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multiyandereimagines · 4 years

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ahhhhhh!! that piece you wrote w will and jj was so so so so good!! if you were up to it, could you maybe please do like a part two or what happens after??

gladly! i actually felt really proud of it so the fact that you want a part two makes me really happy! thank you anon. ❤️

part one

tw: possesive behavior, abuse (slapping), manipulation

[Yandere Jennifer Jareau & William LaMontagne Jr x Female Teen Reader]

“sweetie.. wake up!”

“awww you must be so tired from yesterday”

“honey it’s time to wake up..”

“y/n!”

your eyes snapped open and you saw jj or as she likes to be called “mom.”

you sighed, not this bitch again...

“rise and shine sweetie!” she went down to kiss your forehead and caressed your messy hair. you didn’t reply, jj chuckled, “i know this is all still very weird to you but trust me it’s better to just accept that things are different now, change can be good thing.” she smiled, you noticed that she was all dressed up. you wanted to ask where she was going that looked like she was a secret agent or something but you kept your mouth shut.

“i’m going to work! i’m an fbi profiler, like we mentioned we catch criminals every single day. i would ask for a day off but this case is pretty intense today and they need me more than ever.”

how the holy hell did she know that?

“your facial expressions sweetie.” she chuckled. “it’s pretty easy to read your face.” she pinched your cheeks gently. “okay so your dad is going to be staying here to keep an eye on you and henry but mostly you. we both know you’re probably going to try and escape so to be safe your dad will be staying here, got it?” nodding your head, hoping she’ll leave you alone already.

“come downstairs and eat some breakfast honey, i’m running a little late so unfortunately i won’t be joining but henry and your dad is eating right now so why don’t you go join them.” she kissed your forehead once again than walked out of your room.

you sat up and quickly changed, jj took you to go shopping for some clothes. not in the same mall of course but that didn’t stop you from trying to get help from a worker which only resulted into jj immediately taking you home and lecturing you, only leaving it off with a warning that she’ll do much worse if you decide to pull something like that again.

after looking somewhat presentable you walked down the stairs and saw only will and henry sitting down at the dinner table chatting about random shit that you weren’t even interested about. they both noticed you once you sat down and began eating. “hi y/n!” henry greeted happily, you smiled at him but didn’t say anything else. “talk to your little brother, y/n. don’t be rude.” will sternly told you. “yeah y/n, don’t be rude!” henry giggled. you mentally rolled your eyes, someone kill me already.

“hey henry.” you said in a monotone voice and began eating some more, “come one at least say it like your actually happy to see him.” you looked over at your “father” who was giving you one of those “disappointed dad” looks. you sighed, “hey henry!” you tried sounding more upbeat and that made henry giggle even more. “there you go sweetheart, it wasn’t that hard was it?” he smiled.

moments later will got a phone call and excused himself and went to another room. “so how do you like it here?” henry asks, ripping apart his pancake. you shrugged, “i miss my mom” henry nodded, “yeah i miss my mom too but don’t worry, she’s coming back at around night time.” wow he really thinks i’m talking about his mom...

will came back, putting his phone in his pocket. “okay kiddos there’s an emergency at work that i have to be at, y/n and henry can i please trust you both to stay here by yourselves?” the both of you nodded, “great.” he quickly said while putting on a jacket and getting his car keys, than shortly after leaving the house.

“yes!” you cheered and quickly went up to your room, looking out the window and seeing will drive off into the distance. you pulled out a trash bag and quickly stuffed all of your clothes in it, henry entered your room, “what are you doing?”

looking up at him, “henry! can you pretty please not tell your parents about this? can you just say that my mother found me and i’m safe with her now? please..” you begged him hoping he will comply. “alright, i guess i can do that.” “THANK YOU SO MUCH!” getting caught up in the moment you hugged henry tightly, “thank you...” saying one last time and rushing him out of your room to continue packing all your stuff.

speeding down the stairs you said your goodbyes to henry and walked out the door, sighing tiredly, you felt like you could cry right now... you’re finally free!

you stole some money that was in jj and will’s bedroom to catch a bus back home. finally you’re able to see your mom again, it felt like ages without seeing your family again.

you checked the time to see when the bus arrives and it’s not until late at night, looks like you’ve got some time to kill.

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after getting something to eat and walking around some stores you made your way back to the bus station, memorizing the exact time it arrives.

you waited patiently, sitting on your bag full of clothes. you saw lights coming up to you, smiling thinking it’s the bus, instead it the familiar car will was driving. as it stopped in front of you, you saw a very angry jj and will. jj got out of the car and roughly pulled you by the arm, “what were you THINKING trying to escape from us, huh?!” you winced at her yelling, “s-sorry...” jj scoffed, “that’s all you have to say? that’s all you have to fucking say?!” you flinched at her cursing. “get in the car. now.” she basically shoved you inside the car and stuffed your bag next to you. the car ride was silent and uncomfortable, you could literally feel all the frustration and anger in the air and it made you frightened.

the three of you entered the house and henry sat on the couch almost like he was patiently waiting for you guys to arrive. “hey buddy, good job for notifying us that y/n was trying to run away.” will praised him as he smiled at his father proudly. you looked at henry in shock, how dare he betray me like this?!

meanwhile jj didn’t even let you gather up all your emotions, she dragged you to your room and closed the door behind her. “me and your father work endlessly to put bad guys away and when we get told that you ran off somewhere that makes our lives a lot more harder. do you know how devastating that is for us?! that we have to go home early just so that we have to put your ass back here where you belong.” jj was all up in your face now, making you slowly back away.

“i-i needed to get back to my real mom i..” you felt a stinging pain on your cheek and soon your eyes started to water.

did she just slap me?

“ENOUGH! stop talking about her if she really cared about you than she would have busted her ass to come and find you but guess what?! your still here with us so that goes to show that she never even cared about you at all! we’re the ones who care about you so stop with the whole “my mother needs me” bullshit!” you froze in place and looked at jj who started wiping her own tears.

soft sobs escaped your lips, “i-i’m sorry...” you felt arms wrap around you. “it’s gonna be okay sweetie, just please don’t do this again you really had us worrying sick. we love you okay?” you nodded your head and buried your face into her shirt.

maybe your real mother doesn’t care about you... but at least now you have two parents who does.

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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figlia

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - the team meets rossi’s daughter for the first time

warnings - none

word count - ?

note - figlia is daughter in italian

you sat in your final class of the day, drumming your fingers nervously along your thigh as your other hand was playing some random game.

it was still incredibly early in the morning, only ten am. you had just finished your final exam for your last class. school was done for the year when the last bell rang at 11. until then, your classmates had time to finish their finals before relaxing.

the way your high school worked was that finals took place over three days; monday, tuesday, and wednesday. you had five classes and each day was assigned two final exams until wednesday only had one. usually you had early dismissals on these days and today was no different. the school kept you for an extra amount of time on the last day so they could grade your last final and put together everyone’s report card. in just one hour, you could collect your final grades from the front desk and your summer vacation would begin.

you were honestly bored out of your mind. naturally, you decided to text/annoy your dad, david rossi. the entire family line was slightly complicated. all the mattered was that rossi was your biological dad while your mom was out of the picture. despite not having a mom to grow up with, rossi provided everything for you and was the best dad you could ask for.

“hi dad!” you first texted

“figlia! how’s school going?”

“i just took my last final. waiting to get my grades and then i’m allowed to go. anyway i can stop by quantico? i need a father-daughter lunch after this week 😔”

“you’re going to have to take the train in. i have some paperwork to do but i’m sure i can arrange something. how do you think you did on your exams?”

“i’m not sure if i want to talk about it.”

“that bad huh. i’m sure you did great y/n. you spent a ton of time studying.”

“hopefully you’re right.”

with that, you closed out of your messages app and went to book a train ticket to quantico. thankfully, there was one just twenty minutes after school ended which would give you enough time to get to the train station.

it was slightly nerve-racking that you would be visiting your dads work. while you were well aware of what rossi did for a living, he had never once allowed you to visit as he didn’t want you exposed to the graphic images and people he delt with every day. you knew you were a secret to the team and had no clue who anyone was.

the next hour passed by suprisingly quickly. when the bell rang, practically everyone in the classroom you were in let out a sigh of relief. it did, however, take a bit to get your final grades as your last name was rossi.

finally, one of the women at the front office handed you a file folder with a smile and a “have a good summer.” you waved goodbye to your friends before exiting school without a look back. you put in your earbuds and shuffled a random playlist as you walked to the train station. the train was right on time, you boarded with ease, no problems with your tickets.

you toyed with the edge of the file folder you were given back at school. sure, you could wait and look at your grades when you were with or dad. or, you could do it now and either celebrate or seek some form of comfort. you ended up choosing the later. with one final deep breath, you opened the folder up. your eyes darted down the page, a feeling of relief washing over you.

every single final exam you took, you passed with flying colors. only two out of five weren’t perfect scores. even then, they were both 98’s. you felt like crying, tears of happiness of course. all of the assignments moved your grades up to even higher a’s. all the nerves you felt about school melted away. now, you just had to tell your dad.

it took close to twenty minutes for you to arrive in quantico, virginia. the fbi building was right in front outside of the station. you walked along the sidewalk, holding your backpack close to you. there was only one entrance which greatly help you figure out where to go. the woman at the front desk was slightly suprised to see a teenager walking in but still greeted you with a smile.

“hello! can i help you?”

you nodded, “i’m here to visit my dad, david rossi. he mentioned a family file so i should be in there.” after a few seconds of typing, the woman smiled once again. “alright, i just need to check your bag real quick and then you’re good to go.”

after handing your bag over, you stepped back. there wasn’t anything bad inside, all just some school supplies and personal items. “you’re good to go, head over to the elevators and go up to the sixth floor. through the glass doors is the bau office. up the stairs is your fathers office. but i’m sure he’s most likely out and about,” the woman explained. you thanked her once more before making your way over to the elevators just as she had directed.

the ride up to the bau floor went by faster than you would have liked. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. it was just your dad and the people he worked with. when the elevator doors opened, it was just like the woman described.

before heading in, you looked through the glass doors. inside, your dad was talking to a blonde woman and then a skinny brunette man. you held your backpack a little tighter before pushing the doors open and walking in.

your dad noticed your presence immediately, standing up with a bright smile. just like the receptionist in the first floor, the entire bau team was incredibly confused on why a teenager was in the bullpen.

“figlia!” rossi greeted, hugging you tightly. you smiled at your fathers embrace. the entire team was even more confused. no one was entirely fluent in italian but they all knew a few words. rossi had all rubbed off on them. “daughter?” spencer mouthed to morgan.

once pulling away, you handed your dad the file folder. “have you looked yet?” rossi questioned. “yeah i have. not telling you until you look yourself,” you responded.

“alright well we can head up to my office. i’m sure you’d rather do it without prying eyes,” rossi smirked. you followed him up the stairs and down the catwalk. while your dad moved to sit at his desk, you had sat down at one of the seats. the room was silent, as the door was closed. that didn’t stop the stares from those at their desks. you were sure you would meet them later.

just like at school, you tapped your hands along your leg as rossi opened the file and scanned it. a proud smile broke out on his face as he stood up once again to hug you a second time. “you aced them!” your dad exclaimed.

“it only took many hours of studying and you having to make me pasta to calm me down but yeah, i did it,” you replied, feeling rather emotional.

a few stray tears flowed down your cheeks. it had been a really tough couple of days before that week. there had been a few nights where you completely broke down.

rossi was extremely proud of his daughter. just like you had said, you were extremely stressed out the weeks leading up to finals. on the bright side, it did give him some time to test out new pasta recipes. naturally, like the dad he is, rossi wanted to brag about you to the team.

