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ladylooch · 2 months

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Going Home with You- Timo Meier

A/N: Just cause I love these two and Timo had a great game today and I know exactly how these two spent the rest of their day 🥰

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Inside the group of Devils WAGS, Emma stands beside Kristen Haula, looking down at the newest addition to their family. The baby is in its holder, snuggles up into Kristen’s chest. Emma can’t help but steal glances at the little bundle every so often. Every time Emma sees a baby, she tries to wrap her head around the fact that there is one of those inside of her. It hasn’t quite computed. Maybe it will at their 19 week appointment next week when they get to see the baby again.

Emma and Timo have told the team and most of their important friends and family members now. It is starting to get real. As real as the baby yawning next to her while gripping its own fingers tightly. A smile tilts the corner of Emma’s mouth up seeing the baby’s little mouth stretch in a yawn again.

“Very cute.” Emma murmurs when Kristen catches her looking.

“So cute. Makes all of pregnancy worth it.”

“I hope so.” Emma sighs, thinking back to those rough weeks in the first trimester when her body felt like it was revolting against her. “I am feeling better now.” Emma shrugs. “But my back is really killing me.”

As if on cue, her lower back tightens up and she leans forward, trying to stretch it out. A hand glides along her back, thick fingers beginning to dig into her reoccurring pain spot. Emma turns, looking over her shoulder to see Timo.

“Hi!” She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. He played so great today. She has been itching to get him into a hug since he scored early in the second period.

Timo chases her lips as she tries to press her nose into his shoulder. She tilts her head back, capturing his full mouth. His tongue is gliding along the seam of her mouth as his hands press her tighter into his body. Her bump prevents her from getting any closer. She feels pressure and rumbling where her bump pressed into Timo’s stomach. She contemplates, but ultimately unsure if that is the baby or the popcorn she couldn’t stop eating during the second intermission. When her and Timo separate, she is breathless.

“Wow, yeah.” She flutters her eyes closed, feeling blushy and giddy. “Hi.”

“Hi babe.” Timo murmurs. He pecks her one more time, then focuses his hands on her lower back. Emma grips the lapels of his suit as he rubs his fingers in. It feels incredible. She bites her lip to not let out a pregnancy soaked moan. His thumbs rub stretched circles into the back of her hip bones. She rests her forehead on his sternum and he kisses the top of her head. “Do you want to wait for Nico?”

“I should. He scored too.” Emma murmurs. “You guys kept me up and moving today.” Timo chuckles.

“That’s good, after you fell asleep during the Rangers game Thursday.”

“Look, I was tired. I didn’t get my nap in like you. Some of us are working weird hours to help support their business in Switzerland.”

“This is true. My babies work so hard.” Timo nods, patting her bump. “Nico should be out in a minute. He was right behind me.”

Nico does indeed come sauntering out, hands in his pockets. He offers a hug to his sister and modestly accepts her excitement about his goal. Other than being with Timo, the best part of being in Jersey for Emma is getting to see Nico play consistently. The way this team ignites under his leadership gives Emma chills every night. Together, the three of them head out to the parking ramp. Lexi is working OT at the hospital and won’t be home until after 10:00pm tonight. Nico is going to the store to have dinner ready for her when she arrives. While Nico stops to take pictures and sign autographs for fans, Timo and Emma head home to their apartment.

Once they are there, they order some pork belly ramen and plan to continue their quest of watching all the Marvel movies together on Disney+. Next up is Captain America: Winter Solider. Curled up under a blanket with Timo Meier is the only place in the world Emma wants to be. She can barely watch the movie because she is so focused on how good Timo’s body feels resting against her. Her pregnant body begins swirling with hormones, inducing thoughts of saddling up right here and giving him his reward now rather than waiting for the end of the night.

Her cheek perches on his pec. Her gaze drags off the TV to the tie of his sweatpants. Her hand moves down from where it was wrapped around his back, gliding along those ties and pulling them apart. Timo’s head turns away from the TV, lips ghosting over her head, watching her hand slide into the waistband of his cotton pants. Her palm glides down his shaft as it thickens in her grasp. She pumps him a few times, squeezing as she does so. Timo’s hand on her hip slides down the back of her yoga pants, gripping her bare ass.

It isn’t long before their pants are gone, shirts still on, as Emma bounces up and down on Timo’s cock. Her head falls back towards the ceiling, nipples pebbling against his callused palms as he holds her swollen breasts under her shirt. Emma is loud as she comes, stretched and used by his powerful body tonight.

“Ah.” Timo grimaces when her last wave releases them both. Emma steadies herself with her hands on his abdomen. “That hurt my ass a bit.”

Emma tilts her head to the side, looking utterly fucked out, not comprehending the issue.

“Hm?”

“My butt hurts from the shot I blocked.”

“Oh.” She rushes trying to get off him. Timo grips her hips tightly.

“No, no, no.” He murmurs, then drifts his eyes down to her belly. She looks so obviously pregnant right now with their baby. It stirs him inside her even as he just filled her up. “Wanna look at you like this some more.” So there she stays, until she absolutely cannot avoid getting off him to go to the bathroom.

Timo is in bed when she is done. She comes out of the bathroom, smiling at the new panties and pajama pants he has waiting for her on her side of the bed. She slides them on, then gets into bed with him. She curls into his side, ignoring the pregnancy pillow that she itches to wrap around and under her too. She will eventually, but right now she wants to feel all of him against her. Timo rolls onto his side as she maneuvers a leg through both of his. Her socked feet tangle with his in the middle of their California King.

“How is your butt now?”

“It’s sore. Gonna have a sick bruise. Probably already do.”

“You think?” Emma murmurs. She shifts up, looking over his back and pulling his sweatpants and underwear down. He has a definitive reddish and purple mark from the puck. Emma cringes then leans forward and puts her lips on his butt cheek, kissing him softly. Timo’s ass tightens in surprise under her mouth.

“Whew, damn, babe. Warn a dude before we start doing butt stuff.” He jokes as she rolls back into her previous position after replacing his clothes. His palm slides across her bump immediately, settling in for his nightly hold of their child.

“I hope you cleaned that cheek good in the shower.”

“Scrubbed it hard.” He murmurs, eyes shut. Emma leans forward, kissing his chin, then along his jaw until he starts kissing her neck. He sucks her skin in, rolling it over in his mouth. “How is your back?”

“I can’t do another round. Gave you everything I got.”

“Mmm, okay.” He agrees, halting his nibbling of her neck. He lays his head back on the pillow, scanning her face. “I am already missing you.” He confesses, speaking about his upcoming West Coast road trip. It’s about a week, but will drag on due to the large time difference.

“How are you feeling about San Jose on Tuesday?”

“Um…” He trails off, running a finger along her chest, over the swells of her full breasts. “Weird?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Like I’m excited to go back but also a bit nervous.”

“I’m sure the fans will welcome you back. They loved having you there for so long. You grew up there.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking lost in thought.

“But coming here was a good move for you.”

“For us….” He smiles then leans forward to kiss her.

“Us? What, you’re finally going to admit you picked Jersey for me?” Emma murmurs.

“Yeah, babe. Of course I did.” He strokes her hair. “Did I think this is where we would be a year after my trade? No.”

“How disappointing…?” Emma trails off, looking at the red spot on his neck where his shoulder pads rub at him. She leans forward, kissing the irritated skin.

“How lucky.” He corrects her. “This is everything, Em. Means nothing without you now.” He pauses. "I used to... imagine... in San Jose that one day, you would be waiting for me there after the game to go home with." He breathes in deeply. "But you never were. And I think that stung a few times last year, but it's because we were meant to have this instead. This life." He presses into the baby harder. "I love you so much, Em."

A smile curls along Emma’s lips as tender tears build in her eyes. She sighs happily, pressing her forehead against the heartbeat in his thick neck. Timo strokes his fingers over her back, resting his nose in her hair. Emma runs her hands under Timo’s t-shirt to cup the bare skin of his muscular back.

“I love you, babe. I loved our day too.” Emma whispers.

“Me too, baby. Good night.”

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#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fan fiction

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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AU where Mulder and Scully meet on karaoke night at a bar.

The other day I had an idea for a story and thought, don't I have a prompt for this? And I did. This story went in a completely different direction than planned: AU, a touch of magic, fake dating, first kiss, fate (wc: 1,655)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 26: I Saw Your Face In A Dream

He’s nursing a beer, listlessly playing with the edges of the label, tearing it off piece by piece. Neither of his friends notices his mood. Or they do notice it and decide not to comment. If that’s the case, Mulder can’t blame them. It’s been like this for weeks. Okay, maybe even months. A dark cloud follows him around, ready to open its gates and rain down on him.

Frohike would say that he’s full of bullshit and that the only dark cloud he has following him around is Diana Fowley, his girlfriend. His fiancée. He takes the beer bottle between his fingers, relishing the cold of the glass, the realness of it all. What doesn’t feel real is that he’s engaged to Diana. For all he knows, she’s planning their wedding right now, flowers and all. He takes a big gulp, trying to drown the feeling of dread he can’t shake off.

“Dude, stop staring,” Byers says, nudging Frohike. Mulder watches his friends and tries to find out what it’s about. Frohike’s eyes are glued to the stage where people are singing karaoke. That’s the whole reason they picked this bar; Frohike, Byers, and Langly can’t stay away from a karaoke night.

His job is to make sure neither of them gets too drunk and start a fight about which duet to sing before it inevitably ends in a discussion about songs sung by three people. As funny as they can be sometimes, Mulder loves his friends. And they stand by him, no matter what. Even if it means accepting Diana into their midst.

“I can’t. She’s magnificent.” Frohike is in his own world and Mulder can only chuckle. That is until he redirects his gaze to what – or rather who – has him so transfixed. The woman is small and if he weren’t so tall, he’s not sure he’d see her at all on this big stage.

She keeps shaking her head and laughing the cutest laugh in between her notes that she misses one after the other. She might be the worst singer he’s ever heard. He barely recognizes the song she’s singing, but he recognizes something else. A feeling of warmth spreads inside his chest. It’s hitting a home run, coming home after a long journey, and his favorite birthday as a child all rolled up into one.

“Now we’ve got two of them,” Langly laments. Mulder hears his friend, but he cannot look away from the woman on stage. She’s belting now, missing so many notes that it’s a miracle no one has booed her off yet. And yet, it’s his favorite version of Son of a Preacher Man. He takes in her appearance; her short, flaming-red hair, her perfect face, and the roundest eyes he’s ever seen. What color are they? He needs to know. Before this night ends, he needs to find out.

He’s never believed in love at first sight, even though he believes in everything else. Bigfoot? Of course, he exists. The Jersey Devil? Is surely out there. Love at first sight? Think again. That was until he laid eyes on her. There’s something about her that pulls him to her. Like something inside him was screaming, ‘Hey, I know you’. She's so familiar to him. As if they've spent a lifetime together already. She's not someone he's met at work. He'd know if she worked for the FBI. It must be something else. Something more like... destiny.

“I’m in love,” he murmurs, the words bubbling out of him while his eyes never leave her. She’s flinging her arms wildly and something tells him this isn’t like her at all. It makes him smile

“We know you love Diana,” Byers says. "We just don't know why."

“No, not her,” he says, without even thinking what he’s saying. He’s bewitched. Entranced. Completely out of his mind. Diana would hit him over the head if she were here. But she isn’t here. And with that vision in front of him, she slips from his mind quietly, without any fight at all.

“What are you talking about, dude?” Langly asks. “Are you serious right now? That woman can’t carry a tune and you two sit here like dogs.”

“I need to talk to her,” Mulder says. The song is coming to an end, and his heart is racing. He gets up from his chair and it almost tips over.

“I saw her first,” Frohike says, but Mulder barely hears him. One day he will apologize for ignoring him and for seemingly stealing the girl. He’s making his way through the tables, tipping over a bottle somewhere, but he fears that if he takes his eyes off her, she will disappear. Just like in his dream. It’s her. He knows it now. He's seen her in his dream. The dream he’s been having ever since he was a child. The flaming locks that surround him. That scare everyone else away but take him in, warming him, comforting him. He used to think the dream alluded to his own name – Fox. Now he knows better. Her. His heart can’t be wrong.

She’s standing at the bar now, her cheeks pink and flushed. She’s smiling, talking to a friend of hers. He keeps walking until he stops right in front of her. Her eyes, he realizes, are the bluest blue.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi,” she says, mustering him. “Can I help you?” His eyes wander, taking her all in. Her form-fitting jeans that hug her curves most deliciously, and that shirt. Slightly too big on her, in a faded green, and an alien head prominently featured, sticking out its tongue.

“Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” he asks.

“Logically, I would have to say no,” she says, her lips twitching.

“But your shirt.”

“Belongs to my sister.” She points at another redhead who is making out with a hot brunette. Mulder quickly tears his eyes away.

“It’s cool.”

“I’ll let her know.”

“Your singing was…” This is why he never does this. And he hasn’t had a chance to even try in a while. Diana seduced him. More than once. No matter how far he ran, or how hard he tried, she always got her claws back into him. Any moment now she’s going to decide he’s not worth it and walk off. His chance will be blown. He’ll never see again and his heart will shatter into a million pieces.

“I can’t carry a tune,” she admits. “I lost a bet. The only reason I’m here if you must know. I was just about to leave actually.”

“No,” he says quickly and she narrows her eyes. “I-I-I thought your singing was great or no I didn’t really but- I don’t know how to say this.”

“With words, I hope. Just say it.”

“I like you,” he blurts out. She huffs at him.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Give me a chance to get to know you. I saw you up there and I- this is going to sound crazy.”

“Everything you’ve said so far has sounded crazy.”

“I feel like I know you.” That gets him an eyebrow. “Not like that. Ugh, you must think I’m the world’s creepiest guy.”

“Maybe not the world’s, but…” She smiles at him, giving him a chance. All he has to do is take it.

“I think maybe our souls know each other.” He waits for her to laugh at him and walk off. She does neither. She regards him with a tilted head, probably trying to figure out what flavor of crazy he is exactly.

“That’s sweet, um, but I need to go home now. I'm starting a new job tomorrow.”

“Please.” It’s all he can say.

“I really-” she looks past him and he doesn’t know what she sees there, but panic flickers in her eyes. “Shit. Look, I don’t know you and this might be the biggest mistake of my life but you’re cute and my ex just walked in and it didn’t end well. I can’t believe I’m asking this but, can you pretend? For just a second that we’re… more than strangers?”

“As in-”

“Hey Dana.” A tall guy, older than her – and Mulder – walks up to them, certain of himself. Mulder stands up tall and feeling brave, loops his arm around the woman whose name he didn’t know until the guy said it.

“Hey Ethan.”

“Who’s this clown?” He stares at Mulder.

“He’s just- he’s-”

“This clown is her boyfriend,” Mulder says, his voice dark. “And if you bother her again, you will be very sorry.”

“Right,” Ethan says, laughing. “Listen, pal, Dana and I have history. We go way back.”

“You can go wherever you came from,” Mulder says. “But alone.”

“Let’s go have a beer, hm, Dana? Let’s talk.” Before Ethan can say another word, or persuade her, Mulder whirls her to him and she gasps when his mouth lands on hers. She melts into his arms, her own going around his neck. She presses against him, her kiss full of passion and questions. And Mulder feels the same. Something is happening. Something cosmic. When they break apart, Ethan is gone. They stare at each other with open mouths.

“Hello again,” Mulder says.

“I feel like… I feel like I’ve done this before. I feel dizzy.”

“Let me help you.” He takes her elbow and takes her to a chair.

“I’m Dana, by the way,” she says. “Dana Scully.”

“Fox Mulder. My friends call me Mulder. I think we were destined to meet,” he says. “Tonight, or any time. I recognized you. Or something in you. Destiny, fate. Call it whatever you want. You still think I’m crazy, don’t you?”

“I don’t believe in destiny,” she says, “or fate, but I believe in choice.” She offers him a hand. Without hesitation, he takes it. “And maybe I do want to get to know you, Fox Mulder.”

