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v1nsmoke · 6 months

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑺 // 𝑩𝑼𝑮𝑮𝒀 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 4 - psycho clown buggy story, opla buggy in mind

tw: daggers/blades, fire, blood, descriptions of injury, buggy shit

summary: enslaved as a member in a crazy pirate clown's circus, you decide it's time for you to escape - but things don't work out like you wanted them to.

a/n: OPLA BUGGY IN MIND! Im personally not much of a buggy person but he fit well with the halloween prompt, so here we go i guess. Honestly whenever i think of buggy i picture the live action version lmao

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wc: 2k

You throw another thing in your suitcase, then shut it. After months of imprisonment in this stupid, psycho clown's stupid psycho circus, it was time for you to leave. You had enough of him and his show, how he held his audience captive and how he treated the members of the circus, calling them his 'freaks' and not giving a shit about them.

You were just looking for the right moment to leave, and now seemed like it. He was too focused on his show, he wouldn't notice if you just left. Oh, how you wanted to see his face when he finds out that you are gone! But luckily you won't be here by the time this happens. You'll be long gone, far away from this madness.

Though, compared to the others, he always had some hints of favouritism towards you for unknown reasons. Some light touches, sweeter words, lingering stares, all these were not pointed out by any of the mindless idiots working here. It seemed like you were the only one actually working here with a brain, some others even being so dumb that their minds couldn't process what the clown said sometimes.

You let out a deep sigh as you grab the handle of your suitcase, ready to sneak out. You had been planning this ever since he caught you and made you work for him, you can't mess it up. You push your room's door open with a quiet creak. Looking around, you notice that nobody was out, everyone performing inside the tent.

The circus music fades away as you get furter away from it, panting as you run trough the demolished town. He did this everywhere he went, death and destruction followed him no matter where he was. You wished you could do something about it, but he was a crazy clown, a strong one, and no matter what you did, there was just no way you could defeat him. So, if you couldn't save everyone, you will save yourself.

But it seemed like the worst idea, because suddenly you felt somebody tap your shoulder, making you freeze in your steps. You slowly turn you head around, only to notice a hand there. Just the hand. Nobody was there, just this one hand floating. This is a bad dream, this is a bad dream! Your legs were shaking, your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Just then, a mysterious gas starts to linger in the air, one that you could remember well. He used it so many times, not on you, but on others. But you just stood there, shocked, not running away like you should've. Bad idea.

The world around you starts to fade to black, your body landing in the dirt with a thud sound, unable to move. It takes all your might to fight against the gas, but you're unable to win against it.

~●~

It was back. The annoying circus music, the fake laugh of the audience, the pain in them evident. Not to Buggy, though. He somehow thought they were all enjoying his show. You realised that hearing this meant you were back in the circus, which also meant your escape was unsuccessful. All that planning, and now you messed your chance up.

"Looks like somebody's awakeee!" The familiar voice chimes in with a chuckle. You try to run away, but it's like your hands and legs are tied. Maybe because they were. You look down, noticing that you were tied to a circular, wooden structure. You've seen it in action, Cabaiji used it as a target, a living human in the middle. And now it looks like you were the living human in the middle.

"I see you noticed." He gestures to you, a dagger between each of his fingers like claws, the blade shining in the colourful circus lighting. He probably noticed how your eyes widened when realising what will happen to you.

"Don't worry. There's no guarantee that I'll actually hit you! But there are always chances." His tone shifts with each sentence that leave his painted lips.

Just then, you feel the structure move, the circus starting to spin with you. The people force a laugh when the board is being shown, clearly not because they were entertained. The situation was bad the way it is, the fact that there was an audience making it worse, everybody from all ages, including kids watching in horror as you were about to die.

A dagger pierces trough the air, drilling into the wood, landing right next to your head.

"Hm, looks like you got lucky this time. Let's see if you can pull this off again!" He laughs, and a member of staff spins the wheel again, now you're turning faster than the first time.

It felt horrific, the laughs, the agitating music all mixing together with the wind coming from the speed, all echoing in your ears. The world spinning while your ears rang, you maybe had a headache from it all but it was nothing compared to what you felt a second later.

A sharp sting in your body followed by your pained scream breaks trough the jolly melody of laughs and music. Blood trickles down to your shoes, all from the wound caused by the wound on your thigh, the dagger still deep in your flesh.

"Well, just as I expected. Luck wasn't on your side this time." Buggy chuckles, leaning back and forth.

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You let out a hiss as the disinfectant sinks into the wound, the one caused by the clown. You were lucky he let you go, but he only did it so he can do the same trick the next day, and the next until he kills you with this. And you were not going to let this happen.

You were going to attempt an escape again. But this time, you will try to help others, too. You'll do the honour of ending the clown's circus here and now.

So, you stand up - as much as you could, the wound still making it harder -, and head to the circus stage in the tent where Buggy was planning. You were in luck, he was alone there with everybody else sleeping given the fact that it was nighttime already.

You push the striped tarp open, entering. You see him standing there, deep in thought. You take slow, silent steps towards him, making him look at you.

"Oh, an unexpected guest. And what brings you here?" He asks, tone shifing after every word.

You inch closer to him, barely anything between the two of you. The man stares at you with his big, ocean blue orbs with his face painted around it, maybe too prettily for your taste. You were going to kill him, goddamnit! But if he keeps looking at you like this, you'll get weak and just give up.

No. You can't let this chance go. You hated this man, you wanted to kill him, torture him in the worst ways possible until he dies in a brutal way. At least that's what you were telling yourself. The truth? You just wanted to escape. To not be used in this show, and for him to stop it. If he just let the people in the audience go, if he gave up on getting famous this way...

"Do it." He whispers, a gloomy look on his face, his ice cold colour eyes filled with emotion, the dim blueish light reflecting in them. This was something you have never really seen. He always treats people with cruelty, but his gaze always softens when talking about something that means anything to him.

Shanks was mentioned once, and his expression changed the moment he heard the name. On that day, you learnt that he did have emotions deep down. And now, in this moment, he looked at you exactly like this. He somehow looked innocent, like he did no wrong in the entire world.

But he did wrong things, and you knew it well. He was the one responsible for the wound on your leg, and for the suffering of innocent citizens.

"Do what?" You ask in a quiet tone, putting on an act. Deep down you had a feeling that you failed and he knew your plan, but hope dies last, so you just kept pretending.

"I know you have a lighter in your pocket. And I know what you want to do with it." He says quietly.

So he knew. You didn't know how, but he did. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said he had eyes and ears everywhere. What will you do now? You knew that you had to put an end to the suffering of others, to burn this place to the ground. But Buggy...

"And why would you let me do that?" You inquire, honestly suprised that he just said 'do it' some moments ago. Why would he let you destroy everything he built? He wanted to be king of the pirates, chasing the same dream as thousands, maybe millions of pirates. And if his crew and audience was free, he would be alone. There had to be a good reason for hin to say this.

"You know, over the years, many other pirates or bounty hunters have tried to kill me. To take my head off for money or fame. But none of them succeeded. You know why? My ability, my devil fruit makes it impossible for them. They slice me in half, chop me up, but I'll always put myself back together. I can't die, you know. Not by these methods. But maybe fire will put me down. And I'm going to be honest with you. If somebody ever succeeds in killing me, I want it to be you."

Silence sat between the two of you after this, you trying to process what he said, and Buggy waiting for your next step. You saw him use his ability once, he was saying the truth. It was a hard decision. You didn't really want to murder him, you just wanted to free the members of the circus and end the endless demolition of peaceful towns.

"Not going to kill me? Because if you decide to spare my life, I'll end yours!" He lashes towards you, a dagger in hand. You weren't ready for a one against one match against him, he was a devil fruit user, and you were a normal, average human. But you had to do something, so you grab your own dagger, dodge the hand, and try to land an attack on him. He gets out your way, focusing on your dagger, but doesn't notice the lighter in your other hand.

He grabs the collar of your shirt, and tosses you into the lined tarpaulin of the tent, which makes you bounce off and results in you falling between the benches of the auditorium. Wrong move. The benches were made of wood. You ignite the lighter, holding it dangerously close to the bench above you. And just as you expected, it cacthes on fire, the flame spreading trough the circus.

Buggy's eyes widen, realisation hitting him hard. Was this your plan all along? He didn't know, but you did it. To actually see everything catch on flame, burning to the ground, everything he built so far, now about to be gone. He couldn't do anything, and even if it wasn't all that visible on his exterior, he was panicking inside. A bunch of silent 'no''s leave his trembling lips, not even caring where you are right now.

Meanwhile, you took the opportunity and escaped from the burning tent. Smoke fills the air as you leave the tent, heading straight towards where the other members and the audience was locked. You look back at what you've done, the orange flames illuminating the dark, night sky, the light reflecting on your face and in your eyes.

~●~

You pick up the crowbar, smashing it against the lock of the innocent citizen's cage. They all look at you with suprise, still, delighted that somebody came to their rescue.

"He'll kill you if he finds out, leave while you can!" The man says, genuine worry lacing his voice.

"I tried, don't worry. But I'm not going to let everybody else suffer." You break the chain, freeing the man.

Now, with all the members freed, you were ready to finally start a new life, one without psycho clowns and a circus.

buggy the clown and one piece belongs to eiichiro oda

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lythea-creation · 2 months

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Brighten My World - Tasneem x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: After Layan's death (f/n)'s struggling to cope. But when she finds out about Tasneem's eating disorder she knows she can't just stand by and watch.

warnings: grief, signs of depression, eating disorder

word count: 2.348

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Lately everything seemed to be a nuance darker. The sun was not as bright as it used to be. The sky not as blue. The air not fresh enough to provide me with sufficient oxygen. Breathing had turned out to become more laborious as my chest was feeling to tight for my lungs.

Yet I dragged myself to school every day where it was all came crushing down on me even more. After all I did not have a choice.

Since Layan's death nothing had been the same and yet it felt like nobody truly cared. Not about Layan herself. At best they cared about the fact that one of their students was not alive anymore.

Everyone was just moving on, stopping here and there to stare at the signs that Layan had actually existed. But to me it was so much more. She had been one of my best friends, basically my only friend considering that nobody was wondering about my sudden distant nature.

Maybe I was even more unseen than Layan. I had turned into a shadow.

Miss Abeer was actually the only one recognizing me.

I noticed her concerned glances when I was only staring at Layan's old seat in class. She was even calling me in to talk to me from time to time. But sadly that was not enough to lighten the pain.

Right now I was hiding inside one of the bathroom stalls throughout the break. Somehow the close space was giving me some kind of comfort, like my world was confined to these four walls. Plus you did not have to explain yourself when you were crying in there.

I was startled though when I heard somebody throwing up. Honestly I did not want to risk getting such a tiresome infection. So I decided to leave as soon as that student had left as well.

Out of curiosity or rather to know who I should avoid for the rest of the day, I took a peek through the slit between my door and door frame.

To my surprise it was none other than Tasneem.

Of course I took notice of her sitting in class later on as if nothing had happened. But it did not seem like a big deal to me. She could have eaten something she could not stomach after all.

But that changed when I accidentally caught her throwing up once again a few days later.

This time I decided to confront her with it.

“Tasneem”, I called out while getting out of my stall.

