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imagines4thefandoms · 3 years

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Oliver Queen X Wife! Reader

requested: @purpledragon04

Sorry this took to long i just couldn't think of anything good enough. hope you like it.

Can you do a Oliver queen x reader? where they’re having a gender reveal party

Word count:2456

Warnings: NONE....slight fluff

“What time is it,” William asked shoving a big bite of pancake in his mouth.

“Son, its only 8am,” Oliver laughed at his son’s excitement.

You walked in the kitchen and sat down next to William. Oliver slide over a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee. After taking a sip you looked at your husband.

“What time is it,” you asked excitedly and nervously.

Oliver and William laughed as your husband walked over to you and places a kiss on your temple while placing his had on your ever growing belly. Today was the gender reveal party that Thea and Facility planned. You and William were excited to find out what the gender of the baby was, while Ollie was just excited to be having a baby with the love of his life. After all the bad in his life he was happy to have this good thing/things.

“Its just another party,” Oliver said taking a sip of his coffee.

“Ollie, your not looking forward to finding out the gender of our baby,” you asked tearing up.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care if we are having a boy or girl. I just want to have a happy healthy baby with the love of my life,” Oliver replied rubbing your back.

Oliver was right, it doesn’t matter if you were having a boy or girl. Honestly, your would have rather stayed home with the two men in your life but if you did Thea would drag you kicking and screaming.

After Oliver calmed you down from your crazy hormonal episode, the three of you finished breakfast. The party wasn’t until noon so there were four hours to kill. William went back to his room to play some video game while you took an shower and Oliver clean the kitchen.

“(Y/n) you ok,” Oliver asked after you had been in the shower for an hour.

He walked into the bathroom and found you sitting on the floor of the shower crying. He climbed in and pulled you into his arms letting his t-shirt and sweatpants get soaked. Oliver and you just sat there for a couple minutes.

(N/n) what’s wrong,” he asked.

“What if i’m a bad mom,” you asked Ollie looking over your shoulder.

“Impossible, i’ve seen the way you care about William. I know that you will be a great mom,” he responded laughing.

You gave him a small smile and laughed when you noticed that he was soaking wet. Oliver helped you up and out the shower while he got out of his soaking pjs and took a shower himself. After getting dressed in maternity leggings and a (f/c) T-shirt dress you laid in bed and continued reading the book on your nightstand.

When ollie was done, he got dressed is just jeans and a t-shirt and went to his office t work on some mayoral things. The three of you were doing your separate things til William ran into your room excitingly.

“Its 11:30 come on lets go,” William said basically bouncing off the walls.

When you found out your were pregnant you were worried not about what Ollie thought but about what William thought. You were scared he would think that this baby would be more important to him but when you and Oliver told him he was excited to be a big brother.

After you got out of bed you and William ran, well William ran you wattled, to Oliver’s office. Oliver laughed at the sight of his pregnant wife and son jumping with excitement and telling him to hurry up. He finished looking over the budget for the police (idk what mayors do) and closed his computer.

The car ride there consisted of William going back and forth over either wanting to have a baby brother or sister, and you staring into space imagining your life with a baby boy then again with a baby girl. Spoiler alert both were full of sleepless nights and tears from you. Oliver held your hand and shot down williams dream to play some video game with a little brother.

“William, you won’t be able to play Modern Warfare with a newborn,” he laughed.

When we pulled up to Oliver’s childhood home, Thea, Felicity and Dig came outside and greeted us. Thea walked past her brother and gave you a big hug. Oliver faked a hurt look while Thea ignored him and then went to hug her nephew.

“OMG you’re glowing,” Felicity stated pulling you into a hug.

“I think the term you are looking for is gigantic,” you said returning the hug.

“She’s right (y/n) you look amazing,” Oliver said placing a kiss on your temple.

“You have to say that cause you are coming home with me.”

“No it the truth. You are the most beautiful person in the multiverse.”

“Wow you’re cheesy Mr. Queen. Now lets find out if we are having a little girl or another boy. “

The two of you walked into the Queen Mansion. Moira was standing in the parlor by a table with little paper pins of the supergirl symbol and flash symbols. With a sign that read “will baby Queen be Supergirl or flash?”

“Omg this is too cute,” you said picking up each symbol.

Oliver looked over at his sister and Felicity. Dig laughed at Ollie’s reaction an pined a flash symbol to his shirt. William grabbed a flash symbol then went to hug Moira.

“Whose idea was this,” Oliver asked when you put on a supergirl symbol.

“Ours,” Kara and Berry said walking out of the living room.

“Kara, you’re here,” you exclaimed running or more likely waddling towards your best friend.

“I would never miss the baby shower,” she responded hugging you.

After you grabbed a supergirl symbol which matched the one Kara was wearing and she pulled you into the living room which was decked out in supergirl and flash decorations also pink and blue balloons. There was the famous first picture of Kara flying and a picture of the Flash above the fireplace. All of our superhero friends were here including our DEO friends from Earth-19. It was nice seeing everyone when it didn’t involve a worlds ending crisis.

Oliver walked over to you to take in the decorations and the fact that he has to look at a dozen pictures of Barry and Kara. You looked over at your husband and saw that he was wearing a supergirl and flash symbol on his shirt. Before you could comment on the buttons Sara walked into the mansion with the legends.

“Sara, how can someone with a time machine always be late,” you joked hugging her.

“Mick,” Sara replied as an excuse and with that one word you completely understood.

After ten minutes of catching up with Alex, Kara, and Brainy, it was time to play some games. Thea grabbed you and Oliver and brought you two to the front of room. The first game was guess the baby food. Kara and Felicity walked around the room with a plater of baby food jars with no labels and tiny plastic spoons.

After playing guess the baby food, baby bingo, baby birthday pool, and having everyone write wishes for baby queen, and scarfing down three sandwiches, two cake pops and some fruit it was time for the big reveal. Thea directed everyone out to the backyard while Dig and Barry brought out a wooden target with the words ‘Supergirl or The Flash’ in red and blue. There were three black balloons pinned to the plywood. Felicity stood infant of the target and explained that the colors in the balloons will match the superhero costumes so red is for the flash and blue is for supergirl. Thea brought Oliver a bow and three arrows.

“Really speedy,” Oliver asked smiling.

“Its cute ollie,” Thea replied patting his back.

You laughed at how the green arrow is gonna fire an arrow to find out if the baby is “supergirl” or the “Flash”. Oliver wouldn’t admit it cause he is a stubborn bastard but he thought the idea was cute. You went up behind Oliver and wrapped your arms around him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t miss,” you teased him.

“You think your cute,” he retorted as you let him go and stood behind him.

“I know I am.”

Oliver shook his head and let out a small laugh as he grabbed an arrow and pulled the drawstring back. Everyone beside William and I were standing three feet behind Oliver watching to see what color explodes from the balloons. Oliver let the arrow fly and it hit the black ballon on the right and white paint exploded. Oliver reloaded the bow and took aim. William and you were anxiously waiting to see if the next shoot would be red or blue. Oliver released the arrow and shot the balloon on the left. The balloon released white paint again. In that moment you mentally cursed Felicity, Thea, and Kara for setting up the reveal like this. The suspense was killing you.

“Babe come here,” Oliver called to you.

You walked over and Oliver handed you the bow. “Sweetheart, you know I cant shoot a bow like you can,” you explained trying to give the bow back.

“I will help you,” he said pulling you back towards him.

Oliver grabbed the last arrow and placed it on the string. He placed his hand over your on the bow and guided your other hand to the string. The two of you pulled the sting back and Oliver helped you relax your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath and focus on the target.”

“You sure you don’t want to do this yourself.”

“Be quiet and focus.”

Oliver helped you correct your position and placed his hands back over yours. You and Oliver took a deep breath and he whispered “Let go” in your ear. The arrow flew across the yard and landed center of the last balloon. Blue paint exploded from the balloon. A girl. You and Oliver were having a girl. You dropped the bow and turned around and wrapped your arms around your husband. William ran over and hugged the both of you.

“Congratulations,” everyone yelled.

Moira and Thea came over to y’all and pulled you and Oliver into a hug. It didn’t matter what color came out of the balloon because you knew no matter what this baby would be loved and protected. I mean her god mother was freaking supergirl.

“You happy,” you asked your husband.

“Yes, now I don’t have to watch you dress my baby in flash onesies,” he said placing a kiss on your temple.

“I can still do that just to annoy you.”

“I guess it will be cool to have a little sister,” William said. You laughed at his reaction and pulled him into a hug.

After a couple minutes, everyone went back inside to finish the party. The party lasted another hour and Moira left to finish some business for Queen Consolidated and the rest of our non-super friends left. Team supergirl, team flash, the rest of team arrow, the legends, and Kate Kane stayed. Since we didn’t have to keep any secrets now we decided to open some presents.