“are you alright with meeting my team? it’s kinda inevitable since you’re already here but i figured we could do it now,” your dad asked. “sure, i know they’re confused. the skinny kid and the other guy have been looking up here and then talking.”

your dad chuckled at your observations. “alright well you can head into the conference room and i’ll bring everyone up.” after grabbing your bag, you stood up and exited the office. the room rossi mentioned was just a few feet from the office. all eyes were still on you as you walked down the catwalk.

by now, hotch was out of his office and down with the rest of his team in the bullpen. “hey hotch,” morgan called, “did you know rossi had a daughter?” the unit chief, who was reviewing a file with emily, turned towards morgan. the slightly confused expression on his face was a pretty good answer. “technically yes, only because it’s mentioned in his family finals. but other than that i’ve never met her and he’s never mentioned her at all. so yes and no,” hotch answered.

the group went silent as you emerged once again, heading to the left while rossi went right. “what?” rossi questioned the expressions on everyone’s faces. “you have a kid?” gracia asked.

“yeah i do. and she’s up in the conference room so you can all meet here,” rossi explained. within a few short moments, the team stood up and followed the senior agent up the stairs.

meanwhile, you were walking around the conference room, looking at the various decorations and furniture in the rooom. finally, you settled down in one of the chairs and used your foot to spin you around.

“y/n?” you heard your fathers voice from behind you. after spinning around, you stood back up and leaned against the table. rossi joined you by your side.

“this is my team,” rossi started, “from left to right that’s hotch, j.j., emily, derek, spencer, and penelope.” you waved at all of the new people, your smiling face matching there’s.

“it’s really nice to meet you y/n, i would say we’ve heard a lot about you but you’ve kinda been a mystery until today,” j.j. spoke up. “yeah well dad likes to keep me out of his work,” you explained. the team had to admit, it was really sweet seeing you call rossi ‘dad.’

“so why did you chose today of all days?” emily asked. “i finished school today and got my final grades. dad has been really helpful with studying so i wanted to let him know i passed.”

rossi scoffed, “she didn’t just pass, she aced all of her finals.” you nudged your dad with your elbow. “humble much?” you teased.

“what can i say, i’m just so proud of you, filgia,” rossi finished.

#criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia #bau team #bau team x teen reader

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finalgirlbrainrot · 3 years

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I have two unpopular opinions 1) if roles were reversed and Dean was the one drinking blood, Dean stans would have excused the shit out of it and even liked it. 2) if none of Dean's trauma was addressed and ignored (like most of Sam's trauma is) Dean stans would fucking riot.

(sorry in advance, I ranted A Lot)

2) I'm gonna start with this one. YESYESYES I mean dean stans are already constantly unironically whining that dean's traumas never get acknowledged (EVEN THO IT'S LITERALLY NOT TRUE, HIS TRAUMAS ALREADY GET ACKNOWLEDGED MORE THAN ENOUGH. EVERY TIME HE STUBS HIS TOE. EVERYONE IS CODDLING HIM AND ASKING HIM HOW HE'S DOING. HALF THE SHOW IS LITERALLY DEAN MANPAINING ABOUT HIS TRAUMAS - but apparently that's not enough for them, so I can't imagine the uproar if it was actually true). meanwhile sam's traumas either get ignored or they get treated like a fucking joke? well I guess it's just another tuesday

I've also seen a lot of dean stans moaning about sam "forcing dean to talk about his traumas", because apparently sam actually acknowledging dean's traumas and encouraging him to open up about them and being always supportive af because he actually cares is unacceptable (and I'm willing to bet that if he didn't acknowledge them, they'd still complain because sam literally can't win no matter what he does)

but dean ignoring and never acknowledging sam's traumas (not even when he's directly responsible for said trauma) or making them all about himself (mystery spot, hallucifer, soullessness, gadreel possession) or vilifying and victim blaming him (being force-fed demon blood, soullessness, gadreel possession) or using said traumas to justify his actions (hallucifer) or making cruel, disgusting and unnecessary jokes about them ("you had a girl inside you for a whole week" [meg possession] "you know how wrong that sounds, right?" "you've like an episode of teen mom" [gadreel possession - let's talk about how these two in particular are a thousand times more disgusting than the rest since he's actually joking about a violation he's directly responsible for] "smores foot" [bmol torture] "crybaby pie" [cole torture] "you saw the [devil's] john [or butt]?" [the cage] dick of death jokes right, left and center) is perfectly acceptable behaviour

1) again YESYESYESYES. I mean, this isn't even a hypothesis, we already have an extremely similar storyline for dean - the moc - and everyone made excuses for him and glorified him, even tho he was worse than demon blood sam in every possible way

actually I wrote a rant on reddit a couple of days ago about the awful double standards between demon blood sam and moc/demon dean. I'm gonna paste it here because I'm Bitter Af

comparing demon blood sam and moc/demon demon is ironically and hysterically bitter because, logically, no matter how you spin it, s4 sam is much more understandable and easy to sympathize with - both in intentions and actions - and should have the moral high ground, while s9-10 dean was flat out awful and damaging. yet both the show and the fandom crucify sam and treat dean as some poor victim or a great martyred hero who made some great noble sacrifice and I just... don't get it. so let's break it down:

> reason for drinking blood / getting the moc

- sam: exorcising demons without harming the host, thus saving people (which apparently isn't that relevant to dean) and killing lilith, first because she sent his brother to hell and then to stop the apocalypse and because she was an actual threat

- dean: because he couldn't face the consequences of his actions after the gadreel mess and decided he wanted to kill abaddon, who, at that point, wasn't even their problem (she only became a real problem in 9x17, when they learned about the soul harvesting, so unless dean has some sort of prophetic knowledge, he had no reason to take the moc in 9x11) and was a real threat to no-one but crowley

> trusting / working with a demon

- sam: I've already said this before, but ruby was a master manipulator and went to extraordinary lengths to gain sam's trust and even managed to fool every single demon (aside from lilith obviously). as far as both brothers knew, she's done nothing but help them, saved their lives multiple times and helped them save others, fixed the colt for them, was there for sam after dean died, is basically hunted by other demons for helping them, has risked her life for them several times and even got tortured for them and was helping sam to go after the demon who was trying to start the apocalypse. sam had absolutely no valid reason not to trust her. I'd really like someone to look me in the eyes and tell me that, if anyone did everything I mentioned above, you wouldn't trust them

- dean: trusted a demon who they knew is extremely untrustworthy and self-serving and only does what's in his best interest and has screwed them over one way or another every time they worked together and has hurt people they're close to

> level of manipulation involved

- sam: as I already said, ruby was a master manipulator and spent two years carefully manipulating sam to get him to do what she wanted. not the mention everything azazel did to get him there, lilith pushing his buttons at every turn to get him to kill her and the manipulation from heaven as well, who were lying to the boys at every turn

- dean: while crowley was manipulating him, the level of manipulation isn't remotely comparable to the one sam went through is s4. crowley saying “let’s kill abaddon” and pretending to be afraid of cain is not comparable to a plan that’s been set on motion since the beginning of time and crowley wasn't the only one involved in dean getting the mark. cain was involved as well and he wasn't manipulating him (unlike sam, who was being manipulated by everyone involved). on the contrary, he was completely honest with dean and even offered to tell him more about the mark and DEAN REFUSED (like can you imagine how many problems would've been avoided if dean sat on his ass for one minute and listened to cain's warning???)

> actions

- sam: in s4 sam was trying to use something that was forced on him when he was six months old, and that he hated about himself, to do good because he felt like he had to and was literally SAVING PEOPLE and trying to stop the apocalypse, I literally still don't get why he's vilified for it????? in s4 sam killed a total of one (1) person: the possessed nurse and while that was obviously bad, 1) he was clearly upset about it and 2) I still haven't seen one (1) valid reason for why she's any different from the demons dean drained and killed in swan song or from any of the other possession victims they killed with the demon knife or the angel blade

- dean: meanwhile dean was going around murdering people left and right (also another example of fandom double standards: everyone defends moc!dean and demon!dean because "he only killed bad people" - which isn't even true, but let's say he was - and yet, I seem to remember a certain kitsune named amy pond, who was ALSO killing bad people (and not for the lolz of it, but to save her son) and dean killed her and the fandom defended him back then as well. is killing bad people okay only if dean does it?), tried to kill sam, beat cas bloody

> keeping secrets

- sam: keeping his powers and the demon blood a secret was his god given right, since it affected no-one but sam himself and the demons he was exorcising. not to mention, he had pretty good reasons for not telling dean, considering his bigotry, black and white views and judgmental attitude. and yet, he was, and still is, vilified by both the show and the fandom for keeping secrets and dean even punched him for not telling him about his abilities (something in particular about this point that absolutely drives me up the wall: in 4x04 sam accidentally revealed that he knew about what azazel did to him and dean got mad at him for not telling him about it, even tho dean himself found out about it and didn't tell sam and no-one - not the show, not the fandom and not even sam and dean themselves - notices the hypocrisy. they're literally saying that it's okay for DEAN to keeps something about SAM a secret from SAM, but not okay for SAM to keep something about HIMSELF a secret from DEAN. if you don't think that's super fucked up, then I don't know what to tell you)

- dean: no-one says anything about dean keeping the effects of the mark a secret, even tho, unlike s4 sam, lying about the mark directly affected other people and put everyone around him in danger, including sam

> general treatment

- sam: everyone treated sam like a monster in s4, dean straight up called him a monster, told him he'd hunt him if he didn't know him, forced him into a torture-detox that almost killed him, tried to control him and refused to see his point. at the end of s4 sam apologized to dean. in s5 dean repeatedly told him that he doesn't trust him. sam was blamed for everything that happened in s4 and his mistake kept getting brought up even seasons later

- dean: everyone and their mom was coddling him and helping to get rid of the mark. everyone considered the mark to be the problem, not dean himself. sam was unconditionally supportive. dean never once apologized to sam for any of the awful things he said/did to him while he had the mark. sam never once blamed dean for anything that happened in s9-10 and instead placed the blame on crowley and none of the things dean did ever got brought up again

> at the end of each arc

- sam: paid for his mistake by sacrificing himself and jumped into the cage and saved the world and got tortured by the devil himself for centuries

- dean: paid for his mistake by having his mother brought back to life

send me unpopular opinions

#redredwine92 #sORRY FOR THE MEGA RANT YFGEUFYUGY

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myficdump · 3 years

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Love Like You: Ch.1

Here it is! The Eddsworld fic I've been writing for 3 days :D. This is a platonic soulmates fic with soul marks and so far, the main focus is on platonic yandere Tord & Edd. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic and there won't be any ships. All pairings are platonic. I've yet to decide Tord's age, but I'm thinking maybe 26? Edd, Tom, and Matt are 17. Also, I have big events planned out but everything in between is vague so ideas are appreciated.

The title is from the su song Love Like You, but it might change as I figure things out and if I find something that fits better. I hope you guys like this! <3 <3 <3

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The three marks practically covered his entire forearm. Although they were three different flowers, they just clicked. They fit so well that unless you were close up, it looked like one soul mark. Edd liked that. It perfectly described his relationship with his three friends. Or, soon to be three friends. He had hoped he’d find the third one soon. Two of the marks belonged to Tom and Matt, who he found when he was young. He felt so complete when he brushed against them on the school’s playground. It was as if they filled a gap in his soul that he never realized he was missing.