She jumped as she obviously had not noticed my presence before.

“(f/n). How long have you been in here?”, she inquired, insecurity resounding in her voice.

I had to admit that I was surprised she even knew my name.

“Long enough to know about your eating disorder”, I enlightened her.

The gasp and the literal panic written all over her face were making me continue quickly: “Don't worry! I won't tell anyone. Under certain conditions.”

Her body language changed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a defensive almost angry look on her face.

“What do you want?”, she questioned, her voice resembling her non-verbal language.

“I want you to talk to me about it”, I proposed.

There was a short moment of silence between us before she spoke up again: “Seriously? Why the bother? You can already screw me with knowing about it at all. You won't get anything out of it”, she noted.

“But maybe you will”, I considered.

“I don't get it”, she confessed. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I want you to get better. This is serious, Tasneem”, I pointed out. “How long has it been going on?”

“I dunno. Maybe a year or so. I don't really remember”, she admitted.

“Have you tried talking to your mom about it?”, I wondered.

“It's complicated”, she claimed.

“Okay. The break is almost over. Do you mind meeting up after school?”

“You won't let this go, right?”, she reassured.

I shook my head no.

“You can come over to my place if you want. I'm getting a riding anyway. So you can just come along”, she offered.

“Okay, I will”, I agreed.

As soon as we left the restroom, our relationship was unchanged. She did not pay attention to me at all.

But a few hours later I was sitting on a chair next to her bed she was sitting on.

“So what else do you want to know?”, she inquired.

“Can you come to me or call me whenever you feel the need to do it?”, I requested.

“How would that help?”, she remarked. “You don't even know me. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

“You're upset”, I noticed.

“Obviously”, she shot back. “You're completely ignoring my privacy.”

“Keep on ranting if it helps”, I encouraged her.

“Who do you even think you are? How highly do you think of yourself to suppose that you out of all people could help me? You can't save me”, she exclaimed.

“Probably”, I whispered.

“You think I could be your project just because you don't have anything else to do as you have no friends. You don't even try to get along with people. You're a weirdo”, she continued.

My eyes fixated on my fidgeting hands. Despite my recent lack of experiencing my emotions, her words were somehow hurting me. Most likely because she was right.

After a short moment of silence I asked her if she was finished.

“(f/n), sorry. I ...”

I interrupted her: “Don't be. Just come to me when you need to vent. I'll listen to you. I'll try to help even if I'm just an imposter.”

“I didn't mean it like that”, she insisted. “It's just … nobody knows about this except you.”

“It's okay to be scared, Tasneem”, I assured her. “Everybody feels that way from time to time.”

“You sure don't”, she mumbled.

“What?”

“You always seem collected, wearing a poker face. You don't even try to participate in class. I've never seen you hang out with anyone. Yet you appear indifferent, calm, like you don't care”, she explained.

“If I didn't care I wouldn't be here, would I?”, I replied.

“But why me out of all people? I'm privileged, have all the resources I could need. So why are you still wanting to help me?”, she wondered.

“Coincidence? You're right. Everybody's dealing with something heavy and there a plenty of people who don't have as much money or connections. But you're still struggling. So the right piece you need seems to be missing. I couldn't forgive myself if I knew and didn't act on it. I know that it's selfish”, I confessed.

“Okay”, she stated.

“Huh?”

“I will try to come to you. But it's gonna be hard for me to do so, especially because I don't really know you. So I need to be selfish as well and make a condition”, she announced.

I waited for her to continue.

“I want you to tell me about yourself as well and become my friend. It wouldn't be fair if this whole thing was one-sided after all.”

“We have a deal then”, I agreed and shook her hand with a smile.

Over the course of the next months we grew into our roles.

Tasneem actually came to me at school whenever she was feeling overwhelmed. And she would call me when I was too far away to quickly get to her.

I would talk to her, try to make her work through her emotions in another way.

I let her squeeze my hands as tightly as she needed to when she was suppressing the urge to binge.

I gave her a pep talk when everyone else talked her down.

I hugged her when she felt like nobody cared about her, but only her performance.

I told her bedtime stories when she could not sleep out of stress.

I was sitting in the front row during her most vulnerable moments and for the first time since Layan's death I was fully experiencing my life again, with all the unbearably strong emotions that belonged to it.

“(f/n)?” Tasneem softly uttered my name as we were laying on her bed.

It was not unusual for me to visit her anymore, not even to sleep over at her place. Sometimes it was helping her to hold me to fall asleep or the other way around. It was frightening to feel this close to her. Like I might lose her in the blink of an eye, just as quickly as it all had begun.

“Yeah?”, I answered, turning a bit to face her properly.

“You've changed”, she noted.

“You too”, I noted, smiling at her.

She smiled back at me. But it vanished too quickly.

“What is it really?”, I questioned.

“You're the only one who truly sees me”, she proposed. “I know that it hurts you when I fall back into my bad habits and yet you never blame me for it. You're always supportive, giving me whatever I need, whenever I need it.”

Was that a compliment? I was not used to this kind of conversation.

“When you visited me for the first time, I was an asshole. But you still stayed. Even though I talked you down. It didn't seem to affect you”, she remembered. “Do you still feel that way? Now that you know me better, would it hurt if I talked to you like that?”

“It did hurt back then”, I admitted. “But it would be more painful now.”

“How can you always stay so calm then?”, she inquired. “No matter how upset I am, you don't freak out. Instead you get me to calm down as well.”

I avoided looking at her when she said that. My hands started fidgeting again.

“You aren't”, she realized. “You want to come off as invincible, to mask it. But you're not. You're just better at hiding it.”

I stayed silent at her statement because she was right. I had picked up that skill a long time ago, maybe had it my whole life. But it had become worse with Layan's death. So bad that I sometimes could not see through my own act.

“What is your thing you're dealing with? It's gotta be a big deal since you never brought it up”, she assumed.

“I dunno if I can talk about it”, I confessed, my voice already cracking slightly as tears were flooding my eyes at the mere thought of Layan.

I had not gotten any chance to deal with my grief yet. Otherwise I would have broken down completely and there was no way my parents would let that happen. They thought it would simply go away after some time, like the person I had felt closest to had not just been killed by her own brother. Like I would be able to talk to her again, like she would call me to tell me whatever was bothering her. Like she would sing for me when I was feeling down.

Without realizing I started crying as the memories flooded my mind. I just noticed when I saw Tasneem's expression before she pulled me into her arms.

My tears transformed into painful sobs as I could not hold it in any longer. When I was too exhausted to continue crying I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

Tasneem was holding me so tightly that there was no way to get out of bed without waking her up. So instead I tried my best to enjoy the moment despite my head screaming at me to run.

The fear was getting stronger the closer we got. It was unlikely that Tasneem was going to die soon. But I had not expected Layan to die either. So rational thinking was not helping me in any way.

“Hey”, Tasneem greeted me.

Her voice was groggy from sleep. It was absolutely adorable.

“Hey”, I mumbled back.

She loosened her arms around me to give me a chance to move. “How are you feeling?”

Great question now that I was so out of touch with my feelings. But I had to be honest with her. After she had opened up to me so many times it was not fair to keep everything about me to myself.

“Scared”, I uttered.

“Why?”, she worried.

“I … really care about you. A lot. I don't wanna lose you”, I revealed, pushing myself against her again to make sure she had not already disappeared.

“I won't leave”, she promised.

“You never know”, I declared. “What if it isn't your choice?”

She cupped my cheek with her hand, leading me to look up at her.

“I won't leave”, she repeated. “So please don't leave either.”

“Even if I didn't wanna be your friend anymore?”, I questioned.

“What?” Horror was taking over her face.

“I'm sorry, but … I love you”, I confessed.

For a moment she froze, scaring me to no end. But that all vanished when she closed the last tiny gap between us to kiss me.

When she pulled back again, she complained: “You really scared me for a second, you know?”

I laughed at her reaction and after pouting for a few seconds she joined in. Just now I realized how much I had missed laughing like this.

I was aware that my pain would not just fade away this easily. That I had a lot to work on and that being with Tasneem would not be enough to solve all my problems. But it was moments like these who were crucial to help turning my world brighter again. One step at a time.

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tathrin · 7 months

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💙 a ship that you like, but disliked at first

[from this ask meme]

Thank you for taking pity and not asking for more crack-ships lol (even though I now have another one to offer, what the fuck okay).

This one is...okay tbh I was half-afraid and half-hoping that somebody would ask this one, because you're probably not going to believe the answer given what's dominated like 80% of the posts and fics I've been making since LotR Feelings consumed my brain again a while back, but...

Legolas and Gimli.

Yeah no for real. See when I was a teenager, I didn't know what aromanticism or asexuality were; I just knew that I Was Not Interested in romance or sex at all very much no thank you NOPE. But back then I thought the only "options" for people were gay, straight, and bi. So I, and everyone who knew me, thought that I was either a "late bloomer" or just that whatever "toggle" puberty flips in most people's brains that makes them Become Interested In Other People Like That was broken in mine, and had not flipped. And I was, frankly, thrilled! Because I did not want it to ever "flip" no way no how no thank you. Being "broken" was awesome for me, actually.

But the terrifying thing about "broken" things is that broken things can sometimes be fixed. And I DID NOT WANT my broken toggle to ever repair itself. I liked being me, I liked the way I was! I did not want icky romance-sexy-stuff to eat my brain and turn me into something that I wasn't, and until I discovered that asexuality existed I lived in this sort of constant low-level dread that someday it might happen. Which was terrifying! Being broken was fine with me; potentially getting fixed was not.

(As soon as I discovered asexuality was A Thing the fear evaporated, which is just one more example of why Representation Matters y'all.)

Anyway, the side-effect of this was that I was VICIOUSLY defensive of any and every platonic fictional relationship or romance-free character ever written. They were "proof" to my scared brain that Not Everyone Gets Fixed; Not Everyone Falls In Love. Maybe You'll Stay Like This! Maybe You'll Be Okay! Maybe Your Entire Understanding Of Yourself As A Person Will Not Be Subsumed And Obliterated By Feelings You Do Not Want To Have!

(Now that I no longer need to fear that my own brain and hormones will someday betray me and turn me into a total stranger to myself, I'm way more chill about that sort of thing obviously.)

So while most of my fellow queers were learning to read between the lines, I was learning to keep my eyes very very tightly closed to even the most obvious not-stated-outright romances. Anytime somebody that I had decided Wasn't Like That fell in love, it was such a betrayal (even when the author had clearly been setting the romance up; you can't see what's set-up in front of you if you don't want to look at it!). Friends-to-lovers was basically my kryptonite.

And nobody outright SAID that sailing to elf-heaven in defiance of all the rules and expectations of all of history together with the "great love" of your life that you'd spent a whole trilogy being written as one-half of a pair with was coded as pretty damn romantic (and extremely queer) especially when every other survivor went off and got married...so that meant that they were not and could not be "together" like that nope no thank you never. Just gals dwarves and elves being pals. The end forever goodbye.

Mind you, even then I could see the obvious; I just spent a long time trying to pretend that I didn't. And poking nervously at those early slash-stories with them the way one might wiggle a loose tooth. Trying to see if it was okay. Trying to see if I was okay. Finding excuses why it was "okay" to like this story or that one, on an individual basis only, just as exceptions you understand! But obviously not shipping it. Obviously not approving of it. Obviously not agreeing it was real.

