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Okay, I was just being mentally ill, business like usual, when a random concept came to me: Overlord, but, one of the NPCs is replaced with Tanya von Degurechaff
#tanya von degurechaff#the saga of tanya the evil#youjo senki#overlord#momonga#ainz ooal gown#floor guardians#crack fic#fic prompt#crossover#imagine the possibilities#imagine the chaos#imagine the potential#imagine the drama#imagine the multiple tanyas#treasurer tanya#overseer tanya#vampire tanya#insect tanya#demon tanya#elf tanya#hell homunculus tanya
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šThe Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter mega post š
As we enter the last hours of the Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter, hereās a recap of ALL the items you can get and how to get them. Weāll also answer some of the main questions youāve had.
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TIERS
THE HUMAN TIER (Ā£25 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel. All of the stretch goal embellishments (foiling, ribbon, foreword, afterword, extra pages, etc) cover every level (including early bird). Every backer also gets a bookmark. This also includes the foreword and afterword by Michael Sheen, David Tennant, and Jon Hamm.
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THE SERPENT TIER (Ā£40 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel, a dust jacket* featuring an alt cover by Frank Quitely and Loot Pack #1*, which is full of goodies. *Stretch goals have added to these items, full info below.
The alt cover dust jacket is now reversible, with the other side featuring this by Rachael Stott in b&w.
āļøSerpent gets the dust jacket for your graphic novel.
ā It does not have a print of this image. The colour version is available as an add on.
Loot Pack #1 originally featured 2 x Colleen Doran prints (including a brand new piece), a postcard and bookmark. Fans have unlocked additional Colleen prints, some colouring pages, as well as *many* prints from other artistsā¦ You have unlocked prints from Rachael Stott (different to the alt cover image), Sarah Graley, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Paul Kidby, Alice Oseman and Anna Morozova, as well as the Frank Quitely cover as a print.
Weāve been asked a lot about Alice Oseman's prints, so to clarify: if you back the Serpent Tier or above, you will get Alice's print featuring Aziraphale, as well as the newly commissioned Crowley to complete the pair.
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THE HELLHOUND TIER (Ā£120 GBP) includes the prior tiers + Loot Pack #2, ft. Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, stickers, and a pack of the Good Omens trading cards. These will be playable. Tier backers can also get rare cards in their order at random.
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THE WITCHFINDER TIER (Ā£200 GBP) has all of this, plus an exquisite map by Julien Labit. Dimensions will be approximately 594 x 841 mm.
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THE DEMON TIER (Ā£320 GBP) is a creative punch from head to toe, with five additional enamel pins (including Dog), some snazzy socks, and two creator themed notebooks, one for your inner Pratchett, the other for your inner Gaiman.
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THE HORSEMEN TIER (Ā£500 GBP) is the Demon Tier + A3 Giclee print from the graphic novel, signed by Colleen Doran, plus the exclusive Beelzebub enamel pin, and Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set.
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THE OBSIDIAN TIER (Ā£3k) builds on the Horsemen Tier with copies of the new, limited Obsidian editions (GO illustrated edition, graphic novel & William the Antichrist), signed by Neil Gaiman & artists, and a one-of-a-kind trading card by Colleen Doran.
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For booksellers, we have two options: The Small Bookshop Tier (10 copies) and The Bookshop Tier (20 copies), both of which offer a 50% trade discount. There are also add ons of 10 and 20 copies for shops looking to order more.
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ADD ONS
The campaign itself ends at 11.59pm UK time on 31 August, so thereās still time to get your pledges in. Letās move onto the add ons via Kickstarter...
How do you add more to your pledge? This link on Kickstarter should help. You effectively re-select the tier youāve chosen, and then it will take you to the add on section. This works even if your tier is sold out, or was time sensitive (Nightingale).
Unlike tiers, you are not limited to one choice with add ons. You can get additional copies of the graphic novel, mugs, slipcases, the graphic novel oversized edition, and more. Rachael Stott's Eternal Encounter print is available also.
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A.Z. FELL & CO ADD ONS. Includes: Bookmark, mug, socks, tote bag. The bookmark is different / higher end than those included with every copy of the graphic novel.
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TRADING CARDS. You can get a trading card booster pack. These will have at least six cards. The Hellhound Tier is where to get the larger, playable base pack. Base packs will be available down the road via the new merch store, but cheapest via the Kickstarter.
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ENAMEL PIN ADD ONS We have two pairs of Aziraphale and Crowley pins (Ā£10 per set). We also have mystery packs of three available (Ā£12). You can see the full pin information and designs so far at http://goodomenshq.com.
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While pins #005 onwards will be part of the mystery packs, they may pop up at events or in flash sales of specific items. We will give fans as much notice as possible when these exciting events will happen.
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BOOKSHOP ADD ONS. Bookshops who have backed either of the retail tiers will be able to add packs of 10 or 20 additional books onto their pledge. These tiers must be delivered to a bookshop address. These are also at 50% trade discount.
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OBSIDIAN ADD ONS. While the Obsidian Tier collects all three books, you can add the Obsidian Edition of the Good Omens illustrated edition, the Good Omens graphic novel, or William the Antichrist - signed by Neil - to pledges at any level.
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Add ons are available for every tier level. Add ons will also be available after the Kickstarter, however will be cheapest via the campaign. We know a lot of people have been asking, so if 31 August is too short notice, worry not!
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FAQ
Q: Will the graphic novel be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. It will be available via PledgeManager, and subsequently on goodomenshq.com when that becomes the wider merch store.
Q: Will tiers be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Some will be available for an additional time on PledgeManager to allow those who couldnāt access the Kickstarter for a variety of reasons. This will go live at some point after the project finishes.
Q: Will the add ons be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Though Kickstarter will be the cheapest way to get the add ons, these will be made more widely available at a slight price increase after the campaign ends.
Q: I couldnāt back the Kickstarter due to payment issues. Can I use Paypal / other methods? A: We believe PledgeManager will be able to integrate the wider payment methods, including Paypal, for those who couldnāt back with a card. This is TBC. Longer term, this will be an option on goodomenshq.com when it opens as the official merch store.
Q: Shipping is charged after. Why do we not have the final numbers yet? A: Weāve been working across the campaign to bring estimates down further; the page will have new numbers as we have them pre-31 Aug, however we will be working over the coming months to get the best price for backers worldwide once the weights are locked in. Our goal is to get the best value for supporters and not overcharge by locking in this early.
Q: If it will all be available later, what difference is there in backing the Kickstarter? A: All backers get an individual discount code for the Good Omens HQ merch store when it opens in the future, so you can get money off further items. Weāve got some fun things that weāre planning to do via backer updates post-campaign too. More on thatā¦ later. Youāll still get plenty of ineffable joy either way though!
Q: Is there anywhere I can sign up for updates? A: Yes! Good Omens HQ will have a mailing list. You can sign up here.
Get yours here!
#good omens#good omens graphic novel#neil gaiman#terry pratchett#colleen doran#rachael stott#crowley#aziraphale#michael sheen#david tennant#alice oseman#jon hamm
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20vs1 -W2S
words: 1.3k
warnings: none.
summary: you are asked to be on the sidemenās 20vs1.

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y/username: guess what I'm filming todayš¤«
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A month ago... "Rach!" I shouted through my apartment. "Ye?" my roommate Rachel shouted before appearing in my doorway. "Do you know who the sidemen are?" I asked her. "Yes, they're massive on YouTube, why?" She replied plonking herself next to me on the bed. "They just asked me to be in one of their videos." She shot upright "what! Did you say yes?" She asked excitedly. "Umm, I haven't replied yet, are they weirdo's?" I asked since she knew of them. She laughed aloud "no I don't think so." she said with a giggle. "It says they want me to film a "twenty versus one", what's that?" I said flipping my phone around to show her the email. "That's a series, they do, let me just show you." she grabbed the control and flipped on my tv.
That night I went through a rabbit hole, researching these people. I wanted to make sure they weren't creeps before agreeing to be in a their video. They had a pretty massive following and there videos were entertaining. I eventually decided it'd be fun so agreed to be in the video. When I told Rach she was ridiculously excited.
Today is the day of the shoot. All I'd been given was a location and a time, so I got up early to get ready. I took a shower, dried and straightened my hair, did my makeup (adding extra powder so I wouldn't shine in the studio lights) then got dressed into a black, tight play suit, an oversized denim jacket and some black four inch heeled boots. Once I was finished I sprayed myself with my favourite perfume, grabbed my bag and left my apartment.
After a 30 minute drive my uber finally pulled up outside the filming location which just looked like a large building. I thanked him and slid out of the car. Just as I was walking towards the front entrance I was greeted by a woman who said her name was Tanya and that she was the head of production. "She seems nice" I thought as she led me inside. She brought me to a green room with multiple other women, and a table with drinks and food. I sat down on one of the chairs. "wait, are you y/n y/l/n?!" One of the girls asked me. I nodded "yep, that's me." I replied with a light smile. "Omg I love your vlogs!" She announced excitedly. "Thank you!" I said appreciatively.
Almost 20 minutes later all twenty of us were taken through into a small hallway, and formed into a queue. I was sixth and when it was my turn I walked out and stood on the marked spot on the white floor. "Hi, how are you?" I asked who I learned from my stalking was Harry. "Not great to be honest." he replied, clearly not enjoying this shoot. I laughed slightly "just breathe." I said breathing deeply in and out. He copied my actions and did the same. He smiled "yes." he said, flicking his hand towards the door then I heard a cheer from another room. "Thank you." I said politely and walked off the set.
Ten minutes later everyone was sent back into the room and we all stood in an oval shape facing the camera. Then Harry walked in and greeted us "hello everyone, I said yes to way too many people so if you don't like me please- leave." he chuckled then turned around to face the camera. Five people left leaving nine of us. Harry opened his eyes and turned back around "I'll take that, I'll take that, I'll take that, I'll take that," he repeated quickly "thank you very much. alright, I'll see you shortly, I guess." Then he left and all of us were taken back to the green room.
I sat there for well over two hours waiting, since I was the last one. Once it was finally my turn, I was taken back to the studio, by Tanya. "You'll do great!" she said with a light pat on my back just before I entered the room. I was reattached to a mic and then told to sit down on the comfy looking chair. Harry entered a few minutes later and I stood up to greet him with a hug. "Hello again, sorry you've been waiting so long." he said politely, before sitting down. I smiled "no problem." He took a breath in "so what's your name?" "y/n." I replied. "And what do you do?" He asked. "For fuck sake I hate this question" I thought. "I do YouTube." I replied. His eyes lit up slightly "oh, what kind of videos do you make?" He asked, sitting forward in his chair. "Vlogs, beauty stuff, outfits, that kind of thing." I said counting them on my fingers. "Oh cool." he said with a nod of his head.
The date lasted just under 15 minutes. From the video Rach showed me it seemed that these weren't just normal dates but it felt completely normal to me... actually in the other video there was one date where the man was just told to be himself, so maybe that was what was happening. We talked about what both of our favourite movies were, we found out we both lived in London and when I asked if he was into football he explained that that was what his YouTube channel was based off, along with an online game to do with football.
Once the date finished, we hugged goodbye and he left. Then I was asked two questions by the main camera man: what I thought about him and if I would go on another date. "I thought he was a really sweet and seemed interested in our convo. I will definitely go on another date with him." and as I said those words, I heard in eruption of cheers in another room, which Tanya had now explained was the other members of the sidemen watching the dates. I laughed slightly then stood up. I quickly had my mic taken off, then went to collect my things from the green room. As I was grabbing my things Tanya popped back into the room to ask me something, "the boys were just wondering if you could come and see them so they could thank you for coming." she asked. I smiled "of course."
She took me through a corridor, and then down a smaller hallway and into a room. There was a group of boys stood up in front of around six TVs that I assumed they had been watching the dates on. "Hey, nice to meet you, thanks for coming!" who I knew to be JJ said putting his hand out for a handshake. I shook his hand and said "thank you for having me." They all introduced themselves to me and we stood talking for a few minutes. Just before I left I heard my name "y/n!" I turned around to see Harry stood in front of me "I was just wondering... if it was okay with you, I could get your number?" he asked. I smiled "sure." He passed me his phone I typed my phone number in. "there." I said, passing his phone back to him. "thank you." he said with a sheepish smile. I waved the other boys goodbye before I left the building.
The next day, I got a text from Harry asking if he could take me out on a "second" date, and obviously I said yes.
#fanfic#image#oneshot#sidemen#harry lewis#harry w2s#w2s#w2s imagine#w2s x reader#w2s fic#wrotoshaw#wroetoshaw#20vs1#ksi#miniminter#zerkaa#vikkstar123#tobjzl#behzinga#instagram
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Can you write a Beach!AU featuring the Earthrealm roster ( maybe even the Outworld characters as well ) with fem!reader whoās muscular leaning ( I would love to see more fics about mildly muscular/buffy women ) being insecure abt her body due to years of fighting, training, ridden with scars on her muscled body so she kind of just sits under the shades awkwardly most of the time as sheās afraid to put on her swimsuits and joins in the fun with them as well
staying in the shade
a/n: hi there, no comment today unfortunately
pairing: kenshi takahashi x gn!reader
warnings: none :)
you sit underneath the umbrella, blankets laying over your legs and wearing a baggy sweater, and you sip on your iced water as you watch your team play in the waves
Lord Liu Kang sits out in the sun with Raiden, and they chat with each other about something as they drink in the sunlight, the rays catching on their tanned skin
Kung Lao and Johnny tackle each other underneath the waves as they yell and scream about winning some type of game
Mileena and Kitana had also come, Lord Liu Kang having invited some of the court for a nice day out, and they were building a sandcastle near the shore of the beach, hissing whenever Kung Lao and Johnny got a bit too close to their creation
the castle they had managed to make out of sand and water was massive and quite impressive, and you could even see the detail from your distance
Tanya hauls the sand and water back and forth for the two of them with Li Mei, the two of them groaning at the effort, but they laugh and flick sand at Mileena, revealing how they really felt about the situation
Syzoth simply bathes in the sun next to Lord Liu Kang, arms outstretched and looking rather like an oversized dog
the only person that sits next to you is Kenshi, who wears a skin tight bathing suit shirt to protect his tattoos from the sunlight
as you finish another ice cold drink and reach for the next one, sweating underneath the heat that gathered in your sweater, Johnny shrieks and retreats, running to where you sat on a towel and hiding behind you
Kung Lao chases the actor, and the two of them circling around you as if in a game of tag and you were a table obstructing their way
soon, the monk dives for Johnny, smashing his sand covered legs into your sweatshirt and spill your drink all over it, and you growl and grab onto the muscle, causing Kung Lao to trip and Johnny to get away
the monk collapses onto the sand, letting out a loud grunt as he falls, and he turns onto his back to glare at you and say that you had ruined the game before he notices the spilled drink staining the front of your sweatshirt
he apologizes, sitting up and wiping at the front of your sweater with his hand, but the damage is done
you can feel the sugar sticking to you, and you grimace, waving him off to go and chase Johnny again
Kung Lao frowns and tells you to take off the sweatshirt, heāll wash it when he goes back, and you decline, not wanting to take off your sweatshirt just yet
youāre wearing your swimming suit underneath, but still, you didnāt quite want to get criticism for how you looked right now
the monk sighs and says come on, holding his hand out for the sweatshirt, and you scowl at him and tell him to back off, drawing your dagger out of the cooler
Kung Lao backs off, hands high in the air, before saying that it was your choice and running off to go and chase Johnny
Kenshi looks at you from the side of his eyes and asks why youāve just done that, and you just grumble out that there was no reason and sheathe your weapon again
he scoffs and turns to fully face you, one eyebrow quirked up despite the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and he asks why youāre so touchy over your sweatshirt
you growl out that youāre not and cross your arms, hunching your back and letting out a hmph, and Kenshi rolls his eyes
turning back to lean back on his chair, he says that youāre not fooling anybody with that attitude, obviously youāre insecure about how you look
you look at him with a glare, but he doesnāt care and continues to just lean back in his chair, continuing his spiel with saying that none of them will care what you look like underneath the sweater
besides, nothing could get worse than seeing someoneās head decapitated right in front of them, so really they wouldnāt be phased by anything
you sigh, feeling the sugar stick to your skin now, and you sigh and hesitantly pull off your shirt and throw it off to the side to be washed later
turning back to Kenshi, you ask if heāll really be okay just sitting here alone, and he waves you off and tells you to have fun, he needed to catch up on a podcast anyway
before you leave, he tells you to come back, and you do so
Kenshi holds his hand out, and you put it into his and watch as he presses his lips to the back of your hand and tells you to have fun
you smile and laugh and say that you will and run off into the waves, screaming at Kung Lao to watch out for ruining your sweater, and he screams in delight as he runs from you
nothing to worry about at all it seems
#tangerine writes#tangerine answers#mortal kombat#mk#mortal kombat 1#mk1#mk1 2023#kenshi takahashi#kenshi takahashi mk1#mk1 kenshi takahashi#kenshi#kenshi mk1#mk1 kenshi#kenshi takahashi x reader#kenshi takahashi x you#mortal kombat x reader#mk x reader#mk x you#mk x y/n#kenshi takahashi x y/n#kenshi x reader#kenshi x you#kenshi x y/n
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2000s Lookbook: Erica Bachelor-Kane (Part 2)
Helia Hair by greenllamas
Sinope Bracelets by candysims
Sun Halter Empire Top by kiarazurk
Demure Belly Button Piercing by pralinesims
Belted Turquoise Jeans by simlaughlove
Faith Tee by sentate
Brisa Bikini by ciao-cc
Lower Back Tattoo Pack 01 by mickimagnum
Spectacularly Low Jeans by plumberrycc
Magnolia Mules by greenllamas
Shiloh Hair by okruee
Plumbob Necklace by kumikya
Halter Peplum Shirred Top by aasymcc
Selina Diamond Bracelet by rustys-cc
Taylor Top by serenity
Juliana Bra by serenity
Ocean Bikini by ciao-cc
Belted Bootcut Jeans by simlaughlove
Fallen Angel Wings by kaguya-fox
Dina Hair by daylifesims
Un-Rosaried by deathpoke1qa
Lydia Corset by sentate
Inessa Stockings by sentate
Kayla Necklace by arethabee
Accessory Shirt by solistair
Laney Skirt by arethabee
Na-Ra Garter by trillyke
Giovanna Tights by magbay
Tanya Pumps by mortimergth
Nair Hair by kiarazurk
F Necklace 01 by jarisimcc
F Earrings 01 by jarisimcc
Portia Dress by sentate
Maiden Necklace by serenity
Ayesha Top by sentate
Seqoia Skirt by greenllamas
Emily Wedges by candysims
Boba Tea Hat by joliebean
Glimpse Necklace by joliebean
Alex Top by aharrisxayoshi
Jade Jeans by sentate
SP13 Clip Claw Updo Roots by stargazingsims
Comfy Oversized Tee by nucrests
(General resources: Nail It! Nails by joliebean, Sweetener Gloss by crypticsim)
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Okay but imagine a freshly turned aka very strong MC rebelling against her sires aka The Sisters, not giving two fucks about her "leader" commanding her (well, trying to) to calm tf down because thatĀ“s just who MC is, right? Girl just doesnĀ“t cope well with being told what to do - she never did. Especially if itĀ“s Tanya, lol.
