#to be doin alright in janes a car))

[ella-ashmore]

behold the. ccrpoly Web. theyre all horrible at navigating it but who cares theyre happy anyways

yeah i do think ted's fucked all of his co-workers

[spnjediavenger]

It Won't Last Forever (Chapter 2)

Title: It Won’t Last Forever (Chapter 2)

Type: multi-chapter; father!Hotch x teen!daughter!reader, some bau x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: canon-typical Criminal Minds sadness and/or violence

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: panic attack description, flashbacks, alludes to PTSD

Spoilers: S5 SPOILERS

Notes: This chapter is much shorter than the last since the scene has been set but hopefully it’s still good!

The panic attack and PTSD description is a mix of my own experience and some I read online - this is not how ALL panic attacks and PTSD are experienced.

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1258

“Trauma fractures comprehension as a pebble shatters a windshield. The wound at the site of impact spreads across the field of vision, obscuring reality and challenging belief.” Jane Leavy

“Ok, babygirl, you know the drill - tell me five things you can see,” Morgan coaxed gently to the girl in front of him. Hotch was needed out of town and Morgan elected to stay behind and watch over Y/n. While she was open to help, she didn’t want to see a therapist. Hotch was against this but was temporarily more lenient since she had his team to help her with her PTSD symptoms. If things got worse, then she would see someone.

“Y- I see you, the-the door, the picture of mom,” Y/n ended the last word in a sad cry.

“Come on, sweetheart, you’re doin’ good. Two more things you can see, stay with me now.”

Y/n sniffled and took a couple breaths. “My bedspread, the floor.”

“Alright, good job. Now four things you can feel.”

The girl ran her hand over her bed. “My knitted blanket…the body pillow behind me…my cheeks are wet,” she sniffled again. “And your hands.”

Morgan gave hers a squeeze. “Good. Three things you can hear.”

“Your voice…cars outside…the air conditioner.”

“Two you can smell.”

“The candle…and I can still smell the detergent on my clothes.”

“Taste?”

She let out a sad, quiet chuckle. “The salt from my tears.”

Morgan let go of one of her hands to wipe said tears from her cheeks.

“That was perfect, sweetheart. How do you feel?”

“Better,” she admitted. This wasn’t the first time one of the team walked her through a panic attack exercise and probably wouldn’t be the last. She could do them by herself at times but it was always better when she had someone with her. Each member of the team had their own methods to help her too. Morgan and JJ typically went with the five things method; Spencer would try and help her regain her breathing while he talked to her, his voice calming to her and helping her to focus on something other than her symptoms; Emily would try and ground her by getting her to pay attention to her surroundings and everything she could feel; Penelope hadn’t been needed too much but when it did happen she, like Reid, would just talk to the girl and try to stay calm herself; Rossi would guide her breathing, squeezing her hands for her to breath in and out; and her dad would hold her and do whatever else she needed. He would usually let her tell him what would help her most in each situation because many of them were different; it was these times when he was most grateful for his team and all the calming methods they taught his daughter.

Right now, it had been Morgan’s turn again.

Morgan smiled and tapped her chin. “That’s my girl.” She offered a half smile. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

The girl frowned again and looked down at her hands, still being held by one of Morgan’s. Y/n squeezed his hand a bit and took a deep breath.

“I just came across one of dad’s guns. And suddenly it was in my hands and I was back there again. I’m so tired of this, De,” she whined softly, looking into his eyes.

Morgan sighed and tucked some stray hair behind one of her ears. “I know, babygirl. I know. And I’m sorry you have to go through this. But it’s all part of trauma, unfortunately. But your dad and your aunts and uncles are all here for you to help you through it. I know it’s hard now but just remember that it won’t last forever.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at that.

“What?”

“That’s what Spencer says.”

“And he’s right. But then again, when is pretty boy ever wrong?” Morgan added, rolling his eyes a bit but smiling when that got a genuine laugh out of Y/n. “Ohhh there’s that beautiful laugh we all love so much.”

The girl looked at him and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Uncle De.”

He hugged her in turn, holding a hand to her head. “I love you too, babygirl. We’ll all be here for you through it all, ok?”

“Ok.”

Morgan: Y/n/n is asleep. Had a rough day so maybe let her stay asleep when you get back. Your little man is waiting for you though

Hotch frowned and sighed before replying.

Hotch: OK. Fill me in when I get in please

Morgan: Will do

As much as Hotch wanted to see his little girl, he knew he should let her sleep. So when he walked into his home, he happily but quietly greeted Jack when he ran over to him.

“Jack! Hey, buddy!” he whisper-yelled.

“Daddy, I missed you!” his son whisper-yelled back. “Uncle D said Y/n is sleeping and to be quiet,” he informed his father.

Hotch smiled at his son’s thoughtfulness to his big sister. “That’s nice of you, buddy. Did you have a good time with your Uncle D?”

“Yeah! We played a lot and he helped Y/n when she was sad.”

Hotch gave a sad smile that Morgan shared. “That’s good. Alright, it’s pretty late, bud. Why don’t you get into bed and I’ll tuck you in when I put my stuff down?”

“Ok!”

To his word, Hotch put his son to bed when he put his things away. He then went back out to the living room. He sat in one of the chairs to face Morgan on the couch.

“So what happened?” Hotch asked him.

Morgan sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “She got triggered when she saw one of your guns while looking for something. I helped calm her down but she got pretty tired after that.”

Hotch sighed again and ran a hand down his face. “I-”

He was cut off when a scream sounded from down the hall.

“I’ll keep Jack in his room, you go to her,” Morgan said as both men got to their feet.

“Daddy?” Jack’s voice came.

“Hey, it’s ok, little man,” Morgan said as he went into the boy’s room. “Your sister is just having a bad dream. Come with me, ok?”

As Jack followed him, Hotch went to Y/n’s room to find her writhing in her bed and crying, eyes still closed. He knelt on her bed and gently grabbed her shoulders, making her let out one more scream and open her eyes, shooting up in bed.

“Daddy?” she said, panting.

“It’s alright, honey, it was just a dream. You’re home with me,” Hotch soothed, running a hand over her messy hair.

Y/n let out a breath and ran her hands over her face as she caught her breath.

Hotch sighed as well and didn’t wait to address the elephant in the room. “It’s getting worse, Y/n. I know you don’t want to do therapy but we can’t avoid it anymore. You’re still a minor, I technically don’t need your consent to send you to therapy but I would feel a lot better if I had it.”

Y/n searched her father’s eyes before looking away and nodding. The man let out a relieved sigh and pulled her in for a hug.

“Can one of you always be with me though?” she asked with a small voice.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The girl nodded into his shoulder and continued hugging him, relishing in his warmth and comfort. She hated the idea of having to let a stranger into her personal life but she knew this wouldn’t go away without help.

Kiera Cass said: “Accepting help is its own kind of strength.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding

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Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

-

By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

-

“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

-

“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

-

Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and”  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

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@daughter-of-the-stars11​ @musicarose​ @random-thoughts-003​

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[riofann]

Rio Random 4

Things got a lot better after that, to your surprise. But you had both decided that you were basically going to do a redo and actively  work on your relationship. It was a bit difficult at first. But you felt better when you saw Mick removing drugs from your house. He also got you a security system that you could look at from your phone to see who has been in and around the house. You didn’t smell Beth around your house as often either. You actually didn't hear much about Beth, as far as you were concerned things were being dealt with.   

Rio would stop by two times a week at least on top of dates breakfast, lunch, brunch, dinner, or dessert. He was a romantic at heart actually, you would find flowers at home or at work sitting on your desk. He often used to look at you and smile which made you blush. You also met Marcus and Rhea one night at a state fair. Rhea was like Rio, hard to read you could see why the two ended up together. All together your relationship was far from perfect but you could honestly say you were happy. 

One late afternoon you rushed home from work. Rio had sent you a text saying he had left a present for you. He often did this when he found lingerie that he liked and wanted you to wear it. Some dates he had dressed you from head to toe, others he provided the undergarments. Not that your taste was bad but he enjoyed doing this. 

When you open the door to your home you hear voices coming from the bottom of your house before you could turn around and walk away you come face to face with a strange woman. 

“Uh hi” Ruby greets uneasily 

“Who are you?” You ask 

“Uh Krystal”

Quickly Beth comes around the corner “Oh Y/N I was just ummm....”

You close your door now pissed, what are you doing in my house. Mick had moved all the drugs from your home, Rio had promised you nothing was left in your house. You looked around to see your house in disarray before turning your attention back to Beth  and these other women.

“Oh well Rio wanted me to drop off something”

“Did he? Inside my house? He doesn’t even have a key, so how’d you get in?” 

“Well Mick helped with that” “Okay what are you dropping off” 

“Uh,” “Right let me just give him a call I’m sure he would love to hear about this”

“NO! Let's not bother him you know he is busy right Be... be be because he wouldn't like that right Krys?” Annie interjects

“Or should I call the police?”

Without warning Beth pulled out her gun and pointed it at you

“What are you doing?” Ruby asked in horror 

“Alright Sit” she says motioning with the gun 

“Are you gonna tell me what you're doing here in my house Elizabeth?”

Instinctively the two women looked at her as she looked shocked as well “How did you?” 

“Elizabeth Boland, you have  5 children with your ex husband Dean right? Used to be a stay at home wife? Did I get that right?” 

“SIT!” she demands “No, what are you gonna do? shoot me?”

“SIT!” she turns to look at Annie and Ruby before turning her attention back to you “Who told you?” 

“Oh uh Mrs. Doubtfire...  Yea i was stopping by to give you that book i borrowed and she said there was no such thing as Krystal had no idea what i was talking about then she told me everything”

“That damn woman” 

“SIT!” 

“NO!  If you're gonna point a gun at me then I expect you to shoot.” 

Ruby tugs at her arm “Beth lets just go” “NO ITS HERE” she yells while yanking her arm back  “you think you are so special, that's what he does you know. Make you feel special then he just dumps you like you're nothing!”

“But I’m not you Beth, and i'm not Rio, so whatever you're looking for its not here and whatever beef you have take it up with him”

“I SAID SIT!” 

“I'm not deaf i don't know why you're yelling” 

“Beth” Annie tries to calm the situation Beth with a bewildered look turns to look at Annie “NO!”

“This is bad” Ruby comments 

“You can't just threaten her life because of some guy....Beth” Annie states  

“I am not all I need her to do is sit Annie!....I know that it’s here it just has to be...” 

As they argued within themselves you felt like it was the perfect opportunity to sneak away as you got close to the door. You turned abruptly to open it when you heard commotion followed by  sharp pain on your side, you looked down to see blood seeping through your clothes. You slowly fall to the floor back resting against the wall. 

“OH MY GOD BETH!” “SHE WAS GETTING AWAY” she defends “HE IS GOING TO KILL US” Annie states looking at her sister like she had 5 heads “I’M SO SORRY Y/N” she says rushing towards you 

“YOU BITCH” You kick her in the chest causing her to fall back, you groan and hold onto your side 

“This isn't good please don't kick me none of this was supposed to happen” Ruby says slowly crouching down next to you

“Put pressure on it” Annie instructs

“I need towels!” 

“It's gonna be okay” Ruby tries her best to sooth you “I can't believe you” 

“I didn't” Beth says while holding onto your wound

Annie rushed back with towels in hand

“Uh guys we have to take her to the hospital” You don’t know when it happens but you start to fade away “Y/N! Can you stand?” “Y/N!” Annie calls your name “she's not... Y/N stay awake 

“What's wrong with you?” Ruby scolds

“What? Ruby..” 

“Why are you trigger happy”

“It was an accident, help me get her in the car!” 

“Well we can't go out the front door”

“Then help me get her through the fucking back door Annie”

“Oh my god” Annie says throwing her hands up 

When 30 minutes pass Rio is beyond infuriated with you. You were not picking up his calls or answering his texts and from what he knew you were at home.He doesn’t  know why you flaked on him, he thinks you were in a drunken slumber wondering how you got back into it, you had shown signs of improvement. 

When he gets to your house however he opens the door, he hears Coconut’s barking and he immediately spots the pool of blood by the door

“Go find her is all he needs to say to Mick”  

He walks through your home, there were multiple holes cut in your walls, holes in the cushion seat on the couch, furniture overturned. When he walks into the bedroom everything is in disarray just like the living area. Carefully he walks down the steps and spots your bag. He thinks you were ambushed. His mind goes into overdrive and is thinking of who would have the gull to do such a thing as far as he was concerned everyone knew enemy wise especially in this line of business that children and wives/girlfriends were out of the question. So whoever had the gull to do such a thing was bold and he’s wondering who it could be. He makes a few calls before he’s sitting in front of your laptop trying to log in. another phone call and he’s given the password. When he looks through the security footage nothing but rage takes over. 

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After pacing the floor in silence Ruby explodes with emotion “He is going to kill us!” 

“He doesn't know where we are” Beth counters

“I have a child Beth and I need to call Stan and let him know what’s going on!” 

“So do I Ruby, I have 5 to be exact,  he wont do anything she's just a placeholder anyway”

Ruby looks at her in disbelief “Are you kidding me he broke up with YOU to be with HER she is no placeholder”

“She's not special he can find another woman  like her anytime soon” Beth states dismissively 

“Beth i don't like this you need to call him and tell him it was a  mistake” Annie jumps into the conversation 

“Relax he doesn't know where we are he’s not stupid plus Dean will throw his ass in jail”

Putting her hands up Ruby states “I can’t believe you” before she walks away A brief moment of silence before Beth’s phone starts ringing

When they all look at the phone only unknown flashes through the screen after the 5th time the screen is black for good

“Elizabeth please for our sake just tell him” Ruby pleads “we can’t be hidden forever” 

“NO! Now shut up and let me think!” 

“Or what you're gonna shoot me” Ruby expresses frustrated 

“It was an accident!” 

Ruby scoffs, “Like shooting him too? I'm starting to think you’re trigger happy”

“Don't start accusing me you shot someone in the foot!” 

“That was an accident! We all know it was, but you just can't let this life go huh. You can't let this power go so whoever stands in your way you're gonna get rid of them” 

Beth walked up to Ruby looking at her right in the eye “You're right so move out of my way” she didn't have time to be arguing with her so if that meant intimidating her she would. 

Annie quickly got between the two and separated them. “Guys i cant right now please not now, i can't deal with this, we just need to stick together” 

Beth was right Rio couldn't locate them at first but he had found you. You were in the surgical icu stabilizing after your surgery. Because you were considered a Jane Doe no one was really allowed to see you, but Rio had his connections and he walked in to see you fast asleep before walking out. He says nothing as Mick drives him over to Beth’s house. Nothing was out of the ordinary except Beth was missing. He also had other cars posted outside of Ruby’s house and Annie's. 

“Aii bet” he hangs up the phone irritated that no one could locate Beth, she had become a protégé, so good at hiding things from him now. 

"You gon’ have to get rid of her” Mick states before looking at Rio,  “She shot you, planned your assassination," he scoffs "stolen, sabotaged, lied, how much more you gon let her get away with"

“I cant get rid of her, if i do i gotta deal with the other 2, not to mention the stupid ass husbands that's almost 10 kids in foster care, too much heat its bad for business now anyway, plus I'm still under the microscope cuz of Turner” 

“Both can’t co exist  though, so you either with Beth or you with Y/N.”

“Fuck me”

“Gotta make a move boss”

“Ima figure something out” 

It takes 2 days but he finally locates them. Abruptly woken from their sleep and thrown in a van they find themselves in an unknown place, kneeling in front of him, with plastic bags underneath them. 

“Please i have children” Beth tries to plead her case 

Rio’s shoulders roll back before he speaks “Nah see you can’t keep doing that mama, you can't keep provoking me and asking for mercy cuz you got kids.”

“I'm a mother, they need their mother!”

“Please Rio” Ruby interjects 

“See that's the problem, I hoped you being a mother, you would actually be more careful but I get it now. You just wanna be reckless and use me as your cover. Shoot me 3 times it's my fault. Steal my fault, lie my fault, plot to kill me my fault" his shoulders roll "what was Y/N’s fault why you shoot her?" Already knowing the answer he wanted to see what she would  say 

"She knows my name I know you told her"

"She's my girl"

"Right just like I was but unlike her you can't replace me you need me!” 