Kara gave us a cute supergirl onesie with a little cape and a bib that read ‘stronger than supergirl’. “Kara this is too cute,” you hugged your best friend again. “Please this is nothing. Im going to spoil her so much.”

Alex gave us a cute teddy bear. “Thanks Alex,” you said giving it a tight squeeze. “Its just like the one my dad gave me when I was younger.”

Jon gave us some martian baby toy. It looked like a block of bedrock. “Its an old martian toy. It can shift to what every toy she thinks about.” “That is really cool Jon, thanks.”

Brainy gave us a cd with classical music to play during bedtime because it has been proven to increase intelligence. “Thank you Brainy.” “It has my favorites. Playing it every night will increase the baby’s intelligence by 45%.”

Kate got us a lot of diapers and pacifiers. “I didn’t know what to get so,” “No Kate this is great thanks.”

The Legends gave us a bunch of baby toys the stole from time. Some from the past and some from the future. “These are really cool.” “This one was from Queen Victoria’s nursery,” Nate explained. “Having these won’t mess up the time line will they?” Oliver asked. “Probably,” Mick said. “I don’t know,” Nate said. “No,”Sara said. “We will find out,” ray commented.

Caitlyn gave us a little baby booties/socks that monitor the baby’s vitals when she is sleeping. “Caitlyn this is awesome. Thank you,” “your welcome.”

Cisco build a little mobile with all the our symbols and it played “twinkle twinkle little star” “This is pretty cool Cisco,” Oliver stated spinning it around. “It also can create a protective force field around the crib at the push of this button,” he said handing you a small black remote. “Ok, that’s great. Hopefully we never need it,” you said looking closely at the mobile.

Iris and Barry gave us of course two flash onesies and a little green arrow one too. “Wow thanks Barry,” Oliver said in a monotone. “Come one ollie, these are really cute,” you pleaded holding up one of the flash ones.

Ralph gave us a cute little dinosaur plushie. “Thank you Ralph. This little guy is really cute.”

Thea and roy got us a little pink blanket. “Speedy is that,” Oliver asked.

“Yea mom helped me find it.” “Ollie what is it,” you asked taking the blanket from him. “This is her old blanket. Thea would never go anywhere without it.” “Thea this is so sweet.”

Dig and Lila got us a bunch of baby thing that they said saved their lives with baby Sara. “Trust us you will need these,” Lila explained. “Thanks you guys.”

Felicity got us a bunch of little books. “These are perfect Felicity,” you thanked her.

After presents, Oliver, dig, Barry, and William loaded the car up with all the stuff and the three of you left to head home. The car ride home was quiet; William was playing his video games and you and Oliver just held hands in silence. It was perfect. The silence only broke one time when William commented, “Just so you know I'm not playing dress up or attending a tea party.” You laughed and looked at your husband. The two of you just knew that William will end up doing anything for his little sister.

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porrimalovesstories · 4 years

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A Love Story

dedicated to: @taylorswift, @taylors-flutterby @cruelafterglow and @swiftonic13

I hope you like the stories.

I know the birthday is tomorrow. But hey, it is nice to have it ready, isn’t it?

Beta readers: @maybeillride and @taylors-flutterby

His songs: @taylorwift “So It Goes”, “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” “Enchanted” and the Beatles, “Old Brown Shoes”

PART I: HIS STORY

He was simply standing there, watching her. Had he been able to, he would not have breathed. He was afraid that she would notice his presence, and disturb her process of thinking. She could have been writing a masterpiece, a record breaking song and because of him, she could never finish it. He would never forgive himself if that ever happened.

He had seen the similar image two months ago. Only at that time, she had been standing in front of a a display case contained with something blue; if he recalled correctly, it was a glass flask with a shape of a mouse and a snake.

Now, she was sitting at the piano. Instead of blue, the light that hit her face was pale yellow, coming from the lamp table on her left side. She did not wear any make up and her no longer bleached hair was tied to the back.

Her face had been haunting him since that night, coming to his dreams uninvited, making him unable to think straight every time he heard her name.

Had she not been the one who conquered music charts for ages, it would have been easier.

But how to forget somebody, whose face, voice and name is the talk of the town? Everywhere you go, she is there. At the cinemas, in the radio, television, newspaper.... even internet.

He scoffed. Especially the internet. He stopped reading the comments after he had read somebody call her a liar for the tenth time. This is not the way to get to know her, he thought at that time. If he ever had a chance to get to know her. If he actually did, he wanted to start with a clean slate.

A fool's dream, he told himself many times. A dream that had been shattered by images of her and her new boyfriend, which were plastered all over the place.

Suddenly she turned around. She must have heard his scoffing. “Oh, sorry. I didn't wake you up, did I?”

He cleared his throat. That pale face gave him a smile. He wished she had not done that. That smile was forced. It made her face look eerie. “No, you didn't. I have to wake up early. My flight to London is in about... oh,” he checked his watch. “Four hours.” Which he hoped it was not.

“Oh. I will be the only one that stays, then.”

“Yeah, I wish I could stay longer,” he sighed. He really did. “But I have nothing else to do here. And I kinda miss my dog.”

“You're a dog person.”

Why does it sound like it is a crime, he wondered. “Yeah....”

“I am more like a cat person.”

“My father made a documentary about Bastet once....”

“No way!” her eyes widened.

“Not exactly about Bastet, it was more about The Cult of Ra....,”

“Oh, I think I saw that movie. Isn't it the one with that Oxford Egyptology Professor … what was his name again? Oh, I would love to meet him and talk about Bastet.”

And just like that, she started telling him what she liked about the movie (he told her, she made someone at home very happy; he also made a mental note to ask his father the name of the professor) and then about the habit of her cats. One of them in particular, liked to sit in her favorite jeans – the one she normally used for traveling because it was comfortable – as if her cat had known that she would leave. “You know, I think cats are the most independent creatures. They never listen to you. They always do whatever they like.”

“Maybe because they are the descendants of the Goddess of Lion, the protector of Ra, the God of sun?”

“I've been saying that! Thank you,” those blue eyes got brightened, but then, she sighed. “I sound like an old cat lady, don't I?”

“Yeah, a bit,” he winked. “Are you sure you only have two cats? You know, just checking...”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips were smiling. Oh, those lips... he turned his face away. He really should have not thought about her. Her lips or any part of her body.

“Hey, you want some coffee?” she got up. “I could make a mean coffee.”

“I prefer tea, actually.”

“Georgia must have some tea somewhere. What do you like?”

“Peppermint tea, but I prefer hibiscus tea, if we have them.”

Her face was twisted. “Is that even a tea? Ugh. Stay away from me if you drink that colored water, otherwise I'll lock myself up in the attic.”

He laughed. Ah, this woman.... even in the days where everybody seemed to have found bad things about her, she still managed to joke around and brought laughter. “You are so overly dramatic, you know that?”

She looked at him. And for the first time, he saw something in her face that he could not really explain. It was as if the light had just brightened her face and the cloudy look in her eyes was disappeared. Perhaps that is how an angel looks like, because nobody can look that beautiful and breathtaking.

“When do you have to leave?” her question saved him from continuing glaring. One more second, perhaps his jaws would have been found on the floor.

“The flight is in four hours, but I prefer to leave a bit early. So perhaps I have two hours?”

“Then we should have our breakfast.”

Before he knew it, he was sitting at the table, eating some pancakes that she had made. Perfect round golden pancakes. They smelt so wonderful he drooled. “This is so good,” several times he commented it while shoving the pancake into his mouth. “So good. Maybe you should thinking about opening some cafe,” he teased her. “God, this is so good.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, I might. You know I love baking, right? I am very good in making cookies. My fans love it.”

“You sell cookies to your fans?” soon after, he felt goddamn stupid asking that question. Of course she didn't, you idiot. That look of shock on her face.... god, even if the earth had swallowed him, it would not have been able to save him from this embarrassment. He felt his cheeks hot. They must have been burning red by now.

“I make them some cookies when they come to my house and sometimes cake.”

To avoid any further embarrassment, he preferred not to ask any question.

“You must have known it, it is all over the media,” she continued, still in disbelief.

“I don't read that kinda stuff,” he swallowed the last piece of the pancake. A big chunk. He would rather not be able to speak than to say the wrong words.

“'That kinda stuff'” she quoted the words, “is actually part of my life.”

Those words hit him hard. He realized now how strong the blows that she had received lately. Even as an outsider, he was unable to stomach reading the comments toward her under any article, video, or post on twitter or Instagram. Imagining on her position: treated as less than a mere object, that was analyzed from every possible angle, accused, dragged, and spat on without any consideration or whatsoever... god, that had got to be hard.

Honestly, had he been her, he would not have known how to survive it, let alone, standing here in the kitchen, fixing some breakfast for a stranger. He would have spent days drinking, or using her words, locking himself up somewhere in the attic...

