’m so sorry” Lena said, looking at Alex and Kara, Kara currently pacing as she thought of what they could do “Do you know where she could’ve taken them?” Kara asked, looking at Lena and watching as she thought “I don’t… But I have some places that we could narrow it down to” Lena said, going over to her computer and pulling up what properties her mother owned that they could use to single one out.

You stared at Lillian with wide eyes “Let me go” you said, wincing when she tightened her grip on your jaw “Oh honey, you’ll be lucky to get out of here alive” she said, grinning a sadistic looking grin before she released you “What do you want from me?” You asked, not sure why you were here since you and Lena had broken up so there should be no reason for this “Lena will come as soon as she finds you missing, you’re leverage… She decides whether you live or die” Lillian said simply, going over to the door “Don’t get too comfy, you’re in for a long night” she said, giving you a smirk before she left the room.

“We need to call the cops” Alex said, looking over the images on the computer and pulling her phone out “Wait” Lena said, looking at Alex and grabbing her arm lightly “Not yet… Knowing my mother-“ She said until her phone started ringing “-will call me” she finished before grabbing her phone “Hello?” “Lena… You want your precious little thing back?” Lillian asked, the smirk evident in her tone “Don’t hurt them!” Lena said, gripping the back of her desk chair and trying to keep herself calm “Oh we won’t, but you have to come here… Alone” Lillian said, the sound of her heels clicking on the concrete evident “Where?” Lena said after a moment of silence, nodding as Lillian gave her the address “I’ll be there, just please… Don’t hurt them” she begged, fighting back tears when Lillian just laughed before hanging up “Where are they?” Kara asked, going over to Lena and touching her shoulder “I know where they are, but she wants me to come alone” Lena said, going to grab her things “You can’t-“ Alex said, trying to stop her “I can and I will, if anyone else comes Y/N dies… I can’t live with that if that happens” Lena said, staring them down before leaving her office.

When you woke up again once more, everything hurt and your vision was blurry, you took some deep breaths before trying to force yourself to sit up, only succeeding in making yourself feel more pain, crying out slightly before you dropped back to the floor; memories flooding back as you recalled what happened over the past few hours, beatings and torture devices, it was no wonder you were in pain and bleeding on the floor, flinching back when the door opened and closing your eyes “Baby” you heard Lena breathe out, feeling her touch your face and carefully lift it so she could see you “Lena?” You whispered, coughing some and watching her expression turn even more worried “She wasn’t supposed to hurt you” Lena whispered, gently running her thumb along your cheek and looking over your body which was already broken and bruised “She won’t touch you again, I promise” Lena said, looking at you before gently releasing your face and leaving the room.

“Alex, we aren’t supposed to be here!” Kara whispered, her and Alex having discretely followed Lena to the location “I don’t care” Alex whispered back, the two of them peeking through a window when they got to the building and seeing a few of Lillians goons there “We need to find where either Lena or Y/N is” Alex said, looking at Kara and crouch walking along the side of the building so they wouldn’t get caught “And what will we do if we find them? Alex, we can’t do anything without risking them or ourselves!” Kara hissed, although she followed Alex anyway since she didn’t want her doing something stupid “That’s why the cops are on the way” Alex said, rolling her eyes before quietly making her way along the building.

Lena walked to where her mother was as fast as possible, slamming the door open and glaring at her “You weren’t supposed to hurt them!” She shouted, slamming her hands down on the table in front of her mother “Now, I made no such promise, I said they wouldn’t be dead” Lillian said, not fazed by Lena’s outburst “Tell me why you felt it necessary that I be here that you kidnapped Y/N” Lena said, looking at Lillian and watching as she smirked at her “It was the only way I could guarantee that you take over the company, I wanted you to take it over with Mon El, but you know what happened to him” she said, giving a small shrug as she messed with the pen in her hands “What did you do to him?” Lena asked, having not really cared for him but she didn’t want him dead “He refused to listen, so I disposed of him, just like I did with James when he failed to kill your lover there” Lillian said, looking at Lena and watching as Lena seemed to link everything “James was the one who started the fire” Lena said, looking at her and watching her mother give her a twisted smile “Now you’re catching on”.