"Humor me Beth, are you jealous?" 

Beth scoffs “of what?"  

"Y/N"

She scoffs again "you wish! You probably get off knowing 2 women want you" 

He licks his bottom lip and smiles. It takes a minute before he speaks “So what should i do with you, all of you? I know I’m tired of this game, we’ve been playing it for too long. Aint y’all tired of wondering if im gon kill you?” He asks addressing Annie and Ruby

“Please I promise to walk away” Annie offers 

“Annie shut up!” Beth scolds 

“NO! YOU SHUT UP BETH GOD YOU ARE SELFISH! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN!” 

“Annie I’m trying to....” Before she can finish she stops after she hears her phone ringing  

Rio looks down at the phone “Talk it out I gotta take this call” he says before walking away 

The girls don’t say anything but look at each other. When they see him return Beth comments “I got this let me speak.” waiting for him to sit down before she begins “You can’t kill us and you know it. So you can run back to your little girlfriend and kiss her wound and tell her she's special and I'll go back to doing my thing” she says snidely Both Annie and Ruby looked at her shocked.

“She is, it could have been you but the 3 bullets kinda changed my mind”

“OH MY GOD! Can you let that go!”

“I did then I found out you hired a hitman and some kid to shoot me. Things change all the time between us,  you know this”

“So what are you gonna do? Because we have work to do”

“I know.” He nods at the men behind them. The zip ties are cut before he walks away “I’ll see you around yea?”

When he leaves they all look at each other shocked that he even let them walk away. They remain in that position until all the men leave. 

“See I told you!”

“I can’t do this Beth you need some serious help and I’m not willing to wager my family as collateral for it”  Ruby states “It worked” “For you! Not for us, you think it's just a one woman show where you do everything? Like your actions don’t have any effect on our lives'' “Ruby it worked I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it” “Yea well better that than you” 

Annie interjects once again  before things get heated “Guys can we just figure out how to get home”

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“So what now?” Mick asks frustrated with the whole thing. “She still working for you?”  he knew the pattern all too well Beth would do something to get back at Rio 

“Nah we moving, leaving Michigan, getting new headquarters. She wanna run the business? Cool, but no protection, no muscle, no supply of weapons, no connections, yea she can print money but she can’t operate or deal, not without me. Make sure everyone knows if they entertain her they are dead. I don’t care what it is if I find out I’m putting a bounty on your head. She right though I can’t kill her but i can kill her business” 

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It took a few days but when you regain consciousness in the hospital you see one of Rio’s men at least you’re assuming he is sitting by you. You two don’t speak and you go back to sleep. The next day police stop by to question you about your shooting, you tell them the story Rio’s guy told you, a home invasion gone wrong. They leave satisfied with the explanation. Rio comes to visit a few days after  you have been moved to a step down unit that was more private.

The door opens and you watch as he walks in “Rio”

Hey mama he approaches you with hands behind his back and as he gets closer a cute teddy bear that has ‘get well soon on it’ 

“How you feeling?”  he asks taking a seat next to you on the bed 

“I got shot” you state factually

“You got shot” he says moving the hair from your face 

“Where have you been? The cops came to see me”

“I know they stopped by, I was handling something. Did you tell them what Honcho told you to say?”

“Yes” 

He smiles and looks at you with a face you can’t quite read

“So where is she?” 

You were hoping he would say dead in a ditch somewhere or something along the lines of ‘you never have to worry about her’ but what he said made you more angry

“At home”

“She's alive?”

“Yea” 

You roll your eyes, was she gonna be thorn on your side for the rest of your life with Rio? “But she won’t bother you” “Yea said that last time and now i have a bullet hole on my side that says otherwise” “Nah she won’t be able to reach you this time cuz we leaving, after you get discharged” 

“What? You want me to move?” 

“Yea,we can...”  You interrupt "There's no we anymore, you're like a bad omen. In less than a year since  i met you I get shot and now i have a bullet wound because of your unhinged ex that you couldn't keep in check and you still think there's a 'we' " 

“I told you,” he runs his hand down his chin “i asked you to be patient” he speaks softly 

“Be patient, meant with you! So you could change not ‘be patient, my crazy ex who i can't control will shoot you months from now but i still need you to understand” you say sarcasm laced in your tone 

“Y/N” “You told me to treat you like any other guy on the street, so I am. We are done!” 

“You can't stay here” he stresses “Why not?” “Beth isn’t my only enemy, and once she finds out my plans she will go to them for revenge” 

“So where are we going? I have a career here! Aunt Brenda and Mia, my parents, I visit their graves often”  

“They can come visit you, You can always get another job, it’s not safe for you here Y/N”

“Was it ever safe? Didn’t you have enemies before? Was I not in danger then” 

“This is different, Beth is vengeful I can’t risk it” 

“Where are we going?” 

“I can't tell you, not now I’m still figuring that out” 

“Typical” “Listen i'm packing up your house I’m gonna get you a new place in a new city you'll get a job” 

“Rio are you kidding me you want me to just up and leave?” “Yea,” he stands up and looks down at you  “it’s non negotiable, i gotta protect you, after you get discharged we leaving” 

“Protect me? From who? The only person I need protection from is you. Rein que le diable (nothing but the devil)” 

He stares at you for a moment  “get some rest” he says before kissing your forehead. He didn’t care about how you felt in the moment protecting you, Marcus, and Rhea were his top priority and he knew that always came with push back no matter who he was talking to.

A/N: as always tell me what you think. Not really a fan of this chapter didn’t know how to go around it. 

[birdsaesthetic]

A Hell of a Day

Summary: Kurt is accused of being an abusive jackass to Jane? (I’m sorry but I had to write this one.) On fanfaction.

Jane was right behind Kurt as they chased the fleeing suspect, but with an unmatched urgency Jane caught up to the woman first, who managed to get in one good swipe with her knife before Kurt knocked it out of her hand reach. The suspect put up a fight with the two then, actually landing a punch right to Jane's left eye and knocking Kurt across the room before Jane finally pinned her to the ground and paralyzed her movements to end the fight there.

Some time later, after the suspect was handcuffed then taken to custody, Jane could still feel the sting of that woman's fierce punch to her eye, and the burning sensation there, and knew she was probably already developing what would be a quite impressive black eye. Goddamnit.

In the ambulance vehicle Kurt went, and found Jane sitting with an ice bag being pressed against the left side of her face. "Sorry for that," he murmured as he tucked the mess of her hair behind her ears.

She looked up at him with her non-swollen eye and put up a small, forced smile. "I'm okay. It barely hurts, I promise."

The tips of his fingers had trailed down her neck by now, and he said, "That's because of the 600 milligram tablet of Brufen they had you swallow."

"Well, then that's good!" She drew a deep breath and lifted her free hand atop his own. "Our date still stands, huh? We're still going to have that dinner at the French restaurant, right?"

"No. Another time," he sighed, and his heart felt as though being physically stung at saying that.

"Kurt…but we made a reservation this time!"

His blue eyes bore into hers, full of pity and fear and exhaustion, and love—always love. "Doesn't matter. Your injury is no joke. We're going home so you can rest."

"I said I'm okay! And I'm starving."

"I'll make you something to eat at home," he promised, his thumb brushing against the tender skin of her neck.

She put the ice bag aside, lowered her head, and blinked several times to lose the burning sensation and get the tears under control. After a moment she surfaced, a frown clung to her face. "You know, we've been saying 'another time' for the past two weeks."

"I know, Janie… We've been unfortunate. I'm sorry. But the headache will be tenfold worse if you don't rest. So, just let me help you out of here and take us home."

She said nothing when he secured a protective arm around her back and walked her the paces to their car then helped her get comfortable in the passenger seat. The first half of the drive home went quiet, save for the hisses Jane occasionally let out, at which Kurt's heart sank. In the second half, she was feeling completely numb, all over her body, and might as well have fallen unconscious if the bag of ice she'd been holding to her swollen eye hadn't agitated her when it started leaking drops of iced water all over her neck, chest, and jeans.

"I think that…I need another ice bag. This one is leaking," she said between gritted teeth, and Kurt immediately nodded, offered some reassurance by patting her on the upper thigh. "Alright. Alright. I'll get you that. Right now. Hold on."

He made a stop at the nearest drugstore, though before he hopped out of the car, he asked Jane, "Need anything else besides that?"

"No. No. Just that."

Only when she heard the door being slammed by Kurt did she let out a loud groan she'd be holding back, and threw the broken ice bag to the dashboard. The pain was getting worse by every passing second; it was the kind of pain that time seemed to stop. She steeled herself for a minute, two, three, and then thought, how am I supposed to keep up with this pain for the rest of this damn day? God. If she was to survive it, she'd need numerous ice bags to cover her whole face with them, and a package or two of Brufen—which she should've told Kurt to bring with him, but… She released another loud groan, and the urgency she felt afterward made her get out of the car and into the store Kurt was at to get everything she needed herself.

There, she stumbled across Kurt about to grip what seemed like a package of painkillers? And were these two or three bags of ice in his other hand? She couldn't quite tell, and so she went straight to him.

"Worraya doin' here? You okay, Jane?" he blurted, leaving whatever he was about to grip and gripping her arm instead. Oh, love. There were also bruises already forming right below the purple skin of her swollen eye.

"Did you need anything else?"

"Yeah. Just a… Some more Brufen, please, and lots of ice bags. Lots of them." She fumbled in her words, and Kurt regripped her even harder by the arm his knuckles turned white only so he could keep her still—because by now she was shaking, her eyes fluttering.

"K. K. I've got that for you. Now go back to the car. Can you go there by yourself?"

She nodded, and as he loosened his grip around her arm, Kurt noticed that there was a woman glaring at him so intensely with an apoplectic, contorted face. Though once he glared back, she pretended she was busy and walked the same way Jane had just passed by: to the gate.

Weller had never been this fast as he gripped the nearest two packages of Brufen, dealt with the cashier in three seconds, and jogged to the gate, where he saw the same damn woman speaking to Jane face-to-face.

"Ma'am, stay away from my wife!" Kurt shouted, willing himself for an ambush or something even worse at the scene before him, as common and mundane as it was. He stopped between Jane and the woman, who jerked back.

"What the hell do you want?" he said in a voice that spoke volumes about how heated he was.

"Kurt…," Jane tried to say.

"You're an asshole. A piece of garbage. I hope you die right here and now," the woman snapped at Kurt, and then pointed an index finger at Jane, who was shaken and in a total agony and could barely hold herself together, and said, "And you…you don't deserve this! I've been in your place once. I've been just like you. But thank God I got away, and you can, too." The woman was seconds away from bursting into tears. But then she hastened on her way without a glimpse back at them then was no longer seen.

"What the hell was that?" Jane asked with a puzzled look. He looked down at her and raised his brows in exhaustion. "Let's just get in the car."

Once back in the car and out of the parking lot, Jane blurted, "What just happened back there, Kurt?"

His eyes on the road, Kurt mumbled, "Well, that woman thought that I'm a jackass and abusive to you."

"What?" Her eyes widened. "That didn't even cross my mind!"

"Well…"

She took a new ice bag and pressed it against her swollen eye, then stared at Kurt with her fine eye for a full minute as he drove. "You're upset now?"

"I'm."

"Kurt, since when do we care what people think of us?"

"Since they start seeing me as that type of man. I never want to be seen as that type of man."

"We know the truth, Kurt. And so does everyone we care about. You are not that type of man. Are you hearing me?"

He only nodded.

"Everyone who knows you knows what kind of man you really are. And that's what matters. You're a good man, Kurt. A great husband. An incredible father."

"Thanks, love."

"I'm just saying facts here!" She tried a smile when she saw his faint smile. "And that woman, she was absurd."

"I feel deeply sorry for her. She must've really been traumatized by an abuser before. Hence why she seemed impulsive and hateful of me when she saw your injury, and couldn't interpret our case other than the way she did."

"If that's the case, then I'm deeply sorry for her too. And I'm sure, if she'd known what happened behind this black eye, how we literally saved Manhattan from blowing up today, and had to postpone our 'special date' because of all that, she'd would've been so, so sorry for us, too…"

Kurt sniggered then, and Jane fought between laughing and groaning.

"It's not like I wanted to postpone our special date earlier today, you know. We're still going. But not until you get better."

"Yeah, I know. And, I'll admit, my headache is getting the best of me at this point…"

"It'll get better, Janie."

"It better get better…"

Note: Let me know what you think of this :)

[slash-em-up]

Workin’ For The Money: A Logger Fic

The first meeting of a Final Girl and her Slasher.

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1954

Joanna Maren was nervous.

And that didn’t happen too damn often.

She sat, frozen but somehow still out of breath, in her brother’s car outside the Copper Street Bar.

This was ridiculous. She shouldn’t be this scared.

At 18 years old, freshly graduated from high school, there was no way something so mundane as asking for a job should be this intimidating… but there you go.

“Come on Jo. Just… do it. They have the sign up, they’re looking for help… you’re help!”

And god, she needed the money.

Without having officially asked or even applied to a college, Jo knew her parent would be tough sells. Why send your daughter to a university? Oh, I don’t know, so she can get an education and maybe achieve more than turning into her mother?

Again, beside the point.

She was going to be as little a burden on her parent as she could – and that’s where Copper Street came in.

But even so, she could hear her mother’s voice in her head - sneering condescendingly every single time the family passed the bar.

“Nothing but drunks and prostitutes in there.”

Her father would hum in agreement, although Jo knew he liked to stop in on occasion after work for a drink. It was easier to just let her mother speak her piece and then do exactly as you liked.

… But having her daughter work there... Might actually kill the older woman.

A loud crash from inside the building pulled the blonde from her contemplation.

Jo jumped in her seat as the front doors of the bar flew open, letting a couple of men stumble out onto the sidewalk.

The taller of the pair was manhandling the very obviously drunk and angry smaller man out the door with practiced ease.

“C’mon Ben! He started it!! Lemme get back in there!!”

The man thrashed, trying to dislodge the tall brunette, who held his arm in an immovable grip while looking supremely annoyed.

“I think you’re done for the night, Billy. Why don’t you go home and sleep it off?”

And there was Ben Sullivan.

She’s seen the bartender several times in passing around town; but hadn’t actually spoken to him.

Her eyes took stock of the man as he continued to argue with the drunk.

Tall - very tall - and hard-looking.

She didn’t think he was particularly old; but he looked like one of those people who’d had life beat the shit out of them and it showed.

Yet, despite the roughness of his face, his hair and beard were tidy, and his clothes were neatly pressed - although the man he was tussling with was starting to do a number on his shirt.

A few more forceful words and a shove later had the drunken man stumbling down the sidewalk, away from the bar - leaving Mr. Sullivan to catch his breath in the warm June night.

Jo ducked down in her seat as the man’s head jerked up to look in her direction.

She didn’t think he’d actually seen her, but the fact that he’d felt her gaze on him anyway was alarming.

The man glanced around the quiet street once more before turning on his heel and re-entering the bar.

Well, nothing for it now.

Taking a deep breath, Jo opened the car door and jogged across the sidewalk - pausing momentarily to adjust her skirt and smooth her hair before entering the building.

The first thing that she noted was how loud the room was.

It seemed filled to the brim with tables and a long line of tall stools in front of a dark wood bar - each occupied by a man - Jo even recognized a few of her father’s coworkers from City Hall amongst them; but the majority looked like workers from the logging camps that peppered the woods outside of town.

She paused just inside the door to watch the flurry of movement as a pair of women walked quickly from table to table taking orders on small notepads before yelling over to the pair of bartenders behind the wood divider, who yelled back in confirmation before spinning around to take orders from the men seated on the stools.

It looked chaotic, and Jo wasn’t sure she’d even be noticed as she took a seat near the end of the bar.

“Nah, nah, nah, nah! Hey! Girly! You look like you’re twelve years old, get outta here!”

The other bartender was glaring as he walked over, planting himself in front of Jo as she subconsciously straightened her spine, sitting up taller.

“We don’t serve minors - git!”