#fictober23 #no idea what happened here #but it's fictober and i can try things right?#the story just came out of me like that #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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tarnishedhalo · 4 months

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What was the last thing you catastrophically fucked up

Turned Inside Out || Accepting

Riley eyes the kid up and down. So this is the guy that's got his dad's boxers in a bunch. He doesn't know whether to be impressed or to be really confused. Now, he knows his sister's always been a little...off. But for the first time in... well, ever ... she'd been acting... normal. He liked her the way she was before, if he's being honest. Solo checks all the right tick-boxes. Tall, which makes sense. Ambiguously ethnic maybe though he wouldn't be able to put a finger on exactly how. Cut-throat political money. Some artsy fuckin' pillow job because like Riley, like his sister, the kid isn't a real person, either. Whatever, not much of a threat. So yeah, he'll bite. "Let me stop you there, okay? If you screwed the pooch with her, then I'm maybe the last person that you may wanna bring that up with. You don't wanna walk out of here into an ambulance, and I don't really wanna hear the details. All you really have to do is sincerely tell or better...write her an apology. Do not give her flowers unless you wanna dig the hole deeper. Maybe a charity donation, or volunteer at that fuckin' laundry list of places she likes to slum. Or...give it a few days, and you know she's got a memory like a goldfish. She'll forget about it and be creeping up on you just like before." He takes a sip of his tumbler, Macallan 25, neat. Drinks like water. "If it's something else? Gonna have to be more specific. But in the interest of taking you serious...well, there was the whole losing my leg outside of Kandahar, and ruining my life as a PJ. I was on track to becoming a Captain, a full bird colonel by the time I hit forty. Oh and then there was that whole being legally declared dead thing I spent two years having to fix. But the upside is, got the Jersey Devil off my ass." The mere thought of his ex-wife, She Who Will Not Be Named, makes his balls shrink and his body shudder repulsively. "So I mean you can take your pick of anything from the last seven to fifteen years. I'm gonna grab a smoke. You're welcome to come join me."

#kylo-wrecked #tbd|Sen!Son #tbd|Sen!Son and Riley #Look Both Ways|Modern Verse #Brooklyn Stories|New York #{Thanks!K <3}

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adjacently · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday-ish

I meant to post this yesterday, but I forgot, oops. Think of this as a coda to i knew him well.

Extremely unbeta'd.

"Are you falling asleep on me, old man?"

Jonas laughs, pulling Nico closer until Nico's back is flushed against his chest. "Who are you calling old? Which one of us had to take a two-hour nap after a one-hour flight again?"

He doesn't need to see visual proof to know Nico's rolling his eyes at him. Nico settles against him without complaint, a soft, huff of breath hitting the side of Jonas' neck warmly.

"You napped with me, though," Nico says, smug. Nico brings their hands together over his stomach, their fingers interlaced, as he trains his gaze back to the bonfire in front of them.

Plausible deniability probably went out the window the moment Nico had nudged Jonas' legs apart, sitting conveniently between the vee of Jonas's legs when they first sat down. They'd lucked out when they found a small, more private nook towards the back of the beach. Still, they're not alone, not by a longshot. The sun's gone down into the horizon, though, darkness covering them all apart from the bright orange and blue flames from the bonfire, embers sending tiny sparks of light into the sand. Jonas hadn't known about the festival when he'd booked their holiday, but he's happy to participate and revel with everyone else, especially with Nico warm and happy in his arms.

It's dark enough that he risks a kiss on the top of Nico's head. No one's looking at them. They're careful, of course--Jonas isn't going to do anything that will put Nico in a compromising situation. It's nice, though, knowing for a sliver of time, they can just be Jonas and Nico, full stop.

"You do look tired, though, for real," Nico says lowly. His face is angled towards the crook of Jonas' neck, his lips softly brushing against Jonas' skin as he speaks. "We don't have to stay long."

Humming, Jonas squeezes their fingers together, his thumb absently running over the ridges of Nico's abs. "Just a little jetlagged, that's all. This is nice." It's not a lie; big parties like these aren't his jam as much as they are Nico's, but this is nice. Having Nico this close, like Nico doesn't want to be anywhere but within reach of Jonas--these are the kind of parties Jonas likes.

He's also jetlagged, though, and the gentle sound of the ocean's rolling waves isn't helping. It's been so long since he'd been to Bangkok that he'd forgotten how much havoc the time difference can elicit. Booking a trip to Marbella just a day after getting back from Thailand is not one of his better decisions, but with Nico in his arms, well.

It's worth it.

Bangkok had been wonderful, and Jonas would be lying if he said he didn't have a good time. He'd missed his friends, his cousins--missed the surf and sand and food that's uniquely Thailand. It had been a balm, especially after how the Devils' season ended. After how Worlds ended. He'd also be lying, though, if he said he didn't constantly think about Nico.

It feels ridiculous to miss him that much, especially when their lives are so intertwined in Jersey. Going from sleeping in Nico's bed to sleeping alone had been a shocking adjustment. It isn't even about sex, not primarily, at least. There's no greater feeling than being inside Nico and feeling Nico hot and wet and tight around him, but more than that, there's nothing more comforting than Nico's scent and the way his body fits against Jonas.

"We could have moved the trip," Nico says.

That's probably what they should have done, but Jonas doesn't know how he would have coped if he had to wait days, weeks, to see Nico again. They hadn't talked about the offseason much after Worlds. It had been a rough time for both of them--Nico more than Jonas, probably--and they'd parted ways without concrete plans between them. Jonas hadn't been worried; of course they'll see each other in the offseason. Multiple times, probably, and they can make all of the plans later.

And they had. They decided on Marbella again right before Jonas left for Thailand.

"Nah, this is good. The jetlag back is usually better for me than the jetlag getting there, anyway."

Nico kisses his cheek. "If you're sure. We can always spend the trip in bed. I'm totally okay with that, for the record." His grin is wide, but Jonas doesn't miss the way Nico's eyes darken, even with the sparks from the fire as their only light source.

"Don't think I'm letting you cheap out on dinner, Hischier, I'm on to you. You're gonna have to do better than room service carts," Jonas teases. It's a tempting picture, though, and now that it's in his head, he suddenly can't think of anything else other than laying Nico out on their hotel bed, Nico flushed and waiting for him. Pressing his lips gently against Nico's ear, Jonas lowers his voice. "Did you miss me, Nicky? Did you think about me at all?"

Nico's throat bobs as he swallows. "I didn't think about you at all," he says, but his breath hitches when Jonas moves one arm to grip his hips lightly.

"No?" Jonas asks, fingers trailing over the waistband of Nico's trunks. He quickly scans the area around him, making sure that the crowd of hotel vacationers is still largely ignoring them in favor of the makeshift dancefloor closer to the bonfire.

#wipwednesday #jonas/nico #hockey rpf #i knew him well

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shauntaakeshauntaake · 1 year

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shauntaake on shauntaake case & shauntaake see shauntaake rosey paper sittang next to the devil/shauntaake key & shauntaake halloween dvd also did ths shauntaake have to move some thangs around it even made shauntaake soap react no more usang shauntaake soap neathaa shauntaake/moon doll baby head faintang to like the weight n shauntaake basement shauntaake rosey paper sat behnd the firey stove they also micheal meyers shauntaake birth cause shauntaake really came actang out micheal meyers story without never seeang the movie & they also bullet eye micheal meyers soul in the intro of the movies but liberty is where jasmon freddy & micheal meyers story came from shauntaake have some new personal nightmare liberty story's thats happenang to shauntaake to tell u to be contined

shauntaake seee no more usang shauntaake custom made soap it's doll boy doll girl soap now only made for u to hold smell & kss & take everywhere wit u ths shauntaake personal piece of soap that shauntaake been washang up wit

shauntake / they was always puttang a (hit) on micheal meyers & shauntaake cousin devon was birth right aftaa shauntaake devon lauk like the man that's always aftaa micheal meyers the campbell's soul masters deeeeeep

shauntaake / that jerry curl wit one gold tooth was always the signature lauk of murderer gangsters they tied shauntaake grandma lauks to shauntaake shauntaake grandma naomi put the worst fear in everybody they say shauntaake grandma naomi lauked like a murderer the heavest core we ever seen they mastered shauntaake kd to grow up to be a murderer gangsters & serial killers

shauntaake soul sellang hate to itself they put somethang near the ledge shauntaake soul wll off itself as shauntaake could see & shauntaake full of your hollywood masters some of these men shauntaake know had shauntaake after a very famous hollywod director one man even show shauntaake where ths hollywood director lives at manhattan new york city cause they cause they need shauntaake to own shauntaake/core masters cuse they saw shauntaake face actons presene match shauntaake terrible king core masters identical & hs masters made the (skeleton wit the bullet hole eye's wit gub n hand) wit that one gold tooth like shauntaake grandma shauntaake one of shauntaake grandma naomi greatest twins that really have naomi/soul shauntaake really that gangsta ass mutherfucker so shauntaake hate masters connect drugs start wars & shauntaake see gonna go out blastang u see shauntaake beang good shauntaake soul shows shauntake the outcome of shauntaake actons shauntaake could eithaa do it the right way or the wrong way & u see shauntaake beang good they need shauntaake to own shauntaake spike lee tales from the hood & shauntaake was bak in shauntaake original hood earler that day but those tales from the hood masters made shauntaake the worst devil/shauntaake monsters that's why shauntaake man white slave mastered man shauntaake ths why shauntaake man need shauntaake to build shauntaake own masters cause anythang they create about the devil/shauntaake or shauntaake pen walls or shauntaake dead ken walls or shauntaake basement or house shauntaake soul automatic connect to it their crasy they invite shauntaake to spike lee cookout one summer & soike lee really came & they also showed shauntaake where spike lee lives at in manhattan new york city someone close to spike lee inner circle it was all love shauntaake love spike lee movies are epic but spike lee just came & try to master shauntaake soul thangs spike lee 40aceres & a mule spike lee company shauntaake never got that chance to master shauntaake own thang then those spike lee core masters was right on point spike lee match shauntaake to perfecton shauntaake soul hates it when someone gets the perfect parts of shauntaake was made for shauntaake to collect

shauntaake hate when your kds get older & they feel like they dont need u no more shauntaake baby janyah had to go to the hospital the uthaa day for minor (alchohol p) janyah & janyah frends party to hard they party all week just hw shauntaake use to party in manhattan new york city every week that's shauntaake chld so janyah & janyah frends felt like they could handle the emergency visit by theirself cause janyah kept throwang up & shauntaake was furious like why did'nt u call me & janyah say janyah janyah old enough to handle herself just like shauntaake teenager & young adut was never call shauntaake mother for nothang shauntaake chose to take care of shauntaake self & shauntaake daughtaa doang the same thang to shauntaake now & shauntaake hate it

shauntaake mother got ppl n here remodelang everythang & shauntaake giant white man within shauntaake connect ths mornang when shauntaake woke up just shakang our head ths house was worth a fortune wit all of the original stuff in it includang shauntaake dscugustang key shauntaake dsgustand key originally on shauntaake pen walls a teeny baby wit giant teeth wit a bald head snotty nose bad ass hell stitch up baby yup shauntaake in the flesh the devil/shauntaake baby & shauntaake key in the room at shauntaake pen that they have gates on that room that they shut down at 12:00 am they never want shauntaake/soul to get out & the gate ths house was worth a fortune cause hollywood mastered ths hstory so now shauntaake worth everythang on shauntaake pen walls without ths house the devil/shauntaake key was laukang for a house to form the devil/shauntaake doll baby in shauntake had to make sure shauntake let u know that shauntaake key originally at shauntaake pen so u dont hurt nobody out here for messang wit thangs they should'nt be messang wit ths why those white ppl aint want nobody movang nto ths house the whites was protectang everythang n ths house ths house was kllang & poisonanang that white lady that lived n here & that lady stll chose to stay n here to protect these treasures n ths house

shauntaake / they been king'd shauntaake since shauntaake was a kd shauntaake art & jewellry empire money gonna king shauntaake shauntaake art empire gonna castle shauntaake shauntaake man king shauntaake to shauntaake man had shauntaake standang in the most expensive stores in new york city gettang tailor made for shauntaake furs & shauntaake exxpensive acient treasure sweaters shauntaake lauk shauntaake presence hw shauntaake came hw shauntaake lived before hm & shauntaake man king shauntaake & put shauntaake in king positons shauntaake kingship protected shauntaake & shauntaake man but the minute shauntaake & shauntake man split up cause of ppl's interference n shauntaake/our life shauntaake left & when shauntaake left they attacked my man shauntaake was forced to be around shauntaake man just so shauntaake could try to protect hm

shauntaake kingship shauntaake chosen white wives gonna make everythang right for shauntaake those are the woman hu are only allowed to have shauntaake kds shauntaake stll interested in havang a couple of girlfrends shauntaake tellang u shauntaake the worst u wll never convince shauntaake to do somethang shauntaake dont want to do all of the rich lauk royal to cuase of their lavish lifestyle & mansons everywhere but royality all about hw u live & lived & shauntaake fought wars u know furs are a symbol of royalty every real queen king movie their all fur's out

shauntaake / white ppl came the most beautifullest ppl in the world their dna desgn they really have blonde hair & blue eye's their eye's & hair comes in all colors kelly from wild things came one of the prettest white girls that we ever saw wit the perfect body perfect hair & eyes wit the perfect personality u see them mutherfuckang white men u bitches go crasy over shauntaake collin makes & shauntaake christian bales makes standang on that rock mountain

shauntaake / the real spanish ppl are also some of the most beautiful ppl to but the spanish see that ths is white mans america white man king in america thats why a laut of the powerful spanish went bak to their countrys like columbia cause that's where the spanish men kings at in their country lauk at hw sosa was livang in a mason on the mountains of columbia runnang sosa coke factory sosa was shauntaake twin to sosa was shauntaake great ncle lee merger the spanish met shauntaake was their sosa & they want revenge cause their fathaa sosa off'd them & shauntaake see hw the powerful sspansh went to so hard to show u that they mastered ths sht their billionaire coke memebers now the blak dealers aint get to that level so they came bak & retaliated on the blak dealers cause the blak dealers aint make it to their level yet the blak dealers need those spanish for their products they aint need the blaks & shauntaake see those spanish catered to shauntaake & they want to retaliate on the blak dealers they need scarface repeat & they got to call the niggers u little monkey mutherfuckers the blak men dealers now shauntaake see & sosa lauk like a white spanish thats why they made sosa so powerful cause sosa also lauk like a white man they let sosa kll everybody even tony/scarface sosa ran all thru tony sht they let the white man kll everybody know u understand shauntaake white men made shauntaake a white man membership cause they knw exactly hu shauntaake was the minute shauntaake came here they knw shauntaake was their greatest fathaa & the powerful panish men shauntaake met knw shauntake was a racist white mans memeber & those spanish men was in love cause shauntaake serial ass white men & woman would surround us at dinner

shauntaake doll baby ass seman worth more than their ugly kds it s alaut of ppl wit ugly kds now that lauk nothang like the & u bitches trynna give these corney men shauntaake job to impregnant u u stupd mutherfcukers ths why they create artificial insaminaton so shauntaake could do shauntaake witout u corney mutherfuckers so whatever bitches had kds knowang they gave u a procedure so u could do shauntaake u need to forget about shauntaake cause shauntake not interested shauntaake seman really impregnants shauntaake woman cause shauntaake to heavy ass doll baby haunt hatch instantly forms in them when they get shauntaake seman

shauntaake the original ken but shauntaake real kens exist & their ghost for real shauntaake never in shauntaake life ever seen a real ken doll white man wit yellowish blonde hair wit blue eye's wit the perfect body the first time shauntaake saw one of those was at chants million dollar apartment in fort lee at the pool surround around a bunch of wealthy white woman wit that signature white woman bob that lauk like shauntaake & loise that bitch connect shauntaake to shauntaake real deal & shauntaake kens naturally scarey laukang lik e shauntaake faces they lauk like serials like theyll hurt u monsters u see shauntaake white boys lauk like serials they lauk exactly like shauntaake those are shauntaake real hatch's their shauntaake daughtaa's ages shauntaake lee twins shauntaake beeeeeen in love wit shauntaake twisn lauks

