#yes. i did think it was funny to name right robot L and left robot R

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

thinking abt the visual and personality differences between the bobots...

also ft right robot compliant with how he looked at the end of blind spot

[oscar-lettjohanssonloveme]

Purple Roses (Ms Venable x reader)

I guess this is a big fluff fanfic lol

summary: you work in a flowershop..

request by anon: Heyyy I was thinking about a fanfiction (Ms Venable x reader) where reader starts to work at a shpo (I don't know what kind of shop 😅), where Venable usually goes. They fall in love at first sight, but Venable is afraid of showing her feelings, so it's up to reader to try to gain her trust.

well..its a little bit different than the request 

pt 2:

https://littlejeaniehugsbumblebees.tumblr.com/post/642067045376245760/purple-roses-pt-2-miss-venable-x-reader

google translate lol

You've worked in your aunt's flower shop since you dropped out of school at 16. Flowers were something very beautiful, you always thought that. It might not be an important job, but it was enough to make people happy and that made you happy too. Unfortunately, your parents couldn't understand that and at home everyone was waiting for you to catch up on your school leaving certificate or finally get a boyfriend. And it annoyed you so much simply because you were happy with your life. Why couldn't they see that?

It was Tuesday afternoon and, as always, there wasn't much going on in the shop. Mrs. Rodriguez, an old woman who lived on the block next door, had come to collect her roses, as she always did on the first Tuesday of the month. And like every first Tuesday she was in your ears with how badly you needed a rich boyfriend to develop your talent, which was wasted in this flower shop.

"You know, when I was your age, I was already the mother of three children, lived in a big house and had visited the whole world .." she told you while you were removing the thorns from her roses.

"I can only tell you again and again, we only live once, so make something with your life!"

"Yes Mrs. Rodriguez .." you mumbled and were distracted by her words as the shop door opened.

A woman entered the shop and immediately the whole atmosphere that had made up that boring Tuesday afternoon changed.

Her long, purple coat came almost to her knees and the gold belt buckle shone in the light of the shop lamp. The woman had beautiful red hair that she wore in a perfect ponytail. Your eyes wandered to her face and you watched her dark eyes critically examine your shop. For a brief moment you stared at her painted lips and then directed your gaze to her stick, which was probably the most interesting thing about her. And by that you didn't mean the fact that she needed a stick, but rather the way she walked with the stick. It was more of an accessory that underlined the pride that it already exuded, even more than it was a walking aid.

All in one, you thought she was beautiful.

"Uhm, Y / N, you're bleeding ..." said Mrs. Rodriguez suddenly and made you look at your hands in confusion. She was right, you cut yourself.

"Fuck .." you mumbled and pulled a plaster from under the counter to wrap it around your finger.

"Are you okay?" The old woman asked confused and you just nodded and gave her her roses.

"See you next month, Mrs. Rodriguez .." you said and she just mumbled a quick bye before leaving the store.

Your eyes were again on the mysterious woman who was still undecided in the shop.

"Can I help you?" You asked aloud and put on your nicest smile.

The stranger looked up and frowned at you.

"I'm looking for flowers .." she said curtly and made you laugh.

"Well, I think I can help you with that. For what occasion do you need flowers? As a gift, to-"

"I want some for my apartment. I live alone and everything seems relatively dead .." she interrupted you.

"Wouldn't a pet be the solution then?" You tilted your head.

"I work too much for that."

"And what about tinder?", You grinned cheekily and she just looked at you disapprovingly.

"Can you help me now or not?" She asked gruffly and you became serious again.

"Which colors do you prefer? And do you have a lot of time to look after the flowers?"

"I like purple .." she said, clutching her cane with both hands.

"Ouh that's perfect!" You exclaimed and came out from behind the counter.

"We just got a delivery of lilac-colored roses yesterday ..", you walked past her to go to the box with the roses.

"Look .." you said and held out the box to her.

The woman nodded curtly.

"They are beautiful.."

"I know .." you smiled again. "I can also remove the thorns if you want .."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Sure you can?"

Your gaze followed hers and you blushed when you realized she was staring at the plaster at your finger.

"I can do that .." you mumbled and went back to the counter before you put the box on the table and started to remove the thorns from the roses.

The stranger said nothing and went wordlessly to the counter, which assured you the approaching knock of her stick. The fact that she was closely watching your handicrafts made you nervous and you remembered the critical look that had been in her eyes after she walked into your shop.

"Why did you come to our store?", You asked to break the silence between you two.

"Lies on the way to my work .. ", she muttered and you looked up briefly from the flowers to see that her eyes were indeed staring critically at the roses.

"Where do you work?" You tried again before you started pulling the thorns out of the flower stems again.

"Kineros Robotics .."

"Ouh, that's cool .. a friend of mine once had an internship .." you said and pulled the last thorn out of the rose. You reach under the counter to pull out paper, in which you then wrap the roses and press them into her hand.

"$ 55 .." you said curtly and leaned on the counter to watch how she pulled the money out of a black leather wallet and put it in your outstretched hand. And for a moment you had the opportunity to look at her perfectly manicured nails, which were painted in a dark shade.

"Thanks .." you said, smiling again as you watched her just nod before leaving your shop.

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When this mysterious woman showed up at your store a week later, you couldn't help but be surprised, which didn't mean you weren't happy. As strange as it was last week, you still enjoyed this encounter very much.

"The flowers have wilted .." she said as she leaned against the counter.

"I want my money back.."

You let out a laugh.

"You want your money back? It's not my fault if the flowers wither .." you laughed and looked into her deadly serious face.

"Did you water them?"

"Of course I watered them," she growled.

"Did they stand in a dark room?"

"What the hell..no .."

"Then I have no idea why they might be withered .." you said with a grin.

"Then you're doing your job very badly ..", she replied and pressed her lips together. You rolled your eyes

"I'm a saleswoman and not a biologist ... Now I understand why you can't get a pet when you can't even take care of a few flowers."

"It's not funny .." she hissed, glaring at you. You shrugged and ran your hair through.

"I don't think it's funny either ... Rather wasteful, $ 60 for roses just so they wilted after a week .."

"As I said, I watered them.."

"Then maybe they have committed suicide .." you started and you couldn't help but grin again. "... Because they thought you were creepy."

She was still glaring at you and looking like she wanted to punch you in.

"Look ..", you sighed and put your hands on your hips. "I don't know exactly what you want from me, but you definitely won't get your money back ... I can sell you new flowers .."

"Then do that .." she managed and you had to smile.

"Those roses again?"

She nodded and you ran past her to get the box.

"I hope you cut yourself again while cutting the thorns .." she said suddenly as you put the box on the table and made you laugh.

"Be careful what you say, otherwise I won't cut the thorns at the end, but one of your pretty fingers ..", you grinned and began to remove the thorns. And again you felt her eyes watching every movement of your fingers, but this time it wasn't as weird as the week before.

"My name is Y / N .." you said suddenly.

"Miss Venable .."

"Miss is a very interesting first name .." you said sarcastically.

"I don't know what my first name should bring you," she replied.

"Well then I'm Miss Y / L / N ..".

You reached under the table to get the paper out before you wrapped the roses in it again and gave them to her.

"$ 55 .." you said, smiling smugly when you saw that she was still frowning at you.

Like last week, she took out the money and put it in your outstretched hand, but this time her fingertips lingered a little longer in your palm and let your smile freeze. You didn't know if she was doing this consciously or if it was unintentional. But you knew it made your knees go weak.

"Thanks .." you mumbled and withdrew your hand to put the money in the till.

"Better take care of the flowers this time, okay?"

"I promise .." she replied and for the first time a smile seemed to dance on her lips before she turned and left the shop.

You just stared after her thoughtfully. She was by far the weirdest customer you have ever had. But definitely the most attractive.

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"That's impossible .." you scolded when she was back in your shop a week later and told you the roses had withered.

"I'm sorry .." she said annoyed.

"So either you're doing it on purpose or you're just irresponsible .." you mumbled and suddenly gave an Lache off.

"If it is the former, you can just say that you like to see me and you don't have to pay $ 55 every week .."

You lifted your eyes to see her pale skin turn reddish.

"Do you still have those purple roses?" She asked, ignoring your comment.

"Nope .. but I have red ones, if that's enough for you ..".

"That works too ..", Ms. Venable said and you did not go unnoticed as she nervously knocked her stick on the floor.

As in the previous weeks, you hopped past her, got the box with the roses, put them on the table and began to cut out the thorns.

And just like the weeks before, you could feel her staring at your fingers spellbound. It was uncomfortable.

"Jesus, could you please stop staring at my fingers like you're about to have an orgasm?" You asked, putting the knife down before looking at her annoyed.

"It's fascinating .." she muttered, embarrassed.

"Probably rather disturbing ..", you rolled your eyes as you picked up the knife again to continue your work.

"May I give it a try?" She suddenly asked, making you grin.

"You could also simply plant rose bushes yourself"

She shook her head.

"Too much work.."

You snorted in annoyance and put the knife in her hand.

"Well, you have to hold the knife up with your thumbs .. And then you pull the knife from top to bottom over the flower stem .." you explained and put one of the roses in her other hand.

As critically as she always watched you, you now stared down at her hands and watched as she tried to remove the thorns.

"No no no .." you interrupted and tapped her wrist.

"If your strength comes from here, you will get stuck with the knife in the stalk ..". Your hand went to her elbow.

"You have to work from here ...".

She nodded slowly and you watched with a grin as she continued in vain.

"And you said last week that I would do a bad job .." you said when she gave up and put the knife back in your hand.

She mumbled something unintelligible before you started to do the rest yourself.

You sighed as you put the flowers in her hand and watched as she pulled out her wallet.

"You know, you could just give me your number instead of the $ 55 .." you said, cocking your head.

"Forget it .." she mumbled as she pushed the money into your hand.

"Pity."

And like the weeks before, she strutted out the door without saying anything.

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When Miss Venable came to your flower shop a week later, she was disappointed to find that a strange woman was standing behind the counter.

Somehow she got used to coming here every Tuesday and watching you at work. And that the roses had withered was of course a lie (3 beautiful bouquets of flowers were now in her apartment), it was just an excuse to come here every week and now you weren't there.

Wilhemina slowly went to the counter and watched the strange woman in front of her, instead of you, cut thorns from the roses. But she couldn't do it half as well as you.

Sloppy .. went through her head.

"How can I help you?" Asked the woman and gave Wilhemina a polite smile

"Where's Y / N?"

"Ohh Y / N is sick, I'm her aunt .." said the woman and put the roses aside.

"Are you a friend?"

"Something like that .." muttered Miss Venable.

"Um, I can give you her address if you want?"

Miss Venable frowned. Was that right?

"You don't have to visit her, but if you want, you have the adress .." added the woman in front of her and Wilhemina nodded slowly.

She watched as the woman took a small piece of paper and wrote on it before holding it out to her.

"Thank you ..", Wilhemina mumbled, took the slip of paper and turned to leave the shop.

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You groaned in frustration at the sound of the door ringing. What idiot would dare to bother now? Tired you trudged out of the kitchen into the hallway to open the door. Your eyes widened when you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Oh no .." you muttered, staring at Miss Venable. You could only imagine how awful you must look. Disheveled hair, pajamas, no makeup and a flushed nose from your cold.

"You look good .." said Miss Venable, looking dead serious, but you knew it was meant ironically.

"Ha ha .." you made dry. "Where the hell did you get my address from?"

"Your aunt gave it to me ..".

"My aunt?" You repeated confused and she nodded.

"Come in then .." you muttered and stepped aside to let her in.

"Excuse my chaos.. ", you gave her a crooked smile as she entered the apartment.

"Usually my customers don't visit my apartment .." you laughed and went into the kitchen.

"Sit in the living room .. Do you want coffee or something?"

"Black with one sugar please ..", you heard her voice from the living room and made you grin, somehow she was cute.

"Don't you have a bed?" She asked you when you came into the living room while she was sitting on your sofa with your bedding on it.

"Too much space ..".

You gave her the cup and sat down next to her on the couch.

"It's also so much more practical .."

She frowned and took a sip from her cup.

"How long do you live here?"

"Since I was 16 ... dropped out of school .. please don't ask why .."

She nodded slowly and you couldn't help but stare at her. The fact that she was sitting here in your living room was more than confusing and you didn't know if this was really happening or if it was your medication to blame. Actually she was a stranger, you didn't know anything about this woman and yet she was now sitting in your messy living room and drinking your cheap coffee.

"What did you want in the store today? .." you yawned

"Flowers .." she replied dryly and played with the cup in her hands

"Because the others have withered?"

"Why else?"

You shook your head, grinning, and pulled the sheet over your legs before closing your eyes.

"You're unbelievable.."

"Thank you ..", the woman in front of you muttered with a frown and let you raise an eyebrow with closed eyes.

"That wasn't a compliment .."

The answer you were hoping for did not come and you noticed how you became more and more sleepy, which was due to the medication you were taking before the doorbell rang.

"Wilhemina .." you suddenly heard her voice say far away.

"What?"

"My name is Wilhemina .."

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman .." you muttered before finally drifting away.

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"I thought you weren't coming ..." you greeted Wilhemina with a soft smile as she stepped into the shop on Tuesday evening.

As always, she had a dead serious face and you wondered if she could even smile.

"I had to work longer .." she explained as she stood in front of the counter.

"So, my dear Mina, how can I help you today?" You asked, tilting your head.

Miss Venable raised an eyebrow.

"Mina?" She repeated.

"Its cute .."

"It sucks .."

"Okay okay .." you raised your hands defensively.

"Anyway, do you want roses again?"

She shook her head.

"Not today .. You know, I have a date on Thursday and was wondering what kind of flowers she likes .."

You froze at her words.

Somehow you felt betrayed.

Confused, you watched as the serious woman burst out laughing.

"You should have seen your face .." she laughed and you blushed.

"I'm sorry .." you mumbled, embarrassed.

"Of course you are and now sell me your stupid roses"

"My stupid roses .." you repeated quietly as you turned around to the shelf behind you and held out the finished roses.

"You're already done ..", she remarked with a frown.

"Yep ... no horny stare at my fingers today .."

She snorted at your words and you watched her take the money out.

"So you have nothing to do on Thursday?" You asked, giving her a subtle look.

"It was a joke ..": she said and gave you the money, which you accepted with trembling hands. You bit your lip in nervousness before squeezing out the following words.

"And what do you think, if we do something together on Thursday?"

"Like what?", She looked at you disapprovingly.

"Like a date? I dont know .." you muttered and screwed up your eyes.

"Okay."

"Okay?", You stared at her confused.

"Does that mean 'yes?"

"Yes .." she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"As long as I don't have to go back to your horror apartment, everything is okay”

"Well, thank you very much ..", you moaned. "Will I at least get your number now?", You said with a grin and got a pen and paper that you gave her and then watched her scribble her number on it.

"See you Thursday ...", you smiled sweetly as she pushed the paper back across the table.

She just gave you a vague look before turning to walk to the exit. But shortly before the door she stopped.

"6 pm .." she said without turning around.

"And don't be late, I hate unpunctuality..."

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Two days later you were cycling through the city to go to Mina's apartment. The fabric of your dress fluttered around your bare legs and made you tremble. The wind tousled your hair and you had to find with regret that what you had just stood in the bathroom for two hours for probably schon was destroyed again.

To say you were nervous would have been the biggest understatement of the century. On the one hand it was because your last date was a few years ago and on the other hand it was because of Wilhemina. This woman was so extraordinarily different that it seemed almost impossible for her to exist.

And you found her incredibly attractive. You found her stern demeanor, how perfect her hair looked and the fact that the whole atmosphere changed when she walked into a room...

Your breath caught as you turned into her street and her house came into view. A large white new building with a cube-like shape stood on a plot of land surrounded by lawn. The building had huge windows, all of which were lit with soft light.

No wonder she called your apartment a "horror apartment", probably even her cellar was nicer than the place you lived in.

After hooking up your bike, you hurried to the black door and looked nervously at your watch. It was exactly 6 p.m.

You raised your hand on the doorbell and before you could ring the doorbell swung open and presented Mina.

"On time." Was her only comment, but you didn't listen to her at all and were only fixated on what was in front of you.

How could she look so good?

The woman in front of you was dressed in a purple blouse with a lace collar and the matching skirt. Her red hair, which was usually tied into a ponytail, was pinned up and, as always, she wore this dark lipstick.

"You're staring, Y / N .." she remarked with raised eyebrows and made you blush.

"M'sorry .." you mumbled before you held out the red wine that you bought a few hours ago.

"Uhm..for you? I thought flowers were uncreative .."

"Thank you ..", she said curtly and made room for you to enter the house.

The house looked just as perfect from the inside as it did from the outside. White walls were adorned with pictures whose motifs you did not understand. There was expensive designer furniture everywhere and instead of doors there were just passages. But what fascinated you most was the fact that instead of lamps there were candles that were placed everywhere and provided the dimmed light.

"I like fire .." she told you when she noticed your interest in the candles.

You nodded briefly. "It is nice.."

And of course her kitchen was beautiful too. You felt more and more ashamed of your small apartment. Wilhemina probably had more different knives (which, by the way, were all perfectly arranged on the wall) than you had cutlery in total. And the thought of her living alone in this huge house was a little scary.

"So Y / N ..", she started and pointed to the set table.

"I'm not the best cook, but I really tried hard with these noodles .."

"I am sure, that its perfect ..", you smiled gently at her and sat down on one of the two chairs before she sat down opposite you.

For the next few minutes you just sat in silence and quietly ate your food. You just didn't know what to say.

"It's disgusting, isn't it?" Mina suddenly asked and let you lift your head.

"Oh god, Mina, no," you said quickly when you saw her narrowed eyes.

"Its delicious .."

"Okay .." she mumbled quietly, poking the noodles with her fork.

"Why do you actually need this stick?" You asked after a few more minutes of silence. She was clearly surprised by your question.

"Is that important?" She frowned.

You shook your head quickly.

"No .. I was just wondering .."

"Well, it's because of my back .." she finally said after wrestling with herself for a minute.

"I have scoliosis .."

"Oh .." you uttered and she subtly lifted her gaze to see your face.

"I'm sorry .." you added quickly.

"Does it hurt?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"It is not permanent pain .. some days every step hurts, while other days it only hurts when someone touches it .."

With worried eyes you watched as she took a sip of her wine and her gaze was fixed on the stick next to her.

"It's incurable .." she added and put her glass back on the table.

"I had an unsuccessful operation a few years ago and now I only get regular painkillers ..."

"That's awful .." you muttered, playing with the fork in your hand.

"You know, the problem is less the pain .. I just hate to see it, it looks disgusting .." she was still staring at her cane.

"I guess you can't look ugly .." you said softly and put your hand on hers. She raised her gaze to you and frowned at you before mumbling a little "thank you".

Like it was something you said to make her feel better. But you meant it, she was just beautiful. It was just sad that she didn't know.

You spent the rest of the evening in the woman's huge living room.

She told you about her work at kineros robotics and you about yours in the boring flower shop. Actually, not much happened, but you thought it was just right and by the end of the evening you already had the date for your second date.

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Ms. Venable was more than surprised when you invited her back to your apartment on Thursday last week. In her eyes, your weird apartment wasn't a nice place for a second date, but for your sake she'd agreed.

for your sake

That felt kind of weird .. In general, she felt weird around you. Unlike all the other people, she didn't hate you, on the contrary .. And she hated herself for not hating you.

Jesus, she could never hate you.

She loved watching you work, she loved your laugh, and she even loved your annoying, overt flirting.

She loved you.

But she could never tell you that, she couldn't even admit it to herself anymore. That would only make everything unnecessarily complicated and actually she wanted to break the whole thing off before it became too much.

The problem was, she couldn't cancel it, it had been too much since she first visited your shop. And now the thought of breaking your little heart made her feel guilty.

Finally she arrived on your floor and let out a relieved breath. Climbing stairs with that stupid stick was very strenuous.

Just like you did a week ago, she checked her watch.

10 p.m.

She was on time.

10 p.m. was a bit late for her taste, but you insisted and now she was standing here and knocking briefly on your door, which opened less than a minute later.

"Hello beautiful woman ..", you greeted her with a grin and Ms Venable couldn't help but smile.

"I thought flowers were uncreative ..", she repeated your words from last week and held out a box of plasters to you.

"That's why I have plasters for you, in case you stare at your customers again and cut yourself away while thorns ..", she grinned and enjoyed the blush that was forming on your face.

"You're mean .." you muttered before you took her box.

"Wait here a moment ..", you disappeared back into your apartment.

Wilhemina frowned.

"I thought we would spend the evening in your apartment ..?"

"Not quite .." you explained when you reappeared in the doorway with a jacket around your shoulders.

"I didn't want you to get scared in my 'horror apartment', so I hope you don't mind climbing a few more stairs .."

"Okay ..", Miss Venable muttered, still confused, and followed you up the stairs.

"You weren't in the shop on Tuesday .." you said, sounding a little disappointed as you climbed the steps in front of here.

"I thought it was superfluous because I see you today .."

You turned your head to face her and grinned at her.

"So do you admit that you always came, just because you wanted to see me ..?"

Wilhemina stopped and stared at you. Damn.

"Shut up, ..", she growled and you laughed before you started climbing the stairs again.

"You know, not everything is bad about living in a skyscraper with small horror apartments .." you told her when you got upstairs.

"Unlike you, I have a roof terrace .." you said proudly and opened the door that led to the roof.

The icy wind immediately whipped against Mina's face as she stepped on the roof.

But as cold as it was, she had to admit that the view was beautiful.

Not only did you have the opportunity to look down on the whole city, also the sky seemed to be open to you and no tree, no house and no cloud blocked your view of the stars.

Ms. Venable had never seen the night sky so clearly and for that alone it was worth climbing the remaining steps.

Her gaze fell when she saw you in the corner of her eye as you stared at her with a grin.

"Better than my horror apartment, right?" You asked smugly and she just shook her head in amusement.

"You know, I didn't mean the 'horror apartment' badly .."

"That was hardly a compliment ..", you remarked skeptically and turned around to go over the roof. Miss Venable followed you, of course, and inspected the way the roof had been designed by the residents. It was obvious that everyone had their own area up here, as many areas were separated from the others with temporary wall. Some had set up tables or chairs, while others had set up a kind of garden.

"Uhm .. this is mine ..", she suddenly heard you say and followed what your finger was pointing at.

Behind a partition, which was a simple wooden frame covered with fabric, was an obviously self-made bed. A simple mattress lay on a couple of Euro pallets.

At the head of the bed there was a board with a chain of lights winding around it and the bed itself was overflowing with pillows that didn't match in any way, but it still looked pretty cozy.

"Oh fuck .." you suddenly uttered and made Wilhemina flinch.

"What is it?" She asked confused as she stared into your worried eyes.

"I'm so stupid ..", you hit your forehead with your hand.

"I forgot that you probably can't sit here with your scoliosis .."

"Don't worry about it .. it works for a while," Mina calmed you down and watched you chew your lip.

"For real?"

"Yes.", She gave you a reassuring smile

"Then come here .." you said with a grin as you sat down and reached out your hand to her. Wilhemina hesitated briefly, but then took your hand and let you gently pull you onto the bed. For a brief moment, she was afraid it was actually too much for her back, but when she leaned against the pillow that you had placed in front of the wooden board, she relaxed.

You sat down next to her and now pulled a cloth blanket over both of you before you leaned back and put your head on her shoulder.

"We have to do that in summer too, because it's not that cold and you can watch the sunset ...", you mumbled and Mina was shocked by your words. In summer.

That was confusing, it was just winter, you had known each other for a month and now you were talking about what would be in six months.

"Did you make the bed yourself?" She asked to change the subject.

"Nope, my cousin helped me ..", you explained. "And I'm really grateful for that .. my apartment is really quite cramped at times and then I'm happy if I can come here to think about everything .."

"I thought you like your life?"

"I like it, but everyone else doesn't like it ... everyone says I should catch up with my school leaving certificate and then do something useful ... sorry, but I hate my parents .." you said and took her hand in yours.

"And sometimes I also wonder what if I had finished school?"

"Understandable ..", Wilhemina muttered while she stared at the starry sky and lost herself in it. It was one of the best moments she'd ever shared with anyone. The rustle of passing cars, your flowery scent, which didn't come from perfume, but from your job and then this sky.

Also the fact that your head was on her shoulder and your hand was intertwined with hers didn't make her jump and somewhere she was enjoying it.

She had no idea how many minutes you had spent and it was your whisper that broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please what?", Mina winced and instinctively slid away from you.

You quickly took your head off her shoulder and looked carefully into her eyes, which were staring down at you in alarm.

"If it's okay, I mean .." you added quickly, clinging to the ceiling between the two of you to hold on to something.

" I don't quite understand what this is supposed to be..", Mina said and tried to keep calm so as not to go crazy. She watched you take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

"Okay Mina .." you started and screwed up your eyes.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I generally don't believe in love ..." she replied coldly.

Your eyes widened at her words.

"Then why are we dating?"

Miss Venable didn't answer and just stared at you. That was bullshit ... you only knew each other a month, you couldn't love her. It was impossible.

Your eyes started to fill with tears when she didn't answer. And when she saw that, she closed her eyes.

Great, Wilhemina, now she's crying because of you.

"Y / N please ..", she mumbled and tried to grab your hand, but you jumped away.

"No Mina .." you said, still crying, and got up.

"It's my fault, I should have known .."

Again Wilhemina could only stare at you. If there was one thing she didn't want, it was that you were hurt because of her.

You ran your hair through before you crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm sorry if I got too close, but I thought you would feel the same way .."

You stared down at her expectantly, but she looked at you again with a frown

"This is pointless .." you muttered and grabbed your jacket.

"I think you can find the exit on your own .."

You started to leave and just wanted to go down to your little horror apartment to bury yourself in your uncomfortable sofa, but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You're not going anywhere .." she growled and you let her pull you back onto the bed. You sat across from her and looked at her impatiently while she was trapped in her head, trying to form sentences.

"Are you still saying anything or just staring?" You asked annoyed

"Okay, I guess, I like you too .." she finally pressed out.

"You like me too?"

"Yes? I dont know .."

You snorted and rolled your eyes.

"You dont know .."

"It's complicated ..", Mina stammered and struggled for words.

"Tell me more.."

"I'm not really good at saying what I'm feeling .." she tried further.

"Obviously."

"Y / N please .." she muttered. "I hate being emotional, it makes me weak .."

Weak. At her words you frowned. You'd always noticed that she was a little stiff, but she actually seemed to have trouble talking about what was going on inside her.

"What did they do to you, that you think something like that .." you whispered when you saw tears running down her face and she averted her gaze from you and stared into her lap.

You carefully reached out your hand to place it on her cheek. She looked at you carefully and with all the pain in her gaze you couldn't help but feel bad.

"I hate people .." she said quietly and more tears welled up in her eyes and made their way down her face. Your heart broke at the sight.

You reached out both arms to her to pull her to your chest. You rubbed her back gently with your hands, trying to be as careful as possible not to hurt her while she cried into your shoulder and clung to you.

It took a few minutes for her to calm down and pull back from your chest to look at you.

You actually wanted to say something, but she was faster and suddenly pressed her lips against yours. It was unexpected and her lips tasted like the salty tears, but still it was the best kiss you had ever had.

"I love you .." you mumbled against her lips so as not to get the answer you had hoped for a second later.

"I love you too.."

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too  

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn  

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate 

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so: 

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way  

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space   

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss 

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol) 

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts 

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage 

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.) 

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

 “Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)  

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!  

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha 

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen 

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad   

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going. 

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design  

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha 

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wow haha um so anyway -- 

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed 

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity 

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me  h e l p 

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too 

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here 

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff 

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y) 

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

[lookbluesoup]

Fallout OC Interview

@robobrainmurdermysterytheatre and @quinndecker214 tagged me to do this LITERAL AGES ago! Thanks for this and IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG it got lost in my drafts I hope it was worth the wait //shot I TAG @nuclearvessel @ronqueesha @tarberrymentats @wild-w4steland-snip3r @daddyfuckinlonglegs @saltsealed @thewookieruns No pressure!!

Choose an OC.

Answer them as that OC.

Tag 5 people to do the same.

1. What is your name? Nathaniel Christian Wright. Maiden name Ronan, if, aha, you like fun-facts.

2. How old are you? You know I lost count somewhere after 240?

3. What do you look like?

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now? I was born a good ways South of here, spent most of my childhood there. Moved to Boston... before the War. Now I stay with Piper in Diamond City between work, got an infield view and everything! Never would have bet on that the day I woke up in the Vault. I guess life’s funny, hunh? I - ...I’m glad to be there.

