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[crimewrought]

" no backstabbing. " richards flings his attention to maria at a breakneck pace, plucking out precisely what he shouldn't from shinwell's words. " you got a knife under that dress? " her red lips pinch, and she shakes her head in a curt no. richards returns the motion, the action all malice and mockery in the places maria gave only subservience. " then what's all the fucking rush about? "

nausea pools at the base of maria's neck, an icy chill trickling down her spine. the question's directed at her—his eyes are, anyway, inside them an off-putting expression maria doesn't care to linger on—so she hikes in an uneasy breath, whatever silent message shinwell's trying to send her be damned.

" no rush, we just don't want to interrupt your night. here— " maria moves to complete the transaction—his shit for their unharmed selves—her hands moving to her bag, delving for the gear inside. except richards moves too, his hefty form rising from his seat; and with him, like objects bound to his magnetic field, the cronies scattered about move too. some tall, some short, some round, some lean. but they all move in unison, following a wordless command, entering the new space formed. richards stands inches away from shinwell and maria's faces, his cronies forming a sort of circle around them all—close enough to give shinwell and maria a few jostling shoves from behind.

" do you need how i work knocking back into your fucking skull, johnson? "

obviously, shinwell's no better at handling the communication part of this interaction than maria would've been. goes and puts his fucking foot in his mouth, because there is no getting it right, not when richards is determined to dislike you from the start. ❝ yeah, returning ❞, correcting himself as if agreeing to the terms -- the terms being: richards rules this place and shinwell's just one measly worm of many.

                    the only difference it makes, shinwell handling it instead of maria, is that it'll be shinwell suffering the consequences. and he can tell there's gonna be consequences. it's the tiny fucking pig eyes that promise retaliation.

                    now they're here, enjoying their audience with the fucking pope, there's no chance of shinwell touching her without it sending a message they won't like. so when she starts speaking, instead of his hand flying back up to her shoulder to stop her, it's his gaze trying desperately to meet hers: shut up, shut up, let them forget you're even fucking here.

                    ❝ i, uh-- ❞, fucking dipshit for not having anticipated this question, and his attention snaps back, quick on his feet but sheepish all the same, ❝ just witness, i guess. make sure you get your shit back, no backstabbing, that kinda thing. ❞ he motions at maria in a way he hopes suggests some sort of superiority, some indication of her playing no role at all. ❝ give it. ❞ there's an argument for rushing through this, but another against it too, and shinwell's gambling on the former. ❝ it's just this and we'll fuck off. ❞

[feldspursfiyero]

well i watched downton abbey movie 1 :3

it was good fun!! umm let's get through the niggles first

the spinny camera thing did so much spinny at the start that it was dizzying (i've also only had about 2.5h of sleep so... but i did feel like it was a biiiit too spinny)

after the king and queen left downton i felt like the movie should've ended there, interestingly, even though there was still stuff left to be resolved. i think it's because the thing to send the royal staff away/lock them in their rooms was so fun that when it was over it was like, WELL that's all over then. or idk. something.

i thought daisy and andy's convo near the end of the movie was lol. but very sweet

anyway, now for the good stuff (or at least not my major criticisms) YAY thomas got a boyfriend for a bit. also omg can't believe ... well he HAS talked to the duke ofc in 1x01 but i guess he means another servant. i guess it's hard to find gay people in a tiny village like downton, esp at that time (might even be hard now, depending on things, maybe? haha kjsffg this is not very coherent or concise, i DID only have 2.5h of sleep)

yeah i looked up the richard ellis character, he doesn't come back. rip. i'm gonna reblog gifs after i ramble all this

the dowager's lines were FIRE as usual

not keen on branson and lucy smith

i REALLY like edith and bertie. and thomas and richard ofc. ONLY THE PEOPLE I LIKE ARE ALLOWED TO KISS IN FRONT OF ME skjfngk

it was a lot of fun to watch the royal staff get sent away/locked up skjfngkjfgn

CARSON IS A FUCKING KILLJOY AND YOU KNOW WHAT HURTS MOST? HE GETS THE CREDIT AT THE END FOR THE WHOLE ~GREAT DINNER ETC, WHEN ALL HE CONTRIBUTED TO IT DOWNSTAIRS WAS DISAPPROVE OF EVERYTHING

it was really fun to watch him have to deal with the arsehole butler though, he deserved that, esp since he (not his fault) yeeted thomas out of the way

speaking of which, wtf mary? well i suppose she has a right to since she's a lady, but jeez. yeah thomas i'd have slammed the door on my way out too. like omg sjfngkfjgn hey mary have you ever heard of like. talking. to thomas. rather than yeeting him straight off the bat. for fucking CARSON

but as i said, at least thomas then didn't have to deal with the arsehole butler ehehe

btw when the queen rocked up on the screen i was like, .......................................MARILLA!!!

