#the one where Albert's drunk and sad

[loiteringandlurking]

Albert lies on Race's bed. It's 8:34am (or so Race's clock tells him), he's groggy, and he can hear Race's microwave and coffee machine.

He blinks a few times. He remembers what had happened last night; he wasn't THAT drunk, and he remembers it was fucking embarrassing. He dreads facing Race as he will inevitably have to.

Race, the cute guy in apartment 309 that now knows it was Albert leaving him meals after he overheard on the phone Race hated cooking, Race who smells faintly of smoke and has a crooked smile, Race who he shared a bed with last night, Race who gave Albert his hoodie. Race who, Albert is certain of it, he is completely and totally crushing on.

He drags one foot to the floor, then another, pushing himself upright. His sweatpants are creased, the neckline of his- Race's- hoodie is askew, his hair is knotted and all over the place; he can tell just by running a hand through it. He follows the noise of the coffee machine to Race's kitchen.

There he is.

God, Albert nearly faints. His hair is adorably tousled, his shirt is loose and hanging barely onto his shoulders, he has his back to Albert, letting him drink in all of his sharp lines, curved musculature- or at least what he can see under the shirt.

Albert clears his throat.

Race turns, brandishing a mug. "Morning! How'd you sleep?"

Albert tears his eyes from Race's figure to look at Race's coffee machine.

"Uh.. alright. I'm a little hungover, though. I might get a glass of water?" He clears his throat again, looking down to his feet. "Sorry about last night."

Race is all smiles and bounces as he fills a glass with water and brings it to Albert, smiling softly and, dare Albert say, sweetly and lovingly, as he hands Albert the water and pats his shoulder.

"That's totally okay, man. I get it, I get you. I'm sorry about how fucked up and awful your emotions must be. But now we get to eat yummy breakfast together!" Race points at the microwave. "The food you made last night! I have no idea what it is, but it looks and smells delicious!!"

"We?"

Race looks away, takes his hand off Albert's shoulder- Albert's shoulder is cold.

"Well.. I mean, unless you don't want to..."

"No! No, I want to." Albert steps closer to Race, putting his own hand on Race's shoulder. "I just.... I was scared you didn't like me."

Race looks shocked.

The coffee machine stops brewing.

"No, Al, I..." Race sighs, looking away. "I don't know. I'm confused."

Albert sags, a little defeated. "That's okay. Take your time figuring it out. I'll be here for you, if you want me to be."

The microwave beeps.

"That would be lovely."

#back on my ralbert shit #this is the continuation of my other ralbert oneshot from recently #the one where Albert's drunk and sad #anyway hope you enjoyyyyyyy #newsies #newsies broadway #Albert newsies #Albert dasilva #newsies the musical #uksies #newsies uk #racetrack Higgins #race newsies #ralbert #ralbert newsies

[hooked-on-elvis]

[MORE PICTURES] 🐶📸 "LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE" (1968)

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I said I really like this movie. I found some more amazing pictures. Hope you like it.

ᐁ THE KING, ELVIS ᐁ

ᐁ Elvis and his leading lady, Michele Carey ᐁ

ᐁ Elvis and co-stars, Michele Carey and Dick Sargent ᐁ

Bizarre love triangle. 😆 ♥

ᐁ The trained dog, 'Albert' ᐁ

The star of the show. He was a Great Dane, a German breed dog. ♥

Adorable, isn't he? He photographed very well. ♥

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Well, that's it, friends. My 30-pictures-per-post limit was reached. I still do have more pictures from that movie to share. 😆 And I will, eventually.

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✦ PICTURES AND REVIEW ✦

YOU CAN FIND SOME MORE PICTURES FROM THIS MOVIE IN PREVIOUS POSTS IN MY BLOG | HERE AND HERE (the second content is for pictures, review of the movie and the link to where you can watch the movie online)

✦ BEHIND THE SCENES ✦HERE you can find a 'behind the scene' Elvis drunk story, from the time this movie was being filmed, and HERE I shared one story actress Michele Carey, Elvis' leading lady, shared on the film production time, when the crew heard the news about Martin Luther King Jr. being murder in Memphis, Tennessee (April 1968). She shared how Elvis and the crew reacted to the sad news.

In this picture above, Elvis' character is having a nightmare and Albert talks to him Hahaha, I love this movie! — "Live a Little, Love a Little" (1968).

#elvis #michele carey #live a little love a little #1968 movie #60s movies #60s films #vintage movies #elvis fandom #60s elvis #elvis history #elvis the king #elvis presley

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

I received your letter from Monday and Tuesday. I can feel that you are sad and a little discouraged, my dear child, and I would like to help you. But I am far from you and this great surge of love and tenderness that is throwing me towards you at the moment, you cannot feel its warmth. I love you and I understand you. If my heart, close to you, has never stopped being a little sad, even in our greatest joys (no, I forgot, sometimes, when happiness made me drunk, literally) it is because I have never stopped thinking about what I was frustrating you with. But I have always had, and this is my excuse, the blind hope that one day I will fulfill your expectations.

Yes, I am far from you and there are others in my life. But it seems to me that this life is so little a life that you do not lose much. I pass through the days and the presences, in a kind of dream - giving nothing and receiving nothing, not as unhappy as I should be, except by crises, never happy however, except in the reverie. It remains, however, that these days are lost to true happiness. But I am determined to make you lie when you predict that we will waste other days. Don't be sad, my dearest love. We still lack many things, but we have conquered many more. What we already have cannot be measured. And this is what makes us predict that we will overcome everything.

Too old! Are you crazy? You are just starting to live. And life still has all its joys and fruitfulness to give you. Its pains too, of course. But a great and faithful love is the crucible where joys and sorrows melt to become greatness and goodness. At least that is the hope I have for you. I could say that I am old, with much more reason. I have lived through many things, I have grown up very quickly, and my body itself... And yet I still feel strong enough to rebuild everything around me. You are my strength, it is true.  And if today you did not exist, life would be an unbearable desert for me, in the state I am in.

Patience, my dear, and courage. If the most lucid and passionate love can do anything in this world, I will see your deep face of happiness again. Love me at least and be confident. The day is gray. I went down to Grasse this morning to take my X-ray. The doctor thinks I am on the right track, as always. It's true that I have a terrible suspicion of him. This makes his opinion less valuable. We'll know more in March. But in any case I will not return to the mountains and I will remain in Paris. I will live in slow motion, but I will live near you.

The letter you sent me made me dream. The talent of the public! Let's talk about it. We write, we play, we create for a few, that's the truth - and it's hard to say for someone who would like to create for all. Tell me how our modest Torrens is doing. My love, my beautiful and great love, I would like you to finish this letter with a sweet warmth in your heart - with the certainty of love, with my lips on your neck and my arms around you. I love you and I am waiting for you. Goodbye, my darling, my beach, my sweet. I kiss you very tenderly, to begin with...

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 8, 1950 [#178]

#albert camus #camus #absurd #absurdism #maria casares #correspondance #love letters #love #sad #tenderness #heart #dream #happy #happiness #joy #sorrow #greatness #passion #world #lips

[zarcsobsession]

Leon Headcanon

These things came to me while chatting with @coffeebrownn ! I only ask one thing! If you don't like how I see the character, please leave! don't comment with hate and other nonsense just because it's not the way you want it! Thank you! If this behavior continues, I will have no qualms about blocking anyone! ______________________________________________________________

-Its "origins" are all Italian 100%, but when he was a small child he was kidnapped, by people who wanted money from his parents. By these people it was moved to different countries, until it arrived in America! where his "parents" changed his name and surname so as not to be chased back, suffering something like Stockholm syndrome towards his kidnappers, starting to call them parents and thinking that they are his real family, he doesn't remember the real one , and no longer cares about them, if anyone ever discovers the truth.

Leon is an excellent cook, who is interested in cooking and knows how to cook a really good Italian dish, if he is not drunk and has nothing to do, he could spend whole days on the sofa scrolling through videos of recipes and how to make them. - he has always been a motorbike enthusiast, but he had never had the funds to fix them up, or buy one of his own... if you remember the motorbike from the Vengeance film, great! know that it is in one of his garages to be fixed and refurbished, he felt guilty when he literally threw it at Arias and zombies in general.

Leon owns several houses spread across America! Many are completely empty, and unusable. The house he uses the most is in Alaska! and it's a gift from President Graham, to thank him for bringing his daughter back safely! it is one of those villas that on the outside you wouldn't give it a cent, but on the inside it leaves you stunned, with a modern design, but always taking into account the place where they are located, therefore using original materials, such as wooden parts etc.

Leon remained friends with Ashley! Often if she feels like talking about letting off steam etc, Leon will offer to listen and support her, when he's not in the middle of a mission.

Leon suffers from depression and alcoholism! Chris is there to help him take all his medications and get him to stop drinking!

When he returned from Spain the government forced him to take other medicines, such as suppressants and hormones, due to pieces of plaga left in his body from Luis's machines.

Because of these drugs, Leon trains a lot in the gym to stay in normal shape, without pumping himself up too much, becoming Ethan's training tutor for a short time.

Ever since he returned from Spain, Leon began to have a greater interest in sweet foods, when he was in company with others, he often stole Rebecca's coffee and drank it without being noticed, he was always ashamed of this thing which left him the plague.

If alcohol makes him irritable and angry, and on missions he seems to joke about everything, Leon's true character is a quiet boy, who listens, taciturn, but always ready to support those in need. He uses the jokes and pranks during the mission as a defensive weapon for his psyche. - He's not attracted to sex! but only sentimentally!

Owns a Maine coon cat! a gift from Claire when they met again, and as a joke she gave him the name Albert Whiskers (sorry but I love this idea too much and I want to have a cat with that name too). also owns a dog, named Luis in his honor.

He remembers every date when people dear to him died, often taking days off work to go to their graves to put new flowers and talk to them for a while.

After he argued with Claire, Leon felt guilty for not telling him the truth, and that he did it to protect her, he still regrets the fight, and often when he is sad, his mind takes him back there.

He has a strange relationship with Chris and Ethan! Chris and Ethan are a couple (now it's canon for me!), Leon is also in this relationship, Chris being the one who has to take care of him and remind him of his medicines (Ethan once he saw the medicine cabinet of Leon made a joke like: "but are they in a pharmacy or in a bathroom?!", to help him with his alcohol addiction. Leon is not interested in them in a sexual way! Except that he gets along well with them and is afraid of losing them.

He always sleeps with a duvet or two, lots of pillows, and if he's hot he turns on the air conditioning, but he will never remove the duvets from his bed.

Minimalist in home decorations, meticulous in cleaning weapons! He has a room with all the weapons he found in his adventures, and he takes Krauser's knife and Luis's red nine into great consideration.

He's fucking pissed at Ada, ever since he discovered that the mercenary, sold his favorite sheep's coat to the merchant, Leon loved that coat and it was his favorite!

#resident evil #leon scott kennedy #ethan winters #lethan #chris redfield #winterfield #personal headcanon #au

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @devirnis for Fuck It Friday! I’m going to put this entirely under the cut because it’s more ER nurse Eddie au and is him telling Buck about being shot at work by a family member of a former patient who died, which is a classic medical drama trope but might be understandably upsetting. Anyway….. tagging @rewritetheending @shortsighted-owl @burins @rogerzsteven @ anyone else who wants to share!

"I got shot," Eddie says, and then shrugs a little because he hadn't quite meant to say it.

"You got shot?" One of Buck's hands flutters up for a moment, half reaching towards him. Eddie wonders if he has a girlfriend out there somewhere. Eddie wonders about his own girlfriend, out there, somewhere. “Who- what? Where?”

When, how, and sometimes why. Christopher just had this English lesson. “In the ER.” Buck’s wide eyes get wider. “Disgruntled…” Eddie sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Former patient. Or- his brother died. Someone made a mistake. His brother died.”

Buck’s fingers tighten on the baby bag he’s carrying, and he flinches at the word brother. “Did you make the mistake?”

Eddie tilts his head. It’s not the question he was expecting. “No. I wasn’t even there the day it happened.”

“That’s…” Buck leans forward a little without seeming to realize. He’s frowning, forehead creased up and tugging his birthmark around. “It’s not fair.”

Eddie huffs out a breath that might be a laugh, which feels a little mean. For who? Eddie? The grieving man? The 22 year old brother who choked to death on his own vomit because a shift change and an influx of patients from a ten car pile up meant no one checked in on the drunk kid in bed 3 until it was too late? It was his birthday. He’d been out celebrating. He’d never get to celebrate another one, and his brother who’s eyes had been cracked open and raw as he’d held the gun is dead now too, and Eddie has an old scar on his left shoulder and a new one on his right and he can’t walk through the ER without his hands shaking. It’s not fucking fair.

"The world's a bad place, Evan,” he says to a man going to visit a new baby who’s just been brought into it. Eddie’s pretty sure the miserable look on Buck’s face is just a reflection of his own.

“It’s Buck,” Buck says.

“Right.”

