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softlass27 · 4 years ago

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Flufftober Day 29 – thunderstorm dedicated to @robertssvgden, because she loves the idea of robron + seb and eve as a family unit, and she deserves nice things x

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As they stood shivering in the schoolyard, Robert glanced above them.

“The heavens are gonna open any second now.”

Aaron tilted his head up to see dark clouds rapidly filling the sky, the wind picking up with every passing minute. They’d been getting weather warnings all day, broadcasters promising that tonight was guaranteed to bring a seriously wild storm their way.

Paddy was stuck on an overnight callout with some heavily-pregnant cows, and Aaron’s mum had called him about an hour ago to say that she didn't feel safe driving on the motorway in this weather, so she was stuck in… some hotel, she was pretty vague on the details. She’d told him she was away to meet with potential new suppliers, but between her terrible lying and the sound of an unexpected male voice in the background, Aaron suspected wherever his mother had gone had nothing to do with work.

Either way, Eve had no one to pick her up or look after her, so his mum had begged him to take her for the night – possibly the weekend. Like she needed to ask.

So now they were stood in their usual spot with the other parents at Hotten Primary, waiting to collect two kids instead of one.

Just as the first few droplets of rain began to hit their cheeks, Eve came out of the doors, her eyes quickly scanning the yard until she spotted them and ran over, schoolbag swinging in the air. When she was just a few feet away from them, a violent gust of wind blew behind her, pushing her tiny body along the last few steps until she crashed into Aaron’s legs with a small oof.

“Windy,” she said, blinking up at them.

“Yeah, squirt.” Aaron took the bag from her before it blew right out of her hand.

“Is Mummy not coming?”

“Her and your Dad are both stuck because of the storm. They can’t come back just yet so you’re gonna stay with us tonight, okay?”

“'Kay,” she nodded, pushing her increasingly wild hair out of her eyes.

“Just need to wait for Seb, then we can get home and out of this crazy weather.”

As the three of them stood waiting for the Year 3's to come out, another, even stronger, gust of wind nearly sent Eve flying to one side; Robert snagging her by the hood of her coat was the only thing that stopped her from tumbling to the ground.

“Right.” He grabbed her securely by the waist and picked her up. “Think I’d better hold onto you before you actually blow away, missy.”

“Wish Seb’d hurry up,” she mumbled, pulling her hood up and tucking her face into Robert’s neck, out of the stinging rain.

“Don’t we all?”

As much as Aaron adored his son, he was a notorious dawdler, always chatting to his teacher or messing around with his mates on his way outside. He’d take the rest of the afternoon to reach the school gates if he could.

Eventually, Seb made his way to the yard, surrounded by his usual gaggle of classmates. Any inclination he’d had to keep chatting to them was swiftly curbed by Aaron’s firm get over here now gesture. He jogged over sheepishly, cramming a beanie on top of his head.

“You get lost or summat?” Aaron rolled his eyes fondly, taking his PE kit from him.

“I went to check if my art project was dry and – ”

“Yep, lovely, you can tell us all about it on the way home,” Robert grumbled, wrapping his free hand around Seb’s shoulder and ushering him towards the car. “We need to get inside before this storm kicks off properly.”

They all clambered in and set off, Robert navigating the usual school run traffic with practiced ease.

“Dad?” Seb asked after a few minutes of driving.

“Hm?”

“Miss Brooks told us this is gonna be the biggest storm Yorkshire’s had in more than 20 years,” he said, wide-eyed. “The biggest since 2003. Was that one really massive?”

“It was, I remember it,” Robert nodded, flicking the windscreen wipers to faster setting. “New Year’s Eve. It put a massive hole in the pub roof n’all.”

“My pub?” Eve chimed in, eyes turning even bigger than Seb’s.

“Yep, it caved right in. I didn’t see it happen though; I was living on the farm, and I had to help my dad get all the animals inside so they’d be safe.”

“Woah.” Seb sounded so impressed, Robert didn’t have the heart to mention that someone had unfortunately died as a result of said hole in the roof.

“2003. That's so long ago,” Eve mused, fingertips following the paths of rainwater sliding down the window. “Years and years and – ”

“Yes, okay,” Robert said loudly. “I feel ancient now, thanks for that.”

Eve and Seb just laughed, like the demon spawn they both were.

“Do you remember the storm too, Dad?” Seb asked, a hand over his mouth failing to suppress the grin on his face.

“Nah, I wasn’t living in the village then,” Aaron smirked. “Was a bit before my time, I’m a lot younger than Old Man Sugden over here.”

“How old are you, Rob?”

“50,” Seb said with a snort.

“100!”

“150!"

“Kids, come on, he’s not a day over 72,” Aaron drawled, only to yelp when Robert briefly took a hand off the steering wheel to swipe at him, which only made the backseat passengers cackle even harder.

The laughter was suddenly cut short, however, when a wayward tree branch hit the bonnet with a loud bang, before bouncing off onto the road.

“Jesus!” Robert jerked the car in surprise, before quickly regaining control and continuing down the road in silence, hands gripping the wheel tightly.

Aaron glanced back to see both Seb and Eve’s smiles had been replaced with slightly nervous looks, Eve biting her bottom lip anxiously.

“It’s okay.” He quickly reached a hand back to pat her knee reassuringly. “It was just a tiny branch, practically a twig, nothing to worry about. We’ll be home soon.”

By the time they arrived in the village, the rain was lashing down, pelting the roof of the car so loudly they struggled to hear themselves talk. There was hardly anyone outside, and the few that were looked like they were quickly retreating indoors. They passed Leyla leaving her office with her head down, tottering unsteadily on her stiletto heels, and David and Jacob quickly pulling potted plants and buckets of umbrellas back into the safety of the shop.

As they pulled onto the drive, the ominous first sounds of thunder could be heard rumbling overhead.

“Okay, inside, go go go!”

The four of them scrambled out of the car and dashed towards the house, Robert fumbling with the keys to unlock the door.

“In your own time,” Aaron grouched, hunching over to shield the kids from the worst of it as best he could.

“Hang on, I can’t feel my bloody fingers.”

Eventually, he managed to get the key in the lock and they burst into the warmth of the house, already drenched in the brief minute it had taken to get inside.

“C-cold,” Seb shivered, peeling off his sodden hat and jacket and dropping them on the rug.

“So cold you forgot how to use a coat peg?” Robert said exasperatedly, picking it up. “Why don’t you two go upstairs and have a couple of nice, hot showers while I get tea started? Eve, you can use our mine and Aaron's bathroom, if you want? Aaron’ll help you turn the taps on.”

“Can I use your fancy shower gel?”

Robert sighed and ruffled her damp hair. “If you must.”

Eve grinned and began to follow Seb up the stairs, only to freeze at a flash of lightning.

“The storm won’t put a hole in this roof, will it?”

“You think Robert would let that happen?” Aaron smiled at her. “Nah, we built our place to be extra strong,”

“Storm-proof, even,” Robert added from the kitchen.

“See? We’re safe as houses in here, I promise. Go on upstairs, I’ll be there in a minute, yeah?”

Seemingly satisfied, Eve nodded and carried on up the stairs. They heard the sound of her feet running along the landing, presumably to what was unofficially dubbed as “her room”, since she spent so much time in it, before the door gently clicked shut.

“What’s for tea?” Aaron sighed, padding over to the kitchen and hooking his chin over Robert’s shoulder.

Robert hummed and leaned back against his chest while he chopped some veg. “Shepherd’s pie, should warm the kids up.”

“So domestic, you,” Aaron grinned, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “I just hope the power doesn’t go out tonight.”

“Me too, otherwise we’ll have to keep them entertained the old-fashioned way.”

“What’s the old-fashioned way?”

“Er… how good are you at shadow puppets?”

A minute later, Seb came downstairs to find his dad frantically plugging every laptop and tablet into its charger.

#robron #my writing #flufftober2020

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dailyusuk · 5 years ago

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Tigers in the Sky Chapter 2: This Is The Army, Mr. Jones

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19095154/chapters/46327480#workskin

The dark and green waters of the Irrawaddy River drew into view on the 15th as a heavy downpour cloaked everything save for a few harbor lights in darkness.

America looked out at this classic Burmese sight for a few moments before wordlessly withdrawing into his quarters for a final night aboard the Jagersfontein.

As much as this boat is a trap devised by an evil villain to inspire boredom in the finest of heroes, this boat has also been my home for a whole fat month. And I don’t just mean that in the sense of how long this journey has been. I think more than a few of the boys had too many lavish Dutch meals for a while now.

I’m definitely not referring to myself. I’m the epitome of American fitness. Totally the peak of muscle.

America wrote that last comment further down on the page with a hesitant scribble before closing his notebook and slipping it into his bag. He totally wasn’t counting the number of planes he’d need to lift in order to burn his fat off right before bed as a substitute for counting sheep.

A blue sky greeted America as he stepped out onto the deck one last time early the next morning after breakfast. The warm wind carried with it the organic smell of river water and tropical jungle soil.

He didn’t pay much heed to the official business taking place as the Jagersfontein approached her berth in Rangoon, instead seating himself on his trusty deck chair and watching the sampans and more international-looking vessels dock along the sides of the river with heavy loads of cargo that was surely headed up the Burma Road. The glittering Shwedagon Pagoda loomed 325 feet tall over the rest of Rangoon in the distance.

The one official development America was excited about was the return of all the pilots’ valuables from the purser’s office, including his trusty camera which he’d oh-so-dearly missed. He may or may not have grasped his camera a little bit too tightly when he finally held it in his hands again.

There was his M1911 too, of course, which he slipped into his bag with considerably less fanfare.

A lighter took America and the other pilots ashore where a bus took the lot to the Silver Grill -- a lively Burmese-style pub with enclosed booths -- for a second, much heartier breakfast. His stomach growled a note of thanks at the sight of food.

The following seven-hour train ride to the re-purposed RAF Keydaw Airdrome in Toungoo flashed by in what seemed like minutes, though America did sometimes look up from his well-worn stack of comics to observe drowsy water buffalo wandering about villages ringed by rice paddies. Somehow, the sight faintly reminded him of the Midwest’s cattle-dotted plains back home.

He snapped a few pictures with his camera so that he could compare Burma to rural Kansas side-by-side at some point.

He definitely didn’t wonder if England had been in Singapore on a military assignment to Burma or if he had been there simply to preen over his colonial jewel of the Orient -- as America was sure his egotistical ass was prone to doing.

