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Canât believe this is my first 9-1-1 opinion post but Iâm on 6.10 and Iâve never felt so strongly about anything in my life, Albert should fucking die
#literally the most disrespectful shit Iâve ever seen in my LIFE#after all my boy Chim has done for you???#you bring his dog shit father into his HOUSE uninvited?#Chim shouldâve dick punched him and that shouldâve been the series wrap on Albert#9-1-1#chimney han#my boy deserves so much better
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So I had this thought in my head about some arranged Marriage thingy with the Black brothers and I started writing it so if you like both brothers please read, and I would love some feedback
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Josephine Fawley or as her brother liked to call her the tomboy Princess had a striking romance with Hogwarts very own Pureblood rebel Sirius Black.
Sadly her parents deemed his Brother the so called Slytherin Prince as a better fit and arranged a marriage with the younger Black
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Tw: arranged Marriage, abuse, bad parents
Josephine Fawley knew she was in trouble as soon as she slid out of the elegant leather saddle of her beautiful white horse, seeing her fuming brother next to the houseâs own stable.
âWhere the hell were you?â Her twin brother asked, his green eyes that were so identical to hers glaring at her accusingly.
âQuentin -â
âNo, Joey, Mum is throwing a tantrum. The ball starts in two hours.â
âBetter get going thenâ, she said, throwing her brother a cheeky smile.
He rolled his eyes. âIâll take Stormy.â He grumbled, taking the reins out of her hand and letting her rush into the house.
âWhere were you? You will never look presentable in time.â Cordelia Fawley - charming as always, greeted her daughter.
âSorry Mother, I didnât know you wanted me to get ready so early.â She gave her mother her best innocent puppy eyes, and Cordeliaâs facial features softened immediately. âJust hurry.â
She saluted playfully before sprinting up the spiral staircase into her room, hearing her Mother mumble something about running, being unladylike under her breath.
Josephine quickly showered and washed her hair, drying and styling it with magic - the benefits of being a witch.
She threw on less makeup than her Mother would want, slipping into her dress with ease and smiled at her reflection. The red satin material hugged her figure perfectly and she hoped giddily that her boyfriend wouldnât be able to take his eyes off her. Even though Sirius and she both visited Hogwarts and practically lived together all year round, she missed him dearly after a week of not seeing him.
Her brother always said it was because they were friends before they were lovers, attached to the hip since the age of 9 meeting at their first pureblood ball, the parents being delighted about the two children of high-ranking families forming a connection.
Things had changed since then, Joeyâs parents who always secretly preferred the younger Black Brother - Regulus being proven right in their fears as Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, bringing shame upon his family.
A year later Josephine was also sorted into Gryffindor and word on the street said Sirius Black corrupted the younger girl as in the same year her brother was sorted into Ravenclaw and Regulus Black, to the relief of his family, was sorted into Slytherin.
But much to her parentsâ dismay, Josephine never really bonded with Regulus, despite them sharing lots of classes. She always found herself spending all her free time with Sirius and after they became official, the couple never really told their parents out of fear of the consequences.
Joey knew her parents would be rather disappointed, and although no child wanted to disappoint their parents, she wasnât really scared of that but it was a well-known fact that Walburga Black believed in physical punishment and she didnât want to put Sirius through that.
The voice of her mother echoing up the staircase interrupted her thoughts and with one last glance in the mirror Joey went down the stairs of the antique building, resisting the urge to jump them down as usual, trying to look elegant to please her mother.
âJosephine, you look ravishing.â Her Mother said, proudly stretching out her hand so they could Apparate while her father stoic as always already grabbed her brotherâs hand.
With a loud plop, they landed in front of the Black Mansion, in which the ball would be located.
Inside, classical piano music was playing in the background, overshadowed by snotty laughter and evil talks.
âJosephine!â The airy voice of Narcissa Black - Siriusâ cousin echoed through the room.
âCissy!â She embraced the unfairly pretty girl in a hug, Narcissa and her had known each other since the age of four as they both took Ballet classes till Joey decided sheâd rather spend her time learning horseback riding like her brother, holding her breath till her parents obliqued not wanting their only daughter to turn blue.
Her brother nodded to the girl, his demeanor being unreadable for most, but Joey saw the tips of his ears turning a dark shade of crimson.
âNice to see you, Quentin. I gotta go back to Lucius though.â
âAre your parents still holding on to the idea of an arranged marriage?â
âYeah but Iâm really glad it is with Lucius, we are perfect for each other.â Narcissa said, a dreamy look in her eyes. Joey nodded, faking understanding, resisting the urge to ask Narcissa when exactly she had gone mad, while Quentin just scoffed.
âLucius treats her like shit, he is abusive.â Her brother murmured in her ear after the beautiful blonde was gone.
âI know that, and you know that, but I gave up on telling her that. Besides, maybe in this case ignorance is bliss.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThey will make her marry him anyway, maybe this way it will be less painful for her.â
Her brother wrinkled his nose in disgust, earning a sympathetic hand squeeze from Joey.
âWhy are pureblood families even so obsessed with arranged marriages?â
âThey all want to climb the social pureblood ladder.â Joey shrugged.
âThatâs stupid. And even worse is using your children for your stupid desires.â
Josephine knew, her brother was about to go on one of his infamous rants and her eyes subconsciously started scanning the room for the familiar mob of black hair, which she found - well, almost.
âJosephine, Quentin.â The figure greeted, and Joey was once again reminded how much Regulus Black resembled his older brother.
âHave you seen Sirius?â she asked the boy, skipping the formalities.
âWhat she meant to say was, hello nice to meet you here.â Her brother said dryly, and a smirk tugged on the younger Black boysâ lips.
