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mattybstqrn · 17 days

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𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐏𝐓.𝟐) - 𝐂.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝

Female Reader x Cole Walter

A few days later Isabella listened to her parents' conversation as she hid in the hallway listening to find out whether or not she could go over to the Walter household to... hang out with them (Cole).

"Isabel! you can come down now!" Isabella's dad, Pete yelled, Isabella quickly and quietly ran back to her door and pretended as if she just come out of her room, usually she wouldn't pretend to be coming out of her bedroom, but her door was very squeaky, so she had to pretend like she was so they didn't know or get suspicious of anything, ever.

"Yes?" Isabella questioned as she made her way into the dining room, "You can go," Ellie, Isabella's mom answered, Isabella smiled in excitement, "Under one circumstance," Isabella's smile then faded but she continued to listen, "What is it?"

"You can't take the car, your dad and I need it," Ellie said with a sheepish smile as if she felt bad but she didn't, "That's okay, I'll just take, Firefly for a ride," I shrugged referring to my horse, she named him when she was seven because it was her favorite insect and she loved seeing them in the summer, she especially love catching them in jars and then later on let them go. As she got older she grew to dislike his name so she tried to change his name but it just didn't feel right to her so she kept his name.

"You should probably get going before it gets late," Pete pointed out looking at the time, "Yeah, I'll see you guys later," I waved goodbye as I made my way outside and went to go tack up Firefly.

She hadn't ridden Firefly in a while, so she thought spending some quality time with him would be good. Isabella rode next door on Firefly, once she arrived, she hopped off of him and ran up to the front door after attaching his reins to the wood so he could see the other horses, stealing their food and water in the process.

Isabella walked to the front door and quietly knocked on the door, it was quiet but loud enough for them to hear. A few seconds later, the door opened, and there Jackie stood, "Hey, what're you doing here?" "Oh, uh, I just wanted to hang out," I lied, she did want to hang out with her friends, but she also wanted to hang out with her boyfriend and get away from her parents.

"Come in,"

Isabella walked inside the Walter household to see Danny, Nathan, Isaac, and Lee playing video games, per usual, Katherine wasn't home but at the clinic and George was outside cleaning, while Cole played with Parker and Benny as Jordan recorded everything, "Where's Alex?" I asked wondering where he was and why he wasn't downstairs with everyone else once I saw what everyone was doing, "Alex is in his room reading," Jackie told her, "I'll be right back,"

Jackie rushed up the stairs as Isabella watched the four in the kitchen, peeking behind the wall, she watched how Cole played with them, he painted with the two, and made some jokes here and there.

Isabella watched them for a while until Albert, their dog who laid on the floor shot up and started barking, Cole tried to get him to be quiet, but he continued to bark before running over to her.

She hid behind the wall as Albert ran over to her, "Shh, it's just me, Albert," I whispered leaning down to pet him, he then immediately stopped barking as I scratched behind his ears, his favorite spot, I continued to pet him until Benny scared me and yelled, "I gotcha,"

I let out a pretend yelp as I 'fell' back in surprise, "You scared me!" I breathed out pretending to be out of breath, Benny smiled hugging me before running back into the kitchen as I smiled at him, returning to pet Albert.

Cole sat at the table with Parker and Jordan getting slightly suspicious, a few minutes later once Benny came back to the table, he got more suspicious. He slowly stood up from the table and walked over to the hallway.

He was surprised to see his girlfriend and his dog on the floor as she gave him a belly rub, "When did you get here?" he asked startling the girl, "Oh my god! why would you do that? you scared the shit out of me!" Isabella exclaimed standing up slightly punching his arm and lowering her voice when she cursed so the kids didn't hear.

"My bad, but what are you doing here? not that I'm complaining," he said with a smirk. Cole's tone was mixed with confusion and shock, he knew how strict her parents were, she was barely allowed to hang out with them or anyone but now all of a sudden, she's at his house, "I asked my parents and they surprisingly agreed, weird," I explained muttering that last bit.

"Well, I'm glad that you're here but I have to watch Benny and Parker right now so... I mean unless you want to paint with us?" "Yes, in fact, I do, let's go," I said pretending to think about it before dragging him into the kitchen, I wanted to go horseback riding but if Cole had to watch them it meant I could spend time with him I didn't mind.

Cole looked at the girl with a smirk and a puzzled expression as the two walked into the kitchen, he watched as she interacted with his younger siblings asking if she could paint with them, and once the two answered she sat down and started painting with them.

Isabella is an amazing artist so once she started painting the four looked amazed, they knew she could paint and draw but they never knew she was that talented. Cole looked mesmerized as did Benny, Jordan, and Parker, as Isabella painted Jordan whipped his camera back out and started recording.

Isabella tried her best to focus on the canvas in front of her as she started to paint Firefly, her horse, and Custard, Cole's horse. She could see the two of them interacting from the kitchen window, they were licking each other's faces and Isabella couldn't help but paint them, especially because she didn't know what else to paint.

"What are you drawing" Benny asked as she sketched the two outside, "I'm drawing Firefly and Custard," she answered not looking up from her canvas as she tried to keep the image in her head of the two outside.

After some time, Isabella finished her drawing and then started painting it and once she was done, she put it outside to dry. "Can you teach me to paint like you?" Parker asked once she came back inside and went over to the sink to wash her hands and clean up, "Maybe some other time," Cole spoke up as he helped her clean up, "Fine," she groaned walking out of the kitchen and stomping up the stairs.

"You didn't have to do that, I could've shown her," I sighed as I cleaned the paint brushes, "Well, sorry that I want to spend time with my girlfriend, my girlfriend," he said as he helped me clean them with a fake smile, "That's why I came, to spend time with you but you were busy so,"

"Well, "I'm not busy right now," he smirked leaning against the counter, "Well, I have to clean up," I excused, "If we hurry, we can still do something, together, just us," "Then we better hurry," I said leaning closer to him.

Their lips were touching but neither of them leaned in they just continued to look into each other's eyes, but the two pulled away once they heard footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

After the two cleaned up the kitchen, Isabella and Cole took Firefly and Custard for a ride just like she had planned. They rode to their secret spot, which was just a field filled with flowers and a lake behind it, the view was beautiful and so were the flowers, but it was more than just a pretty view to them, it was a spot where they could hang out, just the two of them.

Isabella and Cole were currently lying on a blanket they had placed down as they watched the sun go down, the two of them were cuddling on the blanket in silence.

Isabella cuddled into Cole's chest even more as she let out a quiet sigh, "What's wrong?" Cole asked looking down at his girlfriend, "Nothing," I said shaking my head and looking up at him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just tired, that's all," she lied sitting up, "You're lying," he said also sitting up, "Okay, fine," she sighed, Cole looked at her with a knowing look, he knew that she was about to start rambling, or so he figured.

"I just hate the way my parents are! we can never hang out together, ever! the only time we see each other is at school and even then, we can't kiss, or hug and we barely talk because we have different friends and if my parents were to find out about us, they'd kill me, and I'd never be able to see you again! and we can't even tell your parents or your siblings because if they were to say something around my parents, again they'd kill me! and now I have no idea what to do!" he was right.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella then stopped and let Cole talk, "Okay, that was a lot to take in, but we try to hang out, we hug and we kiss anytime we can and I know that your parents don't like the idea of their daughter having a boyfriend but I'm a family friend, and they love me, I'm sure they wouldn't mind, and as for my parents knowing, they wouldn't say anything if we asked them not to,"

"I know, I know but I don't need them to know, and you might be a family friend, but my parents are strict, you know that I mean they would hate you and I'd be grounded for life," I breathed out.

"Then we won't tell anyone other than Danny and Isaac, and we'll come here whenever we can and just talk, just us like we are right now," he explained, "Okay," she nodded as held her hands, "Okay, now let's just enjoy the time we have together," he suggested.

"Yeah," she sighed.

The two then laid back down and watched the stars in silence. Isabella looked at Cole mesmerized as he kept his eyes on the view in front of them, "You're staring,"

"I'm not staring, I'm gazing," I corrected him, "It's creepy," he sighed, "It's romantic," I smiled, he then turned over causing Isabella's mouth to drop in offense, "Hey!" she exclaimed pushing him back over to face her.

Cole turned over facing her as the two then started play fighting. At some point, Isabella ended up on top of Cole holding his hands down as she sat on top of him out of breath. She sat on top of him feeling something poking her, "Maybe you should get up," Cole suggested, Isabella looked confused before looking down and realizing what he meant, she immediately stood up and laid down next to him before deciding that she should tease him a bit.

She slowly sat up and leaned over to look at him. She began to kiss him which took him aback, but he immediately kissed back, their lips felt as if they were on fire. The two continued to make out both of them wanting more, Cole then started kissing down her neck pushing her back on the blanket.

She let out a soft moan as he kissed down her stomach, his hands trailing all over her body, her breathing became uneven and heavy, she didn't know what to do, she knew that they needed to stop just in case there were people outside, "Cole,"

"Yes, baby?" he asked pulling away before continuing to kiss her, "We're outside, we shouldn't do this here," she breathed out, "I know, I know, but I want you," he sighed, "I know I do too but later," she said pulling away from him before either of them could continue.

A few seconds later the two had calmed down, "We should probably get going back," Cole let out, "Yeah," I nodded still slightly out of breath. The two then got up and went back to their horses thinking about everything that just happened as they rode home.

The two arrived at Cole's house and started saying their goodbyes, "Thanks for distracting me," I smiled, "You distracted me too," he smirked, "In a good way or a bad way?"

"In a good way,"

"Good, so I'm guessing you liked our secret date?" I questioned, "I did," he nodded with a smirk, "I should get going before I get in trouble, but I'll see you later?" I questioned, "Yeah," he kissed me on the lips, I kissed back and then pulled away before we took it too far, again, I smiled giving him one last kiss.

Isabella walked over to Firefly before hopping on and riding back to her house. Isabella got home and immediately started stress cleaning as she thought about everything that happened at their spot and thought about her parent's reactions if they found out, yup she was screwed.

#my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #cole walter #cole walter x reader #noah lalonde

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artistslashperfectionist · 11 months

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About me

Just like many artists, well I'm a self-proclaimed one....getting to know them is one possibility to understand their influences and their passion and what inspires them and what they love to do and what are their personality is like. It took me three years to plan this, but finally I am able to do it right now. So if you look at everything I like, you would know what influences me because of my preferences.

Name: Ronald II Sarabia (But please call me Momoy; I don't feel like a Ronald)

Nicknames: Momoy,Moy, Moy-Moy, Momy (Not mommy !), Momoy-ka,M, MM, Ehm, Ehm-Ehm,Big-Ehm, Big Moe, Moe-M, Moms, Momm (Not mom !),Big M, Blueming, M-High, Aim, Moxzy, Yom, Yomom, Y-Mz

Date of birth: October 28, 1996 (People think I'm very young)

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, taking pictures, collecting figurines and Funko, watching TV

Favorite restaurant: Mang Inasal

Favorite food: Chicken inasal

Favorite dessert: Dairy Queen Blizzard

Favorite ice cream: Cookies and cream

Favorite drink: Bear Brand (Yes, I love milk, and cannot live without drinking one everyday !)

Favorite candy: Milky Way

Favorite music genre: Kpop

Favorite Kpop group(s): Twice, Blackpink, Loona, f(x)

Favorite English (language) song: Get Out of This House by Shawn Colvin (My day is not complete without listening to this song)

Favorite Filipino (language) song: Mahal Kita Pero by Janella Salvador (Sorry to all those I loved back in the day..... :()

Favorite movie(s): Weathering With You, Forrest Gump, Back To The Future trilogy

Favorite TV show(s) : Loud House, Young Sheldon, The Big Bang Theory, Spy x Family, The Quintessential Quintuplets, Shake It Up!, Heroes, DC's Legends of Tomorrow, Superman and Lois, Citrus

Favorite game: Injustice

Favorite book: The 39 Clues

Favorite manga: Citrus

Favorite artist(s): Devin Elle Kurtz, Aeonix, Kim Smith, Sergio Bumatay III, Alex Ross, Chris Savino, Geoff Johns

Favorite classical artist(s): Andy Warhol, Vincent Van Gogh, Claude Monet, Henri Matisse, Leonid Afremov, Eugene Delacroix, Mary Cassatt, Paul Gaugin

Favorite DC superheroes: Batman and Wonder Woman

Favorite Marvel superheroes: Captain America and Black Panther

Favorite anime guy: Gray Fullbuster (They say I am like him)

Favorite anime girl: Itsuki Nakano

Waifu: Tohru Honda

Crush: Chou Tzuyu from Twice

Favorite quote: "If you're lucky enough to be different, don't ever change." - Taylor Swift

Favorite bible quote: Ephesians 2:8-10 (It has my favorite word)

Favorite number: 2

Embarrassing moment: I kept staring at a female passenger of a jeepney who seems to be my good friend back in high school when I was in second year college, and it turned out to be, well, it is actually her, except why is she riding the same jeepney route I take on the way home ? Good thing, I never asked if it's really her.

Drunk moment: I only take beer or alcohol on special occassions and on holidays, but I already smell like Red Horse beer, but not totally drunk, but I managed to climb up a stool to see a live band in a bar that we had a Christmas party back in first year college in 2015.

If there is one thing I can wish for: It would be time travel being possible, so I can see what I did when I was being teased by some schoolmates in elementary :))

#momoy sarabia #artists on tumblr

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cryptoriawebb · 3 months

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3-9 for the artist asks

A thousand years later but here we are at last X'D sorry for the wait!

3. What ideas come from when you were little?

Well, my OCs Nicolae and Veris have been around since I was 13, although they've changed a LOT since their initial creation. Aside from that, my love if "isekei" fantasy definitely stems from childhood: Narnia, Alice in Wonderland, Out of the Box (yes it counts!) and Coraline when I was in high school. I think Harry Potter counts as well. There's probably more I read/watched, but these are the ones that jump out at me. I LOVE this type of fantasy, that something greater exists alongside us and we just need to find it and a lot of my more whimsical work takes inspiration from that.

4. Fave character/subject that's a bitch to draw.

All of my live-action loves - so like the X-men movies and my dear Elvis Presley, although I'm getting the hang of him in my style. I've all but lost my eye for realism, sadly. one of these days I wanna reteach myself if I can. Is it my fault that monsters and magical girls are more fun to draw??

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

These days I typically post all my finished stuff online somewhere. I suppose if I were to draw something super spoilery for one of my stories, I'd keep it to myself. Usually it's just the brainstorming stages, whether for designs or like animatic thumbnails that I don't share. Nobody wants to see that X'D too messy.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Ohhhh....I know I've come across this in my work before but honestly, it's usually all for writing. The amount of 50s-60s science fiction that's influenced my storytelling is ridiculous and I did not notice until recently because I don't usually write scifi XD

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate.

Oil paint. Too messy, too expensive (too toxic imo) but my GOSH is it beautiful. I WISH I had the skills to master it, despite what I just said. Alex Ross, Basil Gogos...if only.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in?

Uhhhhh....well I had this one little comic going back in 2020 that was Nightmare Before Christmas But With Cryptoria Webb that I never finished. I'd like to go back to it someday - it was silly and fun and was supposed to involve Tori challenging Jack for the Crown...but comics are time consuming AF and I still haven't finished my Shinigami Sanji story (which is something I'd really like to do, someday.)

9. What are your file name conventions?

Oh, nothing fancy. Just something simple that'll job my memory so whenever I do digital art (which is rarely,) I'll remember what I'm working on XD

#artist asks #art #artist problems #writing #writer problems #memes #writer memes #art memes #whispersfromthecrypt

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Riding On

CH25- A Series Of Very Fortunate Events

Summary: It’s Fliss’ birthday and Frank pulls off the surprise of the century.

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 24

I dunno how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better. I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, for ever and ever. Every little thing that you do, Baby I'm amazed by you

Fliss gave a start of surprise as two hands grabbed her waist and spun her round. She laughed as a pair of bright blue eyes, sparkling with love and mischief, met hers, her hands sliding up their owner’s chest to his shoulders, as a warm palm pressed into her back, fingers splaying over the top of her thin camisole. “Happy birthday, Beautiful.” Frank grinned at her and she beamed back, her nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, tangling in his short hair as he gently swayed them to the soft music which was playing through the speakers in the kitchen.

“Thank you, Sailor.” She smiled as his lips gently pressed to hers, a chuckle flowing from his mouth as he swayed his hips to the gentle rhythm of Otis Redding’s ‘(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay’. “You know, I had set my alarm a little bit earlier today ” He informed her, spinning them a little across the floor, “planned a little wakeup call plus breakfast in bed. So imagine my slight frustration when it went off and you were already gone.” “Sorry, but I woke up and,” she shrugged giving him an apologetic look, “you know once I’m awake I’m awake.” “I do.” Frank smirked, his hands on her hips gripped a bit tighter as he swayed his own along to the music. “Guess you’ll just have to wait for that particular present, Cowgirl.” She let out a laugh, the hand on his neck tightening a little in his hair as she pulled his head down to hers. “I love you.” “Love you too.” He whispered, his lips catching hers in a deep kiss, tongues sliding gently against one another before Frank pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers. “Can I at least make you breakfast?” “Sure but don’t you need to be getting ready for work?” “Nope.” He shook his head. “Booked the day off.” “Why?” “Well it’s a Friday and your birthday and I wanted to spend it with you.” He shrugged. “I know you’re working but thought I could finish the shelving and what not in the tack room and then we can get everything ready for the guys coming over.” Fliss beamed. “I’m so excited to show them the yard. I know it’s not fully finished but...” she sighed. “I’m really happy with how it’s turned out.” “And you should be.” Frank smiled, his hips swaying to the music. “You’ve put a lot of hard work in. I’m proud of you, Honey.” “We’ve put a lot of hard work in.” She smiled as he revolves them gently on the spot. “Couldn’t have done it without you and everyone else for that matter, Mum, Dad, Joanne, Steve...” “Well,” Frank grinned as he spun her out slightly, pulling her back into him, her back pressed to his chest, her giggle vibrating slightly into his body, “tonight we can fire up the grill as planned, thank everyone properly and have a few drinks to celebrate.” “Sounds good.” She sighed as his lips brushed her neck. “My last lesson finishes at two, I cut them early for the day.” “Perfect.” Frank gently nipped at her skin, his hands splaying over her belly, pulling her back into him. “And just think, this is your last birthday as a Gallagher. You’ll be Mrs. Adler next year.” “Two months.” She rolled her head to the side, allowing Frank to nuzzle into her even more. “I can’t wait.” “Me neither, Baby.” He whispered, his mouth now on her jawline. Eventually his lips found hers and he kissed her again, her head laying back against his shoulder as his right hand started trailing down further, and further, and his fingers had just worked their way into the waistband of her sleep shorts when a soft little whimper, followed by a louder garbled chatter chimed out from the baby monitor. Frank gave a groan, his head sagging forward and his hand moving back up to Fliss hip as she laughed a little, tilting her head to look at the screen where Alex was now pulling himself to a stand using the bars on his crib as leverage. “Cock block.” Frank grumbled as he shot the monitor a look and Fliss stepped out of his embrace, turning to face him. “I’ll go get him, you can start my birthday breakfast.” She smiled, standing on her tip toes to give him a gentle peck. As she padded out of the room, Frank watched her go, eyes firmly trained on her pert ass before he smirked to himself and turned to gather the ingredients for the waffles Fliss had shown him how to make. As he spooned out the flour into the bowl he heard Fliss greeting Alex good morning and their ten month old giving a garbled little response followed by a happy giggle, the one he always gave when he saw Fliss. “Momma’s boy.” Frank scoffed, picking up the baby monitor and pressing the intercom button alongside it. He heard Fliss laugh as she turned to the monitor, sticking her tongue out at the screen, knowing full well he could see and he chuckled, turning back to his task in hand. By the time she appeared after changing Alex’s diaper, Mary had surfaced, Fred hot on her heels, and the kitchen was full of the smell of waffles which sizzled away on the iron. Mary shot over to Fliss, wishing her a happy birthday before she placed Alex in his chair and Frank stepped over to give his son a kiss good morning. He smiled as Alex wound his small hands into his beard, giving a tug before he gently scruffed against the baby’s cheek causing him to shriek in delight. “Think I might try his cup again today.” Fliss pondered for a moment. “He didn’t want his milk after breakfast yesterday as he was full so Mum suggested offering it him alongside, he might be a bit more inclined to take it if he’s doing it himself, what do you think?” “Go for it.” Frank nodded, straightening up. “Don’t worry about it too much though, sweetheart. Mary dropped her morning bottle completely round the time she was his age. He’ll let us know if he’s hungry.” Satisfied with her choice, Fliss sliced up an apple and placed it down on Alex’s tray along with half a lightly toasted piece of bread and a sipping cup half full of formula. Alex immediately went for the apple, jamming it into his mouth making appreciative noises as Frank served their own breakfast of waffles, fruit and syrup up, handing a small piece of waffle to Alex. The baby paused, taking it with a cooing noise and proceeded to look from one hand to the other. “What’s it gonna be, pal?” Frank asked. “It’s a big decision. Apple or waffle?” “Bet you five bucks he goes for the waffle.” Mary grinned and Frank wrinkled his nose. “I dunno, he likes his apples.” “Yeah but waffles are much better.” Mary’s voice was muffled as she shoved a huge fork full into her own mouth and Fliss watched as Alex continued to ponder. In the end he raised both his hands to his mouth, attempting to shove the two items in at the same time. Fliss laughed and gently went to help him out, but no sooner had she done that, Alex had already realised it wasn’t going to work. His fingers still curled round precious apple slice, he dropped the hand holding it to his tray, using the other to shove the waffle piece straight into his mouth, chewing contentedly. “Told ya.” Mary smirked. The kitchen was full of laughter as they ate, and when they had finished and cleared the dishes, Frank and Mary disappeared upstairs coming back with a few gifts held in their arms. Fliss grinned as she took the one Mary handed her first. “That’s from me and Alex.” She nodded as Fliss kissed her cheek and tore off the sparkly blue wrapping paper, her smile growing even bigger as she saw the box which contained a radio mic along with ear pieces. “You said your old one was crap.” Mary grinned, ignoring the pointed look Frank shot at her for her use of the word. Fliss laughed. “Yeah it’s seen better days, everyone says I sound like a Dalek.” “A what?” Mary frowned. “Oh they’re an alien thing from a TV show called ‘Doctor Who’, they talk like broken robots.” Fliss waved her hand. “But this is great. Thank you!” “It’s fully charged and tested.” Mary grinned. “Dad had it on the other night in the garage fixing me a blow by blow description of how he was varnishing the boat. I stopped listening. “No wonder it’s taking you so long to finish.” Fliss smirked at him and Frank arched his brows. “The reason it’s taking me so long is because every spare moment I’ve had recently you’ve put me to work at the yard either building shelving units or painting.” He folded his arms. “You know, I could charge you a fortune.” “I pay you in other ways.” She winked and a Frank snorted as she reached for a smaller wrapped gift. She tore off the wrapper and Frank held his breath a little as she looked at the white leather box emblazoned with the logo of a company he knew she’d recognise. “Did you...” her eyes instantly misted over and Frank nodded as she opened the box with shaking hands. He watched as she studied the item inside before she picked it out to examine it in closer detail. It was a bracelet made out of the hair from Heidi’s tail, wound into a thick, chunky braid, the different shades of chestnut and dark brown perfectly woven together. The claw clasp was silver and there was a small silver horse shoe and heart shaped charms hanging from it, the latter engraved with the words ‘forever in my heart’. “Frank,” she stuttered and he gave her a smile. “You were talking about getting one, did I get the right style?” “Yeah.” She swallowed. “Oh, Sailor it’s perfect.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, giving a little sniff as she pulled back. “Can you...?” She handed it to him and then held out her left hand arm and Frank opened the clasp, fastening it around her wrist. She looked at it for a moment before she smiled and wiped her eyes. With a little cough, Fliss cleared her throat as she reached for the final box which was a little bigger and when she opened that one she gave an excited shriek. “You got me a Pivo? How? These are like out of stock constantly!” Her hands trailed the box and she grinned, looking at Frank. “Lucky try.” He shrugged as Fliss opened the box to look at the starter pack. Not for the first time she was overcome with just how much Frank actually listened to the throwaway comments she made. She’d talked about getting one of the smart tracking systems you linked up to your phone for a while, it would make filming her videos for sales and the online blogging and tutorials that she had recently launched on the website so much easier. “Thank you, you’ve spoilt me.” Fliss beamed at Mary and Frank, before she turned to Alex to give him a kiss, and Frank glanced at Mary giving her a wink, both of them fully aware that the gift that was arriving later that afternoon was going to blow her mind.

