#you can’t abbreviate that sir

[hole34]

criminal law teacher started talking about CSA and i was like what the FUCK took me a minute to realise he meant Controlled Substances Act

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Under Orders - Part 4

Masterlist

Part 1 🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5

Pairing: Dom!August x reader || Dom!Marshall x reader

Summary: August decides to tease you when your new neighbor comes over to watch the game...

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, BDSM, D/s dynamic (technically D/s/D), praise kink, (semi-)suspension bondage, p-in-v sex (unprotected, creampie), anal sex (toys, fingering, p-in-a) (f receiving) (unprotected, anal creampie), double penetration (toys), use of pet names/titles (Daddy, Sir, princess, kitten, sweetheart, love, darling and bunny), established polyamorous relationship, very light spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, phone (video) sex, slight humiliation/degradation, slight objectification, bratty behavior, punishment/funishment, also check-ins and aftercare...

A/N: My dear, dear Charlie! I have been thinking about what you said way back in March, and even though my brain was already playing around with an idea for a part 4, I ended up nixing that idea and... well... Going with yours, really, while also making precisely 0 promises because I couldn't really see it yet. Then, I proceeded to struggle with this for 3 months while also teasing you - which I feel is a fair reaction to your bullying 😝 By now, of course, you know me a little, so I'm guessing you already knew this was coming despite my very deliberately not actually telling you. (I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disappoint in case I really couldn't wrap my brain around that combo.)

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Burly, handsome, and retired from the army. It’s a good thing a man like that hadn’t moved in next to some picture perfect, suburban, American dream couple, because that’s how folks like that end up divorced. Instead, he had moved in next door to you and August. Not that you don’t consider what you have ‘perfect’, and God knows there are plenty of pictures, but it’s a far cry from the bland housewife scenario that usually comes with the type of neighborhood you live in. That said, it’s probably for the best you don’t live anywhere that shares any walls with the next house – you can’t imagine the noise complaints you’d get.

The first weeks are quiet; you check him out form a safe distance, you smile and wave, and you don’t go much beyond friendly introductions. His name is Sy – an abbreviation of his last name; he doesn’t use his first name for whatever reason. He was Special Forces, now working personal security somewhere downtown. It doesn’t get much deeper than that. You purposely keep your conversations short, not least of all because you’re scared that you’ll end up flirting with him a little too much if you don’t.

While you’re putting in all this effort to keep your mind out of the gutter, August grins like some kind of lunatic every time he catches you looking a little too long, or glancing over your shoulder a second time when you walk past him, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Until one day, when you pull into the driveway at the same time Sycomes back from his run, and you spend your time shamelessly undressing him with your eyes while August talks to him. It's not a lot of work, he’s just wearing shorts, so you have the added bonus of not having to guess what his chest looks like. He’s big – at least as big as Marshall – and there’s an impressive collection of scars on him that you probably shouldn’t be staring at. Somewhere over the course of that conversation, you hear August suggest that Sy should come over to have a drink and watch the game – an offer he gladly accepts.

“What are you doing?” There’s absolutely no point in pretending; August knows you may just have a tiny little huge crush on this guy, and he’s going to torment you over it.

“Inviting our neighbor over,” August says, raising an eyebrow. It’s a challenge, which is strange, because he hardly ever gives you those. It’s Marshall who doesn’t mind a bit of lip from you every now and then, but August absolutely despises it. It’s one of the reasons that Augusts suggestion to share you with Marshall was a good one – and something that may have actually saved your relationship. “Go get dressed.”

You scoff when he says it. So he wants you all dolled up so he can toy with you all night before he ships you off to Marshall’s place needy and worked up? You’re not surprised: that’s exactly what you’d expect from him. But to do so in front of the new neighbor you barely even know…

“You’re going to punish me over a little…” you can’t bring yourself to say the word ‘crush’ – it sounds juvenile and wrong, even though your being in a relationship with two guys is hardly conventional and feels so right it makes you scared you’ll burst. Is it really so weird that you’re possibly considering three now?

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice August as he closes the distance between the two of you. When he grabs your neck, you shriek.

“Upstairs, now.” He’s already had enough of your attitude – and you’re not even giving him any, really. He drags you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The clothes that are laid out on the bed are a surprise; a light dress that shows you off in all the right ways, heels that are just a little over the top for casual drinks at your own house. The underwear is to Marshall’s taste, not his own – but that’s just preparation for later, and definitely something you already saw coming. The dress and shoes mean something else, though: August isn’t trying to torment you, he’s going to be parading you around. And not just for his own pleasure, either, you suspect.

“Do you get it now?” he asks.

“You want to show me off,” you whisper.

“Oh, yes. And not just that,” August says as he pulls you closer until your back is against his chest. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to cover your throat. When he speaks again, his lips brush against your ear, and you moan softly at the sensation. “I’m trying to get my pretty little whore what she wants. Am I still the bad guy?”

“No,” you say softly. Of course that’s met with a tightening grip on your throat. And he’s right: you’re forgetting something. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he growls in your ear as he lets go of you again, fingers still lingering. “It might take some time, though. ‘Do you want to get in on fucking my girlfriend’ isn’t exactly an opening line. Besides; I haven’t decided I can trust this guy yet. Can you be patient, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You can certainly try…

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Hands on the wall.”

You do as he tells you, knowing all too well that not listening might land you a sore enough ass that Marshall will actively complain about not being able to touch it tonight. August kicks lightly at your feet, prompting you to spread them.

“I do intend to play with you a little, though.” You savor every drop of the sadistic chuckle behind his voice as he speaks.

There’s a reason August likes to see you in loose skirts like the one you’re wearing, and you’re very sure ‘easy access’ is eighty percent of it. He drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease.

“God, kitten, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” All you can do is moan while August pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity that’s just shy of enough to make you come.

“What does my needy baby want?” You silently curse him out for already taking you past being able to use your words. If you want to come, you’re going to have to speak, and he’s making it almost impossible.

“Please make me come, Daddy!” you whine. August is ruthless. He knows exactly how to touch you or what to do to turn you into a screaming, squirming mess in his arms. It’s impossible to hold back your orgasm, and he knows it.

“Do you want to come?” That’s a fucking redundant question. It takes everything you’ve got to choke back the attitude and just tell him ‘yes, Daddy’. “Alright then.” One more flick of his fingers has you crying out his name, and you struggle to stay upright, but he’s there to hold you, thank god. You’re not given a lot of time to come down from your high, because the next thing you know, your hips are dragged back a little as August pulls your underwear down as far as they’ll go.

“Stay put.” You wouldn’t dare to move, honestly. Besides, why would you want to? The nightstand opens and closes, and as soon as August is back behind you, you hear the very familiar sound of the bottle of lube being opened. You’re fairly sure you’d recognize that sound in your sleep by now.

“Are you okay, standing up?” Shit. You thought he was just planning on popping a plug in your ass to torture you a little through drinks with Sy, but he actually wants to go for a round right now? Bastard.

“I’m fine,” you say as you roll your eyes. Not that he can see them, but it’s the thought that counts. Besides: It doesn’t matter what you say you want, August knows better. He’s well aware of the fact that you can’t resist the prospect of anal sex anymore. You’ve been having way too much fun with that!

You hum contently when he works one, then two, then three fingers into your ass.

“Is it just me or did this take way more work in the beginning?” August asks. His voice is surprisingly casual, which makes you laugh. Marshall actually brought up the same thing a few weeks back. They’re not wrong, either. You know what to expect and how to relax now, and it really has become easier.

“I didn’t have a well-rehearsed asshole in the beginning,” you counter. A fierce smack on your behind startles you. The impact leaves your cheek stinging – a sensation you not only happen to love, but happen to crave from time to time.

“Stick that attitude somewhere it won’t bother me, princess,” August says.

“Can’t,” you reply, “got three fingers shoved up there already.”

“Four,” he says casually, but you can tell he’s annoyed. “And that’s all the backtalk I’m going to allow. One more toe out of line, and you won’t be allowed touch that pretty pussy for a week. And by the time I’m taking you to Sir, you’re going to want to, trust me.” That sounds promising. You’re increasingly curious about what he’s got planned for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say softly. He answers with nothing but a soft chuckle before pulling his fingers out of you and replacing them with something you personally consider to be much more fun.

“Oh, God! Yes please!” There’s no way to say that softly. For a moment, you wonder if there’s a better feeling in the world than August sliding his cock into your ass – only to decide shortly after that the only thing that’s better is when he does it again, and again, and again. Since your first adventure taking both August and Marshall at the same time, neither of them seem to be as scared to hurt you anymore, and they’ve only been becoming rougher and rougher with you. It’s fucking amazing, to be honest.

August doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s trying to last. The point of all this, judging from his actions after he pulls his dick out of your ass again, was to leave Marshall a surprise later tonight. It sometimes surprises you how okay your guys are with it when they hand you over with one – or several – loads of cum still inside you. You’ve heard the term ‘free lube’ on several occasions, and while that’s true and a valid point, it also definitely isn’t. It’s preferable to them being thoroughly grossed out about it, though. This wouldn’t work if they were. You’re barely aware of August sliding your favorite plug in place – it’s no wonder; you’re still struggling to stand up on your own and you may or may not be a little cockdrunk.

“Do I have to wear it all night?” you whine. August laughs – a sadistic, cruel sound that drives you mad so quickly you’re afraid you’re actually dripping all over the floor – and drags you up by your hair, only to spin you around and pin you against the wall. He kisses you hard, forcing his tongue against your lips until you yield and let him in. He breaks the kiss as he works a hand between your bodies.

“No, princess. Don’t pretend you hate it, I know you love it when we plug your cute little ass.” His breath is hot on your ear and the tone in his voice makes you shiver with anticipation. He slips his hand between your legs, but where you expect to feel his fingers slide into your pussy, it’s something else. The jerk. “This is going to be far more annoying.”

“D-Daddy? Am I at least allowed to come, please?” The soft buzzing of the remote control vibrator is already driving you nuts. This is going to be hell.

“Yes, but you’ll have to do it quietly.” Quietly? Oh fuck! Sy is coming over. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. A quick round of anal will do that to a person, apparently.

“You’re a sadistic asshole,” you mutter under your breath.

“Do you want to say that to my face, princess?” August asks you as he raises an eyebrow at you. You know that eyebrow – that’s not a good eyebrow.

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what I thought. Get dressed.” And with those words, he disappears.

For a minute, you consider taking the vibrator out, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Also, it’s not as fun. You like being toyed with. You like it when they get you all worked up and dripping wet, and then deny you your pleasure for a little while longer just so they can watch you go completely crazy. You love knowing that there’s always a chance they will decide you haven’t been good enough, and you can’t have what you want. You feel safe knowing that they may be in control, even go as far as taking away your ability to move, see or speak, but they’ll never abuse the power that you give them. You love them.

You finish getting dressed and you’re just admiring yourself in the mirror – August has a sense of style when he isn’t going to work in drab grey suits – when your phone rings. Marshall. Your heart jumps when you see his name on the screen, and you answer immediately.

“Hey! Excited for tonight? Got anything planned?” you ask. It was a pretty last-minute decision to have you spend the weekend at his place, so you figured there must be something going on.

“Not really.” It’s not new that he sounds tired – Marshall always sounds tired, and probably has since kindergarten – but his voice is unusually flat, which has you worried. August hasn’t said anything about any trouble, so it’s either something he doesn’t know about, or something he decided not to tell you.

“Baby, are you ok-aah!” You silently curse August for turning up the heat on the vibrations. Fuck, it feels good, but if this is any indication of what he’ll put you through when Sy gets here, you’re in for a rough ride.

“Darling? Is something wrong?” Marshall sounds concerned, which isn’t surprising, because you just screeched in his ear for no apparent reason, but it’s still not quite necessary. You tell him as much, but he doesn’t believe you. “Can I see you?”

Oh, sure thing, he can see you! It’s moments like these when the attitude you can’t give August bubbles up. The thought of making Marshall look forward to tonight maybe a little bit more excites you more than you could ever describe. You turn your camera on after letting yourself fall on the bed, waving your feet in the air behind you, hoping he’ll be able to see your shoes. Both of your men like you in heels – and not just because they make your ass look good.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marshall asks. You’re fairly sure he can tell you’re turned on.

“I’m perfectly fi-oh. Dammit, August.” That tells him everything he needs to know, and he starts laughing.

“Do I need to remind you that you got him that toy for his birthday?” No, he doesn’t need to remind you of that, actually, you were perfectly well on your way cussing yourself out for that one. Big mistake. Delicious, perverted, perfect, huge mistake.

“This wasn’t about me; what’s up?” You ask, stifling the moans that August is causing by playing around with the settings of the vibrator.

“Fuck, if you keep moaning like that, you know what will be up.” He groans. His voice is so warm and deep – and you have such a thing for that kind of voice – that any moan, groan, grunt or growl coming from this man is automatically a wildly erotic noise. That’s something you don’t want to be thinking about right now – you’re having a tough enough time as it is. “Tough case, wrapped it up yesterday. That’s why I asked you to come over. I need some quality time with my girl.” You whine, both because of August’s never-ending shenanigans, and because that’s the sweetest thing you’ve heard in a while.

“And how are we going to spend that quality time?” you ask coyly. It’s not that there’s a wrong or a right answer to this question, it’s just that you want something to look forward to tonight. A happy place to go to when August tries to get you to make lewd as fuck sounds in front of the neighbor you’ve barely even talked to. “I was planning on takeout and a movie,” Marshall says, “but it seems August plans on handing you over to me all hot and bothered. It would be a shame to waste that.”

“Any suggestions?” You tilt your phone a bit to bring your cleavage into view. Since you’re laying on your stomach, resting on your elbows, your chest looks amazing – it would just be wrong to deny him the visual. You choke back a chuckle when you see Marshall lick his lips.

“I somehow finally got around to installing a hard point in the bedroom that we can play around with?” You’d been talking about it for a few weeks, and with every conversation, the thought of having all those extra options became more alluring. There may or may not have been some talk of suspension, even, and you would be the first to admit that the idea alone turns you on big time.

“Movie night or bondage,” you say, laughing softly, “that’s a seriously tough choice, though.”

“I say bondage first, movies after, is that an alright compromise?” Alright compromise? Puh-lease! That sounds like the perfect night! Marshall can’t help but laugh when you tell him that. “Good, love. I can’t wait to see you.”

“You don’t have to wait,” you say coyly as you angle your phone to give him an even better look at your cleavage.

“Oh, shit, not saying no to that.” Of course he wouldn’t. He’s probably already worked up from knowing you’re being played with right now.

“Want to watch me come for you?” It’s a redundant question. You know it, Marshall knows it, but he still pretends to think about his answer for a moment. You stick out your tongue, which makes him laugh – as always.

“Careful, you little brat, or I’ll leave you tied to the ceiling all night. No movies for you.” It’s an empty threat, you can tell from the sound of his voice and the terrible wink he throws your way. Without thinking much, you move to sit in front of the mirror on the closet door, leaning back against the bed. You change the camera and show Marshall where you’re sitting.

“Tell me everything you’re going to do to me tonight.”

You make sure to give Marshall a nice show while he talks about several exciting ways to tie you up in excruciating detail. To say that a part of you wishes you were with him already is a massive understatement – all of you wants to be wrapped in his arms and in his ropes right now. After some time, you notice something strange; the vibrations of the toy are suspiciously helpful in your race towards what you know is going to be a fantastic orgasm. It’s the ‘come for me, baby’ from Marshall that pulls you over the edge, breaking you apart into a million pieces until you’re a trembling mess on the floor.

“That was lovely, princess.” August. Of course he was watching you. That makes a whole lot of sense. Did he overhear as he walked by the room? Was he looking for you? The dirty grin on Marshall’s face tells you everything you need to know.

“Thanks for letting me know what she was up to,” August says to Marshall as he sits by your side and kisses your cheek. “Would have hated to miss out on that.”

“Why do you two always have to be in cahoots?” You roll your eyes. “In the beginning you were so hell-bent on annoying each other, what happened?”

“We learned to share,” Marshall says. “I’m going to get some things set up for tonight, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

Marshall hangs up the phone without waiting for your answer, and August doesn’t even wait for you to put it down before he presses his lips to your neck.

“You looked so pretty, sweetheart,” he groans against your skin in between soft kisses and licks. His arm moves in that unmistakable way, and you can hear the tension in his voice.

“Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?” you tease. You know him so well by now, that a few strategically placed kisses on his neck have him on edge. He was probably already close when he was watching you, which honestly turns you on more than you can say.

“I really did, princess,” August replies. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me your pretty little pussy.”

You do as he tells you – what else is new – and you enjoy the way he kisses you hard as he gets between your legs. He pushes your dress up further and uses one hand to push your panties to the side, slapping your wrist when you try to help him. You can tell he’s close from the ragged breaths and the low growl that tumble through his chest. At the same time, attitude and mischief bubble up inside you, and you’re speaking before thinking once again.

“Come for me, Daddy,” you taunt right as August topples over the edge of release, coating your pussy with cum. He doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face either means you’ll regret saying that, or you won’t. Which would be a terrible thing to have to figure out, if it wasn’t so goddamn exciting.

August pulls your panties back in place, the mostly mesh material already soaked from your earlier endeavors, and runs his fingers over the thin material for good measure.

You’re a mess. You’re exactly where he wanted you; horny, close to the point of overstimulation, with your pussy covered in cum. It’s almost becoming a seal of approval for August – the first time you met Marshall, you weren’t even wearing panties and August’s cum was dripping down your legs. There was no time to clean that up then, exactly as he'd planned, and there is no time for that now, either, because the doorbell rings.

August watches Sy like a hawk the whole time he’s over, but he’s nothing short of a perfect gentleman with you – and you’re really trying your best, bending over to put down drinks, flirtatious smiles, playing with your hair. You know you’re laying it on thick, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. He’s so handsome and you’re painfully attracted to him! Of course, the fact that you went into this dripping wet and drenched in cum doesn’t help you behave at all. August has to keep himself from laughing on occasion, he thinks the way you’re throwing yourself at your neighbor is very funny. He’s going easier on the vibrator than you had expected. It’s off most of the time, but the idea that it might turn on at any moment is both exciting and nerve-wracking. Every time August takes out his phone, you clench your thighs in anticipation. August has trouble keeping his face in check whenever he sees it, but Sy seems to be none the wiser.

You listen to the guys talking about the game, sports, work, and whatever other neighborly pleasantry can be expected of a regular evening like this – nothing about the crazy threesome you had with both of your boyfriends on the exact couch Sy and August are sitting on right now, for instance. God, why did you have to think about that? Every bit of your brain is becoming increasingly preoccupied with the mess between your legs, your walls clamp down on the toy inside of you, and you’re having trouble controlling your breathing.

“You know what, this was fun, but I’ll leave you guys to your game and just drive to Marshall myself.” Point to August. He’ll never let you live that down…

“That bad, huh?” Marshall says when he opens the door for you.

“Horrible!” you shriek as you drop your coat and stomp into the kitchen.

“Excuse me? Come back here and pick that up, please?” Dammit! Over the past few weeks, Marshall has really been taking a page out of August’s playbook, and you don’t like it at all. You know their motives are different. August gets off on controlling you, Marshall likes to give you the opportunity to be a brat so he can tie you up and spank you. No matter the reason, it’s annoying as fuck right now. Ironically, you don’t feel like lashing out at him today, so you listen. Marshall can’t help but grab your hips and grind into you when you bend down to pick your coat off the floor – and who can blame him? He just loves your ass. August does too. In fact, you’re fairly sure you’ve seen Sy sneak the occasional peek at your behind when he was over – although that was the full extent of his expressing any interest. You put your coat where it belongs and turn around.

“I was promised bondage and movies, what are we still doing here?” You can’t wait until Marshall undresses you and finds the mess August left for him.

“Impatient,” Marshall laughs, “I like it.” Looks like you’re not getting harsh and demanding Marshall tonight, despite the stressful case he’s been through. One hand reaches around and spanks your ass forcefully, but his eyes are smiling. You know exactly what he’s going to do next: grab your butt cheek and pull you in – and lo and behold.

“Let’s get upstairs!”

Marshall throws you around like you’re a rag doll. That’s okay, he has all these big muscles, he better put them to good use, right? You’re over his shoulder in no time, and he carries you up the stairs like you don’t weigh a thing, and your favorite part is yet to come. When your back hits the mattress, you squeal. Marshall always lets you struggle just enough to let you work some of that attitude out, but you know perfectly well that you’re absolutely powerless. He presses a series of kisses to your neck as he pulls up your dress, pausing briefly to rip it over your head and toss it aside.

“Do I thank you or August?” he asks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie August picked out.

“August,” you reply. Marshall smiles approvingly. Now that you’re not being toyed with constantly, and the overstimulation that August subjected you to has faded a little, you feel a little more of that need to misbehave…

“It’s almost too pretty to take it off, love.” He holds out a hand to you, which you happily take. You gasp when he suddenly pulls you off the bed, and pushes you down to your knees again in the middle of the bedroom. “Now, we can do one of two things. Option one: we turn this into a practice session. Option two: we play. I’m testing that hard point either way, you’ll get tied up either way. The question is: how badly do you want my cock inside of you?”

His words take your breath away. It feels a little silly, but you love it when they give you options. It doesn��t have to be a hard choice, but it’s nice when they let you know you have a say in things occasionally. This time, the choice is ridiculously easy: play.

“Have you made your choice, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you say, much more confident now than you know you’ll be in half an hour or so.

“Perfect,” Marshall chuckles as he opens one of the drawers underneath his bed and grabs the things he needs. He gets to work immediately, which tells you he’s more than happy with the choice you made. While he gets a few more things ready to – finally – tie you to his ceiling, he tells you to strip. You want to listen, really, you do, so for the first half of the exercise, you’re a good girl, and you take off the longline bra you were wearing without complaining. Now… Your panties…

“What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” Those are the words that come out of his mouth. The sigh that follows, however, tells you something more along the lines of: ‘What did he do now?’ His hands roughly grasp the flimsy elastic of your underwear and pull them down your legs. As soon as they’re gone, Marshall grabs your knees and pushes them apart.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath when he sees you. Then his eyes settle on you: “Knees. Now.” You scramble to get on your knees, eager to obey his order and admittedly also a bit scared of the sudden change in his behavior. He works as quickly as he can without making concessions to safety. From the sound of his breath, you can tell that he’s using every last sliver of restraint he has to still make good on his promise to tie you up – and to adhere to the plan he had clearly made in advance, because this goes way too smooth to be improvisation.

Before you know it, your shoulder is on the floor, your hands are tied behind your back, and one of your legs is tied as far towards your shoulder as you can handle. The other leg is frog tied and up in the air. Marshall admires his handiwork for a moment – and you’re fairly sure he’s taking pictures of it to send to August, as well – before getting on his knees next to you.

“He ruined you,” he says appreciatively as he gently lets his hand glide over your ass. When his fingers brush past the base of the plug, you shiver.

“Can you take the toys out, please, Sir?” you ask in a small voice. It’s been a few hours since August put them in, and they’re starting to bother you. You sigh in relief when Marshall first pulls the bullet vibe out of you, and then gently removes the butt plug.

“Another one?” He says as he watches August’s cum drip out of your ass. “Daddy really made a mess of you, huh, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer quietly. Marshall pushes two fingers into your pussy and rolls his thumb over your clit, making you moan and squirm against your restraints.

“Did he fuck this cute, wet pussy?”

“No, Sir, just my ass,” you answer. The sound of Marshall undoing his belt and zipper makes you tremble in anticipation.

“Then how do you explain this messy little cunt, love?” A third finger slips in without any issues, but when he adds the fourth you start to feel a little bit of a stretch. Apparently, you don’t answer him quickly enough for his tastes. “Baby? I want an answer, come on.”

“Daddy came all over my pussy after we hung up the phone,” you mumble. Judging from the way Marshall laughs, he’s not surprised at all. The tip of his cock slides through your soaking wet folds, making you moan and bite your lip.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Marshall says, halting his movements as soon as he realizes it’s either ‘moan uncontrollably as a way of begging him to shove his dick into you’ or ‘listen to what he has to say’, which means he will have to make a small sacrifice for now. “I need you to let me know when you’re uncomfortable.” He explains his concern for your shoulders and neck, and promises to take things easy. You whine when he says the words. The last thing you want is for him to be gentle with you today, not after all August’s teasing, and part of you desperately wants to beg him to rail you until you can’t see straight – but you don’t.

As soon as he pushes into you, you’re glad you didn’t. The way he moans tells you exactly how much he needs this. Needs you, but everything surrounding you as well. To be handed a dripping mess by August, to fight you a little, tie you up… and finally to treat you the way he believes you deserve to be treated: with respect, love and – from time to time - tenderness. He’s not going to last, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like this breaks a half year long dry spell or anything. In fact, it doesn’t even break a three hour dry spell. You can feel the tension and frustration from the past weeks as he finally lets it all out in his final, brutal thrusts as he fucks his load deep into your pussy. When he pulls out, an image flashes in your mind. The image of Sy waiting in line to take his turn on your already ravaged holes…

The fantasy occupies every corner of your mind so thoroughly that you barely register the changing tension on the ropes around your limbs and torso as Marshall unties you. It isn’t until he’s completely done that you finally become aware of your surroundings again. For a moment, you expect him to lift you off the floor and carry you to the bed or the bathroom, as he has done countless times before, but he doesn’t. Instead, he joins you on the floor, curling up behind you as he pulls you into his arms.

“Perfect little bunny,” he muses as he nuzzles your neck and squeezes you tight before starting to gently massage the rope marks on your skin. Eventually, he does pick you up, and drags you into the shower with him. You haven’t needed your ‘private bathroom minute’ for a while now. Would adding Sy to the mix change something about that familiarity? You can’t deny your crush, but is it really worth risking all of this for… him?

“You’re not risking anything, love,” Marshall says. Either your thoughts are immediately obvious when looking at you, or you’ve said something out loud. Either way, you’re embarrassed enough about the fact that you are even thinking about another man while you’re letting Marshall take care of you. Now you’re going to have an actual conversation about it. “August told me weeks ago. We’ve talked this through, and… we’re happy to let you sort out your feelings if he’s on board with that, too.”

“And if he’s not?” you ask, but you already know the answer: You don’t want him if he’s not.