Eddie should… leave, he should continue his rounds, he shouldn’t be having this conversation. Not with this person, anyway. Ana, his tia and abuela, his therapist - all of them have been trying to get him to talk about it, but it’s too big and sad and awful and if he drags it outside of the hospital walls it will stain his entire life and he’ll never get the spots out. But he’s… the stains are there already, he’s coming to understand. Christopher looked at him this morning, after Eddie had spent the night dragging himself out of nightmare after nightmare, and there it was in his expression. Eddie doesn’t know what to do to fix it. Eddie doesn’t know how to fix any of it.

And then Buck says “I wish I’d been there.”

It knocks the wind out of Eddie for a moment. He pictures it, Buck standing there splattered in blood, crimson smeared all over his face and obscuring his birthmark, making him look like some entirely different person. A shudder runs up his spine. “I’m glad you weren’t.”

“Eddie-“

“Buckaroo!” A short man walks out of one of the rooms, eyes tired and so full of joy. “We’re not allowed visitors, what are you doing here? Is that- where’s Albert?”

Eddie leaves. He walks away, leaves them to it, but when he looks back from the nursing station Buck’s expression is so regretful and sad he has a moment where he wants nothing more than to be there at his side.

But he reminds himself that the man is a stranger, and Eddie has work to do.

#I’ve never entirely understood the rules for fuck it friday but its just like fuck it im gonna post whatever right? #well. here ya go #wip #er nurse Eddie au #fuck it friday #tag games

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Phantom of the Opera: 25th Anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall

Live Commentary (feat @l10ng1rl highlighted in blue)

I do know that there were restrictions placed by the venue and the fact that it was televised but that's not gonna stop me from commenting on how lame they are.

Also **spoilers** we hate on Hadley Fraser's Raoul a lot in here. I know that much of this may not actually be Hadely Fraser's fault: the direction also has to be considered. This did come out a year after Love Never Dies premiered, and Raoul's character there is less than princely. It occurs to me that this may have impacted the direction/interpretation of his character here. Or not, who knows? All this to say, we're not actually hating on Hadley here, just this particular execution of the character. But also if you like this particular Raoul (not just Hadley Fraser), please do tell me why, I would be fascinated to know.

- Not me watching the 25th anniversary and being very sad that Earl Carpenter is in it and not as the Phantom

- Oh no! NINETEEN SEASONS? NINETEEN? they really dumped it on Carlotta here didn't they?

- I miss the elephant

- Madame Giry is Uber creepy here

- oh i see why you hate this Raoul

- I'm so glad I'm not the only one hating that Raoul 🤣🤣🤣

- I'm proud to announce that @l10ng1rl and I are founding the official Hadley Fraser as Raoul Haters Club

- They couldn't have done a regular dressing room set?

- "CHRISTINE DAAÉ! Where iiiis your red Skhhhafff?"

- Fucking hell he looks at her like she's something to eat

- Yeah no Hadely Fraser's Raoul is disgusting. He's got rape face I hate it

- I can't with this LED screen mirror

- Sierra's vibrato is really amazing. And I'm not gonna say she's the best Christine, like, ever, but that high-note is really chilling.

- RING! CLEAR RING SHOT! OMALAWD

- Ooh damn she cross-eyed

- "Music shall surround you

Hear it, feel it

Closing in around you"

I was warned about this, but I cannot believe how unpoetic this is. Go back to caress/possess, you cowards!

- Ok I do like when a phantom has to scramble a little to cover her with the cloak he's so cute

- WHY IS HE NOT IN HIS CAP AND GOWN? How is a banyan going to hurt the Albert Hall?!

- OOF HE GRABBED HER THROAT OH MY GOSH

- AND THEN HE THROWS HER! ERIK! BAD! BAD PHANTOM!

- Raoul may not have been with Christine that night be he was defo planning on it based on the way he was looking at her in that dressing room 😖🤮

- look everyone knows Raoul de Chagny is my punching bag, and I love nothing more than stepping on him, but This is not a Raoul for me to even step on, I wouldn't want to soil my shoes with his slimy self

- I appreciate when a phantom keeps the tune instead of *just* screaming at Christine. That so rarely happens.

- Ooh damn that "Burns in hell" went right down my spine

- Why is Firmin drunk? He's supposed to be drunk right

- I declare, I have NEVER seen Raoul played like this, WTF. He's so impertinent! What is this attitude? Where is the indignation in his "Of course not!"?

- This guy? I can totally see this guy gambling away his fortune and getting lost in the bottom of a whisky bottle

- Why am I so obsessed with this damn ring? I have a problem

- YEEEAARRRHHHH SHE'S SINGING TO BRING DOWN THE CHANDELIER!!!!!!

- this is the best croak

- Oh how deliciously homicidal! 😍 I love when wet get to see the murrrderrr

- This Raoul would have thrown her in a loony bin within five years

- *Oh jeez is she gonna start fucking crying? Ugh stupid hysterical women.* "alright come here, there, there it's alright " *rolling eyes* --Raoul's inner monologue

- RUN CHRISTINE! He's got the pong of marital rape about him

- No oh my gosh this Raoul fits how he's characterized in The Phantom's Atonement (@madamedestler) to a tee

- Patrick really is like an innocent schoolboy compared to this guy

- I've always loved the fact that the line that really sets Erik off on the rooftop is

"Share each day with me/each night each morning" That's the part where he goes from sad to angry

- Also also also I think it's precious that Erik assumes Raoul would fall in love with Christine for the same reasons he did. Because he's got ADHD brain he's like "how could anyone not be enraptured by her voice like I am ~.~"

When in reality Raoul's just going after her because he's already got an in

- I forgot that they don't actually drop the chandelier. They threw in the bring down the chandelier line and the chandelier doesn't even come down 🤣🤣🤣

- And NO ring snatch 😡😡

- I will NEVER GET OVER

Raoul: You don't have to Christine, they can't make you!

Also Raoul: they can't make you, but I can guilt you into it!" Fuck you buddy

- Fuck you Raoul! 🤣😂. I think you wouldn't feel a grain of regret to step on this Raoul without mercy

- Again, wouldn't even step on him. He'd get my shoes dirty. Being stepped on is for decent Raoul's who can be salvaged

- I am so, so digging these close up shots of Erik putting his hands all over her during ponr. Because Ramin's Erik so rarely actually lets himself touch Christine. So then when you get to PONR he just indulges himself a bit. And good for him

- I love the gentle, soft, touchy side of Ramin's Erik

- Can I have this ring custom made? How much would that cost? I want it so bad! I wanna wear it all the time and pretend I'm married to Erik ~sways back and forth~

I'm kidding, but I do want that ring

- I love/hate whenever a Phantom plays PONR visibly, forcefully horny during Christine's part in PONR because I looooove horny Erik but I feel so so bad for him because I know what's coming (and it's very sadly not him)

- OH! HE GROWWWLED! OH MY GOSH! HELP! He's got me. Ok he's got me.

- Uhuuu he's still growling oh my gooooooohhh

- I love what it says about Christine as a singer, actress, performer that even when she's *running away, struggling against him* she's still performing the play. I've just identified my stalker as being on stage with me but THE SHOW MUST GO ON! And honestly I love her for that

- Love how there's no grate so they have to have Erik hold her throat again so Raoul has a reason to sing "Free her!" As if Erik would ever put his hands on her throat in anger. And risk damaging her vocal chords? I don't think so

- yeah, that much neck grabbing I think it was unnecessary,and I also think that Erik would never do it. He would never harm her.

- The "Did you think that I would harm her?" line is harder to justify here. Which irks me because it makes me so weak every time I hear it

- Every time I watch the graveyard and the final lair I just want Christine to turn around and tell Raoul to shut up.

- Oh no! his eyes when she says "tears of hate"... aww baby

- I will never stop hating that she's calls him "pitiful creature"

- Yeah, with that "pitiful creature" she really thrusted the knife in his gut and twisted it

- Sierra is such a champ throughout this scene

- She is one of the very few Christines that is actually sorry and conflicted to leave Erik behind, not as her father figure, but as her other love interest. At least she is one of the few that can credibly convince me so

- I just cackled very loudly

- What made you cackle? Lol

- Raoul's face. When she kisses Erik. He looks like he would actually rather die than see her kiss Erik. This is almost as good as watching His face during ponr in the movie.

- 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤭🤭🥴🥴🥴 that one takes the prize!! He just reminds me of Sam the Eagle from the Muppets here

- Oh poor thing, he really had no self esteem at all

- YES GIRL. SOB.

- Ok OK ok

She starts singing All I ask of you

THEN Raoul appears

Was she actually singing that to Raoul?

- Oh yes, you got it! Was it for him? Hehehe, I don't think so

- Ugh she is on the knife edge right to the very last second

- Completely! Sierra is very believable in this scene

- Go AWAY Raoul! Let her stay with him, you're gonna regret this so badly son. She'll never love you the same, and you'll never have kids either. Just go hold off the mob so they can get away

- Gillian Lynne, MVP ever and always

- I love seeing Sarah and Michael together

They just make me smile

- Ok so we've got joj, colm Wilkinson (werrrr, not my favorite Phantom but I have to respect him), who else?

- ANTHONY! YASS!

- Oh thank goodness they let John take the high note

- JOJ AND ANTHONY WARLOW SINGING IN UNISON IS NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME AT ALL. NOT TWO OF MY TOP 5 TOGETHER.

- I wonder why they didn't ask Earl to join them at the end.

- WHY DID TO SAY THAT I'M GONNA BE MAD NOW. I COULD HAVE THREE OF MY TOP FIVE

- I've always been tickled that Sarah never could shake the British thing where they can't say a word ending in "a" without putting an r on the end. Operar.

- UGHHH JOHN'S EYES! He's so in-character during MOTN. He's got so much emoshuns.

- I, too, now have emoshuns.

#poto 25 #sierra boggess #ramin karimloo #poto musical #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera

[michaelbogild]

50 quotes on gratitude

“The most powerful weapon against your daily battles is finding the courage to be grateful anyway.” – Unknown

“When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out, and the tide of love rushes in.” – Kristin Armstrong

“Gratitude will shift you to a higher frequency, and you will attract much better things.” – Rhonda Byrne

“I don’t have to chase extraordinary moments to find happiness – it’s right in front of me if I’m paying attention and practicing gratitude.” – Brene Brown

“When gratitude becomes an essential foundation in our lives, miracles start to appear everywhere.” – Emmanuel Dagher

“My socks may not match, but my feet are always warm.” – Maureen Mccullough

“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” – Alphonse Karr

“Gratitude is the direct way out of comparison.” – Robyn Conley Downs

“Learn to be thankful for what you already have while you pursue all you want.” – Jim Rohn

“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, ‘thank you,’ that would suffice.” – Meister Eckhart

“The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.” – Paulo Coelho

“Whatever you appreciate and give thanks for will increase in your life.” – Sanaya Roman

“What separates privilege from entitlement is gratitude.” – Brene Brown

“It’s not happiness that brings us gratitude. It’s gratitude that brings us happiness.” – Anonymous

“Gratitude can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.” – Melody Beattie

“Happiness cannot be travelled to, owned, earned, worn, or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.” – Denis Waitley

“The miracle of gratitude is that it shifts your perception to such an extent that it changes the world you see.” – Dr. Robert Holden

“Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining – it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn’t solve any problems.” – Zig Ziglar

“When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears.” – Tony Robbins

“Gratitude is an antidote to negative emotions, a neutralizer of envy, hostility, worry, and irritation. It is savoring, it is not taking things for granted, it is present-oriented.” – Sonja Lyubomirsky

“Take a step back today. Look at all those beautiful things you have.” – Unknown

“Don’t be afraid of what hasn’t happened yet, learn to love what is.” – Claire Wineland

“There is no joy without gratitude.” – Brene Brown

“Expect nothing. Appreciate everything.” – Unknown

“The struggle ends when gratitude begins.” – Nicole Donald Walsh

“Abundance is about being rich, with or without money.” – Suze Orman

“Gratitude is the healthiest of all human emotions.” – Unknown

“Remember that what you have now was once among the things you hoped for.” – Epicurus

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye hard.” – Winnie The Pooh

“The deepest craving of human nature is the need to be appreciated.” – William James

“There are only two ways to live your life. One as though everything is a miracle. The other is as though nothing is.” – Albert Einstein

“We must find time to stop and thank people who make a difference in our lives.” – John F. Kennedy

“Gratitude is one of the strongest and most transformative states of being it shifts your perspective from lack to abundance and allows you to focus on the good in your life, which in turn pulls more goodness into your reality.” – Jen Sincero

“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.” – Oprah Winfrey

“Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: It must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.” – William Faulkner

“Go where your effort is appreciated. Don’t let your actions go unnoticed by individuals who are never satisfied.” – Billy Chapata

“You could’ve had anyone in the world, but you chose me. Thank you.” – Anthony T. Minces

“Trade your expectation for appreciation and the world changes instantly.” – Tony Robbins

“What a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” – Marcus Aurelius

“If all you did was look for things to appreciate you would live a joyous, spectacular life.” – Abraham Hicks

“Gratitude is the single most important ingredient to living a successful and fulfilled life.” – Jack Canfield

“Gratitude is a powerful catalyst for happiness, it’s the spark that lights a fire of joy in your soul.” – Amy Collette

“The sun will never return the same way. FInd one small thing to love today.” – Angie Weiland–Crosby

“Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.” – Henri Frederic Amiel

“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melody Beattie

“Don’t forget a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.” – H. Jackson Brown

“When you see something beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.” – John Lennon

“If a fellow isn’t thankful for what he’s got, he isn’t likely to be thankful for what he’s going to get.” – Frank A. Clark

“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” – William Arthur Ward

“Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.” – Rumi

#gratitude #thankfulness #positivity #success #happiness #self help

[lonely-vault-boy]

Geo family:

-Ningguang asked Zhongli to join the family because he looked rich. Zhongli agreed because Ningguang offered to go antique shopping with him and didn't realize that meant using her money. She's now stuck with him and he's very dense when it comes to mortals and totally missed the purpose of the arrangement.