***** Frank spent most of the morning putting up the shelves as promised, hanging the doors and whatever else he needed to do, whilst Alex was happily entertaining himself in his little pack and play, the air-con in the new large room a godsend as it gave some well needed relief from the sweltering late July heat. Bill and Verity arrived at midday with lunch from their favourite sandwich deli. Fliss beamed when she opened her gift from her parents which was a tripod for her new Pivo plus a year’s subscription to a new editing software app for her MacBook and iPhone. Once they had eaten, Verity offered to take Alex back to the house for his nap, leaving Bill and Frank free to head down to check that the new perimeter fencing had been done properly whilst Fliss carried on with her day's schedule, this time her, Joanne and Mary setting up the Pivo to film a little VLog for their YouTube channel that was linked to the stables. Then at just before two, Frank got the call he’d been waiting for, his big surprise was half an hour away. “I’m a little nervous.” Frank admitted as he and Bill walked back to the yard. “I mean, if she doesn’t like the damned thing when it arrives, I can’t exactly return it.” “Trust me, she’ll love her.” Bill shook his head. “If nothing but because it’s connected to Heidi and it’s something for her to start work with from the ground up. It’s what she’s always loved to do, and she does it well. As this all proves.” Bill waved his hand in the air, gesturing around the land and the various horses as Frank nodded. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He was on edge for the next fifteen or so minutes as he tried to concentrate on a little more painting, but then they heard the rumble of tyres as the truck pulling the transporter trailer wound slowly up the drive. Bill looked at Frank with a grin before he pulled out his phone, no doubt to message Verity, and Frank glanced over to see Fliss had straightened up from where she had been leaning over the laptop at her desk and frowned, her head tipping to one side as she glanced out of the window which overlooked the entrance. “Joanne?” She called and the girl appeared. “Did we book a new client in today that I forgot?” “Nope.” Joanne shook her head. “Who the hell is this then?” Fliss’ frown deepened as she turned and headed out of the room, Frank following with a very excited Mary. As they walked into the courtyard, Frank watched Fliss speaking to the driver as he opened the door and hopped out. He saw the shock register on her face and a small smile played on his own as she stood stock still, blinking at the man who handed her an envelope. With a frown she took it, turning to Frank who merely gave her a puzzled shrug, before she tore open the envelope and her eyes scanned the message inside which Frank had asked them to prepare. There was a delicious moment where Frank saw Fliss’ face washed blank with confusion, like her brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from her wide eyes. Every muscle of her body just froze before a grin crept onto her face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing every single tooth. This time when she looked at Frank, he smiled back, and she shook her head her own smile not faltering. “You did this?” She managed to stutter out as Bill chuckled, walking to the back of the large transporter to help the man with the ramp. “Well, I had help but yeah, I’ll take the credit for it being my idea.” He wrinkled his nose as Fliss gave a shriek and launched herself at him. Laughing he caught her as her legs wrapped around his waist and she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She whispered. “But how did you even know I’d been looking at her? I never-“ “Mary.” Frank said simply as her hands slid to cup his face. “You should know by now she never misses a thing.” “Hey, Titch, you gonna let go of Frankie boy for long enough to come meet her or what?” Bill called, and Mary nodded. “Yeah, hurry up Mom, I wanna see her!” Giving him another quick kiss, Fliss moved and Frank dropped her to the floor. She turned, sweeping Mary into a huge hug before she took her hand as they walked to the back of the trailer as the beautiful bay horse was led off. Amazement didn’t quite cover what Fliss was feeling at that point in time as she stood rooted to the spot, observing the animal who stood up tall and glanced round, snorting loudly at the strange surroundings. It was a cacophony of emotions all firing at once and the smile Fliss was displaying on the outside sure as hell couldn't have adequately reflected what she felt inside; like every neurone of her brain was trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of paralysis. Simply put, the animal was beautiful. Sleek dark bay with unblemished limbs, two white socks on the hind legs and a blaze very similar to Heidi’s down her dark face. Her mane and tail were shiny black, and whilst the animal had little muscle definition, Fliss new that was down to the fact she hadn’t ever been ridden before having been used as an attempted brood animal. It was clear she had been looked after and cared for as the mare had a sweet eye, it wasn’t looking at anyone suspiciously or worriedly, simply curiously as she spun quickly on the spot, giving a shout which was answered by Cap in the barn, Fliss knew his whinny off by heart. As Cleo turned her pretty head, she glanced straight at Fliss who took a deep breath as shiny, bright brown eyes gazed back at her. At that the horse gave a soft little nicker and there was an explosion in Fliss’ brain... the good sort... the buzz of electricity she had felt when she’d been to view Heidi for the first time. As dramatic as it may have been to admit this out loud, to her it was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting both their feet that they could enjoy together. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there would undoubtedly be tears and frustration, many hours of patience and hard work as there was to be expected with any horse you were backing and teaching from the start, but it was Fliss’ adventure to take. With a gentle breath she stepped forward slowly, towards her new animal and held her hand out, palm up, offering the horse a sniff. “Hey, Cleo.” Fliss spoke gently as her other hand ever so quietly moved to scratch the horse on the wither. “Hi, how you doing, girl?” Frank watched and let the happiness Fliss was exuding soak right into his bones. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to smile at Verity who juggled Alex in her arms as she stood by his side. “You do realise that if you weren’t already, you’ve effectively just become a horse widow before you even get married, right? Backing a horse is gonna take a lot of her time and become an obsession.” She grinned as Frank offered to take his son from her and she obliged. Frank gently turned him and held him to his chest, facing outwards so he could see what was going on.

“I don’t much care.” Frank chuckled as he watched Mary extend her hand out to pat Cleo as the animal rubbed her head against Fliss who reached up to wipe the tears of joy from her eyes. “Look how happy she is.” He took a deep breath, her happiness was infectious and Frank was simply savouring the feeling of sheer pleasure in his system at seeing his girl so full of joy because of something he’d managed to pull off. Simply put, he wanted to still be able to make her feel like that when they were old. Half an hour later the horse in question had been given a quick feed and a drink of water and left to settle in a spare stable. Fliss had then been given a blow by blow account of what Frank, Mary and Bill had dubbed ‘Operation Cleopatra-Comin’ At Ya’ and she thanked them all, once more getting emotional over how much thought and effort had gone into everything so far. Eventually, once Cleo had been turned out into a field with Monty for the evening, they all made their way back to the house, showered and changed ready for the BBQ they were hosting later, Bill and V taking up residence in the guest suite for the night. Frank was already in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a blue and white checked button down, sleeves rolled up, when Fliss walked in wearing a pale blue sun dress which accentuated her waist and boobs, much to his delight, her Cowboy boots completing the look.

Their friends arrived and there were more gifts exchanged before drinks started to flow and they then made their way to the yard so Fliss could show their friends around. She laughed as she saw that Bill had jokingly put a ribbon over the gate for Fliss to cut, which she did to a few cheers and some sarcastic comments from her brother, one of which earned him a slap round the back of the head from Verity. Frank watched as she showed everyone around, Jake taking particular interest in the state of the art security system that was installed as he said it was similar to the one he was looking at for Lisa’s cake shop. The pride was simply flowing out of Fliss as she talked and explained everything, and Frank loved to see it. A few hours later, it was dark and their back yard was lit up by the various strings of lights and lamps dotted all around, which Frank fake-grumpily liked to point out made their garden look like a Fairy’s grotto. The air was full of chatter, light music and laughter as everyone milled around in the way they always do at parties. After more drinks and the food had been eaten, Fliss said she was going to head up to check on Cleo and Frank hastily offered to go with her, not least because he didn’t want her going alone, but because he wanted to snatch a moment alone for the pair of them. It was a beautiful, clear night. Peaceful and quiet bar the sounds of crickets. The horses, who were in the fields happily settled, all raised their heads as they passed, Cap trotting over to the fence line to greet them. Frank gave him a quick stroke on the nose before they moved down to the next paddock and Fliss ducked under the electric fencing and strode over to check Cleo. Satisfied that nothing was amiss she came back, a smile on her face and they set off back down the path, her hand linked in his. “Thank you.” She broke the comfortable silence a moment or so later.

“What for?” Frank glanced down at her and she let out a contented sigh.

“Everything today. And everything everyday.” She said, her voice laced with happiness. “All my gifts, it just shows how much you actually listen to me...”

“What you mean is I don’t ignore you deliberately as you accuse me of doing?” Frank shot back and Fliss snorted.

“If anything this proves it is deliberate when you do something I don’t like.” She looked at him and he chuckled before shook her head. “I still can’t believe you managed to get a horse here from England.”

“Yeah and basically empties half our savings.” He snorted and she shrugged.

“She’s worth it. I’m impressed, Francis.”

"Well like I said, I had a little help, it was a family affair.”

“I know and I love that Mum and Dad and Steve all chipped in but still, it was your idea.” She smiled. “It’s so thoughtful.”

“Well, you spend enough time thinking about everyone else, making sure we’re all happy,” Frank shrugged, the pleasure lancing through his system at her happiness made him in turn feel contend. “I thought it was time you got something back.”

“You make me happy every day.” Fliss shrugged. “And I’m not saying that just to be sentimental either. It’s a fact. And you know what else is a fact?”

“What?”

“That you’ve now imported as many horses into this county as I have.”

“Guess that makes me the Cowboy to your Cowgirl.” He nodded seriously as they stopped at the end of the path by the large open fronted barn just off the main yard area.

“Yeah? Is there a snake in your boots?”

“There’s one in my pants.” Frank grinned, and she laughed.

“Is it dangerous?”

“No, but it spits.”

“Frank!” She scoffed, elbowing him in the side as he laughed, looping his arm round her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her head as he pulled her back into him, his chest flush to her back. “Wanna fuck in the haybarn?” His voice was deep and soft in her ear as his lips dropped to the side of her neck, large hands curling softly over the curve of her hip, the cotton of her dress bunched in his fingers. Her entire body erupted into goose bumps and her belly was in knots, but still it was there, that overwhelming sense of comfort and familiarity that enabled her to laugh softly as she tilted her head to the side to look at him. “Only taken you what? Like three years to suggest that?” "So I'm a little slow.” Frank chuckled as she turned to face him, her hands sliding up his chest. “Well,” she smirked up at him, eyes flashing in the moonlight, “better turn up the speed because they’ll be wondering where we are.” “Fuck ‘em.” Frank shrugged, but still he wasted no time as he hurriedly backed Fliss into the haybarn, the two falling into a pile of it with a giggle. His large hands hiked up the sides of her dress, exposing her panty covered mound as his lips latched to hers in a deep and tantalizing dance. Thick fingers, soft and rough in their own way, played at the hemline of her panties just at the apex of her thighs, a thumb pressing into her clit just over the fabric. As his mouth moved from hers to her jawline, the scruff of his beard giving her that delectable burn she loved so much, a needy rumble vibrated from her throat and chest, Fliss enjoying every bit of pressure Frank offered. Then, a cool breeze touched her wet opening as she realized Frank had moved her panties to the side, an elicit sound escaping her lips as he slipped two fingers inside her. "You know today, I remember thinking that your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world.” Frank’s breath was hot on her ear as his teeth nipped at her neck. “I was wrong, it's your moans." Fliss choked a little on another groan as his fingers curled against her spot, over and over, in a beckoning motion, as if he was motioning her towards him. The heel of his palm pressed up against her clit and she pushed her hips down, rotating them a little as she sought out the friction of his strong but gentle touch. “That what you want?” Frank’s voice was husky, his mouth hovering over hers as she gave a wanton mewl, his hand keeping the same steady pace, forcing her to up his. “You wanna cum on my fingers, huh?” “Yeah, God, Frank...” a hoarse murmur slipped from her lips as her eyes flickered shut, head tipping back in pleasure. “Jesus, that feels good!” “I got something that’ll feel even better.” He quipped in a low, rough tone that was almost a growl and a grin spread across Fliss’ lips as he slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing the noise of protest she made as he removed fingers from inside her, kneeling up, both his hands flying to his belt buckle. Fliss sat up, wriggling her panties down her legs and over her boots. With a cheeky flick of her eyebrow she tossed them straight at him. Possessing reflexes Fred would be proud of, Frank caught them in his left hand and held them to his face, his eyes locked on hers as he pressed his nose into them, inhaling deeply. “You’re a dirty, little shit, Adler.” She let out a naughty sounding chuckle as Frank stuffed her panties into his back pocket. “Yeah, and you’re filthy, goddamned minx, Gallagher.” He quipped back, and a matter of seconds later he had his jeans and boxers down over his slim hips. Falling back over her, his mouth pressed back to hers again and he gave a hiss through his teeth as she reached down and grabbed him in her hand. Her fingers curled around his shaft and she gave him a few, quick strokes, before she guided him to where she wanted him. Slowly he pushed into her, the pair of them letting out a shuddered breath before his hips began to move quickly back and forth with fast, shallow thrusts and Frank reached down, large fingers curling over her thigh, hooking her leg up round his waist. His hand moved upwards, bunching the hem of her dress up, stopping as he grabbed at her hip, his other palm flat on the rough, coarse hay bale that they were propped up against. His lips crashed to hers in a desperate, needy kiss. His tongue traced the inside of her mouth as her hands tangled in his hair and she let out a little whimper, tipping her hips up to meet his as his thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, his pace still equally as fast as he drove her nearer and nearer to her high, a broken groan rumbling from his chest as he felt her walls tightening down around him. Fliss’ chest hitched, and her eyes closed momentarily, her mouth falling open as she croaked his name repeatedly, almost in time with his thrusts, a mantra as he watched her face which was contorted in pleasure. “Feels so good, don’t stop.” She mumbled, her hands tangling in his hair as her eyes opened. His forehead pressed to hers, a sheen of sweat covering both their red faces as his hips snapped back and forth, simple, fast ruts. Fliss could feel him, deep inside her, and soon that familiar heat and tingling began to burn between her legs and in the bottom of her belly. Her breathing quickened and then the waves of pleasure washed over her, her back arching as she gave a loud cry her nails digging into his scalp. Frank continued thrusting through her orgasm, and it didn’t take him long to catch up with her. “Fuck, Lissy...” his words cut off and a broken whimper slipped from his mouth as he came with a final deep thrust, his fingers tightening around her waist before he collapsed forward, burying his head against her neck. Fliss could feel herself pulsing around him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body, her walls contracting every so often as they lay still, his dick still twitching inside of her. Leaving a soft kiss to the spot under her neck, Frank pushed himself up and brushed his nose against hers, giving her a soft kiss as she gave a hum of satisfaction, the fingers of one hand gently stroking the nape of his neck, the other brushing up and down his bicep. “We should get back.” She whispered. “We’ve been gone half an hour.” Frank gave a groan but nodded and moved gently away, pulling out of her. He stood up, held his hand out and helped her to her feet, tugging her into him, large hands cupping her face. He kissed her again, deeply and she smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Love you.” His lips pecked hers again, and she chuckled, giving him another kiss. “Love you too.” She beamed, stepping back to sort her hair out. Frank pulled his boxers and jeans up, brushing the remnants of forage and dust off his thighs and shirt before Fliss turned round and he did the same to her, plucking away a few strands of straw and hay that had become tangled in her auburn locks. “Am I presentable?” She asked and Frank nodded. “The evidence of our crime is eradicated.” He nodded, giving her a little smirk before he jerked his head towards the outside. “Erm, you’re forgetting something.” Fliss stopped him. “What?” “My knickers.” She held her hand out, palm opened and Frank gave a teasing frown. “Oh, do I have those?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, his hand falling to her hip. “Yes, so gimme.” Her fingers curled into her palm and back out in a demanding gesture and Frank shrugged. “You threw 'em away, so I think I’ll keep 'em.” “Frank, I can’t go back with nothing on underneath this!” She gestured to the floaty skirt of her knee length sundress and Frank shook his head. “Just don’t bend over and we’re good.” He looked at her with that maddening, cheeky smile, holding out his hand. “Such an asshole.” She scoffed, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her out of the barn.

As they walked, she squirmed a little, feeling his release beginning to trickle down her leg and Frank looked at her, a knowing smug expression on his face and she glared at him. “I’m going straight upstairs to clean up.” She grumbled and he laughed, letting go of her hand so he could loop and arm round her shoulders. “That would be rude considering we have guests.” He teased, pulling her close he pressed a kiss to her head as her own arm slipped round his waist, a smile on her face, the sounds of laughter and chatter from their guests drifting to their ears as they neared the farm house. They walked into the back yard through the gates and Fliss smiled at Mary who came running over. “Was she okay?” “Yup, settled in the field with Monty and eating away. He’s a good babysitter.” “That’s so cool!” “Where’s Alex?” Frank asked and Mary looked at him. “Poppa Bill has him.” She said, and Frank glanced around to see the man in question did indeed have their son in his arms, the baby grabbing at his short, grey hair letting out squeals as Bill pretended to bite his little neck. “Hey Mom, are we still going in the pool? Joel and Charlie are exited for night swimming!” “Yeah, in fact I’ll go in and get changed right away.” Fliss smiled, shooting a smug glance at Frank as she has been unwittingly handed a perfect excuse to go and clean up. “Cool!” Mary shot off, passing Bill as he walked over towards them. “Hey Dad!” Fliss smiled, “I’ll be right back, the kids want to go swimming so...” “Yeah okay.” He smiled, handing Alex over to his dad who pressed a kiss to his chubby cheeks. “Oh, Titch?” “Hmm?” She spun round to face him and Bill looked at her then to Frank and back again, his eyebrow raised. “Might wanna pull that hay out of your hair too before you come back down.” Fliss felt her cheeks heat up and her hands hastily moved to the back of her head, pulling a few long strands from her ponytail. She threw an accusatory glance at Frank who simply shrugged. “Guess I missed a bit.” He replied innocently, although he was anything but. He knew full well they were there, but there was that naughty, smug little shit inside of him that had wanted everyone to know they’d just been for a roll in the hay, quite literally. It appealed to his macho, alpha-male masculinity. “Dick.” Fliss scoffed, and as she headed inside his laughter accompanied by her dad’s exasperated chuckle hit her ears.