But eventually loose teeth fall out and the world goes on. And I realized that my brain wasn't going to betray and eat me, and my broken toggle was never going to flip, and I was going to be okay. And if I was going to be okay, then it was okay for some of these fictional characters to not be proxies for my own romance-free self, because I didn't need that anymore: I was safe, so their falling in love with somebody wasn't a betrayal of happily-loveless me.

After that it was pretty easy to come to terms with the fact that yeah: this ship sails itself all the way to Aman.

#emoji shipping meme #ask meme #gimleaf #lotr #legolas #gimli #asexuality #me #this ship sails itself all the way to valinor

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literaticat · 2 years

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The bookstore q got me thinking. If you wrote a book, someone working in a bowling alley or something, and your agent asked you to do more with that (maybe it's a creepy place to have the MC chased) is this kind of common feedback? And is it good - does it mean they like your book, just think you could do more with a setting? Do you see editors give your clients this kind of feedback or do you yourself? Makes you wonder sometimes when agents see more potential in a setting than the writer did!

I don't know if it is common feedback or not, actually, I'm not sure I've ever really thought about it. Like, I can't REMEMBER having given that exact feedback per se, but it sounds like something normal to say, so maybe I have?

I don't think it is a "good" thing OR a "bad" thing. (Just like if we say "I'd like to see more ABC", or "maybe pull back a bit on XYZ" -- that piece of feedback alone doesn't mean we like your book OR don't like your book generally speaking -- it just means we think that there could be more ABC or less XYZ, that would potentially make it even better.)

I *do* think that a great setting is important. IT can be just so revealing of where we are in time and space, what kind of values and interests people have, and it's just FUN to see what makes this place specific and special. Like, don't just set your book at A SCHOOL. Set it at a SPECIFIC SCHOOL with its own feel and vibe and look. Every school, and every classroom, is different - so what is THIS one like?

If you set your book at a bowling alley, don't just say "yeah it's a bowling alley. I work there." and call it a day -- what does THIS bowling alley look like, smell like - what kind of food do they serve, do they do like "disco-bowling" with glow-in-the-dark balls blacklights and a DJ and cocktails and tattooed purple-haired hipsters renting shoes, or is it an old-school orange-and-brown with a lot of weird old men huddled around and the only food is suspect "nachos" and hot-dogs from a dirty glass display where they have potentially been sweating since 1972? If the person works there - what is that LIKE? What do they have to wear? What does it smell like, and does the smell linger on their clothes after they go home? What do they have to do for their job, what do they like about it, what do they hate? Do they secretly love being on "shoe duty" because it means they don't have to talk to the guy behind the hot-dog machine? Do they have ridiculous banter with a certain delivery driver that they always look forward to? Or what?

Further: What do they know about the building that an average passer-by WOULDN'T know? Like where do the balls and pins GO? Is there a secret room in the back where you can access the machines? Is there a basement or some way to get UNDER the machines? IF somebody was hiding in the bowling alley - where could they hide? If there was a clue or a gun or something hidden somewhere - where could it be, where the person who NEEDS to find it could find it but nobody else could? If you wanted to make out with a delivery driver there - where would you do it where you wouldn't get caught by the manager or customers but you could still see the lanes if somebody needed you -- does the manager's office have monitors, and can you access it? If somebody wanted to do a crime there - what kinds of crimes would be possible, and how would they get away with them?

Seems like a cool location to me. :-)

Basically - - I think ANY location can seem cool, if you make it specific rather than generic. I'd urge any writer to think about ways in which THIS SPECIFIC SETTING can forward your story and/or let us know more about the characters, the neighborhood, etc.

And, importantly: I'M NOT SAYING YOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT ALL OF THIS AT LENGTH OR SLOW THE STORY DOWN GETTING MIRED IN DETAILS. Specific, memorable sensory details and the like can be woven in without slowing the story down! I have a client who told me once that he knows the exact blueprint layout of all the locations in his books - how many steps to the sink, etc -- but *almost none of that info is in the book* -- HE JUST KNOWS IT, so when he says something, it's SPECIFIC.)

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Watch "The Moody Blues "Nights In White Satin" Live" on YouTube

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So I looked at the song and I'm examining this nights in White satin and I'm examining the other one as well Tuesday afternoon. Both of them seem to fit with today's events cuz he sent people to the Midwest and he's singing about the nice white sand for some reason usually when a huge chord attack them or try to attack them they grab tons of you idiots and they go after you and they remove you from wherever you are so we're racing he was a whole bunch of idiotic zombies are probably going to come out of there after they clean you out because you probably cleared out most yourselves anyways. And since he's enamored with it it probably means they can't flowing out the DC and other places and we are going to check it out.

Mac

Did you see what it says and what it means back then and now and what it could mean is that they come out and go after DC and other cities including Chicago and Detroit and they cleared it all out and then they go into DC and other areas and they're going after stuff it looks like his people but clones are with him so they don't know what that would be and we hear stories that they go all over the place and they find them in there better than hell most of them and nothing wrong with them except their brains are gone. And usually if the brain goes explodes or something like that other body is fried so people don't understand it and the sun says it sounds like maybe they're juicing with the wrong stuff they just poison the s*** out of themselves and really bugs juice does that and that's what they keep using cuz they're using it. Somebody will say a big bugs could be controlling them or bugs inside their brain case but people don't get it and see big critters walking away that's really gross these people are stupid

Thor Freya

It is my guys doing it and we got the assignment and what he said was clear out the Midwest in the upper Midwest in the least and now we have this humongous army of these idiots for me and the temperature is perfect it's nice and cool and we're getting ready to invade the East Coast and West Coast and as far as we can go and the idiot goes to Italy like it's a blessing because he thinks that everybody's gone and that's what he is he's a bum and he watched his people go and he praised it happening thanks to everybody and then he leaves we have information that says he doesn't come back at all after this incident other people say he comes back but he can't get here and we agree you might come to Florida but not here and all these idiots are cleared out and we're going to help do it

Zig Zag

I think there's a great time to tell my husband to do a good job you should eat more if he's hungry he says he agrees and he thinks me too when is how I'm doing I'm fine and this kid is annoying what he's been saying all the time is you don't think we do anything and don't have respect and all sorts of dumb things and your sister getting mad and horrified and all sorts of s***. He told him what Tommy f was in his clothes and they start getting sick she's not that stupid he just has a few animals inside and it's small and it his body is mutatable all they start getting sick. So they went around telling people and so you probably tell the max and it's going to be the least of time you going through all this so he started laughing and said you're freaking right

And trying to remember this mad cuz he doesn't get respect and all the sudden stupid crap and nobody cares we run them out he's an animal and a loser it would be really easy ride but the dumb f*** can't do it so we're going to have to go after him he's saying is a little idiot.

We have a lot of stuff going on it's a massive amount we have a lot of fun tonight but her son does need some stuff and he ate a lot that's enough but we want it to be healthy tomorrow it's got a decent sized day ahead of him and there's nothing really huge going on but he is going to have to move somewhere to get something and it is a reward for all his activities and help for us and it's not a reward for these idiots. And it is something that he has needed for quite a while and something of his and it's not his bicycle he says thank heavens.. we do know what it is and it was not in Northport or Port Charlotte but one of his friends who knows him from up North found it and grabbed it and took it here. Truly can't afford car insurance that's not what it is so we will get back to you about it and it is something it doesn't have to pay for finally

Thor Freya

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julia-1901 · 2 years

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You can't catch a cat, using a fish.

♡ shigaraki x reader

♡ word count: 2.3k (i know, the name is weird. but please just 'trust the process'.)

♡ warnings: some cursing, reader gets held hostage, bad comma settings- will be overworked sometime again.

♡ my work

♡ what i listened to meanwhile: calming music to read & write to

You were fascinated by the villains.

This might be because you weren't one. you were quite the opposite.

You just couldn't bring yourself to understand what made them do that. Yet, you were aware that nobody does things like that without a reason.

There's a reason for everything, you thought. some people's reason is their mental illness. Some might have experienced a bad childhood. And some might experience so much hatred against the world, that they can't help, but want to destroy it.

As much as you couldn't figure out their reasons, you were curious what their stories were. What happened to those villains everyone feared? Who were they before it happened?

You couldn't help the nosy feeling growing in you.

Maybe you were just in the right place to find out.

Former questions have been running through your mind for the past few hours. Or at least that's what you thought how much time had passed since you were tied to the chair you were currently sitting on.

You were barely able to recall anything. Everything you knew at the moment, was that you were sitting on a chair, placed in a boringly bland-looking room.

The wallpaper was already coming off the wall. There was barely anything to look at. Another chair was placed close to the door, you were probably dragged through. A few letters with the caption 'wanted', written in capital letters, were lying on the floor, already soaking wet.

There was a small window on the opposite side of the door. not a window you'd be able to look through tho. More like those windows, you'd find in a bathroom or a basement.

Your curiosity grew. What might they want? Were they holding you hostage or were they wanting something you had?

It probably wasn't the latter. You couldn't think of anything they could want of you. You were rather average, although you were a good hero.

More time passed before somebody finally opened the door.

You were able to tell that it was dabi. or Touya Todoroki, however, nobody called him that, so Dabi it was.

"Crusty told me to explain stuff to you and if you behave, you can leave this room," he explained, sitting down onto the other chair.

"First of all, it's not you whom we want," confirming your hypothesis, he kept talking. "But we still need you to stay here with us. You'll be free to go, after we succeed, providing you behave."

"Hypothetically, what happens if I don't behave the way you expect me to?" You questioned. He grinned, "I suppose, Crusty wouldn't like that." Seeing the confusion written over your face, he continued, "you'd probably get killed."

His words couldn't have been any clearer. Yet, another question popped up. You didn't quite understand the name he was referring to.

"May I ask," looking back up at you, he wore an expecting expression, "who is 'Crusty'?" He chuckled.

"Ever heard of Shigaraki, Doll?" Oh. So that was whose custody you were in. Now that you came to think of it, you were familiar with the fact that Dabi seemed to have joined the league of villains.

"Yes, I have." He was grinning, still. Seemingly all of this was amusing to him.

"Any more questions?" Yes, you actually did have one. But you were almost fully positive, that he wouldn't answer it honestly yet. None of them would. not until they trusted you at least a little.

You shook your head, telling him no. Walking up to you, he kneeled down a bit and removed the rope. He probably expected you to behave, knowing that shigaraki would kill you if you didn't.

You told him thank you, bringing your hand to your wrist, trying to smooth the pain that the rope caused. Watching movies is one thing, but feeling like you were in one was another.

It would be much less stressful if there was a camera crew, telling you you were keeping up great though.

Walking behind Dabi, you left the room that you stayed in for God knows how long. Probably barely half a day.

The next room you could see was rather big. It was a bar, to be accurate. A girl was sitting on one of the chairs, giggling over something. Another person was standing in front of her, looking like a barkeeper. He wasn't looking at her anymore, his attention slid to the two of you, now entering the room.