-They heard about Noelle from the storyteller who talked about her feats. She was vvv polite to them and they decided to support her in Mondstadt during her test.

-That’s where they met Albedo who started following Zhongli around and trying to study him. Neither he nor Zhongli understands social interaction and he becomes part of the family.

-They all overwork themselves and eventually decide to take a break and visit Inazuma. Gorou and Ningguang bond over hating the Fatui.

-They all sit down to have some brunch when the wall collapses as a man is thrown through it. Standing on the other side of the wall is a very irritated Sara. Itto sees they all use geo and invite himself to sit with them. None of them want to deal with telling him to go away. He remains part of the group because he can't take a hint and leave them alone.

Hydro family:

-Mona needs money. She takes a commission in dragonspine that pays well because no one else wants to go there. She gets to the sight of the commission, but the monsters have all been defeated. She is sad because now she can't make money and has to go hungry. Childe, who just beat the shit outta some monsters because he doesn't know how to deal with emotions, overhears and gives her like 4x mora than what the commission was gonna pay. Mona feels bad, but he tells her it's legit nothing to him.

-They head back to mondstadt to claim the commission and they see Albert harassing Barbara for an autograph. Childe’s overprotective big brother instincts kick in and he pulls Albert aside to ‘talk’ to him. If no one ever hears from him again, no one seems to care.

-Xiangling drags Xingqiu and Chongyun along to hunt for springvale boar. Diona is offering free samples and Xiangling grabs a few since they know each other. Chongyun loses control because Diona put chilies in the drinks. The others take him to Mondstadt where there’s apparently a healer who works at the church.

-Barbara is out for a relaxing lunch because none of her fans wanna approach the witch and Fatui harbinger with her. Xingqiu recognizes Childe as one of Zhongli’s friends and the group sit with them to eat while Chongyun is recovering.

-They go their separate ways until Xinyan mentions meeting Childe in Inazuma. The hydro homies decide to visit him because they seem to not understand that he’s literally a living weapon. He decides that hunting down Scaramouche can wait and also he’s decided that these people are his family now which means he doesn’t wanna show them his dark side.

-They decide to visit the resistance (partially because Childe needs information and has an apology gift basket but they don’t need to know that). Kokomi sees them and Gorou tells her to take a break for the day since she’s so overworked. She agrees, having no clue that one of her new friends works for the organization that almost killed her people. Childe assumes she knows and it never gets talked about.

Anemo family:

-Venti sees the other elements hanging out and decides that it would be fun. He calls Dvalin and forcibly makes Jean and Sucrose stop working under the guise of “it’s an emergency, come quick!”

-The Dvalin express lands on Wangshu in where Venti starts loudly singing and strumming his lyre. Xiao appears to kick them out, but Venti drags him onto the dragon and takes off before he can protest. Xiao is ready to teleport away. Venti then tells him that Rex Lapis is in Inazuma with a demon (not a lie). And suddenly he doesn’t want to leave.

-They make a pit stop by the crux fleet and Dvalin swoops down and grabs Kazuha in a talon.

-They land in Inazuma, where Venti, now drunk, mistakes a barrel for a person. The crate next to it asks how they could see her. Sayu joins the gang because sucrose is working on experiments and maybe there’s a formula to make her taller?

Electro family:

-Yae tells Ei that she should meet some electro vision bearers since she stole a bunch of em.

-Ei agrees and leaves the shogun in change. They venture to Mondstadt and meet the protagonist of a book produced by Yae’s publishing co. She joins them as their *insert long term here*

-Ei has done the bare minimum and they go home. And then:

-Lisa came to Inazuma to fetch Jean and Albedo.

-Beidou came to slay the dragon who stole her son Kazuha

-Keqing followed her because Ganyu is holding down the fort and they need Ningguang back.

-Sara is dealing with MORE permit issues now

Yae forcibly drags Scaramouche to bond with his mother.

The aftermath:

-Kokomi sees him and remembers the traveler’s description of him.

-“hey isn’t that the Fatui harbinger who poisoned our army?”

-The geo brunch is disturbed by loud noises and...was that a whale call? They decide to ignore it because it’s not the weirdest thing they’ve run into this morning.

-And then water starts leaking into the restaurant. There is a moment of calm silence. Zhongli politely excuses himself. He sighs and walks out of the restaurant.

-It is madness. Beidou is threatening Barbatos, Xiao is also threatening Barbatos. Jean is trying to cam down sucrose who is intimidated by Sayu pestering her. Keqing is cursing out Ei, while Yae watches and laughs. Fischl is next to her providing commentary. Oz is translating. Lisa is lying on a park bench because she can’t be bothered to get involved.

-Also the entire city is flooded. Barbara and Xingqiu are trying to evacuate the citizens. Mona and Kokomi and aggressively yelling at Scaramouche. They would attack him, but there’s a blur of electro and hydro around him and Childe looks kinda unhinged and they decide to not get involved.

-Childe activates his foul legacy.

-All of the archons stop and stare at him.

-At some point Albedo and Itto have left the restaurant. Albedo is sketching and taking notes and Itto is cheering.

-Zhongli sighs and creates a shield between Childe and Scaramouche. Childe is distracted and accidentally looses control of his transformation. Zhongli forcibly drags him away from scaramouche, who is laughing. Zhongli flips everyone off, throws a meteor at them, and then pulls Childe back to where he was eating brunch and proceeds to act like everything is normal and the world around them isn’t chaos.

#genshin impact #childe #zhongli #albedo #raiden ei #yae miko #fischl #oz #Beidou #kokomi #kujou sara #arataki itto #gorou #Venti #Xiao #Jean #Barbara #Mona #xingqiu #keqing #ningguang #sucrose #sayu #geo family #hydro family #electro family #scaramouche

[taiyaki-choco]

Moriarty the Patriot Headcanons

s/o who is from the 21st century

Author’s Note: this is written in female pronounce. I think I went too far, anyway please enjoy reading this headcanon!!

Upon opening your eyes, you saw a clear blue sky with warm sun rays bathing you. “Where am I?” You thought. “Is this a dream?” But is too true and too real to be a dream. Your hand brush through the green dewy grass, you brought up a hand to your eyes to block the sun rays and got up from the laying position. You looked around your surroundings, it seems like you are in a garden. Suddenly, there is someone approached you which startled you...

“Uhm... miss? Are you okay?” A tall blonde with ruby red eyes asked with a hint of concerned in his eyes.

He held out his hand to you like the gentleman he is, you stare at his hand a moment before you accepted it.

“May I ask are you lost?” He enquire but based on his observation skills it doesn’t seem like you are from the this timeline as your clothes differs a lot from what they wore.

You explained to him that you are from the 21st century and you somehow ended up waking up in the garden with no knowledge how you are transported here.

“Mmm.. I see, why not you come inside and talk about the details?” He offered. Well, is not like you have a choice since you have nowhere to go and you bet that nobody will believe you, they will think you as a weird or mentally ill person.

After explaining everything to him he then say “I apologise for not introducing myself earlier, I am William James Moriarty.”

Slowly, both of you began to converse and get to know each other more.

“It seems that a lot have changed where some are for the better while some for the worse.” He said having a deep thought about how everything is so different. I mean of course since there is a 100+ years gap.

After talking, William will introduce you to his his brothers. Both of them are quite shocked as William explained to them about your origin. Anyway, they still welcome you with a open heart since William trust you somehow.

At some point, you begin to catch up on what they are actually doing but you have no qualms regarding it as some nobles does deserved it. Since you are not even from the 19th century, you won’t do something stupid to land yourself in hot soup.

You may or may not get yourself involved into their plan. If you do, William will be really happy as someone even from the 21st century does share the same mind as him.

Of course, he will make sure that you won’t be doing something dangerous as he might have found some interest in you.

Well if you both do becoming a couple, both of his brothers will be happy for William as they know their brother do deserve some love. Or maybe a lot...

If you are home sick, don’t worry.. you still have him to give you comfort, you don’t know if you are able to go back or not but for now he will cherish you and help you through tough times as how you will do the same for him as well.

He might think that you are drunk and somehow landed in their manor’s garden.

Then he stop to look at you, the way you dress is weird.. “May I ask how you came into the garden?” He sounded quite harsh but his eyes shows a little concern as don’t you feel cold wearing that little??

You apologise profusely and told him about how you have no knowledge or any idea how you are transported here. You also told him that you are from the 21st century and ask him not to think you are crazy.

He look at you wide wide eyes, taking some time to absorb the information, he will believe you for now as you didn’t show any sign of lying.. he can’t read you as good as his brother but then he does know how to read people because of his past.

He felt sympathy towards you and brought you into the manor, he will let you meet his brothers and they will settle a plan on how to make up a story and do cover up for you to conceal the fact you are from the 21st century.

He might not open up to you at first but slowly he will greet you with a small smile when you wish him good morning.

You can help him with household chores so that it will lighten the burden that he held.

Have once, you offer him the treats that you bake and he is delighted. Slowly, he begin to fall for you because you just have such a kind heart and you do not know when to quit. There are so many times he pushed you away but you somehow able to get his attention.

He is just such a tsundere, please he is precious and protect the smile of his at all cost!!

Once he opened up to you, he will show his affections through actions rather than words by giving you some flowers or even make the desserts you like.

If both of you are a couple, his favourite thing to do with you is to bake together. You would have small talks and making jokes together. He just simply enjoy your company.

When you are sad because you miss your home, he will held you close to him and you will drown into his warmth. He will tell you that you are important to him and he definitely will comfort you.

He knows that it is difficult for you as well to stray home but for now please rely on him.

Well this is interesting... I mean not everyday you will meet someone who is not from your own era.

“Hello miss, if I may ask are you okay? Do you need any help?” His voice is so soothing you don’t think you would want to wake up. “Miss?” He asked again. You are so embarrassed to stare at him.

You told him that you are fine and asking where you were.

“You are in the Moriarty Manor, my name is Albert James Moriarty.” he introduced himself to you, he held out his hand waiting for you to take it.

“Well then, let’s head inside and talk over through tea?” He offered you. After a long explanation he finally understood how you are in the manor’s garden.

“If you don’t mind, why not stay here for the time being?”

He is interested on how the future looks like and like a curious child he will ask many questions like “how the people there are treated?”, “how the mode of transportation have changed?” or even shocked about certain facts.

Well since you are new about the way 19th century works, Albert will teach you what you should and shouldn’t do so that your identity are kept as a secret.

Some day he will bring you out for a walk in town, some people who knows him will think that you are his girlfriend.

“Albert-sama, is this your girlfriend? Such a lovely woman!” The florist that they used to buy flowers greeted him and compliment you at the same time.

You know how playful and a tease he is? Well he will smile and replied “Yes, she is. I’m so lucky to meet her.” You blushed so hard that you can be confused with a tomato.

When you are on the way home, Albert will tell you about what he said earlier is true. Throughout the times he helped you to adapt the 19th century he fall for you.

You will be tomato 2.0

He understand when have times you miss your home but fear not he will be there for you. If you want to cry, he will lend his shoulder for you.

He will spoil you with gifts, flowers and a fancy dinner. At times, you will be reading a book together and enjoy the warmth of each other.

Well his presence itself is imitating, he is just so... tall and big

You feel like you are looking at the Mount Everest.

He might be shocked to see you at first and looking at the weird way you dressed. When you are about to get up, he helped you by holding out his hand for a support which you accepted.

You proceed to ask him where are you which he answer “You are in Durham, England. In the garden of Moriarty manor.”

Looking at your devastated state he then asked “Are you lost?” Even though he is a womaniser he still care about your well being since 1. You have trespassed 2. Based on your clothes, you don’t look like you are from here.

He bought you to the outdoor wooden table and took a seat with you. “You looks like you are not from here, where are you from?” He said softly scared that he would frighten you.

You begin to talk out how you just woke up laying in the garden, you don’t have any proof to show that you are from the 21st century other than what you are currently wearing. He listen to you attentively.