(Some things just never change Ig. š¤·š»āāļø)
So ye, thereĀ“s lots of snarling and hissing (mostly from MC) and things are thrown around and ripped to shreds in vampiric rage (the sisters made sure CarmenĀ“s precious vases were safely stored beforehand - far, far away from all that rage), and then youĀ“ve got Tanya and Irina trying their best to calm their out-of-control wife, utterly torn between reprimanding that oversized toddler and cooing at it, and then youĀ“ve got Kate-
...aka The Doofus currently (or still) stuck in the wall because sheĀ“s been too busy making heart eyes at her furious wife to care about anything else (that includes being thrown into said wall):
Kate, halfway stuck upside down in the wall: "Fuck...sheĀ“s so damn sexy when sheĀ“s angry, right?"
Tanya & Irina, who would really appreciate another pair of hands to help contain their out-of-control wife: "KATE!"
#thinking thoughts#vampire!mc#newborn!mc#literally#twilight#the twilight saga#the denalis#denali coven#denali sisters#tanya denali#kate denali#irina denali
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Victoria Bekiempis at The Guardian:
Special counselĀ Jack SmithĀ can file an oversized, 180-page motion on presidential immunity inĀ Donald Trumpās Washington DC federal court election interferenceĀ case, a judge ruled Tuesday. Judge Tanya S Chutkanās decision stems from prosecutorsā 21 September request to exceed the typical 45-page limit for opening motions and oppositions. Smithās motion must be filed by Thursday and will include both legal arguments and evidence and could provide additional insight into Trumpās efforts to throw out election results, though it is unclear when the public might be able to see the material given that it will initially be filed under seal. Trump faces four felony counts over his effort to subvert the 2020 election, though a JulyĀ US supreme courtĀ ruling onĀ presidential immunityĀ threw the case into near disarray.
The supreme court held that Trump and other presidents enjoyĀ immunityĀ for official acts, but not unofficial ones, undermining charges related to his alleged pressure campaign on justice department officials. The supreme court remanded the case back to Chutkan, who must decide which claims in Smithās case are official acts, and which are not official. Smith filedĀ a new indictmentĀ against Trump in August, which does not dramatically change this criminal case, but revamps some parts to stress that Trump was not acting in an official capacity in his attempt to overturn election results. Prosecutors proposed in a 5 September hearing that they should file a brief on the immunity issue with āa comprehensive discussion and description of both pled and unpled facts ā¦ so that all parties and the Court know the issues that the Court needs to consider in order to make its fact-bound determinations that the Supreme Court has requiredā.
Special Counsel Jack Smith is permitted by Judge Tanya Chutkan to file a 180-page motion detailing presidential immunity in the United States v. Trump election subversion case that featured efforts by Donald Trump to overturn the 2020 election results.
#United States v. Trump#Total Immunity#Jack Smith#Tanya Chutkan#Trump v. United States#DC Circuit Court#Jack Smith Special Counsel Investigation#Donald Trump
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The girlfriend wannabe (III)

Lee Minho x reader
Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.
Words: 3.2k
Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!
AN: Hope you enjoy the third part! If you wanna be tagged, leave a commentš¤
@linos-kitten @honey-pop
"Minho! Stop snapping photos!" You groaned for the third time, shaking your head in annoyance.
"Why baby? You look beautiful!" The man welped from the other side of the counter, where he had set his things exactly two hours before, as he has done numerous times the few weeks you had known each other.
"I assure from this angle neither me nor my three chins look pretty!" You reprimanded, scrunching your nose in distaste.
It had been nearly a month and a half since the deal and he had taken it upon him to randomly show up at the cafƩ. From the amount of time he showed up, you would assume he didn't have anything else to do.
"Y/Nnn! Y/Nnn! I am bored!" He wailed, uncaring about the amused and obvious looks from around him.
You turned your gaze at him. The grey Balenciaga hoodie he wore swallowed him whole, paired with joggers and a brand of sneakers, that were far too expensive for your poor knowledge, you would swear that he had just rolled off from bed. But you knew for a fact he had a three hour lecture before, as he had whined and whined about the projects he been bestowed upon. His oversized bag that joined yours below the counter was filled to the brim with books and crinkets.
"You do know that you can just.. leave. It's my shift, not yours" you mused, hands flying all over the coffee machine.
Wild locks of hair were in your eyes, obscuring your vision and blinding you. A quick and careless movement towards the rushing hot water had you retreating and hissing. Minho made a worried sound, but you waved his concerns away. You had worse before. You made a bee line to the sink to wash off the burning feeling.
"First of all, dear, be careful. Second of all, how can you say that to the face of the store" A voice reprimanded behind you.
The owner, Tanya. A woman in her late forties, sometimes she looked like a mother, sometimes a friend. She had immediately taken a liking at you and you to her, making both your life easier and the work merrier. But now you doubted her gut feeling, as she had taken the same liking to your boyfriend. After 3 visits of said boyfriend and how natural, quote on quote, you seemed, she had noted that she saw you lasting quite a long time.
You turned to Minho, pointed to the front of the store, dusting cloth in hand "Well, maybe then, the face of the store own to clean up a bit" you snickered, tired of the double attack you were under.
Sure enough, Minho slowly lifted his palms in surrender.
One down, one to go.
"And if you like him so much, give me an extra day off to go on dates with him. Look at the poor thing, always here waiting for me" you pouted, arms crossed and head cocked to Minho's direction.
She snickered and murmured that she had some job to finish at the back. Both you and he laughed as you watched her run to the back to lick her wounds.
You looked at him once more, pondering. Now that you mentioned it.."How comes that you are always alone, Minho?"
He hummed, looking up from his phone that briefly distracted him"What do you mean, baby? I am here with you" he answered immediately.
"Yeah, but if you aren't here with me, you are at uni. When you aren't there...what do you do?" You wondered, suddenly curious. Wide eyes blinked back at you.
He gathered his thoughts and answered slowly "Well...usually I am with the three buffoons" At your subtle raise of a brow and the questioning smile you were wearing, he lazily explained. "They are my friends. You met one of them already." You nodded as a pierced figure came to mind. "They are actually producers so they are kind of busy right now. They are making an album so that" he emphasizes, hands waving around wildly "left me with free time" he shrugged, playing with his coffee's straw absent mindlessly.
"I see" you mumbled, hands always busy clearing the counter. You should really buy a cream later, you reminded yourself as you check your dry hands. A piercing ring draw both of your attentions. His phone was now blasting a song, unfamiliar to you but pleasant, and hilarious display of "mommy dearestš§š»āāļøā¤ļø" was shown on the screen.
You huffed and turned to clean up the rest of the mess while he answered. You strained your ears when you caught your name being mentioned in his conversation, but didn't turn around. When he hung up, he gathered his wits, always a bad sign, and asked sugary sweet. "Baby?"
"Mmm?" You hummed from your place.
"Do you have anything black tie appropriate?" He asked, voice high and chipper. So he wanted something.
"No, believe it or not, I hadn't a use for it on college parties" you threw back at him, hands still scrubbing away.
He let out a low laugh, raspy and incredious. "You should get something then. How will you play beer pong without the proper attire?" He joked mirtfully, hands coming up to cup his face. He sat up suddenly, straightening his back, hand coming up to mess his tresses even further and wondered "When do you work this week?"
"Same shifts I worked this week, sweetheart. You should know, considering you were here for most of them" You sassed, scrunching your nose in fake annoyance. Company was nice, you admitted to yourself, even if it had left you rushing to complete a assignment or two.
"Okay then! Wednesday it is!" He nodded to himself, making a mental note. With that he strutted inside the space you were currently in. Without looking up, he collected his bag and came to your side. He stepped close, one arm circling around your mid section "I will pick you up at 10. Sharp."
"For what?"He looked at you like you've grown two heads.
"Obviously for shopping, baby. Don't be late" At that he squeezed you tightly and started waltzing to the entrance.
"Between you and me, Lee Minho, who fo you think will be late" you whispered-shouted after him, hands coming up to cup your for maximum effect.
He didn't turn around, just waved you off with a hand above his shoulder.
"You are late" he noted from his place leaning in the car.
"Shut up" it was you murmured.
He snickered as he opened the car's door for you. It was a black SUV, that was entirely unfit to be parked at 10:30 in the morning in this neighborhood.
Let's amend that it is not the neighborhood that is bad, it was the SUV that was far too expensive, probably this year's model, to be here.
If you were to say anything about your neighborhood it would a good balance between nice and affordable. Sure, some outside walls were without a good painting for years, making the once lovely yellow to have a sick egg yolk color now. And sure the main lock on your building was broken before you moved in, the building's taker ignoring all the numerous complaints you and your neighbor had filled, but it was home. It was next to the subway, near your school and convenient. And most importantly it was all you could afford on your own.
The SUV's owner made no comment neither about the neighborhood neither about your unkempt appearance. As you attempting to salvage your hair in the front mirror, he stepped into the car. His hair was perfect, unlike yours, trousled to perfection. Dark sunglasses with a golden Medusa on its side were obscuring his eyes from yours. He wore a black blazer with neat cut above a grey crew neck and straight jeans. He looked like some sort of model, especially compared to your slobby self.
The dark green sweater you were wearing was a few sizes bigger, hugging you comfortably just the way you liked. Paired with black leggins and your trusty Converse sneakers, you were a university dream.
Too bad your opponent played on a far higher court.
"Looking crisp, Lee" you noted, fishing your cherry chapstick from your bag. You patted it twice on your lips before it was swiped off your hands,and a moment later, a warm cup replaced it. You turned to look at your chapstick stealer finishing his touches on his own lips. You sipped on your liquid before cringing away from the flavor. "What is this?"
"Coffee" he answered briefly, before handing you the tube and reversing the car, murmuring about how this neighborhood has no parking whatsoever. "When did you see me drink my coffee black?" You mumbled, clicking your tongue to get rid of the bitter taste. "Anyway, phone" you said, extending your hand.
He looked at you funny from the very corner of his eye. You rolled your eyes and groaned a please to appease to him. He mumbled something in return, but made a signal to get his bag from the backseat. You stretched a bit, but managed to snatch his bag and handed his phone to him so he could unlock it. Once unlocked and safely jnto your hands, you typed your desired destination.
"Where are we going? I don't know any stores in that neighborhood" Minho wondered as soon as he heard the instructions he was given.
"Drive, loser. We're going shopping" you joked and leaned back to tolerate the rest if your terrible coffee.
"Really now?" Was the unimpressed remark he gave you as soon as he was at the entrance.
Hands lowering his sunglasses, eyebrows raised and eyes scanning the plain mall jn front of him.
"Do you really think I would let you buy me a black tie dress? What are you? My sugar daddy?" You pointed, terrible coffee still in hand. You couldn't down it in one go.
"Do you really think my mother would let you anywhere near her without Chanel?" He returned, eyes still scanning the place. You knew that those shoes were real Chanel! Your mind helplessly provided.
"First of all, that doesn't sound half bad at me. She will let us get out early, if she let us in at all" was the response you threw at him. He turned to you with a hanging mouth and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, she was his mother after all.
"Nice thought! Wouldn't hurt to try" he mused, now scanning with a new interest. You let out a breath of relief.
"And second of all, we hadn't agree that I would take money from you. I am not that desperate" you protested, stumbing your foot.
"Yet" he completed jokingly, still earning a punch in his arm from you. "So where are we going?" He asked.
"Third floor is the dress shop. Second floor is the library. And basement 1 is the market" you answered, already making a bee line to the moving staircase.
"Huh?"He questioned you as he started to follow. You felt him more than saw him moving with you. "It's kinda far from my place so I figured I could shop while we're at it" you said, walking backwards for a sec, just to send a blinding grin his way. Avoiding screaming children and frantic parents in search of said children, you made your way up.
You found the store quite easily and from then on, Minho didn't feel he needed your guidance from there. He took straight off to the aisles of clothes, grabbing dresses from the left and from the right. You were left undisturbed to cruise until he decided he needed you too. But that moment came and just like that you were dragged into the changing room and thrown 8 or so dresses. You tried the first one, fitted black material stretched over your figure, the sweetheart neckline doing wonders for your blossom and the slit making your legs longer. You stepped outside, the image of confidence and made a 180 turn for Minho...just for him to shake his head and usher you to the dressing room again. Which he proceeded to do for the next dresses, us well. By the forth dress, he found himself a stool and suddenly the scene seemed straight out of a 2000's movie. Dresses came and went, you getting wilder with your posses and Minho more dramatic with his denial. The Caesar's thumb down was the cherry on top.
"Minho, come on! You can't just not like anything!" You complained, still having on a beautiful emerald dress.
"Nothing speaks to me" he shrugged, as he browsed more dresses.
"Maybe you speak only in Prada unlike the rest of the world. Move, please" you cut him off, moving in front of him in the aisles. They weren't that many good choices, you must admit. He choose all the elite of the dresses and now everything else seemed blant. You let out a huff and moved to the next aisle, and then the next. Just as you started to get disappointed, you saw it.
A two piece white set. A white cropped blazer with golden details paired with A-line pants. You run to it, lifting it off the rack, turning to your companion with a raised brow and a smile. Minho looked at it, then proceeded to shrug and point to the changing room. You made a quick work of ridding the previous rejected piece and putting on the new one.
You checked yourself on the mirror.
You looked beautiful.
It made you look taller, slimmed your waist and brought out your natural blush. With decisive strikes you went out to your 'boyfriend'.
He was buying himself with his phone, at your awkward cough he looked up. He didn't give much of a reaction, which was surprising given his dramatic nature, he simply sat his phone and sat straighter in his stool. He looked at you once, twice and then he finally spoke. "You look gorgeous"
At his comment, you span around again and stroke a pose, making him giggle. "Thank you! So? This is it?" You asked, eager to be done and for his approval at your choice
."Yeah, I believe it is" he stated and started gathering your staff. You made a quick work of the set and rushed outside, seeing Minho already at the cashier about to swipe his card at the machine. That was before you screamed a "NO!", which effectively scared both him and the girl at the front away.
You passed the aisle quickly before tugging him away from the machine and offering the cashier a sweet smile. She looked at you funnily for a second before taking your card.