“I know, people think that I used my fans for marketing purposes only. But they are wrong. Fans are very important to me, you know, to develop and to enrich my music, to grow in it. I love having them in my house and talking to them. Listen to them, exchanging ideas, sharing experiences.”

He cleared the rest of the pancake with his green tea. “You are not afraid that they are being obsessed, and thinking of you as more than an idol? I mean, some might think that you are their girlfriend, or imaginary married to you?”

“Yeah, of course. I am not stupid. I take precaution against that. Learning a bit about martial art, and carry around some first aid kit.”

“Any planning to make a new album? When you have a plan to invite your fans to your house, give me a call; I'll drop my schedule and fly to you.”

She looked at him. Those blue eyes flickered.

And he felt stupider than before. That was the worst pick up line he could come up with. Was it too obvious?

“It is not easy to be seen with me,” she turned her face away. Now, those eyes were again covered with soft misty cloud. He hated it. That look made her impenetrable. It took her away from him, blocked his view with thick walls, and made her even more unreachable than before.

“Your new boyfriend apparently doesn't think so,” he growled. He realized, he sounded like a jealous ex, but he did not care.

“So you did read that kinda stuff.”

Yeah, he had. And it had almost killed him (now who was being overly dramatic, he wondered). Seeing them together, walking on the beach, on the street, at the cafe... some thought it had been a publicity stunt... yeah, he wished, somebody had told his heart that. Because every time he saw them together, he felt as if something had stabbed his chest with a flaming knife. It was hot and painful.

“Yes, I did; but I stop reading things about you after awhile.”

“Why?”

“Why I read, or why I stop reading them?”

She shrugged. “Both, I guess.”

What to say? How to say it? He wondered. Honesty? Lie? “I saw you at the MET, and I was curious,” he decided to be honest. Not entirely. Because how to say to a girl, that you are interested in her, because she reminds you to morning sky, to the time where you can be yourself and see things clearly? “All I could find is accusation, insults, name-calling – to put it lightly – so I stop. I just think it is not a way to get to know you or anybody else in general.

“I know, we are in a business, which image and reputation are very important. We can't afford to make any wrong step. We always have to fit in the image that either we create or others create for ourselves. But how far will we go? What are we willing to do to keep that image?

“My mother gave me a book, when I told her that I wanted to enroll in the drama school. It's a play from Tennessee Williams, Sweet Bird of Youth...”

“Oh, I love that movie, you know, with Paul Newman?”

“I am not sure I watched it,” he tried to remember it... The Sting, check. Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid, check. Exodus, check. The Young Philadelphians, check. The Hustler, check...nope, not Sweet Bird of Youth. He made a mental note to get that movie somehow.

“What I want to say is, I suppose, my mother wants to remind me not to lose myself, just like Chase Wayne in the play, not to sacrifice everything in the sake of fame and reputation. Or perhaps like the Princess, not to lose our self-confidence and understanding, only because we care too much about what people might say about our arts.

“Especially in the time in which we are living. We are given the tools and opportunity to have a direct contact with our public. To hear what they have to say: either it's criticism or praise. But the question is how far are we letting them form us; how far are we letting them validating our arts, or even our existences?

“How do we tell the difference between criticism and insults? Between praise and ass-kissing? Are we going to dance to their music, or are we going to dance to our own, even with the risk, that nobody will want us anymore?”

“And? Did you find the answers of all those questions?”

He shook his head. “That's why I take the book wherever I go. You know, as a reminder.”

She sighed.

Don't do that. He begged in his mind. It was hard already to talk to her, trying the best he could not to sound starstruck, let alone to hear her sighing like that. He drank his tea hastily with a hope that it would calm down his heartbeat.

He forced himself to focus by looking at his watch. One hour to go.

“Have you been in Vesterbro before? Because if you can stay a bit longer, I can show you around....if you haven't...”

Her question almost made him jump. No! Yes! He meant, no, he had never been in Vertebro before. Doing some hours of shooting and interview were not the same with being in a place. And yes, of course he would stay longer. “When will you fly to New York?”

“Oh, I don't know if I return to New York. I might fly back home to my parents. In a week or two.”

“Let me check my schedule,” he took out his phone, checked his calendar, “Hmh, I will have to be in New York in ten days. Probably, my agent will call me Tuesday for the confirmation. So, yeah, I can stay. I rather feel uncomfortable to leave you alone, actually.”

“Mr. Allen is here and I can call my brother to come.”

Mr. Allen was her head of security. A six feet two man, all muscles, short hair cut with eyes like an eagle's. He did not say much, and always in alert. But when he talked, his voice was warm and the way he laughed, he-he-he, it changed him somehow into an adorable bear.

And her brother... he never met him. But surely he shared the same features with his sister. Blond hair, blue eyes, tall and slender, full lips, and skin like porcelain... he wondered, if her skin was as smooth as the porcelain... and he wondered how she smelt. Because now, the kitchen smelt mix of melted butter, vanilla, sugar and flour... good, and made his mouth watery... and she smelt of all of those, but certainly she would not use that combination as perfume. On second thought, he did not mind it at all.

Their eyes met.

He wanted to apologize for staring at her, but a shy little smile at the corner of her lips changed his mind. Obviously, she liked him staring at her like a starstruck boy. Otherwise, why would she invited him to stay longer? “I'll contact the airline. You have any idea what to do later?”

“Nope,” she sipped her coffee. “No coffee, no idea.”

He chuckled. Did she have to be funny as well?

That day they spent most of the time at the house, planning what to do and where to go. She talked about parts of Vesterbro they should visit, like Riccos kaffebar (the best coffee shop ever, she said.), or Blomsten, a cafe she always visited when she was in town.

“I can call the owner; they can close down the cafe just for us.”

“Where's the fun in that?” he asked.

“I can't go out without causing any spectacle, it is like the circus comes to town, and for the moment, I am the biggest circus there is.”

“Hmh,” he looked at her up and down, “as long as you are the snake lady, I am fine with it. All fierce and sexy....” he bit his lower lip. Shit, that was too fast. Her eyes were wide open. Shit, shit, shit. Now, she would get angry, and this spontaneous holiday would get ruined. He might as well prepare to call the airline again for a changed schedule and get his ticket back. He flew to London after all.

“You know what,” some extra lines appeared on her forehead. “I think you are more Jack London than Tennessee Williams. I mean, T.W was more flamboyant, but actually struggling, inert, and swallowed his angers and frustration and turned it into masterpiece. But you, you are more like that church-goer-son-in-law kinda type, but wild and hunger of adventure, just like Jack London.”

“Is that so? What are you, then? The 21st Tennessee Williams, who changes her struggles, angers and frustrations into masterpieces?” He smiled.

Her face looked thoughtful.

It was difficult for him not to sigh. How can she even look more beautiful? As if, there was a soft layer of air that covered that face. He could not tell, whether it was remorse or sadness, but the image he was witnessing right now, reminded him to the face of the woman in Monet painting, holding umbrella, under the bright blue sky, but clearly fighting against the wind.

Graceful. That would be the word. Neither remorse nor sadness, but graceful, just like Lady from Orpheus Descending: a woman who tried to live bravely and honestly, even when the world around her was crumbling down. And who was he? Val? A wanderer, a vagabond, who tried to make a place of his own in that crumbling world?

He smiled. “You are,” he braved himself, “Tennessee to me.”

She smiled. Those eyes turned into two small lines, and her nose cringed.

He felt his heart miss a beat. Was that her genuine smile? Had he really made her smile?

“Don't be too serious, London. My songs are good, I admit; but not so good that can be compared to Tennessee Williams'.”

“Did you just call me 'London'? As London with his Big Ben or ….”

“Ha!” she choked. Obviously, her coffee had entered the wrong throat. “Jack London, silly boy. Jack London, not London with his big....” she stopped her sentence. Now, her face was bright red, realizing what she was about to say.

“Tsk,” he winked. A pity, but, “I can accept that. It is an honor to be compared with Jack London. But don't call me 'boy',” he pointed at himself, “Twenty five years old... two three years younger than you, give or take?”

She shrugged. “Yeah.”

Yeah what? That he was younger than her or that she would not call him 'boy'?

Before he could ask, her phone rang. She gave him a sign not to say anything. Then she got up, and left him. Whoever on the phone was, it must have been a very special person, because he did not see her anymore until dinner time. After dinner, she excused herself to go back to her room; he could not do anything else, except saying, “Of course.”

The empty room looked even bigger now that nobody was there, and the traces of the party had been cleaned up. The books, the furniture were back to where they had been before. At the corner, beside the fireplace was a painting of a huge black and red snake: a copy of a famous Danish contemporary artist's work. Georgia went ballistic when she saw it. It was not because of the painting itself, but it was whom that painting was given to. Whoever bought that painting was no longer a friend of hers. And they would better be careful to say or do, because Georgia would make sure that they would go to hell and back.

Georgia's reaction had made him relieved. She had friends. Real friends who stood by her no matter what happened.

