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Beatles for Sale recording sessions, 30th September 1964: Paul edition
30 September 1964
Photos by Robert Whitaker © Apple Corps Ltd.
#some of my favourite photos#from one of my favourite albums#love paul in his best boyfriend jumper#love seeing paul playing john’s guitar#beatles for sale#september 1964#robert whitaker#1964#emi studios
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blu team headcanons because they aren’t the same as the red team and i will die on this hill
scout
transgender woman, she/her, bisexual, 25 years old, real name is amanda fitzgerald
from new york city, the bronx! she has a very strong accent
her load out consists of the force-a-nature, bonk! atomic punch, and the atomizer
super short, 5’0” and pretty slim, strong leg muscles
she has autism and adhd
when she first joined up with the blu team she presented as a man but their medic was able to tell how uncomfortable she was and offered to help with her transition
lives off of a diet of bonk! and chips
she wears dogtags from her uncle who was in the military
red spy fucked her ma
red spy is her dad
only child growing up
doesn’t know red scout is her brother
best friends with her team’s spy
going out with miss pauling
miss pauling is a lesbian
they kiss and hold hands
she thinks her girlfriend is super badass and awesome (she is)
sees her team’s demo, engie, and soldier as uncles
she drinks bonk! with them when they drink beer during the weekend (ceasefire)
she's really bad at cooking she somehow burned cereal
she can bake though
she makes cake for everyone's birthdays
soldier
cis male, he/him, gay, 41, real name is ulises young but everyone calls him cap
from victoria, canada, speaks canadian french but can barely understand red spy’s french
his load out consists of the direct hit, the gunboats, and the shovel
he's tall and stocky, 5'10" and well-built with good muscles all over but not too bulky
notorious for rocket jumping onto helpless demomen and shoveling them to death
he has adhd
wasn't in the army during wwii but made a lot of war vet friends after the war, even moved to america to hang out with them
they all call him cap and taught him how to use a gun + gave him their old army gear since they don't need it anymore
extremely sad whenever one of them dies and remembers all of their birthdays and death dates. will be somber during their death dates and has a private celebration during their birthdays
will try to visit their graves if he can
has a deep respect for veterans
kinda crazy like his red counterpart, does yell "maggot" a lot but is a bit more approachable
he yells because his hearing is going out
very impatient!!! may bonk someone if he isn't getting his way!!!!!
in love with the blu demoman
they're boyfriends
he's a fairly decent cook
he mostly makes stereotypical american food but he makes a great poutine
pyro
their gender is yes, they/them, demisexual, mid-30s, everyone calls them pyro or ice
from north pole, alaska! incredibly festive
their loadout consists of the flame thrower (specifically a festivized one), the gas passer, and the homewrecker
they're 5'8" and fairly well-built under the suit
their pyroland is more of a winter wonderland! i affectionately call it winter pyroland bc it's very festive and cute
they see their flamethrower as a snowblower, their gas passer as ice salt, and the homewrecker as a candy cane
they hum christmas carols during battles
they're besties with engie
engie calls them snowball!!
they make gingerbread houses together
pyro will wrap him up in christmas lights
they're very insistent on spychecking him during every match
they're kind of in love
pyro used to be a firefighter before a horrible accident
cannot cook. do not let them in the kitchen
demoman
transmasc nonbinary guy, he/they, bisexual, 30, real name is alastair fionn degroot
from ullapool, scotland, you can kind of see where i'm going with this
his loadout consists of the loch-n-load, the sticky jumper, and the eyelander
he's 6'1" and more lean than the others, but has good arm muscles
he's tavish's younger brother, however unlike tavish he wasn't re-adopted by his birth parents since he didn't show his demoman abilities until he was 18
the literal definition of "it takes a village to raise a baby" because they were raised by all of ullapool
caffeine addict mostly, enjoys a nice irish coffee on occasions
lots of hair, hard to deal with in the morning so he lets it flow free
it gets stuck in his sticky jumper tho
he doesn't realize he's tavish's brother until a year into the gravel war
they cry a lot and hug each other and tavish apologizes but alastair tells him he shouldn't
during ceasefires they catch up an all the brotherly bonding they missed
they play a game called "who can piss off scout" and it involves them hiding all of red scout's bats or balls
tavish is also one of the only people he'll drink around
they get shitfaced drunk occasionally
he's also a killer chef
whenever it's his turn to cook in blu base everyone is lining up for traditional scottish food
heavy
cisgender sort of, questioning gender always, he/they, gay, 48, real name is euģenijs mednis, everyone calls him eugene
from ventspils, latvia
his loadout consists of the minigun, the dakolohs bar, and the eviction notice
he is 6'3" and extremely well built
there are three things you should know about him: he is latvian, he loves his doctor, and he will not hesitate to gun you down
he doesn't like being feared and yet he'll beat the shit out of you
he likes cuddling the medic
he's like a very large teddy bear only slightly murderous
he does not have a baboon heart
he enjoys being ubered, the feeling of power is just great
as long as he can cuddle medic afterwards he's good
he has grandparents back in latvia that care for him
he sends all his money back to them
he doesn't tell them where it comes from
he tells them he has a good job in america though
he has a bachelor's in education...!!!!
he wants to be a teacher after the war
he loves working with kids
he isn't very good at cooking, but he can make some killer soup
everyone loves his soup
engineer
transgender male, he/him, asexual biromantic, 28, real name is sambell conagher but everyone calls him sam
from harpers ferry, west virginia
his loadout consists of the panic attack, the c.a.p.p.e.r., and the gunslinger
he's 5'6" and short and stocky, soft belly to pat
he was involved in a coal mining accident as a teenager, losing his arm in the process
he found the blueprints to the gunslinger in his father's room and the rest is history
his father is dell's uncle
has no phds, still extremely intelligent
was rejected from every college he tried to attend because of his disability
wears a red handkerchief around his neck because he’s a traditional redneck aka he advocates for the safety of coal miners
his room looks like a cracker barrel
makes a mean pepperoni roll (the choice of lunch for blu team on the move)
medic
transmasc enby, they/he, gay, 44, real name is dr. dante pierce
from london, england
their loadout consists of the blutsauger, the quick-fix, and the bonesaw
6'1", hunky and well built but not super muscular
they are shy and softspoken
they graduated from oxford with an md-phd, aka a doctorate of medicine and philosophy
everyone assumes that he's very quiet and naive compared to his red counterpart. he is not
though dante is kind and considerate, being a lot less brutal and invasive with his procedures, he is still just as fucked up as red medic
even if he claims to be "a true man of science, unlike that ethics-dodging, blood-throwing, misguided brute"
they would much rather experiment on dead bodies however
he wants to reanimate human corpses and utilize them in battle
frankenstein but tf2
very gay for his heavy...!
they want to make him and heavy immortal so they will be together forever :]
they keep rats instead of birds
they are all friends named after roman gods
their main friend is a powder blue rat named neptune
their cooking is alright, sort of bland
he only uses salt and pepper when he cooks
it's very average and nobody really is excited for his turn to cook unless they're on a bad losing streak against red
except for heavy
heavy genuinely enjoys their cooking
sniper
gender is [REDACTED], he/him but doesn't really care, asexual biromantic, 29, real name is arlo mitchell beahan
from alice springs, australia, unlike red sniper who talks abt the bush he talks about the outback
his loadout consists of the huntsman, the cozy camper, and the tribalman's shiv
he is 6'5" and feral. very lanky, mostly core muscles and upper arms
outback steakhouse doesn't exist in tf2 but if you made an outback steakhouse joke about him he'd probably shoot you
he lives in a camper instead of base but never comes out except for fighting and mealtimes
untamable blonde hair
if you actually befriend him he's very personable
he's a bit edgy and doesn't like getting close to others
his closest friend on blu is their spy
he has unnaturally sharp canines (i hc that all snipers r feral and have sharp canines for no reason)
he is australian
like actually australian
he's not from new zealand like red sniper he's straight australian
has a dundee hat. the one with crocodile fangs
is he related to saxton hale...?!!/?!?1/!
who knows
when he cooks (rare) it's average
he does a lot of canned stuff
lives off of canned food in his camper when he doesn't come to base to eat
tv dinners are a treat in his eyes and if he's feeling good or if they win a match on his turn he'll go buy everyone's favorite tv dinner
they'll sit in the common room and watch tv together :]
it's one of the only times he'll spend time with the team
spy
transgender male, he/him, gay, 28, real name is [REDACTED] but he's tobias jackson on file
from las vegas, nevada. if you ask him about his upbringing he'll make up bullshit
his loadout consists of the diamondback, the sharp dresser, and the dead ringer
second shortest member of the blu team (5'2") and skinny
doesn't wear a ski mask, wears a black mask that covers his upper face and puts a white filter over his eyes
he has heterochromia, his right eye is blue while his left eye is green
he's really cocky and arrogant and annoying to work with
the rest of the team's learned how to tolerate him though
and they all care for him even if he pretends to not care about them
he treats blu scout like his little sister
he helped her get with miss pauling
scout is also trying to get him with their team's sniper to no avail
he's a little shit who has a grudge against the red medic but in a gay way
constantly focuses on killing medic during battles
hating your enemy team's medic for cutting your head off and keeping it in his minifridge for a week but make it homoerotic
dislikes red spy ... for some reason :squints:
knows red spy is blu scout and red scout's dad
knows Something Else about red spy...... DUN DUN DUUUUN
he's actually a fairly good cook but he really likes diners and fast food so if it's his turn to cook he'll be cloaking out the door with scout to head to the closest diner
#team fortress 2#tf2#team fortress 2 oc#tf2 oc#tf2 ocs#blu team#tf2 headcanons#team fortress 2 headcanons
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your eyes look like coming home
The five times Patton asks Janus to marry him.
Moceit, childhood best friends to lovers💙💛
Content Warnings: alcohol, light angst
Aaa this is my first fic in a million years or something. It’s kind of short and maybe not my best work, but I’m honestly just happy to have written something lol - hope you enjoy!
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The first time Patton asks Janus to marry him, it’s a dare.
“Hi! Do you wanna be married?”
Janus stares blankly at the nervous-looking kid in front of him, fiddling with the sleeves of his grubby school cardigan as he stared back at Janus, through large, almost owlish glasses.
He’s confused for a second, then he looks over the kid’s shoulder, and sees the familiarly smug faces in the background, smirking and whispering like they’ve just seen something very funny.
He looks back at the kid – he’s new, just joined last week. Named Patrick or something. He didn’t seem like he’d be involved with the mean kids, with his big, nervous brown eyes and fidgety behaviour. His soft, round face holds a nervous grin as he looks earnestly back at Janus, who’s now glaring exclusively back at the ones watching them
“Why?” he finds himself saying, instead of no.
The boy – Peter? – flushes a little, looking at his feet.
“Um – well -I it’s er, it’s the game.” He gives the explanation like he’s asking a question, prodding the playground floor with his scuffed trainers. “We’re playing, they said – er, I need to find someone to say yes and marry me – but it’s just pretend though – and um, so…”
Ah, so they were both being made fun of.
“They don’t want to play with me.”
The boy’s face falls instantly. “Why not?” he asks, tilting his head to one side. Janus glances at the group, still smirking superiorly at him and – Paul?
“Because.” He snaps, not entirely unkindly, “Go find someone else to ask, or they won’t want to play with you either.”
The boy looks crestfallen for a second, but a look of determination overtakes his face, small mouth forming into a thin, angry line.
“Then I don’t want to play with them.” He declares with a toss of his curly head, sitting himself down next to Janus on the playground floor.
The flock immediately stops smirking, muttering furiously to one another.
“That’s not a good idea…”
“Don’t care.” The boy thrusts a small, chubby hand out at him. “I’m Patton.”
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The second time, it’s a joke, but also a promise.
They’re sitting on opposite ends of Patton’s cramped twin bed, doing everything but the homework they wanted to meet up to solve, and Janus is pretending he’s not all too aware of their feet just barely touching each other.
“Hey, do you remember that time I asked if you would marry me?” Patton giggles, a sudden mischievous look taking over his face, dimples popping in and out as he looks back at Janus.
“Oh, you mean the first thing you ever said to me?” Janus replies airily, swelling with pride as Patton laughs even harder, scrunching his nose up in delight.
“You know, you never gave me an answer.”
Janus’s heart skips a beat. No it doesn’t, shut up .
His laugh is carefully nonchalant as he replies, “What do you mean?”
“Well, you never said! Would you marry me or not?” Patton laughs, “You’ve kinda left me hanging for years, if you think about it.”
He’s joking. This is a bit, Janus knows that. it doesn’t stop his traitorous heart from beating just that much faster as he smirks back.
“Sure, why not?”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Certainly, in like fifty years when we’re both old and lonely and we’re the only ones who can stand each other.”
He doesn’t believe it, obviously. He knows that he and Patton will always be together, but he doesn’t believe for a second that Patton won’t find someone, with his unbearable kind heart and his wide, honest eyes, and whoever it was would be damn lucky.
Patton laughs in delight at his response. “Ha! Sounds like a plan! Ooh – hold on!”
And then he’s jumping off the bed, going to rummage in his desk drawers.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Celebrating our engagement properly! Be patient!”
And then he’s kneeling next to the bed, smiling cheekily up at Janus, a length of pale blue ribbon in his hand.
“What is that?”
“Shut up, I don’t have a ring.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Hand!”
So, Patton ties the ribbon in a neat bow on Janus’ ring finger and kisses it quick before leaning back to gaze at him in satisfaction.
“There. Now you’re stuck with me no matter what.”
Janus doesn’t tell him that was going to happen regardless.
---
Neither of them likes to talk about the third time.
Janus shoves his way past the teeming crowd of drunk dancers, craning his neck to spot a crop of dark curls or a pastel jumper. Goddamnit .