No, the adventures of Buck Rogers in 2419 AD. were far simpler to understand than the enigma with a thousand names known simply as England.

He definitely, absolutely was not reading Buck Rogers comics just so that he wouldn’t imagine England every time he saw a swathe of lush green grass or a particularly stubborn-looking buffalo.

Torrential monsoon rain began to fall soon before the train pulled up to the station in Toungoo. The pilots’ baggage was loaded onto trucks and the pilots themselves were driven in station wagons around 8 miles out to the barracks buildings at the field.

Once at the outpost, a few CAMCO ground crewmen who’d arrived early -- perhaps the very same crewmen who had trashed a Raffles hotel room in Singapore in contempt of the British -- leaned close and jeered at the incoming caravan of vehicles filled with fresh-faced men.

“This is the stink hole of the world! You might as well turn around and go back now!”

“Your barracks have no screening. All the bugs of Asia are here to greet you. Last night at chow time, a huge stink bug dropped in my soup bowl as I brought the spoon to my lips. There’s no hot water and the latrines are out in the boondocks, where you have to step over snakes along the way. As you can see there’s mud everywhere, even in your shoes. Worst of all, there are only two P-40s on the line. They are being assembled from crates. The rest are promised in a manner of months.”

Some of the men didn’t look so fresh-faced once they’d heard these taunts.

Taunts aside, America was looking forward to some good old wilderness after so much time spent in the coddled embrace of a Dutch liner. Besides, he’d spent time both in the dysentery-plagued Old West and the downright vile trenches of the First World War, so a few stink bugs wouldn’t trouble him -- though, of course, he decided not to mention that he remembered either of those things when he looked as if he’d only just finished high school.

Instead of focusing on his physical age (or lack of it), America took that moment to survey the base he was about to be employed at. Baby face aside, he was more observant than most people thought he was.

(Read the rest of Chapter 2: This Is The Army, Mr. Jones on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19095154/chapters/46327480#workskin)

#usuk #fanfic #tigers in the sky #mod diurnal

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thegirl20 · 6 years ago

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Vanity ficlet

Just a little thing to maybe take away some of the bleakness from last night’s eps.

Charity’s phone buzzes in her pocket and she’s grateful of the distraction from the maudlin conversation between Sam and Marlon that she’s found herself on the periphery of. She pulls it out and smiles at the picture that’s there; it’s Vanessa after their water fight, soaking wet and scowling at Charity for taking photos of her.

She holds up the phone to the two men. “It’s my woman. I’m just gonna take it in the back.” She heads out of the bar, feeling a little of the oppressive sadness slip off her shoulders as she leaves the mourners behind. She answers the call as she closes the living room door, leaning back against it.

“Hiya babe.”

“Hey.” Charity marvels at how much warmth and love can be conveyed in that single word. “How did it go?”

She pushes herself away from the door and wanders over to look at the many cards adorning the surfaces, picking up one and reading the message. “Oh, about as well as you’d expect the funeral of a baby to go.”

“Course, yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No, I wasn’t getting at you.” Charity shakes her head, consciously trying to move away from her default defensiveness. “I just...it was all a bit-“

“I know. I know.” And Vanessa does know, that’s the thing. She’s seen Charity at her lowest. She’s the only one who’s heard the full story about the day of Ryan’s birth and how it made Charity feel. She knows. “So, did Chas like your reading?”

“Not...particularly.” Charity sighs, slumping down onto the sofa and looking at the ceiling. “Didn’t get to do it in the end. Chas decided the church thing wasn’t working for her and stopped the whole thing.” She can totally relate. She can’t imagine any of that old tripe being a comfort to her if, God forbid, she had to bury a child.

“I can’t even imagine. My heart is breaking for her. And you. It must be so hard for you to see her go through all this.”

She can hear the tears in Vanessa’s voice and it makes her own eyes fill up. She blows out a breath.

“Couldn’t half do with a cuddle right now, babe.” The words are out in a tumbling rush and she clenches her teeth to catch the sob that chases them.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come to this stup-“

“Hey, don’t be daft. I’m the one that told you to go.” She sniffs and blinks away her tears, trying to make her voice sound normal. Vanessa had wanted to cancel the conference, to show her support for Chas and be there for Charity. But, aware of her tendency to lash out at people close to her in situations involving heightened emotions, she’d insisted that she go. She’s regretting that decision a bit now “And you’ll be back tomorrow. I’m sure I can last till then.”

There’s a pause where she knows Vanessa wants to protest. “I’ll just have to cuddle you extra hard to make up for today then, yeah?”

Her lips turn up into a smile without her noticing. “Yeah, you will.”

It’s been an exhausting day, what with trying to remain upbeat for Sarah, and strong for Chas, and she collapses into bed a bit earlier than she normally would. The pub is silent, for a change, and it makes her realise just how accustomed she’s become to the sounds of other people. Usually she’d have Vanessa breathing right by her ear and Johnny’s gentle snoring across the landing. And Tracy has occasional bouts of talking in her sleep. Or, on the nights she’s here, there’ll be Noah rattling around his room long after he should be sleeping and Paddy and Chas arguing about him leaving the bathroom light on.

But tonight there’s nothing; just silence and her own thoughts. Always a dangerous combination. Especially when all she can think about is that dark, cold hole they put Grace in earlier.

Just as she’s considering getting up and making herself a brew and sticking the telly on to drown out the silence, she hears footsteps coming up the stairs. She frowns. Paddy and Chas are in bed and she’d have heard if either of them had gone down. It could be Noah, decided to come home from the mate’s house he was staying at. But when her bedroom door opens, she scrabbles to sit up against the headboard, hand flailing for the bedside lamp and switching it on. Her racing heart calms a little when a familiar figure enters, clearly trying to be as quiet as possible.

“What the hell are you doing?” Charity hisses. “I thought we were being burgled!”

Vanessa smiles, eyebrows slanted in apology. “Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.” She toes off her boots and sets her handbag down.

“You didn’t. Couldn’t sleep.” She watches Vanessa pull off her jumper and sling it over the armchair. Her throat is starting to ache, matching the burning in her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah, well.” Vanessa stumbles a little as she gets a foot stuck in her jeans, steadying herself on the dressing table. She stands up and tilts her head. “You said you needed a cuddle. That seemed far more important than another day sitting in hotel conference rooms looking at slides of perforated horse bowels.”

Charity laughs, a couple of tears escaping. She wipes at them and shakes her head. “Oh, babe, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” She throws the duvet off and opens her arms. “Well, come here, then. Don’t want that four hour drive to be for nothing.”

Vanessa moves to the bed and sits down on the edge, pulling Charity into her arms. Charity’s eyes close as her own arms tighten around Vanessa, drinking in the comfort so freely given. Vanessa’s thumb strokes the back of her neck.

“Thank you,” Charity whispers. “For choosing me over horse innards.”

She feels a laugh move through Vanessa’s body before she pulls back and rests her forehead against Charity’s. “There’s not much in this world that I’d choose over you, Charity Dingle. I love you.”

Vanessa’s eyes brim with truth and Charity’s heart clenches in her chest as she reminds herself that this is real, this woman really feels that way about her. She nods. “I love you too.”

And the darkness and silence that had loomed so large shrink to nothing in the brightness of Vanessa’s smile and the warmth of her kiss.

#charity x vanessa #vanity #emmerdale #fic by me #fan fiction #writing #vanity ficlet #vanity fic

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macdentrash · 6 years ago

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Thots on the new episode?

There’s so much to unpack it’s crazy! But here’s a few ideas I stan/things I noticed in the episode:•I really really stan the theory that’s been going around that Dennis was not in ND but in fact checked himself into a mental institution… not only does it make sense with the evidence I’ve seen but I also just really really want it for him. As someone who has been hospitalized for mental illness I want his arc to be more than “Dennis is crazy and will eat your face” y know? I want him to work on himself and that doesn’t mean completely changing as a person but the gang is getting older and I want him to really start to work on himself… also I want him to have gone there because I hate the idea that he was just trying to play some sick joke on my baby boy Mac who never did anything but love and support the slime man •MAC SHIRTLESS, MAC SHIRTLESS IN THE DUSTER THIS IS NOT A DRILL•I made a separate post about this but when Cindy told Mac to fill the “Dennis shaped hole in his life” she wanted him to start dating. Who needs to start dating to get over a roommate who moved away? They all know that Mac and Dennis’ relationship was “deeper than that” (to quote Mac in ‘Macs Banging the Waitress) and that’s supported by them all immediately saying Mac is going to have sex with the doll,, doesn’t that just lead to the conclusion that they were having sex before? That’s just my interpretation •Dennis had BDE for the first time since Jack Bauer when he leaned all up on that bar, my pussy snapped into another dimension tbh•Dennis’ hair? So so so good please…the glirst is going to be SO REAL this season•Mac and Charlie saved Dens life when Frank tried to shoot him which is cute in its own way•Dennis was the only who seemed to acknowledge Mac’s change in physical appearance without Mac mentioning it first/I mean he made that joke but we all know Mac looks banging so I honestly took it as sarcasm •I feel the Macdennis in this Paddys pub tonight •That’s all I want to type right now but DM me to scream about Macdennis/episode 1/IASIP with me

#s13 spoilers #macdennis #iasip #asks #anon #mine #s13 thots

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ramajmedia · 5 years ago

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It's Always Sunny: 10 Episodes That Hit Too Close To Home

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia is pretty well known for the antics of its character. The gang never falls short when trying to find new ways to make money or just complicated shortcuts that end up putting them down the hole. It’s easy to not really feel any empathy for the characters because of the many horrible things they’ve done on screen in the name of their personal benefit. But underneath those despicable personalities, there’s a good bit of trauma responsible for it.

RELATED: The Wire: 10 Storylines That Were Never Resolved

In this list, we’ll go over 10 of the saddest moments that really hit us throughout the show.

10 The Christmas Episode

Christmas is supposed to be fun for everyone, but unfotunately, some bad luck meets every member of the gang in a pretty sad fashion. Well, except for Frank who rolls up with a Lambo at the beginning of the show. It also shows that Frank hasn't gotten Dee and Dennis Christmas presents... again.

RELATED: Veep: Ranking Selina’s Best Employees

Charlie finds out about his mother’s promiscuous past, and it really gets to the guy, as he throws a fit in the mall and even fights a mall Santa out of anger. And then Mac learns that his family used to steal presents from other families as a child and that his parents never really cared about him at all.