**** Chapter 26

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A Gift

Luke x ghost!reader

Summary: It's your birthday and you wish you could spend it with your family. Luke and the band try to cheer you up (super fluffy).

Requested?: Nope

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: This kinda came out of nowhere and once I had the idea I got carried away. I hope y'all like it!!

For you birthdays were a big thing when you were alive. You and your family would always go on a camping trip and have the time of your lives together. It wasn’t just limited to your family either, it was open to your friends too. It was your favorite tradition.

When you had met Luke, you had been looking forward to inviting him and the band, but then the fateful night at the Orpheum had happened. You and the rest of the band had died that night, now it was twenty-twenty and you were ghosts.

It had been great meeting Julie and forming a band with her, but as your birthday rolled around you were feeling immensely sad. Like Luke you had visited their family and you had seen them preparing to go on the camping trip in your honor. While it made you happy to see them keeping up the tradition, it also felt like a stab to the heart that you couldn’t be there with them.

In the days leading up to your birthday you had grown quiet and more reserved, struggling to find the energy to be happy. You couldn’t visit your family anymore, it just made you cry, but knowing that they were camping and you couldn’t be there also made you cry. It was a lose-lose.

So you had spent most of your time at the beach, watching the ocean and letting it calm you. There was something so relaxing about the way the waves moved and the push and pull of the tide. It was also nice to have privacy, just the crashing waves to keep you company.

It was inevitable that the band would notice your mood and absence of course, and notice they did.

You were at the beach, watching the ocean like normal. It was admittedly a beautiful day for your birthday. The sun was just breaking through the marine layer, creating bright orange patterns on the clouds.

Luke poofed in beside you, startling you out of your sad thoughts. The two of you had been dating since you got the band together and he was always there to comfort you.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. You sniffed in return.

“You didn’t think I would forget what today is, did you?” He asked, giving a small smile.

“No,” you answered, smiling a little bit.

“Good,” he stood up in front of you and grabbed your hands. “You are amazing and you are so great and understanding when it comes to me missing my parents, now it’s my turn to help you with your grief.”

You didn’t have time to respond before you felt the cold sand disappear from beneath you. The world shifted to new surroundings, ones that you definitely did not recognize.

“Luke?” You asked, letting go of his hand. You weren’t exactly in the mood for any surprises at the moment.

Luke moved back to standing in front of you. “Trust me on this, okay?”

He took your hand again and led you down a path. You looked around, trying to find anything that would clue you into where you were.

You slowly began to recognize your surroundings and you stopped walking. “What’s wrong?” Luke asked, stopping with you once he realized you weren’t moving.

“Luke, I-I’ve already visited, seeing them just makes me even sadder.”

“That isn’t why we’re here, Y/n/n. I’ve got a completely unrelated surprise for you.”

You hesitantly began to walk and Luke gave you an encouraging smile. “You are going to have a great day today. I promise.”

You gave him a weak and slightly nervous smile as you followed him. You walked over a hill and what you saw made you smile for real.

Julie and her family were setting up a campsite while the rest of the band and Flynn helped. After the whole Caleb fiasco Julie had let her family in on the ghostly little secret.

“Happy Birthday!” Luke exclaimed, gesturing excitedly at everyone.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” Everyone called, though Flynn, Carlos, Victoria, and Ray were a little late since they didn’t see your arrival.

You smiled at your found family. “Guys, this is so sweet.”

“Oh, this isn’t everything,” Reggie said excitedly. “Wait till you see what else we have planned.”

For the first time in a while, you forgot your grief and excitement replaced it. “I can’t wait.”

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After a few incredibly fun activities, you made it back to your campsite. The sun was still up and you had a while before everyone would eat dinner.

Still hyped up you had a lot of energy and you didn’t know if you could just sit around and chat or play cards. Thankfully Carlos suggested a game of Ultimate frisbee and once the words were out of his mouth, Reggie was chanting it to. You were definitely up for a game and from there, teams were formed.

It was you, Julie, and Alex versus Luke, Reggie, Flynn, and Carlos. You may or may not have specifically engineered it to have Alex on your team, him being the tallest gave an advantage.

You took on Luke. He smirked at you as Alex threw the frisbee to Julie and Flynn intercepted. You rolled your eyes and saw Flynn get ready to throw the frisbee at Carlos. Julie was trying to guard her and Alex was on Reggie, so in a split second you ran over to Carlos. You knew you were faster than Luke so you’d be able to get to Carlos and catch the frisbee first and fortunately you were right.

You intercepted and Luke tried to guard you, giving you a pouty face when Alex caught your throw. You smirked at him, running past Alex to the area near your goal. You had barely stopped running when Alex tossed the frisbee back to you. Luke was almost to you and Julie was open. You threw it to her and smiled as she caught it, scoring a point.

“We’ll get it next time,” Luke called running off towards his team's end of the field.

“Sure!” You called back, a bright smile on your face. However, Luke was right, his team scored the next two times and your team scored the last time before dinner, leaving you at a tie.

You all made your way back to the campsite and you ghosts sat down while the ‘lifers’ got their food.

“It was interesting seeing the frisbee get caught in midair.” Ray chuckled as he took his seat, almost sitting in Reggie before Julie warned him.

“Yes, I’m glad you were having fun,” Victoria said, patting Julie. You smiled at the gesture, trying not to feel sad about your own aunts.

Dinner was full of fun chatting and Julie translating for you and the guys. After dinner the guys got their instruments out and began to sing ‘happy birthday’ to you. You sang along so everyone could see you and it turned into an impromptu concert.

As the sun disappeared and the stars came out, you and your found family sang, enjoying the moment. You would definitely treasure these memories for years to come.

After you finished singing Luke came over to you. “Just close your eyes for a second,” he said, grinning at you like an excited puppy. You did what he asked, though rather reluctantly.

“Guys, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“We wanted to,” Alex said.

You heard a lot of shuffling right in front of you and eventually Luke spoke. “Okay, open your eyes.”

In front of you was a small pile of gifts. “Guys-“

Luke cut you off before you could protest any further, “Stop, you deserve all of this and more. And don’t say you feel bad for not doing more for our birthdays, I know how long it takes you to knit those scarves.”

“Fine,” you smiled. “Which one first?”

“Ooo! Open mine!” Reggie begged, pointing at a cleanly wrapped box.” You unwrapped it, careful to make sure none of the trash went anywhere, and gasped at what you were holding. It was an incredibly detailed and beautiful sketch of a horse.

“Reggie, did you draw this?”

He nodded. “And it’s got the first country song we wrote together on it.”

You beamed at him. “We’ll get that country album some day,” you vowed, gently nudging Luke when he rolled his eyes.

“Mine next,” Alex requested, pointing to an even more elaborately wrapped box. You opened it to see Alex had decorated your old guitar strap, painting it with your favorite colors. You had been meaning to do that since you got it and you were grateful he had taken the initiative.

“I love it.”

“Good, I’m not that artistic so I didn’t know what to get you and then I remembered that you had been meaning to decorate your guitar strap since you got it, so I did it,” Alex rambled.

You laughed. “How very thoughtful of you.”

You turned your attention back to the rest of the stack, but Luke was already ready. “Here’s mine.”

“You took the small package from him and opened it. Inside was a little box and in that there was a necklace. The pendant was an old guitar pick branded with the sunset curve logo and with it was a little card in Luke’s messy handwriting: A memento of the band we started all those years ago.

“I think I’m gonna cry.” You put your hand to your mouth and Luke took the necklace from the box, putting it on you.

“I love you so much,” Luke whispered to you.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek.

After admiring the necklace for a little while longer, you went to open the rest of the pile. Julie got you a gift card so you could shop together(you still only had your clothes from the nineties). Ray gave you a framed photograph of you guys at the garage party singing Edge of Great and Carlos got you a ball of yarn. Even Victoria even got you a little candle that you absolutely adored and Flynn got you a bracelet that matched one that she and Julie were wearing.

“Guys, these are all so great, I can’t thank you enough! You better bet I’ll be stepping it up for your guys’ birthdays.”

“Looking forward to it,” Carlos said, after Julie repeated what you said. He turned to his left and smiled at you and you laughed, you were sitting more to his right.

“Tell him that I can’t wait,” you requested and Julie obliged.

While she did that you got up and hugged everyone you could. “Guys, this could not have been a better day.”

“It’s not over yet. We have one last gift for you!” Reggie said excitedly and you smiled brightly, tears of joy forming in your eyes.

“You guys didn’t have to,” you protested, blushing at the kindness they had been showing you. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“Yes we did.” Julie sat down next to you and Luke sat on the other side, with an arm around you while Reggie and Alex leaned in behind you. You tilted your head as Julie turned on her phone and went to her camera roll.

You were about to ask what was going on when she played a video. Julie and the guys appeared on screen and you saw that they were standing outside the garage.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” They all yelled and you smiled, expecting them to do a little birthday recording of a song for you, but instead of getting their instruments Luke spoke.

“We noticed how sad you were about your parents and we had this idea...” with that the screen shifted.

You were only more confused when you recognized the inside of your parents house. It was easy to tell that the camera was filming from just inside your old kitchen. You watched curiously as Julie and your parents stepped into the frame.

“If you could say one thing to her, what would you say?” Julie asked and you realized she was talking about you.

Your mom sniffed, tears in her eyes. “I’d let her know how much I love her and how proud we are of her. I just wish we could tell her that. She was so talented, I just wish she could have lived her dream.”

Tears welled in your eyes at what your mom said, but they started falling when your dad spoke. “I’d wish her a happy birthday and tell her that I wish she could come camping with us. We kept up our tradition and I just wish she could know how much she meant-means to us. We missed out on so much with her and though we can’t get it back I hope she knows that we love her with all of our hearts.”

The video faded into a slideshow of some pictures of you, and in the background Now or Never was playing.

A good majority of the old pictures were taken during your camping trips and it was interesting to see how you had grown. When you were twelve, guitars began to appear in the pictures and there were quite a few ones of you playing around a campfire. Everyone was laughing in those, and it made you smile to remember when they were taken.

After the pictures of your family, they faded to pictures of you with the guys. There was even one of your first gig, you recalled that your mom had taken it. Your parents had been so excited for you. You had always felt so lucky to have such supportive parents.

From there, there were the newest pictures, ones of you with Julie and even some from your current camping trip that she must have added at the last minute.

After the last picture faded away you immediately grabbed all of your friends into a group hug. You couldn’t believe they had done this for you. You felt so unbelievably honored and touched.

You sniffed. “Guys, how did you do this?”

“Well, Alex, Reggie, and I got most of the pictures, we used some cameras to sneak them,” Luke explained.

“Yeah, it was not easy. I can’t count the number of times your parents almost saw the floating cameras,” Reggie said and you laughed.

You turned to Julie. “It means the world to me that you got my parents to say that. How?”

“I told them that I was trying to get to know the old band that had once practiced in my garage and from there they told me everything.” You hugged the girl tightly.

“I can’t begin to explain how much this means to me.” You opened your mouth to explain more, but nothing came out. “Just...this is...wow, guys. I-I just, thank you? I don’t know, thank you doesn’t sound like enough.”

“You don’t have to explain, Y/n, we’re just glad you liked it,” Alex said.

“After this, I’m gonna make sure you guys have great birthdays too.” Some more tears fell. “I just, wow.”

“So you liked it?” Luke asked and you beamed at him.

“I loved it.”

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bright-molina · 3 years

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Surprises

synopsis: Luke and Reggie have a surprise for Julie and she goes along with it. She trusts them more than anything and it can’t be that bad, right?

request: more Bright squad because I live for them

pairing: Luke x Julie x Reggie

word count: 1753

warnings: none?

a/n: @bright-patterson hi I am the worst this took me forever but oh my gosh do I love them. I am the epitome of that Kris Jenner meme when it comes to you, love, so here is the Bright Squad for you!

Julie was way past suspicious.

For five days now Reggie and Luke had been taking turns disappearing for hours at a time. They’d tried and failed to be subtle about it but she had picked up on the pattern almost right away.

First they would huddle close together and speak in hushed voices for a few minutes. Then they would look around to check if anyone was paying attention, usually missing the fact that she was. And finally one of them would disappear while the other pulled her away in an effort to distract her.

Once or twice they enlisted Alex’s help but he’d taken to leaving for the sole purpose of not being dragged in to whatever was happening. Then the sixth day it happened she’d finally grown curious enough to ask about it.

“So,” Julie walked over the moment they huddled together again. “Which one of you is gonna tell me what you’re hiding?”

“We’re not hiding anything,” Reggie answered much too quickly. He noticed it himself and so he flashed a smile and stood from his seat. “Hey I learned something new to show you! Do you wanna come see?”

“Of course, honey,” Despite the words, Julie stayed planted firmly in place. Their intertwined hands made Reggie backtrack and she motioned between him and Luke with her free hand. “As soon as you two tell me what you did.”

“We didn’t -“ Luke stopped the moment he saw the pointed stare she shot him. “What, uh, what makes you think we did something?”

He didn’t stand a chance. All Julie had to do was lean to one side and narrow her eyes and he was ready to tell her everything. One look at Reggie and he knew they were thinking the same thing.

“It’s nothing bad. Just a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Julie’s face softened and she looked between them a few times. Then she bounced on her heels, already eager to find out what it was.

“It’s actually almost ready if you wanna go see it now?” Reggie sounded just as excited and she tugged him a little closer with a smile.

“What’s the surprise for?”

“Just because,” Luke shrugged, a faint smile on his face as he took her other hand. “Now come on. Close your eyes.”

And though Julie started following them through the house she shook her head quickly, “No way.”

“Please?” An exaggerated pout flashed on Luke’s face as he shot around making them all crash into each other. Julie only rolled her eyes while Reggie shook his head fondly.

“Someone has to supervise the two of you.” Julie dropped their hands only to cross her arms firmly in front of her. Any sort of control she had disappeared when Reggie stepped in front of her, rocking back and forth a few times as he played with the bracelet on his wrist that she’d made him.

“We promise it’ll be fine,” He tried his hardest to sound as reassuring as he could. “Can you please close your eyes?”

For a moment there was nothing but silence as Julie stared at him. At his wide, bright blue eyes and the way he’d pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for her answer. There was no way she could say no to him.

And so slowly she nodded and as her eyes fluttered closed she heard Luke mumble an amused ‘oh come on’ and she knew he was grinning despite the statement. The feeling of Reggie’s hands on her shoulders as he led her outside was warm and brought them both to life despite everything else.

She’d almost forgotten the fact that she didn’t know what was waiting for her until she heard a short, high pitched beep followed by the mechanical click of a lock.

“No,” Julie had only just caught a flash of the black painted car before Reggie threw one hand over her eyes. She only sighed when he followed her movements as she shook her head. “I’m not getting into a car with you guys. You’re ghosts, you can’t drive!”

“Yes we can!” Reggie beamed when he realized he could finally reveal what he and Luke had been up to for the last week. “Willie helped us!”

“Well that’s great, Reg, but what if we get caught?” Julie motioned towards the car, missing by only a few inches. “Who’s gonna explain the car that definitely shouldn’t be driving itself?”

“We won’t be,” Luke was confident in his words. He’d already anticipated her concerns and done all his research. “We’re taking the long way there. No lifers to see us.”

“Where’s there?”

Reggie and Luke’s voices rang as one when they answered, “It’s a -”

“Surprise. I know.” Julie paused for a moment as she thought of what they were proposing. Ultimately, though, any kind of rational thought was pushed out of her mind by the pure curiosity that filled her from head to toe.

Her answer came when she felt around for the door handle and pulled it open, promising she would keep her eyes closed until they told her it was okay to open. Even through the now shut car door she could hear their excited conversation as they decided who would drive them to their destination.

Julie’s thoughts were on nothing but two things. The surprise that awaited her and her boys.

Luke’s eyes were trained on the rearview mirror as he drove. There were no people around, as promised, and he took the opportunity to watch the reflections of Julie and Reggie in the back seat.

They’d been looking outside the window eagerly since they left the city, taking in their new surroundings with wide grins. He could only smile softly as he listened to them.

Reggie was practically bouncing in his seat when they passed a field surrounded by a wooden fence, no less than half a dozen horses on the other side of it.

Julie beamed as she pointed out the colors of all the plants filling every inch of the land surrounding either side of them.

The two of them played various games together, hands clapping back and forth and trying to guess what the other was thinking of. Simple little ones that distracted them well enough to lose track of time.

Luke loved watching the way their eyes lit up. The smiles on their faces he wished would never go away. The feeling of home that surrounded him when he was with them. He loved them.

He was almost disappointed when he finally pulled off the road and parked the car.

But the sun shone high in the sky and the clouds cooled the air and everything around them stood still. The three of them stood by the side of the car and were silent for just a moment, each of them thinking the same thing.

That moment right there, the three of them together in the middle of nowhere, was as close to perfect as they could get. They were sure of it.

“I know,” Julie’s voice broke the silence and she covered her eyes with one hand before either of them could tell her what to do. “Eyes closed.”

She didn’t ask too many questions as they walked, trusting them wholeheartedly. Instead they walked side by side, hands swinging back and forth between them as they talked about anything and everything like they always did.

Only five minutes later they stopped and it was easier for Julie to pick up on her surroundings now, even with her eyes still covered. The temperature had dropped the slightest bit and the ground beneath her felt softer. She could hear the sounds more clearly, the gentle sound of water cutting through everything else.

Just as she was about to ask where they were, her hand was removed from over her eyes. They opened to muted sunlight, leaves hanging low above her, and both her boys standing in front of her with matching smiles.

“Surprise!” They stepped to either side of her at the same time, as if they had practiced it. Part of her was positive that they had in fact done just that.

A gasp escaped her and she beamed at the sight. On the ground in front of her was a picnic laid out across a couple blankets. Food of all sorts and pillows and the camera that usually sat in her room spread out across the space in a careful way she knew wouldn’t last too long.

It wasn’t until she looked at the little lake across from her that vague, faded memories came back to her one by one. The meadow. The wildflowers. The stillness of everything, a piece of the world that was just for her. The picture that sat on the desk in her room.

“It was Reggie’s idea,” Luke spoke first when he noticed the realization flash across Julie’s face. He stepped closer again and shot a smile between the two of them. “Thought you could use this place again right now.”

“I just -” Reggie thought for a moment, focusing hard on figuring out what it was he wanted to say exactly. “We know how hard it is sometimes. How hard it’s been the last few days. And you always talk about how you used to come here with her and it took us forever to find it but we finally did and here we are.”

“It’s -” Julie trailed off as she looked around slowly. She could see the ghosts of every single memory now. Of every moment that once felt bittersweet, one’s she could barely think of some days. Moments she missed.

But now here she was. Seeing those moments again beside the people she loved more than anything. They weren’t bittersweet anymore. They were warm and safe and happy all over again. And it was all because of Luke and Reggie.

The two of them had brought so much back to her already and here they were again. Constantly surprising her. Thinking of her. Showing her just how much love there was between them. She thought of them and the smiles they shared and the laughs traded back and forth.

She thought of Reggie and Luke and the fact that these surprises they always had for her were everything. They were everything.

And so she took their hands in hers, trying her hardest to convey every single emotion she felt in a small, simple gesture.

They felt everything she was trying to tell them.

“It’s perfect.”

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hologramband · 3 years

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Never The 1

(gif crds cryinghimbos)

Alive!Reggie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: This is taking place after the boys cross over, I like the little theory where “crossing over” means just “crossing over” back to life or something, idk we gonna roll with it tho lol.

The song I use in this is “Never the 1” by ROSIE

The hallways were busy as you and Flynn walked side by side to your next class. This dreary Monday was almost over, just one class stood between you and hanging out with your friends.

You knew how to sing, but you never thought you were any good, so you tended to keep to writing lyrics here and there, but mostly helping with Flynns sides of things when it came to advertising the bands events and other things, helping the band in a few different ways.

“So, (Y/n), how have things been going with you and Dylan? Is he starting to be more okay with you spending more time with the band?” Flynn started a conversation while waiting for you to switch your books at your locker.

