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simp-for-spencer-reid · 4 years

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Sugar with a Side of Coffee Ch. 3

A/N: This is the new, rewritten chapter three. Enjoy! :)

Ch.1 Ch. 2 Ch. 2.5

Chapter 3: A Night Out

Friday came around fast, and with a rainy morning, so the girls opted not to put out the cart. The little shop was quite busy, filling with both cart customers and the regular shop customers. Between orders, Marta discussed her plans with Cate.

“So, I was thinking that we could go back to yours, I could borrow some clothes, and then we can go straight out to the pub on 18th street!” It was clear that Marta had been planning this all along. Cate laughed and shook her head.

“I think you just have your eyes on that red shirt you found the last time you slept over.” Cate remembered when her and Marta got wine drunk together and had put on a bit of a fashion show for Shrimp. Marta had discovered a bright red long sleeve shirt, with a deep neckline. Cate had not worn it in years, the last she remembered of that shirt was a failed date.

“Okay, you caught me, but it’s so cute!” Marta whined. “And I haven’t seen my cat nephew in like a week!”

Marta had driven them both to Cate’s apartment in her car. Once in the door, Marta scooped up Shrimp and coddled him like a baby. He gently swiped a paw up to her face. Cate made her way to the bedroom to get down to business.

“So if you’re wearing the red top, what does that leave me?” Cate called out, examining her hangers. “I have this green dress that's not too fancy? No, too christmas-y” she continues rummaging through each hanger. Marta walked in carrying Shrimp and stood next to Cate.

“What about that?” Marta pointed to the right side of Cate’s closet. Cate followed her gaze and pulled a black satin-like fabric tank top off a hanger. “Actually, I changed my mind, I’ll wear this and you can wear the red top!” Marta released Shrimp, who ran off, flicking his ears, and Marta traded her work uniform for the black tank top and white jeans. Cate quickly found the red top, discarding her white button up for it. She threw her work pants in the laundry bin and pulled on black jeans and tucked the red top into them.

“Okay, remind me again why you hate this top? It’s so hot!” Marta eyed her best friend. Cate grabbed some gold bangles to pull over the long sleeves. Marta grabbed her friend’s hands and spun her to face her. “Seriously, Cate!” Marta gestured to Cate’s cleavage that was now being shown off. Cate blushed, and grabbed a pair of heels for herself and Marta.

The bar on 18th was shaped like a giant rectangle, with the bartenders in the middle tending to the patrons on the outer perimeter. Cate and Marta were sitting on one of the shorter ends of the bar. They were almost shouting at each other to be heard over the music.

“Did you get Spencer’s number from the other night?” Marta asked loudly after sipping her vodka cran. Cate looked at her water, thinking that she should order one for Marta so she would slow down her drinking.

“No,” she shook her head to make sure she was understood. As she glanced around the bar, her eyes landed on an all too familiar face at the other end of the bar. There sat amongst a group was Spencer. Marta followed Cate’s gaze.

“Well, no time like the present!” Marta stood up and tugged Cate out of her seat.

On the other side of the bar, Spencer was nursing a ginger ale while he watched JJ play darts with Emily. Derek was ordering another beer for himself and Rossi. The team’s casework was completed rather early for a Friday night, so the unit had gone out for a few drinks to celebrate.

“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Emily grumbled, getting smoked by JJ and her insanely accurate dart skills.

“Oh, come on. I’m going easy on you!” JJ tossed another dart. Rossi laughed under his breath, taking his new beer from Derek. Spencer was still oblivious, watching the dart tournament between JJ and Emily.

“Dibs.” Marta turned back to Cate after staring at Derek even when he turned away. The girls approached Derek and Spencer.

“Hi,” Marta said, looking at Spencer. His eyes widened, flustered, looking at the clearly buzzed girl in front of him. Cate rolled her eyes at her friend for putting on her flirting voice. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, sweater vest.”

“Um, I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked Marta honestly.

“We’re pretty hard to recognize without the aprons.” Marta shrugged. Derek sauntered over as Spencer looked at him for help. Spencer finally saw Cate from behind Marta. When he pulled his eyes up to meet hers, he realized she was the girl from the coffee shop, wearing something very low cut. Cate exhaled, trying to calm her nerves. This is not how she envisioned tonight, babysitting a buzzed Marta, and standing in front of Spencer in such a scandalous top.

“That would be Marta.” Cate gestured to her friend. “Her parents own The Empty Mug.” She told Spencer, seeing as he’d been frequenting the coffee cart.

“And this,” Marta side hugged Cate tightly. “Is one of my bestest friends, Catherine.” Marta grinned widely, proud of her antics. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Spencer.” Marta gave him a wink. Cate wished Marta hadn’t pregamed so hard at her apartment before they left.

“What do we have here? Derek.” He introduced himself with a handshake. Marta giggled as she took his hand. Cate looked to Spencer, hoping he wasn’t getting the wrong impression of them.

“She doesn’t get out much” Cate tried to explain with a smile. Cate noticed the nonalcoholic drink in his hands.

“Ah, so I see you’ve gotten picked as designated driver too?” Cate raised her glass of water. Spencer opened his mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Hotch, JJ, and Prentiss watched from the distance of their table near the dart boards. Penelope and Rossi returned from the new age electronic jukebox. Penelope was the first to speak what was on the team’s mind.

“Who are those girls talking to Derek and Reid?” She looks towards JJ and Emily.

“No idea.” JJ spoke. Despite the curiosity, none of them made a move towards Morgan or Reid.

“Poor Reid, his IQ must be flying out the window.” Emily watched Spencer as he watched the girls walk to the bathroom. She decided that now would be a good time to approach the boys about their new friends.

When they made it to the boys, Rossi bent down and pretended to pick something up. When he stood up, he held out his hand to Spencer.

“I think you dropped this, kid.” Rossi told Spencer. Spencer looked at him quizzically. “It’s your jaw.” The team laughed, while Spencer just blushed.

“I don’t know why I still hang around you guys.” Spencer laughed, shaking his head.

“They work at The Empty Mug.” Derek spoke up. “You better work your magic, Pretty Boy, and get them to deliver to the BAU.”

“Oh, I second that! The coffee was great.” Emily agreed. The team scattered when they saw the girls returning, even Derek stepped back, leaving Spencer to fend for himself.

Marta’s eyes found Derek all too quickly, and she grabbed his hand to lead him to the dancefloor. Cate shook her head at her wild friend, but smiled lovingly at her.

“Looks like Derek met his match.” Spencer said to Cate, but he was watching Marta drag Derek to dance. Cate took a sip from her water, trying to hydrate her dry, nervous throat.

“What are the chances that you’d be waiting in line, when that kid stole my tip jar.” Cate laughed to Spencer. Derek had returned to the team with Marta in tow, filling them in on his little plan.

“Well, the odds of getting robbed in the U.S. are one in 667.” Spencer shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s an average of 150 robberies a year per 100,000 population.” He rambles off, “And it’s just timing my job plus my love for coffee.”

“How did you just know that?” Cate stared in amazement. Spencer stuttered before he managed a full sentence about his eidetic memory. “So you know like everything?”

“Well, as long as I read about it or see it once, I can remember a lot.” Spencer could feel his blush creeping up his ears.

“Okay shut your eyes.”

Spencer did.

“What color are my eyes?” Cate tested.

“Light Brown” Spencer answered fast. “But I knew that from when we first met.” He mentally face palmed himself for saying something so forward. His eyes were still shut.

“Okay then let me give you something harder.” Cate slowly swiveled her head, looking around the bar. “What color is-”

“That’s not really the best judgement of my memory, I’ve had FBI training on how to assess a room in less than ten seconds.” Spencer opened his eyes. “I can recite things from memory, which would be a better measure of my memory.” Cate was in awe. “Like, for instance, pick a book, any book. I’m well versed in most literature.” Spencer had now turned to face her. Cate was smiling up at him.

“Any book? Okay, how about the first sentence of John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men?” Cate quizzed, picking the first obscure book she thought of.

“ A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.” Spencer recalled, almost immediately.

“Impressive.” Cate nodded, pursing her lips.

Derek and Marta were up to no good, huddled over a table. The rest of the team were watching Cate and Spencer’s awkward flirt exchange like a car crash, they couldn’t turn away. Penelope pretended to wipe her eyes.

“I’m just so proud. He didn’t even use any magic tricks.” JJ nodded her head in agreement. “I hope we get to add another girl to our girls nights.” Penelope continued.

“I’m just hoping we can get that coffee in our building somehow” Emily half-joked.

Marta stood up from the table, and walked back over towards Cate and Spencer. She tapped Cate on the back three times, which was their signal to go to the bathroom together. Cate waited exactly ten seconds for Marta to get a headstart and it wouldn’t look suspicious.

“I should go check on Marta, excuse me.” Cate turned to walk towards the ladies’ room and entered. “Marta?” Cate saw only one stall was closed. “Everything alright?” The toilet flushed and the stall door opened to reveal Marta. She wore a devilish grin.

“What?” Cate looked through the mirror at Marta’s reflection.

“Look what I got from a certain friend of an agent.” Marta held a napkin up with numbers written in blue pen, pleased with herself.

“You got Derek’s number?” Cate gasped, surprised.

“I wish.” Marta. “It’s Spencer’s number.” Marta held out the napkin for Cate.

“What?” Cate said in disbelief. “Spencer gave you his number?” Marta shook her head.

“Derek gave me Spencer’s number to give to you.” Marta picked up Cate’s hand and tucked the napkin into it. “Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you” Marta was smiling, then turned pale. “Hold that thought.” she turned on her heel and rushed to a toilet, emptying her stomach.

Cate opened the door to the bathroom, feeling nauseous from the noises of her friend. Spencer was no longer in the hallway. He must’ve gone back to his seat. Cate thought. When she glanced over to where they had been sitting, they weren’t there. With no company, Cate turned back around to comfort her friend in the bathroom.

“Let’s get you home.” Cate said as she rubbed Marta’s back.

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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In My Head, We Belong (Gigi/Crystal) Chapter One - Zyan

Summary: Gigi tries to keep her feelings for Crystal as a secret, while juggling orders, her side job as a seamstress, helping her very clueless friend Jan ask an equally clueless Jaida out on a proper date and begging Silky, Heidi and Dusty to please stop their Who Can Cook Faster competition.

a/n: new fic who dis. I’m back back back again! The new season really has sparked my creative juices :) This began as a small request I did on my blog and it turned out into a very fluffy universe. I hope you like it! Much like Genie AU, I’m having a lot of fun writing this. 💖 Frey is the bestest beta, and y'all can find me over at @chachkisalpaca. The title comes from the Doja Cat’s song “Streets.”

Widow’s restaurant might not be a five star one - or four even - but she keeps it neat and clean, the walls get painted whenever Widow spots the tiniest of cracks in the paint, and she’s got a handful of regular patrons. She’s also the best boss Gigi has ever had.

She makes sure they all eat a good meal before beginning with their shifts, pays them a little extra the nights they’re full and still manage to serve all customers as good as they can, understands when they can’t come to work for whatever the reason might be, and doesn’t need much explanations when they request a night off, because she trusts her girls. As far as the staff is aware, Widow is an angel disguised as a human.

They’re usually full on Saturdays, the kitchen turning into a war zone as Dusty, Heidi, and Silky try to get the waitresses orders ready, sometimes competing between each other who’ll gets their order ready the fastest. For a moment it’s amusing to the waitresses, until they get carried away and have to be reminded that it’s not time for their foolishness, it’s time for dinner.