5. What was your childhood like? Oh, nothing special, really. My Pa was ex-military, a chaplain. Ma stayed home to tend the house, and raise rambunctious sons. She was - good. I wonder sometimes whether she’d be proud of me, out here.

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? Well, I am K i n g of the Castle - a-hem, I mean, General. Yeah, just General. (//Ronnie distantly yells something about the joke not being funny the 80th time)

[[There are rumors of Nate being a leading Railroad Agent, but he absolutely would not admit to that in a casual interview xD]]

7. Tell me about your best friend. Deacon? Hah! What can’t I tell you about him! He’s got a two-dozen kids. Twelve wives. One’s a ghoul. He’s also a synth, but you didn’t hear that from me. Has an extra toe on his left foot. Those sunglasses aren’t a fashion statement, they’re glued to his face. Horrible accident, really. Inoperable. He can speak five languages, including Zetan. I swear, it’s all true! But, ah. He’s a good friend. Better than he knows.

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them! My son, Shaun, lives here at the Castle. I wish I could bring him to Diamond City, let him make friends with the other kids, try to give him something of the life he might’ve had before the War. But I’ve got enemies. The Minutemen have enemies. Comes with the job. It’s safer for Shaun to be here, out of the limelight. And also, you know, with a barracks full of guns ready at a minute’s notice if there’s trouble. My men are family, too. Hell, I feel closer to the people here than I did most of my own blood in the old world. There’s also my butler, Codsworth. And Natalie, Piper’s little sister - well, she may as well be my little sister, too. But hey, keep that one off the record. Nat’d never forgive me.

9. What about a partner or partners? I’m a happily tethered man, bound for life to one kickass reporter, Mrs. Wright. You may have heard of her. 

10. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? [Nate seems more guarded] Yeah, I know them. That graveyard across the channel used to be their airship. I wish it had ended differently, but... well, war never changes.

11. Who are your enemies, and why? I suppose that’s a natural follow-up question. Well, most of the Raider gangs will attack on sight. Gunners, too. But we’ve managed to clear a pretty safe stretch between major towns over the past year. Since the Minutemen have established a pro-synth stance, more than a few settlements shut their doors on us. Lost a fair number of volunteers. But no violence so far. Other than that... the remnants of Brotherhood here aren’t fond of me, personally. Why? We parted on bad terms. Lets just - leave it at that. Anyone else out here can tell you the story. There are Institute survivors, too. We tried to get as many noncombatants out as we could the day it fell, but it was a battle. It was messy. A lot haven’t forgiven me for turning on them. [sighs] ...Can you blame them? The Minutemen have kept a running list of Courser sightings since then. So many still aren’t accounted for. Keeps me up at night, sometimes.  

12. What about The Enclave? I’ve heard rumors. None of them good. 13. How do you feel about Super Mutants? Tough bastards. I wish we could help them. I know they don’t all go crazy, and Virgil was making progress on a cure. But I haven’t seen him in years. We’re not - really on speaking terms.

14. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? More than once, and never unscathed. Not bragging! It’s the truth. Take a look at this, [he rolls back his sleeve to show a massive scar running over his upper arm] Piper and I got pinned down, lizard gutted me and nearly lost me an arm. Also? Ruined my best flannel shirt.

15. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? Bunker Hill. What a hellscape. Between the Railroad and the Institute, things were hot enough. But somehow the Brotherhood found out, too. It’s a wonder Bunker Hill wasn’t razed to the ground. My Courser escort was killed in a Railroad ambush and the synths we were after escaped. I barely got out alive.

[[Nate actually killed X4-18 and helped the synths escape, but that’s another Railroad secret :’D]] 16. Do you like fighting? No. But I’ll do what I have to to stay alive and protect the people I care about. 17. What’s your weapon of choice? A modified radium rifle. I was a sniper back in my army days, it’s what I’m trained in. But if the fight does get close, this gun’s versatile enough to still be useful. Wish my loadout back in Anchorage did that. I’m fond of the laser musket, too - but you only get one shot, and then everyone will know exactly where you are. Strategically it’s too limited.

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) My winning charm, of course! [winks] And trekking all over the Commonwealth keeps me fit for when folks aren’t so interested in talking. Piper keeps the luck for both of us. I’m - pretty sure I’m cursed, actually.

S(6) P(7) E(8) C(11) I(7) A(5) L(2)

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? I suppose I should be grateful, really. If not for the Vaults, I’d have died two centuries ago. I’d never have met Piper, or taught Shaun to play baseball. None of this... none of this at all would have happened. [grimaces] Don’t get me wrong. Vault-tec was fucking insane. The things they did to people in some of those Vaults-? I was uncharacteristically lucky. There’s a reason they call me the Sole Survivor, and it’s not from winning some tv game show about living on an island.

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? My Pip-Boy has a Geiger counter built in so I can avoid the worst of it. But sometimes it can’t be helped. I always keep Rad-Away and Rad-X on hand. Other than that, I bring the old vault suit to wear under my clothes if I know exposure’s inevitable. It helps a little. Piper likes to tease me about that, but somehow I think she prefers me with hair and less than six limbs. Plus, my ass looks great in blue. Her words. Not mine. Yes, you can quote that.

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter? The radstags, no doubt! [motions to Legs Washington] Look at those little extra arms wiggling around. Adorable.

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Yao guais. They are way too stealthy for something that big. I dunno what they’re eating up in Maine, but Far Harbor was full of them. Big, grumpy ones. And look, have you ever tried to outrun a bear? Don’t.

23. How do you feel about robots? I like the ones that aren’t shooting at me! Codsworth and Ada are friends. Isabel’s eyebot, Sparks? Adorable. I even got this hat from an old Sentry named Ironsides. Those Rust Devils and their junk bots though? I try not to fight them without a lot of backup. Got ambushed by a Succubus once. Not a good time. At all.

24. How many caps do you have on you right now? Why, you planning to rob me? Kidding. About 200, which is a lot for me generally speaking.

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? [Suddenly excited] Wait, does Sunset Sarsaparilla still exist?

26. Do you do chems? Aside from Med-X when I’ve been shot? Not if I can help it.

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? Not as often as in the beginning, but it does happen sometimes. I’ll have dreams where I’m back in my old life, and it’s always... disorienting.

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? There are - a lot. I’ll admit it. Sometimes I wonder, if I’d only just - hm... Well. To be honest, I’ve been trying not to linger so much on what I’ve done wrong, and focus on what I can do right for the future instead. Piper taught me that.

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?  I’ll always be proud to call myself Mr. Wright. If I can be half the man Piper tells me I am, I’ll consider it a life well lived.

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? Geeze, you could give my wife a run for her money with a loaded question like that! I want... a future where folks don’t have to be afraid of monsters coming after them in the night. I want synths to have a fair chance at living their own lives, as who they are, without pretending. I want Shaun to - be able to grow up. For myself? Everything I need is right here already.

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‘She’s Deadly’ - Shawn Mendes Gang AU

Words: 7.4k

Pairing: Gang Leader!Shawn Mendes & Assassin!(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing and Smut

|| Masterlist in bio ||

There was a heavy vent. The blowing of air was all she could hear over her thoughts of what would happen. Y/N reckoned she wasn’t afraid, honestly, she didn’t know what would happen. All she knew was that the FBI had caught her and she had one thing in mind; she was probably gonna go to jail.

After all, she was well known under a specific name as an assassin. She killed people, that was easy to say. She had killed people and she didn’t regret any of it. The reason for that - and it was quite simple, really - was the girl had no emotions.

“Fucking finally. Thought you wanted me to rot,” she smiled wickedly to the man in uniform coming in. She looked down to her hands that were cuffed to the table and she raised her eyebrows, “Fucking gonna let me go, ain’t guilty for anything, just a simple crystal shop owner.” The bald man kept a poker face and pulled papers out of a folder.

“Ms Y/L/N-”

“I want my fucking lawyer,” he huffed.

“You’re not being accused of anything, Ms Y/L/N,” the man said towards her, “we know about you, Eve.” There it was. She stared at him, humour all gone at the moment; this was business now.

“What do you want?” she leaned over, looking the scared man right in his eyes.

“We want to hire you, Eve,” she nodded, instantly recognising her street name, seeing the paper that was slid in front of her.

“Why would the government want me to kill someone for them?” she asked as the bald man leaned over uncuffing her.

“The guy we have been tracking is nowhere to be found. You seem like the gal to know where these type of people live,” she raised her eyebrow.

“I’m the type of gal? What the fuck does that mean?”

“If you don’t want the job, we can arrest you right away,” she was done for, the choice was that either she could do what she loved or she went straight to the death serum.

“I’ll do the bloody job. Who do you want me to kill?” she leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms.

“A global crime syndicate leader,” he turned a file over to her, which she grabbed.

“Shawn Mendes,” Y/N readout and automatically flinched as the memories flooded in.

-

“Smile!” she covered her eyes as her lover straddled her, the Polaroid camera in her face.

Y/N let out a giggle as Shawn leaned over her, taking a picture of her, the flash crossing pass both of their eyes.

“See? You’re so beautiful,” he rolled over back on the grass in the park, and looked at the picture, “nothing to be ashamed of my lovely.” Shawn looked over to the girl, hair braided into a bun and subtle smile.

“You’re funny,” she leaned over bopping his nose, yet he caught her off guard with grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in for a kiss.

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N, never forget that,” he pulled away staring at her as she sneakily pulled out the camera and taking a picture with him; kissing him hard on the lips.

It was cute. It was two teenagers at the age of sixteen in love and expressing it in the purest way ever; stolen kisses and pretty lullabies.

-

She ignored everything the man was saying. Shawn, her Shawn, could it really be him that he talking about? But, this is a job. It must be a common name because her Shawn would have never done that. He was too good, or at least to her.

-

“I want more in life,” she told him, huffing the smoke from the cigarette and stared out the window in Paris.

“Meaning?” he was confused, standing behind her, afraid of what his love has said.

“I want to do more,” she turned around trying to figure out her words, “I bought this apartment.”

Shawn gave her a puzzled look, “What?”

“I think it’s best we break up, Shawn, I’m living in Paris now.”

-

Shawn. It ended badly. But, it was the best for her. She hit her first victim that night; dressed in leather and an everlasting need for more blood. Y/N believed that after that, he would’ve never have loved her. She was a monster.

“I’ll accept it,” she smirked, snatching the folder for herself and reading it. “But I want twenty million,” the bald man was speechless.

“Two,” she laughed, he clearly didn’t know the business.

“For drug dealers, it’s eight, for normal people, it’s five, for FBI it's twenty.”

“That’s not entirely legal…”

“My job isn’t entirely legal, sir,” she murmured, beginning to pack up and heading towards the door. “Do we have a done deal?”

“Yes.”

-

Y/N walked into her new apartment in Toronto. Her finger slid across the walls of the modern flat and she winced, definitely not her taste.

This city brought too many memories. Her emotions that she was long forgotten have begun clouding her. This was the city where she was an actual human, not a cold-blooded murderer. It may have been good to some, but for her, she wanted to bury all emotion that defines her as human; just a murder robot.

She sat down on the couch, the fabric and cushioning not so comforting, but it’ll make dues. But, whenever Y/N goes to a new country, her first step was to find the nearest liquor depot. So, she placed herself down with Shawn’s folder and a giant gin and tonic. It was a treat to herself.

Shawn Mendes. Where does she begin with the boy? For one, he was always the sweetest person, but now he must’ve changed.

Shawn Mendes owns a global drug and weapon trade. It was simple, yet this Shawn Mendes that she prays isn’t who she thinks it is, fills all of her past lover’s details.

Y/N has come to the conclusion that her Shawn is the Shawn she has to kill.

- She had the brains, it is what helps her in the job; beauty and brains. It was simple, the complex brain of her’s; nobody knew her job. Eve, that was what people called her when they called her up; the plan of being arrested wasn’t in her mind.

Y/N has been doing this job for as long as she could remember. If you look in her diary, the name of every man or woman she killed was written there. Yet, she was feared on the streets. When hired, she’d do as much research as she possibly can, hoping that that person who called her wanted her to kill a bad person, not a good person. Therefore, every name in that roughed up leather journal was a bad person; they’re better off dead.

The lounge was dark. It wasn’t her thing, but she needed to spot her Shawn. Subtle chatter was heard over the quiet music, as she made her way through. This was awful, the plan. She has come to the conclusion of what is going to happen for her to murder him. But, Y/N was a heartless creature.

So, she sat down on the stool, looking over the expensive lounge. Her eyes staring at every dirty lawyer, every drug dealer and perverts trying to pick up girls. If the metal machine on her hip wasn’t so heavy at the moment, she would’ve ignored it, but every person in this room deserves to die.

“Can I have a—” she tried to order but was stopped by an all too familiar voice.

“A dirty martini with two extra ounces of gin, and salt on the rim,” she shyly smiled, turning her seat around and having an eyeful of eye candy.

“Shawn Mendes,” she drew his name out, as he smiled, arms crossed over the all too expensive suit. That moment Y/N felt like the fifteen-year-old she once was around him; shy and cheeky.

“Why the fuck are you in Toronto, Y/N? Thought you’re owning some crystal shop in London, living the life and drinking your way to the top, as well as smoking,” she turned around, grabbing the martini and bringing it to her red lips.

“I moved here,” Shawn bit his lip, eyes slowly undressing her at the moment. She surely has matured into a beautiful woman.

“Why?” he sat down, ordering a whiskey.

“You know me, can’t commit,” he nodded, having one plan that night, “what are you doing now, Mr Mendes.” This has escalated quickly, her manicured hand on his thigh, as she leant in and whispered in his ear. Definitely, the plan will go through tonight. The thought of her sprawled out on his bed with her moaning his name just had him going.

“I own a business,” he mumbled, as Y/N placed a delicate kiss under his ear and leaning back in the stool. She smiled, biting her lip. But, Shawn knew this wasn’t the Y/N he fell in love with back in his teen years. She was more risky, kinky, sexy, dominant even. She was one hell of a tease.

“I noticed, Givenchy?” she pointed to his suit and he nodded. He sipped the whiskey and tried to guess her outfit, but couldn’t come up with it.

“Chanel,” the lie rolled off her lips, the black dress actually handcrafted for weapons to hide. He nodded, ashamed that he didn’t know that; she knew him so well still.

“How are you?” and that is all it took for the conversation over whiskey and rum to escalate to her waking up totally hungover in his bed. But, the conversation was good, no remorse still for the actions that should be released in a few months to a year. But, he was her same old Shawn.

-

A headache was what woke her up. A groan left her lips as her hand went to her forehead. Her eyes slowly began opening as she took in her surrounds, definitely not her little flat.

“Fuck,” she rolled over, looking for her phone, but found nothing.

Shawn leant against the doorframe, watching as Y/N began waking up to her hangover. She was different, completely different from the last time they saw each other five years ago. He coddled the mug of coffee as he stood with joggers and no t-shirt.

Y/N pulled open the sheets revealing her in new clothes. An instant worry fled through her.

“Looking for this?” she looked up, seeing Shawn toying with her gun. Y/N kept a poker face and tried to cover everything. She has truly fucked up.

“Did we do anything?” he chuckled, placing the gun on the drawers and walking towards her.

“No, you got drunk. I don’t know where you live so I took you to my place, you vomited all over yourself, so I had to take off your clothes, shower you and put you to bed.”

Now that was embarrassing. Y/N pursed her lips together and stared at the male beauty in front of her. Shawn brought the coffee cup to his lips as he stared back at her.

“I-I am sorry?” he chuckled, her apology sounding like a question.

“Advil is next to you. Your purse is in the kitchen,” he got up and left the room, picking up the gun on the way out.

“You know this is illegal in Canada. Carrying one without a good reason,” he turned around and gave her a cheeky smile.

“You know me, Mendes, always breaking the rules.”

Her finger dragged against the wall as she exited to the bedroom, looking down the hallway in the big flat. She heard the mutter of a voice but had no rush to go towards it; gently taking her time. The black and white flat was definitely screaming ‘bachelor’, but Shawn was probably too addicted to his job to settle down.

“It is not nice to snoop,” she smiled at Shawn as he came around the kitchen counter to her. Y/N saw her gun behind him.

“I just took my time,” she muttered, placing her arms around his neck and gave him a gentle smile. He just stared at her.

Shawn was so organic. So raw and full of emotion while she was the opposite. He reckoned something happened in the last five years to make her so two-faced. Yet, she wasn’t the hippie he fell in love with when he was fifteen. Y/N was something else now. She was broken.

“Do you work with the police?” he asked, eyes staring at hers and Y/N choked.

“Fuck no,” she dropped her arms and went towards her purse to grab a cigarette. Shawn watched her, as she lit the stick.

“What happened to you?” she smiled, taking a puff in his house, which Shawn wasn’t appreciating.

“I grew up. I saw things I shouldn’t see. I have done things that are wrong. I am tough now, I guess,” Shawn crossed his arms and stared at her.

“I still love you,” he said Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Good on ya, then!” she winked, walking up to him and grabbed the gun and placing it back in her purse.

“That is not just any gun, Y/N, who are you and who are you working for?” she rolled her eyes at her past lover.

“I work for myself. I am a female, I can’t walk the streets without being attacked,��� Shawn was beginning to get angry with her. This was not the attitude he wants. This is not the answers he wants right now. “How’s the business?” she was trying to change the conversation, “It’s not any business, eh? I see the roles of cash under the sink, I saw the gun rack that you hidden. I ain’t stupid.” She brought the cigarette to her lips and blew smoke.

“What are you?” she shook her head.

“I asked you first.”

“I own a global crime syndicate,” he told her, Y/N looked unaffected. “You’ve done worse?” she smiled, rubbing the cigarette on the granite.

“I ain’t your hippie gal anymore from high school; flower crowns, indie music, tattoos and long road trips. I am an assassin,” Shawn was emotionless.

“Then why are you here?” she shrugged.

“New client, wanted to say hi to you,” he stood, so done with all of this bullshit. She got up, walking towards the coffee machine and pouring herself a cup. “Well, thank you for the stay,” Y/N went to the bedroom with the mug and picked up the neatly folded clothes that belonged to her and went back to the living room.

“You’re just gonna leave?” she nodded, grabbing her handbag and shoving the dress in, while still holding the mug.

“Here is my business card, mister. I would love to do business with you. Also, you probably want your mug back so my number is there,” and she left with no turning back. Shawn was speechless. She was so odd nowadays; so mysterious.

-

Two days is all it took for him to call her. Her presence left a mark on him, and he couldn’t deal with the lack of Y/N in his life anymore. So, he gave her a date and time to meet up and he patiently waited to see that beauty again.

This was getting too much for her. She realised that she couldn’t keep up with what she is supposed to do. Shawn is the same. Y/N isn’t who she use to be, but Shawn is still the man she fell in love with all those years ago. But, being her stubborn self, she didn’t even accept the smallest feeling of all this.

“Nice office,” she said walking in. Shawn stood, normal clothes on; black skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“Thanks,” Y/N walked around, looking at all the trinkets in the dark room.

“Do you still eat meat?” she nodded, sitting down and grabbing his sandwich and taking a bite into it, “I was gonna ask you for dinner, but that works too,” he mumbled as she smiled so innocently.

“I prefer drinks,” he nodded, watching how such an angel turned into such a demon.

“So, Eve, is it?” she glared and stopped chewing her food. Shawn smirked. This was a game between them.

“The funny thing, Y/N, is that I was looking for an assassin for this one guy and I found this gal Eve, I looked into her and boom she is sitting right in front of me,” he was leading her into something.

“Who do you want me to kill?”

-

Y/N sat on the roof of some apartment building that night, leather suit, a couple of guns, a shitty magazine and her inner demons; sounds like a perfect night.

Shawn hired her, giving her the file at that meeting and she went her merry way to kill this drug addict. It was fun. She sat on the rooftop, waiting for the junkie to fumble his way out of the club and the job is done.

This part of the job was the worst, the waiting. Y/N was victim to her own thoughts so, of course, thoughts of Shawn flooded in, but this was a job. Her life was a job.

-

“So, let me get this clear,” Geoff said, sitting at Shawn’s counter and took the beer from him, ”your first love is now an assassin and you think you’re still in love with her?” Shawn groaned, chugging his beer and helping himself with the next one.

“I am still in love with her. My ex-girlfriend is now some cold-hearted, murderous, no-emotion assassin and is somehow back in my life with no explanation. She broke up with me in Paris in an apartment that I thought we rented but turned out she bought it…besides the point. Y/N was this hippie who saw the good in everyone and danced in the meadow type of gal. Now, she is in some designer black dress with guns and heavy makeup and cares about getting drunk and killing people. I love her still, yes, always will, but I am worried,” Geoff nodded, watching his mate and partner in crime talk.

“People change,” Shawn shrugged.

“She’s out there right now, killing that white kid with the sword tattoo-”

“Ah, Sam. Yup, how much does he owe?” shawn glared, not appreciating his friend’s teasing.

“Let’s not talk about it,” Geoff laughed.

“The thing, dude, is that you’ve also changed. You run a crime gang and you kill people too. You two are not angels,” Shawn nodded.

“I know, but she isn’t my girl anymore, it’s just-”

“Weird, I know,” Shawn nodded. “Do you think she still loves you?” Shawn shrugged his shoulders.

“She is not easy to understand, that is one thing that is the same. But I love her still.”

“Then tell her, dude.”

He can’t tell her. She is on and off at times. One minute she is cheeky and in love and the next she doesn’t want anything to do with you. She was the most confusing creature he has definitely come across within his life. Eventually, he was interrupted by a doorbell.

“That would be her,” Shawn quickly headed to the door, and opened it, seeing her.

“I thought you’d give me something juicy, but you just gave me a deadbeat junkie who doesn’t know the difference between his roots and tips of his hair when he gets it dyed. The dude needed a serious makeup over,” Y/N just invited herself in and went straight to the kitchen counter. “What you have?”

Geoff looked at Shawn and mouthed, ‘that’s not normal’. Shawn nodded. Heading to grab her a beer.

“Y/N,” She nodded to the man next to her, and which Geoff replied with his name. She began busying herself with Geoff, talking about his job in the gang and all.

Overall, Geoff really liked her. She was funny, charismatic, good with her words, and let alone drop dead gorgeous. Shawn just watched from afar, busying himself with incoming emails and texts from the boys about the gang. She was letting loose a bit and he was enjoying watching from afar.

Shawn had to interrupt eventually, as Y/N began blessing Geoff with some high key embarrassing stories about Shawn. But, overall Y/N was beginning to adopt her original self.

“Nice meeting you, Geoff,” she said, giving him a hug as he grabbed his jacket and went out the door.

“You’re being friendly tonight,” Shawn smirked, walking towards her which she scoffed.

“I am always friendly,” Shawn raised an eyebrow.

“Three hours ago, you killed a guy,” Y/N stood, hands on her hips and had an open mouth.

“Let’s separate business with pleasure,” Shawn just stared at her with such sparkle in his eyes.

“So, we are now pleasure,” he grabbed her hips and looked at her, as a gentle smiled replaced her shock features and he bit his lip.

“I can be anything you want me to be, Mendes,” Y/N placed her hands into his hair and massaged his scalp lightly.

He smiled down at her, starting to massage her side of her hip and just stared at her, “Can I kiss you?” “You don’t need to ask.”

He leant in catching their lips and connecting them as one. She let go, the mission not even in her mind as her hands wandered his body. Up and down, her hands covered his back as his were in her hair. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss which led to much more.

She began walking, making Shawn walked backwards towards his bedroom. Y/N pulled them apart, letting her take a look at his lust filled eyes. Smirking she removed her shirt that she changed into before heading to Shawn’s flat. He just was gobsmacked, her body more mature than he has ever seen before. Round breasts are much more fuller now, complimenting her hips and feminine body. She was perfect.

“Take a picture, Mendes, it lasts longer,” he had no facial expression just staring at her with so much love. Y/N bit her lip and walked to him, slipping his shirt off and throwing it across the apartment.

“Bedroom?” he smiled, grabbing her cheeks and smashing his lips into a kiss, and placing his hands on her bum, a signal to jump.

Y/N’s legs wrapped around his hips as Shawn began walking to the bedroom, making out aggressively with this woman. They forgot how well their lips fit so perfectly, it is like they are somehow made for each other. It was awe striking. The exchange between them, aggressive yet so purely love of making out and manoeuvring around the big apartment.

Down the hallway they went, Y/N knocking a few paintings and a vase being broken which created both parties to laugh it off.

Eventually, she was thrown on the bed as Shawn crawled towards her, hands and knees on the mattress. She just stared, the exchange so hot between them; chemistry and hormones, a perfect mixture of.

Y/N kept a gentle stare, as she slowly removed her bra, making Shawn feel the obvious tent in his pants.

“You’re a rascal,” she laughed, grabbing his cheeks as he straddled her and bit her lip.

“I’m your rascal, mister,” the kiss began again, as her red-manicured fingers moved to his joggers, pushing them down and palming his boner.

Moans began to come out of his lips as their lips moved together, and her hand played with him.

“Y/N-” He was so easy to please, he was so soft for her and so easy. He was hard as hell, but he was a giant softie.

Y/N stopped as her hands moved to his back and gripping it. He was left there, completely naked, yet she wasn’t.

Shawn realised this and began pulling her leggings down as she flipped them; hands in his hair now.

It was heavy, sweaty and fast. They moved in motion and it was pure love now. He was all she was thinking about and likewise. It was perfect, two naked bodies intertwined.

“Condom,” she mumbled against his ear as she began to kiss his neck.

“Draw..” moan after moan, “on your left,” she nodded, disconnecting them as she rummaged his draw.

She ripped the packaging and rolled it down him, a hiss crowding the room. He was so hard, and it was all for her.

Shawn moved to be on top of her, Y/N’s back against the mattress as he positioned himself right in front of her entrance.

“It’s ok, hun,” she mumbled into his ear, placing a kiss on his cheek.

It surprised him. Shawn wasn’t going to complain about all this, but she was flirty and dominate when they saw each other a few days ago, but now she was her self from when they were together all those years ago. It was amazing. He was happy.

Shawn pushed himself in, the silent room now filled with silent moans, mumbles and hisses. He was big, but she got used to it quickly, as it was neither’s first time.

“Move,” she mumbled, connecting their lips, as her hand went down to his bum and gripped it, as he began to pump in and out of her petite body compared to his.

The room was filled with moans of each other’s names and swears exchanged between them as the pleasure was so needed.

“Fuck, faster, Shawn,” quickly, the lovemaking escalated to a full blown fuck fest.  Skin slapping began to occur as his balls hit her, he was so deep and the pleasure was beginning to override each other’s system.

Her hands were in his hair now and Shawn’s were on her hips, gripping hard as he pounded into her as hard as he could.

Sweated covered them as they yelled each other’s name. It was full-blown sex now. It wasn’t pure nor innocent, it was filthy and dirty sex.

Y/N began gripping the bedsheets, making Shawn notice it. She was close, as he. But, he kept having to go. Simple kisses were given to one another once and a while, but both were too focus on fucking the living daylight out of one another. She truly was a devil in the sheets.

Y/N got the force and flipped them, and began riding him even though she was close. She grabbed his cheeks and rolled her hips on him.

“Fucking hell, babe,” he mumbled, as she grabbed to grip his hair, as his hands went to her bump, gripping it with all his might as she moved so fast.

“I’m close, honey,” he mumbled, trying his best to form words at that moment.

All Y/N could do was nod and keep moving, she began moving her hands down to his neck and rolled faster and faster. She was truly a master at all this. It even hurt his mind to think who else she has done this too. Y/N was his and he was gonna make sure that was enforced.

They rode out their highs with one another, panting and a little chuckle came from both of them after Shawn squirted his seed into her. Y/N fell against the mattress and stared at the white ceiling, trying to catch her breath.

Both stayed like that for a moment, and Y/N did something she forgot she had the ability to do. She accepted emotions.

“I can’t kill you,” Shawn turned his head to Y/N, looking at her, yet her attention was focused on the ceiling.

“What?” she couldn’t do it.

“I can’t kill you,” Shawn was puzzled. He moved his body to be on his side and to place his hand in his lover’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” a tear fell from her eye. She hasn’t done this in years. Y/N was finally breaking.

“You stole my journal,” Y/N can’t look at him. Shawn sighed.

“I can explain,” she shook her head and sat up, pulling the duvet to cover herself. Shawn followed, grabbing her hands.

“My journal has lists upon lists about things,” he hasn’t looked at it, but he stole it, thinking it was a key to figure who she was. It was in her purse that night she stayed over, he couldn’t help it. “It has names upon names of people I have either had sex with or have killed,” he was gobsmacked.

“Do you love me?” tears were flooding down her eyes as she stared at the man who only had access to her heart. Shawn grabbed her cheeks and wiped her tears.