Edd’s third mark was a mix of black and red today. It was a stark contrast from the mix of light blue and yellow of Tom’s and Matt’s marks. Hesitantly, Edd brushed his fingers against the top mark and winced. A sharp jab of dull anger and agitation welled up into his chest. Ah, something had really set off his friend today. He moved his hand lower down his forearm to trace over Tom and Matt’s soul marks instead. A wave of calm and contentedness swept the echoes of the anger away and he pulled his hoodie sleeve down.

While he liked running his hand over his marks as he did his schoolwork, he didn’t want to continuously touch his top mark if his friend was having an awful day. It would affect his own mood. He worried that if he did, then his friend would touch their own mark and then both of them would stay in a vicious cycle of intense negative emotions. It was a real concern as it’s happened a few times before.

Edd often keeps his hand pressed against his top mark, basking in his friend’s good mood. Especially when he’s had a rough day at school. Of course, his friend took notice once as they pressed their hand against their mark and their emotions intensified. Slowly, his mood lifted and when he concentrated enough, he was able to send a “Hi!” with as much warmth as he could. No matter what soul mark a person had, they were always able to talk to their soulmate if both of them were touching the mark at the same time and concentrated hard enough. He didn’t do this much with Tom and Matt as he saw them practically every day and had their numbers, but it was rare he was able to talk to his friend.

It was also rare because his friend didn’t touch their mark at the same time as him often.

After sending his greeting, his top mark changed to a deep white mixed with dark pink. Edd had laughed seeing that. It wasn’t often his friend was surprised. And seeing the affection mixed in made warmth fill his chest.

“Hello!” His friend sent back. “You sound young.”

Edd laughed. Of all the things his friend could have said, they had to comment on his voice. His friend didn’t sound bad themselves. Their voice was deep, with an accent he couldn’t place. Still, he wasn’t going to assume their gender. Only looking out for one type of person could cause him to miss who they were.

“No! I’ll be an adult soon,” He sent back, tongue sticking out in focus. “You have a… nice voice.!”

“Thank you. Listen, I have to go now. But I'll find you. I promise.” A tinge of regret passed through him, but they sent him another wave of affection through their mark.

Quickly, before they moved their hand, Edd sent, “I can’t wait to meet you!” along with his best attempt to project his own affection and happiness to them. He didn’t know if it worked, but their emotions dulled.

In hopes that they’d be able to do that again soon, he kept his hand pressed against his mark for ten more minutes until his mom called him downstairs for dinner.

So yeah, he wasn’t going to do that right now. At least, not until he checks later if his friend’s mood changes.

If that short conversation wasn’t proof enough, his friend was definitely older than him. Perhaps not old enough to be his third grandparent, but certainly older than him. Plus, he’s had that mark on his arm since he was born. All three of his marks were platonic soul marks, which were the flower type. Most often, these signaled platonic love. Edd took that to mean that all three of his soul marks were his best friends.

Romantic soul marks were often different, but as he and neither of his friends had one, he doesn’t know much about them since he never bothered to look into it.

Half of his childhood had been spent figuring out what his and his friends' marks were. After they learned how to read, they spent at least an hour inside the library searching for flowers that matched their marks. Finding them was difficult, but they were pretty sure his top marks were Heliotropes! And according to the flower guide they found, it meant eternal love/devotion. It was sweet and had him convinced that his friend would be his best friend.

The second mark on his arm, Tom’s, were Chrysanthemums. “You’re a wonderful friend,” the book had said it meant. His third and final mark, Matt, was Lisianthus. They represent appreciation/admiration for a friend, gratefulness, and charisma.

Unlike Edd, Tom and Matt only had two flower marks. Tom’s first mark, Edd, was Asters. It had meant a form of deep emotional love and affection, along with the message of “take care of yourself for me”. It was very fitting, A Hyacinth, Matt’s mark, was Tom’s last mark. Interestingly enough, under the picture of the flower, the book just said “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Other books just said they meant sorrow, regret, and forgiveness. Any time Edd asks about it, Tom clams up and asks him to leave it alone. Some things were just not meant to be shared.

Matt’s first mark, Edd, was Morning Glories. They meant affection and love. His second mark, Tom, was Daisy’s. While meaning loyal love and purity, there was also a deeper meaning of keeping a secret between friends. Again, there was a story there. Edd didn’t know what the secret could be, but based on his friends' reactions when he asked them, he left it alone.

Each of their marks was on their left forearms and except for Tom’s single Hyacinth, they were in bunches with multiples of the same flower.

Edd loved them, he really did. When he doubted his friendship with them, he’d look at his marks and remind himself that’s what they thought of him. It was just hard sometimes, to remember that he was loved. Sometimes he felt like an imposter, like he didn’t deserve their love. If asked why, he wouldn’t be able to put it into words. It was just how he felt at times.

Late at night when he wasn’t feeling too great, when stress just ate at him, he’d run his fingers over his arm, feeling his mark and whatever emotions his friend was feeling. He’d remind himself that if nothing else, the Heliotropes showed that his friend would always love him. Oftentimes, his friend was feeling content at night, and feeling that while stressed really helped him calm down.

Though on rare nights, his friend fed into his stress, morphing his feelings into a wave of intense anger as he rubbed his mark. He hated those nights but could never bring himself to move his hand away from his mark.

Edd sighed and put his pencil down. He didn’t feel like finishing his schoolwork anymore. Maybe Tom and Matt could come over and play games with him?

* * * * *

Meanwhile, in another country, Tord was pacing back and forth in his office. “Fucking incompetent, pieces of shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “They had one job! One easy, little job and still they fucked it up!”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. As the job truly was an easy one, how this happened, Tord didn’t have a clue. All those two idiots had to do was go into the government building, collect the information from the mole he planted there, and bring it back. That was it! Tord could’ve done it himself if he wasn’t so busy. And yet, the two morons were still caught, very nearly giving away the identity of his mole.

He wished he could bring the two back and torture them for this. But alas, they were already dead. Tord couldn’t afford either of them giving up any information on his army so he had them exterminated before they could be questioned. It didn’t stop him from wanting to smash something.

A knock on his door caused Tord to pause. As he took a deep breath, he stuck two fingers into the sleeve of his left arm to briefly trace his mark. He couldn’t see the color, but a cool flow of calmness and excitement pricked his rage. It was enough to stop him from shouting.

“You may enter.”

Paul entered the room, which wasn’t a surprise. He was one of the few who weren’t scared shitless to bother him when he was in a rage.

“You’re going on a vacation.”

“Excuse me,” Tord said flatly, a scowl on his face.

Paul continued on as if he wasn’t in danger of being shot in the foot. Well, to be fair, he wasn’t. Tord would never get rid of one of the more competent people in his army and Paul fully knew it. “With all due respect, don’t even try to argue with me. I could practically hear you grinding your teeth from outside the door and you’re going to wear a hole in your carpet. At this point, if you don’t rest, you’re going to give yourself stress ulcers.”

Closing his eyes, Tord took another deep breath and counted to ten. For good measure, he shoved his fingers into his sleeve again to press against his mark. The calmness and excitement soothed his rage as he said with an even voice, “And who else agrees with you?”

“The only name I’ll give up is Pat. I’m not stupid enough to think you won’t take your anger out at anyone else. Get ready, the plane leaves tonight.”

“You really aren’t going to give me enough time to sort anything out?”

Paul shot him an annoyed look. “No, because knowing you, you’ll just get too sucked into your work and not pack. I’ll take care of anything urgent.” He saluted Tord before leaving.

Tord rubbed his temples as he muttered, “He didn’t even tell me where I was going.” He dropped into his seat and yanked his desk drawer open. Leaning back in his chair, he lit a cigar and planned countless scenarios of his “vacation”.

A small part of his mind hoped he could find the owner of his mark. They seemed so nice compared to him.

Knowledge of his leave was no doubt spreading through his base like a wildfire, so he had no doubt no one would bother him. His soul mark was safe from prying eyes, so he rolled up his sleeve and traced the outline of the Sunflowers. His face morphed from a scowl to a small smile. His beloved was still feeling calm and excited. He wondered what they were up to.

The Sunflowers lived up to their name as they truly did bring warmth to his life. They were supposed to mean adoration and loyalty. He hadn’t met them yet, but considering they were a kid, the sunflowers were fitting. It’d be even more apparent once he met them.

Tord’s smile dropped. He really wanted to find them, get to know them, and fill their bond. But what about his army? So many people wanted him dead and in no good conscience could he drag a kid into this mess. He never allowed anyone under eighteen to join and from the short talk he had with his beloved, they sounded too young to be eighteen. People could say what they wanted about him, but he refuses to have child soldiers.

If he found them, he’d have to bring them back here. Hiding them here was the only way he could keep them safe.

With that train of thought, Tord sat up. Already a plan was forming in his mind. Nothing could be concrete until he met them, but he’d have an empty room ready for him near his own. Just in case he found them on this trip. Chances were slim but he hated not being prepared.

With that in mind, he left his office to go pack. The thought of finding them made this trip a little more bearable.

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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter Five

A/N : Chapter five is here. This chapter should have been posted on Halloween lol but never mind. Hope you like this chapter. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader

Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let’s join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.

Warnings : mild language, witchy stuff.

Mini Playlist : Can't help falling in love with you

After you had your breakfast Tom drove you to college. You were walking to your classroom.

"Y/N!" You heard the voice you despise the most right now call out to you. You didn't look back and quickened your pace.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N hey wait please." Cole ran to you grasping your wrist.

"Leave my hand, Cole!" You yanked your hand away from him.

"Y/N just listen to me for once I can explain." he pleaded.

"What more do you have to explain, Cole? That you were making out with me but magically it turned out to be someone else."

"Yeah exactly."

"Cole can you just stop now. I'm not going to judge your life choices but I hope you enjoyed sucking her mouth."

"Y/N please you can't do this to me."

"Umm mate I think Y/N made it quite clear that she doesn't want to talk to you." Tom intervened.

"Listen dude let's just not pretend that this isn't the best day of your life. So please stay out of this"

"Cole! You can’t talk to him like that.”

"A guy showed you a little affection for one night and now he is the good guy. So typical of you Y/N." you were literally hurt by his words.

"You know what Cole? I was actually thinking of forgiving your not so sorry ass but now I'm so over that thought, we are done for good Cole!"

"C'mon Tom let's go." You stormed off dragging Tom with you by his wrist to the library.

You slumped down on the seat as Tom took the opposite seat to you

"I can't believe Cole would say that! I'm an attention seeker? Seriously?!" You seethed.

"How did you guys even fall in love?" Tom asked out of courtesy though he had no interest in knowing that.

"You know childhood best friends it was like we owed to date each other." you shrugged.

"Maybe we can do something to divert your attention?"

"And what is that?"

"Finish our assignment I guess that's still pending."

"Seriously?" you gave a disinterested look.

"What? That is much better than talking about your douchebag boyfriend, ex boyfriend"

"Yeah maybe some witchy stuff can help keep me distracted." you walked to the shelves and pulled out some books and placed them on the desk with a loud thud. You picked up a book and were turning over some pages in a book and stumbled upon something as you frowned.

"What’s Dark Baptism?"

"Huh oh it's a sort of ceremony. The Dark Baptism is the most sacred, unholy sacrament the witches practiced for centuries. The oldest of their rites. A novice witch signs his or her name in the Book of the Beast, and gives the Dark Lord dominion over their soul and in exchange he gives them unlimited power and eternal youth." Tom explained.

"Huh what’s the use of such powers if I have to give up my freedom of will?" you scoffed.

"It’s the only one of several possible interpretations, see like all religions have symbolic gestures and demand sacrifices right?"

"Signing the Book of the Beast is more like a pledge to abide by the devil's commandments."

"But the Dark Lord aka Satan is the embodiment of evil." You state. Tom corrects you immediately.