âI too enjoy your presence here,â Regulus said, looking at her brother. âAnd no I havenât seen him, but knowing him he is probably hiding in his room.â
âThen Iâll better go look for him.â she answered, waving a goodbye at the two boys as she slowly went up the stairs, her legs automatically finding their way to Siriusâ room. In any other situation she might have felt guilty for leaving her brother alone with the quite intimidating Regulus Black, but the anticipation of meeting Sirius overshadowed everything.
She entered the room boldly, not bothering with knocking, her gaze instantly settling on Siriusâ back.
âWhat the-?â The boy turned around. Anger contoured his face, and he looked like a dog ready to attack an intruder before his stormy grey eyes met hers, instantly softening.
âJoey?â
âWho else would dare to enter Sirius Blackâs room uninvited?â
âYou have no idea.â He muttered, taking a few steps towards the girl, minimizing their distance, and just now Joeyâs eyes trailed down his body, noticing that his dress shirt still was unbuttoned, exposing blue and purple marks in the form of knuckles all over his skin.
âSiri.â She whispered, trailing her hands softly over his bruised skin, making him wince.
âDonât worry about it.â
âDid your parents do this?â She looked into his stormy grey eyes, her hands still trailing over his naked skin, leaving goosebumps everywhere.
âMy Father to be exact, my Mother is more of a Cruciatus fan lately.â He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood but just receiving a horrified look in response.
âSirius-â
He cut her off, pressing his lips on hers softly, but Joey felt the neediness in the kiss, the need to feel that he was still loved, that everything was going to be okay and the girl gave him just that, she grounded him.
Slowly, she buttoned up his shirt, careful not to startle him or break the kiss, but as soon as she buttoned up the shirt halfway, he broke the kiss pouting at her. âYou know some girlfriends unbutton their boyfriendâs shirt instead of buttoning it up.â
âWell, you always tell me Iâm special,â she said, grinning up at him.
He pulled her back into a kiss, a more heated one this time, slowly pushing her in the direction of his bed, clearly trying to distract the girl from the fact that they were supposed to be downstairs with the other guests.
âSiri, if our parents find us here instead of downstairs at the -��� he sucked on her neck making her forget what she was going to say.
âWhat did you want to say?â He whispered in her ear, gently placing kisses down her neck, making her body shiver in anticipation. He smiled boyishly, loving the effect he had on the girl.
âI hate you.â She mumbled, while tilting her head to give him better access to her neck.
âYou love me.â
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Her head rested comfortably on Siriusâ chest as they waltzed through the ballroom.
âHowâs your brother?â Sirius asked softly while dancing, not missing a single beat, and Joey suddenly felt thankful that she told him about her brother not having to carry the burden on her own anymore.
Her brother was ill, Depression, the muggle doctors called it and Sirius was the only person, besides Joey and her family, that knew about it.
âHeâs on muggle medication now, that helps a lot.â
âYour parents approve of that?â
âThey arenât as anti muggle as yours are,â she reminded him and she felt his body tense under her hands, âbesides they donât want him to die.â She mumbled, and Sirius pulled her closer, kissing her temple softly.
âHow are things with Regulus?â She asked, knowing the complicated relationship the siblings shared.
âIt just makes me angry that he is stupid enough to believe my parentsâ blood superiority complex. So we are barely civil.â
âIâm sorry. I know you love him.â
âIt doesnât matter.â the boyâs lips formed a thin line. âhe thinks I am a disgrace to the Black family, just like my parents.â
âSirius Orion Black!â
âSpeaking of the devil,â Sirius muttered, turning his head to Walburga.
âI have some people that you need to meet.â The woman sneered before turning her face to Joey, a sickly sweet smile appearing on the womanâs face.
âJosephine, how nice to see you!â
âThe pleasure is mine.â
âIâll just burrow Sirius for a few minutes, alright?â The woman asked, not waiting for an answer before dragging Sirius away.
Joey sighed, making her way to the bar, hoping that alcohol would make the people here more interesting and less intimidating.
She was on her second glass as a charming-looking boy approached her politely, asking for a dance. Not having anything better to do, and intrigued by the unknown face she accepted and surprisingly found herself actually enjoying herself.
Edward Bones was indeed a pleasant dance partner, lightly chatting about his love for chocolate cake and seeming genuinely curious when he asked the girl about her interests.
The conversation was abruptly interrupted as no other than Sirius Black himself pulled Joey away from the boy. âExcuse me, mind if I cut in?â
Sirius didnât wait for an answer, yanking Joey away from Edgarâs grasp and spinning her into his arms gracefully.
Sirius glared around as if he wanted to challenge the bystanders to cut in, but they all knew better than to mess with a Black, hesitantly going back to their conversations although still eyeing the boy suspiciously.
Joey wanted to turn around to apologize to Edgar, but he was gone.
Siriusâ darkened eyes look straight at Joey. âI canât stand these people always trying to touch you.â
âWe were just dancing, Darlingâ
âYes, I know that. But he had no business being so close to you and making you laugh and giving you that weird flirty lookâ Sirius tugged the girl closer. âYouâre mine.â Sirius presses his forehead against Joeyâs, gently caressing her lips with his thumb. His lips found their way down to hers feverish eliminating any distance between them.
âI thought we didnât want these people to know.â Joey said, gesturing around the party, needing all her self-control to sound composed even though the boy was leaving love marks all over her neck making her insides melt like chocolate.
He looked at her, his stormy eyes resting on her green ones.
âIn one and a half years you will be out of school and we can get married so fuck what they think.â
âYou want to get married right after school?â
Sirius looked taken aback, gently caressing the silver ring on Joeyâs hand. âI didnât give you that promise ring just for show, you know? I meant what I said, I know you are the one and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.â
They both looked at the ring for a few moments, remembering the day he gave her that ring, at a bench in a muggle park underneath a cherry blossom tree.
âBut if you want to wait-â
âNo. I love you. I want that too.â She said, never being so sure about something in her entire life.
âI love you too Josephine, soon to be Black.â
Part 2
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Friday Night Dinner: the Best Episodes
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Friday Night Dinner is ten.