This Saturday though, it’s almost empty - a couple with their kids being the only clients they’ve gotten so far, since a storm broke loose.

“Well, the weather man did say we’re gonna have a few days with rain,” Jan comments, standing in the tip of her toes to watch the rain from the window of the back door.

“Yeah, but this is not Singing in The Rain type of rain, this is like, I dunno, Sharknado kinda weather,” Crystal replies, throwing a green nine to the table. Jaida huffs and reaches for a card in the pile before passing.

“Have you ever seen Sharknado?” Heidi asks; her brows are knitted in a confused frown as she throws a green +2. Silky bangs her fist on the table, proceeding to frantically search for a card to kill off Heidi’s.

“… No,” Crystal admits at the same time Silky slams a +4. “Fuck! I hate y’all,” she groans as she draws six cards from the pile. Heidi and Silky high five with smug smiles and giggle.

Gigi watches them, completely amused, leaning against the door frame. She’s not sure if they should be playing Uno during work hours, despite not being a single soul around, but Widow gives them more liberties than a boss normally does. Hell, sometimes she’s the one to come into the kitchen with a Uno deck, asking if anyone wanna play.

“I’d join, but I feel like Heidi and Silky have some sort of trickery going on,” Brianna says, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, glancing up at them from time to time.

Gigi looks at the pair, noticing the looks they share from time to time and cocks a brow. She’s not even surprised; Heidi and Silky are a competitive duo, though Heidi shows it a lot less.

“Do you think one of them is sitting on a bunch of +2 cards?” Gigi asks, stifling a giggle. Brianna snorts, locking her phone.

“Most likely, it’s like the fourth time they made Crystal pick up since they started playing. Notice how suspicious it is that she hasn’t picked any +2 or +4 yet?” She comments just as Jaida slams a card on the table, yelling ‘Uno’.

Gigi snickers; though she prefers full nights because it’s a good moment for tips, she doesn’t mind when once in a while it’s completely deserted and they get to relax and have fun together.

Though that fun results in Crystal throwing her cards to the ground after a collective work between Jaida, Heidi, and Silky in which each of them throws a +4; she abandons the game saying she’ll never play again with them. She goes over to Brianna and Gigi with her arms folded and a childish pout.

“Please, tell me I’m not the only one that believes they’re cheating,” she says as she looks back at Silky and Heidi. They’re now battling against each other to see who the final loser is, and it’s honestly hilarious.

“I wouldn’t be surprised; I’m used to them cheating whenever we play anything. They’re competitive bitches,” Gigi replies, Crystal laughs softly and Gigi smiles to herself.

Sometimes the fact that she’s still there after two years surprises her; she’d never thought she’d actually like this job and her co-workers, considering them her second family.

She also has feelings for one of the members of said family, but she’ll never say that out loud.

Gigi’s so distracted by her thoughts, she doesn’t hear Jackie behind the door, almost falling on her back if it wasn’t for her.

“Wow! You okay, G?” She asks with a concerned voice. Gigi nods, and Jackie helps her stabilize herself. “Girls, please clean this up, believe it or not we’ve got clients. Silk, they ordered two menus of the day; can you take care of it?”

Silky stares at Jackie for solid five seconds before slowly starting to get up and all of a sudden there are several Uno cards spilled all across the floor. Well, guess Brianna was right.

“You cheating bitch! I knew you had something up in your sleeve,” Crystal exclaims, completely offended.

“Or your ass,” Jaida points out with a laugh, kneeling to pick up the cards. “You are one shady bitch, someone remind me to tell Widow to ban you from the Uno games.”

“Ban who from Uno?” Widow asks as she enters the kitchen. Jaida points at Silky, telling her about the cheating. Widow clicks her tongue. “Silky, I’ve told you already; if you’re gonna cheat, put those cards in your thighs, not ass!” Widow scolds, but soon she’s loudly laughing along with Silky.

Jackie pinches the bridge of her nose, counts until ten, and claps her hands, hurrying Silky to get her orders ready. Then, Widow remembers why she stepped into the kitchen in the first place.

“The storm is getting really bad; does everyone have a way to get home safely? I wouldn’t mind going out of my way to drop some of y’all off,” she offers, speaking loud enough so everyone in the kitchen can hear her.

“My grandpa lent me his car because he heard it’d rain today. I could also drop some of y’all home,” Dusty pipes up from the other side of the room.

“I came here with Jesus and an umbrella, so I’ll take any of you two on that,” Heidi says, looking back and forth between Dusty and Widow.

“Well, John is picking me up today, so I guess I’ll pass.” Crystal shrugs, and Gigi knits her brows in a frown.

“Who’s John?” Gigi asks before she can stop herself. Crystal looks at her with a toothy smile that may or may not make her heart sting a little.

“Oh, he’s a guy I met at a friend’s birthday party. We’ve been going out for like, two weeks or so. I thought everyone knew, I’ve pretty much annoyed everyone during Friday’s lunch shift talking about him,” she explains excitedly, and Gigi has to restrain herself from letting her devastation show on her face.

“I’m not on the lunch shifts, just the night ones,” she simply says, and the topic soon goes back to the previous one, Gigi remaining silent for most of the conversation, except to say she’d appreciate a ride home.

The rest of the night remains uneventful, since they’ve got no other clients. They close early, and they only leave when Crystal’s guy arrives, the redhead quickly says goodbye to all of them as she climbs inside his car with a big smile.

As she stares out the window, watching how the streets empty more and more, Gigi thinks she couldn’t be upset with Crystal for going out with people, since she isn’t planning on confessing her feelings to her.

It doesn’t mean it hurt any less, though.

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hardforbenhardy · 4 years

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the show must go on

scandal pt. 2 | rogerxreader

it was requested as therefore you shall receive! it may not be my best writing because i wasn’t super expecting to have to write a part 2, so its also a little mismatched, so i apologise if it doesn’t really make sense or there’s bits that might seem unrealistic. i’d kinda like to do a second ending that’s completely different to this one, because i have a little idea, so that may possibly come if this can get to 100 notes? but i got a lot of requests for part 2 of scandal, so here it is and i hope you enjoy :)

it’s set in 1991 so you can kinda guess what’s going to happen... :(

summary: you had divorced your husband of 10 years, and had not seen him for the past 2 years due to excommunication. though, when a rather tragic experience brings you back together, you can’t figure out how to react.

warnings: mentions of death, super sad, angsty, lil fluff at the end

word count: 5.1k (oops)

part 1 here (if you haven’t read it yet, you should before this one for context!)

taglist: @imjustboredso @greenprisca @ilostmydeacy

Queen vocalist, Freddie Mercury, dies of Aids.

The words struck you silent. Your best friend, your confidante, your once-flatmate; a man you considered as one of your closest companions for 15 years of your life. Had gone. No longer a living, breathing human being, but rather now just a mere memory for you to reminisce on. It almost didn’t seem real, like this was all just a practical joke on you, that you would blink and those haunting letters on that page would just re-jumble to reveal a much more inviting headline. Queen vocalist, Freddie Mercury, has got a new cat. That, well admittedly that would make you laugh, but that would be much more gratifying for you to read. But no, it wasn’t that at all.

And the way you found out, of course, was from a newspaper. Funny; it seemed like newspapers were just out to get you and ruin your life any way they could. First, you find out your husband is cheating on you. Then, you find out one of your previous closest friends had passed away. And the way they word it; so blunt, it makes you almost physically sick. This man was a legend; an idol too many, in both the music industry and in the gay community, people looked up to him. And they decide to announce that he had simply ‘died of Aids’. Not to mention, a second newspaper placed on your doorstop simply stated ‘Freddie is dead’; how desensitised did the media have to be?

You could barely breath; you felt as if a rope had been double knotted around your neck and someone was gradually tightening it more and more. Your eyes had begun watering without you even noticing, the hot tears allowing themselves to cascade down your cheeks. Cheeks red and nose running, you couldn’t do anything but stand there. Repeating the words in your head. “Died of Aids”

“Mum, what’s going on?” you heard the voice of your 11-year-old son, Felix, from behind you. You have to explain to your children that their uncle Fred had passed away, when you could barely even comprehend it yourself. That also reminded you, Roger. You had no idea how he was coping right now; if you were Freddie’s close friend, Roger was Freddie’s bestest friend. You didn’t know a closer relationship than the one between Freddie and Roger; so you couldn’t help but sympathise his position right now. Brian. John. Jim. Mary. They must all be grieving so badly.

“Felix, hunny, go get your sister and Mike; I have some bad news” you whispered, squatting down to his level and seeing his face drop as he saw your dishevelled appearance. He ran off to retrieve Rory from her bedroom, and your friend Mike, and you tried to figure out what you’d do next. Should you call one of the boys? See how they’re doing? Then again, you haven’t seen them in 2 whole years and only just contacting them at a time like this may just seem like you are being insensitive. You had a lot to consider.

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You found yourself having trouble sleeping the night following considering the recent news, and you wondered whether contacting someone about it may have put you in some relief. Of course, your best friend comforted you, he spent the days doing his best to do ensure you were eating, drinking, and getting some fresh air instead of sticking around your bed all day. You had only been close friends with Mike for only a few months; you had met him at your work, as he was a customer who began to come in more and more regularly. He had ended up moving in with you, as he needed a place to stay and you needed help with the children. He was amazing with the children as well; they saw him as a father figure, even if that wasn’t your relationship at all.

Lay in your bed, you were crying once again; not having really stopped properly. Everything reminded you of him, no matter how simple it was. Taking your children to music lessons reminded you of, obviously, his music career and the effect it had had on the world. Eggs for breakfast reminded you of the time you got a phone call off Roger and Freddie asking how to boil an egg. Rory had a pair of maracas which reminded you of when Freddie took Rogers already stolen maracas and threw them into the audience. You had so many memories, but that’s all they were now and all they would ever be. And those were the only memories you had; you couldn’t make any more. The deafening silence of the room was broken by the ringing of the phone on the other side of the room, and you wondered who would be calling you; you debated whether you should even bother picking it up because it probably wasn’t important. However, when the phone rang a second time, you got out of bed and rushed over to the phone, assuming it must have been important for them to call a second time.

“Hello?” you groaned, rubbing the tears and sleep out of your vision as you yawned a little. You were only tired because of the fact you hadn’t slept for the past few day, but that was the least of your worries.

“H-hey. It’s Bri- I, I uh didn’t know if you got the news but uh...” he mumbled, and you could barely make out his words, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. You could hear very clearly that he too was crying, the sounds of sniffles and his voice breaking being muffled as he tried to conceal them. Your heart broke to hear his voice sound so discouraged. He could barely end his sentence, he couldn’t cope to say the words, so you put him out of the misery.

“I did. I, uh, I read it in the newspaper; ironic.” you sniffles, letting a breathy but humourless laugh, hoping he would return one. But he didn’t. “How are you... coping”

“I’m going to be honest Y/N, I’m not. I-I can’t. I just, he’s gone...” he cried, letting out a loud sob at the last words. You knew. You didn’t need reminding that one of your best friends had gone; but he was grieving, and by the sound of it, a lot worse that you.

“I could, um, come over? We could both do with some comfort.” you suggested, your voice small and gentle because you didn’t want to make him any worse that he already was. Thankfully, you were still living quite close to the boys, despite the divorce, due to the fact the children were in school and you had a job close by that you had been in for the past 20 years. You didn’t hear him agree, just a small ‘mhm’ was enough for you to hang up and rush over to his.