"As per texts he is the embodiment of free will and that he goes beyond the mere concepts of good and evil and the infernal punishment of the "False God"."

"So what about Hell?" you ask.

"If you accept the Dark Lord's gifts, then you won't die for a long time and Hell is for mortals. In exchange for their service and devotion, witches are exempt from the eternal flames of damnation." Tom explains.

"That's some crazy ass bullshit." You laugh it off.

"But you seem to have quite in-depth knowledge about these things. Do you happen to practice witchcraft in secret?" you narrowed your eyes.

"Maybe, who knows" he shrugs." Why are you so invested in knowing all this?" he counter questioned you.

"Nothing just general curiosity that's it." You shrug.

"General curiosity or is it about the visions or nightmares whatever you have." Tom smirked.

"Who-who told you.." You stutter.

"Jane told Harrison and he told me."

"Those are just some stupid dreams that's all."

"Or may be not, maybe you are a psychic or a witch "

“Ha ha very funny.”

"Okay leave all that." Tom cleared his throat.

"Hey I know it would be really inappropriate for me to ask you. You know you can totally say no."

''Hey it's okay we are friends now c'mon spill it out." you held his hand reassuringly.

"Umm my mother seems to have liked you a lot the day you stopped by our house and wants me to invite you to our Halloween party. It's kind of a spooky themed business gala. "

"Your mother likes me or you?" you narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk.

"No I swear my mom told me to invite you." Tom flustered.

"Okay then tell your mom that I would love to go."

"Oh thanks." Tom’s eyes lit up like a child.

"And by the way if you want me to be your date just ask." You winked.

"It's - it's nothing like that." he stuttered.

"Relax anyways I'm single now." you giggled.

"So what are you divs doing?" Harrison dropped in between your conversation.

"Nothing just getting ready for my dark baptism." You chuckled though Harrison gave a mortified look as he exchanged glances with Tom. Who shook his head dismissively to let him know he hasn't said anything.

“Uh okay..have you seen Jane anywhere?"

"Why do you also need some attention?" You joked lazily placing a hand on Harrison's shoulder and instantly backed off with a light gasp.

"You okay?" Harrison asked looking at your horrified expression.

"Yeah, yeah I'm-I’m fine." you stammered blinking your eyes.

"I'll go and find Jane." You walked away huskily.

…….........

Agatha and Zendaya visited a farm to purchase a black goat to be used for sacrifice during your dark baptism in the woods.

"What is on your mind mother? A few days ago you wanted that half breed dead but now you are here arranging for her dark baptism. I don't understand any of this."

"Well you three failed in your task and I'm grateful to Satan for that this time because I recently found out she is the key to perform the spell by which our coven will gain infinite powers."

"What spell?"

"For now you don't need to know more than this. Just remember that girl needs to be protected."

…………..

It's 31st of October and you are officially 25. You were at the cafe as Jane came in all bubbly and chirpy.

“Happy Birthday babe!!!” Jane exclaimed, giving you a tight hug.

“Thank you babe.” Tom and Harrison dropped in after sometime.

“Isn’t it your birthday day? Why the hell are you working today?”.

“Because it’s my birthday.”

"Well somebody has got the whole concept of birthday wrong." tom quipped.

“Here we brought something for you.” He placed a cake box on the table.

“Jane dear can you arrange this for us please.” Harrison asked her sweetly.

“Of Course will.”

“Seriously guys you didn’t have to do this.” Jane was quick to arrange the cake on a tray with some candles and placed it in front of you. You blow out the candles as they sing for you.

“Thank you so much guys.” your heart swelled in happiness.

“We would have loved to stay but we have another party to arrange so see you girls in the evening.” Harrison said.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” Tom informed you softly.

“Will be waiting.” You smiled. After they left you turned to Jane.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah what?"

"What do you know about Harrison? Apart from he's a sex God. His family and life." you snickered.

"Umm they are rich, business partners with the Hollands. Loves his mom and sister a lot. Why?"

"Nothing, you are my best friend just don't want you to fall for the wrong guy. I finally learnt my lesson. Heh." You chuckled slowly.

“Don’t worry babe if he does something bad I’ll give you the privilege of kicking his ass.” She laughed and went to the back of the shop.

Now how will you tell her that when you touched him you had one of your stupid visions. You saw blood, pentacles, human skulls, it felt so inauspicious the darkness engulfing you. Your eyes went to the blown out birthday candles and you suddenly remembered about the night where the candle caught fire on it’s own. Then you recalled Tom saying that you may be psychic and you suddenly got the idea of testing the fact.

"This is all a hoax, I'm not psychic nor a witch. I was drunk and was seeing things." you said to yourself and took a deep breath.

"Well here goes to nothing." You focused on them but nothing happened.

"Huh, definitely a hoax" you blew out your cheeks and turned to do your work. But when you turned around again to your surprise each and every candle was lit up magically. You exhaled deeply, frowning.

……………

Reaching home you went to your room and saw a big gift box kept on your bed. You took the lid off the box to find an expensive black dress with a note.

Happy Birthday Y/N. Will be really happy if you wear this tonight. Love T. H

You smiled and held out the dress in front of you admiring it in the full length mirror in your room, it was the most exquisite thing you have ever seen. The soft silky fabric with intricate lace work was literal work of art. You changed into the dress and decided to let your hair down for tonight with minimal jewelry and makeup.

Meanwhile Tom and Harrison were getting ready in their finest tux for the gala and your baptism.

"You really gifted her the wedding dress."

"Well it's an important night for her she will be turning into a complete witch and hopefully her memories will come back after that." Tom said, fixing his cufflinks.

"You ready son?" Nikki walked into his room.

"Yes mother." Nikki could see in his eyes that something was bothering him.

"Don't worry I talked to your father and I will be presenting your dear Y/N for her baptism." Tom's eyes lit up hearing the news. It's usually the mother who presents her child for the baptism but your mother will not be able to attend it so the whole thing of who will be presenting you was bugging him for a while. And hearing that his mother is going to do that relieved him.

"Really mother! Thank you so much."

"I’m really happy that you’re finally going to be happy in your life son."

Tom was there to pick you up sharp at 7. You stepped out of your house as you saw him waiting for you leaning against his car. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You literally looked like an angel he thought.

"You look gorgeous, love."

"Thank you, you look surprisingly dapper too."

"Thank you."

"But you didn't have to buy me such an expensive dress. The whole night now I will be so self conscious of not ruining the dress."

"I will buy you a new one don't worry."

"Ha ha not happening again. Now let’s go"

He opened the door of the car for you as you sat inside the car. You reached his place in an hour and stepped out of the car holding his hand as he led you inside.

You walked into the ballroom and your breath was caught at the grandeur. You’d never been in a space that made you feel so small–or so plain. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. And it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before you, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine.

"Whoa dude am I supposed to be a part of this gala? I mean just look at all the people around." you gave out a nervous laugh.

"You were always supposed to be here Y/N."

You are immediately greeted by Jane and Harrison.

“Hey you made it!” Jane hugged you and your dress caught her eyes.

“Damn girl now that’s a one of a kind ball gown.” She giggled as you blushed.

“Only for the one of a kind girl.” Tom snickered.

You, Tom, Harrison and Jane then hit the dance floor, slow music playing.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

You clasped on to his hand placing another hand on his shoulder blade as he did the same. You began moving back and forth waltzing around the ballroom. Spinning and circles and shuffling your feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was paradise, but even more so when your eyes met.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you

His eyes were chocolate brown, which made your knees buckle and your lips quiver. He narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a small chuckle. Your dress was getting in the way and your heels were making you clumsy or you were actually clumsy around him. He noticed your discomfort and changed his stance making it easier for you to follow. His grip tightened on your hand giving it a comforting squeeze making your heart skip a beat.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes

You swayed to the music, bodies so close, his hand still grasping yours. This was perfect as if time stood still, your gaze filled with burning desires as he looked down to your slightly parted lips. Tom was trying to get a read on you as you looked at you longingly. You could feel your cheeks burning and you knew you're blushing on the outside which only made his smile grow wider.

Some things are meant to be So take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

He dropped your hand but before you could frown he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body even more closer. His kind, smiling face met yours as you felt his sweet, warm breath fanning your face. Your breath hitched all that brooding, pining and longing stares just for this magical moment. Out of instinct you tilted your face a little, closing your eyes. But instead Tom knelt down to your ear and whispered.

“Parere mandatis meis.” You opened your eyes with a vacant gaze as if someone robbed you of your emotions and reasoning. You stood there like a living statue.

"Y/N now listen to me carefully you are going to do whatever I say okay?"

"Yes." You nodded in a mechanical fashion. Agatha walked towards you.

"Is she ready?"

"Yes Lady Layman”

"Good then bring her to the altar."

“Was the hypnosis necessary?”

“You got a better idea to make your non believer half witch willingly go through her baptism?” Agatha quipped.

“No” He answered lowly.

“Then bring her outside fast midnight is approaching, the blood moon will appear soon.” She ordered.

The party moves outside, where the moon is at its fullest and begins to turn red. With midnight approaching, everyone rushes off into the woods. Tom took you to a gate burning with blue flames, you pass through the blue flames unharmed and arrive at your baptism, where the Holland's, Osterfield's, Layman's, and many other important delegates are in attendance.

"All this grandeur for a half breed's baptism, how pathetic is that?" Zendaya quipped, rolling her eyes.

The priest assigned for your baptism arrived at the altar.

"Welcome daughter of Night"

"Who presents this girl for unholy baptism?" He reckons.

"I do." Nikki states.

"We are gathered here in these woods in the presence of our dark lord, with all the souls, the living and the dead, of our coven

the most unholy church of dark." He addresses.

"Kneel child." You kneel in front of him in your trance.

The priest smears blood over your forehead and read you your rights and demands your loyalty.

"There is no law beyond. Do what thou wilt." He states.

"Our dark lord asks -

" Would you like to be happy child, to be free?"

"Free to love and to hate? To be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only?" you stay numb Tom takes the initiation.

"Say yes Y/N."

"Yes, father." You say as you were told.

"Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel, who preferred the loss of Heaven to that of his pride?"

"Yes, father."

"In exchange for this belief, you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the dark lord."

"Y/N Warren are you willing to forsake the path of light and follow the path of night wherever it may lead you?"

"I am"

"And are you willing to place our dark lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, friends, family." you pause for a moment but under the hypnosis spell even if you wanted to but you couldn't make your own decisions.

"I ...am"

"Then it's time to sign his book." The weather started to deteriorate as strong winds started to blow and thunder rumbling at a distance could be heard.

Meanwhile at your home your mother was turning restless with the sudden change in the weather she ran to your Aunt Rose's room.

"Rose what's happening?"

"It's about time Martha." Rose says coldly.

"What do you mean? Where is Y/N?" Martha panicked.

"Don't worry she will be fine but for some people this is the beginning of their end"

"Mom what's happening?" Erica came running too.

"Oh Erica you are here can you fetch me the ancestral calcified bowl." Erica did as she was told.

"Martha give me the ashes of Amber." She handed over a bottle of ash as Rose poured it in the bowl. She lit the candles around the bowl with her magic and chanted.

"Here and now

I evoke the elemental force of Fire

the flames of creativity and passion

dancing source of heat, light and life.

I seek the flowing forge within

I call you forth to burn away

All that impedes my highest vision

And to enact change in the world

Lightning and hearth

Hearth and forge

Fire, I call thee hence"

Rose focused on the ashes in the bowl as flames erupted in it.