Thatâs ten years of crimble-crumble, humble bumbling, manic misunderstandings, and more lovely bits of squirrel than you could shake a dead fox at. For thirty-seven Friday nights across six glorious seasons the Goodman family â shirtless dad, Martin (Paul Ritter); long-suffering but ever hopeful mum, Jackie (Tamsin Greig), and their visiting prank-wanker sons Adam (Simon Bird) and Jonny (Tom Rosenthal) â served up a banquet of laughs to a hungry nation, ably assisted by chronically persistent, reality-adjacent next-door-neighbour, Jim (Mark Heap) and his faithful dog, Wilson, and a host of other regulars and monstrously memorable one-offs besides.Â
In celebration, then, of one of the most smartly-observed, perfectly-cast comedies of recent years, in chronological order, we count down ten of the showâs best.
The Sofabed
Series 1, Episode 1
Most first episodes â nay entire first series â of new comedies can be scattergun. Maybe the characters havenât quite coalesced, or their fictional universe doesnât feel âlived inâ yet. Not so with Friday Night Dinner. The show arrived fully-formed, with the Goodmans seeming as real as any family in your street; perhaps even your own family.
All of the gags, rituals and dynamics destined to run and grow and fold back in upon themselves throughout the seriesâ run are here: Martinâs secrets, conspiracies and hearing difficulties; Jimâs constant interruptions; Adam and Johnnyâs brutal one-upmanship; the salt-in-the-water prank; Martinâs fondness for shouting âshit on itâ.
The first episode revolves around the selling of a sofabed (with a brief sojourn into conspiracy when Martin inveigles his children into helping him hide the old magazines Jackie has ordered him to destroy), a simple enough transaction that turns to tragedy when death comes (quite literally) calling. Martinâs mis-hearing and misunderstanding of a crucial piece of information whilst standing at the bottom of a stair-and-couch-based conga line brings the series first proper belly-laugh, and with it the realisation that Friday Night Dinner is going to be something special.         Â
Mr Morris
Series 2, Episode 2
Mr Morris, played by Harry Landis, is a marvellous comic creation. With his predilection for getting topless and dressing people down at the dinner table, heâs like a malignant, mirror-universe version of Martin. With the eyes of Mr Magoo and the moustache of Adolf Hitler â and something of the bearing of both â Mr Morris, Grannyâs new and very married boyfriend, quickly establishes himself as the dinner guest from Hell.
After crashing into their house and blaming them for the damage, the pugilistic, preening, proud, petty, and pretty much certifiably insane pensioner goes on to engage in horrendously public displays of affection with Granny; shout angrily over the phone at his 95-year-old wife; make Adam and Johnny pay for the, well, johnnies he later planned to use on their grandma; accuse Adam of sexual assault, and then challenge the whole household to a half-naked fist fight. Just another Friday night at the Goodmanâs.Â
The Mouse
Series 2, Episode 6
âMouseâ marks the first time that Jim manages to get his feet under the dinner table of the Goodman home, and itâs everything you could have hoped for. And more.
Normally the family manufactures its own chaos during the weekly meal â with extra helpings of misunderstandings, feuds, schadenfreude, embarrassment and horror â but here the Goodmans are cast as the straight men to Jimâs one-man reality-wrecking crew. While interpersonal connections and rituals are alien to Jim, the Goodmansâ set of mannerisms and catchphrases are his greatest challenge yet. His interpretation of their Jewish faith is equal parts sweet to absolutely bonkers, and only Jimâs anxiety, eagerness to please, incomprehension, and molten naivety keeps things from becoming insulting.
All of the Goodman rituals to which the viewer has become accustomed rain down on Jim in a hail of friendly fire, leading him to gargle on âJewish waterâ and scrutinise his dinner plate for hints of squirrel. The moment where Jim briefly considers whether he should eat the episodeâs eponymous mouse as it scurries onto his dinner plate is pure comedy gold.Â
Christmas
Series 2, Episode 7
This episode features the first appearance of Rosalind Knight as Martinâs mother, or âHorrible Grandmaâ as sheâs known to the family. Christmas is supposed to be a time of peace and celebration, but thatâs not an easy ask when your guest of dishonour is a terrifying little lady whoâs equal parts Livia Soprano to the Shushing Library Spook from Ghostbusters. Very few Christmases contain the line, âThanks for raping our grandmaâs dog on Christmas dayâ, fewer still see a grandson sharing his grandmaâs dogâs oxygen mask, but then nobody does Christmas like the Goodmans. And theyâre not even supposed to be doing it.