After you have talked out everything, he saw Louis and William is walking towards his direction. Form afar, Louis thought Moran brought back a woman to the Moriarty manor but taking a closer look she is dressing a bit weirdly.

He then told the small but serious problem to William as he knows William can settle and handle the problem well. Apparently, they welcome you which is quite shocking but you are greatful and thankful.

You thank them for letting you stay in their manor.

It’s been months yet you still unable to find a way to go back to the 21st century and this makes you feel quite down, of course Moran realised it as both of you somehow became closer ever since the first meeting.

He will cheer you up by making stupid jokes, he knows how hard it is to lose a person or family who are close to you, who you loves and cherish. If you wanted to rant you, he will lend a ear. He will even give you a hug as a comfort if you are okay with it.

He would teach you self defence as you never know that you will get kidnapped by someone or not. Yes, you somehow knew that what the Moriarty gang are planning and of course you helped them since you know how bad is the class system that time.

He is so proud to see you succeed in various missions, it just boost his pride up. I’m sure sooner or later, he will realise that he hold feelings for you.

Indirectly taking you a date one day by having a nice dinner with you. His heart just melts when he saw how happy you are. He swear that he won’t let you get hurt, he will always protect and be by your side.

He is shocked but he quickly compose himself when he saw you in the garden. He is about to tend the roses in the garden as it is his everyday routine.

Well you didn’t ruin the flowers that a good thing but who are you exactly?? Do you know you are trespassing??

It is such a awkward moment for the both of you keep staring at each other.

You got up and asked where are you at, he would be confused at first but looking at the way you dress, you don’t seems like from England or in this era at all.

He would answer your questions but still wary of you. Who knows you are actually faking it but then when he saw that you were panicking and terrified he started to think that you might have gotten yourself in a sticky situation.

First thing that he thought is to approach William as he knows William will have a solution to handle these kind of problems. Before explaining, you told them not to think you are out of your mind and begin to tell them about how you are from the 21st century and you don’t even know how you are transported to this era.

I mean is not like you are able to meet someone from the future every day.. maybe not even once at all so this is quite bizarre.

Since you don’t know how to go back or when you are able to go back, the Moriarty gang decided to do some cover up at least to make you blend into the 19th century.

You would usually visit the garden since you are fascinated and shocked about how well the flowers are tended. Is not everytime you are able to see full bloom flowers.

You will think how skillful Fred is and you begin to approach him to make some small conversation like asking him about his day or even different types of flowers in the garden.

Slowly, Fred open up to you and found that you and him have a lot of things in common. That’s how you capture his heart.

When he saw how down you look when you miss your home, he will sit together with you and comfort you. He might give you the flowers that he grow to you so that you will cheer up.

He will bring you along whenever he is been given a task by William in town. After he had completed it, he will take you to a cafe and enjoy a cup of drink together.

Both of you would talk about everything and anything. He might confess to you that day and if you do accept it he will place a kiss on your cheek.

Please don’t tease him, this precious boy would be so embarrassed and started stammered while talking to you.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #fred porlock

[infinitebells]

Albert meeting a noblewoman(reader) who is trying to get out of her abusive household, via a contractual marriage, “I need to get away SOMEHOW T_T” and they get married, and then she slowly falls for Al. She still feels unworthy of him bc she was made to believe she was useless and worthless her whole life so she struggles in actually confessing. Can be sfw or nsfw 👀 — Emerald anon

THIS!! THIS!!

✧ he meets you at like the weirdest location, like right in a bar at two in the morning

✧ him and his team had been celebrating another win when he spots you in the corner of the bar, with a bottle of beer in your hands and a faraway look in your eyes

✧ one of the waitresses had come and taken your empty bottle, and when she returned she had a glass of whiskey, he watched in shock as you downed half of it with a small grimace

✧ you turn to meet his gaze, sending a cheeky smirk and wave before finishing your drink

✧ william turns to see what albert is looking at, and cue the entire team turning and looking at you as you finish an entire glass of whiskey

✧ william gently pushes albert out of his chair so that he can go talk to her, and fred points a knife at moran telling him to back down and let albert talk to you

✧ when albert finally makes his way over to you, he smiles gently before sitting across from you

✧ “well good evening young lady. i must say i’m impressed you finished that glass so quickly”

✧ “thanks, i blame it on my sadness”

✧ he chokes on his drink for a moment before composing himself and asking you if you’re alright

✧ you proceed to explain that you’re unhappy in your household, and the only way you can leave is through marriage

✧ cue albert thinking for a moment before offering his hand in contractual marriage in order to get you out of the house

✧ you’re in shock that a perfectly nice (and very handsome) man is offering you a way to get you out of your house after only knowing you for a half hour at most

✧ you’re a sputtering mess and he stops you for a moment, explaining that he only wants to help you, and that you shouldn’t feel indebted to him or feel the need to do anything for him

✧ in your slightly drunken stupor, you fly out of your chair and tackle him in a hug, pushing him out of his chair and onto the ground so he’s lying on his back with you on top of him

✧ he’s flustered but he tentatively wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly

✧ william looks over at the commotion, seeing his brother lying on the ground with you on top of him

✧ cue moran getting annoyed that that wasn’t him

✧ albert agrees to meet with your parents tomorrow, helping you stand up from your position

✧ when he helps you stand, and you look up at him with his hands on your waist for support, oh you think you’re already falling for him

✧ he flashes you a gentle smile, and your face turns bright red as he looks down at you

✧ william is suppressing a laugh at his brother who’s very clearly going to fall for you, and louis is just happy that albert looks so at peace talking to you

✧ he walks you over to his teammates, introducing you to them

✧ william gives you a smile and shaking your hand, louis gently bows and you turn red and tell him that he doesn’t need to, fred is quiet and only nods his head to you, and moran kisses the back of your hand and smirking at you

✧ albert is quick to grab your waist and pull you away from moran, keeping you close to him, which only serves to make you blush even harder

✧ the next day, albert shows up on your door step with red roses, and introduces himself to your parents

✧ he happily tells them of your engagement, and that from now until the wedding, you’ll be staying at his manor to help him plan for the wedding

✧ he doesn’t even stay to argue with them, leading you up to your room to help you pack what you need

✧ the entire time he helps you, you’re almost ashamed of being in the same room as him

✧ the confidence you had while you were drunk has faded, and now you’re a blushing stuttering mess

✧ he stops for a moment, looking at you sitting on the bed while you play with your necklace

✧ he kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his

✧ “i’m not doing this for charity or out of pity, i’m doing this because i genuinely want to help you ok?”

✧ “i’m just barely a noblewoman, i shouldn’t even be breathing in your direction”

✧ “i don’t see class, you’re you without your status, and i couldn’t care less. i’ll be here for you through everything ok?”

✧ your hands shake as you try to keep yourself calm, and when albert notices this, he’ll slowly pull you forward until you’re kneeling on the ground with him and his hands are around you

✧ you’ve never felt more at home in his arms, and you bury your face in his neck to hide the tears brimming in your eyes

✧ after whispering out a choked thank you, he hugs you even tighter, telling you there’s no need for you to thank him

✧ he helps you finish packing before leading you out of the house without looking back

✧ when you finally get back to his house, his hand still in yours, he leads you past the rest of the team (more specifically moran) and into a spare bedroom where you can stay

✧ he helps you unpack before leaving you be to your own thoughts

✧ you’re terrified he’ll get tired of you, scared he’ll hurt you or use you the way your parents did

✧ so for the next few weeks, you slowly start to get quieter and quieter around him

✧ he used to be able to talk to you about anything in everything, and now he can barely pull five words from you

✧ your insecurites overwhelm you, flooding your senses and forcing you to stay silent

✧ one time he sees you alone, he tries to get you to talk, pleading to tell him whats wrong

✧ meanwhile you’re so flustered and blushy that you can’t even begin to explain to him that you've fallen for him in the time you’ve spent at your mansion

✧ you’re a stuttering and red mess, and so albert does the only thing he knows he can do to get you to be quiet: kiss you

✧ everything stops, time stops, your heart stops

✧ his hands are on your face, body against yours, and your body stills against him as your eyes flutter shut on instinct

✧ when he finally pulls away, your face is still red, but you’ve gone completely quiet and so has he

✧ he stares at you for a few moments before wrapping you in the biggest hug, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear

✧ “i don’t know what’s going on, i’m sure there’s a lot that i don’t understand, but please know i care about you ok? i know you were nervous about the whole status thing in the beginning, but that’s not even a thought in my mind. when we’re together, we’re not defined by our status. it’s me and you, not nobleman and noblewoman,”

✧ you can’t help but tear up at his words, your shaky arms wrapping around him as you sniffle against him

✧ he pulls back, leaning your head back so he can wipe the tears from your eyes and smile down at you

✧ you manage to give him a wobbly smile, and he laughs lightly at your expression

✧ as soon as you meet his gaze, your body moves before your mind realizes what you’re doing, and then you’re leaning forward and kissing him

✧ this time, it isn’t to shut either of you up, it’s simply out of love

✧ his hand slides up into your hair, keeping your face close to his

✧ when he pulls away, he doesn’t wait before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to his room, ignoring moran’s wolf whistles along the way

✧ once you’re in his room, he closes the door, gently pushing you against it and taking your face in his hands

✧ “i’m in love with you. i fell in love with you the night i met you and now i only love you even more. so please, let me love you”

✧ “albert, i-i-”

✧ “please, i can’t imagine you being with anyone else. just tell me how you feel okay?”

✧ “...i love you too”

✧ your voice is so low you’re scared he doesn’t hear you, but when his eyes widen and his jaw drops in shock, your insecurities flood back

✧ you turn to go back outside before albert’s hand envelops your own on the door knob, turning you back towards him

✧ you can’t look him in the eye as he asks you what’s wrong, and you look even farther down explaining that you feel bad that he has to lower himself to even be near you

✧ he lifts your face up to his, telling you if anything he has to climb higher to be in the presence of an angel

✧ he quiets any of your protests with another, soft kiss, and the way he gently sets his hands on your waist, how warm his lips feel against yours wipe away any thoughts in your head

✧ your hands shakily thread through his hair, keeping him close to you because you feel like if you ever let go he’ll disappear

✧ he’ll ask you politely if he can undress you, and through your flustered stuttering mess you nod to him

✧ when you’re out of your dress, he’ll ask if it’s okay if he undresses himself, to which you nod again

✧ once you’re both undressed and in bed, he’s so soft with you, telling you to stop him if you ever feel uncomfortable

✧ when he first pushes himself into you, he can’t get enough of your soft cries and how you squeeze at his biceps while you get used to the feeling of him inside of you

✧ he’ll wait until you’re completely used to him, before thrusting softly

✧ he goes faster the louder your cries get, and he’ll kiss you deeply to swallow your moans

✧ he’ll whisper in your ear all of the things he loves about you, pressing kisses to your cheek, neck, collarbone

✧ when you’re close to cumming and clinging onto him as tightly as you can, he’ll tell you he loves you, and ask you to let go for him

✧ when he feels you clench tighter around him, he’ll finish inside of you, holding your body close to his while you catch your breath, basking in each others warmth

✧ in that moment, you’ve never felt more loved in your life

✧ “i love you albert”

✧ “i love you too, so much”

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert james moriarty #bells responds #bells's emerald anon

[chuuyas--boo]

Ghosts.

An: Read the tags before continuing. Block tags you're triggered by, and don't complain if YOU chose to keep reading and get bothered.

Jack giggled as Riley gently pushed her younger brother on the swing, hanging from a thick, strong tree branch. The two would often visit this area especially if their mother was drunk or high and could avoid being around her for a while. It was one of those times. Mrs. Morgan had started yelling at Riley, so Riley grabbed her younger brother and left.

Suddenly Jack dragged his feet on the ground, slowing the swing down until it stopped.

"Jack?...Jackie what's wrong?!"

Jack hopped off the swing and stood in front of Riley, smiling, but blood slowly ran down his face from a fatal gash in his head.

"Why? You said it wouldn't hurt...you said everything would stop hurting! So why does it still hurt? It hurts real bad Rie..."

Jack's emerald green eyes looked dead, clouded and empty, any innocence in his gaze had faded. It was just like an empty void.

Riley collapsed on her knees, tears started streaming down her face, sobs wracking her body violently. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Jack..." Riley choked on her words as her face heated up and tears ran down her face faster.

"Riley! Riley wake up!"

Riley woke up to Eddie gently shaking her. Tears started running down her face as she looked at him.

"H-hey what's wrong? Why're you crying?!" Eddie's pretty emerald green eyes gleamed with worry as the ginger girl started crying even harder.