"Y/N wake up, recognize your true self"

“Phasmatos Incendia Ignis absumet Ignarious. Ignarious! Ignarious Ignalusa”

Meanwhile you were standing at the altar and an ancient book was kept open on the flat stone in front of you. The priest took a knife and made an incision on your hand as a drop of blood flowed down from the cut on the page. Tom was behind you as the priest signalled him to proceed; he took your hand with the pen to sign your name in the book. Just when you were about to sign the Dark Lord’s Book of the Beast with your blood, Rose's invocation ritual broke the hypnosis spell on you and you were snapped out of your trance. The fog that clouded your mind got lifted as you felt light headed. It took awhile for you to process what was happening around you.

"You swear to obey without any question any order you may receive from tHe dark lord, or from any figure He placed in authority over you."

"In signing you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our lord satan." The priest went on.

"No!!" You yanked your hand away from Tom's grasp.

"What do you mean no child?" the priest frowned.

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?!" You looked around in confusion.

"Tom what's going on? Where's Jane?!" you look at him with panic stricken eyes.

"Y/N,love, listen to me this is for your own good just complete the ritual"

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank because it's not funny."

"You think you are sick with some neural disease that is why you can't feel warmth. Y/N don't you understand that you are not human." Tom tried to make you understand.

“Tom why are you so up to prove that I’m some sort of psychic?”

''You are a smart girl Y/N don't tell me the visions you get doesn't seem real? That you didn't light up a candle just by focusing your mind on it." agatha quipped.

"You are a half witch Y/N magic runs in your blood and to reach your full potential you have to submit to our Dark Lord"

"Whatever I maybe there is another path for me. A third way. And even if there isn't, my name is Y/N Warren, and I will not sign it away!" you stated.

"If you don't complete the ritual then you have to face the wrath of the dark lord." Agatha warned.

"The only thing I'm gonna do is to get away from you jackass people."

The coven tries to stop you from escaping as everyone chanted in unison.

“Crescere arbor”

While you attempt to escape you become entangled in magical possessed vines which held you to your place.

"Why can't I move?" you struggled to free yourself.

"You're not leaving unless and until you complete the ritual."

Suddenly the stone of your antique necklace starts glowing, emitting a reddish orange aura which just grew in intensity as time passed blinding your eyes. A sudden rage started to grow inside trying to burst out.

Your body was shaking imminently as the blazing inferno coursing inside you was becoming too much for your body to handle. You forced your eyes open and a chill ran down the spines of everyone present for the ceremony. You irises appeared like burning coals of fire.

They flashed with anger, a burning animosity growing in your amber orbs. Tom couldn't recognize you anymore you appeared to be a totally different person.

Flares started erupting from your hands soon turning into flames ready to engulf anyone that came in your way. The flames spread to the magical vines holding you as they were burned into ashes setting you free. You gasped as you looked at your hands on fire.

"What's happening?! What did you guys do to me?!" You panicked.

"Y/N, love calm down. Just try to control it"

"I can't!!'' You growled

"I can help, just let me help you Y/N"

"No! Don't come near me." You warned with a hoarse voice. A ring of fire formed around you.

"Tom do something or she will burn down the whole forest." Harrison said in panic.

''You've nothing to fear no one will do you any harm."

"Just calm down and everything will be fine. Close your eyes and focus, love"

You closed your eyes taking in measured breaths trying to calm yourself. It worked as the raging inside you dissipated. Your hands were no more on fire.

"Suctus Incendia" everyone chanted in unison and the fire died down.

You on the other hand felt weak and drained out as you collapsed on the ground unconscious.

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It’s All Coming Back to Me Now 4/?

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By the time Anne announces she is ready to present a first version of her song, everyone is quite curious to see what she cooked up.

‘I thought about what Anna and Kat said last time. About making it modern…and have everyone involved.’ Anne explains as Kat once again sets up her laptop. ‘So Kat is doing the chorus, which would be your parts.’

Grew up in the French Court Oui, oui, bonjour

Laughter immediately follow the exaggerated French accent coming from the queen who speak the language as fluently and perfectly as her native one.

All the British dudes, lame

Catalina and Anna share a look as Kat chimes in with ‘epic fail’. They had bonded over being shipped to a foreign country not knowing a single word of English to marry some random dude...They are not going to have problems singing that part like they mean it.

(Ooh) I wanna dance and sing (Politics) Not my thing

Catalina barely restrains a snort. Definitely her thing.

(You sent him kisses) I didn't know I would move in with his missus (What?) Get a life (You're living with his wife?)

Kat is extremely convincing at acting shocked at Anne’s actions and then clearly uncomfortable at the next verse, looking down at her feet.

(Ooh) Don't be bitter (Ooh) 'cause I'm fitter (Ooh) Why hasn't it hit her? He doesn't want to bang you Somebody hang you

‘Do you really have to use that language?’ Jane asks after they have all complimented Anne for her song.

‘What? Bitch?’ It’s quite clear to everyone that Anne is trying to rile Jane up. ‘If Catalina can say shit, why can’t I say bitch?’

Both Catalina and Anna nod at Anne’s words. Jane sends her a not-impressed look. She knows she is now repeating that word on purpose now, just to annoy her.

‘They don’t actually say it. Neither of them.’ Kat points out, raising her eye for the first time since half-way through the song, but still avoiding looking at Catalina.

'Moving on,’ Jane concedes, ‘while I technically understand all the words, there are some parts I don’t really...what xo means?’ Unlike Anne, Anna and Kat, Jane had not immediately taken to modern pop culture. At the moment she is trying to understand memes, much to the others’ amusement. They even have a group chat just devoted to sending her memes and gifs to see what she thinks they are and then explaining them. Most of the time Jane regrets having joined the chat and she would just abandon it if she didn’t know that they would add her back in immediately…and also that it’s all good-natured teasing.

‘Hugs and Kisses. Like, if you text someone and you sign off with xo it stands for that. X for kisses and O for hugs.’

'Aaah-’ Jane nods. That makes sense. That’s why Kat followed that line with ‘you sent him kisses’. ‘What about x-rated? It's kisses related too?’

‘In a way.’ Anne guffaws.

‘When something has a x rating, it’s because it’s very explicit. For adults only.’

The others look mildly amused at her innocence and Cathy’s explanation, but Anna is sure Jane will be uncomfortable once she realises. ‘Sex, Jane.’ She cuts it short.

‘You know what?’ Jane’s face is aflame. ‘If you give me the words, I’m going to look them up for myself.’

‘Can I talk to you for a second?’ Jane stops Kat as the meeting wraps up.

‘Want me to wait for you?’ Catalina asks.

‘If you don’t mind.’ Kat sends her a smile, before turning her attention to Jane.

‘I wanted to ask if you could help me out with my song. You wrote Catalina’s, right?’

‘Well, she wrote the words, I just played around, adjusted some bits and added others, you know, for rhymes and rhythm, and stuff like that.’

‘It’s just that...I know what I want to say, but words have never been my strong suit.’ Jane admits self-consciously. ‘If you could help me with that too. And the music. Obviously. To use Anne’s words. Not my thing.’ Jane smiles self-deprecatingly.

‘I would love to!’ Kat smiles encouragingly. ‘Have you thought about what type of sound are you lookin...’ she trails off seeing the slight panic on her face. ‘Why don’t you just make a list of singers and songs that you like? And that you’d like your song to...well, not be similar, but you know?’

Jane nods. That she gets. They agree on meeting up soon to start working on the lyrics and that meanwhile Jane will send Kat songs to get inspirations for the music part.

‘Everything okay?’ Catalina asks as they fall into step.

Kat hesitates for brief second. She will know anyway once she starts spending a lot of time out of the house with Jane, just like she did while working on Anne’s song. Probably even more. And the others will find out when they present it. Make no sense to keep it secret. ‘She just wanted to ask for my help with her song.’

‘What about you?’ Kat asks after a bit, noticing the expression on Catalina’s face. ‘Are you upset about Anne’s song? I’m really sorry about...well, you know what part.’

‘Did you write it?’

‘No!’

‘Exactly.’ Catalina had noticed how uncomfortable the girl had looked and how she had avoided eye contact with her pretty much up until they had finished the meeting and she had spoken to her directly, asking whether she should wait for her or not. ‘Besides, she says it herself, she didn’t really mean it.’

‘Then what is it?’

‘Are you okay with all the...losing your head jokes?’

‘Not really bothered to be honest.’ Kat shrugs. She had time to get used to Anne joking about it and she can see the appeal. She had mentioned it to Cathy, who said something about using humour to cope with trauma and grief. ‘But I know it’s not that. What’s on your mind?’

Catalina sighs. Sometimes having someone knowing you backfires. And Kat does know her. Perhaps a little too well. ‘I know that she is playing around a lot. The “just want to have fun” vibe. The slang. Playing up the airhead persona. Blatantly lying about the politics thing.’ She shakes her head. Everyone who knows about Anne Boleyn will know that is not true. ‘But that line about her father...’ she trails off. She never really considered the role family politics might have played into the whole affair. She always assumed it had been all Anne.

‘That’s something you should ask her.’ Kat says after a beat. Her loyalty will always be to Catalina, but they are not pitted against each other anymore. She loves Anne as well and won’t betray her confidence. And this is a perfect example of why, at the time, which now feels like ages ago, she had requested not to be asked about the other queens, but for everyone to take it up with the person in question. ‘Just because you’re my mom it doesn’t mean rules don’t apply to you.’ Kat winks at her cheekily in an effort to lighten up the mood. Rationally she knows Catalina won’t be upset and will respect her wish not to talk about it. But she can’t help feeling like she is letting her down, disappointing her.

‘I’m proud of you.’

'Why?’

Because she is still caring and sweet despite everything and everyone? Because she never hesitates to use her talents to help others? Because she knows that the little girl who served her and whose priority was to please her is still very much present in Kat, no matter how many times she tells her that she is her daughter now, not her attendant, but here she is, in a way, standing up to her, to protect Anne’s privacy?

Kat sounds genuinely confused and it breaks Catalina’s heart. Every. Single. Time. She will keep telling her until one day Kat’s reaction won’t be surprise and incredulity.

‘I’d need a third lifetime to list all the reasons. But I’m always proud of you.’ Catalina slips her hand so that she is holding the crook of Kat’s elbow, now walking arm in arm. ‘Siempre, querida, siempre.’

When it comes to Jane’s turn, the set-up is a bit different. Upon Jane’s request, Kat is going to play the keyboard instead of having a track playing on her laptop. Despite Kat’s encouragement, Jane still doesn’t feel fully confident...especially about some parts of her song. More than once she suggested to take those out, afraid of chocking or freezing when singing in front of other people. Since when they had practiced with Kat on the keyboard, if Jane changed anything, the younger girl had been able to adapt the music on the spot...they had agreed that Kat will play and follows Jane’s lead, if she decides not to go full-out.

‘I’m sorry...you were the one worried about us singing ourselves??’ Anne breaks the silence that had settled as Jane’s song winded down.

‘Yes, girl!’ Anna agrees. ‘That’s some set of pipes.’

‘We might actually have a problem finding people who can sing that. Between you and Catalina...’ Cathy joins in. The new version of the first queen’s song had some new lines, minor changes and tweaks. And lots of riffing, with Catalina fully making the song hers while Kat had sung the added choruses.

‘I was surprised myself.’ Jane admits bashful at the praises. ‘We went through...scales?’ she looks at Kat to make sure she is saying it right.

‘Yes, I wanted to find her vocal range. See what was within her natural reach, how high she could get…and she kept going up and up.’ Kat nods with a laugh, remembering the scene and how shocked they had both been when they realised the potential of Jane’s voice. Once Kat heard her, she knew she simply had to include some whistle notes.