Thereâs a surprisingly beautiful moment at the end of this episode, courtesy of resident oddball, Jim, that â like all of the other rare occasions on which the show veers towards sentimentality â is quickly undercut by a well-timed, and very welcome, gag.Â
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The Girlfriend
Series 3, Episode 1
Adam finally meets his match: an eight-year-old girl who blackmails him into a chaste but never-the-less irritating and inappropriate ârelationshipâ following the discovery of a racy, unsolicited picture of his girlfriendâs sister on his phone, while his girlfriend is there at the Goodman house for dinner. Thus unfolds an evening of unusual foot-washing, forced transvestism, secrets, lies, panic, and a stunning coup de grace from Jonny, who helps put the final nail into the coffin of his brotherâs fledgling relationship. Â
The Fox
Series 3, Episode 2
Martin likes to squirrel away a great many things, many of them ridiculous, most of them out of sight of his wife. But Johnny and Adam probably werenât expecting to discover a dead fox in their fatherâs chest freezer, much less find themselves enlisted to help move it around town like a hitmanâs hairy bounty until the heat died down long enough for their father to have it stuffed. The funniest thing about Martinâs many hare-brained (or, in this case, fox-brained) schemes is the energy he throws at them, the sort of logistical chicanery seldom seen this side of the CIA. Watching the men of the family toddle around hither and thither with a dead fox, hiding it in the dining room, hurling it in cupboards, wedging it through windows, is exactly as funny as it sounds, and â as always â just when you think Martinâs got away with it⌠he hasnât. Â
The Two Tonys
Series 4, Episode 1
Martin is an exceptionally quick-thinker. Unfortunately, his speed of thought is seldom married with precision, and he usually finds himself blurting something out at the start of an evening and spending the rest of that evening teetering on the edge of oblivion, with his long-suffering wife ready to push him off. His blurt-out in âThe Two Tonysâ, though, is perhaps his most desperate and ill-considered. In a bid to encourage Jason Watkinsâ Tony â a loathed associate from years ago Martin had invited to dinner believing him to be another, better Tony â to leave the Goodman home, he forces Jackie to go along with the ruse that her mother has just died. This gambit, like all Goodman gambits, backfires spectacularly, and what follows is a farce worthy of Frasier, everything culminating in a desperate chase and the furious weaponisation of a pineapple.Â
The Funeral
Series 4, Episode 5
Friday Night Dinner deals with death incredibly often, and incredibly well, wringing joyous laughter from that most terrifying and inevitable of our shared fates. Here we have another delicious dose of Horrible Grandma, whoâs in town to lay to rest her dear departed brother, Saul. Martin is pressured into giving Saulâs eulogy, even though he never really knew or liked his uncle all that much. Cue a day of stress, arrests, tense stand-offs and tantrums, ending with an uninvited Jim appearing at Saulâs graveside clutching four black balloons, while Martin proceeds to recite Saulâs death certificate in lieu of a proper farewell. Immediately following a Grand Prix-inspired coffin malfunction, Jimâs dog Wilson enters stage-left to put a necro-quasi-cannibalistic spin on the ending of Todd Solondzâs Happiness.     Â
Dadâs Birthday
Series 6, Episode 4
Horrible Grandma might make for a terrible dinner guest, but she makes for a perfect guest star. This time, we bid her goodbye for good, but not before a great deal of caustic put-downs, cathartic showdowns and perhaps the funniest, most macabre magic trick of all time, courtesy of resident âmagicianâ Jim.
Females
Series 6, Episode 6 Â
âFemalesâ wasnât intended to be the final episode of the series, at least according to comments made by seriesâ creator Robert Popper immediately following its transmission. And it still might not be the end. But itâs hard to imagine a better, funnier or more touching swan-song for the show, with or without the tragic death of Paul Ritter.
Adam and Jonny finally have âfemalesâ (as their progressive dad has always called their prospective girlfriends) in their lives at the same time, and Jackie is overjoyed to be welcoming them into her home. She thinks the evening is going to be perfect, which is rather naĂŻve of her considering that sheâs married to Martin.
Sure enough, Martin manages to contaminate every course of the meal with shards of broken glass, a calamity heâs forced to reveal to everyone but Jackie, going on to enlist their help in somehow preventing the matriarch from choking to death, while simultaneously preventing her from discovering the depths of his dangerous ineptitude. Martin is, of course, thoroughly rumbled, but before Jackie can strike him down with great anger and furious vengeance, two pregnancies are announced in quick and joyous succession.
âFemalesâ is solidly, classically funny, but itâs the episodeâs smaller, more intimate moments that will linger longest in the imagination: the brothersâ new-found, prank-less affection for each other; the subdued but sincere affection between Jackie and Martin as they discuss their new roles and the future; and the now suddenly larger Goodman family dancing as one in the living room. As codas go, itâs a damn near perfect one.
If Friday Night Dinner comes back, let it be in twenty years when Adam and Jonny are middle-aged. For now, I hope Martin gets to enjoy many long years as a granddad.
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All in Your Head Chapter 5
After a few minutes, something occurred to Raven. âWhy didnât you just call Mento?â
âI need a psychic I can trust.â
âYou donât trust him? I thought he was a father figure or something.â
Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. âAnd? Daddy issues are standard issue in our line of work. Besides,â he murmured, âhe probably gave this bastard more to work with than anyone else.â
Raven couldnât resist; it was rare for Beast Boy to talk so openly about his life before joining the Titans, and even rarer for him to talk about Mento. âWas he really that bad?â
âWorse,â Beast Boy replied, âtrust me. He pretty much never talked to me except to make me feel like shit. Every day, heâd find some knew way that Iâd disappointed him, some new reason why I wasnât good enough, some new lecture about how the whole team was going to die because I wasnât strong enoughâŚâ Raven could tell that this conversation was taking Beat Boy somewhere he probably shouldnât be in his current state, and resolved to change the subject.
âYou know, you actually remind me of Aziraphale a little.â
âExcuse me?â
âAziraphale,â Raven replied simply, âfrom Good Omens. You remind me of him.â
âI remind you of him? Really?â
âYouâre smarter than people give you credit for, and youâre good at being good.â Beast Boy snorted. âWhat the hell does that even mean?â
âIt means you help people. You donât have to think about it, you just help them.â Raven felt herself blushing slightly, but pressed on anyway. âYou said the Beast is basically just your instincts, right?â
âThatâs what it told me.â
âAnd everytime itâs come out, itâs tried to protect me,â Raven said with a faint grin, âyour deepest instincts are to protect others. Face it Beast Boy; youâre a good person.â
No youâre not; youâre just a dog that got a few tricks whipped into it. Raven thinks that youâre a good person. Sheâs smarter than you. Ergo, sheâs right, youâre a good person. âThanks Raven, that means a lot to me.â
âAny time, Beast Boy.â
âI can confirm that you are indeed a good person.â An unfamiliar voice sounded from the corner of the room.