cool to see umbridge and trelawney have it out with each other in a different way too skjfngk

oh that bit where violet told mary she doesn't have too long, that was :3 yeah

violet did get a lot of good lines in this movie. i wonder if someone made a gifset

btw not a big fan of the darker lighting they've gone for in this movie (nor the (i think?) even more letterbox-ey ... resolution? ratio?)

anyway, as usual, will add if i think of anything

AND NOW TO REBLOG GIFS

eta: mrs crawley just showing up in lady bagshaw's room like that skjfngkjfgn NOT CREEPY AT ALL

eta2: oh yes we did all ignore carson's shaky hands didn't we >.>

[msmarvelouswinchester]

No Strings Attached

Summary - Some words are better remained unspoken but not always. Sometimes it better to just confess.

Pairing - Jensen x Reader, past Jensen x OFC Sarah

Warning - Fluff, angst-ish, secret relationship, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female receiving), swearing, insecurities, mentions of betrayal.

Word Count - 3178

Square Filled - Rockstar!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo ); Confessions ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is written for my challenge "Chan's 500 followers challenge".

Request by @deanwanddamons - Hey hon! Huge congratulations on 500 followers! You deserve it 💞 Could you write ‘3. How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?’ Jensen and Y/N 😘 (Hope you like it and sorry it got so long)

Beta'd by the lovely @miss-nerd95​ (she is such a sweetheart! Thank you so much)

The beautiful spn dividers by @talesmaniac89

I love the Ackles fam, but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and was never married to Danneel.

Your eyes were focused on the man on stage, heart beating loudly as you watched his every movement the way his thick fingers were wrapped around the mic, that little smirk on his face as he sang along to the Eric Church’s song. Your head full of thoughts about what his fingers and mouth could do to you.

“Damn you, really turn me on, paintin' your toenails pink.�� He sent you a sideway glance, giving you a knowing smile as he sang the lines. His tongue peeked out of his mouth as it swept over his lips, his action so casual yet it sent the audience into a frenzy. The song enriched by his voice was enough to make you squirm and the memories from last night were not helping you at all.

You should have seen this coming ever since the moment you had stepped into the green room that day, right before the Saturday Night Live. You had smirked to yourself when you saw Jensen's eyes slightly widening at the sight of you in the tight little skirt that you had paired with a see-through button down and matching bra, as you had walked up to him with a glass of wine in your hand.

A blush had crept up your neck when you had felt his eyes all over your body. You had taken a seat right beside him, just to rile him up a bit more. You knew he couldn't even kiss you because no one in the cast knew about your hidden rendezvous. You had furtively glanced at the actor beside you. With one brow raised slightly, Jensen was staring right at you.

“You want to go out there?” You jumped at Richard’s voice, pulling you out from your sinful thoughts. “I know you can sing.”

“You sure? Jensen has set the stage on fire. I don't think I have enough fuel to match that level.” You chuckled, looking out towards the stage as the said man wrapped an arm around Rob’s shoulder, jamming out to the music of the guitar. You hadn't even noticed when he had switched to another song because you were too busy staring at how his biceps flexed under his black shirt with every small movement of his arm. A puff of air left your mouth as he hit a high note in the song.

“Trust me, he will definitely not mind.” Richard winked.

“Um-thanks Speight, but I'd rather stay here and enjoy the show.” You politely declined Richard’s request. Tonight, the stage was a dangerous arena.

You took in a sharp breath as the last notes of the song strung in the air, the crowd erupting into a loud cheer as Rob struck the last chord on his guitar. “Thank you!” Jensen gave a dramatic bow, waving his hands in the air as he was exiting the stage which caused an uproar in the room. Handing over the mic to Rob, the actor left the stage.

“Enjoyed the show, sweetheart?” A smug smile tugged on his lips as he stalked towards you, the look on his face making you go weak in the knees.

“You put on quite a show out there.” You said, placing a hand on his chest.