He wasn’t supposed to leave Patton’s side, he had suggested coming out here tonight as a way of cheering Patton up, and it had been working, until he had walked in, complete with brand new attractive arm candy, and…
Fuck.
He finally finds him out in the empty garden, clutching a beer can that looks to be mostly empty, staring blankly at the sky. He’s not actively crying, but as Janus walks over, he can make out the tear tracks on his face even in the dark.
So he’s definitely seen them.
“Patton?”
“Hey, Janus.” His voice is subdued, and there’s a slight slur to the words.
“I’m so sorry, Pat,” He starts, “If I’d known he’d be here...”
“It’s ‘kay Jan, ‘m fine,” Patton reassures in a way that is not reassuring at all. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and it’s painfully brittle, like it might shatter into a thousand pieces any minute. Recently, Janus has seen that smile a few too many times for his liking.
“Patton, no.” he replies firmly, but gently, “You’re drunk and heartbroken, and I’m at least partially responsible for that. I’m going to take you home.”
But drunk Patton is somehow even more stubborn than sober Patton can be at times, and he shakes his head resolutely.
“Janus, no.” he pouts, “ ‘m not that drunk, an’ ‘m not…not sad, an’ I don’t wanna go home.” He nods clumsily, having made his point, and then proceeds to stare blankly at the sky again.
Janus sighs.
“Well, then I’m drunk. And sad. And I need someone to take me home.”
Ever more attentive to other’s needs than his own, that gets Patton’s attention, the beautiful idiot that he is. Slowly, he nods and clambers to his feet, gripping Janus’ hand.
Neither of them drives, and Patton’s place is closer, so Janus walks them there, Patton clinging firmly to his side every step of the way. Janus can’t tell if it’s for balance or comfort.
When he gets them both inside the flat, Patton’s first words are, “Don’t leave.”
He gazes up at Janus with red-rimmed eyes, “I don’t like bein’ here alone.”
Janus’s heart aches at that, and he nods. He’d always found it hard to say know to Patton, especially when he’s like this, and especially when he asks for so little as it is.
Similarly, he can’t bring himself to refuse Patton’s beseeching gaze when he tucks him in and moves to sleep on the couch. So, a few moments later finds them in bed together, Janus staring at the ceiling and wondering how Patton can’t hear his heartbeat. They’ve shared a bed before, of course. But not in a long time. Certainly not since Patton started seeing him .
“I saw them, you know.”
He does know. “Really?”
“Mm. D’you think he loves him?”
Janus sighs, “I don’t know, Patton.”
“D’you think he loved me?” Patton’s voice is so soft, so resigned, so plaintive that Janus damn near breaks.
“You know I can’t answer that, Patton.”
“Sometimes I think he didn’t.” Patton admits matter-of-factly, “I tried so, so, hard, but he just didn’t. Ever. I wonder if anyone ever really will.”
There’s a scrap of faded blue ribbon tied on the end of Janus’ keyring that answers that question, but Janus doesn’t bring it up. He doesn’t have to.
“You know I know you’re not really drunk. Or sad.” Patton turns to look at him, his eyes gentle and frank.
“Yeah?”
“You’re jus’ lookin’ out for me. Like you always do. D’you remember that time I said we should get married when we’re all old an’ stuff?”
He doesn’t trust himself to speak. “Hmm.”
Patton smiles wanly. “I wish we could jus’ do that now. We’d jus’ have each other an’ it wouldn’ matter if no one loves me ‘cause I’ve got you.”
Their faces are inches apart and Janus has never wanted anything more than he wants to kiss Patton right now, to kiss his tears away and tell him he’d never be alone, because Janus wouldn’t let him – but he can’t. For a variety of reasons.
“Go to sleep, Patton.”
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The fourth time, it comes out of nowhere.
It’s two – three? Some godforsaken hour of the morning and Janus has work tomorrow.
And for some reason, his delightful boyfriend has decided that it is a perfect time to be awake and shuffling around to sit up in bed, and turn his bedside lamp on.
“Janus?” he whispers his name like he thinks it might break in his mouth, and God, Janus loves him, but he needs him to shut up and go to sleep right the hell now. He doesn’t move or open his eyes, lying with his face half buried in his pillow despite feeling Patton’s gaze on his back.
“Janus, sweetie?” he whispers again, “Are you awake?”
“… No. ”
“I’m sleeping. Can’t hear you. Zzzzz…”
Patton huffs out a soft laugh. “I think we should get married.”
Janus stiffens. What? They’d barely been dating two months, they hadn’t even talked about marriage – at least, since they’d been dating. He had no idea it was on Patton’s mind, how long had he…
And more importantly, why was he bringing it up now?
Apparently taking his stunned silence to be outright rejection, Patton tries to backtrack quickly.
“I know, I know, it’s not been very long and I totally understand if you don’t want to because it’s too soon.” Janus feels a gentle hand rest itself on the blanket right above his shoulder, “I wasn’t really thinking of it either, but I couldn’t sleep just now and I couldn’t stop thinking, you know, about us, and you remember when we were kids, and all that stuff we always joked about, and how even though we’ve not been dating that long we’ve been together basically forever.”
He trails off, giggling self-consciously.
“And then you did something really cute in your sleep, you like, cuddled up to me and it hit me now I don’t think I ever want this to end.”
Janus finally sits up and faces the love of his life, who is looking back at him with a gaze that can only be described as besotted.
“I really love you, Janus. I want to be married to you.”
With a small, knowing smile, Janus leans forward and cups Patton’s face in his hands.
“Patton. Angel. Darling. Light of my life. I love you too.”
“I…”
“…And that is why I categorically refuse to let you propose to me while you’re wearing your Winnie the Pooh pyjamas. Please let me sleep now, and I promise I will say yes no matter how you ask me next.” And with that, Janus places a kiss on the end of his boyfriend’s nose, turns around, and falls asleep.
---
The fifth time is more or less perfect.
Well, he says more or less. Patton is perfect, in a neatly pressed pastel button-down, his curls bouncing in the gentle spring breeze despite all his valiant efforts to tame it.
Janus has made an effort to look his best as well, having had a feeling something special was coming. He hadn’t mentioned it of course, but with the way Patton had been jumping up and down in his seat as he drove them here, the way he had insisted on planning every aspect of this date himself – well.
Suffice to say his future husband had never been the best at keeping secrets.
The location Patton’s picked had certainly been perfect, atop a lush green hill with the kind of majestic cherry blossom tree you only see in romantic movies, pink blossoms practically dripping off its branches as they swayed in the wind, and beautiful rolling hills all around.
What isn’t perfect is when the two of them finally get comfortable on the hilltop, and Janus leaning against the wide tree trunk while Patton gets to unpacking the picnic he’s put together so meticulously, and it starts raining, almost instantaneously.
“I checked the forecast like three times, it was supposed to be clear skies!” Patton whines back in the car once they’ve finished packing up their things and run to safety, watching the light drips of rain get slowly heavier.
“I’m sorry dearest, I suppose the universe just doesn’t want this date to be.” Janus chuckles wryly, as he hands Patton’s dried glasses back to him.
“Eff the universe,” Patton grumbles, glaring adorably at the raindrop speckled windshield.
So, they play old love songs on the car music player and drink champagne and tuck into entirely too cute bite-sized picnic foods and talk and laugh and playfully flirt and point out constellations formed by the raindrops on the glass, and eventually, Patton stops pouting.
The conversation has slowly wound down and they’re quietly enjoying each other's company when he turns to Janus, taking a deep breath.
“God knows I’ve never been able to keep anything from you.”
“Why, whatever could you be talking about, my dearest?”
“…So, this probably isn’t a surprise to you in the least.”
Patton reaches into the picnic basket and pulls out a small box. It’s a pale yellow, tied in in blue ribbon.
“You’re my best friend, Janus,” his hands are steady, but his voice is already wavering, “You’ve always been here, my whole life, whether I need someone to help, or to talk to, or even just to cry at. I’ve loved you in so many different ways.”
Janus feels tears pricking at his eyes and blinks them away quickly; he refuses to miss a second of this, he wants the image of Patton’s earnest, loving face to be clear as day in his mind when he looks back on this whenever.
“..And I don’t ever want us to stop loving each other, so, hopefully for the last time ever, will you marry me?”
He laughs breathlessly and takes the box, delicately undoing the ribbon. It’s a cupcake.
A tiny, perfect cupcake with frilly blue icing, a golden ring in the shape of the tiniest coiled snake in the world, embedded in the icing.
“Do you like it?” Patton asks hopefully.
Janus surges forward to kiss his fiancé for the very first time.
Taglist: @ent-is-undecisive @disney-princess-patton
#moceit#patton sanders#janus sanders#ts patton#ts janus#sanders sides#ts fic#sanders sides fanfiction#patceit#patton x deceit#best friends to lovers#tw alcohol#tw drinking#my writing
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i just had a really bad end to a friendship with one of my best friends, could i please have some hurt/ comfort poly beatles, thank you so so much
So sorry to hear that- sending hugs ❤️
*****
John is dripping wet by the time he gets home, and he looks rather like a drenched rat, which is certainly how he feels.
It’s eerily quiet in the flat; he shuffles into the living room to find that only George is there, curled up on the sofa in an oversized jumper reading a book.
John doesn’t even know how to begin.
Luckily George is the first to speak.
“Been for a swim?” George asks, putting down his book.
The joke helps to break the ice a bit, but the atmosphere is still frosty.
“Uh, yeah,” John says awkwardly. “Where are Paul and Ringo? I bought some stuff.”
“Ringo is in the kitchen and Paul went for a walk.” George eyes the plastic bag that John is rifling through curiously. “What do you mean stuff?”
John holds up two bouquets of flowers, which are so wet that they probably need to be thrown away immediately.
He’d asked Brian what the hell you’re supposed to get your boyfriends when you’ve had a massive argument, and Brian had suggested that flowers might be nice.
Now John just feels a bit pathetic though.
“Only two bouquets?” George asks with a small smile.
John swears. He must have left the third at the shop when a couple of girls recognised him.
But George seems to find it endearing, and he stands to give John a hug, wet flowers and all.
“Is this you apologising then?” George asks softly.
John chuckles and gives him a kiss. “Something like that.”
“I’m sorry too.” George’s voice is quiet and he doesn’t look at John; he buries his face in John’s shoulder. But that’s enough.
The smell of burning suddenly fills the room as Ringo enters, swiftly placing a plate of what looks like very crispy cookies on the table.
“I’ve never baked anything for anyone before,” Ringo sighs, sounding slightly irritated. “But I love you fellas and I don’t want us to fight again.”
The cookies are truly awful, but John would eat the whole plate to prove to Ringo that he’s not angry anymore.
The atmosphere is much warmer between the three of them as they settle on the sofa together for a cuddle, at which point Paul walks in.
“Alright,” he says, throwing his keys on the table. “I’ve never had a fight in a serious relationship before, so I don’t know how this is supposed to go, but I can’t stand us not talking. I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry. Just tell me what I need to do to make this right.”
“Come and sit with us and eat burnt cookies,” George says.
So that’s what Paul does, and burnt cookies never tasted so good.
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Fairytale (Ficmas #8 Solangelo)
My solangelo boys are back!! This is set with them as mortals but like that’s as much as I thought about it, there’s really noting specific to know! Anyways my two boys had to make an appearance!
It wasn’t that Nico hated Christmas.
The holiday himself he could actually get on board with. Presents, family, all that crap. He even liked all the lights and sparkly things. Not that he’d ever admit to that part, but he did. It was the chaos he despised. People everywhere, everyone suddenly losing the concept of personal space. Nico was not on board with that.
So his dread for one of the busiest times of the year somehow gave the impression that he hated all Christmas related things. And his friends being, well being his friends meant that their personal mission was to make him love Christmas.
“Hey Nico!” Jason yelled, cranking up the volume of the radio. “This is like the best Christmas song, you can’t say you don’t like this!”
Fairytale of New York was playing. Nico actually loved this song. Cursing and getting to call it festive? Sign him up. He did however, have a reputation to uphold.
“Try not to burst those eardrums.” He drawled, rolling his eyes. “We don't need you deaf as well as blind.” He said, referencing Jason’s new glasses.
“Ha ha ha.” Jason said sarcastically, but he turned the volume down a little. Nico looked away so he could hide his smile.
“You know, the first Christmas trees can actually be traced back to ancient Greece and Egypt.” Annabeth chattered as Nico accompanied her on their quest to find the star in Sally Jackson’s attic.
“Yeah?” He prompted. He didn’t have to say much with Annabeth, but he liked that, they had an easy relationship. She always understood him, but she never flaunted it, just made sure he knew she was always there for him.
“Mhm,” She continued, tongue poking out as she dug through one box. “Although the trees like we know them today began in Germany in the 1500’s.”
“Huh.” Nico said. A gold point dug into his hand and after the initial quick draw back of his arm, he peered into the box and carefully pulled out the delicate decoration.
“Got it.”
Annabeth looked up and grinned. “Amazing. I need to get away from all this dust.”
Nico just nodded his agreement, and followed her back down to the warm rooms below.
“Hey Nico, wanna help me make cookies?” Percy called from the kitchen, already putting on his blue apron.
Nico wandered into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, stealing some chocolate chips. “No, but I’ll watch.”
Percy snatched the chocolate away from him. “Watch does not mean eat. I can’t make chocolate chip cookies if you eat all the chocolate chips.”
Nico shrugged. “Have you tired?” He asked, managing to take back the chips. “Because there’s really only one way to find out.”
Percy ended up smashing a chocolate bar. Nico enjoyed some very good chocolate chips.
“Here’s your one Nico!” Piper called, throwing him a very ugly and very itchy Christmas jumper.