9 The Great Recession

Frank is an interesting character. He came into the show a very depressed, but extremely successful, businessman. He looks to give up his rich lifestyle to get closer to his kids, Dennis and Dee. Little does he know that Charlie is also his kid, which is revealed later on in the show by Charlie's mom. In this episode, Frank tries to kill himself because he is still unable to find a way to be truly happy.

While attempting to hang himself, his weight forces the noose to snap, preventing him from going through with the deed. This moment really opened up the audience’s eyes into his mental state.

8 Dennis Rips Macs Letters

Mac’s desire to grow closer to his father is referenced somehow in almost every episode. Charlie and Mac even go as far to try and smuggle in drugs for Mac’s dad, and their failure to do so only makes the father and son rift grow wider. With the gang being locked up in the holding cell of a cruise ship after getting into trouble, the cell starts to fill up with water, and it doesn’t look good.

The gang began to disclose their secrets to each other, where Mac learns that Dennis has been ripping up his father’s letters to him. This understandably angers Mac with the fact that he lost numerous opportunities to grow closer.

7 Cricket Leaving The Priesthood

If you know just how bad Cricket gets it in this show, the moment he leaves the priesthood is a really sad one. He went from a clean-cut man of God to a street rat that sells himself out for hard drugs. He does this because of Dee, who consistently manipulates the man into doing what she wants. Their run-ins happen time and time again.

RELATED: Dee Reynolds: 10 Funniest Quotes From Always Sunny’s Golden Goddess.

His slow descent into being a crack addict spans a few seasons, with the later ones showing him at his absolute worst. He gets the chance to clean up his act, and that too fails as a way out of the life he currently lives.

6 The Joke's On Dee

Dee is always the butt end of the jokes in the gang. Absolutely no one gets it as often or as bad as she does. When Dee starts to agree with the gang’s harsh words, they start to wonder if they went too far. Dee takes her self-pity back into a comedy club that she visits a few times a week and starts to slowly gain more fans from her routines.

RELATED: IASIP: 10 Ways The Gang Has Changed Since Season 1

She meets a promoter who offers to fly her out to do a big show and get her name out there with promises of being famous. She goes, being led blindfolded back to Paddy’s Pub, where the gang reveals it was another cruel joke.

5 Charlie And The Waitress

At the end of the infamous “Mac Bangs Dennis’ Mom,” The waitress admits she only slept with Frank to get back at Dennis. We know Frank will get his hands on anyone who will look at him long enough, and Dennis has always been the apple of The Waitress’ eye since the beginning, much like she was to Charlie.

What makes this episode hurt so much is Charlie’s tearful expression when hearing the news. He had spent multiple seasons at this point trying to win over her favor, and hearing her sleep around with his father to get back at his best friend, made us feel for him.

4 The Gang Goes To The Jersey Shore

The gang decides it would be a wise idea to live it up in New Jersey and get wasted in a new scene. Each member eventually gets into their own antics. Charlie spots The Waitress on the beach and for the first time in their relationship, she wasn’t disgusted to see him. The two end up having a pretty fun time on the beach picking up shells and getting to know each other better before falling asleep on the beach together.

RELATED: IASIP: 10 Ways The Gang Has Changed Since Season 1

When The Waitress wakes up, she tells Charlie she only hung out with him because she had taken ecstasy and tells him to never talk to her again.

3 Psycho Pete Returns

When the episode “The Gang Gets Analyzed” aired, it made a subtle nod to Danny Devito’s earlier work in One Flies Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. He tells the therapist he was in a mental home as a young boy and got really close to his deformed roommate, “Frog-Boy.”

Frank begins to break down and have a panic attack on the therapist's couch, and it’s continued when he sees an abandoned hotel in “Psycho Pete Returns.” What makes the episode sad is Frank’s determination to find his long lost friend and to see if he is actually okay. Talk about a gut-punching moment for the show.

2 Mac And Charlie Die

Mac and Charlie are definitely the gang’s whipping boys from time to time. Episodes like “Charlie Work” can show you just how much the gang takes each other for granted, and how easily dismissive they are about each other's problems and responsibilities. Mac and Charlie decide the only way to see if the gang really cares about them is to fake their death, and that’s exactly what they do.

The gang seems to not care at first before Charlie catches Frank alone in their apartment. He is found clutching a mannequin that is dressed in Charlie’s clothes and whispering “It’s okay, I like you too” over and over again.

1 Mac Finds His Pride

Mac’s sexuality has been joked about and referenced throughout every season of the show. In some cases, episodes revolve around it, and how far he goes to stay in the closet. He comes out but is often met with harsh criticism, specifically from Frank.

Mac decides the best way for everyone to understand how he feels is to put on a show, where he expresses himself through ballet. It worked as intended, leaving many of the people watching it in tears, including Frank. The last words spoken from the episode is Frank saying that “ I understand now.”

NEXT: IASIP: The Gang’s 10 Best Inventions

source https://screenrant.com/its-always-sunny-philidelphia-episodes-hit-close-home-tv-show/

#screenrant

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irish-nlessing · 8 years ago

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Making The Grade - St. Paddy’s Day

A/N: This is canon, and occurs shortly after MtG ends. Enjoy!

Niall had been insistent that Poppy come out for St. Patrick's Day with him, despite her lamenting that he should go out and enjoy time with his friends. He whined and nibbled at her earlobe, pulling her off his desk and onto his lap in his tiny office. “C’mon puppy, ya gotta come out. All my friends wanna meet you.” Poppy groaned at the nip of his teeth against her skin and at the ridiculous pet name he'd started using more frequently.

“I didn't think it was possible to make my name any more obnoxious, but you've done it Horan.”

Niall giggled softly into her skin and trailed his fingers across the perpetually tattered cuffs of her cozy sweatshirt. “You love it. Please come out with us. All my mates are flying in - even my idiot cousins that I haven't seen since last Christmas.”

At the mention of Christmas, Poppy’s resolve crumbled. Three months earlier, Niall had cancelled his plans to fly home to Ireland for Christmas when he found out Poppy was spending it alone, holed up in her apartment. She had argued with him that he hadn’t been home in a year, but his insistence that no one should be alone on Christmas was steadfast. It had ended up being one of the best holidays she’d ever had. Poppy sighed and twisted her slender fingers with his thick ones. “Ok. I'll come. I'll meet you guys out though, I've got to finish some articles. How will I be able to find you?”

Niall grinned mischievously and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You won't be able to miss us. Trust me.”

The pub was nearly bursting with people by the time Poppy pushed the heavy door open to squeeze in. A late winter storm had swept through, dusting the campus in a blanket of sloppy wet snowflakes. Brushing a few flakes out of her haphazard bun, she scanned the main room for signs of Niall and his friends.

The back of Poppy's throat prickled harshly, and she struggled to swallow through the tightness. Meeting people important to Niall was a whole level of intimacy she hadn't bargained for. She didn't even know what they were yet. She knew they were something - but the definition of what was actually happening had yet to be determined.

She straightened out her bright green sweatshirt, and double checked that her shamrock knee socks were pulled up over her leggings. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she figured everyone would be too drunk to notice. She pressed through the throngs of patrons sloshing green beer on each other and scanned the long bar. She heard him before she saw him. His boisterous laugh, the one that only came out when he was genuinely happy (or genuinely drunk) rolled through the air and she headed towards the sound. Nothing could've actually prepared Poppy for what she found at the end of the bar. Half a dozen guys were huddled around each other yelling incoherently. What was shocking though was that they were all wearing matching shamrock suits and flat caps. Actual green suits. Printed with shamrocks. One of the guys noticed Poppy hovering behind them and elbowed the hunched figure next to him. Poppy's confusion turned to bright amusement when Niall spun around and locked his gaze on her.

“Poppy puppy!”

Niall missed the look of sheer horror that passed over her face as he lunged towards her and wrapped her up in a bone-crushing hug. Releasing her, he spun them around to try and divvy out introductions. A pint of Guinness was pressed into her hand along with a shot glass filled to the brim with amber liquid. “Deo, Will, Greg, Matty, Martin. this is my -”, he swallowed and glanced sideways at her face, “this is Poppy.”

The boys all greeted her warmly, while Deo leaned forward to shout his greeting. “Nice t’meet you Niall's Poppy!” He smirked at her and winked over her shoulder at Niall. Poppy felt Niall’s fingers grip her shoulder a little tighter.

“Oh um it's just…..just Poppy.”

“Sure it is love. Slainte.”

Poppy nodded and tipped the shot glass to her lips forcing the burning liquid down her throat. Poppy actually hated shots but she was desperate to tamp down the awkwardness starting to consume her. She coughed harshly, sputtering out a breathy “Fuck! That's whiskey!” Niall just laughed and urged her to chase the shot with her pint.

“S’alright puppy, three or four more and you won't be able to taste it!” Niall's words slurred together slightly and Poppy eyed him.

“How many have you had, Horan?”

A languid smile spread across his face and he leaned, bumping the brim of his tweed cap against her forehead. “You're pretty.”

Poppy snorted and tugged he lapel of his ridiculous green jacket. “Thought so. Looks like I've got some catching up to do.”

The drinks kept flowing, with round after round pushed towards Poppy. Niall’s friends were loud, brash, and quite the handful. But the laughs came easily and Poppy ate up their wicked sense of humor. Niall stayed close by, his hand brushing across Poppy’s waist every time she leaned into him. Her brain felt fuzzy around the edges, happily muddled from the alcohol coursing through her veins. One of the bartenders flew by where they were camped out along the dark, worn wood of the bar and slung a few baskets of warm, soft breadsticks. The boys descended on them instantly, barely stopping to breathe as they clamored over each other. Poppy couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous they all looked - resembling a pack of hungry dogs rather than young men in their twenties. Niall popped up out of the feeding frenzy, his mouth filled with warm dough and turned to find Poppy. His eyes locked with hers and he thrust a breadstick towards her with a triumphant flourish. Poppy giggled and grabbed the breadstick pulling Niall along with it until he stumbled forward, nearly knocking into her.

“Thanks.”

Niall grinned and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Welcome. Got to get in quick with this lot, otherwise you’re liable to go hungry.”

“Wow, my hero.” Poppy smirked at him and started munching on her breadstick. Niall watched her the entire time with a dopey grin on his face. When she swallowed the last bite shook the crumbs off her fingers she finally looked back up at him and asked, “Why’re you staring at me weirdo?” Niall chuckled and shrugged at her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Cause you’re cute when you eat. Did you know you chew an equal amount of times on each side of your mouth?”