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Edie Yvonne on Her Latest Anthem '15 (When I Leave)' and Beyond Edie Yvonne is a new artist who recently released her new single “15 (When I Leave)” which is a raw, emotional banger about being a teenager. Following in the footsteps of Green Day and Blink 182, the track combines raw guitars, punchy drums and Yvonne’s strong voice to deliver a new yet familiar two and a half minutes of pure punk-pop emotion. The lyrics are quite descriptive of the melancholic experience of severing the ties with home and familiarity, with lines like ‘I’m leaving. I know it’s not your fault. You never cared at all. At least I tell myself, so it hurts less, when I leave. ’ It’s raw and real in the way it portrays the human mechanisms of dealing with emotional distress. Yvonne’s vocal performance is the focal point and she articulates both fragility and fierce power perfectly right in the feels. When she sings ‘I know you can’t hear me screaming out’ as the music increases to the climax, it can be powerful and heart-wrenching. The production is polished but raw, the hooks are infectious, and the vibes are undeniably pop punk, which makes it simultaneously new and nostalgic. In such a short space of time, “15 (When I Leave)” encapsulates the desperation and chaos of youth. It is one moment of freedom and a clear signal of Yvonne’s potentiality. Listen to 15 (When I Leave) https://soundcloud.com/user-553521725/edie-yvonne-15-when-i-leave?utm_source=clipboard&utm_campaign=wtshare&utm_medium=widget&utm_content=https%253A%252F%252Fsoundcloud.com%252Fuser-553521725%252Fedie-yvonne-15-when-i-leave Follow Edie Yvonne on Spotify Youtube Instagram What is your stage name EY: Edie Yvonne Is there a story behind your stage name? EY: My mom gave me all of the names on her list of baby names since I’m an only child so Edie Yvonne is abbreviated. My name is Edie Yvonne Bella Rrose. Edie after my Abuela’s favorite singer Eydie Gorme, Yvonne after the artist Yvonne Rainer, Bella after a family member, and Rrose after artist Marcel Duchamp’s alter ego. Where do you find inspiration? EY: I’ve grown up around artists all of my life that I think have informed my point of view. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? EY: My Abuela is a Nicaraguan opera singer and we would always sing together when I was little. I also took singing lessons with Katie Riggs when I was very young and did tens and tens of musicals at YADA - the Youth Academy of Dramatic Arts. Are you from a musical or artistic family? EY: Aside from my Abuela and her musical career, my mom is an art curator so I grew up around a lot of artists and artists studios. [caption id="attachment_55867" align="alignnone" width="850"] Aside from my Abuela and her musical career, my mom is an art curator so I grew up around a lot of artists and artists studios.[/caption] Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? EY: Our family friend who is like a Godmother to me Elaine Sir is in the music industry and is a mentor to me and has really encouraged me. She connected me to producer Douglas Boehm who has been an amazing collaborator and she is my biggest cheerleader when she visits me in the studio and in rehearsal. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? EY: During the pandemic, when YADA performances pivoted to zoom, I found myself in my room alone with my guitar and keyboard. I took a songwriting class with Samantha Aurelio and made a short film titled At Ease. I had the opportunity to write a song for the film credits and that is where it began. I haven’t stopped writing since. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? EY: Florence and the Machine at the Hollywood Bowl. How could you describe your music? EY: Indie teen anthemic, dream pop. Describe your creative process. EY: I usually start with a few lyrics or a melody which I then bring to the guitar, sometimes my keyboard. From there I keep on writing and polishing until I can bring it to the studio and work on it with my producers Nicky and Cormac.

What is your main inspiration? EY: Ideas tend to spark from real life experiences but usually dramatized and molded into a more heightened story. What musician do you admire most and why? EY: I love Alanis Morisette and her honesty and emotionality through her songwriting. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? EY: It’s been an eclectic journey with a lot of experimentation. Who do you see as your main competitor? EY: I am only just beginning so I see more inspiration than competition. What are your interests outside of music? EY: Acting and fashion. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? EY: Along with music I hope to continue acting. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? EY: I’m just starting to perform live so I’m still learning to build confidence on stage. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? EY: I’m still just beginning and experimenting - there’s so much more for me to learn about the industry. https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ovmlPwLhP3yS6fwHJV0Mt Why did you choose this as the title of this project? EY: I wrote the song about fears and hopes around growing up and adolescence when I turned 15 which inspired the song. This has been a heavy year and I’m fortunate enough to have music to get it all out. What are your plans for the coming months? EY: Getting ready for more live performances and recording in the studio for the summer! Do you have any artistic collaboration plans? EY: Recently, a producer named Frank Cervantes sent me songs I was super into and I’ve been in the studio recording them including a song titled Forever Girl! What message would you like to give to your fans? EY: I’m so grateful for all of the support as I begin to release music and can’t wait to keep performing and connecting!

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Friends" (TV Show) - Joey's Food Sharing Pet Peeve

INT. CENTRAL PERK - DAY

The gang is sitting around their usual couch. JOEY and RACHEL are sharing a plate of fries.

RACHEL (reaches for a fry) You don’t mind if I have some of these, do you?

JOEY Yes, I do mind! Joey doesn’t share food!

The rest of the group laughs, but Joey is serious.

CHANDLER Come on, Joey. It’s just one fry.

JOEY (to Chandler) You don’t understand! If you let people have one fry, they’ll take more. Then, you’re left with nothing!

Rachel tries to sneak another fry, but Joey catches her hand mid-air.

JOEY (rising) That’s it! New rule. Joey's food is Joey's food. Got it?

The group continues to laugh as Joey guards his fries with an intense expression.

"The Office" (TV Show) - Jim's Pranks on Dwight

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN - OFFICE - DAY

DWIGHT is sitting at his desk, typing. JIM is at his desk, smirking.

DWIGHT (to Jim) What are you smirking about?

JIM Nothing. Just having a good day.

Dwight eyes Jim suspiciously and then continues typing. Suddenly, Dwight's computer makes a strange noise. He looks down to see that Jim has put his stapler in Jello.

DWIGHT Jim! Again with the stapler in Jello? This is a serious violation of office policy!

JIM (laughing) Come on, Dwight. It’s just a harmless prank.

DWIGHT (to the camera) Jim’s constant pranks are my biggest pet peeve. They disrupt my work and are highly unprofessional.

Dwight carefully removes the stapler from the Jello, grumbling the entire time.

JIM (to the camera) Dwight’s reactions are priceless. I can’t help myself.

"Seinfeld" (TV Show) - Elaine's Movie Theater Etiquette

INT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT

ELAINE is sitting next to JERRY, waiting for the movie to start. MAN sits in front of them, and WOMAN behind them.

ELAINE I love going to the movies.

The lights dim, and the previews start. The MAN in front starts talking loudly to his friend.

MAN Yeah, so I was saying...

ELAINE (shushes) Excuse me, some of us are trying to watch the movie.

JERRY You really hate when people talk in theaters, don’t you?

ELAINE It’s my biggest pet peeve. If you’re going to talk, why even come to the movies?

The WOMAN behind them starts kicking Elaine’s seat.

ELAINE (turning around) Can you please stop kicking my seat?

WOMAN Sorry.

Elaine tries to relax, but the MAN in front and the WOMAN behind keep up their annoying behaviors. She finally snaps.

ELAINE (to Jerry) I can’t take it anymore. We have to move.

JERRY You know, there’s an empty row up front.

Elaine and Jerry move to the front, but Elaine keeps glaring back at the offenders, muttering under her breath.

"How I Met Your Mother" (TV Show) - Ted's Grammar Pet Peeve

INT. MACLAREN'S PUB - NIGHT

The gang is sitting at their usual booth. TED is listening to BARNEY talk.

BARNEY So, I was like, “That’s totally your guys’s fault!”

TED Your guys’s? Really, Barney? It’s your guys' fault. No need for the extra ‘s.’

BARNEY Whatever, Professor Grammar. It’s not a big deal.

ROBIN (to Ted) Does that really bother you?

TED Yes! Grammar is important. It's my biggest pet peeve when people misuse it.

LILY You must hate texting.

TED Don't even get me started on texting abbreviations.

MARSHALL (to the group) We should start keeping track of Ted’s grammar corrections. It could be a fun game.

TED It’s not a game, Marshall. It’s the proper use of language.

The gang laughs as Ted continues to rant about the importance of good grammar.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine" (TV Show) - Captain Holt's Punctuality Pet Peeve

INT. 99TH PRECINCT - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY

The squad is gathered for a briefing. CAPTAIN HOLT checks his watch, looking irritated.

HOLT It is now 9:01. This meeting was scheduled for 9:00. Punctuality is crucial. Where is Detective Peralta?

AMY Sir, he’s on his way. He texted that he’s stuck in traffic.

HOLT (sternly) Traffic is not an excuse. He should have planned accordingly.

JAKE bursts into the room, out of breath.

JAKE Sorry, Captain! The traffic was insane!

HOLT You are late, Detective. And lateness is one of my biggest pet peeves.

JAKE I know, I know. I’ll be better, I promise.

HOLT See that you do. Now, let’s begin.

Jake takes his seat, still catching his breath, while the rest of the squad exchanges amused glances.

These scenes highlight the humor and frustrations that arise from characters dealing with their pet peeves in everyday situations.

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"Parks and Recreation" (TV Show) - Ron's Privacy Pet Peeve

INT. PARKS DEPARTMENT - RON'S OFFICE - DAY

RON is sitting at his desk, typing on an old typewriter. APRIL knocks on the door and enters without waiting for a response.

APRIL Hey Ron, do you have a minute?

RON (looking annoyed) You know I hate when people enter my office uninvited.

APRIL Oh, I know. That’s why I do it.

RON (sighs) What do you need, April?

APRIL Just wanted to tell you that Leslie is planning a surprise birthday party for you. But don’t worry, I sabotaged it.

RON (softening slightly) Good work. Remember, I value my privacy above all else.

APRIL Got it, boss. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.

Ron nods approvingly, and April leaves, shutting the door behind her. Ron resumes typing, a small smile on his face.

"Modern Family" (TV Show) - Claire's Closet Organization Pet Peeve

INT. DUNPHY HOUSE - CLOSET - DAY

CLAIRE is in the hallway closet, organizing it meticulously. PHIL walks by, holding a box of random items.

PHIL Hey, Claire, where should I put these?

CLAIRE (taking the box) I’ve told you a thousand times, Phil. Everything has its place. This closet is organized by category and subcategory.

PHIL (looking around) Wow, you really have everything sorted.

CLAIRE It’s my pet peeve when things are out of order. Chaos in the closet means chaos in life.

PHIL (smiling) I love your passion for organization. It’s one of the things that makes you, you.

CLAIRE (handing him a small bin) Now, take these batteries to the battery drawer.

Phil salutes her playfully and heads off, while Claire continues to organize with a satisfied smile.

"The Big Bang Theory" (TV Show) - Sheldon's Spot on the Couch

INT. APARTMENT 4A - LIVING ROOM - DAY

LEONARD, PENNY, and AMY are sitting on the couch, chatting. SHELDON enters the room and freezes.

SHELDON (slightly panicked) Excuse me, Penny. You’re in my spot.

PENNY (teasing) Oh, come on, Sheldon. Can’t you sit somewhere else just this once?

SHELDON (dead serious) Absolutely not. That’s my spot. It’s my pet peeve when people sit in my designated area.

LEONARD (jokingly) What’s the big deal, Sheldon?

SHELDON It’s not just a spot, Leonard. It’s the optimal location for temperature, viewing angle, and cushion support. Please move.

Penny reluctantly moves, and Sheldon immediately sits down, visibly relaxing.

AMY (to Sheldon) You really do have a lot of quirks.

SHELDON (seriously) They’re not quirks, Amy. They’re the foundations of my structured life.

"Scrubs" (TV Show) - Dr. Cox's Incompetence Pet Peeve

INT. SACRED HEART HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY

DR. COX is storming down the hallway, with J.D. trailing behind him.

DR. COX Newbie, you know what really grinds my gears? Incompetence.

J.D. What happened this time?

DR. COX (gritting his teeth) The new intern just tried to diagnose a patient with lupus. It’s never lupus!

J.D. (sympathetically) Maybe he was just nervous.

DR. COX Nervous or not, there’s no excuse for stupidity in my hospital.

J.D. Got it, Dr. Cox. I’ll talk to him.

DR. COX (softening slightly) Just make sure he knows not to waste my time with amateur mistakes.

J.D. nods and walks away, leaving Dr. Cox muttering to himself about the importance of competence.

"New Girl" (TV Show) - Schmidt's Cleanliness Pet Peeve

INT. LOFT - KITCHEN - DAY

SCHMIDT is in the kitchen, scrubbing the counters vigorously. NICK walks in, eating a messy sandwich.

NICK Hey Schmidt, what’s up?

SCHMIDT (desperate) Nick, you’re getting crumbs everywhere! My biggest pet peeve is a dirty kitchen.

NICK (relaxed) Chill out, man. It’s just a few crumbs.

SCHMIDT (frantic) No, it’s not just a few crumbs. It’s the principle. Cleanliness is next to godliness!

NICK (teasing) You’re really intense about this stuff, you know?

SCHMIDT (passionate) Of course I am! If we don’t keep things clean, we’ll end up living in filth!

Nick watches as Schmidt continues to clean obsessively, shaking his head but smiling at his friend’s dedication.

"Friends" (TV Show) - Monica's Organization Pet Peeve

INT. MONICA'S APARTMENT - DAY

MONICA is organizing the kitchen cabinets with military precision. CHANDLER watches her, amused.

CHANDLER Mon, do you really need to reorganize the cabinets again?

MONICA (focused) Yes, Chandler. It’s my pet peeve when things aren’t in their proper place.

CHANDLER (jokingly) What’s the worst that could happen if a few plates are out of order?

MONICA (serious) Chaos. Absolute chaos. If everything has a place and everything is in its place, life runs smoothly.

CHANDLER (teasing) You’re really adorable when you’re obsessive.

MONICA (smiling) And you’re really adorable when you stay out of my way.

Chandler laughs and steps back, giving Monica space to finish her meticulous work.

These additional scenes show characters dealing with their pet peeves in various humorous and relatable ways, adding depth to their personalities and providing entertaining moments for the audience.

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"The Office" (TV Show) - Stanley's Pretzel Day

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN - OFFICE - DAY

It’s Pretzel Day, and the office is buzzing with excitement. A long line has formed in the break room where pretzels are being served. STANLEY is visibly happy, which is rare.

STANLEY I wait all year for this day. If I don’t get my pretzel, someone’s going to pay.

MICHAEL (trying to cut in line) Hey Stanley, buddy, can I cut in line?

STANLEY (angrily) Michael, don’t even think about it. Pretzel Day is the one day I won’t tolerate any nonsense. It’s my pet peeve when people mess with my Pretzel Day.

DWIGHT (yelling at the server) I want extra salt and no butter!

STANLEY (under his breath) If Dwight causes any delays, I swear…

Stanley’s rare moment of joy is evident, and everyone knows not to mess with his Pretzel Day.

"How I Met Your Mother" (TV Show) - Marshall's High-Five Pet Peeve

INT. MACLAREN'S PUB - NIGHT

The group is sitting at their usual booth. BARNEY is excessively trying to give MARSHALL a high-five.

BARNEY Come on, Marshall. High-five!

MARSHALL (annoyed) Barney, not now. It’s really annoying when you constantly try to high-five me. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves.

BARNEY (ignoring him) High-five! Up high! Down low!

LILY (to Barney) Seriously, Barney. He’s asked you to stop.

BARNEY (pretending to listen, then) Self-five! (high-fives himself)

MARSHALL (sighs) Barney, I swear…

TED Barney, you really need to respect people’s boundaries.

BARNEY What boundaries? High-fives are universal!

Marshall rolls his eyes and tries to focus on his drink, while Barney continues to find creative ways to initiate a high-five.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine" (TV Show) - Gina's Tech Issues Pet Peeve

INT. 99TH PRECINCT - BULLPEN - DAY

GINA is at her desk, struggling with her computer. TERRY walks by and notices her frustration.

TERRY Gina, what’s wrong?

GINA My computer keeps freezing. It’s my biggest pet peeve when technology doesn’t work.

TERRY Let me take a look.

Terry tries to fix the computer, but it only makes things worse. The screen turns blue.

GINA (in despair) Great. Just great. Now I can’t get any work done. I might as well go home.

TERRY (frustrated) We’ll call IT. They’ll fix it.

GINA (fuming) IT takes forever. By the time they get here, I’ll have aged ten years.

AMY walks by and sees the blue screen.

AMY Did you try turning it off and on again?

GINA (sarcastically) Oh, brilliant idea, Amy. Why didn’t I think of that?

Gina throws her hands up in exasperation while Terry pats her shoulder sympathetically.

"Parks and Recreation" (TV Show) - Leslie's Binder Pet Peeve

INT. PARKS DEPARTMENT - LESLIE'S OFFICE - DAY

LESLIE is organizing her binders, each meticulously labeled. BEN enters with a cup of coffee.

BEN Hey, Leslie. How’s the binder project going?

LESLIE (cheerfully) Great! But, I just found this binder in the wrong place. It’s my pet peeve when my binders are out of order.

BEN (smiling) You and your binders. Want some help?

LESLIE (seriously) Yes. Make sure you put the economic development binder in the green section. It’s color-coded for a reason.

BEN Got it. Green section.

TOM walks in, looking at his phone.

TOM Hey Leslie, do you have the binder for the upcoming gala?

LESLIE (rifling through binders) Tom, you should know by now that the gala binder is always in the red section.

TOM (smirking) Just checking if you’re on your game.

LESLIE (defensively) Always.

Ben hands Leslie the correct binder, and she places it in its rightful spot with a satisfied nod.

"Friends" (TV Show) - Ross's Grammar Pet Peeve

INT. CENTRAL PERK - DAY

The group is sitting on the couch. ROSS is reading a book, and PHOEBE is telling a story.

PHOEBE So, I literally died when I saw that dress!

ROSS (annoyed) Phoebe, you didn’t literally die. You figuratively died. It’s my pet peeve when people misuse “literally.”

PHOEBE (confused) But I really felt like I died.

ROSS (sighing) That’s figurative. Literally means it actually happened.

MONICA (to Ross) Ross, let it go. You’re being a grammar nerd again.

ROSS (defensively) I can’t help it. It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.

CHANDLER (jokingly) You’re literally going to drive us all crazy, Ross.

ROSS (grumbling) Figuratively, Chandler. Figuratively.

The group laughs as Ross shakes his head, muttering about grammar under his breath.

These scenes add depth to the characters by highlighting their quirks and pet peeves, often leading to humorous and relatable situations.

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"The Simpsons" (TV Show) - Homer's Bart's Prank Calls Pet Peeve

INT. SIMPSONS' LIVING ROOM - DAY

HOMER is on the couch, watching TV. Suddenly, the phone rings. He picks it up.

HOMER Hello?

BART (on the other end, disguising his voice) Is Mr. Freely there? First name, I.P.

HOMER (livid) Oh, you little...

Homer realizes it's Bart's prank call, which is his pet peeve.

HOMER (continuing) Bart, you know how much I hate your prank calls! I’m going to strangle you when I find you!

Bart giggles and hangs up. Homer grumbles to himself, knowing that Bart's prank calls will never cease.

"Friends" (TV Show) - Monica's Noise Pet Peeve

INT. MONICA AND RACHEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

MONICA is trying to sleep, but she hears JOEY practicing his lines next door.

JOEY (lines from his script) How you doin’?

MONICA (banging on the wall) Joey, keep it down! I’m trying to sleep!

JOEY (through the wall) Sorry, Mon!

MONICA (muttering to herself) That’s it! I’ve had enough of Joey’s loud acting. It’s my pet peeve when I can’t get a good night’s sleep because of noise!

Monica puts on earplugs and tries to ignore Joey's continued rehearsing.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine" (TV Show) - Jake's Food Sharing Pet Peeve

INT. 99TH PRECINCT - LUNCHROOM - DAY

JAKE is in the lunchroom, eating his sandwich.

AMY (entering) Hey Jake, mind if I have a bite?

JAKE (firmly) Sorry Amy, but I don’t share food. It’s my pet peeve.

AMY (rolling her eyes) Fine, be that way.

Jake continues to eat his sandwich, ignoring Amy’s longing glances.

"The Office" (TV Show) - Angela's Disorganization Pet Peeve

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN - ACCOUNTING DEPARTMENT - DAY

ANGELA is at her desk, organizing her files meticulously. KEVIN is at the desk next to her, surrounded by piles of paperwork.

ANGELA (disapprovingly) Kevin, how do you work in such chaos? It’s my pet peeve when things aren’t organized.

KEVIN (shrugging) I know where everything is.

ANGELA (sighing) That’s not the point, Kevin. A cluttered workspace leads to a cluttered mind.

Angela continues to organize her files, casting disapproving glances at Kevin’s messy desk.

"Modern Family" (TV Show) - Mitchell's PDA Pet Peeve

INT. PRTIZKER HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

MITCHELL and CAMERON are watching TV when Mitchell notices something.

MITCHELL (annoyed) Do you mind?

CAMERON (confused) Mind what?

MITCHELL Your hand. It’s on my leg. I hate public displays of affection.

CAMERON But we’re in our own living room!

MITCHELL It’s still public! It’s my pet peeve when people are overly affectionate in public.

Cameron reluctantly removes his hand from Mitchell’s leg, rolling his eyes but respecting Mitchell’s wishes.

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Meanwhile, at Fort Carson...

SCENE BLACK SCREEN reads GIVE AND TAKE. A second BLACK SCREEN reads IN THE OFFICE OF CAPTAIN WILFRED DUNNING, PUBLIC AFFAIRS OFFICER, FORT CARSON, CO. A third BLACK SCREEN reads ONE MONTH PREVIOUS. CAMERA shows DUNNING’S Office. He is seated behind his desk, reading a document. Two Sergeants are seated in the two chairs facing the desk.

DUNNING (Without looking up, not noticing the two sergeants are already sitting) Have a seat, gentlemen. (CAMERA shows DUNNING looking at both Buck Sergeants.) Who’s who?

BRACKENS (Rising to attention) Sergeant Dan Brackens, Company B, 1st Battalion, 68th Armored Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 4th Army Division. Friends call me Poogie.

COLLINS (Looks at BRACKENS like he is an idiot, then rises to attention.) Sergeant Corky Collins, same information as Sergeant Brackens delivered, except the Poogie part. People call me Sergeant Collins.

DUNNING At ease, gentlemen. (Both men return to their seats. DUNNING had never heard of these men before yesterday.) So what’s the problem?

CAMERA shows both sergeants exchanging looks.

COLLINS No problem.

BRACKENS No problem, Captain.

DUNNING (DUNNING looks over the first file, Collins.) You men been overseas? When do you guys sew on Staff?

COLLINS (Looks at Brackens) Four months, Poog?

BRACKENS (Looks at Collins) Three and a half months. At least, that’s when I plan on making E-6.

DUNNING Both got your points?

BRACKENS and COLLINS (At the same time) Yessir.

DUNNING Big pay bump, right? Couple of veteran operators like yourselves?

COLLINS We’re not in it for the money, Captain. (BRACKENS covers his eyes so the Captain can’t see them rolling, pretending to stifle a sneeze).

DUNNING Need a tissue, Sergeant?

BRACKENS No, thank you, Sir.

CAMERA goes back to DUNNING, who has BRACKENS’ file now.

DUNNING Says here you guys came in together, Fort Leonard Wood. Been stationed together ever since? That’s unusual, isn’t it?

CAMERA shifts to BRACKENS and COLLINS, a two-shot.

COLLINS I guess so, Sir.

BRACKENS I wouldn’t know, Sir.

DUNNING (DUNNING keeps reading, opening the first folder again. Without looking up, he says) And both from New York? What are the odds? Which part?

COLLINS Bronx.

BRACKENS The Bronx.

COLLINS (Looks at Brackens) Why the The? It’s stupid.

BRACKENS (Looks at COLLINS) Because that’s what it’s called. You say the whole thing, every time. You don’t say ‘New’ you say ‘New York’ because that’s what it’s called.

COLLINS (Looks at BRACKENS) It’s called New York City, but not everyone says the whole thing. So that’s an abbreviation.

BRACKENS It’s The Bronx!

COLLINS You don’t say The Queens. You don’t say The Staten Island, do you? It’s dumb.

BRACKENS Like you…

CAMERA turns to DUNNING.

DUNNING Gentlemen. Let’s table that discussion for now.

CAMERA returns to the Sergeants, the two-shot. The Sergeants gave the Captain an earnest look, like they were seeing him for the first time. CAMERA switches to DUNNING from behind the two Sergeants.

DUNNING My boss, Colonel Dupree, is not one of those Sit-back-and-order-people-to-their- deaths kind of Colonel. He served in the Middle East, came back highly decorated, a leader of men. He’s more of a shoot-until-you-run-out-of-ammo-then-stab-the-fucking-enemy kind of soldier. A real blood and guts type of guy. None of this should worry you.

CAMERA returns to the two Sergeants, who look at each other, then look at the Captain.

COLLINS Great!

CAMERA switches to DUNNING.

DUNNING What should worry you, gentlemen, is the Red-Ass.

CAMERA returns to the two-shot of the Sergeants.

BRACKENS Beg pardon?

CAMERA returns to DUNNING.

DUNNING Dupree. He’s got the Red-Ass, all the time.

CAMERA switches to the two-shot of the Sergeants.

COLLINS Sir?

CAMERA pulls back, showing the whole office from above. DUNNING rises from his chair and begins to walk around the room.

DUNNING He can’t help it. He’s always on the road to pissed off. He can’t seem to find the off-ramp, least that’s how it seems to me. (Pause) And he wants this…substance.

COLLINS Collnesium!

BRACKENS Brackonium!

DUNNING The Brackens-Collins Ore, for now. (Pause) Let’s call it that for now. The Colonel wants to know where he can get this ore. And if I don’t tell him, he’s going to want to know why. That’s where you two come in.

COLLINS An ore?

DUNNING An ore is found in nature. It’s a solid that can be turned into metal or mineral which we can then use to make something else. In this case, a power source. The professors at the School of Mines say this…

BRACKENS Brackonium!

DUNNING Jesus the Fuck. This substance, which they are calling the Brackens-Collins Ore for now, (Pause) shows promise. In fact, they think it can be used to provide cheaper energy than coal. It might even have military applications, like maybe it can be refined to make jet fuel or something like gasoline. They seemed pretty pumped up about it. They tried to call you guys, but you never seem to empty your voicemailboxes, according to (DUNNING shuffles through some notes) Dr. Louis Webster. Ring a bell?

BRACKENS Louie! That’s my dog!

DUNNING Well, he’s been trying to get ahold of you guys, but was unsuccessful.

COLLINS Looooob…

BRACKENS Walk down and fuck em all…

COLLINS Remember Donny Handjob? From Fort Lewis?

BRACKENS And Toast? From THE Bronx? (Both Sergeants smile, exchange a hand shake).

CAMERA shifts to DUNNING

DUNNING Sergeants, why don’t you tell me where you found the ore? CAMERA switches to two-shot of the Sergeants.

BRACKENS Why don’t YOU tell me where you found the ore?

CAMERA returns to DUNNING.

DUNNING What are you doing?

CAMERA continues the pattern, going from a two-shot when one of the Sergeants is speaking, back to DUNNING when he speaks.

COLLINS What are YOU doing? (Both Sergeants begin to smile. DUNNING does not see the humor.)

DUNNING We are not playing this game.

BRACKENS We are not playing WHICH game?

DUNNING The Article 15 game.

COLLINS The what now?

DUNNING Boys, I gotta tell you. The Colonel? He’s unpleasant. And he got the Red-Ass, all the time. It’s just not worth it.

BRACKENS (Turning to COLLINS) Remember that time at Fort Lewis? With the highway on-ramp in Poo-yawlup? The one with the red paint graffiti?

COLLINS (Smiling, turning to BRACKENS) The Perfect Crime!

BRACKENS The Perfect Crime…

DUNNING Sergeants?

BRACKENS and COLLINS Captain? (COLLINS whispers JINX)

DUNNING Can we focus? (DUNNING is taking a lot of crap, but needs these guys more than they need him.)

BRACKENS But it was the perfect crime, Captain. White guys tagging a freeway on-ramp sign by writing ‘Chief Sealth’ on it, only they misspelled ‘Chief,’ giving it an extra F.

COLLINS So stupid.

BRACKENS White people, right?

COLLINS You are correct, Sir!

DUNNING Sergeants?

BRACKENS and COLLINS (At the same time) Captain? (COLLINS whispers JINX again)

DUNNING Can we get back to this?

BRACKENS The… (BRACKENS motions his hands, trying to help the Captain)

DUNNING Bar-Gonz-ee-um, is it?

COLLINS That’s not even close, Sir.

BRACKENS You’re not even trying now, Sir.

DUNNING Alright. Keep fucking around boys. But think about what I said. The Red-Ass, Sergeants. Full Bird with the Red-Ass. You think bout that, then come back here tomorrow ready to play ball. I am not fucking around about the Article 15. Dismissed.

CUT to the Sergeants posted in a dinghy on a River, the one with a name they will not reveal, a fishing spot extraordinaire. The words Two Days Later appear on the screen. Both men are fishing.

BRACKENS Think we was followed?

COLLINS Doubt it, but can’t say for sure.

BRACKENS Drones?