Nico looked at it’s offensively obnoxious colours and flashing lights and raised an eyebrow at Piper, looking at her right in the eye.
“Do you really think I’m going to wear this?”
Piper shook her head, chuckling. “Not at all. But it was worth a shot.”
Nico quirked a small smile at that. He could respect her attempt at least.
The doorbell rang and Nico’s heart stuttered. They were all staying at the Jackson’s for a couple of days and there was only one person who hadn’t arrived yet. Leo smiled at Piper and Nico ignored it, getting up and going straight to the door, seeing a blur of gold through the little fogged window. He threw the door open, and there was Will, a bag over his shoulder, a smile splitting his face from ear to ear.
“Hey Sunshine.” He drawled. Nico Helped him throw his rucksack on the floor, pulling the other boy into his arms.
“Miss me?” Will laughed as Nico tightened his grip around his waist.
“No.” Nico scoffed, but he placed a kiss to the place where Will’s shoulder met his neck, right under where Nico’s lips rested.
Will pulled back, his long musician's fingers cupping Nico’s jaw as bright blue met deep brown.
“Well I sure missed you.”
Nico rolled his eyes, but leaned down so he could finally kiss his boyfriend. Will’s nose was cold where it nudged against Nico’s own, but his lips were warm and Nico just wanted to melt into him.
“Hey Will?” Leo asked, poking his head out of the living room. “It looks like you’ve got something on your face.”
Nico pulled away, turning slowly to glare at Leo.
“Hey Mr Mechanic?” Nico asked, his voice pleasant. “Don’t forget that I know where you sleep.”
Leo’s face paled and he vanished once more, Will bursting out laughing.
“Alright darlin’ are we going to go in or is this as much as the house I’ll be seeing for the duration of our stay?”
Nico turned back to look at Will, his arm still held tightly around his boyfriend's waist.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you’re sarcastic?”
Will smirked, leaning in to press one more kiss to Nico’s lips.
“Once or twice.”
“Well I love it.”
“And I love you.”
Nico smiled, and this time he didn’t hide it from anyone. “I love you too.” He kissed Will on the cheek then grabbed his bag for him, leading him into the living room where everyone else waited.
Jason played Fairytale of New York again and Nico stooped down a little to rest his chin on Will’s shoulder as Will leaned back against him.
“I love this song.” Will hummed, beginning to sing along. His energy was infectious and soon almost everyone was half singing - half shouting the lyrics.
“When you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve, you promised me Broadway was waiting for me.”
Will turned in Nico’s hold to loop his arms loosely around his neck.
“You were handsome!” Percy shouted.
“You were pretty!” Will continued, looking at Nico expectantly. Nico bit his lip and rolled his eyes, but tilted his head in acquiescence.
“Queen of New York City!”
Piper let out a whoop and Nico laughed, joining in for the rest of the song.
“Hey did you know it was the ancient Greeks and Egyptians who had the first Christmas trees?” Will asked as everyone was settling down to watch a movie.
Nico could practically hear Annabeth’s eyes lighting up.
“Yes!” She enthused as Nico rested his head on Will’s shoulder. “But the tree’s like we know them weren’t until the 16th century in Germany.”
“Yeah but they were decorated with fruit and nuts and stuff.” Nico said, half yawning as he pulled a blanket over himself and Will. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him and he looked up a little self consciously.
“What? I know things.”
Annabeth just smiled knowingly at him threading her fingers through Percy’s inky black hair.
“Okay guys, we need to take a picture of us all in our jumpers!” Piper said excitedly, already wearing hers and setting up the timer on the camera as even Sally and Paul came in for the picture.
“Oh we’re all matching!” Will enthused, holding up Nico’s as his was already on. “Come on sweetheart, just for a minute?”
Nico flipped off Leo, laughing in the corner as he shrugged on the ridiculous sweater.
“You’re so lucky I love you.” He muttered to Will as Piper wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Jason on her other side.
Will kissed his cheek. “Oh I know.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Sally yelled from the kitchen, the houses’ temporary inhabitants scattered throughout all the different rules.
“Oh my god yes.” Nico said, standing up from the couch, pulling Will up with him. “I would happily eat Sally’s food for the rest of my life.”
“What about McDonalds?” Will teased, tugging Nico’s hand playfully. Nico paused in the doorway, looking back at Will.
“Don’t make me choose.” He begged, hoping he could do that thing with his eyes that usually made people cave. Will was not people however.
“Hey Sunshine, you started this. Now Sally’s or McDonalds?”
Nico looked at the floor, scuffing his shoe against the floor. “Sally’s.” He grumbled. “But only for her cake.”
“Oh of course. God forbid there was actually a healthy reason in there.” Will teased, stepping closer, then glancing up.
“Hey look.” He whispered.
Nico did, spotting the red and green dangling from the doorframe.
“Mistletoe. Remind me not to walk through any door at the same time as Leo.”
Will tapped his arm lightly. “Hey!”
Nico grinned and looked back down, Will’s face only inches away from his own.
“Sorry babe.” He glanced back upwards and shrugged. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin the festivities.” He reasoned.
“Of course not.” Will agreed, smiling and leaning closer until their lips brushed.
“Love you.” Nico breathed, just before sealing their lips properly, sliding his fingers into Will’s gorgeous curls.
“Hey guys, dinner!” Sally called once more, and Nico pulled away regretfully.
“Come on, food and then we can get back to this.”
Will beamed and followed him away from the mistletoe.
“Hey Neeks?” Nico glanced over.
“Yeah?”
“Love you too.”
All in all, Nico reasoned, Christmas really wasn’t all that bad.
#12 days of ficmas#solangelo#Will solace#Nico di Angelo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#Piper McLean#Leo Valdez#Sally Jackson#solangelo fluff
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can’t compare [paul x reader]
so. got a bit carried away with this one, but what can i say? it’s paul. thank you for requesting, anon! i hope you like it!
word count: 1.1k
pairing: paul x reader
request: The reader is paul’s gf, and one day she hears him mentioning another female celebrity as cute or attractive or whatever in an interview and she gets jealous. But he lets her know she’s the only one he truly loves in his own way. Maybe a little smut too?
warnings: they have SEX, probably bad language (it’s me, so)
“Look, Paul, all I’m saying is you didn’t have to keep giving her eyes!”
Paul rolled those eyes in the overdramatic way only he could. He’d been doing press for the new Beatles film in Liverpool all day, so you decided to tag along because it wasn’t often that your boyfriend was back home. To your dismay, the day out had turned sour at one of his last interviews, when he’d seemingly taken a shine to a pretty blonde that was asking the questions. With a tight miniskirt, long, lithe limbs and a dazzling smile to match her brilliant blue eyes, she was a Bridget Bardot look-alike. “For God’s sake, you looked like you could hardly resist her at all.”
The fight had started nearly as soon as you’d gotten home, and though you busied yourself with cooking dinner, your anger was beginning to bubble like the boiling water on the stove.
“Love, I was just trying to be polite. You know the press eats us alive every time one of us isn’t giving them all our attention!” Paul was leaning up against the cabinet a safe distance from you, running his hands through his hair.
“Well,” you started, struggling to find the words as you ferociously chopped the vegetables. “Well, you didn’t have to give her that much attention.” With more force than necessary, you shoved the vegetable tray into the oven, slammed the door and turned your back to Paul. He sighed, and you heard his footsteps fade into the front hall, where he took off his formal shoes. You sighed too, burying your face in your hands. Paul was right, anyway. Anytime he seemed even a bit disinterested during an interview or performance, reporters practically leaped to speculate about the band’s breakup or tensions among its members. He’d only been trying to get the film the best publicity he could.
You broke from your thoughts when you felt Paul’s hands on your shoulders. He gently turned you to face him and pulled your hands away from your face.
“Love,” he began, but you cut him off.
“I understand that you were just trying to be kind. And I know how difficult the press is to manage, but it’d be easier if the girls you were nice to weren’t so ridiculously pretty.” You pursed your lips. “I can’t compare to that.”
At that last thought, Paul furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his lips going from their usual perfect pout to a frown.
“Can’t compare?” He echoed.
“Yes,” you said impatiently. “You saw her too, I know it. I can’t compare when she looks like that and I… when I look like this.” You gestured weakly to yourself. You’d changed into one of Paul’s oversized knit jumpers when you’d arrived home and your hair had grown unruly from the wind outside while trying to hail a cab. You could feel a growing lump in your throat and tears were threatening to spill over. Don’t cry, don’t, you told yourself. You looked quickly away from Paul’s face to the floor behind him, sniffing quietly.
Paul brought his hands softly to your cheeks and turned your face until you were looking at him again. His eyes were full of concern and you felt your heart swell with love for him.
“Hey,” he said quietly, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. You let out a sob and he pulled you into his chest and held you there as you had your moment. His hands stroked up and down your back as he whispered in your ear.
Once your sobs had quieted, he released you and took your face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush the remaining tears off your face.
“Listen to me,” he said, and you sniffed again, nodding. “Listen. It’s her that can’t compare to you. Sure, she looked a bit like Bardot, but what else?”
You swallowed thickly, unable to form a response.
“There’s no one else I’d show every part of me to. She wouldn’t take care of me when I get sick. That girl wouldn’t spend her afternoon cooking a lovely dinner for me even though she’s cross with me!” You broke into a watery smile at that, and Paul grinned. “There’s my girl. I love you, and don’t you go forgetting it.”
“Such a romantic, as always,” you laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss. In true Paul fashion, the fire with which he kissed you blew every other thought out of your mind. It was all you could do to hold onto him for dear life as he lifted you onto the counter. Your hands frantically danced between his hair and his shirt collar as he pressed his hips between your thighs, pushing your upper back against the cabinets. As you broke away from his lips and on to leaving a trail of love bites along his jaw and neck, he pulled you impossibly closer to him, shoving the hem of your jumper up around your waist and hooking his fingers around your panties to drag them down your legs. Paul’s breath was so much heavier now, chest heaving as you worked as fast as you could to get his shirt unbuttoned.
You’d hardly got three buttons undone before Paul had shoved his trousers down and was thrusting into you. You both moaned in unison, and you arched your back so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. He allowed you only a moment to adjust before he was pounding into you against the cabinets.
His grip on your hips was bruising and his hair flopped back and forth from the breakneck pace and you were consumed by Paul, totally and completely. Without warning, he reached down and grabbed your right leg and wrapped it around his waist. With this new angle, he was hitting that one perfect spot inside you, and you moaned, letting your head fall back. Paul took this opportunity to attack your throat with kisses before capturing your lips again. Your inner thighs were slick by now, and the heat in your lower stomach was nearly unbearable.
“Paul, I- 'm-”
“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He moaned in your ear, speeding up ever so slightly. “Go on, beautiful, cum for me.” At his words, you came with a shout. Paul wasn’t far behind, his thrusts growing sloppier before he buried himself in you, resting his sweaty forehead on your shoulder. For a moment, you both remained there, trying to steady your breathing. You ran your fingers through Paul’s hair as he stroked his thumbs along your hips.
“You are my pretty girl, you know,” he said.
“Thank you, darling,” you smiled, before suddenly sitting bolt upright.
“Shit, the oven!”
#paul mccartney x reader#paul x reader#paul mccartney#paul#the beatles#the beatles x reader#beatles x reader#Beatles#Smut#fluff#paul mccartney fluff#angst with a happy ending#deefics
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Do me a favour
chapter three
What every mother wants for her son, a nice girl
Annabeth had officially agreed to be my fake girlfriend and we had a contract that suited us both, I personally looked forward to not being asked a million questions about why I’m single and rather Annabeth being asked a million questions as to why she’s dating me, cant wait to hear her fake reason.
I left the coffee shop and headed home, I knew I was late for dinner, but it was take out night, so when I got home my loving family had thankfully saved me some pizza. We did our usual rounds of chatting. I asked my mum how the new book was coming along and she asked me how school was going, Estelle told us about a new boy in her kindergarten class that was left out so she asked him to play with her dinosaurs, I’m telling you she a great kid, nothing like me, at her age id already been in my first fight at school. Some things never change.
Whilst helping my mum clean up after dinner, she mentioned her book release party
“its next Saturday and the whole family’s going Percy which includes you and you need to look nice maybe a jacket and tie, and you will tuck your shirt in” she laughed
“ I promise mum ill look nice” I told her “anyway about the party I was hoping…”
“you’re not getting out it Percy”
“yeah I know mum I wanted to ask if I could bring someone” mum didn’t even bat an eyelid at my request
“yeah of course Grover can come you know he’s always welcome” she told me. You see Grover is my oldest and closest friend we’ve known each other since we were dorky losers at the age of 11. Both of us were new to the school and had no friends, we quickly had each other’s back and have ever since.
“no mum not Grover” I laughed “ I want to bring my girlfriend” that got mums attention
“girlfriend” she questioned
“yeah mum you don’t need to sound so shocked” she laughed
“I’m not shocked just surprised and pleased for you Percy that’s great it’s about time”
“muuuuummmm” I complained she only laughed at me
“what’s going on in here” Paul asked as he kissed my mum on the cheek. Yes, its gross but its much better than what the last guy she was married to did.
“Percy’s got a girlfriend” my mum proudly told him
“oh really” Paul asked “ who?”
“umm Annabeth chase” I told him
“wow really” he sounded really shocked like it wasn’t real, which obviously it wasn’t but he did know that
“whose Annabeth chase” mum asked
“she’s one of my students, a good one too, high grades she’s very popular at school as well, how did you become her boyfriend exactly” Paul laughed as my mum whacked him, though she was also laughing
I was offended that they thought she was out of my league; she is hence the fact that were not really dating but still.