Poppy shot him a scowl, which only flamed his gentle teasing. “No, I didn’t know that. And it’s weird that you do.”

Niall’s cheeks tinged pink and he stepped forward to tug at Poppy’s shirt. When she was pressed against the cheap green fabric of his suit he tipped his head down towards her face. Poppy saw the tip of his tongue flick across his bottom lip just as his nose nudged into hers softly. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt the soft press of his lips against her own. For a moment she could only hear her own heart pounding in her ears, could only feel the scratchy polyester blend of the suit lapel clutched in her fingers. Just as the warmth of his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, the spell was broken by raucous shouting and catcalling from Niall’s friends. Poppy could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Niall pulled her closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. His shoulders jostled softly with his own laughter and Poppy could feel the giggles start to bubble from her own throat.

The hoots and hollers continued until Niall shuffled them both back into the fray of his friends. Poppy had always been uncomfortable with PDA and had consciously shied away from letting guys touch her or kiss her in public. Something about being with Niall tempered those feelings and she was almost positive it wasn’t the amount of alcohol in her system. When they were together she felt lighter - happier. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the sky seemed a little bit bluer. When Poppy had tried to explain to Sabrina how she felt around him, Sabrina had nodded in complete understanding. “So basically, he’s watered your crops, paid your bills, and given you life?” Poppy had stared at her friend and shook her head.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that means, Sabrina.”

“It means he makes you happy, dummy.”

Poppy had snorted and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the genuine smile that spread across her face. Happy. Niall made her happy.

“Oi! Earth to Poppy! Ya want another round or no?”

Poppy snapped her head to the side, startled out of her own head by the booming voice next to her ear. She peered into the grinning face of Deo, Niall’s raucous cousin. Smiling politely, she nodded, but put her hand out as he started to order for her. “Wait, something lighter than Guinness this time please.” Deo stared at her in horror, and slowly turned around so his back was facing her.

“Niall! Get over here! Your girlfriend doesn’t want to drink Guinness on the holiest day of the fuckin’ year!”

Poppy’s palms went clammy and she tugged frantically on Deo’s jacket. “No, no, I’m not - we’re not...” She felt an uncomfortable twist in her belly as she watched Niall cover the short distance back to her. She knew he had heard Deo refer to her as Niall’s girlfriend, and she couldn’t decide what was more terrifying - Niall confirming it, or denying it. Niall stepped up to Deo and swiftly smacked him upside the head.

“Deo, if your ma heard you refer to St. Paddy’s as the ‘holiest day of the fuckin’ year’ she’d have your arse in a sling. ‘Sides, nobody can actually drink that much Guinness - remember when you got pissed at Derek’s wedding after three pints?” Deo’s face fell into a deep pout and he crossed his arms petulantly. Niall let out a bellow of a laugh and slapped Deo so hard on the shoulder, he nearly sprawled across the bar. “Now, be a gentleman and ask the lady what she wants to drink. Or, better yet, get yer own girlfriend and leave mine alone.” Niall winked at Poppy, the bright grin on his face never faltering. Poppy’s mouth went dry but her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest. How could he possibly seem so at ease with a statement like that?

Deo mumbled under his breath and waved down the bartender. Niall reached his hand out and gently rubbed his thumb across Poppy’s fingers that were clenched in a tight fist. “S’that ok?” His voice was tentative, his eyes cast down at her fingers that were slowly loosening up at his touch.

“Is what ok?”

“That I called you my girlfriend.”

“Is that what you want to call me?”

Poppy watched his hand mold around her own, completely enveloping it into his grip. “Yeah, um, I’ve kinda already been doing it. Thought maybe I should ask before you hear it from someone else.”

Poppy pressed her lips into a line and thumbed jerkily over at Deo. “Well ya screwed the pooch on that one, Horan. Your idiot cousin just spilled the beans.” Niall sputtered out a laugh as Deo turned, pint in hand, and glowered at the pair.

“If you two are quite finished, I’m getting the fuck outta here. I didn’t fly halfway across the planet to get ridiculed.” He slid Poppy her drink, and stalked off towards a group of sorority sisters wearing tank tops emblazoned with glittery shamrocks over their nipples.

Niall shook his head and smiled down at Poppy, sipping her drink. “Hey girlfriend, you wanna get outta here?” Niall was wiggling his eyebrows with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. Poppy choked a little on the mouthful of beer she had and raised her eyebrow at him.

“That might be the worst line you’ve ever used on me.”

“Nah, I’m sure there’s been worse. What do ya say? Gonna come home with me?

Poppy felt a warm tingling start to spread all the way down into her toes. He was staring at her with such intensity, the clear blue of his eyes starting to darken under the dim lighting of the pub.

“Yeah, I wanna go home with you.” Poppy leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, both of them unable to contain their grins.

By the time they made it back to Niall’s apartment they were both clutching on to each other for warmth. Niall had refused to wear a coat, claiming it would “wreck his shamrock aesthetic.” Poppy, for her part, was only wearing thin leggings and the unexpected snow had soaked through her tennis shoes completely numbing her feet. Niall kicked the door shut behind them as they stumbled into his small living room, grabbing Poppy and rubbing her arms to try and get them warm. The entire room was covered in discarded clothes, and open suitcases from where his friends had abandoned their belongings.

“This place is a disaster.”

“Yeah, they’re right slobs. Won’t be back for a few hours, they can take care of it tomorrow.”

Poppy leaned further into Niall, trying to soak up some of the heat radiating from beneath his suit coat. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed his wide palms up and down her back. “You still cold?” His voice was muffled by Poppy’s ever-present sloppy bun.

“Yeah, I shoulda worn underwear under these stupid leggings. My ass is frozen.”

Niall’s hands froze in place on her lower back and she could feel his chest hitch with the deep breath he was holding. Poppy leaned back, and found his eyes wide as saucers. “What’s wrong?”

He swallowed slowly and started moving his hands lower on her back. “Are ya really not wearing any underwear?”

Poppy’s thighs pressed together at the deep rasp of his voice. She could see a faint blush starting to peek out over the neck of his white t-shirt and feel his bulge starting to grow against her hip. Emboldened by his reaction, she mustered up her courage and nipped at the stubble on his chin. “How about you find out for yourself?”

Niall rolled his head to the side and pulled her into his arms as tightly as he could. With a low grunt he gripped her legs and lifted her clear off the floor. Poppy yelped in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist. Stumbling down the short hallway, Niall was desperately trying to avoid the piles of towels and socks strewn across the floor. Tipping their bodies into the wall to steady them he cursed his slovenly guests. “Gonna break my fuckin’ neck before I can even taste ya. Bastards.” A rush of arousal swept through Poppy’s core and she clawed at his shoulders trying to get her mouth on any exposed skin she could find.

“Holy shit, please don’t hurt yourself. I want you so badly, even in this stupid suit.”

Niall let out a strangled laugh as he finally reached his bedroom. Luckily he had managed to keep the destruction out of his room and made it swiftly over to his bed. Poppy bounced onto the mattress in a heap and quickly pulled off her sweatshirt and top. Niall tossed his hat and jacket into a pile on the floor and climbed over her. “You look beautiful, puppy.”

Poppy smirked and reached for the button on his pants. “First of all I’m wearing a ratty sports bra and leggings, Niall. That should not turn you on. Second, I’m your girlfriend so you have to say things like that.”

Niall cut her off quickly, dipping his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck and kissing down across her shoulders. “Could be wearin’ a paper bag and you’d turn me on.” He trailed his thumbs across the front of her black sports bra making her nipples harden instantly. “Say it again for me?” Poppy was confused for a moment until she saw the tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. She ran her nails lightly up his arms making goosebumps spread across his skin.

“Girlfriend. I’m your girlfriend. You’re my boyfriend, Niall.”

The smile that had been pulling at his lips broke wide across his face. The excitement and affection that was written across his face was contagious and Poppy felt her own grin erupt. Reaching up to the thin cotton of his shirt she yanked him down and pushed her lips to his in a desperate kiss. She pulled at the hem of his shirt and hooked her legs around him trying desperately to feel as much of his body as possible all at once. He finally broke from her grasp and sat back to pull his shirt off from behind his shoulders. Reaching up through the smattering of dark hair on his chest, Poppy pinched playfully at one of his small nipples. He let out a small hiss and jerked out of her reach. “Hey, don’t damage the goods!”

Poppy laughed and stretched her arms above her head. Niall’s eyes followed the arch of her ribcage as her chest was pushed up, straining against the stretchy material of her bra.

“Well excuse me, I was under the impression you were going to find out if I was wearing panties or not.”

Niall raised his eyebrows and scooted back on the bed. Hooking his long fingers into the waistband of her leggings he slowly pulled them down her legs. The air in his bedroom felt cool against the heated skin of her hips. “Fuuuuuuck.” Niall let out a low breath at the sight of Poppy sprawled out underneath him, soft and pliant. He pushed the bright green slacks off his hips, taking his matching Irish flag boxers with them. Poppy giggled and put her hands over her eyes.

“Those are the most ridiculous boxers I’ve ever seen Niall. Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re wearing them!”

“Well, technically I’m not wearing them anymore puppy. Besides, they’re patriotic.”

“Get over here you dork.”

“Sorry puppy, little busy down here.”

With a devilish smirk Niall wrapped his arms underneath Poppy’s thighs and dipped his tongue gently into her mound. Poppy’s thighs tensed under Niall’s fingertips and a low moan escaped from her lips. Spurred on by her reaction, Niall felt a surge of confidence strumming through his entire body. He kissed, licked, and worshipped Poppy’s body trying desperately to convey his overwhelming desire and affection through each sweep of his greedy tongue.

Poppy scraped her short nails through the mess of bleached tips on his head, holding him in place. This wasn’t the first time she and Niall had been in this position before, but the weight of their newfound commitment to each other had charged the room’s atmosphere. Poppy felt Niall’s hand slip from her thigh and trail to her center. He pushed his fingers into her drenched core, moaning into her swollen clit at the feeling of her slick walls squeezing his digits. Niall’s hips were rutting into his duvet trying to ease the overwhelming pressure in his length. He could sense that Poppy was getting closer to her release, and as desperately as he wanted to feel it and taste it around his lips and fingers, he wanted to see her face when she tipped over the edge even more. He pulled his fingers from her and dragged his wet lips down the sticky skin of her thigh. Poppy growled in frustration and dragged her shoulders off the mattress to stare down at Niall.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“I wanna make love to ya.”