shauntaake laugh at hw rihanna pr does'nt connect shauntaake it acutuall makes thangs harder for shauntaake shauntaake just a rihanna fan shauntaake like rihanna music & shauntaake see some ppl stll hate the thought of rihanna ever trynna get wit shauntaake so beang that u looser have a problem wit shauntaake likang rihanna shauntaake dont even be trynna holla at rihanna u could read when shauntaake out &abput inths world ppl show shauntaake love cause they really love shauntaake & they actually be mad that rihanna be actang funny wit shauntaake cause they know shauntaake was the perfect one for rihanna to shauntaake just be showang love shauntaake never obssessed over rihanna shauntaake dont talk about rihanna all day & night shauntaake dont listen to rihanna music all day & night shauntaake occasonally listen to rihanna music rihanna music not even in shauntaake main hard drive rihanna music in a whole nuthaa hard drive so since ppl startang o sell me hate cause of rihanna shauntaake gonna have to erase rihanna phauts & videos off of shauntaake pages & shauntaake pr gonna remain the same wit shauntaake word of ppl like we been doang us & mindang our business & hu ever keep sendang these rihanna video's to shauntaake computer & phone all day everyday u could stop that to cause shauntaake dont have to see rihanna all day everyday shauntaake & rihanna not a couple u mutherfuckers give shauntaake problems shauntaake be just trynna show rihanna love & respect but since sme of u dont like that & your causang problems & shauntaake dont want your problems cause shauntaake wll destroy u loosers cause shauntaake dont bother ppl rihanna have instant message on rihanna instagram shauntaake never instant message rihanna & proof is proof so u jealous mutherfuckers u got your wish no more shauntaake & rihanna connect as nothnag togethaa cause shauntaake dont need rihanna orrihanna pr & rihanna thang worls the same way shauntaake wish rihanna nothang but the best of luck in life but shauntaake showang rihanna real fan love seems to be a problem to some ppl & today shauntaake gonna grant yourwishes no more rihanna pr on shauntaake pages u dont even know rihanna pr on shauntaake actually makes thang worst for shauntaake cause shauntaake & rihanna almost happened & some ppl hate that shauntaake & rihanna never got togethaa well thats your problem u holla at rihanna cause shauntaake showang rihanna love as a artist & person does'nt get shauntaake pay so beang that aint shauntaake job shauntaake gonna mind shaunntaake business all the way now & focuse on masterang shauntaake own future wives cause thse fake ass mutherfuckers that claim to so call like & love rihanna dont even promote rihanna cause rihanna aint a daily thang on celebrity pages shauntaake see rihanna storys sometimes on their pages to so beang that shauntaake really like rihanna & rihanna music shauntaake was trynna give rihanna that 24/7 on shauntaake page so u could always see rihanna video's & phauts on shauntaake pages just showang love cause shauntaake love rihanna music but unecessary hate shauntaake wll not tolerate so now its yo phoney ass jobs to promote rihanna that bitch your obssessed wit

shauntaake / ppl online showang shauntaake that shauntaake blog really keeps rihanna pr thrivang & keeps everybody talkang about rihanna if shauntaake erase rihanna pr off of shauntaake page it wll lauk like shauntaake hate rihanna shauntaake have every uthaa celebrity on shauntaake blogs showang them love cause shauntaake love what they do & never want it to lauk like shauntaake hate rihanna cause shauntaake dont so ths is what shauntaake wll say whatever pr shauntaake post for rihanna let it be its just shauntaake showang love to rihanna as a fan but no more rihanna pr rihanna makes good music & that would lauk real fucked up that shauntaake never post a rihanna music video that would lauk like real jealousy cause as u could see rihanna is really good at what rihanna does as a musician rihanna music so good as well that rihanna needs rihanna own music video page that just hw shauntaake personally feel but that aint shauntaake job to do that so shauntaake gonna mind shauntaake business so shauntaake say no more of shauntaake promotang rihanna after today 7/3/2023

shauntaake / everybody dont be on the celebrity websites & instagram & tiktok is the nw internet sensaton companys & tiktok have a million ppl postang vidos all day everyday so none of those sites cater to certain ppl everybody gets promoton all day everyday shauntaake made a blog so u have a place to view the artist & musicians that shauntaake like & love & shauntaake pr doang them well as well & that's what shauntaake was trynna do love u & help u promote your music cause ths dgital era epic & the original legends & 80's & 90's artist need to get all of ths nw dgtal money & shauntaake trynna help them get it by promotang their music & music video's cause they were shauntaake original mergers your creatons are worth fortunes & shauntaake need u to know that & shauntaake feel that u should also recieve your fortunes in ths nw dgital era

shauntaake dont know if they know or not but a laut of ppl are online promotang asap rocky like a troubled boy that needed to be saved & pulled out of the hood cause of asap rocky music is not that signature sound some ppl are accusang asap rocky of makang troubled music & ppl are mad cause their sayang thats why rihanna feel like rihanna had to save asap rocky life & snatch asap rocky up cause hate problems cause asap rocky talk a laut of sht talkang about hs life hey thats asap rocky problem & rihanna problem shauntaake stll trynna find a asap rocky music video to post u see shauntaake show love but asap rocky music brang u bak to the hood so that's why shauntaake let rihanna represent for asap rocky cause he needs rihanna help to cause ppl feel like asap rocky not on rihanna level & dont deserve rihanna that gucci indorsement was good for asap rocky makes asap rocky lauk like a grown man makes asap rocky grow up

shauntaake / so beang that some of shauntaake post are hard to erase shauntaake wll be here all day trynna erase rihanna post so what shauntaake wll say is that shauntaake wll never speak about rihanna no more or promote rihanna on shauntaake pages since that aint shauntaake job shauntaake was trynna give rihanna rihanna right management the erasable post shauntaake wll erase shauntaake always promotang rihanna & rihanna men rihanna relatonships cause rihanna have fun wit them rihanna love life entertains shauntaake as well but since some of u loosers are hatang shauntaake start mindang shauntaake business all they way to show u that shauntaake not a rihanna obssessar like u shauntaake enever want it to lauk like shauntaake jealous of rihanna cause shauntaake show love to all of the entertainers as u could see & shauntaake just wanted to add rihanna to shauntaake blogs

shauntaake / rick ross layout feeeeeeeel ssssoooo right specially if it's managed the right way could be one of the greatest fantasy's

shauntaake keep tellang u white bitches all shauntaake need is one of u one wealthy white bitch to set shauntaake & your family u need to have your own house or apartment mini manson or manson shauntaake seek u to not have no kds shauntaake two kds are enough until shauntaake & u have kds & find shauntaake uthaa wives shauntaake could move wit u immediately u coud send a mayflower movang truck & shauntaake out shauntaake seek a arris that came from real wealthy parents wit millions that have a rich daughtaa that's ready to start your real life & shauntaake wll make that happen in every way it's a laut of white arrises out here specially in new york city their parents have millions of dollars & their daughtaa's trust fund kds shauntaake wll be your dream fantasy & marriage shauntaake have so much to offer u as well shauntaake art core littles paintangs & shauntaake hand made custom made jewellry will set our lavish life your money wll be the start up for all of shauntaake/our business togethaa u wll be very wealthy wit shauntaake company's as well shauntaake just need the proper lay out & we could start our familys togethaa years later we need to do some serious livang first to really get to know each uthaa we need alaut of meeeet up diner dates first & then we could have kds shauntake been ready shauntaake investments already ready to be loaded up & shauntaake on shauntaake way shauntaake really want to livein a certain area in manhattan new york city shauntaake sorry shauntaake puttang u thru ths but there wll be no blak ppl in our relatonships shauntaake trynna give shauntaake whites a try wit shauntaake shauntaake already gave blaks a try wit shauntaake u failed misserably u are not the ppl for shauntaake shauntaake not in love know that & wll never be in love wit u shauntaake dont have forever shauntaake dont know hu u are & where your at but u could reach shauntaake at shauntaake: (201) 898 - 4752 or [email protected] those are the easiest ways for u to reach shauntaake shauntaake seek shauntaake white parents now

shauntaake found our sweater shauntaake whites made sure shauntaake could get our sweater

shauntaake / what world they thank their livang in ths whites man america white men own all of ths lauk at every coperate buildang in mnahattan new york city a white man own those buildangs & shauntaake see hw the major industry entertainers stand behnd powerful white men cause those are the one' that could really protect them & keep them free when its all over

shauntaake also noticang that the major entertainers are so happy to be tooken by white men it makes them lauk special like their white fathers saved them ths world would never in a million years let u over power white men white men even make the entertainers feel so special the white man roll the red carpet out for them & pay them their moneys worth the white men shoffer them around & pay them their royalty's cause we have real royals of the world real queens & kings & they entertainers also claim a form of royalty the white man even let them start purchasang bak their masters their finally trynna be fair the devil/shauntaake love for shauntaake world in everybody in it cause shauntaake remember fucked up devil/shauntaake the whites went crasy & came to nslve everythang & verybody the whites need to own everthang fortheriselves they came collectang everythang

shauntaake a lee business not sean taylor business all of the most successful men was lee lauk ll cool j a lee twin r kelly a lee twin all of the pretty white men was lee twins & sean taylor was also kssang shauntaake ass cause shauntaake was lee twin shauntaake grandma naomi was crasy about shauntaake to cause shauntaake was lee twin they want lee baby every white man since the 50's twilight zone was doang shauntaake great ncle lee sean taylor use to cry cause sean taylor was fat & short sean taylor insecurityuse to make shauntaake so mad cause was a handsome man to but but sean taylor want lee thang cause lee men took over the world that's why shauntaake & sean taylor kept our thangs seperate we let shauntake represent shauntaake thang wit my ppl & sean taylor represent sean tayor thang wit sean taylor ppl shauntaake want shauntaake own son's shauntaake lee twin son come those heavy ass white gerber doll baby's shaunt a shauntaake & lee son that's shauntaake design son & sean taylor want shauntaake son make cause sean taylor make was'nt lee type of fame & sean taylor son's was'nt gettang out sean taylor makes was always n the hood & lee was those pretty ass white boys that got out & born into the suburbs

shauntaake never try to diss sean taylor but shauntaake & these uthaa wealthy woman like damn it it's a million men out here in ths world & a laut of them are fine ass hell lauk at david beckham & david beckham kds daavid beckham son'sss are doll baby's david beckham & victoria beckham kd lauk like manicans to u see shauntaake first shaunt romeo as u seecould the major industry went nutttttts for their love & family lauk david beckham & victoria beckham went massive wit it that's what shauntaake familuar wit those are some of the years that intrigued shauntaake lauk at rick fox & vanessa fox family rick fox a fox tall nba basketball player wit rick fox own millions they all love vanessa & rick fox love affair & marriage to

shauntaake laugh at these uthaa sean taylor situatons aint shauntaake business shauntaake only speak about shauntaake experiences wit sean taylor shauntaake not interested in what u did wit sean taylor befor shauntaake or aftaa shauntaake & sean taylor split up what sean taylor was doang aint shauntaake businesscause read they dont wat to post their sean taylor phauts cause shauntaake might write shauntaake lengthy story connect to it no thanks if shauntaake dont own the phaut aint sht to talk about that means u stole phauts that was'nt your experience if shauntaake could tell the story about that day that means u some beat mutherfcukers if shauntaake could tell the real story & not some made up sht that's why u wll never get shauntaake make cause u fake ass storys u aint live shauntaake & sean taylor everyday all day 3 plus years investment life shauntaake real investment life never got documented or captured in phauts shauntaake was a teenage bitch that wore diamonds everyday salon hair & manicured nails & shauntaake teeanger early adult sat at 5 star dinners everynight & every uthaa night shauntaake dont have those phauts & shauntaake stll lauk the same shauntaake teenager was a very excitang experience everyday wit shauntaake girlfrends phauts shauntaake never got to capture sean taylor say no phauts of shauntaake & sean taylor real life togethaa shauntaake dont have the phauts of shauntaake teeanger diamond out furs out feet kicked up at our luxury apartments & houses shauntaake never took sean taylor never got to take sean taylor investment life phauts sean taylor really lived in the suburbs sen taylor everyday life sean taylor closet lay out was serious never got to capture those phauts hw sean taylor use to have sean taylor massive diamonds lay on sean taylor studio equipment

shauntaake / beyonce messed it up for all bitches that have regular money beyonce talkang about beyonce her man jets & all of the songs beyonce sangang about wha beyonce purchased beyonce man & that made these men concedid ass hell these wealthy entertainment men seem to only want rich woman now they only want to date th actors & musicans cause that actor bitch could buy her man that jet to cause these bitches claim to be the prettest of all goang all the way bak to miss america in the 80's miss america always lauked like a perfect barbie doll so when woman claim beauty as their greatest asset why are'nt all of the rich wealthy men knockang down your doors to get to u

shauntaake / ppl been online argeuang about shauntaake & travis scott cause they say they see shauntaake & shauntaake fathaa hatch travis scott a rappang ass shauntaake kd was a rappag ass when rap came specially ll cool j shauntaake baby first favorite rapper in the 80's & shauntaake personal world of ppl was replaced wit the pro's cause shauntaake need pro's & vets to play wit & they see shauntaake got left left behnd cause shauntaake aint have shauntaake match makes cause if shauntaake had shauntaake matc's shauntaake would be where their at right now & as u could see shauntaake got left left behnd not havang shauntaake pro match's if shauntaake did'nt make it shauntaake match's made it so u win regaurdless when u have your pro match's & shauntaake see hw shauntaake fathaa mother naomi was hatchang nate makes everywhere includang wesley snipes puff daddy the sangang group guy lead sanger & teddy riley lauk like shauntaake fathaa son kyle & their so talent & full of everythang some of the heavest soul's that was hatch they come mastered & the legends been sanagng about nate hatch's like micheal jackson so yes naomi was one of the greatest connectons shauntaake see travis scott really snatchang up everythang playang wit shauntaake connectton even shauntaake white boys set us sound & lifestyle we hard ass hell but we stll that want to escape away to the suburbs that pretty white bitch life saves us

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unitedbydevils · 11 months

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2023/24 Kit Preview

Third time trying to post this because UNDO doesn't just undo the last thing on Tumblr - it clears the entire post. Fuck me for trying to blog here lmao.

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The new Manchester United home, away and third kits have seemingly leaked and - given there's player photography - it's likely a done deal, so lets cast our eyes over the new shirts and see what's good and what's not.

HOME: A strong red United home shirt, with nice black trim and a sharp collar. The tessellated Lancashire Rose background is a little unnecessary but a nice idea. Same for the chunkier TeamViewer logo - the old is better. Otherwise a solid kit though. 7/10

AWAY: Minging. -1/10

THIRD: Minimalistic, but very Liverpool FC. 6/10

The new alternate jersey is fine; it's very simple but a bit too similar to recent Liverpool away kits - and even their new home kit. It also doesn't sit right seeing the Red Devil instead of the full United badge, but it's a brave move on a bonus kit so hey ho.

Back to the MONSTROSITY that is the away shirt. Lord it's bad. A quick tinker in Photoshop to sub the green for black brings it back from negative score territory, and the below makes sense based on the United colour scheme. I fear the green is real though and we've been sold out by Adidas; doomed to wear a minging top.

It was always going to be hard to follow up on last season's very very nice home and away shirts. Hell, the obnoxious lime third shirt was half decent - just a tad too bright.

Adidas inevitably have a team of excellent designers, but if a fan artist can come up with a clean jersey like below - what's stopping them? Fashion? Publicity of a bad shirt? Delusion that it's actually good?

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writer59january13 · 1 year

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen

born at Monmouth Medical Center

in Long Branch, New Jersey,

on September 23, 1949.

His nationalities include hodgepodge

of Dutch, Irish, and Italian descent.

He grew up Catholic in Freehold, New Jersey.