Jo tried to keep her face neutral as the bartender lambasted her; but she was pretty sure she could feel her placid look slipping by the second.

“I’m not here for a drink, I’m here for a job!” she shouted over the din.

The man rolled his eyes.

“Oh for - Ben! BEN! Some middle-schooler wants to work here!”

“I’m NOT - “

“What’s going on, Davy?”

Davy and Jo paused as Ben walked over, moving behind the other man to quickly ring up a tab at the register - barely glancing at Jo before he moved next to Davy, handing a customer his change.

“Blondie here wants the waitress job.”

“Aren’t you Ed Maren’s girl? Jane?”

“Jo…”

“Ah, yeah, Jo…”

Davy scoffed, bringing Ben and Jo’s attention back to him as Ben started pulling bottles and glasses onto the under-bar workstation, mixing drinks as he listened.

“You ever wait tables before?”

“No, but…”

“Ever even been in a place like this?”

“I - “

“Yeah, Ben; I don’t think Shirley Temple here is the kind of help we need.”

“DAVY! Where’s my cocktails for table three?”

The shorter bartender swung around, stomping back over to the other side of the bar to deal with an angry, frazzled-looking woman in a black dress.

Jo sighed, pursing her lips as she glanced back at Ben - surprised to see his eyes on her as he speedily poured half a dozen cocktails from a glass mixer.

“Yeah, maybe I don’t have any experience - and maybe I’ve never been in a bar before; but I can learn and… I want this job.”

Ben said nothing.

Jo crossed her arms over her chest, meeting his stare head-on.

“I’m not gonna leave until you at least give me a chance.”

“BEN! I need those drinks!”

The blonde held the tall man’s gaze as the noises of the bar continued to rage around them.

Jo cocked a single brow at the bartender.

The tall brunette’s expression slipped into a small grin.

“Alright, Jo. Let’s give this a shot - MARY!” he shouted across the room to a red-headed woman carrying a tray.

The other woman approached, looking exhausted as she threw Ben a questioning glance.

“Mary, this is Jo - Jo, Mary. Follow her around and help out where you can - we’ll talk more after closing.”

Jo’s face lit up in a wide smile as she was handed an apron.

“You won’t regret it, Mr. Sullivan!”

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The remainder of the night was a blur of lights and noises as Jo had followed Mary around the bar, trying to listen to her shouted instructions as they moved from table to table.

By the time the evening was over and the door locked behind the last patron, Jo was ready to collapse.

She plopped down at one of the tables with a groan, gingerly lifting one of her legs up to massage her ankle.

The heels she’d come in with weren’t tall at all; but her feet still ached like she’d been stepping on glass by the end of the third hour. There were definitely blisters under her socks.

Someone had spilled a beer over her dress about half-way through the night. She felt sticky.

But even so, Jo had a euphoric sense of accomplishment, and couldn’t help but grin widely as Ben sat down in a chair next to her.

The tall bartender chuckled at her expression, faint smile lines around his green eyes crinkling as he leaned back in his seat, stretching his long legs out beneath the table.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Looked like you were gettin’ the hang of things pretty well by the end of the night - even yelled at me once if memory serves.”

Jo blushed. Yeah, she may have gotten a little too caught up in the hubbub and energy of the room.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be - you’ll probably be doin’ a lot more of it pretty soon.”

The young blonde perked up at his words.

“Does that mean I got the job?”

Ben’s grin grew into a wide smile at the woman’s enthusiasm.

“You had it about four hours ago, this is just a formality.”

Jo laughed and clasped her hands in front of her, smiling like a fool and not caring one bit.

“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Ben’s expression shifted into a vaguely distasteful look at her words.

“You’re welcome; but do me a favor and cut the ‘Mr. Sullivan’ nonsense.”

The pair eyed each other silently for a moment as Jo mulled his statement over.

“Sorry, Ben. And really. Thanks.”

“My pleasure, Jo.”

[nyahsaqueen]

Task 001: Character Playlist.

Death Becomes Her - a Nyah Queen playlist

Snippets of Lyrics below:

1. tipsy - Chloe x Halle

man just this entire song is her vibe, k bye

I've been crucified, darling Ghosts haunt me like New Orleans I've been charged with murder Need someone to push me further I'll hit you where it hurts, yeah If you don't put me first, yeah And I don't give no apologies If you lose a life, that's not on me, yeah

[Pre-Chorus] Better, baby, better treat me better Better than those other guys who change up like the weather, yeah It is such a shame that they went missing, they can't find 'em now Oh, I wonder how I accidentally put them in the ground, yeah

[Chorus] I might be a little tipsy on your love Makes me a little crazy, but so what? You're strumming on my heartstrings, don't be dumb If you love your little life, then don't fuck up

[Verse 2] I'll take you to the afterlife Boy, if you ain't actin' right Key your car and crash the lights Hit your head, I'm not polite Then I'll hunt down your family Let 'em know 'bout the tragedy Who did it? A mystery But you know that it, it was me, yeah

2. scream - Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson

 Tired of injustice Tired of the schemes The lies are disgusting So what does it mean, damn it? Kicking me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks, damn it

Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right! You're selling out souls but I I care about mine I've got to get stronger And I won't give up the fight

3. girls like us - Zoe Wees

 It's hard for girls like us We don't know who we trust Not even the ones we love 'Cause they don't know

4. motive - Ariana Grande & Doja Cat

'Cause I see you tryin', subliminally tryin' To see if I'm gon' be the one that's in your arms I admit it's exciting, parts of me kinda like it But before I lead you on

Baby, tell me, what's your motive? (Motive)

You treat me like gold, baby Now you wanna spoil me Did you want a trophy or you wanna sport me, baby? Want me on your neck 'cause you wanted respect 'Cause you fightin' some war, baby Well, I had to bring the fists out, had to put a wall up But don't trust phonies, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You gotta tell me, what's your motive, baby?

5. boss bitch - Doja Cat

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high heel shoes I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four And two left feet, you know I always drop First thing a girl did was a bop I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss

6. nightmare - Halsey

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile" No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

7. all the stars - Kendrick Lamar, SZA

Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence And calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin'? Mothafucka, I don't even like you Corrupted man's heart with a gift That's how you find out who you dealin' with A small percentage who I'm buildin' with I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin' On my momma, that's the realest shit

8. needed me - Rihanna

But baby, don't get it twisted You was just another n**** on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck ya white horse and ya carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it

You needed me Ooh, you needed me To feel a little more, and give a little less Know you hate to confess But baby ooh, you needed me 9. checklist - Normani, Calvin Harris feat. Wizkid

Come show me what the neck ’bout Might show you what the check ’bout Might show you what that net 'bout Give it all to you if you check out Way you moving it around me Make me feel like you wan’ drown me Make me feel like you wan' wet me Only you know how to get me up

10. truth hurts - Lizzo

You tried to break my heart? Oh, that breaks my heart That you thought you ever had it No, you ain't from the start Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch I mean, who would wanna hide this? I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick I put the sing in single Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger So you can tell your friend, "Shoot your shot" when you see him It's okay, he already in my DMs

I'ma hit you back in a minute (Yeah, yeah) I don't play tag, bitch, I been it (One time) We don't fuck with lies (Two times), we don't do goodbyes (Woo) We just keep it pushing like ay-ay-ay

11. juice - Lizzo

If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I'm goals) I was born like this, don't even gotta try (Now you know) I'm like chardonnay, get better over time (So you know) Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lie (Haha)

It ain’t my fault that I'm out here gettin’ loose Gotta blame it on the Goose Gotta blame it on my juice, baby It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news I’m the pudding in the proof Gotta blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice

12. motivation - normani

 Fallin'  into the bed Why would we ever do somethin' instead of Fallin' into the bed right now? Yeah

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation To stay and give it tonight And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation Hey, 'cause I do it so right Think about it, ooh, I think about it Think about it, ooh, take a look at me now Hey, a little motivation, alright

13. mi gente - J Balvin, Willy William

Esquina a esquina, de ahí no' vamo' El mundo es grande, pero lo tengo en mi' manos Estoy muy duro, sí, ok, ahí vamos Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando

English: i’m rusty, i had to get some google help

Corner on the corner, that’s where we go The world is big, but I have it in my hands I’m very tough, yes, okay, there we go And over time we keep going up

14. sorry not sorry - Demi Lovato

Now, I'm out here lookin' like revenge Feelin' like a ten, the best I've ever been And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse (Wait a minute) Now, you're out here lookin' like regret, ain't too proud to beg Second chance, you'll never get And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse (Wait a minute)

Now, payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the baddest You fuckin' with a savage Can't have this, can't have this (Ah) And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

15. django jane - Janelle Monáe

And hit the mute button, let the vagina have a monologue Mansplaining, I fold 'em like origami What's a wave, baby? This a tsunami For the culture, I kamikaze, I put my life on a life line If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?

16. perfect illusion - Lady Gaga

Tryin' to get control Pressure's takin' its toll Stuck in the middle zone I just want you alone My guessing game is strong Way too real to be wrong Caught up in your show Yeah, at least now I know

It wasn't love, it wasn't love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion) Mistaken for love, it wasn't love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion) You were a perfect illusion

17. formation - Beyoncé

I see it, I want it, I stunt; yellow bone-it I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, albino alligators El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (Take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star) 'Cause I slay (Slay), I slay (Hey), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) All day (Okay), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) We gon' slay (Slay), gon' slay (Okay), we slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) I slay (Okay), okay (Okay), I slay (Okay), okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, 'cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated

18. be careful - Cardi B

Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'? Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'? You gon' gain the whole world But is it worth the girl that you're losin'? Be careful with me Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin' Be careful with me Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it Be careful with me

19. i like that - Janelle Monáe

I remember when you called me weird We was in math class, third row, I was sitting by you Right before Mr. Ammond’s class 'Cause my mama couldn’t afford new Js Polos, thrift store, thrift clothes that was all I knew Do you remember? Uh, I remember when you laughed when I cut my perm off And you rated me a six I was like, “Damn” But even back then with the tears in my eyes I always knew I was the shit 20. W - Koffee feat. Gunna

Everything we do, we give thanks, tell dem wah we do Lowe di L, take di W (Ayy, ayy) One thing deh out deh fi you (Ayy, ayy) And it nah come if you no go

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “goodbye”. 23 years ago. The afternoon after the isle was set up. Olympus. Zeus is milling about the throne room excessively drinking in celebration. The marble floor cracks. From them vines fly out and form a Venus fly trap. The mouth opens and out steps a figure in a dark verdant hooded cloak. They send vines in Zeus’s direction which wrap around neck)

Zeus: WHO ARE YOU!!!!

Persephone (removing the cloak): who the fuck do you think it is your “majesty”

Zeus: eurghooh uh. Lady Persephone. To what do I owe the pleasure

Persephone: oh stuff it you old sot. You know what you did!!!!

Zeus: I assure you. I have no idea whatsoever as to what you mean

Persephone: my husband and my two week son where missing when I woke up this morning.

Zeus (feigning concern): really? That’s horrible

Persephone: he did it didn’t he? Adam. He set that, that horrible god awful prison up

Zeus (dropping all pretences): I’m happy to say he did. Now all of those, ahem, people, for want of a better word, are where they belong and can no longer harm us. Oh don’t look at me like that my girl. This is a good thing. Now you’re no longer bound by that pissy little contract he forced you into. You can rejoin your mother here on Olympus and all is as it was a should be before my idiot little destroyed your life

Persephone: if he destroyed my life I wouldn’t be here defending him you stupid slut. Nobody gets it. Nobody has ever seemed to have gotten it. I went through that fissure. I approached the skull throne. I threw myself at him. Being up here was a fucking snooze fest of banality. So I took the first out I could find. And I could not have been happier of what my life has become. The only reason the contract exists is because my mother threatened humanity’s livelihood should I stay there. If it were up to me I would’ve never have come back. I had to sign that to save the mortals

Zeus: how can you possibly be happy in the worlds basement

Persephone: hades is a good husband and provider. He respects my boundaries. He’s never strayed without my consent. And unlike you. He’s never purposefully killed anyone.

Zeus: and what of what he did to my son?

Persephone: ok. I shan’t defend him for that. Because he doesn’t defend himself for it either. He knows he did something disreputable. But he’s more then made up for it. Among other things he paid for and officiated the boys wedding

Zeus: where the Helios was I in all this?

Persephone: you were wine drunk, literally swanning about and harassing anyone and all naiads that stayed still long enough for you to approach them

Zeus (fondly): ah yes, good times, good times. Wait. Where are you going

Persephone: I’m going back home. Pain and Panic are good babysitters. But when Persey cries she tends to burn their limbs

Zeus: who cares. They’re the help

Persephone: they’re family.

(She leaves the way she arrived. On the isle. It’s dark, cold and barren. Hades (John Barrowman) is unconscious. There’s a large green and yellow bruise on his left temple. He’s woken up by the sound of crying)

Hades: hey kiddo. It’s alright. We’ll be ok. I tbini. We just have to get to shelter

(A very large very angry dragon jumps out of the fog. End of flashback. Underworld. Present day. Persephone is at her desk on her laptop)

Persey: see ya ma! I’m going out

Persephone: goodbye dear. Wait. Where are you going?

Persey: Auradon. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard? Chad Charming’s gone postal, stole Verna’s wand. Ben’s missing and Lonnie just sent out the batsignal.

Persephone: oh my goodness. Wow. Do you need me to help?

Persey: just look after our home.

(They disappear a wisp of steel grey fire. Outskirts of Auradon. Elsa’s unconscious on the ground. The girls have found her)

Lonnie: oh my god

Jane: your majesty

Dizzy: we’re off to a great start

Jane: your majesty wake up. Please wake up

Dizzy: the bazooka use the bazooka

Jane: right yes of course

(She squirts ends with the bazooka which instantly wakes her up)

Elsa: ouch. Use that sparingly dear. We may need it more than you think. Could somebody help me up please. Thank you Lonnie

Lonnie: what happened?

Elsa: I teleported here and then I hit something

Jane: it’s a barrier. She put up a barrier around Auradon

Dizzy: ohhhh she’s good. I mean she’s an evil psychopathic bitch. But she’s clever

Lonnie: how do we get inside?

Elsa: Jane?

(Jane makes confused questioning noises)

Elsa: if you would be so kind as to assist me in getting past the barrier?

Jane: ohhhh. Yeah sure let’s do it

(The ice queen and light fairy use magic to create a hole in the barrier. As they do so a flaming comet zooms down and crash a few feet away from them)

Elsa: what the hell

Barrowman!Hades: Name's Hades, Lord of the dead. Hi, how ya doin'?

Jane: fuck

(Elsewhere in Auradon on the school grounds Mal and the others have just touched ground. Mal’s a human again doubled over in pain)

Mal (groaning painfully): urgh. FuckDAMMIT!!!! Jesus I’m not made for this

Hadie (worriedly): are you alright

Mal: I will be. A minivan I am not.

Hadie: was this the first time you’ve carried this many people?

Mal: yeah. Normally it’s just Ben. And even then it’s only if he asks.

Hadie: really.

Jay: let’s just say he wouldn’t watch GOT for the political intrigue

Carlos: or HYTTD for the animation

Evie: or merlin for the story line

Hadie (knowledgeably): ahhh, he’s a scaly

Core four: yep

Harry: can you let me go now?

Jay: uhhhh. Nah

Harry: why?

Mal: because we may yet need a human sacrifice. And you’re the only schmo who fits the bill.

Harry: huh?

Carlos: Gil and I are loved by everyone. I’m the kings adoptive son. He’s the kings brother. You’re the ground people use to scrape gum off their shoes

Evie: that’s an insult to shoes gum and ground. And scraping

Carlos: my apologies. To shoes gum ground and scraping

Harry: I hate you all.

Jay: don’t expect us to lose sleep over it

Harry: besides. I’m the last person who should be a sacrifice

Evie: that specific criteria has been discontinued

Harry: huh

Jay: people like you can be scarified now

Harry: shit

Mal: oh no. Oh no no no no no. This is not good

Evie: they’re all asleep. DOUG

Mal: BEN

Gil: LONNIE

Evie: please pickup please please please pickup.