Deciding to walk, you headed over to Brian in the hope that you wouldn’t run into any journalists on the way over. You weren’t particularly famous; but you were well known in the music industry due to being so involved with Queen, meaning it wasn’t uncommon for people to crowd you with constant questions of the boys, even after 2 years of sparse contact. Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid them; even at 11 at night. Paparazzi left right and centre following you as walked with your head hung low; it was more that usual, but that was only due to the context of interest.

“Have you heard the news of Freddie’s death?”

“What are the boys plans for Queen now that Freddie is dead?”

“Are the boys going to recruit a new lead singer for Queen?”

“Are you and Roger Taylor going to the funeral together?”

You scoffed in disgust at the absolute insensitivity of the media; you found it absolutely vile that people had such a crass and heartless reaction to Freddie’s passing. All they cared about was gossip; if Queen would last, if your relationship would respark, if the boys would replace Freddie. No thought of consideration for your feelings, your privacy. You simply told them all to fuck off, and that being such cold hearted wankers wouldn’t get them anywhere in life.

When you had arrived at Brian’s, you began to realise what you were actually doing; you hadn’t seen him in years, you blocked him out, and now your turning up at his house. You had every reason to at the time, but it still felt a little strange. You never really considered the effect of blocking out all 4 of them; they were all your closest friends and you spent a majority of your life with them. The only reason you avoided them all was because you didn’t want them to have to choose between friendship and their career; though, you were sure that they would’ve sided with Roger anyway. As you knocked on the door, you felt your heart start racing; your mind was still pinned on Freddie, just clouded with a bunch of other worries and fears as well.

“Hey” you heard Bri mumble, which made your head shoot up; you didn’t even notice the door had opened. The sight before you broke your heart; you thought you were a mess recently but you were nothing compared to Brian. He had bags under his eyes, his face pale and washed out making you believe he hadn’t left his house the past few days. “H-how have you been doing?”

“Honestly, I feel shit. But that’s probably nothing compared to how you have been feeling, Bri. I’m so sorry, for everything. I know what Roger did was wrong; but that didn’t mean I should’ve blocked and the rest of the boys as well. I just... I never thought that this would be way we reunite.” you lamented, pulling Brian in to a hug which you thought would never end with how tight you each were squeezing.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologise; you did nothing wrong. You had no reason to believe this would-“

“I did, Brian. Freddie had already told me. But I didn’t want to believe it was true so I didn’t; and then I ended up just forgetting. I’m a shit friend I know.” you whimpered, feeling your knees buckle underneath your weight as you fell to your knees. Brian rushed to help you back up, pulling you to your feet and dragging you over to his bed. As you were laid down, you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Love, when was the last time you ate? Or slept?” Brian concerned, pouring you a glass of water from the sink of his en-suite bathroom, and handing it over to you. You found it a little amusing; five seconds ago Brian could barely cope with himself, yet now here he was, caring for you like his child.

“I-I don’t know. I couldn't sleep last night, and I suppose I haven’t eaten in a few days; but that wasn’t anything to do with Freddie. I was like this after the whole Roger thing, and have been since, i-it’s nothing. What about you? I haven’t let you get a word in edge ways about how you’ve felt”

“T-that’s not important right now, besides, this is kind of taking my mind off things. You should get some rest, it’s not healthy to be getting this little sleep. A-and when you wake up, Anita and I were planning on getting some food ordered, if you’d want to join” he offered, helping you into his bed properly and pulling the covers over your body so you could properly rest. You didn’t answer, just nodded your head slightly to take up his offer before easily drifting off into slumber.

*****

“Why the fuck is she even here?” a muffled voice almost yelled, waking you from your previous sleep. You recognised it, it was too familiar.

“She needed some comfort, okay, and so did I! I called her to see if she had got the news, and she offered to come over - when she got here, she nearly fainted so I let her sleep in my bed. She hasn’t slept in days!” you knew that voice was Brian’s, obviously, you had only heard it an hour or two ago. That didn’t mean you could place the other voice yet, however. You pulled yourself out the bed, walking slowly towards the door to get more of a hint of who Brian was arguing with.

“She blocked everyone out Brian, why are you so forgiving?”

“Because she had every reason to, Roger! You were the one who cheated on her! She took it badly, extremely badly; I don’t know if you noticed, but she had lost a lot of weight since we last saw her, and not in a healthy way.” Brian yelled back, and you clocked onto who he was arguing with. Who was in the other room. Roger.

“I know it was my fucking fault! But she wasn’t the only one affected by it! She left, without letting me explain or anything, and now she just returns because Freddie’s dead? She didn’t even bother to visit him while he was ill!”

“Stop being so selfish Roger! She has every right to be here, and-”

“He’s not wrong.” you mumbled, making both boys turn and stare in your direction with shock plastered on their faces. Neither of them had heard you approaching the room, so of course they were startled by the rather pathetic interruption. Brian because he expected you to still be asleep, and Roger, well because he hadn’t seen you in 2 whole years. Roger couldn’t help but think how you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, even if you had mascara stained eyes, and bedhead, and had lost a little weight like Brian said. “It might not justify what he did, but he’s not wrong. Hey”

“I-um, hey. L-long time no see, huh” Roger stuttered, pressing his hand to the back of his neck and rubbing lightly, looking basically anywhere but you. You didn’t blame him, but you were a little pissed that this was how he reacted to seeing you after 2 years of no contact.

“I’ll just go, Brian thank you for letting me come over, but I should probably get back to the kids” you sniffle, going to put your shoes on in an attempt to avoid looking in Roger’s direction again. It was strange; you didn’t think it would affect you to see him again after what he did to you, but it set something off. You knew you still loved him, and you knew you had loved him for the past 2 years. You didn’t know if you could say the same for him though.

“Did you leave them at home by themselves?” Roger questioned, furrowing his brows in a concerned manner. You weren’t sure if he was actually asking this, or if he was trying to insinuate something about you being a bad mother; but you scoffed and looked back at him before answering.

“No; Mike took them to their music lessons before I left, so they should be home by now. I just don’t want to leave them alone with Mike for too long” you explained, a little sarcastically. Of course, Roger’s face dropped at the mention of another mans name; were you remarried?

“M-Mike?”

“You’ll be there tomorrow, right? Fred would’ve wanted you there” Brian interrupted before you could answer Roger’s question, voice cracking a little when mentioning Freddie’s name. You nodded, sending Brian an emotionless smile; they seemed to be coming more often recently. You went to open the door, until you were stopped in your tracks by Roger again.

“W-wait. Can I... walk you home? I noticed your car wasn’t outside” he asked, looking down in shame but praying, just praying, you would say yes. You weren’t really sure why he was asking; only 5 minutes ago, he was arguing with Brian about the fact you had returned, and now he was acting all cute and friendly. But honestly, you had nothing to lose; you had really missed his company, no matter how bad his mistake was. ‘Mistake’... was it a mistake?

“Sure” you muttered, looking over to Brian who was now giving you a look of sympathy that you had to suffer through it. Roger raced to stand beside you, as if he needed to be near you to breathe, and he let out the longest breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. You wished Brian a farewell, completely forgetting to even greet Anita before leaving.

There was an deafening silence looming around you and Roger as you walked home, and you found yourself unable to even bring words to leave your lips. What was there to speak about? You couldn’t just ask how his life was, but you didn’t want to bring up what he did. You couldn’t bare to think of it; you had barely even got over the fact he had done it to you, you couldn’t do with hearing the incessant excuses pour out his mouth to get you back. But then again, maybe he had one. One valid enough that you let him back into your life. One valid enough that you open your heart to him once again. Start your relationship again. Start the family again. Love again.

But if you did that, you’d be breaking the one and only rule you made after divorcing him; do not, under any circumstances, give him the time of day. Because if he’s done it once, he could do it again. If you forgive him once, you could do it again. And he’ll use it to your advantage. It wasn’t a rule worth breaking, or was it?

“How is Felix getting along with his drumming?” Roger spoke up, coughing to clear his throat and interrupting the awkwardness. You hadn’t expected the audible, and it had admittedly stopped you in your tracks for a split second before you were brought back to earth. You decided the pity him, considering the topic of conversation was your children, and Roger hadn’t seen them in a while due to the band having recently released an album and the fact Freddie had been ill.

“Oh, erm, if I’m honest, it’s certainly not his area of expertise; he is really trying though. Just never going to be as good as his dad, and he understands that.” you chuckled, slipping your hands into the pockets of your coat and looking forward. Roger had always wanted one of his children to take after him, as in going into the music industry, but both Felix and Rory were yet to show any interest in learning an instrument. Felix had attempted to learn the drums, but only to please his father.

“I hope one of them goes into music; I’d love to have a mini me running around” he grinned, thinking of all the possibilities of a tiny-Roger creating chaos on the stage with his dad. That sure would be one heck of a concert, you thought.

“Well I’m sure their mother would definitely appreciate having multiple mini versions of her cheating ex-husband running around when she’s the one who has to care for them 24/7 because their father is too fucking busy all the time.” you snapped, not exactly sure where the words were coming from as they just spewed out your mouth. That wasn’t to say you didn’t agree with them though; Roger hadn’t exactly cared for the children the past few months. But you knew why he hadn’t, and now you felt like a bitch. Now was not the time and place to start an argument. Roger didn’t really react, in fact he responded in the exact opposite way that you expected him to.

“I know, I haven’t been a good father. I promise I’ll try better.” he mumbled, looking towards the floor with an almost disquieted tone. You expect him to be angry, to fight back at your words. But he wasn’t at all, because you were right; instead, he just felt guilty. Really fucking guilty for everything he had put you through.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. Well, I did but I worded it awfully and I was not thinking about what I was saying. I swear it just... came out” you tried to make the situation better, but you admittedly only made it worse. It was once again silence as you arrived at your door, and it was still completely locked up and lights off. You walked in, Roger waiting outside in reluctance to head any further than his welcome, but you gestured for him to come in in the hopes of having a proper conversation. You decided it was worth breaking the rule after all.

He was looking around at the house that was once his, where he lived with you, Felix and Rory. He missed it, so much. He missed waking up every morning in your bed and being faced with the angel of his wife. He missed coming downstairs to Felix helping his little sister to get dressed in her school clothes, because she always struggled with pulling on her tights. He missed the cuddles and kisses he’d receive from you everyday before he left for work and when he got back. He missed coming home from work to see you helping Felix with his maths homework, or doing craft with Rory. He missed spending his evenings cuddled up on the sofa as a family, as you watched The Little Mermaid for the 50th time (because Rory refused to watch anything else). He missed his family.

“Take a seat, do you want a drink? Coffee? Tea?” you asked, grabbing two mugs out of the kitchen cupboard and setting the kettle to boil.

“I’m okay, thank you. In fact, I should probably get going, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Rog, you’re not overstaying your welcome, I invited you in” you emphasised, placing down the steaming mug in front of him, even though he didn’t ask for one. You knew him, and you knew he’d end up taking sips out of your mug anyway. He gave you an understanding look, and took a gulp from the mug before sitting back into the couch, legs spread and hand on his knee; he looked rather uncomfortable, and you understood. You too were rather uncomfortable. “I also, uhm, I wanted to talk.”

“About what?” he questioned, and he was scared for your answer. Not that he didn’t want the chance to redeem himself, that’s all he wanted, he just wasn’t in a release-all-our-emotions kind of place right now. He wasn’t sure if he had any tears left to cry. Not after Freddie.