“What can I say? I am a good performer. There is nothing better than seeing the audience satisfied,” Jensen replied and leaned towards you, bringing his mouth near your ear. “And then leave them begging for more.” Your heart was beating wildly making you gasp as his teeth grazed past your earlobe, a shiver running down your body to your core.

“Jackles!” Jared’s booming voice made you two jump apart. “We are going out for drinks, wanna join?”

“Yeah! Go ahead, I'll...uh-catch up. Y/N’s coming with me too.”

“Uh-okay!” Jared hesitated a bit before he rejoined the awfully jolly group of actors, making their way towards the bar a few blocks away from the convention.

“Ackles, anyone caught your eye yet?” Jared questioned his tv brother, which piqued your interest.

“So, I'm picking up random girls from the bar now to get my dick wet? Jare-” Jensen looked at his best friend with a look of pure disgust in his eyes.

“Jensen, that's not what I-”

“Now, don't start with your relationship crap. You know I don't do relationships anymore.” It wasn't like you didn't expect him to say this, but deep down it still hurt to hear him say that there was no one special in his life. You tuned out the rest of his words as you reminisced about your first night together.

The relationship between you and Jensen was complicated. A few months ago, you had hooked up in his Vancouver apartment after a drunken night and that had started the whole friends with benefit thing. No one knew that you two were sleeping together. It was something you two had decided to keep between yourselves because it wasn't like you were in a relationship, you two just fucked to relieve some tension. Or so you thought. You didn't even realise when you had fallen head over heels for the man but you had managed to keep your mouth shut.

Your eyes roamed around the room until it landed on Jensen to see him staring intently at you. An involuntary shiver ran down your body under his strong gaze. You left your seat and went to sit beside him at which he was taken by surprise.

“Miss me already?” He smirked, an eyebrow raised at you.

“Don’t shave.” You said.

“That doesn't answer my que-” the words got stuck in his throat as you placed your hand on his thigh. Jensen stiffened under your touch but thankfully the action went unnoticed by everyone else.

“What d'you think you're doin’?” He asked, his southern accent slipping through.

“Nothing.” You smirked as you hand travelled upwards towards his crotch but no one could see your little teasing session underneath the table. Jensen swallowed thickly as he fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants and to remove your hand but you were adamant. You coyly palmed his growing excitement as he sucked in a breath.

“Don't challenge me, Y/N/N.” He growled into your ear, your own panties were now ruined. “I can take you right here, right now. You want me to do that, to teach you a lesson for being a bad girl?”

“Where's your self control, Ackles?” You mocked.

Without answering your question, he suddenly stood up. “Y/N’s not feeling so hot. I think it's best if she goes back to the hotel.” Jensen told the cast. You licked your lips when you saw his dominant side jumping out.

“What ‘bout ya?” Jared drunkenly asked.

“She is in the room right beside me and it's too late. I'm going back to the hotel with her. I'm just being a gentleman.” Jensen said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Everyone said their goodbyes and if anyone suspected anything, they didn't speak up.

A few minutes after leaving the bar, Clif pulled up in front of the bar. You and Jensen slipped into the backseat. That fifteen minutes drive felt like the longest time you had ever been in a car. The tension was so thick between, it could have been cut with a knife. Jensen did his best to restrain himself, so much so he barely looked at you because even Clif wasn't in on your little secret and you wanted to keep it that way.

You had barely closed the door before you felt Jensen’s hands all over your body. He abandoned his leather jacket before pushing you against the wall.

“I wanted to rip off your clothes the moment you walked into the room.” He murmured as he pinned you to the wall, kissing you roughly. “Do you have any idea how hard you made me tonight? Huh?” He breathed into the skin of your neck, making you whimper.

“Jay-uh, you were a t-tease as well. You sang that song tonight o-on purpose.” You breathed out. A gasp left your lips when Jensen hungrily ripped off your shirt and skirt leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. You hooked your legs behind his back as he effortlessly picked you up and took you to the bed, putting you down before he climbed on top of you. Impatiently, you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt at which Jensen smirked and pulled the shirt over his head before throwing it on the floor. You took in the perfectly toned muscles of his chest and stomach like you were seeing him naked for the very first time, which of course wasn't, when he put a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“Like what you see?” He smirked as your hands travelled up to feel his hard pecs. Jensen grabbed your hand and moved them away from his chest as he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses down your body. You shuddered when his mouth found the sweet spot on your neck. He swiftly removed your bra, leaving only in your lacy panties. “You are so beautiful.” He murmured as he took in your naked form.