Eddie's gaze softened and he hugged Riley "Did you have a nightmare?" Riley quietly nodded "I'm such a horrible person..." she hissed under her breath "No you're not! What's wrong...?" "I hurt Jack...and he said it hurt..." Eddie tilted his head but then remembered how Riley had a younger brother "Ah! You're not a horrible person just for that! You were helping him!" Riley just stared blankly at the floor "I said it wouldn't hurt...but he said it did...he was scared!" Eddie gently wiped the tears off her cheeks and hugged her again. "You're still not a horrible person, you're a very lovely girl, it was just a nightmare! I'm sure Jack's happy and safe~! You should hurry up and go downstairs though! There's pancakes and everyone's worrieddd"

Well...almost everyone.

Eddie got up and quietly left the room, shutting the door behind him. Riley glanced outside, the sun had already risen most of the way, but there were streaks of pink still in the sky, that looked almost like blood smears. Down on the ground, under the thick of the forest where sunlight barely reached, there were two pale, misty figures, one looked like a woman in a wedding dress and the other looked sickeningly similar to Jack. After changing into a gray t-shirt, shorts, brushing her hair, and putting it into a ponytail, Riley ran downstairs, past the kitchen, to where the burlap masks, gloves, and boots were kept. She quickly put her boots on and ran outside. "Rie-Rieeee! Aren't you gonna eat?!" Riley glanced back, stopping at the door. "Not hungry!" and then ran off into the forest, not paying any attention to the outdoor animals, she had to see if she truly saw ghosts or if it was just her imagination.

***

Riley stood in the forest, heart pounding, feeling like giving up. "It was just my imagination..."

Something quickly darted past, catching Riley's gaze. "Something wrong sis? You look sad!"

Riley's heart dropped, she recognized that sweet, childish voice, but it almost sounded as if in pain now. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, but tears started to well in her eyes as she looked at the small ghostly figure.

"Don't cry! I'm safe...since you killed me...!"

Riley's gaze fell to the ground as the small ghostly figure got closer to her "You're scary Rie...it really hurt! And you said it wouldn't..."

"Jack...I'm sorry..."

"Are you really? If you were you wouldn't have killed anyone else. If you really were sorry you'd have learned from what you did to me."

"B-but you asked me to! You told me to!"

Jack's once pretty, innocent eyes looked cold, and empty in death, though still innocent.

Jack quietly glanced back, looking at the other ghostly figure, which appeared to be a woman in a wedding dress, as if getting married. Riley's gaze followed Jack's glance.

After a few moments of silence, both of the pale, ghostly figures disappeared. Riley sighed deeply and then sat against a tree silently.

***

"Riley! ...Rileyyyyy....!" Riley's gaze jerked towards where she heard Albert's voice nearby, she'd been sitting under the tree for a while, watching random bugs and butterflies. She got up and ran over. "Al!" "What're you doing out here-?" "O-oh! Umm, nothing!"

Albert's ivy green gaze met Riley's mismatched gaze "What were you actually doing? You've been out here for over an hour."

Riley wiggled her foot in the dirt, staring at the ground.

"Look at me." Albert's voice was firm but also somehow soft, knowing Riley'd flinch if he raised his voice, he kept it somewhat calm and quiet, though worried.

Riley glanced up at him nervously, fiddling with her fingers.

"H-hey! Don't look so scared! Just tell me what you were doing.." "Ghosts." That single word sent a shiver down Albert's spine "What..?" "Ghosts," Riley repeated, not saying anything else.

"I'm gonna need you to elaborate, Riley."

"My brother and some woman..."

Albert sighed. "let's go back"

The two of them walked back to the house in silence.

***

"Where have you been?"

Riley ignored the question, not caring since it was Henry who asked.

"Answer me bitch."

Riley stopped and silently glared at him. "I was outside, mind your own business.."

And with that, Riley went to her room. Taking her boots off, Riley sat by the window and watched the branches and leaves dance in the wind outside.

"RILEY ELIZABETH MORGAN GET DOWN HERE!"

Riley felt her heart drop, suddenly scared.

"C-coming...!"

She got up and quickly ran downstairs.

Eddie and George were playing with one of the dogs, Carl was in his room playing video games, and Albert was watching tv.

Riley hesitantly walked into the kitchen and immediately cringed at the strong stench of alcohol, she was used to it but it's not the most pleasant thing.

"Listen here you little bitch, you can respect me or leave. Don't ever ignore me again, I'll beat your ugly little ass"

"I-Im sorry..."

"SORRY DOESN'T FIX SHIT! AND DON'T INTERFERE WITH THE TRADITION-"

"Again with the tradition shit..?" Riley hissed under her breath.

"SHUT UP YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS!"

Riley's hands slowly balled into fists as she looked at the man infront of her, refraining from yelling so to avoid drawing any attention to herself. It was too late to avoid drawing any attention to her, both Eddie and Albert stopped what they were doing and their gazes were filed in the direction of the kitchen.

"A stupid tradition shouldn't be put before the well being and mental health of YOUR FUCKING FAMILY"

Henry's drunken glare was piercing as he glared at Riley.

"Don't have anything to say because I'm right."

Without any sort of warning, Henry smacks Riley, hard.

Albert heard Riley's wince, hesitating, not wanting to get involved, but at the same time not wanting her to get hurt. Albert's hesitation was longer than he thought, both Eddie and George had already gotten up and ran into the kitchen after hesitating as well.

***

When Albert had gotten up and ran into the kitchen, Riley was standing with one hand over her nose, blood trickling down her face and tears in her eyes.

"D-dad stop! She's crying!"

Riley shot George an icy glare as it telling him not to bother.

"Well she can fucking cry! She's a pussy and needs to learn when to keep her mouth shut!"

Whatever was keeping Riley from yelling again snapped. "YOU'RE THE PUSSY! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING AND HAS TO FORCE HIS CHILDREN TO DO SHIT AT AN AGE WHERE THEY SHOULDN'T BE SEEING DEAD BODIES! THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SEE THEM AT ALL BUT YOU'RE TOO STUPID AND SELF-CENTERED TO CARE ABOUT ANYONE OR ANYTHING BESIDES YOURSELF AND SOME STUPID FUCKING TRADITION YOU COULD'VE FUCKING MADE UP! AND YOU WONDER WHY WE ALL FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Riley, Carl had come downstairs to see what was happening, all the brothers stared at Riley in shock. Riley stood there breathing heavily, she had moved her hand away from her face, letting blood run down her face faster and off of her hand, her breath hitched as she stared at Henry.

"Get the fuck out. NOW-"

Riley didn't need to be told twice, she ran outside. Albert ran after her "Riley!"

Riley glanced back at him, "What?" Her tone sounded weirdly pissed off still, which was shocking, she never used that tone towards Albert, but her eyes looked apologetic.

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, it's nothing to worry about."

That was obviously a lie, her nose was bleeding heavily, lip was busted, has some bruises on her arms and a dark red mark on her cheek.

"You're obviously not fine"

Riley sighed "I'm fine, I've been through worse, it doesn't even hurt"

Albert's gaze filled with doubt, as he gently touched one of the bruises and Riley flinched.

"So you're fine huh?"

Riley let out a huff of slight annoyance. "Yes Al, I'm fine"

"Shut up and let's get you bandaged up"

***

Days had passed, Riley refused to eat and when she did she'd immediately go make herself throw up, when anyone would ask her if she's okay or of something's wrong shed just say "I'm fine", or "Nope. Nothing's wrong".

Those several days, Albert would check on her before he went to bed to ask her if she was going to sleep as well, which she always replied "Yes" even though she didn't, she stayed awake and watched out the window watching the ghostly figures, sometimes going outside to walk around in the forest.

Eventually she gave up and decided to sleep in Albert's room, the two of them cuddled until Riley fell asleep.

#death ment tw #Murder tw #Oc: Riley Morgan #Oc: Jack Morgan #Oc: Ghost Bride #Edward Mason #Carl Mason #George Mason #Albert Mason #Angels of Death #Angels of Death oc #AU #Abuse tw #Eating disorder tw

[lordtraco]

Vtsom chap 4 reactions (with @navadesen ):

Spoilers!!!!

Who let him have a stethoscope???

*sees chapter card* this is Fine

CLAUDE IS NOT AN ACCEPTABLE NAME!!! *GASSSSPPPPPPP*

He's wearing a bowtie to symbolize being a child.

I'm here for diddly dots!

NORMAL ARMED VICTORRRR MY LOVEEEE

"a chance of fate? [Excuse you, we're MARRIED! I chose this!]"

He's not yet santa, Nav.

Straightforward but hopefully not straight

Me:Victor sounds like a preschool teacher trying to communicate with a fellow adult for the first time in months.

Nav: probably not wrong.

Nav: "because they're involved"

Me: "they're involved! Romantically"

Nav: WHO WEARS A SUIT WHEN THEY GO OFF TO COLLEGE????

And then Victor took mental damage

♪when you try your best but you don't succeeeeeeeed♪♪♪

YOU MAKE NO SENSE

Me: If he smiles he might put a SINGLE crease in his suit. So he can't. WHY DO I SHIP THESE IDIOTS???

Nav: Why do you ship these two?

Both: Because they were roommates

Vincent: But I am different! [I'm not like Other Girls]

The Myers Corporation? *Victor turns on the sexy*

"...Are you mocking me?" And that's when they fell in love. Or hate. One of those.

Me: I love my ominous husband and his future husband.

Vincent: Angy

Victor: my dear Vincent~

"LOUSY PERSONALITY" !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nav: Angy diggily dots!!!

Me: DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE HIMMMM???

both at sad expression: awwwww...

Vincent: I hate scum like him (Nav: famous last words, Vincent)

Us: go-to the party go to the party gototheparty

Wait are we really actually speedrunning Roommates to Enemies to Lovers????

AGAIN????

I don't like where this is goinggggg *whines*

THIS HURTS

Both: CAN WE HUG VINCENT????

Nav: I need these diddly dots, and he needs a therapist.

Me: Enter Krueger.

Poor roommie be drunk

Me: on one hand I wanna believe Victor fell into Vincent's arms...... But let's be real. He probably fell flat on the floor as Vincent went "...huh."

DID HE SKIP ALL HIS CLASSES FOR HIM????? HE DID!!!!!!!

He wasn't drunk???????????

HE JUST. GOT HIM A CAT COCOA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Both: WHY IS VICTOR ME??????

Ouch...... Why does this one hurt

LOOK AT VINCENT

He

Is

BLUSHING

WOAHHHHHHHH

WE ARE SPEEDRUNNING THISSSSSSSSSS

*discussions of personal College Experience* wait why am I him and why are you him

Nav: This is the fluff and comfort before everything goes to shambles

Me: I hate you

Me: Wait wait wait, call him adorable, no response. But call him admirable and he blushes... *Looks at Nav* Why is he you?

Nav: U rite

Both, repeatedly: He so pretty

HE BLOOSH

"my dear" THATS HIM

Vincent: asks question

MC: pulls up dictionary

OK BUT WHERE IS DRACO

"Ok but what are you getting at?" He's pretty!

Not as vulnerable??????

Can you use the scalpel on Vincent? Nope

THST SAS HIS FAVORITE MUG

Was that mug his soul?

We can only afford two vanoras

WAITTTTTT

Me: this is the worst pic of loss I've ever seen

I don't like the implications heeeeeere hot chocolate was Vincent's thiiiiing

It's not a bug! It's a feature!

Krueger might be trying to preserve people with his methods!!!

Nav: I'm not licking it

RU37? No I'm not

Vincent you are not pretty from this angle

Nav: ALFRED

Me: Albert!

Nav: He's Alfred now!

DID HE GIVE HIM THE TIE????

IT

IS

A

DATE

AaaaaAaaaaaAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

I CALLED ITTTTTTT

This is from the fishing game.......

"What am I? Cant you tell? Im-" Danny Phantom!

Red text? Victor???

DRACOOOOO

*spends an entire car ride theorizing and crying*

I WAS RIGHT ABT DRACO

"look there's a normal 'i wonder what happens next' and then there's PHYSICALLY NEEDING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS"

*no spoiler messages friends "SCREEEEECH" to let them know that chapter 4 is good*

*rereads instructions* *opens walkthrough*

*OMINOUS MUSIC*

Me: Oh you're fucking hot~

Nav: ........ ......*intense stare in ace*

Nav: Did I just hear those words come out of your mouth?

Me: ......

Nav: oh he's twitching

Me: ....little less hot now

Best quality: his wiggles

Quoting Victor might not be your best choice here

Actually it is???

*chuckles* I'm in danger

He wiggle longly now

He's a rocum sockem robot who lost

Safe BUT AT WHAT COST

I HATE

THIS

We knew this was coming....

Nav sobbing on the ground after accurately predicting all of that scene

If my ship can't sail, neither can yours.

OH THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT ENDING FIXED MY SOUL AAAAAAA

Nav still dying

"i will write you fluff. ALL the fluff!

Nav: now I need the therapist!

*rereading this* Nav: This is the fluff and comfort before everything goes to shambles

"""Can you use the scalpel on Vincent? Nope""" THAT DIDNT AGE WELL

Nav: I've never felt this dead inside..

Me: Well you did just watch your self and son die.