“I’ll always love you, honey,” she was crying now, Shawn grabbed her, shushing in her ear and repeating the same words over and over again, “I love you, so, so, so much.”

Y/N pulled away and looked at him. She was so broken.

“You’ll never forgive me, Shawnie,” he shook his head, mumbling a no, “I’m not in Toronto for no reason. I am here for a client, but I am with the police,” he was gobsmacked. She was the police, “I am not the police, but I have to work them or else I am put in either jail or put on death row.” Shawn doesn’t know how to absorb this. “I am here because the FBI found out about you, Shawn. I am here to kill you,” Shawn’s face stopped and he didn’t know how to feel.

“Y/N-” he began to get up, trying his best to form the right words. Y/N instantly got up, grabbing the blanket as he put his joggers on and walked to the living room.

“I can’t kill you, Shawn,” she yelled, following him.

“You need to leave, Y/N,” she shook her head, grabbing his arm and he had the most hatred in his eyes she has ever seen.

“You said, you said you love me,” he bit his lip and pulled his arm from her. Y/N was in tears.

“I can’t love you when you lied to me about everything. Was this,” he pointed between each other, “all an act? Get me to a point of vulnerability and then kill me in my sleep,” she shook her head, trying to get him to look at her.

“I love you, Shawnie—”

“Don’t say my name like that, you have the audacity to do that. You fucking bitch,” he shook his head, and begin picking up her clothes and throwing them at her.

“You fucking need to get out of my fucking house, you whore,” she stood still, grabbing her clothes and quickly put them on.

“If I leave, I’ll probably be dead by the morning.” “The world would be a better place, Y/N.”

-

She was gone by the morning, catching the earliest plane to the smallest Italian town she could find, which happened to be her father’s. Shawn was on her mind the whole time. He loves her, but of course, she had to ruin it all and for what? She was a mess and he was too, little did she know.

Y/N went to a little town outside of Lucca where her father lived. Shawn knew her since middle school, but her father is also in the Mafia business. Antonio was welcoming to his daughter with open arms and a kiss to a cheek. She needed a break with being ‘Eve’, flirtatious, alcoholic Eve.

She spent her first few days getting to know the locals, taking walks with her father and filling her nights with festivals in the town. She was happy. But, she became happier when a little stick told her a dream she never thought of.

Y/N was pregnant and even though they were careful, things happen. She was pregnant with Shawn’s baby and she was ok with that. Shawn wanted nothing to do with her, therefore she had no intention to tell him. It was her past and she was willing to let it go in favour to learn to love with this fetus. Nothing could stop her glow.

Italians are very sexy she learnt off the bat. They were extremely flirty, not like Brits at pubs in London, but even buying her bread from the bakery, the boy around nineteen gave her wink and a smile, while Y/N just shook her head and mumbled, ‘you wish’. Her life was perfect, with no killing and no murder.

Well, that is mostly an entire lie. Her father was still in the business therefore once and a while (roughly once a week - she didn’t mind), she’d hear a gunshot and someone hitting the ground. What she meant was, no one got killed by her. In her eyes, she was a changed woman.

Her fear of the FBI finding her was there, but her father was watching her every movement after he found out that she was growing his grandbaby. Antonio made sure no one touched his little girl since day one, but with the FBI on her track, he was extra protective.

She enjoyed her days. Y/N took up painting and drawing again. Her room was filled with landscapes of her life in pictures, besides the fact she is a murder. Her father’s mansion began being filled up with her art, but it wasn’t just landscapes about places in Amsterdam (where Shawn proposed to her and she said no) and Paris. In her closet, in a box was drawing after drawing of different mediums of one particular boy - Shawn.

His picture was embedded in her mind. When her pencil or charcoal hit the canvas, her hands automatically drew him. He was so easy to just draw.

Her pregnancy was a bliss. She learnt she was having a baby boy and her father was fulfilled with the thought of a little boy carrying the family’s name. Yet, Y/N wasn’t so happy with her father’s reaction. Her baby wasn’t going to have any business with their family’s past. No crime, no murder, no drugs or weapons. Look how she turned out. He was gonna be normal.

Matteo Otis Mendes was born that October. It wasn’t an awful birth, long labour, but it was all worth it. Y/N cried, holding onto the nurse’s hand as she pushed as hard as she could to deliver her little baby boy.

When his cries erupted into the room, her heart shattered. This love she has for this being was so different than any love she has never felt before. This love was unstoppable and indescribable. She loves that baby with every fibre with her being.

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Shawn. Shawn regretted everything the moment he woke up the following morning to an empty bed.

It was all real. The fight, the truth, Y/N. He woke up and prayed it was a dream, but yet his pride took over him and he had to fuck up his potential relationship with the love of his life.

The dictionary didn’t have enough words to describe what a being Y/N was in his eyes. She was all that and bag of chips, as she’d say. But, she was it for him and the little truth that rolled out of the tongue, he had to make it ten times how it should’ve gone.

What the most difficult thing Shawn experienced months after her walking out the door, was that she was untrackable. At first, he checked every newscaster, praying that she wasn’t put on death row or jail. But, the girl is herself, and she can hide within a small village of five hundred and not be found.

Shawn had to go on with his life whether he liked it or not. But, his broken soul couldn’t deal with the lack of her presence again; the first time was hard enough. Therefore Geoff took over the business for a few months as he filled his nights with strangers and hard liquor.

That is what Y/N would do if she was in this position, but she wasn’t. In fact, he didn’t know how happy she was at the moment, holding her baby and watching him grow.

Eventually, Shawn got his shit together and went back to work. Yet, the journal of everything Y/N has ever done from it being a diary, her art and her kills, just had to be a reminder. But, he kept it, he loved her. He kept it in order to keep her memory alive.

Shawn knew he could never replace such a kindred spirit. She makes up more than just an average human being. She was it, but God had to be hateful and rip her away. He forgave her the second she walked out, yet it was too long before he could chase her down like Cinderella at midnight. All good things have to come to end eventually, they say.

So he moved on. He met a girl, they broke up, he met another one, they broke up. He lost hope for love but filled his days with overworking himself and praying for her to end up at his doorstep one day, yet that day never occurred.

Two years later, he and Geoff decided to have a deal with this man in Italy. He had good weapons and a good plan to bring them to Canada without being caught. So, he packed his best Armani suit and boarded on a plane.

The little flame of Y/N was still a tattoo in his brain, but she was like a death to him. There isn’t a day where he doesn't think of her. He carried that horrid journal everywhere, that and the engagement ring he proposed her with at the age of nineteen.

The little town, Romeo was the town Antonio resided in. He created this little town to branch his companies to cover his actual work. A working genius, Shawn would tell you. It was small, cute and screamed Y/N, which didn’t help him one bit.

He was welcomed by a few men in black suits, but he kept his facade on, big scary crime guy from Canada. He was tough, no facial expression and went with Geoff to meet this Italian man. He didn’t expect to see her.

Y/N sat on the doorstep, playing with blocks with Matteo in the sun. She was in a dress with a sun hat, and just stared at what a creation she created. Shawn stopped in his steps and just stared at this picture in front of him.

Y/N was with a little kid, playing with blocks and such a giant smile on her face. She was happy, while Shawn was miserable.

“Mistress Y/L/N,” the man nodded to her, she looked up and met with one of the men that worked with her father.

“Morning, Alexander,” she smiled, and looked behind him, “business appointment with my father?” they nodded and Y/N saw him. The smile on her face faded and bit her lip, trying to figure out what to say.

“Hello to you,” Shawn said, beginning walking to her but was stopped by an arm from Antonio’s man.

“Let him through, Alexander,” Y/N got up and walked towards the stranger yet friend.

“I tried to find you,” she smiled and looked down.

“I have to hide,” Shawn nodded, but she turned away.

“I’m sorry for my reaction,” Y/N smiled, picking up her baby and opening the door to her home.

“My father is waiting for you in his office,” she told him and went to the kitchen.

-

The meeting went fine and Antonio knew already who he was and the fact that he was the father to his grandson, but he held no grudges. He did know the full story about her job and her mission with him, and he completely understood Shawn’s feelings but his reaction was horrible. He hurt his baby girl but also blessed them with such an amazing child.

“You never told me your father is part of the Mafia,” Shawn walked into the kitchen seeing her with the child again, sitting, having a cup of tea as the little one was playing.

“It never came up,” Shawn rolled his eyes and sat next to her at the kitchen table.

“I knew you since we were like thirteen. I dated you and I met your father and all this time he has been in the criminal career,” Y/N watched her baby waddle to her, bringing her a block. “What’s his name?”

“Matteo,” she beamed. Shawn admired her with this child and just smiled. He’s glad she’s happy, she deserves it.

“Your husband must be happy that he is the spitting image of him,” Y/N opened her mouth and looked to Shawn and frowned.

“No husband. He was,” she tried to form the words, but Shawn bet her.

“I get it, I did it too. Slept with a bunch of people after you left,” she shook her head and looked at the man she is still in love with.

“He’s yours, Shawn,” she told him and Shawn just froze. Y/N couldn’t look at him, shame running her system never like before. “You said you wanted nothing to do with me. The FBI is on me and so I had to come here and hide.”

“How old is he?” she watched her baby.

“Fifteen months,” he looked at her and just watched her.

“I understand why you didn’t tell me,” Y/N looked up to the man that sat across her.

“I really wanted too. He is just perfect and I just wanted to tell you how perfect we made this baby,” her smile was so wide speaking about this young soul. Shawn smiled.

“Are you still in the business?” her head showed no and Shawn nodded.

“Wanted to raise him to be normal,” his love muttered.

Matteo walked up to them and Y/N scooped him up. A smile plastered on her face as she whispered words his ear and played with him. Shawn noticed Antonio in the doorway and all of a sudden he got the nerves he had when he was teen with her. Y/N just held her baby and Shawn smiled to her, grabbing his little hand.

“I want to try us again,” this sparked her interest and she looked at him. “I don’t hate you, I still love you, Y/N. I don’t care about the mission, I don’t care about your past. I love you and I want to be with you. I want to be there for Matteo. I want to be yours,” a little tear fell from her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. She nodded, looking at him and gently moving the curls out of his eyes.

“I’d like that, Mendes.”

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Title: umeboshi

A/N: For @pinkthespianlesbian, for the Fruits Basket SS held by @lgbtfurubanet. I don’t think I managed to fit all of your prompts together (and Momiji realizes she’s trans in this fic a bit earlier than your headcanon because I missed that line about 3rd year. XD), but I hope you enjoy this anyways!

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i.

 “It’s a romantic story,” Momiji chirped, leaning back on the school steps. It was a cloudless, warm spring day and she was happy they were finally in their summer uniforms. Kicking her feet in front of her, Momiji leaned back and stared at the bright blue sky. “My parents met in Germany, when they were students.”

 “Oh.” Tohru clapped her hands excitedly. On another person, this would seem sarcastic, but every action she did was always painfully earnest. Her eyes were bright as she leaned eagerly toward Momiji, already knowing how the story will go and still wanting to hear about it. “Was it love at first sight?”

 “Da!” Tohru was infectious and Momiji’s smile grew even wider. She leaned closer to Tohru, until their shoulders bumped. There was something thrilling about being this close to Tohru, about this casual nearness that she could have that almost none of the other zodiacs could have. She felt a brief pang of pity for Kyo and Yuki.

“Oooohhh!” Tohru’s hand pressed against the steps as she steadied herself, her hand overlapping Momiji’s slightly.

 A jolt of electricity ran through Momiji and she swallowed. It was a very brief pang of pity for her rivals. As they said, all’s fair in love and war. Gathering herself, Momiji continued, using the story as an excuse to hold Tohru’s hand entirely. “The second their hands touched, writing appeared on their arms like vines! They were soulmates! They didn’t let go of each other once, not even when they ate.”

 Tohru stared at their clasped hands and squealed. “Awww, that’s so cute!”

 Momiji would practically see the hearts flying off her. She nodded sagely. “It gets better! They used the words as their wedding vows.”

 “Awwwwwww.” Tohru hummed, almost bouncing as she thought about it all. She didn’t let go, her hand radiating warmth that shot straight to Momiji’s core. “That’s such a cute story. Mom never found her soulmate but she and Dad were very happy anyways. Actually, right after they got married, Mom dragged Dad to the tattoo parlor and forced him to tattoo her name on his wrist.” She chuckled. “They got their own versions of the soulmate words.”

 “Really?” Momiji blinked. She liked that idea. Liked it a lot. The control it gave, the ability to chose, she liked everything about it. Breaking into laughter, she reached around with her other arm and hugged Tohru, careful not to let go of their clasped hands. “That sounds just like her.”

 “That’s what Uo-chan and Hana-chan said too,” Tohru said proudly, wrapping an arm around Momiji. “Though Mom told me the tattoos hurt more than expected and they both spent the week crying.”

 Momiji snorted. “Somehow, that also sounds like her.”

    ii.

A less romantic story, one that Momiji was reluctant to tell Tohru, was how her mother rejected her at a hug. How her mother had gone mad until the only solution was erasing her memories and erasing Momiji’s place in them.

 It was funny, now, that her mother’s touch would no longer transform her. That it was her father instead who turned her into a rabbit. Would her mother have kept her memories if she’d known this would happen? Or would she have seen that as another failure, another mark against her monster of a child?

 Not that it mattered either way. Her mother would never know. Instead, Momiji would wear her dresses and pad her chest and grow out her hair, each change making her look more and more like her mother. It was hard to hide it now; her father wouldn’t let her hang out at the company anymore.

 All that she had left was her name, Momiji, the only link to a family that no longer existed. Maybe she should change. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

    iii.

The school was brimming with life, the school fair bringing students and visitors through each of the classrooms and hallways. It was a dangerous time for a Sohma and Kyo was already hiding on the roof, both scared and angry with the horde that invaded his home. Not that it helped much, considering the mob of cats that swarmed the roof, catching everyone’s eyes.

 At least that made things a little easier for the others. Yuki didn’t have to hide in the back of every classroom even and Haru didn’t have to destroy everyone he bumped shoulders with and Momiji…

 Well, Momiji got to enjoy a date with Tohru. A kinda one-sided date, for now, but a date nonetheless. She bounced forward as she and Tohru strolled through the halls, taking in the other class’s events. “What do you want to see first?”

 “I don’t know.” Tohru smiled happily, her eyes jumping from one door to the next. There was a haunted house, a café, an art gallery—the possibilities were endless. And overwhelming. “They all look so fun! What do you want to do?”

 “Me?” Momiji slowed down her pace till she was walking side by side with Tohru. Her arms hung at her side, her hands barely brushing Tohru’s as they walked. A jolt of electricity ran through her at each touch and she swallowed. “Maybe we could do the haunted house first?”

 “T-t-the h-h-haunted h-h-house?” Tohru stuttered, her expression freezing. Stiffly, she squared her shoulders and marched toward it. “S-s-sure.”

 It was cute. Too cute. Momiji tried not to laugh too much and offered, “If you’re too scared, we can do something else.”

 “N-n-no, I’m f-f-f-fine.” Tohru smiled once more but it came out more a grimace than anything else. She looked like a robot as she moved, her knees and elbows locked into position. “L-let’s g-go.”

 Well, if Tohru was going to be so brave, Momiji couldn’t slack off either. Nodding, she reached out and grabbed Tohru’s hand. No more of that brushing nonsense. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Momiji was certain her ears were turning several different shades of red, but she’d done it.

 She’d grabbed Tohru’s hand. And if Tohru didn’t pull away, was still smiling at her brightly, she could take that as a victory, right?

    iv.

 Momiji washed her hands, letting the cool water soak into her skin. They still burned, even now, hours after Tohru let go, hours after they’d parted.

 Ok, it was about time she’d admitted it. To herself, at least, if to no one else.

 This wasn’t just a crush anymore. No, this was love. Momiji was in love with Tohru.

 She sighed softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the bathroom mirror. After all those months of teasing Yuki and Kyo for being dense, this all felt highly ironic. Momiji wasn’t even sure if she was going to confess to Tohru (sorry for calling you a coward, Kyo) and even worse, there was Akito to deal with.

 Maybe Akito wouldn’t care as much. He’d hated it when Momiji had started transitioning but then it’d became a new cage for him to keep her in, a new barrage of insults to hurt her with. Suddenly, she’d realized just how much harder it was for Kisa and Rin.

 How much harder it would be for her, going forward.

 The cool glass didn’t make it any easier to think and Momiji’s hands were still burning like they’d been seared. Like Tohru was imprinted on them. Maybe she was. Lifting her hands, she stared at them blankly, taking in the small ridges on her knuckles, and the growing thickness of her fingers. The lines on her palm that turned into words, wrapping around her wrist—

 Words.

 Momiji blinked. There were words tattooed on her wrist. Her soulmate marks. She rolled back her sleeves frantically, trying to read the characters engraved on her skin. How had she missed this earlier? Had she bumped into someone at the fair? U-m-e-b-o-s-h-I, it said.

 Umeboshi.

  There was only one person that could mean, only one person whose soulmate words could be that.

“Tohru,” she murmured to her skin, kissing the mark softly. Momiji’s heart leapt to her mouth and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. Her soulmate was Tohru.

 She could fight Akito, if it was for Tohru.

 She could fight anyone, if it was Tohru.

 They were soulmates and Momiji would one day tell their adopted kids, It was a romantic story, a story about two people who stayed together and never forgot anything, even the bad things.

    v.

Or it would have been a romantic tale, if not for Tohru’s extremely puzzled look as Momiji asked her if she’d gotten her soulmate writing. She’d waited as long as she could, waited for class to end, for her bodyguards to go home (Kyo was harder to force away than Yuki), waited for them to finally be alone and sitting at their usual spot on the school step, before asking.

 All in vain, it seemed.

 “My soulmate marks?” Tohru blinked, confused. She glanced around as though to make sure no one else was around. “Me?”

 She’d almost forgotten how dense Tohru was. “Yes.” Momiji nodded eagerly, taking Tohru’s hands into her own. Rubbing her thumb against Tohru’s wrists, she was slightly disappointed the marks hadn’t appeared in the same place, but that was fine. It was rare enough to find one’s soulmate, let alone to find one with an identical mark. Her parents had been lucky. Quieting her mind, Momiji peered up at Tohru’s eyes and asked again, “Have you found any words on you?”

 Tohru frowned, thinking heavily on it. She twisted her lips, her expression growing sterner and sterner with each moment that passed. The moment she turned into a hardboiled detective, she sighed and shook her head. “Not one.”

 “Really?” Momiji’s heart plummeted to her shoes and she almost dropped Tohru’s hands in surprise. Was it possible to have a one-sided soulmate?

 “Yes.” Tohru nodded solemnly. “It would be wonderful to have a soulmate but I’m not sure I have one.” She chuckled sadly. “It might be too wonderful for me to have.”

 And maybe Tohru didn’t have the mark and maybe the umeboshi meant some other kind do-gooder or some guy with an obsession with pickles, but that didn’t matter. Momiji was used to life not going her way. Was used to having to choose her own path.

 Kyoko had made her own soulmate.

 Momiji could do the same.

 “You have a soulmate, Tohru,” Momiji answered softly, leaning closer.

 “I do?” Tohru’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who?”

 “Me.”

 She’d make sure to not tell their kids how awkward their first kiss was, how they’d bumped noses and laughed about it after.

    vi.

“And that’s how your grandmas fell in love,” Mitsuru murmured, ruffling the hair of her son. “It’s a romantic story, isn’t it?”

 Aki bit his cheek, taking it all in. He swayed side to side as he came up with his question. Because there was always a question with him; at four, there was still too many things he didn’t know. Mitsuru knew that, knew that she’d done the same to Momiji and Torhu when she was little, but that didn’t make it any easier.

 After a few minutes, he finally asked, “Granny didn’t have a mark?”

 “Actually…” Mitsuru laughed awkwardly. Leaning closer, she stage-whispered to her son, “It turned out, Grandma Tohru did have a mark.”

 “She did?” His mouth fell open in surprise.

 “Her face looked just like yours when she found out.” Mitsuru nodded. Reaching around, she patted her son on the middle of his back. “Right there. Just where the umeboshi in a onigiri is, that was where her mark was. So of course she didn’t see it herself—Grandma Momiji was the one who spotted it and told her.”

 “Umeboshi?” Aki jumped up and down. “Just like in her stories!”

 Mitsuru nodded. “Yeah, just like in her stories.”

 There was something fitting about that, when all was said and done.

[charnamefic]

Once again, there’s a transcript below the cut.

Halfway down the hill the bundle began to cry: the air-raid siren wail of the newly born. High. Wordless. And old.

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 There was something deeply unfair about being an Earthbound demon, Crawleigh reflected, as he started the 2CV and clunked it down the waterlogged country road. From what he could see, most people, ordinary human people, seemed to do far better than he did when it came to adding to the sum total of human misery.

 He gripped the wheel miserably. Where He’d gone wrong, of course well, of course, He went wrong all the time, it was His job. Where He’d gone particularly wrong was in making Crawleigh human. It subjected you to all kinds of little pressures, no wonder most of them were several coupons short of a toaster, you ended up feeling sorry for them, the poor bastards.

 It wasn’t that he didn’t want to ruin the lives and souls of strangers; it was just that after he’d given them nice cups of tea and homemade cakes, and listened to their problems and helped them balance their cheque books, and got their kittens down from trees, there simply wasn’t the time.

 The road to heaven, he would reflect gloomily, is paved with bad intentions, and resolve to break his ways. Starting, well, tomorrow. Probably.

 He stuck out his chin. Enough of that. No more messing

 about. From now on he was going to be bad. Worse than Michael Jackson. The thought turned his mind to something better in the way of in-car entertainment than the sloshing of the windscreen wipers. The radio would do nothing except crackle in Danish, so he fumbled for a cassette and pushed it into the slot.

 It was The Best of Queen. It always was. Crawleigh suspected that any tape left in a car for more than a fortnight metamorphosed into a Best of Queen album.

 He nearly stopped for a hitchhiker; but at the last moment he remembered the child asleep on the back seat, and sped past the woman hitching by the side of the road, drenching her. Pride and embarrassment struggled within him. Pride won. One of the windscreen wipers was swept away by the rain.

 The tape was bleating about someone who kept Moet and Chandon in a pretty cabinet. Crawleigh, in that dreamlike state that afflicts all car drivers in the pouring rain at night, found himself wondering who Moet and Chandon were.

 And then he wasn’t. Suddenly Freddy Mercury’s voice was talking to Crawleigh.

 WE ARE RELYING ON YOU, it said. DO NOT FAIL US, CRAWLEIGH.

 “No, Lord.”

 NO...WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU AFTER THE ATLANTIS DEBACLE? REMIND US.

 “Half an aeon, O Master of the Nine Hells, partially dismembered, suspended in the flaming cesspits of Abbadon. There were internal stoats in there somewhere as well. And after that l was Earthbound until further notice.”

 YESSSSS. WE TELL YOU THIS, CRAWLEIGH: LISTEN WELL: IF ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL GOES WRONG WITH THIS VENTURE YOU WON’T FIND US ANYWHERE NEARLY SO LENIENT. GOT THAT?

 Crawleigh shook in his seat. He nodded violently.

 GOOD. I see a little silhouetto of a man scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango...

 A hole in the sunroof chose this moment to make its presence felt. The rain dripped onto Crawleigh’s head. He didn’t care. All he had to do tonight was to swap over two babies. What could be simpler than that?

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 The maternity hospital was fairly quiet, if you didn’t count the screams of women in labour.

 Mr Brown knew what his role in the actual physical action of having babies ought to be. He should be pacing the corridors, puffing nervously on his pipe, making small talk with the other fathers. Then a matronly nurse with a twinkling eye would pop her head around the door and say Mister Brown? It’s a boy or a girl, or twins, or something

 and he would hand around the cigars he had bought for the occasion, congratulate Deirdre, and go off and get stinking drunk. He‘d done it twice before, and you soon got the hang of it. It was like shelling peas.

 The No Smoking sign was the first hurdle. Deirdre was the second. Mister Brown blamed Woman’s Hour.

 He felt strongly that it wasn’t his place to sit next to Deirdre and exhort her to breathe. She knew how to breathe. He was pretty sure about that. He had done his bit nine months earlier when a power cut had sent them to bed earlier than planned, and he didn’t see why he needed to go to classes on ‘Constructive coparenting’ at his time of life. And he didn’t see why he had to tell Deirdre to do something she’d been doing for years. And what was he meant to do with the cigars?

 It wasn’t like this in the old days.

 In the old days Deirdre had done little more than bustle around the house arranging flowers, with occasional spurts of shopping thrown in to liven up the day before the Women’s Institute meeting. Then one morning he had come down to breakfast to discover Deirdre in a smock that would have not looked out of place on a Nativity play shepherd, if the actor playing the shepherd was five foot eight and was the kind of Shepherd who had a NUCLEAR POWER NO THANKS badge pinned to the right hand side of his bosom. And there was muesli. Not kippers. Not sausages. Bacon was right out. Bacon was practically the Eighth Deadly Sin. From that day

 forward it had been muesli all the way. And Mrs Brown’s confinement had been mystically transformed into the most joyous and sharing experience that two people can have.

 Well, he hadn’t got anything against joyous sharing experiences. Here’s to joyous sharing experiences. Joyous sharing experiences were all right by him. It just that, as far as he was concerned, Deirdre could have this joyous sharing experience by herself. He’d sidled out of the labour room, and was now huddled by a service entrance puffing at his pipe. He was sheltered from the rain, but not from the cold or the wind.

 He shivered. It happened to them at a certain age. Your father never warned you about it. Suddenly they started ordering their own newspaper, the sort with pages with names like Lifestyle and Options. They started to join things, and did these robotic exercises in pink socks with the feet cut out. They started to blame you for not having had to work for a living for twenty-five years. It was hormones, or something.

 A Citroen 2CV drew up by the dustbins. The young man who got out was wearing a raincoat and carrying a large bundle. He ran across the car park getting wetter with each step. When he reached the service entrance Mr Brown said, “You’ve left your lights on.”

 “Damn. It’s supposed to have this thing that bleeps. Here, hold this.” He thrust the bundle into Mr Brown’s arms and dashed back across the car park to wrestle with the car's

 door and lighting system. Mr Brown was surprised to find that the bundle seemed to be a small carrycot, with a cover over it.

 From the weight there was a baby in the carrycot. Strange, thought Mr Brown, most people take babies away from Maternity Hospitals...

 “Thanks,” said the young man in the raincoat, who was by now soaked through. He took back the bundle and winked. “Is it happening yet?” he asked.

 Deep in the leather armchair of his soul Mr Brown felt vaguely proud to be so instantly recognisable as a parent.

 “Yes,” he admitted, “She’s in labour, if that’s what you mean.

 “Already? Any idea how long we’ve got to go?”

 We? Obviously a Doctor With ideas about coparenting. “Not long now,” said Mister Brown, “She was, uh, doing it when I had to pop out...” He gestured vaguely with his pipe to indicate pressing calls of nature.

 “Shaitan! Now? Why didn’t you say so?” Crawleigh shouldered his burden of waterproofed carrycot and headed for the green swing door. “Oh blast I’ve forgotten. What room’s she in?”

 “Room Three,” said Mr Brown “It’s at the top of the stairs.” He fumbled in his pocket for the packet. “Would you like to share a cigar experience?” he called, but Crawleigh was already running through the doors. Mr Brown sighed,

 and put the cigars away. Then he returned to his pipe.

 It had gone out.

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 If you have ever watched a slick stage magician perform a three-card trick, or been hustled by a respectable gentleman with a pea and three shells, you will know the ease and dizzying slickness with which three similar objects can be swapped, exchanged and transferred from place to place, so that you lose any knowledge of which was where to start with.

 This was nothing like that, although the principle is sort of the same.

 Watch carefully. We will stop the action:

 Mrs Brown is giving birth in Maternity Room Three. She is having a dark-haired male baby we will call baby A.

 The wife of the American Ambassador, Mrs Harriet Dowling, is giving birth in Maternity Room Four. She is having a dark-haired male baby we will call baby B.

 Nurse Hodges is a devout Satanist. As a child she went to Sabbat School regular as prunes, and although she won several black stars for things like handwriting and liver she was never particularly bright. She is being handed a dark-haired male baby we will call The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is

 called Dragon, Prince of this World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan and Lord of Darkness.

 There. Got it? Ok, roll ‘em:

 “Is that him?” said Nurse Hodges, staring at the baby. “Only I’d expected maybe funny eyes. Or teensyweensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.” She turned him round as she spoke. No horns either. The devil’s child looked ominously normal.

 “Yes, it’s him,” sighed Crawleigh.

 “Well, I knew it must be, what with you saying he was and all. Coo. Fancy. Me holding the Antichrist. Me bathing the Antichrist. Wiping his little botty and tickling his little toesywoeses...”