‘I think some vocal training would be good.’ Anne raises her hands at the looks she receives. ‘I don’t mean it like that. I already said that! Just...one thing is doing that once. Another is doing it repeatedly and consistently…and doing it well.’

‘She has a point.’ Everyone who had ever taken vocal lessons agree.

‘It’s like with playing an instrument or dancing. You might have talent, but you need to cultivate it. Study. Practice. Train.’

‘Talking about dancing,’ Catalina starts, ‘what do we think about choreographies? Jane’s song doesn’t lend itself, but I have some ideas for mine.’

Kat looks at her, raised eyebrow and amused expression on her face. Some ideas? She basically has choreographed half of the song already.

The exchange is missed as Anne exclaims. ‘Me too!’

Jane groans. ‘Not that too. I just solved one problem.’

‘Please,’ Anna scoffs good-natured at her, ‘next thing we know you’ll be popping and locking like a pro.’

‘I have no idea what you just said.’ Jane deadpans.

Anne and Catalina are still staring at each other. Kat and Cathy look from one to the other. The first two queens were both renowned, among a lot of other things, for being accomplished and skilful dancers. Things had gone quite smoothly so far, but they learned during their cohabitation to never underestimate what could start a squabble…or worse.

‘So,’ Anne clears her throat, suddenly awkward, ‘team up?’

Catalina ponders in silence a bit longer. ‘You know what? Why not!’

She doesn’t miss the relieved looks on the last two queens’ faces, before they turn to each other with excited grins. She supposes that her girl is happy that she is trying to get along with her cousin, whom she got even closer since they worked on Anne’s song together, and Cathy is probably happy with how her project is taking shape, and that others besides her (and Kat) are showing initiative. And both are probably happy that a potential quarrel had been avoided. The last two queens had been the ones most uncomfortable when discussions would happen at the household.

‘Anyone has anything else to add before we adjourn the meeting?’

‘Ohh, so profesh!’ Anne teases Cathy.

‘I actually have.’ Kat speaks up. ‘I thought about your idea of having an intro song...what if we make it about what we are known for?’

‘Oh. Like, this is what you think you know about us. Then bam! We have our songs that rewrite the whole history.’ Anna picks it up immediately.

‘Making it…her-story,’

Everyone turns to look at Jane, who appears very proud of her pun. Kat is the one who reacts first. Having spent long hours with her cousin while writing her song, she has come to know her love for puns and – usually lame – jokes. She whips out her pen to scribble something down on her pink notebook, before raising her head again. ‘But yes, Anna, that’s exactly what I meant.’

‘That makes sense.’ Anne nods.

‘We should include that stupid rhyme.’ Kat muses aloud. ‘You know, divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived...wait. Wait.’ she raises one hand as to silence the others while with her other hand she is busy writing on her notebook.

‘We are waiting.’ Catalina informs her, tone amused. ‘Not sure what for, though.’

Kat doesn’t reply until she stops writing. She gives a long look at the words she penned. ‘What about.

I'm done 'cause all this time I've been just one word In a stupid rhyme

‘We could use that as an actual intro!’ Anne lights up. ‘Like. Divorced and Catalina enters. Beheaded and I do. And so on.’

‘I haven’t started to think about that song at all.’ Cathy admits. She is slowly putting together her own. There is so much she wants to say and not much time…in a song. Sometimes she wishes she had less time to write, that she was not the last queen, because then she would have to take what she got and present it, instead of agonizing over every single word and whether there is a better one to use. ‘But just like this, on the spot...I think that stupid rhyme,’ she sends a smile to Kat, ‘could also work as refrain?’

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The First Words We Say, Part Two

Soulmate AU!!!!!! Because I’m a sucker for them honestly!

Evan Buckley x Reader x Eddie Diaz

Y/N: your name

Summary: everyone has a soulmate, some even have two. You just happen to be one of the lucky few who have two soulmates. But you don’t see it as luck, no you’ve only ever seen it as a curse. And now you’ve come face to face with one of your soulmates!

Part One Part Two Part Three

It had been several weeks since Buck found out that you where his soulmate. And honestly, things hadn’t been going well between the two of you. Buck was beyond hurt, and he didn’t understand. You’d listened to him talk about how much soulmates meant to him, and how much he wanted to meet his soulmates. And the whole time you’d been his soulmate and hadn’t said a single thing to him. He just couldn’t figure out why. He’d even asked Bobby about why you’d kept it a secret. But Bobby had told him it wasn’t his place to tell and that he just needed to talk to you. But he just couldn’t bring himself to approach you.

He just felt so hurt and betrayed, and by his own soulmate no less. He couldn’t help but wonder if you hadn’t said anything because he just wasn’t good enough. Was there something wrong with him? Was he such a bad person that even one of his own soulmates couldn’t stand him? It was driving him crazy, but he refused to be the one to go to you. You where the one who ignored him, so you needed to come to him.

Meanwhile you where feeling just as bad as Buck was feeling, maybe even worse. You felt just awful about how upset Buck was. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. You where a mess, and you just weren’t good for him. He was better off without you. And one day he would meet both of yours other soulmate, so he didn’t need you.

So the past several weeks had been spent with the two of you ignoring each other. The whole team was worried for the both of you, and on numerous occasions had tried to force you guys to sit down together and talk. But it was no use. You both where stubborn as hell. Bobby was getting annoyed beyond belief. He understood how you felt, and why you felt that way. But he knew how happy Athena made him, and he just wanted that for the both of you. But no matter how much he talked to you, you just couldn’t get past your self-loathing and your fears.

Then one day a tv crew had caught you and your team saving a bus full of kids. The bus had blown a tire, causing the bus to flip on its side. The 118 had been called to the scene to pull the kids out of the bus and check them over. And there just happened to be a news van driving down the highway behind the bus, so they caught everything on camera. And the rescue had made it onto the news, hell the story even went national.

Honestly you didn’t really think much of it. You didn’t do this job for the recognition, you did it to help people. So you just ignored the story, when really you shouldn’t have. When you left home at 18, you didn’t tell your parents where you where going. You wanted to get away from them, and never see them ever again. They’d made your life hell for years. They’d beat you, and treated you like crap your whole life, so of course you never wanted to see them again.

But they just so happened to watch the story on your team saving those kids. And they’d instantly recognized you. And then they’d heard the name of your captain, and the name of one of your coworkers. Both of them remember what your soul marks had said, so they knew that Evan Buckley was one of your soulmates. Neither of them was happy that you’d found one of your soulmates. To them, you should have stayed alone for the rest of your life. So they decided to take a plane out to LA to see you, and see what they could do about getting between you and your soulmate.

But you hadn’t known they’d seen the news story, so when they showed up at the station a week after the story aired, you were surprised beyond belief. You’d been walking towards the stairs to the loft when the two of them had walked into the station.

“Y/N!”

The voice caused you stopped dead in your tracks. You’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it caused a cold spike of dread to wash down your spine. You turned slowly to face the entrance of the station and stared wide eyed at your parents as they approached you. They both where smirking down at you, and it was almost like no time had passed since you’d last seen them. They could still make you feel two inches tall just from a single look.

“Mom, dad. What are you doing here?” You questioned, hating the way your voice cracked.

“We saw the news story about you and your team saving those kids, and thought we come and see you. It has been several years since we last saw you after all,” Your father stated.

Your first instinct was to cower at the look in his eyes. That look had always promised pain when you where younger. But you weren’t that same small child anymore. No you were an adult now. You where a firefighter. You routinely went into burning buildings to save lives. You could face down your parents. You squared your shoulders, straightening up, and frowned at them.

“Yeah, well there’s a reason for that,” You stated defiantly.

Both your parents scowled at your statement.

“Y/N, is everything okay here?” Bobby questioned, coming to stand next to you.

He hadn’t heard you call these people mom and dad, but he’d seen the way your face had gone pale when you’d first seen them. Then he’d seen how you’d flinched when the man had spoken. And he didn’t like it one bit. No way in hell was he going to let someone come into his station, and mess with one of his firefighters.

“This doesn’t concern you” Your father growled, glaring at Bobby.

Bobby scowled at the man.

“I’m the captain of this station, and these are my firefighters. So yes it does concern me when two people come in here and try to intimidate one of them!” Bobby stated, anger seeping into his voice.

“We’re their parents, and this has nothing to do with you. So butt out,” Your mom ordered.

Bobby felt rage course through him. These where the people who’d hurt you so much. These where the people who made you feel like you were worthless and undeserving of love. And they had the nerve to come in here and try to act like they had a right to be anywhere near you? Not on his watch! He stepped forward in front of you, blocking you from your parents sight.

“You’re their parents?! And you have the nerve to come in here after everything you’ve done to them?! Get out! Get the hell out of my station, before I call the cops, and have you arrested for trespassing!” Bobby shouted.

By now the rest of the station had gathered around you, drawn in by the obvious tension between you and the two strangers. Everyone was unsure as to what was going on, but the absolute hatred in Bobby’s voice as he spoke to your parents shocked them. And made them wonder just what they’d done to piss Bobby off so much.

“This isn’t over!” Your dad stated, grabbing your moms arm and pulling her out of the station.

Bobby watched them leave, and once they where gone he turned to face you. You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. No-one had ever stood up for you like that, no-one had ever protected you from them.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling you into a hug.

You melted into his chest and nodded your head, tears coming to your eyes. Now that they where gone you could let your brave façade fall away.

“I’m okay, just a little shaken up. I can’t believe they just showed up here like that,” You whispered.

“They’re not coming anywhere near you,” Bobby stated adamantly.

“Thank you,” You muttered, finally pulling away from him.

He really was like a surrogate father to you, much better than your real father anyway. You caught sight of Buck over Bobby’s shoulder. He was staring at the two of you in confusion. He didn’t understand anything that had just happened. But he could guess that your parents weren’t good people, and that they’d pry hurt you. He felt a twinge of anger at the thought that someone had hurt you. He may not know you, or even be on good terms with you right now, but you where still his soulmate. Bobby followed your line of sight to Buck and frowned.

“You two need to talk, now! You need to tell him Y/N,” Bobby ordered gently, pushing you towards Buck.

You sighed but nodded your head. You knew he was right, Buck deserved an explanation, and it was about time you gave it to him. So you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the locker room. But once the two of you were alone you faltered. How did you even begin to explain to him what was wrong with you.

“Are your parents the reason you didn’t want to let me know you where my soulmate?” Buck asked suddenly.

You turned to look at him, tears falling from your eyes, and nodded your head.

“All my life, they told me there was something wrong with me. That I’m a freak because I have two soulmates instead of one. And after a while, I started to believe them,” You pulled your shirt back enough to show him the scars on your chest.

He stared at the marred skin in shock, eyes wide.

“When I was seven my dad tried to burn them off with a branding iron… Buck, I’m not good for you. I’m a broken mess. You shouldn’t have to be tied down to someone like me,” You stated.

He stared at you for a moment, before pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you protectively, and you felt yourself relax in his hold. Bobby’s hugs where nice and comforting, but there was just something so soothing and special about a hug from your soulmate. The two of you fit perfectly in each other’s arms. He pulled back from you slightly after a moment, cupped your face in his hands, and stared into your eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with you! You’re not a freak okay. What they did to you was wrong. And you’re not some kind of burden. You help people every day, you run into burning buildings to save people. You’re amazing, and I’d be the luckiest person in the world to get to spend the rest of my life with you,” Buck stated, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your face.

You stared into his eyes, seeing the honesty in them, and you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t a freak undeserving of love. And just maybe it was okay for you to fall in love and be with your soulmates.

“And anyone would be damn lucky to have you as their soulmate. I’m sorry I kept being your soulmate from you. It was a mistake,” You replied.