“Something interesting about the painting?” her voice made him turnaround. She stood at the end of the stairs that led to the sleeping rooms above. In her right hand was a big glass of red wine, and in her left hand was a green guitar. He wondered, how many guitars did she own or bring with her? Because two days ago, at the party, she had played with a pink guitar.

“I was thinking about Georgia's reaction.”

“Yeah, she is very protective sometimes,” she sat down and put the wine glass on the table. “It's nice to have a friend like Georgia.”

He nodded. “But you were also cool. I would kick whoever gave that present out of my life.”

She shrugged. “What's the point? I can't do anything right these days anyway. What are you reading?”

“Oh, a script my agent sent me a week ago. An English tradition, a story about the kings and queens.”

“Interesting?”

“Very. Only, I am not sure if I can play the character, which was once played by Fiennes. The shoes are too big to fill in.”

“Ralph or Joseph?”

“Does it matter?”

“But that's the challenge, isn't it? To make a character as your own, for better or worse.”

He wanted to ask, how did she know, when a thought came to him. She had made it in her own world; she had started from the scratch. Of course she knows the meaning of struggles in the world, that is dominated by big money and people who are not exactly kind to beginners and women.

“It's like when I sing a cover version of a song, I have to make sure that the song stays true to the original and at the same time add my own interpretation to it. Quite tricky, to be honest. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Do you sing?”

He snorted. “Only under the shower.”

She started picking her guitar's strings. “Like this song, “I am so lonesome I could cry” from Hank Williams. It was Hank's, but played by Elvis, it became Elvis's. The emotions Elvis put in that song... God, I wish I had an ounce of it.”

“And it will be yours, when you play it?”

“Oh, their shoes are definitely too big for me, and I will not even dare to try it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely. Sometimes we just have to know where our borderline is. And this is absolutely mine. Never touch Hank Williams or Elvis Presley,” those eyes suddenly became blurry. “I used to think, you know, if I expanded my borderline to widen my horizon, to include everybody, every wishes, everything would be fine. Now, I don't know anymore,” she smiled, clearly forced. And he hate it. “So, what are your most favorite songs?”

“Old Brown Shoes, The Beatles,” he answered without thinking.

“Good choice,” she started playing the tune.

Soon enough, they sang the song. As they looked into each other eyes, the lyrics felt more like mantras than lyrics. Declaring their loves, promising to each other that nothing would be the same anymore for any of them.

Or at least in his part. Each lyric was true. He was in love with her. She had stolen his heart since the first moment he saw her and he hoped, that he would not be too late, or that she would not be too late to realize how he felt about her. And he made a promise to himself, he would help her escape the zoo called social media and the press.

He found himself sitting beside her when the song ended. Their faces were so close their noses almost touched each other.

“That was a good song,” she whispered. Her warm breath touched his face.

He wanted to kiss her, desperately. Those red cherry lips were very inviting, and his blood was boiling. From the look in her eyes, she wanted it too. But he knew. She had a boyfriend. The last thing he wanted was to give her a feeling of committing a cheat...unless she made the first move. Till then, he would wait.

Slowly he withdrew himself. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, George Harrison, my favourite.” He stood up. He would better go now. He was not sure if he could control himself, if he stayed beside her any moment longer.

She caught his hand. “You were right. We should go out and have some fun tomorrow. I'll talk to Mr. Allen how to do it.”

Her finger tips were rough. The scars from guitar's strings obviously.

“Yeah, we shall do that,” he touched her finger tips with his. Smiling, he said, “Let's have some fun.”

After breakfast, Mr. Allen gave them tips and tricks to avoid being recognized in public. No credit card, no fancy clothes. Plain jeans and t-shirt would help a lot. Hats and sunglasses could help, but not necessary. People did not always wear them. And tourists attractions were recipes for disaster. It would take only one person to recognize her, and soon enough Vesterbro would be infested by hordes of paparazzi and god knows what else.

Mr. Allen would contact some people who knew some people to make sure that no journalist caught wind about her present on the street of Vesterbro.

He felt silly, realizing he only had some pound and Euros; she had only American dollars. No danish crown.

But Mr. Allen did not become her head of security for nothing. He was prepared. He always is.

Then for the next days they explored the town. It took some time to get her relaxed and not to look over her shoulder every time somebody came to them. Especially on the first day. When she walked with her shoulder slouched, her head down, and she refused to have any eye contact. At first, he thought about having a conversation about the history of Vesterbro or Denmark in general, when he realized, he did not know much about it. Besides, she might have interest in Egyptology due to the fact that she had cats. Who could tell that she had interests in history?

The thought had somehow waken him up. He knew nothing about her apart from the 'news' he read about her in the media. A mere image, that was created to serve one thing: business. Now that the image had been tarnished, what would she do? Would she hold on dearly to it, create something new or try to find the truth in her?

He hoped, she would choose the last one. And he would be there. Whether as a friend or more.

As the time went by, she was more relaxed. Nobody had approached her for signature or selfies. That was a good sign. Whether nobody recognized her, they did not care, or the Danes were simply too polite, he was not sure. Whatever it was, he hoped that it would last.

Because he loved seeing how she changed. Just like early dawn, when the sun slowly rises up on the East, her eyes started lightening up anything she gazed upon. The blushes on her cheeks were as rosy as the sky touched by the soft red shimmering light of the sun. He could not stop smiling as he saw her laughing.

How to describe the way she laughed...hmh, it was loud and high pitched. She threw her head backwards, and her slender body shook. Then, the longer she laughed, that high-pitched noise got higher and he could not hear the sound anymore. But the thing that took him the most was her eyes. Her eyes got smaller, but the light that shone from them was like the eyes of a child at the Christmas morning, sitting beside the Christmas tree, opening her present.

Oh, he would give anything to keep her laughing like that.

He would also give anything to spend the evening with her just like what they did after the long day of sight-seeing. Sitting on the sofa, with legs stretched, either – they talked about the beauty of Det Ny Theatre building, the books they saw at a second hand book store, called, Ingmars Hjørne named after Ingmar Bergman, according to the owner. He did not want to imagine what kind of books they sold, but she spent quite some time, talking to the owner, ordering some books) – or vigorously trying to find the recipe of kanelsnegle (which was a cinnamon roll) they ate during coffee break, or the hvedebrød (something he did not even bother to ask. He could not pronounce it, let alone had the idea to make it). He also loved being together in silence. He read his script, meanwhile she would be at the piano or having guitar on her lap and started strumming. Either singing some songs and writing some new songs, it did not matter.

What mattered was he was there with her. Alone. She, one of the biggest pop stars that is, the most wanted – both in the positive and negative meaning – was alone with him, in a rented house, somewhere in the center of the capital city of young tourists such as themselves. It was almost a dream comes true moment. Maybe it was.

Tomorrow, he would have to leave to London. She would probably stay. He did not know when they would have moments like this again. If they would have, that might be the more precise words. She would return to her boyfriend, and he... oh, it would sound pathetic, but he would probably focus on scripts and books that either he chose or his agent sent to him.

“You are quiet,” her voice startled him.

“I am not sure what you mean. I am always quiet when you play.”

“Yes, but your head thinks, so loud, even Mr. Allen can hear it.”

“Oh, Mr. Allen can hear even the drop of a needle at the square market, if that needle is aimed at you.”

“That's true,” she put her guitar aside. “So tell me, what were you thinking about?”

He closed his book. “Our time together and how fast it went by,” he put his head on the back of the sofa. He would miss it, that was for sure. “I know, Mr Allen has done a very good job, and I am sure I have nothing to worry about....”

The end of his sentence hanged on the air. They looked at each other. He realized he did not need to finish it. The look in her eyes told him she had the same thought. Neither he nor she wanted the days to be over.

He wished he could tell her the only thing she had to do was to ask him to stay, and he would have done it. It would be a lie, and both of them knew it. He had some schedules in London waiting, and she had schedules of her own and a boyfriend....

The thoughts made his chest hot.

“You call me if you come to New York?” her question was almost like a whisper. Obviously, they had been on the same page.

He nodded. “Hey...,” he put down his book and came to her as he saw tears roll down her cheek. “Hey...,” but before he reached her, she already ran into his arms. He held her tight. He wanted to tell her a lot of things. The promise that he would visit her in New York or any place she had her concert, or that he would call her day and night until she got bored hearing his ring tone, how much he was going to miss their days together, how much he missed her... but all those words sounded empty in his ears.

Her warm body rubbed his like flint and steel being rubbed against each other and sparked fire. He closed his eyes as he felt his heart beat faster and his lower body part got hardened. For a moment he wanted to apologize, but as she seemed not to have been bothered by it, he tightened his embrace.

Slowly she raised her face. Tears were still rolling, but she smiled. “Thank you for being here. I had such a good time.”

“We should do it again some time.”