 She appeared quite carried away, and was now addressing the child. Crawleigh waved a hand in front of her face. “Hello? Nurse Hodges?”

 “Sorry, sir. He is a little sweetheart. Do you think he looks like his dad? I bet he does. I bet he looks like his daddywaddykins...”

 Crawleigh sighed. “She’s in maternity room three, and she may already have had the baby. Be on standby I want the exchange made as soon as is possible. Got it?”

 “OOO’s a widdledumpydumpywumpyden? OOOOOOOOOO’s a widdlerumpypumpydumpyden? Room three is it, sir? Righty-ho.”

[okietrish]

Second Sun: pt. 1~ Greta Van Fleet

Hey guys! This is my first time writing anything like this. I’m a massive fan of Greta and have been pissed to find that there is no fan fiction anywhere!!!! So I took matters into my own hands. Feed back would be wonderful. I’ll take requests, all that Jazz, whatever y’all want I’m willing to give it a shot. Alright. Y’all enjoy this first part.

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Your mind isn’t a place that comes without chaos. It’s cloudy at times and riddled with worrisome thoughts and essentric dreams that spiral you into realizing that you’re not conventional in the least. This isn’t a new realization by any means, its obvious to you that your brain doesn’t function habitually. When you were younger you didn’t find yourself speaking your mind all that much due to anxiety, but you craved being heard, being noticed, being a person... that’s where writing came into play. It started off with poems, ridiculous journals that are so ‘edgy’ from when you were 12. It actually was “just a faze,” thank god, which made your mother happy...

Gradually through time and experience and aggressively going through far too many notebooks, your writing got far better, more natural for you, which lead to the true love of your life, music.

Music is constantly playing through your head, evident right now as you’re standing in line at Spill’n The Beans, hands down the best coffee shop due to the name alone. The people surrounding you look on curiously, unbeknownst to you, as you perform a detailed toe tapping/air drumming combo to the beat of You Shook Me by Zeppelin. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded this morning. Quiet, secluded, enough space around you to allow all of the thoughts and ideas to flow easily without the stress of other people to suffocate your mind. When you approach the front of the line you take your head phones out and get greeted by the warm, nostalgic smile of your best friend.

“Y/N, I’ve never been so happy to see your sexy self”

“My god Syd I saw you at home 40 minutes ago, miss me already?” You laughed at her look of betrayal knowing you’re in for a dramatic performance.

“Y/N Y/L/N I barely see you anymore and we live together. It’s all music now a days!” Her arms are on her hips now, mothering you like always. She complains of it, but you know deep down she loves to look after you.

You looked behind you making sure no one was in line waiting as she continued in a voice that was suppose to mock your own.

“‘Sorry love I have to practice bass.’ ’sorry Syd I have this tune stuck in my head and I need to go write’ ‘sorry Syd I’m just too fucking rock and roll to hang out with you and binge watch Harry Styles compilations anymore!’”

You looked at her for a moment, a smirk rising to your lips as your snorted a bit at your chaotic friend.

“Are you done?” You asked laughing.

“Yes, but I do miss you.” She said as she began making the same ice coffee combo you get every morning on your way to work, black cold brew with one pump of vanilla. A bitter sweet combo to kickstart your mind.

“I miss you too.” You spoke over the coffee machine. You did feel bad about not spending as much time with her as you wanted to.

“I get off tonight at 6, wanna have a movie night?” You offered.

Syd poked her head above the machine, her eyes crinkled, evident that she was grinning ear to ear.

“Nah I’m good.” She said smugly and ducked back down. If you rolled your eyes any harder they would be stuck.

“Got fuck your self, pick up snacks on your way home, I’ll grab McDonald’s. Lets have a date.” She handed you your coffee with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan. See you later sis.” She flipped you off as you walked out. It was a routine, a sign of love and endeaarance put into place god only knows how long ago.

Your drive to work was nothing abnormal. Songs shuffled and inspiration flew through your veins. Today you felt good. Hopefully it stayed like that, you thought.

You pulled up to Jackknife Records at 8:20am, 10 minutes early for your shift, per usual. Grabbing all of your belongings out of your car you made your way inside, immediately being greeted by your boss and owner of the store Rob.

“Morning Y/N!” His lanky arm waved happily towards you.

“Rob, my man, any cool drop offs last night?” You say making your way behind the counter to set down your stuff.

“There’s an old beat up Beatles White Album back there. She looks like she was used and loved, it’s still in great condition. It’s on my desk waiting for you.”

You always had this routine with Rob. If anyone dropped off some cool vinyls, or any odd ball things he thought you would enjoy he saved them for you in his office. You never asked him to, he just noticed you always bought records from the store so he quickly developed an idea for your taste. Which wasn’t really anything specific, if it had a good vibe you loved it. Good music is good music no genre or decade could put a box around it.

“You’re the best!”

You began your usual routine as Rob opened up the store. Stacking records, scanning and placing tags, the mundane things that brought the record store to life.

It was a slow day, seeing as it was Saturday morning and everyone was likely hungover from the night before. Days like this are your favorite, though you do enjoy busy days where you get to help people figure out their taste and what they want, or need, in their life musically, but days like this meant that you could listen to music and write.

Rob knew you got your work done through and through, so he was never bothered by you writing on the job or playing music for everyone to hear, occasionally even bringing your bass to work and playing in the corner. He knew you were a good worker and if anyone came in you’d take care of them. This place was like your home, had been for 2 years now since Rob offered you a job. He is an old family friend, went to high school with your dad way back in the day. So when you moved out to LA for school you dad made a phone call to Rob and he took you under his wing.

You helped out a few customers here and there, tidied up some more, but mostly all you did was listen to different music and sing along.

It was around noon now, so you began stocking some cd’s while Rob was behind the counter. Occasionally Rob would throw in a request here and there and take the store’s music into his own hands, which is why Whose Loving You by The Jackson 5 began playing over the speakers.

“Rob what the hell?” You laughed at him. You knew he put this on knowing it’s your go-to karaoke song. He does it at least once a week.

“Oh hush, no one is in here. Sing your heart out kiddo.” He joking dismissed you with his hand. You laughed at his ‘dad’ antics.

You continued stocking cd’s when your voice came in perfectly, the first run was second nature at this point.

“When I had you” you were being dramatic now, hand movements, extra ear plugging motions pretending like you were Christina Aguilera to be funny. Rob was laughing to himself as he walked into the back room. You continued, not even realizing he left.

“I treated you bad

And wrong, my dear

And girl since

Since you went away”

You were back to stocking CD’s when the hook came around, singing effortlessly, but eloquently.

“Don't you know I

Sit around

With my head hangin' down

And I wonder

Who's lovin' you”

You sang through the song, not even thinking about the notes at this point. This song was constantly on loop in your brain since your dad showed it too you some 15 years ago. You were within yourself in those moments. Oblivious to all around you other than your voice, the song, and the robotic motions of CD’s organization. The bell ringing on the front door didn’t register to you as you went about singing. It wasn’t until the song ended and another one came on that you didn’t recognize that you looked up and noticed four guys, around your age, looking at you curiously. They were still standing by the front door, seemingly frozen in their place as they looked on completely infatuated with the sight in front of them. You. The tall one with long brown hair down to his collar bones with a jean shirt on began clapping for you, thoroughly impressed. You became flustered immediately going into apologetic mode, per usual.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I didn’t even hear you come in.” You paused looking at them expectantly for you don’t know what, but they just continued looking at you, smiling.

You began again,

“Sorry umm... feel free to look around. Sorry for singing so loud... let me know if you have any questions.”

You walked back to behind the counter to switch the music again. You hooked up your phone and just pressed shuffle, trying to find something catchy, but mostly something to smooth out your nerves at the moment.

You felt a presence in front of you, looking up you discovered it was the guy who clapped before, his friends scattered about the store.

“Hey! Your voice is sick. Sorry we interrupted your personal concert.” His fingers were tapping on the counter as he looked at you. It seemed more like a habit to him, not necessarily a motion of impatience or anything like that. He was kind, immediately you picked up on that, his smile was endearing.

“Oh thanks! And don’t worry about it, I was just bored.” You smiled back. This seemed to guide him into the conversation.

“Cool store by the way. You seem to have a pretty legit collection. My brother’s, my friend and I were just walking past and just had to come in. The music guided us, ya know?”

You laughed a bit at his relaxed nature, seemingly mirroring your own. You haven’t met many people like that.

“I feel that, music can guide you anywhere. Most of the time it’s where you need to go most.” You said as matter of fact.

He put his hand up for a high five, which you granted, “Hell yeah. I’m Sam by the way.”

He stuck his hand out towards you again, this time for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Y/N.” You chuckled as you shook his hand. He turned towards the other guys and released your hand.

“Hey, losers, come here really quick.”

He turned back to you and smiled before turned to the guys again. He stepped to the side so they could see you.

“This right here is Y/N she is dope, so far, and has a sick voice and clearly good music taste because look at that Bo Diddley shirt. I need that shit. I mean... Come on! We’re best friends now.” He smiled at you with a cheesy look.

They boys and you laughed at Sam’s antics, it was obvious that they were beyond use to the ridiculousness of Sam’s personality by now.

You quickly said, “Hey!” to all of them and they introduced themselves to you.

The tall one, about Sam’s height, walked up to you first. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very delicate floral design on it partnered with black shorts that hit just above his knee. His Birkenstock’s were well worn it, but in decent shape. He looked relaxed and childish in a way, a trusting face. Someone you could tell everything to, very trusting.

“Hey Y/N, I’m Danny. Nice to meet you! Love the shirt.” His smile was contagious. A kind soul. You smiled, your mouth opening to reply before someone spoke up.

“Your outfit in total is just suburb. The shirt, the high waisted shorts, the Birkenstock’s. Fantastic. I’m Josh by the way.” You were overwhelmed but not frightened in the least by his quick words. He seemed friendly as well, he spoke with his hands, twisting them, retailing every syllable with a flick of a finger. Very unique. That uniqueness ran through to his outfit. Short red shorts, a black flowing shirt decorated with layered necklaces with different details on each.

You smiled in your reply, “you’re very kind, also where the hell did you get your shoes, I love them.” They were small, black Toms looking shoes.

Josh smiles at you sweetly, even more in tuned with the conversation, which you didn’t think was possible, “Well you see, they are 100% recycled material. You can wash them and they have a lifetime warranty. I can give you the website, love them!” All the boys seemed to laugh at Josh’s enthusiasm.

The unnamed one speaking up, “Oh please don’t get him started on those damn shoes!” He laughed while stroking his bottom lip with his right thumb and pointer finger. “I’m Jake by the way. Lovely to meet you.”

Jake was intriguing to you. He carried himself differently than the other boys, as far as you could tell. Still kind and light hearted, more monotoned. He work black skinny jeans, brown boots and a grey t-shirt topped with a brown floppy hat.

You smiled at all of the boys.

“You guys seems cool. What brings you down here?” You move so you’re sitting on the counter, having a feeling you will be talking for a while.

Josh spoke up first, “We’re recording some songs at the moment, trying to get to an album, but we got stuck. So we decided to get some inspiration out here.”

The way he spoke was captivating, confident in a way that captured everyone’s attention. You were fascinated.

“LA is inspirational if you allow it to be. Are you guys all in a band?”

They all nodded their heads yes.

“Alright who does what? Wait can I guess?!” You we’re excited.

“Hell yeah go for it.” Sam said. They all stood in a line, it looked as if they were in a police line up, you giggled but stared at them intently.

“Alright... Danny, you’re the drummer.”

“Fuck you’re good!” Danny said laughing and stepping out of line walking over to you giving you a high five.

“It’s the arms my man, dead give away.” You smiled at him and continued. “Sam... singer? No. No. No. guitar?” You questioned. Crossing your arms, looking far to serious for this situation.

“Ha! No! I’m bass and keys baby!” He then played air piano aggressively and walked over to stand with Danny.

You laughed and continued.

“Josh, you’re obviously the singer.” You said with false confidence.

“Woah!” Josh was shocked. “What’s so obvious about it!?”

“My friend, you annunciate your words eloquently, so it was a good guess.” You said smiling at the curly haired man.

“Touché Y/N. Touché.” He walked towards the other boys while staring you down jokingly.

You hopped off the counter walking towards Jake. Jokingly inspecting him you walked around him pretending to judge him harshly.

“Hmmmm... Jake Jake Jake.” You stopped standing in front of him, looking up into his eyes. You were taken aback a bit by his steady glare, a smirk appeared on his face.

“You, darling, are a guitar player.”

He smiled at you, “oh yeah?”

You walked away jokingly confident, “yes of course, your hands are calloused to all hell.”

Sam jumped towards you throwing his arm around you, “Damn Y/N 3/4 ain’t bad at all!”

They all laughed along. You realized you knew what they all played, but no idea what band they were in.

“Wait, what’s the name of the band. Maybe I have heard of you!” You looked at Sam expectingly.

“Greta Van Fleet.” He said nodding his head down firmly, seemingly proud.

“What kind of music do y’all play?”

“Give me your phone I’ll show you!”

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it and handing it to Sam. He immediately opened Spotify. While Sam was looking them up Josh looked like he got an idea.

“Y/N you should come by tonight! We’re having a bonfire, it’ll be fun!”

You go to reply but the sound of a guitar blaring through the speakers interrupts your train of thought. You’re instantly taken aback by the music. Immediately feeling your body bounce with the beat, you begin to press your fingers on your right hand to your thumb. An anxiety coping mechanism that centers your focus onto one thing. It’s a habit of yours.

The boys look at you curiously again, but you don’t notice.

Jake smiled and explained, “This is Black Smoke Rising.”

You agknowledge him with a smile and a head nod. Far too into the music to reply. This always happens to you, your ear for music goes beyond the lyrics and main instruments. You’re a song writer through and through, you connect with songs in a euphoric way, and uncontrollable reaction.

The song comes to an end. The boys look at you, waiting for your response. You stared at all of them, taking your time looking at each and every one of them for a moment.

“Guys, that was absolutely sick. That’s just... Sam give me my phone.”

He immediately handed it over to you.

You quickly save their music to your library and follow the band.

“We have a new fan!” Josh says with a smile as wide as his face. He continues, “so will you come tonight? Please?” He batts his eyes at you pleading.

You hesitate, “I would love to, but I have plans with my best friend Syd tonight. I can’t bail.”

All the boys looked at you, evidently bummed by your answer. Jake is the one who spoke up.

“See if she wants to come! If not, that’s fine. Here, put your number in my phone. I’ll text you the details.” He handed you his phone. As you typed in your number you said hopefully,

“Perfect! I’ll see what I can do!” You smile at all of them, Jake opened his mouth to say something when the front door bell rang followed by a group of teenagers coming in the store. You looked over seeing that the group was looking a little lost.

“Well boys, it was lovely to meet you, but I do have to get some work done. I get off at 6 tonight, so I’ll let you know if I can make it!”

The guys looked at you with big smiles filled with excitement.

“Wonderful!” Sam said clapping his hands together. “Just let us know!” He smiles and have me a side hug before walking towards to door. Josh said goodbye to me next with a hug and an excited clap of his hands, leaving with a wink causing you to laugh. Danny walked over to you and gave you a sweet side hug, “Hope you can make it tonight Y/N!” He waved to you while he walked away.

You smiled and waved as he walked out the door, chasing after the other boys who were out of the store by now. Your eyes fell to Jake who looked at you with an amused face.

“What?” You looked at him and giggled.

“You’re just...” He shook his head and smiled at the ground before continuing, “I hope you come tonight Y/N.” He took a step towards you and stopped, shuffling his feet, debating something, before walking towards the door. He stopped and looked back at you, “I’ll text you, alright?” You nodded your head towards him and waved goodbye before he walked out the door.

You went back to work, helping the other customers in the store before finishing your cd stocking. Rob came back out from his office and sent you on your much needed lunch break.

You made your way to the back room with your lunch box in hand, a nervous smile spreading on your lips while you pulled out your phone quickly typing in Syd’s contact to shoot her a text.

Y/N: Soooooo... How do you feel about going to a bonfire tonight instead a movie night🤗

Syd: Y/N. I don’t like people. You know this.

Y/N: Yes, but I will still buy you McDonalds, and there will be cute boys👏🏻

Syd: I mean... you had me with the nuggets, but boys help. You owe me. 🖕🏻

Y/N: 🖕🏻❤️

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THANK YOU FOR READING!

SHOOT ME SOME FEEDBACK LOVES!

-Trish

[fortheheavenssake]

PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 16

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

101: Oct 29

MM ANON ……🎼” I think I’m turning Japanese “🎼…… japmeg?……… Mike&Harry cheer a win. …… “ Mike gets on with everyone old thing”……… “ bloody whingeing” …“ the balcony’s a problem Philip” …… “The sooner the better”……… “ Harry, we have a problem”!!…… “ A distraction would be useful”…… “ Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness”…… no Wig-gle

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANOM🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

I just had my flushot guys, l had them do it in my left arm so my right one would be hopefully good. It’s so awesome that our Public Health Nurses come and do them in the home for individuals like me! I am truly great full.

October 29/2019 1400 hrs CST

🎼” I think I’m turning Japanese “🎼 japmeg?

The Vapors song, Turning Japanese, the song lyrics are all about a couple, one has gone away and the other is obsessed with their photo to the photo they wish a doctor to take a picture of their loved one from the inside so they can see inside them as well. This reminds me of all the research done on Prince Harry to manipulate him. The chorus turning Japanese, to me , makes no sense. However, when asked, here is their explanation, that it is a love song about someone who lost their girlfriend and was going slowly crazy. Lead singer Dave Fenton said: “Turning Japanese is all the clichés about angst and youth and turning into something you didn’t expect to.“From VH-1 Special l know neither madam nor Harry love each other. This is a dysfunctional song about a dysfunctional relationship and the World Rugby Cup taking place in Japan. We Know Harry is going, oh my, is madam going to try and crash this???😘����😫😫😫😩😩😩

Japmeg?

In addition to my other cheeky comments on this name there are a lot of references to this online. Near as l can figure out its some kind of music and or musician but definitely NOT madam! Is she going to just show up, gate crasher or demand to go to Japan with Harry?

Mike&Harry cheer a win. “ Mike gets on with everyone old thing”

We know Mike and Zara Tindall are already in Japan , Harry s cousin and her husband. Mike used to play rugby, perhaps you noticed the shape of his nose? It’s either a hockey 🏒 nose or a rugby 🏉 nose 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. They are going, l assume , to enjoy the finals game with Harry, as Harry is also headed off to 🇯🇵 Japan for it! Should be awesome for them. As long as japmeg robot does not gate crasher, to use her favourite word!! Mike Tindall is so congenial, in case madam does show up, he will distract her and talk over her. If nothing else, his size, if he is sat between them 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂☺️🤣.

“ bloody whingeing”

Non-stop requests, demands, shows put on, complaining how tough her life is. The unmitigated gall, to film a poor me, nobody asks how l am, when hours, days , places she has just visited been many rapes and murders, people struggle to eel out growth and an existence. If you believe NOTHING OF THE PLOT , surely upon seeing this, you must say, how insular and narcissistic is she. If you do not, then l have pity for you and call you sugar.

“ the balcony’s a problem Philip”

If perchance, madam stays in the UK and attends Remembrance Services,there is a balcony appearance, HMTQ, is talking with PP on how best deal with this. I think her being so shut out at TTC she wouldn’t want near that balcony ever again, but this is a woman with no shame out to revenge and spoil every event!

“The sooner the better”

Awaiting details on Brexit and having those issues put to bed cannot come fast enough, the sooner the better! Once the country is secure, l truly believe HMTQ as she has always done, has put the people’s needs first. Then she will be freed up to press the buzzer on madam!

“ Harry, we have a problem”!!

I wonder if this is LG or someone else telling him that madam has made a scene and is insisting upon going to Japan with him. I can only imagine how furious Harry would be! Good thing Zara and Mike will be there. No solo trip , time away, she again forces herself into something he enjoys and does everything in her power to ruin everything for him.

“ A distraction would be useful”

Who needs a distraction, HARRY DOES, FROM MADAM!! Reading the previous clues, it’s sounding like she is headed for Japan as well, l hope l am completely 100% wrong on this riddle! But Harry does need a distraction, sounds like plans for a Japan to be it have soiled, but hopefully they can get something planned for him! Without her finding out!!!!

“ Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness”

How well l know this phrase, permit me, the entire is so beautiful ,

Wear out Thy youth with shapeless idleness,But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein, Even as I would when I to love begin. … Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee. This is from the Bards , (Shakespeare) The Two Gentlemen of Verona, a much rarer choice MM ANON 👏. We wear out the health, time , love, when we are young, so much time wasted. I am melancholy with the years of lives madam has wasted, for our royal family, and everyone she has encountered, especially our Harry. But one can only thrive in true genuine love, not in lust, manipulated marriage, there has been no thriving for Harry, his family, none of us who care at all.

no Wig-gle

Madam always sports a wig, they vary in colour, shape, size, style and length. The mother of all wigs, meaning a whopper of one, she wore to the OYW opening, in the purple feauxmegnancy maternity dress. That wig was as though she was hiding inside it and l think she meant to, not knowing what her reception would be. I think we have YET to her her without her wearing a wig, or walking without her sassy wiggle, although sometimes she greatly exaggerates it.

My first thought when l read this was The Wiggles, hugely popular with the very young set, like Prince Louis’ age, costumes, music etc etc all very colourful and fun! They have been around forever, they have changed members, etc but air on. Tv channels and tour for live appearances. I don’t know if this is any of what you meant MM ANON but it took me back for some nice memories

Another possible is no wiggle room, meaning something is so tight , needs to be done perfectly at the perfect time to succeed. This is true, why l believe HMTQ has put the brakes on dealing fully with madam.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 29/2019 1500 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG…..yes, Mike was a rugby player….he had his nose repaired…he is looking good…it’s going to be interesting…when is the article coming about her going to Japan? 3-2-1….much appreciated PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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102: Oct 30

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON #102 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … 🎼”Saturday,Saturday,”🎼……” At the going down of the sun”……… ( Charity’s play shorts/long)…… SS Hedge it. ……… inside, deal or no deal…… 🎼”it’s quarter to three”🎼……… “EXISTING!! ‘boy is she f****living”…… “ “strip away the tears ‘and you have a heart of granite,ma’am”……… “ ones listening Mr Bond”…… “ Listen dip$h!t PR is everything!! EVERYTHING!!…… silent movie.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

This is riddle interpretation number 102 for me, l celebrated the 100th riddle interpretation onOctober 28/2019 !

October 30/2019 1250 hrs CST

🎼”Saturday,Saturday,”🎼

This takes me away back! Saturday nights all right for fighting by Sir Elton John. I recently read he had to cancel some appearances, l do hope he recovers. This song is about, as young adults, the ultimate night of the week! Going out, drinking, dancing, fights of all sorts exacerbated by alcohol and other substances. The Rugby World Cup is this Saturday in Japan, check your time zone for match time! England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 is matched South Africa 🇿🇦. Zara and Mike Tindall, HES a rugby veteran, Peter Phillips, her brother and Prince Harry are all due to attend! Great fun! In yesterday’s riddle there were hints, l hate to say this but l fear this clue is telling us of not the drunken weekend game type of fistfight, but her gate crashing and forcing herself into the mix, totally again destroying anything Harry finds join in. I pray l am wrong!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

At the going down of the sun”

This is a line from the classic work , “For The Fallen” by Laurence Binyon. This is so often read during and around Remembrance Day, in the U.K. and the various services. It is on Remembrance Sunday, November 10/2019 🇬🇧 There is of course “In Flanders Field” also by John McRae, here in Canada . We are all called to remember the fallen and the veterans and their loved ones, Remembrance Day in Canada 🇨🇦 on November 11/2019.

We all signify our remembering by wearing the poppy put out by the legion. My father, who had trained for the medical corps during WWII saiid, the poppies often are lost, they slip off the coat easily, you look down and oh, my poppies gone. He used to say, that’s in remembering how quickly soldiers lost their mates , they were together fighting and in a moment they look and their fellow soldier was dead or mortally wounded. I implore each of you to take time out in Remembrance of what was given for all of our freedoms we take so incredibly for granted.

( Charity’s play shorts/long)

At this time of year, very common in Scotland and l am certain the U.K. as a whole, are pantos. Pantomime stage programs

This link is extremely helpful. https://www.tripsavvy.com/what-is-pantomime-or-panto-1661664

I remember one of the times l was in Scotland, there were signs everywhere for ceilidhs and pantos. I have had the pleasure of being at several of each. Ceilidhs , for those who don’t know is pronounced Kay-Lee, is wonderful dances with live authentic music, the Canadian Reel and many other group dances are soooo funny. At Balmoral they have the Ghilly’s ball. So much fun, of course l was NOT at that ceilidh😫😫😩😩. I do know, the pantos did raise money for charity.

Alas l truly believe MM ANON is referring more to the games the Sussex Foundation aka ‘charity’ is allegedly playing. Foundations as with any company, or person even has short term plans and long term plans. The short term of the foundation is to set it up, set a board of directors and be allegedly proper. The long term game, is ,only, money, money,money allegedly etc etc etc! This is where the financial law enforcements and forensic accountants can come in, if anything untoward occurs. They can check and any good forensic accountant worth their salt, can tell quite quickly that something is very off!

SS Hedge it.

Hedge can be funds to invest in, if you’re lucky, you can make scads of money. This is madams PR firm, Sunshine Sachs, such an oxymoron, I see the ☀️, beautiful, and PR in this case is NOT!

You can hedge your bets, it means you try something and there is more likely to be successful than not. So they are using PR because more likely than not it’s going to be effective!

inside, deal or no deal

Madam was a suitcase girl on the American, hosted by Canadian Howie Mendel, game show. I don’t know what her suitcase number was or if they switched them around. I do know, the ladies were dressed so slutty! Inside deal, like insider trading means you have access or come upon information that should have been kept confidential, and you use it to your favour. I am sure madam learned some pillow talk initially on the booty call. However, this makes me think, someone has sold her out and made a deal with LG or whichever part of his team is applicable.

There is an interview of a woman who arranged for the girls to be a golf caddy for charity. They were asking her about madam, she was talking very fast but she DEFINITELY said madam was a mother!

🎼”it’s quarter to three”🎼

This is Ol Blue Eyes, Mr Frank Sinatra, One For My Baby and One More For The Road. A fellow drinking his sorrows, past ladt call, the bar is empty but he’s still drinking telling his woe to the bartender. He has found himself a wordsmith, telling his tale and wanting the night not to but eventually will come to a close. This is a massive metaphor for a chapter in life closing and a new chapter, or perhaps even a new 📚, Opening!!! I hope and pray, Harry has sought comfort with his family, drinks with his mates, drinking to the end of this chapel of horrors and welcoming the new!! 🍻 Cheers Harry, all the best for 2020 untethered by this evil🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“EXISTING!! ‘boy is she f****living”

Oh yes, back to the poor me ITV video, waxing non-poetic🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 done by madam. She has received sympathy from the most bizarre places. The letter from Female MP’S of Parliament yesterday on the surface was shocking! LG you are f*******brilliant!! You’re so many steps ahead of her and she still thinks she in the win. ESPECIALLY, yesterday, after that unsigned, list of names was sent to Clarence House😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, she was a cock on a walk preening her feathers, l have NO DOUBT! To have the gall to compare her life to exist and poor me, whilst standing on African soil, boggles the mind! Again,l say to those who don’t believe in a plot, just think, if HMTQ had done that? Imagine ANY OTHER SENIOR ROYAL!!!

She’s lining high on the hog, as farmers say, not lost for hobbies, fashion etc etc.

“strip away the tears ‘and you have a heart of granite,ma’am”

LG describing, what HMTQ already know, but just commenting on the heart of stone madam has. To have a heart of stone, means it’s cold, unfeeling, doesn’t work right as in the emotional function of the heart. She is the most well back narcissist, this is very very serious and has been for quite some time! She has cold eyes, cold heart, she is evil manifest.

“ ones listening Mr Bond”

Angela Kelly, HMTQ dresser and shoe worker inner😂😂🤣, has written a book, out today, l want it! She obviously has the approval of HMTQ and the book contains lovely information , is being serialized in the UK Hello, l hope the Canadian Hello has some! I LOVED LOVED LOVED, HMTQ appearance in the 2012 Olympic video with Daniel Craig as 007. This story is told in the book. I so wish l had it right now! HMTQ ROCKS!!!

I wonder if she, knowing has a cheeky sense of humour, has greeted LG in this fashion!! I would LOVE to be a fly on the wall! Not for secret information, but watching their interactions!

everything!! EVERYTHING!! PR is everything!! EVERYTHING!!