Dylan was your boyfriend of seven months, things had been good between the two of you until you started wanting to spend more of your time with Julie and the boys the last month or so. You had an image issue before you met Dylan, never really being confident in yourself, you liked hiding in the background. Julie and Flynn had always included you in everything they did, but something just finally clicked with Dylan, he made you feel special.

When the band took off you were ecstatic, growing close with each of the boys, especially Reggie, your personalities meshing really well, and Alex, him becoming like a brother to you.

You still made time for Dylan, hanging out with him when you weren’t helping the band, even invited him to practices when you went, but for some reason he wasn’t a fan of hanging out with your friends.

“Eh, he’ll come around eventually. He can’t expect me not to have any friends other than him.” You shrugged your shoulders and closed the locker door, the two of you changing topics and continuing to class.

When you get there a smile instantly grows on your face, this was your favorite class of the day since you shared it with both Flynn, Julie, and the boys.

“(Y/n)! Hi! Are you coming to practice today?” Reggie smiled as you sat in your seat across from him.

“Well duhh, wouldn't miss it.” You smiled back and looked around at the rest of the group, falling into a conversation with the rest of them.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling you got a text from someone, looking down you saw it was Dylan.

-Hey babe, something came up so I, won’t be able to go to Julies with you after school, sry :/-

You frown at the message, he hasn’t been to a single practice yet, “something” always coming up, but send a short reply saying it was okay before the teacher, Ms. Adamson walked in and started her lesson.

“Alright class, for the next project I want to get your creative juices flowing,” She clasps her hands together and moved to the board, switching her powerpoint slide to the instructions to the new assignment, “by the end of the week I want you all to have an original piece prepared to present or preform for the class.”

You felt your eyes widen and your body stiffen, the main reason you haven’t ever let anyone hear you sing was due to your crippling stage fright.

You glance around and see the rest of your friends smiling and high fiving each other, seeing this as another opportunity to bring a light to the band.

“Is this a group project?” Luke raised his hand and asked, only to be met with a smirk and a shake of the teachers head.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Patterson, this is an individual project, consider it a time for everyone to showcase what talents they have and are keeping hidden,” Ms. Adamson laid her hand on your desk and sent a subtle wink your way.

She had walked in on you one day in the music room while you were messing around with some new lyrics for the song the band was working on.

You sunk in your seat a bit more and looked to see the rest of your friends looking your way, slight confusion on their faces, meaning they also saw the wink your teacher had sent your way.

The rest of the lesson was focused on the details of the project and her giving ideas on what could be done other than music, such as spoken word, a painting, etc. You spent the rest of class figuring out what you could do other than sing, but had a feeling Ms. Adamson would accept nothing else from you.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day and everyone stood from their chairs and collectively walked to their lockers, getting ready to walk to Julies for practice.

You made your way to your own locker, smiling when you saw Dylan standing to the side of it.

“Hey, Dyl.” You went to give him a kiss, but he moved his head so your lips landed on his cheek instead.

“Sorry I can’t come today, I bombed a test in math so Mr. Douglas is making me stay after with a tutor for the next week to fix my grade.” He shrugged his shoulders and his eyes were darting from place to place.

Deciding not to comment on his weird behavior, pushing it off as just embarrassment of failing the test.

“No worries, you’ll make it to one eventually,” You smiled at him and saw the crew walking towards you, everyone always walked to Julies together after school.

Dylan noticed your gaze shifting and stiffened at the sight of all of them.

“Hey,” You placed a hand on his arm, confusion growing, “everything okay?”

He simply shrugged your hand off.

“Yeah, yeah, just gotta get to the library, see ya.” He left a chaste kiss on the top of your head as he rushed in the opposite direction of your friends.

“What was all that about?” Alex commented as he swung an arm around your shoulders.

You were still in shock that he ran off like that, but again blamed it on the bad grade, as dumb as it was.

“Not sure,” you mumbled, quickly changing your attitude, “you guys ready to head out?”

With nods all around you all started the short walk to Julies.

Practice went great, the band trying out new songs that Luke and Julie had written, you fixing a few of the lines so the song flowed a bti better.

During one of the breaks, everyone decided to sit and talk about the upcoming project.

“What are you guys gonna do? Not being able to play as a band?” You wiggled your eyebrows at the group and they all kinda shrugged.

“Oh I know what i'm doing! “Home is Where My Horse Is” will finally get the recognition it deserves!” Reggie stretches his arms along the back of the couch that the two of you were sitting on, setting his feet on the table in front of him.

Laughter erupted from everyone, already knowing that was what Reggie would do.

“What about you,” Alex turned the attention to you, “Ms. Adamson sent a pretty pointed wink your way when explaining it was gonna be individual.”

You felt your cheeks burn a bit and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Eh, you know how she is, I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” You looked around and realized that your answer hadn’t satisfied the group.

Your phone again buzzed with a text from your mom saying you needed to get home.

“Oh, sorry guys, mom needs me for Dinner,” you stood quickly.

“Ah, saved by ‘mom’,” Julie winked.

You laughed as you gathered your things.

“I’ll walk you!” Reggies exclaimed as he jumped to his feet, meeting you by the garage doors.

This was a pretty normal experience for the two of you, Reggie and you always enjoying the walk together, being more open with just the two of you rather than the whole group.

“Lets go, partner,” you winked at the reference to his growing love for country music.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but after the sun went down it was always safer to have someone with you.

Another thing that happens when the sun goes down is the reminder that you forgot a jacket, a slight chill running down your spine. You had hoped that you covered it up with a couch, but within seconds an extra layer of warmth was thrown across your shoulders.

Reggie had taken his flannel from his waist and given it to you, you thanked him as you pushed your arms through the sleeves.

“So, how are things with you and Dylan? You seemed upset earlier when we got to your locker.” Reggies glanced at you.

“Oh, you know, it’s fine, he’s just been a bit distant lately, i’m not sure what’s going on but i'm sure we’ll get through it.” You shrugged and looked at your shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting.

“There’s something else, c’mon, (Y/n),” Reggie slightly bumped his shoulder into yours, causing you to look up at him, a slight smile from the action on your face, but falling instantly.

“Um,” you look back at your shoes, “it’s really nothing, silly really.” You shrugged your shoulder again, stopping as you got to your driveway.

The real reason you had been so shocked when Dylan walked away earlier was due to him not telling you he loved you, he had always said those three words before parting your side, no matter the circumstances, for the last four months of your relationship. When he didn’t say them this afternoon it took you by surprise.

“Well, you know i’m always here right?” Reggie moved a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up in his direction.

“No matter what it’s about, whether you need to rant, cry, or share something really cool, I’m always here to listen,” He smiles down at you, causing you to crinkle your nose and smile back, bringing him into a short hug.

“Thanks, Reg. It really means a lot.” You pull away and walk the last few steps to your house, hesitating at the doorway, turning back as Reggie spoke again.

“Have a good night, (Y/n),” Reggie smiled at your retreating figure, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You too, see you tomorrow!” You waved and walked in the door to your house, pulling his flannel a little tighter once the door closed, then shaking the thoughts that were entering your head away.

Reggie was just a friend, plus you had a boyfriend, Dylan might be distant right now, but he was still there…

---

The next few days had gone by quicker than you anticipated, it now being Thursday and you still didn’t have a plan for what you were going to do in class the next day.

You had tried writing a few lyrics, but nothing felt right, you couldn’t find the right inspiration for what you wanted to do, you honestly didn’t even know what you wanted to do. At this point your game plan was to fake being sick so you wouldn’t have to stand up in front of the class, gasping like a goldfish out of water.

You sat in your last class of the day, all your friends talking about what they were doing tomorrow, Alex had a drum solo with a few lyrics he had come up with, Luke singing one of his songs he was able to whip up within an hour, Julie doing the same, Flynn had made a really cool beat she was going to freestyle to, and Reggie had Home is Where My Horse Is.

Ms. Adamson had given you the day to work and finalize your projects for tomorrow, and you were starting to feel overwhelmed.

The bell rang and snapped you out of the anxious trance you had been in.

You walked to your locker and tried to figure out what you were going to do, you had under 24 hours to figure something out now.

“Hey, (Y/n), you coming?” Reggie and the rest of the group were at your side, waiting to see if you were going to walk back with them.

“Um, I think I’m gonna stay back today, I really need to focus and figure out what I’m going to do for tomorrow,” You ran a hand through your hair and let out a breath, “Plus I think Dylan is tutoring in the library so I might see if he can help or something, I haven't really much from him lately.” You lightly laughed at how sad that sounded, and shook your head, waving to the group as you walked towards the library.

“Let me know if you need anything!” Reggie called out and you sent a grateful smile his way.

You didn’t see Dylan when you walked in, so you choose a secluded spot in the corner, trying to get some work done.

After 30 minutes of staring at the blank paper, you give up, deciding to call it a sick day tomorrow and pray that something comes to you this weekend.

As you pack up your things you scan the room again, curious if maybe Dylan had just come in without you noticing, but frown when you don’t see him.

You start drafting a text to him that you were looking for him, but stopped when you heard a book fall from the shelves a few rows away, and a moan that sounds quite familiar.

Slowly, you walked down the aisle paralleling where you heard the noises coming from, and froze by what you saw through a break in the books.

Dylan was here after all, but he had his hands all over someone else, lips on someone who wasn’t you.

A tear escaped from your eye as you turned away, deleting the text message you were going to send and starting a new one.

-Hey, I was looking for you in the Library. I found you… I left the bracelet you got me on the table by your aisle. -

You removed the small charm bracelet the boy had given you after your three month anniversary and placed it on the table, hit send, and blocked his number.

Tears were flowing freely now, as well as your thoughts.

Did he ever care?

Was I just a joke to him?

Did he ever love me?

Why wasn’t I enough?

You found yourself in the school's music room, taking a deep breath as you sat down, pulling out your song journal.

Inadvertently, Dylan had given you just the inspiration you needed for your song.

Your fingers flowed freely on the keys, finding the right melody for the emotions you were feeling. You played and wrote the notes down, some lyrics came now, but you were focused on the melody.

The janitor eventually came around and told you that you had to leave, and you rushed home, not wanting to forget the lyrics you had in your head.

You skipped dinner and ran straight to your room when you got home, the tears starting again as your phone flashed with a text, not due to the sender, but the picture on your lock screen.

Angrily you opened your phone and deleted all the pictures of the boy you had loved, not wanting the reminder that you had trusted him flashing in your face anymore.

While deleting the pictures you ran across one of you and Reggie messing around in the garage, the next one of Flynn and Julie with their arms wrapped around you.

You smiled and set your lock screen as the picture of the girls and you, your new background the picture of you and Reggie.

Feeling a bit better, you went back to work on writing the lyrics that you had been thinking of.

When you finally finished, you saw the clock flashing 4am at you.

Having all your emotions finally written out on paper made you feel worlds better, and you found sleep easy after, but just too easy at that.

When you woke up the next day you saw that you had already missed the first few classes of the day.

Reggie, Julie, and Flynn had all called and left text messages asking where you were.

Cursing, you got up and dressed, throwing the first things on that you could find, one item happened to be Reggies flannel he had lent you the other day, giving you a sense of ease when you breathed in his cologne.

When brushing your teeth you saw your reflection and gasped, no amount of makeup would cover up the red puffy eyes that blessed your face.

With a sigh you splashed some cold water on them, helping a little, only being able to tell now if someone was really looking.

Not having the time to focus on this you gathered your things and ran to school.

You walked through the doors and took note of the time, and made your way to the lunch room where you found your friends at their usual spot.

“Well, well, well, there she is,” Flynn called as she saw you approaching.

You smiled at the girl and sat down, trying to keep your head down, hoping they wouldn’t take notice of your appearance, but to no avail.

“Babe,” Julie turned your face towards her, “what happened to you?”

Before you could answer you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to see Dylan standing there, anxiously rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Um, can we talk?” He scratches the back of his neck, looking from your friends to you.

“There’s nothing to be said,” you whisper and turn away from him, but he just sat in the empty seat in front of you.

“You haven’t been answering my texts, just let me explain, please.” He was getting stressed, you weren’t giving in like you typically did.

“They won't go through, I blocked you,” you shrug, “and there's not much to explain, you lost me the second you decided to make out with Sara in the library, sure was a pity you got caught, wasn’t it?” You shot daggers with your eyes as you spoke, a slight gasp from Flynn came from your side.

Dylan felt the hostility from the band and shifted in his seat, why he was still here was beyond you, but the bell quickly ended the conversation.

You stood and tried to walk away, just for Dylan to catch your wrist and turn you towards him. Before he could get a single word out you felt yourself word vomiting.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you?” the question that had been ringing in your head since you caught him finally came out, a single tear running down your cheek.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, and you just nodded and pulled your wrist away from him, only a few steps away before Reggie had you pulled into his arms in a tight hug, soon joined by Alex and Luke, then the girls.

They pulled away and you wiped your tears, smiling at them.

“C’mon, we gotta get to class.” You muttered, Reggie slinging his arm around your shoulders, not an abnormal thing, but it was just what you needed in this moment.

Class was going by quickly, the rest of the band performing their pieces, Reggie just sitting down from singing HIWMHI.

“Alrighty, last, but certainly not least we have (Y/n),” She smiled at you and you stood, making your way to the piano in the corner, the band questioning this since they only thought you knew how to play the guitar, just wait until they hear you sing.

You clear your throat and start on the keys, taking a breath and letting the music take over.

“Met you in October

You talked sweet and a little slow.

And I thought, mmm

I think I, mmm”

It was obvious to almost everyone in the room that this song was about Dylan, what most of the room wasn’t aware of was that this was a break up song.

“Warm eyes and your hands cold

You sang soft like a sore throat

And I thought mmm

I think I mmm

Cause I know you're dangerous

I saw through your games and played them

And I hate myself for letting you in”

You look at Ms. Adamson before continuing to the chorus, he eyes already gleaming with pride that you chose to sing. You tried to send a mini apology for the curse word that was coming in the next part.

“Now I could write 10 songs 'bout 9 ways you fucked me over

Only took you 8 second to forget 7 months together

We were up till 6 in the morning

5 ways a week

You said 4ever then left before I counted to 3

Loved you a little 2 much but I was never

I was never the 1”

You took a deep breath and played the keys a bit before moving onto the next part of the song.

“You mеt me on a Friday

I dressed up likе a first date

So you'd think, "mmm

I think I mmmm"

And I knew we loved when

You stayed past 2 am

And I thought mmm

Does he think mmm”

You looked up and opened your eyes, making eye contact with your friends, Julie and Flynn having small tears in their eyes, knowing this song was written with fresh heartbreak.

The boys all had looks of shock written on their faces, this being the first time hearing you sing, and the emotion ripe in your voice just making it that much better.

Reggie had a hint of a smile on his face, pride radiating from him watching you blossom in front of him.

“And I knew you were dangerous

I saw through your games and played them

And I hate myself for letting you in”

You closed your eyes and launched into the chorus again, really letting the emotion carry you through the rest of the song.

“Now I could write 10 songs 'bout 9 ways you fucked me over

Only took you 8 seconds to forget 7 months together

We were up till 6 in the morning

5 ways a week

You said 4ever and left before I counted to 3

Loved you little 2 much but I was never

I was never the 1”

You took your hands from the keys and repeated the last line again, just your voice filling the crowded classroom.

“Loved you a little 2 much, but I was never, I was never the 1”

You held out the final “1” and then stepped back from the piano, applause breaking from across the classroom.

You shyly courtesy and quick step it back to your seat, your stage fright quickly returning.

“I would like to thank you all for your participation today, and another thanks for being vulnerable with everyone in the room. Everyone was absolutely amazing, I'll have grades up by Monday, have a good weekend!” Ms. Adamson dismissed the class and all your friends' eyes turned to you.

“WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL US YOU COULD SING?” Luke exclaimed with wide eyes and flailing hands.

You giggled a bit and shrugged your shoulders.

“Girl, that was so good, did you write it all last night?” Julie shook her head in amazement.

“Uh yeah, inspiration hit and I just wrote until it was finished.” You shrugged and wring your hands together, not wanting to focus on the moment that inspired it all.

“Um, are we going to the garage to hang? I can go get my things,” You tried to change the subject by standing and starting towards your locker, Reggie hot on your heels.

“(Y/n)! Wait up!” You stopped and waited for the boy to catch up, continuing as soon as he was by your side.

“You really have a great voice,” Reggie gushed as he looked down at you.

A blush crept on your face as you shook your head.

Reggie leaned against the neighboring lockers to yours as you gathered your things, looking up at him when you saw his muscles tense.

You then followed his gaze to see him looking at Dylan walking on the opposite side of the hall, arm slung around Sara, like he used to with you.

You returned your gaze back to your locker, a new rush of emotions flowing through you.

Reggie lightly rested a hand on your arm and pulled you into his chest much like he had a few hours prior.

“He’s an idiot for letting you get away,” He mumbled in your hair.

“No,” you pulled back slightly, “I’m the idiot who thought someone like him actually loved me.” You wiped a stray tear, Reggie then grabbing each of your hands in his own.

“Don’t you ever think like that, he was rude, careless and just plain stupid for not seeing what he had right in front of him.”

You look up at the boy in front of you.

“(Y/n), you are the most beautiful girl I know, inside and out. Your thoughtfulness for everyone around you is absolutely amazing, you care for so many people, you do so much, and don’t ask for anything in return. You are a whole package, and anyone who doesn’t see that is blind.” Reggie finished and wiped the tears that fell while he was talking.

You leaned back into his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling grounded, safe, in a way you never did with Dylan.

“Thank you,” you muttered, leaning back and feeling butterflies in your stomach, “Um, Reggie, I don’t want to start anything right now, I need some time to figure me out-” you started, but were interrupted by Reggie shushing you.

“Hey, don't stress about this, you take all the time you need, I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles down at you, you return it tenfold.

“Hey! (Y/n)! What would you think about a feature on our next song?” Luke comes running up beside you and Reggie, ending the moment that was occurring.

“Um, i’ll have to think about that a bit,” You smirked, Reggie grabbing your bag and placing it on his shoulders, wrapping an arm around you as the group walked out of the school.

“By the way,” Reggie whispers in your ear, “I’m loving the way my flannel looks on you.”

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gxngsoflondon · 4 years

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As The World Caves In - Part 1/?(Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This first chapter is mainly background information, so bear with me (its not the most action packed chapter but it is 100% necessary).This is going to be a pretty long series so lemme know if you want to be added to a tag list xxxx

Materlist!

Part 1: Bang Bang! (My Baby Shot Me Down)

Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace.

There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours.

There is too much blood.

You are running out of time.

This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world.

Sean.

You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.

You hear them coming now.

This is it.

/// 16 Years Before \\\

A giggle fills the garden.

It’s more of a squeal in all honesty, carefree and silly and full of joy. Children’s laughter. The innocence of a little girl’s giggle is out of place here.

Innocence is out of place here.

“Ha! Sean! You’re out!” you call “I got you fair and square.”

Three fathers and three mothers sit on black woven garden furniture. Wallace, Dumali, Anderson, London crime royalty. There is no business to attend to today so they are also laughing, glasses of champagne in hand as they watch their children play on wooden stick horses in the April sunshine.

“Nuh uh Y/N! You didn’t shout BANG”

“Yes I did!”

“I didn’t hear you”

“Me neither”

“I did! I did! You’re all dead!’

“You absolutely did not”

You are tall for your age. A pretty white dress, white tights, pristine white shoes, but your pigtails are falling out, the dainty white ribbons becoming a tangled mess and you run to keep up with the boys.

Billy. Skinny, ears and elbows jutting out, a mop of curly brown hair.

Alex. Taller, dimpled cheeks and nervous eyes, deep chocolate skin.

Sean. Grinning, exploding with freckles, blonde eyelashes so long they tangled themselves.

“Watch, like this Y/N,” Sean says patiently, turning his fingers into a gun “BANG! BANG!”

Billy and Alex theatrically hit the ground, taking great pleasure in twitching and convulsing as they pretend to die.

You gallop towards them just as Alex starts to sit up.

“BANG!” you yell and he falls down again. Sean is smirking at you as you both trot together, linking arms as you parade around victorious. You stand on your tiptoes and you kiss his cheek, sparking fits of laughter from Alex and vomiting sounds from Billy.

“She’s precious that one,” Marian coos, she is watching you as you march the length of the garden clutching her own son. She adores you, loves you almost as much as her own.

Your mother laughs.

“She’s not all sweetness and sugar, i’d check you’ve got all of your jewlery when we leave she’s going through a ‘borrowing without permission’ phase,”

Finn guffaws

“Still a damnsight sweeter than my boys”

“You might be stuck with her, she came up to me the other day asking ‘When I marry Sean will I get to stay at Aunty Marians all the time?’”

Marian grins again.

“I guess Alex is out of luck then,” chuckles Mrs Dumani. She is sat cross legged on the grass with the girls. Jacquline and Shannon are oil painting canvases, something not even the promise of sweets would bribe you into doing.

Trust me, your mother had already tried.

She wished you’d stay away from the boys, even further away from the family business.

Gangs are no place for little girls.

