#god i want papa to do a cameo

[rightintheghoulies]

☑️ VAMPIRE

[justmeinadaze]

Saying Sorry Part 2 (Steve X You)

Warning: Angst because I live and breathe it to survive. Smut of course <3 These two still bicker but not as aggressively as the last chapter. There's some deep diving into Steves need to impress his papa so trauma for little Steve. His dad is a dick (of course) and does pop him. Reader steps in. Cameo from Andrew again and Steve throughly beating his ass. Um, the rumors are mentioned again about the reader being a slut (which she isn't). I think that all.

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“Oh my god. I’m so excited to see this movie. Aren’t you?!”, Steve glanced at you and noticed your head was hanging. “Y/N? Are you okay? We…we can watch something else if you want.”

“No, no Steve. I want to see it to. I just…” You pouted as you leaned against the wall outside the theater door. 

“Hey. You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

Your eyes meet his soft brown ones as you exhale a long sigh. “I feel bad that you had to pay for my ticket.”

“Y/N, honey.” You giggle when he calls you that. He’s never said it before and you can’t help but blush. “I seriously don’t mind. I like hanging out with you and I know things are a little hard for you right now. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you or something.”

Steve leans down wrapping his small arms around you. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re my best friend. You can use me for anything.” You lightly punch his chest when he coyly wiggles his eyebrows. 

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When you woke up the next morning, Steve was already gone. 

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do? What if tells people? What if he makes the rumors about me worse? What do I even say to him? DO I say anything? Fuck!

That day you wondered the halls like a ghost, hoping to remain invisible. You were completely lost in your brain trying to figure out what yesterday meant if it meant anything at all. You were still so angry with Steve for everything that had happened in your past but you did miss him. He always seemed to hate you now but he followed you around the party and came over the next day to make sure you ok. Steve fucked you like how you imagined he had with every other girl in Hawkins but when you asked him to stay…he did. No sarcasm, no King Steve bullshit… He encircled you in his arms and held you to him like no one or nothing else in the world mattered. 

“Fuck! Shit. I’m sorry!” While dealing with your mental crisis, you had accidently run into someone knocking you back slightly. Your breathing stopped when you realized whose hands were trying to steady you.

“Hey, um, no it’s ok.”, Steve immediately dropped his arms to his sides. “Are, uh, are you—”

“Come on, Harrington! Let’s kick some shirtless ass.” Tommy sauntered to his friend, patting him on the back before realizing you were there. “Hey Y/N! How’s my new best friend doing?” He reached out to grab your chin and you angrily slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright with not. I heard from Andrew you two did enough touching the other night. That’s why Stevie here had to kick you both out of his party.”

Steve’s head aggressively turned towards his friend. Was that the rumor going around? There were people in the room when he threw the boy off you. How could they twist the truth so much and have people believe it? When he turned back to you, your eyes were full of fire.

You scoff as you push them both out of the way and head into the gym. 

“Y/N! Y/N, wait.” You heard him trying to get your attention but chose to ignore him as you climbed the bleachers and took a seat, throwing your bag to the side. “Y/N, I…I seriously had no idea he was saying things like that.”

“Who cares? Definitely not you if you aren’t going to tell douchebags like Tommy the truth. Go ahead, may as well put a spin on your own rumor.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “I would never do that.”

“Lucky me then, huh? It’s ok for you to encourage them but at least you don’t spread them. No, King Steve is a gentleman.”

“Harrington! Can we get fucking started or not?”, the P.E. teacher shouted across the court. He sighed, angerly twisting away from you and heading for his team. 

You tried to focus on your notes for your next class but your eyes kept wondering to the men in front of you. Steve was obviously upset as he played and you couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned for him. You had seen that frustrated look in his demeanor many times in the past. Usually when he felt like things were out of his control. 

“Steven! Come down here now!”, his dad roared from downstairs. 

Twelve-year-old Steve looked over at you as worry flickered across his face for a moment before he smiled. “I’ll be right back, ok?” You nodded before he slid off his bed and exited his room.

His dad voice practically shook the house as he screamed at his son. Carefully, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, leaning over the banister. The boy hung his head as his father paced back and forth. 

“What am I going to do with you?! How am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that excuse again! Whose beer was it then?! You were the only one here yesterday unless you had that girl with you—”

“But I wasn’t here yesterday either! I was with Y/N and her family—”

His father reached out and smacked Steve across the face. “Stop talking back to me! I am your father and I demand respect!”

You didn’t even think twice about your actions as you flew down the stairs and put yourself between them. “No! Leave him alone! He was with me yesterday.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room before his dad pointed his long index finger past you towards his son. “We’ll talk about this more later.” With that, he turned on his heels and stomped towards his office. 

Steve roughly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back upstairs. “I said I’d be right back! Why did you do that?! I can handle him!” 

“He hurt you…”

“And I can handle it!” He placed his small hands on his hips as he glared at the floor. Suddenly, he slowly felt your arms wrap around his waist. 

You softly smiled in his chest as his body gradually released the tension before hugging you tighter to him. 

“Steve! Focus! Come on, man.”, one of his teammates hollered at him. 

“Andrew! Switch with Tyson.”, the coach instructed and you immediately sat up straighter. You didn’t even notice Andrew was in the gym. He wickedly smiled at Steve as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side. 

Steve bounced the ball in front of him before shoving his shoulder against the man’s chest and running around him to make a basket. One of the other players collected it and tossed the ball to Andrew who mockingly bounced it in front of Steve. 

“So, Harrington, have you heard any good rumors lately?” He tried to run around him but Steve slid his arm underneath him and took the ball from his grasp. “All that Mr. Chivalry bullshit just for the outcome to be the same.” He laughed as he tried to block him but Steve swished around him, making another basket. 

“There we go, Harrington! Good job!”, the coach clapped as someone passed Andrew the ball again. 

The boy’s eyes flicked towards you before glaring at Steve. “Should have just let me fuck her. At least her and I both would have gotten something out of it.”

Steve charged at Andrew’s stomach, tackling the boy to the ground as they began delivering blows. 

“Harrington!” Tommy and some of the other kids managed to pull them both apart. “Walk it off, man!”

You found him a couple of minutes later, leaning against the wall outside with his hand pressed against his nose. The sound of your sneakers crunching on the ground caused him to snap his head in your direction. 

“What?! You come out here to yell at me about defending you or something?! Jesus fucking Christ!” He stood up and angrily began to stalk past you but before he could you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest. You felt the tension in his body slowly deflate as his hands reached up to hold you closer to him. 

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“Ow!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you roll your eyes as you press the tissue towards his bloody nose. You both were sitting on bench near the gym in the hallway outside of the girl’s locker room. A smile twitches for a moment on his lips as he watches your eyes focus on his face.  

“I’m sorry…that I, uh, didn’t correct Tommy. I should have. I will! I promise.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” You tossed the bloody tissue in the trashcan beside you before placing both palms on his cheeks to check his features. “Well, sire, you shouldn’t have any bruising but your face is probably going to be a little sore.” 

As you start to drop your hands, he immediately raised his own keeping yours pressed against him. You sighed, reaching your thumb out to caress his bottom lip. 

“What about you?”, he asked.

“What ABOUT me?”

“Are you sore?” Steve’s brown eyes fell to your mouth as you smiled, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The sight made him chuckle but not in a mocking sort of way. It sounded like the way he used to laugh when you would watch scary movies together and you would shriek before hiding in his side. Or when you would tell him the stupidest joke he had ever heard but you were so ecstatic to tell him that he was more amused by your own reaction than the joke itself. 

“Steve—” The sound of the bell cut you off as you dropped your hands from his face, quickly grabbed your bag, and he lost you in a sea of students.

He thought about you for the rest of the day, searching for your face in every classroom he passed. In the hallways, his eyes would swivel towards your locker but you were never there when he was. 

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Tommy threw a balled-up piece of paper in Steve’s direction. “You’re lucky Coach didn’t pull you from the game tonight.”

“Eh, would have been worth it to punch Andrew in the face.”

“Come on, Harrington. Asshole talks trash all the time—”

“I know but this is different.”

“How?”

“Because he didn’t have sex with Y/N. I kicked him out because he was being aggressive with her.”

“Ok, now I’m even more confused. Who cares about some slut and her reputation? Like this will make up for the hundreds of other guys she’s been with.” Steve glared at Tommy as he rose to his feet.

“Because she’s not a slut! God, how did those rumors get fucking started anyway?!” He slams his fist into the lockers behind him as he ran off towards the boy’s locker room. Unbeknown to him, you were leaning against the wall down the adjacent hallway listening to him defend you. It didn’t make up for everything you had been through these past two years but it was definitely a start. 

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You snuck in just as the game was about to start, finding a spot in the back corner against the wall. Steve panted from the pregame practice, scanning the crowd till his eyes found yours. He grinned at you and you returned it with a small awkward wave. As he continued to look around, you noticed his smile faulter and followed his gaze to find his parents coming into the gym. 

Your heart broke as you watched that termination ignite in his eyes that always came along when he felt the need to impress his dad. 

“Steve! You did so good!”, you jumped up and down as you gave him hug, not caring that he had just gotten out of pool. 

“I came in third, Y/N.”

“And? That’s amazing. Out ten kids, you placed third. Be proud of yourself.”

He smiles as he playfully pushes your shoulder. “Thanks for comin’, honey.”

You beam up at him but both your happiness’s are short lived when his dad saunters over and ruffles his soggy hair. “Ah! Maybe you’ll do better next time, son.”

Steve struggled through the entire first half of game. The other team kept swiping the ball out of his grasp or whipping around him when he tried to block them. The buzzer rang signaling half time and the cheerleaders swarmed the court to do their routine. You tiptoed down the bleachers and towards the locker rooms where you heard the coach screaming especially at him. 

“NOW GET IT TOGETHER, SON! Or I swear to God, I will cut you from this team so fast—”

The door swung open and his sweaty figure came into frame as he locked his fingers over his forehead. Abruptly his foot shot out and kicked the lockers across from him as he let out a grunt of frustration. 

“Well, that’s dramatic.” He jumped as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t deal with you right now, okay?!”

“I’m not here to make you feel bad or anything like that, Steve. I just… you’ve always let him get under you skin. You’re better than this. I’ve seen you play.”

“Yeah, and the fuck would you know about it, hm? Your parents don’t give a fuck about your future and what you do with it.”

“Neither do yours! If they did, they would realize how talented you are and actually be there for you instead of running away to whatever bullshit excuse your dad gives you.” As you turn to leave, you pause to face him again. “And my parents do care, not just about me but you to even though you tossed me aside to impress people who are exactly like him.”

His sneakers squeak as he jogs over to you and blocks you from leaving as he leans down to hug you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’m just—”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.” You can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you go. “Um, Steve? You’re really sweaty.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

“You got this, ok?”

“Y/N? Um, not that I mind but why are you being so nice to me? After everything I’ve done.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”, you giggle. “I’m not saying I want to go steady or anything.” You shrug as your eyes meet his. “Maybe because I’m finally seeing little glimpses of the boy who used to be my best friend.”

He smiles as he watches you head back towards the gym. 

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The second half of the game, Steve made up for his missteps helping his team get ahead of the other. Hawkins won with a substantial lead and he was noted as making the most points that night. 

You waited for everyone to leave the area lingering behind to allow all the students time to get to their cars and leave. To your dismay, his parents did the same thing. 

“Steven! Not your best, I must say.” Steve’s eyes fell as his dad patted him on the back. His mother grinned at him as she brushed a piece of his damp hair away from his face. “This is your junior year, son. You know you have to step it up!”

“I think he did pretty well.” All three Harrington’s turned to look at you as your shoes obnoxiously banged against the wooden bleachers. “Especially during that second half.”

“Excuse me, miss. Thank you for your opinion but this is between me and my son here.”

“Oh, not a problem. I just know if I was his dad and I would be damn proud to have him as my son.” You smile in their direction before heading to your car. Thankfully everyone had left so no one would be there to harass you about what you were even doing there. As you started unlocking your car door, you noticed Steve’s parents walk towards their BMW without him. 

You sighed as you watched them drive off before you felt a hand grab your arm and turn you around. Lips meet yours, startling you before you realized you recognized the taste. Steve blindly reached behind you for the door handle and you moved to the side to help as his palm held the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat. 

His fingers fumbled with the button on you jeans as he finally undid them and tugged them down your legs. You smiled as you pushed him back with your palm into a sitting position and wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve grinded his hips against your center making you moan as his hand clung to the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly pressed to his own. 

You reached down, pulling lightly at the waistband of his shorts and he grinned into your kisses as he lifted his hips to pull them down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Your lust blown eyes watched as he spit in his hand and stroked it along his cock before reaching between your legs to move your underwear to the side.

Lifting your own hips, you hovered over his tip before gradually allowing him to invade your entrance. You both let out a groan of approval but something in yours caused him to open his eyes and watch your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you rolled your hips, slowly allow your body to take him inch by inch. 

The first time he fucked you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust as he took from you what he wanted and you allowed it. A different type of passion was in charge that evening. What was controlling him now wanted you to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying you. 

Steve’s palms reached out to cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his own. 

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. There’s no rush, okay? Go as slow as you need to.” You whimpered at his praises, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. As your hips fully connect with his own and he bottomed out inside of you, he growled, running his tongue along the side of your neck. 

“You taste so fucking good, honey. Fuck…”

Steve calling you honey triggered something inside of you; memories you tried to keep locked in the back of your mind. Memories of him playfully teasing you as you giggled during sleepovers. You two walking to the diner near your house to share a meal before going to the cinema in town. Him comforting you when the kids he now called friends made fun of you.

He was too lost in you to notice the images that flashed through your eyes. Your head fell into the nook between his shoulder and neck as you grinded and bounced on top of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he clung to the back of your head, meeting each smack of your hips with a thrust of his own. 

Your arms clasped around his neck and he did the same against your back, pressing you tightly to him as he pumped into as hard as he could. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, baby. I’ll cum with you.”

Your eyes rolled back as you panted into his skin, nails digging into him as your body trembled and you came. Steve grunted at the feeling as your pussy clung to him before lifting you off his cock, pumping himself rapidly until ropes of his seed hit his thigh. 

His head fell back against your seats, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of you reaching forward into your glovebox to grab a napkin and clean him off. As Steve pulled up his shorts, he heard your breathing get heavier causing his eyes to flutter open and turn towards you. 

You had curled your body on the opposite side of the backseat, your eyes glassy with tears you tried to hold back. 

“Y/N? Are you ok? I…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Steve, what are we doing? What is this?”, you gesture between the two of you. “I mean…even when we were friends you were never attracted to me—”

“Who says?”, he interrupted. “Who says I didn’t find you attractive? We were kids so I wouldn’t say ‘attracted’ but I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh, ok, Harrington. Let’s play that card. We were kids but we went on double dates together. I watched you make out with a ton of girls and I know Carlie Jameson sucked your dick freshman year. Why did you gravitate towards them instead of making a move towards me?”

“Ok, again, you keep throwing things like that in my face when you did the exact same things! YOU made out and grinded on most of the dates you brought with you even though you claimed to not really be into them. If we’re going by YOUR definition of attraction then in that case you weren’t into me either.”

“What the fuck do you mean by MY definition?”

“You’re implying that sex equals attraction and it doesn’t.”

“Oooo listen to you using big words.” Steve rolls his eyes before turning to glare out the car window. “I…I was attracted to you. You were unbearably kind to everyone but yourself. You were adorably goofy. That summer you taught me to swim, every time you jumped in you would make this silly face or quote a movie.” He smiles at the sound of your giggle. “And I guess you were cute with your stupid fucking hair and beautiful grin.”

“Hey, hey now. That’s below the belt…insulting my hair.”

Steve turns back to face you and you both genuinely laugh for the first time since you two had been close. 

“You just always seemed to like the ‘pretty’ girls; long blond hair, big tits, and IQs that max out at room temperature. I just… I didn’t want to lose you by asking if you wanted to try taking our relationship further especially since, to me, there was a high chance of you saying no since I’m not like them.” You sighed as your eyes met his. “I guess it doesn’t matter. It happened anyway… you chose them over me.”

Steve looked away from you in shame. “You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole.

You reach out with your fingers and grip his chin, turning him to face you again. “Steve, what is this. What are we doing here?”, you repeat your earlier questions. 

He sees you pleading with your eyes, begging for him to be the guy he used to be. The guy who took you to the movies holding your hand during every scary or action filled scene. The man who sat with you in the library, willingly letting you see how stupid he felt when it came to subjects you seemed to easily understand. The guy who brought you presents during any holiday just to see you smile, whether it was something small like a rose he stole from his house or book he saw you browsing when he went with you into town. 

The boy who called you honey and sweetheart while you cried over the phone over something another kid said or to calm your worries when his dad would scream at him and he would run to your house to spend the night. The guy who fell for you the moment he met you.

“I can’t… I can’t be what you need me to be, Y/N.”