“Ok, why are you asking me? Normally you just kinda, like, stick it in.”

“Jesus Christ Poppy - you make me sound like a fuckin’ caveman.”

Poppy scrunched her nose and started giggling at their predicament. Poor Niall was practically crawling out of skin with want for her, his cock throbbing and leaking against her leg. They were both panting shallow breaths and she could see a light sheen of her own arousal on his chin.

“Why are we the worst, Ni?”

Niall hung his head and chuckled. He tugged at Poppy’s bra. She pulled the spandex over her head and tossed it to the floor. He settled himself between her legs and savored the feeling of her hardened nipples pressing into his chest with each swell of her chest.

“We’re not the worst puppy. We’re just us.”

Poppy smiled and pulled his face down to her own. Their tongues met in soft sweeps against each other. Poppy tipped her hips up and wrapped her leg around the swell of Niall’s bum, pulling him into her center. They both sighed at the feeling, Poppy felt a delicious stretch and fullness as he pressed into her. Niall’s toes curled at the feeling of her warmth enveloping every inch of his length and nearly burst when he realized how wet he’d made her. They moved unhurriedly and enjoyed the feeling of being so connected. Poppy dragged her nails down the broad expanse of Niall’s back and arched her back.

“I’m getting really close Ni”

“Me too, me too….not yet though, hold on to it.”

Poppy clenched down and tried desperately to stave off the rapidly approaching release uncoiling in her abdomen. Niall slipped his huge hand behind her head, cradling her softly and ran the pad of his thumb across her cheek. He pressed his forehead down to hers and she matched his grip, gripping onto his damp neck with her small hand and holding him in place as they breathed each other in.

“Fuck, Poppy. Please, I’m gonna come love, ok?”

“Niall - it feels so good, make me come.”

He dropped a wet kiss to her lips and dragged his teeth across her bottom lip. With another deep thrust they both released with throaty cries that faded into the thick air in his small room.

As they came down Poppy could only hear their labored breaths and the dull echo of party goers on the streets outside. Niall rolled off Poppy and pulled her into his arms. He pushed the hair back off her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Gonna stay here with me tonight, yeah?”

“Only if you promise to make me breakfast in the morning.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make ya breakfast?”

“A shitty one.”

Niall huffed out a laugh and pressed another kiss to her lips. “Well we can’t have that now can we?”

Poppy hummed and burrowed her nose into his neck and inhaled his worn scent deeply. “Nope. Definitely can’t have that.”

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Clenched Fists: The Plateau (Chapter 4)

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

So I went somewhere dark here; Percie went somewhere dark. But Percie’s supposed to be quite dark and Josh is kinda bringing her back into the light . . . I dunno.

Anyway! The first part of this is in Percie’s first person right after the drugs ordeal in the last part. Remember Hal is completely inside her head and it’s from her perspective so it’s him manipulating her thoughts.

I have to partly give credit for some of the darkness to @b-o-y-a who’s got some incredible art on his page that I was scrolling through at midnight last night before I realised I needed to switch it up. So go check that out!!

Without further ado: Chapter 4

Words: 6000

Warnings: domestic abuse, emotional abuse, violence, descriptions of death, drugs, knives, guns, mentions of/implied self-harm.

I sat in silence.

It had been three days since Hal had forced the cocaine on me and since then

I’d had a bump near enough every two hours until bed where we played family and he got his Percie back.

I hadn’t called Josh like I’d promised. I couldn't face him while I was like this.

He was my redemption; my light at the end of the tunnel and I’d just fallen further into the rabbit hole.

I scratched at my neck, an anxious habit in an attempt to relieve myself of the feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Feeling my hair had fallen out of the messy bun, I pulled out the hairband, barely feeling the knots it pulled from my scalp before redoing my hair and sitting back against the headboard.

The penthouse was filling with an eerie sort of red from the sunset. Red had always been a colour I associated with Hal and I could feel it in my chest that this was when Hal woke up.

That night, after he’d fucked me into the mattress, he actually pulled me into him. He hadn't done that in a long time. He breathed me in and said “I only do these things because I love you. You know that right?” I paused, not believing him so he moved away and rolled me so that he was leaning over me and I was looking up to him. “Right?”

I nodded.

He sighed. “When you do these things, Percie, it feels like you don't need me anymore. If you don’t want to be on the drugs, tell me and I won’t insist-“ “I do!” that was the remaining cocaine talking and despite my despising the man over me, I rolled him and placed a and to his chest. “And I do need you. I’ll always need you.”

He kissed me, his lips so different to Josh’s, fake emotion being the only thing driving them against mine.

We’d returned to the original position and slept the night. Maybe things could get better, I’d thought to myself.

I shifted on the sheets, sitting in my thoughts while Hal messed around in his office. I could hear him on the phone. I couldn't hear what he was saying but he was using his business tone of voice.

Then there was silence.

The door opened and Hal walked into the room. “Get ready, something's about to end.”

I smiled like I always did and jumped from the bed. “How long do I have?”

“Thirty minutes.”

I pecked his lips with a hand on his chest. “Perfect.”

“And wear that dress . . . the black one.”

“The tight one?” I looked over my shoulder at him and found him smirking.

“You bet.”

I changed out of my oversized tee shirt and into the dress he requested before applying the usual makeup. My skin was relatively good so I covered the blemishes and applied a dark, red to grey and black eyeshadow with the usual cat-eye and dark eyeliner. On my lips I stroked a deep red-brown matte and let my curls fall naturally.

I heard Hal walk in and watched him in the mirror. He pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck. He leant over me and looked to the chokers in the box on the table. “Wear this one.” He pulled out a thick lace one.

I wordlessly pulled up my hair so he could clip it at the back and then fix it in the position in which he wanted it on my neck. “Stunning. Stand.”

I obeyed and stood before him, naturally crossing my ankles, sending my shoulders backward and my ass out and placing one hand to my hip while popping it at the other side.

He smiled. “Perfect, they’ll all want you.”

“Where are we going?”

“The Black Flag.”

I smiled, knowing exactly what types of things went down there.

Warped by the drugs and the way Hal had me feeling like his queen again, I followed him to the car and sat wordlessly while he drove us to the pub.

All of Hal’s business went down in either the Black Flag or the Warehouse. The Warehouse was for a certain type of client; usually a new one who needed persuading that Hal had the resources and people to make something work. The Black Flag was for long-time clients who’d either pissed him off or needed a re-evaluation.

I came in more handy in the Warehouse where Hal was trying to flaunt everything he owned but the Black Flag was where things got fun, there was something more insulting to a client about me being present while they were being schooled on how to be a criminal.

We pulled up outside and he parked.

By the cars, everyone was already there.

Good.

Nobody kept Hal waiting.

I took Hal’s arm and walked inside the pub.

It had been all but cleared out. The only people allowed in when business was going down were the red-lace skins who sometimes came in handy when Hal needed people who were disposable but verified nutters. The other people inside were gangsters who Hal was associated with.

At the table in the corner, a man was sat at a two person table. He was old and ugly but his suit told me he was rich. By his skin he was a druggie and by his rings he was a dealer. He had two men behind him who stood also in expensive suits with their arms crossed.

I went to the bar and got Hal a whiskey and myself a glass of red wine that Hal ordered in especially for me.

I left the wine on the side and swaggered over to place Hal’s glass on the table.

Business was already underway but the other mans eyes stuck to me like glue as I leant over, my back perfectly arched to accentuate both my breasts and butt.

I noticed and winked to Hal, a silent message told the other man I was Hal’s and told Hal I had successfully distracted the man should that come in handy later.

I walked back over to the bar and perched on the stood, next to Paddy, on of Hal’s men. I didn’t talk to him and he didn’t talk to me but it made the man at the table think I needed protecting when in reality, I’d be the death of him if he were to die tonight.

I pulled my phone out of my bra and started surfing social media, pretending to be uninterested in the business.

I was actually hearing every word. He was a drug dealer and he was a dealer that Hal was trying to absorb. Hal wanted his facilities but he was trying to convince the man to remain running them.

This was a routine, the man would say no and he’d end up dead with one of the henchmen running the business as soon as Hal absorbed it.

I was watching the men behind him.

I’d always been good at reading people but one of them kept looking over to me.

Understandable but unnecessary.

It wouldn't be him.

The other man on the other hand was focused on Hal; gripped to his every word and professional in his composure.

He was much better.

I pulled up my messages and text Hal simply with the word ‘Left’ and he understood.

“No!” The man stood, outraged from the table. “I will not be insulted in such a way! You invite me here to discus a deal! Well this is no deal! This is not a merger! This is you taking everything I’ve worked for and giving me an unacceptable cut.”

I scoffed obnoxiously at how he hadn't figured it out.

Hal couldn’t have a fallen man running a part of his company; a man who possibly knew the workers and wanted revenge for his fall from grace. That would lead to mutiny. Hal needed someone who knew the workings but had been granted power by him; who could be thankful to Hal for such a privilege.

Hal leant back in the chair and that was my cue.

I stood and swaggered over as Hal finished his whiskey and walked over to the bar.

The men all turned to look at Hal but the leader was distracted by me giving Hal enough time to pounce forward and force the man against the wall and me enough time to vault the table and take the other weak man to the floor leaving the one we’d chosen helpless as he stared at him boss and workmate in rather compromising situations.

I had a blade to the mans neck, straddling his waist and my eyes and mouth wide with a convincing mask of temptation to drive it into his throat.

There was a flicker in my minds eyes of everything that was wrong with this.

I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to run so far away. In that moment I could’ve dropped the knife and let the man go and just sobbed. I wanted Josh and if Hal was going to keep me here I’d rather die.

But I needed Hal to think he had me back.

I felt guilty for not calling Josh and needed to apologise as soon as possible.

Hearing Hal talking bought me back. I had to think of the plan and Josh could wait for a moment, I needed to fix this before we could ever be together.

“You’re a narrow minded man if you think I’d ever want you running a part of my company.”

It’s funny what men will sat with a gun to their head. “Please, no.” He all but whined. “I’ll be loyal.” He lied. “I’ll do anything you say.”

I looked down to the man beneath me. He was young, maybe my age with blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I didn't want him to die. I was the reason he was meeting this fate. I wondered if he had a family or pets who’d go unfed now that he was gone or maybe he had nobody but this business and that was probably sadder than all the other options. But it was him or me.