Mal: nonononononono. Gah. I miss you

Gil: please be safe

Jay: Jane isn’t answering either.

Mal: ok ok ok. So. The king. His major-domo/regent. And both their regents are missing. All the remaining students are asleep. It’s only half past two in the afternoon but I already want to take a brandy bath. Because Auradon has no leader. So we’re all screwed to fuckery

Jay: well that’s not entirely true is it. Hadie could you summon the three little bitches. Cause I really really want them to see this

(Hadie makes Uma, Harriet and Cj appear via grey smoke)

Uma: what the hell’a going on?

Harriet (very confused): we were still on the bridge and what’s all that funny coloureds stuf on the ground?

Jay: you three are gonna hate this. You, Uma, especially are gonna hate it. (In his announcer voice) NOW PRESENTING. MALEFICENT BERTHA. THE ACTING QUEEN OF AURADON

(He bows to Mal, closely floored by Carlos Celia Gil and Hadie. Evie is pulled to her knees by Carlos. Mal looks like she was just clipped by a car)

Uma: what?

Jay: well after the wedding she’ll be queen legally. But for now she’s just the regent. It’s wonderful don’t ya think?

Hadie: it’s marvellous. Now bow heathens

Harriet: fat fucking chance.

Jay: oh but Harry’s bowing to the one true queen

Harry: Celia bent my spine

Celia: it was my pleasure

Uma: I am not bowing to that.

Jay: oh you act as if you have a choice

(He uses magic to make the three pirates kowtow to the dark fairy)

Jay: there ya go. Isn’t that better?

(Mal takes a swig of her hipflask and disappears into purple smoke. Everyone stands up again)

Gil: where did mal go?

Jay: I think I know

Evie: then tell us ohhhh. Yeah. Sounds about right

Hadie: where is she. I’ll go to her. Me Evie and Harry

Harry: I don’t fucking think so

Hadie: she’s family. We have to help her

Harry: I’ll bring the coughing

Evie: if that’s going with you then mal will probably commit a sin on sacred ground

Hadie: where is it that she’s gone to?

Jay: you’ll see

(He moves his lower arm around creating a cloud of gold smoke that surrounds Evie and Hadie. When it clears they’ve disappeared. The smoke deposits them on stone steps. Hadie’s clutching Harry’s arm)

Harry: I hate you. I honest to mmmmother hate you

Evie: feelings mutual. Come on let’s go

Hadie: where are we Evie

Evie: where the king was crowned a year and a half ago

(They enter the cathedral . Only Mal is now where to be seen)

Harry: well she’s not here let’s go

Evie: up bup bup. There is one way to lure her out of hiding. Hadie the dagger please

Harry (having flashbacks to when he was 14): no Nono don’t you dare dont you fucking think about it. FUUUUUUCK! She did it

(Evie uses the dagger to slash Harry’s shin. He falls down in pain. Mal pops up from behind the pulpit)

Mal: I heard Scottish screaming (realises she was played) aw crap I shoulda known. I hate it when you do that

Evie: it’s a tested tried and true method. Plus it’s fun to maim him

Mal: yeah...(she heaves a sigh and sits down heavily on the stage) I’m queen. “Yay” I want Ben. Is that pathetic? It sounds pathetic

Evie (sitting down next to her): no. I want Doug. Does that make me ok pathetic?

Mal: no. It’s a change though. Did you ever think two years ago we’d be wanting our boyfriends here protecting us?

Evie: two years ago I wanted to sink my claws into a prince. Now I have the perfect man

Mal: no, the perfect man bypassed you and asked me out. But Doug’s a close second though

Evie (cackling): bitch

Mal: sister. Older by a day

Hadie: May I scoot in if we’re sharing things?

Mal (making a space for him between her and Evie): sure. What do you want to talk about?

Hadie: I never knew my mother. And before you say “don’t rub it in”. I wasn’t born on the island. I’m an Olympian by birth. But when Adam set the isl...you know what, let’s just call it what it is. When Adam created the prison he convinced our beloved uncle Zeus to put our dad there first. Theory was that if Satan could be subdued by a human. Then other “undesirables” would be easier to round up. So when I was two weeks old, Zeus and Hypnos used their combined magic to put him and I there. I have never known anything else. And the next year Hook uh “hooked up” with a street walker, Harriet. And uh

Evie: not a lot stuff to do over there

Mal: well you know except

Evie: don’t. Please. Don’t. It’s bad enough I’m related to that thing on the floor. But having to imagine THAT happening. Gah...it crosses a line

Mal: thanks for the nightmares

Evie: you started it.

Hadie: I’m a hedonist. A disciple of Dionysus to be precise

(Evie looks at him with her mouth agape)

Evie: well that took a turn

Mal: what is a “disciple of Dionysus”?

Evie: it’s basically some sort of cult. Mostly guys. Girls are there as well. I had the unfortunate honour of delivering a flyer to one of their clubhouses last month

Hadie: sorry about that. I told them to be a little bit more discreet after that

Mal (overjoyed): no

Evie (slightly sick): it can’t be

Hadie: I was eighteen and bored. What else was there to do but set up a club

Evie: try to find us.

Hadie: whenever I wasn’t with my friends or our dad I checked up on you. One time you were trying to puncture the barrier with magic. And another you were crying in an alleyway Mal. I even tried to make a wig for you when you were in the market place with a buzzcut Evie.

Mal: that’s actually quite sweet.

Hadie: I just want to tell my mother “don’t worry. My life wasn’t completely terrible. I’m happy”.

Mal: when this is over I wanna tell Maleficent “fuck you, you giant living accessory, fuck you”

Evie: I want to tell Grimhilde. “You were wrong. Princes are not for me, Doug is perfect for me and I eat what I want when I want”

Hadie (wistfully) and Mal and Evie (vengefully): I cant wait to see the look on her face

(This is when “hey look ma, I made it happens. At the school Gil has a peace offering)

Uma: what the hell are these?

Gil: berries. They’re amazing. Blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, fun fact, never get in a strawberry eating contest with Mal. You will lose. And need your stomach pumped

Uma: this is this supposed to make up for what you did? You betrayed me. Abandoned me for this. No amount of whatever this shit is is gonna erase that

Gil: I didn’t leave because I wanted to hurt you Uma. I left because it was best for me. You know as well as anyone that the island is an awful place for people like us. So, yeah, I left. But that’s what you wanted. I did what you wanted. Just not how you wanted it to happen. The fact of the matter is Uma, you scare me. I still love you. But you scare me. All I could think of at the dance when you were attacking the ship was “this is what I get for trying to be happy”. I still have nightmares about it. If you care so much about getting kids off the island why were you so mad that I left. Irrespective of who I left with. Shouldn’t you be happy I got away at all?

Uma (standing up to her full height which just barely reaches Gil’s chin): you left me. To go galavanting off with them. You may not think it. But a lot of sins are never forgiven. So no. I’m not “happy that you got away” because you betrayed my loyalty to do so

Jay: Gil, buddy, leave her to stew. She’s not worth it.

(Gil leaves heartbroken and joins Carlos and Celia near some of the sleeping students)

Uma: lemme guess. You’re his bit on the side? Or is he your chippy?

Jay (chuckling sarcastically): oh Uma. He’s with Lonnie. I’m with Carlos. He and I are not together. But he’s done so well here. He’s great at chess and tourney and R.O.A.R. He’s set up a book club. Every month he goes to the isle and hands out flyers and food and blankets and weathers the hate he for it. He’s a good guy. And him “disrespecting you” wasn’t malicious. Because here’s the thing. You seem to be belabouring under the impression that this is your story. It’s not. It’s ours. It’s always been our story. Mal and me and Carlos and Evie. You don’t even get a look in until way way after this whole thing started. It is not about you. It has never been about you. I’m just sorry you still think that after all these years.

Uma: you don’t deserve to have people celebrate you after what you did.

Jay: what about what you did. You set Harry on Carlos five years ago. You kidnapped Ben and tried to murder him to get under Mal’s skin. Face it “Captain”, you say that what you do is for the island but it’s not. It never has been. What you did was for you. To make yourself feel less worthless than you are

Uma: so what now? You gonna kill me?

Jay: no. Not today. Not while Mal still feels guilty about the shrimpy incident. But I want you to know something. I would’ve done it you know. I would have murdered you if you murdered Mal and Ben. And neither Evie Doug Carlos or Dizzy could have stopped me. Because that is what you get when you mess with my family. And I would’ve made that thing that follows you around like a fixed mutt clean up your remains. Just bear that in mind next time you try to wrest control from my queen

(At the cathedral Harry’s trying to bandage his leg. Hadie sits down next to him and heals him with magic)

Hadie: there you go. All better

Harry: I guess I should say thank you.

Hadie: nah. Don’t expect you to. But I do wanna show you something.

Harry: what?

(Hadie flicks his wrist and there in a darkened bedroom. A baby’s bedroom. It’s filled with roughshod burlap sack stuffed toys hand stitched and fraying. A makeshift mobile of various coloured glass hangs above a safe looking but old crib)

Harry: where are we.

Hadie: where you should’ve been for the past nineteen years if I hadn’t panicked and took you to the Jolly Roger.

Harry: this is my room? At the wherever it’s was you lived.

Hadie: our room. At the lair.

Harry: holy shit. You two. You two wanted to

Hadie: yeah. Dad wanted to keep you. But I was four. You got stuck on the way out. I thought I broke you.

Harry: yeah well, a lot of people would say that there is as nuffink you coulda done

Hadie: I could d waited for dad to wake up. I could’ve asked her what to do.

Harry: like you said you four. When I was four I went down to the docks to try and get rid of ol leftie here. Thought it’d get dad to like me

Hadie: I know. I heard the story. Tick-Tock wouldn’t go for it.

Harry: why settle for the after mint when you can have the rotting steak? You can still see the scar. Look.

Hadie: is that why you carry the...

Harry: the hook? Yeah. That and added protection. For some reason people don’t really like me. Might be the skull face. I dunno

(Hadie laughs. Evie enters the illusion)

Evie (drolly): how sentimental

Hadie (brightly): hey sis

Evie: I mean I haven’t been this choked up since got a chunk of moussaka caught in my throat

Mal (also crashing the conversation): Doug made her laugh at a state dinner eight months ago.

Harry: well I’ve seen him. He doesn’t have to do much.

Evie: have you ever had a telekinetic wedgie?

Harry: no

Evie: oh. Then we’ll be in for a treat then

(Her eyes glow briefly, the illusion breaks and Harry’s lifted ten feet in the the air by the back of his underwear yelling in pain all the while)

Evie: you know, I’ve been thinking. The ember is defunct because calamari thee it in the bay. So we need to reignite it. And correct me of I’m wrong but hades has a massive temper problem?

Hadie: not for years but yes.

Evie: and Hook is the angriest person I know. So. If he by some twisted non miracle gets his hair set on fire while he’s holding the ember then it can work again.

Hadie: don’t appreciate the word phrasing. But I understand the general idea

Harry (bored): so how’re you gonna do it. Beat me up. Conjure up my worst fears.

Evie: talk to you. I’m just gonna talk to you. Believe me. It’s gonna hurt me a lot more then it hurts you. At least not physically

Harry: like I give a shit. Just get on with it so it can be over. Who’s got the pebble

(It conks him on the side of his head)

Mal (sarcastically): oops

Harry: ok first off. I hate you and your carcass needs to be burned with you still breathing.

Mal: immune to fire.

Harry: I meant iron.

(Mal lunges are him it Hadie holds her back)

Evie: now where was I? Oh yes. Breaking your spirit. You realise of course everyone hates you. Your father, us, Jay, Carlos, Ben. Hell. Even Gil only hung around with you out of pity. And Uma. The first chance she got she dumped you like yesterday’s trash. Because that’s what you are Hook. Trash. Useless rotting disgusting trash. Nobody loves. Nobody cares about you. Nobody wants you around.

Harry (nervously): Uma

Evie: threw you away and branded you traitor the minute you questioned her judgement. She never wanted a first mate or a, whatever it was you were to her, she wanted an easily malleable, easily swayed, lapdog. That’s all you were to her “Icarus”.

Harry (voice brittle): Harriet

Evie: lied to you for nineteen years. To save her own skin.

Harry (weakly): stop. Please. Stop

Evie: sorry for what I’m about to say Mal but it’s necessary. (Turning back to Harry). Did you stop when Carlos begged you to stop chasing him in the market that day. Did you stop when dizzy asked you taking all the money from the till? No? Then why the hell should I stop now? Face it Icarus. Nobody wants you. Nobody likes you. Nobody loves you! You mean nothing to anyone. You were born useless. You will die useless. So stop wasting everybody’s time and just do it. Die like the dog you are!

(Harry roars and lunges at her. She evades him easily and he crashes into the stage. He stands up. The verbal beat down worked. His eyes are glowing blood red. His hair on fire in the same colour. The ember has reactivated)

Harry: now it’s your turn

(He shoves his palm out and Evie’s thrown into the wall. Brass candle stands wrap around her neck and starts to dig into her skin. Evie screams hits and kicks at the air. Mal calmly walks up to Harry, uses the sceptre to stab him in the back and pulls out his heart)

Mal: put her down gently. Good. Now lie down like the bitch you are. (She notices Hadie looking at her in horror) what? Did you really expect me to touch him with my bare hands? Here you go (she swings the aorta over to him). You can put it back. You alright E?

Evie: yeah I’m ok. I’m just going to stomp on his face with SPIKED CLEATS!

Hadie: that horrible experience worked. Now we gotta try to make it work for all of us

Mal: how. And don’t say what I think you’re gonna say because I am not working with him

Hadie (sane time as her): we need to work together as a family

Evie: fuck

Mal: how’d you propose we do this then.

Hadie: friction. I think. When I got us out of the isle I rubbed the ember

Harry: and covered it in your own blood

Hadie: yes. So if we replicate that. Then maybe. Just maybe. We’ll all be able to use it.

Evie: good plan. But again. How do we all do it. Cause in case you haven’t noticed. There’s three of us. And one ember.

Hadie: Harry’s here as well

Evie: I know. I intentionally left him out. To me he doesn’t count.

Hadie: well dear you’re going to have to get into his headspace.

Mal: my Scottish accent is legally classed as offensive

Evie: it’s true. Absolutely fucking horrendous

Hadie: heh?

Mal: one time in class we had to put ourselves in the shoes of evil we hate most.

Evie: all four of us chose Harry.

Harry: now ya see what I gotta put up with?

Hadie: indeed I do.

Mal: gargh! Fine. We’ll do what you think is right. But only because I need to stop Maleficent. Ok.

Hadie (smoking giddily): ok

Evie: urgh fine.

Harry: whatever it takes for me to get away from these two twigs

(This is when “friction” happens)

[bee-kathony]

The Oath | Ch. 12 “Conversations” 

a/n: thank you so much for reading! The next chapter will be on Wednesday :) 

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11

They spent the weekend at Lallybroch, and there were two important conversations that changed everything.

One with Jenny and the other with Jamie.

Claire sat in the kitchen, peeling potatoes while Jenny cut and seasoned the beef. Jenny was a far better cook than Claire was and she now saw where Jamie learned that skill.

“Was it your mother that taught you and Jamie how to cook so well? Dinner last night was delicious!”

“Aye,” Jenny smirked. “She taught us the cookin’, the cleanin’ and how to clickit.”

“Clickit?”

“Knitting, wi’ the needles and such. Do ye no ken how, Claire?” She looked up at her, brow raised in question.

“Um no, that’s not something I ever learned,” Claire shrugged, putting the peels to one side of the table.

“Everyone kens how to clickit!” Wee Jamie chimed from Claire’s feet. He was sitting under the table with his favorite toy cars, moving them in between her feet. Looking down at him, and over her belly, Claire laughed. “Well, I don’t know how. Should I learn?”

“Aye,” the little boy grinned. “Mam will teach ye.”

“I guess that’s something you can show me,” Claire smiled. “Maybe a nice pair of booties for the baby.”

“Och, aye. I can show ye in no time,” Jenny smiled. “Twas Jamie that knit Maggie her first pair of booties. He can probably clickit better than I can.”