You nod your head in understanding as you release him from your grasp. “I understand.” Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to watch him as he exited your car and headed for his own. 

[the-slythering-raven]

Tere bina

Fandom: Cricket RPF

Characters: Shubman Gill, Ishan Kishan, Shahneel Gill, Mentions of other Gill family members, Cameo by Rohit Sharma

Genre/Tags: Sickfic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Indian Cricket Team

Warnings: Descriptions of illness and vomiting

Summary: A delirious Shubman with very high fever calls Ishan when the team is in Delhi for their match against Afghanistan and babbles in punjabi thinking it to be his didi on the line

Notes: Many many thanks to @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou for encouraging my randomest ideas and also for beta reading, and to @textrovert-01 for helping me with the Punjabi parts, this fic would not have been possible without both of your love 🥰

Enjoy, and please let me know how y’all like it :)

Shubman curled up morosely in the covers. The team had left for Delhi, and Ishan had gone with them, leaving an aching void inside him. Logically he knew that they'll meet again, but at that point he felt like crying.

Reaching his hand out to the adjacent bed, Shubman grabbed the blanket from Ishan’s bed and held it close to his nose, hoping to breathe in the scent of Ishan's perfume, gagging as the scent of the hotel laundry detergent hit his already over sensitive nose. He grabbed onto the bucket kept at the side and dry heaved over it several times, unable to bring up much but strings of saliva, his abdominal muscles crying at the intensity of the heaves. God how he wished Ishan was there. Ishan would have rubbed his aching back in soothing circles and whispered soft reassurances to him just like his Ma used to do when he got sick as a child. His eyes burned with tears as he remembered the warmth. He missed her so much.

After several more minutes of dry heaving, he straightened up as the nausea passed, and fell back onto the bed feeling absolutely drained. He grabbed his phone, seeking to mindlessly scroll through social media for a while, hoping to distract himself.

The edits of Ishan and himself on Instagram only made him miss Ishan more, tears trickling down his eyes as he remembered those moments. He had been so happy during those, blissfully unaware of their pictures being clicked. He cried silently, feeling all alone and lonely in the cold hotel room. He missed everyone so much, his dada, dadi, mumma, papa, didi, Ishan, everyone on the team, but didn't want to worry them any more.

As if on autopilot, he opened his call log and hit the first contact, his Di. The one who had tolerated him crying and whining all afternoon after the one time one of his petty squabbles with Ishan had got too personal and they had both angrily decided “never to talk to each other again”. Of course they had both cried to each other and made up the same evening, but the fact remains that he did so only because Di had told him to, because that's how well she knew him.

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The sound of his phone ringing woke Ishan from his sleep, and he squinted against the glare of the screen to look carefully at the caller. He winced when he saw it was Shubman who had been calling him, because he knew he had to be feeling really horrible to give up and call him, after being determined to toughen it out by himself.

Heart beating faster than a rabbit, Ishan swiped across the screen to pick the call. He hoped it wasn't anything too bad.

“Hey Didi” Shubh whispered exhaustedly, his Punjabi accent completely unmasked.

Ishan winced. Shubh really had no clue that he had called the wrong person, and seemed way too out of it to even realize.

“Tussi ki kar rahe ho?” (What’re you doing?) Shubh asked in Punjabi. Ishan’s heart broke at the vulnerability in his voice, and he debated whether to let him know that he had called the wrong person. Rohit bhaiya raised a concerned eyebrow from the opposite end of the room they were sharing, and Ishan mouthed the matter to him, looking at him desperately for an answer.

“Didi, ki tussi mere toh naraz ho ke mei tuhanu kal phone ni kitta? Sorry behn mei so gya si.” (Didi? Are you mad at me that I didn’t call you yesterday? I’m so sorry, I’d fallen asleep)

Ishan’s heart shattered at how heartbroken Shubh sounded. He had seen it several times firsthand how emotional Shubh got when he was sick, and how prone he was to overthinking the littlest things. But should he break the news that he had called the wrong person? A head shake from Rohit bhaiya told him “No”, and Ishan agreed. No need to make him panic more than he already is, Ishan reckoned.

"Bilkul ni pagal , mere tere son krke tere to naraz kyo howangi jadke mei hi tenu zyada son layi keha si ?"(Of course not, you idiot, I wouldn't get mad at you for sleeping when I was the one who asked you to sleep more? ) Ishan replied back in Punjabi, trying to replicate Shahneel Di’s way of speaking.

That seemed to satisfy Shuh, who hummed and sniffled on the other side.

“Ki hoyea Subhi? Das menu”(What happened, Shubhi? Tell me.)

“Kuch ni, bs sabdi bohot yaad ari si, khaas karke ma di, ohnanu keho ke meri zyada chinta na karan thik he?” (Nothing… I just miss everyone so much.. Especially Ma.. Tell her not to worry too much about me though, alright?”)

Ishan sighed. He was sure Aunty was worried like anything, and she definitely had reason to worry as well, given how Shubh was so delirious he could not even recognise the fact that he was not actually talking to his Didi..but he did have a point though, Aunty did tend to worry a lot behind her always smiling persona, and she also had problems with her blood pressure, and she'd probably worry herself sick if she knew exactly how terrible her son's condition is.

“Thik he, par tu ohnanu phone zrur kar lai, oho kaafi chinta krde ne.”(Alright. But you make sure to call her, okay? She's been really worried.)

“Oho bohot hi zyada chinta krdi hein, vese oh kr ki rahi hei?”(She worries too much…what's she doing anyway?)

Ishan cursed under his breath. Fuck, what Does aunty do at this time anyway? He had played along all this time, he just hoped this would not give him away.

Remembering something Shubh had told him ages ago about Aunty loving historical documentaries, Ishan answered as casually as he could.

“Oh koi etihasik documentary ja dekh rahi hei…” (Oh you know, watching some kind of historical documentary…) Ishan prayed desperately that Shubh wouldn't ask him to hand it over to Aunty, because then he'd be Screwed with a capital S.

Shubh hummed over the phone, apparently satisfied with the answer. Ishan breathed a sigh of relief, glad his cover had not been blown yet. However he was not sure how much longer he could keep this act up.

Shubman on the other hand, had fallen dangerously silent over the phone, and that worried Ishan. His worry grew tenfold when he heard what seemed like Shubh being sick over the line. Why weren't the nausea medications working, Ishan wondered for the nth time that week.

After a while, Ishan heard Shubh exhale shakily over the phone.

“Haye rabba jo kuj vi ho reha menu kuj acha ni lag reha..” (Oh God I hate this…) Shubh choked out, his voice cracking towards the end.

Ishan sat helplessly with the phone pressed to his ear. It broke his heart to hear his friend cry over the phone, and be unable to help him anyhow. How he wished he could be there by his side, comforting him when he needed it..

Shubman also seemed to reciprocate the same idea, because after a while Ishan heard him brokenly say “Menu Ishaan di vi bohot yaad aari he, kaash oh mere naal hunda” (I wish Ishan was there with me, y'know?..)

A pause. Ishan was starting to reconsider his decision of playing along when Shubh started speaking again.

“Mei onhu bohot yaad kar reha ha, Didi” (I miss him so much, Didi)

“Fer tu onhu phone kyu ni krda? Menu pura yakeen he oh bohot khush howega” (Why don't you call him, then? I'm sure he'd love to hear from you..” Ishan suggested, completely immersed in his character.

“Nahi, Di...bohot der ho gyi he is velle mei osnu pareshan ni krna chahunda. Kal oda match he, Onhu aram di bohot lor he. Jado da mei bimar hoye ha vichara thik naal soye hi nahi, adi raat nu jado mera bukhar vaad janda ta oh thandi pattiya karda, meri pith ragarda, jad mere lai bohot hunda ta oh mera sahara banda. Tohanu pta he di, ohda moda bohot hi sukoon dayak he..”(No, Di…it's late, I can't disturb him.. He has a match tomorrow, he needs to rest.. Poor dude has not slept properly since I got sick, y'know? Kept waking up to put cold cloths over my forehead when my fever got too high in the middle of the night, rubbing my back when I got sick, letting me cry over his shoulder when everything got too much… He has such a nice and comforting shoulder, y'know Di?)

Ishan smiled through the burning of his eyes. Shubh was so adorable when he rambled in Punjabi, completely oblivious of whether the other person was understanding or not. It melted his heart that Shubh had noticed everything, but also made him sad that he was being so hard on himself for that.

“Mei tohanu bohot yaad karda ha, didi. Papa te mummy nu keho menu ohna di bohot yaad aundi he. Par oh zyada pareshan na hon, ohna di tabiyat kharab ho jawegi.” (I miss you so much, Di..Tell papa and ma I miss them too, okay? And ask Ma not to worry so much, she'll get sick)

“Ha thik he. Tu vi hun son di koshish kr. Mei tenu jaldi milan awangi, thik he?” ( I will. Now you try to sleep, okay? I'll meet you soon, alright?” Ishan continued in his best Shahneel Di impression.

“Thik he, bohot sara pyaar tohanu didi..” (Okay.. love you, Didi..)

“Tenu vi bohot sara pyaar Shubhi, hun son di koshish kar thik he?”(Love you too, Shubhi. Now try to get some sleep, alright?)

“Han ji didi” (I will, Didi) Shubh replied, stifling a yawn. He felt absolutely drained, but atleast Di was there, and she didn't seem to mind listening to him.

“Papa te mummy nu vi mere vallo bohot saara pyaar dena, thik he?” (Tell Mumma and Papa I love them too, okay?)

“Han han zrur, chal theek he good night.” (Yeah, yeah, sure. Now goodnight.)

“Goodnight, Di”

Ishan cut the call, feeling a weird mix of drained and comforted. It felt wrong to provide false comfort, but false comfort was also comfort, right?

Rohit bhaiya dragged him to sleep, putting a stop to his spiraling thoughts. “So jao aur sone do,” (Sleep and let me sleep) he muttered sleepily, before turning over and going right back to sleep. Ishan smiled at the childishness that came out of a tired Rohit bhaiya before going back to sleep himself.

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Meanwhile in a hotel in Chennai, Shubman slept like a log, his heart warm as he recalled memories of the good times with Ishan.

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[corroded-hellfire]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

thank you my beloved @munson-blurbs for tagging me 🤍

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: my true favorite is being used somewhere else on this list so I shall go with the runner up. Harrington!reader sticks up for Eddie after Jason calls him a freak

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: As You Wish, Part 1 (older!eddie x babysitter!reader)

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: St. Patrick’s Day Party

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Top This, I believe. It was Easter and I decided I wanted to post an Eddie Easter fic and bam, somehow it came together very quickly.

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Where the Heart Is, Part 4. My God there was some serious writers block trying to get that one done

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: my small collection of older!eddie stories that started with this ask about Eddie putting reader into subspace

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Steve. He just doesn’t spark my creativity like Munson does

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Eddie my beloved

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: never say never

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: tears. Lots of them. Mostly from me. Max will come back, Dustin will be a wreck, Will is gonna open up to Jonathan and/or Mike, hoping for at least an Eddie cameo, and I’m a stancy truther so I’m already planning the wedding

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: I think so, but I’m not sure they’ll necessarily call him kas

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: God yes, please. They’ve both grown so much and are better suited for one another now and I don’t care what anyone says, Steve never stopped loving her.

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: gonna be completely honest and say I have no idea which blogs are considered bigger or smaller ones

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @icallhimjoey is where I always know I can go for inspiration!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: the first ones I remember reading were by @luveline!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @munson-blurbs cuz I’ve had a tumblr crush on her since day one

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎: it’s gotta be

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: Completed my first series on here. And in non-fanfic writing I successfully finished the outline for my first two novels!

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 17.5k for Where the Heart Is, Part 5

𝚏��𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: idiots in love

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: it depends on the mood I’m in

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck Ted because a certain bff of mine wrote a fic about exactly this and made it hot. Marry Mr. Clarke cause he got that steady paycheck coming in. Kill Murray because I couldn’t not handle that man for long periods of time

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck Karen because hello billy had the right idea. Marry Joyce because she’s Joyce frickin Byers and I would do anything for that queen. Kill Claudia I am sorry but at least she shall be with mews

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? Fuck Hopper because yes daddy but also I could not live with that man lol. Marry Wayne Munson because DUH he’s Wayne and I would happily be his wife. Kill Dr. Brenner because f u papa

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? Honestly this one is so difficult. Fuck Argyle, marry Jonathan, and kill Keith. I have no explanations for any of these

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? Fuck Stevie boy. Marry Eddie because he is the love of my life. Kill argyle sorry bruh

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? Fuck a demogorgan cause that seems like an adventure. Marry Vecna because in the words of JQ have you seen Jamie? Kill demobats cause they hurt my Stevie and did unspeakable things to my beloved Edward

no pressure tags: @eddiemunsonsmum @hellfire--cult @joejoequinnquinn @silkholland @wheels-of-despair @ghost-proofbaby @word-wytch @storiesbyrhi

[abucketofweird]

Heartstopper Live Reaction: Ep. 5 Heat

- god the soundtrack is just as great as season 2

- “Did I do that?!?” Gets me every time

- Tao covering himself is adorable

- Tao is so protective of Charlie I can’t

- Nick is starting to notice Charlie isn’t eating awww

- His “QUIET”s are KILLING ME

- Damn they made some bad pairs

- Tara and Darcy together still lol

- AHHH ISSAC IM IN LOVE WITH U GET HARRYS ASS

- Ugh you can’t just ignore it Darcy babes ily but it’s gonna hurt u

- YESSSS NUCK GET HIM

- U WANT CHARLIE?!?? TF

- I CANNOT DO THIS

- I think I would die if I had to walk up all those stairs

- Issac got into Harry’s head?!???

- Why is PAPA so funny to me

- Awwww babies

- BE NICE TO YOURSELF TAO

- FRIENDSHIPS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS YESSSS

- Darcy’s comments are so funny

- The fact that those people weren’t actually there in the background in the Louvre is so funny

- What is the painting Elle was looking at? What does it meannnn???

- “I CANT RUN” it returns

- shitttt homophobic parent(s)

- I adore that Nick is just able to chill with Issac

- Is Charlie super hungry? Shittttt

- I would be so nervous to draw with someone just staring lol

- AHHHH they played that so well

- THE BUTTERFLIES I LOVE THAT ITS THEIR LITTLE DRAWINGS/THING

- I love that they have this banter

- I love that they are bringing in Mr. Farouk’s soft side

- Nick is doing this convo so well

- And Charlie’s ocd for control ugh

- Nick is taking care of Charlie now ugh

- They both take care of each other!! That’s something really important

- AHHHH THE FRENCH TALK!!!

- Charlie LOVES omfg

- AHHH THE SCENE IS SO CUTEEE

- DIRECTOR CAMEO

- oh Nick I love u

- Ummm Charlie ur gonna meet his dad with a hickey

- Them casually holding hands is adorable

This episode has some really meaningful moments to me. Specifically the locket scene with Tao and Charlie. They aren’t in a romantic relationship but they love each other so much and their friendship is so important to them that it is equal to the other lockets. Harry’s arc begins to change here and that was really interesting to see!

100/10

[zedecksiew]

Kriegsmesser

When I received Kriegsmesser in the mail I finally googled "kriegsmesser", and found out it meant "war knife". Which makes sense; Gregor Vuga's ZineQuest 2021 project is a tribute to "roleplaying games named after medieval weapons".

I love Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay's piss-renaissance Old World setting. I tend to pick up WFRP-a-likes sight unseen:

Warlock (quality);

Small But Vicious Dog (yesss);

Zweihander (which I have come to hate); etc.

Anyway: I backed Kriegsmesser without really knowing anything about it. So Kriegsmesser surprised me.

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Kriegsmesser grew out of a Troika! cutting. Its 36 backgrounds are compatible with that system: each come with a couple of lines of description; a list of skills and possessions; an a visual cameo cropped from actual 16th-Century woodcut art.

Cohesive and competently flavourful. My favourite is the Labourer, who always starts with "an empty pine box":

"You've spent your life breaking your back, working hard for other people's profit. You have nothing to show for it but a spectre of the future."

(The obligatory ratcatcher-analogue , called the Vermin Snatcher, is here -- check that box!)

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Kriegsmesser also comes with its own ruleset. Hits all the notes it needs to, with lots of orientation and advice for how to run a game -- but ultimately super-simple, mechanically:

Roll d6s equal to the value in a relevant skill, look at the highest result. 6 means you get what you want; 5 or 4 means you get what you want, at a cost.

It's not quite a dice pool, since only the highest result matters. No opposed tests.

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Kriegsmesser intends to have this base mechanic handle fights, too. The combat rules - with armour, toughness and weapon values -- are nested in an optional section.

For a WFRP-a-like, this feels like a purposeful departure.

Many of WFRP's most celebrated adventures are celebrated for bits that their underlying ruleset does little to support: the investigative structure of "Shadows Over Bogenhafen"; the complicated timetable of "Rough Night At Three Feathers".