COLLINS Expensive. Why waste the money?

BRACKENS The Army wants what it wants.

COLLINS True. The Army is full of sidewinders and swindlers. Of back-stabbers and complicators.

BRACKENS True. There is no shortage of sidewinders and swindlers, back-stabbers and complicators. Motherfuckers hell-bent on presenting difficulties.

COLLINS No doubt. Their cup runneth over.

BRACKENS Certainly. (Both men sit silently for a moment) So what do we do?

COLLINS We stick to the plan. We make sure we deal with the Captain on our terms, no matter what. He flinched yesterday. Could have given us an Article 15 or a barracks restriction. But he didn’t. He fucking flinched.

BRACKENS Alright.  But they will fuck with us…

COLLINS Oh, no doubt. I expect the fucking to begin any moment. We just gotta stick to our guns. We have what they want. For now.

BRACKENS For now.

CUT to DUNNING’S office, CAMERA on DUNNING, who has his head in his hands, listening to a voicemail. The Voice on the line is that of COLONEL DUPREE.

DUPREE (V.O.) This is about reparations, Captain. According to the folks in Washington, the price for Brackens-Collins is too steep. ‘Consider this Reparations,’ say the folks in Obama. ‘The USAFA. That’s your Reparations,’ goes the reply. The politicians and Generals in Washington say if we don’t play ball, they will take what they want. Colorado is still a part of the United States, but just barely. Fix this problem, Captain. Do I need to come down there?

(Excerpt from the screenplay Colorado!)

[goingmorry]

[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> reacting to thirst tweets

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: modern au, extremely crude language, sexually suggestive, daddy kink mention

Author's Note: Based on Buzzfeed's Celebrity Thirst Tweets. Since no one’s gonna write this, I will! Please don't take this seriously. 😂

RORONOA ZORO

Reads every message with a deadpan expression.

Thinks every message involving violence like "he could punch me and I'd thank him" or "he could step on me and I'd beg for more" are somehow related to training. 💪🏻

Doesn't understand how people can say certain things out loud but he's intrigued nonetheless.

Fan: "I would let those tiddies of his waterboard me any day of the week. 👁👅👁"

Zoro: "...That doesn't seem comfortable. Is that for an endurance exercise?"

SANJI

The thirstier, the better.

Not for his health though.

Nosebleeds after the third message.

His fans are surprised he lasted that long honestly.

And no, not in that way. 😏

Can't stop gushing blood 'cause his thoughts are running W I L D.

Someone has to call an ambulance for an emergency blood transfusion 'cause it's not stopping tonight. 🚑

Fan: "I would love to wrap up my sweet baby boy, Sanji, in warm blankets and cuddle him for being such an angel. But I would also let him raw me so hard until my legs can't hold me up anymore. 😌"

Sanji: *trips over himself, collapses and almost dies*

TRAFALGAR LAW

You know that confused math lady meme? That's basically him.

Thinks way too hard about each message like there's some deeper meaning but really they just want his DICK. 🍆 🍑 👀

Constantly questions his fans' sanity.

Fan: "Law has free reign to pelvic thrust my face until I pass out. And then, he could slice me up afterward and I'd worship him for it. 🥵"

Law: "Interesting. I wonder if you would be willing to accept an examination? Of the medical kind, of course."

EUSTASS KID

Knows that people act differently online vs. in person.

So he adds fuel to the fire.

Acts like he's down to fuck.

But only because he knows most people don't have the guts to follow through.

Fan: "Kid's like 6'8. I'm like 99 percent sure that his cock is fucking massive. He would absolutely D E S T R O Y me, but tbh I ain't gonna be the one complaining. 🤤"

Kid: "Wanna come say that to my face?" *wide grin*

PORTGAS D. ACE

Flustered af but extremely polite it's laughable.

It could literally be the raunchiest message and he'll fucking thank them like they just complimented his hat weaving skills.

Gives a small bow after reading every tweet.

Genuinely surprised that so many people find him attractive enough to thirst over him.

Fan: "I know Ace always prances around shirtless but can he also go pantsless too? Please just let him be straight up naked. I need to admire that thicc ass of his. 😩"

Ace: "That's very kind of you. Thank you so much for the compliment. 😊"

SABO

Cheeky bastard.

Reads the messages very slowly with no shame whatsoever.

Responds cooly and makes eye-contact with the camera.

Fan: "Listen here, bitches. I only drink two things to quench this thirst: water and Sabo's cum. And water's not gonna cut it for me anymore. 🙃"

Sabo: "I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I will keep this in mind." *smirks at the camera*

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Asks a question every single damn time. LMAO.

Straight up definition of ???

Visibly confused like a lost puppy.

"What does bussy mean?"

"What is creampie? Is that food?"

"I don't understand what they mean by blow. They want to blow me? But I can already blow myself."

Proceeds to use Gear Third to enlarge himself. 😧

Chaos ensues. Cameras start flying everywhere and the studio begins to panic.

KILLER

Shy af. 😳

Has to pause in between reading each thirsty message due to embarrassment.

Surprised at the horniness of the tweets.

Luckily for him, his mask hides his flustered face well.

Fan: "I want Killer to suffocate me with those thicc thighs of his. I would literally thank him for it. 😩"

Killer: "Hmm... That doesn't sound very pleasurable."

SHANKS

110% down to clown. 🤡

Laughs every time he reads about people thirsting over him.

He's sexy, he knows it, and he's not going to apologize for it.

Ends up making his fans blush instead.

Asks the interviewer for the most explicit messages.

Basically, do your worst. He can handle it.

Fan: "Shanks, I'm just a hole, sir."

Shanks: "If that's how you want it to be, sweetie. I promise I'll be gentle." *winks at camera* 😏

DRACULE MIHAWK

Out of touch with internet culture.

Lost with all the abbreviations and slang.

Has to ask the interviewer what "thirsty thot" means.

Responds to the horny messages with his own banter but with the most serious expression ever.

Flattered that people find him attractive.

Fan: "Oh god. Daddy Mihawk, please I stg I will literally pay to lick those sweet abs. 👅"

Mihawk: "I'm not your father, but I suppose I will entertain you just this once."

[sparklecryptid]

Ooo oooh oooh. 

Remember that long Ace/Nyx post I sent you once upon a time? About a Reveal AU? I just - had the mental image of that scenario more or less adapted to the Luche Regisdaughter AU - 

So. Mental image of fem!Luche leading a bunch of glaives in a battle. Except, during the course of said battle, the Empire deploys an experimental technology that shuts off the magic. Or, more precisely - numbs the link between the glaive and *King Regis’s* magic.

Luche is not impressed. 

She is also not impressed by Tredd’s sudden shit-eating grin as the enemy commander boasts as much.

Seriously. Seriously?

Luche - sighs. Glares. 

And launches a crackling wave of ice at the oncoming enemy while shouting at her people to ’get the fuck up and FIGHT!‘ Before turning to her smirking common-law husband. 

“You! Stand by me?”

Tredd knows exactly what she’s asking. “Always.”

(It’s the most abbreviated Shied-Royal oath ever given. But it works.)

YES I LOVE THIS.

The aftermath

Luche doesn’t want to be here. Here being sitting in the medical ward of the Citadel while her husband and a good few many of her Glaives (because they are hers. They have always been hers.) stand around looking ready to attack the medical staff if they do any thing untoward.

Tredd looks like he’s about to maim anyone who comes too close to her. He frightened the nurse that came to drag Luche’s blood so badly she nearly fled the room in terror.

But that’s not the point. The point is that Luche does not want to be here. The point is that she knows exactly what she did. The point is that that should be enough proof of her claims but no. She has to get it proven.

Luche sighs, shifting in her seat as she lets her eyes roll.

“Bored?” Nyx teases, “After all that?”

“Shut up, Ulric,” Luche says, a fond heat in her words, “I didn’t take out half a fucking army and give you all temporary magic just so you could be snarky.”

“No,” Axis says, “You did it so we would survive.”

The room falls into silence after that before the door opens and everyone leaps to their feet to stand at attention as King Regis appears.

“Sir,” Luche greets, her face unreadable and Tredd’s fire a comforting presence at her side, “What can I do for you today?”

“Please,” Regis says, “Sit down and send your men away.”

“I can’t do that, Your Majesty,” Luche says, “Whatever it is you want to say can be said in front of my men.”

Regis looks as though he wants to argue.

He doesn’t.

“You’re my daughter,” Regis says and is voice is pained, “But you knew that didn’t you?”

@hamelin-born

[rowansparrow]

Juke Box Hero: A Rose Story

This is SO STUPID LMAO But I hope you guys like it anyway. I’m back on my bullshit and I am here to provide you with a little story based off THIS POST. Anon, thank you for your service, because this was very, very fun. 

This snippet takes place during Chapter Seven of BAON, during the flashback when Reader is meeting Rex for the first time and Rose and Co. are stuck cleaning up the barracks. You don’t necessarily have to have read it for this to make sense, but the right context might be neat. 

Also, for timeline purposes/in BAON, Tup and Dogma technically never met Rose, as they weren’t part of the 501st before he died, but I’m including them in this because I make the rules and I wanted to. 

Also Denal’s here because I think he’s a funky dude and deserves more content.

The clones deserve to dance and have fun and who’s gonna write them doing that if it ain’t me? 

Rating: Mature-ish? There are some dirty jokes and swearing but mostly it’s Just fun shenanigans with Rose and Bros. 

(Also I spent a TON of time picking everyone’s songs so pls tell me what you think of my selections lmao).

I’m tagging everyone from the BAON tag list in case you’re interested. Enjoy!

In retrospect, perhaps Rose should have put a stop to the loth cat situation – or as Hardcase called it, Operation: P.U.S.S.Y. He claimed it was an abbreviation for “Petting Unusually Sweet Strays, Yeah!”

“You have to call it something else.” Rose had said at the time, staring at the loth cat cradled protectively in Hardcase’s arms.

“But you’re not saying no?” Hardcase prompted eagerly, already bouncing lightly on his heels.

“Just…” Rose pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just… clean up after it? And if it breaks anything, it’s on you, and for the love of Force, don’t get caught.”

Now, as the Lieutenant surveyed the disarray that had befallen the barracks, and the company of very disgruntled subordinates, he was reconsidering his earlier leniency.

“I feel as the acting SIC, you’re the one who should be taking the flak for this, not the entire company.” Jesse grumbled, glaring at Lieutenant Rose over his shoulder as he scrubbed at the floor of the barracks.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not the one who brought a pregnant loth-cat into the barracks in the first place.” Rose replied, straightening up for a moment where he’d been hunched over, his back cracking as he moved.

“Well, you didn’t fight me very hard on it!” Hardcase protested. “And I didn’t know Beans was pregnant at the time! I didn’t even know she was a girl!”

His explanation only earned him several slugs to the arm from nearby vode.

“And just because I’m second-in-command does not make me exempt from the Captain’s wrath.” Rose added. “You didn’t get the dressing-down, you just have to carry out the punishment with me.”

“Hang on, I thought we agreed the cat’s name was going to be Road Rash?” Coric asked.

“That’s unladylike.” Said Denal. “And rude. She can’t help her scars.”

“And Beans is ladylike?” Jesse raised an eyebrow.

“She likes it! And her kits looked like beans when they came out too!”

Rose shook his head fondly at his men as they bickered. At least they weren’t complaining anymore.

In truth, he was surprised the situation had been managed as long as it had been. They’d lasted almost a full three weeks without anyone figuring out they were hiding a cat in the barracks. Of course, the kittens made it much harder, and they could only hide them in overturned helmets during inspections for so many days before the helmets started to mewl.

And once Beans threw a tantrum over not having her kits with her, it was game over. She’d knocked over an entire can of armor paint in her wrath, and blue pawprints and large paint puddles coated the durasteel of the barracks, and a few of the bunks had claw and bite marks in the fabric.

“It’ll take us an hour, maybe more, to clean this whole mess up.” Fives complained, looking around the barracks forlornly. He had a nasty scratch just under his eye from finally snatching Beans up in her rampage. “Kriff. I was excited to go out tonight.”

“Not to mention after we finish here the Captain said we had to go take over latrine and canteen detail from other battalions.”

“Then I guess you better get scrubbing.” Kix said absently, thumbing through medical requisition forms on his datapad and sitting cross-legged on one of the few bunks that didn’t have blue paw prints streaked across it.

“Why aren’t you helping? You’re part of the company too.” Echo said. “Fives and I are ARC troopers, if anyone here should be exempt from company-wide punishments, it’s us.”

“I’m not helping because I didn’t participate.” Kix replied, not looking up from his ‘pad.

“The kark you didn’t, you delivered the kits!” Fives snapped.

“Well, Captain Rex didn’t catch me, so.”

“That’s because you went and hid in the medbay and didn’t warn the rest of us he was coming.” Tup muttered under his breath.

“Not true. I sent Jesse a comm.” Kix said, finally looking up only to shrug and return to his work. “Which he didn’t check, and that’s not my fault.”

“It doesn’t matter who was involved and who wasn’t involved.” Dogma piped up. “Clearly, because if it did, I wouldn’t be here either.”

“We know.” Said Jesse and Fives in unison.

Rose sighed, his eyes drifting forlornly to his bunk. He spotted his footlocker sticking halfway out from underneath the durasteel, and he lit up. He opened it quickly, pulling out a beat-up radio he’d gotten at a market stall during one of his first deployments. He’d had to trade a droid popper and half his rations for it – Rex had not been pleased about it when he found out – but it was worth the two-day latrine rotation he’d gotten as punishment.

He’d already downloaded several songs off the HoloNet, along with a few channel recordings of past BoloBall games. Even if he knew who won them, it was still something to listen to on long stints on cruisers.

“What’cha doing, Lieutenant?” Tup asked, peeking around the corner as Rose straightened back up, fumbling with the little radio for a moment and propping it up on one of the bunks so the music could fill the whole room.

“No. NO! No.” Jesse jabbed a finger at the Lieutenant as he saw him set up the radio. “No. Absolutely not. I have had enough of your osik-brained, Force-forsaken, whack-ass music to last me a lifetime.”

Kix chuckled, rolling his eyes at the other trooper. “You listen exclusively to electronic dance music. Even when we aren’t at 79s. You have no room to talk.”

“This is better than that.” Rose promised, dialing up the volume. “This is the kind of stuff you’d find on the jukebox at Dex’s Diner.” He grinned. Dex was personal friends with General Kenobi, and was one of the few Coruscant establishments that was friendly to clones, as long as they behaved themselves. Rose had gone there with his brothers a handful of times, and even Anakin had dragged his Padawan Ahsoka, Rose, and Rex along once.

“You have a radio?” Dogma frowned. “Isn’t that contraband, sir?”

“Relax, it’s an old prewar-era radio, it’s not hurting anything.” Fives drawled, knocking Dogma lightly on the shoulder. “What’re you gonna play, sir?”

“Let’s see…” Rose filtered through his downloads, and grinned wider, pressing play.

Immediately, soft music rang through the barracks, and Jesse smacked his head against the bunk, groaning loudly.

“I’m begging you, Lieutenant.” Jesse said. “I’m begging.”

Rose was already swaying his hips, bending over to grab Jesse by the chin.

“On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.” Rose serenaded him.

Jesse swatted Rose’s hand away, and Rose turned, swinging around on the side of the bunk and pointing to Fives this time. “Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night.”

Fives grinned, joining in even as he stumbled slightly over the words.

“There she stood in the doorway. I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself, this could be Heaven or this could be Hell.”

Kix was drumming his fingers on his datapad, nodding along and singing under his breath.

“Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say…”

“This is too slow.” Echo griped, rising to his feet and stepping over Dogma, who was still stubbornly scrubbing away at the barrack floors and refusing to engage even as the rest of the clones began quietly singing along with the chorus.

The ARC Trooper fiddled with the dial for a moment, scrolling through Rose’s music and selecting another song, already grinning as the chanting started through the speakers and eventually rippled through the ranks of the 501st.

“STOP.” Jesse barked, trying to kick Fives as the other ARC trooper hopped to his feet, stomping his feet and chanting along. “STOP, I HATE THIS ONE!”

Rose and Hardcase were chanting too, and Coric had started clapping his hands on an overturned bucket, a few shinies clapping their hands together as Echo shook his ass, kama swaying as he climbed up onto a nearby table. He scooped up a mop, pulling the handle to his mouth.

“I can’t stop this feeling, deep inside of me.” He pointed to Kix, grinding against the handle. “Girl, you just don’t realize what you do to me.”

Kix gave him the finger, and Echo pointed to Fives, who was still chanting with the others but was now holding up his helmet, recording the whole thing. Echo amped up his performance.

“When you hold me in your arms so tight, you let me know everything’s alright. I’m hooked on a feeling!”

Tup whooped from where he’d moved to sit on one of the bunks. Dogma shot him a nasty look, which he ignored in favor of watching Echo strut on the table.

“I’m high on believing that you’re in love with me. Lips as sweet as candy, its taste is on my mind. Girl you got me thirsty for another cup of wine.”

“Wait, wait, wait, I have a good one.” Fives shoved his helmet at Hardcase, letting him take over recording as he scrambled to the radio, quickly turning the dial once again and elbowing Echo off the table as fast, loud, angry guitars shredded through the barracks.

Jesse seemed to perk up just slightly, and any of the 501st troopers who were still trying to actually clean – save for Dogma – had abandoned their supplies and had elected to dance instead, crowding the table and forming a makeshift mosh pit.

Fives was nothing if not a showman, and when he snatched the mop from Echo, he performed.

“When I get high, I get high on speed. Top fuel funny car’s a drug for me, my heart! My heart! Kickstart my heart!”

He stomped his foot hard on the table, flipping his head back and running one hand messily through his hair.

“Always got the cops coming after me, custom-built bike doing 103, my heart! My heart! Kickstart my heart!”

Rose laughed, watching as Fives looked at the helmet Hardcase was hoisting up over the crowd, singing into the camera and rolling his shoulders back.

“Ooh, are ya ready, girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Woah, yeah! Kickstart my heart, baby give it a start. Woah, yeah! Baby! Kickstart my heart, hope it never stops. Woah, yeah, baby yeah!”

The clones joined him for the chorus, and then Fives dropped to his knees like he’d seen rockers do on the HoloNet, high fiving the nearest vode. Dogma was still stubbornly trying to clean up the barracks, but had moved on to one of the far corners, only giving the rest of his battalion the occasional side-eye.

“Skydive naked from an aeroplane, or a lady with a body from outer space, my heart. My heart! Kickstart my heart.” He wiggled his hips as he straightened back up, biting his lip through a grin and dropping his hand to his hips and shaking his fist obscenely, as though he was jerking himself off.

“Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes, I’m just looking for another good time, my heart. My heart! Kickstart my heart!”

Before Fives could do something else profane – or possibly attempt to crowd-surf and give Rose a handful of incident reports to fill out, the music suddenly shifted, and all heads turned to the radio.

Kix was smirking. He’d divested himself of the top half of his armor, instead electing to shimmy his way up onto the table in just the upper half of his blacks and lower armor plates. Fives exited, rejoining the crowd as Kix leveled a sultry look at the camera for just a moment before turning his back on the crowd.

“Clean shirt, new shoes, and I don’t know where I am goin’ to. Silk suit, black tie, I don’t need a reason why.”

He spun quickly, switching his grip on the mop handle as though he was holding a woman in his arms, dipping it low towards the crowd as he sang.

“They come a runnin’ just as fast as they can, ‘cos every girl’s crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.”

Fives and Echo were howling with laughter, and Hardcase wolf-whistled loud enough that Rose’s ears rang. Even Jesse had finally joined in, nodding his head along to the music and trying to bite back a grin. Tup had left the crowd to instead attempt to pull Dogma in, and Denal had rounded up a few newer members and was trying to push them closer to the front.

Kix unzipped the top half of his blacks, doing a slow strip-tease in time with the music.

“Gold watch, diamond ring, I ain’t missin’, not a single thing. And cufflinks, stickpin, when I step out I’mma do you in.” Kix shrugged out of his blacks and rolled his hips along the mop handle, dropping his ass low and slowly dragging himself back up, grinding against the handle.

“They come a runnin’ just as fast as they can, ‘cos every girl’s crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.”

Fives actually pretended to faint, falling backwards into Echo, who was laughing so hard that he fell over with him.

“ALRIGHT!” Dogma shouted over the music, elbowing his way through the crowd with Tup following anxiously behind him. Dogma firmly stopped the music, hands on his hips as he turned to face the rest of his brothers, who’d begun to boo.

“We have orders,” Dogma reminded them. “This is a punishment, not a party. When we finish here, we’re supposed to clean the shower block, and then we’re supposed to report to the mess hall and take over the canteen cleanup shifts.”

“We know the orders, Dogma.” Rose said, putting a hand on the younger trooper’s shoulder. “There’s no harm in having fun while you work.”

“I’m the only one still working.” Dogma grumbled.

“Alright, alright, we’ll turn it low for now, and we’ll finish up in here, then we can bring the radio with us when we move to the refreshers and canteen. Fair?” He asked, turning to the rest of the men. There were a few muttered responses, and Rose raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite make that out.” He said. “We are cleaning this mess up, correct gentlemen?”

“Sir yes sir!” They all answered quickly, hurrying back to work.

Rose chuckled, shifting the music to something a little calmer, the gentle piano wafting through the barracks as they continued to clean up.

Denal’s head perked up as soon as he heard the piano start, and while he didn’t climb up onto the table like his brothers had, he smiled to himself, turning back towards the spot he was scrubbing and singing to the durasteel floor.

“I'm sailing away. Set an open course for the Virgin Sea.”

Echo hummed, closing his eyes and rocking back on his heels for a moment, listening to his older vod croon.

“'Cause I've got to be free. Free to face the life that's ahead of me.” Denal continued, his voice soft but steady. “On board I'm the captain, so climb aboard. We'll search for tomorrow on every shore and I'll try, oh Lord I'll try… to carry on.”

Somebody whistled, a few scattered claps ringing through the barracks. Coric picked up where Denal left off.

“I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory. Some happy some sad.” He sang. “I think of childhood friends, and the dreams we had.”

Tup glanced to Dogma, who was practically seething as he scrubbed at the same spot on the floor that he’d been working on for the past several minutes. “You like this song, don’t you, Dogma?”

“No I don’t. Shut up.”

“Join in. They won’t mind.” Tup encouraged.

“No.”

“We live happily forever, so the story goes. But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold.” Sang Coric. “But we'll try best that we can to carry on!”

The music picked up, and Jesse shot Rose a look.

“This is a deceptively fast song.” He said.

“It sneaks up on ya.” Rose chuckled.

The barracks devolved into chaos once again, the clones all screaming along to the lyrics, even the ones who didn’t know the words picked it up quickly, encouraged by their brothers.

Despite the distractions, they finally finished cleaning the barracks, and Rose plucked the radio from where he’d stashed it, leading the way down the hallway towards the refreshers. The 501st were especially rowdy in the quiet halls – most of the barracks were empty, the clones who weren’t being punished for loth-cat related shenanigans were taking advantage of the shore leave.

When they opened the door to the shower block, they encountered a few members of the 212th already in there, cleaning up.

“Pack it in, lads.” Rose announced. “We’re taking over for you.”

“What? Why?” Boil asked, leaning on a mop and raising an eyebrow. “Did you get in trouble?”

“Yes.” Hardcase replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“All of you?” Waxer poked his head out from inside one of the refresher stalls, Crys and Wooley pausing from where they were wiping down countertops.

“Yeah, it’s Hardcase’s fault. As usual.” Jesse said, strolling over to Boil and plucking the mop from his hands. “We’re supposed to take over your shifts.”

“Good, I was hoping to get to 79’s tonight before last call. I hear they’ve got purple spotchka.” Boil said excitedly, glancing at Waxer over his shoulder.

“We can help you finish.” Waxer said, immediately raining on his brother’s parade. “There isn’t much left to do anyway.”

“You sure?” Rose asked. “It’s technically a punishment -.”

“Nah, it’s fine, there really isn’t much left, aside from the toilets.” He grinned. “But you boys can handle those.”

“Fair enough.” Rose chuckled, nodding over his shoulder to his men. Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase were in a heated four-way battle of rock, flimsi, cutters in order to determine who had to clean the toilets first.

“What’s that?” One trooper Rose didn’t recognize asked, pointing to his hand.

“It’s a radio!” Rose said cheerfully. “I’m err… technically not supposed to have it. But we’ve been listening to music while we worked.” He set it up on the countertop. “Do you have a favorite song…?”

“Spitter.” The 212th trooper supplied helpfully.

“Spitter.” Rose repeated, chuckling to himself and wondering how the hell he’d earned that name. “Do you have a favorite song?”

“I don’t know the name of it.” The trooper admitted shyly. “But – but it’s the one they play on the hits channel all the time. I hear it playing in the admiral’s quarters on the Negotiator all the time.”

“I know that one!” Waxer said excitedly, nodding to Rose. “It’s the one Commander Cody likes. You were playing it in the hangar a few weeks ago when our flight detail overlapped.”

“I remember.” Rose smiled, and turned the song on.

Immediately, every head, including Dogma’s, perked up at the familiar tune. Fives clapped his hands together, getting them started.

“When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.”

The younger trooper, Spitter, lit up and followed it up.

“When I go out, yeah I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.”

Waxer elbowed Boil, trying to get him to join in, but the other trooper shook his head and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes even as Waxer sang.

“If I get drunk, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.”

Their voices carried through the refresher’s tiled walls, and Jesse picked up where Waxer left off.

“And if I haver, yeah I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you.”

When the chorus rolled around, everyone joined in, their voices bouncing off the walls around them.

“But I would walk five hundred miles, and I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door.”

“When I’m working,” Kix began, offering a hand to Wooley and giving him a playful spin. “Yes I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s working hard for you.”

“And when the money comes in for the work I do, I’ll pass almost every penny on to you.” Wooley laughed, shoving Kix away with a grin.

“When I come home,” Tup piped up quickly, before someone else could. “Oh, I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you.”

“And if I grow old,” Crys smirked, shaking his shoulders at Fives, who punched him playfully in the arms and joined in, singing the line in unison. “Well, I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you.”

The chorus returned, and they sang with even more feeling than before, dancing and tossing their heads back, shouting along to the words and nearly drowning out the music itself as they sang.

As the final verse approached, Waxer sidled up next to Boil, giving him a hopeful look. His brother sighed, scrubbing a hand bitterly over his face and reluctantly joined in.

“When I’m lonely, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you.” He sang.

“And when I’m dreaming,” Echo called. “Well I know I’m gonna dream, I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you.”

“And when I go out, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.” Fives followed.

“And when I come home, yes I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who comes back home with you.” Denal said.

Tup took a deep breath, preparing to finish off the verse, but he was cut off.

“I’m gonna be the man who’s coming home,” Dogma’s voice was shaky as all eyes turned to him, and he finished in a squeak. “With you.”

The room erupted in cheers, Fives catching Dogma under his arm and giving him a noogie as the chorus rang out once again, everyone shouting along to the lyrics together.

When the song ended, and the cleanup was done, the 212th parted ways with the 501st, the brothers patting one another on the back and jeering affectionately at one another now that the song and dance was done.

“If you finish with everything before final call, catch up with us at 79’s.” Boil called over his shoulder. “We can give the vode there a run for their money with our rendition of that song.”

“Count on it.” Rose chuckled, giving the other company a little salute before leading his men on towards the canteen.

The canteen, blessedly, was empty, and most of it was already clean. All they really had to do was wipe everything down, mop, and then make sure the kitchen was well-prepped for the next day.

“I didn’t know you had it in ya, Dogma.” Echo said affectionately, knocking his younger vod playfully in the shoulder as they walked.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Dogma muttered, his ears burning as he pushed into the canteen, grabbing the cleaning supplies from the nearby supply closet.