“she happens to find me funny and charming” I told them
“I don’t believe that for second” Paul laughed “but good on you anyway”
“yes Percy of course Annabeth can come” mum said finally moving on from the fact that she was to good for me “any chance we could meet her first”
“umm yeah maybe” I answered
“why don’t you invite her for dinner this week” Paul suggested
I told them I would and disappeared upstairs with the excuse that I had homework which needed doing (which was true) so I could avoid talking about the fact that I have a new girlfriend (which was not true)
I didn’t talk to Annabeth over the weekend and I wasn’t planning on talking to her until lunch, however those plans were thrown into the wind when I shut my locker and was greeted by Selina
“good morning” she said sweetly though it felt like she was about to end me
“uhh morning” ok good I sounded confident (not true)
“so what’s this I hear about you an Annabeth” right Annabeth must have told her
“what” I was coming off really dumb in this conversation
“she told me perce” I was really confused now, did Annabeth tell her we were dating or that we were fake dating
“look dumbass” rude but fair “ if you’re gonna be my best friends boyfriend you have to pass my test, Annabeth has a self destructive streak and I need to make sure you’re not the detonator”
I had no idea what she meant when she said self destructive streak, but what I did get from that conversation was that Annabeth had told her best friend that I was her boyfriend, step one of my plan complete.
“uhh ok shoot” I was not ready to be questioned but I had a feeling Selina wasn’t leaving without a interview.
“ok I use to have an intensive questionnaire but I worked out that there’s only one question that really matters and that’s why do you want to date Annabeth”
the question hit me like a train, I wasn’t expecting something so deep, the answer clearly meant a lot to Selina, and I guessed what other people had said before was, she’s hot or she popular or maybe even that she’s smart. And I may be oblivious or not the smartest guy but I’m not an idiot. I knew that they weren’t good enough reasons to want to be with someone.
To be honest with you I’m not really the type of guy to date because its fun or because I can. Even at this age I believe in dating someone to fall in love or spend your lives together however sappy that sounds, and i haven’t met anyone that I want to fall in love with yet, maybe because I’m only 18 or maybe because I’m a dumbass.
And I know that Selina has similar beliefs, I don’t know her well but I’ve know her for a long time and I knew the answer to this question was important because it’s the kind of question I ask myself when I started dating anyone, so I gave her the only answer I could
“because Annabeth isn’t like anyone else I’ve met, she doesn’t look at me like I’m a loser, or a dumbass even though I am. I wanna be with Annabeth because I’ve known her for along time and she never stops amazing me, or growing as a person, she’s hands down the nicest, smartest most thoughtful person I know, (all true) why wouldn’t I want to date her”
Selina looked satisfied by that “nice answer perce” she smiled a real genuine simile “but I’ve got my eye on you” and with that she flipped her fair and walked away
“yeah seaweed brain that was a good answer” if I was more observant I would have picked up on the fact that Selina kept glancing past me or that when she flipped her hair she threw a wink to whoever was behind me, if I paid more attention I would have noticed it was Annabeth stood there
“what can I say I’m an excellent boyfriend” I joked, Annabeth and I both knew I meant what I said but neither of us needed to say it
“apparently so” she laughed
“anyway, I was gonna ask you later but since you’re here, are you free after school at all this week”
“umm yeah I’m free Wednesday, why”
“did you wanna come over for dinner, you know meet the family and stuff”
Annabeth laughed “yeah I can do that”
“ok great ill drive you home on Wednesday then” after that we both headed to our classes.
The next few days ran smoothly Annabeth and I talked in the morning and in between classes, we got our food together at lunch but we didn’t sit together which was ok, finally Wednesday rolled around, and the final bell rang.
In the time it took me to get to my locker Annabeth had somehow been to her locker, gotten rid of all her books, put a jumper on, said goodbye to her friends and made it to my locker, man that girl was quick.
“man, you’re slow” Annabeth laughed as I finally reached her
“yeah whatever” I laughed as I shoved my books into my locker “so ready for dinner”
“yes I will be on my best behaviour” Annabeth told me in a joking tone
“you know you’re having dinner with me right, you can be on your worst behaviour but still better than me” that made Annabeth laugh and she pushed me (in a friendly way) as we left the building.
Luckily we beat my parents home as we went straight to my house. My plan was to dump our bags in my room then go hang out in the living room, Annabeth however had other plans when she got in my room.
You don’t realise how much of yourself you revel in your room until you have someone stood in there judging it and essentially you. Annabeth turned to my open wardrobe mainly filed with hoodies and flannels, she eyed the photos of my family and friends on my desk, including photos of me holding my baby sister, and spending time fishing with my half-brother, Tyson. She looked at the posters on my wall, the marvel comics going back through the years, the office poster of Michael Scott’s movie threat level midnight, she did a double take at the worn out guitar in the corner, and the laptop which was still playing the good place on Netflix. It felt like she was judging my soul then she simply said
“cool room” I didn’t realise I was holding my breath until I breathed out. “I didn’t know you played guitar”
“umm yeah it was Pauls, when he started dating my mum he wanted to find something we could do together so he taught me, on my first birthday after they got married he gave me his guitar, he told me he always wanted to teach his kids, it was a big moment for us” I told her closing my wardrobe
She smiled at me “wow you really are a big softie aren’t you” I laughed. Annabeth spent the next half hour questioning basically everything in my room, we even got onto the topic of Tyson, Annabeth only stopped when she heard Estelle’s voice screaming for snacks
“ahh the family’s home” I joked as we walked downstairs.
“hello mother, Paul. This is Annabeth” I pointed at her; my mother hugged her instantly
“hi Annabeth, its so nice to meet you” Annabeth took a moment to recover
“umm its nice to meet you too Mrs Jackson”
“oh sweetie just call me sally”
“oh umm ok nice to meet you sally” id seen Annabeth be confident in every situation ever, but for the first time she seemed nervous, she would soon realise that my mum is the easiest person on earth to talk to
“and um hi Mr blofis”
“hi Annabeth, you can call me Paul here if you want”
“hi Paul” Annabeth smiled, mum and Paul went to put the shopping away in the kitchen
“your parents seem nice” Annabeth let out a nervous laugh
“yeah sorry about them being weird and everything, they’re just over excited I’ve never bought a girl over before” Annabeth looked surprised
“really why”
“I’ve never really had you know a proper girlfriend, I’ve been on dates and stuff but you know” I rubbed the back of my neck ( a nervous habit)
“that surprises me”
“umm yeah we’ll talk about it later” I laughed nudging her into the living room
“hi Estelle, this is Annabeth, you know the one I was talking about” Estelle was playing with her dinosaurs on the floor, she turned to look at Annabeth
“this is henry my dinosaur” she told her
“hi henry nice to meet you” Annabeth said sitting down to play with Estelle
“are all of these dinosaurs yours” Annabeth asked, Estelle nodded
“but you can have Tina so you can play as well” Estelle said holding up a stegosaurus which Annabeth happily took and played along with her
“you’re good with kids” I told her
“yeah I have little brothers, they’re twins so they needed twice the entertainment” she laughed
“I didn’t know you had brothers”
“I dint know you had a brother” she countered with
“fair point” I laughed.
Annabeth and I played with Estelle for about an hour before dinner was ready. I could tell you everything that happened over dinner but all you really need to know is that I absolutely made the right decision when I asked Annabeth to be my fake girlfriend. She was incredible, smart, funny my parents just loved her so much. It was a lovely evening.
I drove Annabeth home after dinner. I parked outside her house.
“thank you, Annabeth, for tonight. I mean really it went so well” I told her
“you know what your family are so nice and friendly I really did have a good time.” She said, I thanked her again as I walked her to the door, we hugged good night and I drove home
I walked into the living room where the rest of my family was and asked
“so, what do you think of Annabeth”
(this was my favourite chapter to write so far, thats why its slightly longer also sorry for the long wait, i started writing this chapter ages ago then it deleted its self then i moved to uni so havent really started writing again, sat down this evening and wrote the whole thing in one go. hopefully more chapters to come soon and please let me know what you think of the book so far. lots of love and all that crap)
#percabeth#percy jackson#percabeth fanfiction#percabeth fic#Do me a favour#annabeth chase#PJO#fakedate
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Chapter 36
title: Seized
Co-author: fadingcrystalvoid
Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan
Word count: 2k
Warning/Genre: Rape/extreme violence/ depression/PTSD/Degradation/torture/ Non-consensual pretty much everything/Little!Dan/Daddy!Phil/Kidnapping
Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it? Heavy trigger warning
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Dan unlocked the front door, sighing at the sight that their apartment had been left in. It was wonderful to be home and see the familiar paintings and posters of their home, it was just rather messy.
Groaning, he dumped all his belongings onto the bed and picked up his phone. He typed out a quick message to Pj, asking if he was free to come over. He replied minutes later with an affirmative and a selfie of him walking along the street.
With the excuse of having company, he began packing up. Nothing was too bad thankfully so with two minutes to spare, Dan had the entire flat back in order.
“Hey,” Dan greeted, stepping aside so Pj could come in.
“Hi, why aren’t you staying with Kathryn anymore?” Pj asked, getting straight to the point.
“She hid Phil’s trial from me cause I was acting like a fucking baby,” Dan explained, face flaring again as he thought of Phil - scared, lonely Phil - going through that again.
“Shit, you found out?”
“What?! Everyone was keeping it from me?” he shouted, glaring at Pj as they stood in the lounge.
“We didn’t want it to affect your progress,” he tried to explain.
“That’s not for you to decide!” Pj looked down, eyes watering.
“I’m sorry. Please- can we just not fight?” he asked hopefully.
Dan, despite feeling so many emotions at once, put Pj first. “Of course. Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in.”
“It’s okay, it really is. Just- I haven’t spoken to you - like, you you - in so long and I don’t want to argue.”
“That’s fine,” Dan said, reaching out to rest his hand on Pj’s shoulder before deciding not to. “Would you like a tea or anything?” he offered, lighting the fireplace as he spoke since the apartment was just too cold to be comfortable.
“Yes please.” Dan nodded and made his way to the kitchen, enjoying the silence for a change. After a quick fill, the kettle began to heat up and Dan pulled out his phone.
“Dan?” a voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up from his phone. Pj looked worried. “Sorry, it’s just been ten minutes and tea doesn’t take that long,” he explained, stepping forward with his hands out as if Dan were a spooked animal that might bolt.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, clicking his phone off and shoving it into his jumper’s pocket.
“What were you looking at?” Pj asked suddenly. He moved throughout the kitchen, taking it upon himself to serve them some tea.
“Nothing,” Dan tired, only to be met with a raised eyebrow. “Just Phil’s trial,” he settled on.
“And were you reading facts or fiction?” Pj asked.
“Does Phil actually have a chance?” Dan asked instead of answering.
Pj looked sad for a split second before smiling. “If he’s on trial, he’s got a chance.”
Dan saw straight through him; he didn’t have any hope that Phil would win this time either. And maybe Kathryn didn’t too; maybe that’s why she kept it from him. She didn’t want him thinking they had a chance at a normal life only for it to be ripped away again due to a lack of evidence for Phil’s innocence.
“I can talk to them!” Dan suddenly shouted, jumping and slamming the mug onto the coffee table.
Pj looked shocked for a second, then confused, before a grin spread across his face. “You actually could!” he agreed. “They only didn’t like little-you cause you just agreed to everything and they thought you might be remembering wrong. But now that you’re mostly recovered and in an adult mindset, they can’t just ignore what you say!”
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Sighing, Phil braced himself to head back to prison, disappointed as always. It was going to be another long day in court. Turns out having to sit still for hours while people argued your innocence wasn’t too fun. Especially considering it never looked good for him. Don’t get him wrong, he loved that he got another chance, but he wished he wasn’t given it if he was just going to get his hopes up just to have them crushed yet again.
“Your honour, I have another witness I’d like to bring to the stand with your permission,” Mrs Raines said, taking a seat once she finished speaking.
The judge gestured approval with a nod and so Mrs Raines nodded a polite thank you and stood back up. Fixing her suit jacket, she cleared her throat. “I’d like to summon Mr Daniel Howell to the stand.”
Phil, whose head had been slowly dropping over the hours, shot upright in his seat, confused and excited at the prospect of seeing Dan again. Mrs Raines, with Lela’s help, had told him there was no chance Dan could help his case as he was permanently regressed and would just agree with everything. So why she’d changed her mind - and without consulting Phil - raised more than a few questions.
Phil’s eyes flickered to his boyfriend who he hadn’t noticed was in the crowd. He was dressed in a simple but formal suit. As he stood, he did up the jacket buttons and shuffled out of his isle to make his way towards the witness stand.
After swearing to tell the full truth, Mrs Raines began to ask her questions.
“I have notes from the previous trial, dictating all the questions asked and your answers, word for word. I’d like to go over each of these and have you confirm your answers.”
Dan nodded, determination on his face, as she began reasking questions and awaiting his answers. By the second question, his responses were already changing.
“And is it true that while you were like this, Mr Lester abandoned you out in public for some of his friends to assault you?”
“Not at all. Phil had taken me to the park so I could play and just before I went to the sandpit, he’d told me he had to go to the bathroom and that I should stay in the pit. I’d agreed and ignored his request when Sir came up to me. I in no way believe Phil abandoned me so his friends could attack me. And on that note, Sir and the other one are /not/ Phil’s friends. He’d never befriend demons like them.”
And after that answer, all the questions changed, along with their answers. Rather than agreeing with everything asked as he’d done while little, he was now fully aware of what the questions were actually asking and he insisted on Phil’s innocence with each and every answer.
“Mr Daul, you may now question the witness.”
The lawyer nodded, standing from his seat on the other side of the room.
“I don’t have any questions for my client, your honour. I would like to bring some evidence to light, however.”
Dan scoffed loudly. “I never even wanted you,” he growled.