Sometime after Lena left, you had managed to get yourself to sit up with a groan, taking a moment to get your bearings before you looked around, spotting something shiny not far from your feet Lena you thought, shifting as best as you could to get whatever it was with your foot and pulling it towards yourself after about the third attempt, grabbing it with your hand and seeing it was one of her hair pins “Shit” you muttered, knowing this would take a while since you had almost no clue how to do this but you went to work anyways, keeping an eye out for the door opening.

Alex peeked through another window and smirked slightly “Coast is clear” she said, pushing the window up which was surprisingly unlocked “They must really think no one will find them” Alex said, carefully climbing in before turning and helping Kara in, the two of them getting to around the corner before Kara quickly pulled Alex back “It’s Winn!” Kara whispered, gesturing to the figure walking down the hall and muttering to himself as he did, only stopping when Alex grabbed him and pulled him to where her and Kara were “Where are they?” Alex hissed, glaring at Winn who seemed to freeze for a moment “You aren’t supposed to be here! You’re going to get them killed!” Winn said, glancing around anxiously before focusing on them again “Look, I didn’t want to do it” he said, pulling them into an empty room “But, I can help you”.

Lena stared at Lillian in pure shock “You killed everyone that went after us? Are you planning to kill Winn too?” She asked, her having liked Winn as her student and she didn’t want to see him killed, even though he helped get you kidnapped “If he doesn’t cooperate, yes” Lillian said simply, looking at her before sighing “Now, do you want your lover to live or not? Join me and we’ll let them go, but if you don’t… Lets just say that the room they’re in is loaded so much with dynamite it could destroy a village” Lillian said, watching as Lena’s eyes widened before she nodded “I’ll go with you, but you have to release them first… I want to see them being let go” Lena demanded, looking at Lillian who rolled her eyes but nodded “Fine, come along” she said, leading Lena out of the room.

“Yes!” You whispered when you got the last chain off, dropping the clip before forcing yourself up even though every movement was painful and going over to the door, quickly hiding behind the door when it opened “Mrs. Luthor… They’re gone” the goon said, seeming to be speaking into a com of some sort and you waiting until they stepped in far enough before you slipped out and slammed the door shut behind you, locking it before making your way down a random hallway.

“They’re in a room not too far from here, but it’s guarded so it won’t be easy to get in” Winn said, looking at Alex and Kara, peeking out the door to make sure no one was around before gesturing for them to follow, them making it about halfway when Winn stopped and listened to his com “They got out… We have to find them before Lillian does” he said, looking at Alex and Kara, them running down a hall until they rounded a corner and Kara slammed into you “Y/N” Kara said, quickly getting up before helping you up and looking you over “What did they do to you?” Alex asked, looking at you and helping Kara get you standing “No time, we have to find Lena” you said, batting their hands away.

Lillian led Lena into a wide-open room in the building before contacting the goon guarding you “What do you mean they’re gone?! Find them!” She shouted into her walkie talkie, glaring at Lena who seemed a little smug “What did you do?” She asked, pulling something out of the pocket of the inside of her coat, it being a small handgun and pointing it at Lena “Don’t try anything, I’m not the only one with a weapon aimed at you” she said, making Lena look around and seeing at least three other guards with weapons aimed at her “What could I do?” Lean asked, looking at Lillian and holding her hands up.