Ludwig von Wittgenstein never needed a statblock to be memorable.

Not to say that lethal, hyper-detailed fights isn't super Warhammer-y. (Kriegsmesser includes an injury table, broken down by body-part -- check that box!)

But here it feels like Gregor is saying: "I'm not Games Workshop and Roleplay isn't an ancillary of Warhammer Fantasy Battle; we can evoke grim-and-perilous-ness even if we fork away from heavy combat rules."

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It has become ritual for me to read my partner Sharon to sleep.

Sometimes I read her RPG things. The other night, after I read her Kriegsmesser's introduction --

" The Empire wages an eternal war against Chaos. Its priests preach of Chaos as an intrusion, something unnatural ... These men see Chaos in anything that does not buttress their rule. They call it disorder, anarchy, corruption. They say that to rebel against their order is to rebel against god and nature. That the current arrangement is natural, rather than artificial.

" Meanwhile, the common people look to the Empire to deliver the justice that they were promised and they find none. They look to the Empire and do not see themselves reflected in it. They look around at what they were taught was right and good and see only misery.

" Their world begins to unravel. Chaos comes to reside in every heart and mind sound enough to look at the world and conclude it is broken. "

-- Sharon remarked: "Nice one."

The RPG things I read her generally leave Sharon lukewarm. She has enjoyed a couple -- but, yeah: for many of these books, text isn't their strong point.

Kriegsmesser is the only time I can recall Sharon praising the writing of an RPG book without my prompting.

Nice one.

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That introduction surprised me. It underlines Kriegsmesser's biggest departure from its WFRP-a-like pedigree: how it characterises Chaos.

Corruption, a mainstay of most grim-dark-y games, is made an optional rule, like combat. Explaining this, Gregor writes:

" Kriegsmesser partially subverts or deconstructs the traditional conceit of Warhammer where the characters are threatened by the forces of Chaos. In this game it is the player characters who are the agents of 'Chaos': they are likely to become the 'rats' under the streets, and the wild 'beast-men' in the woods bringing civilisation down. It's the Empire and its nobles and priests that are corrupt ... "

Describing the Empire, Gregor writes:

" The Empire encompasses the world yet is terrified of the without. It enforces itself with steel and fire yet considers itself benevolent. It consumes the labour of others with bottomless hunger yet calls its subalterns lazy, or wasteful, or greedy. "

Holy shit this is the first time I've seen the word "subaltern" in an RPG thing, I think?

I love this.

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Rant incoming:

With every passing decade Warhammer abridges its Moorcockian roots more and more; nowadays it is "Order = Good" and "Chaos = Evulz", pretty much.

Gone are the days when chaos berserkers are implied to grant safe passage to the helpless (because Khorne is as much a god of martial honour as he is a god of bloodletting); Or that the succor of Papa Nurgle is a genuine comfort to the downtrodden; Or that Tzeentch could unironically embody the principle of hope, of change for the better.

As Chaos is distilled into unequivocal villainy, Order goons get painted as Good Guys by default --

Giving rise to Warhammer's contemporary problem, wherein fans are no longer able to recognise satire.

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When I was introduced to 40K, it seemed pretty clear that the Imperium was a Brazil-esque absurdist-fascist bureaucratic state: planets are exterminatus-ed due to clerical error; the way it stamps out rebellions is the reason why rebellions begin in the first place.

Tragi-comic grimdarkness. That was the point.

Nowadays that tone has shifted -- and you're more likely than not going to encounter a 40K fan who argues that the Imperium's evils are a justified necessity, to prevent worse wrongs.

We went from:

"Space Nazis because insane dumbass fuckery, also chainswords vroom vroom rule of badass!"

To:

"Space Nazis because it makes sense actually, and also chainswords make sense because [insert convoluted rationalisation here]."

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Even Fantasy Flight's Black Crusade line, which ostensibly offers a look at 40K from the perspective of Chaos, never truly commits to its conceit.

With prep you could play a heroic band of mutant freedom fighters, resisting the tyranny of the Evil Imperium --

But I don't remember Black Crusade giving that kind of campaign any actual support. Its supplements service the relatively more conventional "You can play villains!" angle; the Screaming Vortex is a squarely Daemons-vs-Daemons setting.

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This tonal drift culminates, in my mind, with Age of Sigmar, Games Workshop's heroic-fantasy replacement of the old WFRP / WHFB setting.

Here's the framing narrative for AoS's recently-launched Third Edition. Let's see whether I've got things right:

A highly professionalised, technologically-superior tip-of-the-spear fighting force (the Stormcast Eternals);

Backed by an imperialist military-industrial complex (Azyrheim);

"Liberating" rich new territories (Ghur) for exploitation by a civilised settler culture (Settlers of Sig-- I mean, Free Cities);

Justified because the locals are irredeemable heathens (Chaos and Kruleboyz).

I mean, that's a sweet-ass Warhammer setting. It's contemporary, laser-guided lampoon. Except it is played totally straight.

In AoS, a literal crusade is justified as the moral good.

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I think Kriegsmesser surprised me because its framing of Chaos -- as a promise, as the light of hope shining through cracks of a broken world --

It feels so fucking right.

Yes: its a subaltern deconstruction of the conventional moral universe of Warhammer -- but it is a take that is also already implied / all but supported in the various depictions of the setting: from WFRP to the modified title-crawl of Black Crusade.

I'm annoyed I didn't think of it, myself. Damn you, Gregor!

And I'm annoyed that more Warhammer fans aren't thinking it, also.

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lmagine if Kriegsmesser's perspective stood on equal standing as the GW orthodoxy. Imagine if, instead of simplifying stuff into "Order = Good" and "Chaos = Evulz", GW did a Gregor Vuga.

You'd have a Rashomon-ed Warhammer, where villainy depends on perspective:

You are fearful villagers, huddled around your priest, muttering prayers against the wild braying coming from the trees beyond your gates.

You are Aqshyian tribeswomen, defying the thunder warrior towering over you, the foreigner demanding you bow to his foreign god.

You are a Tzeentchian revolutionary cell, desperately trying to disrupt a Inquisitor's transmissions so your home planet isn't destroyed by fascist orbital fire.

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Get Kriegsmesser HERE.

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[mcmusing]

So......... Season 5 is a special kind of strange. Starting with how the only plot point from 4's finale that they acknowledge is James' framing Peter. I'm beginning to believe they mostly did that to have that ironic prison scene between Neal and Peter. Outside of that, the fact that James AND Neal were wanted for an assault on Pratt is never addressed. Peter putting on Neal's anklet and letting him scheme freely is never mentioned. This is very glaring with how instantaneously Peter is promoted.

A lot of this is difficult to watch Neal go through. He's nowhere near being over what James did to him and his support system is falling apart. Another person he builds a rapport dies and leaves him feeling responsible. Mozzie is always there, but he's Neal's hedonistic playmate. Neal even has to offer him a place to stay for a while. Poor kid.

In Suits, when Harvey and Mike went through tension in season 4, their relationship stayed strained until they fully make up. Peter and Neal are supposed to be strained in season 5, but there are still these sprinkles of their normal relationship. So much wishy-washy with this.

Anyway, let's thank God this isn't the X-Men franchise and see what diamonds we can find among the rough.

You know Neal spent every work day in Peter's office, making sure no one got any bright ideas about taking over his dad's throne. Only Neal can play with his stuff. Peter totally lights up when he sees his little scamp, too!

Peter: Are you playing Elton John?

Neal: *Scoff* No. (Covertly turns off I Just Can't Wait to be King) Welcome home, old man 🤴

Season Five Fatherly Peter

At What Price

So glad James didn't come back for more than a voice cameo. Maybe he met back up with his nutty wife and joined Scott's missing parents in a townhouse in the Deadbeat Chromosome Donor District. In hell. Neal's head is so messed up- you are not betraying that POS-SOB-hobo! Disgusting! I hate this delusional idea of forced biological loyalty. Let me move on before my BP suffers because of this stupid.

Yeah, I don't care what Peter says. He looks uncomfortable through this whole promotion thing. I wonder if he takes it so they don't have to deal with another obnoxious ambitious boss wannabe. He seems ready to resume dad duty with Neal, suspicious of his firehouse behavior. Then.... someone adds her two petty cents

It's impossible for me not to dislike El a ton this season. I wind up fast forwarding through many of her scenes. She is so two-faced this season in regards to Neal. I get it. She got freaked from Peter being falsely imprisoned. How the flick is that Neal's fault?! He didn't even want his loved ones involved in his search for answers. He wanted nothing to do with James until all of his loved ones refused to shut up about him. Now, all the blame and guilt is being put on the youngest one among them?! But El's not about to disown her wine buddy Mozzie when he makes the FBI's naughty list.

When Peter is telling Neal about the new handler/anklet, he sounds so heartbroken. Really revealing when he insists he's still proud of him but terrified of Neal winding up back in prison.

Out of the Frying Pan

Okay, David Siegal is fine. He seemed interesting and had a decent dynamic going with Butch and Sundance. Oh wow, Mozzie faces some form of consequences for his criminal activity. I thought condemnation was strictly reserved for Neal.

What is Peter's deal here? Why is he suddenly in denial about their coffee mornings? Is he trying to put on a big objective boss persona? Ummm, he's been a Brown-Eyed Boss since his introduction in the pilot. I did enjoy Neal teasing him about being curmudgeon.

One Last Stakeout

And there's the Papa Peter who can't handle the separation from his Blue-Eyed Brilliance. I know Neal mainly wanted Peter out of the car, but it's nice that he got to express his very valid hurt in some form. James left him holding the bag and now, he feels ditched by the man he declared his real father. Peter's in pain also, but he's the dad here. He needs to make things right.

Said dad energy came out again when he chewed David and Neal out for a failed stakeout. Even golden child David feels utterly chastised. It is nice that Peter takes some of the blame by admitting his showing up distracted them. David did seem really interesting when he easily could have been an unlikable wedge between Peter and Neal. I still can't believe not only the way his arc ended but how insanely quickly. Have I mentioned this season is weird?!

David: Father, we are so sorry! We throw ourselves upon your mercy 🙏

Neal: We'll make it up, relax 😒

Peter: Relax?! Should have known. Anymore bright ideas while you're wasting my time?

Neal: (Resisting eye roll) Oh, here we go, blah, blah, blah, Bureau sacred bull sh...

Peter: What was that, Neal George Caffrey??

Neal: Just thinking out loud, Dad 👼

Controlling Interest

Oookay, this is the episode that demands discussion. First thing, here's a list of all of the illegal activities I can remember Peter sanctioned for Neal up to and including this point.

-Erasing that tape that, wrongly, implicated Peter accepting a bribe from a dirty judge.

-Allowing Neal to pull off an elaborate scheme to prove his innocence against Fowler.

-*Peter* not arresting his FBI colleague despite said colleague being a wanted fugitive. Also, no penalty for his girlfriend harboring him. CI competition to hotwire a Lamborghini, anyone?

-Giving Neal immunity for one nostalgic night.

-Risking an international incident to help Neal free an innocent American.

-The Lady Fixer pointing out how Peter upholds the law while those around him break it.

-Now, here, he lets Neal craft a fake work ID for impersonation purposes, risking a young trainee his job, and going through a company computer without a search warrant.

I skipped quite a few, but that's more than enough. They will be pertinent during this season, believe me.

I didn't like how this episode started with Neal basically caged after David's murder. It was great of Peter to make the executive decision to be his handler again. As heartfelt a moment as it should be, it becomes funny when the first thing Peter wants to do is solve a boring case that deflates Neal.

It was nice to see make a connection with that former criminal trying to be a good father. Neal would especially admire someone like that. His capacity for empathy could be as beneficial for the FBI as his underworld skills are.

No way am I the only one who found the therapy sessions disturbing. This would have turned into an episode of some Law and Order show if it was a lady patient and male doctor. It seemed like that woman was only gaslighting Neal from start to finish. Something happens to him after this episode. He starts stealing literally 'just because', which has never been his primary motivation since becoming a CI. Worse, these deeds and his damaged mental state never get appropriately addressed! All I can think is that it's a subconscious thing, where he's misbehaving because he feels like he's losing everyone, anyway.

Papa Peter returns. When Neal was making the ID with a blade, Peter cautioned him to watch his fingers. The way Neal objects, "Peter," sounds like, "I know, Dad, geez." Then, when Neal is high on goodnight cinderella (can we stop casually alluding to male rape, please?), the first place he goes is to the Burkes. Peter is super giddy to see him. El offers him food- hopefully, without poisoning it first. It's hard to tell her intentions this season. Peter seems more annoyed at Mozzie for getting Neal high. And he covers his sleeping boy with a blanket!

The first word that comes to Neal's mind when he thinks about Peter is worthy. Does he think Peter's the only one worthy of his respect? Or does Peter's attention and pride in him make Neal feel worthy? I'm leaning towards the latter.

I know this probably isn't very coherent, but neither is this season 💕

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On set visits; Queen x reader x Borhap boys pt. 2

*Author's note*

And here is part 2. And that's all I've got of the Rock Angel for now. Hope you all enjoy this special binge read of the series. Soon enough the story will come to an end after a few more chapters (I've had the last chapter written for like 2 years now) but I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well as the binge reading I have provided for you all. Until next time, stay healthy, stay safe, and anyone getting their vaccines GOOD LUCK!

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*Meeting the new Rock Angel. Filming continues*

A few days later after bonding with the actors playing my boys, I came to any day of filming I could (outside of my album recording and touring with Queen and Adam). Now the boys promised me and I knew they would follow up with it, the young actress they got to play me in as a cameo for the Live Aid sequence.

I was talking with Miami when we both heard a knock and that's when Graham King came in.

"I've got her."

"Bring her in." I said. He opened the door wider and soon came in the young woman came in.

"You wanted to see me Mrs. Kline?"

"Yes my dear come in." I said. She came in and took a seat on one of the producer's chair. "I wanted to speak to you guys privately about some things that have come up. But first I would like to know your name my dear girl."

"Ashley. My name's Ashley Johansson. But my friends call me Ash."

"Lovely to meet you Ash, from what I saw up there you—you blew me away."

"Uhh thank you. And can I just say I've been such a big fan of yours. My mum always played your first album on repeat every day when she'd take me to school. But I thank her for that cause your story has just been such an inspiration to not only me but her as well."

"I'm flattered Ash. I'm always happy to hear that I inspire people, even when I feel like I'm not really doing anything. All I do is just bring my music out into the world and try to give voice to things that other's don't deem important."

"That makes you an inspiration Mrs. Kline." She said.

"Oh please Ash darling, call me (y/n)."

"Okay....(y/n)."

"Now then straight to business. As you know Hollywood's always wanting to create biopics of anything and everything. And while I've been aware of both Queen's story as well as Elton's life being made into films. I've always been reluctant in getting my story out, but from what I saw a few days ago I feel like I might've found the right team to do just that. So my dear Ash, tell me this; who do you trust the most in Queen?" she looked at me confused but she soon realized just what I was doing.

"Brian was asking me tons of questions but that was the only question Roger ever asked me."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him, that.....All the members of Queen are my family. But if I had to pick, Roger has always seen each side of me. Whether it was the happiest moment of my life, or the darkest day. He's seen my true colors that none of the other band members had seen." I smiled softly and said.

"What happened after you said that?"

"He—he might not have wanted anyone to know but—I could swear I saw him wipe a tear from his eye." I smiled and lowered my head.

"That's my papa lion alright." I muttered. I looked back up to Graham and Ashley and continued, "After seeing the hard work you all have put into Queen's story, I've come to the decision along with my manager and former boss Miami, that I'm willing to sign off the rights to the film to you Graham King. And I want you my dear Ash to play me." They both looked at me in surprise.

"You're—you're serious? You-you want me to play you?"

"I can think of no other person. My uncle and father figures chose well. They—after all knew me better than I knew myself." I heard Miami chuckle softly.

"Thank you (y/n)."

"But there are conditions that I seriously must emphasize on."

"Whatever you want."

"Okay first; I will be heavily involved with the project."

"Done." He said.

"Second, there are some events I will allowed to be shown. But I absolutely refuse to have the stalking episode I was forced to suffer with be heavily shown. It can be touched on but I want nothing else about it in the film. It was hell for my family and my children were scarred for almost ten years, especially my daughter."

"It was horrifying. In my Folklore and true crime class, someone actually did a story on him in the aspect of why celebrity stalking should've been taken more into consideration." Ash said. I closed my eyes heavily trying to compose myself when I felt a hand grasp mine.

"If anything more is spoken about in regards to my Angel's stalker, the project will immediately be terminated." Miami said. I turned to him and he looked at me and nodded firmly as he patted my hand comfortingly.

"The writer's will be informed on it immediately."

"And in regard to Queen's casting, make sure that those four young boys are involved with the project. I love all four of them, they are—everything I remember when I first worked with Queen."

"It shall be done. After this film wraps up and the premiere at Wembley Stadium, you and I can meet at Abbey Road to discuss further more on the project and all the rights that need to be signed." Graham told me.