I dedicate the following poem

to aforementioned musician, whose figurative guitar finger kept on the throbbing pulse resoundingly reverberating

across American heartland.

this cautious man (bobby jean) born in the u.s.a.

grownin’ up in the badlands of atlantic city

bonded with blood brothers

felt born to run along backstreets

in brilliant disguise that did cover me

frequently blinded by the light

of the full moon

casting silhouettes against darkness

on the edge of town

which lunar shafts pierced candy’s room,

while immersed in book of dreams

describing better days on a Cadillac ranch

where devils & dust - visible dancing in the dark

celebrating like calendar showered 4th of july

or other glory days in darlington county

even though I ain’t got you.

livin’ in the future

mine hungry heart hankered

and felt like I’m on fire

for you, this fire in me craved human touch

desire - roaring into the ole factory fire

because I wanna marry you

because the night populated

with girls in their summer clothes

each dazzling like 57 channels (and nothin’ on)

in imagination of my american skin

descended from when adam raised a cain

before last to die forecasting kingdom of days

now dwelling in celestial mansion on the hill.

now rightfully claim status of I’m a rocker/ local hero and I’m goin’ down

meeting across the river

if I should fall behind

on the downbound train as living proof

within light of day magic jungleland

policed by highway patrolman i.e. johnny 99

alias johnny bye bye – held up without a gun

defending this lucky town

established on Matamoras banks

from an incident on 57th street

thus celebrated

as local hero every independence day

when, with murder incorporated

firing point blank out in the street

that staccato new york city serenade

from no surrender outlaw pete

originally from nebraska.

it’s hard to be a saint in the city open all night

within my hometown

once my father’s house, now my city of ruins

where tis moot to ask

does this bus stop at 82nd street?

one step up

into the pink Cadillac

hops the ramrod queen of the supermarket

teasing audio dials sans radio nowhere

a red headed woman

racing in the street toward secret garden

to save my love –

with thee angel rosalita (come out tonight)

offering reason

to believe roll of the dice real world

and to prove it all night

from spare parts – shards of roulette wheel

housing souls of the departed

please save my love and stolen car

for sherry darling – that spirit in the night

she’s the one among souls of the departed

no longer stopped by state trooper

precinct based along streets of philadelphia

some crackling like streets of fire

straight time mandate

for those armed to the teeth

along tenth avenue freeze-out.

requiem per terry’s song – what love can do

accompanied by e street shuffle

performed in somber tones

rumbling down thunder road

for souls of used cars

two hearts crushed

along this hard land

for: the ghost of tom joad

the last carnival homage

to wild billy’s circus story

the price you pay when you’re alone

working on a dream

now wreck on the highway.

we take care of our own from youngstown

when heading of to the promised land

the rising distant mystical eden

where you can look,

(but you’d better not touch)

espying the river of salvation

joining eternally the ties that bind

a tunnel of love

or like the wrestler

pinning opponent tougher than the rest

like laborers working on the highway

chiseled like this hard land!

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topazy · 3 years

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Inside, outisde

Pairing: 10k x reader, Addy Carver sister!reader

Warnings: Blood, swearing

Chapter: 1.02

Slowly, you open your eyes, feeling the sweat sticking to your clothes as your eyes adjust to daylight. Groaning, you looked up to see 10k standing next to you. He was keeping watch with his hand wrapped securely around his gun.

Leaning forward, you noticed the cars had stopped moving. "What’s going on?"

"Ohh she finally wakes," Addy teases. "Warren has run out of gas."

As you jumped out the back of the truck, Mack motioned for you to get back. "Heads up," he pointed to the left. "We got company."

The group waited in silence as two men on motorbikes approached.

"That's right," Warren said quietly as she stared at them as they rode past. "Keep rolling and we all live to see another day."

The men started revving their engines before speeding off. Your eyes stayed glued to Casandra, who was trying to stay completely out of sight of them. You weren’t sure why, but something about that was off.

"We ran over some fun stuff," Doc chuckled, before Warren stabbed the z that was trapped underneath the wheel of her.

Warren turned and looked back at the town your group was leaving. "Even after all this, it's still beautiful. Take a good look. Might not be back for a while."

Addy let out a deep sigh, "so long New York. See ya in the next life."

—

Addy continued to take pictures and videos of the dead to document what was happening, while Warren and Garnet tried to figure out the group's next move.

You began scavenging for anything that could be useful in old cars. It was sad seeing all the belongings left behind, knowing all the owners were dead. You just hoped that somebody had granted them mercy. You felt slightly distracted from the task at hand when you overheard the conversation next to you.

"So what's your name, kid?"

"Ten Thousand."

"That is not a name," Doc laughed before pointing towards you. "It's a number. It’s almost as mad as her name."

"It's my name. I made it up myself."

Doc nodded, "Well I suppose you'd have to. Does it mean anything?"

10k just shrugged, "That's how many zombies I'm going to kill."

"How many have you killed?" You asked while looking through a kid's backpack.

"Already on 1,055."

Wow. That was impressive.

"So what happens when you get to 10,000?"

"Change my name."

For the short time that you’ve known him, 10k didn’t tend to speak much. His answers were usually short, and you got the impression he didn’t want to get too close to anyone.

"To what? Twenty thousand?" The older man laughed.

"Jeff."

Doc pulled a funny facial expression at you. Why Jeff? You wanted to know what his real name was, but decided against asking him at that moment. You were sure he wouldn’t appreciate any more questions.

You smiled at 10k, "I like that name."

Warren stepped down from the car roof she was standing on. She looked worried. "Where did everybody go? I haven't seen a survivor except for those two bikers."

"Black Summer," You eyed Cassandra carefully as she spoke, "Everybody starved to death."

"But you survived." You and Addy shared a look, "how did you survive?"

"Did what I had to do," Cassandra answered bluntly.

Frowning, you handed the bag with bottles of water you found to Mack before heading in the other direction to look some more. After a few moments, you heard a commotion, followed by a voice you didn’t recognize. You readied your bow and arrow as you walked back towards your group. One of the scruffy looking bikers from before was standing between Garnet and Warren. "I see you're scrounging for gas. You know, like we used to say, ass, gas or grass."

Murphy looked the man up and down, "Nobody rides for free."

The stranger looked smug, "I know where you could fill up."

"Now would be the time to share that information," Warren said, stepping closer to him.

"Place called Jersey Devil Refinery, maybe five miles off, just off the turnpike."

"How do you know there's gas there?" You asked, unsure whether to believe him or not.

"Got overrun day number one," he answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "All the tanks are still full, just rusting away."

"All right, take us to this refinery," Warren replied. "And if there's gas there like you say, you can ride with us to the next outpost."

The man grinned, "you won't be sorry."

Garnett looked unsure but went along with it anyway. "Let's get out of here. I'll be riding with Warren and a new guy. Everybody else load up in the truck."

Murphy groaned. "So are we just gonna pick up every sketchy loser at every place we stop?"

You scoffed, "well we brought you along, didn't we?"

Once you got into the back of the trunk, 10k leaned in to you and whispered. "You don’t trust him, do you?"

"There’s a lot of people here I don’t trust."

—

When you reached your destination, Murphy scrunched up his face as Addy parked the car.. "What’s that smell?"

"The undead and gasoline."

The group discussed the best way to draw the Z’s attention away from the pump that was drawing them in. Eventually, Cassandra pulled out a necklace that had a music box built inside it.

"That's great," Warren nodded. "You're our decoy."

"I'll go with her," the sketchy guy said.

"I’ll come too," you volunteered. Your gut instinct was telling you to not trust the two of them together.

Cassandra glared at you. "I don't need his help, or hers."

"No, you need cover. Take them." Warren paused and looked around before letting out a deep sigh. "Where'd that kid go?"

"He was here a minute ago," Doc said with a shrug.

You added, "His name is Ten Thousand."

"Well, he'd better be back by the time we're ready to go," the older woman frowned. "Change of plan. Astra, I need you to stay here with Doc, and Murphy." You opened your mouth to protest, but Warren cut you off. "No arguments."

—

"Wonder how it's going?" Doc asked. "I haven't heard anything blow up."

"Yet."

You kicked Murphy lightly in the thigh for his insensitive answer. "Don’t be such a negative jackass."

After watching Murphy and Doc play cards for a while, you turn to face the ‘saviour’ of the world. "How'd you get to be the savior of the human race?"

He let out a grunt, "you really wanna know?"

"Yeah."

"Truth is for a guy who's been wrongly convicted, I'm actually very civic-minded. I volunteered."

"So the doctors gave you the vaccine, and then they let the zombies bite you?" He nodded. You didn’t like him, but nobody deserves to have that happen to him. "How many times?"

"Eight."

You sighed, "I’m sorry that happened to you. It must have been awful."

He shrugged, "I blacked out."

"Shut up, you two," Doc said quietly. "We have some nosey neighbors."

As soon as you noticed the group of zombies that were starting to walk past the truck, you shuffled down in your seat, but Murphy started frantically yelling. "Call the others! Get us out of here!"

"Stop yelling." You frowned, "you're attracting them to us."

"Astra, keep him inside," Doc instructed you. "I’m going to draw them away."

"Wait, it’s too dangerous to go out there yourself!" You pointed out, "I’ll come with you."

The older man shook his head. "He might be our last chance. Whatever happens, keep him alive."

You watched as Doc disappeared into the crowd of Z’s. You just hoped he would come back.

—

You tried to try and calm Murphy, who was panicking loudly. The occasional zombie would bang into the car, but as long as you stayed out of sight and quiet they would hopefully pass by.

"Get us out of here!" Murphy yelled as the car began to move slightly.

"Stop being so loud, you're attracting them."

When a Z managed to get its finger through a crack in one of the windows, you leaped forward and cut its finger off, causing blood to spray onto the seats, and Murphy to be even louder.

Oh fuck. We are screwed.

In the distance, you could hear Doc shouting. "Ten thousand! Cover the car! Murphy and Astra are trapped inside."

Gunshots filled the air as the dead began to fall to the ground. You let out a sigh of relief. 10k, and Doc had your back.

"Hey, it's going!" you exclaimed, only to be cut off by the so-called saviour, who shoved you to the side and jumped into the driver's seat. You jolted back when he slammed his foot down. "Where the hell are we going!"

Losing control of the car, Murphy crashed into a wall. You let out a scream as you felt something cutting into your skin, before blood began dripping from your hand. "You stupid son of a bitch! You almost got me killed!"

The door to the truck swung open as Warren helped you out. You were vaguely aware of somebody helping Murphy to get away as well. You knew from the snarling noises coming from behind that the Z’s weren’t far behind. You made it back to the others just in time, as the truck you were just in exploded. At least it’s taken out some of the dead.

Warren raised her hand for everyone to be quiet. There was a ringing noise coming from a phone box. Garnett, who was the closest, answered it.

"Sergeant Charlie Garnett," he paused before continuing. "Please tell us where to drop him off - California? Hold on - That's not gonna happen," he turned back to face the group. "We need to go somewhere closer."

"Closer?" You asked questions.

What in the world have you gotten yourself into?

Shaking your head, you turned to face the other way. "Oh shit. Dead, coming right at us."

Addy and Mac held off the dead while the rest of you ran towards the only vehicle your group had left. "Wait, we can’t leave. We aren’t all here."

Doc looked around worried until he spotted 10k running. "Wait! Here comes the kid!"

"Found these."

You smiled as he handed Warren the small gas tanks he’d found.

As the group rode off, 10k’s smile fell from his face, and was quickly replaced by a frown. "What happened to you?"

You glared at Murphy. "I cut my hand with my blade when we crashed. I have some bandages in my bag, I’ll be fine."

Without saying anything, 10k began rummaging in your backpack and pulled out a first aid kit. He bandaged up your hand before returning the kit to you.

"Thanks."

He shrugged, "no problem."

You shifted awkwardly. You wanted to talk to him, but weren’t sure what to say.

10k took you by surprise when he leaned into you, and spoke quietly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, yeah."

"What does Astra mean?"

A warm feeling spreads through you, "well…"

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candied-peach · 2 years

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ao3: “in pencil and ink” rating: T genre: fluff warnings: analogical, confessions description: Virgil realizes something after one too many sketches of his roommate. (day 2: crushes/confession, @analogicalweek )

Virgil's always liked art. It's a way for him to express himself, it's a way for him to calm down, and it's not like it really matters. He shows his roommate, Logan, his sketches sometimes, usually the ones of cryptids. His favorite is Mothman, and his sketchbook is full of little fluffy doodles.

But sometimes, he realizes in dismay as he stares down at his sketch, his art is a little more than a meaningless doodle. He didn't mean to, but he's just drawn his roommate cooking dinner, and sketched each line so carefully, he might as well have spelled out I love you in the pencil smears. He can't show Logan this. This is- oh no.

"Virgil?"

Virgil jumps, his sketchbook spilling to the floor, still open to the damnable page that shows off Logan's features in loving detail, down to the look of concentration on his face as he stirs. He scrambles to grab it, but Logan plucks it from the ground first, his eyes touching upon the drawing by accident, then going back for a second look.

"This is amazing, Virgil," Logan says quietly. "You have a real talent for art." Virgil blushes red as a tomato, as Logan hands his sketchbook back.

"Thanks," he mumbles. "I um...I try?" He internally cringes at his answer, it sounds pathetic. But Logan just smiles at him and brushes his shoulder as he returns to the kitchen, and Virgil never does figure out what Logan wanted.

That's not the start. But it is the beginning of Virgil noticing, and that's almost worse. Because he has it bad for his roommate, and he isn't sure where it started, but he knows how he's ended up. His sketchbook is filled with sketch after sketch of Logan. Logan smiling down at a book. Logan scribbling in one of his notebooks. Logan taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Logan making breakfast, no matter how many times Virgil tries to help. Instead of Mothman and the Jersey Devil, it's just Logan, and that's-

One or two drawings is understandable, but his whole book has been overtaken with them, and he probably looks like the world's biggest creep. Or he will, if Logan ever sees his sketchbook again. And how can he just stop showing off his work with no explanation? He'll make Logan think that he's done something wrong! Logan hasn't done anything wrong, it's just Virgil, and maybe it would be for the best if he just-

Should he just confess? Will he have to look for a new place to live? Not that he thought Logan would just kick him out or anything, but would the ensuing awkwardness ensure that he wanted to dive out the window? What if it ruined their friendship?

But if he doesn't confess, then he'll have to come up with some shitty excuse as to why Logan can no longer look at his sketchbook, and that hurts just as much as the thought of confessing and having it all go horribly wrong.

Virgil swallows, his fingers denting the cover of his sketchbook, as he marches into the living room. Logan is already there, book in his lap, although he appears lost in thought.

"Here," Virgil blurts out, before he loses his nerve, and thrusts his sketchbook in Logan's general direction. His palms are sweaty as he hands it over. He can hear his heartbeat stutter, thrumming in his ears.

Logan takes his sketchbook slowly, as if he can tell this isn't routine, and thumbs through it just as slowly, pausing to take in each line, each pathetic ode to Logan's profile. Virgil bites his bottom lip so hard it nearly bleeds, his anxiety making his hands tremble until he fists them and shoves them in the pockets of his hoodie. At least then, they aren't visible anymore.

"These are stunning, Virgil," Logan says calmly, as if he has not just been presented with his roommate's obsession with him.

"I'm sorry," Virgil nearly spits out, before Logan can say any more. "I- I didn't mean to draw so much of you, I just- I really like you, and-"

"I really like you, too," Logan interrupts, and Virgil's mouth sags open in surprise.

"Huh?" He manages to say inelegantly.

"Your work is beautiful, you are beautiful, and I like you," Logan says, carefully setting Virgil's sketchbook and his own book aside. "I'm falling in love with you, actually. Is that all right?"

"More than," Virgil breathes, and an enormous smile wreathes his face as he ends up launching himself into Logan's arms. "Oh thank fuck I'm not the only one," he mumbles into Logan's shirt. "I don't think my heart could take it."

"I think your heart is stronger than you give it credit," Logan says, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head and making him melt. "However-" He pauses. "Your heart has nothing to worry about."

If his shirt ends up a little damp from Virgil's tears, neither of them mention it.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #analogical #romantic analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #virgil #logan #analogicalweek2022 #sanders sides fic #📚#ok to rb #peach writes

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seiya234 · 2 years

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and all the trees of the field will clap their hands 3/?

In which an important errand is taken care of, Multibear explains it all, and a special guest star is alluded to. Part 2 here.

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some things were important.

At first, as they left Newark, the car was lively with chatter and catching up, the simple act of speaking in person, in being each others presence.

The car began to go south along 95, and then turned off the interstate onto a state highway, going through the Pine Barrens.

“You know I’ve met the Jersey Devil?” Dipper said as they passed endless rows of scrubby pine trees.

“Really my boy? I’ve tried looking for them for ages!”

“Yeah, she’s pretty reclusive, even after the Transcendence. Also she prefers to be called Deborah.”

The longer they were in the Barrens, the quieter the car became. By the time they pulled off and began to drive through the swamp the car was completely quiet.