“Really?” Claire laughed, her hands pausing on the potato in her hand as she tried to imagine someone like Jamie with a pair of knitting needles in his very large hands.

“Aye, he may look intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart,” Jenny smiled fondly.

“I know that much at least,” Claire agreed. “How many potatoes do we need? I think I’ve got at least ten!”

“That’ll do, should be enough,” Jenny glanced down at the pot. “Do ye mind cuttin’ them too? Then we’ll get them to boil.”

“Of course,” Claire reached for the knife.

“Jamie, will ye go and find yer sister and clean the mess ye made in yer Da’s study? Then I need ye both to wash up for dinner.”

“Aye, Mam,” Young Jamie sighed, crawling out from under the table and went off running down the hallway.

The two women worked in companionable silence for the next while, chopping vegetables and as Claire listened to Jenny humming a mindless tune, she found herself smiling, thinking about coming back here again and again.

“How are ye doin’?” Jenny said and then motioned to her stomach and at Claire’s.

“Oh um,” She glanced down, rubbing her hand over the bump. It was getting bigger by the day. “Mostly tired, but thankfully the morning sickness has mostly stopped. The first few months were pretty rough. I’ve been around a lot of pregnant women at work — Jamie might have told you I’m a doctor?”

Jenny nodded, turning to put the meat into the oven. “Well, I’ve been around a lot of pregnant women, but I never really thought what it would be like to actually be pregnant.”

“Like a fish, tugging on a wee bit of string?” Jenny smiled and came to sit down in front of her. “The moment ye feel that first kick, and ye know that life is growin’ inside of ye, ’tis beautiful.”

“It really is,” Claire smiled. That feeling that her body wasn’t just hers anymore, but that it was a vessel to grow and protect another human life was a huge responsibility. A responsibility that Claire thought she would have planned, but timing hadn’t always been her strong suit.

“Can I ask ye somethin’, Claire?”

“Of course, ask me anything you’d like.”

“Did ye ken about Jamie?” Jenny said seriously, hands folded in front of her on the table. “About the business and everythin’?”

“You mean… did I sleep with him because of his success? Because of his money?” Claire asked, a bit taken aback by her bluntness.

“That is what I’m askin’ ye, and I apologize for it, but he’s my brother ye ken. I canna bear to see his heart ripped to pieces should ye choose ye dinna want him to be a part of the bairns life later on.”

Glancing down, Claire felt a kick from her daughter, as if she was begging to be part of the conversation. To put her two cents into it. Claire had never even thought of telling Jamie to leave — not now.

“Is this because I didn’t tell him for so long?” Jenny’s nod was her answer. “I didn’t tell him,” Claire took a deep breath, “Because I wasn’t sure who the father was and I thought that if I didn’t think about it, then everything would be alright. That if Jamie or Frank never knew then it would just be me and my baby without any complications.”

“Jamie was a complication then?” Jenny’s brow arched, just the same as Jamie’s did when the wheels of his mind were turning furiously.

“Well yes, sort of. Jenny… he was a stranger,” Claire sighed. “I had spent one night with him and the previous night, well — I’d slept with my ex and found out he had been cheating on me for months. I was in a bit of a difficult situation.”

Taking a breath, Jenny then reached out for Claire’s hand and she took it. “Ye said ye weren’t sure who the father was, do ye ken now?”

“No,” Claire shook her head. “I know I can take the paternity test now, but that’s just it.” Tears brimmed to the surface as her throat closed off. “I’m afraid. I’m afraid that she isn’t Jamie’s and I want more than anything for him to be the father.”

Jenny squeezed her hand, making Claire look up at her. “I like ye Claire. And I can tell my brother does too. I only had to ask because I care about him and this bairn yer carrying is my niece after all.”

“I know that,” Claire smiled, wiping a tear off her cheek. “I expected as much, I knew it had been too easy!”

Laughing, Jenny reached across the table, wiping at another tear as it fell down Claire’s face. “Jamie is an honorable man, I ken he would always do right by ye. Ye must know that as well?”

“Oh yes, he’s been so supportive with everything. It makes me wish I had contacted him sooner about all of this,” Claire shrugged, sad that she had been fearful of what Jamie would have said.

“I said that my brother likes ye,” Jenny said with a smirk as she rose from the table. “I’ve seen the way he looks at ye. The way he talks about ye… ’tis more than just a feeling of obligation he has for the bairn.”

Claire dipped her head, cheeks blushing and chest growing hot. Surely Jenny would know her brother well enough to be able to tell these sorts of things.

“Dinna be afraid of what ye feel for him, Claire.”

“Wot?”

“Och, I can see it clear as day on yer face as well. Just dinna wait too long,” Jenny grinned.

Claire finished cutting the potatoes in silence, contemplating everything Jenny had just told her. And it was her words that Claire held in her heart when she found herself alone with Jamie after dinner in the library.

“I read The Lord of the Rings!” She said excitedly as she leaned back against the couch. As Jamie poured himself a dram, Claire tried to shove all thoughts of what had occurred the last time she had been in this very room out of her head.

“Och, did ye like it?”

“Yes, actually. I’ve been meaning to ask you if you had the second one I could borrow.”

“Of course I do,” Jamie grinned and walked over to the bookshelf, reaching for the book and handed it to her as he sat down beside her.

“Thank you,” She smiled, holding it close to her.

“Do ye think the wee one will like to read it someday?”

“Maybe, when she’s older of course. Not too young, it’s a bit violent,” Claire laid the book down between them.

“Och, she can handle it. Maybe when she’s twelve, thirteen? Like me.”

“Perhaps, but she will be reading the classics like Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë, oh!” Claire grabbed Jamie’s arm, tugging on his shirt sleeve, “And Harry Potter of course.”

“Of course!” Jamie laughed, nodding in agreement. “Our daughter will be well read.”

Our daughter.

It was the first time either of them had said it — like that. Ours. Not just Claire’s. Not just Jamie’s, but the both of them. Claire was beginning to think there really was something more between them. That the fluttering feeling she had in her stomach right now wasn’t just because of the baby.

“She’ll be the smartest girl in her class.”

“And the prettiest,” Jamie smiled and reached out, placing his hand on her bump.

Gingerly, Claire placed her hand over Jamie’s, squeezing lightly. “Of course, she’ll be known for her brains, not her looks. This is the 21st century after all.”

“Aye, of course, Sassenach. She’s free to do whatever she likes, whether it be a mother, a teacher or a nurse.”

Frowning, Claire looked up at Jamie. “Did you only mention those occupations, because they’re primarily for women or?”

“I didna ken I did,” Jamie shrugged. “Those are jobs that women do, are they no?”

“Well, yes of course and men as well.” Claire shifted, moving so that Jamie’s hand slid from her stomach. “Would you be fine with her wanting to be a policewoman or have a career in sports?”

“Well of course, yes.” Jamie sat up straighter, confused as to how this conversation even happened. “But those are usually jobs that a man does. Surely she will find something more suitable that isna so… so intense.”

“My daughter can bloody do what she pleases and I’ll have no objections,” Claire huffed, trying to stand up from the couch. When she couldn’t get up, Jamie’s hands were at her back, helping her to stand. She turned to look down at him, “Next you’ll be telling me it’s alright to spank her as well.”

As she reached down to pick up the book, feeling that this conversation was going nowhere good, Jamie made a Scottish grunt — almost a laugh.

“Wot does that mean? That sound?” She sneered.

“I was spanked as a lad by my father, Jenny as well. We turned out all right,” he shrugged. “If the lass deserves a slap to her bum, then she’ll get one.”

Claire’s mouth dropped, and she dropped the book back down on the couch. “Not a single hand will be laid on her and that is final. I will choose how she is to be raised.”

“Oh, ye will?” Jamie finally stood to his full height, towering over her. “Do I no have a say in the raising of our daughter anymore? Is that how it’s goin’ to be? I say somethin’ ye dinna like so ye can just cut me out of her life?”

“No, Jamie. Of course not, that’s not what—“

“It sure sounds like it, Claire.” He looked down at her, eyes boring into hers. “I gave ye my oath that I wouldna leave and if I truly am the father of this bairn then I have just as much say in how she’s raised as ye do.”

“I know, I didn’t mean—“ Claire tried to reach for him, but he walked away, hand running back through his curls.

“We dinna have to agree on everythin’, but I have the right to discipline our child as I see fit. If she behaves like a beast, thrashing and cryin’, then she’ll deserve a smack on the bum.”

“Jamie,” Claire said through gritted teeth. “No.”

“No?”

“No!” Claire shouted, turning to head towards the door. “She will not be hit, by you, by me or anyone! I will not have my daughter grow up being spanked by anyone, not a hand will be laid on her!”

“Sassenach,” Jamie took a step towards her, but she flinched.

“Don’t touch me. I don’t think I can talk to you right now. At least not until you’ve come to your senses and changed your mind,” Claire nearly spat out and then turned, leaving Jamie standing in the library, wondering what had gone so wrong.

++++++

The next day was filled with many tense moments. Awkward glances across the dinner table and only a few words spoken between Jamie and Claire for the remainder of the trip. Claire let out a huge sigh of relief whenever Jamie started packing their bags back into the car. She would be sad to say goodbye to Jenny, Ian and their kids for a bit, but she needed some space to think about everything that happened this weekend.

“Dinna hesitate to call or send me a message about anythin’, Claire,” Jenny smiled, hugging her tightly at the bottom of the steps outside.

“I promise I will,” Claire smiled, squeezing her back and then hugged young Jamie and Maggie goodbye as well. “Thank you for having us,” Claire waved and then climbed into the car, her door open and being held by Jamie.

Neither of them spoke a word for the first thirty minutes of the car ride. Claire sat there with her arms folded and resting on her bump. She wouldn’t be the first to speak and she knew that Jamie was as stubborn as they come.

It was Jamie that ended up speaking first.

“Sassenach…”

“Hmmm,” she hummed.

“I havena changed my mind about what we said the other night.”

“Well I haven’t changed my mind either. This is not something that can be negotiated, Jamie. This is a hard pass, my child will not be beaten!” She thought she saw his hands tighten on the wheel of the car whenever she said ‘my child’.

He took a deep breath, his eyes staring straight ahead at the road. “What do ye want from me then? Ye really want me to change my mind?”

Claire scoffed, “Yes. It should be easy to not hit a child.”

“Och,” he tsked, “Ye havena been around young Jamie when he’s screamin’ at the top of his lungs and thrashing about. When the bairn is running circles around ye flingin’ his own poo and ye promised yer sister ye would watch the wee bastard. When ye are around that, sometimes ye do want to smack ‘em. Even just a pat on the bum to make ‘em stop!”

“I was never spanked as a child, I certainly seem to be well behaved,” Claire huffed.

“Oh aye,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “Ye are the most well behaved princess in all the land. Ye always make wise choices such as sleepin’ wi’ a man ye barely ken.”

Claire turned her head sharply, her eyes staring daggers into Jamie’s profile. “That man was you!”

“And I didna ken that ye had just slept wi’ another man!” Jamie nearly spat out, his grip tightening on the wheel in front of him. “Perhaps a loose woman such as yerself shouldna be makin’ all the decisions for a bairn.”

“Jesus Christ,” Claire gasped. “Drive faster. I want you to drop me off at my house.”

“I thought ye were comin’ over to mine for dinner?”

“You think I would come over to your house for dinner after that load of bullshit you just spewed at me?” Claire rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from crying.

“Fine,” was all Jamie said and then he pressed on the gas, desperate himself to return back to Edinburgh.

Less than an hour later, Jamie pulled up in front of Claire’s building, put the car in park and climbed out to get her bags. He opened her door for her without a word and then proceeded to walk in front of her towards the building with the car still running.

Claire glanced at him from the corner of her eye as they rode up the elevator together. This weekend was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be relaxing and full of learning things about Jamie and getting to know the people he loved. Instead, Claire came back feeling more confused about them than ever.

“Have a goodnight, Claire.” He sat her bags down in the entryway of the flat after she unlocked the door. Jamie turned on his heel and ran back into the open elevator, his head hung low.

They had been spending so much time together, Claire never thought they would find anything to disagree on, but this? This was something she would hold firm to and wouldn’t budge. Claire only hoped that Jamie would come around to her way of things because it wouldn’t be her to make the first call.

Chapter 13: Breaking Point 

[shakingalltheway]

And another one...

Nardwuar: Who are you? Dave: I’m Dave and Graham.

N: From who? D: From whom?

N: From the rock & roll band Blur. Graham: No, from the pop group Blur.

N: (in English accent) from Bri-tain. G: From England. D: Ensemble.

N: From England. G: From, um, Britain.

N: Now we have Graham & Dave here, right? D: Right. G: Yeah.

N: Now who are we missing…uhh…. D: Damon & Alex.

N: Damon & Alex, yes. Now what about the groupings, like how are you guys known. Are you guys the quiet ones, have we got the quiet ones? D/G: (no response)

N: ‘Cause I would think a logical grouping might be Dave and Damian and Alex and Graham. G: There’s no Damian in this group.

N: Oh, I’m sorry. I just like saying 'Damian’, you know. Dave and Damon. D: So is that a question?

N: Umm, I’m just saying about like grouping, like you two are stuck here together doing the interview. isn’t like Alex the one who always gets drunk and always smokes? G: He’s the one, yeah. D: He does do a bit of drinking and smoking, yeah. Does that help with interviews then?

N: Well, i’m just curious, how does Damon…Just beginning a bit with Damon here for one second…How does Damon get his hair like that? Does he use gel? Is there a special thing? It’s beautiful, his hair. I was talking to him earlier actually and he told me I don’t stand a chance for doing that. D: Doing what?

N: Getting hair like Damon. I have no chance to be like him. G: You need to have it cut, don’t you?

N: Now Damon also really came down hard on my shoes. my shoes. Now what are you guys wearing here? Are you endorsed by somebody? Can you lift it up so we can see? G: Vans (mumble mumble)

N: You got given Vans? G: All in the wrong sizes and the wrong types.

N: 'Cause that band NOFX they’re sponsored by Doc Martens. G: Wow. D: That’s pretty impressive.

N: That’d be pretty good. Now what do you think of my shoes right here? These ones. G: They’re a bit dirty. D: But you’re going for that kind of wacky interviewer look, aren’t you, with the funny hat and the weird shoes that don’t really go with what you’re wearing, so…

N: No, I mean basically what i’m trying to get to is Damon really came down hard on my shoes right here because you know everybody thinks ��Oh, Blur are mods.’ You guys are not mods, are you? G: No.

N: 'Cause like I always think of mods like '65 Who, R&B, all that stuff. Mods wouldn’t wear converse. You’re not mods, are you? G: No, We’re not mods. D: What’s this? (pointing to crest on Nardwuar’s jacket)

N: That’s the insignia from the royal Vancouver yacht club incorporated in 1905 in Vancouver. D: Are you actually a member of this?

N: Yes I am, I became a member when I was very young for fifty dollars, but I was very young. You’re not mods are you? I just want to get this out of the way. You’re not mods. Because I read this thing, they had this huge thing in melody maker – Blur, hello, how ya doin’? – Blur are mods. And I was like alright mods! Gonna be like the Squires. Remember those bands? Even like Headcoats, you know that type of cool deerstalker hat… G: (sounding slightly perturbed) Headcoats are not mod!

N: Well you know what I mean, that mod style. Like you’re not mod. You’re not mod. Like blur are not mod. You guys have effects pedals. What are all those effects pedals you have, Graham? G: They’re mod pedals.

N: Yeah, modulation pedals, but I mean… G: you press one of them and a parka suddenly appears

N: Wait a second there graham, when Townshend hit “I can’t explain” notes, like in '66, he wasn’t usin’ too many pedals. you ain’t mod. You go to big recording studios. You have keyboards and stuff. You’re not mod. Even your look isn’t mod. Those clothes aren’t mod! You’re not mod! G: Who gives a fuck?

N: No, I’m just curious, will you agree with me… It’ll really help me get through this. D: Yeah.

N: But Damon’s dad did manufacture some kind of soft machine stuff…That’s kind of mod though, getting down with the soft machine. D: They were totally progressive hippies.