All in all 10/10 utterly fantastic will recommend to everyone!

#vtsom #vincent: the secret of myers #vtsom chapter 4 #vtsom chapter 4 spoilers #I LOVE THIS GAME BUT IT HAS MADE A FRIEND WHO /NEVER EVER CRIES/ ///CRY//// #100/10 wonderful game #RIP to my other obsessions im so sorry

[readwithk]

The Wooden House

On December 19th, 1983 a young couple was roaming the streets of Paris. They were newly wedded and they were on their honeymoon. They were very happy. The girl's name was Anna and the boy was Noah. Noah loved her so much. Anna was a pure soul. She was kind and generous. Although, Noah was not that rich, but he never turned any word down that came out of Anna's mouth. He was madly in love and so was Anna. It was a cold evening. Anna was freezing. The wind was blowing, leaves rustling. All of a sudden Anna said, "I think it is time for us to finish our coffee and enter some decent nice shop. I think it is about to rain". "Yes, why not!", Noah replied, "Let me take you to the most famous wood-craft house of Paris". "Where is it?’’  Anna asked excitedly. "It is on this very street. Come on! Let me take you there my love". They both went towards the shop. The shop was not so splendid, yet they decided to go inside. On entering the shop, they saw an old man sitting in his comfortable chair with some small tools in his hands. He was mending something. There was a boy in the shop who was cleaning some ancient artifacts. The shop had everything made up of wood. The boy greeted the couple and asked them that what they want to buy? The couple replied, "Give us some time". The boy left them. Noah asked Anna to roam and see things for herself. She took a quick round of the store and came back. She was a bit disappointed. She said, "Honey, I do not find anything that suits us". Noah asked her for the reason because according to him there were some pretty showpieces that they could buy. She replied, "Nothing in here reflects love". "Do you think love exists?" The old man interrupted. "Yes, of course I do", Anna replied politely. "No one today loves truly. Those were my times when people were mostly sincere. Nowadays, you will not find someone like that", the old man said. "No sire, it is not the truth. I married my husband two weeks ago and we do love each other so much. We have been through good and bad times, but together. I know him for past six years", Anna said. It began to rain outside. The temperature was freezing. It was getting cold. All of a sudden, the bulb got fused due to some electrical issue. The light went off. The boy fetched some candles and lit them. There was a dim light in the store. The old man caught their attention by saying, "I have something that might reflect love, but it is not for sale. I can show it to you if you want me to". The couple keenly agreed. The old man went to a small room inside the store. Five minutes later, he came out with a small wooden house in his hand. He raised his hand and asked the couple to have a look. The house was indeed very beautiful. "It is perfectly splendid", Noah said in amazement. "Yeah! Indeed", Anna added to Noah's statement. "I made it for someone I love. I made it a long time ago. You people won't have time for my story, otherwise I would have told you the reason behind making this wooden house", said the old man. Noah and Anna insisted that they have plenty of time and that they could amuse themselves with a story on a cold and rainy evening like that. The boy stood there listening to them. Noah, Anna, and the old man sat on the chairs. "Before beginning", said the old man, "I would like to tell you that this story belongs to me". And in this way the old man narrated his story. A long time ago, maybe fifty years ago, when I was a fine young man, I fell in love with a dancer. She used to dance in a club. I used to see her. She was so beautiful and young. She had a lady whom she called aunt. She was in a group of twelve young woman. She was youngest of all. She was seventeen and I was twenty years old. I was not that rich. I used to visit the place with my cousin, Ed. Her name was Elizebeth. I used to call her Lizzy. She liked me, too, but was unable to give me importance while dancing. Once she did and the consequences were not good. She was punished. Next day, after performing she was taking her break. I went near her and asked her the reason of her sadness. She hesitated at first, but later, she told me that last night she was punished by a whip and that she will soon be a prostitute once she will cross her eighteenth birthday. It made me sad. Such a beautiful creature she was. Violating her was the violation of the nature. She was a natural beauty. She asked me about my profession. I told her that I was a carpenter. She laughed, but not in an insulting way. She said that I was unique. Every man she had ever danced for was either a commander or a doctor or some other wealthy man. She never in her life ever met a carpenter before. She seemed glad. My cousin came and he told me that my father needed me on his shop. So, I left her there promising her to meet her tomorrow again. Days passed by, we talked and talked and talked and we fell in love without knowing it. Well, I was the only one who did not know it. One evening I was sitting with her. I was smoking my cigar and she was having a glass of bear. Suddenly she said, "I am going to be sold at the end of this week or may be sooner, I don't know". I was sad after listening to the words coming out of her mouth. "Will you marry me? You and me? We both can go to a farm, have our own kids. You'll take them to school. We will raise them. I will love you with all my heart. I will dance for you on the nights you will come home in a bad mood. I will cherish you in your sad moments. I promise you protection. Protection of your honor and dignity. Till death us apart?", she said with a question in her eyes. "Dear Lizzy", I replied, "Let me talk to my father about this". The next morning, I went to my father. He was very cold as usual. He was working on some project. I gathered all the courage in the world to tell him that I am in love and that I need to marry this girl. I took a deep breath and told him everything. He seemed normal until I told him that Lizzy was a dancer. He yelled at me and told me that dancers like Elizebeth are merely a source to calm oneself and not to marry. I told him she was virgin, but he threatened me with my whole career and fortune. He told me that if I will insist anymore, he would hinder me from his wealth and property. My mother came to me and told me that a man with his mother and sisters alive is not meant to marry a whore. I was immature. I went to Lizzy and broke up with her. I was a very foolish man. It saddened me so much because I had affection for her. She was disheveled. She slapped me and went to her small room. I was already dishearten. The slap added the salt to my open wounds. I drank a lot of alcohol. I was sitting in another bar all of a sudden, I saw a man staring at me from the right corner. When I looked at him attentively, I thought he was someone I know, but I was drunk so I tend to left the place. The next morning, I had nothing to do, so I took a block of wood, my tools, and some paint. That was the time I built this beautiful house. But I had no one to give it to. So, I waited for it to dry and I put it in my pocket. I vowed that I will keep it near me no matter what. It reminded me of her every time I looked at it. On the same evening, I went to the same bar. I saw the same man from yesternight. He approached near me and said, "Are you Mr. Elvis Dean?" I replied, "Yes, indeed I am. Why?". "Don't you remember your old friend, Vis?", he said. Now I knew whom I was staring at. The moment I realized who he was, I stood up and hugged him. He was Albert. Albert Franco, my friend. Nine years ago, he went abroad for studies and he returned as a quite rich man. He was a doctor. We exchanged a few words and then he finally asked me about my love-life. I told him about the melodramatic situation I was caught up in. The main problem was money. He smiled at me and offered me financial help. He told me that he could help me with the expenses. All I need to do is to find a priest and my bride to be. I felt really happy. I went home, said my goodbyes to my family. My father hindered me from the property, but it was fine. I was happy and completely supported by a generous friend. I went to her aunt's mansion. She was not her actual aunt. I asked her to send her out and I negotiated with her the price of Lizzy's freedom. She smiled and replied that Lizzy has gone for her first prostitution project with two men. Her words had an impact of a bullet on me. I was unable to speak. I took a step back and I thought that how scared that poor thing might be. I was heartbroken. I went back to my hotel room. I waited for the next day. The next day, I went to the mansion. I asked about her and she wasn't there. That mistress was not answering my questions. I become gravely worried. Another day passed and still no Lizzy. I was furious this time. I went there to claim what was mine. When I reached there, I saw a prostitute waving at me from her window. I went upstairs. Her name was Eva. She told me that Elizabeth was admitted in a hospital and that she was fighting for her life. I somehow maintained my balance and reached the given location as soon as I could back then. I searched every room hysterically and finally I saw her. Her face was bruised. Her wrists had cuts. Her head was shaved from its right corner. Her feet had rope marks. She was lying there like a lifeless body. She seemed like a corpse. I rushed into her arms and asked her about what happened. She sobbed and told me that she was sold at a very low cost to two men. They took her to a private place and then the poor Elizabeth was raped by twenty men over and over again. I told her how sorry I was. Guilt and grief were flickering through my eyes in form of tear drops. I told her about my father and about my friend Albert who helped me in achieving my goal or the goal that was yet to be achieved. I took out the house and placed it on her chest. She had bite marks there. She was severely molested. I asked her for her forgiveness. She smiled. She was barely able to talk. She gestured me to come closer. So, I did. All I could hear was "I love you Elvis" in her melodious voice. I pushed her gently back. She was staring at me. It seemed like my eyes were a dark pit and she was trying to find something inside of them. She looked into the dark pit (my eyes) and found her own image. She said, "In you, I find me. I find us". Those were her last words. I loved her since. I am a bachelor who was once in love with a whore. And that whore was my proud. In this way, the old man's story came to an end. Anna was bursting into tears and Noah felt lamented. The old man said, "My dear, take it. I was not able to get my love, but you do. Every time you will look at it, you will remember me and Lizzy. I want you to pray for me. I want to be with her in the after-life. Take this". Noah interrupted, "But it is special for you. How can we take it?" "So, it is for you, too. It reflects true love and weren't you looking for something that reflects true love?", asked Elvis. Anna said, "Okay sire, but we will be paying for it. How much for it?" "There is no price for affection my child", the old man replied. Noah interrupted, "take this", pulling out his wallet and placing a fifty Euro note on the old man's palm. "I think the weather is fine outside now. Let us leave love before it gets rainy again", Noah said. They then greet the old man and left his store. Elvis wiped his tears, sat in his chair and started counting his money. The servant who was quiet for so long came near and said, "Master, you have a wife, six daughters, three sons, and five grand-children. Why did you lie?" Mrs. Elvis is from a very respectable family, I know. Then why did you lie?" The old man laughed and said, "If a five Euro thing can be sold in fifty, wouldn't you sell it for a greater profit? Sometimes, we have to take what is ours by one way or another." The boy was disgusted by the old man's wickedness, but he was merely a servant so he remained silent and went back to clean the artifacts.

#lovestory #tragiclovestory #tragedy #couples #problems #paris #woodenhouse #mystery #pain #devastation #freedomofsoul #trueaffection #truelove #shortstory

[violetwolfraven]

If you’re still taking requests maybe 1+4 for Sprace?

Canon-era in general

And

Soulmate AU

I am always taking requests, my dude. Anyway here we go! This is mostly in the musicalverse but if I reference a few movieverse characters as older Newsies during Race’s childhood...😏 Also there are a couple of ocs in here, and it gets a bit angsty towards the end. Enjoy!

Tw: Underage drinking, a couple of side characters are mentioned to have died, and homophobia is kind of implied, I guess?

...

Race had grown up knowing that he liked boys, and that didn’t really match up with what people said love was supposed to be, but that was just how Race was.

And it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone, was it? Being only a little kid, Race was too young to actually do anything, and if he sometimes paid attention to the way a friend looked really cute when he’d just woken up, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he had to or even could act on those little crushes.

It was like Manhattan’s leader, Waffles, said. He called it ‘puppy love’ when Jack snuck glances at a girl his age on the street or Crutchie shyly gave one a flower when he handed her mother a pape. Nobody actually acted on these things.

Little baby crushes when you were a kid meant nothing, and that meant that Race would outgrow this and start liking girls in time to meet his soulmate, right? Because soulmates meant a boy with a girl, and nothing else, right?

At least, that was what he thought, until he and Jack walked into an alley when Race was 8 and Jack was 10 and found a couple of older boys kissing—which Race was pretty sure you were only supposed to do with someone you loved.

Snitch and Itey jumped apart, staring at the younger boys in shock. Then they each grabbed one and dragged them into the Lodging House bathroom to tell them that Race and Jack could not tell anyone.

Race was too scared to speak (Snitch and Itey were significantly bigger than him) but Jack stepped in front of him and demanded to know why.

That was when Itey sighed, said that maybe it would be better if Waffles explained this, and gone to get their leader.

Race hadn’t really believed it at first when Waffles sat them down and carefully explained that Itey and Snitch were soulmates.

“That ain’t possible,” Jack argued, “They’s both boys.”

“Yeah,” Waffles said, “And maybe it’s a cruel trick of fate or a mistake or whatever the church thinks, but here with the Manhattan Newsies? We don’t care. Okay? We’s a family. We don’t turn on Itey and Snitch for somethin’ they can’t control.”

“Why would we turn on them?” Race asked, confused. That was what this was; confusing.

Waffles sighed, “Look, among family, it’s okay. We don’t care who your soulmate is. But the rest of the world does, okay? Adults don’t know nothin’. They think boys lovin’ boys and girls lovin’ girls is wrong.”

“Would Itey and Snitch get hurt if adults found out?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, kiddo, they would. And that’s why you can’t tell no one, okay, boys? Nobody outside the house finds out and no new kids either ‘till we know we can trust ‘em. Okay?”

“Okay,” they both said, and though, like most people, Itey and Snitch kept their soulmarks covered, as it was something intensely personal and none of anybody’s business, from there, Race started realizing that he should have seen something between them a long time ago.