“If you come to New York...,”

“Or you come to London....”

“You know what they say, I might write some songs about you.”

“Cool. Nobody writes any song about me before.”

“Don't say I didn't warn you.”

“Fair enough. I have been warned,” he wiped off the tears on her cheek. “I take that as a challenge.”

They spent the evening by sitting side by side; he read and she strummed her guitar. When he said goodnight, she continued sitting.

On his bed, he laid wide awake, listening to the sound of piano she played. So haunting, as if she was questioning herself about many things. How he wished to go down and sit beside her, trying to convince her that she could rely on him on many things. Everything.

But he knew, by doing so, it would look as if he questioned her ability to deal with the problems herself. She is a woman. She knew her own strengths and her weaknesses. She did not need a man to babysit her. When she needed any help, she knew how to get it. And when the time came, he would be there. He would make sure that she knew she could count on him.

Until then, he would wait. He smiled. Yes, he would wait.

Her face was as pale as the morning moon as she bid him farewell. She had not slept, she said. She had written some new ideas for some songs. Teasingly she told him, they were about him. He smiled and said, he felt honored already.

She gave him a goodbye present wrapped in green paper. “Open it when you are in the car or in plane,” she said as she handed it to him. “Go,” as he was about to say thank you. “You can thank me later, but only if you like it.”

Her figure was getting smaller as the car drove by. Her blond hair shimmered under the soft light of the sun. Wrapped in pale pink cardigan, she looked frail. But as she walked inside, he saw her walking with straightened body and head upheld high.

He smiled. As frail as she might seem, he would not dare to cross her. She was different from the woman he had seen a week ago. If that figure was only a small part of her, a woman who had been fighting for her whole professional life to be on the top, he could not imagine how she would look like when her fighting spirit returned.

Slowly he opened the present. A card with a picture of cats (his smile widened, of course, what else?), and a hard cover edition of The Iron Heel from Jack London. On the card it was written, “This is my favorite book. Let's talk about it when we see each other again. Call me.”

On the book's first page, she wrote, Don't let me be a Meredith of any story, spoiling every chance of joy. Tennessee (TNS).

He closed the book and turned around. He could not see the house anymore. But he knew, she would be waiting. Or if he was lucky enough, she would come to him. And when she did, he would be ready.

#love story #taylor swift #call it what you want #the beatles #old brown shoes #enchanted #dancing with our hands tied

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Hello my lovely thirst babies! (It's what I call my followers)

For all of you new followers hi! Welcome! Enjoy the music and stay for the cute dish that is Queen's drummer.

All you previous 200 followers know that when I hit a milestone of 50 I always do a 50 questions type thing.

This one is gonna be all Queen!

(Also thank you everybody for sending a post from 0 to 500 notes in roughly one day!)

Opinion on Freddie Mercury calling himself "Mr. Farenheit"? It's adorable and almost like a little play on words with his birth name of Farrokh

Early 80's porn star Freddie or late 80's suburban dad Freddie look? Well I guess dad Fred because I'm not a stache person and the less facial hair and the shorter the better!

Stone Cold Crazy or I'm Going Slightly Mad? Tough choice but I'm Going Slightly Mad is the one I heard first and it's one of my favorites off of Innuendo. Sheer Heart Attack would be a great album even without Stone Cold Crazy

If Freddie asked you to house sit for him would you do it? Unless the cats are somewhere else no. I'm allergic and prejudiced against cats.

Satanic Prawn Onesie from It's A Hard Life music video or Disco Ball Red Devil Romper stage costume? Anything is better than the 800 eyed abomination

Get Down Make Love or Body Language? Get Down Make Love because at least musically it has some quality even if lyrically it's utter garbage (well if you chop off the first part it's not the worst)

Freddie in I Want to Break Free video or in Radio Ga Ga? Radio Ga Ga outfits always win. Plus other than the blouse I personally wouldn't wear anything Fred has on in I Want to Break Free

Opinion of Delilah? I think even if I actually liked cats I'd still cringe at it. As it is I definitely do not enjoy it

Bohemian Rhapsody or Bicycle Race? Oooh see Bicycle Race was my fav as a kid but BoRhap is legendary... I guess Bicycle Race because nostalgia and Star Wars!

Favorite 70s Freddie outfit?

Fat Bottomed Girls or Tear It Up? Ooh. Tear It Up. It's so delightfully naughty and grinds so hard. It's my dirty jam

Brian song you would really go all-out air-guitaring to? Tie Your Mother Down

Sail Away Sweet Sister or 39? I love the nerdiness of 39. But Sail Away Sweet Sister speaks to me and the main character of the novel I'm writing a lot. So gotta be SASS

"Hammer to Fall" or "Headlong"? Hammer to Fall probably. It's such a power jam. Not that Headlong isn't. It's also less dirty and it's on one of the best Queen albums ever

Favourite Brian solo? Oooh. Probably Tie Your Mother Down (I honestly can't recall if it has a solo. I just know it slams really hard and I live for that intro)

Briana in "I Want to Break Free" or Death in "It's a Hard Life"? Aghh. I love sassy Brianna but death is the only remotely sane looking one in Its A Hard Life

Favourite Brian solo song? I don't know a lot so Driven By You I guess

If you could spend a weekend with Brian, what would you do? Take nature hikes and talk about music and C S Lewis works and play with hedgehogs if at all possible

Would you rather stargaze with Brian or study in a science library with Brian? Stargaze for sure. I love it anyways and then he'd know all this brainy stuff that might put me to sleep but would still be fascinating

Favourite photo of Brian? I want his shawl thingy. Glam bastard.

Is Deaky one thicc bih in your opinion? He is certainly the thickest member of Queen. Have you guy's seen his apple bottomed ass of perfection?

If you could redo John's hair for Radio Ga Ga how would you do it? Maybe spiky with gel or something. Anything to reduce the electrocuted squirrel look

Describe John Deacon using 5 foods? Celery. Tall and kind of forgotten but essential. Onions because he's so savage at times he could make you cry. Hazelnuts because his hair and he's earthy and complex. Cheese because you are what you eat. And cherries but the tart pie kind not the sweet ones.

Where would you take Deaky on vacation? Hmmm. Some place with not a lot of people. I feel South America somewhere. Maybe a beach or to Patagonia

Favourite Deaky song? You're My Best Friend timeless and sweet

If you could give Deaky a new nickname what would it be? Salty the Hermit Crab

Favorite Deaky facial expression? His soft blushy sort of modest smile. Especially in the 70s.

Favorite photo of Deaky?

Favourite Deaky outfit?

Favorite salty Deaky face?

Which Monty Python sketch does Roger remind you of? The Encyclopedia Salesman because he could charm his way into somebody's house and sell them anything like the time he bs-ed that he was a Hoover vacuum salesman with I want to say John

Favourite harmonising by Roger? Probably Somebody to Love. He adds so much to those harmonies. And when they do it live it's even more noticeable but in a different way

What kind of car do you think I'm In Love with My Car is about? Whatever it is I see it as red. Probably a red Ferari. Or that's what I see and I'm sure Rog wouldn't have said no to one of those

You can have Roger do one of the (metaphorical) things to you that he mentions in "I'm in Love with My Car", what do you choose? Well giving him a thrill while my radials squeal does sound pleasant 😉😍😈

Favorite Roger Taylor solo work? Original composition it's probably Let's Get Crazy off of Fun In Space but if we're counting songs he covered Racing in the Street HANDS. DOWN! It's my fav song all time now. It and Brandy by Looking Glass

If Roger was an accessory, what would he be? Sunglasses of course 😎😎😎

"Modern Times Rock and Roll" or "Loser in the End"? Modern Times Rock N Roll. That song is not long enough. I love it.

You can talk to Roger for the rest of your life or have one night of passion with him, which do you choose? This is torture... but you didn't say I couldn't make out with him @squeezemylemon so trap there. I'm gonna talk to Rog and make out with him but no night of passion sadly. I'll still be happy kissing and chatting and being friends with a side of inspecting each other's tonsils with our tongues 😉😁😂

Favourite stage outfit of Roger's?

You can have a three-way with two different Rogers... 1) Do you do it? 2) Which Rogers (photo examples are encouraged)? Not my thing but I'm such a thirsty bitch for Rog that in this case hell yes. Sign me up for this sandwich right here

Brian or Freddie singing "'39"? Brian all the way baby. He has that perfect folk singer type voice

Which songs from other bands best describes each member? Brian is Bowie's 'Space Oddity'. Freddie is Elton's 'Rocket Man'. Roger's anthem has to be 'Big Spender' even if musically the style isn't him, musically he's Dancing in the Dark by Springsteen. John is Beethoven's 5th Symphony or The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel but don't ask me why

The members of Queen as characters from the Muppets? Hmm. John is one of the salty old guys from the audience. Roger/ina is miss Piggy because he's such a diva. Bri would be Kermit for somehow patiently dealing with Piggy!Rog. And I had to Google the other Muppets and found one named Pepe the King Prawn and if that isn't Freddie Mercury I don't know what is

The members of Queen as the Avengers? Brian is Director Fury (he counts as an Avenger right?) John is The Hulk, Freddie is outrageous Iron Man of course and Roger is Hawkeye full of sass quips and sex appeal

Queen as cake flavors? Freddie is Cherry Chocolate. John is Lemon. Brian is a really dark chocolate that probably has coffee flavoring to it. Roger is strawberry.