There wasn't a single part of your body that he didn't touch. His hands travelled all over your body, squeezing and pinching your skin as they moved until finally stopped on your breasts, kneading and massaging them.

“Jay-” you moaned as he continued to nibble at your sensitive skin. His mouth left your neck before latching onto your right nipple, his tongue flicking the bud making you cry out his name. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered as his fingers worked on your other nipple. You could feel him smirking before his mouth released you from its assault, pressing a kiss on the valley of your chest before moving south.

“Fuck baby, you're so wet. Where's your self control?” Jensen grunted when his hand brushed your damp panties before making a quick job of pulling them off you. He left kisses along the inside of both your thighs before you felt his hot breath fanning against where you needed him the most. He pressed a kiss on your aching pussy as you moaned for the hundredth time that night.

“Mhm, you always taste so good.” He growled against your pussy, the vibration of his voice making you shiver in anticipation. He started licking your clit slowly but then he picked up his pace as his tongue worked overtime. Your hands moved downwards, your fingers entangling with his hair. Jensen’s scruff scratched against your thigh, giving you a sweet, burning sensation which you knew would stay as a reminder of his unholy ministrations. His mouth and tongue continued to give you pleasure as the latter went in deep, hungrily eating you out.

“Fuck Jensen!” You exclaimed when you felt the pressure build up. You pulled at his scalp, making him groan against your pussy before he put a finger in you, at which you whimpered. He pumped in twice before adding another, successfully stretching you open.

“Shit!” Your back arched with pleasure as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. The coil inside you tightened as he kept pumping his fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck Jay!” You mewled as you came on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, while you tried to steady your breathing. Giving you a quick kiss, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his hardened length making you lick your lips at the sight. He took his cock and ran his hand up and down the shaft, the tip of his cock beaded with precum.

“Jensen.” You croaked.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” His deep voice growled as he sat there in all his naked glory.

“I-hm, I want you inside me.” Jensen quickly obliged as he lined himself with your entrance. Your mouth both sucked in a breath when he slipped his cock into you.

“You need to move.” He almost pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you before pushing all of him back in again. You buckled up your hips to match with his thrusts, making him groan. Your pussy clenched around him as the knot in your stomach tightened once again.

“Fuck Y/N!” He growled as his thrusts started to become sloppy.

“I am gonna-Jay!” your back arched as the coil in your stomach snapped and you felt yourself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen thrusted a few more times before he spilled his seed inside you, coating your walls. “Shit Y/N!” He panted as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Pressing his lips on yours, he pulled out of you and rolled over, both of you panting hard, as you came down from your high before he got up to get a piece of cloth to clean you both up.

You were lying in his arms, basking in the post-coital bliss, both of you still in an euphoric state when those fateful words were muttered. “I think I'm in love with you.” The sentence slipped out before you could have stopped yourself and that's when you felt him beside you stiffen up.

“I thought we agreed this thing to be no-strings attached.” He said, his voice hard as rock as he spat the words out, making you wince at the sheer intensity of disgust in those ten little words.

“I-I thought, I'm sorry. I know what I got myself into,” you scoffed, “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” You left the soft hotel bed, wrapping yourself with the white sheet to cover your modesty and self-respect or what was left of it.

“Where are you going?” Jensen asked as he watched you pick up the pieces of your clothing strewn about the room, putting them back on as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

‘Was that concern in his voice?’ You wondered but you decided not to voice your thoughts instead you retorted, “No-strings attached, remember? I am going back to my room.” And that was the last thing you said before you left hurriedly.

Closing the door behind you, you burst into tears. You almost ran back into your room because you didn't want to be seen by anyone and read some nasty headline on the celebrity gossip page the next day.

You didn't know how long you cried, lying there in your bed as you blamed yourself for completely messing up a good relationship. Wait, why were you even calling your arrangement a relationship?

That man didn't do relationships. How could you be so stupid to say those words to him? Maybe deep down inside, you had hoped that Jensen felt the same about you but after tonight all your hopes had been turned to dust. You laid motionless in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks until two short knocks on your door interrupted your pity party.

A sense of fear seeped into you. Did someone see you in the hallway? You wondered. Gathering up a bit of courage you opened the door to find the man you least expected to show up on the other side.

“Wha-” Jensen barged into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Sarah, my last girlfriend she-I loved her, God did I love her but she took advantage and stabbed me in the back, left me there in the pool of my own blood.” He let out a shaky breath.