N: His dad was like artistic designer for the soft machine. G: He was involved, s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, yeah.

N: That’s very kind of who-ish…b-b-b-b-b-b-b, ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, very stuttering, that’s very good. G: Ain’t seen nuthin’ yet?

N: Yeah, it’s bto, you know, b-b-b-b-b-b-baby, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, it’s kind of like a cop because Randy Dachman, the guy who wrote that song, I think his half brother had stuttering problems. hello! how ya doin’? D: What happened to your leg? (referring to Nardwuar’s cane)

N: W-w-w-well I kinda pulled a legament. D: Legament?

N: Yes I pulled a legament. I pulled a ligament in my leg. This is Dave. Dave, how ya doin’? Now Dave you’re really into style and substance. Now what about the Kinks? You guys like the Kinks, right? Come on, the Kinks, please. D: I did for a while. They don’t really have many records out these days.

N: 'Cause you are in Blur. Now I realize that Blur might know some stuff about the British music scene that other people do not. Now is it true that Mick Avory, you know Mick Avory, Mick Avory, one of the guys in the Kinks, tried to kill Dave Davies? They hated each other. D: Yeah. They were always pouring beer over each other and stuff.

N: Do you know if that’s true or not. Did Mick Avory try to kill Dave Davies? G: Dave Davies, you know everyone gets in a bad mood sometimes, especially brothers.

N: Jesus was a black man, jesus was batman, no batman was… D: Your arse.

N: Yeah exactly! like I asked that same thing to Damon and he said batman was Bruce Wayne. I do not understand, Blur, please Graham & Dave of blur, please, I do not understand the Ryder guy. That guy is ugly. Shaun Ryder. I mean i’m gross too, but he’s ugly. D/G: (silence)

N: He’s ugly isn’t he, Shaun Ryder? D: I don’t know. (pause) What do you mean?

N: He’s just an ugly guy and I was reading in this paper that Kermit, you know good old Kermit – Dave, are you still there? – Kermit broke his ankle, who cares… D: Kermit the frog?

N: yeah, I know Kermit from the Ryders broke his little ankle…now you my friend, you, Graham, you mod effects pedal guy, you got hit by a car. Now there was photographers nicely on hand. How come? Was it staged? Can you show me any scars now, 'cause some people believe it might’ve been staged. You know Kermit breaks his ankle, I can’t get over that, but you’re kind of on that thing where you apparently got hit by a car, I mean, it’s tragic getting hit by a car, but i’m saying in the sense that it was all documented. What’s the deal on that? G: I was leaving some Dolce cabana party so there was a lot of photographers there trying to see if there was famous people coming in or out and there were so many that I couldn’t see the road properly and I got hit by a car and they all took pictures and went back to…

N: Have you ever been stimulated by shampoo, at all, Dave? D: Stimulated, by voisine.

N: Yeah, shampoo, voiz? D: That’s really Damon’s bag.

N: I thought he was celibate since he met Justine. D: Doubt that very much.

N: Because according to this woman (holds up picture from British tabloid of English lass Damon lost his virginity to) right here…Who is this woman? G: I think they sleep together.

N: Well this was his old lover Jane, Jane, and she said she kept a relationship with him two years into Justine’s relationship. What do you remember about Jane here? You grew up with Damon, right? G: mmm

N: What do you remember about Jane? G: Nothing really. She was just a girl. She lives about 4 doors away from my parents.

N: She said that Damon did not have a cockney accent and he also collected fossils. (Dave & Graham grab Nardwuar’s question card)

N: Those are the questions! you can’t rip that card! This is Damon’s lost long love. D: Ask us the question.

N: Whatever happened to the Dolly Mixture? The band the Dolly Mixture, Graham of Blur? G: Don’t know.

N: Dave of Blur… D: It was the Dolly Mixtures, wasn’t it?

N: Yeah, like whatever happened to them, like captain sensible had something to do with them. D: I don’t know. Captain sensible lives in Hullsford (???) now, in Essex.

N: Do you think he still has a career? D: I’m sure he still does something.

N: Where are Bro? Bros. Where are those guys? G: Ha ha ha Bro. Bros.

N: Yeah, Where are them? D: Where are them?

N: Yeah, legament. Where are them. You’re very good. You’re the only one to graduate from school, right Dave? D: You don’t graduate from school in England, you just leave.

N: Where are Bros? D: I think one of them’s having an unfruitful solo career, and the guy they sacked, with the dark hair, was writing for this woman.

N: One of the bands I don’t understand that’s frequently featured a few years ago was the Frank and the Walters. Now you look kind of like one of those guys, Dave. Whatever happened to them? D: Frank and Walters, they’re still going, I think. Didn’t they have a novelty hit, or something…a northern novelty hit.

N: the Frank and the Walters…Now you guys go wow, like the Frank and the Walters, who cares, but Blur and the Frank and the Walters could become one. Like you could end up in that big retirement villa too, as I alluded to Damon earlier. Does that scare you, being put away in the retirement villa with the Frank and the Walters, Dave? D: You’re too wacky for words. I can’t bring myself to tell you how wacky you are. G: Anything for a quiet life.

N: Do you like hats? D: Yeah.

N: What do you think about the Stone Roses since they kicked that guy out who doesn’t have the hat? Are they finished? Sorry, they kicked the guy out with the hat. Was he the drummer, Dave? D: He was actually, yeah.

N: What happened to him? Like he had a hat and they kicked him out. D: I think he lost his “i”. They all have names that end in “i”. So they had to get somebody else in with an “I”.

N: That’s kind of sad that he lost an “I”. Are the Stone Roses finished, are they finished? D: Reni, that’s it. G: No, they’re not finished at all.

N: Oh come on, they’re long gone. They waited too long. It’s over. G: I read a review of their gig, not long ago they did a concert, and it was supposed to be like seeing god.

N: But come on, do you like Mr. Bean at all? What is good about Mr. Bean is that it’s way better than Stone Roses. Mr. Bean, the tv thing, is way better than the Stone Roses. G: The thing about Mr. Bean is it’s not very loud.

N: What do you mean. Mr. Bean, It’s all improvised. G: It’s silent, isn’t it.

N: Are you implying something? G: You get noise but no laughter.

N: But the Stone Roses are finished. I like Mr. Bean. Are you mad at me. Are you mad at me? Hey! Are you mad at me because I like Mr. Bean… G: I’m just an angry young man.

N: Are you mad at me because I like Mr. Bean better than the Roses? D: No, I’d probably agree with you. I’m not very fond of either, really.

N: Have you ever eaten out of Linda Mccartney’s cookbook at all? D: I read that, I read that question.

N: Then you’re well prepared to answer it. Have you, Dave of the band Blur, not mods or anything, eaten out of the Mccartney thing. You’ve thought about this a bit. D: She makes fine pies. G: I like her products.

N: Did you get to meet her when they did that big album all together, did she bring any food or catering there? D: No. We weren’t really involved in that. We just gave 'em an instrumental and said stick it on.

N: Was George Harrison around at all at that time? G: Not that I remember.

N: Are you allowed to meet George Harrison? D: Do I want to meet George Harrison? He’s not a big hero of mine. G: I like Georgie. Met George Martin.

N: Now are you a mod Graham that’s into the guitar mod or ska mod? G: Skod.

N: You’re a ska mod? G: A skod.

N: You like the ska/mod. G: No, I’m not.

N: I don’t want scones or high tea at the empress hotel. You like the Tamla, you like the Motown, you’re down with John Entwistle. G: Kent records.

N: You like Joe Meek, who committed suicide and killed his landlady as well. I was still curious, thought, about George Harrison, and w-w-w-w-what I’m curious about George Harrison is, Do you think that the Beatles anthology – again we’re speaking here to Graham and Dave from Blur – Do you think the Beatles anthology was an excuse for George Harrison to earn some extra money? Like to put him through retirement. 'Cause remember they did the Rolling Stones tour, the Steel Wheels tour, that was apparently to get Ronnie Wood’s son off heroin. That’s the only reason they did the steel wheels tour. Now what about your visions of the Harrison/Beatles anthology thing. Do you think that Harrison did it at all? D: Did what?

N: Do you think he needed the bucks. Did Harrison need the bucks. D: Maybe. What’s wrong with that you know.

N: Have you ever partied with the gang from coronation street at all? D: Do you get many viewers?

N: Well actually the last show and the last radio station we did things for was cancelled so probably nobody will see this. It’s for our own home use, so feel free to expose yourself. What do you think about coronation street, because coronation street is highly rated over here along with Mr. Bean and I was curious, have you ever… G: What about East enders? I like East enders. We’ve had a few drinks with the East enders, haven’t we? D: Don’t like these gritty northern types though.

N: What do you mean? I don’t understand 'northern’? I don’t understand. northern is… D: Everything happens in these places…

N: Northern’s working class, isn’t it? You don’t like the working class?!? D: Northern is the north and southern is the south.

N: Oh, thanks. D: You were confused there. G: You’re very very very very very very very very umm sort of wacky. D: Naive. It doesn’t mean if you’re from the north you’re working class. A lot of the east end of london, lots of london is considered working class. It’s not just a north/south divide, you know.

N: Did alex want to shag Barbara Ellen? G: I don’t think so.

N: You just met her recently, didn’t you? G: Met her once years ago.

N: One other thing too i’d like to confirm here, winding up with Graham and Dave from the band Blur – anything you’d like to say out there, you know shouts out to people in radioland. D: Turn off.

N: What’s on your mind now, what are you thinking? G: Drop in, turn off.

N: That’s pretty american. That’s uh, very leary. Can you give another soundbite, perhaps a Marshall Mcluhan one? G: You’re leering at me.

N: i’m not leering at you, I’m looking at the wall. I’ve never seen that painting before. G: Superb painting. I don’t even have to look.

N: You don’t have to look at it…What’s good about that painting? G: It matches the decor.

N: Now who would you guys like to date – winding up here, the last question, finally, speaking to Graham and Dave of Blur – Who would you like to date…Fergie, Di, Wallace Simpson, or lady Penelope? G: Wallace Simpson? D: As in Edward & Mrs. Simpson. G: None of those people.

N: Well, come on, of those people. Again, who would you like to get with? D: get with?

N: What’s wrong with them? G: Nothing’s wrong with them, they’re just not my cup of tea.

N: Well thank you very much for your time, Graham and Dave, how are ya doin’? D: Okay. G: Is that the end of the interview?

N: It’s all over. I’ve run out of questions. I’m finished with the questions, I’m sorry. Why should people care about Blur? Why should people care about Blur? G: Because we’re honest, down to goodness people. We really are human beings.

N: Alright, well keep on rockin’ in the free world and doot doola doot doot- G: You’ve got the right haircut for that old hippie nonsense, don’t you…

N: doot doola doot doot G: doot doo.

- Nardwuar vs Blur, 1996 (Part 2)

part 1 is here

[theloudmute-deadaccountwheee]

Meet Marv!

*Anti stood outside his local shop, texting Dark that he’d be home soon. Snow gracefully floated from the sky and melted as soon as it hit the concrete and asphalt. With plastic grocery sack in hand, he made his way to the crosswalk. He wasn’t too far from home. And Anti loved walking in this weather. The snow was a small distraction from his task at hand; finding some way to bring Mute back. 

He came upon a crosswalk, just a few blocks from home. He looked to the sky and let the snow fall on his face; it always made him feel like he was traveling amongst the stars. His gaze return to the road ahead. He looked left. No cars. He looked right. No cars...but atop the brick fence next to him perched a short haired white cat, licking it’s paw* 

Anti: Well hey little guy! 

*the cat’s ears fell* 

Anti: Oh. What’s wrong? 

*Anti examined the cat further. on it’s forehead, in a diamond shape, were the four symbols associated with a deck of cards; heart, spade, club, and diamond* 

Anti: Woah! That’s really neat, kitty! 

*the cat perked up, lifting it’s chin. Anti extended his hand, gingerly. the cat sniffed Anti’s hand...sniffed again...and then pushed it’s head into Anti’s hand. Anti rubbed the cat’s hand and scratched under it’s chin* 

Anti: You’re just precious. Whatchya doin’ out in the cold, kitty? *it dawns on Anti that this cat has no collar* ...do you have a home? 

*the cat notices that Anti quit petting and rubs it’s cheeks on Anti’s hand. Anti continues to pet the cat. He knows he and Dark have never talked about having any animals...but he had to bring this cat in. at least for the night* 

Anti: Hey you uh...you wanna come home with me? 

*the cat delightedly hops onto Anti’s shoulder and perches, almost like a parrot*

Anti: Well, alright then!!! 

Anti and Dark’s Home   

*Anti walks through the door, ducking so he wouldn’t hit the cat’s head on the doorway. Dark is sitting on the couch with one of the many plates of cookies given to them by various tumblr users, watching an episode of The Game Grumps playing Doki Doki Literature Club. Anti takes off his scarf and places it on a coat hanger* 

Anti: Heeeeyyy Daaaark. 

Dark: *Dark munches on a cookie and turns to face Anti* Hey, man. *he looks back at the TV...then slowly turns his head back to Anti* ...is that a cat?

Anti: *Anti holds out his hands and the cat hops into Anti’s arms, allowing itself to be cradled* Okay, so, we never talked about having pets, I know, but it’s cold and--

Dark: Dude, calm down. I don’t care what you bring into this house- as long as it doesn’t bother me.

*the cat leaps from Anti’s arms and lands on the couch, then crawls onto Dark’s lap and exposes it’s belly, wriggling around*

Dark: ...hello...cat...*Dark notices the symbols on the cat’s forehead* Woah. Did this cat get branded or something? 

*Suddenly, the cat begins to glow. in the blink of an eye, the white cat transforms into a young girl with dark green hair and big, blue eyes, wearing a blue v-neck cardigan and black undershirt, along with a navy blue pencil skirt, knee high socks, and mary jane’s. her hair was cut similar to Jack’s. her white cat ears still remained* 

Dark: *instinctively, Dark pushes the girl off him to the other end of the couch, and he scoots the the opposite end* WH-WHOA WHOA WHOA WHAT THE FUCK?!

Anti: Oh...my god.  

Cat Girl: Oh thank god! I didn’t think I was ever going to turn back. *she lifts her hands to her head and feels her ears* Oh damnit, those are still there.

Dark: CAN WE GO ONE DAY? CAN WE GO ONE FUCKING DAY WITHOUT CONTACT WITH SOME MAGICAL BULLSHIT?! 

Cat Girl: I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to make you angry!!! I was just so happy someone found me and--

Dark: ONE FUCKING DAAAAY. 

Anti: *Anti steps forward, setting down his grocery sack* You can understand why he’s freaking out though, right? I bring a cat home and...it transforms into a person? 

Cat Girl: You’re right, it’s such a long story and, and, I didn’t think I’d turn back so quickly! 

Anti: If you don’t mind, I’d like you to start explaining yourself.

Dark: *Dark jumps to his feet and heads to the kitchen* OF COURSE there’s a cat girl in our living room- of fucking course *his voice begins to trail off* there’s not a single day we can’t go without some magical maguffin popping up...

Anti: ...you gonna be okay Dark? 

Dark: *from the kitchen* OH YEAH. CAT GIRL, WANT ANYTHING TO DRINK? 

Cat Girl: A, um, a water, please.

Anti: So. What’s your story? Well, first off, what’s your name? 

Marv: You can call me Marv, if you like. I haven’t really come up with a proper name for myself yet. 

Anti: You don’t have a name? 

Marv: Well, my dead name is Marvin. Okay, lemme back up. I didn’t always have the ears and I wasn’t always a cat. For a really long time I’ve been struggling with my identity, you know? And um...a couple of days ago...I just accepted it, you know? I’m a girl. I always have been. And I...um...my sister, see, she let me borrow one of her outfits. And I put it on...and walked down stairs...to my parents. They were already furious. I came out to them...and they kicked me out. 

Anti: Oh, Marv...*Anti sits beside her and holds her hand* I’m so sorry. 