Queen as Classic Hollywood actors? I weirdly want to say Freddie as Clark Gable but I think he's more Douglas Fairbanks. Brian is Lawrence Olivier. John is William Powell. And Roger would be James Dean (he counts right?)

FMK: Rogerina, Briana, Frederika? Fuck Rogerina obvs. Briana is a suitable housewife. And as usual poor Fred gets killed. Sorry.

Which song would you have liked to have been around the composer as they created it? Well as much as I want to say a Roger song I'd be too busy distracting him for that to work so I'm gonna say Brian writing Dragon Attack

Favorite album art/cover? The Game. 1980 Rog in leather is my sexuality. Otherwise I'd probably say Sheer Heart Attack

Who or what is the (not actual) love of each band member’s life? Freddie's was the 4000 cats. Roger's amore is cars of course. John is in a committed relationship with cheese on toast. And Brian is a slut who while he's married to Red Special he goes around having affairs with badgers and faucets/taps

Thanks again @squeezemylemon and @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar for helping with all of these questions!

#funster & fruitcake #queen #followers #250 followers #queen blog #personal #50 questions

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1-64. 65 What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?

65 questionsssssssssss yeeeeeeeeee boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii letsss fucking goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo thanks for the ask btw! also sorry for late reply

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

honestly sometimes, the whole “ life is a simulation” got me kinda scared ya never know

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

1. because im not afraid of the dark im afraid of what can be in it that im not aware of

3. The person you would never want to meet?

idk. cuz if i say someone i hate then i can’t physically meet them to punch them

4. What is your favorite word?

love

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

idk whichever lives for millions of years i wanna be like those giant ass trees that you see in animes that are like whole cities wide

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

should i finally cut my hair? or do i perservere

7. What shirt are you wearing?

my ed sheeran concert shirt

8. What do you label yourself as?

someone with the capacity of good but chooses to be an asshole

9. Bright room or dark room?

bright room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

seeing if my new friends were playing games so i can join

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

12. Who told you they loved you last?

off the top of my head? my mom pretty sure.

13. Your worst enemy?

myself, my fears, hesitation and past mistakes?

14. What is your current desktop picture?

its a picture of hinata shoyo from Haikyuu!! doing a spike with wings on his back!

15. Do you like someone?

yes.

16. The last song you listened to?

Jacob Lee Slip

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

trump

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

trump. and i want like brass knuckles when i punch.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

probably a volleyball coach/ trainer or a professional volleyball player to just drill basics into me and make me a better player. (that or just gal gadot to like help me clean up my life and give me life advice)

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

i guess my energy? its a fucking mess though cuz sometimes i get tired after like 4 minutes of activity but then sometimes i get like a second wind and i just go for hours

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

i mean there was that snapchat trend of every guy making a female version of themselves so i guess theres that. i would definitely try anything i could. periods, cramps, catcalls, masturbating anything i could so i truly understand what women have to go through every day of their lives

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

im a very open person so most of my obscure talents are known but i am kinda proud of how i can name pokemon by just hearing their cries limited to like the first 3 generations tho lmao

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

what happens after we die

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

i wanna make the most bougie sandwich in the world. I want abelone, puffin, black truffle, caviar, just all that super high end shit

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

save it. im going on a trip somewhere out of the city and i could use the extra pocket money

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

venice italy. no question.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

oh shit booze! i love me some booze! i guess it would have to be like smirnoff kissed caramel vodka, or this one whiskey i saw a video of irish people drinking american whiskeys

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

dont be a fucking dickhead idk. i can’t make concrete rules cuz theres loopholes

29. What is your favorite expletive?

definitely fuck just because i say it more than actual normal words

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

haha “loved ones” lmao. oh uhhh my letters from D.O when we were kids. that or my journal

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my dads abuse. oh wait no then thats free forgiveness for him lmao no uhhh one of my past relationships. it was a mess and i still struggle a little with it

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Venice italy. that or greece or rome idk. i really like their aesthetic with small white houses, small walkways and all that

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

Steve irwin or Robin williams. or just to make a couple people near me happy, Kyle Fundytus

34. What was your last dream about?

uhhh I kissed the person I’m currently interested in. not just a normal dream too I felt everything. it was crazy. Felt, their hands, warmth, lips, body against mine and even their skin it was just magical.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

boyfriend? honestly? idk. i’d like to think that i am but from what I know apparently im not

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

yes and no? i guess? i had one of those shots you give to enfants when their family is moving to a new country and i still have the scar so possibly? i mean technically any baby born in a hospital has been admitted to one lmao

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

YES AND SOME OLDER KIDS BROKE IT DOWN AND USED IT AS A BENCH . I fought them and got sent tot he principals office

38. What is the color of your socks?

im not wearing any.... but i do have a favourite pair of green ones that have a print of pringles sour cream n onion on it!

39. What type of music do you like?

Jazz, big band, kpop, RNB, rap, rock, swing music, electro...? sort of?

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

i can’t choose, I love both and have fond memories of both

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Vanilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa maybe some caramel in it

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

uhh i dont know much about football but i can say i would support my local team edmonton eskimos

43. Do you have any scars?

a ton! i love em! its like the sentimental stuff i keep in my closet but on my body and i always trace my finger over them whenever im just in the mood to reminisce

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

im not currently taking the courses i need to get my dream job but i’d love to be a power ranger either the stunt double or the cheesy actor. that or a school councilor

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

how dependant i am on others. i hate it. if i was alone i dont think i’d survive. i need other people

46. Are you reliable?

I like to think that i am though again, you’d have to ask my friends

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Did you find her?

48. Do you hold grudges?

hell.yes. if you couldnt tell i reallllllllllly hate my dad. like really.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

whatever animals it takes to make dragons a thing again

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

I would have to say when this random stranger came up to me to complain about the transit system because the one in vancouver was so much better apparently. dude went on a 20 minute rant and i just drowned him out with music and pretended to “pause” my music while nodding like i understood

51. Are you a good liar?

not sure. I think i am considering my parents dont know half the shit i did AHEHEHEHE

52. How long could you go without talking?

couple days. long as i got my music.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

god there was this one christmas where my parents gave me like a stereotypical suburban kid hair cut where the whole head is like flattened with hair gel the at the forehead its just a tall wall of spiked hair. BUT HERES THE KICKER. they dyed half the wall red and half green for christmas. god it was awful

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

does cheesecake cupcakes count?

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

ive been told i can do a good russian one, chinese too

56. What do you like on your toast?

nutella omg. fresh toast with gooey nutella? god its so good

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

uhmmm some secret stuff for a friends personal project

58. What would be you dream car?

Dodge Viper

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I love singing in the shower when no ones home. I can only sing when no ones home cuz the walls in this house are thin AS FUCK.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

i believe we’re not the only ones out here but due to how we’re literally killing our own kind and planet for no good reason they choose to ignore us

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

yep! all the time! whenever i get my hands on the local paper i read my horoscope while i wait on the train or if theres a horoscope thing on tumblr!

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

X idk x is just cool

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragons are you kidding me? dragons are dinosaurs that can fly. AND BREATHE FIRE

64. What do you think about babies?

I dont think im a good father figure but spending time with kids is a pretty okay time for me long as its not long term lmao

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?

I punched them full force in the stomach for calling me emo. it was a bad day but lo and behold that person became my best friend loooooooooooool

#ask me shit #this was fun #do some moreeeeeeeee

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Men Into Beasts

“Men Into Beasts” Jack video conferences with King Warner. Warner, “You can’t just pull your manufacturing out of Ammon!” Jack, “Yeeeeaaaah, I can, actually.” Warner, “How the hell is CrossGen going to continue to make money, then?” Jack, “This was never, ever about money. I’m a fucking prince, I have money! Honestly, the only thing that’s keeping me from setting fire to this whole trash heap is that the rank-and-file employees of CrossGen don’t deserve that. But, now that I own CrossGen instead of my my terrorist-supporting, tax-evading uncle, Moab, Aram, Edom, and Jericho have all declared that they’re willing to re-negotiate their contracts. There’s going to be a lot of changes made in the future, of course, but, CrossGen will continue to show a profit, especially once I bring operations back into Gilboa. By the way, where is William?” Reveal William sitting in a corner of Warner’s office, out of Jack’s sight, listening in. Warner, “I haven’t seen him.” Jack, “Figures. The coward.” William scowls with indignation. Jack goes on, “Anyway, I have other meetings to get to. If you need anything else, Warner, we’ll see if we can schedule something. Bye!” The video ends. William, “I guarantee you, this is all Rose’s doing. There’s no way in hell Jack is smart enough to have done this all on his own.” Warner, “Rule number one of running an army, William, is know your enemy, and never underestimate him.” William, “I do know Jack. He has no self-esteem, and there’s nothing he won’t do for a scrap of validation.” Warner, “He seemed pretty confident just now. You know, the extradition warrants from both Gilboa and Moab are still standing. Now that CrossGen is out of Ammon, I have no real reason to keep you here.” William, “You wouldn’t!” Warner, “You’re right, I wouldn’t. As long as I don’t have a real reason to send you back. I advise you to watch your back.” William, “I don’t want to, but I can still go to Gath. Fortunately for you, in Gath, they wouldn’t know luxury if it fucked them in the ass. So I’d rather stay here.” Warner, “Make sure you pay your taxes, then.”