“Firstly, Mr Howell, you signed an oath to tell the full truth. You also did this last time; so why have your answers changed so significantly?”
“I was little when you asked me before. As Mrs Raines said, I simply agreed with anything I was asked. Lela can confirm that too.”
“I’d simply like to state that you were under oath both times. One of those times you must have been lying. I’d argue that this time you are not telling the truth; a child’s mind doesn’t understand repercussions of answers and would, therefore, have no interest in lying. As an adult, you understand Mr Lester will be sentenced to prison and you don’t wish for that, therefore you lie.”
Dan slowly breathed out a shaky breath. “Listen, I never wanted you to begin with. I was the two fuckers who kidnapped me in prison, not my innocent boyfriend. No matter what you say, he is innocent and I will argue that till the day I die if need be.”
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Luke sighed, locking his front door and pocketing his keys. It’d been another long day at the station. Not only did he have his regular work to get done but he also was continuing to work of Mr Lester and Mr Howell’s case. And it wasn’t easy. He wasn’t given any time during the day since it was extra work so if he wanted to use the databases at the station, he had to do so during the lunch break.
“Ready?” Julia asked, lifting her handbag up to her shoulder with her free hand.
“Yep,” he agreed, beginning the walk down the hall with his friends.
They arrived at the bar reasonably quickly. It was a typical Friday night, drinks clinking and people dancing. The small group of three ordered drinks and took a seat in the last free booth.
“How’s work been?” Paul asked, sipping his drink.
“Same as always,” he chuckled. “Busy,” he added as an afterthought.
“Any breakthroughs?” Julia piped in. As his best friends, they were both aware he was working the extra case for no pay; they were also aware of how damn complex the case was.
“Not yet.”
He and his friends continued to chat and catch up. When it was dark out and the bar was too loud to maintain a conversation, Julia and Paul headed home. They’d offered Luke a ride but he’d declined. He wanted to stay out a little longer. Maybe have a drink or two more.
He hugged his friends goodbye before taking a seat on one of the bar stools and pulling out his phone. He tapped open the police database and found his case file for Phil’s trial.
“Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked. Out of instinct, Luke clicked his phone off and turned to look at the man who’d spoken.
“Na, go ahead.”
“Thanks.” The man was silent for a minute before waving over the bartender and ordering a dozen shots. “Name’s Chris,” he introduced.
“Luke,” he returned, nodding his head. “Trying to forget something?” he chuckled, watching as the man - Chris, he reminded himself - chugged three shots in a row.
“Just my work,” he laughed in return.
“I can vouch for that.”
“What do you do?”
“Uh, IT stuff,” Luke replied. He didn’t like telling people he was an officer, half the time it scared them off.
“Ya know you look kinda familiar?” Chris then said.
“I don’t know why.”
“Ya got a cute face,” he said.
Luke blushed. “Uh, I’m not looking for a relationship,” he tried to explain.
“I’m not either. I’m happy with my partner. Things are just tough at the moment, ya know.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Luke asked politely, ordering another round of shots for the pair to share.
“Na, I’ll work it out.”
Luke wasn’t really sure how it happened. The two had talked for an hour or so before shuffling out of the bar and back to Luke’s apartment. They were both drunk from the amount of alcohol they’d had and neither were really caring about what was happening. All they knew was hands felt good and tounges mingling together was almost just as pleasurable.
They fell onto the bed, puffing as they calmed down.
“Ya better than me boyfriend,” Chris laughed. “Roger’s prob-problematic.”
“Problematic?” Luke questioned, sitting up after his heart rate returned to normal. He reached for tissues as Chris sighed.
“Roger messed up and could be going to jail for a long time. We were getting ready to start a family, ya know, I think he’s the one. So if I say and do the right things, I might be able to get him out or at least have his sentence shortened.” Chris paused, snuggling up to Luke and closing his eyes. “Wanna have a family with him,” he continued. “I know he did some bad things but he doesn’t deserve to go t’ jail. It’s the fucking Lester’s fault he did it anyway. He threatened him, ya know. Threatened to kill him and his family, me too. Ya don’t mess with Lester, he’ll kill ya.”
Luke hummed, only half listening in his post-orgasm, sleepy haze.
“Shouldn’t be telling ya this. It’ll be our little secret, okay?” he whispered, cuddling even closer to him.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh fucking shit.” It was these words that awoke Luke from his sleeping state. His head hurt too much to think and he groaned, rolling back over.
“I got a fucking boyfriend mate! This is a serious problem!” the man complained, collecting his clothes.
“Don’ tell ‘em then,” he mumbled in response, letting his mind wind down so he could fall asleep again.
“Ya don’t understand. Ya don’t mess with Roger, he can fuck ya up. I gotta go. This stays in this room, got it?” the man panicked, already pulling open the bedroom door.
“Yup,” Luke mumbled.
It wasn’t until he woke up for a second time that morning that he realised what had happened. He’d had a one night stand with some guy in a relationship. And not only that, that guy’s boyfriend was apparently terrifying as all hell if the panic in the guy’s voice that morning was anything to go off.
He blinked the crust from his eyes, his head pounding as he tried to remind himself of the previous night. He sighed, pulling himself from the bed and clicking the power button on his phone. Seeing it flash red reminded him he never put it to charge the night before so he plugged it in and went to the bathroom. He splashed his face and got a drink from the tap before swallowing some painkillers. He brewed a coffee and buttered a single slice of toast before heading back to his room.
There was a message from Julia asking him if he’d made it home safe, to which he quickly replied. Other than that there was an email from a college, telling him something they found out about one of the perps they’d brought in the morning before.
The last notification was a warning saying his phone storage was full. He tapped it, opening setting and finding his storage was a solid 80% photos. He opened his photo app, confused as he only had about three-hundred images on his phone. He saw oranges and browns in one of the squares, the little numbers in the corner, telling him it was a video. He assumed it was one of those accidental photos. It wasn’t until he read the numbers though, that he realised why this ‘acidental photo’ (or video, technically) had stolen what little was left of his phone storage. It read 4:27:02. A four and a half hour recording, seemingly by accident.
Most people would ignore it and simply delete it. But with a hangover and a lack of ability to remember the night before, he pressed play.
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“Trial of Philip Michael Lester, day seventeen,” the judge said to the court full of people.
“Your honour!” a person in the crowd shouted, standing and marching forward only to be held back by some officers.
“Officer Luke Temple, your honour. I have some evidence which I believe will severely affect the outcome of this case.
“While this is rather uncalled for, I will allow it under the pretense that I am curious as to what this evidence is,” she said, nodding and the officers let him go. He made his way to the stand where he plugged in his phone to the cord, sharing his screen with the projector in the room.
“Last night, I went out to a bar with my friends and stayed behind after they left. I got into a conversation with Mr Daul and in our drunken states, we participated in some sexual acts together. The morning after - this morning - I found out I’d accidentally recorded the conversations we had. As the tape is hours long, I won’t bore you with the full recording. However, I will bring to light this one clip from directly after the sexual exchange ended,” Luke explained, blushing a little but pushing forward and ignoring it. This was far more important than his nightly activities.
The video was of nothing, simply a black screen.
“Roger messed up and could be going to jail for a long time. We were getting ready to start a family, ya know, I think he’s the one. So if I say and do the right things, I might be able to get him out or at least have his sentence shortened. Wanna have a family with him. I know he did some bad things but he doesn’t deserve to go t’ jail. It’s the fucking Lester’s fault he did it anyway. He threatened him, ya know. Threatened to kill him and his family, me too. Ya don’t mess with Lester, he’ll kill ya.” The dull sound of a hum came through the speakers. “Shouldn’t be telling ya this. It’ll be our little secret, okay?”
Once he paused the recording, the whispers in the room became known. “It’s quite clear Mr Daul has a relationship with Kide and therefore is not fit to be a lawyer in this case,” Luke explained.
“Well, this is some important new evidence. But Mr Daul also states that Lester was threatening Kide’s safety; this is also rather important evidence.”
“My apologies, your honour, but that is bullshit. It doesn’t even make any sense. It’s clear that Mr Daul is in a relationship with Kide and therefore is altering information so his lover will stay out of prison.”
“Who the lawyer is is up to the prosecutor,” she informed him.
“I know that but he clearly can’t be trusted. Just question Kide! Seriously! I’m onto something! Phil is innocent! Surely Dan’s words and all the evidence should confirm that!”
“Mr Temple I suggest you lower your voice before I have you escorted from the building,” she snapped, eyes serious as she stared him down.
“My apologies, your honour,” he said, lowering his volume. “My theory is that Kide is stringing Mr Daul along to get a less serious sentence. As you know, if Phil is proven guilty, Kide and Conray’s sentences are reduced; however, if Phil walks free, their sentences will go even higher for lying to the police, obstructing justice, and for the threats. I really believe this is a lead that could prove Phil’s innocence.”
The judge seemed to think before she reached a conclusion. “We will look into this claim.”
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Part One : Chapter Twenty-Four - Brother’s Forgiveness
It was the next day as Evelyn and William decided to sleep in. Her head was in the crook of his neck as his right arm was wrapped underneath her as a way to bring her closer to him. Her arm was wrapped around his middle as they had no alarm to wake up.
It was nine thirty in the morning as she started to feel him lightly kiss her head as to which she closed her eyes tightly shut not wanting to wake up. They had an exhausting night the night before due to her brother bringing home Will's ex-girlfriend and them reaffirming their feelings for each other before making love to each other.
Evelyn slept naked while Wills had on a pair of boxer-briefs.
"I know you're awake," William said quietly, almost soft-spoken.
"I don't want to wake up," she replied groaning slightly as she placed a soft kiss to his neck as he tightened his grip on her slightly.
Just as Evelyn was about to give him a kiss as she leaned in she heard a knock on her door and let out a sighed.
"What now," she groaned.
"Are you expecting anyone?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Not that I know of. Let me go see who it is."
She pressed her lips to his and got out of the covers as he watched her get into some comfortable clothes - one of them being his white shirt he wore underneath his button up last night. She ran her fingers through her hair as the knocking was consistent. Not even thinking to look through the peep hole, she opened the door before revealing her brother Eric.
"Eric?" She asked her voice slightly tight from the stunt her brother pulled last night. "What are you doing here?"
"Mum told me where you live. Mind if I come in? I think we need to chat about last night."
"Er, yeah, come in," Eve opened the door more for her brother to step in.
This was the first time he was seeing her new place as he hadn't been able to with being in the military. He could see why Evelyn would choose this place. It was spacious and private which was something that William and Evelyn needed, especially right now as they were just in the beginning stage of their relationship.
"Nice place," he comments.
"Thanks," she bites her lip as she leads him to the sofa.
She grabs one of her grey fluffy faux fur pillows and holds it to her chest for comfort as she brings one leg under the other.
"I'm really sorry about last night. I realized I was wrong after you guys left. It wasn't the way I wanted you guys to meet Kate and I handled it poorly. Please forgive me?"
Evelyn and Eric had always been the closest out of all of her brothers so when Eric did this Evelyn was surprised and thought it was very uncharacteristic of him. She felt hurt that he would not only do that to her but also her boyfriend who was very sweet and just wanted their families to come together and be close with all of them. Evelyn felt the need to protect him - they both felt the need to protect each other.
"I do, thanks," she sent her brother a small smile. "I am happy for you Eric and I hope at some point we can meet Kate at another time because she seems lovely. But I think you also need to apologise to someone else too," she pointed at her bedroom door to which he nodded his head in understanding.
Wills soon came out not much longer after as he looked more presentable knowing that her brother was out there. He sat down next to Eve as put her hand on his knee for comfort, letting him know she was there for him.
"Everything okay?" He asked looking between the two.
"Almost," Eric told him. "I also have to apologise to you as well. I'm sorry for not even mentioning anything about Kate, Will. It was wrong of me and I hope some day you'll forgive me. I should have given you a heads up."
"It's alright, mate. I forgive you."
"You do? Just like that?"
"What? Do you want me to stop talking to you and give you a black eye?"
Eve smirked at her boyfriends humour and shook her head.
"No, I just thought you might be mad for at least a couple weeks is all."
"Well, I was at first but mostly just 'cause I was put off guard. I'm over it now mainly because I'm ridiculously happy with your sister and I want you to be happy too. I think Kate can provide that for you. She's a good person."
"Thanks mate," Eric grins at his friend and sister. "Means a lot. Well, I best be off," Eric stood up and gave them both a hug. "Maybe we can all meet up some time, properly."
"I'd like that," Evelyn replied. "Thanks for coming by Eric. I love you."
"I love you too, sis. I would tell you I love you too Will, but I think that'd be a bit odd."
"Just a bit," he brought his thumb and pointer finger together to show a smidge. "See you later mate."
Eric then left as Evelyn let him out and she let out a relieved sigh as she made it back to the sofa and Wills wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer.
"What would you say to a week long holiday?" Wills asked her girlfriend as they lay on her sofa.
"I would say I'm intrigued," she said suddenly very excited to spend some time away with her boyfriend. "Where were you thinking?"
"What would you say to Bora Bora?"
"Really?" she exclaims excited. "I'm so excited! Yes, I would love to go to Bora Bora with you!"
"Good because we leave tonight."
"Wait, what? Tonight?"
"Yes," he grinned loving the fact that he had surprised her and was able to do it without her knowing.
For their holiday he did prepare a private plane for them - mainly because he didn't want people finding out about them before or during their holiday. Bora Bora was also a nice, private place where people kept to themselves and just enjoyed their time.
"I need to pack right now," she exclaimed as she placed her hand on her forehead.
She knew exactly what kind of clothes she needed to pack as she knew that it was almost always sunny and hot in Bora Bora. She packed a few jumpers as well just in case it got chilly at night. He helped her fold her clothes as he was already finished with his.