You still remembered that night in the trailer clearly. You and Jensen were still getting to know each other and you had never seen him have a breakdown like that. Sarah had used Jensen's name to get further in the industry and used his money but then she had owned up to never loving him and cheating on him with another man. Thomas was sick so Jared had to leave immediately while you had stayed with him that night in the trailer because you knew if you left him alone, he would have drowned himself in alcohol.

“I swore off dating, then you came along. After our first night in my Vancouver apartment, I didn't want to let you go. You were also healing from your last breakup and we both needed something to release the tension so I asked you to be my friend with benefits.”

“Jay-”

“Let me complete because I owe you an explanation and I'm here to give you one. All this time I was thinking that my feelings towards you were not romantic because I was scared to fall in love again until tonight when I watched you storm out of my room. I realised that I was lying to everyone including myself and I don't think I can live with that. ” You searched his face to find any sort of pity or a lie but all you saw were eyes filled with adoration for you. “Now I know I'm an idiot and I have royally fucked everything up but I think I'm ready to take a leap and I don’t want anyone but you by my side.”

You didn't even know when you had started crying. Jensen came closer to you, cupping your face, he whispered, “I want you, all strings attached.”

“Am I really the person you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” A look of confusion descended on his face.

“Okay. I can give us a chance but I need you to be all in. I want you with all your strings attached as well.” You said, your lips curling up to form a soft smile.

“I am all in.” He said and leaned in, capturing your lips with his. Your one hand moved to the back of his neck and another gripped his bicep to ground yourself. It was a soft kiss filled with love and new promises.

“I do have one condition.” You said after breaking the kiss.

“I agree.” Jensen said, pecking your lips.

“You didn't even hear it.”

“I don't have to. I agree with it.” He smiled.

“Well then, no sex for one month.” You smirked as you Jensen's mouth fell open.

“One month?”

“You already agreed to it.” You giggled when he pouted at you. “Oh don't make that face. You have two hands, use them.”

“What about kissing?”

“I think I can allow kissing.” You chuckled making him sigh in relief.

“I love you and I'm a dumbass for not realising it before.” Your heart swelled in your chest as you heard him say those words back. “And I think Jared is going to earn some betting money in the morning when we walk into the room hand in hand.”

“We are telling everyone about us? So no secret meetings?”

“No secret meetings. I will shout it from the rooftops that you're mine because like I told you, I want you with all the strings attached.”

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[queenlucythevaliant]

Have you read The Winter's Tale?

Yes! I love The Winter's Tale!

Picking a favorite quotation is actually really easy for me, in this case. The Winter's Tale, although set in a pagan world, is a story about grace. That begins here, at the end of 2.2 (pulling from lines 225-248, with a little cut):

PAULINA: Do not repent these things, for they are heavier

Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee

To nothing but despair. A thousand knees

Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,

Upon a barren mountain, and still winter

In storm perpetual, could not move the gods

To look that way thou wert.

LEONTES: Go on, go on.

Thou canst not speak too much. I have deserved

All tongues to talk their bitt’rest. [...]

PAULINA: What’s gone and what’s past

help

Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction

At my petition.

You know, it's funny: I find the first (tragic) half of The Winter's Tale far more enjoyable to read than the second, but it relies on the second (comic) half for all of its hope and redemptiveness. It's a tragedy with a happy ending; a sad tale for winter that ends in forgiveness.

That begins right here.

Paulina's the MVP of this play, and the tongue lashing she gives Leontes after the death (?) of Hermione is ferocious, unrelenting, and absolutely deserved. The man has just torn apart his entire family, ignoring the council of everyone around him, on the basis of his own irrational jealousy. Mamillius is dead. Perdita is (as good as) dead. Hermione is dead. It's all Leontes's fault. He 100% deserves the fate to which Paulina condemns him: despair, misery, and the deafness of the gods. He should spend the rest of his life begging for forgiveness and never receive it.

And yet, when finally, finally, Leontes realizes his wrongdoing and says, "yes, that's exactly what I deserve," Paulina forgives him immediately.

The play forgives him too. Miraculously, he gets (most of) his family returned to him. Leontes doesn't deserve to have them back, but they return beyond hope, beyond even death. He doesn't deserve their forgiveness, but they give it.

That theme, which culminates at the end of the play, begins right here, with Paulina. She says, "you do not deserve forgiveness." Yet when he repents, she says, "you shall have it anyway." Ironically, Paulina's forgiveness proves to be every bit as prophetic as the Oracle of Delphi's condemnation.