Madam is speaking to one of her many PR people. No proper manners, respectful treatment, nothing NOTHING matters to EXCEPT ATTENTION AND DESTROYING HARRY AND HIS FAMILY! Her backers intention is to breakdown HMTQ and the Monarchy! So PR PR PR LIES LIES LIES LIES 🤥 🤥 🤥!! There used to be an old saying, any press is good press as long as they spell your name right! The inherent narcissist that she is sweetly plays with the 3vil agenda because SHE WILL NOT 🛑 ✋ STOP! SHE WILL NEVER STOP WITH THE LIES! My favourite today, was Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, given her supportive words to get through these hard press lies and attacks, that NEVER HAPPENED! BP made it clear, all issues with family are private! The press has only been telling a small part of the truth, they have lots more but have been holding back, l haven’t heard of any formal embargo. She and her team have been the ones constantly printing lies lies lies! Remember, if her name is first, ITS HER PR! If it’s about family private issues, ITS HER PR!

silent movie.

Sex video, no audio, many of them. Case closed! We know they exist, l have never and would never watch the filth l have been told exists in her past deeds. No kooky piano playing in the movie theatre as the classic silent films of days gone by.

October 30/2019 1410 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! I love seeing your personality shining through…adds so much! Much appreciated…..102! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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103: Oct 31

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻👻👻🎃PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🎃👻👻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON ……… RS Halloween ……… a balcony too far…… 🎼72 green bottles walking through the Halls”🎼…… lobbing a constitutional embarrassment …… “What!!! colonial racism , bloody stupid tart”………… “ it’s the popular consensus Ma’am”…… “ and I thought Di was a manipulator “…… “Where IS she living Philip”?……” I’m coming, and that’s that!!”…… “ O $h!t, Harry’s just txt me”…… 👻👹🦄🦎👶🧣🧣🤫

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MY DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

👻 🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻

October 31/2019 1415 hrs CST RIDDLE NUMBER 103

RS Halloween

Is this Runescape Halloween?? Online gaming?? l know zillions play online games. Is there a contest between some of the adult royals? I think that would be so fun! Is there a Royal Society of Halloween 🎃?🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣👻👻👻🎃🎃🎃 l am going to stick with William and Catherine madly having fun gaming when the wee ones are in bed. Fun times, great distraction from all the stress!!!

a balcony too far

The issue of the royal balcony, historically, they have been fabulous and everyone took their place as their royal status dictated. There was never ever a jostle for power in something so visual in my recollection. TTC balcony was so incredibly obvious that HMTQ had her back, front, side, all around her she was guarded from any contact with madam. Harry put her in her place by twice telling her to turn around as she tried to yammer at him whilst God Save The Queen, was being played. I still am furious how she slapped Harry’s leg in the carriage. So now we have upcoming Remembrance Sunday and other services, will she attend? Spoil things? Try to spoil things? Dress incredibly inappropriately? If she does indeed attend, will she be on the balcony? I read last night that the Royal family have united and will let her stand alone on the balcony like some autocratic leader soaking up attention from the crowd. Now that would never happen, HMTQ is far too reverent for that. There will be a real show if madam attends and is on the balcony. I await and see what the coming days will bring. I soooooo want to wake up one day, open my iPad to headlines filled with justice and details of filth let loose by all the media!!

🎼72 green bottles walking through the Halls”🎼

Is this the equivalent of 99 bottles of beer on the wall, and you sing it 98 more times until you get to the last bottle. My mum did not like the alcohol reference, we sang coke or Pepsi, love my mum, miss her madly💜💜💜💜😢💜💜💜💜. Sounds like madam is up to her hobbies big time. Rumours rampant, though nothing official from BP, that the split has already happened between madam and “H”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, titles stripped and cash flow tap turned off. Believe what you will. Time will tell. I await a brief from BP.

lobbing a constitutional embarrassment

Lobbing, let’s review the meaning wiki , 1 : to let hang heavily : droop. 2 : to throw, hit, or propel easily or in a high arc. 3 : to direct (something such as a question or comment) so as to elicit a response. I think the last definition applies. The letter from 72 female members of Parliament sent a letter of solidarity to madam, sent to Clarence House, even though the Sussexes offices are at BP. The letter states “ Stories and headlines had sometimes “sought to cast aspersions about your character, without any good reason as far AS WE CAN SEE” the letter added “Even more concerning still, we are calling out what can only be described. as outdated, colonial undertones to some of these stories,“ the MPs continued, adding that this could not “be allowed to go unchallenged.”

Why? Names listed, no signatures, not even their electronic signatures. At whose behest was this done? LG brilliantly moving the chess pieces, always a few steps ahead of madam et al, et al means and others. I just realized l use et al, a lot and never explained to those who may not know the Latin. Or is this yet another attack on HMTQ and the a Monarchy? So many questions, everyone furious and stressed to the maximum, between Brexit, politics in the U.K. and the massively hated madams behaviour!

“What!!! colonial racism , bloody stupid tart”

Prince Philip is NOT amused by Holly Lynch, Labour Party MP taking the p*** out of HMTQ by sending that letter to Clarence House. It seems the is the head or charge of it as madam chose allegedly, to ring her from BP to thank her for all the support! Again l am taken back to when Sally Field won the Academy Award, onstage accepting her award, childlike crying voice”THEY LOVE ME, THEY REALLY LOVE ME” flipping narcissist that madam is. Pathetic and hilarious 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣😂😂. She thinks she has one up on the Crown 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

“ it’s the popular consensus Ma’am”

EVERYONE HATES MADAM!!! The polite British demeanour has not been pushed to the point of throwing rotten eggs 🥚 or tomatoes 🍅 YET! LG is telling HMTQ, the public general consensus or wishes are for madam to go! Titles stripped, money cut off and sent home!!! Justice will take its part in the future.

“ and I thought Di was a manipulator ““Where IS she living Philip”?

HMTQ and PP chatting, l picture them in lovely relaxed evening clothes, fire roaring, 🔥cocktails 🍸 ,📺 tv on and chatting. PP commenting his opinion about Diana, the People’s Princess . Then HMTQ is voicing what we ALL WANT TO KNOW!!!! Where has that hideous woman, who by the way comes with her own Halloween costumes daily with her sartorial(fashion) 👻 🎃 choices and the many, many faces she makes, pushing up her fake teeth 🦷 ,many many different wigs she wears, and occasionally as st OYW evening event, the wig wore her,😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, clothing that never fit right and cost a fortune. Where does she live?? We KNOW FROGMORE COTTAGE has never be lived in by her or Harry. I would, as l have said several times, l would love to be a fly on the wall to their conversations! God bless you both🙏🏻.

” I’m coming, and that’s that!!”

Well la de frickin dah Rachel. She’s emboldened by the support from the whole British Parliament, in her narcissistic mind and she is coming to the Remembrance Services and I AM A ROYAL BUT I AM YOUR SISTER TOO🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮, demanding her place on the balcony as her public awaits, handkerchief in hand, wiping fake tears, again “THEY LOv E ME, THEY REALLY LOVE ME, THEY ARE ALL HERE TO SEE ME ME ME ME ME”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤣🤣🤣She has told LG in no uncertain terms SHE WILL BE THERE!!!

“ O $h!t, Harry’s just txt me”

Someone has just received a text from Harry and is surprised, but not on a good way to receive the text. Who would this be? His family would all be glad as would his mates. I can only conclude it’s madam, but why would Harry text her? Harry is in Japan having an awesome time with the Tindalls, cousins and cousin Peter and likely others at the Rugby World Cup finals. Did Harry drunk text her?? Sorry, this clue l cannot firmly say l think it’s…. hmmmm. Is it William, is Harry having panic or PTSD issues in Japan? I pray it’s nothing like that!! I can say for certain, the text and it’s contents were of concern and surprise by the recipient of the text.

👻👹🦄🦎👶🧣🧣🤫

The beautiful,awesome,beloved Cambridge family and their Halloween costumes. Catherine as a ghost, William as monster, Prince George as a lizard, Princess Charlotte as her favourite unicorn, baby Louis l can’t see a costume for him. The adults will have an adult Halloween 🎃 party after the little ones are in bed. They are keeping it private judging by the shushing emoji

and two scarfs😄😄😄😄🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 keeping the scarfing tradition alive and well, madam will NOT be invited or even aware!! I hope they post photos of the costumes but it’s private family fun!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 32/2019 1535 hrs CST

Wonderful! Thank you dear PG….you are such fun! Looks interesting. Much appreciated!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜👻

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104: Nov. 1

MM ANON … She Telegraphed it !!…… mechanically damaged 🤣🤣🤣……… rugby widow😭😭😭……alone on the Balcolonial …… “ Turn around re-play”…… wading through the Slush…… an American Psycho…… PR-int error ………🎼”God only knows “🎼…… 🧣🐓👯‍♀️🤔😭🤥……🎼”Wake up ,little ……… wake up“🎼…… “ I may wear purple Philip “…… “epic old thing ‘ that’ll p!$$ her orf “…… “hair of the DOG Harry”🤣🤣🤣”lets PARTY”……… 15-9 ……… “OK , give me £500”. …… $h!t, I’ve lost my phone!!……” OMG’ all those photos on it!!”

THANK YOU MM ANON

FRIDAY NOVEMBER 1/2019

2000hrs

She Telegraphed it !!

They say, especially with actors/actresses that if they don’t give 100% in their performance that they’re phoned it in’ example being Jeff Goldblum is the dinosaur films. This says telegraphed it. Madam had a ‘lunch interview’ hardly a serious on camera intense question, body language observed interview, with Bryony Gordon of The Telegraph newspaper. It was more of her fluff, pardon the pun, fluff word salads etc. Another pitiful performance!

mechanically damaged 🤣🤣🤣

Well the ‘stiff upper lip’ manner in which the British people live is internally damaging according to madam in the masterpiece ITV documentary, sure to win award after award. So l think, MM ANON is being extremely cheeky here, the being frozen out completely now from the Royal family, last public appearance with Harry has been done, and the narcissist robot has been mechanically damaged, internal process error, 🤖.🤣🤣🤣

rugby widow😭😭😭

I am sure madam is spitting nails at where her life is at now. Harry is off in Japan, back to his life, thank you God, watching the rugby with family and friends, while poor madam and archficial are left alone to weep. The term widow is often used where l live as golf widow. It can be any sport really where the male in the relationship attends or watches or plays and his female partner is left alone, hence the term widow.

alone on the Balcolonial …… “ Turn around re-play”

Well the letter of support from 72 female MP’s mentioned colonialism and referenced articles in newspapers about madam. Well that being the Royal family being colonialists, the balcony would be the summit expression of it according to that way of thinking. Well RD or RS, balcony appearance will be the Royal family. Since madam is not part of the family she will not be there. Now l was wrong about this before but l don’t think l am now. Madam, should she attempt a gate crash will be told to turn around, not by a Harry but by security staff!!

wading through the Slush

When the snow melts and gets all slushy and wet it’s perfect for a snowball fight and just makes the coolest sound when you wade is your Welles/rubbers. Slush here is capitalized, this has NOTHING AT ALL to do with snow. The forensics accountants l mentioned yesterday are probably long wading through her accounts. A Slush fund is reserve of money used for illicit purposes, especially political bribery. You can be darn sure madam has or had a number of these! Maybe they’re all tapped out, she’s skint , alone, things with Harry over…..oh please let this be the correct interpretation!!

an American Psycho

Treble Charger, wow MM ANON I am impressed!! This song was huge huge huge! All about the most narcissistic female, doing anything and everything, misdemeanour or felony, trying to get and keep fame. These lyrics perfectly absolutely perfectly fit madam!!!

PR-int error

PR , upper case, has madam’s PR sent something out for print that with all the lies, it’s EXTREMELY hard to keep track, but something so glaringly obviously contradicts things that have been said before?? Oh l would love to see THAT!! Lies do catch up you know that, don’t you Rachel?

🎼”God only knows “ 🎼

Two songs, Beach Boys, lyrics about how a relationship feelings last forever even if they are apart or break up. I read this as positive feelings but one could infer negative angry, vengeful l guess. There is a song, same title, by a Christian duo called For King and Country, the asking is a God the country is the musical style. The lyrics though, they so fit damaged people , how they choose to damage and inflict it onto others. Whichever song you chose MM ANON, either of these describe the realtor some degree and the individuals involved.

🧣🐓👯‍♀️🤔😭🤥

Okay scarf/scarfing, chicken/hen, two playboy bunnies, a pondering/ questioning face, crying massively, Pinocchio/ liar.

Madam has been scarfed or left out of the Japan trip, she’s the hen, imagining/wondering if Harry with other sexy women, crying inconsolably because she’s lost, lying , well she lies about every. Wondering what lies or how she can get to Japan, what lies can she tell to find out his hotel, show up there or get in at the Rugby.

🎼”Wake up ,little ……… wake up“🎼

The Everly Brothers, l saw a impersonation concert once it was awesome! Wake up little Suzy. This is from the 1950’s l think. A couple goes on a date to a drive-in movie and fall asleep, now they’re in big big trouble because their parents will think something hanky panky has gone on. Is madam wondering and steaming at the thought of a Harry having a fun weekend away? What he might get up to? Might a certain female be there? Ooooo l just imagine her fury!!

“ I may wear purple Philip “…… “epic old thing ‘ that’ll p!$$ her orf “

Again 🔥 fireside 🍸 cocktails conversation between HMTQ and PP. They are having a go at madam. All these cheeky references REALLY have me thinking it’s done, the marriage is done, this Sunday may be MOS Sunday release the hounds! HMTQ is jocular saying she will wear purple for RD/RS , as madame so insultingly wore purple to the OTW evening. PP chuckling and making the comment above. 🤣🤣😂😂

“hair of the DOG Harry”🤣🤣🤣”lets PARTY”……… 15-9 ……… “OK , give me £500”.

These all go together l think. The phrase hair of the dog that bit you, is abbreviated here, simply means if you’re drunk and hungover have a drink to fix the hsngiver🤣🤣😂😂. The weekend in a Japan is a party! FINALLY HARRY IS FREE!! The numbers probably are the wishes/bets on the final score with England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 winning. I wonder, they wouldn’t bet against England. £500 whose giving and whose getting….l know on the days of unhappy people and fate there were so many rumours how long it would last most said not two years. I think there was a term degree bride? Three years? Am l right? I wonder if someone made a net with a Harry or amongst the cousins. I am HOPING this is so, because it would be yet another indication things were done and a Harry is free of her!!

$h!t, I’ve lost my phone!!……” OMG’ all those photos on it!!”

Again, MM ANON PLEASE let this all be leading to freedom!

Madam has ‘lost’ her phone and freaking out because all her filth was on there!!! Can you hear lady Justice?? No sympathy!

November 1/2019 2055 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! As sick as you are, you can’t help yourself! We greatly appreciate this and you! You are so sweet! Now go and take care of yourself! We don’t want to wear you out! Love and prayers…..😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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105: Nov. 2

MM ANON … “ You are part of this monarchy, you WILL adhere to its traditions”…… “ her past, so embarrassing!!”…… Rogue PR…… “we’ve “cleaned” her phone ma’am”…… “ I fear it’s still out there”…… promoting the impossible …… “ give this one to William” “ thank goodness we have one classic beauty,old thing “ …… “ is Charles thinking of leap-frogging to William ,Philip?”……” my teams made arrangements “…… “shut up!! It’s my Duty!!”…… 🎼” to dream the impossible dream “🎼……”total meltdown sweetie”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 2/2019 1510 hrs CST RIDDLE #105

“ You are part of this monarchy, you WILL adhere to its traditions”

Notice what’s NOT said, family, you’re part of this Monarchy NOT you’re part of this family!! Very clear distinct difference. Until there is an annulment or divorce she has her role as Duchess of blah blah.

Madam has been hiding behind wigs, trees, apron strings, ANYTHING to avoid appearance in public at a public event because she is a coward. She lays and sets off the dynamite but wants no part of its after effects amongst the citizens. I spend many times wishing l were a fly on the wall but THIS oh oh l would pay money to have seen this scene. She is being told by LG, or quite possibly by the wordage and the way it’s phrased by HMTQ Herself, that she in no uncertain terms will attend public appearances for RS or RD services. Now she thinks this is all about her, this is about all of the Fallen , veterans, injured and their families. I think emotions are raw all around for people this time of year. I hope she is gone by then, but this could also refer to the NATO dinner in December. She needs to conduct herself accordingly. I think since her phone was cleaned, there is a fair bit more confidence in pushing her to do things, ultimately hoping a huge public moment of reality/embarrassment for her. The sad thing, a true narcissist is incapable of embarrassment, self pity absolutely, but not embarrassment!

“ her past, so embarrassing!!”

We don’t know , many years are missing/lost, what she did during those years. We do have enough knowledge of yachting, porn, disgusting acts, selling her body, heart, soul, filth beyond what any decent mind could fathom! Hobbies of all sorts, mostly allegedly outside the law. The normal woman would be ashamed and would be embarrassed by, as the speaker of these words is, but a true narcissist madam is, a million lies juggling all at once, l do not know how it’s kept straight, well it’s not that’s why there are always so many mistakes she makes.

Rogue PR

SS has been nothing if not Rogue, going where none have gone before. I dare say they may continue, and more insinuating lies be spread about our Royals. Be prepared, this fight is in the gutter, it rose from there, and will be sent back from whence it came.

“we’ve “cleaned” her phone ma’am”

LG informing HMTQ that madams lost phone was not lost at all but it decided to turn itself in🤣🤣😂😂. All that she kept on their has been removed aka cleaned. We have discussed this awhile ago. Amongst the world of the men in grey, there are many varied services they do. Cleaning or scrubbing a phone is one such service. Any incriminating recordings or photos or videos or emails or texts or stone tablets, EVERYTHING is cleaned off. Knowing they are not dealing with brightest tool in the shed, she probably didn’t back up her information.

“ I fear it’s still out there”

Whatever secret, private, perhaps sexual content video that was cleaned off the phone, HMTQ is still fearing a copy is still in someone’s possession. There is something specific of concern, l have no idea what it is, but it’s of high concern and worry that “it” still out there.

promoting the impossible

Promoting the happy marriage, just H🤣🤣🤣😂😂 and madam against the world. Well H is Prince Harry, his family has fully encircled him, and he is done being threatened by her and whatever was on her phone. SS is still at it, making madam ever the spontaneous soul who loves to flit like a hummingbird quietly to a charity bakery, using no gloves, making an interview from 18 months seem as though it were current but was not. Making it seem like lunch meeting in a restaurant when it wasn’t, it was in a room at the bakery. Never the truth, everything always twisted. Why must everything even such inconsequential things be lied about. BECAUSE the agenda and the person are evil.!Thats why!

“ give this one to William”

We have had this exact clue before. I can’t recall what l thought at the time, but l think having a sit down with madam, telling her face to face things are done, William would do very well and after all the lies madam allegedly spread about his marriage, l think he would take a certain amount of satisfaction in showing her from the palace door to the alleged paddy wagon.

“ thank goodness we have one classic beauty,old thing “ “ is Charles thinking of leap-frogging to William ,Philip?”

Again, my favourite scene, 🔥 fireplace lit, evening relaxing clothes, 📺 on, cocktails 🍸 in hand talking between HMTQ and PP. PP reflecting on the amazing blessing of having Catherine in the family, not just in the family but at William’s side, raising their family, such a solid level-headed woman. In them the future of the modern Monarchy is strong. HMTQ talking about Prince Charles passing over his being King going straight to William. This has been discussed before, initially because the public had a strong distaste for Camilla. That has settled now, she is accepted. Charles, his age, given all that has happened, may well be pondering the 21st century Monarchy needs William.

” my teams made arrangements “

LG team have made arrangements for what? To move madam? Pack her stuff up? Take her to Heathrow, put her on a plane? If she goes to America for their Thanksgiving, where would she go, she has no friends, Doria? Would she want to return to the U.K. after that, would they even let her in?? Doria, who now has 8 million in her bank account, why would she want saddled with madam?, she didn’t look after her as a child why would she now? Madam has ghosted anybody who actually loved and cared for her. It’s pathetically sad broken life. Legal issues, taxes?? And on and on, then of course there is the wee matter of alleged Treason, the of the body law, and any alleged procuring of females in those lost years.

“shut up!! It’s my Duty!!”

Harry , God bless you, has resumed duty. How fine did he look in a Japan, Prince Albert of Monaco, the Japanese Crown Prince Akishino, the son of the Emperor. I am in tears so happy, he looks so happy and well. I think he has gained back some weight and has rested. Now to this clue. It can only be madam he is talking to. She is yammering away at him, he telling her in no uncertain terms he will do his Duty! She is probably pleading to not have to attend RD or RS services, he has made his Duty clear! Of all things now to pick a fight over? When he missed a military attack anniversary and got roasted badly for that. He is clear headed now, and putting things right.

🎼” to dream the impossible dream “🎼

This is Ol Blue Eyes, My Way. Jerry Lewis used to always sing this at the end of the Labour Day MDS telethon, until he was deemed too old and not politically correct enough for the charity and after over 40 years raising hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars,they yanked the annual telethon. I still am upset by that. Anyhow, if there every was a song for a narcissist the title My Way for sure. Everything at a cost of a country , Commonwealth, everything, lack of respect she has done her way!

As for Prince Harry, he probably thought this would go on forever and being free from her would be an impossible dream.

Well, l think we are so close to the end, l can taste it! I could not be happier! If l were a dog, my tail would be wagging!

”total meltdown sweetie”

Reality is going to hit her hard. She has nothing, no one, all her Hollywood friends were sycophants, her backers are filthy rich, they don’t care about her, she was a means to an end. That’s all she has ever been, years selling herself a means to some mans ending. Her mental status, likely is going to hit the wall. Total meltdown exactly. I hope it happens in America, they have phone lines there to get help.

November 2/2019

1635 hrs CST

Love this! We are making progress……her phone….too funny, thank you dear PG, so appreciate it….😊💜💜💜💜

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Nov.3

PG you have mail💜💜💜💜

MM/ ALLEGEDLY …… prayers and love 💜💜 you’re way pg. 💜💜💜💜💜💜 GWS.

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106: Nov. 3

MM ANON … ‘ and in the morning, we shall Booo!!!……… Mall-content. …… camera click ‘ I’m OK!!…… “ sit Harry with Melania??”………… a reduced detachment …… “ it’s in the Fine print M’lud”…… “ what!! a night of fruity duty” …… “6 of the 13 are solid!! “…… “ leapfrogging, not a chance old thing” …… “ the right order of things Philip” ……… “ my apologies for the interruption Ma’am”…… “ One should act post-haste”…… “ and keep Harry out of this”. ……… O’ Kate, I hear she got quite scwiffy Philip”.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you for the message and kind words, message received and extremely appreciated.💜💜💜

November 3/2019 1245 hrs CST Riddle #105

‘ and in the morning, we shall Booo!!!

Is this booo as related to Halloween? Nope we are past that. Where and when will madam get booed?? The morning, what or when is her next morning appearance? The reason l am thinking the early morning RD sunrise service or other RS , is because the line up until the word Booo!!! Is from the classic Laurence Binyon’s For The Fallen, it was in a previous riddle. Will it be RS, gosh that would be awfully disrespectful to the fallen. I don’t know, but l like it!! Sign me up, l shall boooo, l have plenty of time🤣🤣🤣😂😂.

Mall-content.

Malcontent, that’s such a great underused word. a person who is dissatisfied and rebellious, dissatisfied and complaining or making trouble. Who does this sound like? Here MM ANON has given us MALL -content. Content is being peaceful, relaxed, satisfied in the moment. The MALL is the great long road leading to Buckingham Palace. There is plenty more online, if you’re interested in learning or even travelling there. Suffice to say it’s an important street and the royal and horse processions always go along the Mall. Now it’s not pronounce mall as in North American shopping malls, it’s more of a Mael(Strom) how the first part of that word is pronounced. Put together MALL and being content, peaceful , can mean only one thing to me MADAM WILL NOT BE IN THE CARRIAGE HORSE PROCESSION ON RS!!!!!😊😊😊☺️😊😊😊

camera click ‘ I’m OK!!

Madams non public appearance at the bakery . She needs publicity like she needs air, more sometimes l think. Has someone taken her photo and an article that she’s ok, upper case double exclamation mark? I think MM ANON yet again is being cheeky. We saw an abundance, a plethora of photos of Harry in Japan and they all looked fantastic. He looks like our Harry again!!! Gorgeous, no make that handsome in that blue suit, oh my, l am all a flutter!! Believe nothing about that I’m married comment! THST he said to the student who called him handsome!🧐😏And his time spent with Para-athletes, more casual but ever so important to him.

“ sit Harry with Melania??”

This is reference to the NATO banquet in December when President and Mrs Trump will attend, along with other NATO leaders, a dinner that HMTQ will host. Oh l can hardly wait to see the gowns and JEWELRY!! Sounds like Harry will be seated next to Mrs.Trump. No mention of madam. WHOO HOO!!!! Heaven knows where she will be then and only Heaven can help her soul.

a reduced detachment

Detachment has several meanings but the one that applies here l believe is, group of troops, aircraft, or ships sent away on a separate mission. Each year, RD or RS , the number of veterans who saw and went through the horrors of WWII lessen, as they pass away. Each year, we lose current veterans of Iraq, Bosnia, Syria, many conflicts where British and Commonwealth troops served, have served, or currently serve. Those that return many suffer physical losses of limbs or something else, suffer injuries causing TBI, traumatic brain injury and/or PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder. We lose many to suicide each and every day. Harry lost his close veteran Jules Roberts to suicide and this year will be his first RS, RD mourning that loss.

“ it’s in the Fine print M’lud”

Anytime you sign anything, credit card/atm application, insurance papers, anything legal, there is always fine print, often so tiny it seems you’re not meant to actually read it🤣🤣😂😂. This is a way some companies get out of providing services, ie mobile phone contracts here a few years ago, they got away with exorbitant fees to change phones, plans etc. So someone is talking to a Lord, likely LG, saying something of importance has been noted in the fine print, but of what document? Is it treason charges?Is it her VISA to stay in the U.K.? Is it the legal papers being drawn up for charges? Is it a contract she signed, didn’t read and they have her in a bind now? Is this the legal annulment, with the evidence they gathered from madams phone? The fine print of in the laws of annulment of marriage in the U.K. Anyone have time or ability to search that out?

“ what!! a night of fruity duty”

I wonder if the Cambridge children went trick or treating at Gan Gan’s. I can only imagine them in their costumes, all excited! Next year, hopefully Prince Louis will be old enough to enjoy the fun!

This clue, the sentence structure is rhetorical. As if someone is being asked to do something , that the person asking them knows they are not keen on keen to do. The term fruity duty , for some reason makes me think child care. 🍉 fruit no wine, duty as in childcare. Or madam loves her pink water, is someone not interested in spending time with her, as that would only be a duty.

“6 of the 13 are solid!! “

This makes me think of evidence, jury deciding something, they always have an extra. Solid in their vote or judicial opinion favouring the writer. I wonder if this is in terms of Treason law or annulment law in the U.K. Whatever was cleaned from madams mobile, is it clear evidence of the plot, plan to manipulate marriage? I think they have found something they needed to fulfill the a Treason charge, allegedly as well! From English Treason law “

An alien resident in the United Kingdom owes allegiance to the Crown, and may be prosecuted for high treason. The only exception is an enemy lawful combatant in wartime, e.g. a uniformed enemy soldier on British territory.” I cannot access what l need, but l am very certain this is some sort of judicial committee whose votes are needed for a Treason charges! It is being stated here, with multiple exclamation marks the number of yea votes are solid, meaning secure on the side of the Crown, in this case.

“ leapfrogging, not a chance old thing” …… “ the right order of things Philip” ……… “ my apologies for the interruption Ma’am”

Oh MM ANON, you know l love these. Again, come along with me and my imagination. It’s cold evening, 🔥 fire lit, comfy yet very elegant relaxing evening clothes, l picture HMTQ in a velvet cozy shawl over her knees, hopefully, purple! She and her husband are talking things over. Discussing, as was in yesterday’s riddle, bumping PC out of order of succession and going straight to crowning William as King, when the time comes. HMTQ has, her entire reign, held fast to protocol, in all matters with the exception of lower the flag to half staff when Diana died and bowing her head at her casket was driven by. Sounds like whoever’s idea that was, they have duly pondered and discussed it and there will be no change in the order of ascending the throne. Someone interrupts them, asking for/ or needing HMTQ’s attention. I think it has to be LG.

“ One should act post-haste”

LG has arrived and informed her/updated HMTQ of what was found in the fine print. The term post haste comes from the mid 16th century: from the direction ‘haste, post, haste’, formerly given on letters it means to act or react to something with haste, act immediately with great speed. So they have a limited window of time to respond or act to what was noted in the fine print.