"I could have paid for that" Minho whispered near your ear privately. You placed a gentle hand on his forearm before replying "I know, but I got this"
Once the bag was in your hands, you stepped out. "Where to?" Minho asked, before placing the shades back on his eyes. An unnecessary action because you were inside. You were inside the mall without a ray of sunshine in sight. Sign.
"The paper store.I have a few books I need to buy" Half an hour and three books later, you were headed at the cashier. Minho couldn't believe the price of the books he was carrying. "Really? Almost a hundred bucks?! With a coupon?" He asked again, hands busy flicking through the thick tomes.
"Wait till you see how much we're gonna pay for the super market. You're gonna love it" you giggled as you waited.
After clearing out round two, it was time for the big boss. The super market.
As soon as you entered you saw the queues of people waiting at the cashier and was hoping you gotten over the noon rush.
You turned to Minho, seeing him already half on the cart. He sheepishly smiled at you and stepped back down. You shook your head and signaled for him to follow. "I don't need a lot of things. Water is the heaviest thing on my list and the thing I have a problem carrying" you said, scanning the list in your phone.
"What do we get?" He asked, checking out the fruit aisle with disinterest. You mumbled out a couple of detergents you used and a few snacks.
The market was build for costumers to cruise so you just followed the long hallways till you made the roundway to the cashier again. Minho got quite distracted by the simplest of things, but his biggest fascination was the bakery in the store. He was particularly on the display before you tugged him back.
"Are you sure you don't want to get something from the food court?"You mused, looking at the display. Nothing suited tour fancy that much.
"Yeah, you have work so we don't have a lot of time anyway" he mumbled over some sweet apple pies.
A voice carried its way to you. "Ahh, young love. You guys remind me of my husband and I when we were younger" you turned to see an old lady a few feet away.
She was dressed in a horrendous pink jacket and what looked like a pink comfortable suit underneath. In a few words like Barbie threw up at her.
You almost made to correct her, but Minho took your hand in his, swinging them merrily. "Thank you, madam. We have been together for a month already"
"And you are already helping her with her groceries?! What a fibe young lad!" She mused, enthusiastically. As she continued to fawn over your 'sort-turn' boyfriend, you checked your phone. Wow, time has slipped through.
"Sorry to interrupt, madam, but we should really get going" you stated, anxiously. Minho shot a look at you and then at his phone screen and apologized to the lady again before continuing your way. You were about to reach the cashier, a taste of sweet freedom on your lips when Minho's voice stopped you at your tracks.
You looked behind your shoulder, only to see him crouching down, two similar packets in his hands. You strutted over to him, realizing he had stopped at the pet corner and was currently looking over food options. "Do you have pets?"
He briefly looked up, a faint smile on his lips. "Yeah, three cats actually."
"Wow, you must really love them to get three."
"Mmmm. Do you? I will pay for them separately" He asked as he separated his things to one side. When he had sneaked those snacks in the cart?
"Oh..Uh I like cats. My mother doesn't tho. So never had a pet.." you trailed off, as you got back on track.
"Never?"He wondered as he stood in line with you.
"Never. Unless you count some goldfish my brother brought home from a fair." You pondered, now closer to your final destination and unpacking your things to the cashier.
"You have a brother huh. Explains a lot" he said cryptically.
"You don't, right?" You guessed
"Yeah.." he trailed off as he finished unpacking the cart.
"Explains a lot" you joked back.
After you paid (he was even more shocked at the prize we reached at the grocery store) he drove you home after.
"If you want I can bring them, my cats I mean, we can go to a pet cafƩ..I mean if you want to.." he awkwardly suggested, not once looking at you.
You stared at his profile before answering "Yeah...I would like that..we can arrange something whenever"
At your answer his eyes found yours, they beamed at you.
He smiled a wider grin this time,the most genuine you had seen on him and started stating dramatically that he had some business to take care off and that, through his absence you would appreciate his wonderful presence. You had rolled your eyes, thanked him for the ride and waved as he drove away.
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The Umbrella Academy Story of The Mothers (7/8) umbrella edition: Tatiana
TW: childbirth, blood, mentions of chronic illness
October 1, 1989. Moscow, Russia. 18 seconds before noon. (Also please forgive me for misgendering Viktor since this is chronologically meant to be before he transitioned)
Tatiana Barinova was a 14-year-old girl with a knack for mathematics. She was standing in front of the gates of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute, waiting impatiently for her best friend, Katya, to arrive. It was a cool autumn day, and the air smelled of leaves and wet concrete. Tatiana shifted from foot to foot, tugging at her oversized sweater. She didn't like being late, but her parents' old car had broken down again, and she had to take the bus.
For context, Tatiana had severe Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (JIA), which caused her joints to swell and made it difficult for her to move. At first she was administered joint injections every week, but she experienced negative side effects, so her doctors switched her to a aquatic physiotherapy program. It was a long and arduous process, but it was the only way for her to keep her condition under control.
As Tatiana got on her swimwear, she could see her friend approaching. Katya, who was only two minutes late, was already out of breath. "Sorry, Tanya," she gasped, "I had to run the rest of the way." She held out her hand to help her friend up. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk with you?"
Tatiana accepted her friend's help and winced slightly as she stood up. "No, no, I'll be fine," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Let's just hurry up and get to class."
As they walked side by side, Tatiana couldn't help but steal glances at Antony, a boy in their class who she had a crush on. He was tall, with messy brown hair and a crooked smile that lit up his entire face. He was talking to some of their other classmates, and every time he laughed, Tatiana felt a warmth spread through her chest. She wished she could muster the courage to talk to him, but her shyness always got the better of her.
"So, Tanya," Katya said, breaking into her thoughts. "What's new with you?"
"Oh, you know," Tatiana replied, forcing a nonchalant tone. "Just the usual. Math, physio, trying not to get lost in the halls. How about you?"
Katya rolled her eyes. "You know I meant something exciting, Tanya. Come on, you're always so quiet about your feelings. Spill it."
Tatiana hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, I was thinking of applying for a summer program in Leningrad," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "They have this amazing music school there, and I've always wanted to become a violinist."
Katya clapped her hands together in excitement. "That's fantastic, Tanya! I knew you could do it. You've always been so talented with the violin. I bet you'd get in too."
Tatiana's cheeks flushed with excitement as she and Katya continued their walk to class. The prospect of attending a summer program in Leningrad was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of determination welling up inside her. She knew that getting into the music school there would be no easy feat, but she was willing to work hard to make her dream a reality.
Once everyone was in the pool, their swim teacher, Miss Olga, instructed them to pair up and practice their synchronized swimming skills. Katya and Tatiana found themselves partnered up, and after a few moments of awkwardness, they began to follow Miss Olga's instructions. As they moved through the water together, their bodies forming graceful shapes and patterns, Tatiana couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and joy. For a brief moment, her discomfort with her arthritis disappeared, replaced by the sheer exhilaration of being able to move like this.
She glanced over at Antony, who was swimming with a girl named Svetlana. They seemed to be having a good time too, laughing and joking as they performed their routine. Tatiana wished she could be as confident and outgoing as Svetlana, but she knew that her shyness often held her back.
"Hey, Tatiana," Antony said, swimming closer to her as they waited for the teacher to give them a new instruction. His voice was deep and smooth, making her heart flutter. "You know, you're really good at that violin. I've always wanted to learn how to play."
"Oh, thank you," she replied, her cheeks flushing. "And you should! It's never too late to start. You'd be really good at it."
Antony grinned at her, his eyes twinkling. "Well, maybe I'll ask you to teach me someday. I hear you're pretty good at it too."
"Oh, I'm not that great," Tatiana demurred, blushing again. "But it would be nice to have someone to practice with."
Antony grinned and splashed her playfully. "Well, I'm sure I can find something we can practice together after class. Maybe something less...wet," he teased.
As they continued their routine, Tatiana couldn't help but feel a connection with Antony. He was charming and attentive, and she found herself losing track of time when they were together. It was a welcome distraction from her usual worries about her arthritis and the pressure to succeed academically.
She jumped in the pool, the cool water enveloping her body and sending a shiver down her spine. The pool was deep, and the water lapped gently against the sides, creating a soothing rhythm. The sun beat down on her skin, warming her up, and she felt her muscles relax as she began to swim. As she glided through the water, her strokes fluid and graceful, she couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom. For a brief moment, she forgot about her arthritis, her worries, and her responsibilities.
But then, the twelfth bell tolled, and something shifted inside her. As she broke the surface of the water, her breath caught in her throat. She was no longer surrounded by blood. The water around her was crystal clear, and the only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was the fact that she was...heavier. Very heavy. She tried to move her arms, but they felt numb and awkward, as if they weren't connected to her body properly. Her belly protruded outwards, swollen and round.
"Tatiana!" called out Antony, his voice alarmed. "Are you okay?"
Tatiana tried to speak, but only a gurgling sound came out. Her heart raced as she felt another contraction begin, her belly tightening uncomfortably. She reached down between her legs and felt something warm and wet, the water around her pooling around her feet. Fear gripped her as she realized that her water had broken.
Soon, the whole class was encircling her, their faces filled with a mix of awe and concern. Some of the women had already called for help, and the pool manager was rushing over with a phone in one hand and a towel in the other. As the contractions became more intense, Antony moved closer to her, his hands steadying her as she leaned against the edge of the pool. Her legs glistening from the water, she let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as the pain coursed through her.
The baby was immediately wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. Her mother, still basking in the glow of her miraculous birth, looked down at her child with awe and wonder. The room was filled with a sense of serenity and peace, as if time itself had paused to witness this momentous occasion.
The pool manager, having already called for medical assistance, busied herself with making sure everyone was comfortable and attended to. She glanced over at the new parents and smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with tears of joy. "Congratulations," she said, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "You've just brought a beautiful soul into this world."
A girl was sent to the nearest GUM to pick up garments for the baby. She arrived with a bag full of soft, fluffy clothes, carefully chosen by the new parents. The baby, now clean and warm, was dressed in a pink and white onesie with a delicate lace trim, and a blue hat to match. As the GUM girl handed over the bundle, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the mother, still basking in the glow of her miraculous birth.
(The colors of the baby's clothes is also foreshadowing of his eventual transgender identity.)
As Tatiana caressed her childās hand, she looked around the room, her eyes filling with awe and wonder. The women who had gathered around them were like a coven of ancient priestesses, their faces etched with the wisdom of countless births and the strength of countless loves. She felt a newfound sense of belonging in this circle of life, a connection to something greater than herself.
"Miss Olga, thereās some old mushroom faced man here," announced the front desk girl. "He says it's important." Miss Olga sighed, already feeling irritated by the interruption. She motioned for the man to enter her office. As he stepped inside, she couldn't help but notice his dapper appearance: the expertly tailored suit, the crisp white shirt, and the perfectly knotted tie. It was almost as if he'd stepped out of a 1950s movie poster.
"Good morning, Miss Olga," the man said with a warm smile, extending his hand. "My name is Reginald. I was hoping we could discuss something in private." Miss Olga hesitated for a moment, her curiosity piqued. She took his hand and led him to a comfortable chair in the corner of the room.
"Now, what is it that you wish to discuss?" she asked, sitting down across from him.
"Well, Miss Olga, I'm here on behalf of an old friend of mine. You see, he's rather...old-fashioned. He believes in traditional values, and he's always dreamt of having a family. He's even prepared to adopt, if necessary. But he's always been rather fond of the idea of having a biological child, and I believe that your Tatiana's newborn daughter might just be the answer to his prayers."
(Likely story)
Reginald paused, choosing his words carefully. He leaned forward in his chair, his gaze steady and earnest. "Now, I understand that this is a delicate matter, and I'm not here to pressure you or the mother in any way. But I thought it was worth a shot to at least discuss the possibility. My friend is more than willing to provide a loving home and all the financial support necessary for the child's upbringing."
Miss Olga listened intently, her expression thoughtful. She knew that the adoption process in Moscow was notoriously strict, and she wondered if Reginald's friend truly understood the challenges they might face. Still, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope in her chest. Perhaps this could be a solution for Tatiana and her newborn daughter.
āYou have six babies with you already," Miss Olga pointed out. "All of whom are languishing in a hot car while you're here. I'm not sure what you expect me to do with another child."
Tatiana's heart skipped a beat as she overheard Reginald's proposition. A sense of dread filled her, and she felt her grip on the baby tighten. She looked around the room, searching for any sign of support or understanding. But the other women were busy tending to the other infants, lost in their own worlds of love and loss.
Miss Olga, the swim instructor, was the only one who seemed to register Tatiana's discomfort. "I'm afraid you misunderstand," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "This is not a marketplace, Mr. Reginald. These children are not commodities. They are precious lives, entrusted to our care until they can find their forever families."
Tatiana's heart was racing as she listened to Miss Olga speak. She knew that the woman was right; these children were precious lives, not mere commodities. But she also couldn't deny the desperation she felt, the fear that her baby would never have a home or a family. She glanced down at her daughter, still wrapped in the blanket, and her resolve began to waver.
She entered the room, meeting Reginald's stare with a mixture of defiance and despair. Tatiana was hardly more than a girl herself, her body still bearing the weight of pregnancy despite the newborn nestled against her chest. The other women in the room, all older and more experienced, exchanged knowing glances as they tended to the six other infants scattered about the floor. But it was the look on Reginald's face that unsettled her the most.
"I understand your situation, my dear," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Times are hard, and I can't even begin to imagine the desperation you must feel. But I assure you, I am not here to take advantage of you."
Tatiana looked at him skeptically, her eyes darting back and forth between him and her precious daughter. She wanted to believe him, but the desperation was like a weight pressing down on her chest, making it impossible to think clearly.
"If you were to give me the chance to raise your baby girl, I could promise you that she would grow up in a loving home, with all the opportunities in the world. (You forgot to mention the part of ostracizing him from his siblings and calling him āordinary", but oh well!) I would give her the best education, introduce her to the finest arts and literature, and make sure that she knows just how special and loved she is. I would be there for her every step of the way, guiding her through life's triumphs and tribulations."
Tatiana's heart ached as she listened to Reginald's words. He seemed sincere, but how could she be sure? He was a stranger, an old man who currently had seven children languishing in a hot car. Still, the thought of her daughter growing up in a loving home, with all the opportunities Tatiana could only dream of, was almost too much to bear. She glanced down at her daughter, still wrapped in the blanket, and felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
"I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... I want the best for her. I want her to have a good life."
Reginald nodded, understanding the depth of her emotions. He reached out and gently took the blanket-wrapped bundle from her arms, cradling the tiny form against his chest. "I understand that, Tatiana. And I promise you, if you were to entrust your daughter to me, I would make sure that she has everything she needs to live a wonderful life. She would grow up knowing that she is loved, and that her future is bright."
Tatiana's heart ached as she watched Reginald hold her daughter, but something in his words, in the way he looked at her child, filled her with a sense of peace. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her trembling hands. "Okay... okay," she whispered. "I... I trust you."
The weight on her chest seemed to lift a fraction as she watched Reginald nod, his expression softening. "Thank you, Tatiana," he said quietly. "I promise you, I will never bring harm to your daughter. I will love her and cherish her as if she were my own." (Yeah, I'm sure the other six kids in the car will feel just as cherished.)
"But you must not contact her," Reginald said, his voice gentle but firm as he met her gaze. "It would not be safe for either of you. The world is a dangerous place, Tatiana, and people like you and I... well, we can't always protect those we love from its harsh realities."
Tatiana bit her lip, the conflicting emotions warring within her. On one hand, she desperately wanted to keep her daughter safe and close, but on the other, she knew that Reginald was right. She couldn't keep her in hiding forever.
"I... I understand," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll find a way to live with that knowledge. Just... please, take care of her. Make sure she has a good life."
Tatiana forced herself to let go of her daughter, relinquishing her last physical connection to the child she had carried for nine months. As she watched Reginald place the blanket-wrapped bundle into the TRUNK of the car, she fought back the urge to stop him, to take her baby back and run away. But she knew that it was too late for that. The world outside was too dangerous for them both.
(Though the fact that the other six kids got to sit up front in the car and Viktor was stuffed in the glove compartment probably didn't help with the whole "cherished" thing.)