I chose me as the boss’ brain matter got splattered against the back wall and Hal let the body fall to the floor.

I smiled devilishly like the routine called for.

Hal stood over us and looked at the man. “And what about you?” He said. “I could let Percie have her fun . . . she does like that knife. Or you can swear your loyalty to me and I let you go.”

“Please!” The man begged, looking at me and I pressed the point of the knife to the gap in his jawline under his chin. “I was loyal to Alf, I’ll be loyal to you. I know everything to know about that company . . . I can help you.”

The tension in the room reached a peak as Hal sighed and walked away. “I don’t need you but I’ll let you go.”

I pouted but removed myself from atop the man.

He stood, thanking profusely and shaking uncontrollably before running for the door.

Whereupon Hal pulled out his gun again and fired another bullet.

A human body makes a horrible sound when it hits the floor. Obviously, he was dead before he hit the floor but he contorted in an impossible way and cracked on the way down.

Everything stopped and Hal gestured for me to go over as he addressed the last man standing. He kissed me and I hummed against him as he swept his arm over my shoulder. “Great job baby girl."

He looked tot he stocky man before us and weighed him up before speaking. “Want to run Alf’s company?”

The man paused, confused before straightening and nodding. “Yes sir.”

“Excellent. we’ll be in touch.”

A taken-over company, a new man in charge and two men bleeding into the laminate.

I had to get out.

I had to talk to Josh and I had to get out.

Three Months Later

Josh didn’t have to wait long before Percie managed to convince Hal that it would be a good idea to let her go to Ohio and scope out the situation. She told him she could prove she wasn’t a risk to him if things did go south.

A week or so before she was set to go, Josh found a stressed Tyler at his door, all but begging him to play a backyard show with him the next Friday.

He tried to tell him he had a gig eight hours away on Thursday night so it’d be impossible for him to get back in time, plus Percie was supposed to be coming over for the weekend.

With Tyler practically begging, he said he might be able to swing and drive through the night to get down to Ohio in time and he should be able to convince Percie to get to the gig instead of his flat.

So he called Percie while Tyler was still sat in his living room and said: “Change of plans.” as he walked into the kitchen

“Josh . . .” She warned, expecting him to say they’d have to cancel.

“No, no, PJ. It’s not bad it’s just a little more complicated.”

“Okay, go on.”

“I’ve been asked to play a gig Friday night starting at 8 so with set up time I’ll have to be there at about 5 and-“

“I land at 6.” She said, understanding so far. “Well why don’t I just get the taxi to where your gig is? I’ll only have a rucksack so it’s not even like I have to go back to yours or anything.”

“Really? Yeah, that’d be perfect!” He exclaimed, getting gradually more and more excited about the idea of playing with Tyler and still having Percie be able to visit.

“Okay, that’s what I’ll do. Tell me the address when you get it. Who are you playing with?”

“Tylers band, twenty one pilots. Their drummer can’t make it. Looks like tomorrow is the only day we can practice though and I’m supposed to be working.”

“Shit, what’re you gonna do?”

“I think I’m gonna just quit.”

She paused on the other end and he worried she might disapprove. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’m not living for plan B, ya know?”

He all but heard her smile on the other line. “Then do it. What if this band blows up and you’re still working at guitar centre at thirty?”

He laughed. “So you’re cool with me quitting?”

“Yeah, babe. It’s your life, do what you think is best.”

Josh wasn’t completely prepared for the relief that washed over him but it was evident of how much Percie meant to him that if she didn’t want him to quit, he might not have done it. “Okay,” He said, smiling wide. “Thanks . . . I mean. Cool!”

He heard her chuckle. “Josh, do what you want. I’m excited to see you either way.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“Shut up.” She smiled then released a sigh. “I have to go.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ll talk to you later.”

The urge to say ‘love you’ after every conversation was getting greater. He thought now, if he did say it, at least he wouldn’t be lying. He didn’t put too much thought into it, didn’t want to think about it until he knew she was ready for him to say it but the urge was there and when he thought it, he knew he wasn't lying.

So he quit his job the next day and went to practice with Tyler which just felt . . . right.

And by the weekend when he was driving through the night from Winnipeg, he felt ready.

The band dropped him off with the kit, paid him and then left him and Tyler to finish uo setting up with the other band that was going to play before them.

They guy who's parents owned the house showed them where they could store their bags and such and where the toilets were and fridge if they wanted a drink. He was a nice lad, someone Josh didn’t know but Tyler clearly knew well.

Josh set up his drums while Tyler had a quick catch up with the host. It was a relatively quick job for him: assemble the snare and cymbals and make sure everything’s in the right place. He had to kit-share with the drummer from the other band but that was standard for these kinds of gigs, the guy had his own crash’s so Josh had no problems.

People started arriving not long after; filling in through the front door and the back gate, immediately opening up whatever beers they’d had and occasionally contributing food to the barbecue that had been warming up for the better part of two hours.

Josh grabbed one beer and nursed it for altogether too long while he watched the first band. He spaced out for a significant amount of time, his brain only coming around when a new person walked in the garden and his chest clenched hoping it might be her but so far it hadn’t been.

He spotted Tyler walking his unsuspecting way over to him; shoulders hunched in a kind of way that almost said he hoped nobody spoke to him. He had a small smile of eagerness on his lips as he came up to Josh. “Hey man, what are these guys like?” He spun to look at the kind of generic pop punk band on the boards that were making a make-do stage.

“Not bad, they sound like Jimmy Eat World with less agro.”

Tyler laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Was time’s your girl gonna get here?”

“I don't know, she had to get a taxi from the airport.” It was getting a little late and he was growing more and more concerned. Maybe she hadn’t even got on the plane, he had no idea what might have happened to her before she was set to come. If she had gotten on the plane maybe she hasn't planned enough money to get the taxi to the new place. He could feel his muscles tensing with anxiety so he took a quick sip of the beer as an excuse to roll is shoulders and try to ease the tension.

“Did she not call when she landed?”

Josh suddenly realised that Tyler didn’t know the full story. All he’d told Tyler was that she had ties in Boston that meant she couldn’t see him as often as they’d like and the possibility of moving in together was off the card for the time being.

Josh just shrugged which lead Tyler to frown.

They stood in a weird silence for a while, something that didn’t happen to them often.

Josh took a deep breath as if to correct himself but Tyler started talking. “So I’ve met someone.” He said.

Josh paused, not expecting that change in subject. “Really?”

Tyler looked down bashfully and nodded. “Yeah.”

“What’s her name?”

“Jenna. She came to a gig the other day and was so . . . unfazed. She just . . .” He wondered how to describe it. “She makes my brain silent and I’ve never met anyone like that before.”

Josh smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Well congrats man.”

“Thanks, maybe we can have a double date soon. I want her to meet you guys.”

Josh nodded, knowing internally that it was unlikely they’d have enough time and she’d be around for long enough to make the time.

It seemed to be a pattern that the striking purple caught his vision before his brain even properly registered her presence and even though the purple was more pastel than before, he knew it was her.

He dropped his beer, his excitement propelling him into action as she looked around the garden to find him.

He headed straight for her and she spotted him. Her emerald met his brown and she grinned, opening her arms and letting him scoop her up.

She was wearing black skinnies with a black vest and a thick mens flannel with her usual pair of Doc Martens (in oxblood this time).

In his rush to get over to her, the force of his body meeting hers sent them tumbling in an oddly graceful dance backwards and then finally to the floor.

He spun them midair for fear of landing atop her and hurting her and the first thing that met his senses was her as he readjusted to the horizontal position; her laugh, the feel of her body, the green of her eyes and the smell of her vanilla body spray.

She was laughing joyously at their sudden position on the floor and the way her hair fell as she leant her hands on his chest and moved back to look at him blocked out anything else around them.

He was aware Tyler had been watching and had taken a picture of them on the floor and a few of the people watching the band had noticed and chuckled to themselves, unknowing exactly but understanding.

“I missed you so much.” He said, raising a hand to her cheek.

She grinned and paused for a moment before leaning down and pressing her lips to his. She hummed and leant back. “I missed you too.”

She flicked her hair back gracefully looking down cheekily from her position straddling him. He chuckled, not letting him look to see if anyone was looking as she stood up and put her hand out to lever him up too.

As soon as he was on his feet, he grabbed her hips and kissed her quickly again. “How was the flight?”

“Stressful.” She rolled her eyes. “We hit turbulence and I was actually prepared to die!” She joked. “I was playing my favourite song on repeat, prepared to die to it.”

Josh laughed. “Which song?”

“I’d lose my entire reputation if I told you that.”

“Oh come on! You’ve got to tell me now!” He exclaimed.

“Nope!” She moved her face away from his with faux stubbornness. When she looked back he was smiling gently like he hadn’t quite meant his happiness to spread to his lips. She kissed him again like she couldn’t get enough.

“You ready to meet Tyler?” Josh asked.

“Yes!” She exclaimed.

“Okay, he doesn't know about Hal. He thinks you’re just staying in Boston because of the band so try not to mention anything about that.”

She nodded understandingly. “Okay, noted.”

Tyler was smiling as he pushed himself off of the fence and gave a quick wave.

Percie smiled and returned the gesture.

Josh felt warmth spread even further through his veins. “Tyler, this is Percie. PJ, this is Tyler.”

“Nice to meet you.” They said in chorus, making all three of them pause, stare between themselves an then start laughing.

“Do you want a drink?” Josh asked Percie.

“Anything with alcohol in it after that flight.”

Josh looked to a vaguely confused Tyler and explained. “They hit turbulence.” Then he looked pointedly at Percie. “And she wont tell me what song she was going to die to.”

Tyler laughed and then adopted a faux seriousness. “Well that information is very personal, Josh . . . like if she wanted to die to the Backstreet Boys, it could be very threatening to her reputation!”

“Or maybe Britney Spears?” Josh theorised, knowing exactly what Tyler was doing.

“Michael Buble?”

“Westlife?”

“Okay, okay!” She insisted, pointing jokingly at the two of them. “I know exactly what you’re doing and I’m still. Not. Telling you.” She prodded Josh’s chest to accentuate the seriousness of every word.

Josh nodded with an overly-accepting air. “Yeah, okay, I believe you.” He started walking towards the house to get her a drink. She looked exasperatedly at Tyler but Tyler’s eyes were on Josh as the drummer turned back and loudly whispered “Wham!”