Just off the causeway, on the outskirts of a mid-sized city, Grunkle Ford turned a sharp left, and down a dirt road into a cemetery.

The triplets looked at Dipper, their eyes asking “Did you know about this?”

He shook his head, fluffy brown hair swirling around him, for once as in the dark as they were.

The gate wasn’t open, but before either old man could get out of the car, Dipper snapped his fingers and it opened.

While the cemetery wasn’t overgrown, it had clearly seen better days. Outdated standing granite tombstone and flat metal plaques abounded, and if there wasn’t such a funereal hush in the car, Acacia would have asked if babyland meant what she thought it did.

Finally, the car stopped, and the kids and Dipper got out without being asked. Ford and Stan bent their heads together for a second, murmuring, before setting off in a diagonal direction across a field.

It became immediately clear where they were going, for it was the only grave with fresh flowers on it. The stone read “Sheila Marie Pines, Mother, Daughter, Full of Shit, Much Loved.”

“I can’t believe the cemetery let Shermie put that on the stone,” Ford finally said.

(this wasn’t Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, this was Stan and Ford, just the two of them in the world, and everyone else fade to black behind them)

“Yeah, well, you know Shermie,” Stan replied.

Ford chuckled. “Yeah. Our sister.....she was-”

“Yup.”

“Did... did you go to the funeral?”

Ford nodded. “Had to take a train from Gravity Falls to manage it, but I did.”

“Was it good?”

“Shermie made it good.”

Stan smiled slightly (and Willow was hit with the thought, the bone sure surety, that this was the first time Stan had ever gotten to see his mother’s grave.)

Ford’s brow furrowed. “Where did these flowers come from though?”

Stan didn’t say anything.

Ford looked at him.

Stan looked at Ford.

They talked without talking for a second, (and Dipper knew that, and the triplets knew that) before Stan said aloud, “once a week.”

“For how long?”

“Since I moved into the Shack.”

“Oh. That’s...that’s good.”

From his pocket, Stan took out a stone that Hank had seen him grab from the yard yesterday morning, and place it on the top of the grave. Ford did the same, albeit with a stone that was glowing a distressing brown color.

“Show off.”

“Hey, I found this in the intricate ice caverns of Ios under Antarctica!”

Stan snorted. “Yeah, like I said, show off.”

Ford shoved Stan in the shoulder, and then they were both laughing, and maybe there were tears in their eyes but the moment had broken, and Dipper and the triplets were real again, and now Dipper was walking around in little circles noticing how many other Pineses were around in this section, and Acacia was sketching the scene out for Stan while Willow added her own pebble to the top, and Hank finally had the courage to ask “Who is Sheila Pines anyway?” which set Stan and Ford off telling stories until the sun went down and they went back to the car.

(ignored in all of this was a small piece of rectangular metal from the funeral home poked into the ground, the name Filbrick Elmer Pines no longer legible. In another eight months the lawnmower would finally forget to dodge it and it would become mangled under the blades, leaving no trace left.)

---

Multibear finished talking, and Henry stared at him for a second.

“That... was quite the story,” he finally managed weakly.

“Why haven’t we heard about this before now?” Mabel asked quietly.

Babies. Those were babies that came at them. They were babies forever, and that was the worse thing Mabel could possibly imagine.

(Logically, Mabel knew that the long arc of history was not usually kind to little bodies. It had never stopped hurting however.)

“How could we not know?” Mabel said again.

Multibear looked at her, piteously or condescendingly, she couldn’t quite tell. “The forest doesn’t owe you its secrets.”

Anger swelled in Mabel, but she bit her lip because, well, he was right.

“And, admittedly,” Multibear went on, throwing her a bone, “the Huntsman had slipped our minds as well. We have long known where and how to avoid him. How to surreptitiously pin him down on his nights of freedom. And then there was the threat of your brother...” He hung his many heads. “Our guard was let down.”

Mabel reached over and patted one of Multibear’s paws. “It’s okay. We know now. How can we help?”

Henry raised his head, and his voice, though quiet, rang out like a shot in the still air as he asked “Why us?”

“Henry!”

He ignored her as he went on. “It just doesn’t make logical sense is all. Surely the inhabitants of the forest are numerous enough to overthrow this... Huntsman?”

Multibear nodded. ‘Yes, that is a very good point- please, Mabel, do not be upset.”

Darn it, she was upset! She looked at her husband, who met her gaze for gaze.

He was sheet white, and even the freckles on his skin looked less orangey-brown than normal. There were greys at his temple that she had noticed obviously, but not like this, never like this.

There were bags under his eyes. He looked tired.

He was tired.

“Schmebulock, our finest legal scholar,” Multibear went on, “managed after an adventure of great length and infinite excitement to find a copy of the Huntsman’s deal in the Forbidden Library of the Ebon Plains- oh, it was a fantastic journey, a tale for the ages, would you like me to tell more?”

“Er, maybe another time Multibear,” Mabel said apologetically, looking at Henry and winking, rewarded with a wan smile in turn.”

“Very well, another day. Point being, he determined that the wording of Bill’s deal was vague enough to give the Huntsman magical dominion over not only the forest, but the peoples living within. We can mitigate the majority of the harm he does to us and others but-”

“You need us to finish the job,” Mabel finished.

For the first time Multibear looked uncomfortable. “Yes. And we would be in your debt-”

“No.”

Mabel looked at Henry, who had taken his glasses off to clean them. He breathed on the lenses, and then as he began to rub them down he said, “This is not about debt. Or owed and owing. You are our neighbors and our friends. And while I would not be so bold as to claim the forest as our home, we live on its boundaries, and are informed by it in our day to day life. Of course we will help you.”

Henry put his glasses back on. “I just wanted to know what we were getting into, was all.”

Mabel leaned over and bumped Henry’s arm with hers. She loved him, so goshdang much. A thought occurred to her.

“So....what is it we need to actually do?” Mabel asked.

“You need to find and burn his remains,” Multibear answered.

“Oh. That’s it?”

"Well-” If multibears could blush, Multibear would have been beet red. “We forgot where it is.”

---

"Here she is kids, the Stan-o-War!”

“Two!” Ford added unhelpfully.

The triplets stared at their grunkles for a second.

“So.... we’re going to spend two weeks here?” Acacia asked.

The adults looked at each other. “Er, yes?” Dipper finally ventured.

“On a boat?!” Hank was not usually prone to italics but this time they were definitely there.

“Why, yes my boy, on my boat, which does serve as my home in addition to being my research vessel.”

The kids looked at each other.

Then they began to attempt to beat each other out of the car, which led to a mad scramble of limbs and red hair and seatbelts as each of them tried to be the first to get out of the car.

Ford blew out a huge breath. “Oh, thank goodness, they’re excited.”

Dipper spied in the waves long, flowing, brunette hair.��“Wait until they see who we invited.”

#transcendence au #seiya writes!

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gamer-logic · 3 years

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The States and 2P America

So the 2ps get to the 1p world after making a truce with their counterparts and escaping their collapsing world where they're the only survivors. They then proceed to live with their 1ps in a crazy roommate sort-of situation. The only problem is that when Allen gets to Alfred's house it's this huge mansion and one of the states opens the door making him very confused as he never had states of his own and his idiotic 1p is the father of 50 kids!

"What the *beep* Porkchop?! Since do you have fifty little brats runnin’ around?!"

Alfred gives him a full rundown on finding/raising the states and then proceeds to draft him into babysitting! At first, Allen tried to ignore them but then faces the painful realization that leaving 50 states alone is never a good idea. After finally rounding up everyone he could find and freeing the thirteen (most responsible being Delaware and Virginia) from being trapped in the barn by their younger siblings, he does a headcount.

Allen: Okay one, two, three.....45. We're missing five! Where's Nevada, Hawaii, Alaska, Texas, and New Mexico?

Random state raises their hand: I think Nevada's in Vegas gambling again. He goes there a lot to triple his allowance!

Another state: I remember Texas said something about rodeos and bull riding all the way to Dallas. Also, Alaska and Hawaii left a note saying something about hanging out with New Mexico and Tony in Roswell!

Allen: But we're in D.C.! How did they get all the way over there in 3 hours?! *States shrug while Allen looks close to screaming into the void* Okay, everyone into the bus! We're going to get your siblings!

Cue cross country road-trip like the hangover where, after hours of getting lost in Disney Land, Delaware’s nagging about being the oldest and most mature much to Massachusetts chagrin because he’s clearly got better colleges, getting into a dance contest in Maine, keeping Arizona from getting stuck in the Grand Canyon for the hundredth time, Wisconsin participating in a cheese eating contest, Maine cooking seafood, Georgia making 30 peach cobblers, Colorado making a giant igloo, Washington and Oregon's hippie phases making a return, playing hockey in Minnesota, fishing Michigan out of the great lakes, New Jersey getting stalked by the Jersey Devil who’s like that stray cat that keeps following you around, keeping New York from starting a fight at Yankee’s game, gator wrestling in the Florida everglades, getting dressed for Mardi Gras in Lousianna, getting lost in Iowa’s biggest corn maze, the Dakota twins almost killing the Carolinas for trying to graffiti Mt. Rushmore (there’s a bit of a twin rivalry), avoiding the secret service less they get caught and ratted out to Alfred, seeing Old Faithful at Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming and trying to keep Alabama from sticking his head in it on a dare, crossing the Mississippi, running from rodeo clowns that Tennessee angered after he picked a fight with them for insulting his country music, finally picking up Texas with his new Rodeo bull-riding championship belt and tying him up with his own lasso, various misadventures, including recuing Idaho from an accidental marriage, in Vegas that will stay in Vegas, finding/grounding Nevada from gambling after he almost lost 50 grand and Wyoming to a circus, they finally arrive in Roswell.

Allen, too tired to care at this point: Alright! Who's this Tony New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska said they we're with?

Maryland: He's Dad's cool alien friend from 1947. New Mexico likes hanging out with him in his spaceship playing pranks on Britain and the other nations!

Allen hardly believes her but is too tired to care at this point: A-Alien? Sure, why not?! Let’s just go get them! Maybe we’ll run into Nessie too!

Iowa whispering to Ohio: But isn’t Nessie in Scotland?

Ohio: *shrugs*

After falling into a series of booby traps a la Alaska, they finally track down Tony’s ship in Alaska and find the three playing video games with Tony. It finally registers in Allen’s mind that there’s a real freakin’ alien in front of him playing Mario Kart.

Allen: T-t-that’s an….

State: Yep!

Allen: And he’s playing video games….

States: Yep!

Allen, not able to handle this anymore: *faints*

After a not so long drive back to D.C. courtesy of New Jersey’s driving, Getting KFC in Kentucky for supper with vegan salad for Allen and irritating said state in the process, and almost forgetting Rhode Island, they finally make it bake to D.C. and settle Allen down on the couch, gathering around him to watch a Marvel marathon acting like the innocent little angels they’re not. They also duct tape California’s mouth shut and tie her up with Texas’ lasso because she wouldn’t stop complaining about watching her newest one instead. Alfred finally arrives home from a meeting in Berlin around the time they finish Doctor Strange and sees Allen crashed on the couch with the states around him.

Alfred: So did you have a good time with Uncle Allen?

States: We sure did!

Wisconsin bragging about his trophy made entirely of cheese: I’m the king of cheese once again!

Alfred: Great! Now it’s off to bed everyone!

States: Aww! But we wanted to stay up and play with Uncle Allen!

Alfred: No buts, you can play again tomorrow! Now off to bed!

The states start trudging up to their rooms with California finally being freed. Georgia putting a blanket over Allen, Hawaii putting a hibiscus print pillow under his head, and Maryland putting a note on the end table as they go out. Allen finally wakes up and Alfred, watching the rest of the marathon notices.

Alfred: You were awesome with them dude! I’m going to let you babysit from now on!

Allen: *Screams and faints again*

Alfred: Heh! He’s so excited! *Munches on popcorn*

The next morning Allen wakes up and reads the note: “Thanks for taking care of all of us today! We had a lot of fun, Uncle Allen! From the states. P.S. You were super cool playing baseball at Yankee stadium! Teach us sometime? Also, there's a salad for you in the fridge! :)"

He crumbles the note and puts it in his jacket trying not to break his tough-guy persona. But later when no one looking, he takes it out with a small smile and thinks these brats aren’t so bad after all.

Eventually, they grew on him and Allen comes to consider the all the states like his own secretly loving it when they call him Uncle Allen. They may be little gremlins but his gremlins and if you so much as touch one hair on their head you’ll get a face full of his nailed bat!

Just another day in the Jones’ household!

Meanwhile In Canada:

James is babysitting the provinces for Mathew and is currently in drill sergeant mode pacing in front of the nervous, with the exception of Quebec who's extremely excited, lined-up provinces. Kumajiro (cub) and Kuma (adult) are just chilling and watching them with whistles around their necks and cute little maple leaf hats courtesy of British Columbia.

James: All right, listen up! I’m going to teach you all how to rough it and survive out in the wilderness! Now, who knows how to start a fire?

All the provinces turn to stare at Manitoba.

Manitoba: Oh, come on! I set fire to Papa’s flannel shirt collection one time!

James: Okaaaaay ignoring that, everybody get into groups of two and I’ll assign jobs!

Nova Scotia raises her hand: But there’s thirteen of us!

James: Fine then, eenie meenie miny mo… *Points to Prince Edward Island* you! Prissy pants boy you're with me! We’re gathering firewood!

P.E.I. looking up from his mirror: Excuse me!? I’m not gonna get these designer clothes dirty picking up filthy wood!

James *facepalms*: Give me that! *Proceeds to chuck the mirror into the lake much to P.E.I’s horror and Ontario’s glee!*

(They don't get along because of P.E.I.’s arrogant personality and constant declaring himself in charge despite Ontario being the oldest and having the capital).

James: We’re out here to survive off the land which means no cell phones, no internet, and definitely NO BEAUTY PRODUCTS. NOW IS THAT CLEAR?!

Provinces: Sir, yes sir!

James being the big softie that he is but won't admit: Good! Now we meet back here by sunset and we’ll roast marshmallows!

Everyone hurries and gets on with their jobs with Alberta somehow ending up stuck in a tree and harassed by woodpeckers and Yukon and Saskatchewan being the most successful by communicating with/befriending a family of beavers that help them build a shelter. By the end of the day, James also feels a sense of fatherly protectiveness and pride over the provinces like Allen. he also secretly loves it when they call him Uncle James. Nunavut also manages to find bigfoot who helps gather food much to James’ shock!

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ladylooch · 8 months

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Emma’s reaction when timo officially gets traded to New Jersey??

-🌸 anon

My alarm jolts me awake suddenly on Monday morning. I had been dreaming distinctly of hiking in the mountain with my brother where he was asking me all these scrutinizing questions about Ibiza last summer. I roll my neck to the side, glad that isn’t real. I rub at my eyes, grabbing my phone to turn the alarm off.

My thumb pauses over the iMessage notification with Timo’s name.

See you soon? 😈

My eyebrows furrow. I haven’t seen Timo since he left Switzerland in the fall to return to California. He changed his schedule suddenly and went back to California earlier than normal. He stopped by for one last night where neither of us discussed the last time we had been together. Or how much it ached falling asleep without one another that night.

I stare down at the message, then decide not to respond. I have a busy day ahead of me and can’t get caught up in Timo over 9,000 miles away.

It isn’t until later that night, when I’m snuggling into my couch with my red wine that I see what Timo meant. I’m scrolling on Instagram and I see his face pop up on the Devils instagram. I slap my hand over my mouth to keep my wine between my lips.

“Oh… god.” I mutter, reading quickly, my brain scrambling to understand the English in my frenzied state. I pull up my messages app, looking over his text again.

A shiver of pleasure rolls over my body for a moment, then is doused by the reality that we are still… so complicated. I shut my phone screen off, tossing my phone over to the other cushion without responding again. A ding lights my screen up at the same time. It’s Timo again.

You going to avoid me this hard in March?

I frown, furrowing my eyebrows in slight annoyance. Nico must have told him I’m coming. Great. Now if I bail on my trip to America, I look like I’m running away from him. I’m not giving him the satisfaction, plus Nico is really looking forward to my trip. He’s been sending me restaurants and ideas of things to do for weeks.

Some of us have lives that do not revolve around the NHL?? I send back to Timo. The little bubble appears immediately.