“Roger, stop acting oblivious. Before I... blocked everyone out, Freddie made me promise that when the day came, I’d talk to you. Give you a second chance. A chance to explain. And I don’t want to break that promise. So please, can we talk?”

“I-well, I’m not really sure what you want me to say.” you noticed Roger had started tearing up when you said Fred’s name. He was taking it so harshly, and you could tell; he looked like Brian had when you opened the door, but 10x worse.

“Just answer me this; why did you do it? After 10 years of marriage, why did you do that to me?” you asked, hearing your voice crack. You found it strange that you weren’t crying yet; in fact, it was Roger that was tearing up. You guessed that maybe you had ran out of tears, or perhaps the resentment you had felt when you first found out had returned so you weren’t even sad. Roger didn’t know how to answer, he really couldn’t, because he didn’t know why. Why had he done it? Had he even done it? The answer was no, nothing had happened that night. He had left the club, and the girl ran after him in an attempt to get him to sleep with her. He, obviously, turned her down, explaining that he had a wife and no interest at all in having sex with the German prostitute. But he wasn’t sure you would believe him - “Was it because you didn’t love me anymore? B-because you should’ve said. Obviously I wouldn’t have taken it well, but I’d have taken it better than finding out you cheated on me.”

“No, I promise you, I never ever fell out of love with you. Never have, never will. You won’t believe me when I say it, but nothing even happened. I swear, we didn’t sleep together-“

“Roger, I’m not in the mood to listen to your lies and fake excuses. Tell the truth”

“I am Y/N. I know it sounds fake but I promise you, I didn’t sleep with her. When I left the club, she chased after me and was begging me to sleep with her; that’s what the photos were, she even tried kissing me at one point. But I told her, I said I had a wife and I had no interest in having sex with her. She accepted it, as far as I knew, but I offered to pay for a hotel room at the place I was staying, because she seemed extremely drunk and like she could barely walk. I suppose people saw us in the car together and entering the hotel together and just assumed I was cheating on you. I promise you, I’m not lying.” he explained, trying his best to make you believe that he was telling the truth. And you knew he was because whenever he lied, he would scrunch his nose a little; this was something you had picked up on during your marriage. You couldn’t quite comprehend it; you had thrown away the best 10 years of your life because you trusted the media over your own husband.

“Why did she make that statement then?” you remembered the words ‘he lived up to the expectations of the nickname’ stained in ink on the paper, that fucking paper.

“I don’t know, I honestly have no idea; she seemed a bit pissed off I had turned her down, so maybe she made it up to mess up my life, I don’t know YN.” he insisted, praying that you would just listen to what he was saying. He wasn’t lying, and he wished he had the chance to explain this 2 years ago. “But I promise you, I never cheated on you. I tried telling you, but you wouldn’t let me explain-”

“Fuck.” you whispered, feeling your heart sinking. You had thrown away 10 years of marriage over a lie. And now you were finding out, with no idea how to take the information or what to do next. “I- Rog. I am so sorry.”

“No, Y/N, the only person who should be sorry is the media and that woman. I just wish I had the chance to explain before we split”

“I know. I wish I gave you the chance, I-I don’t know what to say. 10 years, thrown away.” you tried to put sentences together, but you were left speechless. On the brim of tears, you tried to hold them back but you just felt so stupid. It all made sense.

“I-I missed you so much, YN, I never stopped loving you. I wish I could say I was happy for you with Mike, but I still love you-“

“Hold on, you think I’m married to Mike? N-no, Roger, hunny. H-he just lives with me, he’s a close friend who offered to help look after the kids after I started struggling. I swear, I tried so hard to move on, but I haven’t. I cant. I hate to admit it, but I still love you; far more than I maybe should after what I believed.” you admitted, letting the tears spill down your cheeks in defeat. What were you to do now? Was it as easy as just getting back together? What do you tell the children; they’re father didn’t actually do anything wrong? “I- what do we do?”

“You mentioned that Freddie told you to give me a chance to explain. Well, Freddie made me promise to try, no matter how hard I had to, try and fix what went wrong. Take every chance I could to reignite the relationship. So, if you’ll let me, I want to try again; we can go slow, just a few dates to try and restart everything, and work towards it. But I love you, YN, and we can make this work again” he sounded so confident, sure that it would work. And maybe you were a bit reluctant to try again, what if it happened again and that time it was true. But it didn’t matter, you both still loved each other too much to dismiss this. You promised Freddie, and restarting your relationship with Roger may change your life for the better; since you had divorced, you had suffered some awful experiences. Roger could bring back the old you.

“I-uh, I think I’d like that.” you grinned, releasing yourself from the pain that had been holding you back all these years. It couldn’t hurt to just go on a date with him. He took you into his arms, holding your whole body close to his, so close that you could feel his heart beating rapidly. Rogers face came close to yours, his breath warm against your skin as you kept eye contact. His enticing, blue eyes flicked up and down, landing on your lips every now and again, moving his hand to place it flush against your reddened cheek.

“C-can I kiss you?” he whispered, praying you would say yes. He’d missed your touch so much, he wasn’t sure if he could wait and longer. And you didn’t leave him waiting; you connected your lips to his immediately, pressing them flush against his plump, slightly chapped lips. It was as if your whole body was set alight, heat and passion spreading through your body in a rush. You felt the whole world around you fall away. It was slow and gentle, soothing in ways that words could never be. Yet still so erotic and passionate, after 2 years of no contact with the man who made you feel high desire. You couldn’t let him go now, your feelings of lust and infatuation confirmed with this one, single kiss.

“I promise I am never letting you go again.” he mumbled, resting his forehead gently against yours as he caught his breath. You too having to catch your breath, as you were left breathless from the sudden moment of passion.

You mentally noted that promise, because you never wanted him to let you go again. You wouldn’t let him.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #queen #roger #taylor #angst

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scarlettkat86 · 4 years

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FC5 GFH Tag!

Tagged by @chyrstis ty bb💜

My brain instantly emptied when I saw this tag. Hopefully I got it working enough to give y'all Lo as a GFH.

Loralai Dale Jones (GFH)

With Fangs for Hire

Boomer: "Bebee booms!" "Who's the bestest boy? You are!"

Peaches: starts singing pussy cat by bridge city sinners

"How bout a treat for that catitude eh? Wouldn't wanna end up like those peggies."

Cheeseburger: *offers hand and ear scratch* "hope you don't mind some fruits for a snack, I'd like to see you around for a long time big guy"

"hey cheesie, think I could ride on your back into battle? No?"

With other Guns for Hire

Sharky: *checking him out as he joins the team* "dammit, forgot my 'caution: wet floor' sign"

*high fives and secret handshake before shouting "team loshaw in the house!"

*sharky turns on radio. Set those sinners free starts playing.* "this is such a Johnny Cash knock off but goddamn it's good." * Starts singing off key and slaps his hand before he can turn it off.*

Adelaide: "Hey Ads, why's Jacob not on the 'any hole' list?"

*if adelaide is talking bad of hurk jr* "I'm all outta Bitch b gone spray, but these hands can show you what happens when you don't have anything kind to say."

"Im 100% certain I didnt need that image. Now I can't go back to the marina."

Jess *after watching her stealth kill a chosen and two judges in seconds* "I think you're lady boner is showing."

*while waiting* "You know sometimes I wish you'd talk more, but I'm learning the beauty of being one with natur-" *one of Jess' arrows hit the tree beside her head* "Fuck. I don't know if I'm afraid or horny right now. Both. I think both." Jess smirks, barely visible, but its there.

Nick Hey nick, wanna make a deal? *scratches beard* "Depends what you got in mind"

"Free flying lessons in exchange for painting a giant dick onto John's plane?" She rambles on about her plan and he agrees.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I found some of that old baby stuff the peggies took in a bunker a while back, tell Kim I'll be by this weekend."

Hurk Jr. Always greets her as ElDeeJay *finger guns* "Hurkinator!"

After a fight* Hurk runs over to her "Are you alright amigo?" *clutches scrape on her head* "first of all, did you see that peggie get launched? Amazing, and i think he's still in the tree!! Secondly, don't ever aim that rocket near me again or I'll throw you off a cliff."

Grace: *first time meeting her* "wow, you're gorgeous."

"sick shot! Think you could give me lessons?"

"I can sense your an honest person. Glad to have you at my back."

In combat:

•seeing an enemy: "the big ones mine."

•sneaking: "one two Lo is coming for you..."

•killing an enemy: "this never gets easier." "It's my life or yours!" "Think I strik have brain on my boots. Disgusting."

•Reviving: "I'll be there lickety split!" "You're not dying on my watch."

•Hurt: "sonofabitch!!owww." "I'm fine, it's just, a scratch." "Come on! Push through the pain, just a few more."

•Downed: "Take your time, I've got all day. Just bleeding out here." "Fuckfuckfuck" *vision blackened* "I don't see a light. That's.. that's a good thing, right?"

Driving:

If asked to drive: "Buckle up mother fuckers!" "You can totally trust me behind the wheel."

Reckless driving: "cheese on a cracker!" "Who the fuck taught you to drive? A blind man?" "Watch out, I don't want to meet a fiery death at the bottom of a cliff!"

•Changing the radio stations:

Faith's music *exaggerated yawning* "Nope, no, nein, I can't."

*oh John while riding with grace. Making up lyrics* Oh lawd!! Beauty and Grace! She's putting bullets in each and every peggies face!"

Idle:

• If you haven't tried Chad's grill, you've gotta. Don't be put off by the whole roadkill thing. It's fresh, it's delicious. Here feeds the whitetails. I mean have you seen Eli? That's a piece of meat I could sink my teeth into...."

•I wasn't born here in Montana, don't remember much of Tennessee. I do remember always going for hikes to local waterfalls or fishing with my dad there. Was a little more dense, a little less serene... man, I wish he'd of had a chance to see this place.

•Can't stand sitting around. Anyone wanna go for a run? No one?

Location specific:

•In the Whitetail Mountains: "Nothing makes my skin crawl quite like those wolf beacons. Faith has nothing on Jacob when it comes to psychological horrors."

•At Fall's End: So glad to see this place outta John's hands. Im not much for religion but I try to stop by to see Pastor Jerome often. Mans got some interesting stories from his time in service, and history of Hope County.

•Near any Clutch Nixon mission: Greatest or stupidest stuntman of all time. I tried the Baptism of fire one time. Lost an eyebrow, took two years for the burnt hair on the side of my head to grow back normal and broke my arm but man. It was thrilling.

Tagging: @goodboiboomer-fc5 @wewillryesagain @minilev @theblissburns @nightwingshero @jacobmybeloved if yall wanna.. sorry for any double tags, maybe you have a 2nd fc5 oc to share? No obligations though! I took... forever to find this in my drafts :/

#fc5 #oc: loralai dale jones #dep as a gfh #tag #long post #sorry no access to desktop rn #can't believe i forgot about this

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wafflii · 4 years

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Things your OC would say as a GFH

Rules: Post 10-15 phrases your OC would say if they were a gun for hire in FARCRY5! then tag someone that has an OC to do this!

Got tagged by @ja-crispea, thank you dearie ♥

Laurie Evelynn Whitley

Think we can get a beer after this outpost?

Nice shot! Wish my ex knew how to handle things properly...

Think we can bring Peaches too? I love that beautiful cat... She tears through Peggies like knife through butter.

One would think these guys are taught manners, and how to keep a beard in a proper shape.

If we get to John, can I get a jab at him before you do your thing with him? Pretty please?