"Mary-Kate how are those dresses coming along?" Evelyn asked her as she was on her mobile
"We're all done, Evelyn," Mary-Kate replied with a smile on her face as she adjusted her glasses. "We also shipped them all out before they needed them so hopefully they get them on time. We made it to where the parcels were at Express mail."
"Excellent. Thank you so much Mary-Kate and Antoine for all of your hard work. I really do appreciate each and everyone of you. Truly."
"We appreciate you as well. But promise to bring us back something from your holiday!" She exclaimed making Evelyn let out a giggle.
"How'd you know I was going somewhere?"
"William called and told us you'd be out of the office."
"'Course he did! I have to go now, talk soon."
"Ciao," Mary-Kate ended the mobile call and let Evelyn get finished with her packing.
It took them about half an hour to get everything ready and they were on their way to the plane. For this holiday, Wills did ask granny if they could use a private plane. He didn't want the world to find out about them as they went on a nice holiday that was meant for the two of them instead of a holiday that was meant for the world.
His Protection Officer would be with them - in case of emergencies. He would be staying in a room a couple down wanting to give the couple privacy. Paul helped William and Evelyn put their luggage in the plane. Evelyn had also brought a blanket to have in case she got cold on the airplane. She also brought her iPad and polaroid camera.
The plane was spacious and the seats were a tan colour as they gave you room to move around. Evelyn and William sat down in seats next to each other as Evelyn had the window seat. They brought snacks as well as they were on the way to the plane. The plane already had a telly on it and they took full on advantage of it as they watched movies, made out, ate snacks and lastly cuddled as they slept. When they watched movies they watched anywhere from rom-com's to action, thriller's and even one scary movie to which Evelyn watched most of it covering her eyes and peeking out through the space of her fingers as she hid in Will's chest.
"Flight attendants, prepare for landing please. Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing," she heard the flight attendant say as Paul took his seat that was his own cabin space.
Evelyn smiled at him as he returned one and she held her boyfriends hand while looking up at him.
"Look out the window, darling," Wills told her as she opened it afterwards.
A gasp left her lips as she saw an endless amount of bodies of water. It was then that she knew that it was somewhere in the tropical islands. She knew that it was going to be somewhere sunny but she didn't know it would be by the ocean.
"Welcome to island of Polynesia, Eve," Will had his arms wide open as they had landed and were out on the land.
"It's beautiful," she gushed having never been there before but excited to explore the island with her boyfriend.
"Come on," he grabbed her hand as they both grabbed their luggage. "We have to go to that boat over there to go to the actual place we're staying at."
It was pretty windy out and Evelyn was glad she had her knitted sweater on as she pulled the open part closer to her body to keep her warm. Her blonde hair was up in a pony tail as she had her sunnies on and they took the boat to the actual island.
"We're staying at The St. Regis Bora Bora Resort?" Evelyn shrieked with excitement. "Shit, Wills. This is too much! Are you sure?"
The resort was on a lagoon, making the setting a luxe tropical beachfront resort. The hotel rooms were over water bungalows and William had told her that they would be having a butler service as well. The flight was going be around thirty-one hours and they would land at Bora Bora's airport which is on the islet of Motu Mute and then they would take a short boat ride to Bora Bora.
"Yes, I'm sure. Nothing's too much for my girl," he laughed at her surprise. "Was this the best surprise?"
"The absolute best," she wrapped her arms around his neck as she brought his head down to press her lips to his in a passionate kiss. She could feel the swipe of his tongue poking out, asking for permission, to which she opened. Eve moaned into the kiss as she rested her right hand against his cheek. William started to walk towards the bed as she felt her back press against the soft mattress.
"Clothes. Need. To. Come. Off," she murmured the best she could in between kisses as she felt her breath was ragged to which he chuckled slightly.
Ecstasy and pure heaven is what Eve felt at the moment.
Clothes were scattered across the floor as they didn't care about neatness at the moment. They were both in lust. In that need for the
Skin on skin as they moved to the same rhythm. Fast at first, both in a rush from the excitement of being on a holiday together and next was slow. Taking their time, memorizing each other's bodies.
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a/n: i was typing this as most of this was written with my brother's dog barking like crazy because he was back from his trip. sorry that it's shorter than the last chapter but i'll try and update the next soon. not sure if it will be before Christmas or after.
make sure to check out @Antoinette_II Prince William fanfic also if you haven't yet :).
i'll definitely be working on it before then but no promises on when it will be up. i'm all updated on my other books too and i'm going to work on my papillon nate archibald chapter for today too.
if you guys celebrate the holiday - have a Merry Christmas and happy holidays!
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Prompt: modern AU where John and paul don't know each other but they're caught on the kiss cam at a baseball game bcs the announcers thought they were a couple?
this is cute!! hope you enjoy. xox
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John Lennon always went to baseball games. He would go with his Aunt Mimi, with a few mates from school, but usually he would go alone. It wasn’t that nobody would go with him, it wasn’t that he enjoyed the game all that much, but it was the atmosphere. John loved the fact that there, nobody judged him. They were so focused on the game that they wouldn’t notice a giant blue monster walk by, why would they notice an 17 year old gay boy? This particular day, John’s Aunt Mimi was busy with prior engagements, and none of his mates were in the mood to go to a baseball game in the rain. John shrugged it off and decided he would go alone. He threw a jumper and a jacket on, with his dark blue jeans and black boots. John didn’t bother looking for his glasses, instead he struggled for a few extra minutes with his contacts, that way he wouldn’t have to keep cleaning the drops off rain off his lenses.
Paul McCartney had never been to a baseball game before in all of his life. He absolutely loved the game and had watched plenty on the telly. For his birthday, his father had purchased a single ticket to this particular game, it was all he could afford. Paul was excited. Even though he was anxious to go alone, he was more focused on being at his first baseball game ever. Paul didn’t care about the rain falling from the sky, either. He figured he would only need a jumper over top of his t-shirt, the rain wouldn’t be too cold and Paul would be too wound up in the game to care about how cold he was.
John sat down at his seat at the end of the aisle, smiling slightly as the rain fell on his face. The seats were packed, barely a seat left in the rainy stands except for a few behind John, and one right beside him. He wished for a brief moment that his Aunt Mimi could’ve come just to fill the seat next to him, but he got over it rather quickly when the players started jogging out to their bases. John smiled and straightened his back, happy he had taken the time to put his contacts in.
Paul rushed to try and find his seat. He knew he was going to be late, but he still tried as hard as he could to make it before the first pitch. Paul wanted to run, but he also didn’t want to slip on the wet ground and make a complete fool of himself. Finally, glancing up from his ticket, he found the seat number that matched the wet, dripping piece of paper in his hand. There was a lad, roughly his age sitting on the end of the aisle, right next to Paul’s seat. “Uh, s’cues me, mate.” Paul said, trying to catch John’s attention. John’s eyes looked over to the lad standing beside his seat and he immediately shot up onto his feet. “Oh,” John smiled and gestured for Paul to move passed him toward his seat. “Thanks.” The boy had beautiful eyes. John sat down as this stranger did next to him.
“I’m John.” He stuck his hand out to his new seat-mate. “Paul.” Paul accepted his hand and shook it rather gracefully. Both of them looked back to the game that had finally begun. John noticed Paul was right on the edge of his seat, sitting on his hands as if it could help him get closer to the game, make him apart of it somehow. John knew that look. “First time at a game, Paul?” John smiled as he nudged Paul’s shoulder gently. Paul looked over at John for a brief moment, and turned quickly back to the game. “Yeah, it is.” He nodded. John noticed a small smile creeping onto Paul’s face.
John was happy to keep conversation down to a minimum with Paul during the game, because he was overly pleased with the excitement spread across the lad’s face, and because John thought he was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, it was the end of the game and John could finally converse with the gorgeous lad. “Enjoying it?” He asked. Paul looked over at John with a wide smile. “It’s brilliant! So much better than just readin’ about it in the paper, er watchin’ it on the telly, y’know.” As Paul spoke, John noticed the lad was shivering. “D’ye want me jacket?” John offered, pulling up one side of his collar. “N-nah, John. You can’t just go giving strangers yer jacket.” Paul laughed and looked away, to hide the very obvious fact that he was blushing.
“Ah, come off it. ‘m happy to.” John shrugged his jacket off and draped it around Paul’s shoulders. Rather than just accepting the jacket, Paul had to make the cutest damn pouty face in the entire world to John. “Are ye sure? Don’t want ye t’get cold.” Paul didn’t break the eye contact with John, which released a hot blossom of butterflies to fly around John’s stomach like mad. “You can return the favour another time.” John tried his best to flirt, but he knew he was absolute rubbish at it. The deep red blush returned to Paul’s cheeks.
JUMBO-TRON’S KISS CAM!
John and Paul heard the announcer yell. The two lads looked up at the screen to see themselves, looking up at… well, themselves. “Oh my god.” Paul blushed even more. John sat up straight and tried to seem proud rather than the nervous wreck that he was inside.
THIS LOVELY COUPLE HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO BE ON OUR KISS CAM! LETS CHEER EM ON AND REMIND EM HOW GOOD THEY LOOK TOGETHER!
“Bloody hell,” Paul looked over to John. “Well, it was nice t’meet you.” John grabbed Paul’s cold cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It was only for a few seconds, but to John and Paul it seemed as though time had completely stopped, and they were the only two in the entire world. The way their lips felt against one another made it seem like they weren’t even at a baseball game, they were in a whole new world. As the crowd watched the two press their lips together with their eyes closed tightly, they cheered and clapped for them. Suddenly the sounds all came back, and John and Paul were brought back down to the real world.
John pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck. Paul looked down at his hands shyly. “Guess they thought we were a couple,” John chuckled. He thought his voice was going to sound awkward as he spoke, but it came out smooth and calm. “Guess so.” Paul giggled and looked up at John. “There’s another game next week, would ye want t’come with me?” John asked with a smile, watching Paul’s smile like a mirror looking back at him.
John Lennon always went to baseball games. He used to go with his Aunt Mimi, he used to go with a few mates from school, but now he always goes with his boyfriend, Paul McCartney.
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Happy 60th Birthday to this truly iconic photoshoot, featuring Paul in his best boyfriend jumper and John’s love affair with an ice cream
A Day in The Life of The Beatles, Dezo Hoffman. 2nd July 1963
#it was sixty years ago today#paul mccartney#john lennon#the beatles#george harrison#ringo starr#july 1963#dezo hoffmann#beatles photoshoots#1963 was just the best year
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A new wolf
Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond
Part four - This is part four
Part five - Facing the future
Part Six - The promise
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Embry Call x Reader
This part features a OC.
If you had to pick a favourite thing about your wolf boyfriend it was that he was so warm and comfy that you could nap cuddled up against him for hours but, unfortunately, right now he needed you to remain awake. You sighed and cuddled up against his chest as you let the new information wash over you, he rubbed your back with his massive hand as you both lay on his bed. He kissed the top of your head as you idly gazed out into the hallway, his mum’s rule was that if you were around the bedroom door always had to be open, she wasn’t in but in all honestly you felt a bit more comfortable with it open. You’d not discussed being intimate with Embry, and right now wasn’t the time, so you hid behind the open door and his mother’s rules.
“You know, she’ll be loving the attention.” You mumbled after a moment of silence and beneath your head Embry’s chest rumbled in agreement.
“Jacobs in bits over the whole thing.” Embry told you, “He can’t believe that she chose the leech over him.”
“I can’t believe it either if I’m honest.” You told him.
“I thought that you were over your thing for Jacob.” Embry teased you and squeezed your arm playfully, you managed a small smile but even Embry couldn’t cheer you up after the news that he’d given you.
A vampire army was coming to Forks. Yeah, vampire army. And Jacob was worried about his love life.
“When did my life get so complicated?” You sighed and started to draw patterns with your finger over Embry’s chest.
He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of your hand, “I’m guessing when you met me?” he offered.
You sat up and looked down at him, since getting over your initial awkwardness about the imprint you’d not seen him look so unsure of himself. Your stomach flipped at the self-annoyance in his voice, you leaned down and brushed your lips against his before smirking and mumbled against his lips, “Yes you ruined my life, you stupid mutt.”
It took him a whole second to register the humour in your voice and in the next second he’d whipped a pillow from under his own head and hit you around the head with it. You let out a yelp of indignation as you play fought on his bed, his large hands finding your sides and tickling you. In a rush to escape his tickling torture you threw yourself to the side and as you began to fall off of his bed he caught you and fell with you so that you landed atop him in a pile of limbs and bedding.
He was laughing the ridiculous barking laugh that he did when he found something way too funny, the one that you found so adorable no matter who much the rest of the pack mocked it. That was Embry’s unabashed joy, how could you not like it? Your laughing soon joined him and you dropped yourself down on the floor beside him, laughing and enjoying life as you knew it before the forces of darkness descended upon Forks.
His warm hand found yours as you lay there. He faced you, his mop of hair sticking out from your fighting, “How can you make me laugh when all the worlds going to shit?”
You dramatically batted your eyelashes, “Because I’m the best imprint ever?”
You got a pillow in the face again for that one.
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After each imprint had been told individually about the looming threat, you were all invited over to Emily and Sam’s to discuss what it meant for the pack. Sam took centre stage, as Alpha, and the pack sat with the imprints in a circle around him. Embry had bundled you into his lap but you were sure to give Jacob a hug on the way in, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone.
“So, you all know that Forks is in danger.” Sam started, Paul opened his mouth to make a comment but Leah clamped her hand over his mouth and Sam continued, “There’s no way to sugar coat it, we have decided to fight alongside the Cullen’s to eradicate the Leeches.”
A thick silence fell over you all, no one expected you be the one to puncture it, “Fuck off.”
Everyone’s gaze snapped to you, eyebrows up, mouths open.