#tua#the umbrella academy story of the mothers#tua fanfic#the umbrella academy#no beta we die like the sparrows#canon divergence#canon divergent au#viktor hargreeves#pre transition#Tatiana (Viktor'a birth mother)
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named. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā milo Ā jackson Ā cain. nicknamed. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā his Ā name Ā sounds Ā like Ā a Ā nickname Ā all Ā on Ā its Ā own, Ā so Ā heās Ā never Ā earnt Ā one. aged. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā twenty3. date Ā of Ā birth. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā june Ā the Ā eleventh, Ā 2001. Ā 6.47 Ā pm. place Ā of Ā birth.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā sydney, Ā new Ā south Ā wales, Ā australia. occupation. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā cashier Ā Ā Ā @ Ā Ā Ā driftwood Ā records, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā planetarium Ā projectionist Ā Ā Ā @ Ā Ā Ā tanya Ā b. Ā heady Ā museum Ā of Ā natural Ā history Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā planetarium. nationality. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā australian. gender Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā pronouns. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā cis Ā man, Ā he/him. orientations. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā bisexual, Ā biromantic. zodiac. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā gemini Ā sun, Ā aquarius Ā moon, Ā capricorn Ā rising.
mother. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā alicia Ā danielle Ā cain, Ā nĆ©e Ā davidson. Ā Ā father. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā robert Ā paul Ā cain. siblings. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā jacinta Ā jasmine Ā cain, Ā older Ā sister. Ā Ā marital Ā status. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā single. Ā Ā children. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā none, Ā thank Ā god. pets. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā a Ā three Ā - Ā year Ā - Ā old Ā blue Ā heller, Ā called Ā patsy. Ā his Ā sister Ā currently Ā looks Ā after Ā pat, Ā given Ā the Ā whole Ā āimpulse Ā move Ā to Ā the Ā middle Ā of Ā nowhereā Ā thing Ā he Ā pulled Ā off. notable Ā extended Ā family. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā lots Ā of Ā aunts, Ā uncles Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā cousins Ā on Ā both Ā sides Ā of Ā his Ā family, Ā which Ā leads Ā to Ā rambunctious Ā family Ā get Ā - Ā togethers.
visually. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā stands Ā at Ā Ā six Ā foot Ā tall, Ā all Ā lithe Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā lean. Ā very Ā much Ā a Ā sleeper Ā build Ā Ā Ā Ā ; Ā Ā Ā Ā unobtrusively Ā muscular, Ā almost Ā non Ā - Ā threatening Ā until Ā you Ā look Ā a Ā little Ā too Ā hard. Ā freckles Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā moles Ā are Ā a Ā constellation Ā across Ā his Ā entire Ā body. Ā prominent Ā adamās Ā apple, Ā which Ā seems Ā to Ā grow Ā whenever Ā he Ā nervous Ā swallows. Ā a Ā head Ā full Ā of Ā jet Ā - Ā black Ā curls Ā that Ā have Ā a Ā tendency Ā to Ā fall Ā into Ā his Ā eyes. Ā Ā speaking Ā of: Ā big, Ā brown, Ā baby Ā calf Ā eyes. Ā forever Ā crinkled Ā at Ā the Ā corners Ā as Ā a Ā result Ā of Ā a Ā mischievous, Ā toothy Ā grin Ā that Ā lights Ā up Ā his Ā whole Ā face. Ā truly Ā unfairly Ā long, Ā beautiful Ā lashes. Ā littered Ā in Ā patchwork Ā tattoos Ā all Ā over, Ā no Ā rhyme Ā or Ā reason Ā to Ā any Ā of Ā them. Ā dimples Ā punched Ā into Ā both Ā corners Ā of Ā his Ā mouth, Ā frustratingly Ā charming. Ā one Ā piercing Ā in Ā his Ā ear, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā a Ā simple Ā silver Ā chain Ā hangs Ā around Ā his Ā neck, Ā a Ā la Ā Ā connell Ā waldron. Ā in Ā terms Ā of Ā clothing, Ā heās Ā very, Ā very Ā casual Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā almost Ā averse Ā to Ā formal Ā clothing. Ā reckons Ā heād Ā have Ā a Ā reaction Ā if Ā he Ā had Ā to Ā wear Ā a Ā suit. Ā certainly Ā hasnāt Ā made Ā friends Ā with Ā an Ā iron Ā in Ā the Ā past Ā few Ā years. Ā favours Ā oversized Ā t Ā - Ā shirts, Ā graphic Ā button Ā - Ā ups Ā that Ā heās Ā allergic Ā to Ā doing Ā up. Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā everybodyās Ā gotten Ā very, Ā very Ā used Ā to Ā the Ā first Ā three Ā buttons Ā being Ā undone, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā a Ā stretch Ā of Ā skin Ā being Ā exposed. Ā good Ā thing Ā jack Ā isnāt Ā here, Ā sheād Ā whack Ā him Ā upside Ā the Ā head. Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā favours Ā jeans, Ā dickies Ā or Ā uniqlo Ā trousers. Ā owns Ā far Ā too Ā many Ā pairs Ā of Ā vans, Ā but Ā thatās Ā neither Ā here Ā nor Ā there. Ā Ā Ā Ā
education. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā graduated Ā his Ā local Ā high Ā school, Ā obtained Ā a Ā bachelorsā Ā degree Ā in Ā media Ā from Ā the Ā university Ā of Ā new Ā south Ā wales. religion. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā agnostic. Ā knows Ā he Ā believes Ā in Ā something, Ā but Ā he Ā doesnāt Ā quite Ā know Ā what Ā yet. socioeconomic Ā standing. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā thoroughly Ā middle Ā class. Ā Ā current Ā residence. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā a Ā three Ā - Ā bedroom Ā house Ā shared Ā with Ā two Ā roommates. Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā give Ā him Ā his Ā roommates Ā Ā Ā !!! Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā a Ā genuinely Ā decent Ā place, Ā albeit Ā littered Ā with Ā their Ā collective Ā shit Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā an Ā unholy Ā amount Ā of Ā takeaway Ā containers Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā ashtrays Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā instruments Ā in Ā places Ā they Ā shouldnāt Ā be. Ā his Ā room Ā is Ā decked Ā out Ā in Ā posters Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā framed, Ā heās Ā a Ā grown Ā - Ā up, Ā or Ā so Ā they Ā tell Ā him Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā fairy Ā lights Ā are Ā strung Ā up Ā around Ā the Ā room. Ā his Ā sister Ā bought Ā him Ā an Ā oil Ā diffuser Ā before Ā he Ā left Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā heās Ā usually Ā got Ā that Ā going, Ā mostly Ā because Ā it Ā lights Ā up Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā casts Ā a Ā neon Ā glow. Ā vinyl Ā player Ā is Ā forever Ā going Ā in Ā the Ā corner, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā he Ā has Ā several Ā cratesā Ā full Ā of Ā records.
personality. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā shit Ā - Ā stirrer Ā extraordinnaire. Ā thereās Ā a Ā halcyon Ā Ā joie Ā de Ā vivre Ā that Ā glows Ā off Ā of Ā milo, Ā infectious Ā in Ā the Ā way Ā he Ā smiles Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā the Ā echo Ā of Ā his Ā laugh. Ā itās Ā impossible Ā to Ā be Ā down Ā around Ā him, Ā not Ā when Ā heās Ā forever Ā making Ā a Ā quip Ā or Ā an Ā off Ā - Ā colour Ā joke, Ā syllables Ā always Ā lifted Ā with Ā the Ā ghost Ā of Ā an Ā amused Ā little Ā chuckle. Ā itās Ā hard Ā to Ā get Ā him Ā to Ā take Ā anything Ā seriously Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā eternal Ā stoner Ā philosophy Ā of, Ā Ā Ā āitās Ā all Ā good, Ā man, Ā nothing Ā to Ā worry Ā aboutā. Ā Ā Ā not Ā a Ā single Ā wukka Ā to Ā be Ā had, Ā even Ā when Ā he Ā probably Ā should Ā have Ā Ā several Ā wukkas. Ā heās Ā delightfully Ā easy Ā to Ā get Ā along Ā with, Ā annoyingly Ā talkative Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā determined Ā to Ā make Ā friends Ā with Ā everyone Ā he Ā comes Ā across. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā also: Ā local Ā whore. Ā again, Ā neither Ā here Ā nor Ā there, Ā but Ā once Ā a Ā tremendous Ā flirt, Ā always Ā a Ā tremendous Ā flirt. Ā he Ā claims Ā he Ā canāt Ā help Ā it, Ā but Ā he Ā definitely Ā can. Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā Ā heās Ā just Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦ Ā Ā Ā Ā a Ā remarkably Ā chilled Ā - Ā out Ā person, Ā whose Ā life Ā goals Ā appear Ā to Ā be Ā coasting Ā along Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā making Ā shit Ā up Ā as Ā he Ā goes. Ā
mbti.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā esfp. enneagram. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā type Ā 7w6, Ā the Ā Ā entertainer. element. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā air. temperament. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā sanguine. vice. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā lust. virtue. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā diligence. inspirations. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā nathan Ā young, Ā Ā misfits. Ā jess Ā mariano, Ā Ā gilmore Ā girls. Ā seth Ā cohen, Ā Ā the Ā oc. Ā lip Ā gallagher, Ā Ā shameless. Ā richie Ā tozier, Ā Ā it. Ā james Ā potter, Ā Ā harry Ā potter Ā series. anthems. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā dial Ā drunk, Ā noah Ā kahan. Ā Ā that Ā sound, Ā sam Ā fender. Ā Ā fortune Ā favours Ā the Ā bold, Ā gerry Ā cinnamon. Ā Ā trouble, Ā cage Ā the Ā elephant. Ā Ā crush, Ā ethel Ā cain. Ā Ā glamorous Ā indie Ā rock Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā roll, Ā the Ā killers. likes. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā natural Ā bodies Ā of Ā water, Ā preferably Ā salt. Ā loud Ā live Ā music, Ā the Ā kind Ā where Ā you Ā can Ā feel Ā the Ā kickdrum Ā in Ā your Ā chest. Ā getting Ā stoned Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā wandering Ā through Ā museums, Ā galleries Ā alike. Ā bonfires. Ā all Ā kinds Ā of Ā liquor Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā not Ā keen Ā on Ā american Ā beer Ā but Ā heāll Ā still Ā drink Ā it Ā Ā Ā ). Ā skateboard Ā stickers. dislikes.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā supersized Ā meals. Ā being Ā landlocked. Ā the Ā engine Ā warning Ā light Ā on Ā his Ā car, Ā which Ā refuses Ā to Ā leave Ā no Ā matter Ā how Ā many Ā times Ā he Ā gets Ā the Ā damn Ā thing Ā serviced. Ā kale. Ā the Ā smell Ā of Ā cheap Ā sunscreen. Ā kombucha. Ā Ā last Ā watched. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā frasier, Ā s1 Ā ep Ā 8: Ā ābeloved Ā infidelā. last Ā listened Ā to. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā the Ā greatest Ā view, Ā silverchair. last Ā read. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā heavier Ā than Ā heaven, Ā charles Ā r. Ā cross. last Ā social Ā media Ā post.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā an Ā instagram Ā story Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a Ā short Ā video Ā of Ā a Ā guitar Ā riff Ā heās Ā been Ā playing Ā around Ā with. Ā half Ā - Ā thirst Ā trap, Ā itās Ā posted Ā from Ā the Ā comfort Ā of Ā his Ā bed, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā heās Ā very Ā clearly Ā shirtless Ā behind Ā his Ā guitar. Ā dickhead. favourite Ā colour. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā green. favourite Ā food.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā burnt Ā butter Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā sage Ā gnocchi, Ā with Ā a Ā goddamned Ā enormous Ā rainfall Ā of Ā parmesan. favourite Ā drink. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā if Ā heās Ā in Ā the Ā states, Ā diet Ā coke. Ā if Ā heās Ā back Ā home, Ā a Ā crisp Ā crown Ā lager. favourite Ā animal. Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā Ā Ā Ā dog.
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born Ā in Ā redfern, Ā sydney. Ā grew Ā up Ā in Ā the Ā suburbs Ā with Ā his Ā parents Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā a Ā tradesman Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā an Ā english Ā teacher Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā his Ā older Ā sister Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā an Ā insufferable Ā know Ā - Ā it Ā - Ā all, Ā but Ā his Ā best Ā friend Ā regardless Ā Ā Ā ). Ā thereās Ā nothing Ā remarkable Ā to Ā note Ā about Ā his Ā childhood Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he Ā was Ā a Ā good Ā kid, Ā half Ā - Ā decent Ā at Ā school Ā once Ā he Ā was Ā diagnosed Ā with Ā Ā adhd Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā medicated Ā for Ā it. Ā very Ā athletics Ā - Ā focused, Ā despite Ā a Ā natural Ā aptitude Ā towards Ā humanities Ā - Ā based Ā subjects Ā that Ā heāll Ā come Ā to Ā fall Ā in Ā love Ā with Ā when Ā heās Ā a Ā little Ā older. Ā class Ā clown Ā but Ā not Ā in Ā an Ā obstructive Ā way Ā Ā Ā Ā ; Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā everyoneās Ā best Ā friend, Ā blessed Ā with Ā an Ā irresistible Ā charm. Ā
heās Ā a Ā little Ā shit Ā as Ā a Ā teenager, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā his Ā sister Ā spends Ā entirely Ā too Ā much Ā of Ā her Ā time Ā trying Ā to Ā corral Ā him Ā into Ā being Ā normal Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā to Ā Ā no Ā avail. Ā weekends Ā are Ā spent Ā with Ā his Ā friends, Ā jumping Ā the Ā turnstiles Ā on Ā the Ā train Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā flirting Ā his Ā way Ā out Ā of Ā any Ā fines, Ā charming Ā his Ā way Ā into Ā discounts Ā on Ā drinks Ā that Ā he Ā shouldnāt Ā be Ā buying, Ā sneaking Ā into Ā concerts Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā calling Ā jacinta Ā to Ā pick Ā him Ā up Ā when Ā heās Ā blackout Ā drunk. Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā quite Ā frankly, Ā itās Ā amazing Ā that Ā their Ā relationship Ā is Ā as Ā solid Ā as Ā it Ā is Ā Ā Ā Ā ; Ā Ā Ā Ā he Ā refers Ā to Ā her Ā as Ā his Ā Ā rock, Ā the Ā anchor Ā that Ā steadies Ā him Ā when Ā heās Ā bobbing Ā through Ā waves, Ā unbuoyed Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā unbothered Ā by Ā what Ā crashes Ā over Ā him Ā sheerly Ā because Ā he Ā knows Ā sheās Ā there. Ā she Ā simply Ā rolls Ā her Ā eyes Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā affects Ā an Ā annoyed Ā tone Ā when Ā she Ā refers Ā to Ā her Ā Ā kid Ā brother, Ā eternal Ā dipshit. Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā Ā
high Ā school Ā is Ā no Ā challenge Ā for Ā him, Ā especially Ā when Ā he Ā bothers Ā to Ā apply Ā himself. Ā ends Ā up Ā as Ā school Ā captain, Ā captain Ā of Ā their Ā afl Ā team Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā the Ā editor Ā of Ā the Ā school Ā paper. Ā he Ā shouldnāt Ā be Ā able Ā to Ā juggle Ā it Ā all Ā as Ā well Ā as Ā he Ā does, Ā but Ā it Ā just Ā sort Ā of Ā Ā Ā ā¦ Ā Ā Ā happens. Ā at Ā the Ā same Ā time, Ā heās Ā fallen Ā head Ā over Ā heels Ā in Ā love Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā childhood Ā sweetheart, Ā drifted Ā away Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā turned Ā adolescent Ā devotion. Ā when Ā he Ā passes Ā his Ā driving Ā test, Ā his Ā first Ā solo Ā drive Ā is Ā in Ā his Ā mumās Ā holden Ā commodore Ā in Ā the Ā middle Ā of Ā the Ā night, Ā to Ā go Ā see Ā his Ā girlfriend. Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā Ā side Ā note: Ā loses Ā his Ā virginity Ā that Ā night. Ā couldnāt Ā wipe Ā the Ā golden Ā glow Ā off Ā of Ā his Ā face, Ā even Ā when Ā his Ā mum Ā was Ā giving Ā him Ā the Ā third Ā degree Ā about Ā fucking Ā off Ā with Ā the Ā car.Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā when Ā they Ā graduated, Ā he Ā was Ā privately Ā convinced Ā he Ā was Ā going Ā to Ā marry Ā her Ā Ā Ā Ā ; Ā Ā Ā Ā dreams Ā of Ā neat Ā fences Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā the Ā smell Ā of Ā freshly Ā - Ā mown Ā grass, Ā kids Ā giggling Ā in Ā the Ā pool Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā his Ā arms Ā around Ā her Ā shoulders, Ā chin Ā buried Ā in Ā the Ā mess Ā of Ā her Ā hair. Ā
what Ā happens: Ā Ā Ā they Ā make Ā a Ā decision. Ā heāll Ā go Ā to Ā the Ā university Ā of Ā new Ā south Ā wales Ā for Ā journalism, Ā sheāll Ā go Ā to Ā monash Ā for Ā medicine, Ā theyāll Ā see Ā each Ā other Ā where Ā they Ā can. Ā love Ā professed Ā in Ā bedrooms Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā the Ā backs Ā of Ā cars Ā alike, Ā kisses Ā pressed Ā to Ā the Ā sweaty Ā tangle Ā of Ā her Ā fingers Ā through Ā his. Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā Ā we Ā can Ā do Ā this, Ā right Ā Ā Ā ? Ā Ā Ā long Ā distance Ā Ā Ā ? Ā Ā Ā couldnāt Ā imagine Ā anyone Ā iād Ā rather Ā do Ā it Ā with, Ā babe. Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā he Ā browses Ā jewellers Ā for Ā three Ā years, Ā sets Ā his Ā eyes Ā on Ā an Ā eye Ā - Ā watering Ā diamond Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā starts Ā a Ā little Ā fund. Ā casual Ā jobs Ā worked, Ā childhood Ā bedroom Ā still Ā inhabited Ā so Ā he Ā doesnāt Ā have Ā to Ā pay Ā rent. Ā facetime Ā calls Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā trips Ā to Ā melbourne Ā where Ā he Ā can, Ā shamelessly Ā charming Ā her Ā roommates Ā so Ā they Ā go Ā out Ā on Ā the Ā town Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā leave Ā them Ā alone Ā for Ā the Ā night. Ā Ā Ā what Ā happens: Ā Ā Ā theyāre Ā twenty Ā - Ā two, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā he Ā notices Ā a Ā hickey Ā on Ā her Ā neck. Ā itās Ā faded, Ā but Ā itās Ā there. Ā it Ā opens Ā up Ā a Ā world Ā of Ā observances Ā that Ā heād Ā had Ā his Ā blinders Ā on Ā to: Ā an Ā unfamiliar Ā shirt Ā draped Ā over Ā the Ā back Ā of Ā a Ā chair, Ā the Ā rushed Ā goodbyes Ā on Ā phone Ā calls, Ā the Ā distance Ā that Ā had Ā grown, Ā Ā ivy Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā rust Ā through Ā telephone Ā lines. Ā Ā Ā āwhatās Ā that? Ā on Ā your Ā neck? Ā donāt Ā lie Ā to Ā me, Ā please.ā Ā Ā Ā heās Ā a Ā little Ā choked Ā - Ā up Ā when Ā he Ā asks, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā she Ā has Ā the Ā dignity Ā not Ā to Ā lie. Ā Ā Ā āiāve, Ā um. Ā fuck, Ā milo, Ā this Ā is Ā so Ā hard. Ā i Ā love Ā you, Ā i Ā always Ā will. Ā but Ā iāve Ā m-ā Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā Ā your Ā call Ā has Ā been Ā disconnected. Ā Ā Ā )
diamond Ā ring Ā fund Ā be Ā damned. Ā shattered Ā pieces Ā of Ā his Ā good, Ā broken Ā heart Ā lie Ā on Ā the Ā floor. Ā gold Ā - Ā limned Ā dreams Ā are Ā burst Ā like Ā bubbles, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā in Ā a Ā moment Ā of Ā desperation, Ā he Ā throws Ā a Ā dart Ā at Ā a Ā map. Ā the Ā first Ā one Ā misses, Ā lodges Ā itself Ā in Ā a Ā polaroid Ā of Ā them Ā together, Ā his Ā mouth Ā pressed Ā to Ā hers. Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā you Ā said Ā forever Ā and Ā i Ā almost Ā bought Ā it Ā Ā Ā / Ā Ā Ā i Ā miss Ā fighting Ā in Ā your Ā old Ā apartment Ā Ā Ā / Ā Ā Ā breakinā Ā dishes Ā when Ā youāre Ā disappointed Ā Ā Ā / Ā Ā Ā i Ā still Ā love Ā you, Ā i Ā promise Ā Ā Ā / Ā Ā Ā nothing Ā happened Ā in Ā the Ā way Ā i Ā wanted Ā Ā Ā / Ā Ā Ā every Ā corner Ā of Ā this Ā house Ā is Ā haunted. Ā Ā Ā ) Ā Ā Ā the Ā second Ā one Ā is Ā more Ā expertly Ā aimed, Ā lodges Ā itself Ā in Ā some Ā bumfuck Ā town Ā in Ā rhode Ā island. Ā three Ā hours Ā later, Ā heās Ā formed Ā a Ā Ā plan.