"Chill, she'll behave," Dabi announced, seeing the look the barkeeper gave him. "So, over there we have Mr. Compress, and that's-" not being able to introduce the girl, she quickly turned around and did it herself. "Hello! I'm Toga!" she told you, joyfully. "Woah, you're pretty," gazing at you, she laid her head in her hands.

You decided to sit next to her and wait for what was going to happen next. Dabi sat down next to you, asking the man you now knew to be Mr. Compress, for a drink.

"You want a shot, too?" Already waiting for his seconds, he asks, awaiting your answer.

Practically you didn't know how long you'd stay here. Neither did you know if you were going to leave this place. And who knows, maybe drinking with them gave you sympathy points.

Nodding quickly, he lost no time, filling in your glass.

Shortly after, you could hear somebody yelling from the room behind. You jumped a little from surprise, feeling the rose that formed in your palm. Looking at Dabi, he chuckled, "seems like crusty ain't having a good time," he spoke, amused.

"If you'd excuse me," Mr. compress said, before quickly leaving the room, making his way into the other. Some talking was heard, yet it was nothing you were able to understand from that distance.

A while passed until he came back, followed by Shigaraki.

Shigaraki looked at you for a moment, skeptically. Scratching the back of his neck, he was handed something by Mr. Compress before he left into the room, which probably was his, again.

The night arrived and you were left with the question of where you should go now. Dabi and Toga already made their way out, but you would be surprised, if they'd let you out, too.

It'd probably be ridiculous to ask, so you choose not to.

Instead, you waited at the bar, for somebody who might tell you what to do next.

And indeed, somebody came. It was Mr. Compress, again.

"I apologize for what I am to say next, but we don't usually have any 'guests'," you didn't like where this was heading. "And we don't want you to leave yet. I'm sure, I don't have to tell you why that is. So, for now, you'll stay in Shigaraki's room. At least for the night," your feeling didn't trick you. You did not like where this was heading, but you weren't left with much choice either.

"I understand." following him, you were walking towards the room, which indeed happened to be Shigaraki's.

Shigaraki was sitting on the floor, gaming. You didn't mind. you were relieved to see he was just gaming and not doing anything that would make you fear him.

It's ironic, isn't it? People fearing people. But so it just happens to be.

His story might be the one you were the most curious about.

He didn't look up, he probably was expecting you already. "I'll leave them here now. Goodnight." he left. Leaving you in the doorframe of Tomura Shigaraki's room.

"The fuck are you waiting for?" He hissed. He was probably bothered by the light, shining into his room, you thought. How often did he leave his room?

As on cue, you closed the door behind you, standing in his room, not knowing what to do. There was a bed, a desk, which he was sitting at, a tv, and lots of laundry on the floor.

"Just sit down on my bed or something." And so you did. You were afraid of angering him since it's known he didn't have much patience.

"You can just go to sleep, I probably won't sleep either way." He didn't look at you while talking. His eyes were fixated on the screen ahead of him. Doing as he said, you tried to lay down. You couldn't think about falling asleep though.

The sound of the keys didn't bother you too much. Instead, you were hoping for him to say something. It didn't even have to be addressed to you, you just wanted to know what was going through his head.

You didn't know for how long you laid awake on his bed, but there was nothing said. The only thing you could hear was either his keyboard, or him scratching the back of his neck.

He seemed to do this a lot. Especially when he was nervous, annoyed, bothered, or worried about something.

Days passed and Shigaraki's mood seemed to drop more. He seemed to realize, that he couldn't catch a cat using a fish. Or how it really was; he couldn't use you to get whatever he wanted. It was probably somebody who was more known than you were.

You sat at the bar again, Dabi placed next to you. You grew curious. Wanting to know what they were holding you hostage for, you decided to finally ask.

Dabi hesitated before telling you. "He wants Bakugo." Wow. You were once again right. They wouldn't get Bakugo, using you.

You would lie if you said that you didn't find yourself feeling more comfortable with the villains by now.

You could sometimes feel Shigaraki's presence on the bed, next to you. Well, on the nights he decided to sleep at least.

When bedtime arrived, you decided that you wanted to talk to Shigaraki for a bit. You never really got the chance to hold a proper conversation with him, but honestly, you wanted to talk to him some more.

"You know," you laid back down into his bed like you did for the past few days, "you're not a bad guy. You're actually quite decent." The clicking sounds stopped. Was he shocked that you said that?

He turned his chair and you could feel his eyes on you. This time, however, you looked back.

And that was the night, the two of you finally talked. He told you a bit about his past, even. And you grew to understand how people change from kids, into individual adults.

You could tell that he didn't tell you much. The known outlines you'd probably find on the internet if you looked for them.

Knowing, that Dabi probably was at the bar again, you decided to let Shigaraki have some alone time. Or at least, that was what you were planning to do.

Just as you were about to leave, you could hear him start talking again. "Stay." Turning around, you saw Shigaraki, looking at you, uncertain for once.

"I don't want to be alone tonight." He might regret what he just told you, but he knew that there was no going back now. You smiled at him, understanding. you nodded and returned to the bed.

You noticed that shigaraki was wearing some kind of gloves. They weren't covering every finger, but they seemed to work, looking at his monitor. You wondered what would happen if he wore gloves, that cover every finger. they would doubtlessly decay.

Laying back down, you noticed Shigaraki's hesitating movements. He finally decided to lay down, too. This time, however, you could almost hear his thoughts. The thoughts, he didn't dare to voice.

You knew, you probably shouldn't. But you found a liking in him. Romantically, almost. You liked all the villains, some more than others. Yet you liked Shigaraki the most. Maybe that was because you shared a room with him. Knowing, that this was a somewhat intimate situation.

"You know you can touch me, right?" You assured him, thinking that it probably was what he was considering.

Some people would think of Shigaraki as childish. In some eyes, he might be a terrible villain. Not as in very cruel, well, that probably too. But as in chaotic. Angered whenever he fails. But aren't all of us.. at least bothered whenever we fail? Is there a reason why we don't want to fail? Certainly, not everyone needs a reason to avoid failure.

He didn't answer. Instead, he carefully placed his arm over your waist, slowly pulling closer to you. He probably didn't cuddle nor hug anyone for a very long time.

You placed your hand over his, caressing his knuckles. "Goodnight, Shigaraki." No answer.

"Could you call me Tomura whenever we're alone?" He asked, his voice low. Maybe he was hoping you didn't hear him? Or he was glad if you did, but wouldn't be bothered if you didn't, either.

"Goodnight, Tomura." You corrected. Although you couldn't see it, you could feel him smile. "Goodnight."

The next day was everything but mild. Everyone was stressed.

As you expected, the heroes didn't even waste a thought on leaving Bakugo to the villains.

But as you expected, too, they weren't going to leave you behind either. At this point, however, you kind of wished they would.

Somehow, it felt pathetic to you, that they'd save everyone. Not because you thought that people didn't deserve to be saved. Not at all. But because you thought that maybe, yeah, just maybe, they were saving everyone for their reputation.

You knew you shouldn't think that, but it might be like that. And if it was true, then what on earth made them think villains didn't deserve savior? Maybe they weren't in need for the same kind of savior, but surely, they deserved to be saved, too.

You didn't want to leave. And you weren't going to.

And maybe the reason for this was because you fell in love with a villain.

♡ I hope you enjoyed it! there's going to be another part. if you'd like to be tagged, please let me know.

♡ reblogs are appreciated!

♡ 6th of february 2022.

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

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"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

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"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #marvel #mcu

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a-froger-epic · 3 years

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Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

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Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

#Queen band #Freddie Mercury #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #Brian May #interview #i am so excited about this #so much into #information #JB

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tulipwritings · 3 years

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Let you see the heart that's inside ✧ I

Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

(Gif's not mine)

You wrapped your kefta closely around you as you stumbled through the hallway of the Little Palace. You felt like crying but the numbness of not fully grasping what just had happened stopped you from sobbing and screaming.

You had liked Pyotr. He was your closest and only friend ever since you arrived at the Little Palace after the Darkling found you — his Sun Summoner. Your stay turned out to be a tough time, barely finding friends since most of the other Grisha held grudges against you, envying the Sun Summoner who the Darkling was so keen on, even though behind the closed doors of the war room, the both of you kept fighting, divided by disagreement on how to act regarding the Shadow Fold. He wanted to use it as a weapon which you highly disagreed with. Once the Darkling realized your stubborness and that he couldn’t simply wrap you around his finger, his behaviour changed towards you, being distant and not hiding the fact how annoyed he was in your presence. Probably the only reason for him to not simply get rid of you was that he needed a Sun Summoner and you were the only one around. Oh, how you'd love to make room for those other Grisha, there was nothing to envy about bearing the bad-tempered Darkling.

You've been on your own your whole life, the loneliness had been such a familiar feeling that it didn’t feel lonely anymore at some point. Until you met Pyotr and you got used to him being around. But now you felt sick to your stomach only thinking about him, his stupid face and red kefta. When you visited him in his room this evening so you could go to the great hall together where dinner is served, he grabbed you by your wrists, starting to kiss your neck and once you tried to push him away, he slowed down your heart rate, making you defenseless. Now, stepping through the hallway trying to get to your room as quick as possible, you could still feel his hands on your body and hear the echo of his words over and over again. "Come on, (Y/N). You've been so sweet and kind, you showed me that you want me for quite some time now..." His powers of a Heartrender stopped you from objecting, all you could do was watching him touch and kiss you.

"Dinner is that way" a cold and yet soft voice said. The Darkling seemed to have a good day, at least that's what the rare softness in his voice gave away.

"I'm not hungry, get out of my face" you spat, not looking at him as you tried to pass him, but his hand shot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you backwards until his body blocked your way.

"I beg your pardon?" The softness in his voice was gone, there was a dangerous edge to it now. His touch made you panic and all of a sudden the numbness lost its fight against the tears, making you sob right in front of him, which made all of it even worse, since the least you wanted was showing weakness in front of the Darkling, who'd use it against you as soon as it was of use. "Let go of me! I'll never be kind again!", you shouted, knowing your words must sound ridiculous without any context, before your voice broke and your tears stopped you from saying anything else. The Darkling let go of you without even blinking. He was slightly startled, almost sorry once he noticed your shattered reaction.

"(Y/N)... wha- what happened?" he asked troubled, raising his hand for a second, wanting to touch your back to comfort you until he realized his touch had made you panic just seconds ago. He bowed forward, his face only inches apart from yours, as his raven eyes locked with yours. "Tell me."

He waited patiently until you gathered enough strength to gulp back your sobs, shakingly speaking up about what happened. Once he heard what Pyotr had done he stiffened, clenching his jaw and protectively looking up and down the hallway, checking if there was any sight of the Heartrender.

"Go to your room and take a bath.", he ordered, "I'll check in on you later."

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You were sitting in your nightgown on your bed, your hair still damp as you heard a soft knock on your door.

"Come in..." Your voice was barely a hoarse. You had took a hot bath, eagerly soaping your body and hoping to wash off the feeling of Pyotr's hands on your skin. It's been hopeless — you felt used, dirty even. If you could, you'd shed your skin, leaving the unsolicited touch behind.

The Darkling stepped in, a tray in his hand that he placed in front of you. "I want you to eat something, (Y/N)."

You sighed, thinking about food made you feel like throwing up already.