He smiled down at you, and then you both where kissing. It took your breath away, and made you feel complete for the first time in your life. The sound of the alarm bells ringing pulled you both out of your first kiss, and you both laughed.

“Come on Buckaroo, we’ve got some people to help,” You stated, moving towards the locker room door.

He followed after you, a giant smile on his face. The whole team smiled at the both of you knowingly as you both climbed into the truck. But no-one said anything. They where all just happy that the two of you had finally worked out the problem between you. Now all you had to do was find your other soulmate…

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 years

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Headcanons for Chisaki/Chrono/Setsuno/Mimic and Nemoto ? ♥ Like his S/O is from another state, let's say Russia and he is about meet his s/o 's family. When, he comes there, he realizes that his s/o's parents are well-known assassins for the yakuza and other mafias. And he tries to stay calm, but when they are having the family dinner, he says " well, tell me about your assasianations. ". And so, they explained situation, about them. But, even the S/O didn't know.

(Public Service Announcement: Not only am I baby, but I’m also a dumb bish! This ask was clearly explained to me but I still don’t fully get it. Out of fear of messing it up, I shifted it around. My apologies!)

~Russian Assassin S/O family~

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~Overhaul~

-Honestly he couldn’t even tell you were from Russia to begin with. He couldn’t base it off your (s/c) skin alone because sometimes there more to it than that. He can’t deny it once your parents call one day and you begin speaking full Russian, flawlessly. He begins to think ‘What the Hell?! Am I dreaming???’ until you explain to him that they’ve requested to meet him. For a little bit, he doesn’t want to go because it’s a new place and that meant new germs to possibly take on. However, he knew this day would come eventually so he went ahead and agreed to making the trip with you.

-You two made it safely, and that wasn’t the issue. The issue came when you entered the home and Kai saw your parents. He was luckily wearing a mask to hide the way his mouth popped open. However, he can’t really hide the surprise in his eyes. Your parents kept the same happy demeanor despite recognizing his face and association to the Hassaikai through files. “Please come! We’re having a lovely dinner complete with Borscht!” Your mom ushered for you two to follow her into the kitchen. Your dad closed the front door and trailed behind you two, keeping a close eye on Chisaki’s back.

-Halfway through dinner, Kai decided to make a bold move to show he had the upper hand on them. “I felt as though I recognized you two. I’m sure you know who I am and what I’m affiliated with.” You tilted your head in confusion as Kai spoke. Your parents happy demeanor never left there face. Suddenly your mom nodded and replied with a smile. “Of course we do...Kai Chisaki. Young ward of the Shie Hassaikai in Japan.” Your jaw dropped and you shot a look of worry to Kai. He simply lifted his gloved hand and gently rubbed your head. “Perhaps you won’t mind some dinner story time. Tell me about your assassinations.”

~Chronostasis~

-Hari always felt like you were from somewhere else. It wasn’t the broken Japanese (unless you’re fluent..then just ignore that part), but it was your mannerisms that made you seem so foreign to him. He finally nailed it when he looked through some of your old photos. “Russia eh? Pretty damn cool if you ask me. Hey, what about you take me to meet your family? Please???” He convinced you to go...plus you missed home so of course you agreed!

-From the moment you made it to Russia, Kurono has been staring very intently on your parents as if there was a threat present. Meanwhile your mom showed you old baby stuff she had collected from your past, and your father chopped wood in the backyard until dinner was done. Kurono kept his serious and speculative demeanor as you traveled to the kitchen together and took you seats at the dinner table.

- It hadn’t even been a full 5 minutes at the dinner table when he suddenly spoke up. “With all due respect, let’s cut the shit here. I know you guys and I know what you do. Let’s hear about that instead of the boring crap.” While your parents started spouting off mission experiences, you were the only one that felt left in the dark. You had no idea!!!

~Setsuno~

-Toya was nervous from the moment he woke, to the moment he got out of the shower and got dressed, to the moment you boarded your flight. “Toya baby, please calm down.” You gently placed your hand on his shaking arm. “Calm down? What makes you think I’m not calm heh heh.” He tried to nervously laugh it off. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe the way you’re shaking right now, or maybe the way you downed 7 packs of peanuts since we’ve been on the flight.”

-Toya could feel his blood run cold for a second when he saw your parent’s. Part of this was because he was nervous about meeting them for the first time, and the other part was because they were well known professional assassins throughout the crime world. Why would you have kept this from him?! He looked at you expectantly and realization set in when he noticed the way you carelessly played cards with your dad. You must not have known this??? “Dinner's ready!” Your mother called out from the kitchen.

-”Uhm...Are you guys...I mean, you guys are definitely assassins. I apologize, but I would like to tell y/n about this too since they seemed to not know it.” Setsuno spoke up. You dropped your fork and did a double take. “I’m sorry...WHAT?!?!” You freaked out while your parents laughed carelessly. “I guess if we told you the Easter bunny wasn’t real, it was about time to tell you thr truth about us too!” You mom spoke cheerfully.

~Mimic~

-”Irinaka what are you wearing?” You tried to hold back a laugh from him. Mimic was currently in his full form wearing a tacky orange and green suit while nervously combing his hair in the hotel mirror. “Irinaka, just be comfortable. That’s the 5th suit I saw you pull out and try on. My parents aren’t going to care how you look. They care about what type of person you are.” You reassured him. “Yeah babe, I know. I just tryin to make a good impression on em.” Irinaka shifted himself to look at you over his shoulder. He noticed you were wearing a plain T-Shirt from your favorite show/movie, a pair of comfy pants, and you favorite old shoes. You were simple and comfy, so maybe he could be too?

-Mimic tapped his feet nervously while you chatted with your parent about Japan life. They were assassins...they were famous assassins. They could probably kill him 40 different ways with one blade of grass. They were either against the yakuza or with them depending on whatever side payed the most for their services...and now he was literally face to face with them. Normally he was braver but there was something terribly chilling the way they pretended as if nothing was wrong.

-Mimic seemed to become more like his normal annoyed self while your dad prattled on at the table about the winter this year. Your mom smiled and worked on a crossword puzzle, dipping her spoon into her bowl to eat every once in the while. You joked along with them until Mimic slammed his fork onto the table and glared in annoyance. “Cut it out with all the small talk and let’s hear about those assassinations instead.” You stared at him in confusion. Had he gone crazy? “Oh alright! I suppose it was getting a little boring here.” Your mom giggled. You then looked at her in confusion instead. Had SHE gone crazy!?!? Seems like you learned a new thing today.

~Shin Nemouto~

-Nemouto knew you were from Russia from the start. You two had really no secrets between each other. It was a comforting thing too! Therefore, he had plenty of time to prepare himself before the day came that you asked him to come meet your parents. Shin jumped on the offer and you two were off to Russia in a heartbeat (or as fast as the plane could carry).

-After being in the house with your parents for a while, your parents went into the kitchen to set the table and finish dinner preparations. Meanwhile, Nemouto excused himself to speak privately with you. He asked you multiple weird questions but you managed to answer them to best of your knowledge. Shin knew you were telling the truth but one last time he chose to use his quirk for a single question. “Y/N, have you been hiding your parents work from me?” He asked. Without hesitation you answered him. “No, I wouldn’t hide anything. My mom designs blankets and quilts downtown, and my father works at a local mine.” Perhaps, you didn’t know? “Time for dinner you two!” Your father called out. Nemouto kept his guard up as he entered the kitchen with you.

-Nemouto hadn’t hesitated to straight up use his quirk (as he usually did when he wasn’t sure about something). He really didn’t have to! Turns out your parents are open books when it comes to this stuff involving you and him now. Besides, they had dirt on him being a part of a criminal organization, and could get rid of him any time they pleased. Aside from that, they spent at least 30 minutes apologizing to you about never telling you this stuff.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Little Big Secrets (Sriracha, Part 16.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Living on your own in a lonely trail in the middle of the woods was like a living a fairy tale. And the prince charming was taking good care of you.

A/N: I just want to say that the Murray Bauman scene leads to the "Get awaaaay from me" scene in season two since he gets mad at him.

Word count: 2.8 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove

Master list: H E R E

It was a crazy idea... But somehow... You managed to make it work during September, so October was somehow even better. It took a while to accept the fact that Hopper leaves pretty early in the morning and comes back pretty late in the evening and that you have a whole day for yourself. You became Hopper's little secret no-one could find out about. And this time for real. You practically went under voluntary lock-down, sometimes leaving to Bloomington for groceries.

You had officially started the semester at the university of Hawkins, because the dean, Mr. Clarke, was your parents‘ good old friend. You straightaway lied to him - you told him that you have a really bad illness and that you had to stay in Hawkins because of that. Every Friday, you met up with Aiden, who gave you the homework professors were sending you and every Sunday, he came back for it. Your mother obviously tried to find out where you are and who do you live with now, but Aiden kept his mouth shut.

He, in the end, was a proud younger brother, because not everyone had the balls to actually do something as bat shit crazy as you did. You were one crazy motherfucker and Aiden couldn't but adore you. You never took him near the trail, you never told him where you live at the time - he just knew that you're alive and well and that Hopper's looking after you. Honestly, that was everything Aiden needed to know. You definitely looked happy, clean, nicely dressed, which told him that the man wasn't abusing or hurting you; in fact, he was treating you like a damn princess.

Since Hopper was out most of the weekdays, you made a small pact - it was okay to go on a walk around the quarry or go to grocery shop in Bloomington to keep you socialized and not feeling isolated. In the end, Hopper wasn't holding you in his trail against your will and he made sure you're free to leave every time you wanted to. But you agreed that going into Hawkins would be a dumb idea. So you didn't ride your bike there.

Every day, Hopper rode home with an uneasy feeling in his chest - what if he would open up the door and you would be nowhere to be found? He slowly grew to accept and to look forward to the fact that every time he comes home, there's someone who will spend time him, who would ask him about his day and well being, who would care about the man under though jokes and swearing. And his heart was pounding rapidly every time his car turned to drive into the driveway in front of the trail.

But every time he stopped the engine, the lights were on and he saw you opening up the door, coming towards him with a big, lovely smile on your lips to kiss him and tell him that you've missed him there.

Sometimes he had to stay longer at the station. Every time, you promised him that you'd wait for him but every time he entered the door, you were dead asleep on the couch with your homework and books everywhere around you, or the book you've been currently reading on your thighs. Every time he saw you there, he didn't know how the hell he got so lucky because the laundry was always done, the trail was perfectly tidied up and there was a home-made cooked meal waiting for him. And you, a beautiful and smart young woman, were waiting for him to come home. He, of course, carried you to bed - he got pretty handy with that.

Your presence was a kind of personal talisman to him. Since you started being a part of his life, living with him and accepting the role of being his actual girlfriend, his usage of Tuinal was less and less frequent. You knew that sometimes, he took a pill but both of you sometimes sat down and drank a beer or two or smoked and it almost seemed that the demons inside his head are getting quieter and quieter.

Sometimes, he woke you both up when he had nightmares about Vietnam or Sara, but usually, as soon as he felt your body pressed into his, your lips whispering him sweet nothings and calming phrases, he really cooled down rather quickly. You made him talk. Every single time, you made him talk so you could understand better, hugging him the whole time.

And you never turned away. You were fighting those demons by his side, not leaving him in the dark for a minute. You went to sleep only when he said that he's ready to go to sleep as well, sometimes distracting him with making him make love to you.

Nights of furious fucking were mostly far behind you; except when you had a shower together, which was almost every other morning before he left for the station. The nights spent away in his bed now felt more emotional, deeper than ever before. He could last for hours when he was in the right mood, not missing a single opportunity to eat you out as if he hadn't got a chance to do so in weeks.