"Graham King, you've got yourself a deal." We both shook on it. A pact forged that a movie about the Rock Angel would come to place.

Months passed and I was busy touring alongside Queen and Adam for a time, up until Brian decided to pop in on set for a surprise visit. He told me that the boys were now filming the Rockfield farm studio scenes. Now this was one filming session I definitely didn't want to miss.

Brian and I drove up to the location in Hertfordshire, a charming little place known as Stocker's farmhouse and cottage. Since the real Rockfield farm studios wasn't suitable for filming, and ridge farm closed down back in 2003, Stocker's was the only place left.

Coming up onto the filming location, I began to see it looking sorta similar to what Rockfield was when I had used it earlier in my career.

"The studio definitely chose the perfect setting I must say." I said to Brian who was driving.

"Indeed. When the lads and I first came to Rockfield farm we couldn't believe that that was what Fred had in mind."

"But the wide open spaces sure do provide little to no distraction. Guess that's what made a Night at the Opera so successful to you guys."

"You really think so?"

"I know that's how it was for my first album. Plus why do you think your 5th album is the most talked about in regard to your earlier works."

"Suppose you do have a point." He shrugged. After about ten minutes of driving through the country roads, we finally arrived at the farm and the barn house there made me think of the real Rockfield farm studios.

"Not quite the same but the atmosphere of it just brings back memories doesn't it?"

"It does indeed. Shall we go surprise them?"

"Yes, lets." He shut the car off and we both exited the car. We walked towards the barn house where the guys must already be filming right about now since there wasn't really anyone outside. Once we got up to the door, Brian slowly and quietly opened the door but gestured me to go in first.

"Oh lady's first." He said.

"Thank you." I walked inside and Bri followed behind me. Inside I saw some of the crew walking around setting some stuff up. All around it was like the actual recording studio Rockfield farm had. From all the pictures I remember seeing in either magazines or even Brian himself, it was like I was transported back in time to when Queen recorded "A Night at the Opera".

"You know some of those amps and even Roger's kit we used at the time are here."

"Really? So you and Rog donated some of the actual gear?"

"Yep. Since the fans will be nitpicky about certain aspects it's just a fun little way to give them a taste of some of the real equipment. Even Red's here."

"No way. No wonder why you've been using those Red special copies throughout the tour. But Bri are you sure it's okay? I mean I know how protective you are of Red."

"She's been in the best of care."

"Right, right with your mini-copy. I swear even out of the wig and the clothes I can still see you in Gwilym. Are you sure you didn't have another child with a different woman besides Chrissie?"

"I'm positive." He assured me.

"Oh and speak of the devil there's your clone now. Why don't you go say hi while I go find the rest of the little rascals." I patted his shoulder and walked off. As I walked along I saw a familiar figure wearing a long blonde hair sitting next to another young man wearing long auburn hair that went past his shoulder.

I shook my head and walked up to them saying.

"God I swear it's like I transported back in time to 1975." They looked up and proclaimed my name. I was soon tackled in a sandwiched by Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were touring?" asked Ben.

"I was. But Brian decided to do a little surprise visit so I figured since I missed seeing you four so much, I figured I'd tag along and see how it's coming along. So what all have you done since I was last here?"

"We did a scene in Miami's office to represent Queen getting back together before Live Aid, a concert at Madison Square Garden, and the recording studio scene with Mike Myers." Joe explained.

"Now for the next couple of weeks we'll be doing some of the Rockfield farm recordings as well as the Bohemian Rhapsody music video, when Freddie joins Smile, and the "I want to Break free music video." Ben finished.

"Oh now that last one I've got to see for myself." I said grinning ear to ear. "I'll bet you four are gonna rock the drag look just like my boys did. Especially you Ben." I teased as I gently pinched his cheek.

"Yeah Benjamin I can't wait to see you in that skirt." Joe teased as well pinching his other cheek.

"Alright, alright you two enough." He said brushing our hands away and trying to contain his blush. I giggled softly.

"When that day comes, do I got some stories to share with you all about that day."

"We look forward to hearing them." Said Joe.

"And I look forward to telling them. Just let me know if you boys ever get bored of an old woman ranting on about the past."

"Never (y/n). We could never be bored of you. We love having you here, you've given us a lot of support and advice for playing your coworkers and family members." Ben said as he leaned his head against my shoulder.

"Yeah. We could never get bored of you. The day we get bored of you is the day the four of us stop being Queen fanatics. And this movie only keeps increasing our fandom tenfold each and every day." Joe said as he leaned up against my other shoulder.

"Aww you boys are sweet." I kissed Ben's cheek first which made him blush and softly chuckle.

"You lucky dog! I wanna Rock Angel smooch!"

"Then pucker up Joey dear." He puckered up his lips and I leaned in but at the last second I kissed his cheek which made him pout like a child. I laughed and said. "Sorry my dear, but my lips are reserved for one man."

"Can't blame a guy for trying though right?" he asked hopefully.

"No. I guess not. Now Benjamin, if you'll come with me real quick I would like to spend a little one on one time with you." I wrapped an arm around him when Joe said.

"Better not seduce him away from me!"

"Please Joe dear like I'd ever steal a man from you!" I cried back at him. We walked outside and walked towards the cottage. "Ben I've been wanting to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"When we first met; I had mentioned that I was looking forward to seeing you play the drums, but I noticed that you seemed a bit—tense." He froze right there on the spot. I turned towards him and stood in front of him. "Benjamin. Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

"Well I—uhh.....when I, when I went to auditioned I—might've said that I......knew how to play the drums. But I've....never drummed a day in my life."

"So you lied? You lied and ended up getting the part of playing my only father figure in the world?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry (y/n) I just really wanted the job. But I worked hard and trained over ten hours a day in the 8 weeks rehearsal time before we shot Live Aid. I just love Queen so much and I—"

"Ben." I pressed my finger to his lips. "Relax. I knew you lied the second day of filming. Roger told me."

"Did he mention the prank that Rami tried to pull on me?" I nodded as I hummed. "Damn rat."

"Oh trust me. When it comes to certain secrets, Roger cannot keep them forever. Especially when his lion cub gets involved in wanting to know." I removed my finger and cupped underneath his jawline. "But when I saw you perform the entire Live Aid sequence, it hardly seemed like you hadn't drummed a day in your life. While I don't condone for liars, I appreciate that you took the time to study just how exactly Roger drums."

"It wasn't easy. But he was supportive and he even gave me a mini drum lesson. Of course he had to step back and say 'alright. Show me what you got'."

"That's exactly like Roger. He always did the same to me whenever he gave me a drum lesson. I remember when he taught me how to play 'Don't stop me now' back when I was an intern and he told me to play it all the way through."

"Jesus that's rough."

"Depends on how you look it. Guess I got on the lighter end than you did cause he's always had a soft spot for me. But his heart's always in the right place when he mentors. Just ask his son Rufus. That boy takes everything after his father. Not just his looks but his talent too."

"Yeah. Roger has given me some good pointers on how to strike the cymbals on a certain song. Or how to properly spin the drumsticks."

"Knowing how to keep the heartbeat going. The drums are the center of the band. If one beat is off, the entire song can go to shit."

"That was always his number one rule to playing the drums. Drilled that into my head every time." I sighed reminiscing the old days of my tutorial sessions with my dad. "So he really was like your father?"

"Yeah. Out of all the members of Queen, Roger was the one I was drawn to the most. It also helped that he loved me just as much as I did him. Always there to comfort me at my lowest moments, but there to celebrate and keep me grounded when I was higher than a kite. Roger Taylor has and will always be my papa lion."

"That's so cute you guys called each other that. Anytime you came up in conversation, Roger always called you his lion cub."

"Either that or his lioness. Lioness is more for the moments when my true strength comes into play and I do something world changing. Lion cub is like a private thing between us. God I can't believe I confessed to him being a lion to me when I was drunk. But if I'm being honest, I don't regret it."

"I can see you don't, my little lion cub." I looked at him and he just gave me Roger's cheeky grin and that familiar twinkle in his eyes just made my heart flutter.

"Cheeky." I grinned. He smiled and shrugged playfully.

Yeah I know he may not look exactly like Roger when I met him but there are some mannerisms that Ben has that just made me think of my adoptive father.

We continued to walk into the cottage cause I wanted to see what they did to the inside of it. There I saw Rami sitting by the piano in the now wearing the long black hair that Fred had at the time. Jesus without the tache, he looked more like Freddie than I could ever imagine.

However that happiness soon turned to dread and absolute disgust as soon coming right beside Rami was a young man who looked like someone who I had loathed my entire life. The one man who made my life a living hell throughout my years with Queen, the poison who nearly destroyed Queen and exposed my secret to the boys.

It was Paul Prenter.

Rami and Paul were chatting away with each other and I felt sick to my stomach.

"(Y/n)? You okay?" Ben asked me.

"Excuse me." I muttered as I passed him. I trudged right over towards Rami and shielded him. "Stay. Away. From him you snake!"

"E-excuse me?" he asked confused. "I don't know what you're talking about." Typical Prenter.

"Don't play games with me Prenter! You might've fooled Freddie once but you will not do it again! I lost him because of you. You ruined his life! And I swear to you I will make you pay for it. I'm not that little girl anymore!"

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) calm down. He's not really Paul Prenter." Rami tried to reason with me.

"Freddie please I'm doing this to protect you!" I then gripped the collar of Paul's shirt and dragged him aside. "You lying son of a bitch! How dare you show yourself again!"

"Wait! Wait I'm not Paul Prenter!"

"STOP LYING TO ME!!!"

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) (M/N) KLINE LET. HIM GO!!" I turned to see Brian as well as Joe, Gwilym and Ben along with some of the crew staring at me. Brian stomped towards me and pulled me away from Paul and he said to me in a stern voice. "The real Paul Prenter is dead. He's been dead just as long as Freddie has. That's an actor playing him. Alan Leech."

My adrenaline came down and when I looked at 'Prenter' again to see that it wasn't the Paul Prenter I knew. For one thing this guy was much younger, the tache wasn't as thick as Paul's was, and his eyes weren't as cold as I remembered Prenter's, they shown with absolute fear.

Oh god.....what have I done? I collapsed to the ground trembling with regret as tears formed in my eyes. I buried my face into my arms as I softly wept. It was then I felt Brian's arms wrap around me, his head gently resting on top of mine as he rocked me slowly while I wept.

*3rd Person POV*

Rami, Joe, Gwilym and Ben looked at each other before turning towards Allen who spoke not a word but was just as worried as the four main ensemble cast was. Rami first tried to approach (y/n) but Brian looked up at him and put his hand up and shook his head.

After she went silent, Brian helped her stand up and he walked her over to the car. He allowed her to just sit there and have some time to herself. Once he shut the door, the young actors walked up to Brian and Joe asked.

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"With time. Allen I apologize ever so much but you can't blame (y/n). The real Paul Prenter he—put her through hell when she started off as an intern. One thing he did was extremely unforgivable that I don't see why we ever kept him around."

"Brian, she uhh—I know I shouldn't say this but when she was trying to defend me from Paul, she—actually called me Freddie." Brian sighed solemnly and said.

"She still blames herself."

"What do you mean?" asked Gwilym.

"Come with me lads." Brian led them over to the cottage porch and all of them sat down along either the railings, the porch swing or on the two chairs that were out. "As you know everyone in Freddie's life suffered after his death. Some of us still grieve the way we do like Roger and myself. And there are some who became so fragile like Deacy. (Y/n).....she's always lied on the in between stage. She misses Freddie beyond anything no mistake about that, but then there are days when she blames herself."

"Blames herself?" Rami asked.

"Yes. See, when Freddie first told us that he was diagnosed with AIDS. He wanted to keep it away from (y/n), because her career was skyrocketing, plus she had her own family to look after with Kelly and the twins. Freddie didn't want her to worry about him, but one year when we were all in Montreux recording our last album Innuendo, (y/n) allowed us to stay at a vacation house of hers that she had there. That's when she began to deduce just what was wrong with Fred. He told Roger and myself that the poor dear had blamed herself for not being there for him. Because—well truthfully there was a fallout with Queen and the Rock Angel for a time. Now whether we make that into the film is unknown I know writers are always doing rewrites. But she felt like had she stepped up to Prenter or held onto Freddie just a bit longer before turning her back on him, he would've been alive today."

"Jesus." Muttered Ben.

"Poor lass." Allen muttered.

"But she couldn't have known. None of you did."

"And we didn't. Because Fred didn't want anyone to know. It was his personal business and his alone. And although (y/n) says she accepts that it wasn't her fault, there are some days where she says it is. And any reminder of it just sometimes makes her snap."

"I don't blame her. I—I know exactly what she's going through because of my dad's illness. Anything regarding glioblastoma and I just freak out. But—thanks to these guys I.....don't know where I would be."

"We're here for you mate." Gwil said as he patted Joe's knee.

"So you see guys, this film is bringing back a lot of memories for her. Good and bad. So Allen I really hope you don't take offense to what just happened."

"Not at all Brian. Besides after hearing and probably thinking what the real Paul Prenter did, no wonder why she would get defensive around Rami. I hold no grudge against her."

"Thank you. Just—give her time to cool down and then you all can go see her." The five boys nodded in agreement and took the guitarist's word.

*My POV*

After a while once I calmed down and decided I needed to find young Allen Leech and apologize for my erratic behavior. I got out of the car and dapped my eyes with a handkerchief and walked towards the barn.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Kline. We're—not sure it's a good idea for you to be here right now." Said one of the crew members. That's understandable, I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

"It's not that we don't want you here it's just that, well after seeing what happened between you and Mr. Leech. We—think it'd be best if you were to not be on the set for a while." I sighed and said.

"I understand. I was way out of line. But—can you please express my deepest apologizes to Mr. Leech. As well as the boys."

"You can tell me that yourself." An Irish voice spoke up. It was then I looked up to see the five boys themselves.

"You're not going anywhere." Said Rami.

"Mr. Malek, we....."

"We heard what you said dear. Now step away from our Rock Angel so that the six of us may talk." He came up and took my hand and the boys took me into the cottage.

We came into the kitchen area and Rami gestured for me to sit down. Joe pulled out a chair and I sat down while the boys surrounded me.

"Boys; I—what you all had to witness, I have no excuse for my behavior. I am ashamed that you all had to see me act like that. Especially you Allen dear. I—hope you all can find it in your hearts to forgive me."

"I do. Seeing me remind you of someone who—was just known to be such an arsehole and black sheep in Queen's circle, I can see why you acted the way you did. I would've done the same thing too had I seen someone I hate come back and standing before someone who was once a dear friend of mine." Allen said. He came up to me and extended his hand.

"Why don't we forget this whole mess ever happened and start over? Hello Rock Angel, my name's Allen Leech." I looked up at him and smiled as I took his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Allen darling. And please like I've told these guys, call me (y/n)." he smiled and that's when I stood up and hugged Allen and he hugged me back.

"Aww now that's sweet." Rami cooed.

"We're all friends now." Joe said with a smile.

"Yes. We're all friends. Now get in here you lot, group hug boys!" they all laughed and cheered as we all came together and group hugged each other. Forming a new bond and a new start with one another.

Thankfully the studio actually managed to let me stay the rest of the day after that whole fiasco (all thanks to the boys but mostly Allen for agreeing to not press charges on me for assault). Of course they warned me that with another outburst like that, not only would I not be allowed on set again, my consultant position would be taken away.

So I was more well behaved than usual after hearing that I would be kicked off the set.

Right now the lads were recording Gwilym's bit for the guitar solo, but what was cool was that the crew decided to allow Brian to play the solo for the fun of it. So as the playback of Freddie's voice came on, Gwilym stepped aside while Brian came in his spot and began playing his guitar solo.

I stood beside Gwilym as we both observed Brian playing the famed Bohemian Rhapsody guitar solo. I even took my phone out and took a video of what was going on. After the solo, Gwilym walked over to Brian and I made sure to get both of them in the shot.

"That's brilliant. I love that." Rami's voice spoke as Freddie from the other side of the recording studio.

"So now what?" asked Gwilym.

"The operatic section." Said Rami. Both Gwilym and Bri nodded. A grin spreading across Gwilym's face as he muttered.

"Ah-huh. The operatic section. Good."

"Of course." Brian said. Jesus just seeing them like this and hearing the same voice come out of them, it really was like we took Bri back from 1975 and brought him here.

When Dexter Fletcher called cut, I stopped my video and said.

"Oh man Jack's gonna flip when he sees this."

"Is he ever gonna come by for a visit?" Brian asked me.

"Yeah I myself would like to meet the famous Jack Kline." Joe said from the other side of the booth.

"Well unlike us where we know when our schedules begin, law enforcement doesn't get days off. Especially when he's going for the Chief's chair. But who knows maybe he might come by for a day if not a few hours."

"I hope so. It's been awhile since we've seen that husband of yours." Brian told me.