Marv: ...thank you. And um...I just...I left. And I walked about half a mile away from my house. Then I saw this bright light! The bright light turned into a little creature- like a little fairy! She was so pretty and so excited to see me. She told me that I was a magical girl! Apparently, she had been waiting for me to come out for a long time. She touched my wrist and these appeared! *she showed Anti her wrist to reveal the same symbols that were on her forehead as a cat*

Anti: So she gifted you magic? 

Marv: I guess so. She said she would be my guide. It was all so confusing and this was just, like, an HOUR after my parents kicked me out of the house! 

Dark: *Dark returned from the kitchen and threw a bottle of water at Marv; she caught it. He sat beside Anti and sunk into the couch* Of course magical girls are a thing. Of course. Why not? 

Anti: Let her finish.

Marv: Right, so, um...I don’t really know what happened, right? She was explaining magic to me and I sneezed and then all of a sudden I was a cat? And she hadn’t even told me her name-- everything was happening so quickly!!! She freaked out and said she could fix it and floated away. 

Anti: Seriously? That’s messed up. 

Marv: Right?! And why just GIVE me magic when I have no idea how to use it?! 

Anti: So how did you end up at that crosswalk? 

Marv: I just walked around, hoping someone would find me. Everyone who saw me would just play with me and pet me but you’re the only one that took me home. 

Dark: How did you JUST NOW turn back into a human? 

Marv: I have NO idea. I’m so confused...I miss my sister...I miss...*sniffle* I miss my parents. But they don’t love me anymore. 

Anti: They’re bound to still love you. They can’t just stop loving their child. 

Marv: My dad told me I was dead to him...

*they sit in silence, not sure of what to say* 

Dark: ...stay here for a while, kid. 

Marv: *Marv’s ears perk up* R-really? 

Dark: For a while. ‘till you can find a friend’s house or something. Or ‘till that fairy comes back. 

Marv: Th-thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!! 

Dark: So we’ve got a demon that can’t control his powers and a magical girl that can’t either. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m the most put together one in this house. 

Anti: Hey! But yeah, stay as long as you need. 

Marv: I promise, I’ll get back on my feet, I won’t be here for long. 

Dark: Start contacting your friends now.  While you have hands that can type and not paws. Computer’s upstairs. 

Marv: I will! Thank you, thank you!!! *Marv runs upstairs*

Anti: Thank you, for that. 

Dark: Yeah, yeah. Do you think that fairy was just a trickster or something? The fae are pretty annoying like that. 

Anti: I’m not sure. Maybe we’ll find out soon? 

Dark: Can’t things be quiet around here? Just once?    

[mrsdimebrona]

Dimes: Chapter2: Gang Fights

Janie's POV

 I heard my alarm go off and I groaned. I turn it off and sit up.I get up and get ready.Another boring day is here.I grab my cigarettes and put them in my bag and head down stairs.

 "You wanna do what know?!"Jane asked."I said I'm joining the gang!"I said,Yelling at Jane to stop trying to stop me."No!There is no way in hell you are doing that!"Jane said.She smacked me and I stared at her in shock. I had always wanted to join the gang that was at my school,but my fear was that I was to weak. And I wasn't fearing that because I was a girl,but I feared that because I'm emotionally weak.It caused me to get into many fights,I skipped a few classes and school days, and I still do.I had punched Jane and ran out the door,I ran to a "Friend's" house.He was the leader of the Gang,His name was Ningyo Satchien.He had black hair and pale skin,His eyes were black or dark grey,It was hard to tell at the time.

 I knocked on his door. When there was no reply, I took the key from above the door.I unlocked the door and went in.I knew someone was home,And I knew it had to be Ningyo or his brother.

 I went into Ningyo's room and sure enough,He was there,He was shirtless, but that didn't matter."Ningyo..!"I said,And Ningyo jumped and looked at me. He quickly put his shirt and Jacket on and I rolled my eyes. He had blushed slightly."J-Janie,Hey,What brings you here so late?"He asked.

 I had told him that night that I wanted to join his gang.He was hesitant at first,but he let me in.

 I came home that night with a scar on my arm.Well,Now it's a scar but before it was a cut,a circle with a star in it and an X over it.

 That was when I officially apart if the "Scar's"

 I laugh a little at the memory. It's something I'll never forget.Jane was not happy when she saw it too,Neither was mom.They ...got over it. At Least,I hope they did!I look at my arm and see the circle with a star and the X. Ningyo called it the "X Mark", the thing is,He is still the leader.

 And no,I'm not the only girl in it,nor was I the first girl in it.The first girl in it title belongs to Diana,Diana Death.I know, She has lovely last name.

 Anyway,I sit in the back of the car as Janice drives us all to school. I glare at Jane a little then I turn my attention to Lomy.

 Despite our age difference and the fact that she's A LOT nicer than me,we get along well.She's a good listener, Maybe she could be a therapist when she's older. She gives good advice, sometimes. 

 I watch Lomy get out of the car and head into her school doors.How lucky she is to be so young. I hope She doesn't smoke like me.Janice drops the rest of us Off and I head to the back of the school. I see the other delinquents/ gang members. I see the leader, Ningyo there,Diana, Jacob,and Myriad there. Hm, Jeo isn't here,that or he's late.

 I get my cigarettes out and take the lighter.I light the cigarette and smoke. "You know smoking kills,right Janie?" Myriad asks."Yeah Yeah,I don't care.It feels good,so Imma continue to do it." I respond. "Anyone know where Jeo is?" Ningyo asks."Never liked him anyways" I say.

 "Yeah,Well I don't like you either ,Janie" Jeo says,"Couldn't tell" I say sarcastically. "Janie,Jeo," Ningyo starts,we both shut up and I roll my eyes. "wanna explain why you're late,Jeo"Ningyo asks. "Stupid sister." He answers. Ningyo rolls his eyes and smiles."It's fine,J."

 Jeo,Ugh.I hate him.He's so annoying and he thinks he's better than me and everyone else.Well I,Hhh,Okay maybe I don't hate him,I just,You know what?I don't know how I feel about him.

 "Alright,Let's head in."Ningyo says and starts walking towards the front doors. I stop smoking and follow him

 Once I'm inside the building,I head straight for my first hour. I have math first,then English,then history,civics, lunch,science,art,and lastly,choir. Hey! I didn't sign up for choir! But I HAVE to do it,not like I want to. 

 Ugh!Okay,I did sign up for it!But only because My Friend Alex is in it!I can't sing,so i just,mess around,okay?! I'm not some choir nerd!So don't think I am!

 "Late again Ms.Dime?"My teacher asks as I walk in."At least I showed up, Gay-ya."I say,smirking as I head in my seat. "That's Mrs.Rita to you!And It's pronounced Guy-ya,Spelled G.A.I.Y.A, Janie!"Gaiya says,"You're a Mrs. ?! Damn, I thought you were a Miss!I feel bad to whoever married you!"I say,the class laughs. Gay-ya,Oh sorry,Gaiya looks furious. "UGH!Janie,This is your last warning!"She says,slamming her hands down on my desk,trying to scare me."Hey!That's Jade to you!"I say, mocking her voice tone 

 The class laughs again and Gaiya has had enough. "Go to the principal's office!"Gaiya says,she writes me a pass too.I snatch it from her hands and leave,before I head out the door I say "Did I offend you?Ha!You can kiss my ass!" After that I walked down the hall,I could hear the class laughing.

 I smiled to myself and entered the principal's office. "Hey George." I say and I sit down in a seat. "Janie,back again?What happened this time?Did you cuss out the teacher again?" He asks. 

 George is Ningyo's father,I'm untouchable.

 I tell him everything that happened this morning,I laugh at a few events. He smirks after hearing it.

 "Well,unfortunately Janie,I still have to discipline you,so,I have a job for you. There's a gas station down the street,Get me a drink,oh and something for yourself."He says.He hands me 40$ ,I take it and leave,Teleporting to the gas station.

 I get him and me a drink,I keep the extra 5.23$.I go back to his office and hand him his drink.

 "Here's your pass"He says and hands me a pass back to class,I'm still in math,so I headed back to math.

 "Ms.Dime,What are you doing back didn't I-"Gaiya starts but I cut her off. "Mr.Satchien sent me back,Here's my pass"I say as I hand her my pass.She rolls her eyes,clearly unhappy. I sit back in my seat.

 About...5 minutes after I sit down It's time to go to my next class. English is my next class. 

 "Janie Dime?"Ms.Benson called my name for attendance."Here" I said, looking down at my scarred hands.My skin didn't have the mark on it yet.A girl with orange-reddish hair sat beside me. "Hi,I'm Alex Roysen."She said,she had freckles.She had green eyes.I stared at her,admiring her beauty.I snapped into back into realty."Janie.Janie Dime."I said.She smiled at me."It's nice to meet you"She said. 

 I felt the heat rush to my cheeks,"It's  nice to meet you too."I said. The teacher was handing out our work,it was the first day of school.Alex was my first friend, my first friend that wasn't a delinquent. 

 I smiled a little at the memory as I sit down in my seat in English class. Alex was already there,waiting for me."Hey Janie." Alex says, she smiles at me." Hey Alex.How are you?" I ask as I smile back at her."I'm doin' great!You?" She asks.She's wearing that flower crown I gave her." Could be better,could be worse,"I answer.

 Alex giggles alittle,She turns her attention to the teacher.

 "Alex~" I sang.Alex looked at me, "What is it Janie?"She asked,my hands were behind my back,I had the flower crown in it."Weeelll~, I know how much you like flowers and crowns so ..." I said and showed her the flower crown.She smiled at me and blushed lightly. "I got you this "I finished. She took it and put it on,she twirled around."I love it!"She said. I had smiled,glad that she had liked it.

 I tune out the teacher,hiding my smile.I hate how I smile,I just ...think I look so ugly when I smile. I shiver though,man It’s cold in this class.  Off-topic but I never liked dressing up,I always thought I looked ugly and when I dressed up,I was the ugly girl TRYING to look pretty.

 Off-topic again,but I actually hate the way smoke smells,I know right?I smoke,but I hate the way it smells.I relax when I smoke though,I don’t know why.

 I can’t stop thinking about what’s happening today,my gang,the “Scars” are going up against our rival gang, the “Targets”. That’s the thing, Jane, my older sister, is the leader of the Targets. I feel bad but excited at the same time,Ningyo wants ME to fight her!Can you believe that?!I can’t.

 I crack my neck, my fingers, my arms, and my back.  I see some people wince when they hear it. I smirk. I think about the scars I have. I got MOST of them through fights. Some were accidental, some I did myself, and then there’s the X mark. 

 Thankfully,It’s time to leave and I leave to history, I sit in a seat in history, unfortunately for me, Jeo’s in this class. I feel the anger in me boil as he sits next to me. If he doesn’t like me,then why does he chose to sit next to me?!  I can feel his gaze,I don’t return it.

 The teacher hands us our work,and ...as much as I hate doing work, I need a distraction. I reluctantly do my work.I stare at a question,unsure of the answer.I didn’t study,I don’t do my work, and I usually skip.I’m so stupid, I dont know much of this, I don’t even pay attention when I am here.

 I should probably get my shit  together. Yet I don’t, and I don’t know why, mother always told us to do our best in our classes.  I might drop out when I’m 18 actually. I just don’t know.  

 I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and I take the pass. I actually head into the bathroom stall. I look at myself in the mirror, no this isn’t the life I want, but it’s the life I was MADE to live. I go into the bathroom stall, I throw up. I’ve been so sick lately, I‘m not sure why, and I fear the worst.

 Most people would assume I was just an irresponsible 16 year old. That I made a mistake. But guess what? It wasn’t a mistake, I was ****** a few weeks ago. The man cornered me in an alleyway, he kidnapped me, he ****** me, I fought my way out and he was arrested. If what I fear is true, I hope this fight will kill it. 

 I head back to class, put the pass back , and sit back in my seat. I think about the question, I answer randomly.

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 I finish my lunch and head to the back of the school. I smoke again.

 I head back inside when I'm done,I'm surprisingly not late for class.I'm in science,and I LOVE this class. 

 I sit next to Alex. She smiles at me and waves. I wave back. I actually pay attention to what the teacher says.

 Janet's in this class actually. Ugh, Janet. She's everyone's favorite person, everyone loves here. And I can't really blame them. She's kind,nice and overall a good person. She loves helping others. I ... wish I could be like her, honestly. She makes everyone else feel better, yet no one would do the same for her. She has no one to talk to about her problems.

 Class ended and I headed to art. ‘Today’s assignment, Painting!’ the board said. I stood by my seat, there were paint brushes and paint of every color on the tables, there was also a cup of water for everyone. We were all handed a grey sheet of paper. I looked down and smiled. I got to painting, I felt free.  I started with red, painting lips. I dipped my brush into the water to clean it off, I then went for brown and mixed it with red to make it darker. I got a different brush I dipped it in white paint to create the teeth. I dip the brush in water, cleaning it off again. I dip the brush into the peach paint. I create fingers tracing the lips. I create the face, add the eyes, I add the nose, add the ears and hair. I add bruises and scratches to the face, I let my imagination take full control, and I lose touch with the real world. 

 In the end,It looked like a girl, no,  It looked like Janet, she had bruises and scratches all over her face, tears were running down her face, and she was tracing her red lips. I sign my work, Janie Dime. I smile at my work , and put it on the rack. Class ends, and I head to choir.

 I have a huge smile on my face as I walk into choir. I see Alex. “Janie, Nice to see you again.” Alex says. We had a test today. We had to sing infront of everyone. I know, traumatizing for most. You don't know the choir kids though, they're nice. They don't… make fun of anyone, we respect each other. It's… nice.

 We go by alphabetical order, so I'm pretty close to being first. I, personally, don't think I can sing very well. I'm going to sing The Principal by Melanie Martinez. Yes,I am totally singing it about our principal.

 Time flies,doesn't it? Before I know it, it's my turn.I get up and walk to the stage.I feel their eyes on me,and I don't think I can take it, I remind myself the first time I sang, everyone clapped, the teacher said I was amazing. I tell the teacher what I'm singing,she nods and puts a version of it with only the music on. 

 Some students smile,they get who it's about, or atleast who I'm singing it about. Gaiya would be proud.

 I let the music take control, I let my mind stop, and only sing.

 I can finally breathe. Jeo would make fun of me for being in choir. Yeah, he doesn't know. When I'm not being an ass, I'm hanging out with… the choir kids.

 I know,hard to believe. Me, the delinquent, sometimes hangs out with the weird choir kids. 

 I finish singing and sit down. “You were great!”Alex says, she smiles at me. I shake my head at her. I disagree. 

 More students go up,all are good,some just need some work on their voices. Alex goes up, she sings like an angel. She sings Gabriel  by Alec Benjamin. Alex comes back. “You did better.”I tell her.I think she just blushed, Eh, must be the compliments. “T-Thanks….!” She responds, ah, she's too cute for this place. 

 I shiver AGAIN. Why is it so cold in this goddamn school?!I look in my backpack for another or thicker jacket. I sigh when the teacher hands us our books. “We’re going to be singing in front of the whole school,”The teacher, Mrs.Tulip starts. T-The.. Whole…. School?! No no no no! I can’t have ANYONE ELSE see me in choir!!! “So I hope you’re ready,oh and you MUST participate.”She adds. My face pales. I’m screwed.

 Maybe I can get my mom to- Ah wait she isn’t here! Alex can tell I’m nervous, I give her a worried look. She smiles at me. I sigh. I can't get out of this one. Well, They're gonna find out.

 They… can't kick me out though. Once a member always a member.

Ningyo nods and we walk away. Where do we go? To an alleyway. I see the Targets are already there,and Jane's pacing around. "It's our rivals,The Scars." Demarie says pointing at us. I feel my stomach twist.

 I punch Jane. Normally Ningyo would fight her,Or we would all fight each other, but I have something I need to do. "Janie?!"Ningyo says,sounding surprised. Jane punches back, I take out my knife, she takes out hers. I hit her in her nose. Blood drips down. She stabs me in my arm. 

 Her gang and mine cheer. "Sister vs sister! Leader vs underling!"Ryan, one of Jane's members, says. I slice Jane's cheek, she stabs mine.