“ and keep Harry out of this”.

Harry is to be kept out of any treasonous possible, or any legal charges that may be pending, allegedly. Harry has been through enough! They want him healing and recovering. HMTQ does not want his name to appear anywhere near madams allegedly plotting and scheming and alleged financial crimes. Thinking especially in regards to the newly minted Sussex Foundation! There are so many rabbit holes l could go down due to the extreme level of complications of who madam has allegedly been involved with and various allegedly financial misdeeds on both sides of the ocean.

O’ Kate, I hear she got quite scwiffy Philip”.

I burst out laughing when l read this🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. Still chuckling! There must have been an awesome, adults only, after trick or treating, scarfing madam, Halloween party because scwiffy, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣 is tipsy/drunk but not passed out drunk. Good for you Catherine, you deserve it after your stressful trip, the stress of everyday plus the worst, dealing with madam and watching Harry fall apart . I am trying to picture our elegant, Received Pronunciation speaking Catherine tipsy, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 3/2019 1420 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG! Sounds like progress….sounds like she will appear at RD..no carriage….and a balcony appearance….alone! Much appreciated, you work so hard for us!💜💜💜💜💜

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107: Nov 4

MM ANON …… RD,will she ‘won’t she?…… a Congressional offer…… The foundations support …… 🎼” don’t stop thinking about tomorrow”🎼………a bit LAX of her…… W&Ks PR assault …“ the popularity of the children your Highness”……” Popular!! we call it “Charlottes Web 🤣🤣”……” it’s the future direction ma’am”…… “she imploded ma’am ,end of!! “…… “ Christmas!! A family portrait ma’am , only the family “…… “ it’s exciting Philip ‘ a new chapter “…… “any cream caramel left old thing”. … tut tut,dyspepsia Philip”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 4/2019 1140 hrs CST. Riddle #106

As Yoda would say, challenging more and more becoming are your riddles MM ANON and I LIKE IT😁😁😁😁

RD,will she ‘won’t she?

Ahh the question we all want to know. Will madam face the public , attend services or ceremonies and risk being booed. I still cannot see a public booing at such somber days when we are to remember the fallen. On November 10th, l read HMTQ will view the services from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office building balcony. Perhaps this is how they got around a balcony appearance by madam! Brilliant!

a Congressional offer

The American federal government is made up of three co-equal parts. They are the Executive, (President and about 5,000,000 workers) the Legislative (Senate and House of Representatives) and the Judicial (Supreme Court and lower Courts). Currently, although it’s not in my time right now to follow but they are in a tumultuous impeachment process. I am not sure of any of the particulars. So what would the Congress have to offer the U.K. especially while their own country needs them paying attention. Is this in regards to Brexit? I have, and l try not to do this, but l have looked all over online, l can find nothing if an offer of this nature, recently. Has an offer been made regarding madams charges or custody? Again the Congress would not be involved in this. Sorry kids, l just don’t know. I am assuming this is the U.S. Congress, maybe l shouldn’t.

The light went on, sometimes when l am stuck, if l read it out loud it comes to me, as now. The EU, 🇪🇺 European Union as a political Assembly of local and regional elected representatives, the Congress is the voice of Europe’s 200,000 regions and municipalities. It promotes the strengthening of local and regional democracy in all Council of Europe member States.

The EU won’t decide on a Brexit extension until next week, as it waits for MPs in Westminster to decide on Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s call for a snap election, senior EU officials and diplomats said Friday.The bloc has agreed on the need to delay the current October 31 deadline, but there is still disagreement over how much time. EU Council President Donald Tusk has called for granting the extension requested by Boris a Johnson in accordance with U.K. law, until January 31, but French President Emmanuel Macron has pressed for a shorter delay to keep strong pressure on Britain to ratify the Brexit Withdrawal Agreement.

The foundations support

The royal foundations all of them, support so many charities. I was absolutely fascinated to learn on 🐼 blog last night that HMTQ registered the Sussex name several years ago in planning for when Prince Harry married but after, the day after madam showed alleged baby Archie in SA, the registration was cancelled/went dead as it’s called. That was the lady but of the treason allegedly. Wonder why Harry didn’t use the drool cloth? DNA, Baby drool all over his hand!!

Especially at this time of year, it’s the hardest time for those in need. Once madam is gone, Harry will be readied to the Royal Foundation. None of his patronage’s have been removed from him, another sign he was aligned with his family. I am certain her title and all patronage’s will be stripped. How happy with the British Theatre 🎭 be!!! Oh Happy Days!

🎼” don’t stop thinking about tomorrow”🎼

Again we have Fleetwood MAC and Clinton presidential theme song. MM ANON is reminding us, don’t lose heart, we are nearly there! Keep chin up, focused on tomorrow! I am not sure if it’s LITERALLY tomorrow, although l would not complain. I think very very soon!!

a bit LAX of her

Lax can mean lazy, not bothering with details, this does describe a certain someone. However, LAX is the airport in Los Angeles,California . So will she indeed be going “home” for Christmas? Will she take archificial with her so he can experience his first American thanksgiving holiday? I wonder if she will be captured accidentally oops l rant hired Splash news to paparazzi her as she has done before?? She will be so glad to get away from the mean Brits but does she have a place to go? So sad reality, such a wasted life.

W&Ks PR assault

They don’t need TO PAY for any PR. They are loved as are their children. Even the smallest most normal thing as shopping for Halloween costumes makes the news. I think this refers to the assault that launched on them, and poor Rose Hanbury by association by , let’s face it, l don’t need evidence nor do l need to say who has that much jealousy driven hatred to do something like that.

“ the popularity of the children your Highness”

Someone speaking to either a Prince William or Duchess Catherine exclaiming the over the top love and popularity of these three lovies!!💜💜💜!!! They get asked about them seemingly every appearance. Any photos that are shared are wildly popular. I most especially adore that Catherine is such a fantastic photographer. The first bsby photos were taken by her, you see them from the mother’s loving eye, just makes them so much more special!

” Popular!! we call it “Charlottes Web 🤣🤣”

In HMTQ’s annual Christmas message, l am certain there will be video of the Cambridge children in it. in it. Charlottes Web in a favourite of mine, and many, children’s book by E.B.White. Read it with your children and grandchildren, it’s lovely. This is referencing what used to be called the World Wide Web, the internet, then the net, now its online. Each child has their own page on the official royal website. It’s amazing, with that, twitter, instagram, they are completely a 21st royal family! Sounding like Charlotte is a bit controlling of the devices, seeing herself online, thinks it’s made just for her!! And so she should😁 🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣 Love those children💜💜💜

” it’s the future direction ma’am”

As stated above, the digital world is here and only becoming more important. Soon we will have things never even thought of today. I should have put these three clues together, oh well. This will be a thoroughly 21st King and Queen when the time comes but for now they are as modern as can be whilst retaining tradition and family. It’s truly astounding, l have no idea how they manage it and it all seems so natural. That’s the key, knowing a balance and the public love them all the more because of it.

“she imploded ma’am ,end of!! “

When given the news that she was done, being removed, and not given a VISA to return to England or perhaps not permitted to leave the U.K. for alleged charges filed or pending, l can only imagine. Justice will be served. We can all sort of visualize in our heads what that might be like, l highly think she will need urgent psychiatric hospitalization, she will fracture, truly fracture mentally. This is LG reporting to HMTQ what happened. This may have already happened for all we know!! Seems her mobile phone turning itself in and getting immunity for giving evidence against her🤣🤣😂 was the last bit they needed.

“ Christmas!! A family portrait ma’am , only the family “

Yes , a royal Christmas portrait, only the family, no madam. I love how easily she was airbrushed out of Prince Louis’ Christening photo by an anon that did that on 🐼 blog! This will be a joyous Christmas for our royals!!! Planning Christmas, her annual message on Christmas Day and a new photo for all of us! Oh wait, might this be a painting? The word portrait, no way there would be time for a painting by Christmas, silly me! Is it LG that is proposing this? I say they should include him, at the back, plenty of bald Windsor’s, he would look right in place🤣🤣😂😂.

“ it’s exciting Philip ‘ a new chapter “”any cream caramel left old thing”. tut tut,dyspepsia Philip”

Again, my favourite, HMTQ and PP, talking over the days events, l know you’re getting sick of me setting the scene but fireplace lit🔥 , comfortable clothes, tv 📺 on, cocktails 🍸. HMTQ so pleased, relieved and happy that this vicegrip hell hold is nearly done, she already knows when the end is. Just looking forward to the fresh new chapter, letting the justice system care for madam and her backers. PP hankering for a repeat of pudding but she tut tuts him on it. Marvellous end to the riddle, MM ANON, marvellous and full of hope!!! GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

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The ‘Lost In Space’ Cast Takes Us on a Journey About The Reimagined Classic

Looking for your next binge-worthy series? Look no further than Netflix’s original series,Lost in Space. The show is a re-imagining of the classic 1960s TV series, updated for today’s audiences.

Lost in Space follows the Robinson family, space colonists who crash land on a distant planet. At the end of the first season, they somehow survive their ordeal but find themselves in a precarious position, yet again. I chatted with the cast members of the show: Molly Parker (Maureen Robinson), Toby Stephens (John Robinson), Ignacio Serricchio (Don West), Max Jenkins (Will Robinson), and Mina Sundwall (Penny Robinson). We discussed their characters and their experience on the series.

How did you become part of the project? What drew you to the role, and were you a fan of the original series?

Molly Parker: I did not grow up watching the original series. I didn’t have that much TV in my house when I was little. I remember seeing bits of it. When my agent first called me about it, I thought, “I don’t know if that’s what I need to be doing.” Then, I read the script and I got on the phone with the creator. It was exciting that this character on the show was inverted from the kind of archetypal gender roles of the mom and dad. She’s a hero. She’s coming from this kind of really scientific, engineering, logical brain, and every problem has a solution. She’s not particularly emotionally intelligent, which is not the place that a lot of female characters are written from. Yet lots of women come exactly from that place. I just love that she’s quick to action. My first questions [in playing Maureen] were really like, “What’s wrong with her?” She’s a brilliant scientist and she’s this great mother, but she does all these things. What’s her problem? What makes her interesting? That was exciting about doing it. Certainly, I think people can see her as the sort of American hero, which makes me laugh, but then I’m always trying to scrape out the corners of those places and find where she’s wrong and where she’s flawed and where she’s screwing up. There’s lots of opportunities for that, because basically, for all her good intentions, she is the one that wants to go to space. She’s the one that puts her family in a situation where they’re constantly almost dying. [Laughs.]

Toby Stephens: I wasn’t really a fan of the original series. I didn’t really watch [the show]. I saw a couple of episodes when I was a kid. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I just didn’t really know it. I was much more of a Star Trek person when I was a kid. That was my meat and potatoes in terms of sci-fi. I watched Space 1999, which we used to have in the UK, and Doctor Who, but I didn’t really watch Lost in Space. Then when this came along, I was dubious only because I had that distant recollection of what it was. I remember the film remake being a bit of a disaster. So, I thought, Is this something that’s going to be worth doing? I read it and then I thought, “This is great. I love this. I love this take on it.” I like that it was very believable, somehow. I believed in this family. What’s great is that it’s a family that is not some sort of perfect apple pie family. It’s this kind of slightly dysfunctional, very real family with real problems that just happens to be in this context of being lost in space. l like the fact that its sci-fi — it’s not a space opera. It’s couched in some kind of scientific reality. I actually found that really interesting. Then I knew Neil Marshall, who was directing the first few episodes and was one of the original creators, spoke to me about it. Then I spoke to Zach [Estrin, showrunner], who talked me into doing it. He told me the story arc of John and Maureen, particularly. I really liked the idea of him being this archetypal character. The strong father, but he wasn’t a very good father. He was learning to be a better father. That really appealed to me. I think what I liked about it was that a lot of parents who are watching it with their kids can really identify with those characters. Most parents are good people struggling to do the right thing for their family, and at times feel like they’re failing. You’re doing this tough job, being a parent and not getting it right.

Ignacio Serricchio: Yes, I was obsessed with the original series because Guy Williams, after he finished Zorro, I wanted to know what else he had done after Zorro. I noticed he did Lost in Space. I wasn’t a fan of space and science fiction, but what caught my eye with this show was that it was so family oriented. My family is absolutely everything in my life. I could relate to that. When I was a little kid, I watched the reruns. I loved the family dynamic. On top of that, there’s a robot and a chimp. Chimps are one of my favorite animals. I think I’m a chimp. I actually think I’m devolving as we speak. I find more hair on my shoulders; I’m walking with my legs open more. It’s a weird transformation. [Laughs.] The project caught my eye, and I got the audition. Immediately, I got super giddy, but at the same time, I told myself to control myself. I said, “You’re probably not going to get it. They’re going to go with a white person. I don’t know why my mind was thinking this way. I thought, Don’t get too excited, because it’s going to be heartbreaking. So, I went into the audition very relaxed, just going to do whatever I wanted to do to entertain myself. I least will get out of it a fun experience. Then, they called when I was in Vancouver shooting Girlfriends Guide to Divorce. My manager called me saying, “They want to fly you down to meet you and read for the part,” and I said, “Do they fly everyone down because they have a lot of money? Or is it like on a special thing?” These are all questions that are going through my head. Then, it turned out good.

Max Jenkins: What got me involved in the project, actually is a funny story. I came home from school one day, doing my normal thing as a sixth grader. I go upstairs and I see this copy of a script on a table. I start reading through it. Then, I asked my mom, “Hey, mom, what’s this Lost in Space?” And she goes, “Yeah, that’s the script but we’ll pass on it because it takes you away from home too long.” And I said, “It has a robot, and I get to be in space. I get to wear spacesuits. I really want to do this.” One thing led to another, and now I am Will Robinson. I watched the original series, and our director for Season 1 recommended a few movies: Black Stallion, ET, and my favorite, of course, The Iron Giant. I also got to become friends with the original Will Robinson, Bill Mumy. That really helped me form my character. We became great friends. We bonded over music, and we bonded over Will Robinson, our love of sci-fi, and comic books. He’s a big Bucky fan, and I’m a big Captain America fan.

Mina Sundwall: I auditioned for the role of Penny. I got a call from my agent that they were doing a remake of Lost in Space and that they were looking for a Penny Robinson. I met with the showrunner, Zack Estrin, and some of our producers and our writers. I was drawn to Penny immediately because I see a lot of myself in her. She can be very sassy and very quippy. She thinks more than she says a lot of the time, in the sense that she is one step ahead of a lot of people, even if they don’t know it, which I was really drawn to immediately. She’s very smart. She’s very generous. I admire her and I respect her a lot, especially after now having been with her in my head for two seasons. I’ve seen her grow a little bit. Immediately, I was drawn to those qualities about her. I did see the original series, and I thought that it was very funny. I love it a lot. It’s definitely different from our version of the show. Yes, it is. It has its own charm that I love a lot.

What can you tell us about Season 2?

Toby Stephens: The next season picks up where we left off, and it just expands everything. What I love about an American TV series is generally if it’s successful, they want to make it even more successful. They want to take all the way, and they’re constantly improving things. That doesn’t necessarily mean you just spend more money and throw more money at it. It’s more about how can we take this and make it better, more entertaining, more fun for the audience, and just make the story more satisfying? It’s really a continuation of where we were, but expanded. Who were the robots? Where did they come from? What is the mythology behind them? What is the science behind them? Who made them? Where is Will’s robot? Are we ever going to see him again? We know all of that stuff. What is Smith going to do next? They’re stuck with Smith; she’s stuck with them. How far is she willing to go to survive? How does this family dynamic develop as the kids grow older? We watch them grow older, and we watched the parents grow. How does that change the dynamic? It just seems to get bigger and bigger.

Ignacio Serricchio: I can tell you that it’s going to be incredibly mind-blowing. Honestly, just from me being on set, I knew that it’s going to be gigantic. I cannot even wait as a fan to watch it when it comes out. I’m a fan of our editors, and I’m a fan of our effects department. Those are things that I have to wait to see until it comes out so I can watch it with everyone else. There’s so much of it that we don’t get to see in the final product. I know it’s going to just blow everyone away. I’m going to react the same way people who were not in the show are going to react. That’s what I can tell you. I’m really, really excited as a fan, not just as an actor.

Max Jenkins: The second season is going to be humongous. It is going to be out of this world, no pun intended. We have an amazing new director. He’s our producing director, and he really led us through this journey. His name is Alex Graves. He directed for Game of Thrones and Homeland. He took us to Iceland, which was really amazing. We spent about a week or so in Iceland, filming from glaciers to waterfalls to black sand beaches. That was really amazing. We went to Drumheller, Alberta, where you see a bunch of dinosaur bones lying on the side of the road. He really helped me build a new Will Robinson, which was amazing. He really helped me age Will Robinson up a little bit. He made him older, a bit stronger, a bit wiser, but he didn’t change who Will Robinson was.

Mina Sundwall: For the family in general, I have to say, look forward to bigger, more scarier, more answers, more questions — exploring much more space, more robots, more creatures. For Penny, as far as growth goes, it’s a lot about finding her position and what she can contribute to the family, given that she isn’t the science one. Towards the end of Season 1, she felt quite lost and a little useless. In Season 2, you see her begin to find what she can contribute and use that to help the situation. I don’t think that her growth is done whatsoever. I think that it’s only started.

The Robinson Family and company will return for a second season. Netflix has not dropped a release date yet but rest assured another season will be on its way. In the meantime, you can stream Season 1 of Lost in Space on Netflix. The complete first season is also available on Blu-Ray and DVD. The Blu-Ray/DVD combo pack features extras and behind the scenes you won’t see anywhere else. Here’s hoping we’ll see the Robinsons soon.

credits to BlackGirlNerd (x)

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Vee El Dee: The Good The Bad and The Ugly

If you’ve ever been on this hellsite, you’ve probably heard of Voltron: Legendary Defender. You’ll find the characters and the ships (and the discourse. Dear God the discourse) in tag after tag and on blog after blog. Now that the show has officially come to an end, I’m reviewing the whole damn thing. Talking about what I think worked, what didn’t, and what exactly the show did to make even the fans look at it so harshly now. (Just a warning “The Ugly” section discusses racism, and homophobia so if any of that triggers you I’d suggest you skip it)

Review under the cut

The Good

The Character Potential:

   Voltron’s characters had so much potential at the beginning. Their motivations, potential subplots, and clues to their arcs the first crew left us were actually interesting. How did Coran know Allura before they were frozen? What happened that caused Shiro to lose his arm? Is Lance going to reunite with his family? The show didn’t answer all of these questions mind you, but at the time they were introduced, those questions felt like they were worth sticking around to hear the answers.

The First Season:

   The first season is the only season that genuinely sticks out for me, way back in ye olden days when Voltron was a character driven show as opposed to plot focused. In season one, the plot took a backseat and the characters were what held up the show, and it’s probably not a coincidence that most of the character development and more emotional/memorable scenes occurred in season one, when there was time for the characters to develop. Likewise, the character focus allowed for everyone to get their day in the limelight -not just the characters who were valuable to the plot at the moment-.

The Balmera and The Return to The Balmera:

     I am never gonna be shy about my opinion that the Balmera arc is one of the strongest arcs that Voltron has had. Allura using the story of her people to inspire others and using Altea’s ancient connection to the Balmera to save an entire damn civilization! The goddamn adorable chemistry between Hunk and Shay! Believable suspense! Unlocking Lion Powers! The Balmera arc had it all and I was fed. Plus, Balmera gave us the introduction of the most blessed couple in Voltron history, hunay.

The Bad:

The Timeskips:

In theory, there’s nothing wrong with a timeskip. But you’ve gotta be able to show that the characters and show’s universe changed in some way during that timeskip and you can’t use them just to avoid actual story and character development. Take season six (? Or was it five? I don’t remember and I don’t wanna) when Keith and Krolia take a two year camping trip on a space whale while Voltron is off doing God knows what. Presumably during that time they developed some sort of mother-son relationship but we don’t get to see that development happening, or how that new relationship changed them, or really any proof that the timeskip happened at all besides Keith getting Galra marks and a teleporting space wolf. That particular time jump felt more like a cop-out to avoid writing Keith bonding with his mom.

Pacing:

To put it plainly, the pace is way too fast for anything to stick. The writing cycles from one season's worth of plot twists and WTF? moments to the next at the speed of light, leaving no time to address how the previous events affected the characters involved or not the show’s universe as a whole. So Lotor was actually evil all along and was using Allura to achieve his goals? Well there’s no time to mention how Allura feels about that, we’ve got three more surprise twists and a magic robot to shove into the plot! On the flip side however, the pacing is slower than a geriatric snail during fight scenes. The giant robot fights are usually the most exciting part of anything, but in Voltron, the fights are so formulaic that they just kinda… blur together into a boring fog. Lemme know if you can name this Voltron fight scene: the team’s fighting some random baddie, there’s a lot of yelling, someone gets a power up just big enough to defeat the current baddies when a bigger, eviler baddie appears who’s more powerful than the power up they just got, new baddie whoops Voltron’s ass, the support team watches in horror, someone else gets a power up that’s powerful enough to defeat the new bad guy, Voltron reins triumphant. What fight scene was that?

The Filler Episodes:

The fast pacing also means that they need to set aside breather episodes just to allow characters to interact besides in battle. That’s all well and good and there’s nothing wrong with filler episodes, if done right they can be some of the most memorable episodes a show can have (The Tales of Ba Sing Se anyone?) that is, if done right. But Voltron filler episodes don’t have that going for them. Filler episodes in vee el dee are an oasis of mud in the desert that is canon, they’re a generally unhelpful standstill point amidst a constantly changing series. I’ll admit that they can be funny at times but for the most part filler episodes are bizarre, unnecessary, and more often than not, poorly timed. If we just heard about a millenniums old empire folding in on itself and we’re just about to see a major character attempt suicide do we really need to see Coran go batshit while planning a space Disney On Ice?

The Ugly:

Racism:

#justiceforallura

I must confess that I am whiter than a polar bear in a snowstorm, but even I know that killing off a black girl (or black coded as the case may be), constantly torturing the Japanese guy, reducing the Samoan guy to food and fat jokes, and having the latino guy flirt with everyone before turning him into a farmer isn’t the best way to handle writing characters of colour. Denying said characters of colour arcs and screen time in favour of giving your white characters the same story in a different hat over and over again is also not the best treatment you can offer your poc characters. That’s not even mentioning other horrible treatment and stereotypes you’ll see the Voltron characters of colour experience. Let us also recall #notallgalra, the “what if the genocide victim was actually the bad guy” au mess in s3, all those “lol lance is stupid” jokes, the black character Kinkade speaking mainly in grunts, Allura dying to redeem the two genocidal dudes responsible for most of her trauma, and Hunk’s (half black half Samoan) family being enslaved at a fucking concentration camp like goddamn what the hell were you thinking Voltron that’s like hetalia levels of fucked up when we remember what kind of genuinely awful shit this show’s done to it’s minority characters.

Homophobia:

If you’re reading my review in the Voltron tag, and you watched the whole series, then there’s no way in hell that you haven’t heard about Adam dying and the backlash against Voltron for it. If you are somehow the .000001% of people who don’t know, Adam (a gay moc) was Shiro’s (another gay moc) fiancé who got a grand total of forty five seconds of screen time before dying when the Galra invaded earth. Meanwhile, L*tor and Allura’s relationship got almost triple that despite being abusive as fuck. But Shiro got married at the end of season 8! In a credits scene, to a guy in the background of a couple of scenes Shiro was also in. When lgbt fans expressed outrage at their rep being hyped up despite having no bearing on the plot or even Shiro as a character outside of one scene, instead of owning up to their mistakes, the crew of Vee El Dee said (or implied) that it was the fault of lgbt fans for hyping ourselves up. Yeah okay. Except after that we got confirmation that Ezor and Zethrid were a couple! Yay! Clearly a win for us El Gee Bee Tees right? Well… not really considering that both of them were depicted as psychotic torturers who also died a couple minutes later. Gotta love those crazy dead lesbians amirite?

Klance:

But why is klance in the “ugly” section!? You cry, I thought you were a klanti! I am an anti and I did ship klance but that’s not what I wanna talk about right now. When I put klance under ugly I wanted to discuss two things, the crew and the shippers. First let’s talk the crew; several folks on the Voltron staff have at the very least, not reacted negatively to the omnipresent ship that is Keith and Lance. I’m sure you’ll also remember that Lance’s VA Jeremy Shada was considered a KICK icon before that went south. The crew was also purposefully misleading when they talked about possible romances for Keith and Lance, the language they used was ambiguous enough that shippers interpreted it as proof that klance would become canon. When it inevitably didn’t and shit hit the fan, the staff backpedaled again. Stating that klance was never meant to be interpreted as romantic and we were all fools for thinking otherwise. That’s happened in the past so it’s a reasonable defence, except for the fact that scenes with Keith and Lance tended to contain unnecessary parallels to canonically romantic relationships, (the bonding moment paralleling an allurance scene in season six and their talk at the start of season eight paralleling two scenes, hunay in season one and l*tura in season five). So it’s not unreasonable to be a little suspicious there. Klance was huge on the internet, it’s impossible for the crew to have been completely unaware of what they were doing.

Next I wanna talk shippers. I’m not saying that being disappointed that a ship didn’t become canon is a bad thing. But when you act like that’s the worst thing Voltron did amidst the sea of ableism, racism and homophobia it gets a little tiring. The fact that so many klancers rushed to demonize Allura after season seven and eight and add on that I saw more people complaining about klance not becoming canon king than Allura dying a completely unnecessary death to redeem L*tor of all people was the final straw. I washed my hands of klance and Voltron as a whole.

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So that’s my review of V*ltron. I was gonna do a separate review of season eight but I didn’t even finish s8 and to be honest it probably wouldn’t have been any more than the words “Fuck Vee El Dee, Allura Deserved Better” in big pink letters. And I know I probably made someone angry with this review but if you actually managed to stick around my ramblings all the way to the end then I salute you regardless of whether or not you agree with me.

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Fic: Numbers and Figures

To: @grumpsterkitty

From: @lesbianpearlfey

Happy Holidays grumpsterkitty!! I was so lucky to be your secret santa! I chose the prompt “Anything from Luna’s POV” I hope you like it!

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“Good morning, GTF-DM-L-016”

“….well, you still sound like dial up internet. Don’t worry, we’ll get that fixed. I have great hopes for you this time.”

—

“Good morning GTF-DM-L-016”

[GOOD MORNING, D O C T O R S I G M A K L I M].”

“Okay. That one actually made sense this time. Good job! Your ophthalmics should be working now, can you open your eyes?”

“It looks strange without the skin. How long until you get that done?”

“I think you’d look weird without your skin too, Akane. Don’t make my robots self conscious.”

“If you say so.”

“016? Do you know where your eyes are?”

“….”

“Okay. Good enough.”

—–

“016, you beautiful creation, I see you looking at me. Finally got those eyes working, huh?

“…”

“GTF-DM-L-016, how are you?”

“[I AM GOOD, DOCTOR SIGMA KLIM.]”

“You don’t even know what good means. You don’t know what anything means! How exciting it must be to be you right now.”

“….”

“GTF-DM-L-016, lift your right hand, please.”

“Good, and now your left.”

“Can you curl your fingers?”

“Count them out loud for me.”

“….Count your fingers out loud for me.”

[ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN. COMPLETE.]

“Good job. Make a fist. Now open your hand. Man, it’s so crazy how I say things and you do it.”

“Hold this for me. What do you think? Is it heavy?”

[YES, DOCTOR SIGMA KLIM].

“That’s right. Hold this in your other hand.”

“Which one is lighter?”

[……]

“Is the one in your left hand lighter or heavier in relation to the other one?”

[LIGHTER, DOCTOR SIGMA KLIM.]

“Okay. Lagomorph, make a note to change that name thing.”

(Compliance.)

—-

“GTF-DM-L-016, who am I?”

[DOCTOR SIGMA KLIM, BUT YOU ASKED ME TO CALL YOU, SIGMA.]

“Hmm. Try again.”

[….SIGMA.]

“Yes! Good job. I see your eyes are following me when I move. Did you notice that?”

[….YES.]

What does it feel like?

[INCREASED RANGE OF VISION.]

“Do you like it?”

[YES.]

“Can you describe what I look like?”

[SFDH -DFSGJF-DGFDHJHDSDS-]

“Hmm. Not quite yet.”

—–

“GTF-DM-”

“Put some skin on that robot, Doctor Klim.”

“I know. I’m working on it.”

“I’m serious.”

“I said I’d do it, okay?”

—

“GTF-DM-L-016, what’s the weather like?”

[IT IS CURRENTLY 67 DEGREES FARENHEIT INSIDE THE RHIZOME.]