"I'll leave the Little Palace tomorrow, I can't stand to see him again." And you couldn’t stand the thought of your only friend betraying you, the thought of fighting with the Darkling when there was no one around to rant about his self-centered, greedy behaviour, the thought of being among other Grisha and still being all alone. You had lost your only friend — if he had ever been a friend. You felt empty and lost. Unlovable, worthless. As if Pyotr had stolen your value.

"You won't leave the Little Palace..."

"So, I'm a captive now?" you snapped.

The Darkling took a deep breath. You could sense that he was annoyed with you interrupting him, but for once he was patient and remained soft instead of threatening you as he did the countless times you were arguing in the war room.

"You’re not held captive, Pyotr is." he stated, now sitting down on the edge of your bed, still giving you space and respecting your boundaries.

Your eyes went wide. "You... you believe me?"

"Are you fucking with me?!" There he was — the annoyed Darkling, angry with something you said. This time you couldn’t be mad at him, his reaction felt nearly soothing.

"I want Grisha to be safe." he went on. "The Little Palace is supposed to be a safe place for Grisha, I won't tolerate any kind of violence that isn't at my command. Speaking of...", he frowned, "I don't want you to have breakfast with the others tomorrow. You'll eat in your room, I'll have servants take care of it." He got up from your mattress, but stopped as soon as he reached your door. "And (Y/N)... don’t let the cruelty of others take away your kindness. It can be strength too." He left before you had a chance to ask any further questions.

Once he had closed the door, he left you behind with the unknown feeling of wanting him to come back. You hated how commanding he was. Yet, it was the first time you wondered who he was besides the leader of the Second Army that you couldn’t stand. You wondered if there was a side of him you might actually like.

Once he had closed the door leaving you behind, a pool of shadows surrounded him. Now that he was on his own again he stopped suppressing his rage about somebody touching you and the waves of darkness were its outcome. Nobody would harm you ever again.

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Your Sibling is better - Platonic Layan x fem reader, platonic Hazem x reader

summary: (f/n) is the younger sister of Laith and at the same time a close friend of Layan. But while Layan and Laith get closer, Hazem and (f/n) do as well, just in another way. So what happens when Hazem finds out about Layan and Laith?

warnings: family issues, violence

word count: 1.332

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“Thanks for the ride, Hazem”, I proposed while Layan, Rania and I were leaving his car.

“You're welcome. See you around”, he exclaimed and drove away.

“You know you don't have to be nice to him, right?”, Layan inquired.

“Why should I not be?”, I shot back.

“Never mind”, she brushed it off. “I can't wait to look for an outfit to wear during the school festival!”

“It's gonna be awesome”, Rania agreed excitedly.

Layan and I had been friends since forever, including Rania a few years later. They were like sisters to me, especially Layan.

“What about you, (f/n)? Any idea what kinda outfit you're looking for?”, Layan wondered.

“No, not yet”, I proclaimed.

“What are you guys waiting for? Let's go!”, Rania encouraged us.

After a long day at the mall and finding the perfect outfits, Hazem picked us up again and brought us home.

Layan had always had her difficulties with her brothers because of their overprotective, possessive behavior, but I actually really liked Hazem. He never hesitated to give us a ride, no matter the timing.

Over time he had become like a brother to me as well, checking that I did not do anything reckless. It was great to have somebody who cared about me in such a deep way. My mom was usually too busy to deal with me thanks to her job as the Principal and as my brother Laith was living at his bachelor pad my home was feeling empty most of the time.

Layan was envying me for it, but honestly it was lonely. So I enjoyed spending time at her place, where it was never truly quiet.

Nowadays Hazem had started giving me rides without Layan coming along. He had even given me his phone number in case I needed his help.

“Hey, you okay? You're really quiet?”, Hazem noted on the drive back home.

“Just tired. I tried on too many clothes I guess”, I laughed it off.

In reality I did not want to return home where nobody was waiting for me. But I could not tell him that, or anyone really. Otherwise I would appear ungrateful. After all I was living in wealth. So what had I to complain about?

“How was your day?”, I asked him, while Rania and Layan were chatting on the backseats.

“Pretty uneventful. Just dealt with some business and drove you around”, he pointed out.

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it”, I remarked.

“It's nothing. I have to make sure that you all are safe, right? We're living in a crazy world”, he noted. “Are you coming over next week again?”

“Probably. Though I don't know yet. My dad wanted me to help him out with something, but I don't know when”, I enlightened him.

“Just give me a call if you want me to pick you up”, he offered.

I thanked him once again before leaving the car to walk to the front door of my home.

To my surprise mom was actually home, but she sent me away when I greeted her. So I would not distract her from her paper work. I was used to it by now, but it still hurt. Her work was always more important than me.

I missed the time when Laith had still been home. Lately he never seemed to have time for me, only for Layan, which hurt even more.

When I texted him if I could come over tomorrow he did not answer. I was sick of it. On the one hand I just wanted to give our relationship up. On the other hand I could not do so without one last try. So I walked back down to the kitchen where my mom was working.

“Hey mom. Can you drive me over to Laith's place tomorrow, please?”, I requested.

“Can't he pick you up? I don't have time to drive you around”, she stated.

“He doesn't answer me”, I explained.

“(f/n), I really don't have time for this right now. Can we talk about it another time?”

There were dozens of words screaming to get out. I wanted to tell her that there would not be another time because there never was. I wanted to tell her that she never listened to me, that other people's kids were more important to her than her own. But I knew that it was pointless. So I gulped it all down and retreated back to my room.

My mind traveled back to Hazem and his promise to help me out. So I decided to explain the situation to him and ask him to give me a ride. I did feel like a burden, thanks to the way my mom was treating me, but Hazem assured me that it was no problem.

On the next day Hazem and I were talking through the whole ride, even laughing together. I fully enjoyed this moment of peace and joy until I had to leave this happy place to face my brother.

“Is that your uniform?”, Hazem wondered, pointing to a school uniform hanging over a drying rack.

I was taken off guard by that question.

Suddenly Hazem's phone screen blinked as he got a message.

He looked at it for a few seconds before his face turned into an expression I had never seen on him until now.

Without uttering a word he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a weapon.

“Hazem, what are you doing?”, I inquired, my voice shaking.

He stayed silent and left the car to go to the front door of the bachelor pad.

Quickly I followed behind him to see what was going on. My brain did not seem to work due to the stress. But when Hazem started hammering on the door and calling out his sisters name, I finally understood.

As nobody opened the door he opened it himself with brute force.

My blood was pumping even more when I realized that Layan was only wearing one of my brothers shirts and her underwear. I did not know what to do or say. My body and mind were both frozen.

I just came back to my senses when Hazem started beating Laith up.

Layan and I both yelled at Hazem to stop. Out of reflex I took a hold of his arm. But instead of stopping him my attempt only made his elbow meet my face. Hazem did not even notice.

For a moment I stayed on the floor, waiting for the blurriness to fade.

But when he pointed his gun at Layan, I jumped back up and placed myself in the middle of the siblings. “Hazem, you have to stop. Please”, I begged him.

It was obvious that he did not want any of this either. His eyes were glassy, his expression one of absolute distress and pain.

“I'm sure nothing happened. I know them both. Layan would never risk to bring shame over your family like that. And Laith would never cross this line as long as Layan doesn't want it and she's a minor. Please, I promise you that there's an explanation. You don't want this. None of us does. So let's sit down and talk about it, before you do something you'll regret and can never take back”, I resonated.

His hand was shaking.

“I won't move. If you want to shoot her instead of talking this whole thing out, you'll have to get past me first. You don't wanna hurt us. I know you as well”, I declared.

Slowly he let his hand sink to his side.

I could see that he was close to crying, just like I was.

Gently I pulled him into my arms until he relaxed. Relief washed over all of us as we were trying not to think about the worst case that had almost erupted.

#al rawabi school for girls #lgbtqia +#layan x fem reader #hazem x reader #female reader #lqbtqia #drama #romance #angst #violence

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perspectivestarters · 2 years

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Fearless (Taylor's Version) (Part I)

FEARLESS

"There's something 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained."

"There's a glow off the pavement."

"You know I wanna ask you to dance."

"I wonder if you know."

"I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now."

"Absent-mindedly making me want you."

"I don't know how it gets better than this."

"You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless."

"I don't know why but with you I'd dance."

"So, baby, drive slow."

"I wanna stay right here, in this passenger's seat."

"In this moment now, capture it, remember it."

"I'm not usually this way."

"You pull me in and I'm a little more brave."

"It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something."

"It's fearless."

FIFTEEN

"It's the mornin' of your very first day."

"Say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while."

"Try and stay out of everybody's way."

"You're gonna be here for the next four years in this town."

"You know, I haven't seen you around before."

"When you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them."

"Feelin' like there's nothin' to figure out."

"Well, count to ten, take it in."

"This is life before you know who you're gonna be."

"The other girls who think they're so cool."

"We'll be outta here as soon as we can."

"You're thinkin' he's the one?"

"Your first kiss makes your head spin around."

"In your life you'll do things greater than datin' the boy on the football team."

"I didn't know it at fifteen."

"All you wanted was to be wanted."

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Back then, I swore I was gonna marry him someday."

"I realized some bigger dreams of mine."

"(Name) gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind."

"Don't forget to look before you fall."

"I've found time can heal most anything."

"You just might find who you're supposed to be."

"I didn't know who I was supposed to be."

"Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors."

LOVE STORY

"We were both young when I first saw you."

"I close my eyes and the flashback starts."

"See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns."

"See you make your way through the crowd."

"You were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles."

"I was crying on the staircase."

"Please don't go!"

"Take me somewhere we can be alone."

"I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run."

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess."

"It's a love story, baby."

"We're dead if they knew."

"Close your eyes."

"Escape this town for a little while."

"Stay away from (Name)."

"You were everything to me."

"They're trying to tell me how to feel."

"This love is difficult, but it's real."

"Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess."

"I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around."

"My faith in you was fading."

"I've been feeling so alone."

"I keep waiting for you, but you never come."

"Is this in my head?"

"I don't know what to think."

"Marry me, (Name)."

"You'll never have to be alone."

"I love you and that's all I really know."

"I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress."

HEY STEPHEN

"I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you."

"I didn't say half the things I wanted to."

"Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window, I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold."

"You might have me believing I don't always have to be alone."

"I can't help it if you look like an angel."

"I can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain."

"Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you."

"Can't help it if there's no one else."

"I can't help myself."

"I've been holding back this feeling."

"I got some things to say to you."

"I've seen it all, so I thought."

"I never seen nobody shine the way you do."

"The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name..."

"It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change."

"Why are people always leaving?"

"I think you and I should stay the same."

"You're perfect for me."

"Why aren't you here tonight?"

"I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose."

"All those other girls, well, they're beautiful."

"Would they write a song for you?"

WHITE HOUSE

"Say you're sorry."

"That face of an angel comes out just when you need it to."

"I honestly believed in you."

"Holdin' on, the days drag on."

"Stupid girl, I should've known."

"I'm not a princess."

"This ain't a fairytale."

"I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell."

"This ain't Hollywood."

"I was a dreamer before you went and let me down."

"It's too late for you and your white horse to come around."