"Yeah, I know. Jack misses coming in every day just like the old days."

"I'll bet he does. Or he just misses seeing the love of his life perform and rehearse. Back in the day when you kids first started dating, he'd always have that puppy love look in his eyes as he watched up on stage. Remember the time in Seattle?"

"That was in Houston, Bri. If you're meaning the time he was so distracted by watching me that he almost ended up tripping over the stage, that was in Houston, Texas."

"Oh yeah that's right."

"Alright we've had our fun, now let's do this for real. Gwilym get to your mark. Brian and (y/n), gonna have to ask you both to get out of the shot frame please."

"Good luck Gwilym dear." I said as I gave him a peck on the cheek for luck as Brian handed him his original red special and we both walked out of the frame and stood behind the camera.

The day continued on filming the boys recording the famed song that this movie was named after and I swear to you, it was like I was seeing history happen. Like I was transported back in time to the summer of 1975 and seeing my boys (just five years before they even became my boys, back when I was just one of their millions of fans) record one of my favorite albums.

And even seeing the struggle and perfectionism that Freddie had for this song. Rami truly brought Freddie's perfectionist behavior right onto the camera and it just—had me bewildered. It was like I was seeing Freddie again, hard at work on his masterpiece.

After a long day's filming, Brian and I unfortunately had to head back to the city to actually record an album together that he was helping me produce. Since touring was over for now, the boys and I (yes including Adam) we were all focusing on our solo stuff now till the next tour came around.

And since Bri had some free time after working with a talented young woman, I had asked him to come help produce my latest album 'Resurrection'. Ever since hearing about the Queen film and also hearing that Elton as well was going to make a biopic film, the title was named in honor of their upcoming films.

Because it would show a whole new generation of audiences what their stories were and show them that like a phoenix, Queen and Elton will resurrect because you can't keep down true legendary artists.

So for about 2 weeks Brian helped produce the album and of course he and I would post on our Instagram accounts both pictures of brief videos of some behind the scenes stuff of our partnership together.

"And there she is. Working diligently as ever." I heard Bri said. I looked up from my I-Pad to see him holding his phone, probably taking a video for his collection package he likes to do on certain events on his Instagram.

"Yes and I thought you'd be helping me too."

"I am. I'm your publicity for now, then I'll go back to being your producer." I smiled and laughed as Brian chuckled. He turned his phone onto him as he spoke to his Instagram followers, "As you can see we're both working extremely hard. Now we can't give too much away, but you can expect this album to be just as powerful as her previous albums in the past."

"But we unfortunately have to go now, our special guest on the album has just arrived and like Bri said, I never give away spoilers." I said as I came in the shot now.

"Okay well you heard the Angel ladies and gents, this is us signing off till next time. Bye."

"Bye!" Brian turned off the video camera and exited his account. And just as he pocketed his phone away, my special guest came in through the doors.

"(Y/n)!"

"Pink, my sister how have you been?" Yep you read right. I had reached out to the one and only Pink to come sing a duet with me. For years since she came up on the market, people have confused our voices cause she and I had the same powerful low range vocals.

Our first time doing a duet was—oh gosh I wanna say very early 2000's. I wanna say even just shortly after the 9-11 attack. I wanted to bring up an album that would spark some life and hope into the people of America, my in-laws especially cause when we lost Jared and Gen, the whole family felt like it was gonna come apart.

I auditioned several young female artists to sing along with me but their voices just either weren't right for the album or they sounded too nasally. But when this young woman at the time, an artist barely known came along, it blew me away at how our voices could mold well together.

So with me singing in a higher range and her taking the low range we launched the song 'Death by bombs, (live by hope)'. It was at the #1 charts in America for the entirety of the New York cleanup and became a national anthem. Pink and I were even asked for several years to sing the song every 9-11 for about 9 years.

Now here we are again six years after our last collaboration.

"You ready to do this?" I asked her.

"Angel, I was born ready. Anytime to sing with you is always gonna be a good one."

"Alright then ladies, step into the booth and let's get this song rolling."

"You got it Brian." Pink said enthusiastically as she and I walked with an arm wrapped around each other's shoulders and we walked into the booth together to begin our work.

Another week passed and when I received a message from Ben Hardy telling me that they were about to start filming my all time favorite music video 'I want to break free' I was on the first flight back to England (since I was recording the album in America) to see the shooting for myself.

I walked through the studio and everything came flooding back. The extras in the cow patterned leotards, the design of the music video set but it wasn't until I saw Joe dressed in the same granny attire that Deacy wore that hit me with pure nostalgia.

"Oh my god nana Johanna I did not know you were still alive." I said exasperatedly.

"Yeah, yeah hahaha very funny." Joe sneered.

"No, no Joe don't take my comment as an insult. You look—every ounce from what I remember Deacy looking like the day I came by with my wedding invitations."

"You were passing out wedding invitations during this music video?" he asked me. I nodded with a hum.

"Jack and I decided to come by to see the guys cause I wanted to deliver their invitations personally. And also ask them to walk me down the aisle since—well you probably know."

"Yeah I get it." He said as he came up and placed a hand on my shoulder. "So you really think I looked exactly like John did?"

"Absolutely. All that's missing is a crying girl crying out 'where's daddy! Where's daddy! That's not my daddy'."

"Okay this could be my dirty mind but that sounded—" I playfully slapped him in the back of the head.

"You're right to get your head out of the gutters young man! I was referring to his daughter Laura. I mean I wasn't there to see it, but Veronica had told me just shortly after the shoot that she had brought the kids over to see their father. Of course Michael and Robert were hysterical with laughter, but poor little Laura who was only 4 at the time was crying cause she didn't recognize her dad."

"Awww well if you wanna recreate it, I can call my sister and get my niece on Facetime to see if it'll work."

"As much as I would love to see that, let's not scar your niece up for life. But yeah, Laura kept denying that the old granny was her dad. Until he took off the wig and she recognized her daddy's fluffy hair."

"That is literally the most adorable thing I've ever heard."

"I know. Laura was a sweet kid. She was the one most attached to me when I first met her. She even recreated a bit of my song for my birthday when she was just 3 years old."

"Okay (y/n) seriously stop you're gonna give me cavities at this point." I laughed and said.

"Alright now show me the rest of the boys, I want to see them."

"They all look amazing. Except for Ben." I looked at him skeptically but he just took my hand and led me towards the kitchen part of the set. There I saw Rami by the table in the pink shirt and leather black skirt, sporting the 1950's hairdo and nails that Freddie wore that day. Gwilym by the fridge in the pink nightie and bunny slippers, along with the curlers, and of course Ben in the 'Rogerina' getup.

The same style wig, the schoolgirl outfit with the leggings, the heels. Wow he looked more of a Rogerina than the real Roger did for this music video.

I let out a wolf whistle and that's when the three of them turned towards me.

"Rogerina has returned. The women who makes men drool at her feet and women turn for her. And if my son Freddie were here, honey you would most certainly turn him."

"God (y/n) please stop embarrassing me." Ben whined.

"I shall not. My cousin Rogerina was the talk of the town back home. Of course along with Aunt Brianna and Fairy godmother Frida."

"Is that what you really called the guys when you saw them like this?" asked Gwilym.

"Who do you think started the trend names? Freddie's was—kinda last minute since....well due to certain things going on at that time. But really you guys, I love each and every one of you."

"I'm still disappointed in Ben's look." Joe bluntly stated.

"And why's that?"

"His thighs are too big. Too much rugby."

"Yes Joe I know. I've been trying to slim down as best I could but these thighs man!"

"Not everyone can please everybody Ben. But trust me when I say, fans will love this and will love you as Rogerina. Plus I think you look absolutely beautiful."

"You really think so?"

"Hell yeah. You're still prettier than I am."

"Oh come on now that's never gonna happen. You are an eternal beauty."

"That's what I've been telling her for years." A voice said behind us. No way. It—it couldn't be. I turned around and my ears weren't deceiving me at all.

Dressed in grey shirt with a dark color blazer and dark blue jeans, the greying of his once blonde hair but those warm eyes of his were unmistakable. A wide smile spread across my face as I laughed out and walked towards him.

"Jack!" I hugged him and he hugged me back. I separated but kept my arms wrapped around his neck. "What are you doing here?"

"The case got solved so I figured might as well put some time off and see just what you and Freddie were talking about. So I called up Roger and asked him where the filming was at, and here I am."

"Ohhh you." I leaned forward and we gave each other a loving kiss.

"Awww." We separated from each other and I cleared my throat.

"Whoa. Okay did we just transport back in time?" asked Jack.

"No love. Boys, I'd like you to meet my husband and the love of my life for over 30 years, Jack Kline. Jack, this is Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy." I pointed to each of the actors individually.

"It's a pleasure to meet you boys." Jack said with a wave.

"Believe us, it's an honor to meet you Mr. Kline. Brian, Rog and (y/n) have told us many stories about you." said Rami.

"Oh god, if Roger was telling the stories he made me look bad didn't he?" I playfully slapped his chest.

"Not all the time." replied Ben.

"In all seriousness, I must say.....wow this is....."

"I know right? Oh darling just wait till you see the Live Aid sequence Brian managed to record. Don't they just look the part?"

"Yeah. So much so that it's almost scary."

"Ohh and Jack dear, you remember back when George and Jackson were obsessed with Jurassic Park?"

"Lord do I ever. They practically ruined the tape." He said with a groan.

"Well—Joe here, played the young boy Tim in the film." I then saw Jack's jaw drop as he turned towards Joe.

"So you're—you were....."

"Yep. I was little Tim Murphy in Jurassic Park. My first major gig that got my name out there."

"Wow. And seeing you now dressed like this it—you look so much like him." Jack said in awe. I turned to Joe with a 'told you so' look.

"Yeah it was scary to see just how much I looked like him. I even asked my mom if she was up to anything around 1983." Jack laughed.

The rest of the day was spent seeing the boys perform the music video, as well as a couple more stage concerts from both the 70's and 80's. When Jack got to see these four young actors in full Queen costume and hair/makeup, he was blown away. As we were in the back of the extras who were the crowd, Jack kept his arms around me as we watch in awe.

His head leaning against mine as we watched Rami literally become Freddie with every strut, head turn and bent back, se saw Gwilym play a model of the red special guitar just how Brian is known for, Ben working hard in the back with the drums literally playing just like how Roger is known to play. But I know that out of the four of them, Jack was beyond amazed at seeing Joe Mazzello play his former mentor and idol John 'Disco' Deacy.

His bass playing and even doing the funky little moves that John as known to do on a more upbeat song like 'Fat Bottomed girls,' or 'We will Rock you'. We clapped along with the extras and cheered for them. I knew that with what I've seen so far, this movie was going to be—sensational. Just like the band themselves.

Later that night after wrapping for the day, Jack and I were now at home getting ready for bed.

"So, what did you think of it?"

"They picked the right actors. And the right team to work on it. You were right (y/n)."

"Of course I am." I teased.

"Don't get cheeky with me love, you know what I mean. This movie it—it's everything I hoped it would be. I just wonder if—he would've loved it." I looked at my husband empathetically and said so

"He does." I looked out towards the window up at the stars and continued, "They both do." I felt Jack wrap his arm around me and the two of us cuddled up close together and fell right asleep after a long and busy day.

[majesticnerdyvee]

Reichenbach Falls

Hey you! Yeah you!

DO YOU LIKE SHERLOCK? GRAVITY FALLS? SUPERNATURAL AND THE OCCASIONAL SPRINKLE OF DOCTOR WHO?

Reichenbach Falls is finally out on Ao3 and it is here to fulfill your desire for: 

fluffy, wholesome johnlock,

the right amount of mystery solving, supernatural, and aliens, 

handsome Winchester brothers with sass and Cas,

SUPERWHOLOCK REVIVED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

badass Irene Adler, 

DOGS and Redbeard,

sentient racoons,

papa/grunkle Lestrade, 

BAMF Mrs Hudson,

pop culture references,

Superlock, WhoLock, and ultimately a big showdown of SuperWhoLock,

Evil Mary to aid your angst and blood pressure at the right moment (no interference to fuck up johnlock, you have my word),

eventual taste of Jim Moriarty in his full beauty~

cameos of people I want to immortalise in fanfiction, including @inevitably-johnlocked because she deserves the love,

and deja vu because heh, who knows what that is about in context, right? right??

and many, many more!

DID I MENTION SUPERWHOLOCK?

Both introduction and the first chapter are ready to find right here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26233390/chapters/63849742#workskin

Here is an excerpt....

Irene and Sherlock downed their water in a few, long gulps. “Thank you,” said Irene, smiling at Mrs. Hudson. “So, what do you do here? You probably aren’t American.”

“Dear, it’s always the accent that gives me away,” she winked at them. Then, turning to the road again, she said, “I take care of the Shack, plumbing, gardening, cleaning, that sort of stuff.”

“What? Isn’t that usually a man’s job?” Irene quirked an eyebrow. 

“Usually, yes, but I am very versatile, I assure you. Besides, those are only a few of my skills, and it keeps me busy. Of course, sometimes my hips put up an act and I have to rest, but that’s nothing simple medication won’t solve. Plus, there’s always John to help. Greg’s great-great-great nephew thrice removed, or so I’ve heard. He spends the summers here, he’ll arrive tomorrow.”

Irene gave Sherlock an approving passing look and he nodded back. They both actually liked Mrs. Hudson. 

“What are your other skills?” Sherlock asked suddenly, ignoring the mention of another occupant of the house he will have to share the premises with. A part of him squelched when he remembered that embarrassing conversation with Mummy regarding Lestrade’s nephew, however. God knew how Sherlock loathed the inevitable interaction already. Making ‘friends’ wasn’t really his forte.

Mrs. Hudson kept watching the road as they turned right from the Main Street. 

“Oh, the usual,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Hunting, shooting, baking, canoeing, climbing, cooking, skinning animals efficiently, and knitting. Just the normal domestic work.”

Sherlock felt his lips curling into a genuine smile. Maybe this stay won’t be that dull after all. Irene seemed a little horrified, but she didn’t say anything to either doubt or disregard Mrs. Hudson.

--

This fic has fanart done by my good friend @jasombee, and will also have moodboards done on occasion by my another good friend @ipromiseimnotaspy as she sees fit!

[khristinewriteandcapture]

Movie Reviews (2020)

10. Parasite

You must be thinking, why 10?

Well if you read my post entitled I Just Had An Encounter With Papa, that's my movie review #8, the title of the movie is The Shack. It's all about having faith with God, having faith with yourself and compassion for others.

And for this review, I would like to share my own thought about this movie, Parasite.

Recently, in the Cannes Film Festival, this movie just won (insert award) and before that, it was trending from Facebook to Twitter to YouTube to any social media platforms. So, who am I to ignore right? Plus it's a movie.

So, I downloaded it. But before watching it, I guess that it was a horror movie. It's a Korean movie by the way and we know how well the Korean film industry works in the horror genre. Japan and Korea have their own different cinematography that viewers will really identify if they made it or not.

Anyway, so Parasite. From the word itself, it looks like a something gore will happen. But I underestimate how Korean film works.

For so many year of watching kdramas, why didn't I think that a simple plot is not how they work. There will always be a twist in the story that will blow everyone's mind off.

I love the sequence of the scene after scene. Who wouldn't love the quality of the film especially if Koreans made it? Did I mention I love the cinematography? I would also like to commend their choice of background music because that got me thinking that this is a horror movie.

I was not expecting the cameo but as soon as I heard his voice, I already know who he is.

I would like to tell something about the story and lesson this movie is trying to say (for my views).

We all know how hard the world is right now right? And sometimes, crappy situation makes good people do bad things. This movie screams so much about the difference of the upper-class individual and the lower-class individual.

They want to tell the story of how lower-class family tried to survive everyday and getting ready for the next day to come. How much privileges wealthy people can have because obviously, they have the money.

But what is the message that they really want to tell is that....

The barrier between rich and poor people are so visible yet so vague. Nothing is equal in this world.

So, yeah! You should also watch it if you ever wanted something unexpected.

Rate: 10/10

[queerchoicesblog]

Wedding Photos (TF Series, Kaitlyn x MC)

So, lovelies, I start the Choices March Challenge (hosted by the one and only @meeraaverywalker ❤️) with a Kaitlyn x MC fanfic requested by @marmolady : hope you won’t be disappointed, darling!

I’m not sure I’m good at writing weddings so I tried to convey the atmosphere of that very special day through “photographs” and cameos of the TF series characters (which I kinda miss!).

So years later their graduation, Hayley (MC) and Kaitlyn reminisce their wedding day...in the company of a little new “companion”!

Prompt: Wedding(s)

Word Count: 1462

Perma tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @psychopathdreamer21 @abunchofbadchoices @bbaba-yagaa @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @melodyofgraves @bhavf 

Kaitlyn Tag: @zoe6111

___________________________

“Mommy what this?” 