“My daddy’s going to show us a real gun!” Alex says as you watch all three fathers approach you, “Now that Billy’s seven, we’re all old enough,”

“But- I’m still five?”

“Yes but Y/N you're a girl,” says Billy pointedly, grimacing with the word as if it tastes foul.

You scowl at your brother Tom, a teenager now, as he picks you up and carts you back to your mother.

You love Tommy more than anybody in the world, so you only kick him twice.

”Why can’t I stay with the boys! None of this is fair!” you announce, your arms are crossed, lip pouting in defiance.

Your mother isn’t phased, she’s been practicing this conversation. The Wallace and Dumani mothers are smiling encourangling at her, they have been here before themselves.

They will raise smart daughters, undeniably good and honest and strong.

Their husbands will raise smart businessmen, undeniably rich, undeniably powerful.

“Look at you darling, you are my treasure. I love you very much,” Your mother is stroking your hair and when you try to pull away, she cups her hand to your cheek. ‘And you know why we stay away from Daddy’s business, don’t you”

“I know but-’

“That’s right, to keep you safe and sound dear,”

This isn’t the first time you’ve shown interest in the family business. That’s what is worrying Mrs Anderson and what is making her face settle into an unsupressable frown.

“But-”

It is Marian Wallace that speaks next.

“Try and listen to your mother Y/N”

She is looking at you with a firm, no bullshit stare. You know this is an order.

‘It's not fair! They get to-”

“Y/N, it’s a scary world out there. There is no place for you in that horriblness do you understand?” a more mellow Mrs Dumani says.

Yet, you don’t understand, how could you? Your mother had done everything in her power to shelter you from the violence attached to your surname.

Only Tom would be expected to contiue the family business.

“But I’m not scared of anything!”

Guillabe, naive, innocent, ditsy. How do you explain to a 5 year old that they inherited a world of death, drugs and crime?

Your brother has an idea. “Man eating spiders, cannibal clowns” He is sneaking up behind you and whispering in your ear

“Thugs, criminals, beasts, Please, they’ll eat you up, alive!”

Your skin takes on a crawling quality, even though you know it’s only Tommy, you are starting to panic.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“But-”

“Also, snakes and large bugs, men with pointy teeth, slimy monsters that creep under your bed at night and swallow you whole”

Any joking quality is removed from Tom's voice. He is doing everything he can to scare you.

It is working. You are only a small child

Guilt flashes on his face when your bottom lip quivers slightly.

“Tommy that’s enough, you’re upsetting her.” Marian again.

You are running straight to your mother, her arms opening to wrap you in a tight embrace.

“You’ll be safe as long as you stay with Mummy okay?”

You agree and she is still cradling you when Finn, Ed and your father return. They had left the boys inside.

“You haven’t been crying have ya?” Finn says. He bends down to ruffle your hair and you shake your head violently.

“Look I know you might want to be like the boys. Personally, I wouldn’t bother, cabbage heads the lot of them. But if you ever see one of these-”

He reaches into his pocket.

And then Finn Wallace gives a five year old girl a gun.

“-I want you to run in the opposite direction, do ya hear me?”

Your mother’s eyes are wide with shock, Marian’s mouth open ready to lecture her husband. But he takes the gun back from you before you can wrap your fingers around it.

“I want you to make me and Uncle Finn a promise Y/N. You wouldn’t lie to us would you? You won’t ever go near one of these will you? It’s very important”

It was your father this time.

“Of course not Daddy,”

“Good, now why don’t you play with Jackie and Shannon?”

“Actually,” your mother says, almost eager to leave now ”I think our drivers here”

You rush through your goodbyes and are herded into the back of the black vehicle. Your daddy sits in the front with the driver, you sit in the middle in the back. You aren’t quite sure why, but you feel the urge to give Tommy a big hug. You do.

As you pull out of the Wallace estate, you see the boys pressed up against a large bay window. Alex is grinning at you, Billy pulling a hideous face and sticking his tongue out. It’s only Sean that is actually waving at you, and you are waving back.

“Why can’t we all live together in one big house Mummy?” you ask.

Your father chuckles.

“Come now Y/N, we’ll be back again tomorrow. Just like always.”

You are smiling as the boys in the window disappear from view, knowing you’ll be back playing with them in the morning. Just like always.

But this is the last time you will see the Wallaces, for a very very long time.

(Part 2!!!)

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thecleverdame · 4 years

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This Is Not A Fairy Tale - Six

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta: ilikaicalie

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Naomi does her best to put you back together before the Duke comes to claim his newest prize. You’re limp as a washrag while one of the servants bathes and dresses you. The dress Naomi picked, one of Claire’s out of fashion hand me downs, laces painfully tight. The corset digging into the open wounds Naomi’s lashes left across nearly all of your backside.

Your hair is combed and cheeks painted with blush to make you appear less like living death. You want to think of Sam, to let your mind wander to your few precious moments together, but instead you push him away. There’s no point in torturing yourself and now is not the time to get lost in a dream world. You need to try and think. This is your last chance.

The Duke himself is an imposing man. Tall with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He’s near twice your age and undeniably an Alpha. He stands next to his coach, both thumbs tucked into his belt, watching as Naomi and Claire drag you from the house.

“Walk,” Naomi hisses, forcing a tight smile in his direction.

“I’m trying.” You are, but your body is no longer responding to your brain. Starvation and abuse have built on each other and now you truly are a shell of a person.

“What’s wrong with her?” He looks at you with a skeptical eye.

“She needed a bit of discipline.” Naomi waves her hand dismissively, thrusting you forward. “Give her a couple of days and she’ll perk back up.”

You can’t imagine perking up ever again. Your heart has broken along with your body and you long for your Alpha with every fiber of your being.

He clasps your jaw with a firm grip, lifting your head to inspect your face, tilting it from one side to the other.

“She is beautiful,” he laments, grunting in satisfaction. “It’s a shame she’s already claimed.”

“Yes, it is. But she’ll come around, won’t you?” Naomi pats your back and it takes everything within you not to scream out loud.

“Come along girls.” Naomi, reaches out, pulling both her daughters to her side. “Say goodbye to Y/N.”

“Goodbye,” Alex sings, sickly sweet.

“Happy travels.” Claire can’t fake politeness, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Let’s go?” The Duke takes you by the arm, lifting you up into the coach.

The carriage rattles along over roots and dirt, each bump is agony. You sit across from this imposing man who’s eyeing you with nauseating interest. His bejeweled fingers strum over his knee as he ponders out loud.

He was quiet for nearly an hour, but he’s more comfortable with the idea of you now. He’s most likely never seen an Omega in person before.

“A stable boy?” He shakes his head, leaning forward. “You should have more self-respect than to open your legs for a farmhand.”

“I didn’t,” you whisper, looking out the small window.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snips. “I expect you to be honest with me or there will be immediate and unpleasant consequences.”

“What my step-mother told you is the lie.” You want to explain, if he only knew the truth maybe he would let you go.

“Hush now,” he barks and you flinch. “I won’t hear any of your wild tales.”

“Please,” you cry in desperation. It’s futile to beg for freedom, no man in his right mind would let you go.

“Why don’t you try to control your outbursts. If you do as you’re told this entire transition will be much easier for you.”

Time passes and you travel on, eventually slowing to a complete stop. There are voices from outside, many voices and horses hooves in the mud.

The Duke hits the ceiling of the carriage and shouts out. “What is the delay?”

“One moment, sir!” the driver calls back. When he returns he opens the small window, popping his head inside.

“The royal guard is searching for stolen property,” he explains.

“Did you tell them who I am?”

“I did, sir. But they haven’t waved us on and there are several carriages in front of us. They’re sending someone to clear you first. It should only be a moment.”

“Unbelievable,” the duke sighs, resting back in his seat. “What do you suppose was stolen that it requires all this fanfare? What a story that must be.”

You. It has to be you. Before Sam’s claim you would have doubted anyone would put up such a fuss, but now you’re coming to understand just what a commodity you are. Not to mention you’re mated. If Sam is feeling even a fraction of the longing you are, he’s sure to do everything he can to find you.

After several minutes there’s a tentative knock at the door and your heart speeds up. Is this it? Will someone rescue you?

The duke leans forward, cracking open the door. His huge body eclipses almost the entire door frame, blocking anyone from getting a clear view of the inside, including you.

“I’m so sorry sir,” a young voice addresses him. You can see through the crack near the hinges that he’s nothing more than a footsoldier and he can’t be a day over eighteen. “We’ve been ordered to search every carriage-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for this.” The duke spits back. “I’m sure this doesn’t apply to those of noble birth. I can assure you, there’s nothing of value here. So let us be on our way”

Your heart sinks into your stomach awaiting the answer. Look inside!

The young soldier clears his throat and pauses and then nods. “Of course, sir. Sorry to have delayed you. I wish you a safe journey.”

And with that, the door closes and your world shrinks down to this horrible moment.

They didn’t search the carriage. Your only hope has passed and the carriage begins to roll forward.

Your breath speeds up as the coach maneuvers itself out of line to bypass the other waiting travelers. Tears prick your eyes and panic builds, a terrified frenzy. This can’t be it.

Then you hear a familiar voice somewhere far away. A man calling out.

Sam.

You’d know it was him from a mile away. It’s impossible to make out what he’s saying but he’s barking orders in the distance.

This is your last chance. That you know for certain. Once the Duke takes you outside the kingdom you’ll never see your prince again. It’s now or never. The Duke is distracted, leaning out the window to try and determine why you’re not moving faster.

Gathering every last ounce of energy you can muster, you lunge for the door, popping it open and scrambling out of the coach before he can stop you. You fall to the ground, landing in the mud, but manage to get back up as the Duke catches your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hollers as you try to twist away. You stomp on his foot as hard as you can and his grip loosens enough that you wrench free and run down the line of a dozen carriages.

“Help me!” you scream. Heads begin to peek out, drivers turning to watch you run by.

“Get back here!” The Duke is hot on your heels as you tumble through the muck.

“Sam!” You scream at the top of your lungs. It’s all there is left to do. You know you can’t make it much farther and you need someone to take notice. Anyone.

Just as the Duke grabs you by the back of the neck two knights appear on foot, standing beside each other.

“What’s happening here then?” one asks.

“She’s out of control!” The Duke shakes you violently, as you look up at the men, wide-eyed, pleading.

“Tell the prince I’m here!”

Both knights look at your neck, easily spotting the fresh claim. They don’t know much about who they’re looking for, other than it’s an Omega with just such a mark.

“You must stay here, sir.” One of them stays with you while the other runs off to find a superior.

“What is the meaning of this?” The Duke sputters, looking at you with disdain. “The girl is my property. I have every right to take her and go.”

“I’m sorry, but you are going to have to wait.”

“Let me go!” You’re nonsensical, fighting against him to get away.

“Stop making such a spectacle of yourself!” The Duke commands, reaching over and slapping you with an open hand in the stomach. If you weren’t in such rough shape the blow would not have such an effect, but instead, you curl over as if he’s punched you with all his brute strength.

“Let her go!” Sam’s voice booms above you.

You look up to find your prince on horseback, flanked by his father, brother, and a dozen soldiers.

“Sam,” you smile as the Duke release you.

You take two steps towards him and collapse unconscious into the mud.

“Help me!”

Sam hears it the second you call out and he’s not the only one. Dean and their father perk up beside him, all three men listening for more.

“Sam!”

“It’s her,” Sam looks at his father in disbelief. You’re closer, voice crystal clear. A large part of him had resigned to the idea of never seeing you again.

He trots around the line of carriages to the sight of you, wild and filthy, struggling against a man comparable only to himself in size. An Alpha. He’s not sure if he wants to run to you or gut this unknown man.

“Let her go!” Sam shouts, pointing at the nobleman who’s got you by the nape of the neck.

Your head whips up, a delirious smile overtaking your face before you stumble forward. It’s as your eyes roll back into your skull that you fall forward, crumpling onto the ground.

“Y/N!” Sam dismounts in the blink of an eye, running to you as fast as he can. The sight of you up close is worse than he realized. Your back is soaked in blood, enough that it’s completely soaked through the dress. Sam looks up at the Alpha who’s backing away in horror. “What have you done to her?”

“I did nothing!” The Duke implores, stunned as the prince kneels down and turns you over into his lap.

“Take him!” Dean instructs and soldiers immediately pull the Duke away amid ardent protest.

When you awake, you’re naked and belly down on a bed as someone pokes the lacerations on your back. Shaking away sleep you try to roll over only to have several pairs of hands hold you down. The first thought is that the Duke has managed to take you home, you’re to be a prisoner for the rest of your life.

“What are you doing?” You panic, thrashing against strange hands. “Who are you?”

“It’s alright.” Sam is suddenly in front of you, kneeling on the ground as he reaches out to take your hands into his. The instant his fingers curl around yours you know this is real. He’s here and you’re safe.

“Where am I?” There’s a searing pain across your shoulder blades as you jerk only to be held in place. “Who’s touching me? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry m’lady.” A soft voice comes from above. “We’re trying to be as gentle as possible.”

“They have to clean your wounds,” Sam explains, looking at you with a sad little smile. His eyes are wet, not exactly crying but hovering somewhere on the edge.

“It hurts.” You cry, burying your face in the bedding and squeezing his hands as hard as you can. “I’m so tired of all of this, of all the pain. I just want to rest.”

“You will.” Sam presses a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing your scalp gently.

“You won’t leave me will you?” you ask.

“No, I’ll always be close.” He promises. He lies his head on the bed to you can look at each other as the women above you work. And when the time comes for them to stitch up the deepest of the wounds, you slip back into the dark with Sam right there beside you.

When you wake up the second time you’re still on your belly, in a soft bed and alone in an enormous, ornate room with vaulted ceilings and chandeliers hanging from the rafters. There’s no one about, not a nurse, not a maid and definitely not your Alpha. You search for his scent on the pillow but there’s nothing but soap.

There’s a gentle knock on the door and Queen Mary slips inside, closing the door carefully behind her.

“I know you should probably rest but I couldn’t help but come and check on you.” Mary walks closer, slow and measured as if approaching a wounded animal.

You try to sit up, but rolling over is an insurmountable task. “I’m sorry, I cannot offer a proper greeting.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re all just so grateful you’re safe. I’m not sure my son would have survived losing you.”

“I would have died without him as well,” you confess The queen gingerly takes a seat on the edge of your bed. “Where is he?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Her smile is soft, a hand softly brushing hair back from your face. “I can’t pretend to understand the bond between you two. The connection between Alpha and Omega is a gift that most of us will never experience.”

“My whole life I thought of what I was as a curse and then I met Sam...I could not put this feeling into words if I needed to.”

She grins again, her eyes shifting to the side as she loses herself in thought.

“As soon as you’re in good enough health we’ll have a wedding ceremony. Nothing but a small affair. There is no hurry, you need time to heal, but it’s also important that we show the Kingdom this was not a whim. Sam has committed himself to you and that claim needs to be accompanied by marriage vows.”

Is this how she imagined her son getting married? To a woman no one knows from Adam. A peasant, a broken servant girl.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as a tear rolls down the bridge of your nose.

“You must be disappointed,” you shrug.

“In what way?”

“I am no one. A country girl who popped up out of nowhere and stole your son away.”

Mary sighs, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap.

“My oldest son, Dean, is an Alpha as well. Did you know that?”

“I have heard it before.”

“John and I hoped for years to find Dean an Omega. We searched and searched but there are so few of your kind left in the world. I wouldn’t expect you to know, but as an unmated Alpha gets older his ruts become worse and worse. Painful and violent. Given enough time they die an early death. Dean didn’t want to wait any longer and he’d met someone he cared for. He married for love. His wife, Lisa, is a beautiful woman whom my husband and I love very much. But she is a beta and a beta can never truly satisfy an Alpha. So when Dean’s rut comes he’s still in pain. He’s never satisfied, never feels the completion and companionship he’s looking for. Being mated means his ruts will not take his life, it doesn’t mean it’s easy. He will always suffer.” She stops to look at you, patting the back of your hand with a finger. “But my sweet Sam will be fulfilled. His pain will be cured and he will get to be a whole person. You, my dear, are nothing short of a miracle.”

You can scarcely remember a time when someone expressed gratitude for you. The thought seems foreign and you have no idea what to say in return.

“Thank you.” There, that’s better than no response at all. “We can marry sooner. I’m sure I could stand up on my own and I’ve gotten rather good at covering up my discomfort.”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. You need time to heal and only Sam can help with that. I’ve been assured that time with your mate will heal your wounds. You focus on finding your strength and bonding with my son. You both need it after what you’ve been through.”

After Mary leaves, you lie there imagining all the ways your life is about to change. It’s impossible to know what the future holds but you’re about to find out.

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inknopewetrust · 5 years

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in the cloak of darkness pt. 2

Summary: “I’m not jealous of some waitress.” “Yes you are.”

Pairing: Detective Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.303k

Warnings: Mature language, adult themes. (Y’all, if you’ve never heard cops swear, you don’t know any cops.)

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Alex Jones had said nothing, only quivering in the corner when Loki got too close.

Holly Jones said nothing, only eyeing you when you walked around and picked apart her home with your eyes.

The forensic investigating team found nothing, leaving both you and Loki at a loss for a possible motive or path to these two girls.

The morning after the girls were kidnapped, after investigating Alex Jones, Holly Jones, and the RV, those who were given the rest of the night off returned to work the next morning, early, with dread in their steps.

The officers dreading the possibility of finding a body or two when they searched the forest and nearby fields in the early dawn.

Captain O’Malley dreaded the conversation he would have with PSP, and the FBI perhaps, if they couldn’t locate or find the girls on time.

But early morning came fast for you and Loki. You had just sat in your living room, looking blankly at the screen of your TV as the early morning news had replayed the same information about the missing girls over and over again, their pictures searing into your mind until the room was no longer lit by just the TV screen but the sun shining in from the windows behind it also. You looked at the cable box which read the time 6:57 on it and you knew Loki would be there soon to pick you up to go back to work, so you decided to shower and look as presentable as you could with little sleep, because today, you would meet the families and didn’t want to look unprofessional.

The same knock you heard every morning, three taps in a row sounded at your door at 7:15, right on the dot. You moved from the coffee cup you had been staring aimlessly at and opened the door, going back to the cup as he let himself in and you dumped it into the sink.

“Want any?” You offered and he shook his head in response, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Get any sleep?” He asked and now you shook your head.

“What do you think?” You responded and he took his hand out of his jacket to look at his watch.

“Me either. We need to go, Birches first then the Dover’s. You want to ask the questions?” Loki opened the door and let you walk out first, closing it behind him and meeting you at the car. You hesitated opening the door and he looked at you from across the hood.

“You can ask the questions, if I have anything to say, I’ll say it.” He nodded his head at you and the two of you made your way to the Birches house.

The house stood atop the little hill, a nice, colonial style home with black shutters on the white windows and a red door adorned with a holiday wreath. It was in fact, the perfect family home. The one little children dream about having when they have a family, a pet, children of their own. One you had dreamed of too, a home for your husband, a big dog, two children, and maybe a goldfish if those kids were good enough and everyone loved you as much as you loved them.

“Is everything alright?” Loki asked you as he shoved a notepad into his pocket and reached across your lap to open the glove compartment in the car to grab a pen. You shook your mind out of those fairytale thoughts and looked over at him as he sat back up and you unbuckled yourself.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” You reassured him but he wasn’t fully convinced. Loki, out of all the people that could have believed you were fine, knew you weren’t fine. This particular case weighed heavily on you, on your heart and family and he didn’t want to push the limits on what you thought you could do.

“Y/n, I’m serious. If you don’t think you can handle this, I don’t want you to go in there.” He told you and the way he looked at you made you believe he was telling the truth. Behind all that facade of brash harshness and tattooed toughness, Loki was a good man with a good heart and you were lucky enough to be at the receiving end of it.

“I’ll be fine... besides, maybe if they had someone that understood what they were going through, they will tell us more or be willing to open up.” You told him and he agreed with you, though still cautious. So, as the two of you approached the picture perfect home, he took the lead, promising to himself that he wouldn’t let you get lost in other people’s trauma when it clearly still affected you.

A man with glasses and a striped brown sweater answered the door. Loki pulled his badge off his dark pants and showed it to who you assumed was Mr. Birch, father of Joy.

My name is Detective Loki; this is my partner Detective L/n. Mr. Birch?” He asked the man and he nodded his head at Loki, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

“We are here just to ask some questions, follow up on what the police had reported to us from yesterday evening, is your wife also home?” Loki put his badge away and glanced inside the home. Mr. Birch opened the door wider and he gestured for the both of you two come inside.

“Franklin Birch, my wife is in there.” He extended his hand to Loki, then you, which you smiled lightly, shaking his hand. He led you inside and to the left, where the small living room which was decorated nicely, a large painting of a horse was sitting on the wall to your right. But in that line of view sat a woman at the kitchen table, Mrs. Birch. She didn’t move when she heard the door open or footsteps enter the room, instead, she sat staring blankly at the kitchen table and window across from it. You had seen this look on peoples faces before, your own even when it wasn’t overcome with emotion.