kilmerās Ā cove Ā is Ā nothing Ā like Ā sydney, Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā he Ā falls Ā in Ā love Ā with Ā it Ā for Ā exactly Ā that Ā reason. Ā heās Ā worlds Ā away Ā from Ā his Ā broken Ā heart Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā the Ā life Ā he Ā thought Ā he Ā wanted Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā what Ā he Ā has Ā now Ā is Ā a Ā degree Ā that Ā he Ā doesnāt Ā know Ā what Ā the Ā fuck Ā to Ā do Ā with, Ā an Ā apartment Ā with Ā a Ā collection Ā of Ā roommates Ā that Ā he Ā thinks Ā might Ā be Ā the Ā best Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā worst Ā people Ā heās Ā ever Ā met. Ā jacinta Ā keeps Ā asking Ā him Ā when Ā heās Ā getting Ā over Ā his Ā tantrum Ā Ā Ā + Ā Ā Ā coming Ā home. Ā Ā Ā ( Ā Ā Ā not Ā anytime Ā soon, Ā jack. Ā sorry. Ā Ā Ā )
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top 3 favorite models + top 3 wishlist items (can be anything)
top 3 models.... teo you know i can't limit myself like that!!!!!! i will give my faves of every decade from the 1980s onward. and i will just group them based on what decade i associate them with if their careers span multiple decades. 80s: yasmin le bon, anna bayle, farida khelfa 90s: debra shaw, yasmeen ghauri, shalom harlow, christy turlington, beverly peele 00s: erin o'connor, devon aoki, daul kim, tanya dziahileva, ruslana korshunova, sasha pivovarova, du juan, alek wek, karolina kurkova, liya kebede, mariacarla boscono, magdalena frackowiak 10s: frida gustavsson, ming xi, sui he, mica argaƱaraz, chu wong, choi sora, abbey lee, saskia de brauw, grace bol, maria borges, fei fei sun, chiharu okunugi, issa lish 20s: anok yai and adut akech, diane chiu, lina zhang
as for my top 3 wishlist items uh currently i would say a really nice wool-based oversized suit, a cream contour that is truly grey enough for my face, and a bunch of girlcult lip products š«¶š¼
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Bucky's (20/44)
Chapter 20: Ronny's Apartment
Ronny didnāt take a direct path home, in case he was being followed. By the time he circled around to his apartment building, it was late, and the large side of the city was enveloped in the black velvet of night. Tanya stayed quiet in his hand, quaking slightly. Ronny wasnāt sure if she was just experiencing strong emotions, or if she was afraid of him. He hoped her shivering wasnāt from the latter, although he could certainly understand if she was frightened. Even though he had saved her, he was still a Giant after all, and he figured she mustāve had some pretty terrible interactions with Giants at the restaurant. He knew he would have to be very patient and understanding with her.Ā
As he ascended the stairs of his apartment building, a pit of nervousness settled in his stomach. He had not prepared for this moment at all. He didnāt know how Pattyāhe had to remind himself she was now Tanyaāwould react. He couldnāt read her well. He had no idea if she actually liked him or not, at all. She had been sweet and kind to him, and he had definitely felt a connection, but he had to consider the context of all their interactions up to that point. She had been an entrĆ©e on his dinner plate: Of course she had been nice to him. Heād be foolish to assume she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. She was probably just placating him.Ā
Ronny exhaled when he reached his apartment and placed his hand on the door handle. He opened the door and internally cringed upon seeing the familiar mess that greeted them. Since he hadnāt planned anything out, he hadnāt bothered to clean up at all in anticipation of having a guest over. He burned with shame as he surveyed the mountains of garbage on the floor, tables buried under dirty coffee cups and plates, clutter and grime and dust.Ā
āWell... this is it,ā he remarked. He waited for the inevitable criticism. Tanya was sure to comment on how disgusting his living space was, just like his ex that always nagged him for being lazy and sloppy. He sighed morosely.Ā
Tanya craned her neck back to gaze up at him. āThank you for opening your home to me, Ronny,ā she said with a kind smile. āI really appreciate it.āĀ
Ronny arched his eyebrows with surprise, not expecting such gratitude, but quickly repressed a blush and coached himself back to a more neutral expression. āS-sure thing,ā he mumbled. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He hesitated, not sure what to do. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had hardly eaten anything at all today. Tanya instinctively shuddered at the sound.Ā
āSorry,ā Ronny apologized. He felt guilty for scaring her with his body, and even more guilty when he recalled how he had been fantasizing about eating her earlier. His hunger, and indeed his lust, had been the primary driving force that had compelled him to obsess over her and provided the motivation to save her from Buckyās in the first place. Yet again, he was disgusted with himself for his selfishness.Ā
āI-itās okay,ā Tanya responded softly, pulling Ronny out of his spiral of regret. āI understand. You canāt control what your body does.āĀ Ā
Ronny shoved away his unpleasant thoughts and returned his full attention to Tanya. āI should eat. Are you hungry at all? I can make you something.āĀ
āActually... yeah, I am,ā Tanya admitted. Ronny carried Tanya to the kitchen and set her down on the countertop. He was saddened to see her shaking again in response to being in a Giantās kitchen. Her eyes nervously darted around to examine the oversized kitchen accoutrements around her, including Ronnyās gigantic coffee pot, the immense shiny toaster, and in particular the block full of large knives. Her face paled to a lighter shade, but Ronny could tell she was making an effort to compose herself. She struggled to stop shaking and gave Ronny a weak smile. The corners of his lips turned up in response.Ā
Ronny was tired, and he didnāt have much time before he needed to get to sleep since he had work the following day, so he heated up a frozen prepackaged dinner in the microwave. He was somewhat embarrassed, to feed a guest such slop, but he didnāt have the energy to put in more effort. He collected a saucer from his kitchen cabinet and spooned out microscopic portions of the soft mush sufficiently sized for Tanya, keeping the rest for himself. He pulled up a chair to sit in so he could be closer to Tanya while he ate dinner.Ā
He set down the saucer in front of her. āUnfortunately, I donāt have any human silverware,ā Ronny informed her, rubbing the back of his neck. āYouāll have to eat with your hands.ā After a moment of consideration, he tore off a small strip of paper towel and handed it to her.Ā
āThatās fine,ā Tanya said. āWe didnāt get silverware at Buckyās either. He made us eat out of a trough like swine.ā She grimaced at the recollection and chased it out of her mind. āAt least Iām finally free of that horrible place.āĀ Ā
She shoveled some of the food out of the saucer with her hands and began to eat. The food wasnāt very appetizing, when Tanya was used to eating restaurant-quality leftovers, but she was grateful nevertheless. Sheād rather eat the most insipid, revolting slop for the rest of her life than be trapped at Buckyās with the finest dining. Besides, Bucky had been fattening up the humans to make them more palatable for customer consumption, quite an unsavory consideration that lessened the pleasure of good food.Ā
Tanya surreptitiously examined Ronny as the Giant quietly ate his own meal with a fork, head down. He glanced over at her and she quickly averted her gaze to her food and continued eating. She still wasnāt sure what to think of Ronny. He had saved her, and she owed him so much for that, but she was uncertain of his intentions. She had only had a few interactions with him, but she didnāt know him all that well, and he seemed like a mysterious and complex character.Ā
Just because he had saved her, didnāt mean that he had her best interests at heart. Tanyaās innards twisted up as she realized she might be in trouble. This man was still a Giant, after all. He had ordered her as food and eaten her every time she ended up on his dinner plate. Being āniceā and āsaving herā meant nothing if he had just taken her to use her for his own purposes, to satisfy his own needs.Ā Ā
What if he took her home just so he could eat herāor worseāas much as he wanted? He was acting civilized now, but that could change in a heartbeat. What if he kept her as a pet, a toy, an object for his own amusement? Tanya gulped and started to sweat. She looked around the kitchen, recognizing how helpless and small she was, even outside of Buckyās, in spaces designed for Giants to live. She couldnāt even escape the kitchen counter without dying. She started to hyperventilate. She was trapped again. Panic seized her heart with icy fingers and refused to let go.Ā
āTanya? Whatās wrong?ā Ronnyās deep Giant voice snapped her out of oblivion. She was abruptly aware that Ronny had stood up out of his chair and was leaning over her, casting a dark shadow as he blocked out the light. The colossus of a man crouched down to be closer to her level, touching his scruffy chin to the counter and planting his gargantuan hands on the countertop. āAre you okay?āĀ
Beholding him so vast and close, almost to where she could reach out and touch him, filled Tanya with foreboding. She briefly lost her voice as she stared into his landscape of a face, up into his dark eyes. However, she didnāt sense any malice from those eyes, only concern. Perhaps even hurt, a soft weakness hiding behind a feral intensity. She swallowed and struggled to form words.Ā
āRonny...ā she squeaked. He stayed motionless, waiting to see what she had to say. She took a deep breath. āWhy did you save me?āĀ
Ronny blinked. āTo... rescue you from Buckyās? I thought thatās what you wanted?ā His face contorted with confusion. Maybe mild anger.Ā
āWell, yes, of course. Iād be dead right now if you didnāt.ā Tanya had to stop and compose herself as she recalled the horrors she had seen, and how she was nearly snuffed out in the same brutal manner. She took a shaky breath. āIām not expressing myself here clearly,ā she muttered.Ā
Ronnyās black eyebrows turned down, bringing a dark edge to his expression. āI donāt understand.ā Tanya took a fearful step backwards.Ā
āWhat I mean is... what Iām trying to say...ā She choked down a thick lump forming in her throat and forced her mouth to expel her thoughts. āWhat do you want with me? What are your intentions?āĀ
Ronny seemed taken aback by her questions. He blushed hotly and struggled to recover, to hide what he was really feeling, but his sentiments were plain as day on his roasting cheeks. āUm... I dunno...ā He staggered back, putting some distance between himself and Tanya, and sat bashfully back down in his chair. He looked down at his hands and fidgeted. āI donāt know. I just wanted to help you. I didnāt really... um... plan any of this out,ā he clarified. He shot her an embarrassed glance, to gauge her response.Ā
Despite the gravity of the situation, Tanyaās heart fluttered in her chest. She did think Ronny was a very attractive man. She just didnāt know him well enough to trust him with her life, and she wasnāt going to be very trusting of Giants in general after everything she had suffered through at their hands. She felt differently about Ronny, though. He didnāt appear to have ill intent. He seemed to be grappling with his feelings, as if ashamed of himself. Tanyaās heart softened with sympathy. Even so, she wanted to be clear that she was safe.Ā
āYou wonāt... do anything to me though, right?ā Tanya asked him timidly, nervous about how he would answer.Ā
Ronny gave her a long look, clearly clueless. āLike what?āĀ
āLike... keep me prisoner? Eat me? Hurt me? Or...or...ā Tanya trembled as her imagination conjured up even darker possibilities.Ā
Ronny looked horrified. āHeavens, no! I would never hurt you!ā He felt a tug of guilt as he remembered all the terrible things he had done in the past, but he pushed those thoughts firmly out of his mind. He was trying to do better now, and dwelling on the past wouldnāt help. He was a changed man. He scooped her up in his hands and brought her up close to his face in earnest.Ā
āI wonāt keep you here if youāre determined to leave,ā he assured her, and she seemed relieved at his words. āHowever, you might want to stay hidden for at least a couple of days so they donāt find you. After that, Iāll be happy to help you back over to the human side.āĀ
Tanyaās momentary relief melted into melancholy. āI donāt think I can go back...ā she murmured quietly. She realized, in that moment, that she wasnāt just a fugitive on the large side of the city. She hadnāt served her full sentence. If she rejoined the humans, she could get caught and sent back. It dawned on her sheād never be able to go back and live a normal life. She was overwhelmed with despair, and tears pooled in her eyes. She might never see her family again.Ā
Seeing her so upset, Ronny didnāt think to ask for her reasoning. He sought to comfort her as best he could. āHey, hey...ā he cooed gently, cupping his hands in a sort of hug around her. āWeāll figure something out. You can stay here as long as youād like, okay? Itās not like you take up a lot of space.ā He smiled.Ā
Tanya nodded, sniffling. Ronny marveled that he could feel such tenderness for a human. He had never experienced that sort of protective urge as he felt now, to defend the miniature woman sitting in his hands from any harm. Usually he felt more like eating humans, or tormenting and crushing them. He was slightly disturbed by this change in his heart, but it wasnāt an unwelcome development.Ā
The night was late, and Ronny found himself yawning. Tanya shirked back from his gaping mouth, but Ronny failed to notice. āI have to get to bed. I have work tomorrow,ā Ronny observed, lumbering to the bedroom with Tanya in his hand. Tanya suddenly felt nervous for a whole different reason. Ronnyās bedroom was just as messy as the rest of his apartment, with dirty clothes strewn on the floor, empty cups on his nightstand, and the bed unmade. Ronnyās bed was large enough for two, but he only slept on one side out of habit. He set Tanya down on the side he didnāt use, on a pillow. She sank down into the cushion, but her plush perch was comfortable.Ā
āIām going to take a quick shower, since I was running around and got all sweaty,ā Ronny informed her. Truthfully, he was very tired and didnāt want to bother with cleaning himself up, but he didnāt want to be smelly around Tanya either. He ran a hand through his slick black hair. āIs there anything I can get you? Anything you need?āĀ
Tanya looked down, picking at her rubbery clothes. āYou wouldnāt happen to have any other human clothes I could wear, do you?ā She doubted Ronny would have anything for a human and was disheartened at the prospect of wearing the distasteful, indigestible clothing from Buckyās.Ā
āSadly, no,ā Ronny answered, his eyes softening. āIāll look into that tomorrow for you. I know you donāt want to be dressing in scant, slutty clothes like that.ā Tanya bit back a saucy retort. She didnāt understand Ronnyās peculiar fixation on modesty. She figured she could overlook his odd personality quirk for now, but she didnāt like the idea of him judging her arbitrarily for what she wore.Ā
āOkay,ā she affirmed with a nod. Ronny walked out of the room and left her alone while he went to shower. Tanya surveyed the vast bedroom, feeling very small in comparison. The bed alone probably had enough square footage to fit an entire building. She was anxious about sleeping in the same bed as Ronny, but the side she was on appeared untouched. She questioned why Ronny had such a big bed, which looked to be a queen size mattress by human standards, if he only used half of it.Ā
As she listened to the sound of running water in the next room over, Tanya wondered what lay ahead, what her life would be like now. She felt calm, knowing she wouldnāt wake up at Buckyās and live with the constant fear of being eaten alive, fatally or not, hanging over her head. She was nervous, but cautiously optimistic. She was swimming in uncharted waters, but she figured it couldnāt possibly be worse than what she had suffered through before.Ā
Ronny returned, fresh and clean with wet hair, wearing light shorts and a shirt for sleeping in. He usually just slept in the buff, but obviously that would not be appropriate with a guest. Tanya couldnāt help but flush pink under the circumstances, with her sitting in the bed of this very alluring Giant man, admiring his sturdy body and well-formed limbs visible under his clothes. Ronny didnāt seem to notice, since she was so tiny and he was not very observant with his fatigue. He climbed into bed and clicked off the lamp on the nightstand. Tanya felt the enormous mattress creak and bend with the addition of his hefty frame.Ā
āGoodnight, Patāer, Tanya,ā Ronny corrected himself. After pondering for a second, he pulled up the blanket high enough over the pillow to cover Tanya so she wouldnāt get cold and tucked her in.Ā
āGoodnight,ā Tanya responded, barely above a whisper. Ronny laid down flat on his back and fell asleep soon after. Tanya gazed up at the living mountain next to her for a while, observing the rise and fall of his massive chest and the serenity of his stern facial features in slumber, before drifting off herself.Ā
Chapter 21
Chapter 1
#giant#giant/tiny#g/t#tiny#g/t writing#size difference#giant tiny#g/t fluff#Bucky's#size k1nk#size k!nk#gt fluff#gianttiny#gt#g/t story#gt story
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Chismest Dialogue (Part 2)
Part 1 here. Lotta Lori in this one.