Embry wrapped his arms tighter around you. Sam, to his credit, wasn’t mad. His face was full of all the understanding that it took for him to control his hormone fuelled wolves on a daily basis, “Y/N I know that it’s come as a shock and that you’re probably scared but you’re a smart girl. Think about it logically, we have to stand and fight or a lot of people could die.”
“Yeah people like you,” You argued, your hands were holding onto Embry’s arms around your waist, “But I’m sure I’ll be comforted by my logic when you’re all dead.”
Embry shh’d you slightly, not to silence you but because it was all he could think to do to help calm you. Sam looked around the room, once glance at the imprints was all it took for him to know that they agreed with you. But there was nothing that they could do to change it.
Sam came to over to where you and Embry were sat and crouched down so that he was in your eye line. You wiped furiously at your eyes that were spilling tears without your permission. Embry kissed your temple again, his chest rumbling at Sam’s closeness to your while you were upset.
“Y/N, none of us wanted this. If it was up to us we’d let the leeches rip each other apart and that would be that but you and I both know that’s not how it would end.” Sam implored, his patience shining through again, he didn’t want to see you upset but this had to happen.
He continued, “I never woke up and thought that I’d like to be a wolf, never mind in charge of these idiots,” Some of the pack elbowed each other, “Buts it’s my life now and I love it and I will protect it and everyone that I love. If they descend on us and we do nothing than everyone in Forks and La Push will die.”
You let his words settle over you, you’d always quite liked Sam, he’d never had a choice in how his life had turned out but always seemed to try to be firm but fair as he dealt with the boys. You turned in Embry’s lap so that you were facing your boyfriend and instantly he was wiping tears from your cheeks and kissing where they’d trailed.
“Do you think that you can do this?” You asked him, your voice was thick with trying not to cry.
He ran his hand threw his hair and gave you a lopsided grin that screamed confidence, “It’s kind of what we do babe.”
You took in a deep, shuddery breath before looking over at Kim and Emily to make sure they agreed with you before asking, “So what do you need from us?”
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The list of rules that the pack had given you was ridiculous. The biggest annoyance that it caused you was the fact that no imprint was allowed to be alone at any time. You gained a furry escort everywhere, even when you slept you knew that the guard changed over the course of the night.
Today you were supposed to be under house arrest while the pack went to ‘train’ with the Cullens, they’d called it that so that you wouldn’t worry but you’d already threatened Embry not to start trouble with Emmett and to be careful or you’d shave him the next time you saw him as a wolf. And you’d meant to keep your promise to them to be somewhere where you could be protected at all times, you really had.
But the world seemed to have different plans for you.
Life could change in an instant; you knew that better than most. One look from your crushes best friend and you’d found the love of your life. Your literal mate. Not that you’d been too keen on the connection at first, dreamy dimples or no dreamy dimples, but now you couldn’t see yourself without Embry.
You had intended to keep your promise not to wonder of on unattended but when your car gets run off of the road and into the woodlands by a monstrous ball of fur, you don’t really get much of a say. Well c’mon, that can’t be your fault. You’d stumbled from your car, uninjured but dazed. You were thanking your lucky stars that you were safe when you the thought of random moments effecting your life.
Somehow, for some reason, you knew that the injured wolf at your feet would be one of these instances. You tried not to panic but it was hard, it bubbled up in your instantly as a survival instinct. This wolf wasn’t part of the pack that much you knew because the back was with the Cullens. You couldn’t repress the shudder at your situation.
The pack was working with the Cullens, you were left unattended while a new army of the undead made their way to town and you’d found yourself the new keeper of an injured unknown wolf. You took a tentative step towards it, its dark eye snapped open and watched you. You jumped back, the fear that you’d had when you first learned of Embry now fresh. The wolf’s breathing was laboured, its chest heaving up and down. Its eyes rolled back and he stopped looking at you.
Fuck. Fuck fuckitty fuck.
Well what were you supposed to do now?
Its side was bleeding profusely and you could tell by the deep gashes along his ribs that your car hadn’t done that. Shaking, you slipped your jumper from your shoulders and pushed it down onto the gashes.
What where you supposed to do?
How far away was the pack?
Would they hear you if you called or would the thing that had attacked this wolf hear you?
You pulled your phone from your jeans pocket and dialled one of the only people outside of the pack who could help you, “Billy? Billy I found a wolf.”
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Through the combined effort of you, Billy and Sue, somehow you weren’t surprised to find that she knew about the pack, you had gotten the wolf into Sue’s truck and taken him back to Sue’s house and laid him across Seth’s bed.
You explained everything that you could to them, it had all happened so fast. Billy took you to one side in the hallway while Sue ventured into the edge of the woods in the hopes of catching the pack before they panicked at the scent of another wolf in the area.
Billy pulled you to one side in the hallway, “Look Embry loves you but he may react out of instinct to this new wolf. He’s just worried about you, remember that.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me.” You told him with absolute certainly.
“I know that.” Billy said, “But that doesn’t mean that he won’t hurt that wolf in there. We don’t want you getting hurt by accident.”
Almost as soon as the words where said the door crashed open and after a stampede of footsteps you were knocked off of your feet and into the warm arms of your frantic boyfriend.
He dropped to his knees, still holding you close to his chest and held you still for a moment.
Was he sniffing you?
“Did he touch you?” His voice rasped in your ear. It took you a moment of squirming in his arms to be able to face him, “No just my car. I think it was an accident though, I touched him to put my jumper on his ribs.” You explained and his shoulders deflated slightly as he breathed a sigh of relief. More sets of footprints crashed into the hallway behind you, the rest of the pack must have caught up.
Quil was bent over, his hands on his knees as he huffed, “Jesus, I’ve never seen Embry move that fast.”
Sam was straight down to business, “What do we know?”
Billy answered him, “His wounds are starting to heal now that he’s able to rest. He’s transformed back into his human form but he’s not regained consciousness yet.”
Sam turned his attention to you, “What happened Y/N?”
“I was driving to your place when my truck got taken off of the road,” Embry growled at this but you continued, “I took my jumper off to hold it to his wounds and phoned Billy. I –” You stopped.
“What is it?” Paul encouraged you.
“Okay so this is going to sound weird but I felt like I had to help that guy.” You patted Embry’s arm as he tightened his grip on you, “I felt like I had to. I can’t explain it.”
The guys shared a look before glancing at Embry. Your boyfriend was clearly annoyed at your strong desire to save another man but for now he was content just to hold onto you after the fear of scenting an unfamiliar wolf and dealing with the Cullens all afternoon.
A noise at Seth’s bedroom door snatched everyone’s attention as the door opened and the wolf shuffled out in his human form, a towel around his waist to hide his modesty. He was easily as tall as Paul and had the same tanned skin and taut psyche as the pack. He looked as old, if not older, than Sam and his black hair stuck up in all directions.
Sam stood proud in front of his pack, the alpha in charge, he started simply, “What’s your name?”
“Cade.” The words came out hard and twisted from exhaustion before he looked around and his eyes found yours, “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re welcome.” You squeaked out from your boyfriend-fortress. Cade took a step towards you and Embry growled at him and Jake and Paul stopped his path.
“Move.” Cade told them and Paul pushed the injured wolf back with one large hand.
“No.” Paul snapped, “What do you want with my sister? You ran her off the road. You could have killed her.” He snarled and out of your peripheral you noticed Seth guiding Billy and Sue out of the line of fire.
“You’re not related, she doesn’t smell of you.” Cade said simply.
Paul’s face flushed with anger but you cut him off by asking, “What is it that you want?”
“I don’t know.” Cade answered honestly with a shrug, “I’d just got away from the new-borns then I smelt you. There’s something about your smell, I had to come and find you.”
“She’s my imprint.” Embry snarled, you could feel him starting to shake against you and you tried to calm him.
“I know,” Cade told him before pushing his hands into his hair, he looked distraught, “But the smell, you don’t understand, it’s driving me insane.” He looked at the guys, “Can’t any of you smell it?!”
They were shaking their heads when downstairs the door slammed opened and Leah was coming up the hallway, “What the fuck is going on in my house? Where’s Y/N? And what’s that sm-”
She stopped short when she noticed Cade for the first time and he turned to face her. They locked eyes and forgot about everyone else.
“Did they just -?” You whispered to Embry.
He nodded and as his whole posture relaxed he dropped back against the wall bringing you into his lap, “He must have smelt Leah on you. The smell of his mate nearby with the threat of the new-borns must have driven him insane.”
“Does this mean we can’t kick his ass?” Paul asked.
“I’ve not decided yet.” Sam grumbled as they watched Leah and Cade stare at each other in the hallway, they’d not moved yet.
Seth’s face was split into a massive grin, he nudged you with his knee as he stood beside where you sat, “Maybe your imprint to Embry gave you a better link to the pack? That’s why you knew that you had to help him? I don’t understand the whole mating link but Leah’s gonna be happy, that’s all I care about.”
“That’s if she remembers how to talk.” Quil quipped.
Leah was the one to make the first move, that’s if you can call launching herself into his arms a move. The motion knocked him back and they fell into Seth’s room, the door slamming shut behind them.
Seth’s grin dropped and he whimpered, “My room.”
Sam straightened his shoulders, “We need to have a vote about if he can join our pack.” He made a move for Seth’s door but you were quicker. You jumped in front of the door and held your arms out on either side to stop Sam.
“Sam, don’t you think after everything that Leah had to go through with you and Emily and then her Dad that she deserves this moment?” You implored, “Do your serious pack stuff later. Think about how protective you are of Emily, and Jared of Kim, and Embry of me. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of two wolves with the imprint, would you?”
Sam considered it for a moment, he had totally destroyed Leah with his relationship with Emily, he knew that. He nodded, “They have tonight but tomorrow we have to talk about the outsider.” Sam spoke loudly so that they would hear him through the door but you could hear clothing ripping from inside the room and doubted that they were paying attention to Sam.
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The next morning Leah was PISSED.
She had met with you that morning and told you about everything that had happened between her and her mate the night before – yours ears where burning with embarrassment by the end of her tales. But for now you had more pressing matters, she was stalking up and down as you sat outside Sam and Emily’s.
“Vote on the outsider?” She snarled, “Vote on the outsider?! That’s my mate!”
You jumped at her voice but stayed sat. She just needed to vent and you were her closet friend.
You spoke about it for a while before she sighed and dropped herself down next to you. She let out a huff before cuddling up to your side, you wrapped your arm around her.
“Y/N if they don’t let him join our pack then I’m going to leave with him.” She whispered to you.
“I don’t want you to leave.” You admitted, “I’d miss you too much.”
Leah sniffed, “I’d miss you too, of course I’d try to come back to see you. But…you understand don’t you, Y/N?”
You inhaled the question and the answer came to you in an instant. You did understand. The way that you felt about Embry, when by all sane rights you should be terrified of him, was so much more than you ever expected to feel about anyone and you were human. You couldn’t imagine that connection between two wolves.
“I do.” You told her and she hugged your side more.
Cade came up behind you and gave Leah a small kiss before focusing his attention on you, “Y/N, I just wanted to say, not matter how they vote in there, thank you for being so understanding yesterday, for saving me and for bringing me to my mate. I’m sorry if I scared or upset you.”
You gave him a small smile, “Don’t mention it and for what it’s worth, I hope it goes well in there.”
“Me too.” He agreed and took Leah’s hand before they headed into Sam and Emily’s house. Kim and Emily joined you sat waiting their decision, none of you spoke.
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When the door finally opened, one hour and twenty three minutes later – not that you’d been counting- Leah rushed out and caught both you and Emily in an embrace.
“Whatever you said to Sam and Embry thank you,” She whispered to you both and you could feel her tears on your neck, “They helped me and Seth convince the others to let Cade stay.”
She stepped back and wiped away her tears of happiness and Cade was behind her in an instant, his hands holding hers and kissing her cheeks where she’d been crying.
You made your way over to Embry, wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes so that you could kiss the tip of his nose. He grinned and gave you proper kiss.
“I’m proud of you for being so mature.” You told him.
His arms came around you, “Yeah well he came and apologised to me for scaring you and then I heard him apologise to you as well. I couldn’t split up a bond, I remembered how I felt yesterday when I found your truck. I wouldn’t want that for them.”
“How’d I get the sweetest wolf?” You asked.
He shrugged and gave you a grin, “Just lucky I guess. Well done you, you won the grand prize. Which is me, obviously.”
“And so modest.” You teased.
Jacob interrupted your moment as he stamped his way out of the house, the broken remnants of his phone in his hand.
“Bad call?” Embry asked.
Jacob glared at him, like he did everyone these days, “That was Bella. We don’t have long until the new-borns show up. I’ve got a plan to get her out of there before they show up.”
At the mention of the upcoming war you snuggled into Embry’s chest and he stroked your hair.
“Jake, not now okay?” Embry asked and nodded down at you.
“Not now, not now.” Jacob mocked, “Look you and Y/N may have a perfect bond but Bella doesn’t want me. The only thing that I can do is save her from the new-borns.”
With that stunning display of logic he stamped off towards his truck.
“It’s just one thing after another since you imprinted on me.” You noted.
Embry hummed in agreement before adding, “You know even though I was a wolf, my life was pretty quiet too. I’m starting to think that all this is your fault.”
You didn’t need to look up to know he was grinning so you poked him in the ribs, “Asshole.”
He gave you a playful squeeze, “Love you too.”
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Ik this is kinda old buttt can you do another older ringo x younger george fic?
Ringo drums his fingers against the steering wheel nervously as he drives, glancing at George in the passenger’s seat.
He looks so beautiful. George is wearing a rather large adorable jumper tonight, and he’s clutching a plant pot in his lap, which he’d insisted on bringing as a gift for their hosts. He looks as nervous as Ringo feels.