"I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have thе upper hand."

"I had so many dreams about you and me."

"I'm not your princess, this ain't our fairytale."

"I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well."

"This is a big world."

"It's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now."

"Try and catch me now."

"It's too late to catch me now."

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed.

"I told you not to unpack without me."

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored."

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner."

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled.

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole."

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?"

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend."

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!"

"As you wish."

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne.

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house.

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night.

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No."

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you.

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?"

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you."

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?"

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it."

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?"

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now."

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…"

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something.

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude."

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while.

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation.

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow."

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived.

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you.

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace.

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar."

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try."

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today.

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen.

"What?"

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now.

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning.

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you."

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…"

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar."

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see.

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife."

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!"

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me."

"And why would you do that?"

"...so I can look at it while I work…?"

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you.

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers."

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens.

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!"

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly."

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

@escape-your-grape @hoodoo12 @softbeej @go-commander-kim @beetlesstuff @imma-fucking-nerd @werwulfy

#three bees writing #smut #🐝🐝🐝✒#Ralph Lamont #ralph lamont x reader #alex brightman #black reader insert

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alittlefrenchtree · 3 years

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Ok, guys. I have a CRAZY idea. What if... we start talking about the movies and the source materials they're based on? Wouldn't be mindblowing? To talk about art? On tumblr? Within the Timmy fandom? I wonder what it would feel like.

SPOILERS DUNE BOOK I - CHAPTERS 16-17

Chapter 16:

🙌🙌 THANK YOU LIFE SOMEBODY IS FINALLY TALKING ABOUT FOOD 🙌🙌 Honestly this is the main point of creating a whole universe, right? What the food look like? So now I’m happy to have some, I would like to have more, please? Details, meals, dishes, drinks, I want to know everything. Please.

Interesting chapter tho. The kind that probably makes way more sense once you know the whole story very well, I think.

The part I paid more attention to is obviously Paul’s taking the Duke’s seat after his departure. It’s very often a highly symbolic thing (HA, now that I've read the next chapters, talk about a highly symbolic thing indeed). I can’t wait to see it and be like Jessica and watch my son’s dignity and the mature sense of assurance explode on screen. It’s going to be glorious and beautiful.

I’m still not sure of what to think of this part of the scene. Jessica answering for Paul’s can be seen as an overprotective mother but don’t look good for a future Duke. But what about Kynes taking his side? Is it because he has decided to be loyal to the family and to Paul? Or is he trying to take the ascendant? I don’t know. Paul doesn’t like it and he doesn’t like not completely understanding the situation he finds himself in. I wonder what that means for the next time he’ll be placed in his father’s position or a similar one.

There is a quote I actually like but it sounds better in the french version than in its original version.

Here is the original:

My son displays a general garment and you claim it’s cut to your fit? Jessica asked. What a fascinating revelation.

Here is the French one:

Mon fils évoque une image et vous y voyez votre portrait? reprit-elle. Quelle fascinante révélation !

Which could literal translate to:

My son mentions an image and you see your own portrait in it?

it sounds awful like this but i like it a lot in French.

I also like this one:

In our society, people shouldn’t be quick to take offense. It’s frequently suicidal.

Can you believe like this one is more relevant in 2021 than it probably was in 1965? Humanity is really out there making progress 💫

Chapter 17:

This chapter is one of my favorite so far. Which could be surprising since Paul isn’t even there but damn Lady Jessica 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

So narratively speaking, Duncan is drunk so Jessica can learn that she’s being watched inside her own family and see that the Duke’s men are feeling rootless ever since they’ve been sent to Arrakis. I’ve asked myself if there could be more in this scene because it feels like it could have been but I have nothing. I don’t know. So let’s directly jump into the next scene because WHAT A SCENE.

First thing first, a unborn child? What??? Considering nobody has talked (to my knowledge) of ideas of cast to play this kid, I’m guessing the girl won’t be important before long, if not ever. I’m guessing she dies or never come to life if Jessica die before giving birth. That being said — even if I usually love siblings relationships in fiction (and non fiction) and relationships that look like siblings even when they aren’t — I’m not sure I’m enthusiast to Paul having a little sister (or brother or non-binary human). There is something special about legends like Paul being only child, one of a kind something, and kind of alone in his thing. We’ll see how it goes.

What also makes me happy in this chapter is that we learn more about Mentats. From what I understand, a Mentat is entirely based on logic, which is why I love the concept so much. I’m probably closer to be a Mentat than a normal human being. That being said, what Jessica said is interesting to take in consideration even in an universe without Mentat.

I would make a terrible job trying to paraphrase or to explain how I understand it but please read it and read it again until it makes sense for you. And if it doesn't read it until it makes sense for something you witness in others then accept that it also makes sense for you. It's an important take on our differences as human beings and on human relationships and I love Jessica for saying it. I might end up bowing to her just as much as I'll bow to her son.

So let's talk about the Bene Gesserit Voice. One thing I wonder, if it's it wouldn't have been better to properly introduce to the power sooner. I don't really like when a mechanic required for a plot twist is given just one or two chapters before the said plot twist. It feels artificial somehow.

But It's funny how the voice of a Jedi is exactly the voice of a Bene Gesserit. In fact, a lot of this Bene Gesserit thing is similar to the Jedi thing. SW just... took it. I wish I had better knowledge of sci-fi so I'd more easily spot all the different ways Dune has influenced the genre I think I even saw something that made me thought of Harry Potter, even if we're talking about fantasy in this case. But I can't remember where it was. I find it interesting that this compelling voice is a feature exclusively owned by women. It could be an interesting conversation but the world isn't ready for this conversation (except for the part of the world that actually is but is also sexist and would misunderstand the talk just to serve their fucked-up ideas. And we don't want to do that). But it's also interesting to see that, a dozen years later, the feature is given to the Jedis, who are/were?, mostly represented by male characters. Anyway, I'm digressing without being that much pertinent so let's move on.

Damn I'm also so impatient to see this scene on screen. I hope it will make it to the cut because how could someone be more mentally and brain-ly yummy than Lady Jessica in this scene? (Paul in a future scene, I KNOW, I'M STILL PROCESSING). I love when she's ready to forgive anything to someone acting on the behalf of protecting the Duke. I love when someone like Thufir Hawat looked at her and think Who could stop a person with such power? I love when she explains how Bene Gesserit have access to almost unlimited power but choose not to use it because getting a power known by others is the best way to lose it. Please let her and the whole Bene Gesserit thing stay equally amazing, if not more, through the whole book. Thank you.

Ok, I'm still a few chapters behind but I'm still re-reading pages so I'm not moving froward in the story at the moment. I hope the 2.8 people reading this are having a excellent day and I'll see you in the next one 💛🌔

#DUNE FIRST READ

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 4 "Haunted House" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

A girl died in this tub.

There's no record of any of these names except for one.

Oh, my god, there's two of them!

I own Halloween. It's my jam.

Halloween is the most important day of the year. It's the one day on the Gregorian calendar where you're allowed to go around terrifying children and not be branded a psychopath.

I am a future network news anchor who's super classy and has almost no fat on her body.

A lot of my fans are, like, friendless dumpy coeds at this or that nursing school in one of this country's various national armpits.

They put down their hot pockets and bask in the warm glow of what it feels like to love me.

I went shopping with my comatose grandmother's credit card and bought presents.

Oh, my god, it says my name!

I hope the severed leg brightens up your trailer park.

You're a bright light in my life, and I wanted you to know how much you impress me with your frumpy spirit.

You are so devastatingly mediocre and adorable!

I can't wait to see you in person, but before that, I'd like to see you post this all over social media, to exploit it for my own gain.

Aah! It's a rotting jack-o'-lantern!

Aah! This box is just filled with blood!

She got me a razor apple!

I stole this cadaver head from an ophthalmology student just for you.

You're the most important person in the world.

So you didn't see anyone in a red devil costume entering or leaving the house?

Are you coming to the precinct pig roast this year?

Come on, she's obviously the killer!

Do you mean to suggest I changed out of my nightgown, strapped myself into a skintight pleather red devil costume, climbed out a second-story dormer, and shimmied to the ground with a chain saw before entering a window I had left open, tried to kill you, then leapt out the window, climbed back up the wall, changed back into my nightgown,

and raced downstairs, all in the course of about 90 seconds?

Clearly that's got you a little freaked out.

I'm not gonna hold any of this against you, and I'm gonna let you be my date for the faculty Halloween party.

Attempted murder!

A guy was almost killed tonight, okay?

Now, no, I'm not a detective, hell, I ain't even a cop, but what I am is somebody who watched every one of those Cosby mysteries, okay?

See? Dismemberment!

I am so sorry that I pushed you out of my car and drove off real scared.

I just can't believe that How To Lose A Guy In 10 days is your favorite movie, too.

In precisely two and half minutes when we go in there, you let me do all the talking.

What are you dressed as?

Oh, you have a squirrel. Don't see that much anymore.

Breakfast is almost ready, we got meat today.

What can you tell us about that night?

Now, we will keep your name out of it, of course.

'm a vault,

And to get in this vault you need a key. Now, you may ask, a key to what? It's a key to meaning. Once you've found the meaning, you don't need the words. You know what I'm saying?

Please, continue with your story.

Have any of you ever heard of "negligent homicide"?

We need to dispose of this body on our own. Now, I've got everything we need in the kitchen to make sausages out of her.

I'm gonna go downstairs, shut this party down, and then we'll get the body out of here.

Somebody has to watch after the baby.

Can you at least turn on the radio?

Just leave the details to me.

We can't just act like this never happened.

She's the devil, that one.

I looked at that baby up close. I know my peas and carrots. That baby was a girl.

Your support doesn't matter.

My campaign needs a theme?

My pumpkin's drunk.

I'm hosting a haunted house to raise money for sickle cell anemia.

Why are you holding a fund-raiser, though?

I don't think you understand the magnitude of the miscalculation you just made.

I can assure you you will not be winning an election anytime soon. And when you lose, I am gonna make it my lifelong passion to destroy your reputation.

You're a stuck-up little sociopath, and everybody in this room knows it.

It might behoove you to recall that everyone here witnessed you actually murder someone

Just sharpening knives.

Put the knives down.

I don't know what came over me.

How very adolescent of you to think of this.

It vaguely smacks of something my six-year-old sister would be excited about.

It's the most disgusting disease in the history of mankind.

You get it when you don't even understand the most basic tenets of oral hygiene.

Just give the dang thing its pot of gold already!

I ain't got no candy!

Bet you're a sexy dirt-covered girl. That's what I bet you are.

Sometimes I come out here and I just rub my hands on the gravestones.

I get you more than anyone.

I also find the thought of dead bodies extremely arousing.

I just don't understand why I have all these dark feelings.

You know, I just think our generation's had it too easy, you know? We haven't seen enough horrible stuff. There's no awesome diseases randomly killing people. There's not really any awesome wars to go off to and witness horrific things you can't unsee. We, like, pulled out of all of 'em.

Sometimes I just don't even feel like I'm living, you know?

The only time I feel anything is when I'm thinking about chopping up a body.

And here you are, saddled up with an uptight girlfriend who freaked out for no other reason than the fact that you just wanted to fantasize about having sex with her lifeless corpse.