Continuing on, Mirriam has a little more to say, she'll get excited about blasting something if you find Elara after attempting the overseer song.
Bard: āI found an astronomer who wants to take down the factory.ā Mirriam: āSo what do I blast?ā Bard: āWhat?ā Mirriam: āSheās a scientist right?ā Mirriam: āSo she knows where to hit to knock out the whole system!ā Mirriam: āWhat do I blast?!ā
Beth's got some things to say about Elara, makes sense, we do have our meetings there.
Hint:
āLotta fun characters come through here, oh yeah.ā āThat astronomer from outta townās always here. Middle of the night.ā āLike midnight till 5AM. Always orders the same thing.ā āWhy? Who knows. Who cares.ā
āYou part of that group that meets here every night?ā āAināt gonna lieā¦ you are a very suspicious bunch.ā āDonāt bother me none, though.ā
Beth and Tanya will gossip about all the recruits as you help them; For Winston:
Beth: āāParently the purple whiny guy took up care of the town stray.ā Tanya: āWHAAAaaaaat! Ya donāt sayā¦ā Tanya: āThat punk aināt cared for a thing in his life, Beth!ā Beth: āJust what I heard.ā
For Peter/Mirriam:
Beth: "Well, apparently that guy on the roof found himself a girlfriend." Tanya: āGaaaaaaaaaaasp! Ya donāt sayā¦ā Beth: āSomething like that, anyway.ā Beth: āThey go Traipsinā about at 9PM.ā Beth: āGirlās new in town. Nobody knows her.ā Beth: āNever thought Iād see the dayā¦ā
Talking to Tanya:
Beth: āWell, the astronomer from outta town is scheming something.ā Tanya: āScheming? Whaddaya mean, Beth?ā Beth: āSomething big.ā Beth: āSheās gonna try to overthrow the factory.ā Tanya: āWhaaaaaaat??? Thatās crazy talk!ā
When you have all the recruits she has more to say to Tanya:
Beth: āApparently the astronomer is gonna try her factory takedown soon.ā Tanya: āWhaaaaaaat??? That wasnāt some kinda joke?ā Beth: āDonāt think so. She's crazy.ā Tanya: āThatās scary, huh?ā Tanya: āWhat would be left without the factory?ā Beth: āNo idea.ā Beth: āBut I'm a little excited to see.ā Tanya: āYouāre crazy too, Beth.ā Tanya: āWhat else is new.
Katya also appears in the diner around the same time our subterfuge group does.
āI always see weirdos here early in the morningā¦ā āLikeā¦ plotting something?ā āAre you one of them?ā
Lori has a lot to say about Elara! Probably meant as tips but she mentions her a LOT.
Hints:
āOh evenināā¦ā āJust doinā my nightly sweeps!ā āUs late nighters got a special bond eh?ā āYa ever get a chance to meet the astronomer?ā āNever talked to āer myself, but iād give āer a knowinā nod when we pass!ā
āBeinā out as late as me, ya see some funny stuff!ā āLike that astronomer from outāa town, eh?ā āShe goes to Beth's diner every midnight!ā āOnly time sheās ever in town, donācha knowā¦ā
āWonder whatās keeping the astronomer up so lateā¦ā āSheās not one to stop and chat donācha know!ā āSheās only got eyes for her telescopeā¦ or Beth's diner.ā
Thats not all, she goes to Beth's diner right after Elara leaves.
Lori: āOhai there Beth! Just the usual today.ā Beth: āSame as always.ā Lori: āAstronomer come by again last night?ā Beth: āUh huh. same as always.ā Beth: āSame as always.ā Beth: āSame as alwaysā¦ā Beth: āSameā¦ā Beth: āā¦ā Lori: āā¦ā
Lori: āThat astronomer gal is just so mysterious, donācha knowā¦ā Lori: āWonder what she sees up there what with all the smog?ā Beth: āI just take orders.ā Beth: āHeck if I know.ā
Beth: āSo how's the weather out there?ā Lori: āAh well. Ya knowā¦ā Lori: āCold.ā Beth: āYeah.ā
Thats all for now, If people wanna know about the other npcs in Chismest i'm happy to post them.
#wandersong#wandersong elara#wandersong beth#wandersong lori#my layout for the images messed up? so I had to take screenshots of them grouped. hope they aren't too compressed#long post
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forget six sentence sundays. we're doing Full Snippet Sundays now š
āIāve got to fill the tank before I get anywhere,ā Eleazar laughs. The phone that he speaks to sits in the caddy on the dashboard of his truck. It jostles noisily when he drives over a bumpy patch of road and the cheap plastic of the caddy rattles louder than the voice of the speaker on the other end. āWhen I get toāā
Nothing.
Siobhan rolls her eyes as she ties back her long, messy hair. Maggie glares at the side of her head, arms folded across her oversized shirt. Siobhan turns back toward the reflective surface of the shop window to survey her appearance. āTonightās rain is the least of my damn worries! I can notāā
Nothing.
Bellaās elderly mother coughs and wheezes into the side of her sleeve. The sound as she clears her throat is as concerning as it is grotesque. Her other hand waves to someone unseen across the room. āTurn the music up! This dust is going to send me toāā
Nothing.
āHe will stop if you say,ā Kebi whispers, leaning forward until her chin comes to rest on a black-clad shoulder, ānothing I do canāā
Nothing.
Stefan, to Vladimir, āIt wasnāt until the glass broke through that they scattered likeāā
Nothing.
Tanya sighs. āOh, youāre a real piece of work, you know thāā
Nothing.
Zafrina. āLet me try it myself, there mightāā
Nothing.
He struggles even though his arms are restrained and he can't see through the canvas to assess where he is. Every time he tries, in vain, to plant his feet against the ground the men who drag him forward kick at his knees. They're bent at odd angles; judging by the noises he makes, the injuries must be impossibly painful. It doesn't stop him from trying to use a broken, disjointed leg to try and get a good shot in.
The bag over his head doesn't appear necessary. Peter absolutely knows which direction he's being dragged in; the fading light is still warm against his left side. He doesn't listen to their demands that he 'stop squirming' or to 'quit it'. āFuck you,ā he speaks instead. He swiftly receives another blow to the back of the head for it.
Three newborn vampires. Dirt is smeared across of each of their foreheads; the mud is thick and crumbling with dehydration and age.Ā
Then, nothing.
Alice did not see Charlotte.
Could not find her.
The next voices she focused on spoke just feet away.
āItās okay, itās okayāā
āCall Esme, tell her to go straight to the hospital. Tell herāā
āHey. Hey, cāmon. Sit down. There we go, now letāsāā
āI only smell one unfamiliar scent. Whoeverāā
āAlice?ā
Alice looked up at the sound of her name. Edward strode right up to her and placed a hand against her shoulder. āWhat did you see?ā His eyes were imploring. Pleading for her to go back. To play what sheād already checked.
Alice couldnāt focus enough for that. When Edward snapped his fingers in front of her face she startled. She hadnāt noticed him get that close. The only thing sheād noticed is that the yelling had stopped. Finally, she looked around. Bella had whisked Renesmee off somewhere out of sight but Alice could still hear the sobbing coming from upstairs.
āAlice,ā Edward shook her shoulders. āFocus.ā
Peter is alive, she spared that thought. She threw it toward Edward firmly and willed him to share that information with the rest of their family. Where was everyone? It took until then to realize that Edward was leaning toward her, eye level and close. She was still facing the foyer, standing at the edge of the den and turned toward the front door.
Everyone else must have already passed her by.
Peter is alive, she repeated and then thrust the full vision at Edward. With that, another come came to her, unbidden.
His knees are pressed firmly into the dirt. His legs appear to be whole again but his left hand is missing, ripped off at the wrist. The flesh around the wound is jagged and purple, slowly weeping venom and beginning to rot.
His elbows are wrenched back and a larger man is propped up on one knee behind him. The dirt is still smeared thick across this stranger's face, with patches beginning to fall away to reveal bare skin underneath it. He holds Peter in place. Peter, who still wears the brown hood. Peter who moves so slow and with such subtlety that his captors don't appear to catch on to what he's doing; he clenches and unclenches his right hand, he shifts his weight from knee to knee.
He's waiting for his opportunity.
Another newborn, dark brows furrowed with frustration above their bright eyes, tinkers with a radio across from where theyāve placed Peter.
āHurry,ā the third man speaks quietly. āRufina will be here with the input.ā
Then, again: Nothing.
I canāt see her, Alice couldnāt say it, but suddenly it was the only thing she could think about. The only detail she could focus on. I canāt see Charlotte.Ā
Alice couldnāt say any more, because she knew what that meant.
#dun dun dun#roots#jalice#technically#figuring out how to write alice's visions Correctly has taken me. so many years of fic writing to be content with
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An American Tail: Fievel's New York Tails Episode 1: "Curiosity Lured The Mouse"
First episode of "Fievel's New York Tails", a hypothetical TV series that takes place after the events of the first An American Tail film
The first episode script is also available to view on DeviantArt:
Enjoy!
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SCENE 1A
We fade in on the New York City harbor. As the sun rises in the morning sky, we see a tugboat passing by the Statue of Liberty while pulling a barge.
We cut to a freight train depot where we see a 2-6-0 B&O R.R. mogul locomotive,Ā #86. It stands in front of a train consisting of a yellowish brown boxcar, an open hopper carrying coal, a flatcar with logs, a second dark brown box car, another flatcar with large crates, a silver tank car, another hopper car carrying sand, two more boxcars, and a bright red caboose. Three workers help load the first boxcar, after the last of the cargo has been loaded, the workers slam the boxcar door shut. The brakeman leans from the caboose and waves his flag. The engineer blows the whistle and the fireman shovels the coal into the firebox. ThenĀ #86, hissing steam, pulls the freight train out of the yard, passing a 0-4-0 H.K. Porter tank engine slowly pulling some empty boxcars on the other track.
We cut now to a busy street in Manhattan, where people tend to their houses and storefronts and the children play on the sidewalk. We then focus on a horse-driven trolley with the words NEW YORK & HARLEM R.R. painted on the side, following it down the street before reaching an alley on the left side of a corner store, where we zoom in to see a row of mouse-sized buildings.
There in the neighborhood of mouse-sized buildings, the mice are busy with their shops and the mice children are playing a game of chase. Then, we focus on a mouse-sized house with a sign next to the door, which reads āMousekewitz Violinsā.
We then go to the interior of the Mousekewitz house where Mama is serving buckwheat porridge, or Kasha, for breakfast on the dinner table, and her daughter Tanya is sitting in her chair at the dinner table, eating her breakfast. Baby sister Yasha sits in her high chair, playing with her doll.
TANYA: This is absolutely the best Kasha porridge, Mama.
MAMA: Thank you, Tanya. Fievel! Breakfast is ready! Fievel!
Fievel, in his blue floppy hat, oversized red sweater, and blue baggy pants playfully runs out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
FIEVEL: Here I am, Mama! (giggles)
MAMA: (chuckles) Come and eat your breakfast, dear.
FIEVEL: Yes, Mama. (sits down at the table and eats a bite of porridge) Mmmā¦
TANYA: Morning, Fievel. How are you feeling?
FIEVEL: Iām fine, Tanya. But, umā¦
Papa walks in, stretching and yawning.
PAPA: Good morning, everyone. (looks at Fievel) Whatās wrong?
FIEVEL: Well, it's been a month since I got separated from you, and I have a fear that I might lose you again.
PAPA: (giving his son a hug) Don't worry, Fievel. You're a brave mouse. No matter what happens, we'll always be there.
FIEVEL: Thanks, Papa.
PAPA: Oh, and I have wonderful news thatāll cheer you up, my son.
FIEVEL: Whatās that, Papa?
PAPA: Today, weāre going to Utica for the New York State Fair, where thereās going to be a special competition for who holds the best cheese.
FIEVEL: The state fair? Wow! (claps excitedly) We can ride the pleasure wheel there! I can imagine myself being on top of the world!
TANYA: And the carousel too! (clasps her hands) I just love the happy music it plays.
MAMA: (nods) Mm-hm. This will be a day to remember. (chuckles) Now letās have our breakfast.
SCENE 1B
Cut to a rusty pocket watch hung outside an upper mouse tenement, its time is 12:00 exactly. Pan down, the Mousekewitz Family exits their house, they check that they are all accounted for, then hurriedly walk toward the street beyond the alley. Reaching the street, they run to the corner, where the horse-driven trolley stands, the last passenger boarding from the rear balcony. The mice quickly climb onto the balcony step as the bell rings and the tram starts off.
Cross-fade to the exterior of Grand Central Station where Tony Toponi and Bridget Luchimer are waiting at the curb. Bridget sings the words from Johann Strauss IIās waltz āVoices of Springā.
BRIDGET: (singing)
The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.
Spring in all its splendor rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh, oh awakes!
Tony sees the trolley arriving, and the Mousekewitz family leaping off onto the curb.
TONY: Look, Bridget! Theyāre here.
BRIDGET: (happily) Oh, how wonderful.