Busy girl. Good thing I’m on your brother’s team now. Less work for you to keep up. I suck my cheeks in at his sassiness. Popping back an eye roll emoji in response.

You been thinking of me? He asks.

Yep, can barely sleep 🤪

You won’t be sleeping when you get to Jersey either.

Settle. I’ll be staying with Nico. And aren’t you injured?

Ohhhh she knows I’m injured? But doesn’t check up on me? Oops. I pause over my keyboard.

Are you going to be okay?

They think I’ll live.

I’m glad. I take another sip of my wine, ruminating it over in my mouth to taste the full flavor profile while watching his text bubble work.

I’m a little homesick though…

Yeah? Can I send you anything?

You.

I’ll be there soon.

I can’t wait 😘

I love Nico. I can’t wait to see him. But suddenly, I can’t quite wait for Timo either.

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Emma X Timo Meier #hockey writing #nhl fan fiction #🌸 anon

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chxrrysangel · 3 years

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The Accident

Part Four | Masterlist | Part Six

Summary || Per request of Nat and the contract, Diana goes to Bucky’s first football game of the season. However, there’s no smooth sailing in the storm that’s about to come.

Relationship || fakeboyfriend!Bucky x black!ofc

Warnings || language, angst, mention of violence/threats, pet names [angel, baby, darling, etc.]

Word Count || 2,208 words

October

“Boo!” At the sound of someone’s voice in my ear, I shriek and drop my books on the ground.

“Jesus Christ Nat! What the fuck? You know I’m jumpy!” She laughs at my reaction, not bothering to apologize.

“I know, that’s why I do it.”

“You’re a menace you know that?” I pick up my textbooks, annoyed with my terrorist of a friend.

“And you love me anyways. Actually, speaking of menace…uh Bucky? You two are quite the pair.”

“Yeah, I uh... I guess we are.” I add a smile, hoping that my lack of reaction doesn’t raise any suspicions.

“So, how did that happen?” We begin to walk down the sidewalk, making our way to the science hall.

“I don’t know, it kind of just did. I mean we were friends before, so it’s not like dating a stranger or anything.”

Nat looks at me with a lost look on her face, before her memory decides to actually be useful.

“Right! You tutored him last year, didn’t you?”

“Yup. Spring semester.”

"So, are you going to the game on Friday?"

"Uh uh. Absolutely not. I barely understand football on screen, let alone in person. Besides, what reason would I have to go?," I respond with a laugh.

Nat stops in her tracks at my words, giving me a look that suggests murder. I feel like I should be scared now.

" I know you didn't just say you're not going. You couldn't have."

"'But I did?"

"Di, do you realize how completely moronic and embarrassing it is for the girlfriend of the Quarterback to be m.i.a from the first game of the season?"

Oh right, I forgot about that. When she puts it that way...

"Shit. I forgot about that. You do make a good point."

"Of course I do, I always do. So you're coming?" The way she looks at me, like an excited child on Christmas morning, forces me to say yes.

"Yes! Oh you're gonna love it! The games--"

"Natasha!" The two of us flick our heads in the direction of the voice, seeing Steve jog between the small crowd of students towards us.

Fantastic.

"What's up beautiful?" Steve kisses Nat's forehead and wraps his arm around her, wedging himself between us. Like I'm not even there.

"Nat, I'll see you later. I've gotta get to psych in like 10 minutes and the building is massive. Bye, gotta go."

I don't really give her the opportunity to say anything before I make my exit. I'm not really in the mood to speak with Steve right now. Ever since Bucky and I started "dating", he’s been a complete dick. I’m starting to question what I ever saw in him. I make my way towards the campus Starbucks, deciding to get some breakfast for once. Nat doesn’t need to know my psych professor cancelled class for the rest of the week. Apparently she has the flu. Lucky me I guess.

~~~~

While Nat is talking my ear off about Steve, I notice a certain someone making their way up the stairs towards us. My mood gets instantly lifted, happy to avoid this draining lovesick conversation.

“Hey James, what’s up?”

He looks nervous. Why is he nervous?

“Hey angel, do you mind uh…can you braid my hair for me real quick?”

He stands in front of us like a sad puppy, and it’s completely adorable. How could I possibly say no? I direct him to sit on the concrete steps so we’re closer together, thankful for the wide distance between the bleacher sets. That way, I don’t have to apologize every time someone needs to walk past. Nat excuses herself, something about wanting to get snacks.

“So, Barnes. How you feeling?”

I begin to part his hair down the middle, and he reaches his arm back to pass me the scrunchies on his wrist. Let’s just hope he’s not tender headed, otherwise this might take longer than I think.

“Uh, a little nervous not gonna lie. But, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“How’s Nat?”

“She’s good. Still talking my ear off about Steve every minute of her life, but good.” I notice his fist tighten when I mention Steve’s name. Right, they don’t get along.

“Speaking of that devil reincarnated, how’s Steve treating you? Still a dick?” The question sounds leading, like he knows what answer I’m going to give.

“Uh, don’t even get me started. Being a dick doesn’t even cover it.” My eyes roll just thinking about it.

“I can fix him if you want. I’m not afraid to set him straight, just say the word.” I finish the second braid, tying up both ends. Then I go to sit next to him so we’re more of less eye level.

“James, no. Absolutely fucking not. I am not letting you get suspended from the team for kicking your teammate’s ass. It’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens.” His jaw ticks at my rejection.

“And why not? He’s being a bully. I can’t let my girl get bullied, especially by a guy.”

My girl?

“Well your girl, fake or not, won’t let you out yourself in harmsway like that,” I whisper to him.

Bucky’s face turns to me fully, grabbing my cheeks so I have no opportunity to look away.

“My mom would kick my ass for letting any one of my girlfriends get bullied by a guy. It’s my moral obligation to fix this. So let me. Please?”

“James. Promise me you won’t do anything. I can handle it. And if I do need you, I won’t hesitate to ask. Okay?”

He looks at me hesitantly, eyes flickering back and forth between my features. After some deliberation, he nods and lets me go.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

Bucky pulls a folded up cloth out of his helmet, handing it to me shyly. A blush creeps up his cheeks as I unfold the layers, causing me to smile. He’s kind of cute when he’s nervous. I soon realize what it is and quickly unravel the rest to see the full thing on display. Holding it up, I marvel at the purple and white jersey, number 17 in big bold letters. I turn it around to see the name Barnes scripted at the top.

“You’re giving me your jersey?”

“Yeah. I have tons anyways. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girlfriend come to my game without it? It’s very convincing.”

“Right.” I take the opportunity to peel off my puffer jacket, before sliding the large jersey over my long sleeve shirt. Bucky smiles while watching me, dimples making an appearance.

“You look good in my clothes, I think.”

“So does this mean I can steal some in the meantime?” His face takes on a fake-annoyed expression at my question.

“ Ha ha, very funny. Don’t get ahead of yourself Angel.”

“We’ll see, James. We’ll see. Now go, the games started and I’m not gonna hold you up.”

“Alright, alright. Yes ma’am. Just know when I wave at you from the field, wave back. Okay?”

“Okay, now go! Before I push you down the stairs!”

Bucky kisses my cheek before running down the concrete steps, diving through the crowd towards to locker rooms to put on his equipment. The game’s starting soon and the stadium is buzzing with activity. Eventually Nat comes back, holding nachos and soft drinks in hand.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Oh, not much. I braided his hair and we just chatted about the game and stuff.” Nat nods, diving into her nachos while we wait.

“Oh look! There’s Steve. And he’s waving at us!”

Nat directs my attention to the field, the starters making their way to the 50 yard line. Steve waves at us—well Nat if I’m honest—and I meekly wave down at him. However my attention is soon diverted by a certain blue-eyed goofball barreling down the grass towards the edge of the gate. Bucky waves like an excited toddler, before throwing a kiss at me. Indulging in his stupidity, I catch it and he beams. We could be great actors if I do say so myself. He waves goodbye before running towards the middle to discuss last minute plays.

~~~

I’m gonna be honest, football is not that entertaining. It’s even worse when you have no idea what’s actually going on. I feel like a fish out of water, watching Bucky and his team run around like tiny ants on the fake grass. Why does he like this again?

It’s just a little bit past half-time right now, and they’re at the 20 yard line. If they can get this play and score a touchdown, we’ll be that much closer to making sure the other team can’t win. It’ll be too late in the game by then to score enough points to come out victorious.

I barely pay attention to the other players, only watching Bucky with my undivided attention. Steve too, but to a lesser degree. He’s the only reason I’m here right now, and he’s quite entertaining to watch actually. I may not know what’s going on, but he loves it. So the least I could do is indulge in his interests, it’s in the contract anyways.

For some odd reason, Coach Williams calls a time-out halfway through the play. This almost never happens. I watch as the players begin to make their way to their respective sides. Steve throws the football across the field, likely towards one of the wide receivers. But then I quickly realize where this is going. My eyes flicker over to Bucky just as he takes off his helmet. Oh fucking hell.

“Bucky!”

I’m too late. The football hits Bucky square in the side of his head at lightning speed and his body collapses on the grass. I watch with horror as Steve runs frantically across the field like he made a mistake. Time moves almost in slow motion as I jump out my seat, taking the stairs two at a time. I nearly fall on my face several times, the concrete steps too wide for the speed at which I’m running. It’s gonna take at least five minutes to make to the field from where we are, so I move as fast as my legs could possibly carry me.

The security guards at the edge try to stop me but I merely push my way around, not caring that they’re yelling at me about trespassing. I genuinely could not give less of a fuck right now. I run across the grass field, tears in my eyes and fear coursing through my veins. Please let him be okay. Please.

I shove my way through the crowd of giant football players, again not caring if I’m being yelled at. Bucky lays in the middle on the ground, eyes closed and face flushed. Kneeling beside him, I brush the whispy strands out of his eyes.

“Bucky? Are you okay?” I whisper close to him, knowing what loud voices can do for a concussion.

“Bucky? Please, just answer. Say literally anything.” Again, he doesn’t respond, which causes my palms to sweat even more.

“James? Are you alright? I need to know if you’re okay.” His eyes flutter open, before shutting quickly due to the blinding lights of the stadium. Yeah, a concussion will do that to you.

“Diana? Angel? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“My head hurts.” I laugh lightly at his remark, just relieved that he’s okay. Well, as okay as you can be when you have a major concussion.

“I know baby. But we gotta get you to the nurse, okay? Now can you stand up for me please?”

Bucky makes a weak attempt at standing before another pair of hands come to help him up. By the bracelet on their wrist, I can already tell it’s Thor. Coach Williams says something about taking it slow to the nurse, but I’m barely listening. All that matter right now is Bucky. Then as soon as we found out he’ll be okay, I’m gonna kick Steve’s ass. I might even break his spine while we’re at it. If there’s anything I know about Steve, it’s that his aim is quite literally perfect. That was no fucking accident.

#fakeboyfriend!bucky #fake relationship #bucky fanfic #angst #romanogers #natasha romanov #marvel au #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x black!ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #steve rogers x original female character #black!oc #bucky x reader

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babeyvenus · 3 years

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The Wolf Among us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf's as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

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Chapter 15: The Confrontation

Once the cab stopped, finally arriving at their destination, Bigby woke up and gently shook Sonya awake.

She mumbles and rubs the sleep out of her eyes as he opens the door and climbs out of the cab with her following behind. Bigby stops to light a cigarette, and Sonya looks at it with an eyebrow raised. She never understood why he needed one every 5 minutes.

They enter the empty looking shop, curiously looking around. Bigby huffed out a puff of smoke when he noticed a sign that said No smoking. He rolled his eyes, taking another drag before squashing it under his foot. The front of the shop was pretty small. A machine that held drinks was almost practically empty.

There was also the cooling unit that displays the different types of meat but each slab of meat was practically covered in ice. Bigby walks up to the counter door and was about to open it, until the door that leads to the back of the shop opens, revealing a balding man.

His expression faltered into a look of fear once he saw Bigby. “Bigby Wolf?”, he asked and glanced over at Sonya. “You must be the new deputy. What happened to you two?”, he asked, scanning their disheveled state.

“We’re looking for a piece of the Magic Mirror.”, Bigby said, walking to the counter towards the butcher. “Um… wh–what?”, the butcher stuttered. “The Magic Mirror’s missing shard! Where is it?!”, Bigby growled out.

“Bloody Mary brought it here, didn’t she?”, Sonya asked, looking behind him. "What? B-Bloody Mary? Magic Mirror shard? Wh–what kind of place do you two think this is?”, Johann asked, chuckling nervously. “Don’t give us that bullshit.”, Bigby sneered.

“I’m not. What you’re looking for, I-I think you two’d be better off looking at, uh….the Lucky Pawn. Yeah, or some place like that.”, Johann nodded.

"Listen to me and listen fucking carefully. We know Bloody Mary hangs around here. So you need to start fucking cooperating right now!”, Bigby yelled.

“I-I am.”, Johann said.

“We already went to visit Jersey. He wasn't all that cooperative until we had to get a little...persuasive.”, Sonya told him.

“I’m cooperating. I swear.”, Johann cries. “Anyway, if I’d known you two already looked at the Lucky Pawn, I-I wouldn’t have pointed you there. I-I just figured anything worth a damn in Fabletown goes through Jersey’s hands at some point. You guys know that. Believe me, I don’t wanna waste your time. And I certainly don’t mean to offend. I don’t know how else to help."

"Yeah, well Jersey had those dirty hands wrapped around my neck not too long ago.”, Bigby explained. “Oh….sorry.”, Johann said.

“He was an asshole so I'd suggest you don't follow him.”, Bigby said, crossing his arms. Johann frowned. “Listen. Crane had the mirror. Mary had Crane. And she comes around here, right?”, Sonya asked.

Johann stays quiet. “If you’re covering for her, we’re gonna have a problem with you. So you better think real hard about what you say next.”, Bigby threatened.

“I….Sheriff…Deputy, I–”, Johann stuttered nervously, rubbing his hands together, He looked behind him for a moment. “Did you hear that?”, he says, tapping the counter. Bigby and Sonya looked at each other.

Johann goes to the back door. “Oh, I’m real sorry. Hold on, I-I just gotta go check on that. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”, Johann said as he inched closer to the door.

“Butcher…”, Bigby starts to warn.

“I just have to go see…”, Johann walked into the door, leaving Sonya and Bigby confused. Bigby lifts up the counter door and Sonya follows behind him, her eyes catching a red button. "That fucker...", Bigby growled.

They walk through and Sonya looks at Bigby, putting a finger to her lips. They move silently through the freezer full of hanging pig carcasses on hooks.

“I got it covered back here, guys. I’ll be right out.”, Johann called out, his voice echoing, his voice echoing through the room. Sonya tapped Bigby’s arm, pushing a finger to her lips, reminding him. Bigby nodded and led her further.

They moved quietly, pushing the carcasses out the way. “Just wait out front, I’ll be right there.”, Johann tells them.

They don’t say anything, pushing through the freezer. “I’m sorry, Sheriff and Deputy, but you two are not supposed to be back here. For, uh….safety purposes.” Johann said, nervously.

Sonya rolled her eyes and Bigby shook his head as they pushed through. When they got closer, they could hear Johann whimpering to himself. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. They’re gonna kill me….oh god, she is gonna fucking kill me….” They finally see Johann moving boxes around.

“They're gonna get me killed….the things I do…”, Johann softly whines. Bigby holds a hand out to stop Sonya, walks up to Johann and taps his shoulder, making him jump in fright. “B-Bigby! Please-”

“Bigby!? What happened to Sheriff!?”, Bigby shouts, storming up to the cowering man. “P-Please, guys. Please don’t. I don’t wanna die. Please….please don’t kill me.”, Johann whimpered, backing away. Bigby walks up and slams Johann up against the door. “Shut the fuck up.”, he growled lowly, squeezing Johann’s face.

“Bigby!”, Sonya exclaimed. He growled at her voice. “Bigby, he’s not a threat. Put him down.”, she says, walking up to him. He turns his head to look at her. She could see a glimmer of yellow in his eyes and she frowned softly. “Relax.”

Bigby looks away from her, dropping Johann. Johann gasps for air and looks up at Sonya, heavily breathing. “Thank you."