Oh, my god, I got a total chub right now.

Not scary enough.

She'll let you in the back door.

What could be scarier for an adult than a child coming to murder them?

Isn't that all of our greatest fear? That the pain, the regrets, the mistakes of our youth will destroy us in our adulthood? That we can't escape our inner child. One we would rather forget, but who, at the end of the day has all the power.

Why are you lying to me?

Something does not make sense.

You got to give me more here, okay?

I don't understand what you're getting at.

Are you on bath salts?

Why are we even here?

This house is haunted.

There's a legend in this neighborhood about a woman who wailed about her dead children. And this was the house she lived in.

These dumb ol' kids are smoking crack.

I think it's incredible what you can find out with just a quick trip down to your local library.

This can be one of the rooms for the haunted house.

What exactly do you plan on doing at this haunted house?

I was thinking we could blindfold folks and make 'em put their hands in a bowl full of grapes we peeled, so it'll feel like eyeballs.

I think the reason you want to have a haunted house party is 'cause a haunted party is like a buffet for murderers.

Yeah, yeah, you can just go around killing anybody you want and ain't nobody even gonna even notice.

Just like you chopped the arms off that dumb-ass golf guy.

Why do you have it out for me?

So now you look at me and see everything you could've been.

I hope you have a good time at you haunted party and get to murder lots of folks.

You have this way too thought out.

Isn't this kind of nice?

My sense of personal identity is completely external.

I really don't have much to offer.

I've found that my particular style of speaking and gesticulation is extremely off-putting to most boys. And girls. And anyone.

I need to eat. My blood sugar is crashing.

I'm tired of depriving myself of joy and sustenance.

I may die at the end of a serial killer's blade, but I refuse to die hungry.

Which one of you ladies would like to be my costume for Halloween? I'm going as "dude having awesome sex with you."

I mean, what in the hell's wrong with the world where a guy can't even whistle at a chick just to tell her she looks hot?

I recently took a women's studies class. Yes, because it was a requirement, but I learned a lot anyways. Like the culture that says it's okay for a man to objectify a woman for her appearance is the same culture that pressures girls as young as ten to have eating disorders.

So you're basically saying I'm the one responsible for making you look hot?

When you treat us like meat, you're no better than him!

I'm not really sure how you got my number, but I like how you took the initiative and texted me where you wanted us to meet.

Do you think you're man enough to take me inside that house and attack my crack?

I'll sure this house has an amazingly romantic basement.

Hey, so, uh, a little awkward since we're about to bone down and everything, but, um, what's your name?

Smells like roadkill.

I've never been so scared in my whole life.

All right, if we go to the police, they're gonna see I'm still rocking a mad sidepipe, and they're gonna think I had something to do with it.

We have to warn people.

All right, everybody listen up! All of your lives are in danger!

There are dead bodies! Dead bodies. Real-life dead bodies.

Did you say dead bodies?

Those are like the most lifelike dead bodies I've ever seen.

Is that a real dead body?

There are five dead bodies in that house. Laid out in horrible and deliberate macabre poses.

You are not leaving this house tonight.

You make it harder and harder to believe that you're not the killer.

I found out something really interesting, and now I have a theory.

Everything is weird about that story.

I mean, it's too big a coincidence.

We have to figure out who that woman was.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #scream queens

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Bad Vibes (Sad Eyes X Reader)

Gif by @merakiaes

OMB Masterlist / Tag List

B/F/N - Best Friend

C/B - Car Brand

"Hi baby." you beamed as your boyfriend, Sad Eyes enter the house.

You were in the kitchen making dinner as he just came back from doing another task with Spooky for the gang, the Santos.

"Hi Y/N." Sad Eyes replies depressingly. He sounds annoyed, making you stop stirring the shrimp scampi in the pan, put a top on it, and walk out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked as you went over and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"I don't want to talk about it." Sad Eyes said, with a sigh of irritation.

He grabs your arms and unwraps them from his torso. He walked over to the couch and grunted as he sat down.

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV. His attention was grabbed as he saw his favorite football team playing in the championship.

"Baby, I thought I told you to tell me what's going on immediately. You can't ignore it." you remind him.

Sad Eyes didn't respond, he continued on watching the championship game on the TV as he took off his plaid flannel and threw it on the floor with no care in the world.

Your jaw dropped a bit by his rude action. You just cleaned and swept the floor. You walked over and picked up the shirt irritably.

You walked through the hallway of the house with his flannel aggressively until you accidentally dropped it.

You pick it back up and see a little piece of paper that wasn't on the floor before underneath it.

You pick up the little piece of paper and unveil it. You couldn't believe what you're seeing right now.

The paper has a phone number with hearts surrounding it. You felt rage going through your body, making you clench the over-shirt in your left hand.

You look back down the hall to see your boyfriend's eyes still focused on the game on the couch. Your mind starts to question his intentions of getting somebody's else's number.

"Ooo, this looks good, babygirl. Thank you." Sad Eyes grinned as you sat dinner in front of him at the dining table.

"You're welcome, babe. I was wondering if you're able to make it to my singing gig this Friday." you said in a casual voice.

"You got a gig? Where?" He said, cheerfully.

You place the little poster next to him on the table. He grabbed it and read the information of your upcoming performance.

He shrugged and looked back at you. His face became full of grief as he saw you full of excitement in your eyes.

He knows this was your passion and it's your first gig since last year. He didn't want to disappoint you but sadly, he has to tell the truth.

"Y/N, I'm sorry but...I can't make it." He drawled out while looking at you with upsetting eyes.

You scoffed and looked away from him. This isn't the first time he disappointed you.

He never came and supported you with your dreams. He is always doing something else, which upsets you even more.

"Reina, come sit down with me." your boyfriend advised and pat the seat next to him.

You turn back around and look at him with a provoked face. You have enough of this.

"Since you don't want to talk about what's wrong, I won't be sitting with you. I'm taking a bath." you remarked with crossed arms and a gruff tone.

"Y/N, babe." He said sympathetically as he looked at you leaving the dining room to the bathroom.

You lit some candles, connected your speaker to your phone for music, and took off your clothes.

You put your hair up in a bun, and drop a bath bomb in the warm bathtub you set up before giving dinner to Sad Eyes.

You locked the door and got into the bathtub. You let your mixed feelings for Sad Eyes melt away with chill music playing in the background on the speaker.

Meanwhile, Sad Eyes took out his phone, and started to talk to somebody on the phone with your singing gig poster in his hands.

"Have a good day, hermosa" Sad Eyes beamed and kissed you on the lips.

"Bye baby." you said with a small smile and shut the door behind him.

You look out the window and see Sad Eyes pulling away from the house. You make sure you can't see him in the distance.

You slowly back up from the window and pull out your phone to call somebody.

"He's gone." you said with an approving smile on the phone.

A moment later, the front door busted open, making your heart beating fast and your eyes widened in fear.

"B/F/N's in the house!" B/F/N chiming in with pride as they entered the house.

"B/F/N!" you cautioned her as you closed the front door again. B/F/N drops onto the couch and lay on their back.

"So, what's going on with you and Sad Eyes that gave you trouble last night?" your best friend, appealed as you sat down on the recliner.

You pull out the little piece of paper from your pocket and hand it to B/F/N.

B/F/N look at the phone number on the paper and they sit up slowly. Their lips tighten in suspicion.

"Y/N, what's this?" They wondered while holding the paper in their right hand and leaning it to their right while looking at you with narrow eyes.

"I don't know. You tell me. He hasn't been communicating. He's always out with the gang." you explained, while having a shifty eye contact with B/F/N.

"Y/N, you're just going to let him get away like that? The Santos doesn't matter if he doesn't communicate with you!" B/F/N barked, while clutching both of their hands together, making the paper crumble.

"B/F/N, you know I'm the quiet one. I don't like conflict." you shuddered as you scratch the back of your right ear.

"Conflict my a*s! We're leaving! Let's go!" B/F/N remarked, in an angrily tone and they got up from the couch and walked over to the front door aggressively.

"B/F/N! Stop!" you shouted as you got up and looked at her with wide eyes. B/F/N stopped walking and looked back at you.

"Come on. I'm sure he will tell me what's going on tonight. I don't want to be the pushing girlfriend." you said with a sad grimace.

"Why do you want to wait when you can find out now? Let's go and confront him! You need to know what's going on!" B/F/N said with simple directness.

"But-"

"Get in the car." B/F/N ordered you and grabbed your car keys. They walked out before you could even respond.

You did an exasperated sigh and you grab your phone and purse before walking out the house to see what's going on with Sad Eyes.

"Could've found out tonight but nooo, we have to find it now. B/F/N, if he sees us and he don't trust me no more, I'm blaming it on you cause this is some ridiculous-"

B/F/N slapped her right hand on your mouth, making you stop talking. You made a whining sound through her hand because it hurt you.

B/F/N turn their head to you and raise their eyebrow to see if you're done. You nodded your head and B/F/N slowly pulled their hand away from your mouth.

B/F/N look back out their window while you leaned forward and look over to see Spooky's house with some gang members all over the front lawn.

Luckily, nobody hasn't noticed your car on the other side of the street yet so you're able to see what's going on.

Your gaze becomes fixed as you see Sad Eyes coming out of the house and sitting on the staircase.

"What's he hiding?" you thought as you look at your boyfriend talking to Oso.

You started with wide eyes as you saw a woman walking down the sidewalk and walking up to Sad Eyes. She sat down next to him and they started talking.

You lean more forward to the window with narrow eyes as you see both of them talking like they know each other from a long time ago.

You saw the girl giggling as Sad Eyes was looking like he was telling one of his stories.

You started to contemplate their interaction with each other. You couldn't take it no more.

"I've had enough. Let's go." you scoffed and you lean back on your seat and cross arms.

"Y/N-"

"I've said let's go. I'll deal with him." you ordered again and looked out your side of the window with a tight-lipped mouth.

B/F/N looked at you doubted for a few moments before starting the car again and pulling out from the parking spot.

"Hey sweetheart." said Spooky as he came over from his car and walked over to his girl.

The girl walked over to him and they did a sweet kiss.

"Dude, you weren't trying to steal my girl, wouldn't you?" Spooky questioned as he walked over to his best friend, Sad Eyes with the girl's waist around his right arm.

"Nah, just keeping her company." Sad Eyes grinned and Spooky reached into his left pocket and pulled out two dollar stacks.

"Here, mano. You're been working hard for the past few weeks and I've wanted to give you a gift." said Spooky, causing Sad Eyes to quickly get up and walking over to collect it.

"Thanks, Spooky. I think I have enough to buy Y/N's gift. I've been so distant from her. I've been so distant that I'm not able to make it to her gig." sad Eyes grieving of what your relationship with him has been for the past few weeks.

"Whoa, she's having a new gig? Why didn't you say so? I've let you off the hook for a few days. Get some of these other Santos to actually do something." Spooky glared at his gang members playing card games or lifting weights all over his front lawn.

"You should bring her gift to her show. That would make her night." The girl said with a beam on her face.

"That ain't a bad idea. Thanks, Dinah." Sad Eyes remarked happily.

"No problem. She's going to love it." Dinah said with excitement.