Lily asked out of the blue. The cute little Chinese girl Hayley and Kaitlyn adopted a couple of years ago was sitting on the couch beside one of her moms. She kept playing with Hayley’ s hair while the writer was reading the draft of a new project. The little girl eyes were caught by a photo album opened on the small table nearby so she reached for it with her tiny hands.

“Hmm?” Hayley said absentmindedly before noticing what Lily was up to. She immediately dropped her draft and helped the little one with the album.

“Hold on, love, let me help you with this! It’s heavy, huh?”

“Yep heavy!” Lily giggled as Hayley adjusted the album on her lap and put an arm around her little shoulders.

“Do you know what’s this, Lily? How is it called?”

“Abum!” the little girl cheered.

“It’s an album, yeah! And who are those girls?” Hayley asked pointing to a photo of her and Kaitlyn posing for the camera in their wedding dresses and barely containing their happiness.

Lily furrowed her brows as she concentrated to find the answer. The look on her face was so adorable that her mom felt the urge to plant a tender kiss on her cheek.

“Mommies! They’re mommies??” the little girl gaped in awe when the realization struck and a huge smile formed on her lips.

“That’s right, love!” Hayley confirmed in the softest tone.

At that very moment, Kaitlyn made her way into the living room.

“Straight from the kitchen a yummy bowl of perfectly sliced fresh fruit for baobei!” she announced triumphantly, taking a seat on the couch too.

Lily cheered and started bumping up and down.

“I bet she’s waiting for your fruit song, Kait” Hayley giggled.

“No fruit song now, Lily hungry!” 

And she almost pounced over Kaitlyn to grab a strawberry.

“Hey, hold your horses, cowboy” Kaitlyn laughed “See? Momma got a spoon...” she added feeding Lily. 

That’s when she noticed the album on Hayley’s lap.

“Oh sorry I forgot about it, I was just having a look and-”

“Aww did you miss me that much when I was at the Montreal Book Fair last week?”

Kaitlyn smiled apologetically.

“I always miss you when you’re not around, Hayley”.

She tried to lean closer to her wife but Lilly shrieked excitedly pointing to the album.

“Nana Maueen!”

The photo she was looking at portrayed Maureen smiling and lifting a rainbow cocktail to the camera.

“Indeed she is, baobei!” Hayley chuckled “If I remember well she even had a couple of those! And where are the other-”

“Papa Steph!” Lily pointed to a shot of Hayley’s dad wiping away a tear. “But...papa sad? Why?”

“Oh no, he wasn’t sad, sweetie!” Kaitlyn corrected her “Sometimes you can cry because you’re so happy too. Like...like when someone tickles you or when momma is back and you hug her tight because you missed her so much!” 

Lily nodded and turned back to the album, chewing one of her beloved strawberries. Kaitlyn turned to Hayley:

“Talking of tears, it’s so weird that we haven’t one with my dad crying! He cried so much that day”

“Oh and I remember we shedded our fair amount of happy tears too! My voice kept cracking as I pronounced my vow”

“Awww you were so freaking cute, you made me cry too! A match made in Heaven!”

“Nana Grace and Papa Peter” Lily interrupted them when she spotted a picture of them posing with a younger Kaitlyn.

“They coming? Tomorrow?” she added expectantly.

“Next week, baby, they’re coming next week!” Hayley answered, stroking her daughter’s back and letting her bright eyes drift to the album once more.

As Kaitlyn and Lily leafed through its pages, all the memories of that day in Northbridge, almost a year after their graduation, came back to her: the butterflies in her stomach when her mom woke her up that morning, the soft and proud look her father gave her as he offered her his arm, the big hug Grace pulled her in as she spotted her...and the joy and the love she felt bursting inside her chest as she stood beside Kaitlyn. She absentmindedly stroke her wedding ring with her thumb as she reminisced the moment when she finally kissed her wife. From that day on Hayley took the habit to leave notes to Kaitlyn with the sappy rhyme “To my wife, the love of my life”.

When she snapped out of her own train of thoughts, she looked at Kaitlyn and Lily giggling over a funny shot. It was a picture of Rico (who was now a high school honor student) smearing cake all over his face making Gabriela and Zig lose it.

“Hey Hayley, we should show this to Rico! I bet he doesn’t remember it” Kaitlyn commented skimming through the pics.

Hayley smiled at the thought: Rico was basically a nephew to her and he made her promise to help him write his valedictorian speech if he managed to get that far. Gabriela soon became one of the greatest supporters of Hayley and even a co-worker when James convinced them both to help him write the script for a documentary on the life and work of Enrique Vasquez.

Gabriela was also the one who got Hayley’s bouquet: there was a shot of her bowing to the crowd holding it firmly in her hand. They paired that photo with one of the unsinkable Becca Davenport gaping at Kaitlyn’s one landing in her arms.

Hayley smiled fondly at the other pics Lily was pointing with her tiny finger: a stolen shot of James and Reyna slow dancing, Rachel trying to teach some dance moves to Grace and Maureen, Zack holding a panel “From Hayley’s wingman to Hayley’s best man’” beside an oblivious bride looking the other way, Abbie posing with their kitten Cinnamon, Madison kissing Becca on the cheek, Darren and Amara smiling at her camera, Annisa straightening Chris’ bowtie and...Peter and Stephen improvising a duet on the stage.

Oh that moment! She still remembered when Kaitlyn ran to her and pointed her finger towards the stage.

“Oh my god, Hayley look!”

Their dads stood there: Stephen was adjusting an acoustic guitar over his shoulder as Peter checked the mic.

“Kaitlyn, I’m sure you play this better than me” Hayley’s dad joked addressing the audience “But how do they say? It’s the thought that counts?”

The crowd laughed and Peter spoke:

“I really hope so, Stephen! It’s been a while since my last public performance...basically a life ago! But you know, this fine man and I were talking earlier and we had this idea of singing for you”

A loud “awwww” raised from the audience and the newlyweds held each other tighter.

“It’s a special day for you and...for us as well! So Kaitlyn, Hayley” he turned to Stephen and they said at unison “our amazing girls, this is for you!”

Stephen took a step back and stroke the guitar.

“We...we truly hope that we were good dads for you” Peter said into the mic, his voice flicking “and that you will always remember what we tried to teach you. Especially that in the end, all that matters, all you need...is love”

And he started singing the Beatles' song as Kaitlyn buried her face in the crook’s of Hayley's neck.

“Hey love, do you that papa Peter sang a song to us that day?” Hayley said, gently stroking Lily’s head.

The little girl turned to her then to Kaitlyn and cheered.

“Papa sang? I want Papa sing again!”

“We can do even better, baobei: why not a papa and momma Kaitlyn duet?” Hayley suggested, throwing a conspirational look at her wife as Lily shrieked!

“Papa and momma duet!! Momma pleeeasee?” she begged, hugging her mom.

Kaitlyn smiled adoringly down at her and put her arms around her tiny body.

“How could I say no to you, love?” she agreed, planting a kiss on the top of her little girl’s head.

As she cherished that embrace, her mind went back to the end of that day: when the wedding party was winding down, her father approached her on the balcony over the bay. He put wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they both looked at the venue.

After a while, her inhaled and said:

“Well this was not what I planned when I fantasized about my baobei’s wedding”

Kaitlyn turned her head to him.

“Dad...”

Peter looked down at her, his face brightened by a big smile.

“And I’m glad of it because this was a thousand times better”

He kissed her forehead and hold her tight.

“Just promise your ol’ man that you and Hayley will visit us every now and then”.

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Saturday at GalaxyCon Raleigh

I was too exhausted to post on Saturday, so I will try to recount everything now.

My cousin Alexis and I left out at a little after 7 am, making a few stops (atm, gas, Starbucks).  We took back roads instead of taking the interstate.  Still a roughly two hour drive, but it was scenic and low traffic.  We talked about favorite Tim Curry movies and horror movies (good vs. bad, remakes) and listened to some of her favorite podcasts during the long drive.  Parking wasn’t a problem and we ended up arriving like fifteen minutes before the doors were meant to open.  There was a huge line that we had to wait in because there were so many attending on Saturday and they weren’t opening doors for anyone unless you were con staff or a vendor.  The waiting in line wasn’t too bad; it was mostly the people with VIP or 4 Day badges who were whining that they couldn’t get in yet.  As our line got closer to the building, I spotted @boxofficequeen2416 and said hello.  Thankfully, it wasn’t too hard to find the pre-registration desk or a bathroom.

Our first stop was the Exhibition Room.  We decided to walk the outside first and work our way in before trying to find the celebrities and Tim Curry photo op line.  God, it was so fucking crowded and suffocating.  We saw how long Curry’s line was and decided to wait a few hours, checking out out other celebrities.

Our first stop was Chris Sarandon, as he was on the end and was a main draw for my cousin.  She had planned to do just an autograph, but decided to do the combo.  Alexis got her Jack Skellington Funko Pop figure signed.  When he asked her name,  Chris mentioned that he has a daughter named Alexis.  He also asked if he could put his arm around her in the table photo.

My first stop was Barry Bostwick, as he had hardly anyone in his line.  I did the autograph/table photo combo.  I brought something to be signed by him.  It was an oversized movie postcard that came with my Cult Films textbook from college.  Barry hadn’t seen anything like it and had to take a picture of it with his phone.  He signed it “Dammit Kristi, I llove you!”  He took two selfies with me.  He was super sweet.  He had asked me what I went to college for (Media Studies).  When I told him that I didn’t get a job in that field mostly because I didn’t know what I wanted to do, he was very kind and told me that it was okay and that I would find something that I was suited for.

My next stop was Daphne Zuniga.  Out of all the photos for her to sign, there was only one for Melrose Place.  Can you believe that?  One of the two roles she is most famous for and only one photo for it!  Naturally, I had to get that autographed.  I also told her that I was currently watching the show and had just watched an episode that morning.  She asked what season I was on.  I told her that it was the third season and I think it was maybe the nineteenth episode of the season.  Daphne couldn’t even remember what had happened in that season.  That struck me as a bit odd, since she was only in the first four seasons.  I told her that Jo was pregnant that season.

Next up was selfies with Kristy Swanson.  She was really sweet and patient while I tried to get my phone ready.  She took four pictures with me.  I told her that we shared the same name, but one letter different.

After the panel was over, I met boxofficequeen2416 again.  I really wanted to join her for the Anthony Michael Hall Q&A.  But I knew my cousin was waiting for me.  We were going to try and get into the Tim Curry line.  No go, the staffer said try again at 2:45.  So, I got in line to get an autograph from Jonathan Frakes.  It didn’t look so bad, compared to how it was earlier in the day.  OMG, I was in line for a fucking hour!  My cousin tried calling me three times and texted twice while I was in line and I was worried that con staff would freak out because I had a phone out.  It honestly wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for VIPs and their “fast lane”.  Damn line jumpers, ugh.  But Frakes is such a sweetie who loves to talk to everyone getting an autograph and/or selfie.  Sadly, that also makes things take longer.  I got my DVD cover of Star Trek: First Contact signed by Frakes.  He starred in and directed that film.  He told me that it was is favorite movie.

I went over to Anthony Michael Hall’s booth, as there was hardly anyone there.  I had my DVD cover for The Breakfast Club signed.  He was really nice.  He shook my hand and thanked me for coming. When he was about to sign, he asked how I spell my name, as there are about twenty different ways.  I got compliments on my shirt, which I told him I wore just because I found out he was coming and that it has been my favorite movie for years.

We walked around a little more.  Alexis bought some things for herself and a Bucky print for a friend.  I found the Bard’s Tower booth and immediately spotted Timothy Zahn.  They did free signings!  I had Heir to the Empire signed by him.  I also had a promotional Decipher card depicting him as Talon Karrde, Michael A. Stackpole as Corran Horn, and Shannon McRandle as Mara Jade signed.  I received that card eight years ago at StellarCon 36 after I told Mike Stackpole that Tim Zahn was my favorite author.  Stackpole signed it and hand it to me, telling me to hold onto it until I had the chance to get Tim to sign it.  About 11:45 or so, we headed over to buy food.  I got a pepperoni pizza from Papa John’s.  She got some macaroni and pork, as well as a bottle of tea.  The food was so good, but she felt hers wasn’t worth the $14 she paid.

Nearly four o’clock, we decided we were exhausted and ready to start our two hour journey home.  There were several people that I missed out on seeing, but we had a great time.  I hope to be back next year.

Then we decided to take a break from the Exhibition Room.  I unfortunately missed out on Catherine Tate’s Q&A.  But I knew Jason David Frank’s would start soon.  Alexis went out to the video gaming section and watched a few games being played.  JDF was nearly twenty minutes late to his own panel.  When he finally showed up, he apologized.  That man looked damn good in a suit.  I wish I could have gotten a clearer picture of him.  He is such a nice, down-to-earth guy.  He even stated that it is perfectly okay for fans to try and take a picture of him, despite the con rules.  He told us how he got into acting, how he received his role on Power Rangers, his cameo in the 2017 movie, and showed us the trailer for The Legend of the White Dragon, a Power Rangers fan film that he and Johnny Yong Bosch are trying to film with other ranger actors for the fans.  OMG!  We need this so badly!  I’ve never donated money online or done anything with Kickstarter, but I am so tempted to do it for this.

After that, I think I went to see Christopher Daniel Barnes.  I was originally just going to get an autograph, but his handler talked me into the combo since his prices were so cheap ($40 for both).  Poor guy barely had anyone at his table, compared to his costar (Barnes voiced Prince Eric in The Little Mermaid and the mermaid herself Jodi Benson was always swarmed by fans).  Of the potential photos to be signed were mostly Prince Eric, at least four different 1994 Spider-Man: The Animated Series prints, one which I didn’t recognize but also had Robert Hays (which I have since learned is Starman), and only one Greg Brady from The Brady Bunch Movie/A Very Brady Sequel.  Naturally, I chose Greg Brady.  Barnes is definitely a nice guy.

I believe our final venture was the Tim Curry photo op.  The line was considerably shorter, thankfully.  I knew that Curry had a stroke a while back and was in a wheelchair.  But as soon as we went behind the curtain, I wanted to cry when I laid eyes on him.  I am aware that he is in his 70s, but it appears that his stroke has definitely taken a toll.  And the hours of exhausting photo ops probably hadn’t helped (he started at 11 am and was supposed to go until 5 pm).

[simmancy]

(๑و•̀ω•́)و FIGHT REPLIES (๑و•̀ω•́)و

Woo, that was some preview of Gen 3, wasn’t it?

This post features replies to: @mdebunny, @monets-pixels, @frost-rainbowcy, @simphonics, @simsplyirresistible, @prism-pop-asks, @stoneybalonie, @mad-hatter-of-pluto, @purpleleopard96, @nikasimming, @asinglewallflower, @germansam, @rogue198, @sunflowersim, @limericksims, @roxigirlysims

I think that’s everyone. Sorry, it’s been a while with reply posts haha!

OOOh, BURN!

mdebunny replied to your photoset “OJ: Ooh, Kabi, that wasn’t very nice. Kabinett: What wasn’t nice? OJ:...”

I love oblivious, evil genius Kabi! <3

Me too! He’s genuinely oblivious though, not like....

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Tabasco: You done flirting with your boyfriend yet? OJ: I know, I...”

ROASTED

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset “Tabasco: You done flirting with your boyfriend yet? OJ: I know, I...”

BURRRRN

OJ, who knows exactly what he’s doing. Precious smartmouthed child that he is.

GAY NERDS UNITE

mdebunny replied to your post “simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset: ...”

Nerds are the best!

prism-pop-asks replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

I'd play Tunnels and Trolls. But thats cause I'm a gay nerd.

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

But Dungeons and Dragons is awesome!

stoneybalonie replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

Also, I love gay nerds

stoneybalonie replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

He betta back off

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

I mean what an insult, amirite? I too am a gay nerd

nikasimming replied to your photoset “Tabasco: Why don’t you weak babies go back to the library and play...”

Gay Nerds Unite

May we all be gay nerds on this day.

mad-hatter-of-pluto replied to your photoset “Kabinett: Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean we’re gay. Tabasco:...”

Sounds like Tabasco is projecting

Hmmm, interesting deduction! We’ll see about that. Maybe he is, maybe he’s just a product of his environment. 

Or maybe he’s just a giant jerk all around and that’s just the way he is!

Kabinett Pastille and the Playground Fight by Kit Kat Jenkins (me)

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset

Kabi's like- I'M OUT, la la la la

simphonics replied to your photoset

Kabi's face ��

germansam replied to your photoset

Kabi judgin over here

asinglewallflower replied to your photoset

Kabi is just done with all the school drama. >_>

I’m gonna be real for a second--I actually wanted Kabi to be more involved in the fight, but he has the Good trait and just. He gets so sad being mean. I couldn’t do it to the precious smol bean. Which is why he pulled that disappointed face, I think!!