“Honey?” Franklin called out to her but she didn’t move even when you both walked closer to her inside the living room.

“Her name is Nancy.” He said to the both of you.

“Detective Loki and his- honey?” He walks up closer to her, Loki following behind Franklin and you not far behind.

Loki moved passed Franklin, coming to stand closer to Nancy. His footsteps must have shaken her out of her trace as she seemed to respond to the sounds. She picked up photographs of Joy and handed them to Loki, not turning to fully look at either of you.

“These photos are better than the ones my husband gave you. You can see her eyes better, more clearly.” She said and put her hands back in her lap, looking at the food that still adorned the table in front of you. Loki watched her for a few moments, analyzing her behavior as distant, closed off, what he would expect from a woman who has just had her child taken from her, at least that’s what he believed.

As Loki looked at the pictures, Franklin sat down on the couch behind you in the living room. He ran his hands over his face and moved his glasses up to rub his eyes in frustration.

“Has there been any news? Or any leads on where Joy and Anna might be?” Franklin asks the both of you, but maintained his eyes on you, as you were closest to him.

“I’m afraid we can’t discuss that at the moment. I will be sure to let you know immediately when we hear or find something that pertains to this case.” You tell him and Nancy turns around to look at you. You had never met her before, or seen her in town. She was a middle aged woman who looked destroyed by what had happened. She had bags under her eyes and was visibly stressed out.

“It’s my daughter! You can’t tell me what’s going on when it’s about my daughter!? What about the man that police said you caught yesterday? The RV had to be the one, it matched what Ralph Dover said!” She yelled at you but you shook your head and tried to calm her down.

“Mrs. Birch, I know what you are going through is confusing and difficult but please be patient with what we have to do. Detective Loki and I want to get Joy and Anna home as quickly and safely as possible but I need you to help me by staying as calm as you can and help us with anything we can use to investigate where they might be.” You say and approach her chair where you knelt down and grabbed her hand, which she took and squeezed hard, it was comforting in an odd sort of way to Nancy.

“I promise you we will try everything in our power to bring them home. Detective Loki here has solved every single case he’s been on and I know this one will be no different.”

That didn’t mean anything. The case could have gone good or bad, but it was solved. But you meant in the good way, where Nancy and Franklin Birch could believe that Joy could come home safely. It was something they could trust.

You let go of Nancy’s hand and stood back up, looking over at Loki who was already watching you and he gestured to the photos in his hands.

“We should be going now, Mr. and Mrs. Birch. Thank you, for the photographs. I am sure these will be very helpful for us.” Loki told the both of them and Nancy nodded, turning her back toward you and Loki, not looking back as Franklin brought you to the door.

“Thank you for coming, Detectives.” Franklin said and Loki shook his hand again before Franklin looked to you.

“Please let us know if you... if you...” He trailed off, he didn’t want to say ‘find anything’ because it sounded like the conversation someone would have if they had found a body. He doesn’t want you to find a body.

“Of course, Mr. Birch.” You tell him and make your way to the car with Loki, silent as he starts the car and drives away. The Dover’s had been sent to the station during that time to take a polygraph test, one the Birches would be taking later that day. O’Malley told you both that you couldn’t interrogate Alex Jones again because he was shaken up about the first interrogation with Loki. You would have to wait until at least the night to ask him any more questions, this time with an approach that didn’t make him feel so uncomfortable.

So, in the time you waited to head over to the Dover’s, Loki and you sat in his car, quietly working on paper work with the police scanner on until it was time to go. For most of the time, the shuffling of paper filled the air, pens scribbling back and forth as you write in a neat cursive all the details from the Birches visit.

“Do you want to get lunch?” Loki breaks the silence after an hour because he was starting to get hungry. He glanced over at you, still writing his own report, to get an answer.

“Not that fucking Chinese place.” You tell him and he laughs a little, a foreign sound to most of the officers and staff of the precinct but not unfamiliar to you.

“Fine, how about hooters then?” He asked, even though he knew the reaction he would get from you.

“I want to think your kidding but I don’t think you are. You would much rather spend your time drinking a beer on the clock and stare at some waitress’ tits than paperwork, I’d rather sit in the car as it plunges into a lake.” You say and continue writing notes, not giving him the satisfaction of letting him see the disgust on your face.

“They’ve got some good fucking food though, no?” He laughs and puts his work down, setting in the back seat.

“No, they don’t.” You continue writing.

“I wasn’t talking about the burgers...” He trails off, looking over at you and you slapped his arm, finally looking at his face. He was amused, rubbing his arm where you had hit him.

“You’re a fucking pig, you know that?” You say and scoff at him, shaking your head. You put the cap on the pen and throw the paperwork in the back just as he did before.

“Lighten up, I was just joking. I’ll run into Phil’s and get us some sandwiches.” He tells you and starts the car, beginning to drive off. Phil’s was your favorite sandwich place in all of Conyers, as it was the only place to make their bread fresh every day and boy, was it worth it. You sigh, feeling a little guilty for making a scene of something you should have known was a joke.

“Sorry I hit you.” You apologize and he glances over at you but keeps his eyes mostly on the road.

“If I was a woman and I was jealous, I would act the same way.” He comments and you scoff again, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I am not jealous.”

“Yes, you are.” He counters and it was like a high school fight, which slightly annoyed you even more.

“No I am not! Of who, a hooters waitress whose only job is to get more tips the further her boobs hang out of her shirt? Yes, extremely jealous of that...” You say sarcastically and shake your head at him.

“Explain the waitress at the Chinese place then? I saw the way you looked at her, like you want to beat her face off.” He reminds you but you countered him with a different perspective.

“She was giving me dirty looks, obviously infatuated with you, she didn’t even bother to ask if I was done and she had taken my plate away, rude if you ask me.” You tell him and look ahead, the long road into town seemed never ending.

“Infatuated with me? Now that I know that I might go ask her on a date.” He says and you bite your tongue, holding back some words that shouldn’t really come out at any time.

“Fine.” You settle on instead and he straightens up in his seat.

“Fine.” He replies and neither of you say another word for a while. Suddenly he pulls over the car and steps on the break. You brace yourself with your hands on the dash and look over to him incredulously, he remained looking forward with his hands on the wheel. You had almost got whiplash from the sheer force of him stepping on the breaks and that flabbergasted you, he had never done anything like that before.

“What the fuck! You fucking-” You were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, his hand coming up to the back of your neck to pull you closer, tilting your head back a bit to get you to open up, so he could deepen the kiss, which he did. After a few moments you pulled back and looked down before you were tempted to kiss him again.

“We said that-” You began but he cut you off quickly.

“I know what I fucking said and it was a mistake. I went home yesterday and, Jesus fucking Christ, I couldn’t think or sleep straight and the only thing that was on my mind was you. I can’t shake the feeling as much as I wish I could.” He explained and you shook your head, not looking up and over at him, instead, pulling away from where he had pulled you in and looking the opposite direction.

“We could lose our jobs, Loki. I don’t think now is the best time to be thinking, talking, or doing anything about this.” You tell him.

“You tell me- no, if you can tell me with one hundred percent certainty that you have not thought about what happened and wanted more, then I’ll leave it alone.” He challenges you and you shake your head, not replying because you can’t answer it.

You did think about what happened. You think about it all the time.

It was Halloween, the precinct was holding a party for the employees who had to work and it got everyone to break out of their daily grinds and relax a bit.

You had been chatting with some of your female co-workers near your desk most of the night, catching up on the office gossip so many of them chatted about during the day. During any other occasion, you would have avoided that conversation, sneaking away to chat with someone knew while they gossiped about everyone. But you decided to stay for this one.

“Did you hear about Brad? He’s getting fired next week for getting caught with taking alcohol bottles from the property room.” Sheila, O’Malley’s secretary whispers to the group and several of them were interested in that story.

“No, really!?” Cathy gasped and looked at Brad from across the room. He was openly enjoying a beer, conveniently talking with Loki at the moment, who seemed to be enjoying his time.

“God Loki is so fucking hot.” Sarah, a technician said as she sipped her wine, all the other ladies seemingly agreed, making you feel uncomfortable after all, he was your partner.

“You’re really lucky you get to spend all day with him, Y/n. Have you ever thought, about... well you know...” Sarah raised her eyebrows up and down suggestively and you looked over at Loki and back at her. She seemed to think that was a response when it wasn’t what you were going to say to her. She grinned and pushed on your arm a little, the other girls smiled and giggled like they were in middle school. It made you want to scream.

“Has anything happened?! I mean, has he ever tried anything?” She smiled brightly and big at you and you put your drink down on your desk, straightening out your blazer and clearing your throat before turning to her with a serious look on your face.

“One, I don’t want to lose my job by having an affair with my partner, and two, why would I ever tell you something personal like that? I don’t know you. All I know is that you love to gossip and as soon as I say something that would interest you, you would spread it all over the office.” You tell her with a look that made her rather uncomfortable, as well as the other women who had been standing by the two of you. They didn’t have anything to say to protect Sarah.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it-”

“Yes, yes you did. If you’re so desperate for attention, why don’t you go an interrupt him and see if he’ll talk to you.” You almost challenge her. You wanted to see her crumble and make a fool out of herself in front of him, but she didn’t seem to take the comment for a joke, she had looked back you then him and set her own drink next to where yours had been.

“Alright, there’s no harm in trying.” She said and smiled at the girls, her curly blonde hair swaying with her body as she tried to look appealing to him as she made her way to Loki and Brad.

Brad was the first to notice she was coming, smiling to her and giving her a wave which she kindly returned. You couldn’t see her mannerisms or what exactly she was saying from your spot, but you could read Loki and Brad’s reactions. Brad was entranced by her, infatuated by her beauty and Loki, was also receiving her well. Giving her a few smiles, which rarely happened, and laughing at her jokes.

It made your blood boil and it was the first time you felt any kind of jealousy when another woman talked to him. It ate you alive from the inside. You crossed your arms as you watched more intently. Some of the other women were watching you and Sarah and Loki, waiting for something to happen, their eyes darting between the three of you for good drama.

Loki was sitting on top of a table, while Brad had stood next to him. Whatever Loki had said to Brad made him move and go back into the break room where there had been treats and booze, leaving Sarah and Loki alone. Sarah then glanced back at you and the other women and smirked, her hand suddenly resting on Loki’s knee, which just sent you over the edge. You moved around the women to grab your coat off the chair and grabbed your keys, the chair spinning in harsh circles as you yanked it off and headed for the exit. Loki was away from Sarah and walking towards you as you stormed out of the front of the precinct and into your car, Loki calling your name as he got outside.

“Wait a second, hold on, hold on!” He yelled as you started the car and he tapped on the window. You hesitated for a second before rolling down the window and he leaned down to look at you inside.

“Is something wrong? You made quiet the scene back there...” He asked and you flicked on your car lights.

“No. Go back inside. I’m sure you have someone waiting.” You said and backed up your car, him yelling wait over and over until you were fully backed up and put your car in park.

“Can we just talk about this? Jesus Christ...” He pushed his hair back into place and you sighed, rubbing a hand over your own eyes in frustration. You shouldn’t be feeling the way you do about him.

“I’m going home... just go back inside.” You tell him and he shakes his head at you, standing literally in front of your car so you can’t move. He moves from the front to the passenger side door and tries to open it but its locked.

“Open the door.” He demanded almost harshly but it was because he was starting to grow angry with the lack of communication. You waited a minute before opening the door. He got in and you sped off, toward the direction of your home.

“What the fuck was that? You embarrassed yourself back there.” He said and huffed at you and you gripped the wheel tighter.

“I made an embarrassment of myself? Sarah fucking Michaels was trying to fuck you in front of the precinct and I made a fool of myself? You’ve got to be shitting me...” You yelled and his eyes furrowed in frustration.

“She wasn’t trying to fuck me; she was just flirting.” He said and you laughed and shook your head.

“She was trying to make me jealous, motherfucker! Fuck!” You yelled again and truly couldn’t believe you were acting this way and how Sarah got under your skin, but your blood was boiling over and the anger just kept spewing out of you.

“You’re jealous of Sarah Michaels trying to get in my pants?” He asked you and you bit the inside of your lip but luckily you were pulling inside of your driveway when he asked it so you quickly got out of the car and headed toward the house. He exited also, hurrying after you grabbing your upper arm when you were trying to unlock the door.

“You’re fucking jealous... Y/n...” He said quietly and you unlocked the door, trying to avoid his gaze. You turned back, holding you hand out and resting it on the frame so he couldn’t get in.

“I think you should leave.” You tell him and he rests his hands on his belt that his badge had always been clipped to.

“I think we should talk about this, don’t you?” He asked you and you shook your head at him.

“No... I don’t think we should.”

“Y/n, I-”

“Please leave.” You almost whisper and look at him, he can see emotion start building up in your eyes, like you were going to cry at any minute.

“I don’t want to leave.” He said and then pushed open the door, which your grip had loosened and you let him. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of you. The entry way was dark, no lights were on and the moon peeking through the windows only lit the house so well. He stood too close, closer than he should have and then it happened. He reached his hands to the back of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, which escalated quickly.

And then it happened. You couldn’t think of anything else for a week before it happened again, and then another time. Those three times were the only times you got a decent sleep with no medication or booze involved.

You should have realized he still thought about it when he mentioned it when he picked you up yesterday morning, you passed it off to deal with the kidnapping.

After the third time, he realized what you both had done and knew it was risking both of your jobs so he decided to not see you anymore. You agreed even though it hurt you when he walked out the door the next day.

It had been over a month since that happened and you thought about it every day.

“We need to find those girls.” That’s what you told him instead of telling him how you really felt. You needed to find those girls, for both of your sakes.

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For the week of 11 November 2019

Quick Bits:

Batman & The Outsiders #7 throws some further ramifications of Ra’s al Ghul and his minions meddling with Duke and Sofia. Some particularly disturbing transformations going on with Duke that should be interesting. The level of intrigue that Bryan Hill is keeping in the story is gripping.

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The Batman’s Grave #2 is another excellent issue. A little more packed with action than the first one, allowing Bryan Hitch to cut loose with some of the sequences. Also, I’m loving the humour that Warren Ellis is giving us between Alfred and Bruce. That acerbic wit is something we’ve seen from Alfred a lot and Ellis just nails the voice.

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Battlepug #3 is more fun from Mike Norton, Allen Passalaqua, and Crank! Some really nice stuff here as Bryony cuts loose on Nobody’s Ponies. I absolutely love the mix of traditional sword and sorcery storytelling with rather over-the-top humour that basically lampoons it at the same time.

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Black Cat Annual #1 is a fun tale of a heist on the Maggia by Black Cat and Spider-Man from Jed MacKay, Joey Vazquez, Natacha Bustos, Juan Gedeon, Brian Reber, and Ferran Delgado. It features the usual humour and action that we see in the series and I quite like how the artists are broken up each following one particular aspect of the story. Though it’s all one narrative, it gives a nice differing feel to each part.

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Black Hammer / Justice League: Hammer of Justice #5 concludes what has been an excellent series from Jeff Lemire, Michael Walsh, and Nate Piekos. Ultimately, this has reminded me of the old JLA/JSA crossovers of old, and just feels great as an overall story. Plus the possibility of seeing a sequel.

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Black Panther and the Agents of Wakanda #3 begins “God Loves, Moon Kills”, another two-parter for this series, from Jim Zub, Lan Medina, Craig Yeung, Marcio Menyz, Federico Blee, and Joe Sabino. I love this story format, giving us essentially quick-hit missions dealing with a problem and then moving on. It’s yielded some pretty tight storytelling and some fascinating situations.

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Family Tree #1 is a phenomenal debut from Jeff Lemire, Phil Hester, Eric Gapstur, Ryan Cody, and Steve Wands. This first issue perfectly captures that insidious nature of family drama mixed with creeping terror and body horror as a bizarre plague begins spreading across America.

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Far Sector #1 is one of the most impressive debuts I’ve read in a long time. NK Jemisin, Jamal Campbell, and Deron Bennett create a rich new world in the City Enduring and a compelling character in the new Green Lantern, Sojourner Mullein. The murder mystery that ties everything together is just the icing on the cake. Incredible world-building here and drop dead gorgeous artwork. Do not miss this.

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The Flash #82 is part one of “Rogues’ Reign” from Joshua Williamson, Rafa Sandoval, Jordi Tarragona, Arif Prianto, and Steve Wands. It features a Central City taken over by the Rogues, transformed into their own personal playgrounds, as the Flash is nowhere to be found. It’s not bad, but the amount you’re going to like it may be relative to how much you’re also enjoying “City of Bane” and the recently concluded similar arc involving the Trickster.

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Folklords #1 is off to a fantastic start from Matt Kindt, Matt Smith, Chris O’Halloran, and Jim Campbell. It starts off with a precocious kid in a fantasy world who’s been having visions of what essentially amounts to our world, whose quest sets out a rather draconian lockdown on their society when the Librarians rein in everyone from illicit action, like finding the Folklords. Highly recommended.

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Hawkman #18 takes a somewhat different approach to Hawkman’s infection than what we’ve seen of the others so far. Rather than being a dark reflection of Hawkman’s own desires, he’s taken over by an Earth-3 incarnation in Sky Tyrant. Robert Venditti, Pat Olliffe, Tom Palmer, Jeremiah Skipper, and Richard Starkings & Comicraft instead use that to play the spirit of our Hawkman against.

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Hit-Girl: Season Two #10 is part two of “India”. The artwork from Alison Sampson and Tríona Farrell is impressive, given an amazing level of detail to bringing Mumbai to life. Brutal and rich in colour.

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House of Whispers #15 takes a new twist as the Corinthian finds the House of Watchers, takes over, and everything changes. Nalo Hopkinson, Dan Watters, Dominike “Dono” Stanton, Zac Atkinson, and AndWorld Design kick off some new terrors as even Erzulie’s status quo is upended, and we get another guest appearance of John Constantine’s homecoming.

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Invaders #11 pushes deeper into Steve and Namor’s history and relationship, as Steve refuses to give up on his old friend. There’s some very heavy, very good character work here as we head into the final issue. Chip Zdarsky, Carlos Magno, Butch Guice, Alex Guimarães, and Travis Lanham continue to astonish at the incredibly high bar they’ve set for this story.

| Published by Marvel

Justice League Odyssey #15 is a fun tale from Dan Abnett, Will Conrad, Rain Beredo, Pete Pantazis, and AndWorld Design. Jessica Cruz leading a rag tag band of villains (and Orion) against Darkseid and the previous JLO turned evil is unfolding as a very entertaining story with some interesting twists. Also, Dex-Starr is awesome.

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Morbius #1 isn’t a bad start from Vita Ayala, Marcelo Ferreira, Roberto Poggi, Dono Sánchez-Almara, and Clayton Cowles. This first issue is largely just action as Morbius sets out on his quest to cure himself, again, but it’s not bad. The art from Ferreira, Poggi, and Sánchez-Almara is very nice.

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Oblivion Song #21 continues the slowburn investigation and reconnaissance of the Faceless Men’s base, as Marco tries to map it out and discover where they’re holding all of the people who decided to stay in Oblivion. Gorgeous artwork from Lorenzo De Felici and Annalisa Leoni as we see more of the Faceless Men’s technology.

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Psi-Lords #6 does a bit more world-building as we find out more about the Psi-Lords and the Starwatchers, even as the four Earthers are beset by the other Marked in a bizarre farce of a trial. Fred Van Lente, Renato Guedes, and Dave Sharpe are telling a pretty great sci-fi adventure tale here. It largely stands alone in the greater Valiant universe framework and deserves more attention than its getting.

| Published by Valiant

Punisher: Soviet #1 is another welcome return to the Punisher by Garth Ennis, stepping back into Frank’s adventures like he never left. Ennis, Jacen Burrows, Guillermo Ortego, Nolan Woodard, and Rob Steen deliver a brutal and bloody beginning as Frank chases down someone who everyone seems to think is him.

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Reaver #5 is a fairly impressive spotlight for Breaker as he does what he really didn’t want to do again in order to help his “friends”. Justin Jordan, Rebekah Isaacs, Alex Guimarães, and Clayton Cowles present a number of twists and surprises in one of the most brutal issues yet.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Ronin Island #8 sees the remaining islanders largely stand together as they try to both stand up to and flee from the Shogun’s soldiers and madness. With a terrible occurrence that looks like it’s going to cause even more problems for the survivors. Giannis Milonogiannis and Irma Kniivila’s art continues to be everything.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Sea of Stars #5 very nicely puts the pieces together as a disconsolate Gil has been captured and basically given up thinking Kadyn dead is brought to the world where his son is about to be gutted. Jason Aaron, Dennis Hallum, Stephen Green, Rico Renzi, and Jared K. Fletcher are telling an incredible story here and this issue throws even more twists at the reader.

| Published by Image

Seven Days #2 unfolds some of the fallout of people learning that they only have seven days left, as the superhero community is enlisted to try to stop whatever the shiny harbinger things are. Gail Simone, José Luís, Jonas Trinidade, Michelle Madsen, and Saida Temofonte are continuing to build an intriguing story here as we get more and more of the breadth of the Catalyst Prime universe.

| Published by Lion Forge / Catalyst Prime

Superman #17 is kind of a housekeeping issue from Brian Michael Bendis, Kevin Maguire, Paul Mounts, and Dave Sharpe, acting as a prologue to “The Truth”. A bit of reflection on the Unity Saga, Event Leviathan, and Year of the Villain.