“Who’s turn was it for a solo?” Fives asked, watching as Rose started to set up the radio above one of the food windows so it could project into the entire cafeteria.

“I think Dogma should go.” Kix grinned. “Now that we know he’s got some pipes.”

“Absolutely not.” Dogma said immediately, not looking up from where he was wiping down tables.

“I can go first?” Tup offered, raising his hand sheepishly. Dogma shot him another stern look, but Tup was already wandering over to the radio, moving the dial and tentatively pressing play.

Upbeat music filled the canteen, and the other troopers cheered as Fives ushered Tup over to the nearest table, boosting him up on top of it and then thrusting a mop into his hands. Hardcase was already fumbling with the helmet again, trying to get a recording as Tup tapped his foot along with the beat, nodding his head as he found his rhythm.

“I get up in the evening, and I ain’t got nothing to say. I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way.”

Fives was leading other troopers in pounding the surrounding tables in time with the drumbeats while Echo was leading another group to clap in time.

“I ain’t nothing but tired! Man, I’m just tired and bored with myself.” Tup flashed the camera a grin, reaching up and pulling his hair tie out, shaking his wild curls loose around his head. “Hey there baby, I could use just a little help.”

Jesse whistled, and Dogma had stopped cleaning and was watching his brother, the slightest smile pulling at his lips.

“You can’t start a fire, can’t start a fire without a spark. This gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”

Tup shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his head back and jerking his hips.

“Messages keep getting clearer, radio’s on and I’m moving ‘round my place. I check my look in the mirror, wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face!”

He swayed his hips again, and Hardcase shoved the camera at Kix instead so he could join in the clapping.

“Man, I ain’t getting nowhere, I’m just living in a dump like this. There’s something happening somewhere, baby I just know that there is.”

He hopped off the table, instead taking Dogma’s hand and dragging him towards the makeshift stage.

“You can’t start a fire, you can’t start a fire without a spark. This gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”

He pushed the mop into Dogma’s hands instead, beaming at him as he scurried off the table, sprinting over to the radio and quickly changing the song.

Immediately, slow guitar started but quickly escalated into heavy drums and fast riffs. Dogma’s cheeks turned a darker shade, and he looked frantically to Tup, trying to climb back down off the stage.

“No, no, come on!” Fives shouted, trying to body block Dogma from getting down. “Come on, you got this!”

The lyrics began, and Dogma sang along, his mouth barely moving, voice almost imperceptible.

“Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken… and the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken?”

“Come on!” Tup called to him. “You LOVE this song! Let ‘em hear it!”

Dogma grit his teeth, his voice gaining strength. “But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family, in your head, in your head they are fighting.”

He stomped his foot on the table, practically snarling out the words. “With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns, in your head, in your head they are crying.”

He threw his head back, and for not the first time that night, the radio was drowned out by cheers.

“In your head! In your head! Zombie, Zombie, Zombie. What’s in your head? In your head? Zombie, Zombie, Zombie!”

Dogma climbed off the table quickly, his ears and cheeks burning but a small smile was on his face, even as he was smothered by Hardcase, Fives, Tup, and Echo swarming him with hugs and rubbing his head affectionately.

Jesse climbed up onto the table next, picking up the discarded mop and clearing his throat.

“I would just like to dedicate this song to the gorgeous woman I picked up at 79s last week.” He drawled, nodding once to Kix, who was hovering knowingly by the radio. He nodded once to the helmet, which was now stationed on a nearby table, still recording. “Darling, you had the best pair of tits I have ever seen in my entire life, and you had the mouth of an angel and the coochie of a devil.”

Fives whistled, and Coric snickered. Rose rolled his eyes.

“So, babygirl, this one is for you.”

Kix turned on the radio, and Jesse grinned.

“Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame. Darling, you give love a bad name.”

Guitar rang out through the mess hall, and Jesse bit his lip, rolling his hips as he leaned slightly off the edge of the table.

“An angel’s smile is what you sell, you promised me heaven then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me, when passion’s a prison, you can’t break free.”

He dropped into a crouch, singing directly into the camera.

“Whoa, you’re a loaded gun, whoa, there’s nowhere to run, no one can save me, the damage is done!”

He jumped to his feet, the table shaking under him as he landed.

“Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame. You give love a bad name. I play my part and you play your game, you give love a bad name!” He turned his back on the crowd, dropping low again and slowly rising, shaking his ass. “Yeah you give love…”

He looked over his shoulder, tossing the camera a wink. “…a bad name.”

The music changed abruptly, and for a moment Jesse looked pissed. “What the hell, ‘Case?”

But his expression shifted as Hardcase rushed to the table, pushing his brother out of the way and taking the mop from him. The crowd cheered all over again as Jesse climbed down, brothers slapping him on the shoulders as Hardcase’s song started up.

“We finish strong, right vode?” He asked cheekily.

“We still have to finish cleaning!” Dogma called back.

Hardcase only smirked in response, and sang quickly to keep up with the lightning fast lyrics.

“Backstroking lover always hiding ‘neath the cover, can I talk to you, my daddy say. He said, you ain’t seen nothing ‘til you’re down on a muff and then you’re sure to be a-changin’ your ways.”

He cupped his codpiece, bucking his hips forward into his own hand.

“I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder, all the times I can reminisce. ‘Cos the best things of lovin’ with her sister and her cousin only started with a little kiss, like this!”

He swung his arms wide, shaking his ass in time with the music and stuck his tongue out, having the time of his life.

“See-saw swingin’ with the boys in the school and your feet flyin’ up in the air. Singin’ hey diddle diddle with your kitty in the middle of the swing like you didn’t care.”

He walked backwards along the table, rolling his shoulders back as he moved.

“So I took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play. Wasn’t me she was foolin’ ‘cos she knew what she was doin’, and I know love is here to stay when she told me to walk this way!”

The rest of the 501st joined in with him, repeating the chorus of “Walk this way! Walk this way! Walk this way!” over and over again, Hardcase taking over again as the next verse began.

“School girl sweetie was the sassy kinda classy, little skirt’s climbing way up her knees. There was three young ladies in the school gym locker when I noticed they was lookin’ at me.”

He ran his hands along his thigh, mimicking raising a skirt.

“I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady ‘til the boys told me something I missed. Then my next-door neighbor with a daughter had a favor so I gave her just a little kiss, like this!”

“Do you think he has any idea what he’s singing about?” Kix asked Rose, leaning back against the counter and chuckling.

He watched as Hardcase went back to grabbing his own crotch, dry-humping the air and hummed.

“I’d say most likely.”

“See-saw swingin’ with the boys in the school and your feet flyin’ up in the air. Singin’ hey diddle diddle with your kitty in the middle of the swing like you didn’t care.”

Hardcase grinned, and to both Kix and Rose’s utter chagrin, Hardcase actually did dive off the makeshift stage and attempt to crowd surf.

“So I took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play. Wasn’t me she was foolin’ ‘cos she knew what she was doin’, and I know love is here to stay when she told me to walk this way!”

“I’m not patching you up!” Kix shouted over the roar of the music. Rose chuckled, turning the volume nod down as the rest of the 501st shouted in protest.

“Alright, that’s enough for now.” The Lieutenant said, taking control once more. “We can listen to it quietly in the background, but we really do need to wrap up cleaning.”

“Why? Got a date tonight?” Jesse asked with a raised eyebrow. Rose punched him lightly in the arm, and they got back to work once again.

They worked in relative silence, the occasional voice humming or singing along to the music, but they remained productive right up until one of the final songs Rose had downloaded cut through the speaker. The piano wasn’t as rich-sounding as it was through a regular speaker, but even through the tinny cadence of the beat-up radio, every single trooper in the canteen bolted upright, eyebrows raised. Rose smiled knowingly, and turned up the volume once again.

Fives beamed, sitting down on top of one of the tables and laying back, one leg bent and the other stretched flat, a hand behind his head as he sang up at the ceiling.

“Just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.”

Jesse leaned back against the wall on the other side of the canteen, closing his eyes as he joined in.

“Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.”

Echo kept mopping, but was grinning as he picked up the next line. “A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume.”

Kix grinned. “For a smile, they can share the night, it goes on, and on, and on, and on.”

The rest of the 501st joined in together, their voices carrying in perfect harmony.

“Strangers, waiting. Up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night. Streetlight people, living just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the -.”

“Night!” Hardcase shouted, straining every muscle in his chest and neck as he struggled to reach the high note.

Tup picked up the next verse, climbing onto one of the tables and dragging Dogma up with him once again.

“Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants the thrill. Paying anything to roll the dice just one more time.”

Dogma smiled, nodding his head along to the music. “Some will win, some will lose.”

Tup threw his arm around his brother, and the two of them sang together. “Some were born to sing the blues!”

Rose’s voice carried from over by the radio. “Oh the movie never ends, it goes on and on, and on and on!”

“Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night. Streetlight people, living just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the -.”

“NIGHT!” This time, it was Dogma, of all people, who rang out with the high note, and the explosion of shouts and cheers was deafening. They were screaming along to the lyrics, dancing and jumping and shouting and swaying in time with the song.

“Don’t stop believin’! Hold on to that feeling. Streetlight people! Don’t stop believin’, hold on-”

“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

The booming voice was so powerful, it could be heard even over the shouts of all the clones. Echo was closest to the radio, and quickly shut it off as the song and dance stopped immediately, every clone scrambling to stand at attention.

The Jedi that filled the doorway was massive, an imposing shadow in the entrance to the canteen. He zeroed in on Tup and Dogma, who had been standing closest to the entrance, and stormed towards them.

“Who is your commanding officer?!”

“Me, sir.”

The Besalisk Jedi turned, spinning on Rose immediately. He stalked over to the Lieutenant, jabbing a meaty finger into his chest, hard enough to send him stumbling backwards.

“What is the meaning of this?” He snarled.

“Sir, we were assigned cleaning detail.” He explained. “We were just finishing up.”

The Jedi bared his teeth. “Doesn’t look like much cleaning was taking place to me.”

He surveyed the rest of the troopers, but turned his head back to Rose.

“What is your designation?”

“CT-7673.” Rose recited immediately, keeping his back ramrod straight at attention, even though the Jedi was deep in his personal space. He knew this man. General Krell had quite the reputation through the GAR, and Rose had no clue what he was doing outside of the Jedi Temple this late at night.

“Who is your commanding officer?”

“Captain Rex, sir.”

“Not a clone! Is there a malfunction in your design?!” The Jedi bellowed. A few feet behind him, Hardcase flinched at the sudden loud sound, but Rose held still. “Your general, CT-7673! Who is your Commanding Officer!?”

“General Skywalker, sir.” Rose said instead. The canteen was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

He turned his head, noticing the little radio on the table and picked it up, the device small in his massive hands, raising an eyebrow at Rose. “Contraband, disturbance of the peace, behavior unbecoming of an officer, insubordination.” He hissed. “That’s plenty of grounds for a court martial, Lieutenant.”

“Sir.” Fives spoke up, taking a step towards them. “Proper chain of command designates General Skywalker as the one to hand down a court martial order, sir.”

He narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with contempt. “With all due respect, sir, you do not command this battalion, and cannot order a court martial on the Lieutenant.”

“Fives.” Rose snapped, whipping his head around to face Fives. “Stand down. Now.”

The ARC Trooper shrank back, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and the General turned back to Rose.

“Be that as it may,” he began icily. “You can rest assured this breach of conduct will not go unreported.”

“Yes sir.” Rose replied stiffly.

General Krell pulled back at last, surveying the battalion. “I want this canteen spotless, and not a word out of you in the meantime!” He ordered. “And I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore.”

With one quick motion, he smashed the radio in his hands. Rose heard a soft, hurt sound somewhere behind him, but ignored it. He didn’t look away from the General.

“Dismissed.” Krell growled, turning and stalking towards the doors. “And as for you,” He turned, jabbing one large finger at Fives. “I’ll be mentioning you in my report as well. Pray our paths do not cross again, clone.”

And with those words, he left the canteen.

Rose relaxed, but only minimally so. The silence hung heavy over the 501st, and everyone quietly shuffled back to work.

Rose gripped the mop handle tightly as he worked, his knuckles turning white. His chest burned, a tight, constricting feeling wrapped around his insides. It was a feeling he’d never felt before – anger, sadness, humiliation, resignation – all rolled into one hateful ball, coiled in his gut.

“Finished with the kitchen, sir.” Came Tup’s small voice. He’d put his hair back up, the tight bun back to regulation standards. Dogma was standing stiff beside him, still not entirely relaxed yet. “And the um – the canteen area’s just about wrapped up as well.”

“Very good.” Rose said with a small nod. “I’ll report back to Captain Rex, let him know we’ve finished for the night.”

“Sorry about your radio, sir.” Hardcase murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, ‘Case.” Rose smiled, but his eyes were sad. “It was – it was old, anyway. Just a silly thing.”

Fives bristled, his jaw setting as he tossed the bucket he’d been holding back into the supply closet with far more force than necessary.

“We aren’t supposed to leave base for the rest of the night, right?” Denal asked, arms folded across his chest as they finished the last of the cleanup. “Guess we could play Sabacc or something back in the barracks?”

There were a few murmured agreements, and the 501st shuffled back towards the barracks. Rose was still thinking about the General, and had a bitter taste in his mouth. They hadn’t been doing anything wrong, really.

Was it such a crime to enjoy oneself? To simply exist?

Fives and Echo fell into step on either side of Rose, the ARC Troopers bracketing their Lieutenant. “I bet Echo and I could rebuild the radio.” Fives offered. “Might take a little bit, but even if we can’t, Kix is real good at bartering stuff down in the markets. Remember when he got us those HoloDisc movies for just a tube of bacta?”

“We could find another radio for you?” Echo suggested hopefully. “Or maybe,” he lowered his voice slightly. “Maybe Y/N could find you one?”

“Let it go.” Rose said, picking up the pace and pulling away from the ARC Troopers. They reentered the now far tidier barracks, and Rose gravitated back to his footlocker, starting to close it up and push it back under his bed. The metal clacked slightly against the edge of the bunk, and he paused, the tinny sound echoing in his ears.

He knocked the footlocker against the bunk again, listening to the little noise again.

Kark it. He was more than just a mindless flesh-droid. He was a person. A human being. And he liked music.

And he wasn’t about to let anybody take that away from him.

“I never got to do a song.” He announced, straightening up and putting his hands on his hips.

“You can’t be serious, sir.” Dogma said, shaking his head at him. “Haven’t we gotten in enough trouble?”

“I’m sure the General’s slithered back to the Temple by now, where he belongs.” Jesse replied, turning back to the Lieutenant. “We don’t have a radio anymore, sir.”

“We don’t need one.” Rose said, pulling his footlocker back out and propping up one leg on it. He tapped his foot against the metal, the rhythm settling, nodding his head along. He took a deep breath.

“Standing in the rain, with his head hung low. Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold out show.”

Fives recognized the song, and started tapping his foot along, drumming his hands on an overturned weapons crate.

“Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene. Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream.” Rose climbed up onto the table. “He heard one guitar!”

Jesse slammed a bucket from earlier down against the supports of a bunk, the loud clang mimicking the strum of a guitar.

“Just blew him away. He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day, bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store. Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure, that one guitar!”

Another clang, this time from Kix repeating Jesse’s motion, and Echo, Denal, Coric and Fives were all drumming on overturned buckets and crates.

“Felt good in his hands! Didn’t take long to understand, just one guitar, slung way down low, was a one way ticket, only one way to go.”

Tup and Hardcase had picked up a brush – typically used for scrubbing their blasters and armor down – and were knocking it against the durasteel wall. Dogma had rounded up the others, a look of sheer determination on his face as they clamored around the bunks and tables, smacking their fists in rhythm with anything they could get their hands on.

“So he started rockin', ain't never gonna stop. Gotta keep on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top!”

Rose stomped his feet, and the rest of the 501st joined him for the chorus.

“And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes. He's a juke box hero!”

“He took one guitar,” Rose sang, while the rest of the battalion echoed “juke box hero, stars in his eyes” around him. “Juke box hero, he’ll come alive tonight.”

The singing quieted down, listening for a moment to see if anyone was coming, and Rose grinned, starting again and pitching his voice low.

“In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour, thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door.”

The clones took position, preparing to resume their makeshift instruments as Rose picked up in volume.

“Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain. And that one guitar, made his whole life change! Now he needs to keep on rockin', he just can't stop! Gotta keep on rockin', that boy has got to stay on top!”

Once again, shouts rang out as his brothers joined him for the chorus, their voices louder and more determined than ever, refusing to be silenced.

“And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes. He's a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes. Yeah, juke box hero, stars in his eyes. With that one guitar, he'll come alive, come alive tonight.”

As they finished the song, Rose panted softly, glancing down at his commlink again. He decided he was going to go off base after all. He wanted to see you, and nobody, not his Captain’s orders, and definitely not some karking General like Krell, was going to stop him.

“Dismissed.” He said curtly, and took off out the door without another word.

~

SONGS USED (because they’re all bangers and you should listen to them): 

The 501st (introduction): Hotel California Echo: Hooked on a Feeling  Fives: Kickstart My Heart Kix: Sharp Dressed Man Jesse: You Give Love a Bad Name Coric and Denal: Come Sail Away Dogma: Zombie Tup: Dancing in the Dark Hardcase: Walk This Way The 212th and 501st: I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) The 501st (Canteen finale): Don’t Stop Believin’ Rose and the 501st: Juke Box Hero

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[davidlikesguys02]

We Interrupt This Program

M/n= Male Name 

Bold- Means its on a tv screen. 

GIF Not mine

Word count: 2,932

“No, I can't leave Monica.” “mom? It's ok, I can stay with grandma and…” “I can't leave” “maybe I'll build a spaceship. I wanna be an aircraft pilot.” “when they were handing out kids they gave her the toughest one. Lieutenant trouble.” Monica wakes up breathing heavily and hearing crashing and people screaming as she makes her way towards the door and walks out. “Excuse me….” “they're all coming back. We don't have the capacity” the doctor tells her

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient. In room 104…” she asks a nurse “who, my wife? Do you have a phone?” “no” “i have to call my wife.” she makes her way towards the front desk “watch out” she bumps into a man, they both fall backwards grunting “let me help you. Are you ok? You ok?” “I got him. I got him.” “Are you ok?” she asks as she gets up groaning. She turns to the lady in the front desk.

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient in room number 104.” “I don't know what to tell you” she starts looking around her “Monica?” “oh, Dr. Highland, thank god!” “I can't believe it, where did you go?” “well, in her room since she came back from the surgery. I mean, I might have fallen asleep, but no longer than 20 minutes. Dr. Highland, where's my mom?” “your mom, she died honey” “what? No, no, no, no you're mistaken. My mother...the procedure went well. You said so yourself. Clean margins. You’re discharging her today”

“The cancer came back.” “Okay, stop, stop. No youre...my mom is Maria Rambeau. Look it up. I mean look it up. Maria Rambeau.” “Monica, I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me Marian died three years ago.” “three? No. no. no…” “which was two years after you…” “after i what? After what?” “after you disappeared.”

Monica is walking towards big metal doors. She takes out her keycards but it beeps so she tries again but it beeped again “Ma’am? Over here please” she walked over to him smiling “hi, good morning. I work here. And…” “if you did, your badge would work, wouldn't it?” “right um… I have a meeting with…” “hey. You know who this is?” “..this guy” “Captain Monica Rambeau.” “Director Tyler Hayward”

“Acting Director. You haven't aged a day” “and you look old as hell” Tyler chuckles “come on, let's catch you up. It's been three weeks and you're the first to report. Cant say I'm surprised captain.” “How are the numbers for the astronaut training program?” “ Dismal. Lost half my personnel in The Blip and half of those remaining have lost their nerve. The program hasn't been the same since you've been up there, Rambeau. We shifted away from manned missions and refocused on robotics, nanotech, AI. Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door.”

“It also says observation and response on that door, not creation” “worlds not the same as you left it. Space is now full of unexpected threats” “always was full of threats. And allies” “Listen, Monica, I just wanna acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation. I know S.W.O.R.D.'s your home. Your mom built this place from the ground up. You grew up here. You should've been here to help name the replacement.” “you were the obvious choice”

“I was the only choice.” “I wasn't gonna say it. Look, Tyler, you know the job you have to do. I'm here to do mine.” ”Let's get you back out there.” he takes out his keycard and opens the door to his office. “The FBI is in a tizzy over missing persons case up in Jersey…” “missing persons?” “I know. But they have requested use of one of our imaging drones, and I need a chaperone.”

“Tyler, drones usually chaperone me.” “i get it” “look, if this is because of...you don't have to worry about me. I'm good.” “There's no easy way to say this, but you're grounded.” Monica chuckles “you're kidding. For how long? Who whose protocol is this?” “Your mother's. She implemented guidelines in the event vanished personnel ever returned. Look, I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway.” “what's that?” “she believed you'd come back. You'd be doing me a big favor with this FBI thing, but if you need more time…”

“No. no. I'm good to go” “excellent. Keep me updated, captain.” Monica finally arrived at Westview “James E. Woo, FBI” “Monica Rambeau, S.W.O.R.D. what's the story here, agent woo?” “I've got a witness setup down the road in Westview, and this morning, it looked like he flew the coop?” “Your missing person is in the witness protection program?”

“I have contacted known associates, relatives…” “and let me guess, none of them have seen him either?” “No. None of them have ever heard of him. Something seemed hanky to me, so I took the first flight out of Oakland to interface with local law enforcement, which is when I encountered a new wrinkle.” “what's that?” “Pardon me, Sheriff. Would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?” “no such place” “you're saying the town of Westview, New Jersey, does not exist?”

“It's what I keep telling your G-man here, but he won't listen.” “I see. and , um, I'm sorry, what town are you from?” “Eastview” “Thank you, Sheriff. I'll reach out if we need any further assistance. I, uh, pulled phone numbers for all the residents. I'm only through the D’s, but so far I got Diddly Squat.” “So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?”

“This isn't a missing person's case, Captain Rambeau, it's a missing town. Population: 3,892.” “Why haven't you gone inside to investigate?” “Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in.” Monica walks over to her car and pulls out a drone. “What about you?” “Me? Well, I'm from Bakersfield, originally. Growing up, other kids had Michael Jordan posters on their walls, but I had Eliot Ness.”

“No, no, no, no. I mean, why is it that you have an awareness of Westview? Or me, for that matter? Is it because we are outside of a certain radius, or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?” She looks at the screen but the drone malfunctions. She looks up and it's gone “Wait, where'd it go?” “It was right there.” she walk towards the town but stops as she hears electricity bussing “whoa..”

“What is it?” “some sort of energy field” “Careful, Rambeau. Captain Rambeau! Watch it. Rambeau! Captain Rambeau! Captain Rambeau!” she sticks her hand in and it pulls her in and she disappears.

24 Hours Later

“Hey. What's your field?” “We're not supposed to talk to each other.” “hmm? Boy scout leader. Got it. And you” Darcy asked a woman next to the boy scout leader. “Nuclear biology” “artificial intelligence” “astrophysics. We got the full clown car. It means whatever the threat is, S.W.O.R.D. clearly has no idea what they're dealing with.” “I'm a chemical engineer” “no one cares”

“Alright grab your gear.” Darcy walks around the S.W.O.R.D. camp. “Ms. Lewis?” “Dr.Lewis” “we have your gear set up inside.” the man walks Darcy inside a tent “those drones you're sending in, what kind of data are you getting?” “I'm afraid that is highly classified.” “You can't see anything? FBI, Army. I saw the Air Force Office of Special Investigations out there. Research Lab, Space Command, too. A bona fide, joint, multi-service response. Really looking forward to the commemorative T-shirt. Is there somewhere a lady could get a cup of coffee? You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things. Horrendous for the environment…”

“Make your assessment, please” “whoa… I mean, whoa..” “what are you getting?” “a colossal amount of CMBR” “CM…” “Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.” “we've been told the radiation is within a safe limit” “uh, it is… for now” “wait what do you mean” Darcy shushes the man “there's are longer wavelength superimposed over the noise here” she looks under the desk and struggles to get something “I got it”

“I need a TV. an old one. Like, not flat.” After a few hours it started raining. “Are you good to go?” Hayward asked an agent “yes, sir” “these sewers will take you straight into town. Try to find anything you can on Rambeau” “copy that” “keep me updated” Hayward says as he walks away. “Director Hayward, between you, me, and the bedpost, I am not confident about this mission.” “Thanks for the feedback, Jimmy. If only my drones were as forthcoming.”

“There's no reason to suspect the perimeter doesn't extend subterraneous.” “There's no reason to suspect it does.” Jimmy sighs “We don't know enough about the nature of the threat to send in another agent when the first is yet to return.” “Someone must really miss you back in Quantico.” “No, sir. Softball season's over, sir.” “what do we have up?” Hayward asked agent Rodriguez “Radar, sonar, infrared” “cycle through. Will someone get me a useful visual, dammit?”

Everyone hears a studio audience laughing in the tent “what is that?” “Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” “Who is doing that?” “Who are those people?” “What are you wearing?” “Why are they here?” “Well, it's our anniversary!” “our anniversary of what?” “Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!” “is that..” “ yeah, it looks like him.” “you move at the speed of sound and i can make a pen float through the air, who needs to abbreviate?”

“Look , I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not blipped, dead.” “excellent plan. Where's the tenderizer” “what am I looking at? You? What is that? Where's this coming from?” “out there” “you didn’t answer the back door. For your upside-down cake. oh hi, I” “is it authentic?” “I'm not sure how to answer that” “is it happening in real time? Is it recorded, fabricated?” “I don't know. I don't know. And I don't know” “what do you know?” Hayward said annoyed “My equipment registered an extremely high level of CMBR. That's…”

“Relic radiation dating back to the Big Bang.” “Yeah, entwined was a broadcast frequency. So I had your goons pick me up a sweet vintage TV. And when I plug this bad boy in, voilà, sound and picture.” “Dinner is served” “So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?” Jimmy asked, confused “It's a working theory” “Get me a transport back to headquarters now. Are we recording this?”

“Never stopped.” Darcy says “I need immediate analysis. Now, people. Let's go!” “He’s a charmer.” “great work” “hey, thanks, maybe I could get that cup of coffee now? Or not. It's cool.” ”Aw” Darcy turns to the screen to see you and Vision kissing “Aw”

“First and foremost, our main objective is to get any intel on Captain Rambeau, but originally, this case was a missing person, so we're going to start there. We've successfully identified two individuals inside the Westview anomaly. Let's keep going.” Jimmy says as he puts two pictures up of you and Vision. “This guest is leaving your home” “yes, thank you for coming” “Mr. and Mrs. Hart. played by Todd and Sharon Davis.”

“Computational forms. And no one can process the data quite like you do, pal.” “Agent Woo” “you're like a walking computer.” “Abilash Tandon is Norm” “Harold Proctor is Jones” “we got Isabel Matsueida cast as Beverly” “John Collins as Herb.” Darcy gasps, dropping her Noodle cup and calls Jimmy over “Really?” “Does she seem okay to you?” “Well, she doesn't appear to be harmed in any way, but that is definitely not the boss lady I met yesterday.”

“So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?” “With whom? Or else, what? All right. Brass tacks, Dr. Lewis. What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality? Time travel? Some cockamamie social experiment?” “It's a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom.” “But why?”

“Hey, man, we're working with the same scarcity of intel. But, listen, I do have an idea. So, you've seen that radio in M/n’s kitchen counter, right? The next time he's washing dishes, which, by my count, happens about once an episode, barf, we'll shoot a signal to that little guy. This transmitter will mimic the frequency of the broadcast, and if my theory is right, allow us to speak directly to her. This is totally gonna work. Don't touch that.”