“They’re gonna love you,” Ringo says softly, taking one hand off the wheel briefly to squeeze George’s knee.
“I hope so.” George chuckles. “Remind me what they do again?”
“John is a machinist. I met him through work. And Paul is a teacher. They’re really laid-back, don’t worry. They’ll love you.”
Ringo thinks if he says it enough times it will come true. John and Paul have been incredibly supportive ever since Ringo told them about George; he’s been single for so long that they were probably just glad to see him happy again.
They know about the age difference, of course, and even though there’s been the odd joke or two, they’ve still been keen to meet George.
Ringo just hopes he still has support after they meet his boyfriend.
It still feels odd, referring to George as his boyfriend. It’s a relationship that started purely as sex; at first Ringo thought that’s all it could ever be. But then he found himself falling for this man who is half his age when he really got to know him, and now they hold hands and make each other dinner and go to dinner parties together-
Ringo can feel his heart start to beat faster as he pulls into John and Paul’s driveway.
“They’ll love you,” Ringo says one more time, giving George a quick kiss before they go inside.
John and Paul behave exactly how Ringo expects them to.
They’re very warm and gracious as they welcome their guests and introduce themselves to George, but the minute Paul takes George away to give him a tour of the house, John gives Ringo a wink and a grin.
“So that’s your mid-life crisis? Well done, Ringo. Very nice.”
“He’s not my mid-life crisis,” Ringo replies, shoving John playfully. “I mean...maybe he was at first. Not anymore. If he were my mid-life crisis, I wouldn’t be bringing him here to meet you.”
John behaves himself for the rest of the evening. He’s very polite and friendly to George, cracking the occasional joke or two, and he only ogles George a few times before Paul gives him a very stern look.
George and Paul seem to get on very well. They immediately bond over music and the fact that they’re from the same area of Liverpool, and Ringo can feel himself relaxing a bit more.
Things only become awkward when they sit down to dinner and Julian joins them.
“Oh you’re Uncle Ringo’s friend,” Julian says as he takes a seat next to George, giving him an almost flirtatious smile. “How old are you?”
“Julian,” Paul scolds. “Don’t be rude.”
“It’s alright,” George chuckles. “I’m twenty-two.”
“Hm,” Julian says thoughtfully. “One year younger than me.”
Ringo wants the floor to swallow him whole. When it’s put like that, Ringo can’t help but feel a bit perverted. He’s in a relationship with someone younger than his best friends’ son.
Paul thankfully changes the subject by asking how Ringo and George met.
“I saw his band playing at the local pub,” George says happily. “And we just started chatting afterwards.”
Ringo is still a little embarrassed that he’s in his mid-forties and plays in a band at pubs as a side gig, but it’s what brought George to him and George always acts like Ringo is a rock star, so he’s starting to learn to love that part of himself again.
George seems perfectly comfortable answering all the questions that are asked of him, even with Julian staring at him like a besotted teenager.
It’s a really nice evening. All Ringo wanted was for his friends to accept his relationship with George, and they’re all getting on so well.
“He’s a good lad,” Paul says to Ringo quietly just before they leave. “A really lovely lad.”
“I think so too,” Ringo says softly.
As they drive away, George gives Ringo a pleased smile.
“Your friends are nice. I like them.”
“They like you too,” Ringo says happily.
When they get home, they don’t even make it back into the house. They have sex right there in the car.
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Sarah Manning (Orphan Black): ESTP
Dominant Extroverted Sensing [Se]: Sarah is constantly scanning her surroundings for potential. Her first instinct after watching Beth commit suicide is to steal her purse and run. She seizes the opportunity in front of her. Sarah goes to Beth’s apartment, does her hair like Beth’s, dresses in her clothing, mimics her accent, observes her behavior from video footage she finds of her, and learns to forge her signature. When she requests a large sum of money from Beth’s bank account, she’s told she can’t withdraw that much immediately. Noticing the trophies behind the teller, she asks if she can expedite the process by sponsoring his next charity run, to which he agrees. Sarah is extremely resourceful and street smart. She destroys the magnetic strip on Beth’s bank card so she can replace it at the bank. When Paul returns from his trip and begins an uncomfortable line of questioning, Sarah distracts him by initiating sex so she doesn’t have to continue the discussion. Sarah has a keen awareness of her environment and knows how to use what she notices to her advantage. She tends to react to things physically and she can be very violent. When Sarah asks Alison to teach her how to shoot, she picks it up quickly. Her reflexes are very good, too. While following a lead at an apartment, Sarah notices a person watching from outside with a gun, and pushes Art onto the ground just as the attacker shoots. When Helena tries to kill her later, she’s able to keep her talking just long enough to grab a nearby rebar and impale her with it.
Auxiliary Introverted Thinking [Ti]: When Sarah is in a bind, she is very good at analyzing her situation and coming up with the best solution. Her process is internal, though. She doesn’t think aloud. When Felix points out Sarah can only take over Beth’s life for so long, since Beth’s body will eventually be identified, she becomes very quiet, thinking intensely. When he continues to talk, she tells him to shut up and that she’s thinking. She sees the news report about Beth’s suicide on television as she’s contemplating the situation and is struck with the perfect idea: She’ll have Felix identify the body as her, leaving her free and clear to continue impersonating Beth. When a man pulls her into his car, she has no idea who he is or what’s going on, but she notices a paper in his car with the name “Arthur” on it, and remembers that someone named “Art” has been calling Beth. She instantly realizes this is the same person and casually refers to him as “Art” which allows her to evade suspicion (Se-Ti). When “Beth” isn’t to return to work, Sarah meets with her therapist. When she hears the therapist talk about how Beth claimed to be “glitched” and how she was “missing herself”, she successfully gets the therapist to change her ruling after threatening to speak out about how she was prescribing Beth a lot of medication, which Beth may have been high on at the time of the shooting that she was suspended for.
Tertiary Extroverted Feeling [Fe]: Although Sarah isn’t a particularly emotional person, she is good at picking up on other people’s feelings and using them for manipulation. She knows how to turn on the charm to get what she needs from people, and can tailor her approach to the specific person she’s trying to manipulate. Though she isn’t very direct with her feelings, she does care about the people in her life very much, especially Kira and Felix. Sarah is also pretty good at slipping into the lives of her clones when she needs to impersonate them. When she impersonates Alison to interrogate Donnie, Sarah admonishes him for the way he’s speaking to Alison (even though she’s torturing him). She’s fiercely protective of the people she cares about and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe from harm.
Inferior Introverted Intuition [Ni]: Sarah lives moment to moment and doesn’t have a clear plan for her future. She survives, and that’s about it. Once she discovers the clones, she begins to utilize her inferior function more frequently. Although she initially toys with the idea of just taking Alison’s money and running off with Felix and Kira, she can’t. She understands that there’s a bigger picture. When it comes to protecting the people she cares about and getting to the bottom of who she really is, Sarah can be extremely goal-oriented. When Sarah and the rest of the Clone Club come up with plans, Sarah is good at remaining on target and not getting sidetracked.
Enneagram: 8w7 Sp/Sx
Quotes:
Siobhan Sadler:: I’ve seen your elaborate ruses and guises before, but how do you do this, how do you fake your own demise beneath a train?
Sarah: Wouldn’t you rather know why?
Siobhan Sadler:: I don’t care to know why.
Sarah: Because I saw a way to dump Vic and get out of that life and get away with Kira.
Siobhan Sadler:: Ha! Take her on the run with you? Brilliant. New clothes and a Jaguar do not a mother make.
Sarah: Bloody Mrs S. She’s right.
Felix: Really?
Sarah: What kind of mother am I if I snatch my own daughter?
Felix: A crap one, I agree.
Sarah: And if I rob Alison, run now and never tell my…
Felix: Clones?
Sarah: Oh, God, we do have to find another word for that.
Alison: This one’s some kind of lowlife grifter! How do we know she didn’t push her?
Sarah: Oi! I already told you… I didn’t want to be her. I got stuck! I was running from my own shit.
Alison: [Alison sarcastically replies] I can only imagine.
[Sarah punches Alison for pointing a gun at Felix]
Sarah: You point a gun at my brother again, I will kick the living shite out of you!
[Dr. Bower tells Sarah she’s unfit for duty as Sarah argues back]
Dr. Anita Bower: By your own admission of blackout or psychotic break, I can’t recommend you for duty.
Sarah: That’s not going to work for me.
Dr. Anita Bower: I understand, you’re a cop, but this is my job.
Sarah: Can you read that back again? That, um, ‘I’m missing myself. I glitched.’ Does that sound stoned to you?
Dr. Anita Bower: ‘Glitched’ sounds stoned?
Sarah: Tweaked, gakked, spun. Ahem! Allevia, Superprax, Draxifil. What’s the difference between a mood stabilizer and an antipsychotic, again?
Dr. Anita Bower: Beth…
Sarah: Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’ve been confused. I mean, it’s very confusing. Um… Antidepressants, antianxieties, SSRIs. Serotronax… That one’s a stimulant.
Dr. Anita Bower: We have known each other for a while, now, Beth…
Sarah: Yeah? That’s where you’re wrong.
Dr. Anita Bower: You have constantly tested me with your personal appeals for prescriptions.
Sarah: I know. My bad. So I’ll just explain to the board that I shot this poor civilian after mixing up all your overlapping scrips. Or am I making progress?
[Sarah smiles]
[Sarah shows Felix the $75,000 she took out of Beth’s bank account]
Felix: Is this evil twin’s money?
Sarah: Yeah, $75,000 in cash. That’s enough to lose Vic, lose the twin-sister weirdness, just somewhere safe with my daughter. Is that so much to ask?
Sarah: I do have one really idiotic idea.
Felix: Oh, good.
Sarah: I need to be in two places at once, yeah?
Felix: Yeah…
Sarah: Well, if anybody can do that, we can.
Felix: Are you effing serious?
Sarah: Yeah, suddenly, I am.
Sarah: Look, Art’s already looking for the killer. I shadow him as Beth, I let them figure out what’s happened to her, and then, when I find that out, I can jump off and deal.
Felix: ‘Deal’? I’m beginning to realize crazy’s genetic.
Sarah: Something really weird just happened at the train station.
Felix: What?
Sarah: I saw a girl kill herself.
Felix: Ew! A jumper?
Sarah: Yeah, and she looked exactly like me, Felix.
Felix: What you mean?
Felix: Oh! You robbed her body.
Sarah: No, she left her bag on the platform.
Felix: Isn’t that essentially robbing her body?
Sarah: I’m going to shoot Paul’s balls off.
Cosima: Wait, just, um, just squeeze them, ok? He’s our way into this whole thing.
Sarah: [Sarah sits with Kira] You’re so independent, aren’t you? Hmm, monkey? Little monkey?
Siobhan Sadler: Remind you of anyone?
Sarah: Yeah, but I was much angrier, wasn’t I? Even small. You were the one who introduced me to punk rock, though.
Siobhan Sadler: Yeah. You took all of the attitude, none of the politics.
Sarah: He’s a bastard.
Felix: Who?
Sarah: Paul. Beth loved him, but he wouldn’t love her back and he wouldn’t leave her.
Felix: Mm. Well, he’s certainly changed his tune now, hasn’t he? Sarah, he’s falling for you.
Sarah: God, what a mess.
Sarah: Of all the things that scare me right now, Fe, this one’s the heaviest.
Felix: You know she can’t wait to see you, right?
Sarah: Yeah, thanks. She’s the only thing that really matters, you know?
Sarah: [Sarah tells Paul that he’s a mole and killed the woman who loved him] You’re a plant, and she killed herself because the man that she loved turned her whole life into a lie. She knew you didn’t love her and she couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t leave. And, now, she figured it out.
Paul:[Paul holds his gun on Sarah] This isn’t true. It’s a sick test. Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Sarah: She trusted you. How could you do that to her?
Paul: You think I had a choice?
Sarah: Just tell me why.
Paul: They don’t tell us why.
[Donnie is questioned by Sarah who’s impersonating Alison]
Donnie: [Donnie hears the voices of the neighbors] The whole neighborhood is here? What kind of irrational nonsense is going through that head of yours?
Sarah: Hey, watch your tone, Donnie!
Donnie: Alison, get your frazzled, PMS shit together!
Sarah: Hey! You watch your tone! Your wife is the rock of this family! You will no longer speak down to her! Am I clear?
Donnie: Yeah.
Paul: I’m not doing any of this by choice.
Sarah: Right, so, they forced you to be Beth’s monitor for two years, without ever knowing why.
Paul: You’re some kind of hustler. You understand leverage, right? The difference is, you chose to infiltrate Beth’s life, to screw her boyfriend, right on this counter.
Sarah: And you weren’t even you.
Paul: And you weren’t you, either.
Vic: So, you faked your own death so… You could move on to a new scam, hmm? Who are you now, Sarah? Sarah, it must be so confusing.
Sarah: You have no idea.
[Sarah tries to convince the drinking Alison that Donnie is not her monitor]
Sarah: Look, Paul’s military. He’s a professional. You’ve known Donnie since, what?
Alison: High school.
Sarah: Right, high school, yeah? So how could he be your monitor?
Art: Sarah, my partner killed herself. I didn’t see it coming. Help me. Help Beth. I know you care.
Sarah: There’s a reason we look exactly the same, Art.
Art: Okay.
Sarah: [Sarah starts to cry] Why the prints match, and the DNA’s all screwed up. But you have to promise to protect me and my daughter.
Art: I will. If that’s what you need, I promise.
Sarah: I just want to know who I am.
Siobhan Sadler:: You’re still you. Remember that. You’re a survivor.
Cosima: Sarah, what are you going to do? Walk into the Dyad with a gun and just start shooting people? I mean…
Sarah: Yeah.
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