It was fairly obvious, in how they shared a bed, snuck off occasionally, and sometimes let touches of reassurance or affection linger a bit longer than they probably should.

Race started noticing how the other older kids covered for them. How Skittery would knock something over, allowing them to slip out together under the excuse of not wanting to help him clean it up. How Boots would make a joke to draw attention to himself if they started getting too obvious. How Waffles would take on any new kid thinking of selling with them, himself, so they had an excuse to keep being just the two of them.

It was... nice, in a mushy kind of way that they had that support. And Race didn’t really think seriously about kissing his crushes yet, but he did wonder if he would have that if he did.

Race’s soulmark—the first name of his soulmate that appeared on his wrist on his 10th birthday—was Sean.

It was a boy’s name. That scared Race a little.

But every time he saw the older Manhattan kids go out of their way to make sure nobody noticed Itey and Snitch, he got a little less scared, but still a bit confused

He stopped being scared, at least mostly, when Jack came to him, nervously confessing that he liked girls and boys, and his soulmark said a boy’s name; David. There was something less scary about being different when you didn’t have to be alone in it.

Of course, among the Newsies, finding your soulmate was always a little complicated, because damn near everybody had nicknames. Honestly, Race‘s soulmate could be almost any of his friends for all he knew, but he liked to think he didn’t. He liked to think he’d know immediately if he found him.

Race was 10 when he started selling at Sheepshead, having a deal with a Brooklyn girl, Palomino. She got to use his cuteness for easy sales, and in return, she taught him to weaponize just the right combination of friendliness, flirtation, and annoyance to get people do to pretty much whatever he wanted.

Race asked her when he was 11 what she thought about soulmates, particularly same-sex soulmates. He wanted her opinion because while Palomino was kind of an asshole, there was one thing she was really good at, and that was survival.

And Race wasn’t sure what he thought about the fact that his soulmate was a boy yet, but he knew that just living as someone like that, you had to be careful to survive.

‘Mino just shrugged, “Love is unreliable, Racer. It never does what you want it to and more often than not, it’s a liability. Soulmates ain’t an exception just cause they’s supposed to be together.”

“What about boys lovin’ other boys and girls lovin’ other girls?”

“The fuck did I just say? Love’s a liability. Feelin’s get ya hurt—even more so if those feelin’s is illegal.”

Race struggled to get what he was really asking across, “But if it’s illegal... does that make it wrong?”

‘Mino’s face softened infinitesimally. No one who didn’t know her would even recognize it as softening.

“What did I teach ya, kid? Long as ya don’t get caught, nothin’s illegal. Whether ya love girls or boys or both ain’t my business—it’s still stupid. Now, come on. If we place our bets right, we can both go home with some extra dough.”

Yeah... Race never mastered the whole ‘winning bet-placing’ thing. He never accepted Palomino’s offers to teach him to pickpocket, either, though there were winters where he wished he did.

And he never believed her when she said love was stupid. Because Palomino might have a cynical, angry outlook on life, but Race didn’t. Whenever he asked Waffles or Jack or any of the kids back home in Manhattan, they always said love and soulmates were good things.

Of course, it wasn’t like her opinion mattered anymore. After that winter when Race was 11, he never saw his old mentor again.

Sure, Race didn’t know anything about love besides the platonic bond he had with friends, but he still believed in it with how he saw pairs of his friends fall into it more and more as he got older. Love and soulmates made people happy. That much, he could tell.

Race was 16, Jack was Manhattan’s leader, and he’d been selling at Sheepshead for years when he learned that it wasn’t always that simple.

He and his friend Spot were a little drunk, probably, because Spot had gotten hurt in a fight and hadn’t wanted to drink his cheap booze to dull the pain alone.

Race had met him when he was 12 and Spot was 13, not long after Spot became King of Brooklyn. In the last 4 years, they’d become close friends. He was Race’s best friend, to be honest, besides maybe Albert. Of course, Jack and Crutchie didn’t count because they were more Race’s brothers.

And if Spot was like, really attractive, that didn’t matter. He wasn’t interested in Race. Race didn’t even know if he was interested in boys, period. It was just never something they talked about.

Spot didn’t seem like a Sean, anyway.

“Hey, Spot, buddy, do you ever think about... like... soulmates?” Race asked, trying not to slur his words.

Spot laughed kinda tiredly, “Sometimes. Why?”

“Just ‘cause...” Race tried to think despite his mind being fuzzy, “What do ya think about ‘em?”

Spot just shrugged, “Love’s a liability. Soulmates ain’t an exception.”

“Ooh, I see you’s usin’ Palomino’s philosophy.”

They both laughed.

Was it just the booze making Race slow, or were Spot’s eyes lingering on his lips as he put his cigar in his mouth?

“Oh, Palomino,” he muttered, “That bitch. I ain’t thought about her in a while.”

“That ain’t nice—she’s dead, Spottie.”

“Yeah, which means she ain’t here to care what I say ‘bout her.”

Race’s laugh sounded drunk even to him, “She tried to teach me to pickpocket.”

“She did teach me to pickpocket.”

“Spot, you son of a bitch, you actually let her teach ya to steal?”

“She taught all the younger Brooklyn kids when I was little. She was older and smarter than me, so’s I kinda did whatever she told me. I don’t steal nowadays though, if I can help it. Ain’t worth the trouble with the bulls.”

“She was pretty smart,” Race admitted, “I dunno if she was right ‘bout soulmates, though.”

Spot looked away from Race’s face, taking another swig of alcohol, “She was.”

Race took another sip of his own drink, a bit disappointed, for some reason, “How do ya know?”

“Because Waffles was hers and they both knew it and it just hurt ‘em both.”

“Oh,” Race looked at the floor, “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Spot laughed, “One pair of Newsies actually landed right side up and it was the one where both of ‘em died.”

“That ain’t funny, Spot.”

Race hadn’t thought about ‘Mino in a while, either. Honestly, he hadn’t even thought about Waffles, and that made him sad because they both deserved to be remembered and—

“Hey, hey, Racer, it’s okay. Don’t cry. That was stupid of me.”

Race remembered to hug Spot gently as his friend embraced him. They were drinking for a reason, so Race avoided touching Spot’s ribs. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Spot didn’t hug often, but when he did, it felt special. It felt warm and safe, like home.

“I’m sorry, Race, I just... they actually wound up as a girl and a boy and they wasn’t together, but they should’ve been and... I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

“I ain’t gonna cry.”

Spot pulled away enough to look him in the eye to make sure he wasn’t lying.

Race couldn’t say he was sorry that Spot kept holding onto him. Their faces were very close together.

“Do ya really think love is stupid, Spottie?”

Spot shrugged, “Everyone I know what’s in it gets hurt. I mean... you’s seen what it does to Cowboy and Mouth, right? Knowin’ all it would take is one bad person findin’ out ‘bout them.”

“But they makes each other happy,” Race pointed out, “Ain’t that what’s really important?”

“I dunno, just seems easier not to have to worry ‘bout it. Soulmates is just another person who can hurt you or be used against you, and besides— just cause the universe says you’s supposed to be in love don’t mean ya have to. I sure don’t give a damn about whoever mine is.”

Race smiled, tapping the piece of cloth Spot used to cover his soulmark, “What’s the harm in your best friend knowin’, then?”

“Why?” Spot teased, “Hopin’ it’s you?”

“I’m fairly certain it ain’t,” Race said, “We’s known each other for years. If we was soulmates, we’d’ve found out by now. Still, ya never have shown me your mark.”

“You haven’t shown me yours, either.”

“Fair.”

Race thought about it for a second.

“What if we showed ‘em at the same time? I mean, ain’t no harm in it, right? Only one of my close friend’s Marks I ain’t seen is yours.”

“Yeah,” Spot muttered, “Same for me, I guess. Showin’ ‘em at the same time sounds fair.”

“Course it is,” Race let go of him, still staying sitting pretty close, and untied the strip of cloth from his own wrist, “Ready?”

Spot untied his, “Set.”

“Go.”

They showed their soulmarks at the same time. By the time of day, it was almost too dark for Race to read the text on his friend’s wrist.

Almost.

Anthony.

“Shit,” Race mumbled under his breath, “Oh my God.”

Spot was still silent, just staring in shock at the name on Race’s wrist.

Any chance of it being a different Anthony was gone, now, by the look on his face.

“Spot...”

Spot finally looked him in the eye, and Race could see pain there, but also some kind of... relief.

Race knew exactly how he felt. He’d somehow... well, he hadn’t expected it, but it wasn’t surprising, either.

He was glad it was Spot. He was glad it was someone he already knew. Someone he already... already loved.

Race dared to lean a little closer, knowing Spot would read his intentions and pull away if he wanted to.

He didn’t pull away, though his deep breath was shaky.

Their faces were close enough that Race could smell what they’d been drinking on Spot’s breath.

He didn’t see any signs of him not wanting it, so Race leaned forward enough to kiss Spot as softly as he knew how.

For a second, he thought maybe Spot was kissing him back, and then hands were on his shoulders, gently pushing him away.

When Race opened his eyes, his soulmate had an extremely pained look on his face, and he was already grabbing his strip of cloth to cover his wrist again.

“I’m—“

“Don’t be sorry, Race,” he said quietly, “Just... go. You’s gonna have to run for it or you’ll miss the last carriage to hitch a ride home.”

A small part of Race was hurt and angry and wanted to argue that, no, they needed to talk about this and they needed to talk about it now.

But Spot looked agonized enough as it was, and the larger part of Race didn’t want to cause him any more pain.

He stood up and walked all the way back home.

#race and spot are dumbass bois #newsies #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #race x spot #angst #soulmates au #background javid #background snitey #oc: waffles #oc: palomino #violet’s writing

[thebluenoteblog]

Need You Now

Summary: You never expected a break up to hit you this hard. Now its the middle of the night and you’re making a phone call that you know you shouldn’t.

Player: Colton Parayko

Word Count: 2k

*Inspired by Lady Antebellum’s Need You Now*

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time

You were officially declaring yourself mentally incompetent. This was it. You had finally lost your mind. Here you were, two months out from the break up, sitting on the floor of your living room with a bottle of wine in your hand and pictures of the two of you spread out in a massive circle around you as NHL.TV played the most recent Blues game that you had already watched live.

You were pathetic.

This was pathetic.

You had ended relationships before, but never, ever, had you been in this much pain. You’d cried for a few days and moved on with your life. This time around, you hadn’t done your makeup since the day you’d moved out of Colton’s house and back in with your parents. You’d continued to go to work, barely scraping by with polite smiles to your co-workers. The most productive you had been was moving into your new apartment and that was mostly your sister. You still hadn’t unpacked anything that your sister and friends hadn’t unboxed with you the day you’d moved in.

Again, pathetic.

Acceptance was the first step to recovery, right?

Your only hope was that he was just as miserable as you were. Maybe not. You wouldn’t wish that on anyone, and he hadn’t even done this to your relationship. You had. You were the one who had broken things.

You were so stupid that you had to decide you couldn’t deal with his crazy schedule and the women falling at his feet and his being away all the time anymore. Now instead of getting to have him a quarter of the time you got to have him none of the time.

Smart.

You took a long drink from the bottle in your hand and picked up a picture of you and Colton, taken just after the blues had won the second round of the playoffs. He looked so happy. But he wasn’t looking at the camera like you were, he was looking at you. It was hard to find a picture of you together where he was looking at the camera, because his eyes were always on you.

It made your heart hurt.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall, your brother in law had hung it. It was a present from them, to make the place feel homier. But this apartment would never feel like home because Colton wasn’t here.

It was just after midnight. There was no way he was asleep. He was either out with the guys or he was at home relaxing after the game. He took a nap before games, so he usually didn’t go to bed as soon as he got home.

You knew you shouldn’t. You knew it would just rub salt in the wound, especially if he didn’t answer, or god forbid he did answer, and you could hear a girl in the background. But something drew you to the phone. Like you had no control over your actions, maybe it was the nearly full bottle of wine you’d had in the past hour. Maybe it was all these perfect memories of the two of you all over the floor, reduced to nothing because of your stupidity. Or maybe you were dehydrated and delirious from all the tears you’d shed in the past two months. All were possibilities.

He was still the number one favorite in your phone, you could never bring yourself to change it. You expected it to go to voicemail. Really. So, when he picked up on the first ring, you didn’t know exactly what you planned to say to him and your drunk brain wasn’t working properly.

“(Y/N)?” He said softly, and if you weren’t mistaken there was a bit of hope under the confusion in his voice. When you didn’t say anything he asked, “(Y/N), did you mean to call me?”

That you could answer, “Yes.”

He paused for a long moment and you just listened to each other breathe. Finally, he asked, “Why did you call?” There was no malice, he wasn’t asking you because he wanted you to hang up, at least that’s what you hoped, it sounded like he was prodding for an answer that he wanted to hear.