“Agent Woo.” agent Rodrigues hands Jimmy a folder inside the folder there's a colored image of a retro S.W.O.R.D. drone “Is this from the current episode?” “aired about two minutes ago.” “What is it?” Darcy asks “what does it look like to you?” “like a retro version of a S.W.OR.D. drone?” “bingo” “but how did it change and why” “uh, to go with the production design” “or render it useless”

“why‘d you colorize it?” “I didn't” Darcy heads back to the tent. “Let's get this show on the road. Jimmy, you ready?” Darcy asks through an earpiece. “Ready” “bigger and better every season” “uh, Jimmy, Monica is talking to M/n. she's got a speaking part now.” “what is she saying?” “those jeans are peachy keen” “she likes M/n’s jeans” “we only have a few hours” “M/n’s at some sort of swim club. We've never been here before.”

“Is it the 60’s still?” “uh, uh, M/n’s with another character.” “real person?” “ohh, uh, radio on the side table. start talking.” “M/n. M/n, can you read me over?” “I don't...” “Can he hear me?” “I don't think so, keep trying.” “M/n?” “M/n?” “M/n. Who is doing this to you, M/n? M/n? Can you hear me? I'm here to help” “please give us a…” “pop quiz M/n how does a housewife or in this case househusband get a bloodstain out of white linen?”

“Wait” “what?” “I don't know” “by doing it yourself” “that's weird” “what was?” “Nothing, it's over. Mission failure” “it was worth a try. Good effort, doctor.” “yeah come in”

Both Jimmy and Darcy are watching you and Vision on TV “darling, do you think it's time to..” “call the doctor?” “yeah” “yes, I do dear” “1950s, 1960s, and now the '70s. Why does it keep switching time periods? It can't be purely for my enjoyment, can it?” “I cant believe M/n and Vision are having a baby” “you want any?” Jimmy chuckles

“Heck, I thought about it for sure. A little Jimmy Woo. Get him a tiny little FBI badge. Oh, you... Chip? Sure.” “you're doing great. You're doing great. Look at me. Look at me.” “The jig is up” you scream. After a few minutes you hear the baby cry “hi, oh, he's perfect” “what a twist.” Darcy says as she's tearing up “What? I'm invested” “he was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” “Did she just say the name Ultron? Has that ever happened before? A reference to our reality.”

“No never” “hey I'll take a shift rocking the babies” “no I think you should leave” “oh, M/n, don't be like that” “who are you?” “M/n” “wow this is different” The Tv cuts and Monica is gone “what happened? Where she go?” “god not again” Darcy replays the footage back “who are you?” “M/n” “there's nothing here. One second, Monica is standing right there, and the next she isn’t. Someone is censoring the broadcast.”

“But where's Rambeau?” they suddenly both hear the alarm “Alert! Boundary has been breached! Alert! Boundary has been breached!”

Inside Westview

“Who are you?” “I don't..” you walk closer to her “who are you?” “M/n i'm just your neighbor.” “Then how did you know about Ultron?” you start to see the familiar red glow around your hands “You're not my neighbor. And you're definitely not my friend. You are a stranger and an outsider. And right now, you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave.”

Your familiar red glow wraps around Monica Sending her back through every wall and fence. You gulp “I… I…” you raise your hands and start to fix the hole on the wall as if it never happened. You walk over to your babies hearing them “M/n?” Vision comes in through the door turning back to his synthezoid form “where is Geraldine?” “oh she left honey. She had to rush home”

You turn around to look at Vision and you gasp making you look down “what? What is it? What's wrong?” Vision asks you concerned “Uh..” you slowly look up at him and see that he looks normal again “we don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want” Vision tells you “no, we can't. This is our home” you move your hand to crease his cheek and he holds onto your hand “are you use”

“oh, don't worry darling. I have everything under control.” you walk over and grab Tommy “oh hi” you turn to Vision smiling “what should we watch tonight?” you walk over to the sofa, Vision sits next to you. He puts an arm around you.

Outside of Westview

“Monica, are you okay?” “it's M/n. its all M/n”

[cucumbers-and-olives]

Enemies to Lovers Part 3

masterlist  <<part 1 <part 2 part 3 part 4 (coming soon!) >

Summary: You leave the Gillespie house and head to the airport with Charlie after an eventful two weeks. While at the airport, your flight gets delayed and you learn of some interesting news...

Category: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Charlie Gillespie x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Includes: arguing/fighting, small panic attack, cringy songs i wrote

A/N: so... i can never post on time. and i know its been a while since i posted the last chapter. i really hope you guys like this chapter! please reblog and comment and let me know what you think! your support means everything, and keeps me going, so thank you.

Mandatory Thanking of the Betas: thank you to @wrhen for giving me help and feedback with this chapter!

AO3 link here (coming soon!)

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 @cucumbersandolives. Thank you!

Ice & Fire, and Enemies to Lovers are both my own songs that I wrote. All song rights go to me.

“Charlie! Y/N! Your cab is here!” Ms.Gillespie called. You checked under the bed one last time before grabbing your suitcase and backpack.

“Thank you so much for your hospitality Ms.Gillespie,” You said, walking up to her. “If you hadn’t invited me I would have spent Christmas alone, and this was so much better.”

“Christmas alone? What a loser,” Charlie remarked as he put his bag into the trunk of the cab. You just rolled your eyes.

“Charlie, be a gentleman and grab her suitcase.” Ms.Gillespie said with a calm yet authoritative tone. He grabbed your suitcase and did as he was told. “I’m sorry about him, but I’m happy you had a good time. Maybe you can join us next year?”

“I would be honored,” You said, taking a last glance around the house you had stayed at for the past two weeks.

“Hey! Let’s go!” Charlie hollered from outside. “We’re gonna miss the flight!”

“Thank you, Ms.Gillespie,” You adjusted your backpack and stepped outside to the man who had become a whiny teenager.

“Finally,” He said as you sat down. “She’s my mother, not yours.”

“I’m sorry about him,” You said to the lady in the driver's seat. “We’re all ready to go now, sorry for the wait.”

She nodded and began to drive. The scenery was nice, but it only took a couple of minutes for you to start yelling at Charlie.

“Fuck this,” You pulled out his earbud. The niceties could stop now that his mother wasn’t here. “I have tried to be nice to you this whole time, but now I can say this: You want to act like a little boy throwing a hissy fit? Fine, be my guest. But at least do it in someone else’s company, I have been nothing but kind to you, you-” You almost cussed again, but you reined yourself in. He was worth your anger but not that much of it.

He just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Whatever you say, princess.” His words, taken in another context, could have easily been mistaken for something other than the daggers they were.

~

“It’s delayed,” He said, and that simple fact destroyed the rest of the day. “The plane has some issue. They think it’ll be at least two hours, if not more.”

“God, every time I try to like airports, something bad happens,” You said, slumping back into the uncomfortable airport chairs. You knew it wasn’t the airline’s fault, (well it kinda was), but you needed to get back to work. You fiddled with the cord on your headphones before putting them back on.

“Ah- Not so fast,” Charlie said, blocking you from putting them on. He showed you who was calling him. “If I have to talk to the boss man,” He said, referring to Kenny, “Then you do too.”

“See but I don’t,” You said, as you received a different call. “I have a different boss to talk to.”

“I mean, I’m not your boss-” The girl on the other end of the phone said, but Charlie cut her off.

“Are you actually going to talk to Jadah?” He said, about to accept Kenny’s call.

“No, Charlie. Sav’s phone died, so you talk to your boss and I’ll talk to mine.” You walked around for a bit to find a quieter corner of the airport.

“You okay, Y/N?” Jadah asked, finally.

“No, but that's for another time. What’s up?”

“So… Kenny is telling Charlie about the song showcase, but there’s one thing that he’ll leave out.” She said, leaving you on a cliffhanger.

“That is?” You said, prompting her.

“I- I may have slipped him your demos?” Jadah said slowly, and at that moment, all sense of keeping up public appearances went out the window.

“Jadah! Those were not yours to share! In any capacity!” You took a deep breath and asked your first question. “Where did you get them? I thought that the sound guy and I were the only ones with copies?” “I may have bribed him for a copy,” She said sheepishly. Even though you couldn’t see her, you knew she was nervous.

“Jadah, I have one other question.” You paused, trying to figure out how to ask nicely. “Which songs did you give him? Cause if you gave him Enemies-”

“I gave him Ice & Fire, Enemies to Lovers, and I can’t remember the third one. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not.” You were, a little bit. “Can you put Savannah on the phone though?” She gave a quick yes, and you could hear the phone being passed between hands.

“Y/N?” Savannah said.

“Did you know? A-about the demos,” You clarified.

“I knew you recorded them, and Jadah had me listen to them. You are amazing!”

“Thank you,” You said. “Uh, E.T.L. isn’t finished yet, but I had the time in the studio so I recorded it.” “Y/N, if you want to be a songwriter, you would be amazing!” She said, but you could tell what she meant.

“I won’t leave you in the middle of a show, Sav.” You were honest with your words. “I know.” She paused. You both knew what amazing opportunities would open up if you did. “Hold on one second, I’m going to go on mute really quick, okay?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You could see Charlie coming towards you. His walk had a purpose, but one that was unknown to you.

“Hello, Mr.Ortega! How can I help?” You put your hand out to Charlie, signaling to him that if he talked he would be dead as Kenny spoke.

“I’m not sure if the girls have told you, but we’d love to have you perform your songs at the showcase.” He said, and you chose your words wisely, so that way Charlie wouldn’t know.

“I’d love to! What time, and which ones would you like to hear?” You asked, as you pulled out a pen and rolled up your sleeves.

“Ice & Fire, Enemies to Lovers or uh, E.T.L., I believe that was how Jadah referred to it?” He said, and you could tell he wasn’t sure what to call it.

“Yeah, I can do that, any others?” You said, scribbling down quick abbreviations of the titles.

“Oh there was one more, How to Be a Heartbreaker, I loved that one.” He said, pausing. “And I believe that Jadah mentioned that you had a few others? If you want to pick one or two, that would be great!”

“Alright! I know it’s weird to ask this, but no one has given me any details, so what time is the showcase, and where is it?” You asked, excited for the opportunity to perform.

“4:30 this afternoon, in dance studio A.” You wrote down the time quickly.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be landing from my flight only an hour before that.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“You can do it.”

You scoffed a bit as the call ended. “Fuck.” You cussed under your breath.

“Wow, you talked to Kenny, and that's your response to a conversation with him? Anyways, I’m going to grab a coffee, want one?” He offered.

“Uh, I’ll just take a muffin, if they have one.” As you walked away, your brain was moving a mile a minute as you tried to figure out how everything would work.

“C’mon Y/L/N, if there’s one thing you can figure out, it’s making this work. You can do this.”

~

“Owen!” You said, running over to him.

“Hi!” He said giving you a hug, and then he looked at you. “Sav told me, you look like a mess.”

“Yeah, I know. Look, can you fix my necklace?” You said pointing to the jumbled mess it had gotten into around your neck.

“Yeah, ‘course, turn around,'' He said, and you did so. He got surprisingly close as you moved your hair away from your neck, and as he fiddled with it, you could see Charlie out of the corner of your eye. He had a look that you couldn’t put your finger on, but it almost seemed like… jealousy?

“All done!” He said, patting you on the back.

“Thank you,” You said, adjusting your sweatshirt a bit.

“You got this,” He said, grabbing your hand. “Okay?”

“Okay-” You said, but Kenny’s voice rose above everyone else's.

“Hello everyone! If you could turn your attention to the mirror, that would be great!” Everyone’s eyes turned to him, standing on a chair with a mic in hand. “Here's how this is going to work. I’d like our lovely leads to come to the mirror. Anyone else who isn’t singing can stand off of the dance floor over there,” He pointed to an area.

“If you are singing, you can follow me,” Paul said, raising his hand.

“Okay, go!” Kenny said, and as you followed Paul, you could hear him as a question. “Where is Charlie? Jeremy, check that bathroom, and Owen, look in the break room.”

~

“That was amazing Anna! Okay, who is next?” Kenny said, motioning to the person in front of you to come out. “Ah, Kevin, what do you have for us?”

Kevin began to talk, but it was hard to hear anything over your beating heart. You tried to take deep breaths, but it just got louder, and your worries began to overwhelm you. You took a step back in the line, making your way to the back. That would give you some time to overcome your worries before you went out there.

The line seemed to move a warp speed, because before you knew it, Kenny was calling your name.

“Y/N? Are you back there?” He asked, and you could hear everyone start to whisper when you didn’t respond.

“Yeah, gimme one second!” You said, fixing your shirt a bit. You got this. You can do it.

As you stepped out onto the stage Kenny’s face lit up. “There you are! How was the flight?” His eyes were kind, but as you looked into the audience, there were many shook faces.

“It was rough, but I’m happy to be here,” You said, sitting down in the chair in the middle of the stage. You kept taking deep breaths, trying, desperately to calm your nerves.

“I know you have a couple, so whenever you are ready, just say the song's name, and what characters you wrote it for,” Kenny explained. You looked around to see who was there. There was the choreo team, some Netflix executives, the lead cast, and a couple of other people who you didn’t recognize.

“This is lce & Fire, and I pictured Alex and Willie singing it.”

“Oh the desire

Like Ice & Fire

Shout it out loud

They won’t bring us down

Not a disgrace

We’ve made mistakes

Our love is strong

So sing along

I’ve been looking for you for so long

(I couldn’t find you)

Now that I’ve met you I’ve

Done something wrong

Oh, Ohhhh, Oh

Oh the desire

Like Ice & Fire

Shout it out loud

They can’t pull us down

Runnin’ from our past

Met in a crash

Through thick and thin

We can win

I’ve been looking for you for so long

(I couldn’t find you)

Now that I’ve met you I’ve

Done something wrong

Oh, Ohhhh, Oh

The forces pullin’ us together

Can’t stop, won’t stop

Oh hold on a little longer now

We’re Ice & Fire

(Fire)

Two parts of one

(One)

Can’t you see the passion in my eyes

Of Ice & Fire.”

As you finished, the final chord rang out from your guitar. The room was silent until Kenny spoke.

“That was wonderful! Booboo, Owen, what do you all think?” He said, turning to the actors for their opinion.

Booboo nodded to Owen. “Well, I think that your song embodies the characters really well. Uh, I definitely would love to sing it in the show, and I, uh personally can see our characters singing it. You wanna go?”

“Yeah, I agree with Owen on so many levels. I’d love to sing Ice & Fire, if that's okay with you Kenny,” Booboo turned to Kenny and the smile that was on his face was slowly mirrored on yours.

“Let’s do it! You wanna sing any others?” The room held its breath waiting for a response. And so did you.

Your first song had passed the test. Made it through. Your knee started bouncing again and you looked up to Savannah.

You got this. She mouthed.

You cleared your throat and moved the capo on your guitar. “Yeah, uh, this one is called Enemies to Lovers, and I didn’t write this one about any specific characters so it can be changed to fit any of them.”

You started singing and getting into the song. A door creaked open and you looked up, curious, and you continued to sing and play.

It was Charlie. He looked like a mess, like he had just gone to hell and back. Moving among the cast to find his seat, he didn’t notice you singing. Until you started the chorus.

It’s like we’re written in the stars,

Enemies to Lovers

Swinging past the bars,

Baby, we’ll discover-

You, me, we’re not so different,

You, me, we always win it,

You and me, we’re better than we seem,

Enemies

He watched you as you sang, and you, in turn, watched him. As you went into the chorus for a second time, you saw something change in his face. A realization or something, and you turned back to face Kenny as you finished the song.

We are written in the stars,

That's how we became

Well, what we are

Bicker hard and far,

Maybe we’ll discover-

You, me, we are different,

You, me, we can’t beat it,

You and me, we’re worse off than we seemed

You strummed your guitar, leaving the song and the story unfinished.

“That was amazing, unfortunately, I don’t think we have space for it in our show.” He smiled. “Someone will contact you about using Ice & Fire.”

The panel along with the rest of the room, packed up their things and started to leave until just you and the main cast remained. You started to walk out of the room when someone called out.

“Y/N! Wait!”

It was Charlie.

You looked at him, “Yes?”

“What the fuck was that song? Who’d you write it about?” He asked, like a love struck boy.

“I wrote it about you, duh!” You watched his face turn into one of- slight happiness? You laughed and started to walk away. Of course, he would think it’s about him, but why would it be? “Fuck you, Charlie. I didn’t think you were that self-centered!”

“I’m not!”He countered, and you stopped walking to look at him.

“Really? Cause only a self-centered person would ask me that… Or, do you have a crush on me? Aww, that’s so sweet!” You mocked. “See you around, lover boy.”

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F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

From a Collab:

Inside, the raptor came closer, moving with the confidence of something that hadn’t known fear in sixty five million years. It reminded Marcus of Gregorovich, just a bit.

It watched Alex. Alex smiled back. Marcus swore.

“Sir, we need to fucking leave,” he reminded them before the Boss could go getting any ideas. The doors were finally clear they could just back slowly toward them, no running. Just edging toward freedom.

“No, I’m watching the - ” His last word was cut off by one of Hart’s remaining men lunging towards the raptor, gun spitting bullets. The raptor spat back, launching itself into the hail of lead without concern, landing on the man with a horrible thud of talons into flesh and teeth into bone. He gave one more scream as his arm was wrenched loose, then tossed aside in favor of the larger meal. Marcus swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

“Sir, the building is on fire and there are dinosaurs running around tearing people’s limbs off.”

“Sounds exactly like my kind of party,” Alex returned firmly.

He wasn’t wrong, this event couldn’t have gone better for Boss even if Marcus had planned it.

On my own:

“Someone got to Silva first. Professionals, it burned hot, nothing survived, can’t even find the electronics let alone get anything out of them.

“And Silva?”

“Made it out but the smoke inhalation got him.” Fuck. That was their best chance. Someone had to have known they were closing in. Another leak maybe? It would have to be Collins, Marcus or Danube then or it could be the external group who connected the dots with Perez and Cortez missing.

“Follow up on the other two and let me know when we have them.”

“Sir” Hill acknowledged, then turned the phone slightly to cut off the video. Then the screen went black.

Alex froze.

If Silva died of smoke inhalation why did Hill have fresh blood on his neck?

“Sir?”

Should he? He trusted Marcus. Had to, because right now the walls were closing in. Besides, 4 hours of sleep in 2 days was pushing it even for him. “Did you see it?” He asked softly

“See what?” Marcus sounded hesitant. He probably earned that after he had killed…he cut off his thoughts.

“The blood on his neck.

“He helped dispose of Perez...” The man didn’t sound entirely convinced himself

“It was fresh.”

Marcus let out a colorful string of curses.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

A few. There’s an unpublished one that is drawn straight from my experiences from my boss at my first firm. Then there’s Kabir’s life from Reunion which a whole mood (and Tom being a wing man, we’ve all been there). That deep pit of dread and fear and self loathing from Failure. And a deleted suicide fic which references an incident that I preventing in college. Sweetest Thing too because I’m an obsessive baker

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

God, yeah, anything that shows that gritty edge Alex develops in his later years (Bite and Bite Again got me hooked on this) aka anything involving older Alex. Will also accept anything Devil related. And anything that deals with Alex realizing he doesn’t belong in civilian society anymore/his mistakes coming back to haunt him.

[katefiction]

William and Catherine

by fanoffiction / 2011-2013

Chapters 9-17 below. Earlier chapters are not available.

Chapter 9

William took the familiar drive from St. James Palace to Kate’s flat. He was thinking about the last few months and how their relationship was going great. Kate was getting more comfortable about talking to William and vise versa. William also wanted her to spend more time with his family so she could understand him better and what his life is really like. There was no rush and no pressure. He didn’t want to end up like his parents. It had been almost 3 weeks since he saw Kate. As he got out of the car and headed to the flat he rubbed his face and wondered if she would like it or hate it.

Kate opened the door and her eyes almost popped out of her head. She hugged him as he gave her a big hug and lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. William headed to the bedroom without any hesitation. Kate tried to unwrap her legs but William was not letting her get down as he held her legs close to his body and kissed her neck. Kate pleated in his ear, “Wills, let me down please.” William kept walking and looked up into her eyes. Kate knew that look and he was not going to let her go. William said, “Hi, I missed you, I love you, I need you, and I want you.” He let her down on the bed and took off his jacket and shoes. Kate looked up at him and smirked she noticed the hair on his face and smirked but didn’t say a word, she didn’t care at that point, he was here. He kissed her and she started to giggle as his whiskers tickled her. Kate unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as he kissed down her neck and she was trying to control her giggles as his whiskers tickled her once again. William sat up and said, “What is so funny?” Kate looked at him with a look of confusion and said, “its your manly hair you have grown on your face that is tickling me.” William said, “so you don’t like it?” Kate said, “no its not that its just I’m not use to it and it tickles.” William said, “do you want me to shave it?” Kate smiled and said, “no, I’ll try anything once, besides this could be fun.” William tickled her and started to rub his face all over Kate to make her giggle. He missed the sound of her laugh.

William was enjoying Christmas with his family but he kept wondering what Kate was doing and how her Christmas was going. He already texted her 3 times in the past hour. He was trying to get hints out of her about his present. She was not giving in, she new exactly what he was trying to do and it wasn’t going to work. His grandmother came up to him and said, William what are you doing. William said, “sorry just texting Kate about New Year’s Eve Party.” She said, “o, how are things going?” William said, “good”. She asked “what does Kate think about your beard?” William says, “she doesn’t mind it, but she thinks I am compensating for lack of hair on my head.” She laughs and says, “William no woman likes facial hair it tickles.” William was in shock and finally said “really thanks for the advise.” She replied, “she must really love you.”

Kate headed to the party and was excited to see William they had a few hours alone together before anyone else got there. Kate walked up to the room they shared when they stayed there together. She opened the door and saw tons of flowers and candles. William had presents sitting on the bed and was hiding behind the door when she opened it. He reached from behind her and said “Merry Christmas.” She turned and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. She pulled away and said, “Merry Christmas to you too.” She gasped and said, “you shaved.” He smiled and said, “Happy New Year.” She smiled and giggled then started kissing him all over his clean shaven face, then said, “do you want one of your presents right know.” She started to take her shoes off and unbutton her shirt. Williams eye lit up and said, “uh yea.”

As they laid in bed William asked “so how did you really feel about my beard?” Kate hesitated, “well at first, I wasn’t too sure it tickled me, then it was kinda fun, but to be honest I think I like you clean shaven better, but if you like it I could live with it.” William smiled and kissed the top of her head, it was the answer he was hoping for. William said, “OK, you need to open this present first and they all sort of go together so be patient.” Kate smiled and said, “OK” Kate opened the first present, it was a huge binder and the outside read “How to be Princess”, she opened it up and saw empty page and looked at Wills. William said “you remember how we have been talking about doing this our way well, I think we should write down all the stuff that works and doesn’t work, you know kinda like a guide or a journal of how to handle all this stuff.” Kate was still looking down. William continued and said, “you don’t like it?” Kate looked up and quickly said, “no, I love it, it’s a great idea, but… no rush, no pressure right? William smiled and said, “Right.”

William handed her another package, she opened it, it was a smaller binder with William schedule for the next year. William said, “this is my tentative schedule for the next year, look its all color coded, Have to royal duties are in red, Charities are in blue, Military training is in green, personal stuff is in purple, orange and yellow.” Kate looked at it and asked what some of the abbreviations meant, “what is OH?” William said, “ Office hours.” Kate asked, “FW?” He replied, “friend or family wedding.” Kate asked giggling“MM, is that your chocolate fix?” William giggled and said, “sort of MM stands for Miss Middleton.” Kate blushed and said, “Wow, I made Prince Williams schedule…, do you really schedule time with me? William said, “no, its not like that, when we got back together last year, Jaime and I talked about not pushing you out of my life and making time for you so we need a way to keep in stone our plans. William saw that Kate was confused so he continued, “See before Jaime only handled my public, military and family schedule and I did my private one. So he came up with the abbreviations and color coding to keep it organized.” “Trust me this works so much better, its not like if you are not on the schedule I can’t spend time with you.” William handed her another box and it was big. She opened another it was a box of DVD’s, she started reading the covers. They were royal engagements of his family from the past 40 plus years, his grandparents, his parents, aunts, uncles, Harry and himself. William said, “I think we should start watching these together.” Kate smiled and said, “you will do just about anything for a chance to watch TV won’t you.” William laughed because he knew she was right. He handed her the last box, it was small and wrapped in beautiful red and green paper with a white bow. Kate upwrapped the box and then opened the box and found a set of keys, she was confused. William said, “O, part of your present isn’t quite ready yet but those keys go to it, so when it is ready I will show it to you, OK.” Kate smiled and said, “thank you I love my presents, and I love you.” Kate ran and got her presents and William ripped them all open like he was a kid again.

Chapter 10

The new year brought a new outlook for the future. William was excited about his search and rescue pilot training. He loved flying helicopters and a chance to actually have a real job and having the ability to help someone was exciting. William also knew that Kate worried about him, training was dangerous but especially flying helicopters. He needed to stay focus on flying and not about how Kate was feeling. This was hard, but if he didn’t the unthinkable could happen.

Kate started the new year with another birthday and the keys that William got her were to a new car. Part was a Christmas present, part was a birthday present. It was to drive and meet William on weekends during his training. Kate again had added more duties to her job and was busy again. She often wondered if her parents kept her busy to keep her mind off William and his dangerous training. Either way it worked, at least for a while.

By April they had a schedule worked out and spent as much time as possible together. William was leaving a lecture ready to begin a training exercise when some of the guys started joking around about the weekend they had with their girls. Some were married and some had girlfriends and some just had a girl. He laughed and responded with a joke of his own. All the guys hesitated and then looked at each as if they were all shocked that he was so normal, then after a long silence, they all laughed together.

William headed out to the helicopter and was thinking about the past weekend with Kate, it was great, he loved her so much. The exercise was almost done and then he started to think about Kate. The instuctor took over the helicopter as William was in a trance. He asked if he was Ok, and with a confused and worried face he said, “yes of course”. The instructor took the heli back to base. As they shut down he instructed William to hit the showers and then come to his office. William new this was not good, as he got back to his quarters he noticed he had a text from Kate. “I had a great time this weekend, hope training is going well, and keep save, love you.” He sat down on the bed and rubbed his head, thinking how can I keep save if I can’t focus. William texted Kate back and said, “Training is not going good, I am going to stay next weekend to work on few exercises.”

William walked into the office knowing what was about to come. The instructor asked him to close the door and have a seat. The instructor said “So William it has been about 16 weeks since you entered the program correct.” “Yes, sir.” He continued, “so tell me how do you think you are doing?” “I really like flying, but today sir, I am not sure what happened, I lost focus.” The instructor said, “No that’s OK, its good that it happened know rather than later.” William was confused and said, “What, what do you mean, you knew I was losing focus?” The instructor explained, “don’t worry it happens to everybody, or at least the good pilots, see I think to be a good pilot you have to have a moment if you will, of lack of control. A lot of pilots will say that everytime there mind wonders they remember that first moment and how it felt. For some reason it makes them focus better, to be honest I am quite impressed that you have lasted this long without losing focus, I am sure you have lots of distractions.” William was silent and had his eyes fixed on his instructors pen holder. The instructor continued “look William I am going to give you a piece of advise my instructor gave me, find someone who you trust and can talk to about this sort of stuff, someone not on base. A family member, friend, but also make sure they can handle the stuff that you tell them and its not going to hurt your relationship.” William shook his head and headed out of the office and back to his quarters.