Nova Protection Squad 2k17

rogue198 replied to your photoset

That's what you get for beating up my Nova my fav smol bean

sunflowersim replied to your photoset

poor thing. she needs a hug. ):

mdebunny replied to your photoset

Poor Nova ��

Poor Nova indeed! :C She’s the easiest target out of their friend group. And the Heathers are bitches. They really deserve everything they get.

Quick - On Heather C.

mad-hatter-of-pluto replied to your photoset “Heather M: Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Madeleine: Fudge. Off. You. B–”

God that Heather C always throws me off because she looks so pure and nice!

She does, doesn’t she? She’s the Heather McNamara/Karen of the group--she’s not really mean or evil the way the other girls are, but she’s in with the Heathers and she’s a follower.

Also she’s not too bright.

Maddy vs Heather M

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Madeleine: No way! Heather M: Ugh, you’re a loser just like your fat...”

Oooh tell her Maddy

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “At the same time… Heather M: MOVE.”

Nooo

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Heather M: Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Madeleine: Fudge. Off. You. B–”

Tell her Maddy

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset “Heather M: Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Madeleine: Fudge. Off. You. B–”

I love Maddy so much <3

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset “Madeleine: No way! Heather M: Ugh, you’re a loser just like your fat...”

Get it Maddy! <3

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset

GET HER MADDY

SO GLAD you guys love Maddy! She’s doesn’t like getting down and dirty, but she’s willing to put up a fight for her friend. And she really hates the Heathers.

asinglewallflower replied to your photoset “Heather M: Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Madeleine: Fudge. Off. You. B–”

B- "banana pancake!" yES MADDY fITE xD

BANANA PANCAKE, EM?! REALLY?! hahaha I love it <3

Maddy Moon Protection Squad 2k17

asinglewallflower replied to your photoset

Hands off Maddy youuu-

rogue198 replied to your photoset

GET YOUR SLIMEY HANDS AWAY FROM MADDIE

I’m also glad Maddy has people looking out for her. LUCKILY......

Holdin’ Out for a Hero.

simphonics replied to your photoset

HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY

It’s Super OJ he’s on his waaaay....~

germansam replied to your photoset

OJ's hardcore

asinglewallflower replied to your photoset

OJ to the rescueeee

mdebunny replied to your photoset

YAY OJ!

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset

GO OJ

YAY OJ! Thank God Maddy’s got someone in her corner.

Maybe a little ironic that he dragged The Sauce for hitting a girl and then proceeded to punch Heather M in the face, but.... At the moment, his options were let Maddy get hurt or stop Heather M. He chose stopping Heather M.

And she deserved it, let’s be real.

DUN DUN DUN

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Ms. Marble: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?”

Hurray

If only!

roxigirlysims replied to your photoset “Ms. Marble: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?”

Omg YASS. Blush is everywhere

YASSS! I found it hilarious that she has the hates children trait and I picked her as the teacher-cameo too ;D Especially since she hands out detentions like Oprah.

PUPPER

prism-pop-asks replied to your photoset “Riesling: WHAT?”

Cork didn't sign up for this nonsense

Cork lives for the drama.

prism-pop-asks replied to your photoset “Riesling: WHAT?”

My small son i love him.

AND HE LOVES YOU

limericksims replied to your photoset “Riesling: WHAT?”

He is so adorable. I want 12.

That can be arranged~ :D

The Aftermath....

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Madeleine: ….And that’s why we have detention this Saturday. Riesling:...”

Oh Maddy Moon

exi-sim-stial replied to your photoset “Madeleine: ….And that’s why we have detention this Saturday. Riesling:...”

oh madi

TBH, that’s such a Maddy way to end the story. I mean.... Why do you think she’s telling Ries and not Veri? He’s not really gonna punish his princesse. Not for sticking up for her friend.

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset “Madeleine: ….And that’s why we have detention this Saturday. Riesling:...”

She stood up for her friend who was being bullied and got shoved to the ground but got detention bc she was "involved" I hate the US school system it's so realistic

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset “Madeleine: ….And that’s why we have detention this Saturday. Riesling:...”

she didnt even hurt anyone and neither did Kabi I hate the school system

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “Madeleine: ….And that’s why we have detention this Saturday. Riesling:...”

I mean he can't actually be mad, she was just standing up for her friend

Ries is definitely not really mad. And they really don’t deserve detention even though they were “technically fighting”. THeir school is one of those “zero tolerance” schools though, and OJ especially was caught red-handed. Plus, you KNOW the Heathers were all “they started it.” It’s just a shit situation all around. 

They’re not going to be punished at home (this is the end of this scene)--they’ll get a talk with Maman and Papa about why fighting is bad, they’ll explain their side of the story, Maman and Papa will go “oh, well, good on you but you should have listen to Cassie, Maddy Moon,” etc.

Overall, Bibi and Maddy are better off than OJ who is suspended but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Baby, (She’s) Worth It

^ OJ Zest, probably

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “OJ: …well, that sounds like my cue to get going. Kabinett: [sigh] It...”

Totally worth it

homijoh replied to your photoset “OJ: …well, that sounds like my cue to get going. Kabinett: [sigh] It...”

Agreed! Totally worth it!

I mean, Kabi disagrees a little, but (how are they gonna do their campaign now)

purpleleopard96 replied to your photoset “OJ: Definitely.”

Oh OJ

mdebunny replied to your photoset “OJ: Definitely.”

Yes! You go OJ! :D

Haha, more like poor OJ! That looks like it hurts!

germansam replied to your photoset “OJ: Definitely.”

Gasp! He's pretty face!

See, Sam has the right idea..... Luckily! It’ll heal!! But he definitely took a beating for a second (I was honestly surprised he won the fight).

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset “OJ: Definitely.”

BB MUST BE PROTECTED

OJ absolutely agrees! How dare anyone try to touch Maddy (or Nova). They’re precious little cupcakes, practically his sisters.

crumplebutts replied to your photoset “OJ: Definitely.”

soooo cute omg ��

THere’s a lot more cuteness to come. And a lot of heartbreak. But some cuteness too!

With all this said, ANON is back on. I felt bad having it off. But again, PLEASE don’t ask me spoilery questions! I’ll go back to answering you with pictures of Aaron Burr. :|

Thanks guys! I loooove you all!

[mafiabosstsuna]

Separate scenarios for Xanxus and Squalo where they end up engaged to the daughter of a boss of a much smaller family. She can't imagine why they're engaged and is honestly a little wary around them - turns out, she was one of the few people who was actually kind to him when he was younger - like before the Varia younger. Also turns out that the guy's the one hwo made sure that this was set up because he remembered that. Thanks!

Admin Adelheid

- Ummm… I think I enjoyed the Boss cameos a biiiittt too much XD.

Xanxus

“Really now, Xanxus. Just when are you going to get your acttogether and give me a grandchild?”

Xanxus grunted in irritation and favored the Ninth a pointedsilence by gulping down another serving of brandy.

Timoteo sighed. “I’m not getting any younger, you know?”

The Varia Boss sighed in irritation, still refusing to movefrom his reclining position in the chair beside his father, his chin resting onone hand. “What are you hounding mefor, old man? I’m not you fucking Decimo. If you’re going to pester anyone togive you brats then pester Sawada.”

“Now, now, Xanxus. It’s true that I’ve chosen Tsunayoshi asmy heir. But you are my son. It wouldbe nice to see you have a family before I die.”

“Shut the fuck up, old man; you’ll live forever.” Xanxusgrowled back getting tired of the conversation quickly. It was a good thingCoyote caught the old man’s attention or Xanxus would have probably begunshooting people at random. He caught Tsunayoshi’s coolly amused smirk from besidehim and glared at the stupid brat. “Shut your face, mother fucking asshat.”

Of course Tsuna won’t be Tsuna if he cowered over the VariaBoss’ mild exasperation. Ten years in the Mafia had unfortunately hardened thestupid brat and his smirk only turned even moreinsufferable as he looked over at the man from his seat at the head of thetable. “It’s just baby making, Xanxus. How hard can it be?”

God he missed the times when the kid still cowered in hispresence. “Why don’t you take your own advice and go fuck yourself?”

“Unfortunately, doing that and reproducing just isn’tpossible.” The brat replied with an amused laugh that was shadowed by thefamiliar shadow of sadness lurking beneath those golden eyes. “Besides. I haveyet to find a woman who can survive the life we’re living.”

“You’re still worried about that?” Xanxus snorted, knowingfull well what the Vongola Boss meant. Living by the Cosa Nostra was not easy.Having another person inducted into it would be akin to sentencing them todeath. Being his consort will constantly put that person in harm’s way. Anddespite being hardened by the Mafia life for so many years Tsuna was not one towish such a harsh life on anyone else. “Tch. Give it up. You’ll have tosacrifice somebody for the sake ofthe Vongola’s line sooner or later.”

“Perhaps Xan-chan just isn’t interested because he alreadyhas someone else in mind~?” Byakuran purred at the Varia Boss like a maliciouscat, carefully averting the discussion from dangerous paths.

Xanxus shot him a deadly glare, his temper tiptoeing theedge of his tolerance as usual where Byakuran was concerned.

“Tch.”

“Vongola Decimo!”

“Oh God he’s here again.”

Xanxus raised an eyebrow at Tsuna’s annoyed face as theVongola Boss hid his frown behind a wine glass before gracing the man who hadcalled out to him from outside the circle of their security a short butgraceful nod and then ignoring him. “The hell was that about?”

“It’s just that annoying person over there.” Tsuna mumbled.

Xanxus glanced over towards the little commotion blocked offby the presence of all their right hand men effectively staving off theapproach of random people to their table and saw one of the minor Mafia Bosseswho have just recently been accepted into the Famiglia. He narrowed his eyes ashe recognized the man and took another long drink to disguise it.

“This one’s been very persistent.” Dino elaborated,snickering behind his own wine glass. “Ever since his Famiglia’s been acceptedinto the alliance he’s been in every party the Vongola’s ever hosted, paradinghis daughters and sons in front of Tsuna.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time another Boss offers their kinas barter in an attempt to get more power within the Family.” Enma repliedsolemnly, swirling the brandy in his glass broodingly as he stared at thecontents with almandine shaded eyes. “It’s fairly offensive that they would tryto even get involved in the Vongola’s politics this early.”

“Are those his children behind him batting their lashes thisway?” Byakuran smiled impishly as he peered over at the direction of the minorMafia Boss in question who was still struggling to approach their table. Around number placed in a wide alcove partially covered by drapes of darkchampagne. “Dear me is that his wife? Don’t tell me he got everything startedby marrying into money because I seriously think he didn’t marry her for her looks.”

“His operation is fairly small, we used his Family beforefor transporting some goods through his territory,” Yuni said blinking wide atthe minor Mafia Boss in question who was still trying to get Tsuna’s attentionfrom beyond their circle of bodyguards, his smile betraying his desperation indoing so. “I heard someone is trying to take over his acquired assets and he’slosing them faster than he could blink.”

“Oh?” Enma looked up with raised brows, intrigued. “Eventhough he’s already allied with the Vongola?”

“Even the Vongola’s name won’t help him with a group likethat,” Yuni answered as she calmly transferred another colorful macaroon on herplate, carefully not looking at anyone else at the table. “It seems this groupis kind of… mysterious. They appeared overnight challenging everyone in thatterritory.”

“He can’t even handle that much?” Dino shook his head insurprise. “That’s just so… pathetic. But I understand why he wants your helpnow, Tsuna.”

“It’s not that I’m withholding my help,” Tsuna sighed inannoyance. “But the man’s a fool, proud and greedy. He doesn’t just want myhelp. He wants me to marry one of his daughters too. Apparently agreeing tohelp him would be viewed by his Family as a proposal of marriage. I could gaveignored it but he was stupid enough to spread the rumor around extensively.”

“It’s true,” Yuni nodded. “He’s doing it on purpose and it’sso widespread now that other minor Mafia Bosses are starting to swear minoralliances with him thinking he’s going to become the Vongola Decimo’s futurefather-in-law.”

“I see,” Enma nodded slowly before his eyes glowed inamusement. “He must have started it off as a bluff but it probably got so outof hand that now he’s bound by pride to make it true.”

“Pffft ha ha ha, what an idiot!” Dino laughed.

“This is ridiculous.” Xanxus sighed in a snarl and stood upfrom the table; fed up from the stupidity of it all. He had no more reason tostay now that their meeting was over.

“Xanxus, going already?” Timoteo pouted in disappointment.It wasn’t often that he got to see his son anymore. “We’re not done talking. Iwas about to introduce you to Coyote’s granddaughter.”

“Tell him to fuck off.” Xanxus snarled as he began to walkoff, headed for the space Squalo had vacated in preparation of following him.“I’m not interested.”

As he removed himself from the safety of the Boss’ circleand again entered the mass of guests from the smaller Famiglia he passed by theman who had been calling out to Tsuna earlier. The eager look on the man’s facewas a little nauseating and was easily ignored. It also didn’t help that hissons, daughters and his wife were wearing the same eager, desperate faces.

He walked close enough to whisper in the man’s ear as hepassed him by.

“Scum.” Xanxus as he stopped beside the man for a second. “Iheard you had a daughter for sale.”

The Varia Boss smirked as he saw the man pale and sweat likea pig from the corner of his eye.

“Bring her to me― the one you sired from your mistress― andI’ll make your problems go away.”

As he left Xanxus was conscious of the stare from the manthat followed him as he made his way through the crowd that had parted for himreadily.

“Heh,” Squalo laughed and smirked as he followed after hisBoss, his senses already spread around them as his body prepared to keep theman safe. “So you’re finally ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, Shitty Shark.” Xanxusreplied. “Make sure Mammon gets the papers ready.”

“Yes, Boss.” Squalo smirked knowingly. “Now what?”

“Now we wait.” The Varia Boss replied. “I doubt we’ll haveto wait long, though.”

It came as a shocking surprise when your father came to youwith the proposition. Crying and in despair and begging on his knees even asyour stepmother and step siblings looked on hatefully. You asked for a few daysto think about it before you gave your consent. A moot point since you knew youwould have no choice anyway.

You couldn’t believe this was happening despite your requestthat he allow you to live peacefully as a civilian. You’ve been the apple ofyour father’s eye since you were his child by a woman he had actually loved.Your mother who been killed when you were seven and even though no one talkedabout it you knew she had been killed under your stepmother’s orders.

You had half a mind to escape and run away but…

“Miss, you have a visitor. He says he’s your… fiancé.” The maidwas shaking and wary as she said so. “Do you want me to call your father?”

“Is he wearing something like this on his body?” you askedas you showed the maid the pendant you were wearing. The Varia’s insigniaseemingly a black hole between your fingers. A present your father had beentold to give you as a sign of favor from your new fiancé.

“Y-yes, miss.”

“Then let him in.” you ordered, trying to subdue thetrembling in your body. “And get him some drinks. The ones we reserve for Papawhen he visits.”

“Yes, Miss.”

You waited for him to come to you in the parlor, stillingyour trembling hands and knees and fighting against the uncertainty and fear forthe future you had thought you would be able to control. The moment he steppedinto your sight your heart stopped and froze for a second the moment you lookedinto his eyes. His sheer presence swept into the room and surrounded you in apossessive embrace.

This… was going to be your husband…?

He was staring at you so hard. It almost made you step backand shrink into yourself in an attempt to escape such an intense gaze…

But you were a Mafia don’s daughter. Illegitimate or not youwere still Mafia-born.

“Please sit down,” you nodded to him gracefully, invitinghim to sit, determined to be a proper hostess. Only now noticing that his armswere laden with packages. “My maid should be bringing drinks. Is your menoutside? You can invite them in.”

“I came alone.” he replied gruffly, still staring at yourface.

That stopped and surprised her. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I heard you needed to think about the engagement?” he gotright to the point.

“I…” you were taken aback by the fierceness in that onesingle question.

“You can’t refuse.”

“I… Excuse me?”

“I will not allow you to refuse!” Xanxus knew he sounded strangebut he couldn’t stop himself. As soon as he heard from your father that youmight refuse him he couldn’t pull back.

No.

He’d waited too long. Planned too hard. Wanted too much… Thelackeys he had dispensed to harass your father’s territory. The effort he tookto circulate those rumors just to make sure they would all end up echoing on his side of society confident that yourfather would never take you to the Mafia gatherings to introduce you to the Bossesas a bargaining chip. He was notgoing let you screw things up by refusing him! Not when all he’d wanted… All he’dneeded was you.

He dumped all the packages he was holding at your feet andsome of the contents spilled out. Your eyes widened at the sight of jewelry,expensive shawls and handkerchiefs… Even the finest wine…

“What… What is all this?” What does this all mean?

He ignored her question. “You understand what kind ofsituation your father is in, don’t you?”

You looked up in surprise only to see him still focused onyour face. It was as though he were trying to burn your face with his eyes.

Xanxus took a step closer when you looked away wanting to holdyou. Cage you. He could barely holdhimself back. He’d been waiting so long… He was not going to let you slipthrough his fingers when he was thisclose to having you.