"I hope so. I really do. I'm worried she may break up with me soon." Sad Eyes said, doubting himself.

"Don't worry, I know she wouldn't break up with you. Both of you are in deep with each other. Nothing is going to break that." Spooky acknowledged and he walked into his house with Dinah.

Sad Eyes starts to think about you and all the good memories you have with him. It made him smile and agree with what Spooky said.

"Baby, I'm home!" shouted Sad Eyes as he came into the house and closed the front door behind him.

He walked into the living room and he saw you drinking a drink in your hand with your legs crossed and your foot shaking repeatedly impatiently.

Sad Eyes cautiously tries to get close to you. He knew something was wrong once you were doing that.

"Babe? You're home early!" you said with excitement.

You quickly went over to him and hugged him tight. Sad Eyes calms down and his tension of something being wrong goes away quickly as he hugs you back.

Both of you sat down on the couch next to each other.

"Does that mean, you're going to my show?" you asked as you looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"I told you I got to go out with the gang tonight. We have to make a plan to make sure these Prophet$ ain't trying to take the gang down." he explained in a perpetually tired voice.

"Why tonight? Why not tomorrow? You haven't taken a break from the gang in a while. Do you even want to see me perform?" you asked with pleasing eyes.

"Babe, I do want to see you perform, " he confronted while looking deep into your eyes.

He grabs both of your hands with his, brings them to his lips, and kisses both back sides of your hand. "But we need to protect this neighborhood. You know how dangerous it is at night. I don't want nothing to happen to you so we have to do this tonight."

"You know how passionate I am about singing and this is my first performance in a while so can you skip it? Please? You haven't seen any of my performances yet." you said with determination as Sad Eyes walked to the island of the kitchen.

"I know and I'm so happy that you found your purpose in life but that doesn't get us out of this bad neighborhood. We don't have enough money." he said with firm persistence as you walked over to him.

"If you're so happy that I found it, then why can't you just come and see me? I want your support there." you conceded and Sad Eyes looked away without a response.

"Why are you always with the gang? You are not communicating with me and I can't get you a moment alone without you running off again." you confessed as you looked at him tumbling a bit.

"Y/N, I-"

"No. Go ahead. I don't care if you go to my show or not. Be with the gang." you snapped as you walked over to the bin of dirty laundry on the dining table and grabbed it.

You start walking through the house with the laundry to the laundry room until you stop and look straight with a tight lips. You don't even turn around to look at your distant boyfriend right now.

"Look, if you don't want to be with me or talk about what's going on, just pack your clothes and be on your way." you said with a straight face, making Sad Eyes finally giving his undivided attention on you.

Sad Eyes quickly ran to the laundry room and tried to open the door but it was locked. He grips the handle and shakes it with all of his strength to open it but it didn't budge.

"Y/N! Hermosa, you didn't mean that! Let's talk! Please!" Sad Eyes shouted while leaning against the door and gripping the handle.

He was pleased to talk to you right now. He definitely knows he really messed this up this time.

It's so bad that you wanted him out. He has to fix this. Now.

"Hello, future artist!" shouted B/F/N as they entered your dressing room already dressed up for the performance.

You were wearing a Marilyn Monroe inspired white sleeveless dress with sleeves and matching heels. Your hair was in a high ponytail with curls at the end and was wearing silver jewelry.

"So, what's the reason with these throwback outfits?" B/F/N wondered.

"It's a 60′s-inspired night at the theater so all music is modified or made inspired by that time." you answered as you were putting on bold red lipstick on your lips.

"Y/N! B/F/N! Jasmine! You're up in one minute." Ruby reported outside the dressing room after knocking three times.

He was the planner for the show tonight and wanted everything to be perfect...before everything becomes a mess as usual.

"Cesar, no! Those are for the stars!" shouted Ruby as he walked over to Cesar at the snack table.

"Y/N? I don't think you confirm that Jasmine was to be performing with us!" shouted B/F/N upset. She didn't like Jasmine because it's already sad that she's her sister.

"Chill out. You just sing backup. So, you better not fight and mess this up for me, okay? I heard there's some producer coming tonight." you growled as your eyes glared at your best friend.

B/F/N's eyes widened knowing that you're serious about this. They don't want to ruin the night where you could potentially be signed to a record label.!

"Okay, okay. I'll deal with her." B/F/N said with annoyance as they rolled their eyes.

You hugged them quickly and tight before getting on stage.

"Performing next, the beautiful essential Y/N!" shouted Ruby through the microphone on stage.

Everybody in the audience clapped and cheered as Ruby moved off stage and the curtains opened revealing you in front and B/F/N and Jasmine behind you.

The music started playing and you grip the microphone in front of you softly waiting to start singing at the right time.

As you were halfway through the song, somebody entered the theater which caught your attention but didn't stop you from singing.

Your heart skips a beat as you see your boyfriend, Sad Eyes entering with a suit on and sitting in the back.

You couldn't believe he came. For the first time. To support you. You smile with excitement as a feeling of happiness going through your body.

You started to snap as you sang with the instrumental playing. You fixed your gaze at Sad Eyes which he immediately sends back.

He did a huge goofy grin, making you blush and look down for a few moments. Luckily, it happened when you weren't singing in the song.

The instrumental ended and everybody got up from their seats and cheered and applauded. You did a huge smile to the crowd because they like it which made you feel so happy inside.

You, B/F/N, and Jasmine bowed down at the same time, making the cheers and applause become louder.

As you lifted back up, your attention went to Sad Eyes. You felt a glow coming from your soul as you saw him clapping with a huge smile on his face looking straight at you.

"Thank you so much." you said with a smile on your face to an old couple.

As they walked away, somebody hugged you out of nowhere. They caused you to stumble a bit.

"I'm so proud of you! You did amazing!" B/F/N said with excitement causing you to chuckle.

"Awe thanks," you flowed as you stepped back from B/F/N's hug. "I'm so glad both of you were able to put aside your differences for my performance."

"Yeah...about that..." B/F/N drawled out slowly as they rub the nape of their neck with their right hand.

You groaned in annoyance as you pulled out your wallet, put out twenty dollars and handed it to her.

"Thanks. Love you, bye!" B/F/N shouted as they walked away with your money.

You shake your head in B/F/N's silliness with a smile on your face. All of the sudden, you felt two strong arms wrap around your torso and pull up back to a person's body.

You glance over your shoulder and you make eye contact to very similar dark brown eyes. Your heart skips a beat as you see the eyes pupils dilated.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes widened and your attention quickly went to a guy standing tall while holding his hands together in front of him. You quickly unwrap Sad Eyes's arms from your torso.

He was wearing a suit that looks more expensive than others, gold chains hanging down from their neck, and a wavy haircut.

"Hello. My name is Damian Ross, a producer who works at Hollywood Records." he said with pride and he did a firm handshake with you that you returned back.

"I love your voice and I think you could be the next big thing." Damian said a wink, making Sad Eyes mumbled underneath his breath angrily.

He grabs your hip with his right hand to pull you back to him, making you gasp by his sudden action.

"Really? Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me." you said happily as you have your hands clasped together and looking at Damian.

"Well, if you're interested, give me a call and we can talk." said Damian in a flirtatious way and hands you his card.

You feel Sad Eyes's grip on your hip become tighter, making you glance over your right shoulder again and your eyes widened to Sad Eyes tight lips and clench jaw.

You saw his veins throbbing out in his neck and his left hand in a hard clench fist and bear his rapid breathing. You have to end this now before this becomes a scene.

"I will. Thank you so much. Have a good night." you quickly bursted as you basically snatched the card out of Damian's hand.

"You too." Damian said in a casual tone and he licked his lips as he walked away.

Sad Eyes lets go of your waist and starts to walk away aggressively with clench fists towards him until you stopped him.

"Baby, baby, babe. Please, don't make a scene tonight." you warned as you try to look into his eyes.

"Hermosa, did you not see his interest in you?! It's disgusting! He saw me behind you with my arm around your hip! I-"

Sad Eyes started to look into your eyes and his anger went away. He saw the fear in your eyes, knowing you don't want him to make a scene.

"I'm sorry, babygirl." Sad Eyes agonized as he bow his head down.

You hugged him, making his body freeze and stare down at you with wide eyes.

"Thanks for coming tonight. I really appreciate it. None of this matters if you ain't here with me." you confessed as you smiled into his chest.

His smile immediately smiles and he hugs you back tight. You miss moments like this with him.

"I want to show you something." he said with a grin on your face, causing you to smile again.

"What is it? You being here is the greatest thing right now. What else could I get today?" you asked with excitement.

"Let's find out, shall we?" He insisted as he pulled his right hand out in front of you.

You giggled as you grabbed it and both of you walked out of the theater and into the parking lot.

Sad Eyes pulled out the keys and clicked a button, making a car's lights lit up. You gasped and felt happy tears coming out of your eyes.

You couldn't believe this. In front of you was your dream car, C/B. in your favorite color! Were you dreaming?

"Happy early anniversary, babygirl." said Sad Eyes happily and he hands you the car keys.

You croaked as you saw the car you wanted forever in your life in your hands. You started to cry hard, making your boyfriend concerned real quick.

"Y/N? What's wrong? You don't like it? I can get you a another and-"

"No!"

His eyes widened by your sudden burst. You wipe your eyes and you look at your best boyfriend ever.

"Happy tears. Thank you." you cried as you went over to him and jumped into his arms.

Sad Eyes quickly grabs your waist and holds you up as you hug him tight around your night.

"Why? How? When?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I know you wanted this for so long so that's why I was always out. I'm sorry for being distant from you when I should've been the boyfriend you deserve." he confesses as he maintains eye contact with you.

"Awe, babe. I didn't know. I didn't mean to snap on you earlier. I thought you didn't want to be with me any more so you were with another girl than being with the gang like you said you were." you confronted as you clasped his hands with yours.

"Dinah? Baby, that's Spooky's girl. I'm sorry if it did look like that. I was only with her because she helped me get the car for you. I would never be with anybody else but you. You're my world and my everything. And hopefully one day, you'll have my last name." he said with determination and love in his eyes.

"I will have your last name. I ain't planning to be with anybody else but you." you said with a warm smile, making him smile back.

"Ready to ride?" asked Sad Eyes with a grin on his face.

"Yesss!" you drawled out loudly as you quickly jog up to your dream car in heels, making Sad Eyes laughing at your silliness.

You got in the driver's seat as he got in the passenger's seat. You started it and your eyes widened in excitement at the sound of the engine.

Sad Eyes starts to stare at your adorable self as you are looking at all of the different features of your dream car and trying some of them.

You feel his stare and you turn to him with waggling eyebrows and a goofy grin on your face.

"What are you staring at?" you asked with a fixed gaze at your staring boyfriend.

"The most beautiful girl in the world." he said with his flirtatious behavior.

"Oh my gosh, you can be so clingy sometimes." you said while giggling, causing him to chuckle with you.

"It's only with you. I can't help it." he blushed while covering his face with his hands and wiping it off.

"I don't mind. I love it and you." you said as you made eye contact with him.

"I love you too, hermosa."

Both of you leaned in and did a passionate kiss. You felt butterflies going through your body all over again like the first time you ever kissed him.

The feeling never fails and you want to experience it only with him forever.

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