âI was wondering when youâd speak up,â Beast Boy replied calmly, âIâm guessing youâre the psychic that Robin called?â
A figure stepped forward; she had red hair and green skin, darker than Beast Boyâs. âHow did you know?â
âWhat, like you made it hard?â Beast Boy scoffed. âI could smell you the instant you came in, through the wall I might add. Combined with your green skin and the fact that you smell like Martian Manhunter, Iâm guessing youâre Miss Martian.â
âAnd he thinks heâs dumb.â Raven quipped, rolling her eyes. Because you are; having a good nose doesnât make you smart.
âMy name is Mâgann Mâorzz, but you can just call me Meghan. Now,â Meghanâs tone shifted from friendly and open to all business, âIâm told that youâve got an uninvited guest in your head.â
After a quick explanation and a warning about the Beast, Meghan began her work. âI feel I should warn you, this may take a while; pinpointing the exact telepathic signature of the attack could takes hours, even days⌠No wait, I found it.â Her eyes narrowed. âOf course itâs himâŚâ
Psimonâs plan was progressing nicely; Beast Boy hadnât been seen in two weeks, the other titans were run ragged operating with an incomplete team, and best of all, they had no way to trace it back to him! All in all, he was starting to feel unstoppable. And thatâs when his wall exploded.
A voice rang out from the smoke. âHello Psimon.â Robin stepped forward.
âHeard you been messing with my little buddyâs head.â Cyborg growled, emerging from the smoke.
âThat was an unwise choice of actions.â Starfire opined, the glow of her eyes contrasting with her calm tone.
âVery unwise.â Ravenâs voice emerged from behind him.
âYou think youâve won?â Psimon sneered.
âPretty much.â Best Boy stepped forward, looking unbearably smug.
âThis isnât a victory, this is just the start of negotiations.â
Beast Boy looked confused. âNegotiations?â
Psimon smirked. âYou need me to get rid of the program I left in your grey matter, so youâll have to give me what I want.â Heâd hoped he wouldnât need this contingency plan, but heâd settle for it anyway; extort his way to freedom, set the program to its dormant state for a few weeks, go into hiding and reactivate it. His plans would be delayed, but ultimately unchanged.
âNo I donât,â Beast Boy replied, âshe already took care of it.â
âWho did?â Psimon demanded, taken aback.
âI did.â Miss Martian floated down through the ceiling.
âI surrender.â Psimon whimpered.
âI thought so.â Miss Martian smirked.
âSo,â Beast Boy began growled as soon as Psimon had been restrained, âwhy did you do it?â
âTo destroy the Titans, of course.â
âAnd you went after me?â Beast Boy shook his head. âKind of a weird choice of target.â Donât sell yourself short, boy.
âI didnât go after anyone in particular,â Psimon responded airily. âThe program simply attached itself to the most receptive mind.â He leered. âDoing the sad clown bit, are we? A little cliched.â
Robin narrowed his eyes. âExplain.â
âNo,â Beast Boy sighed âI should explain, not him.â Everyone turned to face him. Itâs time, boy. They need to know. âHe didnât put a voice in my head; he just took one that was already there and made it worse.â After a moment of hesitation, he continued. âItâs called intrusive thoughts. Theyâre a common symptom of depression and PTSD⌠both of which I have.â
âThe program was meant to drive you to suicide!â Psimon hissed. âYou would have died, and the program would jump ship onto whoever was most affected by your death. The Titans would have fallen like a line of dominoes!â
âWell, I guess I had a little more help than you expected.â You can say that again.
âWhat are you?â Psimon demanded. âWhat the hell are you?!â
Beast Boy leaned in close, so that only Psimon could hear him, and lowered his defences just enough to let his mind be read. âIâm a boy.â And a beast. âAnd stronger than you.â
Psimon was restrained and taken away by the police before long, and Miss Martian left shortly afterwards, pausing only to give everyone a quick psychic scan to make sure Psimon hadnât messed with their heads. Before they could head home, Robin still had one very important job to handle. âBeast Boy, are⌠are you okay?â
For a second, it looked like Beast Boy was thinking of lying to him, but after a moment his shoulders sagged. âNo. Iâm not.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â
Another moment of silence. âYes.â
Robin remembered his training for situations like this. âWould you rather wait until we get home first?â First rule of talking about trauma; make a safe space available. Somewhere private, comfortable and judgement-free.
Beast Boy looked grateful. âYes.â
The atmosphere in the common room was tense; nobody felt comfortable saying anything, so they were all just waiting for Beast Boy to talk. âOkay, I guess I should start at the start; how much do you guys know about my life before the Titans?â
âNot much grass stain,â Cyborg replied. âYou donât talk about it much.â
âOkay,â Beast Boy sighed, âletâs take it from the top. My parents were biologists; Mark and Mary Logan. We were in Africa when I got my powers; the Upper Labumba region. They were researching a disease called sakutia.â
âThe virus that turns animals green?â Cyborg asked.
âYeah,â Beast Boy grinned ruefully, âand then I went and got bitten by a green monkey.â
âHowâs that work?â Cyborg asked, severely confused. âSakutiaâs fatal in humans. One of the few diseases to have a 100% fatality rate. So how come you ainât dead?â
âMy parents were working on a cure, and when I got bit, they decided to test it out on me.â He chuckled sadly. âItâs not like it could have made things any worse. The cure was based on introducing animal DNA, since Sakutia only kills humans. It worked, butâŚâ He gestured to his face. âThere were some side effects.â
âSo your parents saved your life and gave you your powers,�� Robin muttered. âI always wondered.â
Beast Boy sighed. âAnd then they died. Went off a waterfall in their raft.â His eyes began to glisten with tears. âMy mother saved my life that day, too. She told me to turn into a bird. If she hadnât, I would have gone over with them.â
Cyborg couldnât believe what he was hearing; had his little buddy really been keeping so much pain inside? âAnd thatâs when you ended up with the Doom Patrol?â
âNo,â Beast Boy replied, his expression taking on a haunted cast. âThatâs when I ended up with Galtry.â And so he went on, outlining the abuse he suffered at the hands of Nicholas Galtry, his subsequent sale to Doctor Register, (he refused to say what happened in Registerâs custody, except that it was âreal badâ), his subsequent escape and homeless stint, followed by his capture by thieves who forced him to use his powers to help them rob houses, and finally, the Doom Patrol. âI basically just broke into their headquarters and refused to leave; after chasing me for six hours they gave up and let me stay.â
âNow tell them the rest.â Said Raven, her tone firm but not unkind.