(With Peaches) Oh hello darling! You looks so beautiful today! Is that blood on your face? Here, lemme help you with it. *Proceeds to wipe it off with her hands.*

(With Sharky) Sharky... please no more fire. I am giving you my gun, I don’t want to get accidentally burnt to a crisp...

(Deputy getting into a helicopter.) Yepp okay, I’ll meet you there.

A little help here? Think I’ve got a bullet in the thigh... Yepp, this is definitely blood!

Yeah about Jacob and the mountains... I’m watching your back, and you mine. I don’t want him anywhere near me.

Dakota Diane Rook

I think I did okay! *Explosions in the background.*

All right, we escaped unhurt once! And... then we hurt ourselves on the way home...

(With Cheeseburger) Hello baby! Who’s the bestest around these mountains? Yes you are! *Kisses him on the nose.*

That bitch tried to blast me with his shotgun, so I showed him my knife!

Fucking Peggies... Looking for trouble, even when you’ve kicked their asses like dozens of times.

Can we get back to the Den in like... Twenty minutes? Yeah I uh... Might have a date with Eli. I’m not sure, he said he wants to show me something near a waterwall and y’know he’s so handsome and cute and -- Okay, don’t look at me like this! A girl can dream!

Get me to the Veteran Centre, I’m kicking that old man Seed’s ass!

Just for the record, I didn't start this fight!

(With Sharky) Light it up, Boshaw!

I might be on the ground, bitch! But I can still bite your fucking ankle!

#Laurie Evelynn Whitley #Dakota Diane Rook #FC5 #oc #tag

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lady-plantagenet · 4 years

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A Bygone Era - Chapter 6.

A fictional account written by me of Lady Isabel Neville’s life told through the points of view of her and those who knew her.

Points of views so far include: Anne Beauchamp Countess of Warwick, Lady Anne Neville, George Duke of Clarence, Lady Isabel Neville and Richard Neville Earl of Warwick

R&R, if you please<3

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15th August 1469

The Ladies of Warwick would grow tired in the coming days. Anticipation layed claim to their blood like a merciless tyrant, confounding all senses and transfiguring the muted colours of the garden into short sharp bursts of violets and reds unfolding their eyes, as their imaginations were left to run wild.

No woman was more well-versed in the practice of biding one’s time in dignity than the Countess herself. Her hands would be bound to the busy business of adorning her daughters’ sleeves. The mind would set itself upon matters of feoffee to uses . As a young girl, the needs of the heart would be met through the valiant deeds immortalised in The Grail Stories, her tired index finger tracing each engraved line for semblances of her husband’s character in De Boron’s poesies. Fodder for girlish fancies that now lay in the shallow grave of her youth, made colder with each miscarriage wrought on her person.

Her daughters trailed behind her as they left the resplendent terraces for the vaulted chambers, just as the sext sun began to claim its highest throne. The silks from their gowns flashed behind them like straggling snakes made subserviant footmen, occasionally overlapping in clashes of colour. Fresh bristol silk as red as the maiden’s hair, somber foliage patterned on crane-coloured satin for the mother and Indigo brocade dripping in richness and detail for the Duchess who would not deign it any other way.

Isabel’s boudoir at Warwick possessed an inverted ceiling, which made it a favourite backdrop for her daughters when they played at castles. It was their third place of repose for the day already, and one that would well shield their complexions from browning.

Anne was sat close to the oriel window, busily attending to the wrinkles of her labour - a baby’s smock. The green and murrey stitches, straighter than any stitches that had ever preceded them, glistened in the summer sun like cool jewels against the fire of her hair. She smiled gleefully.

Isabel, congruous to her usual character, made her pace slow and when finally appearing before them, had her hand placed visibly over her flat stomach as if two days shy of confinement. Her long dark hair shifted freely under the bare confinement of a frontlet emanating the carriage of the Virgin herself.

Anne eager to please held out to Isabel the flimsy cloth ‘Issy, tell me you like it, there you may have not noticed I added a little bear cub, can you make its likeness?’

Isabel propped her feet upon their father’s stool with a flourish before accepting the offering with delayed movement. She held it against the sun, nails critically grazing the handiwork for fault.

A daughter dark and pale with fashionable sadness in sage eyes, another with skin of honey and milk and hair like copper, full of vitality and goodness, as she. Had I not known them better I would have thought Isabel fit for mother’s old title of Gloucester and Anne, a bride for Clarence. They once seemed like the sun and moon. Annet felt a certain fondness for her new son-in-law, as much she would begrudgingly admit if held to question, but now that Isabel was free to take to him as a lawful wife, she started seeing vestiges of his hopefulness and flamboyance take root in her.

‘Daughter dear, how sure are you of your being with child?’ asked Annet ‘Only a week passes since your monthly course was due’

Isabel retrieved the smock to Anne, a brief inclination of her head conveying enough gratitude to inspire reassurance in Anne, just. The frock did little such for the Countess. ‘As to your knowledge, father and George tarried in Calais near a week after we were wed. I can assure that the nights we had as man and wife were spent most fruitfully. If a child had not been begotten already, it would defy the workings of god and nature’

Annet shot a look at Anne, who was desperately trying to trap the giggles in her throat, but with little success. ‘Isabel, you need not blaspheme and above that, being a woman wed does not entitle you to such vulgarity’.

Isabel stared back at her and redness took root over blanched features. She was once again her teenaged daughter, who would not have dreamed of retorting back to her mother.

‘What have you taken to amuse yourself with today?’ asked Annet willing a motherly warmth remedy her tongue.

Isabel produced some papers, the wax of the scarlett seal bearing two crows and a lion was unbroken.

‘Are you truly planning on reading George’s letters to us for the third time?’ Jested Anne. Annet smirked in hidden gratefulness for the opportune timings of Anne’s defiances when they rarely did arise.

‘This is new news. Fresh news. A messenger brought it some hours past. If you both determine to be this way then I see no reason to share its contents’ she said with newfound boldness.

‘Go on then Isabel’ prodded Annet patiently

‘ Dear Heart,

I write to you a jubilant husband eagerly bequeathing unto you the bestest of news. Your father and I have captured Edward and are but a day’s ride from Warwick. Edgecote Moor is proof enough that God smiles upon our work and your uncle at Olney has now given us my brother. I think it would amuse you much to see our Edward fallen into the guise of our prisoner, his hands bound and unable to wright any more mischief upon this kingdom. I have mentioned to your father that the Oubliette would do perfectly, but he thinks me jesting and will not entertain the suggestion.

I once again say that my only regret is that you were not there beside me to witness for yourself the cries of ‘A Warwick! A Clarence’ as we rode through Kent and even London, though they say the South loves Edward. As you know Sir John Conyers was slain in the melée, which may be the only regret I carry with me, having found the northerner rebel’s loyalities most touching. Withall, it is now more certain than ever that you will be Queen. Engage in your revelries as you ought to as you shall be the finest and most beloved’

Isabel pressed the letter to her chest and drew a deep breath smiling blissfully . The theatrics of the gesture ran deep and true, even Annet admitted to herself, seeing an unusual raise in her daughter’s hooded eyes. They were now the Despencer green. Annet noticed from a wandering shimmer that escaped the window, how sprightly a new wife’s eyes could be.

The reminding realisation of her daughter’s youth once more hit her with a blunt fervour. She thought that perhaps, innocence indeed trumped experience in virtue, for the latter’s lesser value never stilted the joy of the former. She remembered all too well the pangs of emotion she felt when reading her husband’s triumphant war letters in what felt like another era, however, it was never like this.

She only saw the children who a season past were sneaking bonbons from the pantry now playing at war and crowns. Unjaded and unfortified hearts are liberal in their joys which, however much they rival the shallowness of a horse trough, also have it in them to overcome the Pennines with hope alone.

‘Ah Anne, when I am Queen you shall be joined in the second to the best match in Christendom’ Annet heard Isabel say and knew better than to ask who Isabel in fact considered the foremost eligible suitor.

‘Oh truly Issy?’ Asked the hopeful child

‘Yes. Gloucester’s cowardice will be forgotten like a dandelion would readily its pappus’ Isabel passed to Anne her unguent so that she may too pride herself with soft hands, within lay crushed amethysts among a cornucopia of older herbs. ‘A French prince perhaps, now I never much liked them, however, father says it is an important country to appease. Calais claims more of your childhood than it did mine. One only need hear your French. It even surpasses mine, I daresay unsurprisingly so’

Annet raised an eyebrow at that, in surprise as much as in amusement. She did not think she would hear Isabel admit that Anne could best her in anything, while still here on earth.

‘Thank you dear sister, I am readily committed to forget Richard. Tell me, how can one brother so valiantly cross the channel in defiance of the king for love, whereas the other would not even dare ask him twice?’ Edward, the cold calculating king, denier of love, prohibitor of the happy marriage. My, what a fanciful image these two weave.

‘I would tell you if I knew Annie’ chuckled Isabel shaking her dark head in disbelief ‘Richard clearly would rather his brother than a wife he loves. If I were you I’d say “good riddance”’

Hands tightened around the stout wooden arms of the Countess’ chair while an errant foot involuntary kicked at the rushes freeing a herbal scent. ‘Truly, had cat’s brain been slipped into your porridges this morning?’ She noticed both her daughters suddenly veering their faces away from each other and towards her, startled by her exclamation.

‘Gloucester was not yet a man when Clarence first defied the king, what would you have a twelve year old do, Isabel? I know that to attempt to veto your musings would be in vain, but you are no Queen yet and as such must not alienate anyone of the house of York, not in thought nor in deed’

Isabel nodded quietly, Annet saw in her face the crestfallen expression George wore the five years past. Wide eyes sparked with dismay rather than dulled by contrition or diminished pride. ‘Yes, we have all seen the French price of loyalty. Jesus wept, you think any of this I did not know before? As you said, let me muse in peace’

Just as in St Omer, a curtain of silence swept over the room only to be availed by the Sunday tintinnabulations of the bells in St Mary’s Church. The peal of Anne’s voice added to the chorus, ‘But this letter dates three days past. Why are they not here?’

It would be like George to sacrifice clarity for flare. ‘Best read the rest’, prodded Annet

‘Very well then’, Isabel conceded

’ Beloved one, I bid you goodnight presently at Kenilworth where I tarry for a day in the dispensation of justice. Two snakes heads are to be taken off by matins tommorow, they are those of the witch’s father and brother John - married to your aunt Katherine. I believe that is explanation enough for why though I am near, you must wait a day or two to rejoice in my return -‘ the letter slipped unceremoniously through stunned fingers.

Annet was at once at her side ‘Isabel! Isabel!’, she shook her by the shoulders freeing her raven hair from its frontlet and into the pallour of her face.

‘I did not want this mother’ she whispered faintly behind a shaking fist ‘What would god think, what would-. Oh jesus, have mercy on us’

‘God smiles upon them’ Annet found herself quoting George ‘he is the almighty and the Queen’s kin would not have been put in their path if he willed it any different’. Hands were now placed about her daughter’s collar as if she were a horse caught in a storm needing to be steadied.

‘You would say the same for my grandfather of Salisbury. That god willed him lynched and cut down, rotting in the squalor of Wakefield?’ She would have drawn her hand indignantly to her chest had her mother not enclapsed her wrists into a steely grip.

Soothing her daughter, she realised, had all the wisdom of a cripple instructing a mute on how to walk. Annet briefly looked away. She, the cripple here, was unsettled rather than horrified. Yes, feeling naught for a man and his young son being strung up like poultry is unsettling.

Have I no heart, have I relived this moment too many times, just to find that everything that is to be felt, I felt, yet none the wiser for that?