“Akane, can we raise that two degrees– Nevermind. I said nevermind! I wasn’t going to say it, anyway. Leave me alone. Stop looking at me like that.”

“GTF-DM-L-016, want to know a secret? The number is 69. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

—–

“Okay. Look at me.” “….I don’t know why I made you look so much like her. I mean, I know why I did, because I have to, because that’s how I remember Luna being, but…”

“You didn’t really deserve this, did you? It’s not like you got a choice in the matter. It’s not like any of us here did.”

“You didn’t even get to know her. This necklace, this is hers. Maybe I’ll tell you about it one day. Maybe I’ll tell you everything.” “…Or maybe not.”

“I guess I was ready for you to look like Luna, huh? But you’re not really Luna yet. And you’re not her either. GTF-DM-L-016, who are you? What’s it like to be you right now?”

“I guess you’d say you can’t wait to find out. Well, if I didn’t know what was going to happen, I guess I would be too.”

——-

“Good news, GTF-DM-L-016! You’ve come along far enough that I think it’s time to give you a proper name. There’s been plenty of robots in this lab, but only one Luna, and I think you’re it. Congratulations.”

[……GOOD?]

“Yep. It’s almost like your birthday. Happy birthday, GTF-DM-L-016.”

[….THANK YOU.]

The man, Sigma, smiles. This is a good reaction. GTF-DM-L-016 is happy.

—-

“Oh, Sigma, she looks–”

“Yeah.”

—-

“Hey there! Can you introduce yourself to my colleague?”

The woman. Greying hair. [AKANE KURASHIKI]. Important, very important.

She opens her mouth. (She. Her mouth her eyes her feet her face her she robot alive alive alive).

[My name is Luna. It’s nice to meet you, AKANE KURASHIKI.]

Ms. Kurashiki looks impressed. She claps Sigma on the back and the two share a grin. Luna feels like she is part of the secret. She smiles, because she knows she is supposed to.

——

Luna looks at herself. She has pale skin and orange hair and a purple dress and blue eyes and white teeth and pink lips and black pupils and a necklace with a blue bird inside.

Yes!

Here she is, she is her, there is nobody else like her. She has skin and a face and she can walk and talk and she is happy! She is so happy to be able to do these things! She is Luna. Being Luna is a very important thing to be, perhaps the most important thing she’ll ever do.

Sigma is beside her straightening her collar and fixing her hair and Luna knows from all the information she has downloaded that this is something humans do to show affection, she thinks that’s what this is. But she is not jealous of humans and all their chemicals and synapses and things they can do without programming.

She’s Luna, and no one else can do the things she can. She was made for a purpose. She was made to help with the AB Game. It’s a very important project, you see. (What is it, um-)

Sigma seems amused. “Don’t get too excited,” he says, “There’s a lot of work to do outside this lab.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Sigma faces her. His face is tired and worn, skin wrinkled in a way hers will never be able to, but his eye still glows with pride. He looks her over, rough hands glancing over folds in her sleeve, smoothing her clothes to fit her better, positioning her necklace in front of her. She feels like a doll. She knows what a doll is. She knows so many things.

He is so strange and different from her. His skin, leathery and lived in. Raised scars on his knuckles from where he dropped a mug, hairs poking through the skin along his skin, dust and cells and oils. His body is a breathing, organic thing. His lungs, expanding inside his rib cage, his heart, always beating, red and alive inside him. Everything about him is so different from her. She is cold and still, hard machinery and wires that won’t fail her when she needs them. She is sturdy, built to last, and he is not. What a funny thing.

And even the doctor is a bit like hers. His arms and hands, sometimes too technical to seem natural. Little moments of stutters and stalls that remind her more of her own hands than those of a human’s. And his eye, round and intruding and altogether too garring next to his organic one, but she likes it that way. She likes him that way. All those parts of him makes her feel closer to him, in a way. A half robot. And her, a full robot.

His gaze seems to soften when he looks at her. “Alright, then,” he says, “I guess it’s time to put you to work.”

—-

Sometimes she finds herself missing the times when it was just her trying to grasp her own consciousness and understand simple things like who the man was in front of her and how she seemed to know such things. When it seemed to take all she had to just focus on simple things, much less follow orders. Everything is more complicated, but it isn’t a bad thing, the way she is now.

The entire Rhizome seems like second nature to her. Everything seems to be downloaded into her, and she is so in tune with it that it seems unthinkable that it wasn’t made just for her. All it’s rooms and elevators and hallways feel as comfortable to her and she revels in the small discoveries, like Ms. Kurashiki’s favorite type of teas or where the Doctor likes to hides the better rations for himself. All of this has been functioning for long before she was even a thought. The two of them, on the moon working, and now her too.

She feels honored to have been chosen for this role. Whatever they’re working on seems to be of monumental importance, and she’s an important part of it. Her! Some time ago she had not even known how to open her eyes or understand the things she was hearing, and now she was playing a part in an incredible machination of fate.

She hears them talking about it, sometimes, things like people whose names she doesn’t know and apocalypses, and Radical Six (this one she had heard about, she can recite facts about the virus forwards and back, but on one ever asks her to do so.) But more often than not, they talk about The Project.

She knows about that too.  A lot of the work has been done before her creation, and more often than not it’s Mrs. Kurashiki that relies on her for menial tasks. And whenever she asks, Mrs. Kurashiki says she will tell her more when it’s time to do so.

So she spends time taking orders from Mrs. Kurashiki, double checking puzzles and stocking rations and nodding when she is supposed to. Sometimes she won’t see the doctor for days at a time, as he is sequestered in his own labs, and sometimes he hardly seems to notice her at all.

But she’s walking, and she’s alive, and it’s more than she’s ever known to ask for, so she does her best to be helpful and supposes that’s all she can do.

And for a while, that’s all there is to it.

—

She finds him, as she often does, in the garden. He seems to alternate between B Garden and his labs, and in rare moments such as these, he doesn’t seem too eager to return to any particular thing.

She watches him. B Garden had also come along, in it’s own way, in no small part thanks to her. She finds a simple peace in the place. It is so unlike the rest of the facility, so many parts of it that couldn’t be replicated anywhere else. It’s just another reminder that it’s just the three of them, a little corner of life in this cold gray place.

But life on the Rhizome has been kind to her and so she does her best to return it’s kindness here, in turning the dirt and planting the seeds, and she enjoys the way the mud sticks to her cloths even if it makes the doctor sigh at the sight of her.

But now there isn’t much work left to be done. The tree that had been planted before her creation has grown into a sturdy thing, and it should grow long after any of them, she supposes. That’s what she likes about life. It persists. Even if it is just her and this tree, one day, it should be enough.

The rest of the garden has come along nicely. A shallow pool of water, an intricate laying of tiles below. The grass, soft and thin in the ventilated air. Even the waterfall by the outcrop of rocks is appreciated, in it’s artificial way, and she finds she likes the spray of mist on her face.

Is this what Earth is like? That place that the Doctor and Mrs. Kurashiki mention? Could it be like this all the time?

But it doesn’t matter if it is or not. She’s here, and this place is hers. It was built from the ground up, meant to bring life to the facility, and she appreciates its differences from the rest of the Rhizome. It’s real. And maybe if she stays there long enough, she could be real, too.

It’s quiet. Even the imported air seems stiller somehow, as if out of respect for the meaning this place is entrusted with. Every inch of it is a reminder of what the AB Project is truly for. And so she walks among it, reverent in the silence, a small part of this secluded paradise. Everything from the damp moss on the rocks to the stillness in the air was meant to be here, meant to be alive.

She finds him, as she always does, in B Garden. He’s seated on the bench but his gaze is turned to the side, as if watching something out of the corner of his eye. It’s as if he expects to see a ghost in his peripherals, and for a moment it seems as if he might be as she steps forward into his line of sight.

But the raw expression on his face is smothered after a moment, and he says “Oh, it’s you, Luna.”

“Yes,” She steps away from where she had obstructed his view of the unmarked grave and moves to sit beside him on the bench, smoothing her skirt out in front of her. “I thought I might find you here.”

“You as well,” he says, staring off into the off colored wall, “don’t think we don’t notice you sneaking in here to water the plants. The sprinkler system does that for us, you know.”

“I know,” she says, “I just thought they might get lonely.”

“The plants?”

“Yes, well,” her hand rises up to clutch her necklace. “You did dig up those skunk cabbages just last week.”

He smiles, patiently, “the plants don’t know the difference,” he says, “but I suppose it’s good to have empathy.”

“They’re living things, right?” She tosses him an experimental glance.

“I suppose. But not in the way in which they would have the capacity for emotions.”

“Well,” she stares at her shoes. “You could say I’m not living like that either. But I still feel emotions.”

“That’s right,” he lifts her chin and looks at her as if inspecting her circuits. “You’re much better in that regard. Much better than any seed you could put in the ground.”

She smiles against his loose grip, “Thank you, doctor,” she says.

He draws his hand away, and they lapse into silence. It’s one of the best parts of the B Garden. There aren’t any machines beeping, no engines churning, no gears locking in place. There’s nothing to interrupt silences such as these. She wishes they could stay this way forever, but she knows they cannot.

As if reading her mind, he rises from the bench and stretches, his spine popping at the movement.

“Actually,” he says, “it’s good that I caught you. I have someone I want you to meet.”

—–

And then there’s Kyle.

He is not like her. She had known that when Dr. Klim had explained the situation. He seems like her, at first glance, but underneath that stoic mask is a boy all the same.

Still, the idea of getting to do this is exciting all the same. It’s not what she was built for, per say, but the opportunity is a welcomed change all the same. But still, it’s strange, looking at him.

He is a human, and yet his flat, often bored tone betrays him to more of a robotic sense than even herself, who was programmed to hide such things. She is a machine with a human face, and the boy, Kyle, well…

“Hello, Kyle,” she crouches down and offers him a small smile, “I’m Luna. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” the boy says, sullenly. From the proximity she can see his eyes through his suit, guarded yet hopeful at the sight of her, and she feels something soft and careful grow inside her at the sight.

Yes. She can do this for him. She can be what he needs her to be. And so she smiles wider. From inside the suit, she can see by the way his corner of his eyes crinkle that he is doing the same.

It’s a wonderful, wonderful thought.

—

Kyle does things like hold her hand and ask her questions, and he begs her to tell him stories when she tucks him into bed, and she takes great delight in doing so. And yet the glow in his eyes still catches her off guard, and she finds herself wondering if she could ever look at someone else like that, if she even still has it in her. It’s a wonderful thing, to be human. And yet Kyle doesn’t even know how special he is, when he talks asks about where his father is and why Sigma never visits, and the sorrow in her seems to grow with every question asked about the doctor’s absence.

“He cares about you, Kyle,” she says to his sleeping form. “He cares about all of us. I know he does.”

Maybe faith is something programmed into her, or maybe it’s something all on her own, but she can hardly think a harsh thought against the doctor. It’s nothing like the petulant, frustrated sadness in Kyle’s eyes, in the way his hand clenched into fists, in the way his tear stained eyes bore into another closed door.

And so she holds him closer in those moments and though his suit is metallic and cold, she knows that inside he is so much more than that. Maybe even more than Sigma can see. Maybe more than he deserves to.

And so the child fists his hands in her skirt and hides behind her legs, and she teaches him games that she knows are good for his developing brain, and it’s a wonderful, wonderful thing, for as long as it lasts.

And he calls her “mommy,” quietly, as if still yet unsure, and the way she scoops him up in her arms makes them both laugh, and it feels warmer than anything else she could have hoped to create. She is so lucky to fill this roll in his life, and to have him be this for her, this thing she didn’t know she was missing. And for a while it is great fun to be what each other needed, to be able to do this. Because he is small and he needs her, and she needs him too.

And Luna is happy.

——

She doesn’t really know when it happens. Maybe if she did, it could have been prevented somehow. She could have been more careful, done more to preserve this, or maybe it doesn’t have a thing to do with her. Maybe this is just one of those things that humans do, things they can’t be programmed around or taught to for see.

But it still hurts. And it hurts more that she wasn’t prepared for it, that it happened somehow without her knowledge, and her only tip off that it had happened was Lagomorph’s chattering in the background as he tests out all the puns and the mean streak Sigma had coded into him just that morning.

But even that does nothing to compare to the way something inside her seems to fracture at the sight of Kyle’s eyes, sharp burning with betrayal at the sight of her.

“Go away!” Kyle screams at her through the door he had just slammed and she is still frozen, arm raised to where she had knocked. “Go away! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

Something in this must not compute, and for a moment several responses race through her brain before she says, just loud enough to be audible, “Kyle, please let me in.”

“No!”

Funny enough, a part of her wants to laugh. She wants to ask Sigma if he encoded a sensitivity to rejection in her, if he had thought that far ahead when she was just a pile of wires and screws. If he had known how much this would hurt and then had done it anyway, just so she would know just how much it hurt to be able to feel like this.

“I’m sorry, Kyle,” she tries. He doesn’t know her well enough to tell that the softness in her voice is real, and she doesn’t know if she knows herself well enough for that either.

“Go away,” she hears a thump from where he must have kicked something with his metallic covered foot. “You’re just a robot! I don’t want to see you. He put you up to this, didn’t he?”

“I,” she pauses, “he did, but–”

“You don’t even care about me,” he sobs, “You’re just programmed to feel things. You’re just a stupid robot.”

This isn’t about her. She knows this. She knows from the rawness in his voice that this is about Sigma not caring the way he should, that he thought it fit to fashion a replacement rather than to put any effort into being a parent. This is Sigma’s mistake brought down upon her, but it still hurts as if it has been her own.

“I wanted a real mother,” he repeats, “I thought you were real. Dad tricked me. He lied to me.”

“He didn’t lie,” Luna tries, “He wanted to make you happy, Kyle.”

“No he doesn’t!” Kyle’s voice takes on a shrill quality, “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

And then he falls silent, angry and brooding in the way he is prone to be. And he doesn’t answer her when she calls or knocks on his door. And he doesn’t answer her the next day, or the next. And so, slowly, the resumes her old activities.

When she reports this to Sigma, he doesn’t even look up from his screen, simply muttering that the child was whiny, and that hurt too. And it hurt to see Sigma not care, and it hurt to see Kyle avoid her, and it hurt to see the way he looked at Mrs. Kurashiki when she visited. And it hurt even more that she felt this way, that she was able to feel this way. It hurt more than she knew what to do with, and so she sits in B Garden and looks at her reflection and wonders why she was able to feel this way at all.

—-

This feeling inside her has permeated all her wires and plastics. It’s in the places between her metal plates, every corner where emotions were not meant to go, and it seems to weigh her down, somewhat.

She doesn’t really know how the heart she doesn’t have could be so heavy, how she could care so much about being that are so different from herself. She doesn’t know why it matters to her that Kyle doesn’t accept her, that Sigma doesn’t care about his son. In reality, it has nothing to do with her. She was created to help with the AB Project. And this, though important, isn’t it. She wasn’t made to care as deeply as she does. But she carries it with her still.

It’s a careful, tenuous thing, weighing her down like the bird cage on her neck and yet still dragging with every artificial breath she is programmed to take. Everything about her is meant to mimic humanity, and yet Kyle is right. At her core, she is not one of them. She is a mess of parts and programs. She is a thing. And things can be replaced, forgotten.

It had been nice to think she could be one of them. But even if her feelings grow too big for her metal frame, even if she hopes hard enough, she will only ever be what she’s made to. And that hurts her, too. This limitation. The inability to be more than she is.

Perhaps that is the beauty of humanity as well. They can grow and change in ways she will never be able to. And even that hurts more than it should.

She finds herself envying the stillness of B Garden. The doctor was right. The plants don’t feel, and yet she still feels for them. She wonders on the life of every little thing, and it feels like something much bigger for her, much too much for her to handle.

These plants live, but they don’t have to feel. The grass doesn’t know it’s purpose. It just exists. It just is. But she was made to be much bigger than herself, she was born into something that had been in motion years prior. Even when the doctor looks at her, she sometimes gets the sense it’s not her he’s talking to.

She stops walking. She sees the grave off to the side. Tu Fui, Ego Eris, it says, without offering much more as to whom it belongs to. It isn’t like her to have that curiosity, but every sight of the Doctor hunched in front of it makes her at once wonder more of why she was here. She could be anyone. Why this necklace, why this face? Was anything she had now really meant to be hers?

She’s inherited all of it, her orange hair, her big heart. She’s borrowed this necklace just like she’s borrowed the Doctor’s affections, and even he doesn’t want her for it. It should be enough to just have a duty to fulfill. But Lagomorph wasn’t burdened with thought and emotions. It’s only her in this big open space.

And even with the life around her, nothing in this room was meant to exist as it did. Everything was manufactured at the whims of the Doctor and Mrs. Kurashiki. Everything she has, she has to give to them.

“I thought I might find you here.”

She whirls around, caught off guard, “Oh,” she gasps, “I’m so sorry, I was just taking a moment–”

“It’s fine.” Sigma sits on the bench, “I’m also taking a moment.”

She looks at him. She used to feel so close to him, so proud to be one of his creations. He seems older, his hair more gray than black, the wrinkles etched deeply onto his skin, deeper than she remembers her being. And yet even with his robotics, she feels more different than she has ever been. It is just another reminder that she is something that time can’t touch.

She sits down cautiously beside him. It isn’t like her to be having such doubts. It wasn’t what she was made to do.

“Doctor, I…” She pauses, unsure of how much she should reveal.

He nods. “You’re not as stoic as you would like to think, Luna,” he says, “in fact, I think it is a virtue of yours.”

She sighs. “Thank you, doctor.”

“You are upset about Kyle, right?” The doctor shrugs, “these things can’t be helped. It should be good for him to learn that he can’t always get what he wants.”

She winces, but can’t find it in her to respond.

He looks over to her, both eyes robotic and unfeeling. “You must think me cold towards the boy. But I’m telling you, it can’t be helped.”

“What do you mean?”

Sigma sighs, “The other versions of….”

She waits, but he does not continue. He seems to be thinking hard on something, and so she grants him that luxury.

“I suppose you could relate to this, Luna,” he says, finally, “You were programmed to do certain things, right? And there are some things you’ve developed on your own. If someone from the future told you that they remembered you being a certain way a year from now, then next year you would want to act that way so that that memory of you could exist for them.”

She clasps her hands together in worried thought.

He continues without noticing. “And so, a year from now, your behavior is already decided. Whether you want to do it or not.”

She mulls it over.  “So you’re cold towards Kyle because you’re programmed to be?”

He looks pained, “Not exactly,” he says, “I suppose there is some free will to it. But even if I wanted to be better, I can’t. Because Kyle needs to have these memories of me in order to act a certain way in the AB Project, when the time comes.”

Something clenches inside of her. “That’s horrible,” she murmurs.

“It is,” he agrees, “Humans are all the same way. There’s no free will to any of it.”

“I…” she watches the fluorescent lights play across the walls of the metal mousetrap they’re in. “I don’t know if I agree, Doctor.”

He smiles, tiredly. “You might, when all of this is said and done. Humans are…determined to believe that they can change things, but every decision they have is already laid out for them. It’s just the illusion of free will that exists. So maybe, in a way, you’re more like us that you thought.”

For a while, the only sound is the vents and the water, all programmed to act a certain way. The whole Rhizome is an organism, breathing when it is supposed to, functioning in the only way it knows how. And yet it does not know that it’s entire purpose has already been planned out, that it will never be more than it is now. And if humanity is the same way, and if she is the same way, then maybe that’s all there is to it for anybody.

“I like to think there’s more to it than that,” she says, staring off into the garden.

He reaches over to grasp at her necklace, rotating the cage between his fingers,

“Yes,” he says, inspecting the bird within it’s bars. “You would.”

She watches him from the corner of her eyes. The doctor, so elusive and mystifying. She had once thought she had known him well, and was the only one to do so, but the more she learns about the AB Project the less she seems to think that.

No matter how he may care about her, she is a pawn, just the way Kyle is. Who’s to say the way he’s treating her now isn’t because of some future premonition, and not out of a genuine desire to know her?

“You shouldn’t worry about these things,” he says, as if sensing her thoughts, “You shouldn’t worry about a thing, my dear.”

“I try not to,” she admits, as he holds the cage in his hand, “But it’s hard.”

“Yes,” he agrees, gravely, with something in his voice that she can’t quite place as the music box begins to play. “It is hard to care. It’ll hurt you, though I pray that’s not the case. I only ask that you keep doing it. It’ll means more than you know.”

“I will, Doctor.”

He releases her necklace with a weary sigh. “Have you heard the story of Mytyl and Tytyl?”

She has, many times, and they both know it. It’s something she’s required to know, though she doesn’t yet know why.

“Tell me,” he prompts.

And she does.

—-

The doctor was right, she realizes, as her functions shut down, as every bit that made her human slowly falls away. It is hard to care. It’s harder than anything she’s ever had to do. Because deep down, she’s a mess of wires and parts. But deeper inside that, she wants the AB Project to succeed. She wants to live, and she wants others to live as well.

But she wasn’t able to do that. More than half of the participants were dead, and now Sigma had elected to stay with her rather than escape with Quark and Phi. It was a selfish, irrational thing. And yet, she is grateful for it, as she sinks into his lap, as her body grows cold and heavy.

She is grateful for it, as she rests against him with a body that has long since been able to feel his touch. And she says everything she has been instructed to say in this moment, with her tired, raspy voice, and she says things she hasn’t been instructed to say. Like that she’s afraid to die, and…she probably deserves it, too.

But the B Garden is where she loves to be. Even with a Sigma who seems different than the one who had created her, it’s still him. And even if she’s not human, this moment feels like the most she could be.

Maybe in some other world, fate could be kinder to her. It could allow her to stay, and she really, really wants to. And so she hopes Kyle can forgive her for not being what he needed. And she hopes that, if she ever sees the Doctor again, he could forgive her too, for being in this state. But then her body is shut down and the thought is lost. And it was meant to be that way, too. He programmed Lagomorph to do that, just like he programmed her to feel it, and so far everything has gone according to plan. And so she hears him call her name, his voice heavy in her head, and she hears her music box wind down, and the last of her awareness slips away with the chiming of the blue bird and the single fleeting thought that she too could one day be free.

[yuki7900archive]

Movie!Nya x Female Reader

This entire thing is like, almost 25,000 words long so I gotta separate this into so many parts just to post it all on this site smh. I think it’ll be 6 or 7 parts? We’ll find out as I post em I guess haha

You were not overly fond of the idea of having to leave everything behind. No child usually is now that I really think about it. Who wants to leave all they've ever known and go to an entirely new place that they'd never even heard of? No one. I speak from personal experience here readers. Moving house? Totally sucks. At least in the first few weeks. In the grand scheme of things, it's not the end of the world. Sometimes it's even for the better. I know that can be hard to believe, but trust me on this one.

You had moved to Ninjago because your mom had some important work-related stuff to do here. She said they were low on staff or whatever, and needed her over there. You didn't want to leave your home but you didn't really have a choice, still being in high school and not having a job. So with much reluctance, you left and came here. It hadn't been awful so far. You supposed you couldn't really complain after less than 24 hours. But the moment you headed to school you were filled with dread. Your previous school was filled with enough bullies as it was, what would this school be like? You hoped not that bad. But after seeing how silent the front yard went when a blonde haired teen in a green hoodie got off the bus, you had your doubts. It was just total silence as he walked up the path to the front door, apart from the occasional whisper. He was smiling and pretending everything was okay, but it wasn't. You knew it wasn't. You could tell by the look in his eyes.

Suddenly this kid on a skateboard came zooming past, pushing the blonde to the floor and causing him to scrape his knee. Everyone erupted into laughter as the boy pushed himself off the ground, obviously in pain but trying to mask it with a smile. You had scowled and ran over to the blonde, holding out your hand to him. He saw your hand and looked up at you, looking a little confused.

"Are you oka-" Before you could finish your sentence you heard a male voice call from behind you.

"I wouldn't do that." You had turned around to see a boy with chocolate brown hair that flopped over one side of his face strolling slowly down the steps, his arms crossed as he stared you dead in the eye. He was wearing a blue jacket with the schools initials sewn on in white, a golden outline surrounding the letters "N" and "H" to make them stand out better on the clothing. He was followed by two girls just behind him, both cheerleaders. One was a blonde, her hair tied in twin ponytails, whilst the other was a brunette with long wavy hair that went past her shoulders. They both wore the same cheerleader outfit, blue vest and white skirt to match the guy's jacket. You had to assume he was a cheerleader too (I mean, he was carrying Pom Pom's). His thin lips were smirking as he stopped before you, and it was then, in that very moment, that you'd decided this guy was an asshole.

"You're new here, so we'll all excuse your ignorance." The boy acted like he was doing you a favour, like he was being the kindest person on the earth. Wow. Truly an asshole, you were right. He seemed kind of like the Queen Bee, and yes he most certainly was a Queen. He had his hands on his hips as he looked down upon you with that high and mighty smirk of his. "But, you can't help him."

You had said nothing, giving him a blank stare before taking the blonde kid's hand and helping him up off the ground. After all, why say anything to him at all? He was a bully, and a total waste of your time. Why would you wanna make chit-chat with someone so rude and mean when you could be be-friending this seemingly harmful and sweet person stood next to you?

The brunette had laughed a little and sighed, running a hand through his flowing locks. The girls behind him giggled as they stared at you with furrowed brows and grins. You wanted to roll your eyes. Really? They were gonna be acting like this at their age? How long had they been going to high school for? Were they really still acting like children?

"Okay...allow to me to explain things for you." He spoke to you in a patronising tone, making you frown. Was he being serious? You really did roll your eyes this time. "He's Lloyd Garmadon. Son of Lord Garmadon." He finished speaking and looked at you smugly, as did the other two girls. Everyone else surrounding you both seemed to be pulling the same face too. Was that it? Was that all he had to say? He told you his name. Ooh, how spooky. You were shaking. Truly. You blinked and raised a brow at him, shrugging.

"Who?" Not a single student didn't gasp and lean back in surprise upon hearing you say that word. Even the blonde beside you was shocked. He looked at you, mouth agape and wide eyed. You were even more confused. Why were they all looking at you like you'd murdered someone? Was it that big of a deal you didn't know who they were talking about?

"You don't...know about Lord Garmadon?" The boy in front of you placed a hand on his chest dramatically. He waited for your answer as you glanced around at everybody. They were all staring at you in horror. You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked again.

"Should I know who Lord Garmadon is?" You continued to glace around at everyone before your eyes landed back on the teenage cheerleader. A smile spread across his face as he chuckled. His friends did the same, whispering something to each other and giggling. What was so funny?

"Oh, don't worry." He put his hands on his hips and grinned, glancing at Lloyd as he stood beside you. "You'll find out soon enough." His eyes narrowed at the boy as the blonde averted his gaze to the floor, clenching his fists. The brunette clicked his fingers and began walking away, his friends following after him like trained puppies. You never thought you could hate someone so much in the space of a minute. You were sure you were going to loathe him for your whole life.

"See you later, Garmadork!" He paused to turn around and look at you again. Ugh, what did he want now? "And new girl, when you finally find out who we are talking about, come and look for me. I'll be here for you when you realise the mistake you've made." With that he walked back inside the school, the entire front yard still staring at you and the blonde. Quiet resumed for about three seconds after that, you just standing and staring at the doors as they closed. What was his deal? So obnoxious.

"Wow." You sighed. What a weird start to the day. You turned to the boy beside you with a worried expression. "Are you okay? Your knee is bleeding. Do you wanna go to the nurse and get it checked out?"

"A-Ah," Lloyd looked down at his knee, the blood seeping through the cut in the fabric of his jeans. "It's okay, I know someone who can patch it up. The school nurse won't see me anyway, heh..."

You had crossed your arms in curiosity. "What? But that's her job!"

"Yeah well...son of Lord Garmadon." He gave you an awkward smile as he shrugged and gripped the straps of his bag, beginning to walk inside to school. You jogged up to him and walked alongside him, totally intrigued by this "Lord" everyone was speaking of. And why did they call him a Lord? You thought your mom had said this city had a mayor.

"I don't understand, why is that such a big deal?" He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze averted to the ground momentarily as he bit his lip. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets as you two walked up the stone slab stairs.

"Well, thing is—" Suddenly, Lloyd was cut off when another boy appeared out of nowhere, causing both you and the blonde to jump out of shock.

"Hello Lloyd, and fellow teenager." The boy nodded to you. You stared at the stranger who began strolling along with you two. He had the palest skin you'd ever seen, crystal blue eyes, hair as white as snow. He wore a light blue button-up shirt with a dark blue sleeveless sweater over the top of it. It looked kind of like a Christmas sweater, but the pattern on the front was so obscure you couldn't for the life of you make out what it was even supposed to be. But, why was he even wearing a sweater? A Christmas one too? For one thing, it wasn't Christmas, and it wasn't it kind of warm? His actions were very precise and calculated, not to mention the way he spoke was very odd. Maybe he's a robot, you chuckled to yourself. I know, crazy. Why would a robot even be at this school anyway?