Kate was running errands and saw the text from William she was confused, was he hurt, did he hurt someone else, why didn’t he say love you. Kate finished her errands and headed back to her parents for the night. Her mom was out of town for a few days and it was just her and her dad. Kate was at her computer when her father walked in, he went upstairs to change and then asked Kate if she wanted to go to the pub for dinner. She agreed. Mike new there was something wrong with Kate. After ordering Mike asked, “so are you going to tell me what is bothering you or are you going to make me quess?” Kate smiled and said, “I am not sure what it is, William and I had a great weekend, and I texted him and he texted back that he was staying on base this weekend to practice.” Mike said, “and what is wrong with that, look Kate fly is hard work and takes lots of practice, and if he doesn’t practice then well he could get hurt.” Kate had worried on her face, “I know that, and that scares me, but it was the way he said it, something is wrong and I can’t talk to him, to help him, he pushed me away when he should be talking to me.” Mike laughed and said, “Kate he needs to focus on flying.” “He needs to separate his private life, from flying if not he can lose focus.” “Look Kate I need to tell you something but you need to hear me out and I am only telling you this because I love you very much.”

“I was actually shocked when you told us about dating William and I didn’t really like it, but I saw how happy you were and how you too looked at each other.” “I don’t want you in the media, I want you to have a good life, I want you to be successful, I judged William on his family not on his own merits.” “However, over the years I have realized its not about what I want anymore for you, its about what you want.” “When you two broke up William came to see me about making a formal complaint, he said something and I am not sure he if knew he said it. Kate said, “what did he say?” He said, “when I get Kate back, not if.” “I knew he was really serious about you then and if two really loved each other you would find a way back to each other.” “The same is here, you have to work thru this together, support a loved one in the military is hard and it has to take a back seat to ensure there safety.” Kate new her father was right.

As Kate got ready for bed she stared at her phone wondering what to do, she picked it up about 4 times before putting it down, finally on the fifth time she said to herself just do it. Kate wrote a text to William, “OK, focus on your training, stay safe, I love you.” Kate plugged her phone in and went to bed.

William heard his phone beep and he debated to weather or not check to see who it was. He finally picked it up, it was Harry. He answered, “Hi Harry” Hi Wills.” How’s it going?” Harry you have great timing.” Harry said, “why what is wrong?” William said, “well I was in an exercise today and I lost focus.” Harry said, “what were you thinking about? William hesitated “I was thinking about Kate.” Harry said, “Have you talked to her about it?” William said, “no, she is the reason why I lost focus, Harry are you even listening?” Harry said, “yes, I am and most men who get hurt say they aren’t focus because they weren’t honest and truthful with their girl.” “You need to tell Kate what is going on, trust me Wills.” “Guys I have talked to tell me they feel a lot better after they talk it out, plus it makes for a better relationship, girls love that stuff.” William thanked Harry for the advice and hung up. Just as he was about to put his phone down he saw he had a message, it was from Kate, he thought she would be upset that they would not be seeing each other this weekend. He read the text and was amazed, maybe Kate was the person he could trust and confide in about his fears, all of his fears. William sent a message back, “Thank you for your support it means the world to me, I love you too.”

Chapter 11

Time was starting to move quickly, Spring was here and Summer was just around the corner. This usually meant more royal duties, vacations and of course Polo matches. It had been so long since William and Kate had spent any time alone together. The last time they saw each other it was only a couple of hours at her parents’ house. They didn’t have much alone time but at least they got to see each other. They were talking almost every night since they couldn’t see each other, flirting on the phone could only go so far but it was fun and exciting.

William was rushing out of the base to attend a polo match, he gathered all of his stuff and headed out. As he got to the match he finished getting dress and started looking for his boots. Harry started to laugh and said, “you forget them didn’t you?” William walked away rubbed his head and let out a frustrated moan. William said “Harry what am I going to do, do you think anybody has extra boots?” Harry laughed, “not in your size big guy.” “Where are they anyways?” William was thinking about were they were. He finally said, “they are at the apartment.” Harry said, “call Kate, she can pick them up on her way.” William said, “she can’t come today, she has to work.” William was thinking who he could call to get his boots, a lot of people he knew were already at the match or on their way. He had to think fast, his phone began to ring, it was Kate. William answered saying, “Hello.” “Kate I’m sorry I can’t talk I forgot my boots, and I have to find someone to bring them to me.” “OK, I will call you back.” Kate interrupted and said, “Wait, I am coming to the match, my meeting got cancelled.” “Wear are your boots?” William said, “I love you, they are in my closet on the left at the apartment. I love you .” Kate said, “yes, I know you already said that.” “I should be there in about 45 minutes or so OK?” William smiled and said, “thank you, how much is this going to cost me? Kate laughed and said, “we can settle up later big Willie.” William replied, “oh I might actually like paying for this.” Harry was shaking his head in the back ground wishing not to hear any of this conversation.

Kate made her way into the apartment and headed back downstairs to her car. As she went out the door she saw a car pull up and started to slow down. The window came down and Kate was wondering who it was, she thought everyone else was at the polo match. As the car got closer she heard a familiar voice. “Why hello Miss Middleton.” “Aren’t those boots too big for you?” Kate smiled and giggle out of nerves, “yes, they are, William forgot them for his match today.” He replied looking at his watch, “well you better get going I am sure William is already pacing.” Kate thanked him and she was off.

William was ready to go except for his boots, thankfully he was able to do warm ups with his shoes he had, but it just didn’t feel right let alone look silly. Harry rode by about 10 times with some smart comment about his attire. Finally, Kate pulled up and started to call William on his phone when Jaime found her and motioned her over. Kate put her head down and hurried over to the tent as she opened it she found William pacing. He was so nervous about his boots, it was so adorable she just watched him for a split second before she said, “William here are you boots, special delivery.” William looked up he didn’t even notice the boots, he saw Kate’s eyes and face, he missed her so much. He ws not use to kissing William in public and started to pull away a little, William deepened the kiss and pulled her even closer. William opened his eyes and saw wonderful kind,beautiful and caring person. William said, “Thank you” Kate said, “Wow, you must of really wanted those boots.” William started to put the boots on and said, “you have no idea, but that was not your payment, that was because I missed you.” Kate smiled and said, “aww, I missed you too.” Harry was standing in the doorway, “would you two love birds hurry up, we have a match to play.” Kate wished them both good luck and headed to the stands to watch.

After the match William and Kate drove back to London together. They were catching up on everything that they could not talk about on the phone, plus they were flirting with each other. As Kate opened her apartment she heard William’s boats hit the floor. She turned and saw William smiling and giving her a smirk. Kate said, “O no, you still owe me payment for delivering your boots.” William started to walk closer to her and said “Yes, I am prepared to pay my bill, but can I get on a payment plan, you know a little now a little later, and later. Kate was smiling and laughing at William’s attempt to flirt.

William was starting get undress and kiss Kate down the neck. Pippa came out from her room. She said “Wow, that was quick.” Kate pushed William away and they both looked up. William was a bit confused. Kate said, “OK now its time to settle up mister follow me.” William was a little terrified what was about to happen. As he entered into Pippa’s room he realized they needed help. William smiled and pointed, so this is… Kate was shaking her head yes and smiling. William said, “OK.”

Kate made them all dinner and had brought it into Pippa’s room so they could finish putting together a computer desk. After 3 nights of running to the hardware store to get all the tools to put it together, they were finally finished. Pippa thanked them both and said, “well I am off to the movies and guys can continue to whatever you were doing earlier, I won’t be back till later we are going for drinks after.”

Kate was looking at the desk and said, “um, Big Willie, I think your craftsmanship could use some work, it looks a little crooked.” William replied and said, “well we can take it apart and start over again, but that might take all night, won’t you rather be doing something else instead.” Kate looked at William trying not to smile, “why what else do we have to do tonight.” William was done with the flirting and started to take off his clothes and said, “well actually I smell and I need to shower, so your coming with me.”

Kate was staring at William taking off his clothes and started to smile with joy. William chased Kate around the apartment until she let him catch her. She loved showering with William.

Chapter 12

Kate finished putting on her make up and saw William out of the corner of her eye. She new he was coming over to kiss her and put his arm around her, and maybe he even had a sarcastic comment to attempt flirting. He had done it a hundred times before. But, what she didn’t expect was a conversation that he started.

William came up behind her and had a smile on his face, he put his arm around her and kissed her on her cheek, he said, “you look beautiful.” “I am going to miss you next week.” Kate looked back at him in the mirror and said with a half smile “I am going to miss you too, but its just 10 days, I’ll see you when you get back we have a wedding that Saturday remember?” William said, “yes, I remember.” “Kate I want to ask you something and there is no pressure or rush but I was just thinking, how do you feel about tours?” Kate was confused and asked “what do you mean tours, you going away, I know its something you have to do, and you always seem to enjoy them and meet new and different people.” William said, “yes, but I mean for you, is it something you can see yourself doing someday.” Kate was done with her make up and turned to look at William with a nervous look. The silence seemed to be filling the air and kept getting longer, finally, Kate said, “to be honest I have never really thought about it, but I understand the concept and why you do it.” William said, “this is my life and it will always be my life so you really need to start thinking about this sort of stuff and if you can handle it, or want to do it, OK?” Kate new what he meant and said, “yes, I will start to think about it and… “ There was a knock on the door, a familiar voice, “Are you two ready yet? William gave Kate a quick kiss and said, “yes, Harry we are ready we will be right out.”

As Kate sat for dinner the thoughts of the conversation in the bathroom were coming back to her. She quickly came out of her trance as William’s father asked her about her parents. As she engaged in conversation over dinner they laughed and talked about what has been going on in each of their lives. She had become more and more comfortable each time she spent time with William’s family. After dinner they said goodnight and went back to their rooms. Harry, William and Kate headed back to the apartment. Harry asked if they were going out, and if they wanted to come, William quickly answered, “no I think I am going to stay in tonight, I have a long week ahead of me.” Harry turned to Kate and asked her, she looked at William and said, “no, I think I will stay in as well, thank you though Harry.”

William got back to his room and turned to Kate and said, “you know you can go out with Harry if you want you don’t have to stay with me, I know how much you love to dance.” Kate walked over to William and started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt as she said, “yes, I do love to dance, but I love you more, and I want to spend time with you.” William knew what Kate was applying and he loved the fact that she wanted him and how she told him she loved him, but more than that he loved how she showed him how much she loved him.

Kate laid on William’s chest and sighed at the warmth of William’s body and his soft touch, he always stroked her back softly while they were cuddling. It was the little things that made her fall in love with William and those little things still made her love him as well. Mourning came quickly and they said there goodbyes. William left for his tour and Kate headed to her parents she was going to spend a few days working in the office helping out her parents.

Kate got home the first night and put in one of the videos for a tour from his parents. Kate watched it and soon began to cry, thinking to herself, what am I doing, if she couldn’t do this, I can’t do it. A knock came at the door, Kate wiped her face and tried to compose herself and then said, “come in.” Kate saw it was her dad and they locked eyes and Kate began to cry again. He sat on the bed with his daughter and hugged her and asked “Kate sweetie, what is wrong.” Kate turned the TV back on and said “this.” Mike looked with a sadden face and said, “why are you watching this if its going to upset you?” Kate explained William’s Christmas presents to her and she watched this video because William had asked how she felt about tours, so she decided to watch a video to get a better idea. Her father hugged her again as she began to cry again.

Her father said, “you know Kate you and William are not his parents, she was really young when they got married and they didn’t know each other very long before they got married.” “You and William have to figure this out yourselves, I know you love William and he loves you but he is right you both need to look at this as more than just a personal relationship.” Kate was confused, “What do you mean?” Her dad explained, “ He will always have a public life and if you get married you will also be in the public life, I think he wants to make sure you are willing to do that and are ready for it.” “I think you already know supporting William in his military career is part of him, but supporting his royal duties and the future King of England is different and a lot more demanding.” “I think that his mother was not ready for that and he wants to make sure that you are.” Her father looked thru the tapes and found a different video, he turned it on and they watched a few minutes. He looked at his daughter and said, “see its not all bad, tours I am sure are demanding with everyone shouting your name and yelling, shaking hands, planting trees, unveiling plaques, visiting with people.” “But also being in that position you can do so much as well, for the good.”

Her father said, “look Kate, I don’t want what happened to William’s mother to happen to you, and I would prefer you not to marry a prince, but just some regular guy you are in love with.” “I just want you to be happy.” Kate smiled and said, “Dad, William is just a regular guy to me, he does make me happy and I do love him.” “I can totally see us having a life together, its just that I am not sure if I will be very good at all the other stuff.” Her father laughed a little and said, “Kate you really need to have confidence in yourself, you have accomplished so much already with work and charities, you have great friends and you have a wonderful gift of kindness and caring for others.” We all see this, but you have to see it as well.” Kate was shocked by all the kind words that were easily flowing out of her father and said, “thank you daddy.”

Kate finished up work and headed back to London she had a dinner party to attend the next night and she had to get ready. As she was laying out her clothes she noticed she was missing the shoes she needed to match her dress. She realized the last time she wore them was dinner at Clarence House a few days back, they must be still there. She rang Harry to see if it was OK, to stop by the apartment to pick them up. As he answered Kate her a lower voice than usually so she said, “Harry is that you?” He answered, “yah, its me, I am sick, I have a bad cold.” Kate replied, “O I am sorry to bother you but I left a pair of shoes there the other night do you think it will be OK if I come over and pick them up?” Harry said, “yea, no problem.” Kate said, “Thanks, do you need anything while I am on my way over?” Harry replied, “yes, actually I am out of medicine, thanks.”

As Kate walked in she noticed Harry had some old soup cans open and crumbs from toast all over. She knocked on Harry’s door and he answered in his pajamas, Kate took one look at him and said, “Harry why don’t you get in the shower, and change your clothes, I’ll make you some soup.” Harry tried to say something, but Kate turned him around and pointed to the shower and said, “you are just as stubborn as your brother, now march.”

Kate made some fresh soup and put it on a tray with some OJ, water, cough drops, medicine, tissues, and movies from William’s room. Kate knocked and Harry said, “come in.” Kate saw he was showered and had fresh PJ’s on. She set the tray down on the table and showed him what she had. Harry thanked her and said “Wow, this is great thanks, but you didn’t have to do all this.” Kate replied, “Harry don’t take this the wrong way but you look like crap and if you are anything like your brother your helpless when your sick.” Harry laughed and said, “yea, your absolutely right.” Kate said, “well I have to get going, I have dinner plans tonight.” “Let me know if you need anything in the next couple of days, I have a couple of meetings in town this week so I am working from my apartment.” Harry replied, “OK, I will, thanks Kate.” Kate replied, “no problem, feel better.”

William called Kate on the plane and she was running late, they were suppose to meet up at Clarence House, but she had a meeting that ran late. William walked into the apartment and found Harry packing his bags to head back to training. They had a quick chat and then said there goodbyes, on his way out Harry said, “O thank Kate again for me for the other day.” William was confused, “what are you talking about?” Harry answered, “O she came over and took care of me when I was sick last week, she is a really good nurse.” William had a smile on his face and nodded his head “yes Harry, she is a very good nurse.” William was proud of Kate for helping Harry.

Chapter 13

The summer had came and went and a week in September had already gone by. William was busy with training and planning his next step towards a real job and a normal life. He new that he wanted to have privacy with Kate but also to be safe. Kate was given even more responsibility at work since her parents had decided to do some traveling that fall. She had moved a lot of her stuff back home since she would be spending so much time their.

Kate was leaving work and her phone rang, she saw it was Will. Kate started to drive home back to her parents house and continued to talk to William on the phone. As she got to the house and opened the door she realized that the door was unlocked, had she forgotten to lock it this morning. She stepped back and realized there were cars in the driveway, they weren’t her parents or Pippa’s or James’. She said “Will, I think somebody is in the house….” William replied, “I know come in.” Kate remembered were she had seen the cars before, it was the security officers. Kate walked in the house set her stuff down and could smell something cooking in the kitchen. As she headed towards the kitchen she noticed the table was set for two, candles lit and flowers.

William looked up from cooking and saw Kate with a huge smile on her face. Kate walked over to him slowly and said, “William are you trying to impress me again with your cooking?” William giggled and said, “actually no, I wanted to surprise you since we haven’t been able to spend to much time alone lately.” “Then I realized that after work you would probably be hungry, so I was going to take you out, but then realized that we wouldn’t be really alone, then I thought about take out, but there is not many choices and I didn’t really feel like it, so I stopped and got a few things.” Kate put her hand on William’s back and realized he was rambling and was trying to tell her something, “William what’s up?” William stopped cooking and looked at Kate and put his arms around her and said, “Nothing, I came over to see my beautiful girlfriend and spend some quality time with her.” Kate simply replied, “William?” William plated the food and said, “lets eat I am hungry.” “I do have something to talk to you about, my father called this morning and asked if we could come and visit him while on holiday.” Kate said, “Wills, this just isn’t a good time with my parents gone, I just can’t leave.” William said, “yes, I know, but my father said we can come anytime, even if its just for a short time. He wants you to be around the family so they can get to know you better. William took a bite of food and said, “and I want you to get to know them better as well.”

Kate went and got her phone and looked at her schedule for the week and said, “William I am really busy this week, and I have to work Saturday morning as well.” “I have nothing going on Saturday afternoon and Sunday.” William said, “good so will you come?” He was almost begging. Kate said, “Yes, I will, so who is all going to be there?” William replied, “Dad, Camilla, grandma, grandpa, Harry, Bea, Gene, Andrew, Edward, Sophie, Louise, Anne, Tim, Zara, Peter and Aut, and maybe a few others not sure…”

They finished up dinner and did the dishes, William asked if she wanted to watch a movie or just TV. Kate said, “It’s getting late don’t you have to get back to the base?” William smiled and said, “no, I got an overnight pass, because we don’t have PT in the morning.” William was already on the couch flipping thru the channels, he stopped at one of their favorite shows, but realized it was a rerun. Kate leaned over to William and kissed him on cheek and then down his neck, putting her hand in between his shirt buttons. Kate said, “that’s OK, I don’t think I want to watch much TV.” William put down the remote and put his hands on Kate.

William woke up in Kate’s bed and stared at her, he could look at her forever. Kate’s alarm went off and she reached over to turn it off without even opening her eyes. William giggled and said, “did you forget I was here?” Kate said with a smile, “No, I didn’t forget, what time do you have to leave?” William replied, “I have about an hour, are you trying to get rid of me or something?” Kate pulled him for a kiss and a hug and said, “no I am just wondering if we have time for a shower…” William jumped out of bed and started to the bathroom with Kate in hand.

As they finished getting ready William was starring again at Kate and thought, this feels good, this feels right, this is what I want, this is normal. William never thought that having a quite evening in cooking dinner, doing dished, talking, flirting, and making out on the couch, sleeping side by side and getting ready in the morning to go to work would feel so good, so real, so amazing. His heart was filled with joy and so much love. William and Kate said their good byes with a hug and kiss and said, “have a good day at work.”

Chapter 14

Kate had spent a lot of time that fall with William and his family. He got to know them much better and even attended a few public outings with William and Harry. William was wondering what to get Kate for Christmas and for lack of ideas he asked Kate what she wanted. Kate responded by saying that all she wanted was to spend sometime with him at some point over the holidays. Kate asked him the same question and he jokingly said, a helicopter.

On his way back to the base he knew of the perfect gift for Kate, but he would have to do a lot of planning and only had about 2 weeks left till Christmas. William did research if Kate would like it and agree to it. On the other side Kate was obviously not getting William a helicopter, but it did give her a great idea for a gift.

William was about to leave base and head to the countryside to spend the holidays with his family and he realized he didn’t have a pair of dress shoes with him, all he had was sneakers and his military issue boots. He decided to stop by in London to pick them up himself plus he might also get a chance to meet up with Kate before she left. William got his shoes and headed to Kate’s flat, he wanted to make sure she was there and gave her a quick text. After a few minutes he had confirmed she was still at her flat and she had no idea that he was in town. As William headed by a store he got another idea and pulled over quickly and ran in the store to make a quick purchase. He was beaming with a huge smile with anticipating the reaction he was going to see on her face.

Kate was just finishing up some wrapping before she headed out to spend the holidays with her family. She heard a knock on the door and wondered who it was since most of her friends had left to spend the holidays with their families. She peeked to see who it was and she opened the door and said, what are you doing here, I thought you were headed to Sand…. He had pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss before she could finish. He pulled apart and said, “I wanted to give you part of your present now.” William looked down at his chest and so did Kate, she didn’t notice it at first. Kate saw a big bow on William’s chest, he pulled her close again and started to kiss her and put his hands under her shirt. Kate giggled and pulled slightly apart from William and took the bow off his chest and said, “I think you put the bow in the wrong place” She placed just below his belt and said, “it should go here.” They both laughed and shared a passionate kiss.

Christmas was over and William was pacing as he had planned to meet Kate at the base and head to a quiet town in the middle of no where to show her the best present he had gotten her yet. Kate pulled up and William greeted her with a hug and quick kiss, he threw his bag in the car and said, “I’ll drive.” Kate got in the passenger side and was wondering where they were going so she asked, “so where are we going again?” William laughed as he knew how clever Kate could be in trying to find something out. William replied, “it’s a surprise and by the was I never told you.” As they drove they caught up with stories of what when on over Christmas.

Kate noticed they were out in the country and in Anglessey. William turned down a long drive and when he stopped the car, they got out and walked around a bit. They headed inside and William realized he didn’t know how to start the conversation or ask her. He started to ramble about the house from what the realator had told him. Kate opened the frig and noticed that it had all of there favorite foods in it. William had finally stopped rambling about the house and Kate said, “Wills this is perfect, how long are we staying here again?” William smiled and walked towards her and said, “well for right know just two nights, but after I graduate next month, I am going to be transferred here to the RAF Valley in Anglessey.” Kate replied, “Wow, that’s great, but don’t you have to live on base or something.” William replied, “well I could if I wanted to but this is just a 9 month training before I get my operational training assignment but I was thinking about doing it out here since its so isolated and quiet.” “But I want to make sure you would like it out here first, and I know that you like London, but we wouldn’t be here all the time, I will have days off and we can be back in London on those days, and you could work from here just as you do from London. You would have to travel a bit more and….” Kate interrupted and said, “Wills what are you trying to say your jumping all over the place.” William sighed and smiled and said, “Kate Middleton I would love it if you moved out here and live with me in this house….Please.” Kate was starting to smile and said, “William Wales I would love to live with you.”

Kate woke up and found herself in William arms, she slipped out of his grip and went downstairs and made some dinner for her and Wills. She was starving and as the aroma of food made its way upstairs it woke William up. He came downstairs to see Kate in the kitchen cooking. William walked over and asked “did you cook enough for me too, or are you going to make me cook my own?” Kate giggled and said, “yes, I made enough, I was hungry weren’t you?” William said, “yes I was.” Kate got back up just as they sat down to eat. She came back with two presents, and she said, “open this one first.” William looked at the presents and said, “my gift this year is living together again.” Kate smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Kate said again, “come on open this one.” William opened the first package and saw what it was, he had a huge smile on his face. Kate said, “you wanted a helicopter.” William said, “Kate this is amazing I saw this on TV, these things are really cool, but I think it has to charge first.”

After about an hour or so of playing with the toy, William realized he had one more present from Kate. He started to open it, and he noticed it was her diary. William looked up and said, “um do you want me to read this, are you sure, cause this is big, are you sure.” Kate said persistently, “yes, Wills I am sure, I would not have given it to you if I didn’t want you to read it, its just from the past year, I think if this is going to work we have to be completely honest about everything.” Kate started to clean up and do the dishes, William brought the book over and started to read it out loud while he dried and put the dishes away. The first few entries made him laugh, then he read one were Kate wrote about the papps and missing Wills. William leaned over and said, “I miss you too.”

After two days of peace and quiet and getting to know the town a little bit, he was time to head back to London. William said, “I think we should stop by your parents and let them know about us living together.” Kate put her hand to her mouth, and William looked confused and said, “what, what’s wrong.” Kate said, “um, my parents might not like this idea.” “I mean, they like you in all but, I am not sure they realize how serious this is.” William laughed and said, “don’t worry about it, it will be fine.” Kate said, “really how do you know that?” William said, “I just do trust me, relax.” Kate replied, “are you going to tell your father?” William said, “actually he already knows it was he who helped me find the house.” “Kate look at me are you happy about this.” Kate replied without hesitation, “yes, I am.” William said, “then your parents will be happy for you as well because that’s what a family does.”

Chapter 15

Kate was packing up the last of her things that she would need for her over night stay with William. Over the past month they had come up with a schedule between both their work schedules and everything else going on in their lives. Kate would stay with her parents during the week and split time between Angelsy and London on the weekends. She new she could work from home still so it didn’t matter were that was as long as she had a computer. As she pulled up to the house she saw that William was not home yet. She walked in and found a bare and smelly house. William had been there two weeks already off and on and by the looks of the place he had been busy. As she scanned the house to see were the awful smell was coming from she found two culprits, dirty sweaty laundry and the garbage. Kate put a load of laundry in and tidy up the rest, she took the garbage out and put a fresh bag in. She looked in the frig and found a six pack of beer, a carton of milk, jam, peanut butter, bread and leftover pizza. She decided to run to the grocery store to get some supplies and something for dinner.

Kate entered the store and got a ton of supplies, keeping in mind William’s cooking capabilities and busy training schedule. She bought of few candles and cleaning supplies to tidy up the house a bit. As she got home she continued to do laundry, cook some dinner and dessert. William was driving home and a smile crept over his face as he realized that today when he got home Kate would be there. William stepped out of the car and headed in the house. He opened the door to a wonderful aroma of food and burning candles. He looked around and didn’t find Kate, so he called out jokingly “O Mrs. Wales, I’m home.” Kate came down the stairs and in a stern voice said, “follow me Mr. Wales.” William was thinking he was going to get lucky so he bounded up the stairs like a little kid ready to eat cake. However, when he got up stairs she was not in the bedroom, but the bathroom, so he thought shower or tub. William took a peek in with a smile on his face, but when he saw Kate’s face and her hand on her hip he knew she was not thinking what he was. William’s face went from a smirk to concern and was not sure what was wrong or what to say, but he knew she was not happy.

Kate broke the ice first, “Ok, mister come here for your first lesson, she holds up a box of cheerios and takes a few out and puts them in the toilet and says please aim for the center of the cheerios, since you have such trouble hitting the inside of the toilet.” William looked at her and wasn’t sure if she was joking or serious but he decided to just be compliant and say “OK, I think I got it.” He leaned into kiss her and she ignored him and said, “follow me.” William followed her back to the bedroom and pointed to the dresser and said “this is a dresser and is used for clean laundry when your not wearing it, use it by putting the clothes in it, not on top of it as a decoration.” William opened a drawer and noticed she put all of the clothes that had collected on top of his dresser the past two weeks found there way back into the drawers and the dirty ones were clean and put away. Kate checked for understanding as if she was talking to a child, “got it?” William shook his head while still looking at the dresser afraid to make eye contact with her and said, “got it.”

Kate headed out of the bedroom and said, “keep up Wales, lesson 3 is down stairs.” William was starting to wonder what else she had in store for him. Kate headed into the hallway and opened up the closet were the vaccum cleaner was, she pulled it out and said, “if you drop it pick it up, if you spill it wipe it up, if its dirty vaccum it up.” William puts two thumbs up, and says “OK.” William started to speak and Kate cut him off and said, “we are not even close to being done, lesson 4.” “This is a hamper dirty, sweaty, smelly clothes go in here and when it full or smells horrible wash them.” William new the clothes smelled and he should of done them but he was busy, and nodded his head yes, and said, “yea, I know how to do laundry, I had a good teacher once before.” William smiled and started to put his hands toward Kate. Kate tried to hide a smirk because she knew he was talking about her. She pushed his hands away and said, “lesson 5 is dishes.” William interrupted and said, “know wait I did do the dishes.” Kate tried not to smile and said, “yes, I notice however look at this knife.” William looked at it and saw a crud of old jam left on it. William debated, “come on I tried don’t I got some points for that.” He had his puppy dog eyes out and dying to touch Kate and kiss her lips. Kate gave a sarcastic giggle and said, “lesson 6, these are garbage bags when they are full, pick them up and take them outside and put a new one in.” William was getting frustrated and said, “did I do anything right?” Kate said, “yea, apparently you made it to level 7 of your new video game.” William said, “yea, I know, you didn’t unpause it did you?” William ran over to the TV to turn it on and noticed it wasn’t. He sighed and said, “thank god.”