 I punch her repeatedly. She stabs me in my stomach. I let out a cry of pain, I threw her to the ground but she gets back up. I crack my neck again. I break her nose and she slices my arms. 

 I'm not sorry. Police sirens start, Leila called the police, she books it. We all run away. Luckily, me and my members are safe.

 I sigh. Ningyo heals me and I teleport home. Jane isn't there. I frown. Why am I like this? Oh yeah, mom. 

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 A boy sits beside me in Civics. I look at him, I've never seen him before. "Hi…" He says when he sees my gaze. He has brown hair and hazel eyes,he's wearing glasses. "Hey Nerd." I say. He blinks at me."My names David….." He says. "And mines Janie." I respond, rolling my eyes at him. 

 My mind trails back to yesterday. The teacher talks and I don't listen. I gag. I stand up and throw up in the trash can. 

 The teacher gives me AND David a pass to the nurse's office. Why is David coming? The teacher said I needed someone to make sure I'm okay.

 The walk is silent. "I'm actually not very smart…." David says. I look at him. "Neither am I." I say with a laugh. "I'm in a gang with other kids here,I skip classes and don't pay attention.  I'll never be smart like my other sisters."I say. He shakes his head. "You probably are, you just don't try." He says, looking me in my eyes.

 He's… actually…. Kinda…… cute-wait what?! I did not just say that! We make it to the nurses office and He leaves. I blushed thinking about what I just thought.

 I hate the world. I shiver. It's so damn cold in here! The lights go off. What is this,a horror movie?! I stay quiet though, in all honesty, that ... kinda scared me. I close my eyes. The world goes dark.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Remember your past life - Prince! Harry Hook x Chosen Knight! Reader - part 5

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Harry grunted as he was awoken rudely, cracking his eyes open he saw his little sister CJ grinning down at him, her knee pressing into his torso while she scrambled onto the bed.

“Hey ‘big bro’ how ya doin?!” she spoke loudly, making (y/n) bolt up.

“I was doin’ jus’ fine till yeh woke meh up! yeh little devil” Harry snarled, pushing his sister off of him. CJ cackled as she landed on the floor, bouncing back up and tackling him back down.

“oh come on you know you love me!”

“get off”

(y/n) stared at the two siblings, an itch in the back of her mind.

A flash and all of a sudden she was standing in the doorway of a large room, Harry and CJ wrestling on his bed, the princess had followed (y/n) to Harry's room, wanting to bug him first thing in the morning.

“get off yeh little devil!” Harry screeched, shoving CJ away harshly “it's my day off let meh sleep!”

“then what was (y/n) coming down here for?!” Harry's eyes snapped to you, shock turned to anger “how the hell should I know, ask our father” Harry spat, shoving CJ off him with a final shove, the young princess landing on her butt.

“both of yeh out! I need teh get dressed” he shoved CJ out, making her stumble into (y/n), the knight catching the princess and settling her on her feet.

shaking her head, she glanced back at the two pirate siblings, wondering where that came from.

sighing she waved her hands around, catching Harry’s attention, catching CJ in a headlock, he nodded “what’s up lassie?”

(y/n) scribbled on the note pad, showing Harry what she wrote ‘you two seem to be close’

CJ shrugged “nah, just like to bug ‘em” Harry rolled his eyes, releasing CJ and letting her fall to the floor “and yer a rotten sister which I would like if she left meh alone?”

CJ snorted, standing and brushing her clothes from invisible dust “fine, fine I'll go, have fun with ya girlfriend dork” (y/n) felt her face heat up slightly, glancing at Harry who was facepalming “oh shut it yeh runt”

CJ cackled as she ran from the room, Jane entering with a confused look on her face moments later “alright what happened here?” she asked, glancing back at the door.

Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands “my little sister, she likes ta be a pain” Jane hummed and nodded, while she had a little brother, it was mostly the same experience. 

(y/n) and Harry let Jane do a quick check-up, and as they waited, they ‘talked’ “so lassie” Harry started “are yeh mute or..?”

you tilted your hand back and forth, writing on the pad once more ‘kinda, more like selectively mute’

Harry tilted his brow “why?”

you paused...you...you didn’t know? as far as you could remember you had been silent. you shrugged, making Harry’s brows furrow.

“Alright, you two are good to go!” Jane finished up with your check up and clapped her hands, nodding to the door. “now, be carful, and Harry, do your best to have no head injuries from R.O.A.R please?” He nodded and stood having already gotten his shoes own and about to walk out the door. you grabbed your shoes and quickly shoved them on, you bolted out the door as soon as your finished the knot, being hungry as all hell you wanted some food now. 

Sliding into the cafeteria, Jane perked up as she saw you, waving you over, you pointed to the food and walked to the line, heaping at least three helpings on top of your tray before going over to Jane, plopping next to her and chowing down.

“Wow girl, you sure are hungry aren’t you?” Jane laughed, poking at her pancakes. you nodded, not bothering to look at her.

Jane watched in awe/slight disgust as you inhaled your food, not losing your pace even as you got to a point that you should be full.

Lonnie snorted “gotta keep up those muscles huh?” Lonnie patted (y/n)s curled bicep, feeling the hardened muscles underneath. (y/n) rolled her eyes, continuing to eat.

Harry watched from a table away, curious about the silent girl. As he watched you eat, a fond smile grew on his face. ‘she's always been a glutton’ Harry blinked, confused from his own thought, shaking his head ‘always? what the fuck where did that come from?’

“Harry, you good?” Uma broke him from his thought, harry nodded slowly, still confused but not wanting to worry Uma.

“i-im fine, just still a little disoriented from last night” Uma frowned, but nodded, letting Harry eat in peace.

he glanced back at (y/n), eyebrows raising as her shirt curled around her bicep, ‘holy fuck she's fit.’ Harry thought, his eyes locked onto her arm. “wow,” Harry muttered, staring as (y/n) curled her arm, making her muscles be even more pronounced.

“holy fuck Harry you don’t even really know her and your already so thirsty” Harry felt his face heat up rapidly and he turned back to his food, ignoring Bonnie’s teasing.

‘no-no-no there’s no possible way, I only met her last night, there’s no way I could already be catching feelings for her’ Harry looked back, watching as (y/n) batted away Lonnie’s hand reaching for her bacon.

‘but’ Harry sighed, turning back to his own food, listening to the background sounds of the crew ‘why does it feel like I’ve known her forever?’

(y/n) turned seeing Harry just looking away from her ‘why’ she thought furrowing her brows ‘does it feel like I’ve met him before...why does he look like the prince in my dreams?’ (y/n) sighed, rolling her shoulders. she hoped she found the answers to these questions soon.

but what she and Harry didn’t know, is those answers would be coming soon.

---end of part 5---

@dpaccione​

thx @marichat4lyf​ for being my beta reader! 

[descendantofthesparrow]

my version of the d3 timeline

okay so with d3 being out, im going to say something

I thought the timeline would be different.

so here's mine

starts off with good to be bad, obvi

then the choosing of the kids

engagement 

vks go get the kids

they pick up the four, but instead of the isle crowd being exited, they’re mad, they want to go to auradon too!!! they shouldn't have to wait around till another vk day (this is back when we all thought isle people would only be chosen annually) so the car speeds out of there, and the now just rejected crowd stands behind the car as it exits

hades.

queen of mean

Audrey grabs the scepter, a plan in mind, but because she is not maleficents blood, she falls into a deep sleep, and in a final bit of magic, makes the scepter and crown disappear from her grasp, and she teleports herself to her bed, making it seem like someone else spelled her

now its the mal ben talk, beast suggests closing the barrier for good, both mal and ben are against it, more ben than mal, but mal soon agrees, bens disappointed, but “understands” then he gets his phone call about the crown and scepter being stolen.

beast suggests uma, mal agrees, Ben = uma protection squad

mal tells evie, the exact same scene happens except with more, “kids who want to go back and see their bothers and sisters, or their parents, we’re just going to take that away from them?!”

mal asks evie “E, since when was any parent good on the isle”

“smee” “that's tight, he never did anything but he certainly never stopped anything” “dr facilier” “he was crap to Freddie, he really only likes Celia” “lefou” “again, never really did anything, but never stopped anything”

evie just sits there, trying to come up with an argument, “what about food, if no one goes in or out, what about the barges?” “the goblins grab that remember, no one actually goes in or out, they just reach across the barrier” evie just looks devastated, while there are a lot of bad parents on the isle, some of them are a lot better than others, like Anastasia, dizzy had said multiple times that she wanted to go back to see her auntie, the one who raised her. then the scene goes on like normal.

then the getting ready for janes party scene.

that's when mal gets a call from ben

“Audreys been spelled, her grandmas been trying to wake her up to no avail.”

mal rushes to head over to the dorms, she gets there, seeing Audrey motionless on her bed.

then either she or FG runs a diagnostics on Audrey, revealing that this was a curse of the scepter.

“the only thing more powerful than the scepter is Hades ember”

mal heads back to Evie's house, telling them all about what was going down, and they needed to go back to the isle for hades ember. mal is about to head inside to get changed when magic strikes her, spelling her into an old hag.

the scene goes on like the movie, but instead of Audrey being there, they think its uma behind all of this. 

cut to Audrey, Audrey is awake, and she has the scepter and crown, she releases her sleeping spell at janes party, jane goes underwater, she calls Ben, telling him about Audrey. 

ben tries to call mal, but she's on the isle, no cell phone service.

mal and gang head to the isle to grab the ember, Celia tagging along, they go to the arcade to get key, the tv plays the same scene, they still think its uma behind it all, then the same pirate stealing bikes scene.

mal tries to get the ember, but hades catches her doing so, and FYI, hades is NOT mals dad in this version, he asks what she wants, she says she needs it to break a spell, one song later (a hard rock version of do what you gotta do, with no daddy issues shit) hades only agrees to give it to mal IF, his son hadie comes off the isle next. mal “I can't do that” “well then~, I guess no ember for you” procedes to walk away, mal breaks, agreeing to his plan.

mal now has ember, but hades warns her only gods/demigods can use the ember, and she would need either him or another god to use it for her

“ill take my chances” “if it gets wet its game over”

cut to ben and Audrey scene. Audrey curses ben to beast mode. but does not turn FG into stone yet. 

the core four + Celia exit the isle, mal goes though her little blue up, but Celia bumps her arm, causing the ember to go flying through the air, right into umas grasp.

in the background, harry and gil are rejoicing.

“it can't get wet! give it back before it goes out!!”

“why? you won't be able to use it, either way, ~ only a god or demi-god can use it...and oh~ your not one, but...I am~”

mal is stubborn not wanting to team up with uma, evie rationalizes with her, “M shes right, we need a god to use the ember, and we have one right in front of us”

“but shes the one who cast the curse in the first place remember?” “mal shes offering an out right now, if we just go along with it she might back off”

“uggg.....fine”

uma cackles, but says one more thing “if you want my help....open the barrier for harry and gil”

jay growls but opens the barrier anyway, the boys don't even wait before jumping though.

uma cackles, releasing her transformation, mal yelps out a no, the ember was gonna get wet. 

uma reappears on the bridge, harry nearly tackles her, but he remains mostly calm, gil is just like a retriever tho.

the scene continues on like in the movie, with some exceptions.

“uma give me the ember, I need that to break a spell”

Carlos: “yeah one cast by you” 

confused uma is confused “what spell? I didn't cast any spell”

the core four are now stunned, “what? but you cursed Audrey to sleep with my mother's scepter-’

“hold it right there dragon breath, if I used the scepter...wouldnt I be asleep right now? cuz im not maleficents blood, only your mom or you can touch it remember?”

mals brain fizzles out, shit shes right

“but if you didn't do it” evie inquires, “who did?”

uma grins turning to her boys “this seems like a job for pirates!!!!” mal is just frustrated “uma give the ember to me, i need it”

uma just hums ‘well I might not give it back~ just to see what happens”

“uma it's not the time for games peoples lives are in danger!!!”

“guarantee me that every single villain kid that wants too, can get off the isle”

“I can't do that” “can't do that huh *holds it over the edge* well how bout now!!”

“deal!...deal”  *uma fake stumbles, harry still tries to catch her* 

the scene continues on like in the movie.

they arrive at the school, going to make their way to audreys dorm, but they find everyone asleep.

the scene continues on like in the movie, but dude doesn't talk. so they have no clue on who the culprit is. 

mal and the others head to audreys room, to use the ember to wake her up, only to find she's not there, they do a minor search tiring to find clues on who took Audrey, uma flops on audreys bed, finds her diary...and that how they find out. 

“Hey, guys...come look at this”

they gather around uma, who reads the last input Audrey put in her diary.

detailing her plan for becoming the queen of auradon, and taking it by any means necessary.

it clicks for harry and uma, but takes a second for the others to understand.

“guys” harry growls, like its obvious,(which it is) “yer princess is the one who cast the spell!”

“shes not like that!” “yeah Audrey wouldn't do something like this”

“oh really” uma hums, flipping though audreys diary “take a look at all this”

pages and pages of heartbreak and grief, rants about the pressure put on by her grandparents, how she never even got an apology from Ben OR Mal.

how shes a failure for not keeping her hold on ben, and how she wishes he had broken up with her like a normal person.

“it's obvious she snapped and took the crown and scepter”

‘We need to find ben” mal says, snatching the book from uma and tossing it on the bed, gil steals a glance, seeing that Audrey hung out at fairy cottage a lot, and stashes that info for later.

“and find FG too, we need the wand”

they all nod, following mal out and to the museum, evie calling fairy godmother.

as they arrive, they see FG trotting up the steps, 

“mal what in heavens-” shes turned to stone, the vks gasp, harry runs towards uma, as always trying to protect her.

“no!”

the rush off, not wanting to get turned into stone.

they stop in front of the school dorms, breathing heavily, Carlos hears dude bark, and (referencing the fact that he can speak dog) asks dude if he knows where ben is, confused harry is confused “what are yeh doin’ pup?”

“I can speak dog” “okay then”

now for the scene Night falls, goes exactly like the movie. but instead of the dance break defeating the knights, its Mal, Uma, and Evie's combined magic that overheat audreys magic and cause it to fail. 

Evie tries the ice breaker, to no avail.

mal sends the boys to find ben, she and the girls follow Uma's plan to go back to audreys dorm to find out where she might be, then Gil brings up that he saw that Audrey likes to hang out at fairy cottage.

core four are surprised, uma and harry are not, their boy remembers things at the best of times.

the boy's forest scene is exactly the same. 

mal, evie, uma, and Celia just start to head to Evie's house, since they know where Audrey might already be.

then the Doug scene, now there is no one kiss, evie finds Doug, but because of her fast thinking, before uma can suggest true loves kiss, evie remembers that she has anti sleeping spell potions, uma is surprised, evie just goes, “my mom is a witch remember?”

Doug wakes up, uma is impressed, “alright im a little intimidated by you now”

“as you should be~”

witch evie is best evie

the boys encounter beast ben, the scene is not changed

back to the girls, mal thanks uma for suggesting audreys place, uma is defensive, mal feels guilt because ‘what the hell have I done to make uma this defensive around me’ 

later mal apologizes to uma about the shrimpy incident, uma does not forgive her

“Apology accepted, but you're not forgiven”

“i-i can accept that”

Audrey boards up the house and mal and uma work together, uma does NOT give mal the ember, she still doesn't trust her. not completely.

the boys arrive, uma reunites with her boys. the scene continues on as in the movie

now the dark forest scene. it continues on as in the movie, but when mal reveals she been lying the entire time, Celia takes the ember from uma, tossing it into the pot.

the scene continues on like in the movie

mal tries to beg uma to help, but she's done with mals shit, she doesn't want to be hurt anymore, harry leads her away.

final fight scene.

uma returns, picking up the dropped umber from the ground where mal dropped it. as soon as she picks it up, it ignites, sensing Umas demigod status. 

dragon mal in the sky pressing down on Audrey keeping her distracted, uma controls the water in the air and plants and sends it towards audreys, aided by the ember, she surrounds Audrey with water and puts pressure on the scepter, breaking it.

Audrey falls defeated.

the movie continues on like normal.

okay, so this is my version of the timeline. hope yall enjoyed!!!!