Tyler laughed as Percie swung and slapped his ass as retaliation and then replied with “Jonas Brothers.”

“Ooh, good one!” He jogged slightly to get further away from Percie with a cheeky smirk.

Percie turned her attention to Tyler. “You two are going to be the bane of my existence when you’re together aren’t you?”

Tyler pulled air through his teeth and nodded. “Definitely.”

She sighed dramatically. “Dammit!” and then turned her attention to the band.

“So these guys any good?”

“They’re not bad.” He shrugged. “The crowd seem to like them.”

“And you guys are on next?”

“Yeah, Nick’s around here somewhere but we’ve lost him. He's our bassist, I’m sure Josh’ll introduce you.”

She nodded. “So drums, bass and . . . guitar?” She guessed.

“Piano.” He corrected.

“Oh cool!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I used to play when I lived at home but I haven’t played since I moved out.” She realised her tiny mistake that could lead to her asking why she didn’t go home, instead he was looking at her wrist.

He reached out almost without thinking and touched the elastic band on her wrist. “Is that . . ?”

She stared, wondering if he truly knew. He caught on and held out his own wrist to show his own rubber band.

She swallowed with a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“How long?”

“Six months . . . meeting Josh.” She confessed. Tyler smiled. “You?”

“Almost two years.” He shrugged. “I’m thinking about getting a tattoo to commemorate two years and taking the band off.”

She nodded. “If you feel ready then do it, man.”

Josh came up behind her and placed a hand on her hip, handing her the cider bottle he knew she’d like. Tyler gestured slightly at Josh towards her as if asking if he knew. She shook her head discretely and then smiled at Josh, thanking him and pecking his lips.

The band on the make-do stage bought their set to a close and Tyler and Josh straightened, preparing themselves to go on almost immediately. Percie kissed Josh and wished him luck, he smiled, lingering in that moment before saying “Thanks.” And jogging to warm himself up.

She smiled as he sat down behind the drums and they three members started finely tuning their instruments and Josh changing the cymbals.

Adjusting the sound slightly and finishing up, the people had started to pack into the garden to see the band. Percie stayed where Josh had left her against the fence where she could still see through the people to see the band.

Tyler approached the mic somewhat cautiously. “I hope you guys know this one.”

He pressed a button on the mac and a track started of somewhat ambient, kinda trippy music came through the amps. She smiled, not quite having expected it. It was profoundly different to the music she played or even listened to. Though she could hear a somewhat Death Cab for Cutie or Postal Service type influence, they sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before.

Josh’s drumming was actually quite intense, she was rarely ever impressed by drummers but he hit hard and she could see him getting gradually more and more lost in the music as the song went on.

Tyler started off somewhat nervous; eyes closed and voice weak but as it picked up he got more passionate, abandoning the piano and standing upon it much to the joy of the crowd.

They played with a conviction that she wasn’t prepared for and Tyler and Josh just fed off of each other. She suddenly wondered why Josh wasn’t a full-time member, surely their original drummer didn’t give as much energy as Josh and if he did she needed to see what the original band was like.

The sound of sirens was so normal to her that she barely even registered the sound as two cop-cars pulled up outside and four officers walked into the garden, gesturing for them to cut the sound.

Having suddenly realised her predicament what with being the girlfriend of a Bostonian gangster and being in a city where the police literally hated her guts, she attempted to mix into the crowd while still hanging back waiting for Josh as the police announced that they’d had a noise complaint and the show had to be shut down.

She ran up to Josh, a vague form of panic in her eyes. “Josh, I need to get past these cops without getting seen.” She said quietly as he moved form the stage.

“Still?” He asked, taking her hand.

“Yeah still.” She looked around quickly to get tabs on all of the police officers . . . two of which just so happened to be heading their way. “Shit.”

“Just keep my hand and keep your head down.”

She nodded as the officers came over. Tyler was next to them suddenly, somewhat annoyed since they hadn’t even got through their first song. “Who complained?” He asked the police as they stood before them, one female and one male.

“We’re not at liberty to give you that information.” The male said. “But will you guys have any problem loading out?”

“No, we’ll be fine.”

Percie had kept her eyes down, sticking close to Josh as the drummer observed the conversation. Wondering if either officer was looking at her, she looked up where she met a stern blue set of female eyes.

There was a pause. “Say, miss? Could you give me your name?”

Percie swallowed and paused, trying not to be her usual self around cops. Her eyes were doing the shifty thing when she did when she was nervous as her hand squeezed Josh’s a little tighter. To make it stop, she looked the woman straight in the eyes and spoke. “I don’t have to do that.”

She could feel Tyler getting confused next to her as the female cop met her hostility. “Actually, you do if I have reason to believe you’ve committed an offence.”

“And do you want to know my name because I personally have committed an offence?”

Luckily the majority of people in the garden had cleared out quickly, leaving only a few stragglers and the host talking to the other two cops.

The cop was caught there so hit back. “No but I do believe you to be associated with the man who killed two people in Columbus two years ago.”

“What?” Josh asked, more towards Percie than to cop. He knew Hal had had problems in Ohio . . . he didn’t know he’d killed someone.

The cop was the one who replied however. “And you are?!”

That made Josh pause. “Her boyfriend.”

Percie looked quickly over to him and he met her glance with a smile. She chuckled bashfully and smiled.

The cop paused and looked to Percie. “Miss? Are you or are you not associated with Hal Devine?”

She swallowed and blinked a few times. “I am.”

“Okay, I’m going to need some ID. Preferably a valid drivers licence with proof of address.”

She pulled her purse out and handed it to the cop. Slowly her hand slipped from Josh’s, knowing exactly how this was going to go down.

The woman looked at her and showed the ID to the make cop. “Okay,” He said. “Persephone O’Brien, we’re arresting you for assisting the acts of Henry Devine in Ohio which lead to the death of two people.” Josh sighed and Percie complied, turning so they could handcuff her.

“What?!” Tyler exclaimed, almost laughing at the situation. “Seriously?” A pointed look from Josh made the disbelieving smile disappear as he redirected the question with a newfound reality. “Seriously?”

Josh just nodded. “Seriously.” Before looking to Percie. “What do you want me to do?”

“They’ll just question me, I’ve never been involved in anything Hal did. I’ll call you when they post bail or let me go.” Josh had tried to be calm, almost expecting it since the police had come over but the gravity was only just now hitting and his anxiety was causing the usual problems. “Relax,” She said, seeing his chest rise quicker than before with his panicking. “It’ll be okay. Just load out and stay with Tyler or something.” She redirected to Tyler. “Look after him? I’m sorry you had to be dragged into this.”

Tyler, still confused but persuaded by his liking of Percie, nodded and said it was fine.

Percie twisted to peck Josh’s lips and tell him she’d call him as soon as possible before she was taken away.

Percie had been sat in the mundane cell for almost three hours. As per she’d been searched and asked to relinquish her possessions. The woman at the desk said someone would take her for questioning soon.

She hated silence. She was prone to overthinking. Most people invested in music are and music silences the brain; it did for her anyway. In here she wasn't even allowed earphones, that made her quite volatile.

If her brain wouldn’t silence itself willingly, she had to block it out and that was not a good headspace to be in.

So as she waited, sitting on the bed against the wall on her own, she started hearing other people being bought in and officers having conversations. She hoped to God that Hal hadn’t found out she’d been arrested . . . she could deal with this on her own.

The door opened and the female officer from before opened the door and asked her to follow her. The handcuffs were put on her again as they walked to the room where she’d be questioned where she was then chained to the table. Percie toyed with the chain for a moment, figuring its weigh and strength just out of a habit of knowing things, like exactly how much trouble she was in. Her conclusion was not much.

The woman and a new man sat down. Percie stared at the chain for a moment longer as if in a trance before she finally looked up.

She watched the two as they explained the formalities to the recording device on the table.

“Do you remember where you were on September 16, 2008?”

“At Hal’s apartment in Boston.”

“With Hal?”

She shook her head. “No, Hal had gone away on business.”

“To where?”

She stared at the officer. “He didn’t tell me but I suspect somewhere in Ohio.”

“Suspect?”

“He wasn’t himself when he came back. I think something went wrong with whatever he planned.”

“You think he was involved in the deaths that night?”

She paused and stared at the woman. “Do you?” That explained it all really.

“And if you suspected this, why didn’t you come forward to the police?”

“Would you go to the police about a person like Hal?”

“I would if people had died.” The man said.

Percie stared at him, her face a bemused kind of relaxed, still almost trance-like. “Unfortunately, I didn’t want to be next.”

The man went quiet and the woman took over. “So self-preservation? That’s why?”

“You could say so.” She shrugged. “Besides, it was just a hunch. I never get clued in on anything Hal does.”

They didn’t quite believe her and rightly so. She knew enough base information to take Hal’s operations down from the bottom but if she did that she’d definitely end up dead.

The woman paused and then looked at her arms where Percie was conscious there were bruised fingerprints on her forearm. She leant forward. “Percie, there’s a long list of things we want Hal for . . . adding domestic abuse would not be a problem if only you’ll testify.”

Percie frowned so the woman continued. “If you’ll make a statement, we can send it to Boston and get Hal arrested. Percie, we’d get him arrested for long enough to gather evidence on everything else and put him away for a long time.”

Her frown deepened. “I can’t. That’s not how this works.”

“How does this work?”

She realised this was a police officer she was talking to and sighed. “It doesn’t.”

“Okay, interview concluded at 10.42, witness deemed innocent and released.” she said to the recorder. She pressed the button and looked to Percie. “Is there anyone we can call to pick you up?”

“Josh.”

“Do you know his number?”

She chuckled. “Off by heart.”

Chapter 5

#Josh dun #josh dun x oc #josh dun fic #josh dun fanfic #josh dun imagone #imagine #twenty one pilots fanfiction #twenty one pilots fic #clenched fists #Percie #JDxPJ #smut

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junker-town · 7 years ago

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Rory McIlroy picks best friend to caddie at WGC Bridgestone, PGA Championship

Harry Diamond will reportedly carry the bag for old pal Rory McIlroy at Firestone and in the PGA Championship.

Rory McIlroy has yet to choose a permanent bagman but at least for the upcoming PGA Tour event at Firestone and next week’s final major on the men’s calendar he will have his closest friend, Harry Diamond, filling in for the fired J.P. Fitzgerald, according to multiple reports.