You and the others ran down a hall, pain shooting through your body as you did so but you ignored it, you had to help Lena “Kara, Alex, follow me up these stairs, there’s going to be guards with guns… We’ll take them out and Y/N will distract” Winn said, stopping the three of you outside the room that they were going to bring you “How do we know we can trust you?” Alex asked, looking at Winn and Kara smacked Alex’s arm “He wouldn’t of helped us this far” she said, looking at Alex who rolled her eyes but nodded “Be careful” Alex said, lightly grabbing your arm before pulling you into a hug, Kara doing the same “You guys too” you said, watching them head up the stairs before you took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Lillian stepped around to stand behind Lena when she heard the doors open, you holding your hands up and walking towards them slowly with a slight limp “Easy, I’m here to talk” you said, stopping a few feet in front of them and slowly lowering your hands “You don’t get to be the lead of this” Lillian said, grabbing Lena and pressing the gun to her head “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do” she said, looking at you and you nodded “Okay, I’ll listen” you said, glancing at Lena who looked like she was in tears with how helpless she was in this situation “Good, I want you to stay right there while I slowly back away and take Lena with me, you try anything you’re both dead” she said, keeping her eyes on you while you glanced up at the walkway “I wouldn’t be so sure of that” you said, looking back at her to see her looking, not seeing her goons but Kara, Alex, and Winn staring her down from where her goons were “No” Lillian said, glancing around some before shoving Lena forward and turning to run only for the cops to be pulling in in front of where she was going to run, you catching Lena before she fell and watching as Lillian seemed to panic, looking around some before she grabbed you, watching as the cops made their way towards the building “Let me go” you said, gritting your teeth and struggling in her grip “No, if I get arrested, you die” Lillian said, glaring at you and about to say more when something forced her down and the gun to slide away, Lena having tackled her and the gun sliding in front of you, you watching as Lillian got the upper hand and started to choke Lena, you springing into action and grabbing the gun, not even thinking about it when you pulled the trigger, hitting Lillian in the back and watching as she cried out before she collapsed, Lena getting out from under her and coughing, rushing over to you when she saw you frozen in fear, still aiming the gun “Hey hey hey, it’s okay” she soothed, having you drop the gun before she pulled you close to her just as the cops came in.

A few days after the event, you were getting ready for your release from the hospital, Kara and Alex were helping you get everything ready when there was a knock on the door “Hey… Can I come in?” Lena asked, looking at the three of you and you nodding “Sure” you said, glancing at Kara and Alex who nodded “We’ll give you two a moment” Kara said, heading out of the room with Alex and closing the door on their way out “I’m so-“ the two of you said, laughing some before you spoke up “You go first” you said, looking at her and watching her nod before going over to you to sit on the edge of your bed “I’m so sorry you were dragged into all this, it was never my intention to hurt you or get you hurt” Lena said, looking at you with an apologetic expression “It’s okay, I’m not mad at you… I’m sorry for prying so much” you said, looking at her and watching her shake her head “No no no, you have nothing to be sorry for, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t risk you… But it looks like it didn’t matter” Lena said, reaching over and resting her hand on top of yours “Can we start over?” She asked, looking at you and biting her lip “Of course… I didn’t want to break up to begin with” you said, giving her a small smile and laughing when she tackled you in a hug, only pulling back when you heard Kara ‘awwwww’, causing you to blush as you quickly pulled back.

You were back at your dorm for the first time in a while and sighed as you started packing your things “Got any big plans for Christmas?” Kara asked teasingly, watching as you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her “You know exactly what I’m doing” you chuckled, zipping up your bag and looking at your phone when it vibrated “I’ll see you for Christmas Eve, right?” You asked, looking at Kara who grinned and nodded before tackling you in a hug “Of course, be safe okay? And rest! You’re still healing” Kara said sternly, you rolling your eyes but nodding “I will, take care of our dog, okay?” You said, scratching Saiska/Kryptos head as you passed “Of course, love you!” Kara called as you headed out the door “Love you too!” You said before you shut the door, readjusting your grip on your bags before you took the elevator down, looking around the parking lot and smiling when you saw who you were looking for “Waiting for someone?” You asked, smiling some and watching as the person turned “You” Lena said, smiling at you and helping you put your bags in the trunk of her car “Ready?” She asked, smiling at you “Always”.

To be continued

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