Leontes receives grace. For all that it's set in a pagan world, The Winter's Tale is so very Christian in its themes.

Just for reference, (in case you or anyone else wants me to gush about more Shakespeare 😊) I'm going to list the plays that I've read or seen relatively complete productions of under the cut.

In (rough) order of preference, these are the Shakespeare plays I'm familiar with. I loved or enjoyed everything above the dashed line; the couple below are the ones that I've read/seen, but didn't really vibe with.

King Lear

Richard III

Much Ado About Nothing

Henry V

Henry IV Pt. 1

The Winter's Tale

The Tempest

Othello

Hamlet

Antony and Cleopatra

The Merchant of Venice

Julius Caesar

Henry VI Pt. 3

Romeo and Juliet

Coriolanus

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Macbeth

Henry VI Pt. 1

Henry IV Pt. 2

Richard II

Henry VI Pt. 2

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Twelfth Night

A Comedy of Errors

[roaringroger]

Losing

( BenHardy! Roger x Reader )

Finale of Maybe the Night series.

Pairing: John and Reader. Reader and Roger

Summary: Roger finds out about your pregnancy.

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" I'm sorry what? I didn't clearly hear what you said, bri " i said, Freddie in total awestruck.

The whole ride was.. Silent, and i can feel my chest getting heavier and heavier as the silence goes on.

" I said, they're expecting a baby deacon. " Brian said in all seriousness, sipping on his champagne.

" How could it possibly be his? "

" Roger, you're insane. You literally think that it isn't John's? Perhaps if you were being a man four years ago then that child would've been yours. " Brian said in a matter of factly.

'course, they're right. They always are, and it's getting in to my nerves.

" ah, by the way, John said that they'll be having a mini Engagement Party at theirs, nothing fancy, just us. " Brian once again spoke.

Engagement Party? no. This can't be happening.

" this isn't real, you know? i--it's just her way of paying back, h--her vengeful desire after all i did.. I just-- no-- it can't be real " again, and again, i tried sinking this idea in.

" ah shit " Freddie cussed, as he accidentally dropped the cork for the champagne.

10...

" Roger, you were the best thing that ever happened to me "

9...

" Why can't you try? We can-- we can uh-- we can work this out, Rog. Please don't do this "

8...

" Roger? it umm. Obviously it went on the voicemail again but uh, i just want to let you know that i love you, okay? I love you, Rog. I always will. "

7...

" uh, rog? If you aren't busy, can you call back? Please, a five minute call will do. "

6...

" Roger? Why are you doing this to me? Am i not enough for you? "

5...

" Roger, i love you. Please, call me back. "

4...

" Roger please. Why are you doing this to me? "

3...

" Are you seeing somebody? "

2...

" t--the article, on the paper. Is--is it true? "

1..

" Roger! You're seeing somebody?! Am.. Am i too prude for you? What do i lack of?! God! After all these c--chaos and.. and everything, i still love you! i can't believe you did this to me, you've hurt me alot roger, you won, alright? You won. We're done. "

" Stop! Please! Stop, Stop, Stop! " i yelled, tears falling down, my breathing uneven.

I'm hurt, but she's more hurt.

" Roger! Jesus! What's going on? Are you alright? " Freddie asked as he rubs his hands up and down my back.

Brian in the other hand, was making a call to deaky, saying that we'll be delayed for an hour because of my issue.

" Deaky says it's alright if Roger can tag along, he needs rest, look at him, riled up. " Brian half-whispered to fred.

" N--no, i'm.. I'm coming, you guys should head out first, i'll tag along but delayed a bit. "

The duo told me if i can't handle the pain, which is obviously, meant to happen to me as karma, i shouldn't go.

But my gut told me to atleast stay at the party for a bit, a glance won't hurt right?

So, i did. I went to the Deacon's. And i saw her in a plain baby blue dress, paired with sandals, and her jacket? The one i gave her, my faux fur coat.

She's so beautiful, the fact that she hugs the coat to warm her due to the cold wind of London, her cheeks flush red, her smile, God i miss that smile.

I saw her sat in one of the steps, and her eyes just, wandered. I followed what she was looking at, and i did see the beautiful, breathtaking view of the nightsky.

I walked up to her, her smile slowly fades, but atleast she's smiling, right?