‘I would not. That you do know perfectly well. Now, your father has done great good. His place in God’s kingdom is assured. Clarence is young, he has many more years to uncover the long, winding road. As for you, you have no part in this. Your soul is not tarnished, worry not for yourself- selfish practice it would be if you did’

Pale green eyes stared back into hers streaked with bronze. Anne was ever more a joy to her than Isabel, the bond was obvious. But in moments like this, her attentions covered aught but Isabel in their griefs and worries. ‘If you’d only know mother! It was George’s path that placed exclusively into my consideration. Father as well, but certainly not myself and my soul. I think of my wretched powerlessness. On how often I will find myself able to do nothing to ensure that George may walk the golden path with father when the time comes - that even before that he will be cursed here on Earth like a Henry Fitz-Empress’

The Countess stood up, the crane-coloured thistles in her skirts gathered around her like a ghostly garden against the windowed backdrop of a coming storm. ‘Oh but there is much to do. Be his wife and love him, be England’s Queen and keep its peace, bear the King a son and secure his succession. Do this and there will be no more deaths. I vow this to be true’.

‘Lo- mother, sister, the King!’ shouted Anne across the room. The warm wind from the Campion hills was in conflict with the sudden onpour, noisily banishing the raindrops to the windows in opaque watery blankets. Annet did not need to be with her husband and attendants below to know that the gravel was still hot. She could make Clarence’s likeness: the rider of the black destrier whose curls streaked golden by the sun stood on one end. Her husband’s return she saw not with the eyes but felt instinctively. Her eyes would not have demasqued the downcast man for the king had he not so towered above all the others.

‘Isabel, tidy yourself your ki -‘ no, brother by marriage. For heavens sake, what to call him? ‘ Edward is here’ she finally settled on.

Isabel was looking too, the Byzantine garnet pendant she was gifted by George as a wedding night gift, claimed what little light came from outside in its opulence. Her face showed no sign of duress and no sign of tears. Annet sighed with contentment and now relief for Isabel’s imperturbable exterior, how she would have hated a crying daughter. One to remind her every waking hour that she was no son.

A white bolt of silk was fashioned onto Isabel’s head into a chaperon and they made their way down to the great chamber for their last excursion about the castle. The three men passed the threshold and when the women curtseyed, the befudled Countess thanked chance they came at once as none of them knew for whom the deference should be intended.

Isabel was the first to rise, greeting George as a wife. A wife’s devotal duty. Surely none could gainsay her for bypassing the King .

Any neutrality was however broken when George in spite of- or rather because of- his brother’s presence drew Isabel towards him pressing his lips lingeringly against hers.

The King did not need to do more than narrow his dark eyes, and fear was struck into the walls themselves. The stalwart grey stone which saw all their childhoods and marriages unfolded, all but this giant of a man, who in them saw nothing but the betrayal that had passed against kings. No two kings were as different as Edward IV and Edward II whose Sir Gaveston was sentenced to die in this very castle. Yet fate is wrought with irony.

‘Cousin, welcome to Warwick Castle’ said The Countess who was in no mood for a confrontation regarding honorifics . ‘I have made ready your lodgings at Caesar Tower. As soon as it started to rain I bid the servants prepare a bath, if you please’

The morose nod he then gave was greater confirmation of his capture than any tied rope could have given.

As he was escorted away, she fell into her husband’s arms in a strange variation of their reunion customs. ‘Is it done?’

‘I know my clever Annet better than to ask which you did mean- the deposition or the executions’ The Earl joked, cracked lips forming a warm smile ‘Yes, the deed is done’.

Drops fell into his collar as he shook his head at George, clucking, who instead chose his plain tattered boots as his focus ‘For the love of Christ George, I know you did add that to your letter to Isabel. I told you: platitudes and naught else should be there. Have you spared any though on-‘

George met his eyes and answered with, ‘Thought on what? That news would get out and Edward would find out?’ The smirk that gathered, sat as naturally on his soft lips as a dagger in a babe’s hand.

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22268239/chapters/57406180

#I wrote this #wars of the roses #isabel neville #george of clarence #historical fiction #edward iv #historical accuracy #criticisms are as welcome as compliments #the white queen #richard neville #a bygone era #written by me #anne neville #anne beauchamp #margaret of york #apparently links do not show up in tags

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ssaalexblake · 5 years

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cm final season ideas that are Super Amazing(tm)

each ep is a different au, but not potentially good au’s like a period piece or a supernatural story. It’d be things like sheep farmer au’s (somebody is sheep rustling, the b-aaaaaaaa-u farm profiles their culprit to save the day), trucker au (there is a trucker killer on the loose! the B-A_U_Turn gang must figure out which of their colleagues is a mass murderer!) or an Everybody works as a doorman (doorperson?) for a different apartment building on an absurdly wealthy street, they get together every friday for a poker game (the behavioral poker unit) where they put on their crime solver hats and try to figure out who murdered old john smith in the penthouse.

an entire episode from the perspective of Roxy the dog. She is her own hero, views the entire team as her fairly incapable side-kicks, except Luke, who is Obviously The Best Human. the bestest(tm).

One of those Truly Terrible faux documentary episodes where it’s from the perspective of the film maker, each team member brushes them off with varying degrees of rudeness except for Garcia and Reid, who go into their interviews with cheery confusion and leave having accidentally brutally embarrassed themselves. Film maker inevitably gets kidnapped by bloodthirsty murderer. The show painfully tries to convince the audience maybe they won’t be saved b/c the team hates them, it’s annoying, the team save the filmmaker. The documentary sucks, the filmmaker expresses sorrow for not catching their own kidnapping on film. A bunch of the ppl the bau had caught are interviewed. It’s wild.

Prentiss, JJ, Tara and, somehow, Garcia, are pinned down in a corner and almost out of ammo while being shot at by at least ten bad guys, they’re staring emotionally at each other as if to convey deep emotions of love and sisterhood in the last moments of their lives, truly expecting to die in mere seconds. UNTIL one of those tacky movie shots where suddenly every female character ever on the team appear together on screen, guns blazing and save the day (all the dead ones are there too, nobody mentions this is odd). This scene, naturally, makes up for all the ways women have been shat on in the show b/c Girl Power(tm).

Every single team member is head over the heels in love with another team mate, but like, nobody is ever in requited love. They all love the wrong people. Prentiss cries nightly over JJ while she cries over Reid and Reid cries over Luke and Luke cries over Garcia and Garcia cries over Matt who cries over Tara who cries over Prentiss. (and yeah i wrote all that and forgot Rossi entirely please do not mention it he loves his pasta)

the jet pilot is a serial killer and the team never noticed and i will stop wanting this plot line to happen some time after i am dead.

an entire episode dedicated to junior bau, all the kids work behind the parents’ back to solve a case. Henry is ring leader and Matt’s eldest is his Rossi figure, his second son is the lead interrogator. The twins are the brains of the operation. Little Michael is the tech genius. Joy Rossi wonders when she became part of a crime solving team of under tens and also how she somehow is Not the one in charge.

Agent Grant Anderson, steadfast BAU SA is murdered. The team is out for vengeance but also they cannot ever find any pencils ever again because Anderson is the only one who knew where they all were.

the bau is shut down and in protest rossi starts his own FBI and reinstates the unit out of his basement for nostalgia reasons, i mean they all also get arrested for impersonating federal agents but it’s cool.

they all just go on vacation. No deaths, crime, or pathological behavior happens. Prentiss jet skis, Tara destroys Luke at every game ever made, Matt, too nice to abandon Kristy to all their kids takes the whole fam with him, C H A O S. JJ eats a lobster. Garcia pets a cat. Reid sky dives. Luke gets too drunk and gets a holiday shame tattoo of a chihuahua he has to hide forevermore. Not one sad thing happens.

Last episode??? The last scene is a shot of Gideon waking up in bed as if from a nightmare. He’s about to go back to work in the bau again after those 6 agents died in the bombing, but suddenly changes his mind because of the dream, buys another cabin in the middle of nowhere instead and attempts to find and photograph vultures in the wild. It was all a dream and everybody lived happily ever after!!! The end!!!!!

#cm shit #i'm back on my cm bullshit tonight apparently #welcome to my bad and scathing plot ideas!!!! yes i WAS dragging a certain new marvel movie up there #these are all terrible ideas and i should warn u #i would legit watch every single one of them.

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I would like to hear more about Jacks's dynamic with Chrysi's cats (and possible her niece as well 030 )

OKAY, IM SO GLAD U ASKED BECAUSE I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FUN LITTLE FAMILY HERE.

EMERY:

she’s a little mastermind, okay. she manipulates him constantly and he’s not aware of it because he’s so caught up in the thought process of, “this is chrysi’s little niece?? a little chrysi??? she’s annoying, but i have to hang out with her so chrysi thinks i’m a good boyfriend.” meanwhile emery’s gotten him to do about thirty embarrassing things more than he would’ve done had he not been too busy thinking about impressing chrysi. they’re actually best friends though, and jacks is her emergency contact at the school.

she WILL tease him endlessly though. the time when poison accidentally drugged jacks + jacks was caught up in “puppy love”? emery searched endlessly for a little outfit that looked suspiciously like this:

(the red and black striped things are socks)

jacks was (understandably) humiliated. but chrysi loves the outfit, so he wears it for her 😔

CRAYON:

both the bane of his existence and his favorite cat ever. it depends on the day. crayon will hiss and bat at jacks, but he rarely ever uses his claws on him—so that’s pretty cool. PLUS, crayon REALLY likes the way jacks scratches under his chin. yes, it’s nice when chrysi or emery do it, but jacks has perfect form while petting crayon. none of them know what it is that’s unique about jacks, but they aren’t about to fight over it.

(he’s a calico cat w grey patches btw!)

JOHN (JOHANNA):

she’s ambivalent towards jacks and jacks feels similarly about her. they’ll both exist in the same room silently and they don’t seek each other out. this does mean that jacks will be working in his study, gets up to grab a book, and YELPS because apparently john has just been. sitting there. on his bookshelf. she just blinks at him and stretches out over his books and doesn’t get up when he tries to grab one from underneath her.

… actually, now that i think of it, i think john dislikes jacks. she just happens to be very, very petty. she’s REALLY good at psychological warfare. i’m pretty sure only emery knows the extent of john’s hatred for jacks.

(john’s name is originally johanna, but it got shortened to joan, which turned into john. now she just goes by john. she’s a brown tabby cat)

ACE (ACETAMINOPHEN):

this cat adores jacks in the most annoying way possible. where john perfectly chooses her times to be annoying, ace will simply just be like, “oh, this room is mine??? all mine and my very bestest friend’s??? all these books and papers????? a nappy time place????? a bed????? all for me and him???? oh, joy!!!” and jacks is trying his hardest to get him out of his study. it does not work. jacks resigns himself to working on the floor. ace decides he wants to help jacks work. jacks hates it.

ace is a very sweet and cuddly cat, so whenever jacks feels ill or i decide to be mean to him and curse him, he’ll curl up beside him and try to purr and help jacks heal up quicker.

(ace is a very big tuxedo cat. he looks like the cat in the hat decided to get on all fours for the day and trot around the house. it’s very unsettling at times, and it doesn’t help that ace has about 4+ pounds of fluffy fur on him to add to his size.)