“Do you miss me?” You asked, “Do you still think about me?” Then you shook your head, immediately breaking through the haze of your wine and sadness and realizing the weight of the mistake you had just made, “Colton, I’m sorry. I’m drunk-.”

“I think about you nonstop, (Y/N).” He said, his voice quiet. You could hear him shifting on his end of the phone. “I miss you all the time. I have to stop myself from calling you every five minutes I have free time because I remind myself that you don’t want to be with… with me.”

“That isn’t true,” You said softly. “That isn’t true at all.”

“Don’t say things like that if you can’t follow through with them.” He said, and his voice sounded so… broken. “Please.”

“I…”

“I need to go. Call me whenever you want, I’ll answer whenever I can.”

Then the line went dead, and you were left sitting in a pile of memories with the realization that you could fix this. You had the power to fix this.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

Colton wouldn’t exactly know what words to use to describe what he was feeling at the moment that he got off the phone with you, but the closest he could think of was fucking miserable. He was glad he’d been able to hear your voice for the first time in two… long… long months but now he was about ready to crawl out of his fucking skin.

Because here were the facts: He loved you. He loved you more than anything in the world. However, you flat out said you couldn’t be with a professional athlete anymore and no matter how much he loved you, he could never give up his dream. He’d worked too damn hard to get to where he was to walk away. There were too many people counting on him to pull through. He couldn’t retire at twenty-six.

So, he did the most logical thing that one does after receiving a phone call from the girl you dated for two years and planned on marrying but instead had walked out your door with all her stuff in tow. He headed for the whiskey.

He wasn’t a light weight and it took a lot to get him drunk. Hell, it took quite a bit to even make him feel the alcohol. Side effect of being fucking huge and a professional athlete who’d done his fair share of partying since his early twenties. Sometimes it was a blessing, sometimes it was a curse.

He was leaning towards curse for tonight when he heard a knock on his front door.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

I just need you now

Oh, baby, I need you now

Who the fuck was knocking on his door at one o’clock in the morning?

He decided that he was going to ignore it and poured himself another shot, but the knocking grew louder. Finally, he threw back the shot and headed into the entry way not bothering to put on a shirt. Fuck whoever thought they could barge into his house in the middle of the night and expect fucking St. Albert hospitality. Take the hint when he didn’t answer the first three knocks.

He swung the door open and his eyes went wide. There you were, standing out in the cold December air. Your hair thrown up in a messy bun like you didn’t care how you looked but this was in stark contrast to your perfectly done makeup and the outfit that you were wearing that he recognized as one of his favorites. Tight in all the right places and the color of the shirt made your eyes stand out in all the right ways.

But you weren’t wearing a coat and it was twenty degrees outside. “Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” He asked.

You frowned, “I was in a rush?”

“Aren’t you drunk?” He asked as he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you, “How did you get here?”

“Uber. And no, I’m just a little tipsy now.” You stood a few feet away from him.

He nodded, “Okay, and what are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.” You said.

He would swear that his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words leave the lips he’d kissed more times than he could count but were now off limits. “Why?” He asked, forcing himself to keep his distance from you. As much of a distance as he was capable of.

“I wanted to fix the mess I made,” You said, fiddling with the strap of the Michael Koras purse he’d bought you just a month before you’d split.

For a minute he forgot how to breathe. He’d imagined it so many times, you standing here saying that you wanted him again, but he never thought it would happen. “But you said you weren’t happy. I want you to be happy (Y/N), more than I care about making myself happy.”

You shook your head quickly, tears springing to your eyes. Afraid for the first time since you’d decided to come over to his house that this wasn’t going to go the way you had imagined. “I never said I wasn’t happy with you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life. I thought it was too much for me, only having you around a quarter of the year but not having you at all is so much worse.”

You paused, swiping your hand at a tear that was falling down your cheek, “I love you. I need you. You made me happier then I can ever remember being in my life. I just hated that you were never around. I hated worrying about other girls. I hated going months without seeing you during the summer when all of our friends got to spend actual time together for the first time in a year.” You looked up into his eyes, a feat in and of itself and finished your speech, hoping against all odds that it would be enough to convince him that he was what you really wanted. “But it’s worth it. It's all worth it if I can have you even if it's just phone calls and text messages most of the time. It's worth it and I’m sorry it took all of this for me to realize that.”

He was a big man, a big hockey playing man who had taken pucks to the mouth and sticks to his jaw and barely flinched but god damn if he wasn’t as stubborn as he was he may have actually cried. His eyes were watering when you finished your speech, but he didn’t let the tears fall, instead he took the two steps forward that would close the gap between you and wrapped you in his arms. He lifted you into the air and your legs wrapped around his waist as he guided you in for a kiss.

When you pulled back, you looked at him still blinking back tears and asked, “So will you give me another chance?”

“Do you even need to ask?” He smiled down at you and with the hand that wasn’t holding you up and against him, he brushed your hair back out of your face, “I’ve been dreaming of this since the minute you walked out that door.”

#colton parayko #colton parayko imagine #colton parayko imagines #nhl imagines #hockey imagines

[somedayonbroadway]

War Stories

Boy Meets World Masterlist

TW: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE

Albert banged on his best friend’s door. He knew he should be quiet. He knew it was the middle of the night. But he couldn’t stop. “Jeez… take it easy, I’m comin’...” someone groaned from just inside.

And then there was Race, hanging out of his trailer like he always did. But he looked confused when he saw his best friend standing there, scared and just a little bit angry. “Albie… what’re ya doin’ here? Did Sniper not show?” he asked worriedly.

But Albert shook his head. “No… she did…”

That’s when Race dared to look behind him. Sure enough, there was the girl, a hood over her head not doing a splendid job of hiding the prominent black eye just about swollen shut. She offered him a small smile. “It’s really not as bad as it looks…” she promised. “I’m fine—“

Race carefully went to hug her. “I’m so sorry…” he breathed, not knowing what else he could say. “He can’t do this to ya again… I promise he won’t…”

Albert closed the door to the trailer, not wanting to disturb Race’s parents. “Tony, you can’t promise things like that,” he stated. “I know you wanna do the right thing, but you’ve been wrong on this all the way!”

Sniper pulled away from her friend, looking between the two boys. “Look, in a year and a half, I’ll be off at college. I just have ta stay outta his way until then…” she whispered, pulling her jacket further around her.

But Race shook his head. “Well, Sniper… ya ain’t been doin’ a grand job a’ that so far…” he mumbled, not sure what else they could keep doing.

Those words hurt the girl. “You’re against me now, too?” She sounded like she was bound to start crying any second now.

And it broke Race’s heart. “No! No… I ain’t against you…” he promised. “What he’s doin’ ta you is wrong… It ain’t justifiable…” He closed his eyes. He knew where to go. “Look… I know someone you can talk to, okay? You can trust him… he’ll know what ta do…” He glanced back towards Albert.

His best friend nodded.

Sniper sniffled and took Race’s hand as he led her off into the city.

—

The last thing Jack expected was a knock at his door nearing one o’clock in the morning. He sighed as it continued, resisting the urge to yell at whoever it was to just go away. All he knew was it had better be important.

He slipped out of his bed, grabbing a sweatshirt and pulling it on over his bare chest. Then he walked to the door and looked out through the peephole to see who it was.

When he saw Racer, he opened the door immediately. “Kid, what are you—“

“Jack, I’m sorry… we didn’t have anywhere else ta go…”

Albert was standing behind his friend and a girl was wrapped up in Race’s arms. It didn’t take long for Jack to deduce the problem.

He didn’t recognize the girl as being in one of his classes, but he had to assume she went to the same school as the boys. So he gently smiled down at the girl. “Hey, doll… my name’s Jack…” he introduced, slowly and gently extending his hand out to her. She took it hesitantly and shook it, almost turning to leave. “Hey… ya know, it’s just gonna hurt more if you pretend it ain’t there,” he warned, hating that he had to say it. But it was true.

He should know.

At that, the girl paused. Race gave her a pleading look. So she turned back to the young man. “You’re Mr. Kelly, right?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah… but ain’t no need for formalities here, kiddo… ya wanna come in?” he offered.

Race carefully pulled her into the room and led her over to the couch as Jack shut the door behind Albert. “Hey, DaSilva, there’s some hot cocoa over there if ya wanna make some,” he stated, gesturing towards the kitchen.

The redhead smiled and made his way over to the kitchen he still knew so well.

And Jack sat on the coffee table in front of his student and the girl. “Racer, why don’t ya go get her some ice, yeah?”

The boy looked up at him for a long moment before nodding and rushing off to do as he was told, leaving Sniper alone with a man he trusted more than anyone else in the world. “So, girlie… ya got a name?”

Her deep brown eyes were trained down at her lap. She sat up straight, her ankles crossed perfectly. “My friends all call me Sniper,” she offered, reaching for wipe viciously at a single tear that fell down her cheek.

Jack offered her a sad smile. “Sniper, huh? I like that… you a good shot?” he teased lightly. The small smile she gave him was all the victory Kelly needed. “Yeah… I got a buddy who used ta love slingshots. We called him Finch because he loved ta shoot at birds…” Rushing back over with some ice cubes wrapped up in a dish towel, Race gently handed it to the girl, placing a hand on her back. Jack gave him a look, one that told him to calm down. “So, Sniper… ya wanna tell me where ya got that shiner?”

The girl shook her head. Race frowned. “Ana—“

“No, Racer, it’s okay… I get it… but I got a deal for you, I tell you one a’ my war stories if you tell me one a’ yours?” Jack offered.

At that, Race’s eyes widened.

Jack never talked about it. Race had heard bits and pieces here and there, sometimes when Jack was tired he opened up a little bit more.

But never like this.

Race watched in amazement as Jack gently grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt, lifting it up so the girl could see a long, thick scar running from beneath his right arm to the middle of his torso.

Sniper’s eyes widened at the sight. So did Race’s.

Albert watched from afar, still making cocoa as he’d been instructed. He knew Kelly wanted him a bit out of the way. But that didn’t mean he’d stopped listening.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s scary… I know you wanna believe it’ll get better… ya wanna know what I did ta get this one?” he asked. “I walked down the stairs…” he stated. “No reason… he was just a little drunk n’ a little stressed n’ a little bored n’ I was the first thing he saw…”

Race wanted to cry. But he held it together as he looked back over at the girl beside him.

“I know what it’s like, Sniper… ya think if ya don’t tell no one n’ wait it out, it’ll just go away. It doesn’t.” Jack put his shirt back down. And he sighed.

Sniper looked up at the young man. And then back to Race who was the first person she’d ever trusted. He nodded at her, encouragingly. So she let a few tears fall. “I-I don’t think he means it…” she admitted. “H-he doesn’t drink… h-he’s just stressed—“

“I know…” Jack assured, taking a mug of cocoa that Albert offered him and handing another one to the girl. Albert sat on the arm of the couch beside Race as he handed his friend another mug. “I know, kiddo… but none of that makes it right…” The girl looked up at him. And Jack smiled at her. “Hey… I don’t know who eva’ did this to you… but it won’t get better if you keep runnin’ from it… trust me…”

Sniper sniffled and leaned into Race, taking a sip of the cocoa that was offered to her. “M-my dad loves me…”

“I’m sure he does, doll,” Jack whispered sincerely.

“And I love him…”

“That’s a good thing, kiddo… means ya got a good heart…”

Sniper took a deep breath. “You promise everything’s gonna be okay?”

Jack melted. “Sniper… I can’t tell you what’s gonna happen. It’s up to you… it’s all your decision. But I can tell you that if you let me n’ your friends here help you, you ain’t gonna have ta go through whateva’ happens alone.”

Sniper nodded. “Okay… I need help...”

Jack smiled softly and winked over at the boy he’d raised for a year. And he nodded in thanks. He couldn’t help but be proud of that boy.

He’d done the right thing.

“Okay, kid… let’s start at the beginning, yeah?”

—

“It looks really pretty there,” Race commented, looking at the pictures his teacher had handed him. He was currently sitting on the man’s desk while Jack wrote out lesson plans on the board.

Jack nodded. “Yeah… Sniper says she’s happy in Vermont with her aunt. She started a new school n’ she’s makin’ new friends…” he relayed, smiling down at the kid. “They put her pop in a therapy program… so maybe one day they’ll be able ta see each other again…” He couldn’t help but run a hand through the boy’s hair. “You did the right thing, Tony. I’m proud of you…”

The smile that Race gave him was more than sunshine could offer. “I’m just glad she’s okay…”

“Me too,” Jack stated, sitting beside the kid on his desk. “Thanks for trusting me, kid…” The boy nodded and let Jack cup a hand around the back of his neck, smiling down at him. “You got a good heart…”

Race grinned. “I guess I learned from the best…” he smiled.

Jack wrapped an arm around him and together they looked at those pictures. Sniper was safe.

And they were all okay.

#newsies #newsies musical #newsies live #newsies fanfiction #newsies au #source: boy meets world #boy meets world #modern au #modern era #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #sniper newsies #angst #tw child abuse #child abuse #mentions of child abuse