“I know I was only fooling myself when I thought I had achoice. I knew when I told my father that I was thinking about the proposalthat I was just delaying the inevitable. But before I give my formal consentlet me ask you one thing.” you met his eyes head on. Resolve and curiositymixing in a gaze Xanxus had only been able to dream about all these years. “Whyme?”

Xanxus’ scowl trembled a little as his mind went back tothat winter after he turned eight. When hunger had driven him to desperationand despair. When he dove into hell and stole food expecting to be ripped apartby demons but instead met an angel…

“Stop! I said stophitting him!”

“But, Young Miss! Hestole your food!”

“No! I gave it to him!Leave him alone! See? He even forgot the rest of it because you chased himaway! Now leave him alone!”

“You could have your pick of any of the other heiresses in theMafia that belong to much more influential and powerful Families.” You continuedpouring out your confusion, wanting to make sense of it all so you could atleast stop being afraid, effectively pulling him out of his reminiscences. Grounding him back to his long awaited reality. “Even my sisters are all good choices. At least theyare all my father’s legitimate heirs. I’m nothing but the daughter of amistress. I’m not even allowed to attend Mafia gatherings. So why me? Why me whenI have nothing to offer you but myself?”

Xanxus gritted his teeth against the words. There’s no wayhe could tell you that he was the same street rat who stole your paninni when youwere seven. The same street brat you had saved from a royal beating and thengiven all your food to.

No. He had worked hard to be worthy of you after all thistime. He’ll never be able to bear it if you started looking down on him too.

“Tch, who knows?” Xanxus looked away, attempting to gatherhis composure once more. “I don’t haveto have a reason.”

Your eyes widened at the bashfulness he was trying to coverup. Despite his gruff behavior and dangerous aura. You looked at the things onthe floor and understood them for what they are.

Presents.

“Fine. I’ll accept these. But promise me,” you whispered and Xanxus looked back at youand was surprised at the same smile that had saved him so many years before. “Thatyou’ll tell me someday?”

That was not fair. How could he possibly refuse you when you start looking at him like that?

“Tch. Fine. Someday.”

Squalo

Squalo stripped his shirt off as he entered his bedroom,dropping the bloody piece on the marble floor carelessly as he went straightfor the bathroom to look at his new wound in the mirror.

“Tsk.” He glared at the blood he was losing, not even payingattention to the pain in his shoulder.

It wasn’t really the pain that rankled so much as the factthat he had been acting so goddamned carelessly tonight. All because he wantedto forget the wary look on your face every time he was around. Son of a fuckingbitch. Xanxus was going to beat him up if he comes back to headquarters lookinglike this.

But it was worth it. He had risen to this level of greatness to make sure your father would come to him for help the moment he was cornered. He had dropped those hints throughout the years to the bastard that he was welcome to seek out his help when things got rough. He had done all that while finding ways to catch even a glimpse of you…

And then a few weeks ago his time had finally come. Your father came to him asking help to get rid of some nasty competition taking over his territory. A much larger Famiglia trying to expand. And since your father did not have much money he conveniently offered you to Squalo.

And he could barely rein in his eager acceptance.

You were the only person who didn’t laugh when he declared he would become the Sword Emperor someday. You didn’t know him from squat and didn’t even move in the same circles he did but… you had gone to school with him back in Mafia Academy. The deal was sealed when he found out you were the one resupplying his first aid kit back in school because you’ve noticed how he always came back injured from training. The only reason he found out was because fucking Xanxus caught you doing it once.

So when he asked Xanxus for a temporary leave from Varia to lend his sword to your father his shitty Boss only rolled his goddamn eyes and kicked him out of the fortress snarling something about not coming back without you.

Fucking bastard knew too much.

“…That looks nasty.”

Squalo didn’t have to turn around to see that you hadentered his room and was looking at him through the bathroom door. And despitewhat he had told himself he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sweetconcern in your eyes and longing made him swallow hard.

Were you staring at the scars on his missing hand? What did you think ofit? Did he disgust you? Did you think he was ugly? Oh why the fuck was hethinking like some idiot teenager?!

“Why are you still up?” he asked instead. His tone sharp and gruff. His honor telling him it was wrong to speak to you alone like this. Not when you were being forced to be with him. “Did your father sendyou?”

You said nothing and he looked up again. Your eyes made something twist in his chest and he resisted the urge to rub at it. Even after all these years just the sight of you made him feel pathetic.

And then he almost jumped when he felt your hesitant touch on his hair.

“I… It would be easier to fix your wounds if your hair was out of the way…” you muttered as you took off the band that held up your hair and tied his hair with it. Squalo didn’t think this day would come. It felt like a goddamn dream to stand this close to you. A dream he had been chasing all this time. “There. Sorry for intruding. Let me just―”

He didn’t know how but his control snapped and Squalo found himself pinning you against the bathroom door. He didn’t care that his blood was staining your nightgown. He didn’t care if you were looking up at him with such wide, frightened eyes…

All he could think about was finally being able to hold you. Finally. His dream had come true.

“Do I scare you?” he whispered. His voice hoarse. His silvery blue eyes tracing the soft curve of your cheek. Pressing his hard body against your softness and feeling dizzy at the pleasure of it all.

You swallowed hard, feeling as though your mouth had been stuffed with cotton. This man was strong. He had a reputation for ruthlessness and brutality that was infamous in the world you were born in. You were afraid but… those eyes… They made it hard to refuse him…

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, lightly touching his lips to yours and closing his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. “You will want me. I won’t let you have another choice…”

[lofi-muses]

Thor Ragnarok - a sort-of review.

Obviously, spoilers here!!! Don’t read until you watched the movie yourself or you don’t mind having most of the movie revealed.

First of all, I’d like to mention that I got opportunity to watch this movie in 4D. I won’t refer if the technology itself was good or bad (bc it depends on the cinema, not the movie itself), but it allowed me to engage more into this story than 2D or even 3D.

Things I actually enjoyed:

1. HELA. Oh, good Lord, Hela was the most badass female character I’ve seen. We don’t see enough of female villains which is a shame. Cate Blanchett owned it.  Hela was so powerful. Threatening. Beatuiful. Terrifying. Her seidr skills were absolutely amazing (even if a little op? *cough* mjollnir *cough*). I disagree with her backstory, but 10/10 would kneel to the Goddess of Death.

2. Thor and Loki being heroes. Together. Kind of fighting side by side and kinda not? It was a strange dynamic but overall it fitted them. They didn’t get along, there was a lot of bad blood between them but it felt like a beginning of something new.

3. Heimdall! My golden-eyed bae. He was a quiet hero, saving lives of hundereds, never for glory but simply because he knew it was right thing to do. Two previous movies didn’t care much for him, but I’m glad he got his chance to shine. 

4. The Grandmaster. I think Jeff Goldblum really loved this character and had a lot of fun during the making of the movie. He was so comfortable playing this gold-clad, face-painted weirdo. He was able to make the character not just comedic, but also threatening. Silly as the Grandmaster seemed, he was not a guy you wanted to mess with.

5. Friendship between Hulk and Valkyrie. Yes, wow, there was something I actually liked as far as Hulk is concerned even though I always hated this character.

6. Valkyrie. Ex-valkyrie with terrible past and drinking addiction. I think she was refreshing in a sense that she was completely not what I expected she would be. Valkyrie is incredibly skilled warrior and she’s remarkably smart. The creators didn’t try to cover up she’s been through some terrible events in her life. They didn’t try to cover up her drinking habit, either. It’s not often to see addiction and ptsd/depression showed so boldly, especially in female character. 

7. Loki’s powers. I had a sort-of personal headcanon where my muse learned to manipulate other’s minds without the mind stone. I was right! Loki was even powerful enough to contain Odin’s powers. He was enough to revive Surtr! And not the weakened Surtr from the beginning of the movie - he was a full-fledged GOD you would imagine, as huge as Asgard’s palace itself and powerful enough to destroy it completely.

8. Stan Lee’s cameo. LOVED IT.

Things I didn’t enjoy:

1. I still think the Hulk/Bruce was wholly unnecessary for the movie’s plot and the Sakaarian’s glorification of Hulk was annoying. Yes, Marvel, I remember your unloved green baby, but I still don’t like him so stop pushing me to. Not to mention Hulk is super op. HE IS STILL ONLY A HUMAN, GAMMA RADIATION OR NOT. HE SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DEFEAT LOKI OR THOR.

2. Loki being afraid of Hulk. Like, the honest fuck??? LOKI IS A SEIDRMADR. LOKI IS A WARRIOR. HE’S BEEN AROUND FOR A THOUSAND YEARS BEFORE HULK. EVEN IF HE WAS DEFEATED, I THINK LOKI WOULD AVENGE THIS SLIGHT.

3. The scene. The fucking cringy, dumb scene with theatre play of Loki and Thor. I just facepalmed throughout the entriety of it. It was unbearable to watch. I know it was supposed to be funny, but it was just cringy and stupid. No one even laughed at it. While I admit Loki WOULD make a big-ass golden statue of himself, this was just too much. If he wanted to make Asgardians remember him as a hero, he would be much smarter about it.

4. The whole “Loki is just dumb and stupid and he can’t do anything correctly” shebang. Staaahp... Loki is more than god of tricks. He’s god of lies, deception. THE Silvertongue. THE smartest guy among Asgardians, according to the myths.

5. Thor humiliating Loki. Multiple times.

6. Thor bashing Hulk for no fucking reason.

7. Thor being smartass, sassy fuck who thinks he knows everything better and who will always win just because he’s Thor Odinson, duh.

8. Thor acting like a two-faced bitch between Hulk and Bruce, making each believe he likes them more than the other.

9. Thor manipulating his friend into helping him, knowing that Bruce might not come back after he becomes Hulk again.

10. It seems like mature Thor we got in TDW went off to take a holiday break when this asshole Thor replaced him and is having the time of his life.

11. WHY DID YOU KILL OFF THE WARRIORS THREE? WHY DID THEY DIE LIKE THEY WERE NOTHING? WHY THOR NEVER ASKED ABOUT HIS BEST FRIENDS?

12. WHERE. IS. SIF?!

13. The whole Stephen Strange scene was unnecessary. Like... what the fuck. It felt so out of the blue and confusing.

14. What was that will ALL. THAT. SWEARING. Idk if it was just polish version of the movie, but there was just so much swearing? To the point I felt uncomfortable even though I like to throw some juicy cuss words? There were parents with kids watching the movie and I heard how displeased they were.

Things I’m not sure about:

1. Odin being a good papa to Loki. Odin put him in jail before and disowned him. Then, Loki took over and did even more damage and Odin’s acting like it never happened. Part of me strongly believes Loki deserved a lot of bashing from Odin. Other part of me is happy that this jackass got his final proof that he IS loved, despite everything he did. That he has family he’s part of.

 2. The ending suggested a possibility of Loki becoming a (chaotic) good character. I am happy that my lovely emo godling can get a happy ending for himself after all, but at the same time I’m not sure what the future movies will do with the opening TR gave. They could either screw up plot or Loki’s characterization. It’s going to be a challenging thing to write.

Overall:

As a movie, it was fun. It had action, it had humor, it had unique aesthetic. However, there were many things that need fixing. Thor’s characterization, for example. I thought he would grow, but we got this... I don’t know. The whole movie felt like a crossover fanfiction. A good fanfiction, but NOWHERE NEAR canon previous movies had set, not to mention the comics OR the myth. Oh, yeah... Except Ragnarok in the title and characters like Hela, Fenrir and Surtr appearing in it, it had absolutely nothing to do with Norse myth. Nothing. Hela’s origin will never stop bothering me the same as the fact that MCU’s Ragnarok was supposed to affect only Asgardians, not the whole Yggdrassil. Taika Waititi should’ve spent as much time including Norse culture as he did with Australian one.

[kyojinofbraveos]

Long Tag Game Thingy

So I got tagged in tag games many times... Here is a complete post of it!

Game 1:

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!! I was tagged by @shitpost-no-kyojin , @kaschy , @jacaraandaas , @eldian-scum and I guess @sluttttysurveycorps ? Anyways, thank you all and sorry if I forgot that you tagged me!

Name: Berfin

Nicknames: Berfo, berf, berfike and god knows how many else...

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: 1.70 m

Orientation:

Het

Nationality: Soup

Fave fruit: Mandarin

Favorite Season: W I N T E R  - S P R I N G. I miss you babe, come back!

Fave book: How dare? I do not choose between my children.

Fave flower: Poppies

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate? : TEA. TEA. TEA. Always.

Average sleep hours: 8+

Cat or a dog person : Cats for sure! 

Fave fictional character: Ymir my goddess is always a first, though I feel Bertolt on a spiritual level in these days where temperature is 40+ degrees and I sweat like Colossal Titan.

Number of blankets you sleep: None. Even wearing clothes make me melt these days.

Dream trip : Travelling the world has always been my dream. 

Blog created: 2016!

I am tagging anyone who wants to do this.

Game 2:

I was tagged by @xleviiiix to answer her questions. Thanks!

1. What do you love most about your blogs?

Well, it is more like an archieve of my own. A place where I feel comfortable.

2. Favorite Anime/manga

Is this a trick question lmao ofc Shingeki no Kyojin!

3. If you had to pick between living in a hot area vs a cold area, which would you pick?

I’d kill to go some place cooler. I. AM. MELTING.

4. Small things that cheer you up

Snk, tea, air condition, music, art, rain, dancing, cool air, spending time with my friends, wind, hot chocolate.

5. Favorite drink

Tea. Ice tea these days.

6. Rain or snow?

AME! Rain!

7. If you could, what color would your eyes be?

Hmm, I think brown is going just fine for me! But green eyes would be cool, I guess?

8. What species would you like to be besides being human?

I’d be a whale! Maybe... A Space whale? I made my cameo at new opening already.

9. Name your pet peeves

I am getting really angry when people act cocky to me. Yeah, we get it. You know something. Stop pleasing your ego because you know something more than others. I also am getting really angry when people make weird noises around me, I want to hit their mouth. Especially, when people slop while eating food. Just. Stop. Other than that, I don’t like many people in general. Fiction is right on one thing, we people suck lmao.

10. PizzaHut or Dominoes or Papa Johns!

PizzaHut! This question made me want a pizza lmao

11. Things you love and hate about tumblr

This is a weird website you know. All those art and creative content you see is really cool, you meet with very cool and talented people here too but there are some very wrong stuff going on here. Like, being a hetero person is considered as a bad thing and all heteros are evil? Why? Makes no sense whatsoever. I totally understand the troubles lgbt+ people are facing but aren’t they doing what has been done to them to heteros on tumblr? There are also a black and white world view going on, people do not have respect to each other. They send hate anonymously and even rant about other people on other websites, like twitter, just because that person didn’t agree with them? Just because they have a different idea? Shame, shame, shame. Basically, people need to stop acting like they are the heroes of their narratives and stop hurting people for idiot reasons. Can’t you see how idiotic this is? Like: I want this two characters to fuck, if you want that person a to not fuck with person b but with another person c, I’ll rant and send hate to you with my friends. And does this make sense? If it does, you should stop being on internet and go see a therapist. Ah, and there is this white ppl/ others thing. I am not even getting started on that. Wow. I am so fulled about this topic lmao. A

I don’t want to write questions because I am lazy.

Game 3: 

I was tagged by @pureren to do A-Z game! Thank you!

A- age: 19 B- birthplace: The capital of dankland C- current time: 13:24 D- drink you last drank: tsatsiki 

E- easiest person to talk to:  @all-my-ships-are-snking ilu hoe. Also @momtaku . F- favorite song:  ( x ) this has been my number one for days! Also I really love this G- grossest memory: So I was 7 year old and just began to school. Since our school’s bathrooms were really dirty, it was really disgusting for me to go there and our home was not really close to school. So I was holding myself not to pee and like, it got really hard for me one day but I need to wait until school was over then started to ran home but ofc... ı failed and peeid in front of everyone. Ah, and I once step on horse poop. H- horror yes or no?  I am mostly laughing at horror movies lol I- in love? Never fall in love before. J- jealous of people? Nope, I don’t think so. But sometimes I got jealous of my friends when strangers pay too much attention to them. This is a bad childish habit I am trying to kill,  K- killed someone? ???? Take a wild guess   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

L- love at first sight or should I walk past again? Don’t waste your time it is hard to conquer my heart. M- middle name: berfin is my middle name actually!  N- number of siblings: 1 O- one wish? Travelling the world and getting the hell out of Turkey. P- person you last called? An irl friend of mine. Q- question you’re always asked: So... whe will you get a college? R- reason to smile: season 3 will be out next april?? I know this is not official yet but this makes me happy af! S- song you last sang: here T- time you woke up: 11 am. I woke up late  U- underwear color: white. V- vacation: Unfortunetely, I am still in this hell. Burning. For my sins. W- worst habit: biting my nails X- x-rays: Why is this a question???? Y- your favourite food: soups in general Z- zodiac sign: Capricorn

I am tagging anyone who wants to do this!