McIlroy’s representatives have said he will not confirm nor deny the Diamond report — or formally discuss the caddie issue — until he meets the press Wednesday at 2 p.m. ET from Firestone Country Club, site of this week’s WGC-Bridgestone Invitational. Diamond is at least one oddsmaker’s favorite to take over caddie duties permanently, though Paddy Power will let you bet that Phil Mickelson’s ex-caddie Jim “Bones” Mackay, Tiger Woods’ currently inactive bagman Joe LaCava, or even Romeo from Tin Cup, among others, will eventually hand Rory his clubs, so do with that what you will.

McIlroy, who split with Fitzgerald after nine years, four major championship titles, and an X-rated kick in the pants from his long-time looper at the British Open, needed someone to handle the luggage on an emergency basis and Diamond fit the profile. As an only child, McIlroy could not call on a brother to take the bag, as Mickelson did when he and Mackay parted ways last month.

Diamond has been McIlroy’s friend since both were kids in Holywood, Northern Ireland, and he served as best man at the McIlroy-Erica Stoll wedding in April. He is also not a newbie on Rory’s bag, having looped for the former world No. 1 at the 2005 Irish Open and 2014 Alfred Dunhill Links, according to the Belfast Telegraph.

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Rory and Harry at the 2014 Dunhill Links.

Diamond, who knows his way around a golf course, also helped his pal with his shaky putting a year ago.

“I talked also to a good buddy of mine, Harry Diamond, about putting, as well,” McIlroy said during the 2016 WGC-Cadillac Championship, where he finished T3. “He’s a great putter and a great amateur player in his own right. He’s very knowledgeable about the game, and sent him a couple of videos.”

The timing of the Rory-J.P. divorce is interesting, since McIlroy lauded Fitzgerald for saving him from an early exit from Royal Birkdale with a motivational “You’re Rory McIlroy — what the f*** are you doing?” talking-to early in the first round.

[J.P.] did a great job,” McIlroy told reporters after carding an outgoing-nine 39 and coming in with a 32. “J.P. kept me positive out there, so that was very much appreciated.”

How quickly fortunes change in golf. Just two rounds on, McIlroy said a wrong club selection led to a double-bogey on the 10th hole and it’s no secret who gets the blame when a golfer uses an incorrect stick.

So, welcome to the Harry Diamond era — as long as it lasts. While Diamond is a decent player and teamed up with McIlroy in Ulster youth golf and beyond, he also owns and manages several pubs in Belfast, according to the Telegraph, so it’s unclear for how many tournaments the Rory-Harry duo will be a thing.

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badnew2005 · 1 year ago

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rehashing this post from right before s15 like. hm !!!!! first half of the post died like hoodie gate and dennis in macs room turned to be Nothing. i’m still maintaining they fucked over quarantine (SINGING HAPPY SILLY LITTLE COUNTRY LOVE SONGS ?????? country mac vs mac) but. dennis is still emotionally in north dakota. he’s still fight or flight. he’s learnt he can’t survive without mac without the gang and still had to come crawling back to philly But he’s not emotionally back. he’s not accepted he’s back and this is Who He Is. that he couldn’t survive as someone else once again. he’s terrified mac and the gang can see through him. he still wants to run. the gang go on holiday. go where PURPLE ??? that’s not a place !!! vocal stim of all time. they go to ireland back to their Roots. they’re an Irish bar. macs so aggressively american irish. let’s tell him he’s dutch. to shut him up. need to confuse him, spin him around, give him a different focus other than Me.

mac and dennis barely interact in ireland. dennis’ obsession with authenticity almost killing him. he’s trying so hard to be Real to be a Real Person. not Himself of course. someone real here. s14 health scare dennis NOT vigilant about covid ???? REFUSING to admit he had it. because it wasn’t authentic. wasn’t Real. because he spent 2020 hiding away with mac, slowly falling back into old routines, back in love back to being see through. fuck. that’s Not what ireland was for. dennis being the one to point out charlie’s dad died from covid. weird washy vision. dennis the “Only One” who didn’t get vaccinated. s14 health freak out dennis more about mac than anything else. he wanted Everything to be The Same back to when they could read eachother BUT he’s terrified of being Seen by mac. by mac who can Now see himself as gay, what the fuck is he finally going to be able to see in dennis. macs been spun around by dennis so he just goes to i’ll look after dennis Directly when he asks. i don’t want him running away from me again. also pizza poisoning. building back up that codependency. dennis needing anything else than Mac to blame all his mac problems on. Macs priest journey he’s thinking about Himself he’s Looking After Himself. not dennis. big mo should we quit the game. if you’re not having fun anymore. he’s not. everything with dennis is more Pain than anything else. being suffocated by his own love. sorry about the delusional maccricket hopes. mac and cricket ex boyfriends i’ll never stop believing in you though. macden using cricket as a middle man instead of just fucking eachother. den and charlie trying to spin him around confuse him saying he’s not irish. okay. next aspect of my identity is catholic. i’ll just go Full into that. the wars over. the storm has stopped raging. maybe. it’s complex. but it’s easier than dennis. feeling unfulfilled by the church though. this isn’t what i wanted this isn’t filling my dennis shaped hole. coming back together on the mountain. to help charlie. finding the truth. they lied to me told me i wasn’t irish just because they thought i was annoying? heartbreaking. DEVASTATING honestly. fuck you im leaving. i don’t have to help you. you’ll never help me. all i’ve been DOING is trying to Look After Myself so you wouldn’t have to. macs whole LIFE trying so desperately for someone to Love him. fuck man.

but back in the pub. mirror of paddys. we’re never escaping paddys. but why would i want to. we’re always running out into the world looking for treasures when everything we need is right here in the bar. their own ecosystem. and we carry out country (us. giggling like yeah the United States US and just. Us as a relationship) with us wherever we go! BECAUSE WE LOVE HER! and when you love someone , you can’t BEAR TO LEAVE EM BEHIND” watch dennis. face journey. he realises before mac. he loves philly he loves paddys he loves the gang he loves mac. HE CANT KEEP RUNNING AWAY. it’s okay to stop and be stationary. it’s okay to be who you are. “not ever” he’s ran away so many times. even this holiday with the gang he’s running from them. mac looks at him. mac knows. it’s okay that mac can read me that he can see through me like this. it’s good. i missed it. i’m weak and tired of running and I’m Sorry. everything i’ve done to you because i hated myself because i was scared of myself. they go to charlie. it’s the big game. they’ve embraced who they are (american) (Who They Are) and that’s when you WIN. dennis was in north dakota during the big game. wasn’t part of it. was still running. i’ve said it a thousand times sure he’s physically back in philly for years but emotionally he was still running. he’s stopped. laid down to rest.

i don’t want to hypothesise about s16 too much but after the first two eps are out i feel confident saying. the cats poking his head out of the wall. he’s missing mac. i’ve said before end of clip show SINISTER “we’re back to normal” it’s dennis’ fantasy he wants so badly to become reality. he’s the best at monitoring reality and pulling one over on the gang. because that’s all he Ever does. that’s all he’s been doing. they’ve only just caught on or directly challenged him or tried to live in their own fantasies. i don’t know if dee’s cat is fully coming out of the wall but he’s poking his head. barely saw macden apartment last season because they were running away from her. sterile. in the season Opener we saw Her Insides. the fridge. casual domesticity. throwing out all of their furniture and sleeping on a blow up bed together. he’s stopped running. when you embrace who you are then you WIN. but. macs moving on. it’s been too long. took dennis too long to adjust. that happens. i’m so scared to tinhat about johnny but. i’m still your leading man. macs got another leading man. he’s being replaced maybe. it’s me it was always me. i think we’re gonna see more of that. i have always trusted the structure. i don’t think it’s going to be fruitless. yeah i think i’m out now. he’s BACK from north dakota he’s working on himself. macden doorway in inflates mirroring macdenbreakup. we don’t need to tell you our business. he’s protecting himself protecting their relationship. he’s not getting angry anymore. working to be a person. not letting small things blow up anymore. but it’s not going to be enough. he needs to Show Mac he cares More. it’s going to be difficult but. i trust the structure

me saying i’m not going to go on tumblr for a while because like i’m Excited but it’s stressing me out so much and i do want to avoid spoilers etc etc but then naturally i go on tumblr what else am i meant to do then seeing Numerous people making vague posts ab dennis in macs room getting very confused i see one post they fucked i say what is happening i do some exploring some digging i believe it they fucked they are doing something and i am trusting the structure i know i am going to get my hopes up tahts dennis in dennis room HOWEVER . hoodiegate . mac trying to become a priest paralleling the macden breakup beginning of s6 when he . when he fights gay marriage . full jesus freak out becos they broke up .

guess what . i think they broke up . they try to go on holiday together they don’t want the gang to know they were fucking over quarantine (because there is No Way they didn’t fuck over lockdown . s14 health scare dennis scared of getting covid getting ill he doesn’t want to die he doesn’t leave the apartment and refuses to let mac leave the apartment charlie dee and frank can’t even come over . this only lasts a few weeks but still . they start fucking the sex doll . individually . passing it between them in shame . it’s embarassing . needing something like this. what’s even more embarassing is that they need eachother . it all starts again) . they can’t tell the gang . the gang knows . macden try to go on holiday to ireland to figure it out but there’s no way dee charlie and frank are letting them go alone . they need to watch this dumpster fire . they break up . of course they do . mac needs to become a priest . thinking about his ex cricket yolo . he’s the only man that can fill me up . macdennis emptiness . dennis shaped hole . my god hole . i feel so empty . there’s a hole in me the shape of you i’m so sorry . my love isn’t lost it’s all i’ve got . sunny is a love story never forget that . the hoodie . oh that goddamn hoodie . rivals only to the dennis striped blue sad jumpers . there are cats in the wall you put another one in they bond they become co dependant then that one comes out of the wall your original cat will follow soon . how long has mac been out . macs charlie’s cat dennis is dees cat this is all obvious what else could it be . but when he walks in i am loved i am loved me and my husband we are doing better it’s always been just me and him together . it’s a gift i got it for you . the rpg makes an appearance this season . macdennis aprtment main character in the entire show i need her floor plan . i’m still your leading man . it’s me it’s always been me . i thought i was out now . yeah i think i’m out now . i’m gay . i am Trusting The Structure

#okay im so sorry if im clogging up peoples dashes thi sis bing so difficult for no reason #the addition is its own post but i wanted to put it in the reblogs to keep it together #trusting the structure #ive put the keep reading breaks in SO HOPEFULLY its all condensed an dlittle and not annoying

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