David, Abby, and Asher meet with Gerald in the palace. David, “With William Cross removed from CrossGen, you have no reason to keep us here.” Gerald, “You aren’t going anywhere, Shepherd.” David, “Sir, I thought you wanted to see Silas overthrown.” Gerald, “Oh, believe me, I do, but now, I’m going to be the one who does it, not you.” Abby, “If you let us go, David will be much more willing to cooperate with Gath once he’s king! Not only could there be long-lasting peace, there could be a real partnership between our nations, one that’s beneficial to both of us!” Gerald, “And the only reason that you aren’t currently sitting in a prison camp north of the arctic circle is because I’m using you as a bargaining chip against Jack Benjamin to keep CrossGen here in Gath. Don’t worry, though. I’ll let you go, eventually, but only when there’s no more Gilboa for you to return to, or be king of.” David, “This is absurd! How many people have to die for your petty grievances against Silas? This is your last opportunity for real and lasting peace!” Gerald, “The only way to ensure peace between Gath and Gilboa is for one to no longer exist.” Abby, “And you think Gilboans are just going to accept Gath’s rule? Sir, you saw what happened when Silas tried to give you the Borderlands. You’ve seen what we’ve done to our own wretched king. What makes you think that Gilboa will just happily sit back and accept a foreign despot as its leader?” Gerald looks at David, “I know you’re tired of fighting. I know you never wanted to be a leader, and the war you’ve been waging is starting to get to you. The guards posted outside your apartment door report your voice sounding panicked during thunderstorms. I know you’ve been seeing a therapist who works with veterans.” David, “None of that means I’m ready to give up.” Gerald, “You have a breaking point, Shepherd. All men do. Silas is past his, and you’re very close to yours. All I have to do is find your final weakness. I know you have a worst fear. Something you pray never happens. I suggest you give up before that fear is ever realized.”

David talks to Joel and Shay over facetime. Shay, “We’re hiding out near the border. It’ll be no problem for me to lead in a team of Queens, take out your guards, get you out of there quick.” David, “They’ll see you coming. Gerald’s pretty intent on keeping me here. You can send a team, but it’ll be a big fucking mess and cost a lot of lives. I don’t want that.” Shay, “Well what the fuck do you want us to do, then, David? We can’t just leave you there and wait until Gerald takes over Gilboa” David, “I don’t know! There’s a way out, I know there is, I just have to figure it out!” Joel, “Don’t be losing your nerve, David.” David, “I’m not!” Joel, “Sometimes you just have to do something ugly.” David, “Can you just give me some time?” Shay, “We will, but if you can’t figure something out, we’re coming to get you, got it?” David, “If I see an opportunity, I’ll take it.” Shay, “Message us if something happens.” David, “Okay. Bye.” Shay, “Bye.”

In her palace apartment, Michelle serves Jack up a bowl full of mac ’n’ cheese, “Hope you don’t mind it’s just stuff from a box. Cooking is still on my to-learn list.” Jack, “That’s the best kind.” Michelle extends her arm, and her sleeve rises to expose a bandage on her bicep. Jack, “You get a new tat?” Michelle looks down, “Yeah. It’s a portrait of Seth. It turns out beautifully. I’d love to show it to Helen. I’ve been asking around, trying to figure out where she is.” Jack, “Do you thinks he’s even still alive?” Michelle, “She is. I don’t think Silas would just kill Seth’s mother. I think she had something to do with the scar on his cheek, but with school and studying, I don’t have enough time to do a proper investigation.” Michelle sits down and they both eat. Jack, “I think we might be able to leave soon.” Michelle, “What?” Jack, “Today Monique told me that Shay and Joel are cooking up some kind of plan to get David, Abby, and Asher out of Gath. She said once they’re back in Gilboa, it’ll be our turn to escape.” Michelle, quietly, “I’m not sure if I want to go with you.” Jack, “What? Don’t you want to be with Abby?” Michelle, “I do! I really fucking do! I just- I’m not even through my first semester!” Jack, “What was your plan when you signed up?” Michelle, “To get Silas to stop treating me like a little girl.” Jack, “Probably should have thought things through a little bit more.” Michelle, “I’ve always wanted to do this, you know that! Look, in the big picture of the AFG, I’m not an officer like you are. I’m just a medic, and there are other medics. I feel like I can do so much more once I’m an actual doctor.” Jack, “All right. I guess that’s understandable.” He raises his middle finger at her, “What bones am I holding up?” Michelle, exasperated, “Jack!” Jack, “I want to see what you’re learning.” Michelle, “The distal, middle, and proximal phalanges of the third finger.” Jack grins, “Okay. I’m going to assume that’s the right answer.” Michelle, “It is.” Jack, “I guess you are learning something.” Michelle, “This is something I’ve been thinking about. As much as I want to be with Abby, and helping the fight, I just can’t ignore the gut feeling that this is where I belong.” Jack, “I get it. Anyway, before we can go anywhere, David has to get out of Gath. I have no idea when that’s going to happen.” Michelle, “I hope it happens soon. Honestly… I don’t think the fighting is going to last much longer. With Silas wandering around at night, muttering about Kathleen… he’s in no shape to lead. Honestly, how much longer can he hold out?” Jack, “Mom wants him to leave the throne before it’s too late and he loses his shit permanently.” Michelle, “Are you serious?” Jack nods, “Yeah. I told her up front, me getting ownership of CrossGen meant I could go fight again. She still helped me take over.” Michelle shakes her head in disbelief, “Maybe I won’t have to choose between school and the AFG, then.” Jack, “Can you imagine being that lucky?”

Run-down synagogue in Gaza, Asher teaches shul, his guard, Theo watching over him. Abby cuts a piece of cake from the snack table, with her guard, Max, watching. David talks to Dr. Othman in the back of the pews. Othman, “Look, I’m glad to help you, but I have a strict rule about not meeting with patients outside of regular office hours unless it’s an absolute emergency.” David, “This isn’t about therapy. I talked to Gerald, he knows I’m seeing you.” Othman, “I see a lot of patients.” David, “I’ll bet I’m the only one with a guard who follows him into a synagogue.” He glances over at Adrian, the guard sitting across the aisle from them. David, “Agreeing to treat me may have put you in danger.” Othman, “I knew it would be a risk. Rabbi Levinson said so when he asked me. I may have retired from the army, but I’m still a soldier. I’m willing to do the right thing, even if it’s dangerous.” David, “Okay, good. Stop me if this gets too far into therapy territory, but, you really have been helping me. I’ve actually been eating and sleeping.” Othman, “Thrilled to hear it.” David, “Actually, I’m gonna go grab some cake. Enjoy the sermon.” David goes over to the snack table and slices himself a piece of cake. Suddenly, there’s a loud BOOM outside, causing everyone to jump. Adrian heads outside. With no one on him, David slips the knife into his pocket. Adrian rushes back in, and Theo and Max rush up to him. Adrian, “Everyone stay calm, and stay inside! A building down the street just blew up, I don’t know what happened!” Theo, “We have to go help, man!” David speaks up, “I know how to help!” Adrian, “Oh, no, I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight!” Theo, “We can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Adrian goes over to David and grabs him. Asher, “Hey, what are you doing?” Adrian, “I’m putting you three where you can’t get in trouble!” He pushes David into a small back room. Theo and Max push Asher and Abby in after him.” Adrian, “You’re staying here! Theo and Max, you go help, I’ll keep guard.” Theo and Max rush off. Adrian turns around and shuts the door. David, “What happened? Was it a bomb?” Adrian, “How the fuck should I know?” He starts to turn around, but David lunges for him, and stabs the cake knife into his throat. Abby suppresses a scream, “David, what the fuck?!” David, “Only got one guard, lots of chaos, perfect opportunity to get the fuck out of Gath.” He kneels down and cuts his ankle monitor off. He looks up at Abby, “Come on, lemme get yours.” Abby goes over, and David cuts off her monitor. Asher follows, “Do you have an actual plan here?” David, “I’ll just go hotwire a car. We can get close to the border, we may have to hike our way across it, but we can message Shay and Joel and have someone meet us.” He cuts off Asher’s monitor. Asher, “That sounds way too simple.” David, “You got a better plan?” The door opens behind them. David grabs Adrian’s gun and points it at the door. Dr. Othman stands there, staring down at the scene. David, “Can we borrow your car?” Cut to: In the parking lot, Othman leads David, Asher, and Abby towards his car. Othman, “I was going to tell you that you were handling the explosion very well, but now I’m not so sure.” David, “Sorry to disappoint you.” Othman, “They’re going to be expecting the three of you to be together, so it may be wise for two of you to hide in the trunk. David’s the most recognizable, and Abby’s the smallest, so it should probably be you two.” He opens the trunk of his car. Abby climbs in, and David follows, “I’m not squishing you, am I?” Abby, “Fuckin’ cozy.” Othman, “You good in there?” David pulls his phone out, “As good as we can be. I’ll message Joel and Shay.” Othman slams the trunk door shut. He turns to Asher, “You should probably take the kippah off. They’re gonna be looking for a rabbi.” Asher takes his kippah off and gets into the car.