TONY: Hey Fillie! How ya doinā?
(Fievel looks ahead)
FIEVEL: (excitedly) Tony!
He hugs his best friend
TONY: (jokingly) Whoa, whoa! Hey! Easy, there! You dazed or something? (Then, he and Fievel laugh as they hug)
Mama approaches Bridget while smiling.
MAMA: How do you do, Bridget?
BRIDGET: Very well, thank you, Mrs. Mousekewitz. This is the most exciting day ever.
TONY: How about you, Mr. M? Howāre you doin?
PAPA: Oh, Iām doing well, Tony. Now we must get to our train quickly.
TONY: Oh, right. We better get going!
The mice hurry through the station to find the passenger train while avoiding being seen by the humans. Before long, they come to a miniature platform with a ramp leading to the first coach, a wooden composite painted in maroon with golden lettering. Papa, Mama, and Tanya look with amazement at the mouse-sized replica hung underneath, matching in color. Fievel, meanwhile, looks toward the front at the locomotive, a newly-built N.Y.C. & H.R. R.R. experimental 4-4-0 Class I prototype. His eyes widen as he looks first at the long, shiny boiler, at the cab painted in a fine dark blue shade, and then at the two enormous driving wheels. He gapes, likely imagining how fast this marvelous machine must go, clearly unable to contain his excitement.
FIEVEL: (trying to get closer to admire the locomotive) Oh, look, Papa, look!
PAPA: Come along, Fi- (gasps) Fievel, no!
Papa runs toward his son and barely manages to pull him back before the locomotive lets off steam. Tanya, watching in fright, covers her eyes. When Papa and Fievel appear, she is relieved.
PAPA: Fievel, what were you doing? I was so worried.
FIEVEL: I ā¦ uh, I-I just wanted to see how this train works.
PAPA: I know you like to explore new things, Fievel. But sometimes, your curiosity can get you into big trouble. Trains can be beautiful, but dangerous.
FIEVEL: Iām sorry, Papa. I didnāt mean to worry you.
TANYA: Come on, Fievel! Iāll race you.
FIEVEL: (giggles) Iām gonna win!
TANYA: (playfully) No, I will!
MAMA: Be careful, my children!
Fievel giggles and chases Tanya who boards the mouse-sized passenger box. As his family and their friends take their seats, Fievel is just stepping inside when he suddenly realizes something.
FIEVEL: (to himself) Uh-oh, I forgot to get my backpack.
He turns and runs back down to the platform. He looks around and spots his backpack lying beside a bundle of newspapers.
Meanwhile, the human conductor takes out his pocket watch and notices the time.
CONDUCTOR: ALL ABOARD!!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS, HISSING AND CHUGGING FOLLOWS)
Fievel gasps when he hears the whistle.
FIEVEL: Oh no! The trainās starting, I need to hurry!
He grabs his backpack and turns to see the train pulling out. He runs after it, though it is already moving too fast. In the mouse-sized coach, Yasha pokes her head out the window.
YASHA: Fievelā¦bye-bye!
FIEVEL: Come back! Wait for me! Wait! Wait!!!
Fievel tries hard to catch up with the train, but to no avail. He slows to a stop and watches as the passenger train speeds off into the distance. Fievel reels, exhausted, not noticing that a human boy in a brown jacket, flat cap, and denim pants is standing above him.
BOY: Hey! Look what we got here. (laughs)
Fievel gasps and runs from being grabbed by the laughing boy just in time, then turns around suddenly as a woman screams, he runs on between the legs of several other humans.
WOMAN (voice only): Oh my goodness, a mouse!
Cut to Fievel running out the front door of the train station. He stops to catch his breath.
FIEVEL: Phew! That was close.
His hat suddenly slips down over his eyes, and he then pushes it back up.
Slow-left panning shot of Fievel as he wanders around the busy streets, feeling all alone, he comes to a stop near the start of Hester Street.
FIEVEL: (looks around) M-My family's goneā¦ how will I ever find them again? (Starts to cry) Mama! Papa! (sobbing) Mama! Papaaaaa!!
Wide shot of Fievel as he sits down at a corner near the start of an alley and buries his face in tears. Closeup as he gasps at a sudden clatter nearby, he rises to see the shadow form of a cat. Fievel gasps. The scene fades out.
SCENE 2A
The scene fades in to see Fievel starting to cry again.
FIEVEL: (In tears) P-Please donāt hurt me!
But then he hears a familiar voice.
TIGER: Fievel? Is that you?
FIEVEL: Tiger?
TIGER: Hi-ya, buddy! (notices Fievelās tears) Hey, why the long face?
FIEVEL: I-I forgot my backpack and when I tried to get back to the train, I got left behind.
TIGER: Awwā¦ Thatās too bad, little buddy. (then he thinks of a way to cheer Fievel up) Hey, you know what they say, when the mice are away, the catās gonna come out to play!
FIEVEL: (giggling) Oh, Tiger, youāre my best friend. (hugs Tiger)
(song begins)
TIGER: (singing)
Iām a crazy alley cat ācause Tiger is my name.
Iām supposed to be ferocious, but Iām really nice and tame.
FIEVEL: (singing)
Youāre not too much like other cats, youāre not so snide and smart.
In fact, youāre just a powder puff, youāve got a gentle heart.
TIGER:
I found myself a buddy pal and friend
TIGER & FIEVEL: (singing)
Itās amazing, ācause weāre such
a pure and perfect blend.
(singing the chorus together)
Fievel and me
We are just two opposites, as different as can be
Donāt know how it happened, but itās such a mystery
That Fievel and me are friends
Tiger and me
Weāre a combination of impossibility
But somehow it worked out
And weāre as thankful as can be
That Fievel and me are friends
TIGER: (singing)
Iām a green-eyed feline and I wear a coat of stripes.
Used to hang out with those fat cats at the backyard fence at night.
Got tired of pusy-footinā around, meowing at the moon.
So I just purr a while and change my tune.
FIEVEL: (singing)
You became a little mouseās friend,
You saved me from the cat gang,
On you, I can depend.
(singing the chorus together)
Fievel and me
We are just two opposites, as different as can be
Donāt know how it happened, but itās such a mystery
That Fievel and me are friends
Tiger and me
Weāre a combination of impossibility
But somehow it worked out
And weāre as thankful as can be
That Fievel and me are friends
Fievel and meā¦areā¦friends.
(SONG ENDS)
(Fievel and Tiger laugh)
SCENE 2B
We then go to the Utica railroad station where the express train slows to a stop, reaching the platform on track 1. The Mousekewitz family, along with Tony Toponi and Bridget exit the mouse-sized replica coach. They wait until the human passengers are out of the way, before stepping down to the platform. Then, we transition to the State Fair, where amusement rides are in motion, people crowd game stalls, and stages are being set for contests holding the best farm animals, best produce, best craftwork, and of course, the best cheeses. Zoom out to show the quintet of mice watching everything from atop a wall.
PAPA: Here we are, the state fair. The contest for the best cheese awaits us.
TONY: You said it!
BRIDGET: (points to a cable car) Oh, Tony! Look, thereās a gondola. From that, we could see the whole world around us!
PAPA: Do we have everybody here?
TONY: Of course we do!
MAMA: (concerned) Wait a minute, Papa. Have we forgotten someone?
PAPA: Hmmā¦ Letās seeā¦we have you, Tanya, Yasha, Tony, Bridget andā¦ (gasps and realizes) Fievel!! We forgot Fievel!
(Mama and Tanya gasp)
Cut back to an alley in the city, Fievel and Tiger are playing hide-and-seek. Tiger is first to count while Fievel goes to hide.
TIGER: One, two, threeā¦
(Fievel runs over to a barrel in the alley)
FIEVEL: Found a hiding place. (giggles quietly) Heāll never find me here.
TIGER: Nineā¦tenā¦Ready or not, Fieā¦Here I come!!
(Tiger wanders around near the alley)
TIGER: Oh, Fie! Buddy! Where did he go? Did he disappear? Did he turn invisible? (scratches his head)
(As the big orange cat in the purple shirt looks around, he hears squeaky giggles. Tiger turns around to see what it was. Meanwhile, Fievel was hiding inside the empty barrel.)
TIGER: Fie! Where are you?
(Fievel pops out of a hole in the barrel)
FIEVEL: Here I am, Tiger! (giggles)
TIGER: (chuckles) Youāre very good.
FIEVEL: Yeah, this is fun!
Back in Utica, the Mousekewitz family, Tony Toponi and Bridget all mournfully sit below the welcoming sign outside the fairgrounds. Tanya, on Tonyās right, holds Yasha in her lap.
TONY: Poor FIllie. It aināt much fun around here without him.
(Yasha tugs on Tonyās scarf)
YASHA: Uncle Tony.
TONY: (smiles slightly)
BRIDGET: Iām so sorry, Mr. Mousekewitz. We all forget sometimes.
PAPA: But my son is stuck in the city all by himself. Who knows what might happen?
(just then, a police mouse walks by and notices them)
POLICE-MOUSE: I say, is everything all right, folks? Whatās the trouble?
PAPA: We arrived here for the fair, but our son got left behind. We must get back to New York, so we can find him.
POLICE-MOUSE: Oh, dear. That is bad. But donāt worry, I think I can help. The next express to Grand Central leaves in an hour, Iāll notify the station master at once.
MAMA: Oh, thank you, officer. I don't know what we would do without your help.
TANYA: (upset) How could Fievel be accidentally left behind, Mama? While weāre feeling worried about him, heās probably having fun with that silly cat Tiger!
MAMA: Tanya, Iām ashamed of you. Think of your brother, what if something happened to him?
TANYA: (gasps then has an ashamed look) Youāre right, Mama. Iām sorry.
SCENE 3A
Back in the city, we turn to a back alley in Mulberry Street. We go to the basement of a building in the back alley where five streetwise cats are. Three of them are playing a game of poker while two play at a pool table.
We focus on the three playing cards. The cats are named Joe, Harry, and Charlie.
JOE (the cat in the brown bowler hat, and the red and black striped sweater): How many?
CHARLIE: (the cat in the green sweater and dark yellow flat cap looks at his set of cards) Four.
JOE: (gives out three cards, then turns to Harry) Iāll take the same. What have you got, Harry?
HARRY: (the cat in the black bowler hat, blue sweater, and red pants) Three.
JOE: I bet two.
HARRY: Iāll see those two, and Iāll raise ya five.
JOE: I better win this game today. Iāve got to get my hands on a mouse.
HARRY: Well, the best cat always wins.
CHARLIE: Soitenly! I may not win but I still have enough cards up my sleeve. (chuckles)
JOE: (to Charlie, with an angry look, balls up his right hand into a fist and holds it up) See that?
CHARLIE: (in a disgusted voice while balling his right hand into a fist himself) See that?
Joe smacks Charlieās fist which spins in a circle before it hits Charlie on the head. Charlie looks up at the ceiling, rubbing his head in pain.
We now focus on the two cats at the pool table and a lizard. The short cat, whose name is Toll-Tall Tommy, is dressed in a green sweater with dark green stripes and solid green sleeves. He is also wearing a maroon flat cap, a dark orange-red scarf, and bluish-green pants. He has a cigarette sticking from the right side of his mouth and is holding a pool cue and he is using cue chalk to rub on the tip of his cue.
Tiny Timmy is a cigar-smoking cat who is a little taller than Tiger and a little bit less chunky. He is wearing a purplish-red short-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and a dark gray bowler hat with a dark faded red band on it. He leans on the side of the table watching Timmyās game.
The lizard, whose name is Jasper, is in charge of the scorekeeper. Jasper is wearing a dark gray flat cap, denim long-sleeve shirt, a dark yellow bandanna around his neck, and faded reddish-brown pants. Jasper is snoring while resting against the scoreboard slate, which is set on top of a rundown drawer, used for storing extra billiard balls.
TINY TIMMY: (after blowing a smoke ring away) Say, boss. I havenāt had another one of those meece-sandwiches in weeks. Those meeces just aināt as plump and juicy as they used to be.
TOO-TALL TOMMY: (scoffing and rolling his eyes) Now look here, Timmy, ya jabber jaw. Weāll find them for sure. There's plenty of them around New York. Small ones, tall ones, skinny ones and especially big plump ones. Now, if youāll excuse me, Iām about to take my shot here.
He aims the cue stick at the white cue ball and hits it. The cue ball then crashes into the 10 colored balls which go rolling around. The red ball falls into one of the side pockets. We go back to the poker/card table where Joe, Charlie, and Harry are still playing their game of poker.
JOE: Thereās that chip I called. What do ya got, Harry? (puts his last poker chip on the stack)
HARRY: Just four aces. (Shows his cards)
JOE: (slams his cards on the table in front of Harry) And me with four Kings again.
HARRY: Well, it could be beginner's luck. (Takes the full plate of chips from the center of the table)
JOE: I just canāt understand it. Every day you seem to have that kind of luck.
HARRY: (stands up to get something from the table) Well, itās just one of those things---
Joe looks under Harryās seat and sees a bunch of Aces hidden, he grabs Harry by the collar
JOE: If ya wanna cheat, ya cheat fair. If thereās one thing I hate, itās a crooked crook.
Holding Harry, Joe shakes him and a bunch of Aces fall out of his pocket, he slaps him away.
HARRY: Ow!
JOE: Haha. My beginnerās luck! Ha. (takes the chips from Harryās spot on the table)
Charlie gives Joe an annoyed hand gesture and a look. Then, he looks at his cards.
CHARLIE: Nyuk-nyuk.
Cut back to the pool area, and we see Jasper is snoring while resting against the scorekeeper.
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Jasper?
Jasper is still snoring, Tommy slams his pool cue on the table
TOO-TALL TOMMY: JASPER!
Jasper wakes up suddenly
JASPER: (Cockney accent) Yes sir, guvnor! (remembering to keep score) Don't get your knickers in a twist, eh?
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Okay, Tim. Your shot.
TINY TIMMY: Why, soitenly. (Timmy takes his cue chalk to rub on the tip of his cue before he aims at the cue ball before hitting it at a blue-striped ball)
SCENE 3B
Cut back Fievel and Tiger, still playing hide and seek. Tiger takes his turn to hide.
FIEVEL: One, two, threeā¦
Tiger runs over to a tenement location where he hides under a wooden wagon
TIGER: Oh, goody, goody. This is purr-fect. (chuckles)
FIEVEL: Ten. Ready or not, here I come, Tiger! (wanders around) Tiger! Where are you?
We then go to Tiger still hiding under the wagon, snickering. Then, all of a sudden, the dust from the wagon made Tiger start to sneeze.
TIGER: Ahhhhā¦ahhhhā¦ahhhā¦YEEEEAAHHH-CHOOO!
After sneezing, Tiger then tumbles out of his hiding place! Fievel finds him at once and squeaks in surprise.
FIEVEL: Aah! Tiger.
TIGER: (gets up) Oops! Sorry, Fiev!
But the big orange catās sneeze made Fievel laugh so hard.
FIEVEL: (giggling) It's okay, Tiger! That was fun!
Tiger smiles at his best friend.
TIGER: You said it, buddy. This is the best game we can think of!
FIEVEL: (an idea comes to him) That's it! Cāmon, Tiger! Letās go exploring!
Fievel jumps on Tigerās back
FIEVEL: Giddyup, Tiger!
Tiger pretends to act like a horse, then gallops off through the neighborhood.
TIGER: Hold on tight, Fie!
Cut to the basement scene, where Too-Tall Tommy is going to take his shot at the pool table. Tiny-Timmy and Jasper watch him. At the same time, Tiny-Timmy is talking to Too-Tall Tommy, Joe, Harry, and Charlie.
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Look here. Iāll show you imbeciles how to find the best mouse we can capture for our bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mice sandwiches. After all, the plumper they are, the better they taste.
TINY TIMMY: Yeah, but, where are we going to catch a mouse? Thereās plenty of them around these parts.
CHARLIE: Suppose itās the catās meeooww! Get it? Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk!
Joe slaps Charlie in the face.
CHARLIE: (yells angrily to Harry) Hey, you! What was that for?!
HARRY: Mistaken identity! (points to Joe)
CHARLIE: (snaps out of it) Oh. Hi-ya, George. (Tips his bowler hat)
TOO-TALL TOMMY: (after hitting the green ball) Screwball in the corner pocket!
Meanwhile, Jasper hears something.
JASPER: I say. What's that noise?
He sneaks over to one of the windows to see Fievel and Tiger, still having fun together.
JASPER: (to Too-Tall Tommy) I say, guvānor! Pardon the interruption, but it seems that our starving days are just about over.
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Whaddya talkinā about, Jasper?
JASPER: Look whoās coming our way right now.