"We’re not done here, Johann.”, Sonya says. “I’m not part of their crew!”, Johann blurted. His face changes into an expression of realization and he lowers his head. “Fuck….” He sighs. “The Crooked Man’s people. Jersey Devil….Dee and Dum…and that mental case Bloody Mary. You wanna talk about the real butcher? It’s her, not me. This is her place.”

Bigby glances at his wrapped arm, annoyed at the mention of her name.

“I’m telling you, they muscled in on me. Took over my storage and delivery a long time ago. All ‘cause of that heatwave. That summer was even hotter than this one. I let Mary and those porters stay cool in the meat locker one day. Playing cards, having a great time. I guess they were sizing the place up. Shows what I get for being nice. I’m just a victim in this…I don’t know what they do back there. I swear.”, Johann explained.

“You lied to us in the front. Why the fuck should we believe you now?”, Bigby asked. “Because it’s the truth.”, Johann shouted. Bigby pushes Johann out of the way and squats down to pull the door open.

Once he pulled the door open, their eyes widened at the sight of some kind of lab going on. Test tubes, shelves full of ingredients and a boiler caught their attention as they walked inside.

The table in the middle of the room had stools that were chained to cuffs. In the far part of the room was a large chalkboard that looked like it was frantically and messily erased.

“What is this place?”, Bigby asked Johann.

“I told you, I don’t know. They muscled me out! I swear, I don’t know anything more. I haven’t been back here when it was like this.” Johann said.

Sonya frowned seeing a red light was on with a sticky note that said RUN! “Sonuva...”, she growled, turning to Johann.

“This business….it’s all I’ve ever had. I guess that’s why I stuck around when they took it…”, Johan said looking around.

“Damnit, you can’t act like you’re forced into this, and then turn around and help them. They��d still be here if you hadn’t flipped that switch out there!”, Sonya fussed, making Bigby glare at him.

“I had to! You two come in here, making trouble for me….but you two only give a shit now 'cause the Crooked Man stepped on your toes or something. Where were you when they took this place from me?”, Johann exclaimed. “It hasn’t been easy for me…. y-you think I wanna live with this at my back?”, Johann asked.

“Alright, Johann, do me a favor, just shut the fuck up and stay out of the way. Can you manage that?”, Bigby asked.

Sonya shook her head and walked over to the table and picked up a box, dumping the stuff out. Her eyes widened at the sight of glamour tubes. “So this is what Beast was delivering.”, she murmured.

She picked one up and showed it to Bigby. “Could be dangerous stuff.” Bigby said.

“Maybe just don’t touch anything back here? Please?”, Johann begged. “Didn’t I tell you to sit down and shut up?”, Bigby growled. Johann looked away in fear.

Bigby looked down at the shackles, frowning deeply. “These chains….who’s getting chained up here?”, he asked Johann.

“You can’t think I’m the only one the Crooked Man has under his yoke?”, Johann asked, shaking his head. “Is this what those loans get you? That crooked piece of shit! Ribbons. Chains. It’s all the fucking same!”, Bigby shouted in anger.

“What are they even making here?”, Sonya asked, frowning sadly at the thought of the ribbons. "I’m just a butcher. You wanna talk t-bones? That I can do. This stuff is way outta my league.”, Johann told her.

“There are a lot of nasty spells you could make with the right equipment….”, Sonya muttered, looking around.

Bigby goes over to the table and sees packages with the same symbols he saw at the Tweedles' office and Greenleaf’s. “That symbol. It’s on all the packages. What is it?”

“That’s the Crooked Man’s….brand. It’s on everything that goes in and out of here.”, Johann explained.

“So you do know something, huh?”, Bigby said, rolling his eyes. Sonya leaned in to examine it closely.

“Is it a wheel or..?”, she asked Johann.

“It’s from back in the Homelands….a torture device.", he said, making her eyes widen. "It came over here with the rest of our stories. Not that Mundies need any help coming up with that kind of thing…it makes people crooked….by breaking their bones and– do I really need to explain this?”, Johann asked, exasperated.

She shook her head. "I don't blame you for not wanting to explain more. People who are really into the dark arts of entertainment are not all there with decency."

Bigby goes over to the board, scanning it from top to bottom. “Too bad they had time to erase it all. This could have been useful.” He raised an eyebrow at the sight of a familiar coat.

He bends down and picks it up. “I know this isn’t your coat.” Bigby said, showing Johann. “What’s it doing here?”, Bigby asked.

“It’s a coat, what’s the big deal about some dirty-”, Johann said but gets cut off by Sonya. "What if that's Crane’s coat?”, she asked, making Bigby intrigued.

“It’s seen some abuse.”, Bigby said, looking at the coat. He pointed at the blood and Sonya rolled her eyes. “I’m sure he handled it just fine.”, she said, making Bigby smirk. He opens up the coat and sees three pockets inside of it.

He digs in the bottom pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. “Hello, Benjamin.", Sonya says, grinning and looked for more clues by the table.

"No time for travelers checks, huh?”, Bigby mutters, placing the money in his pocket. He digs in another pocket and pulls out a torn picture of her from Lily’s glamour tube.

“That sick piece of….”, Bigby growled. “What?”, she asked, walking back over to him and he shows her the picture. Her face grows sour. "Great…", she says, sarcastically.

He frowns in concern and she shakes her head. Bigby digs in the last pocket and pulls out a shard of glass. “It’s the shard!”, Sonya squealed in delight. “Thank God.”, Bigby said, relieved.

“Hey! Hold on!”, Johann shouts, catching their attention. “What the hell am I supposed to do now? I’m gonna have to spend the rest of my short life looking over my shoulder for Bloody Mary. They won’t care that I held up my end. There’s no way to get out of this.”

Sonya smiles at Johann. "Now that we've got the shard, we're gonna get this done. That crooked bastard won't touch you."

“Thank you.”, Johann smiled in relief as Sonya and Bigby walked out of the freezer and walked to the front of the store. Before they left, Sonya flips the sign from open to closed and finally leaves.

Bigby waves down a cab, sighing out softly. "We're getting so close. I can feel it." Sonya smiles at him. "I'm pretty proud of us.", she says, holding her hand up. He looks at her hand with an amused expression and gives her a high five.

Once the cab pulls up to them, they climb in and look at the shard. "The mirror will finally be put together..."

He nodded before his eyes widened to the sound of soft rumbling. He looked over at Sonya as she wore a shy expression. "Was that-"

"Yeah…haven't had much to eat since we've been working.", she said. He frowned. "Why didn't you say anything?", he says, only to hear his stomach rumbling louder than hers.

He grumbles as she snickered. "I can go get us something to eat while you go and get the shard in the office.", she offered.

"You sure you'll be okay by yourself?", he asked, feeling wary of her being alone at this time. She nodded. "I don't think they'd attack me in a food place.", she says, smiling and tells the driver to send her to a sandwich shop.

She climbs out and hears the window roll down before turning to the cab. "If you feel like you're in trouble, call the office. I'll be right by the phone."

She rolled her eyes in amusement and mockingly saluted. "Yes sir."

The Woodland Building

Evening

Bigby walks in the office, frowning at the sight of Bluebeard, Toad yelling and arguing with Snow.

“I don’t care who killed the prostitutes, if Crane was helping himself to the community coffers, it means his hands were in my pocket. And you just let him go!”, Bluebeard shouted at the secretary.

“I don’t know what you heard, but it did not happen like that.”, Snow corrected. “Are you denying the facts?” Bluebeard asked, challenging her.

“She’s denying me the chance to get a word in. Now, Miss White, I–” Toad started to say but Bufkin shouts. “Sheriff Bigby has returned.”

They turned toward him. "The ole wrecking ball, himself!”, he hears.

“Where have you been? Where's Sonya?”, Snow asked, walking over to him. “I’m not finished here Miss White–”, Bluebeard shouts. Snow turns to him. “You will have to wait! Just one moment, please.”

She turns to face Bigby. “Look what we found.”, he says, proudly pulling out the shard. He smiled at the sight of Snow’s shocked face. “Seems your dog wants a biscuit.”, Bluebeard remarked. Bigby glared at him.

“Bufkin! Get this piece in the mirror, right away!”, Snow orders. Bufkin swoops down, taking the shard. “With pleasure, Miss Snow.”

“Finally. Things are swinging back in the right direction. Good work, Bigby.”, Snow said, making him smile. “You two have been gone all day. What did you uncover?”, Snow asked.

“We had to get real persuasive with the Jersey Devil, down at the Lucky Pawn, but he told us that the Crooked Man’s door moves. It’s some kind of magic door.”, he explained.

“Do you think the mirror will be able to find the door…once it’s fixed?”, Snow asked.

“That’s how Crane did it. And that’s how we’re gonna do it.”, Bigby replied, nodded.

“Excellent work. Really.”, Snow smiled. “Sheriff, I could use your assistance. Would you join me at the mirror?”, Bufkin calls. Bigby shrugs at her and heads over to the mirror.

“Don’t go far, Sheriff. I’d like to have a few words of my own with you.”, Bluebeard declared. “How about you fuck off until I’m good and ready.”, Bigby snapped as he walked over to the mirror.

“I don’t understand….this piece just doesn’t want to join the rest. Do you have any idea why?”, Bufkin asked Bigby. “You got me.”, Bigby said, shrugging. “Well, where did you find it? What has it gone through since being separated from the rest?”, Bufkin asked.

“I found it in Crane’s coat. Last person I saw with Crane, or his coat, was that psycho Bloody Mary. Maybe she had some–”

“Ah, yes. Miss White was asking about here. That explains it! You-know-who and the Mirror have a very…unhappy history with each other. How would you like it if she tried to use you as a doorway?”, Bufkin asks. “I think I already know the feeling…”, Bigby says.

“Well, I think I know how to proceed, now. It will just take a little extra….coaxing. That’s all. Thank you for your help. It could be awhile, Sheriff. I’ll find you when it’s ready. Besides which….he might not want to come out with you watching.”, Bufkin said.

Bigby raised an eyebrow at this info. “Oh, he doesn’t like being spied on?”, Bigby asked, intrigued and crossed his arms.

Bufkin shrugs and smiles at him. Bigby turns around to walk back towards the other three and Snow walks up to him. “Is it fixed? Did you ask about the Crooked Man?”, she asked him. “Bufkin’s still working on it. He said it might be awhile.”, Bigby informed Snow.

She sighs and looks at Bluebeard and Toad, who were arguing with each other. “I can’t take those two right now. We’re to catch a murderer, and they’re….they’re over there bickering about bureaucracy. We’re….at war! Don’t they realize that?”, Snow asked, frustrated.

Bigby raised an eyebrow. “Do you need help over there?"

"Yeah, thanks.”, Snow said, smiling. “Go talk to Toad…but just so you know….we can’t pay him. He really needs to go to the Farm, you know. So, just break the news and be done with it, okay?”

Bigby sighed and goes to lean on the edge of a table. Snow goes to sit in Crane’s old desk and begins to talk to Bluebeard. “Toad! C'mere!”, Bigby calls out.

Toad turns to face him and rolls his eyes. “I see how it is. Passed off to an underling, eh? Why am I not surprised?”, Toad said as he waddled over to him. “Well you two did cause what damage brings me in here, so maybe it’s for the best. Just need a little bit more dosh to cover it. I tried talking to her about it, but it’s like chatting up a brick wall, it is. Now I’m sure you’ve got your own agenda, Sheriff. But I’ve taken a real wallop because of you two. And you can’t deny that.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t take me seriously, Toad. How many times have we told you to get glamoured up?”, Bigby asked as he stood up, putting his hands on his hips. “You know that when you’re out of glamour, we gotta send you to the Farm.”

Toad narrows his eyes at the bigger male. “Well….How about your friend, the pig, hm? Isn’t he going to the Farm, too? Yeah, you thought we didn’t know about him, huh? The worst kept secret in Fabletown. For a friend, the rules’ll bend.”

“Colin stays in my apartment. It’s a lot different than a three-foot-tall frog walking the streets.” Bigby replied. “What?! If the pig doesn’t have to go, I shouldn’t either!”, Toad disagreed, angered. Bigby returned the gesture with a glare.

“Okay, okay. If you give me one more chance and hear me out. I’ll see a way for me and me boy to stay. I’m not gonna ask for any more than I need. I just want to stay. So whaddya say you just give me enough to cover me glamours and…we’ll call the rest a wash. Please, Sheriff, don’t take TJ away from the only home he knows. This whole glamour rule is….oppressive. I’ve done nothing wrong but look different. You know it’s not right….burdening the weakest of us like this.” Toad said, giving him sad eyes.

Bigby sighed heavily and remembered picking a wad of cash out of Crane's pocket. He grimaced thinking that he should've given it to Sonya just in case she didn't have enough to buy for food but gave it to Toad anyways.

"Here. This was Crane’s money but I don’t think he'll need this anymore.", he says, pulling the wad out. Before he gave it to Toad, he gave him a fixed look. "This is for your glamours only. If you buy unnecessary shit, you will go to the Farm. Am I clear?"

Toad nodded excitedly and skipped away, whistling. Snow noticed this and looked at Bigby in confusion.

“Bluebeard! You wanna talk? Now’s your chance.”, Bigby yelled. “I’ve just made my donation funding this office, so direct your questions to Miss White.”, Bluebeard says and leaves the office. Bigby's eye twitches in annoyance as he rubbed his temples to get rid of the oncoming headache.

“Well, at least he’s not trying to get rid of me….”, he hears Snow say. “He’s not?”, Bigby asked. “For now….did you two take care of Toad? I mean….I saw the way he left…I know it may not seem that important right now. But glamours are the law for a very good reason.”, Snow said, her hands on her hips.

“I took care of it. Let's not worry about that.”, he said.

“Fine. We’ll deal with it later.” , she said, sighing. “I know I should be asking how it got like this….but I just keep wondering why it happened….to Faith and Lily. You two have seen his world. Do you guys have any idea why he’d want them dead?”, Snow asked, pacing around.

“If there’s one thing we’ve figured out, it’s that the Crooked Man is all about control. It’s what he does with the loans at the Pawn Shop, the magic he peddles…chains…ribbons. Maybe Faith and Lily weren’t doing what they were told. Or….maybe they just tried to leave.”, Bigby said.

“Sheriff! Miss White! I believe the mirror is repaired!”, Bufkin announces. They look at each other before walking to the mirror.

“I have to say, I have been better…but thanks for putting me back together.”, the Mirror rhymes. Snow sighs and steps up. “Mirror, mirror….we’re glad you weren’t slain. Now please show us….that sick creep Crane.”

The mirror then shows Crane and Bloody Mary talking. “You will get on that plane to Paris and you will wait for the day the Crooked Man needs you. Until then, not a peep. Otherwise, I get to deal with you my way. So please….please disobey.”, Mary said to Crane, threateningly.

Suddenly, Mary looks around as if she were searching for something. “Wait a minute….someone’s watching….” Then, she looks dead at Snow and Bigby, grinning wildly raised her hand.

The mirror started to shake and turn red and the face of the mirror came back into view. “What ....just happened?”, the mirror asked, disoriented. “We pointed you in the wrong direction….and looked at Bloody Mary’s reflection.”, Bufkin explained.

“Oh….her. That explains the sting. I’d rather not have to feel the pain she brings. So….let’s not do that again, okay?”, Mirror said.

“Looks like we’ll have to track him down later.”, Bigby said. “You’re right. We need to focus on the immediate threat. And that’s the Crooked Man.”, Snow said.

Bigby sighs and hums. “Uh, Mirror, Mirror…no time to pout….so where does the Crooked Man hang out?”

The mirror showed a door with the Crooked Man’s symbol on it. “I don’t recognize the door, but…that’s the Crooked Man’s symbol on it.”

“Hold on…”, the mirror said as a different door appeared with the symbol on it. “The door…it moves…”, Snow said, shocked. “Told you.”, Bigby said, smiling at her. “Wait a minute, I know that door….that’s Central Park.”, Snow said.

“I don’t know when it’s gonna move again, but we gotta get there before it does.”, Bigby said. “Bigby, wait!”, Snow shouted, making him pause and turn to her. “When you get the Crooked Man…make sure you bring him back alive. He has to stand trial. We can’t just dispense street justice.”

"Yeah, yeah, we'll bring him back here. Alive. Then we can clean him and cook him together.”, Bigby says, rolling his eyes.