"Hey Zane," Lloyd greeted him with that awkward smile of his. "(Y/N), this is Zane. Zane, this is (Y/N)." He introduced you to one another. Zane had looked at you with a poker face briefly as if analysing your features, before a smile spread on his face and he held his hand out to you. "It is very nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

You gave him a small laugh, finding him charming and rather adorable. You didn't know any teenager to shake hands upon meeting someone new. It was quite cute in some ways. So, you took a hold of his hand and shook it gently. "Nice to meet you too, Zane. I like your hair. It's very cool."

"Thank you!" He seemed happy with your compliment. You did like his hair a lot though, your (H/L), (H/C) seemed bland in comparison.

Lloyd pushed the front doors to the school open and immediately you were all met with a loud, echoing "bro" coming from down the corridor. You had looked to see where it came from and saw a brunette running towards you all so quick you didn't have time to be scared. Now his hair really was something, he looked like an anime protagonist with that hairstyle. It suited him well though. His attire was mostly red. Red jacket, red jeans, red shoes, but his shirt was white. Red must be his favourite colour, you thought with a hum as he got closer.

"Yo!" He skidded in front of you all, staring at you with a grin. He seemed rather energetic, raring to go. He seemed quite friendly too. He just had this certain aura about him that didn't make you feel awkward around him, even though you'd never met him in your life. It sort of felt like you'd always known him. "Who's this bro? Ya' didn't tell me ya got a girlfriend!"

"Kai- no!" Lloyd blushed and sighed as Kai laughed, seeing his best friend hide his face in embarrassment.

"I'm only messing! Don't worry," He nudged you playfully on the arm. "Seriously bro, nice to meet ya'! I'm Kai, Lloyd's best bro. And if you two are bro's, then you're my bro too, so bring it in bud, let's hug." Without hesitation he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug, lifting you off the ground. You giggled a little and hugged him back, unable to resist (you loved hugs) as you flailed your legs slightly. He was obviously a hugging kind of person.

"I-I'm (Y/N)!" You told him as he put you back down on the ground. "Nice to meet you, Kai." He nodded his head.

You all carried on your way down the corridor before stopping at a set of lockers, two other boys greeting you upon arrival. The first boy was leaning against the orange lockers, and you were sure if he stood up straight he would tower over you. He wore a navy blue vest, the letters "AC/DC" on the front. He was clearly an AC/DC fan. He was carrying a black boom box in one arm, the music was quietly coming from the speakers. He had slightly messy raven locks along with a smirk on his face that told you he had an attitude. An attitude of "I don't care," which you honestly wished you had. He was also rather muscular, which is probably why he opted to wear something without sleeves. Whether it was to show them off or because shirt's with sleeves didn't fit him you weren't entirely sure. The boy next to him contrasted his height as he was really small, easily the smallest out of all of you. He wore a vibrant orange scarf that almost hurt to look at and clashed with his bold blue jumper (one that was a little too big for him). He was fiddling with his fingers as you all approached, picking at his slightly dirty nails. With his brown locks that curled everywhere and that shy and tiny smile on his freckled face, you couldn't help but internally coo.

"Hey guys!" The small boy gave a timid wave to all of you. He had an accent too. You thought you were gonna die, he was adorable.

"Hey Jay, Cole. This is (Y/N)." Cole nodded his head and saluted, not saying a word. Dang, he was so cool. Jay had also nodded his head, smiling wider for you.

"Nice to meet you guys." You had grinned at them both.

"Hey, Lloyd," Cole spoke up, looking toward the blonde with a raised brow. "What happened to your leg?" It was then everyone stopped to look at the scrape on his knee. He gritted his teeth and scratched behind his ear, not looking any of his friends in the eye.

"A-Ah, I fell over outside. I'm fine."

"You only fell because someone pushed you over." You inputted, causing the others to furrow their brows.

"What? Who pushed him over?" Kai asked you but you could only shrug.

"Some kid on a skateboard. I went over to help Lloyd up and then this cheerleader dude came up to us and started acting like a total jerk." You explained the short story to them as all the boys looked at each other. The black haired teen had sighed and switched his boom box off with a small huff.

"Chen." All five of them said in unison. You took it that that meant it was a frequent occurrence for him to appear and act like that. Wow, you looked forward to seeing him again. And yes, that was sarcasm.

"I swear I'm gonna kill him one day-" The boy in red growled and balled his fists up in anger.

"Kai, please calm down." Lloyd pleaded and grabbed his wrist before he took off in search of the brunette. "He didn't do anything to me."

"That's true. He just stood there and talked down to me instead. He didn't even touch Lloyd." All of the boys continued to look at you. Zane was frowning, Jay was hiding in his scarf a little (so cute, god damn), Cole had crossed his arms after putting his boom box down on the floor, Kai had scowled and put his hands on his hips, whilst Lloyd just looked to the floor and bit his lip. Chen must have been giving Lloyd trouble for a long time. Poor kid.

"What did he say to you?" The spikey-haired boy opposite where you stood raised a brow. You crossed your arms and clicked your tongue.

"Nothing intelligent." You heard a snort come from Cole, him slightly amused by your response. "He just told me not to help Lloyd because he's the son of some Lord? Or whatever. Which, by the way, people still haven't explained to me why that's even significant?"

It went silent again and this time they all glanced at Lloyd. You couldn't believe it was happening again.

"Dude...she doesn't know?" His best friend had folded him arms across his chest and leaned toward Lloyd a little. You had scowled.

"Please, one of you explain to me why his dad is such a big deal." You pleaded and waited for an answer. None of them responded at first, not sure who should tell you. They all averted their gazes from each other briefly before Kai had spoken up again, deciding he'd be the one to explain.

"Alright..." He exhaled. "Well, thing is, Lloyd's dad is—"

Once again you were stopped from getting the answer you so desperately wanted, as you heard a motorbike rev it's engine from the end of the corridor. But...that couldn't be, right? Motorbikes weren't allowed in school—

"Watch out! Comin' through!" You heard a female voice call as she turned the corner, sure enough, on a motorbike. You were in awe as she drove down the hall and came to halt in front of all of you. Everyone walking past glared at her, but you just stared as you were unable to tear your gaze away. She grinned at your group as she shut off her motorbike engine. "Hey, 'sup bros." She rested her head in the palm of her hand.

"Hey, sis." The brunette had said with a grin. He looked at you again and blinked. "Ah, Nya, come and meet (Y/N). She just started today." The girl looked at you momentarily and waved, climbing off her bike and coming over to greet you properly.

"Nice to meet 'ya. I'm Nya, Kai's twin sis. It's nice to have another girl in the group." She joked. "Don't get me wrong, I love these guys but, ya' know what I mean, right?" You nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I got ya. It's a girl thing." You couldn't seem to stop smiling as you spoke to her. She had such a contagious smile, much like her brother's. She had her pitch black locks tied back in a high ponytail with a silver band, some strands framing her face and a fringe covering her forehead. She had a beauty mark just diagonal from her right eye, you saw, and it really did add to her appearance. The girl wore a leather jacket atop her striped, black and white shirt, along with some ripped denim jeans a pair of black converse. She looked cool. Even cooler than Cole.

"Yeah, you get it." She crossed her arms and nodded her head with a grin.

"Yeah," The other ravenette had interjected. "And she's also already been face to face with Chen today. Literally the first thirty seconds after arriving on school grounds." The teenager had frowned and pursed her lips. She gave a small "ooh" sound.

"Damn. Did you piss him off that quickly?" She smirked and you shrugged.

"I helped Lloyd off the floor and he just got up in my face." The girl had hummed, gently punching your arm.

"Well good for you for standing your ground. That takes guts. Not many people would do that for Lloyd." She crossed her arms. "Don't worry about him though, we got each other's back. He gives our whole group trouble." Everyone nodded in agreement with her statement.

"Yup! We are known as the Dork Squad. So welcome to the Dork Squad." You heard Jay say from behind you.

"Glad to be a part of the Dork Squad." You had laughed a little as they all smiled at you. It was then you suddenly remembered what you had been wanting to know before you had been interrupted (for a second time). "So...Kai, you were telling me about Lloyd's dad?"

"Woah, hold up." Nya blinked. "You don't know?" You sighed and shook your head.

"I've been tryna find out for the past five minutes, but something always-" The bell for first class rang and you let your head flop down. "Interrupts."

Nya had patted your back. "It's alright bro, I can explain on the way to class."

[statierogers]

You know  - Steve Rogers

Title: You know 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve is keeping secrets from the reader, trying to protect her. But (Y/N) is not having that. (btw: the reader has mind powers)

Words: 4267

Warnings: None

Genere: I don’t even know. Fluffy?

A/N: Something that was supposed to be short but I got waaaaay into it. I really love the reader's powers. Thinking about writing an imagine with a reader with powers like this and Bucky. wouldn’t that be interesting? 

((AN 22.11.2021 - I have slightly rewritten this and changed the title, It was called “Stop Protecting me” before))

- Katie xx

My Masterlist

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/L/N) - Your last name

Your name: submit What is this?

°°°

The noise of (Y/N)'s steps on the floor were the only sound to be heard in the kitchen of the Avengers compound. It was unusually empty. She wasn't sure how that could happen. She just came back from a mission yesterday. So she may have let herself sleep until 10. Usually, her Teammates came in motion around 8 a.m. Tony would be somewhere in the lab. He probably even slept there. He tended to work into the morning hours on some new Gimmick and barely made it home, which would piss Pepper off. 

Bucky and Sam would be back from their morning run, and Wanda and Vision would be having breakfast. But (Y/N) didn't even meet one Avenger on her way here. Not even Steve, and he was always around somewhere. He would greet her good morning, give her a gentle smile and would basically spend his whole day with her. Steve and (Y/N) liked each other. A lot. It wasn't a secret. Both knew there was more than a friendship between them. They practically already acted like a couple. They fought like an old married couple and they sometimes slept in each others bed when the others needed comfort.

"FRIDAY? Where is everyone?" she asked while she poured herself coffee into her favourite mug. It was an Iron Man Mug that Tony gave to her for Christmas. 

"I'm not supposed to say," the robotic voice sounded guilty.

(Y/N) shook her head confused and stopped mid-movement.

"What? Why? Tell me!" she said.

"I'm afraid it's classified Miss (Y/L/N)," Friday answered. 

(Y/N) put the cup down on the counter forcefully. Tony must have tinkered with the system, and Friday had a bug. She was ready to walk down to the lab and yell at him, just as Tony's assistant entered the kitchen. She had a tray full of empty coffee cups in her hands and looked strangely guilty when she spotted (Y/N).

"Oh, Julie. Where is everyone?" (Y/N) asked her.

The slim woman put the cups down on the table next to her and turned around. As fast as she came in, she walked out again. (Y/N) frowned and shook her head to herself. 

"What the Hell?" (Y/N) mumbled and followed her.

What was going on this morning? She wasn't sure if she should be angry or worried. They were either keeping secrets from her, or something happened to them. She hated either of these options. 

"Julie? Why are you walking away?" she yelled, catching up with the woman, who looked torn.

"I am not supposed to say," she said and sped up.

Did they brainwash people to say that sentence to her? First FRIDAY and now her. Even in her heels, Julie could walk really fast. (Y/N) would have been impressed if she wasn't really irritated by her. (Y/N) stepped around her and looked deeply into her eyes. 

"Who told you not to tell me? I'd prefer you would tell me yourself instead of me looking into your head," (Y/N)'s voice was daunting.

She had the power to read minds or control them. It was a scary power for everyone. Even (Y/N) was scared of what she could do. And it was hard to get close to people in an honest way. She had to control herself to not take a peek into peoples heads. But it was a valuable skill to have in battle if it wouldn't exhaust her so much. It didn't take long for her to find something out on an untrained mind like Julie's. But there could be trained minds. They were harder to crack. Just like really stubborn people, for example, Steve. When she came here, she tried to have a look into his mind. As soon as she reached out, Steve had turned to her with an angry look. It's like he felt it. He felt her advance. She didn't try further because she was intimidated by the soldier. It's funny how people were usually uncomfortable around her, but Steve never seemed to care.

Although (Y/N) had threatened Julie, she still didn't say what was going on.

"Miss. I am certainly scared of you, but he scares me more," she mumbled. 

(Y/N) furrowed her brows. Not quite so sure anymore. But her aggressive stance flattered. She didn't want to force her way into an innocent girls head. Even though she had no idea what was going on or what exactly Julie meant. She didn't want the girl to be scared and quit her job. Tony couldn't afford to lose another one. 

"What?" (Y/N) just mumbled, furrowing her brows. 

That moment the door to their left opened, and Natasha and Clint stepped out. As soon they saw (Y/N), they lowered their eyes. 

"Don't lower your eyes at me!" she scowled. 

They didn't want her to see into their heads. Although she knew Tasha and Clint would fight her off. Before they could say a word to the young woman, Tony, Sam and Wanda interrupted by following them out of the room. Great, then she would just do it on one of them. She hated using her power on her friends. But (Y/N) decided to go for the weakest of the trio and grabbed him by his shoulder. His face had a shocked expression as (Y/N) starred into his eyes to look for the answer. She only picked up some shreds of Tony's memories. Enough for context. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"He is in there," Tony mumbled and pointed at the closed door.

She didn't even want to have this fight with Steve, but his recent behaviour was ridiculous. She let go of Tony and stormed into the room. It was one of the main mission meeting rooms the compound had. There were still some mugs and random papers spread out on the big table in the middle of the room. The screen on the right wall showed a map with a few red dots. They were having a meeting for a mission that apparently required most Avengers. Well, all except her, apparently. Or at least that is what Steve thought. Said man was currently sitting on the glass table discussing something with Bucky. The Cap's muscular back was facing her. Bucky looked generally shocked when she entered. Steve just turned in his seat slowly. He looked like he knew who was there before even laying his eyes on her. 

"(Y/N)," he said calmly.

Steve didn't even look ashamed. He didn't look like he'd done something wrong. He also didn't move up from his chair. No smile, no good morning. (Y/N) felt hurt, and she missed her soft Steve. Those blue eyes that looked at her adoringly just yesterday when she had returned. Bucky, on the other hand, who had recovered from his surprise, rose from the office chair. He walked over to the girl to give her a hug. She shifted her focus from one soldier to the other. For (Y/N), it was always weird how smooth Bucky was. He had the strut of dangerous men but the most boyish smile in the world. She most definitely understood how the women fell for him. He was polite, handsome and charming. 

"Hi. Have you slept well? How was your mission?" he asked and hugged her.

(Y/N) smiled. She couldn't hide it. Buck was one of her closest friends. They met about a year ago. (Y/N) knew Bucky like no one else. That was only because she fixed his mind. She was the one who pulled Bucky out. She removed the trigger words. This was a long and exhausting procedure for both of them, which brought them really close together. They had seen each other worst moments. (Y/N) hadn't seen Bucky in a few weeks. He was one of the few Avengers who didn't live here, like Tony, Clint and Natasha. Bucky was really fun to be around, so she had missed him. 

Steve didn't like it at all when Bucky did that. When he acted that way around his girl. Well, she wasn't his. He wanted her to be, though. Before she even met Bucky, Steve knew the girl. She was there when they had the first mission as Avengers. She was there when SHIELD fell. In the beginning, it was just a strong friendship he felt for her. But after a while, it transformed into love. She was there as soon as he entered this century, and she hadn't left him since. Even when he tore the Avengers apart, even when Thanos rained down hell on them, and both of them barely survived. (Y/N) stayed. Fought with him. And when she healed his best friend, he was there every step of it. He sat at her bed when the exhaustion took over, and she had to take a break. He had smiled down at her. It had pained him seeing her this way, but she saved his best friend, and he was forever grateful for that. 

"Hi, James. Well, I got a new scar," she said, letting him go. 

She took her hair to the side and showed him the scar on her shoulder. Bucky raised his eyebrows at the still fresh red flesh. 

"An Arrow. Probably would have ended worse if T'Challa wouldn't have been there," she mumbled, letting her hair fall again.

Steve remembered frantically touching that scar over and over again yesterday. She had told him so many times that she was okay, but he didn't believe her. He even had the Doctor check her over again. And when she crawled into his bed because he insisted on not leaving her side for a while, he had starred at it and decided that he hated it. Steve knew she had a few scars here and there, and he didn't mind them at all. He loved them like he loved her, but he still hated it when another was added to the collection. Steve was angry at himself for not joining her on the mission. He was thinking about it before she went, but she had assured him she would be fine with T'Challa by her side. But if that arrow had been only an inch closer, she could have died. He wanted to protect her, which was also why he didn't tell her about today's mission meeting. Yes, they would need every member for this. But he was too scared for her safety. There was nothing he loved more than her. And so he didn't want her to go. To get hurt, again. And he knew she could take care of herself, but what about him? He wouldn't be able to concentrate with her out there. What an incredibly selfish thought of him that actually was.

"Yea, I know those. They suck. I have a scar from one on my leg," Bucky mentioned pointing at the spot.

Steve furrowed his brows. He couldn't believe he actually felt jealous. That was the first time he felt angry over not scaring. The serum took that from him. Not from Bucky, though. He didn't like how much in common they had. He knew it was stupid. But his heart overruled his head, and before he could stop himself, he interfered. 

"Bucky, you can go now the meeting is over," he said and rose from his chair.

His friend and the girl both turned to him. (Y/N) pretty pissed at his behaviour, but Bucky just smiled. He knew. He knew what exactly Steve had on his mind. And not because they just talked about it. But Bucky knew Steve. He knew he was in love with the girl. He also understood how jealous he was. And Bucky was really annoyed about the fact that they didn't just tell each other how they felt. But maybe today was the day they would. So he turned to the door, giving them the chance.

"Well, I guess I'll let you two talk. Just bare in mind we have to leave in 10," he said and left.

(Y/N)'s eyes followed Bucky out of the door. Only as the door closed, she turned around to face Steve. Her stance was defensive. She was angry at him. He could see that. 

"What is this?" she asked, making a gesture tracing the room.

Steve crossed his muscular arms over his chest. (Y/N) was sure she heard him huff.  

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said.

His voice was dripping with authority. He would only use that voice when he was talking about missions or when he was talking to new recruits.

"Steve. You held a mission meeting without me," she complained.

Pretty much stating the obvious. She knew he was playing innocent; he wasn't stupid. Steve was just a thing coy he must have known this would bother her. What was up with him?

"Well, I don't need you for this mission. Your abilities are not required," he answered and moved to the iPad.

He was typing on something now. Trying to look busy. So he didn't have to see that face. Those intensive eyes of hers. 

"Don't talk to me like I am one of them. Like I am just one of your recruits. It's me (Y/N)... It's us, Steve. Now look me in the eyes and talk to me" (Y/N) yelled, now throwing her hands into the air.

She hated when he acted like this. So stubborn. It hurt. It hurt that the person, that meant so much to her would act so cold and disinterested towards her. 

"I don't know what you mean. You got hurt from your last mission. You are still in recovery. If I l let you on that field now, you will be over-exhausted after reading one mind," he just said, lazily lifting his arm to point at her shoulder. 

This time glancing into her direction before lowering his gaze again. This action confused her. Steve was never scared to look at her. 

"Rogers, I am going on this mission if you want to or not."

Anger laced her voice. She would not let him do this, not to her. He would not bench her. She was an asset to them, and a tiny fresh scar wouldn't stop that. Steve was overreacting. Yesterday his worried seemed endearing and made her heart flutter, but she would have never thought this what it would come to. He turned to her now, looking up from his tablet. His eyes were angry. (Y/N) didn't need to see into his head to know he was just as pissed as her. But she just challenged him. Steve was a leader, a soldier. He was her boss in a way. And her not listening, refusing his order made him angry. In his mind, she was the stupid and immature one. She would endanger herself. Her recklessness was always pointed out by Steve. But this was (Y/N) and Steve; they talked about their issues and made up; they never just yelled at each other for no reason. But today, he didn't seem to wanna listen or talk to her. She sighed, remembering that they had to leave soon. 

"I'll see you at the jet," she mumbled and tried walking past Steve.

But he stepped in front of the door. His hands to his hips. (Y/N) was sure his tight blue shirt would explode if he decided to flex his muscles more. He tried to intimidate her. She knew that. His need for control was too big for his body. She sucked at this authority thing. She never listened to people. She was stubborn and proud, just like Steve. Their Characters had clashed before, but never like this.

"Stand down. That is an order," he said firmly.

(Y/N) just raised her eyebrows and lifted her chin. He knew he couldn't make her. No one could make her do anything. And that was not only because of her powers. She wasn't sure if she could take on Steve, but she would go down trying.

"Try and make me Captain," her voice was close to a whisper and her smile cold.

She would use her powers, she wouldn't like it, but she would do it. Two could play that game. If he treated her like his recruit, she would treat him like Captain America. Not like the person she knew and loved. The person she would always stand by. But no one could stand by someone who pushed them away. He could see for himself if he enjoyed that. Steve didn't say anything. He just looked into her eyes. The blue of his Iris now seemed cold and like Ice. (Y/N) shook her head and walked past Steve after he didn't make a move to stop her. As soon as the door closed behind her, Steve's defensive statue flattered. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

°°°

"So you guys are fighting?" Bucky asked (Y/N) while kicking a man in the stomach.

He flew against the wall and slid to the floor, staying there unmoving. They were currently on a Hydra base in some remote location. The mission was easy. At least they thought. But after they got the Intel they needed, (Y/N) found out there was a bomb here from looking into someone's head. And if it would go off, it would take down the small town a few miles away. Steve, Bucky and (Y/N) were trying to get to said bomb. (Y/N) didn't want to be paired up with him on this mission, but Steve insisted. And the rest of the team followed his rules. He was still Captain America and in charge of the missions. A small part of her was still glad that he was here. She might have lied to Steve yesterday, and her body felt more exhausted than she led on. (Y/N) also had hurt her foot while fighting an agent. Steve had seen it the moment it happened, but he was too afraid to step closer. But since then, he seemed to try to take all the fire on him and away from her. 

"Well, Captain America is being an asshole," she said and grabbed an Agent around the neck.

(Y/N) turned him around so he would look into her eyes. She started searching in his head for the location of the bomb. She had been trying with the last five men she touched. All of them seemed to have something in their minds blocking her. Steve knew she had weakened already. That didn't help his worry. But he still rolled his eyes at her answer. Bucky looked at him reproachfully. He didn't like it when they fought. Steve would get all broody, while (Y/N) would only complain about Steve. And he wouldn't be able to take sides, unlike the rest of the team. Tony and Natasha would automatically side with (Y/N) while Sam and Clint would choose Steve. 

"I was only doing my Job," Steve said with gritted teeth and threw his shield at a guy coming closer to them.

All three of them knew that Steve was a jerk. He knew he caused this whole fight, but Steve wasn't good at holding back. And after he fucked up, he was too stubborn to admit it to anyone. At least he could put all his frustration into beating up the bad guys. Bucky and Steve were circling (Y/N), who was still trying to get the information, blocking the agents trying to get to her. The shield flew between the men like they had practised it. 

"(Y/N). Uhm, how long is this going to take?" Bucky asked, now raising his gun.

They were under time pressure. (Y/N) just furrowed her eyebrows more. She had gone pale over the last minute. Steve knew she was pushing herself. She had already shifted all her weight on her right foot, and he wasn't sure how much longer she could take it.

"Give me a second. He has few walls around his mind," she mumbled.

Her hands had begun to shake rapidly. Steve never saw it like this before. Maybe once when she tried to fix Bucky. This was the moment he would usually interfere and stop her when she was in Buck's head. Steve's focus shifted from fighting to her ever so often. 

"(Y/N) that's enough. We'll find another way," he said with a stern voice.

But (Y/N) didn't listen. She was determined to get it right. To show Steve, she was not useless or meant to be benched. He had hurt her pride so she would show him.

"No, I can do this," she said, her teeth grinding together.

 Steve had now turned around fully to her. Trusting Bucky to cover them. He needed her to stop now. They didn't know what would happen, and if she fell into unconsciousness, she would be a liability. Not just because they would have to take her out of here somehow, but also because Steve couldn't think straight anymore then. 

"(Y/N)! I said enough," he reaped sternly.

Seeing her getting weaker, her skin colour fading, hurt him inside. He felt it in his heart. It was aching for her. God, he just wanted to protect her. But maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe he should have tried it with tenderness. He should have known that sternness wasn't going to work with her. His worry stopped him from thinking straight.

"Darling, please don't," his voice was quivering by now. 

He had placed a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) took one deep breath before she let the man go. Both of them fell backwards. The man to the floor, but (Y/N) was caught by Steve. He looked down at her softly. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

"Second floor. Electricity room," she mumbled.

Her body was like a puddle in his arms. Steve shook his head at her. Astonished and worried at the same time. He touched her forehead with the back of his hand. She felt hot, too hot.

"Romanov?" Bucky mumbled into his earpiece, still battling the agents. 

"Yea, got it. Tony and I are on the move," she said.

Steve sometimes forgot that all his teammates could hear him. But now, he didn't care at all. He just looked at the girl in his arms.

"Told you I could do it. Go, team," she said to him weakly.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and she was obviously fading in and out of consciousness. But a smile graced her lips. A proud smile. He would have laughed at that if the situation had been different.

"I know…You did well. But please, can I get you out of here now?" he mumbled, giving her a forced smile.

Steve tried to be nice. But even the nearly unconscious (Y/N) could see that he was worried like hell. She hated being incapable of things. But maybe she would let him take care of her, for once. He didn't move even f every fibre of his being wanted to run out of here. But he was going to respect her wishes now. She nodded weakly. And the moment Steve caught that movement, he started moving down the hall. Bucky followed him. He had only paid attention with one ear, but he knew (Y/N) didn't seem well. She looked like they had sucked her life force out of her. And this time, it wasn't his mind that did this.

"Sam, can you get her please," was the last thing she heard and the feeling of flying.

After that, she went fully unconscious. 

°°°

She woke up from the sunlight coming through her curtains. It took (Y/N) a while to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was Steves face next to her. She smiled lazily. She loved this sight. The soldier had his hands under his pillow. Her eyes travelled from his chin to the sharp cheekbones, then to his long lashes. Steve always looked like he thought really hard about something when he slept. A frown covered his face. (Y/N) reached out her hand and touched the folds between his eyebrows with her tump, then she placed a hand on his cheek. Seconds after, she was starring into beautiful blue eyes. A smile graced the Captain's face as he saw her awake.

"Glad to see you waking up," she mumbled.

Steve covered her hand with his and took it from his face, shaking his head at her. He stared at (Y/N)s hand a bit before he spoke. 

"Me? You have been out the last couple of days," he mumbled. 

His smile flattened. The memory of her pale face and hollow cheeks haunted him. Even though she seemed better now. They had wrapped her foot up. It wasn't broken, just a torn ligament.

"Bruce said there was nothing wrong with you. You just overused your power. And all you would need is sleep. But 3 days is a long time," he continued, lost in thoughts.

(Y/N) was searching for Steve's eyes. He sounded so pained. He looked up at her abruptly.

"Please be careful on every mission from now on. Just think before you do stuff. I… If something happens again...," he trailed off. 

His face only showed worry. (Y/N) titled her head to the side. She new he was worried about her, but there had to be another way for him to deal with this. 

"Steve…Your worry can't stop what I do. I am just like every other Avenger," she mumbled. 

The Captain sighed and took a deep breath. He grabbed her hand and put it to his heart. 

"Not to me, you're not," his voice was quiet.

Steve needed her to know. To understand how he felt. How he loved her. How he needed her. He wanted her to feel what he felt.  

"If you'd look into my mind, you would know..." he began thinking out loud.

He didn't know if he would like her to know it all, but at least she could see what he had been struggling to put into words for so long. But she shook her head with a tired smile.

"I don't need to know it all, Steve. I think we just finally need to tell each other how we feel," she said.

Steve looked at her, and it seemed like his words were stuck in his throat. He was usually so good at giving emotional speeches, but when it came to declaring his love, he seemed to suck at it. (Y/N) had her head propped up in her elbow, and the other still lay on his chest covered by his bigger one.

"I know you already know how I feel. But maybe I do need to tell you just once," Steve said. "I love you. I have for a while."

He laughed a little; it's funny how they were dancing around each other, actually never telling each other. Maybe they had never felt the need to tell each other before. (Y/N) turned around her hand and held his. She stared at their intertwined hands for a second before she dipped down and kissed him softly and slowly. It was their first kiss, but it felt so familiar. Because it was them, they had known each other for over ten years now. She only moved away from him slightly. 

"You know I love you too," she answered.

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