Kate headed up stairs and William questioned her “wait were are you going?” Kate replied without even turning around, “I am tired and going to bed.” William wasn’t sure what to do but he still smelled dinner, so he fixed a plate and ate, he cleaned up after himself and headed to bed. He layed down next to Kate who was sleeping, he didn’t want to disturb her. He thought that night about how Kate must of felt about walking into the house the way it was, and he was starting to feel guilty. This was not the way he pictured it.

Morning came and William rolled over to talk to Kate but she was gone, he looked all over the house and then found a note that she went for a run. William looked at his watch he had to get to work. He was hoping that she got back before he had to leave, but she wasn’t. So he wrote her a quick note, saying he had to get to work and to call him when she got to her parents. Kate called when she got to her parents and told him that she got there save but had to get going because she had a meeting. William said before she hung up, “see you next weekend.” Kate replied, “yep, bye.” William new by her shortness she was still upset.

William worked all week and thought about what Kate had said, she never raised her voice, she never joked, she was calm and firm about what she wanted to get across. Every night William went home and looked around the house. He noticed the candles that Kate bought, the frig was stocked and so was the cupboards. She made a few meals for him to eat during the week for when she wasn’t there. He knew that she loved him but she got frustrated with how William could sometimes be such a child about some things. He knew that he needed her and how she must of felt like a housemaid. That was not his intentions at all, he just wanted to live with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure how to make it up to her but he knew he had to do something.

Kate was driving and hoping that the house was not in the same shape it was last week, she was also wondering if she was too hard on Will, he is just a guy and he always had things done for him. She got out of the car and took a deep breath. She walked in a found a complete 180 from last week. She headed over to the table with a note, it was from Will. It read, Kate, I am sorry about last weekend. It was my fault. I love you… Please follow the arrows. Don’t worry I will pick them up later. Love Wills. Kate laughed and followed the arrows.

The first set lead upstairs to the bathroom, another note which read, “lesson 1, put toilet seat down after your done.” She also noticed that on the back of the toilet he wrote out “I heart u” in cheerios. She had a tear running down her cheek. She followed to another note in the bedroom, it was on the dresser and it read, “lesson 2, I emptied out some drawer so you could put some clothes in as well, you should be living out of a bag.” Kate was really feeling bad about how she was last weekend. Kate followed another set of arrows back downstairs. “Lesson 3, don’t put red shirts in with white shirts because you get pink shirts.” She followed the arrows again, “Lesson 4, Eating food with nutritional value should not be underestimated.” “Thank you so much for the food.” She followed the signs again, “Lesson 5, Rinse dishes after using them because they are easier to clean.” She followed another sign, “Lesson 6, Making it to level 7 isn’t as important as making someone you love happy or feel loved.”

William opened the door and he knew Kate was there. He walked in and found Kate sitting on the sofa. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react to his gesture. He took off his shoes and hung up his coat, and put his dirty clothes in the hamper. He walked over to the sofa to find Kate sleeping with all of the notes he wrote her in her hand. He let her sleep and covered her up with a blanket. He went into the kitchen and warmed up one of the dinners Kate had made and put in the freezer the week before. William made a few calls to catch up on his charities. Kate woke up and heard William’s voice, she headed to the kitchen and William smiled and said, “did you get my notes.” Kate smiled and shook her head yes. William said, “are you still upset or are you going to forgive me.” Kate replied, “no, I am not upset with you anymore, I do forgive you, can you forgive me? I wasn’t very nice to you last weekend, and I am sorry, I just got so frustrated.” William took Kate’s hand and pulled her onto his lap, you have nothing to be sorry for, I was busy and totally neglected the house, that wasn’t how I planned it, plus I actually like the fact that you call me out on things like this, it keeps me grounded.” Kate looked into his eyes and saw love, she leaned in and kissed him. William moaned and said, “I missed you.” Kate replied, “I missed you too.” William kissed her and put his hands on Kate’s back and pulled her closer. Kate broke from the kiss and said, “do you want to go make up?” William picked Kate up and carried her to the stairs, he turned around and went back into the kitchen and Kate asked, “where are you going?” William said, “turn the oven off, I already burnt one thing this week.” Kate laughed and William joined in. Make up sex if great, enough said.

Chapter 16

It had been almost a month of living together and a lot of the kinks had been worked out about the living arrangements. William and Kate had their schedules on the side of the fridge. They always new were each other were or going to be, if something came up they updated it themselves. On February Kate noticed that William had to work on Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just another day, they could do something another day. Kate got up one day and looked at the calendar, she noticed William had put something new on Feb. 15th, it read, “Hot date with Handsome Prince.” Kate giggled.

William came downstairs sat at the table and started to eat breakfast with Kate. William new that Kate looked at the calendar every morning but, he wanted to make sure she saw his note so he asked, “anything new going on in the next week?” Kate smiled and said “yes, actually I have a hot date with a handsome prince later this week…. William was trying not to smile and nodded his head. Kate continued with “I will have to call Harry later to see where we are going and what time.” William laughed out loud and said, “sorry to disappoint you but, I think Harry is busy, but I’m free, unless your holding out for a better offer.” Kate smiled at their banter with each other and said, “well that depends what are you plans and intentions Mr. Wales?” William said with a straight face, “I was thinking dinner at the old pub, then a movie in because my intentions later are not going to be gentleman like.” Kate coughed a little with a bit of a chuckle and said, “wow, aren’t we quite confident this morning.” William replied quickly and with a smile, “I aim high, that’s how I got you right?” Kate smiled and said, “aww” “I would love to be your date.” She reached out and touched his leg, for two reasons, one the bantering of flirting was over and she wanted to steal a kiss. William leaned in and gave her a soft kiss and then another. William wanted to get one last gab in so he said, “make sure you let Harry down easy.”

William and Kate headed back to the apartment to watch a movie, William gave Kate two choices, “ You, Me, and Harry.” And “I know pronounce you William and Harry.” Kate laughed and said, “that is so not the names of the movies.” William replied, “yes it is look at the covers.” Kate looked as he put paper over the real title with his version. Kate wasn’t in the mood to banter, so she said, “OK, fine You, me and … Harry.” The movie was funny and put both of them in more of a flirty mood, but William had other plan after the movie. Kate leaned over after the movie and said, “thank you for the dinner and movie, it was perfect.” She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, hoping for more, but William was being a perfect gentlemen.

William said, “I have something else for you wait here.” Kate replied quickly, “William, I thought we weren’t going to do gift, just a date?” William handed her a bag, and said, “I know, but its just something for the both of us.” Kate pulled out a book and read the title, “Marriage for dummies.” William started to explain the gift with such excitement Kate couldn’t say a word. “look its got all these questions about what to discuss before you get married, and concerns, and making decisions. Plus stuff for after marriage too. I am not saying we are dummies, but its got a lot of things we still need to talk about in here.” Kate opened the book to the first page and started to read it “When it comes to marriage, I suppose we are all dummies….” William took the book and said, “Ok, lets get to the good stuff.” Kate smiled on how excited and eager he was to talk about marriage. They read the book and talked about different topics that came up. It was going really well. Finally Kate couldn’t take anymore and said “William, I really think this is a good idea, and I am so happy you want to do this but, can we read some more later….” William new exactly what she was thinking and he closed the book and said, “absolutely.” He picked her up and thru her over his shoulder and headed into his bedroom. Kate said, “William I don’t think carrying me fireman style is in the book.” William laughed and said, “what I am about to do isn’t in that book either.” Kate replied, “William!!!” She slapped his ass and said, “Naughty Prince.” William said, “you got that right baby.”

Chapter 17

I have not written in a very long time.  I am sure its not very good but I wanted to continue this as I left it unfinished.  Hope someone enjoys.  I am not the best writer.

William was getting ready to make a trip to Africa with his brother for a charity that their mother had started years ago. There were many reasons why he loved going to Africa and this time was no different than any other time. He loved the pure beauty of the land, the wildness of the animals, and of course he loved the fact that no one knew who he was. William was truly just another visitor to a foreign land taking in the sites. He was passionate about protecting Africa and what it was all about.

As William packed, his phone beeped. It was a text from Kate, “Just getting into London…dinner?” William didn’t even hesitate he knew she meant do you want me to pick up some take out or stop at the grocery store. He knew what she wanted to do tonight, stay in, talk, maybe watch a movie….It was always the same when he went on trips…..time alone together. Its what Kate needed and even though William didn’t like to admit to it he needed it too. After William sent his text, he called Jaime to make sure everything was all set for the trip and some last minute questions.

Kate checked her phone and saw William’s reply “Chinese food # 12 and #7 meal, and #2 lo mein please….Red or White?” Kate laughed as she shut off the parked car and ran into the restaurant. She thought to her self, he will never change. He has been so excited and nervous about this trip that he forgot to eat. Kate pulled up to park and gathered her bag and the food and headed into the apartment. As she headed down the last hallway she saw William’s father coming towards her headed into the apartment as well. He stopped and waited for her. Kate smiled as she was more at ease with him than ever before almost laughing to how silly it was to be nervous when they first met. Charles said “I see you brought William dinner, what ever will he do without you?” Kate replied “ He would probably go hungry.” Charles replied before she could even finish “Let’s hope we never have to find out.” Suddenly the door opened and William said, “well are you two going to chat out here all night or come in.” They walked in and Kate retorted “He also gets moody when he doesn’t eat.”

Charles knew that they wanted to be alone but he just wanted to say fair well to his sons’ before they left. Harry came out of his room when he heard the sound of his father’s voice. Charles said “good you are both here.” Harry gave a smile and said, “of course I am here Kate brought food, she is a God sent.” They all laughed cause it was kinda true, he came out for the food not his father. Charles continued shaking his head “ I just wanted to wish both of you a good trip and good luck, your mother really loved helping people and she was very good at it. I hope the two of you keep carrying out what she would have wanted.” William and Harry looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement. Harry and William thanked there father and bid him fair well.

Kate went to the kitchen and got out some forks for the food and brought them to the table. William got the wine and the glasses. Harry knew that they wanted to be alone so he grabbed the food and left the money on the table. Kate saw this and said, “wait Harry where are you going, your not eating that in your bedroom are you?” Harry said, “Thanks but I think I will leave you two love birds alone.” Kate said quickly “No, don’t be silly, William grab 3 glasses.” Harry sat at the table a bit reluctantly but after a few minutes they were all talking and laughing. After they finished dinner William and Harry did the dishes quickly. William gave Harry a look and a nudge that said it all, OK dinner was great but get lost I want to be alone with my girl. Harry thanked Kate for the food and said goodnight as well.

William headed into the bedroom to finish up packing quickly since he left his room a mess from before dinner. Kate entered the room and giggled to see William hurrying to finish packing and attempting to clean up his room. She asked if there was anything he needed help with and William replied “yes you can tuck me in when I am done packing.” Kate smiled and went over to her bag and changed out of her clothes into something more comfy. William didn’t pack much longer then he hoped into bed with Kate and cuddled up next to her and said eagerly “OK, I am ready for my tucking honey.” Kate rolled over and leaned in like she was going to kiss him but all she did was tuck the sheet and blanket under him just like he asked for earlier, even though she knew that was not exactly what he meant. Kate loved to tease William every chance she got. William gave a smirk and fought her tucking and started to tickle her. They wrestled for a bit and William found himself on top of Kate pinning her arms up over her head. Kate had her legs wrapped around William’s waist. He loved how playful their relationship had become it was anything but a bore. He leaned down to kiss her and they both loosened up on their grips to concentrate on other matters.

Later, as he laid there holding Kate he realized he loved her for her pure beauty, wildness and the fact that she never treated him like a prince. This was something that he wanted and had been craving all of his life. He never thought it would happen and know that it has he knew he had to protect that.

[studiorat]

Can I ask how your writing process is like? What inspires you? And is there any writers or books you like? I absolutely love your writing so much (❁´◡`❁)

I’m so glad you’re enjoying my odd little stories! Though perhaps little is not the right word, as they always end up longer than I planned… 😅

My writing process is essentially:

When a story gets it’s claws in my brain, I can barely function with anything else until I can pin down a rough idea of it. Sometimes, the concept doesn’t retain the fire of excitement much longer than that, which is fine - those fragments go into one of several fragment recycling files for a rainy day.

When the story keeps whispering more fragments after pinning down the sketch, I noodle those in text messages to myself or my long-suffering friends, and if I get actual fragments of dialogue? I use the roughest of abbreviated script formats to catch as much as I can, and when the storm of fragments subsides enough to string coherent sentences together, I outline.

These outlines are not formal in any respect, and rarely contain complete sentences, unless Fuck. is a sentence. My entire goal with an outline is to string fragments and impressions into a more or less plausible order and see if there is a beginning, middle, and end in there somewhere, or if assembling the heap tells me what an ending might look like. If I can’t find a moment that feels like a resolution point, the outline goes to the fragment bin.

If I do, however, see a way to get the characters out of the tree after having chased them into it and thrown rocks at them for however many Plot Events, my friends proceed to roll newspapers and fetch water bottles I add it to the WIP list with a working title, and attempt to get back to whatever project is supposed to have priority work on it when I can.

Inspiration for the beginnings of things, as you might guess, is pretty much never a problem for me, in art or writing or craft. There are always more interesting battles to pick than there are hours in the day. The trouble for me is finding inspiration to fill in the [get there] and [says something clever] placeholders. My best tools for filling the well of possibility are usually manual tasks with low analytical brain requirements: driving and showering are classics, but for me a lot of fiber arts also fit this bill. When I’m able to go walking, that’s also good for me. If I turn to other media for ideas, it’s about 50/50 seeking something that’s a comforting, Familiar narrative and world to trick my brain into resting, or whether I seek something with a mood/setting that’s similar to my current writing problems.

Favorite authors and books is a wonderful question, and also very hard to answer.

A short list of favorite authors would have to include several common classics (Edgar Allen Poe, Jane Austen, Shakespeare, Marcus Aurelius, Dostoevsky, Emily Dickinson, Oscar Wilde…) and some modern Greats (Sir Terry Pratchett, Andre Norton, Guy Gavriel Kay, Marguerite Henry, Robert E. Howard, Seanan McGuire, Patrick Rothfuss, N.K. Jemisin, Cherie Priest, Ursula Vernon…) and likewise too many outstanding fic writers to list them all (but if you read on Ao3 and haven’t read Nebulyx, DrSteggy, Unpretty, Westmoor, Ruffboi, Appleheart, BetterBeMeta, Cyada, Khiroptera, Xxenjoy, Inber, ShanaStoryteller, Imaginary_Golux, or Tirsynni, you’re in for a treat.)

Thank you again for dropping by, and for tolerating my very long rambling post! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed the stories, and I look forward to finishing more of them for you! 💖

[welcometotheballpit]

The tale of Giggles the Scorpion Clown... PHD

Dr. George Iggles was an unassuming man of around 40 years, with the round affable and bespectacled face of a traditional academic. His kindness led him to volunteer for a position within the local children’s hospital, caring for young ones who’s diagnoses gave very little hope for their recovery. 

However, while he was kind, he was also very naïve and never once asked about the injections he was tasked with administering to the children. Instead he focused on how best to alleviate their sadness. He would sing them songs while strumming on his ukulele. He would perform magic tricks and tell them jokes. He kept a red nose in the pocket of his doctor’s coat, putting it on when the little ones would cry.

However, one day the little ones began to change. 

Coming in for his shift one morning he found one of the little girls, Emma, crying in her hospital bed, a splatter of blood down the front of her gown.

“Oh dear what’s wrong?” He asked, dropping his lunchbox and hurrying to her side.

“It’s my tooth!” Emma cried, her little knobby knees to her chest, “My tooth came out!”

George sighed, opening her mouth gently to get a look, “Poor dear, it’s normal for teeth to come out at your age and-” He stopped suddenly. There where her little tooth had been there was now a sharp protrusion that extended from the little girl’s gum. He wondered how on earth she grew a fang, pressing his thumb against it when it... twitched. The protrusion moving like something... insectoid.

George fell back, knocking over the side table on his way to the floor, his eyes wide with fear.

“Georgie?” Emma asked, holding her swollen cheek with a hand, “Are you ok?”

George shook his head, tears beading in his eyes, “E-emma... are YOU ok?”

Emma thought for a moment, cocking her little head to the side. “I think so... I’m just...”

George righted himself, taking her little hand in his, “You’re what?”

Emma took her thumb, chewing on it pensively, George took her hand from her mouth when the little girl drew blood unthinkingly, “I’m just hungry Mr. George... I’m really... hungry...”

The other children weren’t faring much better. One little boy had scales on his hands, another child was crying out in pain, what appeared to be wings threatening to emerge from their back, the skin pulling taut with something underneath twitching. Another little girl had chewed through the metal pole holding her IV during the night.

And so George did the only thing he could think of doing. He went to the director.

The director was a taciturn man in a crisp suit, not even looking at George as the smaller man crept into his office.

“S-sir?” George asked, trying to steel his voice.

The director does not look up from his papers, “What?”

George swallows, “W-what are you doing to them?”

The other man sighs, “Does it matter? They won’t live long anyways, they might as well be of some use now.”

George was sickened, clutching his hand to his chest. “That’s sickening! I- I can’t let you do this. I-I’ll tell everyone!”

The director smiled darkly. He took a box from his desk, opening it gingerly and pulling out a large syringe. “No George, I’m afraid you won’t.”

...

When George came to he felt heavy. His chitinous plating shifted, clicking against itself as he rose. The room beneath him was tiny, what was now the long expanse of his neck pressed against the tile of the ceiling. He adjusted himself to look in the mirror hung on the wall of the director’s office, his movements serpentine and aided by many legs.

As he craned his segmented neck to look in the mirror the image revealed seemed alien and foreign. His eyes, once a mild brown were now bulbous, escaping the confines of his eye sockets in a shape similar to that of a preying mantis. Mandibles had appeared from the inside of his mouth, stretching his lips into a terrible forced smile, oddly colored drool escaping his mouth and dripping down his chin.

“The ch-ch-children w-w-will be afraid of-f-f m-me...” George whined, his voice contorted into something almost unrecognizable. He reached a pincher into the tattered remains of his doctor’s coat and retrieved his red nose as well as a tiny tin of facepaint he had saved for days the children were particularly gloomy. “I c-c-can’t have the ch-ch-children be afraid of me.” He pinned his identification tag on, the act akin to instinct after so many years working in the ward. George Iggles, abbreviated to G.Iggles.

“Giggles... I’m Giggles...” He laughed, high and manic, with something deep and rusty behind it in his voice.

However, when he emerged the children were already gathered in the hall, their eyes bright as they surrounded the bloodied and barely breathing form of the director.

“Mr. Georgie?” Emma stepped towards him without fear, scales beginning to appear on the side of her neck and more teeth replaced by the same insectoid protrusions. Her smile was bright despite the blood dripping from her mouth. “We waited for you. We didn’t want to eat without you.”

George gently combed back her hair with a pincer. “Th-th-that is very k-k-kind of you. I am h-h-happy...”

The director looked up, barely conscious as Giggles loomed over him. Giggles smiled down at him, “This will b-b-be our f-f-first meal as a family.”

And with that the new family began to feast.

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

hey I really love your blog and you have me interested in reading some medieval lit. I don't know if you've ever answered this before, but any book recommendations for must reads or for people first starting to get into medieval lit (esp. since I know it can get very hefty)

i feel like i must’ve answered this at some point but i can’t find it so maybe i didn’t, maybe it was on my old blog, who knows

it kind of depends what kind of medieval lit you’re interested in to be honest! i mean, my specialism is irish lit, so i have a lot of recs for that, but i know... fuck all about middle english (okay, that’s not entirely true, sir orfeo is great), and i am def not the person to ask about old english bc i haven’t even got around to reading beowulf yet

some texts i guess

the táin [irish] - carson or kinsella’s translation is your best bet

early irish myths and sagas [irish] - ed and trans jeffrey gantz. ignore most of what he says in his intros to the stories, a lot of it’s outdated, but the translations are solid enough

tales of the elders of ireland [irish] - ed and trans. dooley and roe

the mabinogion [welsh] - go for the sioned davies translation, it’s the best and most recent

beowulf [old english] - i’ve been told heaney’s translation is pretty good tho not literal/academic. i wouldn’t know.

the poetic edda [old norse] - caroline larrington’s translation is the best i think

snorra edda / the prose edda [old norse] - literally can’t remember who translated the copy i have and it’s not in the same city as me right now, RIP

lais of marie de france [medieval french] - don’t have a rec’d translation but they’re good. bisclavret is my fave. guigemar gives me sad ace-spec feelings.

the knight of the cart and the knight of the lion [medieval french] by chrétien de troyes - these are my faves of the four romances anyway. i guess you could read erec et enide and perceval also but. eh.

lancelot of the lake [medieval french] - ah yes the non-cyclic old french prose romance lancelot du lac. sadly only available in abbreviated translation by corin corley, also, out of print so secondhand is your best bet unless you can read old french. very gay tho. i enjoy.

uhhhh that’s pretty much all i got right now, it is very much a non-exhaustive list (as you will note it contains zero middle english). have tried to go for the things that are easy to get hold of in non-academic editions so they’re not crazy expensive. some of these are actually v cheap on kindle if that’s your jam.

hope this helps a bit!

ETA:

if you are looking for snorra edda (snedda) you can find it here

also i should add that there are lots of translations of irish texts at CELT (corpus of electronic texts): https://celt.ucc.ie/transpage.html. they just tend to be older translations (bc they’re out of copyright) so not necessarily as accessible, the books i listed above are kind of. the easiest way in.

[aspiestvmusings]

WV QUOTES by Ep

Best & Most relevant Quotes from WandaVision series 

SUPERLONG POST

Quotes by episode [eps 1-8] 

Ep 1

"A newlywed couple just moved to town / A regular husband and wife / Who left the big city  To find a quiet life / WandaVision! She's a magical gal In a small town locale / He's  hubby whose part machine / How will this duo fit in and fulfill all? / By sharing a love like youve never seen / WandaVision! " - Episode 1 opening credits theme song 

"Forget your past. This is your future." - COMMERCIAL: Stark Industries Toast Mate 2000 toaster 

"My wife and her flying saucers." - Vision / "My husband and his indestructible head." - Wanda, ep 1 #ohtheirony

"Aren't we a fine pair?" - Vision, ep 1 

"Wanda, is there something special about today? There...on the calendar...someone's drawn a little heart right above todays date." - Vision / "Oh, yes, the heart... Well, don't tell me you've forgotten, Vis?!" - Wanda / "Forgotten? Oh, Wanda, I'm incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. And that's not an exaggeration. In fact I'm incapable of exaggeration" - Vision /"Well...then tell me what’s so important about todays date." - Wanda / "[PAUSE] What was the question again? Oh, well, perhaps you've forgotten yourself" - Vision / "Me? Heavens so. I've been so looking forward to it." - Wanda / "As have I." - Vision / "Today we are celebrating.." - Vision / "You bet we are...It's the first time we...have ever celebrted this occasion before..." - Wanda / "It's a special day --" - Vision / "Perhaps an evening --" - Wanda / "Of great significance --" -  Vision / "To us both"" - Wanda / "Naturally!" - Vision / "Obviously" - Wanda / "Exactly!" - Vision / "Well done, us" - Vision, ep 1 #finishingeachotherssentences 

"So what's your name? And where' you from" - Agnes / "I'm Wanda" - Wanda / "Wanda? Charmed." - Agnes, ep 1 

"So what's a single girl like you doing rattling around this big house?" - Agnes / "Oh, no, I'm not single" - Wanda / "Oh... I don't see a ring." - Agnes / "Well, I assure you, I'm married. To a man. A human one. And tall." - Wanda, ep 1 

"Well..it feels like we've always been together" - Wanda, ep 1 [answering the question "how many years have you been together?]

"Oh, this is gonna be a gas!" - Agnes, ep 1 

"Would you be good as to tell me what it is that we do here exactly" - Vision / "...What is the purpose of this company?" - Vision / "All I know is (that) since you've gotten here productivity has gone up 300%" - Norm, ep 1 

"You're like a walking computer!" - Norm / "What? I most certainly am not! I'm a regular carbon-based employee made entirely of organic matter. Much like yourself." - Vision

"No skeletons in your closet, eh, Vision" - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"I don't have a skeleton, sir" - Vision / "Glad to hear it. Your future in this company depends on it" - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"(You could point out that) The death rate of single men is twice that of married men." - Agnes, ep 1

"Now that's romantic." - Wanda, ep 1

"Don’t worry, dear, I have everything under control" - Wanda, ep 1 

"I still get a little tongue-tied" - Vision, ep 1 

"If tonight's not gonna go just so I think this could be the end." - Vision, ep 1 

"I think the best course of action is to impress the wife" - Vision / "And I think think the best course of action is to impress the husband" - Wanda, ep 1 

"Glad to know we're both on the same page" - Vision, ep 1 

"The heart on the calendar was an abbreviation" - Vision, ep 1  [*heart* To grow old in. - V.]