“Good. I have enough to worry about here while I prepare the case against him. So, I’m going to trust you two to handle this properly.", she says and turns to hear the phone ring.

Bigby rushes to answer it, "Hello?" He hears Beast's rushed voice. "Bigby? Something bad happened!"

Beast was calling for him?? This couldn't be good. Bigby's eyebrows furrowed. "What happened??"

"I was on my way to Johann's, I know I shouldn't have gone over there but I saw Sonya being kidnapped and beaten! I think it was the Tweedles.", Beast rushed to explain.

Bigby's eyes widened at the info. His teeth gritted and bared as he tried to keep himself together. "I'll get her.", he says, hanging up.

Snow's eyes widened. "What happened?"

Bigby looked at her. "The Tweedles got Sonya. They must know we already have the shard." He storms to the door. "I'm gonna end this.", he says and leaves.

The Gothic Bridge

Central Park, 94th Street

Night

Bigby made it to the door with the symbol on it, just in time. He steps in, a bright light blinding him for a moment before he realized he's been teleported to a different area.

It seemed like a castle hall of some sort. He heard footsteps and hid behind a wall, getting ready to pounce on whoever was here. Instead of an actual threat, there was a young man with a crutch and a leg brace on his left leg.

“Tim? What the hell are you doing here?”, Bigby asked, shocked.

“Good evening, Sheriff.”, Tim said and held his left hand out towards him. “I’m here to take you guys to the boss. Thanks, by the way…for leaving off Tiny. Tiny Tim. You’d think I’d have outgrown that centuries ago."

Bigby looks at Tim’s hand and shakes it. Tim smiles at his gesture and lets go. "I have to admit, when they asked me to watch the door….I wasn’t sure what to expect when you came through that portal. I know you aren’t here on a social call.”, Tim said.

“Hold on, you’ve just been waiting for me to show up?”, Bigby asked him. “You knew I was coming?”

“That’s what they told me.”, Tim replied. “I dunno, they said you two made it pretty clear. I’m supposed to bring you right on in, so….If you will come this way….”, he said, beginning to lead him away. “Look, this is the one thing I have to do. Please, don’t make this hard on me… I don’t want to get in trouble. So…if you can follow me.”

“Fine. Lead on.”, Bigby said. Tim smiles at him and turns, starting to walk down the hall with Bigby following behind.

“Thanks for understanding. This is all I’m here to do, and…I don’t want to mess it up. I know I’m probably the last person you’d expect to be a…guard. Or an escort for that matter. I was a little surprised, myself, when they asked me to do it. I thought it was a joke, actually.”, Tim explained.

“You shouldn’t be here, Tim. This place is dangerous. Especially for someone…like you.”, Bigby says, looking at the man's leg.

“It’s…not like that. Whatever you may think of him….he doesn’t treat me like some….broken little kid. I think he gets what it’s like.”, Tim said as he pats his left leg. “He gave me a job. And I’m lucky to have it. This is the only option I’ve got. Just….keep that in mind, maybe? ‘Cause if you and the boss go up against each other….the rest of Fabletown is gonna get caught in the middle.”

“I understand the position you’re in, but you don’t have to do this. There are other things you could do.”, Bigby says. “So it’s just that easy?” Tim asked, frowning.

“Maybe not, but you don’t want to be a part of this.”, Bigby says, and begins to walk ahead of Tim.

“A lot of us depend on him. Some of us never get to the front of the line at the Business Office. But he’s there. We need you….but we need him too. What we don’t need is a war.”, Tim said to him.

“Hey, Sheriff, hold up….I gotta go in with you. Hold on!”, Tim shouts. Bigby stops and waits for Tim to catch up. “Thanks.”, Tim said, smiling as he walked past him and led him to a large door.

Bigby frowned at the laughing and loud voices and looked over at Tim. “Go ahead. You got a job to do.”, he says, nodding his head. Tim's smile gets bigger as he opens the door. “Sheriff Wolf, sir.”, Tim said as Bigby walks in.

The room gets quiet as he's met with glares and shocked expressions.

He saw the Tweedles, Georgie, Vivian and Jersey were sitting there looking at him. Jersey started to charge towards him, but he noticed a shadowed figure on the couch, reaching his hand out to Jersey.

Jersey stops. “Thank you, Tim.”, the figure says and leans out of the darkness to reveal himself as The Crooked Man. A tall lanky man with a half droopy face and a mustache.

“I know the Sheriff isn't the….accommodating sort. But you handled it. You did well. You can go now.”, Crooked Man said to Tim who nodded and shut the door.

“You see? Everyone in Fabletown has a role to fill. You just have to pay attention to what they need to help them find it.”, Crooked Man said as he slammed the end of his cane on the floor.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Sheriff? We have a great deal to discuss.”, Crooked Man said as he offered a chair for him. Bigby takes a few steps forward, pulls out his cigarette pack, pulls one out and lights his cigarette.

“You’ve come a long way. You must be tired.” Crooked Man said. Bigby continues to smoke his cigarette, nearly biting through it. He notices Jersey reaching for his gun and almost snorted in amusement.

“And if my envoys are correct….you two haven’t had a lot of rest recently. Please, relax for a moment, will you? Do you want a drink? Something to eat? Vivian makes a very nice, very…. it’s elegant, really. Her carpaccio. It’s lobster….sirloin….”, he continued to offer.

He pulled his cigarette out, blowing out a large puff of smoke. "Speaking of my partner... where the hell is she?", he glared at the man. The Crooked Man nodded. "Ah...Ms. Sonya. She's here...just resting for a moment."

He looked up at Vivian. "Dear, will you go fetch her, please?" Vivian nodded and brought out an unconscious Sonya, cuffed and laid limp in Vivian's arms.

Bigby's jaw clenched at the sight as Vivian hands her to him. He cradled her, now getting a good look at her face as he felt himself getting angrier. Her face, nearly swollen and bloodied. A split lip, her eyes blackening and a good cut across her cheek.

He held her close and glared at the Tweedles. "What the fuck did you two do." They tried keeping a smug expression on their faces but nearly cowered back at his calm, angered voice.

"They were simply protecting me.", The Crooked Man explained. Bigby snapped his attention over to the lanky man. "Protecting??? She went to go get food. How were you in any danger?"

"I'll admit, they did go a little overboard but they mean well.", he replied, making Bigby's hold tighten on Sonya.

She groaned softly and he looked down at her as she looked up at him with a sad expression. "I'm sorry...I didn't even make it to the shop...", she whispered, hoarsely.

He frowned. "Don't worry about that.", he says, and stands her up. “We’re here for one reason. And it’s not to eat your fuckin’ food.”, Bigby said to the Crook Man.

“Really.” Crooked Man said.

“Yeah.”, Bigby says and throws his cigarette down on the floor. He stomps it out, holding her up.

He looked at her hands and looked at the Tweedles. "Where's the key?"

Dee shrugged, giving him a smile. "Must've dropped it."

Bigby growled. "That's fine...", Sonya says, wobbling to stand a bit before jumping and putting her legs through her arms, now having her arms out in front of her. She held her hands up, heating them up enough to melt the metal off of her wrists.

Jersey gets up, pointing his gun at Sonya's head as she rubs her free, sore wrists. Bigby growled loudly in warning while she just looked at Jersey, unimpressed. “What do you think you’re doing?”, he fussed at Jersey.

“They’re gonna–” Jersey started to say to the Crooked Man but Crooked Man interrupted him. “Mr. Wolf and Miss Blaze are our guests. And I have every intention of cooperating. So don’t waste the silver.”

Jersey still had the gun aiming at her. “Sit down, Jersey.” Crooked Man orders, making Jersey finally lower the gun and sits down.

"I thought you didn't need the bullets.", Sonya scoffs, wiping her mouth tiredly. "What a bitch..." Bigby frowned at her wobbling state and stayed near her just in case she fell over.

“Well, Sheriff, Deputy…for the sake of transparency, why don’t you two tell us why you’re here? It would help settle everyone’s nerves, I think.”, Crooked Man says.

“You’re destroying this town. Apparently you've been doing it for ages.”, Sonya replied. “Destroying this town? What on Earth do you mean?”, Crooked Man asked, playing confused.

“What the hell do you think I mean? Slavery, kidnapping, extortion, murder. Something you would call the wholesale corruption of Fabletown.”, she said, getting frustrated.

“I would call it the baseless accusation of a desperate Sheriff and Deputy.”, Crooked Man replied. “How are you certain this isn’t some…conspiracy against me? I’m a well-connected man….well moneyed. People do like to take their shots at me.”

“Who would try to pull that on you?”, Bigby asked him.

“Oh, I don’t know. Fables with a grudge, people who want a stake in my shops and services….but I can understand the confusion. And I am, truly, sorry about….the trouble all of this has caused you two. And I hope you believe me when I say that I sincerely mean to make it up to you two.”, Crooked Man replied.

“The recent murders have gotten such attention as of late….I don’t relish telling you that they were perpetrated by an employee of mine. It’s a very unfortunate bit of business, but….I promise you that the matter will be dealt with. Internally. I just want to settle the issue for you two. And to assure you that it’s over with. You two really don’t need to worry yourself further.”, he said.

Bigby starts to walk closer to him. “You really shouldn’t worry yourself. As I said, I’ve got this under control.”, the Crooked Man says.

“I already know who did it.”, Bigby said, making Sonya glance at him. “Forgive me, Sheriff, for doubting your acumen, but….who do you think committed these crimes?”, Crooked Man asked him.

“Don’t give us this employee bullshit. I know it was you.”, Bigby replied. Georgie laughed at his accusation, making Sonya glare at him.

“What must I say to convince you that I’m innocent, dear? It wasn’t me. And I have complete respect for you two and your jobs, I really do, but I’m sorry, I simply can’t divulge the transgressor.”, Crooked Man said.

“No. We’re dealing with this. Right now.”, Sonya said firmly.

“Yeah, right.”, Jersey sneered. “What do you think this is? Some kind of negotiation?”, Dee asked as Bigby walked up to him. “The man said he’d take care of it. So why don’t you two take the hint and get out.”

“Sonya and I are the law, not you. Now tell us who did it!”, Bigby demanded angrily, at Dee. “You think I’m scared of you?”, Dee asked as he looked over at Dum. He looked back at Bigby and laughed. “Haha! You’re nothin’ more than a–”

"I already know who did it.", Sonya says, catching everyone's attention. She glanced at Georgie with a harsh glare.

"Why didn't you say anything?", Bigby asked. "You never gave me the chance before you said anything.", she says, looking at him tiredly.

She shook her head. "It was Georgie. I remember waking up and passing out to hear him talk about it with the Tweedles. They were laughing about it.", she says, glaring at the three men.

“Georgie.” Bigby growled as he walked up to him.

"Amazing deduction, Deputy. Seems you're smarter than the sheriff.", the Crooked Man smiles. She glared at him too. "You're not exactly out of the woods either."

“As I said….I’ll be handling the matter if you don’t mind.”, Crooked Man said.

“You got what you wanted, so just–” Jersey started to say as he stood up but Crooked Man stopped him. “Sit. Down. Now.”

Jersey sits down as Georgie looks up at Bigby. “Yeah, I killed ‘em. So what?” He asked.

“Why’d you do it? Why kill them?”, Sonya asked, angrily. “Does it matter?”, Georgie asked. She looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "Uh, yeah. You broke a law. You murdered two fables. What do you think!?"

“What’s there to work out?! I’m protected, aren’t I?!”, Georgie asked the Crooked Man. “Your protection has limits….and I think you’ve far exceeded yours. That you could murder someone in cold blood like that….”, Crooked Man says, shaking his head.

“Look, the fact is….Georgie here misinterpreted one of my instructions….”, Crooked Man explained. “Misinterpreted?!”, Georgie exclaims getting up.

“And I want to make things right. So….let’s work something out.”, Crooked Man said, ignoring him.

“You fuckin’ asked me to do this! You told me to kill them!”, Georgie exclaimed, making Sonya and Bigby turn to the Crooked Man.

“And then attempt to blame me for it! You will be silent….while we discuss what to do with you.”, Crooked Man ordered Georgie.

“This is right bollocks, this!”, Georgie fussed then looked back at everyone. “You just gonna let him do this?”

“What the hell?!”, Vivian exclaimed.

The goons looked away from him, not saying anything. “So what do you two say? Can we discuss terms? You two can have Georgie. Consider it a gift….ensuring our continued cooperation.", The Crooked Man offered.

"Take this fucker! Take all of 'em! I didn’t fuckin’ start this!”, Georgie shouts, pointing at Crooked Man and everyone in the room.

“Don’t make any trouble, Georgie.”, Jersey warned.

“Are you seriously throwin’ me under the fuckin’ carriage?”, Georgie asked Crooked Man.

“No deals. It’s over, so get up.”, Bigby told Crooked Man.

“I’d advise against that approach, Bigby.”, Crooked Man said, warningly.

“You can’t just hand me over! What the fuck is this shit! You said you’d cover for us!”, Georgie fussed. For minor infractions, not murder.”, Crooked Man corrected.

“Just go with them, Georgie! You’re gonna sink us all!”, Jersey shouts.

“What’s wrong with you people! You’re really gonna sell him out just like that?!”, Vivian asked in disbelief.

“You think I give a fuck if I’m the one who–who the shit do you think you fuckers are?”, Georgie asked the others.

“Just surrender!”

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“Things are about to get unpleasant, and I would rather you two weren’t here to watch.”, Crooked Man continued.

“I do apologize, Sheriff….but I think it’s best if you and your partner leave now.”, Crooked Man said to Bigby. “There’s no way I’m goin’ with them! Are you kidding me!?”, Georgie shouts.

“You can go join that whore at the bottom of the lake for all I give a shit! But they’re not takin’ me anywhere! I’ll roll over on the lot of you before I let that shit happen!”, Georgie shouts at everyone.

“What are you saying?” Jersey asked.

“Yeah. What the fuck? You’re gonna make sure we all go down the shutter with you?”, Dee asked Georgie, angrily.

“We’re not going anywhere!”, Sonya yelled at everyone. The room gets quiet and Bigby looks behind her, growling lowly in warning.

She turns behind her to see their reflection and someone familiar as well. She gave them a grin and stepped out of the mirror in amusement.

Crooked Man places his hand over his face. “This could have gone so well…” then he looks up at Bigby and Sonya in anger. “To speak the truth, I’ve never been a very good mediator….why negotiate when you can just decide.”

“Did I miss anything good?”, Bloody Mary asked. Sonya mustered up enough strength to change into her first form and Bigby glared at her, his eyes glimmering with yellow.

Mary looks over at them. “Well, look at you… all fixed up.” Sonya lights her hand on fire but gets punched by Georgie, making her fall back.

Jersey attacks her and she puts her hands out, burning him before he could land a hand on her. Dum threw Dee a gun and he pointed the gun at Bigby.

Bigby knocked the gun away right when Dee pulled the trigger. The bullet hits a window in the back room to reveal the portal.

Bigby turns to it but Mary kicks him across the face, knocking him back. The goons walk over to the two, making Bigby change into his first form. Jersey turns into his skeletal form and charges at you.

“You two have done enough.”, Georgie said as he picked up a knife, swinging it at them. Sonya sees Mary lead the Crooked Man through the portal and tries to chase after them but gets stopped by Jersey.

She shot a blast of fire at Jersey, making him scream out. Dee restrained Bigby from behind, struggling with him. Georgie walks towards him with his knife. “I’d like to say it was nice knowin’ you…”, he said.

"Bigby!“, Sonya yells, running over but Dum punches her in the face. She growled at him, holding her jaw. "But I’ll be glad to see your insides turned out.”, Georgie continued as he thrust the knife towards Bigby.

Bigby dodges, making Georgie stab Dee in the side. Dee falls over and Dum runs over to help his brother.

Georgie continues to attack Bigby but Bigby grabs Georgie’s wrist, pulls the knife out of his hand and shoves the knife into Georgie’s stomach.

Georgie gasped and pulled the knife out as he backed away. “Oh God!”, Vivian cries as she runs over to Georgie.

Bigby rushes to Sonya, checking her. "You okay?", he asks. She nodded and saw Vivian and Georgie disappear through the portal and left. Sonya and Bigby looked at each and disappeared into the portal.

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