" So um. A baby deacon? "

" Yes. It's been a month since i've found out. We haven't told anyone but you, and the boys. "

" I'm happy. For you, and John, of course,and i can't stop- "

" Roger, stop. I know what's happening to you. "

" I can't stop thinking about the--the wedding, what should i wear and--and what would the gender of your baby with- "

" Roger, please stop. What's going on with you? They said it has been going on for a while. What's wrong? Are you alright? "

" Y/N, i was never alright when everything fell apart between us. I was never alright when i found out that you're getting married to my mate, but i have to accept it either way because, you know. You're happy with him, and not me. "

She's listening, but i can feel my heart sink deeper and deeper and deeper as i was saying those.

" i--i was never alright when you called on phone, and i-i didn't pick it up because i was scared that you'll blow at me and just end things because i was far. "

Her eyes were brimming with tears, she puts her hand in her face to calm down. Her face was red, the fact that she was about to cry because of me.

" I.. I thought, um. Brian was joking when he broke it down to us that you guys are engaged and, having a child at the same time, i--i was hurting too, love. I was. And you have every right to hate me now, but please. I can't and i will not deny the fact that i'm still in love with you, and this time i am, in deep. "

" Roger, why? "

Of course, i couldn't answer.

" We're you too scared to tell the world that you're dating a lowly of a woman like me? Roger, all i did was just to love you, take many risks for you, and that is get? Heartbreak? "

" I.. I still love you "

" Stop saying that. "

" It's true! I still love you! "

" No, Rog. You are inlove with the idea of you, being in love with me. "

She stood up, she was about to enter.

No.

I kissed her.

Her soft lips moving in sync with mine felt better. She still loves me.

" Roger- "

" Please, one last time. "

" No, Rog. Please, let me go. "

" Always remember that you're my Miracle Aligner. "

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" Deaky? " you called. The party isn't nothing fancy. Just you, deaky and the boys.

" He's in the backyard " says Brian, tuning Red Special, and a beer near him. Freddie was busy enjoying the company of Aria, my beagle that i got from Roger two years ago as a birthday gift.

John was outside, beer bottle in his hand, as he sat down the bench we had, he pat down the empty seat next to him.

" Deaky? "

" What is it? "

" We're happy, right? "

" With our Cleia, of course. We're happy. "

" But you do know she's from Roger's. Right? I mean, she got her eyes and nose from him. "

Deaky doesn't speak.

" You still love him, don't you? "

He looks at me. My heart races, do i still love him?

" Y/N, hey love. It's alright. You don't have to answer that. "

" Deaky, do you think, i still am? I mean it's been so long, the pain he left me is still fresh. "

" You still love him, but i'm letting you go. "

" Deaky why? I can't just.. Leave you like that, just because i'm inlove with someone- "

" Hush down, love. I'm letting you go, because i know, that maybe one day, you'll learn to be happy again, to be yourself again. I don't want you to be with someone whom you thought you love. "

" Deaky. "

" I love you, alright? Please don't cry, okay? I'm okay. I promise. "

" I don't deserve you, i love you. "

" I love you, too. please stop crying. Now go, get your man. "

" You know that you'll always be my man right? "

" Always. "

Roger was still sat outside. Sitting down on one of the steps.

" Hey, i'm.. I'm sorry i wasn't thinking it just- "

The moment i knew, i crashed my lips to his.

Our mouths in synchronization, and so was our heartbeat.

" Roger, you know that i still love you, right? "

" Yeah, i do. "

" Mommy! Help! I dropped my carrots! "

Cleia tugs at my coat.

She got Roger's eyes, nose and hell even lips.

My precious angel.

" Alright, i'm gonna help you clean up, bubba. "

Cleia re-enters the room, and i saw starstrucked Roger.

" Please tell me that's my daughter. "

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BONUS

" She what? "

" Roger! Hurry she's giving birth you twat, hurry up! "

Brian's voice from the other line.

" I'm coming! "

I arrived at the hospital, and there they are, My wife, along with my five year old daughter, Cleia. Brian holds Cleia and Freddie was pushing down the wheelchair, afted several tries to pry people out of my way, i finally reached it.

I saw my wife, cradling a child in hef arms, lightly rocking it.

" Roger! Look at your son, he's so handsome " Deaky, hand in hand with his Fiance.

" I know, perks of being a Taylor, right love? "

" Shut up, Roger. " she chuckled.

" What did you name him again, love? "

" Richard Meddows "

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FIN!!