"You move at the speed of sound & I can make a pen float through the air. Who needs to abbreviate?" - Wanda, ep 1 

"Oh, darling, this is so romatic to do - the candles, the music, that stunning outfit..." - Vision, ep 1 

"Oh, Agnes, you're a lifesaver" - Wanda, ep 1 

"You're so naughty!" - Wanda, to Agnes, ep 1 

"Should/Shall I just pre-heat-the over, dear?" - Agnes to Wanda, ep 1 #BunInTheOven

"I know you're in a pinch, so this menu can be done in a snap" - Agnes, ep 1

"Oh, no, too much!" - Wanda (chicken overdone) / "Oh, no, not enough!" - Wanda (turned to eggs), ep 1 #

"How can I be of assistance?" - Vision, ep 1

"For your upside-down cake" - Agnes [giving Wanda a pineapple], ep 1

"Whose that?" - Mr. Hart / "A salesman/A telegram" - Wanda & Vision [simultaneously] / "A man selling telegrams" - Vision / "Wouldn't you know it. Good news is more expensive." - Wanda, ep 1 

"My head is spinning" - Mrs. Heart #WandasMagicAffectingPeople

"From what I've seen here tonight you can/could barely keep it together. I mean, look around, there's all this chaos going on in your household." - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"So...Where did you two move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?" - Mrs. Hart, ep 1

"Honestly...why did you come here? Why? Damit, why?!Why did you [come here] *chokes* - Mr. Hart, ep 1 

"Oh, Arthur, Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! Stop. Stop it! Stop it." - Mrs. Hart, ep 1 #StopIt

"Vision, help him." - Wanda, ep 1

"We are an unusual couple, you know." - Wanda / "Oh, I don't think that was ever in question" - Vision, ep 1

"What I mean is: we don't have an anniversary. Or a song. Or even wedding rings." - Wanda / "Well, we could remedy that. Today could be our anniversaty" - Vision / "Of what? " - Wanda, ep 1 

 "And the rings?" - Wanda / "Well, could you make some for us?" - Vision, ep 1

"I do. Do you?" - Vision / "Yes, I do." - Wanda / "And they lived happily ever after..." - Vision, ep 1 

Ep 2

"Strücker: He'll make time for you" - COMMERCIAL

"Are you using your night-vision, Vision?" - Wanda, ep 2

"Oh, this is getting ridiculous" - Wanda, ep 2 

"...and look at how you seized on the opportunity to redecorate..:" - Vision, ep 2 

"Fear not, Glamour, for I, Illusion, wow to bring you back exactly as you are." - Vision to Wanda, ep 2 #reversetheroles

"Wanda, are you not at all worried that the audience might just see through this little sharade?" - Vision / "Well, that's the whole point - in a real magic act everything is fake." - Wanda, ep 2

"This is our home now. I want us to...fit in" - Wanda, ep 2 

"...and after last nights excitement I wanna make sure that this towns security is up-to snuff" - Vision, ep 2 

"Would you look at us: Wanda & Vision, WestView fitter-inners" - Vision, ep 2 

"So, are you ready to meet Queen Cul de Sac, and her merry homemakers?" - Agnes 

"You'll notice that her roses  bloom under the penalty of death." - Agatha, ep 2

"Dottie is the key to everything in this town. " - Agnes, ep 2 

"Just mind your Ps & Qs, and you're gonna do just fine." - Agnes, ep 2 

"Your roses are divine" - Agnes, to Dottie, ep 2 

"The devil’s in the details, Bev." - Dottie / "That's not the only place he is" - Agnes, ep 2

"Those little boys & girls are counting on us. All of this is for the children." - Dottie, ep 2

"For the children" - group chant, ep 2 

The only reason why I didn't clap is because I'm afraid to move" - Geraldine, ep 2 

"I actually don't know what I'm doing here" - Geraldine / "I'm starting to feel that way myself."- Wanda, ep 2 

"Now you can clap" *everyone claps* "And...stop" *everyone stops clapping* - Dottie, ep 2 

"This is, sort of, a members-only type deal." - Norm, ep 2

"Got some top-secret intelligence for you" - Herb, ep 2 

"I, too, have some top-secret gossip to share. [Norm here is a communist.] - Vision, ep 2 

"Who knew you were such a funny guy?"  - Norm ep 2  

"And to think that you came (in) here a hot & bothered about protocols & nonsense" - Herb, ep 2 

"I can't help but wonder if you & I haven't gotten off on the wrong foot. And I would like to correct that, if I can." - Wanda / "And how would you do that?" - Dottie, ep2 

"I've heard things about you. You and your husband." - Dottie / "Well, I don't know what you've been told, but I assure you...I don't mean anyone any harm." - Wanda / “I don't believe you" - Dottie, ep 2

"Whose doing this to you, Wanda?" - Jimmy, ep 2 

"Wanda, my little cabbage, you look  smashing" - [drunk on gum] Vision, ep 2 

"Listen...something strange happened with Dottie. [Actually] Something strange happened before that, too. It's hard to explain..." - Wanda, to Vision, ep 2

"What is going on?!?" - Wanda, to Vision / "You are!" - Geraldine, ep 2

"For the children" - group chant, ep 2

"I'm Glamour, and this is my delightful assistent Ilusion" - Vision / "I'm Glamour, and he’s Illusion" - Wanda / "Yeah, what she said” - Vision, ep 2 

"Tonight we will lie to you, and yet you will believe our little deception. Because human beings are easily fooled  due to their limited understanding of the inner workings of the universe! - Vision, ep 2 #ohtheforeshadowing 

"Flourish!" - Vision as Illusion, the magician, ep 2 

"Now my wife & I will delight in your dumbstruck little faces" - Vision, ep 2

"Oops, you weren't supposed to see how we did that trick" - Wanda, ep 2 

"If only you all knew our secret" - Wanda, ep 2 

"The Magnet of Crysteries" - Vision as Illusion, ep 2 #TheCabinetOfMysteries

"I will now make my wife... disappear." - Vision as Illusion, ep 2 

"What's in the box?" - group chant, ep 2 

"Vis, it's alright. It's okay. But what is going on with you?" - Wanda / "I have no idea. I've been feeling weird-y all day." - Vision, ep 2

"Well, you're back to yourself, and that's all I care about" - Wanda to Vision, ep 2

"A magician never reveals his secrets. He leaves that to his assistant" - Vision / "And she's not talking" - Wanda, ep 2 

"I don't know what I was so worried about. It wasn't so hard to fit in after all" - Wanda / "And all we had to do was be ourselves". - Vision / "Well...with a few modifications" - Wanda, ep 2 

"And it was all..for the children" - Wanda & Vision, ep 2 

"Vision, is this really happening?" - Wanda / "Yes, my love, it's realy happening" - Vision, ep 2 

Ep 3

"We got something cooking / And it's looking good / We got something cooking / And you knew we could / All great expecttions Lead to complications / But it's grovy and fun / It's me and it's you / Together one plus one is more than two / Some sudden surprises / Come in all shapes and sizes / But it's rainbows and sun / It's you and it's me / Together one plus one is family." - WV episode 1x03 opening credits intro song 

"You read my mind" - COMMERCIAL, ep 3 

"Come with me. Escape to world all your own, where your probllems float away. When you want to get away, but you don't want to go anywhere... Hydra Soak. Find the Goddess within" - COMMERCIAL, ep 3 

"I have nerves of steel, so there goes your theory..." - Vision, ep 3 

"Have you gotten bigger?" - Vision / "Have I? I can't tell from this angle" - Wanda, ep 3 

"I can't wait to be a proud papa-ya." - Vision, ep 3 #dadjokes

"Oh, did I do that? I didn’t mean to" - Wanda, ep 3 

“All the worlds a stage. And all the men & women marely players.“ - Vison, ep 3 #QuotingShakespeare #William #Billy #Thomas #Tommy

"Do you think they know it's my fault?" - Wanda, ep 3 

"I think something's wrong here, Wanda" - Vision, ep 3 

"I know what you mean. The truth is: We are in uncharted waters. And you know what? I'm anxious, too"- Vision, ep 3 

"We just don't know what to expect" - Wanda, ep 3 

"Will the baby be human, or synthezoid, a bit of both?" - Wanda, ep 3 

"If he is anything like his ma' (mother), he (Billy) will be perfect" - Vision, ep 3 

"What a mess." - Wanda, ep 3 

"Well..in all fairness, darling, the baby is aproximately 9 months early" - Vision, ep 3 

"Now's not really a good time.." - Wanda, ep 3 

"I may be late to the party, but I imagine there's s logical explanation for this." - Geraldne, ep 3

"It's all perfectly natural" - Wanda, ep 3

"I can't do this" - Wanda / "Yes, you can." - Geraldine / "I can't. I cant." - Wanda / "You can do this." - Geraldine, ep 3

"I don't think we'll get away after all. Small towns, you know... So hard to escape...." - Dr. Nielsen, ep 3

"She came here because... She came here because we're all..." - Herb, ep 3 

"Who are you?" - Wanda 

Ep 4

"She came here because we're all...what?" - Vision, ep 4 ("previously on" part)

"I think you should leave" - Wanda, ep 4 ("previously on" part)

"I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me". - Dr., to Monica, ep 4

"Director Tyler Hayward" - Monica / "Acting! Director." - Hayward, ep 4 

"It's been three weeks [since the Blip] & you're the first to report." - Hayward, ep 4 

"Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door" - Hayward / "It also says "Observation and Response" on that door. Not Creation." - Monica, ep 4

"The world's not the same as you left it." - Hayward, ep 4

"What's the story here, agent Woo?" - Monica / "I've got  a witness set up down the road in WestView,  and this morning it looked like he flew the coop." - Jimmy / "Your missing person is in the Witness Protection Program?" - Monica / "I have contacted known associates, relatives..." - Jimmy / "And let me guess: none of them have seen him either?" - Monica / "No. None of them have ever heard of him." - Jimmy, ep 4 

"This isn't a missing persons case (anymore). This is  missing town. Population 3892" - JImmy, ep 4

"Why havent you gone inside to investigate?" - Monica / "Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody is supposed to go in." - Jimmy, ep 4 

"Why is it that you have an awareness of WestView? Or me...for that matter? Is it because we're outside of a certain radius? Or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?" - Monica, ep 4

"What is it?" - Jimmy / "Some sort of an energy field..." - Monica, ep 4

"We're not supposed to talk to each other" - "Boyscout Leader", to Darcy, ep 4 

"We've got a full clown-car." - Darcy, ep 4 

"Wow...[I'm getting] A colossal amount of CMBR [Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation]" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Look, I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not Blipped. Dead." - Darcy, about Vision, ep 4 

"So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"It's a working theory." - Darcy, ep 4 

"So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?" - Darcy / "With whom? Or else what?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality, time travel, some cockamanie social experiment?" - Jimmy / "It's  a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom." - Darcy, ep 4  

"1950s, 1960s, and now the 70s. Why does it keep switching time period? Can’t be purely for my enjoyment, can it?" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Twins. What a twist" - Darcy, ep 4 

"Has this happened before? A reference to our reality?" - Jimmy, ep 4 

"Someone is censoring the broadcast." - Darcy, ep 4 

"You're not my neighbour. And youre definitely not my friend. You are a stranger. And an outsider. And right now you are trespassing here. And I want you...to leave" - Wanda, ep 4 #HexWandaSawAgathaInMonica (she came at Monica so hard, cause she sensed an outsider, but she gave the role to the wrong person...)

"We don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want." - Vision / "No, we can't. This is our home." - Wanda / "Are you sure?" - Vision / "Don't worry, darling, I have everything under control." - Wanda, ep 4

"It's Wanda. It's all...Wanda" - Monica, ep 4  

"What shoud we watch tonight?" - Wanda, ep 4 

Ep 5

"You wander the world with a vision of what life could be /  But then the years come and teach you to just wait & see / Forces may try to pull us apart / But nothing can phase me if you're in my heart / Crossing our fingers, singing a song / We're making  it up as we go along / Through the highs & the lows / We'll be right, we'll be wrong / We're making  it up as we go along / And there wiLl be days / We won't know which way to go / But we'll take it higher / You're all I desire / When the going gets tough / When push comes to shove / We're making it up / ' Cause we got love / We got love. We got love / Baby we got...WandaVision" - Episode 5 opening credits intro theme song 

"Lagos (paper towels) - for when you make a mess you didn't mean to (make)" - COMMERCIAL

“I know parents aren’t supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don’t you?” - Wanda, ep 5

“Why won’t you do what I want?” - Wanda, to the twins, ep 5

"Vis, what are we doing wrong?" - Wanda, ep 5 

"Don't worry, dear, we'll figure it out." - Vision, ep 5 

“Do you want me to take that again?” - Agnes, ep 5

“Should we just take it from the top?” - Agnes, ep 5

"I dare you to stay awake" - Agnes, ep 5 

"What was that about?" - Vision / "What was what?" - Wanda, ep 5

"Did you really not see what I saw?” - Vision, to Wanda, ep 5

“Kids. (You) Can’t control ‘ em. No matter how hard you try.” - Agnes, ep 5

[Whats the 1st thing you remember?] “Pain. And then Wanda’s voice in my head. There was this feeling...keeping  me down. This...hopeless feeling. Like drowning. It was grief.” - Monica, ep 5 

“Our initial theory had Wanda Maximoff as one of many victims. (But) We now know she’s the principal victimizer.” - Hayward, ep 5

“That’s an over-simplification of events, but... yeah.” - Jimmy, ep 5

"Does Maximoff have an alias?" - Hayward / "No, sir." - Jimmy / "No funny nickname?" - Hayward / "Not a one." - Jimmy, ep 5 

"When was this?" - Monica / "9 days ago. Maximoff stormed our facillity, stole The Visions body, and resurrected him." - Hayward, ep 5 [a direct violation of the Sokovia Accord Section 36B  & Vision's own living will, cause he didnt want to be anybodys weapon] 

“Maximoff in her grief disregarded his [Vision’s living will] wishes” - Hayward, ep 5

“But how did she even do it? Bring him back without the Mind stone?” - Jimmy / “Who knows? But she has the worlds only known vibranium synthezoid playing father-knows-best in suburbia. What happens when he learns the truth?” - Darcy, ep 5

“Taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility.” - Wanda, ep 5

“I’m tired of hiding. (And maybe you don’t have to either)” - Wanda, ep 5

"Wanda, we are usually so much of the same Mind[stone], but right now...” (What aren't you telling me?) - Vision, ep 5  

“What aren’t you telling me?” - Vision, to Wanda, ep 5

"Wanda’s twins are hers. Everything might look fake in TV, but everything in there is real.” - Monica, ep 5

"But Wanda manipulates peoples perceptions, makes them hallucinate..." - Jimmy, ep 5 

"If all the sets, and props, and wardrobe are solid matter, that would mean she's wielding an insane amount of power." - Darcy / "By far exceeding anything she's desplayed in the past." - Jimmy, ep 5 

“It’s not an illusion. Wanda is re-writing reality.”- Monica, ep 5

"If she can change things...as they go into the hex...what happens when we send something in that requires no change?" - Monica, ep 5 

“Can’t you tell..none of it is real..” - Norm, ep 5

“You have to stop her. [Stop who?] She’s in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop.” - Norm, ep 5

“Sometimes your dad & I aren’t on the same page. But that’s just temporary.” - Wanda PS. She is literally saying that she & him aren’t always in scenes that are on the same page in the script, hence he (one of them) is away/somewhere else.

“Family is forever.” - Wanda, ep 5

"He's...far away from here. And that makes me...sad, sometimes." - Wanda, (about her twin-brother Pietro, who is buried in Sokovia) ep 5 

"We can't see the drone on the broadcast. Wanda is framing it out." - Jimmy / "Just like all the jump-cuts. Wanda decides what makes it onto her show, and what doesn't." - Darcy, ep 5 

“This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home. You don’t bother me, I won’t bother you.” - Wanda, ep 5

[What do you want?] “I have what I want. And no-one will ever take it from me...again” - Wanda PS. She seems to look at Hayward when she says the last past. This seems to be a message about them having Visions body & going against his will & trying to weaponize it...as much as it is about her having her perfect life with her Vision.

"The urge to run from this feeling [read: grief] is powerful. I know." - Wanda, ep 5

“You can fix anything, mom. Fix the dead.” - The Twins [Wanda: "What? No." / Agnes: "You can do that?"]

"I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life: We can’t reverse death...no matter how sad it makes us. Some things aren’t forever. ” - Wanda, ep 5 #AThingIsntBeautifulBecauseItLasts

"You said family is forever. He is family. Bring him back, mom" - Billy & Tommy, ep 5 

“You can’t control me the way you do (control) them.” - Vision / “Can’t i?” - Wanda [as the end credits start to roll], ep 5 

“I have to believe that this -- whatever this is -- was subconcious at first, and that you only recently became aware of it.” - Vision (about the Hex & WV), ep 5

"Stop lying to me! [angry]" - Vision /  "This... All of this is for us. So let me handle it.” - Wanda, to Vision, ep 5

“What is outside of Westview” - Vision - /”You don’t want to know, I promise you.” - Wanda / “You don’t get to make that choice for me, Wanda” - Vision, ep 5

“Before what? I can’t remember my life before Westview. I don’t know who I am. I’m scared.” - Vision, ep 5 (proof that Vision 2.0 is evolving)

"You are my husband. You're Billy & Tommy’s father. Isn't that enough?" - Wanda, ep 5 

"Wanda, why are there no other children [besides Billy & Tommy] in Westview?” -  Vision, ep 5

"Why...tell me why..." - Vision / "Do you realy think that I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in WestView? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to dentist appointments in time? I mean, I... I don't know how any of this started in the first place..." - Wanda, ep 5  

“What you’re doing here...it’s wrong. It is wrong.” - Vision, ep 5

"I didn't do that. [pause] You don't believe me." - Wanda / "Wanda, I want to. But at this point I'm ignoring statistics entirely." - Vision, ep 5 

"Whose the popsicle?" - Fietro [bout Vision], ep 5 

Ep 6

"Don't try to fight the chaos / Don't question what you’ve done / The game can try to play us / Don't let it stop the fun / Some days it's all confusion / Easy come and easy go / But if it's all illusion / Sit back, enjoy the show / Let's keep it going x2 / Through each distorted day / Let's keep it going / Though there may be no way of knowing / Whose coming by to play" - Episode 6 opening credits intro song 

"That's not exactly how I remember it" - Wanda / "You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma" - Fietro, ep 6 

"I'm undercover!" - Vision, ep 6 

"No, that's not what you're supposed to..." - Wanda / ”What?” - Vision, ep 6 

“Mom & Dad have been... not fighting, just...like...different (lately/ever since Uncle P. arrived)” - Twins, to the camera, ep 6

“Wanda, be good” - Vision, ep 6

"If I see any funny business, I'm going to magic you into a pickled herring" - Wanda, to Fietro #RedHerring

“We take her out, this whole nightmare ends” - Hayward / "We don’t know that. We actually have no idea what will happen in there, or out here if Wanda dies”.- Monica, ep 6

"If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution.” - Monica, ep 6

"Is there something I can do for you, Wanda. Do you want something changed?” - Herb, ep 6

“I can’t believe what a bad influence you are” - Wanda, to Fietro, ep 6

“I’m just trying to do my part. Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and untimately give you grief. I  mean...that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”  - Fietro, ep 6

"I got the old XY chromosome" - Fietro, ep 6 #Xmen #HeXmen

“Unleash hell, demon spawns” - Fietro, about/to the Twins, ep 6

“Dammit if Westview, New Jersey, isn’t charming as hell.” - Fietro, ep 6

"It's not like your dead husband can die twice." - Fietro, ep 6

“Where were you hiding all these kids up til now? I assume they were just  sleeping peacefully in their beds.” - Fietro, ep 6

“You don’t think it’s... wrong”? - Wanda / “Are you kidding? I'm impressed.” - Fietro, ep 6

“Howd’d you even do all of this?” - Fietro, to Wanda, ep 6

"I don’t know how I did it. I only remember feeling...completely alone. Empty. Endless nothingness.” - Wanda, ep 6

“Am I dead” - Agnes / “No. Why would you think that?” - Vision / “Because you are”. - Agnes / “Because I am what?” - Vision / “Dead” - Agnes, ep 6

“No one leaves. Wanda won’t even let us think about it.”- Agnes, ep 6  

“I will fix this, Agnes, I promise” - Vision, ep 6

"I know what Wanda’s feeling, and I won’t stop until I help her.” - Monica, ep 6

"How'd you even do (all) this?" - Fietro / "I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just...endless nothingness." - Wanda, ep 6  

"He really does want out, doesn't he?" - Hayward, about Vision, ep 6 

"I hear daddy. In my head. He's in trouble" - Billy, to Wand, ep 6 

Ep 7

"Feeling depressed? Like the world goes on without you? Do you just want to be left alone? Ask your doctor about Nexus. A unique anti-depressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or  the reality of your choice. Side effects include: feeling your feelings, confronting your truth, seizing your destiny, and possibly more depression. You should not take Nexus unless your doctor has cleared you to move on with your life. Nexus - because the world doesn’t revolve around you. Or does it?” - NEXUS COMMERCIAL, ep 7 

"Letting our fear and anger get the best of us. Intentionally expanding the borders of the false world we created" - Wanta, to the director/camera PS. She uses plural form. Since nothing on this show is meaningless, and we know it was actually Agnes sitting behind the camera, maybe that was a hint at her saying THEY created it, not she alone?

"Mom, my head feels weird. It's like...really noisy. I don't like it." - Billy, ep 7 

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine style stacation. A whole day. That'll show me." - Wanda 

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's that about" (the glitches) - Wanda, ep 7 

"If he doesn't want to be here, there's nothing I can do about it" - Wanda, ep 7

“I have no answers. Zero, Zip. Zilch. Nada. Niente." - Wanda, ep 7

"I'm starting to believe that everything is meaningless." - Wanda, ep 7 

"You're welcome to draw your own conclusions, of course. But that's just where I'm at" - Wanda. ep 7 

"Vision is made of vibranium, (so) they literally inherited tough skin" - Wanda, about the twins, ep 7 

"Agnes, you are a life-saver. Is there anything I can do for you?" - Wanda, ep 7

"R&D reports, all on the same project. Code name: Cataract. [pause] Hayward wasn't de-commissioning Vision, he was trying to bring him back online. But nothing worked... ["until Wanda stole Visions body"]" - Jimmy, ep 7 

"You know, part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but...seriously..that sucked." - Darcy, ep 7 

"I have questions” - Vision / “I have answers” - Darcy, ep 7

"I don't understand why it's happening. Why it's all falling apart. And why I can't fix it." - Wanda, ep 7

"Do you think maybe this is what you deserve?" - Director's voice BTS/Agatha, to Wanda, ep 7 

"So...Wanda killed me?" - Vision / "Yes. But it's not that simple. You asked her to do it." - Darcy / "Why would I have done that?" - Vision / "To save the universe. Well...half of it." - Darcy / "Did it work?" - Vision / "It did. [pause] Until the bad guy rewound time & killed you himself. There are a few extra steps, but...to set up the ocontext... " - Darcy / "I came back and died again." - Vision / "...and she had to watch." - Darcy 

"Also..it never rains in WestView, right" - Darcy, ep 7 [Vision gives the camera THE LOOK]...as there are puddles on the road & the windowsglass is covered with raindroplets... 

"I'm not amused" - Vision, ep 7 

“What am I now?” - Vision, ep 7

“What I don’t get is why you can’t leave the hex.” - Darcy, to Vision, ep 7

"So..if I understand correctly...my original code dates back to an AI called JARVIS, but my corporal form was born from ULTRONs plan for global genocide?" - Vision / "Correct-o" - Darcy / "What am I now?" - Vision / "Honestly... I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life, but..what I dont get is why you can’t leave the hex.” - Darcy , ep 7 

“What I do know is that I've been watching “WandaVision” for the past week, and the love you two have is real. You belong together.” - Darcy, to Vision, ep 7

"Don't let him make you the villain" - Monica /"Maybe I already am." - Wanda, ep 7

"I lost the person closest to me, too. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me. And I can't change it, I can't undo it, I can't control this pain anymore. And I don't think I want to. Because it's my truth." - Monica, ep 7

"I had no idea how much Wanda had endured before coming to WestView. How much we both had, I guess. Though I can’t remember it. For me it feels like it happened to someone else, you know... But for her.. it's mere weeks ago." - Vision, ep 7 

"What am I doing here? Sitting, talking to you...when I should... This is absurd. I need to get to my wife." - Vision, ep 7  

Ep 8

"You have betrayed your coven. You stole knowledge above your age & station. You practiced the darkest of magic." - Evanora Harkness / "I know nothing of these crimes. I swear it!" - Agatha / "Enough. Deception.!" - Evanora / "I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power." - Agatha, ep 8 

"I cannot control it."- Agatha, ep 8  

"If only you would teach me...! (Help me, please!)" - Agatha, ep 8

"Please...I can be good" - Agatha / "No, you cannot." - Evanora, ep 8 

"Your magic's no good in here. Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell. One on each wall. ... No? Nothing? These are runes, Wanda. In a given space only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"  - Agatha, to Wanda, ep 8 

"Who are you?" - Wanda / "Who are you?" - Agatha, ep 8 

"Who are you? All those costumes and hairstyles? Oh, I was so patient. Waiting for you to reveal your true self. I got close with Fake-Pietro...Fietro, if you will. But no dice." - Agatha/ "That was you?" - Wanda / "No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes & ears. A crystalline posession..if you will. Necromacy was a non-starter since your real brothers body is on another continent. Not to mention (also) full of holes. But you're so crippled by your own self-doubt that you believed it." - Agatha, ep 8

"When I sensed this place - the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once...I couldn't make heads or tails of it... Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go. With thousands of people under your thumb all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. Well, that's somethign special, baby. And of course there's transmutation. Years of study to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion. But WestView through your lense, Wanda... Every little detail in place...down to the crown molding. You're even running  illusions miles away at the edge of town. Magic on autopilot. What's your secret, sister? Listen... I need you (to)...I need you to tell me how you did this." - Agatha / "I  didn't do anything. I'm not..." - Wanda / "I tried to be gentle....to nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice... What was it (that) you said to your not-brother? Hmm? All you could recall was the feeling. You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness... Let's start there..." - Agatha, ep 8

"It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Wanda? But it's time to look at some reall re-runs. All right, let's go." - Agatha /"No" - Wanda, ep 8

"After you, superstar" - Agatha to Wanda, ep 8 

“I know you don’t want [to go back there...to relive your painful memories]. But it’s good medicine, angel” - Agatha, ep 8 

“The only way forward is back” - Agatha, ep 8 

"I forgot. I put it in the special place. For extra safekeeping." - Wanda's dad, ep 8

Shenanigan [definition]: ... like mischief. But...a silly mischief, that always becomes fine. 

"...and at the end of the episode... you realise it was all (just) a bad dream. None of it was real." - 10-y-o Wanda, ep 8 flashback 

"You stop that. You'll hurt her feeling." - TV Character 1 / "She hasn't got any feelings. She's full of sawdust, or rags, or something." - TV character 2, ep 8

"So...little orphan Wanda got up close & personal with an Infinity Stone that amplified what otherwise would have died on the vine? The broken pieces of you are adding up, buttecup. I have a theory, but I need more..." - Agatha, ep 8 

"So where are we know?" - Agatha / "The Avengers compound. It was the first home Vision & I ever shared. Pietro was dead, and I was in a new country... I was all alone..." - Wanda, ep 8 

"Vision?" - Wanda [sensing him behind the wall/that he wants to enter her room] / "I apologize, I dont mean to intrude..:" - Vision / "You don't?" - Wanda / "Well, I suppose yes I did intend to come in here..." -  Vision / "And now?" - Wanda / "Well...whatever is your preferance..." - Vision, ep 8 

[Wanda & Vision watching sitcoms on TV] "Is it funny because of the grievious injury the man just suffered?" - Vision / "No, he's not really injured" - Wanda / "Ah. [But] How can you be certain?" - Vision / "It's not that kind of a show." - Wanda, ep 8 

"Wanda, I don't presume to know what you're feeling, but I would like to know. Should you wish to tell me. Should that be of some comfort to you." - Vision / "What makes you think that talking about it would bring me comfort?" - Wanda / "Oh, see, I read that the..." - Vision / [interrupts him] "The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again." - Wanda [SILENCE] "Sorry... I'm ..I'm so tired..." - Wanda 

"Sorry... I'm ..I'm so tired... It's just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I can't... It's just gonna drown me..." - Wanda / "No, no it won't." - Vision / "How do you know?" - Wanda / "Well...because it can't all be sorrow, can it? I've always been alone, so I don't feel the lack. It’s all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I have never had a loved one to lose. But what is grief, if not love persevering?" - Vision, to Wanda, ep 8 #foreshadowing

"But what is grief, if not love persevering?" - Vision, to Wanda, ep 8

"So, to recap: parents dead, brother dead, Vision dead." - Agatha, ep 8

"What happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, Wanda?" - Agatha / "I can’t do this anymore..." - Wanda / "Come on, Wanda! You're on the precipice. You are right there! Tell me how you did it." - Agatha, ep 8

"Vision was gone. But you. wanted. him. back." - Agatha / "I wanted him back. [to herself: "I wanted him back"]" - Wanda, ep 8 

"I know you have him" - Wanda 

"Please...Please. When I came back, he was gone. His...body. And I know he's here. He deserves a funeral, at least. I deserve it." - Wanda 

"I just wanna bury him. That's all I want" - Wanda, ep 8

"Are yo sure (that’s all you want)? Not everyone has that kind of power that can bring their soulmate back online. Forgive me...back to life." - Hayward, ep 8 

"No, I can’t do that. Thats...That’s not why I'm here." - Wanda, ep 8 

"I can't feel you.... [whisper] I can't feel you." - Wanda, ep 8 

"To grow old in." - V. *hear shape* [Vision's note to Wanda, on the propery deed], ep 8

"Wanda, welcome home. Should we stay in tonight?" - (Hex) Vision, ep 8

"I know what you are. You have no idea how dangerous you are. You're supposed to be a myth - a being capable of spontaneous creation. BUt here you are...using it to make breakfast for dinner. ... This is chaos magic, Wanda. That makes you the Scarlett Witch" - Agatha to Wanda, ep 8

"Let go of my children" - Wanda / "Oh yes...your children, Vision, this whole little life you've made...this is chaos magic, Wanda." - Agatha, ep 8 

TBC in ep 9