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Tales from the Dark Multiverse: Blackest Night #1 might well be the best of these one-shots yet. Tim Seeley, Kyle Hotz, Dexter Vines, Walden Wong, Danny Miki, David Baron, Allen Passalaqua, and Tom Napolitano give us a bleak look at a world where Sinestro chose not to share the power of the White Lantern light and essentially everything fell to Nekron and the Black Lanterns. It’s a very unique take on the zombie apocalypse on its own, made more interesting as a fallen Sinestro, Lobo, and Dove try to save this universe. The art from Hotz, Vines, Wong, Miki, Baron, and Passalaqua is perfect.

| Published by DC Comics

Trees: Three Fates #3 continues to build up the weird atmosphere from last issue, then turns around and focuses on more of the gritty aspects of Oleg, Mik, and Nina. Gorgeous artwork all throughout from Jason Howard and Dee Cunniffe.

| Published by Image

Triage #3 shifts to Commander Marco’s reality as the group flee from the Hunter. I really like what Phillip Sevy and Frank Cvetkovic have been doing with this story. Great high concept, but the interpersonal relationships are where it’s really at.

| Published by Dark Horse

Usagi Yojimbo #6 is a beautiful updating and embellishment of the very first story of Usagi from Albedo by Stan Sakai and Tom Luth. This single issue story really captures the spirit and magic of all of Sakai’s stories, wonderfully portraying his mix of action and folklore.

| Published by IDW

Vampirella/Red Sonja #3 explores more of what the Russians were doing in regards to Drakulon and more. More very nice humour from Jordie Bellaire in the interactions between Vampirella and Sonja.

| Published by Dynamite

Wonder Woman #82 begins “The Wild Hunt” from the new creative team of Steve Orlando, Kieran McKeown, Scott Hanna, Romulo Fajardo Jr., and Pat Brosseau. It very much continues on from the plot threads and elements of the previous run, continuing to build on the current conflict between Wonder Woman and Cheetah.

| Published by DC Comics

X-Men #2 is pretty damn great, going back to the big and wild ideas bringing new elements into the X-universe, all while Cyclops gives some of the strangest parenting. Jonathan Hickman, Leinil Francis Yu, Garry Alanguilan, Sunny Gho, and Clayton Cowles give us a new mystery with the arrival of Arakko and the first of -|A|-’s missing original horsemen.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Age of Conan: Valeria #4, Agents of Atlas #4, Catwoman #17, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor Holiday Special #1, The Dollhouse Family #1, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark #10, Firefly: The Sting, Future Foundation #4, Ghosted in LA #5, GI Joe: A Real American Hero #268, Girl on Film, Go Go Power Rangers #25, Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy #3, History of the Marvel Universe #5, Marvel Action: Spider-Man #11, Midnight Vista #3, Moonshine #13, Runaways #27, RWBY (print) #2, RWBY (digital) #6, Savage Sword of Conan #11, Star Wars #74, Star Wars: Jedi - Fallen Order: Dark Temple #4, Star Wars: Target Vader #5, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #50

Recommended Collections: Babyteeth - Volume 3, Dark Red - Volume 1, Fallen World, GLOW - Volume 1: Versus the Star Primas, Justice League - Volume 4: The Sixth Dimension, Savage Avengers - Volume 1: City of Sickles, Star Wars: Age of Resistance - Heroes, Star Wars Adventures - Volume 7: Pomp and Circumstance, Wonder Twins - Volume 1: Activate

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intheheartofthematter · 5 years

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TFBM "Lioness" (Source: Flickr/ exodus-travels)

Photo by Gramps, Nov ‘68, 4th birthday, Knott’s Berry Farm... Knott’s first every visit for little cars, farm animals, horse rides.

TFBM 2016 “Happy Birthday, Dad! I love and miss you! (I sang Happy Birthday, too) First birthday since...” ❤️

TFBM 2013 (Three months after my grandpa died, his dad) “Today is my Dad's birthday. I called him and he's really sick again, and sounds so depressed. He says he's getting old and he's so tired of being in pain and stuck in a wheelchair and in a nursing home. He doesn't want me to visit him today, but said maybe tomorrow. As usual, he let me go quickly, said he needed his pain shot and then said, I love you, through tears, almost sobs and hung up. It's so hard and I don't know what else I can do for him. I just needed to say something, think out loud.”

TFBM 2014 (Bill Eppridge—LIFE Picture Collection) “In late 1968, not long after famously capturing Robert Kennedy's assassination, Bill Eppridge spent two healing months among wild horses in the fabled landscape of the American West.”

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Sent to me shortly before he died, ‘So you won’t forget me’ I never could. I will remember you throughout eternity! ❤️

A couple of my Grandpa’s late years ‘wild horses’ paintings *card size prints in an album

Tonight! Tuesday Tuck In

One tradition passed down from my grandparents & dad💕 My baby at Knott’s riding horses there like me when little. And, just like me, didn’t want to get off when time was up.

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I’m hoping to find photos showing how different Knott’s was when I was little. I’d like to point out my favorite memories. The farm animals area had a mascot dog, Queenie, who was always a tail-wagging greeter. She was the first one I wanted to go see and hug and get face-licks from. Just like Lassie, they were brilliant in naming each same breed dog Queenie over the years, when one would pass. Later, Knott’s Scary Farm and Knott’s Merry Farm came into existence. T likes to go to the Halloween Haunt every year. I used to go all the time, too. Since my birthday is just two days after Halloween it’s usually celebrated in some Halloween combination. I remember when I went to Knott’s Scary Farm with my friends for my 16th birthday and I couldn’t wait to visit the farm. “Farm?” Yeah, it’s still here although not a main attraction now. I went home with a Red Satin bunny. I named her Pumpkin.

An oil painting by my grandpa. A couple of detail shots...

I couldn’t avoid the lighting on it in my room...

I have a small oil painting of cats, given to me when I was a little girl, and three of his pen etchings; a fox, a rabbit, and my favorite of a tree. I also have two paintings of flowers I asked for. All used to be up on the walls in my homes. T has a few of them in my stored belongings at their place, as well as my piano. I hope they don’t get damaged at any point. There’s a sad story about a lot of my grandfather’s work, and who has them, who avoided me after the funeral. My family out there say they will try to figure out a way to get them back, but I know they won’t, or can’t. This woman is wealthy and thinks she’s entitled. Anyway, it’s not important. My family who have paintings of his offered them to me, to take them down off of their walls (of course I couldn’t take them)... this woman avoided me at all costs, with several excuses, until I had to leave. I don’t know why they’re so important to her! Anyway, this painting was one that my dad loved. He had it hanging in his homes for years. When he became paralyzed, he pleaded with the doctors to let him go home again. Once he pushed through physical therapy and proved he was strong enough to do it, they released him. But, sadly, his roommate came home one day to a tipped over wheelchair, blood (and more) all over the walls and floor, and my dad missing. Thankfully, a neighbor heard him cry out and called an ambulance. We had no idea which hospital he was taken to. By the time I found him, walking into the ER room sectionals, the nurse across the way told the others, his DR says he’s DNR. I looked over and saw that it was my dad... too many details to tell it all, but I said, “No he’s not! Resuscitate him right now!” Who are you? - His daughter. What doctor said that? He’s fired. And I had her call my dad’s Internal Medicine doctor, who agreed to become his primary doctor. Too many details, but even after all that happened, they didn’t insert the tube correctly, and I pointed that out, because they were saying it was useless that he was going to die. So, they rushed him to x-ray and found out I was right, and corrected it. Everything was a nightmare. There’s so much more. He had a raging staph infection. His skin was discolored throughout his entire body, looking leopard-like. They said he wouldn’t recover from it... just like when they wanted me to pull the plug and he fully recovered. It goes on and on... too much to think about, really. But, that’s when the doctor did the dirty work for me and told him that he had to go back to a nursing home. Anyway, this painting, and some of my dad’s other belongings (when I moved him out of that house with his roommate), was kept in the warehouse where I worked. When I finally got my piano and the other stuff out of there only a few years ago, I planned to bring this painting to my dad and hang it in his room at the home. He was looking forward to it, but then his health took a turn, and he died before I could bring it to him. So, it’s been sitting in my room since... painting side against the wall, to protect it, braced by other things. If I could get my own place, I would hang them all again. I think at this point, we’re stuck here until spring, losing more money to rent, medical, meds and all in the meantime. I just hope that nothing changes by spring and we can still make this happen before I won’t be able to contribute anything or do for myself in that way. We’ll see 🙏🏻

Oh! I almost forgot! Look what I came across yesterday: baby...

I noticed my photos program created this video this August. It’s mostly of Aiden (T’s Make-A-Wish kitty) one of the last times when he was real sick, and I’m also trying to connect on Skype with T for him in the video, lol... It helped him a lot. We finally managed to get through to each other. They Skyped daily a few times... he was anticipating it in the one shot. It was awful how he died. Just like my dad. Neither should have gone through what they did. I can’t let that happen to Marozi. Everyone needs to brace themselves soon. Neither my aunt or T are ready to have him put down, and I talk about it all the time, but both keep saying he’s better in between... For what? Half a day? Anyway, dreading it, too. But I can’t experience more like that. I just can’t. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen and been through too much already. The flashbacks of both of them are hard. And, not just of them... of the children I watched die in the hospital, of all of the medical stuff I saw with my kid, my dad, Alex, others and my beloved animals, too. I just can’t. But, here’s the video... strange... the music doesn’t fit either. And, although Aiden looks awful in these photos, it’s not so bad that I wince and cringe and feel that deep emotional pain. Just sharing to get it out, I guess:

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Currently watching, The Last Airbender, on our new 55″ TV. Not bad. Theater sound. Our old TV went out two days ago. Waiting to hear if T & Alexandria are coming over for AHS. I have the house to myself for a few hours. Relaxing now... Trying to get my symptoms to calm down. Hours late on meds. Still can’t go without them. I guess I need Prednisone this time. I don’t think life will ever be easy for me. Ever. Nothing new. I have to accept that, and have, and will. (Wed. 1:45pm)

(Art by willow-s-linda) - 9/26/19 2:18-2:42pm

Oh! You want to know what’s happening...

Well, T & Alexandria came over last night, but didn’t stay as late as usual. In part because my brother had to drive them home and needed to get up early today because he went to Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights. It must be nice to receive disability and health insurance and spend most of your time watching TV or playing video games or constantly going to amusement parks... Bitter, who me? And, I wasn’t feeling well, with my head foggy, so I didn’t feel like talking about any plans or progress on their part and they didn’t bring it up either. But, today, feeling worse I wrote to T. No response yet, but classes and work, etc. I’ll just paste screenshots. I left one little part out that is a little too personal to disclose publicly. Even if no response really, just knowing someone cares and listens is comforting (and I might delete a few later, but leave one that gives the gist for reference remembrance). I have to fwd them to be able to add here. I need a few. OK, here we go:

Maybe I said too much and it will just be skimmed again. But, I text, sent a detailed email before, and talk in person when I see them when I can and it doesn’t seem like I’m getting through to them. T tends to go into denial about the seriousness of a lot of things. I think it’s a coping mechanism. Like with Aiden and Marozi. Anyway, I noticed a few typos, too. Whatever. And, I typed loops instead of hoops (make you go through), but it feels more like loops, so it’s fitting, lol. I’m propped up in the living room chair with my support cushions and pillows, since my brother’s not here to take over the chair, and just made myself Double Spice Chai in my Stitch mug, and hope to find a movie to distract myself with for the time being. Hope your day is going smoothly! :)

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New listing townhouse. I went ahead and sent the link, saying that if we could get a different lender and a little more offered (not much more) this would be ideal. Coupled with my subtle joke, the funny part was in the real estate wording, trying to make it sound like an automatic chair was a big selling point: “What a deal!’’ (I don’t think they thought it was funny.)

Hard to see, but the stair chair is to the right, top of stairs.

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Peppermint tea and lights off, darkening blinds closed, diffusing a mix of Frankincense, Eucalyptus and Rosemary for the first hour. Next, I’ll add Peppermint and Lavender. The baby wants in with me so bad. He keeps rattling the doorknob and meowing in such a sorrowful way. He leaves and then comes back. It’s mid-afternoon. He can cat nap on the cat tree.

Putin will try a few scare tactics, through his cronies, but will let it go, not really caring. He has other tactics to gain his end, but I don’t think he realizes just how outdated most are, lol. It’s kind of funny to watch. But, on the serious side, it’s scary.

Frankincense, Eucalyptus, Rosemary, Peppermint and Lavender is an odd combination. I’m mostly smelling the Frankincense and Eucalyptus now. The others must have brought out those two to the forefront. Frankincense helps boost the immune system and reduces inflammation. Eucalyptus stimulates the immune system, relaxes sore muscles, helps with depression and fatigue, sinus and allergies, and mental exhaustion; per science.

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#FBF This goes with the Knott’s stuff (Camp Snoopy)

WAIT! Something’s happening behind the scenes, like... I hear whispers and see many faces and finger pointing... what is it? WHAT IS IT? This pinned tweet is a distraction, a place holder, something people will stay with mentally, his signal to the alt right? I can’t tell. It’s a signal but for what? To who? Something’s going on. I hope it’s not something devastating. Stay vigilant whoever you are. I need to tune in, focus to see. WTH Trump? (Fri 9/27 8:45 pm)

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I’m using this song to help focus...

Yes, I can. You underestimate me. Give it to me. IT, explosion, something missing. OK, blocking with energy.

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I Am Lion

+ Still no response from T even after I wrote again today... I gave them a percentage of the original lender offer to deposit into their savings account to show we had at least that much for a down payment. Since it’s taking so long and doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen I’ve repeatedly told them both I need that money back to either use to afford moving/living expenses on my own, or medical if I’m without insurance much longer (part of the reason to move out of state), or to redeposit into the account it came from before the end of the year, if we move but not until spring, so I don’t get penalized for taking out too much this year without investment or proof of other mentioned.

Lemongrass tx alone right now, might add a few others.

Cliff Burton has a few things to say in my last personal post. I’ll be adding them soon… lending his energy. Thanks for reminding me Faith No More. And, get well, James… I’ll be with you soon in energy. too. You’ve been through enough. And you’ve remained one of the nicest guys I know. Remember. (Yeah, I sound crazy. Who cares. I know what I’m doing.) Here’s this for now, live footage, from “Ride The Lightning” =

For Whom the Bell Tolls (9/28 4:24)

(5:23) Are you listening to the bass too?

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The Call of Ktulu

The Four Horsemen

And, what do you know... I got a response, finally. It looks like I possibly can get insurance through them. Will be checking out the link sent to me soon. Fingers crossed.

Lemongrass tx, now with Teatree, Lavender & Cedarwood too.

OK, I’ll admit it, I’m slow because I haven’t been feeling well. We got part of it figured out... I used a “green” light, “green” in the Metallica song... money is “green”... Trump is suddenly receiving a lot of money, so they say... a golf course is “green”. IT, Intelligence Test, [What is an IT raid? IDK] (IT, Institute of Technology; IT, In Training...) Thank God for energy in the meantime... still need more.

Ohhh!!! IT, Income Tax [raid]. “Green” is money, and sudden donations, tax evasion… Trump! OK, we’ve gotten a little farther… oh, this is good. OK, golf resorts are “green”, too. Whispering on the “green”. Those who can do are you listening? Do the math… you’ve got this! There’s more. I’ll keep on, too.

I keep getting Moscow. Not Russia. Not Putin. Moscow. I don’t understand.

Even though T gave me info, and said they could give me the money back, nothing more was said. I told T to hang onto it for now and explained no rush, but by mid December at latest to redeposit if we don’t move before spring or if I need it sooner for medical expenses. Asked what they’re thinking at this point and an important question to be able to get the insurance too. I think they’re upset with me. But, come on... I’ve been more than fair and patient until now, when I have pressing matters. It’s sad and sucks. Everything.

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stopforamoment · 6 years

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Part Three: I Am Wonder Woman (Series 14, Part 3 of 15)

Series Fourteen: Halloween Hijinks (15 Parts)

Part Three: I Am Wonder Woman (Series 14, Part 3 of 15)

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Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda Parks

Word Count: 1,523

Rating: M for Language

Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @bobasheebaby for still being a part of the journey!

Series Summary: It’s Halloween! Bastien and Rinda are settling into their relationship, and Queen Riley enlists Rinda’s help to plan a Halloween Festival at her duchy.

Chapter Summary: Rinda is a crazy train hot mess as she helps plan the Halloween Festival. Hey, she’s Rinda!

Part Three: I Am Wonder Woman (Series 14, Part 3 of 15)

“Where in the Great Pumpkin did I leave my brains this time????”

It was Rinda’s notebook where she had checklists and her scribbles when an idea or another to-do item popped into her head. Everything was in that notebook, and she couldn’t find it. Again.

Henry sighed and retraced his mom’s steps for her, and he found it on a hay bale that was several yards away. In the beginning of the afternoon he teased his mom, telling her that she was the last one to use it, so she should know. Or he’d try to talk her though her last steps, just like Bonk did for him, to help her remember. But it was a long day and there was still a lot to do. It was in everyone’s best interest for him, Phillip, and Alex to keep track of the notebook for her and run the various errands she needed during set up.

But the boys didn’t mind. They had bragging rights that they got to help with the festival, AND King Liam and Queen Riley said they could spend the night at the duchy after the festival.

Now Rinda was mumbling to herself, asking and answering her own questions, looking around and pointing to things to reassure herself that yes, they were finished. Everyone who knew Rinda knew this was normal, and the staff at the duchy quickly learned that Rinda was quirky—and good natured. She was the first to laugh at herself, and really, she didn’t mind if they laughed with her. And they weren’t expected to respond to her Rinda Rambles—unless she lost her brains. Then she needed all the help she could get until someone found that notebook for her—again.

The planning had actually started weeks ago. The staff and event planners at the duchy had strict orders to listen to Rinda and follow her every order, no matter what. At first everything went well. The staff knew that everyone on the security team was an amazing teacher and they were excited to work together to make the night a success for all of the families. However, they didn’t realize that Rinda was a spitballer who would come up with the craziest ideas that she would work through. Sometimes the ideas were so crazy that she realized it right away. Other times, she needed other people to bring her back to reality. The security team was used to it, and they knew they could always call Rinda out on her crazy-ass shit. However, the staff didn’t have permission to do this. When Rinda realized the stress she was putting on them she felt horrible and quickly went to Gladys to apologize and figure out a way for staff to feel comfortable giving her the constructive feedback she needed so they could work as a team.

The compromise was that any staff member could politely, and professionally, tell Rinda that an idea “sounded similar to what Duchess Carmine did years ago.” Then Rinda knew she was being crazy train and unreasonable, and she would thank the staff member for telling her and say “we can’t do that, then. Everything must be different now that Queen Riley is here.” The poor staff, dealing with Rinda the clueless Wisconsin girl. She didn’t realize it was unreasonable to ask if a large field of corn could be planted in spring so they could do a haunted corn maze the following fall.

At first the staff was receptive. A small patch of corn in a garden? Yes. Of course.

Rinda looked at them in confusion. No. A corn maze. You know. It takes at least 3 acres and miles of trail, so it can take 45 minutes to get through them. And you have to plot the maze out ahead of time and cut the paths as the corn grows.

The staff looked at each other for a few minutes, unsure of what to say. But Rinda saw their polite reaction and helped them. “Did Duchess Carmine already try that?”

Gladys snickered. “Rinda, I don’t think even Duchess Carmine tried something that large scale.” Fortunately, there WAS a hedge maze that was already full grown. Perhaps that could become a haunted maze? And after a few minutes of laughing at herself for being such a Wisconsinite, Rinda profusely apologized and agreed that yes, that would be more than perfect. In fact, “it would be quite posh.” Then Rinda winked at Gladys to thank her for stopping the crazy train.

Gladys and her staff finally got comfortable enough with Rinda to bluntly say the word “dove” or the phrase “that’s not phoenix.” They were telling her no, without actually saying it, and Rinda loved it. Now they were working like a team.

Rinda also talked with Gladys to get her perspective on whether or not to use apples at the festival. Carmel apples, cider, and bobbing for apples were popular traditions, and it would be perfect to use Cordonian apples. However, since the orchards were burned Rinda didn’t want to use the scarce apples that could be sold for profit or used to feed local families. They decided to skip bobbing for apples and they’d have hot chocolate instead of cider. Caramel apples would be available, but donations would be accepted to help the farmers whose livelihood was impacted by the fire.