Beast Boy looked at her for a moment and continued. âThings werenât great with the Patrol either. Rita was great; sheâs basically my mom now. Cliff and Larry seemed to like me too, but MentoâŚâ Codename only for Mento; Cyborg could guess what that meant. âI donât think that man ever praised me for anything. No matter what I did, it was never enough for him, and after a while, I just couldnât take it anymore. I snuck out in the middle of the night, made my way to Jump City, met you guys and never looked back.â
It took Cyborg a moment to process everything heâd heard; all that misery in one little life. But once it had fully sunk in, he knew exactly what to do. âThatâs it, Iâm calling a group hug. Everybody bring it in, Beast Boy needs it.â
âHey, come on Cy!â Beast Boy mumbled, blushing faintly. âYou know Raven doesnât do--â He was cut off when Raven wrapped her arms around him.
âIâll make an exception this time.â
Robin stepped forward. âMe too,â he said, draping his arms over Beast Boy and Ravenâs shoulders. âItâs an emergency.â
âIndeed,â Starfire agreed, flying in and hugging the cluster of titans. âYou are in need of the group hug, friend Beast Boy.â
Cyborg chuckled as he encircled the other titans in a bear hug. âSorry grass stain; you ainât gettinâ out of this one.â
âYeah,â Beast boy whispered, his voice hoarse. âOkay.â
âYouâre keeping something from us.â The others had gone back to bed, albeit reluctantly, on the grounds that their being sleep deprived wouldnât help anyone. The only ones still awake were Raven and Beast Boy.
âI am.â Beast Boy confirmed. âThereâs a lot in my past, and Iâm not ready to tell you everything.â
âIs it bad?â Raven demanded. âThe thing youâre not telling us?â
âReal bad.â Beast Boy replied simply. âMaybe even the worst part.â
âAnd the intrusive thoughts?â
He shrugged. âThey come and go.â Raven felt a flash of sadness in from Beast Boy, tinted with resignation.
âYouâd better get some sleep,â Raven replied, her mind made up. âBecause in the morning, Iâm teaching you how to meditate.â
âSeriously? Youâd do that for me?â This time she felt a burst of gratitude.
âOf course I would,â said Raven. âYouâre my friend and I want to make sure youâre okay. Besides;â Â She smirked. âIf I teach you how to meditate, I might even get some peace and quiet every now and then.â
Youâre green. Beast Boy opened his eyes; he hadnât slept that well in weeks. Your ears are weird. It really was refreshing to only have to worry about his usual intrusive thoughts, which were a lot less frequent. And a lot more fucking lame. Apparently the Beast felt like being a little more vocal now, but that was fine. The Beast didnât try to make him kill himself, the Beast was cool. Very cool. The important thing was that his mind was his own, he was back on active duty, and he had friends who cared about him. Your fangs scare people. Is that really the best you can do, little voice? Pathetic. And an incoming call from Jump City medium security prison, apparently.
âThis better not be a dick pic.â Beast Boy muttered, accepting the call.
As it turned out, it was Control Freak. âHey, uh⌠this is gonna sound weird but⌠are you okay man?â
âWhat the hellâs going on?â Beast Boy demanded.
âI just wanted to check up on you,â replied Control Freak. âWord is Psimon was pulling some weird stunt, trying to make you kill yourself.â He shrugged. âI wanted to make sure you were okay.â
Beast Boy sighed. âControl Freak, youâre a villain, in case you forgot. So why are you checking up on me?â
âBecause,â Said control Freak after a moment. âThe Titans wouldnât be much fun without you.â He looked away for a second. âAnd you guys are kind of all I have.â
Beast Boy felt a strange sort of dread; the feeling that things were about to get really awkward, and there was nothing he could do about it. Any other day he would have considered ending the call, but he was in a âpay it forwardâ kind of mood. âOkay, Iâll bite. Why do you feel like weâre all youâve got?â
âWell, I was never really any good at making friends, and as for my fatherâŚâ Well, isnât that familiar?
âDude, say no more,â said Beast Boy. âI know all about bad father figures.â
âYou guys are kinda sorta... the only people I really interact with much.â
âAre telling me that all this time, youâve been robbing people, wasting incredible technology, and, most recently, nearly killing me⌠because you were bored and lonely?!â
âI guess it does sound pretty stupid when you say it out loud.â
âYou know what? Iâm not even going to lay into you for that.â Beast Boy sighed. âEveryone makes mistakes. My big question is why it never occurred to you to be a hero.â
âWhat, like you guys?â Control Freak looked confused. âNo way in hell thatâd ever work!â
âWhy not?â Beast Boy asked. âYouâve definitely got the tech for it.â
âI donât really have what youâd call the superhero body.â Control Freak gestured to his considerable paunch.
âThatâs what trainingâs for.â
âIâm a villain!â
âSo was Ravager before she joined up with us. And letâs be real,â Beast Boy smirked. âShe was a lot scarier than you.â
âWhat if Iâm not good enough?â Well, this is certainly familiar.
âJust try your best,â said Beast Boy. âIf itâs not enough, at least you tried, and you can try again.â He grinned. âItâs not like youâd be getting your start against Slade!â
Control Freak looked pensive. âI guess itâs worth thinking about.â
âLook, if youâd like I could have a talk with Robin about it, maybe get things set up for when you get out.â He grinned, he hoped reassuringly. âIn the meantime, start hitting the exercise yard, and be on your best behaviour. Iâll see what I can do for you on my end.â
Control Freak sagged with relief. âThanks man; I owe you one.â Robinâs gonna flip his shit.