#.asks #s.chrysijacks #IVE GOT THOUGHTS OKAY #m.filly✨

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 10 months

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eat your young

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z6jTEXA by R3B3L one impala, one big brother, one little brother, and the angel that lay there protecting them all. Words: 18372, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Ash (Supernatural), Mary Winchester, Bela Talbot, Ruby (Supernatural), Gordon Walker, Samuel Campbell, Meg Masters, Lilith (Supernatural), Nancy Fitzgerald Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Ruby/Sam Winchester, Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer & Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural) & Original Female Character(s), John Winchester & Reader, John Winchester & Original Male Character(s), Jo Harvelle & Original Female Character(s), Ellen Harvelle & Original Female Character(s), Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle & Jo Harvelle, Ash/Dean Winchester, Ash & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: disgruntled moose and upset golden retrieever brothers, my bestest boy, sam never staying the same height a season, season one sam and dean supremacy, hedge hog dean era, Sad, Breakup, Taylor Swift Refrences, yes i will be altering certain songs to be out earlier fight me, golden retriever meets affectionate black cat, Gay, I promise a happy ending, but i love torturing characters, Angst, Dean Winchester Has Anger Issues, imapala baby i apologize in advance, i promise you mean everything to me stink, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Protective Sam Winchester, trickster my love, Trickster Gabriel (Supernatural), father help, Dean Winchester Will Do Anything for Sam Winchester, i apologize for anything thats wrong im new to the fnadom and new to the show, spare me, sam entering his lying era how fun, Ensue the Castiel confused face, use of the word twink, lgbtq character(s), illusions to animal death, The Winchesters Need to Use Their Words (Supernatural), Hurt Sam Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z6jTEXA

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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binnie-remade · 7 years

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92 statements tag!!

Rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

tagged by: raquel! @iloveyoojung ❤️

ok here we go!

The Last:

1. Drink - lukewarm water from a bottle i accidentally left under blazing sunlight

2. Phone call - my mamã

3. Text message - [in portuguese] “THEY PUT LEMON ON MY SUSHI”

4. Song you listened to - dracula by f(x) (i mean, technically it’s playing as i type this)

5. Time you cried - uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh it was either two days or two weeks ago............i can't tell...............

Have You Ever:

6. Dated someone twice - yep

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - yep

8. Been cheated on - nein

9. Lost someone special - uuuuh yes?

10. Been depressed - i am currently

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - YEP i cleaned the mess up afterwards tho and i remember feeling really proud of myself for wiping a toilet seat with wobbly knees and blurry vision vjuhkbbkjfdbnxd

List 3 Favorite Colors:

12-14. mmm black, white, pink/red

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made new friends - irl? not that i remember

16. Fallen out of love - ......................not yet

17. Laughed until you cried - probably but i can’t remember a specific moment

18. Found out someone was talking about you - oui

19. Met someone who changed you - OUI

20. Found out who your friends are - ,,,,yeah

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list - haven’t kissed anyone since haikyuu season 1

General:

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: everyone really! i almost automatically unfriend everyone i don’t talk to/like anymore

23. Do you have any pets: the prettiest cat!!

24. Do you want to change your name: nah i like joão too much

25. What did you do for your last birthday: i turned 18 so my best friend and two other schoolmates took me out to eat hot dogs and look at ducks and peacocks!! i love them!!!!!!!! tho later that day i had a huge fight with my dad and had to brush off the ever so familiar death wish~wonderful .......actually thinking back on it i don’t think it was on the same day,,,,,,was around that time tho

26. What time did you wake up: 8-ish am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: oh wow i can’t remember for the life of me but i was probably talking to raquel!!

28. Name something you can’t wait for: idk man some sense of peace? i know that’s a generic wish but i’m sick of fear and uneasiness and uncertainty i want to live

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: this afternoon! she left for a vacation but i’ll probably see her again on friday night

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: THE WHOLE THING

31. What are you listening to right now: kick by f(x) dfdhusgkd

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ghfdg no

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: if it take off my jacket i get cold (which makes me sleepy) but if i put it on it gets too hot dfjdshgdksgdfjg

34. Most visited website: tumblr + youtube

38. Hair color: naturally it’s like a dark brown but now it’s reddish

39. Long or short hair: medium-ish? right now it’s a little below my collarbones, though it’s layered in a strange way because of my outgrown undercut

40. Do you have a crush on someone: perhaps?

41. What do you like about yourself: my chin dimple! it’s cute!

42. Piercings: i used to have pierced ears but after several allergic reactions and an unpleasant encounter with an earring stuck INSIDE my ear lobe and thus having to be pulled out through the back over a kitchen sink, i think i’m okay. i kinda want a septum tho???!!

43. Blood type: i have no idea like i asked my mom and dad but neither of them know fdgkfdbjds tho probably an O???

44. Nickname: ervilha (pea in portuguese), fifi, mary mary, mary john cena (i made the mistake of telling my best friend what the kids from elementary school called me and now she won’t let it die), my last name, etc.

45. Relationship status: Sistar_-_Lonely.mp3

46. Zodiac: capricorn

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite tv show: i don’t really watch tv apart from cooking shows,, does anime count? if so then either zankyou no terror or oofuri

49. Tattoos: nonce at the moment!

50. Right or left handed: used to be left handed but was forced to switch to my right for some reason

51. Surgery: none yet

52. Piercings: nah

53. Sport: mariahcareyidontknowher.gif

55. Vacation: im fine being a hermit

56. Pairs on trainers: ein?

More General:

57. Eating - the greatest

58. Drinking - bestest

59. I’m about to - pee cause i’ve been sitting hear too long

61. Waiting for - the sweet release of Death™ (imma keep this answer because Same™) (shit me too)

62. Want - to pee. a hug would be nice too.

63. Get married - meh

64. Career - uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh

65. Hugs or kisses - why not both?

66. Lips or eyes - eyes

67. Shorter or taller - i don’t really care tbh but around same height?

68. Older or younger - (wait as in for like.dating?) doesn’t really matter to me personally tho an age gap wider than a year or so is where i draw the line

70. Nice arms or nice stomach - uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh neither?

71. Sensitive or loud - they’re both great!

72. Troublemaker or hesitant - i.. don’t know?

Have you ever:

74. Kissed a stranger: nah.. i mean, i kissed a free hugs guy on the cheek once while i was drunkish...

75. Drank hard liquor: does cachaça count?

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope but i’ve broken my glasses because i fell asleep on them

77. Turned someone down: not that i remember

78. Sex on the first date: who is sex i don’t know him

79. Broken someone’s heart: yah

80. Had your heart broken: yAH

81. Been arrested: JESUs no

82. Cried when someone died: i don’t think so

83. Fallen for a friend: i mean i really only end up crushing on friends so!

Do You Believe In:

84. Yourself: uuuuuuuuuuh sometimes?

85. Miracles: nah

86. Love at first sight: nein

87. Santa claus: DJFKDdfgjbdfh yah

88. Kiss on the first date: i mean why not go for it!

89. Angels: yEAh

Other:

90. Current best friend’s name: joana~~~

91. Eye color: brown

92. Favorite movie: i dont really watch movies so i can’t really pick one vdjhshjgdf

OKAY SO!! i have to tag 20 people but i don’t know that many hfdjgsdf anyway tho in return i’m tagging @intothenewworldbysnsd @ultsunny @moonzitao @anarcha-lesbian and @lunahobi ! ! ! 💗💞💓💕💝

#i keep tagging you in everything i do fhjgbfmdgds sorry if i'm being annoying!#thanks for tagging me!! i love these things aaaaaah

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itsthecelia · 7 years

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and then and then

So basically next on the journey I left Santa Fe in the afternoon on Wednesday and drove to Albuquerque to meet a friend for coffee a little after three. I haven't seen them in about a year. It is kind of crazy to think that I was in the area just a year ago. It feels like utter lifetimes. It is interesting how I am feeling more familiar than I thought I would being on the road. A lot of these cities I have passed through before and I am suddenly remembering being on this street or eating there before. Memory is a funny thing. I spend no time trying to remember those details but they are flooded in my mind when the familiar is presented. So I get to Satellite Coffee downtown ABQ around 3:30 and spend about an hour chatting with Stephanie. It was so lovely to see her and talk about life with her. She always reminds me about how I am young and how my 20′s are a time for exploration. How some of us have that travel itch and not to feel down about that sort of life. It is always refreshing to see her and spend time with her. She always helps ground me in my journey I think. Very thankful for our connection.

So after that chat I head to the next strangers house. This time I’d be going to Kristopher’s place. All I knew about him is he is 31 and he runs a podcast. Since I had a last minute show booked by Austin Morrell at Gold House in ABQ I told Kristopher I didn’t know if I’d end up spending the night at his place. We still hung out for a bit before my gig. We went to some Thai place and I ate some veggie potstickers. The place smelled like lacker and the ceilings were high. The walls were red. I didn’t get the sense that Kristopher was happy, he seemed pretty sleepy and down. It was kind of a bummer but I also understand the dynamics of a life. This is where I had walked in on his peephole of a life. He mentioned recently going through a break up. That probably had a lot to do with it. But we went back to his place and I played some music for him. He perked up a bit and was pretty impressed by my seemingly secret talent. His friend Stephany came over after awhile and her and I both talked about the nomadic lifestyle. About that itch for exploration and life experience. It was nice to be meeting and talking to people who had a more similar view on life. It was helpful for me to hear these reaffirmations because many doubts like to float into my mind. Then before long I had to head to my gig. I drove only about 10 minutes and was at the house venue Gold House. I was so stoked for this show.

I walk into the house and Austin and James were setting up. I met the dog and James cat name Kat Stevens. Me and Kat Stevens fucking bonded. He was a big orange tabby but he was sooooo sweet and cute. I finally had a face to put to the name Austin too which was great. Him and I had been corresponding via email about shows in the area for awhile. We finally got to meet in the flesh. I was slightly allured by him but also not overly hopeful about anything either. As I am sitting here I am really realizing it is so much about the people. Slowly the place filled up. Austin played his lovely ambient set. Then before I knew it, it was my turn to take the stage. I was ready and excited. People were there and they were there to listen. It was the bestest. There was a plushy dragon basket going around being filled up with donations to help support my tour. Austin made this whole thing possible for me which was fucking awesome. I was so grateful for that. Then his friend who was so fierce and fabulous went on after me. It was so dope. The whole show rocked my socks off. Everyone was super nice too. After the show was over, we all mingled and I ended up eating spicy toast and strawberries at Austin’s house at about 1:30 am. He let me stay in a guest room which was nice.

The next day he made some yummy eggs and cut up some fresh mango for me. He showed me his club house and the garden too. Then we went to Prismatic for some coffee and then I met him at Sister Bar to see where he works. I met a few of the guys that work there and ironically I met his dad there too. He, his dad, and I shared some food and talked about my travels and some of their upcoming travels. It was quaint but I was on my way to Flagstaff after awhile. I left them there at the table and headed to my car. I had about a 5 hour drive to Flagstaff AZ to make a gig I barely knew anything about.