Too-Tall Tommy runs over to see what Jasper was looking at. He tries to reach for the window, but heās short. He jumps but to no avail. He turns to Timmy.
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Hey, Timmy! Come here and give me a boost!
TINY TIMMY: Duhh, okay, boss. (chuckles)
Timmy then lifts Tommy, who looks out the basement window. He, Timmy, and Jasper scramble to see. When Tommy sees what he just saw, an evil smile appears on his face.
JASPER: See? What did I tell ya, guv'nor?
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Well, little mouseā¦(chuckles)
The scene fades out.
SCENE 4A
Fade in on the Mousekewitz family, Tony Toponi and Bridget Luchimer all riding one of the mouse-sized coaches attached under the train heading back to New York City, with other mice passengers on board. Tanya stares out the window, pouting as the countryside flashes by. She turns back around and begins to cry, Yasha notices, a tear starts to come to her eye too.
YASHA: Tanya. (sniffs)
MAMA: There, there, Yasha.
-Tanya continues to weep. Tony and Bridget come over to comfort her-
TONY: Hey. Hey, Tillie. You all right? (patting her shoulder)
TANYA: Iām sorry, Tony. Itās just that my brother being accidentally left behind makes me think about when he and I were separated on the way to America. I hope heās all right.
TONY: Donāt worry. Weāll soon find Fillie when we get home. Eh, Bridget?
BRIDGET: Of course, Tony. You know something, Tillie? When I was little, my mother helped me stop thinking about my fears and worries.
TANYA: (wiping the tears from her eyes) What did your mother teach you?
BRIDGET: Iāll tell you.
BRIDGET: (singing)
Sleep, my child, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight falls
Eivell from the gray rock comes
To wrap the world in thralls
And lying there, oh, my child, my joy
My love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you a lullaby
Beside the dyin' fire
Dusk has come and the green man's thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog
Shivrah sails his boat till morn
Along the starry bog
And over it all the paley moon
Has gleamed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing, oh love, to you
And lyin' there, oh, my child, my joy
My love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you a lullaby
Beside the dyin' fire
Tanya smiles and hugs Bridget
TANYA: Thanks, Bridget.
BRIDGET: (smiling back) Anytime.
Cut to Tiger and Fievel, playing another round of hide-and-seek.
FIEVEL: Okay, Tiger! Ready?
TIGER: Ready, Fiev!
FIEVEL: (covers his eyes) One, two, threeā¦
Tiger finds a stack of old crates in the alley and hides there.
TIGER: Now, this is the perfect place to hide! (Chuckles)
Too-Tall Tommy, Tiny Timmy, and Jasper look around for the mouse they found. They checked near the crates, but no sign of Fievel. Just then, they hear soft thudding noises.
TINY TIMMY: W-what was that, boss?
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Shh! He must be behind those crates. Letās take a look.
The three look behind the crates and find Tiger.
TIGER: Fie will never find me here!
TOO-TALL TOMMY: Well, look whoās talking.
(Tiger is surprised to hear Tommyās low, gruff voice)
TIGER: Wow, Fie! Howād you get your voice to sound like that?
(Turns around and suddenly he gasps when he is face-to-face with Tommy, Timmy, and Jasper)
TIGER: (terrified) Nyah-aah-aah-aah! (tries to run away but is trapped when Joe, Harry, and Charlie block his path) Fie!
TOMMY: (to Tiger) This is our turf, tubby! In this old alley, weāre nothinā but tough mean alley cats! We donāt trust goofy felines like yourself.
(Tiger backs away from the three but bumps into Timmy, who glares at Tiger gulping)
TIGER: Oh, gosh! Oh, gee! Oh, gosh!
TOMMY: Tell me where the mouse is and weāll let you go.
TIMMY: Yeah, we'll let you go!
JASPER: Perchance!
TOMMY: Ahh, be quiet!
TIGER: Mouse? What mouse? I-I-I have no idea whaddya talking about. (chuckles) FIEV! HELP!!
Fievel hears Tigerās cries and runs to where he last saw him, but the alley cats are already dragging his friend away.
FIEVEL: (spotting the gang) Oh no! Those alley cats have got Tiger! I must help him. (runs after the alley catsā trail)
SCENE 4A
Fievel arrives at the window near the basement stairs. Inside the basement, Too-Tall Tommy and Tiny Timmy interrogate Tiger, his hands and feet tied up with ropes.
TOMMY: Tell me where the mouse is, Tiger.
TIGER: Howād you know my name?
TOMMY: Me and Timmy here used to work for Warren T. Ratās gang, then we got kicked out for going behind his back!
TIGER: What did you do?
TIMMY: Well, uhhā¦we stole some of his things so we can keep them for ourselves. Right, boss?
Tommy rolls his eyes in annoyance.
TOMMY: (Turns to Tiger) After Warren gave us the boot, you took our place in his gang! Now, tell me where that little mousey is. Now!
TIGER: I canāt tell you.
TOMMY: Jasper!
JASPER: At yer service, guvānor. Right away! (uses his tail to tickle Tigerās feet)
TIGER: HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! Stop it! Iām ticklish! Please! Ha-ha-ha! Fiev! Help me!
TOMMY: (to Jasper) Thatās enough! Heās ready to talk.
Looking through the window, Fievel sees everything.
FIEVEL: I got to save my best friend. But how?
Then, Fievelās face brightens when he sees a crack in the window pane, he sneaks in and runs along the walls without getting seen. He hides on a shelf and witnesses the alley cats.
TOMMY: Okay, Tiger. You think you fool us with your jokes, but it aināt gonna work! Iām gonna count to ten if you donāt start talking.
Cut to Fievel looking around before he finds a straw and some pebbles
FIEVEL: (quietly) That's it!
TOMMY: Where is the mouse? Oneā¦twoā¦three...
Fievel fires the pebble with the peashooter at an old lantern hung from the ceiling. The lantern's glass gets broken, interrupting Tommy and surprising him.
TOMMY: Hey! What's all the ruckus?!
JOE, HARRY & CHARLIE: (in unison) I don't know.
TOMMY: I was going to ask him where the mouse is, and I heard a ruckus! Now, what was it?
(Fievel rolls a billiard ball, black, off the edge of the shelf, and it lands on Tommy's foot)
TOMMY: YEEEOOW-OW-OW-OWOWW!
(Fievel snickers as he watches Tommy hopping on one foot)
JASPER: What happened, guvānor?
HARRY: Yeah, what happened?
TOMMY: (still hopping) Someone hit me on the tootsie! Ow-ow-ow! It mustāve been that mouse! Find him! Find him!
JOE: (turns to Harry) Go on! Ya heard the boss! Catch that mouse who threw that pool ball!
HARRY: (to Charlie) Catch the mouse who threw that pool ball!
CHARLIE: Yeah, Catch the mouseā¦Awww, low cat again!
JOE: Go on, you nitwit. You gotta find the perpetrator!
CHARLIE: Yeah? Iāll go find him when Iām ready.
JOE: Are ya ready?
CHARLIE: Why, soitenly I am.
Charlie looks around to find Fievel but no sign of him.
CHARLIE: Oh, mousey! Where are you?!
FIEVEL: (pops out of hiding behind an alarm clock) Here I am!
CHARLIE: Ah-hah! (spots the mouse hiding under a teacup) Okay, mousey. I know you're hiding in there.
(He grabs the tea cup only for Fievel to shoot a pebble from the peashooter, hitting his nose)
CHARLIE: OW-WOW-WOW!
FIEVEL: Got ya! (giggles)
Charlie covers his nose in pain before falling down, crash-landing onto the other alley cats.
CHARLIE: Woob-woob-woob-woob-woob...!
TOMMY: Get off me, you numbskulls! What happened, Charlie? Did you find the mouse?!
CHARLIE: Yeah, I found the mouse!
JOE & HARRY: (in unison) And?
CHARLIE: Heās got a peashooter! (whimpers) I think heās gone!
TOMMY: Thatās it! No more Mr. Nice Kitty! Letās get that mouse! Cāmon, boys!
The alley cats run outside, while Fievel gets down from the shelf. He runs over to Tiger, and as he works to untie his friendās ropes he hears Tommyās voice
TOMMY: (from outside) You go look this way, and you look that way!
TIGER: Wow-wee! Thanks for saving me, Fie!
FIEVEL: No problem, Tiger. Come on, letās get out of here!
TIGER: Iām right behind ya!
SCENE 4B
Too-Tall Tommy and the alley cats go around in circles trying to find Fievel.
TOMMY: Whereād he go now? (to Tiny Timmy) Find anything?
TIMMY: Negatory, boss! Still looking!
JOE: Me too.
HARRY: Me three.
CHARLIE: Make it four!
JOE: Shuddup! (slaps Charlie)
(Charlie rubs his face spastically, stomps rapidly and gives a push-off gesture)
HARRY: Leave him alone!
(Joe slaps Harry in the face)
JOE: Stay outta this, pinhead!
Tiger, dressed in a vest, made out of an old newspaper, and wearing a battered hat, comes behind Joe.
TIGER: (doing a mock gruff voice) Say, you fellers lookinā for somethinā?
JOE: Yeah, and who are you?
TIGER: My name is Roughhouse Ronnie, the most, uhhā¦(whispers in his normal voice to Fievel who is hiding inside the battered hat Tiger is wearing) What do I say exactly?
FIEVEL: Roughest, toughest alley cat in New York!
TIGER: Oh, yeah. Roughest, toughest alley cat inā¦
-Joe grabs Tiger by the shirt collar and talks to him up close-
JOE: Whose voice are you talking to?
TIGER: Voice? Oh, that! Itās my hat.
JOE: Well, letās see if this hatās talking.
-As Joe takes the hat off, Fievel hides in the back of Tigerās shirt collar-
JOE: (recognizing Tiger) What? You lyinā fleabag! I oughtaā¦
Just then, Tiger starts laughing and starts jumping around, much to Tommy and the alley catsā surprise. Fievel crawls out from under Tigerās shirt collar and slides down his back.
FIEVEL: Yaaa-hooo!! (Tiger, enjoying the fun with Fievel, laughs)
HARRY: Hey! Heās got the mouse with him!
TOMMY: Get him!!
SCENE 5A
-Meanwhile, the Mousekewitz family along with Tony and Bridget have made it back to their neighborhood-
TONY: Now, where could Fillie be?
PAPA: I do hope heās somewhere safe.
TONY: I think we better split up. Mr. M and Tillie, come with me. Bridget, stick with Mrs. M.
Tony walks toward the other end of the alley, Papa and Tanya following him.
Meanwhile, Tommy and the others chase the two friends. Fievel, riding on Tigerās back, sees a manhole up ahead.
FIEVEL: Watch out, Tiger!
Tiger sees the manhole and jumps over it.
TIGER: Wahooo!
FIEVEL: (giggling)
Tommy and Timmy see the manhole and move out of the way, but Joe, Harry, and Charlie fall into the manhole one by one!
JOE, HARRY & CHARLIE: WHOOOAAAHH!
(SPLASHING)
The catsā voices echo from the sewer.
CHARLIE: Aw, look at my sweater, Joe! Iām gonna need several baths a day!
HARRY: What are ya talkinā ābout, Charlie? You can't take baths. Youāre a cat, and so are we.
CHARLIE: Oh, yes. I forgot about that. Us cats don't like water. Hehe. Right, Joe?
JOE: AHHHH, BE QUIET! (Face slapping sounds and head bonking sounds are heard)
Cut to Fievel and Tiger running in the direction of the mouse neighborhood.
FIEVEL: We're almost home!
Cut to Tommy, Timmy and Jasper still running after them. They turn a corner to see, curled upĀ asleep in the middle of the alley, a tough-looking gray bulldog in a dark-blue sweater and brown bowler hat.
TOMMY: Yoiks!
The trio slip as they try to stop, but end up tripping over the bullodgās sleeping bulk, and tumble into a wall. The bulldog awakens, stands up and turns scowling at the three thugs, all tangled.
TOMMY: (gulping) Hiya, Maximus. Long time, no see, eh?
Tommy pulls himself out of the heap and tries to run, but Maximus grabs his scarf, pulling it off his neck and making Tommy spin around. He winds up getting dizzy. Maximus grabs him around his shoulders and holds him up so they are face to face.
MAXIMUS: (growls) Tommy, you little alleycat! Thatās the tenth time youāve disturbed my beauty rest!
TOMMY: (gulps) Iām sorry, Maximus. Please forgive me. I was just...
MAXIMUS: (sarcastically) Hey...it's no problem. I forgive you.
Then, he grabs an empty bucket. Then we cut to Timmy shutting his eyes, while Jasper nervously tip-toes out of frame. Sounds of grunting, punches and crashes are heard. Timmy opens his eyes to see Tommy crammed, bottom-first, into the bucket, looking uncomfortable.
MAXIMUS (off-screen): Thatās forgiveness for ya!
As Maximus stomps away, Timmy slowly walks up to Tommy.
TIMMY: Say, boss. You look awful.
TOMMY: Just shut up, Timmy. And get me out of this thing. (GROANS)
Timmy picks up his leader, and carries him away in the direction they came from.
Pan left, to Fievel and Tiger coming out from hiding behind a barrel, both laughing.
TIGER: That was one big adventure we had. Thanks, Fie.
FIEVEL: (giggling) I had fun too, Tiger! Come on! Weāve gotta get home.
Suddenly, Jasper grabs Fievel by his tail, making the young boy mouse shriek.
JASPER: Well, well! Looks like I've caught a mouse for supper.
FIEVEL: (kicking and swinging his fists as Jasper pulls him closer) Let me go, you big bully lizard! I'll tell my papa! Help! Help! You nasty green thing! Put me down!
Jasper flings Fievel over his shoulder and carries him off as the mouse wails and pounds on the lizardās back.Ā Meanwhile, Tiger notices that Fievel is no longer behind him.
TIGER: Oh no! Fiev! Where are ya!
Tanya and Papa follow Tony around a corner when they hear Fievelās screaming cries.
FIEVEL: Help! Help! Somebody help!
TANYA: Fievel!
TONY: (running in the direction of the screams) Hold on, Fillie! Iām coming.
Tony spots Jasper carrying Fievel to a small wooden shed and he runs after them. Inside, Jasper slams the door shut and corners Fievel who stands shaking and tearing up, thinking all is lost.
FIEVEL:Ā sobbing
JASPER: Now I got ya, you little bloke! Itās about time forā¦
Suddenly, Tony bursts through the door, which hits Jasper.
JASPER: OW!
FIEVEL: Tony!
TONY: Come on, letās get you home, Fillie!
Fievel follows Tony outside, the door swings back, revealing Jasper who stumbles, all dizzy.
JASPER: Blimey. What a bunch of collywobbles. Doesnāt anyone knock anymore...?
Jasper falls flat.
SCENE 5B
Tony and Fievel head back to the mouse neighborhood. Tiger sees them.
FIEVEL: Thanks for saving me, Tony!
TONY: Aww, shucks. Donāt mention it. (chuckles)
TIGER: Fiev! There you are! Iām glad youāre safe, buddy!
FIEVEL: Thank you, Tiger! Iāve had so much fun with you today!
TANYA: Fievel!
Fievel hears Tanyaās voice and he turns his head to see his family.
FIEVEL: Papa! Mama! Tanya!
Fievel runs toward his family, he lands straight into the arms of his overjoyed father, Yasha, being set down by Mama, giggles cutely.
YASHA: (happily) Fievel!
PAPA: Fievel! Iām so happy to see you.
FIEVEL: Me too, Papa!
-As Papa puts Fievel down, Mama steps up next
MAMA: (kneeling down for a hug) Oh, Fievel, we were so worried about you.
FIEVEL: (hugging around her neck)Ā Iām all right, Mama.
-Cut to Yasha babbling-
FIEVEL: (laughing) I missed you too, Yasha. (gives her a tight hug)
-Yasha giggles-
FIEVEL: I just have to tell you about my biggest adventure together I had with Tiger. We played hide and seek, then I rode on Tiger before we came face to face with a mean ol' alley cat gang who captured him. But I came to Tiger's rescue, then we both ran those alley cats right out of town! (tries to catch his breath)
-As Fievel finishes his story, we see Bridget moving next to Tony, and they both smile at each other. They walk up to the Mousekewitz family just as Tanya walks up to her brother, who holds out his arms to her-
TANYA: Oh, Fievel, I wish I could have been there with you too.
Fievel and Tanya both giggle, the siblings hug tightly and dance around for a moment as the others look on, smiling. Then they very gently rub their cheeks together, their special way of showing affection.
Papa kneels down to Fievel.
PAPA: My Fievel, I will never leave you behind again.
FIEVEL:Ā gigglesĀ Never say never, Papa.
PAPA:Ā chuckling
Fievel then hugs Papa again
The scene fades out.
THE END
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