âSo let me get this straight,â Robin began. âControl Freakâs decided to reform? And he wants to be a hero? And you believe him?!â Told you.
âLook dude, he opened up to me.â Beast Boy was trying his best to keep a level head, but he really didnât need this. âWeâre the closest thing he has to friends. Us. The guys who beat him up and hand him over to the police, and weâre all heâs got. I canât turn my back on that.â
Robin sighed. âAnd if heâs lying?â
âThen heâs still Control Freak,â said Beast Boy. âWe can handle him, no problem.â
âIâm with Beast Boy.â Everyone in the room turned to look at Raven. âIf he really wants to redeem himself, I say we give him a chance.â
âAre you serious?â Robin demanded. âAm I the only one who remembers that Control Freak nearly killed Beast Boy?â
âAnd then he had a panic attack and made a medic.â Cyborg noted. âRight before he surrendered.â
âThatâs three in favour.â Raven muttered.
Robinâs shoulders sagged. âFine, Iâll see what I can do about getting him released into our custody. Maybe I can use Taskforce X to make a case. But if weâre doing this, weâre doing it right. Cyborg, get to work on an emergency shutoff for his remote. And Beast Boy, get to work on a training schedule for him.â Robin winced. âGetting him into shape wonât be easy.â
âIâm afraid Beast Boy wonât be able to get started on that jut yet,â Raven interjected. âI need to teach him how to meditate.â She grinned very slightly. I like her. She would make a fine mate. With a sinking feeling and a faint blush, Beast Boy began to suspect that he might have just traded one dangerous voice in his head for another.
Authorâs notes: Well, thatâs it for this one! Iâve had fun writing it, tell me if you saw Psimon coming, and please, give me feedback! This is the first of a planned series, with the next part concerning Raven getting a boyfriend⌠who isnât Beast Boy! Shock horror! That said, Iâm not getting to work on that one until I get at least one review.
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Get to Know You Better Part 6
Summary:Â Gabrielle has a nine-year-old son who is a huge Captain America fan. He notices one of the actors on the subway and loudly points it out to her. Thatâs when Gabrielle realizes that actor was the man she had a one-night-stand with the week before.
Chapter Summary: Gabrielle continues to struggle with the idea of her ex trying to get custody of James. Sebastian does everything he can to help.Â
Warnings: Slut-shaming, custody problems
      I couldnât tell James, not yet at least. I continued to get taunting text messages and voicemails from Nick. He was starting to ask about the man who had interrupted the first phone call.
      I didnât respond to any of his baiting messages. I knew he was trying to rile me up to use against me. I would bite my tongue if it meant keeping James. But I started to look him up again. I went on Facebook and Instagram to see what kind of man he turned out to be. Like I imagined, he was an asshole. Just like he was in college.
      He had some sort of business job where it looked like he did well for himself. After a little detective work, I found his fiancee and figured out she was his assistant. She was much younger than us, probably fresh out of college. She was perky, beautiful, and looked like the girl who probably thought it would be âcuteâ to have a stepson.
      I didnât want to hate her. I knew what it was like to be put under Nickâs spell. She was probably just as naĂŻve and innocent as I was when I got pregnant.
      I told this all to Sebastian one morning at breakfast. James was at my momâs because he was sick with a head cold. He wanted to come out with us but I didnât want him getting Sebastian sick. And I needed someone to talk to about Nick.
      âI mean, itâs not like he was ever nice to me. He was for maybe a few minutes but that was just to get me back to his apartment.â I grimaced. âI spent weeks pining after him and he didnât even give me a second glance.â
      âYou were in class together?â Sebastian asked.
      I nodded. âWe were both business majors and I thought he was the cutest guy Iâd ever seen. I wanted him to notice me. I was getting a little desperate and when he started talking to me at this one partyâŚâ I sighed. âOne time and I was already pregnant.â
      âWell, he sounds like a scumbag. I believe people can change but sometimes they donât.â He was holding my hand over the table.
      âHe never wanted to be a father. I remember telling him and the look on his face. It was like some sort of victory for him. Iâm sure he told all of his friends that he got me pregnant on the first try. I hated going to that class. Knowing everyone else knew. They all probably thought I was some slut.â The feelings of that time in my life started to creep up on me. Old wounds started to open up again. âThey were right.â
      âNo,â Sebastian interjected. âDonât even think that way. We were all stupid when we were that young.â
      I rolled my eyes and desperately wanted to stop crying in front of him. But it felt like he was the only one I could be completely open with and he didnât judge me. âI was shallow. I didnât care when he was calling me such disgusting names during it. He was handsome and giving me attention.â I put my head in my hands.
      âGabrielle.â He reached for my hands so I would look at him. âListen to me, what happened in the past doesnât dictate who you are now. Youâre a great mother with a stable job, a stable mind, and a stable home. You provide for James and youâve done it by yourself for years. If thatâs not admirable, then I donât know what is.â He smiled gently and held my gaze.
      I swallowed. âAll this time I thought I would be alone because of what happened. I thought no one would ever want to have to deal with James. I didnât care; I would rather have him and be alone. But I still hoped that one day Iâd find a guy as perfect as you are.â
      âIâm not perfect.â He shook his head. âNo one is. But I think we all have traits that are compatible with someone else. And I think youâre that someone.â He smiled and kissed my knuckles.
      I smiled and studied his face for a moment. âYou look tired,â I noted.
      He nodded and looked a little sheepish. âI was up late last night just reading up on child custody.â He admitted.
      âSebastianâŚâ I protested. âI told you, you donât need to get involved in this. Itâs my fight. I want to keep you away from my madness as much as I possibly can.
      âGabrielle, I told you.â He gave me a look. âYou donât need to do this alone. We might be in a relationship but Iâm still a friend too.â He reminded me gently.