So after being in the car for 5/6 hours, stopping at approximently three sketchy ass gas stations, and one more cup of coffee, I made it to Flagstaff. When I walked into the venue no one knew I was even suppose to be playing there tonight. I could tell it was gonna be shit. They treated me like a nobody and basically said get up there for 30 minutes and another band is booked there must have been a mistake. I knew I wasn't getting paid and I basically just wanted to play my songs and leave. So I talked to the band and told them who I was and asked them how long they would let me play. They were pretty nice about the whole thing at least. I asked the bar to shut off the music but they never did. I had to compete with not only the loud crowd but the loud music too. It was a fucking joke. Its nights like this that I question what the hell I am doing with my life. But I played my songs and then got the fuck out of there. Toward the end of my set an older man walked in and sat down with a notepad and listened closely. Before I left I went up to him to thank him for actually listening. He said his name was Uncle Don and that he was a poet. He slightly creeped me out but some of the best people do. He told me about how his wife died last year and that she was a musician. I think I reminded him of her (if she was even real). I had to leave him be though because I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

So I left the venue and checked my phone. The person I was suppose to crash with hadn't gotten back to me at all so I was a little nervous about that. My friend Zack happened to text me around that time and I started bitching about my night to him. He ended up calling me and I got to hear Zack, Sam, John, and Moovy’s voices. It helped calm me down. Zack and I bitched about our romantic (or lack there of) drama. He talked about how his girls be ghosting him and I talked about how I was too scared to make out with the people I actually want to make out with. After awhile he let me go. I drove to taco bell and realized my fate would be in a Target parking lot. I was dead tired and about to have to sleep in my car for the night. I got all my pillows and blankets into the most comfortable position I could muster, which ultimately sucked, but I dozed off. I remember questioning my entire life before falling asleep and feeling like a low life and then being too tired to care.

Then a big loud DING happened, it awoke me. I came back to my senses to realize I forgot to put my phone on silent . . . thankfully. Because Kendra messaged me being like I’m so sorry I didn't message you, my gig just got out. She also said I was good to crash if I still needed. I said yes and then drove to her house in half a daze, thankful about life working out after all. It was crazy to roll up at her place around midnight after only meeting her briefly in a coffee shop about one year ago. I asked her about her gig and how her bands were doing. We ended up talking for awhile and catching up which was pretty cool. She didn’t own many possessions and it was refreshing to see. They had just what they needed. She had a huge air mattress waiting for me and pulled it into this little side room for me. I hugged her goodnight and thanked her again for opening her space to me for the night. Then off to sleep I went. I slept pretty well actually and woke up around 10 or so. I laid in bed for awhile and could hear her boyfriend bustling around in the kitchen. I hadn't met him before and I wondered if he knew I was here. I finally mustered up the social stamina to go out and say hello.

Low and behold I had seen him the night before at the gig and didn't even know who he was the night before. I remember thinking he was super cute. Then I was like oh shit there he is in this kitchen! He recognized me and was like hey were you that girl playing at Hops on Birch last night? I said yes and then told him I remember seeing him there. It was kind of a cool moment. How small the world can be some time. He made me a cup of coffee and explained how he had to head out to his sisters graduation. He was so sweet, he had been waiting for me to wake up so he could go into the closest in the room I was sleeping to get a clean shirt. I felt kind of bad because I had been laying in there awake for like 30 minutes just preparing to be social. He didn’t mind though because he wanted to delay getting to the graduation any way. I sipped on coffee and briefly chatted with him before he left. What a nice guy. Seriously. And very attractive. What a catch. I thought about how single I was and have been. I wondered who my next boyfriend would end up being. I made myself a peanut butter bagel and ate a clementine for breakfast, hopped in the shower quick and headed downtown before I left for Phoenix. Again, I reflected about how wonderful people are. How kind and open to sharing they are. I was amazed and grateful for the kindness in peoples hearts. How they are so quick to help me, feed me, give me a place to stay. Life is beautiful thanks to the beautiful people that inhabit it.

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Happy Sunday bookworms!

Did everyone have a good weekend? Mine was low key, as my kids are now on spring break. I think I look forward to school breaks just as much as my kids because it means I am not chauffeuring my two humans around all day to and from school and extracurricular activities.

Anyways! My wrap-up this week is a pretty long one, but filled with lots of good stuff (at least I think so). I talk about some upcoming projects on Cover2CoverMom and pose a few questions to my fellow book bloggers. So pull up a chair and grab a cup of coffee/tea/wine (I won’t judge if you go with the wine) and let’s see what I had going on this past week, shall we?

*Weekly Wrap-Up is a weekly post where I feature what posts were published on the blog for the past week, any bookish/blog happenings, what I recently finished reading, what I am currently reading, what I will be reading next, noteworthy posts around the bookish blogosphere, and any interesting bookish articles I came across.

This week on the blog:

Tuesday 3/28

Top Ten Tuesday: Authors I’ve Met & A Few I’d Like to Meet

Wednesday 3/29

Kids’ Corner: Diverse Children’s Picture Books in Review (March 2017)

Friday 3/30

March 2017 Wrap-Up + Book Haul

Bookish/Blog happenings:

» I have been working on a little project and I need some help from you all ! What I need from you all is book blogger recs for bloggers who read & review predominantly within a certain genre.

For example, bloggers who read & review mostly…

• Young Adult • Middle Grade/Children’s Books • Diverse Books • Graphic Novels • Historical Fiction • Fantasy/Science Fiction • Contemporary • Thriller/Suspense • Romance • Horror

You get the idea. Keep in mind I said bloggers who read & review predominantly within these categories/genres. They do not need to review 100% within these categories/genres, but a good majority. So a blogger like myself would not fit into any of these categories because I read & review all types of books.

*Does this make any sense? Or have I lost everyone?

If you know of a book blogger who fits into any of these (or a different category/genre not listed) please leave them in the comments down below! Thanks in advance.

*I would also like to mention they won’t have to do anything, this is going to be more like a feature project :)

» I have been wanting to redesign my blog and graphics for a while now, but it is a hot mess. Basically I have no idea what I am doing. What I am struggling with the most is the graphics department. How did you all do your headers/logos and graphics? Is there some free graphics site that I do not know about?! Do you draw/design them yourselves?! Did you pay someone to do it? I wish I had the money to pay someone to do all this for me, but I can’t justify spending money on my blog when we are a one income family while I am at home with the kids. Any advice, suggestions, or direction in this would be much appreciated.

» I realized this weekend that I really need to step up my bookstagram game. I posted a picture that got over 140 likes, which hadn’t happened to me before. I know this is probably not a big deal to those of you who are used to getting hundreds (or thousands) of likes every time you post a picture, but I had never gotten over 70 likes before on a picture before. So what I want to know is, how do you juggle being active on bookstagram if you also have a book blog?

» This week I will be marathon reading to get ready for the Ohioana Book Festival that is taking place in Columbus Ohio on Saturday, April 8th. I may be a little MIA this week around the blogosphere, but fear not, I’ll be back.

What have I been reading?

*Book titles link to Goodreads

Recently finished reading:

» The Girls in the Garden by Lisa Jewell

Summary of feelings: No one is more shocked then me that I actually really enjoyed this book. If you have followed me for a while, you know that thriller novels are not my go-to books, but I kept throwing them into the mix. Girls in the Garden is one of those books where you learn about “the incident” first, then go back in time leading up to the incident. I thought the author did a great job of holding my attention the entire time. I really liked how Jewell introduced all kinds of characters/scenarios to thrown the reader off the trail. The conclusion wasn’t exactly a huge shocker, BUT it was definitely more involved and complicated then I was anticipating. Typically I don’t like when the author leaves things unresolved, but Jewell does leave a few things up in the air. I think it worked here.

*Full review to come

» The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker

Summary of feelings: I am going to venture to say that The Animators is going to be the biggest surprise of 2017 for me. This book is so much more than I was anticipating. I was anticipating a light hearted contemporary novel with friendship being a central theme. While friendship is a major theme, The Animators is NOT a light hearted read. It is very gritty and raw… definitely more of a darker novel.

I also thought this book was young adult, and it turns out that this book is very much an adult book. I think it was because the cover gave off a YA vibe to me? Anyways, The Animators has a lot of adult content that is not suitable for a young audience.

*Part of my SOKY Book Fest TBR

» Loving Vs. Virginia: A Documentary Novel of the Landmark Civil Rights Case by Patricia Hruby Powell (Illustrated by Shadra Strickland)

Summary of feelings: Loving Vs. Virginia is the Supreme Court case that legalized marriage between races. In this book, we learn about Richard & Mildred Loving, the couple behind this infamous case. Told in verse, Loving Vs. Virginia is very much the love story of Richard Loving, a white man, and Mildred, a biracial woman. I was anticipating a little more historical content, but overall, this was a very well done YA book. I must admit, I have never really read a book about interracial marriage before. The challenges that the Lovings faced was heartbreaking to read about.

I listened to the audiobook version, but I am waiting for a copy from my library to see the illustrations.

*I am definitely interested in reading a book that goes a little deeper into the history of interracial marriage, as well as challenges that interracial couples face in today’s society. If anyone has any recommendations, please let me know.

Currently reading:

» Every Single Second by Tricia Springstubb

*Part of my Ohioana Book Fest TBR

» The Magician’s Assistant by Ann Patchett

*SOKY Book Fest TBR

On deck:

» The Seventh Most Important Thing by Shelley Pearsall

*Part of my Ohioana Book Fest TBR

» Fates and Traitors: A Novel of John Wilkes Booth by Jennifer Chiaverini

*Part of my Ohioana Book Fest TBR

Around the bookish blogosphere:

» Cait @PaperFury talks about how to come up with discussion posts for your book blog → How To Think Up Discussion Post Ideas For Your Book Blog

» Ashleigh @A Frolic Through Fiction shares her favorite underrated characters →Favourite underrated characters | Some characters just aren’t appreciated enough

» Marie @Drizzle & Hurricane Books talks about the trend of series and novellas →The series and novellas trend

» Fadwa @WordWonders asks if relating to characters is a must to enjoy a book →Relating to Characters: Is it necessary to Enjoy a Book?

» Kirsty @Kirsty and the Cat Read discusses audiobooks →Discussion: What Makes A Good Audio-Book

» Drew @The Tattooed Book Geek talks about some of the downsides to book blogging →Jaded by Blogging

» Stephanie @TeacherofYA hosts her first giveaway →TeacherofYA’s Very First GIVEAWAY! (::cheers::)

*U.S Only*

» Megan @bookslayer Reads talks about book review layout →Reading & Writing Reviews // Does the layout of a review determine whether or not you’ll read it?

» Amy @NovelGossip is hosting a giveaway →Giveaway: The Breakdown by B. A. Paris #giveaway

Interesting bookish articles:

» Quiz: Which Character Are You Based On Your Astrological Sign?

*I’m an Aries, and got Elizabeth Bennett from P&P. Very fitting.

» 20 Best Books To Pick Up This April

» The World’s Highest Paid Authors

*I was actually shocked at #2… especially being paid more than J.K. Rowling?!? Was also surprised who was at the bottom of this list… Happy to see so many female authors (6 out of 14)

» Twice the fun: 9 Books featuring twins

*One of my favorite books, East of Eden, is on this list :)

» Series About the Brontë Sisters Coming Soon

*Um, yes please!

» The 50 Best Books for 11- and 12-Year-Olds

*I’ve only read 5 of these books?!?! I just added 45 books to the ole TBR

» 5 Children’s Stories That Really Freaked Us Out

*I read Coraline this past October… It definitely gave me an unsettled feeling.

» Quiz: Who’s Your Author BFF

*J.K. Rowling and I would make the bestest of friends :)

» 9 Imaginative Fairy-Tale Retellings

» 12 Images All Bookworms Can Relate To

*Yup

Whoa. That was ridiculously long. If you have reached this point, go ahead and give yourself a pat on the back.

What are you currently reading?

What will you read next?

Have a wonderful week, and happy reading

See what I #AmReading & what's on the #TBR for this week in my #WrapUp. #BookBlogger #Bookworm Happy Sunday bookworms! Did everyone have a good weekend? Mine was low key, as my kids are now on spring break.

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