David, still in the trunk, talks to Shay over FaceTime, “I dunno how far we’ve gone, but we’re headed toward the border.” Shay, “Where the fuck are you?” David, “In the trunk of my therapist’s car. Abby’s with me.” Abby, “W’sup?” Shay, “Tell me about the explosion. It wasn’t the Amalekites, was it?” David, “I don’t know.” Shay, “A building that just happens to be down the street from you just happens to blow up which just happens to give you a getaway opportunity. That’s not a coincidence.” David, “Yeah, well, whatever the hell it is, you need to send someone to meet us.” Shay, “Will do. See you soon.” David ends the call.

Up in the front, Asher spots a road block, “Oh, fuck.” Othman, “Don’t worry. I got a plan. Give me the gun.” Asher hands him the gun, and he sticks it in his waistband. They pull up, and Othman rolls down the front window. A soldier asks, “You got ID?” Othman reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and shows the soldier his driver’s license. Asher pretends to search his pockets, “Oh, shit, I must have left my wallet at home. Didn’t know there’d be checkpoints today.” The soldier looks at him, “Can you both step out of the vehicle, please?” Othman remains very calm and does as he’s told. Asher struggles not to panic. The soldiers searches the car, “Do you have anything in your trunk?” Othman, “Yes, I do, actually.” Asher looks at him panic fully setting in. Othman goes to the trunk and opens it. David and Abby look up, terrified. Othman gestures for Abby to stay put, and says, “It’s time to get out, David.” Slowly, David gets out of the trunk. The soldier points his gun at him, “Put your hands where I can see them!” David raises his hands. Two other soldiers come up. Othman pushes David down, pulls the gun out from behind him, and shoots the main soldier. He ducks and knocks the other over, and then shoots the second one, and then the one he knocked over. David jumps to his feet. Othman, “Get back in!” David squeezes back in the trunk, and Othman slams the door shut. He and Asher both get back into the car, and speed away. Othman whoops, “Just like the good old days!” Asher, “What the fuck?!” Othman, “I may be retired, but I’m still a soldier!” Asher looks at him in horror and confusion.

Rose, done up in an elegant nightgown and robe, sits down on the sofa in the living area, and calls out, “Silas!” Silas enters. He sees Rose looking beautiful, and his eyebrows raise in interest, “Yes?” Rose pats the seat next to her, “Come sit with me.” Silas sits down, “You look radiant tonight.” Rose seductively puts her hand on his shoulder, “I’ve had this dream, Silas, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.” Silas, “Go on.” Rose, “It’s a cabin, up in the mountains. Far away from everyone else. No business. No responsibilities. Just you and me. Together. Happy.” Silas smiles sadly, “It’s a beautiful dream.” Rose, “It’s not just a dream,” she picks up a tablet, and pulls up a picture of a beautiful cabin in the middle of lush pine woods. Rose, “I bought it yesterday. There’s a good stream for fishing near by. Plenty of land for hunting. It’s the only building for miles. There’s even a small garden where you can grow tomatoes in the summertime. You deserve it. You deserve a good long rest, Silas.” Silas, “I can’t just take off in the middle of two wars.” Rose, “Perhaps its time you let Jack take over.” Silas, “Jack? I can’t let him take over!” Rose, “You’ve seen what he’s grown into. He’s a smart, capable leader! He’s strong like you are! He’ll be a good king!” Silas, “He’ll be king for five minutes and then hand the crown over to Shepherd.” Rose, quietly, “Perhaps that’s for the best, Silas.” Silas looks at her like she just uttered a vulgar insult. Rose goes on, “You wander around at night, muttering about Kathleen. You haven’t given yourself time to properly mourn for Seth.” Silas, “Seth has nothing to do with how I behave as king.” Rose, “Seth has everything to do with you as king! You never gave yourself the time to mourn for Kathleen, and look at what happened!” Silas, “I became king!” Rose, “Your children never knew she existed, and you were never happy! I know it still hurts you!” Silas, “I can’t give up!” Rose, “It’s not giving up! It’s doing the right thing!” Silas, “Even my fucking wife has turned against me!” Rose, weeping, “I’m not against you! I love you so, so much!” Silas, “Then why are you telling me all this?!” Rose, “You’re old, Silas! We’re old! You’ve worked so hard, done so much! It’s time to let it all go! You deserve peace!” Silas, “I can’t!” Rose, “Yes, you can!” Silas, “Giving the crown over means I’ve failed! I can’t fail! My father was a failure, and I am not my father!” Rose, “Please, Silas, please. While you still have the chance.” Silas breathes heavily, tears form in his eyes, “I can’t, Rose. I just can’t.” Rose, “I know this is what you want.” Silas, “I do want it. All I’ve ever wanted was a happy, peaceful life, to make you happy, to make my children happy. But I’m a king, and a king makes sacrifices.” Rose puts her face in her hands and weeps. Silas, quietly, “Maybe when the war is over.”

Gerald sits, surrounded by his advisors. One looks at his phone, “Shepherd just made a social media post, confirming that he, Hatch, and Levinson are back in Gilboa.” Gerald is non-plussed, “He had to have been the one who set the bomb off, then. Damnit, he’s smart.” Another advisor, “Sir, this was a suicide bombing, targeting civilians, two things Shepherd has sharply disavowed. I believe this was the work of the Amalekites.” Gerald, “They’re Gilboa’s problem, not ours!” Advisor 2, “The Amalekites aren’t bound by national identity. They’ve attacked Aram in the past. They could very well turn and attack Gath.” Gerald, “It doesn’t matter. It’s time to end the war once and for all. It’s time for the final invasion of Gilboa. Prepare the army. I want to attack within twenty-four hours.”

David sits in a border safehouse, having dinner with the rest of the AFG leadership, “God, I swear, even the food in Gath somehow is depressing. I am so glad to be out of there. I can’t wait to be back with Jack again. Do we have a plan in mind for getting him out of Shiloh?” Shay, “It’ll be tricky, but with Monique in the palace, we can do it.” David, “Good. If we’re lucky, maybe we can actually get Silas while we’re at it.” Joel, “Hey, where’s the doctor you came with? He’s gotta be starving, too. Besides, we gotta thank him. If we had medals, we’d have to give him one.” David, “I have a mental list of everyone who’s done something to deserve a medal. He’s definitely going on it.” Joel, “Where is he, though?” David, “I dunno.” Shay, “Go find him. I want him to tell me about how he got those three Phils.” David, “Okay, but he’s ex-Phil, so you can’t say that around him.” Shay, “Got it.” David gets up and goes looking for Othman. He finds him sitting quietly by himself on a bed. David, “Hey, we’ve got some really good food, if you’re hungry, and Shay and Joel want to thank you.” Othman looks at David, sad and quiet, “I killed three of my fellow soldiers today.” David, “I- I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to say to that.” Othman shakes his head, “It’s alright. That’s war. I loved being a soldier. I loved the rush of battle. When I left the army, I couldn’t be happy, because nothing compared to the thrill of a fight. I got help, I put my life back together, I even became a therapist to help my fellow soldiers. And as soon as I got a whiff of the old action, look what it did to me. I took an oath to protect Gath and its citizens. Today, I shattered it in the most profane way possible.” David, “I’m sorry.” Othman, “That’s war. It turns men into beasts.” David, “I’m doing everything I can to end it soon.” Othman, “It’s not enough.”

William walks through his Ammon home, wearing a robe, holding a high ball, looking exhausted. He sits down in his comfy chair, but then jumps and looks over in shock at the space next to him. Amal stands there, pointing a gun at him and smiling wickedly, “Hi, William. I heard you want to be king.”

#Kings

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