And while they were at it, they decided to cut corners on some of the decorating and activities, and instead put the money toward a free dinner for the families. Other staff members weighed in, giving suggestions to trim the budget, and they found volunteers who would donate food, help prepare it, and serve it. Bastien and Mara were able to handle the security concerns, and Rinda gave everyone a group hug. It really would be the perfect evening, and everyone was in agreement that Duchess Carmine had NOT done this before.

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The night before the festival the security team and their partners stayed until the bitter end, and finally everything was ready. There were two haunted house sections in the duchy—one for younger children who were accompanied by an adult, and a scarier version for the older children. The haunted maze was for the older children. Some of the local high school students agreed to dress up and be actors in the maze and haunted house, and they would lurk in the corners and wait for the children who met up with . . . a dead end. For younger children there was a well-lit spooky path.

The menagerie was a petting zoo--well, at least with the animals that seemed kid-friendly. Rinda learned that Maxwell Beaumont had several peacocks, and she asked if the peacocks could visit for the evening. Maxwell was so excited that families could enjoy his beautiful peacocks, and Rinda didn’t have the heart to tell him why she really wanted the peacocks there. They made the creepiest noises that were perfect for a scary Halloween evening, and she knew from her visits at the Milwaukee County Zoo that they were fine to roam around the grounds (although Maxwell promised to corral them if they became a nuisance).

Outside they had separate stations for carving pumpkins and painting pumpkins. Leaf piles. Hay rides, and Queen Riley’s horse Marabelle’s Dream was helping to pull the wagon. A graveyard area with large tombstones for children to play ghosts in the graveyard or hide and seek. Throughout the festival area there were several stops where children could yell “trick or treat!” to get candy. And Drake insisted that they have a fire pit where children could roast marshmallows and make s’mores.

Everyone flumped on the ground, too tired to move. But they had to. Tomorrow was a long day. A fun day, but a long day.

Bastien needed to stay at the duchy and finalize some security details, but he would see Rinda after school the next day. Before Rinda left, Bastien gave her a well-deserved head and neck massage, and when the tension finally left her body, Bastien held her as she fell asleep. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her body as she snuggled against him, the softness of her curls as he kissed her head. He had gotten used to sleeping next to her, wrapping his arms around her as he fell asleep, and Bastien knew he wouldn’t sleep as well without his Tria. So he held her just a little bit longer before waking her up. When they said their goodbyes, Henry hugged his Bonk just a little bit tighter as Bastien whispered that he loved his Knuddelbär and couldn’t wait for tomorrow when they’d see each other again. Rinda gave Bastien a small smile as she stood on tiptoes to hug him goodnight, and when he lifted her up she wrapped her legs around him and hugged him close. “I love you, Tiger. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Tria. So, so much.”

When he set her down, Rinda playfully booped Bastien’s nose. “Now go get ‘em, Tiger!”

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7 Facts About Izzy + 1 About her Soul Steed

@daine-s-adventures tagged me to do this 8 facts about thing that I know nothing about beyond what was posted, so random 8 facts about my SSO character, here we come! Well, 7. And the last one relates more to Copper because I couldn’t think of another one for Izzy.

1. She was raised by her single father and paternal grandparents.

I know I’ve mentioned her father before in the majority of things I’ve written regarding her history because they were very close, but to restate and elaborate, Izzy was raised by her father and her grandparents, on his side of the family, and they all lived on a ranch in SW Florida where they raised, bred, and trained mostly American Quarters and Paints. Her father is a rider and trainer of some renown that has traveled the country to show at the national level and to do clinics on the family’s way of working with horses. Her mother’s relationship with her father was relatively short-lived; she liked him and he liked her, but, ultimately, their passions were just too different, so she moved on, and wasn’t quite prepared to be a mother. Thus, the tight-as-glue relationship between her and her father, Remy, was born. She writes regular letters home to him to keep him posted on her Jorvegian adventures, though they’re grown a bit more few and far between in pressing times, and she’s done her best to shield him from the reality of the events she has found herself in... Though it’s getting harder to pretend like she’s just been leading a normal, horse-oriented life considering so many of her adventures are of the more magical and mysterious type.

2. She wears her heart on her sleeve, but romance is a bit complicated to her.

Maybe it sounds a little cliche or dramatic to say just about everything changed when Izzy moved to Jorvik to experience the island’s connection and way with horses, and possibly to attend the riding academy, but it pretty much did. Magical adventures aside, she also wound up with feelings for one particular circus master. And Izzy’s the kind of person that wears her heart on her sleeve and looks for the best in people, especially people she cares about. And he was charming and she ended up spending a lot of time around him after initially helping set up his circus. Some of it struck her as odd, but she was also being pulled into the middle of a centuries old battle between good and evil, so a lot seemed odd. Maybe part of her problem now is that she’s never exactly been in a relationship, so, for a while, she wasn’t sure how to or if she even wanted to label her relationship with Ydris. And now she’s torn between what everyone else is calling the inevitable (insert, curse your inevitable but hurtful betrayal meme here) and a deep sympathy for someone who’s cause is just, even if his methods are far from what everyone would prefer. For someone in their first relationship, she certainly had to go and fall in love with a right complicated bastard, didn’t she? Oops. >.>

3. She probably gets along best with Linda.

I imagine Linda as perhaps the most understanding and in-tune with Izzy’s position and feelings about things of the three Soul Riders we currently have met. Lisa’s anger over Anne stung more than Izzy would like to admit, and she doesn’t quite feel her to be completely approachable for it. Alex, on the other hand, is approachable and amicable as well, but Linda and Izzy share a passion and fascination for reading and learning about their adventures and the island. Meteor’s also pretty humorous, too.

4. The Druids, on the other hand? O o f. Except Evergray.

The longer she has been on Jorvik, the more her faith in trusting the Druids has been tested. She’s seen her fellow Soul Riders struggle with it, too, and, considering everything, she’s not sure she likes how little they tell sometimes. While she’s not quite sure how her feelings are working out about Ydris, his point of view certainly didn’t help her trust, and Evergray’s been to Pandoria, too. She sees him as far more open-minded about things and trusts his judgement, whereas she’s feeling more and more that the Druids are maybe a bit too stuck in their ways. She’s experienced frustration with the figuratively closed doors in her face, the lack of answer, and still being treated like she doesn’t know enough. But the problem is she doesn’t, and no one is helping her with that on this side.

But her and Evergray clicked quickly. He’s perhaps the only one with a solid relation to the Druids that she really trusts. And he’d be a damn cool uncle to have, no lie. Uncle Everett can visit her anytime.

5. She wants needs to save Pandoria.

Circling back to her deep sympathy and bleeding heart, Ydris’s story has given her an undying need to find a way to save both Jorvik and Pandoria, and that plays a role in how frustrated she is now with the Druids. To her, there has to be a way, if only the Druids would look past the narrow thought that Pandoria is dangerous and something to be feared. Fear clouds judgement, and she happens to believe now more than ever that the Druids suffer from a decent amount of skewed judgement. She can’t quite understand why she feels so strongly about it internally - the idea that they might not be able to do both even brings up some anger and rage for the unjustice of it, but some pieces of the “goddess reincarnate” puzzle may or may not be clicking into place somewhere in her mind’s subconscious.

6. I don’t necessarily think she’ll have Pandoric scars. But “tattoos.”

But she will have something. Since it’s highly likely, and basically all but confirmed in my head, that she’s the reincarnation of Aideen, I think that power will override the effects of Pandoria on an otherwise human body. But I think it would be cool if, when she tapped into her full potential and powers, she had something like the Will Tattoos form like in the Fable franchise, only in runic designs and Pandoric pink in color. In Fable, they’re basically glowing, scar-like features that glow and appear stronger the more you use Will (which is the magic in the game) and they look like this (x) (the blue glowy stuff). They fade over time if you use less Will, and can eventually disappear, but I think in Izzy’s case, they’d remain as faint lines, almost like scars, but more “tattoo”-esque in nature. I’ve felt for a long time that Goddess!Izzy fully awakened would be massively pissed that her beautiful island and horses are under such great threat, that her Soul Riders have been so thoroughly tested and battle-worn, that Pandoria is suffering... And she’d totally fucking wear pink war paint and you can’t change my mind.

7. On that note, she is capable of Soul Rider powers, but also more Pandoric-style magic.

She can use healing abilities of the Star Circle, foresee things like the Moon Circle, travel to and survive Pandoria in a way akin to powers of the Sun Circle, and use offensive attacks like those of the Lightning Circle, but I also imagine her maybe more as a traditional spell slinger, without the need for incantation or wand or rune stick - capable of the more unknown Pandorian magic style that I’m pretty sure at this point fuels a lot of the power and magic of Jorvik. But, since I’m starting to see Aideen as maybe one of these mysterious Pandoric figures like Fripp and Ydris, she can naturally tap into this potential, if any of that makes any sense? xD

She can kick ass and take names at the height of her power, is basically what you need to know. But, of course, since the Druids have been so damn tight-lipped, she’s got a ways to go before she’s understood and realized all of this potential hiding away in her.

8. SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE NIGHTDUST STORYLINE. But Copperflame doesn’t change colors, necessarily, like a Jorvik Wild Horse...

Or Nightdust. While my first reaction to Nightdust’s new look post the quests, I think what I’d really imagine for Copper is “Will Tattoos” for him, too, mimicking the kind of runic designs on the statues in Guardian’s Dale, and a sort of glowing aura like Concorde has in SSL 3, with a Pandoric pink glow to his eyes, his wings, and maybe glowing hooves. Maybe this is simply because I have no idea what color he should change into if they did something like Nightdust’s coat because even though gold is what we traditionally associate with Aideen, I don’t think Copper should be gold. But, I mean, I’m also imagining him rn as a big, fluffy painted draft cross, soooo... I would be happy with some glowing eyes and updated, more permanent/usable wings. xD @SSO, pls let me have a draft build for my starter pon? Can you imagine how cool? How more customizable it would be if we could choose a build type for our starter on top of more customization of their coats? Skreeee???

It’d require a lot of work, obvs, that whole ordeal, but it’d make for some really snazzy cutscene moments and cool game play akin to the excitement of rescuing Justin and figuring out we could fly. Just sayin’.

#sso #star stable online #writing #isabella burnett #izzy burnett #my oc #sso oc #sso headcanons

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'THANOS'S GRANDAUGHTER: GO SUCK EGGS GRANDPA!' DEPT.

'The title means exactly what the words say: NAKED Lunch - a frozen moment where everyone sees exactly what is on the end of every fork.'

-William Burroughs, from the foreword notes for the novel 'Naked Lunch'.

THE GATEKEEPERS!

As may not possibly surprise you lot, we've run afoul of some of the more humourless elements of fandom in our time. This is probably down to the fact that we don't take superhero comics very seriously but are utterly enamoured of some of the more sillier elements of history. True story. We were once told off by a man in Green Lantern fangroup (We were bored.) because we thought that the origin of Kyle Rayner is so nakedly Freudian and 'Will this do?' to be hilarious.

To recap:

On a planet called Oa exists a race of short, bald humanoids with large heads called The Guardians. The Guardians believe in enforcing Order in the universe and go about this by way of selecting the most suitable candidate (called a Green Lantern.) of each sector of the universe to be given a power ring that does whatever the wearer can imagine. This ring had no effect on anything yellow due to a necessary flaw in the design to stop the wearer from having absolute power. Also, it has to be recharged every 24 hours.

Our sector of the universe is 2814, and of the 7200 Lanterns patrolling the universe at any given time, ours was a chap called Hal Jordan. Very strong-willed, very daring. Hal got the ring off an alien called Abin Sur who was on his way to give either him or a ginger bloke with a Moe haircut called Guy. Hal happened to be closer than Guy, so got the ring.

Hal Jordan went onto be a successful Green Lantern for several years but things went terribly wrong when a big yellow space tyrant called Mongul, teaming with a cyborg pretending to be Superman destroyed Hal's home of Coast City, murdering tens of thousands of people and left Hal shattered, feeling he'd failed in his duty as Earth's protector.

The loss of everything Hal cared about sent him insane, and he attempted to resurrect his destroyed home using the power ring, but he could only achieve a replica of what he'd lost and the ring wasn't designed to create that much matter for a presumably infinite period of time. His perceived second failure cemented his full breakdown, and he went on a murderous rampage in order to gather as many Green Lantern rings as possible on the way to returning to Oa is seize the original Green Lantern ring. Things go quite wrong as Hal murders the entire Lantern Corp and all but one of the Guardians: Ganthet.

Ganthet, a wee blue fella cosplaying as Orko off the He-Man cartoons pegs it back to Earth. Once there, he floats to L.A., sees a drunk bloke taking a piss against a wall and gives him the final power ring before sodding off, exclaiming 'The Ring will sort you, mate. No worries.'

A BLUE SPACE MIDGET IN A RED DRESS GIVES A DRUNK LAD ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPONS IN THE UNIVERSE AND THEN FUCKS OFF IS THE ORIGIN OF KYLE RAYNER, GREEN LANTERN OF EARTH.*

This would be weird as a 1960's comic but at least the DC Editors of the '60s had no idea any of this stuff would be reprinted and pored (Hi, Donald.) over by future generations. Supergirl is having a relationship with a fella who turns into her horse but she doesn't know about it? Fine. There's a space creature from the fifth dimension who has a real thing for winding up Superman every ninety days and can only be stopped by tricking him into saying his name backwards? Gotcha. Batman owns a dog who fights crime but wears a mask on patrol so no one will link Ace The Bat-Hound with Bruce Wayne. Of COURSE. Beppo The Super-Monkey? PRINT IT! Who will care in five years? Who will even remember, right?

Green Lantern 50 (2nd series, 1994) was published post Watchmen, post Dark Knight Returns, post Brat Pack and all of the other silly 'Corporate Superheroes Can Be For Adults' malarkey. We were now aware of subtext, metaphor, aspirational text and either this is a daft attempt at being a mature comic (which given it features a nervous breakdown, genocide, the total psychological breakdown of one of the icons of the DCU and the first example of 'Fridging' quite soon after, it ought to be.) or it's a very bad attempt at pitching a superhero comic at the kids.

The real answer was of course that DC were trying to get attention back they'd lost to the Marvel Superstar period and subsequent formation of Image. Superman grew a mullet, Batman needed a wheelchair and was replaced with a religious nutter wearing Vatican levels of gold, Wonder Woman was replaced with a giant legged redhead, The Flash broke his leg. It was all kicking off.

But we always found the whole Kyle thing hilarious, and when making our usual jokes about it ('Good thing Ganthet didn't run into Richard Pryor!', etc.) we were scolded. It turns out the story had been rewritten a bit as part of something called Green Lantern: Rebirth so it made a bit more sense. Lord knows some of our best friends are comic fans, but when they start quoting the continuity of a DC comic with capitals like they WERE reciting THE Bible and Geoff Johns DID make it GOOD, we get a bit scared.

All that was a recap of 5 comics. (Green Lantern 47-50 and Superman 80) and was almost impossible to recap straight. When we tried to give a factual, chronological accounting of these comics, we weren't capable of throwing in a few puns. And circa 1989-1993, nor were the staff of Marvel Year In Review.

When people try to contemplate the early 90's and Marvel, they think of Spider-Man 1, X-Force 1, X-Men 1. If you narrow the field down to Marvel Magazines, probably the movie adaptations, poster specials and most likely the BEAUTIFUL Marvel Illustrated Swimsuit Editions. Few will remember the spectacular Marvel Year In Review annuals. That's a shame, because with one notable exception* it was the last time they displayed an ability to take the mick out of themselves beside the better issues of John Byrne's run on She-Hulk or the comedy title 'What The--?!' (also canceled, sadly in 1993.).

Marvel Year In Review, in theory, was probably originally designed to be exactly that: A chronological overview of every comic published by Marvel over the previous 12 months. That sounds simple enough but can you imagine being the poor saps who not only have to read all those comics but attempt to sum them up as a factual synopsis. The work and time we just put into four issues of Green Lantern was murder and at least interesting things happened in those books. 'Hey, Dwight here's all of Acts Of Vengeance to work out, and see if you can explain what a Captain Universe is and why Spidey might become possessed by his powers, there's a pie in it for you. Barry, you got Atlantis Attacks.' Interns were probably diving out of the window at the sight of editor Bobbie Chase approaching them with a stack of Alpha Flight.

So rather than put out another dry, just the facts ma'am comic to sit along Marvel Age, The Offical Handbook Of The Marvel Universe or Marvel Preview, they changed gears. Marvel opted for a magazine format with covers emulating the likes of Time and later National Lampoon and sadly unnoticed New York-centric mag Spy. The early issues provided something of a review of the year but in journalistic form for some of the bigger events juxtaposed with pieces on 'Best and Worst Dressed' and ads for products like Damage Control, who would sort out your house if it'd been trashed in a fight between The Hulk and The Wrecker, a tourist ad for Latveria, posters for the new Simon Williams film or a flyer for the next Dazzler disco compilation. Long before Alex Ross painted every last rock on Ben Grimm's back, Marvel TYIR gave you an insight into what it would be like to be a resident of the Marvel Universe reading a 616 style issue of National Lampoon.

MYIR also ran interviews with various superheroes, (Including Rick Jones recounting the time he met Elvis, by far the best thing to come out of Infinity Gauntlet/War/Crusade.) a review of Nightcat's debut album, an appetite suppressant for Galactus, the 'Who Died This Year, Who Came Back From The Dead and Who Managed To Stay Dead' update, an expose of Genosha's tourist, a create your own 90's superhero name and origin generator (which turned out to be surprisingly accurate.) an account of two disenfranchised rival employees's visit to the Marvel Offices and ooh, loads more.

This is speculation on our part, but the knife gets a lot sharper around the 1992-1993 editions. The full chronology is written with a weary black humour of someone's who just seen too much and is getting bitter. The full-on assault on the 1993 annuals, certain top-tier artists 'showing their influences too clearly' and inadvertently predicting the future of more brutal and uncaring superhero comics in the article 'Bring On The Bad Guys' from MYIR 1993.

There's a huge shift in attitude and editorial policy in the next 12 months. Several publishers have gone bust, Tom Defalco is gone as Editor In Chief and replaced with 5 people in charge of various parts of the publishing line, turning Marvel into a series of little fiefdoms with varying degrees of co-operation between each other. We've just met Peter Parker's robot parents. Aunt May is about to die. Reed Richards is dead. Jim Wilson is dead. Legion resolves to kill Magneto. Dr Strange has an idea for something called 'The Secret Defenders'. Everything is about to get very serious and therefore far more ripe for parody.

And with no word, no goodbye from the editors, nothing in the fan press nor explanation, Marvel Year In Review 1994 was solicited thusly:

'Marvel Year In Review 1994 - Just the facts, ma'am. Gone is the tongue-in-cheek humor of the past; the Marvel Year in Review offers a factual recap of the major Marvel Universe events of 1994. It's short on lengthy text and long on splashy art and fact-filled sidebars. Included are all the happenings from the pages of X-Men, Spider-Man, Fantastic Four and Ghost Rider, plus art by Andy Kubert, Chris Bachalo, Tom Lyle and many others! $2:95. $4.00 CAN'

And it was. Normal comic size. No chatty opener from the editor with puns and gags. No angry letters from readers just wanting to know what happened in X-Force and wanting to be rid of the MODAM jokes. No ads. Not even, truth be told, much in the way of recaps so much as trade dress-less cover repros with dialogue quotes and a paragraph or two to cover the essential plot elements, finished with the most perfunctory 'Er, will this do?' appeal to the readers on the last page. Turns out that no, it wouldn't do at all, as there was no Marvel Year In Review 1995 or any other edition either.

Marvel has put out a few self-parody books since, such as Marvel RIOT!, House Of Hem, Marvel WHAT Now?, Who Won't Wear The Shield, Wha HUH? and obviously Deadpool crosses the lines frequently, but there's not been something that clever nor ambitious since. Perhaps the line between reader, writer and editor aren't as clear as they used to be or simply today's audience wouldn't be as immediately familiar with the formats being parodied and as the recent attempts to parody Marvel fanfiction have shown, sometimes an idea just belongs to its time. As a magazine that featured fun work by the likes of Todd McFarlane, Dan Slott, Sam Kieth, Peter David, Kevin Maguire and a different angle on a world that takes itself a little bit seriously at times, Marvel Year In Review was a fun little ride while it lasted.

(Note to self. Never, ever look up Marvel fanfiction again. Ever.)

*This may be different now but was certainly the case in 1994. Origins, histories and such might have changed due to 52, Convergence and Rebirth. We were told that Flashpoint was the end of the DC Universe as we knew it, and we took that as a good place to stop reading. Except Section Eight and Batman/Elmer Fudd obviously.

Dedicated to the memory of Steve Ditko.(1927-2018)

#Marvel #DC #Spider-Man #Green Lantern #Year In Review #Todd Mcfarlane #Jim Lee #kevin maguire #Sam Kieth #X-Men #Punisher #Deadpool #Sabretooth

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