      I closed my eyes for a moment. âAlright,â I whispered. âBut if you want outâŚâ
      âTrust me, I donât.â
      James was still sick and I had him stay home from school come Monday. He only had a few more days left in the year but he was miserable. Sebastian came over with some of his motherâs cooking.
      âYou didnât have to do all this, and neither did your mother,â I said as I greeted him at the door.
      âNonsense. If I know one thing, itâs that my momâs cooking can cure any cold.â He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.
      âOhâŚI wouldnât.â I stepped back. âI think I might have caught what James did. I donât want to get you sick.â
      âPft, I have a great immune system. One kiss isnât going to get me.â He grinned and I let him kiss me anyways.
      âShe wants to meet you.â Sebastian set the bowl of soup down.
      âYour mom?â
      âMhm. James too. I was showing her pictures of him with the shield. She thinks heâs adorable. And sheâs always wanted, grandchildren.â
      I laughed and shook my head. âIâm sure she wants grandchildren from the beginning, not already heading into their teens.â
      âNah, sheâs desperate. She always lectures me about settling down. Iâm sure sheâll take whatever she can get at this point.â He chuckled.
      I set up a little tray of soup and crackers for James. âIâm going to bring this to him. You can just put the leftovers in the fridge. Iâll make sure to give your momâs dishware back.â I said and headed upstairs. I gently knocked on the door. âJames, baby, Sebastian brought soup for you.â
      I heard him coughing and walked in. I sighed and set the tray down on his nightstand. âMy poor baby.â I cooed and reached to check his forehead.
      He grimaced and sniffled. âSebastian made me soup?â
      âHis mom did.â I propped up his pillows for him so he could sit up. âHere, let it cool a little first.â I reached down to pick up his little pile of tissues and cough drop wrappers. âDo you need anything else? Are you drinking enough?â
      âIâm fine, mom.â He assured me. âIâm just tired.â
      âWell, eat what you can and get some more rest. Iâll come to check on you a little later. Want Sebastian to come to say hi?â
      âMaybe later.â He nodded.
      âAlright, I love you.â I checked his forehead again and left before he complained about me being overbearing.
      As I walked to the stairs, I heard Sebastian call up for me. Confused, I walked down and found him standing by the door.
      My jaw tightened when I saw Nick standing in front of my door. Sebastian looked just as upset. âYou leave,â I demanded.
      âGabsâŚâ
      âDonât call me that. Get out of this building right now before I call the police.â I stormed up to the door but kept my voice low. I didnât want James hearing anything.
      âI didnât know you owned the apartment building.â
      âYou have the nerve to come to my home uninvited when my sonâŚâ
      âOur son.â
      ââŚwhen my son is sick?â
      âYou werenât answering my calls, sweetheart.â He gave me a fake smile.
      âDonât call her that,â Sebastian spoke in a harsh voice.
      Nick turned his attention to him. âSo youâre the guy from the phone call. Well, itâs good to know you have men come over when James is home.â
      âOh, did you finally learn his name? Did you have to ask around?â I spat. âIâll tell you one time, youâll get custody of him when hell freezes over. I carried him for nine months, I gave birth to him with no one by my side, I graduated college with him, and I raised him on my own his entire life. Youâre nothing to him and youâre nothing to me. Who I have in my house is my business.â
      I hated the simpering looks he gave me. âI knew youâd be like this. You havenât changed at all have you, Gabs? Youâre still chasing after men. Youâll always be the same slut you were in college.â
      Nick barely had time to finish his sentence. Sebastian threw the door wide open and went to grab him.
      âHey! Hey!â I pushed him back. âStop, youâre not getting in trouble over him.â
      Nick took a few steps back. I didnât blame him. Sebastian stood a few inches taller than him and was all muscle for filming. âOh, are you her guard dog? Sheâs not going to keep you around. I wonât take it back, sheâs a whore and she always has been.â He kept talking even though he looked a little intimidated by Sebastian.
      I stood in between Sebastian and the door. He wasnât fighting against me; I knew he would win that battle. I knew he would never hurt me either though. âYouâre lucky. Youâre nothing but a deadbeat punk.â
      âDonât get too comfortable, buddy, sheâll drop you. She doesnât care about you, just like she doesnât care about James. And I'll be damned if you're around my son.â
      I did everything in my power not to kick his ass right then in there. Or worse, let Sebastian kick his ass. But I knew he was trying to get a rise out of us. I wouldnât give him the satisfaction. âJust ignore him.â I urged Sebastian.
      âYou donât know anything about her or James. Where have you been his whole life? Iâve been in his life longer than you have!â Sebastian snarled.
      âOh so now youâre playing dad?â Nick looked amused. âSee how sheâs screwing him up? Sheâll let men in his life to make him confused.â
      âAt least he acts like a decent father who cares about him. What are you?â I snapped. âYouâve done nothing for him!â
      âKeep it up, Gabs, and youâll see what happens,â Nick replied in his usual aloof manner. âI donât care who your boyfriend is. Youâre nothing. Youâre a shit mother who sleeps around. Iâm going to get custody of him. Youâll never see him again.â
      âI swear to God, if you come around here againâŚâ Sebastian grit his teeth.
      âFuck off.â I told Nick and slammed the door in his face, locking it tightly. I balled up my hands and felt like punching something.
      Sebastian looked worse than me. He started to pace angrily until he realized James was standing on the bottom step.
      A blanket was wrapped around him and he looked close to tears. âMomâŚâ He said shakily.
      âBabyâŚâ I panicked. Had he heard everything?
      âMom, I donât want to go with him.â He started to cry.
      âShâŚshâŚâ I knelt in front of him and scooped him up in my arms. âThatâs not going to happen. Youâre going to stay with me, okay? I promise.â
      James sobbed against my shoulder as I held him tightly. In the corner, I could hear Sebastian making a phone call.
      âHey man, do you think you could help me get in touch with the legal team at the studio? I need help finding a lawyer.â
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