Sometimes you argued, because every normal couple did, and honestly, he knew better than arguing with you since you got into his head in no time every single time. He could pinpoint name the moment when he had an argument coming his way - you had a long ass monologue, ending it with a mocking question. Sometimes you told him that he's a jerk (and many other names you could think of), sometimes he told you that you're just a small girl and brat, but usually, the arguments were thrown out of the window in no time as Hopper undressed you and fucked you literally everywhere he could - on the terrace, on the dinner table, in the waters of the quarry, on the couch, on the ground, literally everywhere.

Needless to say, you had your demons as well, you just wanted to live in the fairytale for a little longer - your mother was reporting you missing every other Friday and Hopper pretended to look for you meanwhile having you in his trail.

"Chief. Chief! Mr. Hopper!" - Your mother called out at him the first time, running after him as soon as he parked his car in front of the station. He was terrified for a second. Did she know? Did she find out? Did she know what you two were up to and that, in fact, you're in a secret relationship?

If she did, he was fucked up in the butt. Hopper, as every grown-up man, did know that one day comes to a really embarrassing situation. That day when you both will have to say it out loud, to tell the secret to your parents, to your friends, his co-workers, people in the town... And Hopper was sincerely afraid of that day. Yet, when she looked at him with her face completely clueless, he understood that she doesn't know. To be honest, he was terrified of the day she finds out.

He was sure that he castrates him in the most horrendous way possible and that even you, no matter how bat shit crazy or tough you were, won't stop her from doing so.

"Mrs. Y/L/N. What happened? Is everythin' alrite?" - Hopper asked worriedly, pulling the best acting so he could just lead her into his office. Flo immediately knew that it's your mother and her look was definitely concerned. His co-workers liked you, you were a little sunshine. What if something happened to you?

When your mom sat down in his office, he took a deep breath in, offering her a cup of coffee or water. She accepted the water, gulping it down in no time at all.

"It's about my daughter. Do you remember her? She was helping you out at the station during the summer." - She asked. Hopper could see that it's breaking her heart.

Do you mean that sweet little baby girl who's cooking and making laundry at my trail? The beast who makes me fold every piece of my damn clothes? That angel who stays up with me until I'm not too scared to go back to sleep? You mean that sunshine who screams my name and moans so loud that you have to hear it here in Hawkins? He could ask all of these questions, instead, he went...

"Yeah, the annoyin' kiddo who threw up on my Blazer. Hard to forget. What happened to her? Is she alrite?" - He asked seriously, showing some actual concern. He was playing on really thin ice. One dumb joke or wrong word and she knows where you're at and with who you're living.

"She ran away. She was supposed to study in Indianapolis, but she called me and told me that she decided to stay in Hawkins. She's living with someone, but... I'm just concerned, you know, Chief? What if anything happened to her?" - She asked with tears in her eyes. Aiden told her million times that you're alright and doing well and your father told her that you're a damn adult and you can do whatever you want to. If you fell in love and stayed in Hawkins, damn, you had every right to do so. He loved you no matter what. Only your mother was paranoid and scared out of her mind.

"I'm afraid that I can't take any actions against this, ma'am. She's a legal adult, she has the right to live her life the way she finds appropriate." - Hopper said, crossing his arms on his chest. That was right. You were an adult who could actually decide what you're going to do with your life.

"I know, I know... But, Chief, I beg you. If you or your colleagues see her and talk to her, please, tell her to come home. We miss her." - She leaned in to hold his shoulder with honesty and before Hopper could answer something, she stormed out of the office.

Powell, Callahan, and Florence asked about your well being because of course, they did.

"She ran away? Wow." - Callahan answered honestly while Jim leaned his ass into the counter in their office while eating Flo's homemade pie. - "She never seemed to be the type to do so."

"Come on, you shit head, I know you wanted to ask her out. You're just surprised that someone has done it first." - Powell hummed from his crosswords and that caught Jim's attention.

"You were pinning after that kiddo, Callahan?" - He asked rather quietly, showing some actual disgust. Any of the men had a clue that he's pissed because you're his girlfriend, they just figured out he's pissed about Callahan so blatantly speaking up about crush on an actual student.

"She's a really fine woman and I'm a simple man, what can I say, boss? She's smart, damn cute and can bake the best pies in Hawkins. No offense, Flo." - Callahan looked at the old lady who furrowed at him.

"I just hope that she's fine. She was more responsible than the three of you combined." - She told him and focused on another book in her hands, this time a book about gardening. And yes, she was probably right.

"I hope she comes back one day. No matter who that guy is, I bet she would be happier with me." - Callahan said courageously and Hopper grinned at that claim.

As he walked back to his office, he mumbled Keep on dreaming, lover boy, but not quietly enough, so Powell heard him and pretty much chuckled at that. That day, Murray Bauman also took the station by a surprise, storming directly into Hopper's office.

He was talking and talking while Jim just spaced out, his mind stuck on one thing - giving you a nasty call on his personal line to assure himself that men like Callahan won't even get near you. But at one moment, Murray just slapped his desk to bring Hopper back.

"Can you, at least for a moment, stop thinking about sex and pay attention to what I'm saying?" - He asked rather politely, making Hopper rather uncomfortable and unable to speak.

"Excuse me, Murray?" - Hopper asked back unbelievably, staring Murray down.

"I said that no matter what chick's on your mind, you have to let it go for a while. She obviously has some good influence over you, I'm sure she has to be great, but I have some really alarming information for you." - Bauman hissed at Hopper ironically, making him not uncomfortable, but straightaway mad at him. - "I told you I saw a UFO flying by Hawkins middle school earlier this morning!"

"Out of my damn office, now." - Hopper muttered out and massaged his nose. Murray hasn't moved an inch, so Hopper stood up, ready to help him out of that damn chair. - "I said get out of my fuckin' office immediately." - Hopper hissed back and this time, Murray left in no time at all.

Hopper could ignore your mom for the first two Fridays she came to beg him. But when she came the fourth time, he knew that you both need to talk about it already. You had to tell her no matter how much it will change your relationship. He was encouraging himself for almost an hour before he turned right at you while you sang Talking In Your Sleep while cleaning up the dishes.

"Baby, I think we need to talk somethin'." - He mumbled into the back of your neck, gripping one of his shirts you stolen in his hands, pressing his body on yours. It was still fascinating him - you were so small, gentle, lovely and adorable and yet you chose him from all the boys that you could have.

"Something on your mind?" - You whispered back, turning around to sit on the countertop next to the sink, hugging his waist with your knees. - "Do you want me to change the washing powder again?" - You hummed while untucking his shirt so you could unbutton it and kiss his chest. You were one greedy creature and honestly, Hopper couldn't have enough of it.

It made him properly terrified when you got your period for the first time in his presence. You were grumpy, in pain and curled up into a small ball. Hopper did his best to brighten up your mood - he bought you ice-cream and candy, made you his Triple-Decker Eggos Extravaganza just the way he loved it, brew you cups of coffee the whole weekend, but you still seemed to hate him every minute of your period.

Although, when you hadn't got the red alarm going on, you were the most nuzzling and caring creature he has ever seen. And now, you were distracting him with fucking, again. But he let you continue and watch your lips slowly kissing every inch of his chest you could reach.

"It's about your mom." - Jim whispered and caressed your temple as your fingertips slid down to the hem of his jeans.

"What about my mom?" - You hummed back, working on his belt. You never fucked on the countertop. It was an inconvenient place to do so, but you were willing to try everything.

"This needs to end, baby. You have to tell her." - Jim said in a serious tone, pinning your wrists to the wall, leaning in to kiss you properly.

"Of course." - You whispered back when he let you catch your breath. - "I was thinking about next Wednesday, dinner at their place. How does that sound, big guy?" - You moaned when you felt as he spread your legs even wider than before. There was definitely hot fucking on the countertop coming your way.

"Will you tell them about all of this? About us?" - He asked a bit worriedly as you wiggled in your wrists to slide the shirt off his wide shoulders.

"You can correct me if I won't. You're coming with me." - You mumbled when he took off your shirt and smiled as his hands palmed your breasts, playing with the nipples. - "You have to keep her from... Oh my Lord... From killing me."

"Do you think she won't kill us both, huh?" - Hopper hummed back as he leaned in to slowly kiss a trail down your chest.

"Let's hope she won't." - You breathed out before your panties disappeared and Hopper got on his knees.

#jim hopper imagine #jim hopper x reader #james jim hopper #jim hopper #sriracha #there might be the first I love you coming our way #the first I love you by kyle dixon and michael stein #stranger things hopper #stranger things #stranger things netflix

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Shobbs: Shovel Talks- Final Part

And here it is! The final part! Thank you to everyone who has followed the series! I’m bursting with joy by the amount of people who have loved this series! Also, check it out on AO3! Omnivorous_Reader. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Deckard really is the worst at giving Luke the Shovel Talk. But his family isn’t.

Part One: Hattie

Part Two: Owen

Part Three: Magdalene

Epilogue (Or Deckard’s Revenge)

Deckard leaned back in his chair, taking a sip from his champagne glass and enjoyed the music from the nearby band. He let a smile slowly spread across his face as he took in the sights. Not too far away, he could see some of Dominic Toretto’s team talking shop with a few of Luke’s brothers, all of them talking at a mile a minute and gesturing wildly. On the other side of the party, he could see Hattie cornering Ramsey near the drinks table, both looking at each other with small smirks and full body glances. Further away from them was Owen, who was keeping all the children distracted, by jumping around the group and singing a perfect rendition of Beauty and the Beast’s Gaston. And in a far corner, Deckard could see his mother talking with Mr. Nobody and Little Nobody, both seemingly hanging onto every word coming from the matriarcal Shaw.

“And what are you smiling about?”

Deckard looked up from his people watching, and his smile grew soft. Standing in front of him was Luke, who was dressed to the nines, just like everyone else at the party.

“Well, it is my wedding after all. It would be weird if I wasn’t smiling,” Decakrd smirked and took a small sip from his champagne. Luke gave a small laugh, letting his own smile take over his face. And Deckard had to admit, Luke looked amazing like this: wearing a well fitted tux, showing off his figure. Meanwhile, he looked more relaxed than he had in months, the lines around his eyes softening, and his smile was like the sun. Deckard could not be happier about his choice in husbands.

“Well, I’m just glad we haven’t had any major disasters. Yet.” Luke gave a cautious glance around, no doubt expecting something to explode at any moment. Satisfied nothing would be going up in flames any time, Luke took a sit next to Deckard, and laced their hands together. “I was expecting a lot more trouble between our families. And a few of your… friends.”

Deckard let out a snort. Contrary to what Luke thought, Deckard did have friends. Albeatit, they all were thieves, assassins, mercenaries, and any other kind of criminal you could think of. And lucky enough, they were all behaving, although that could be because they all knew not to cross a Shaw. Looking around again, Deckard could see some of them scattered amongst the other guests: a few were swapping stories with Letty, another two were playing a drinking game with Locke and Dinkley, and another trying to swipe something from the gift table.

“They’re mostly harmless with the right amount of blackmail.” Deckard winked.

“Our families or your friends?” Luke asked, narrowing his eyes at Deckard. The smaller man kept his smirk firmly in place. Rolling his eyes, Luke let the subject drop.

The two sat quietly for a few moments, Luke softly rubbing his thumb along the back of Deckard’s hand, both enjoying the wedding reception. They watched as Luke’s mother chased away the thief at the gift table, Jonah try to beat Dom in an arm wrestling match, and Little Nobody running away from Deckard’s mother.

Chuckling, Deckard looked over at Luke and gave his hand a small squeeze. Once Luke turned towards him, Deckard could not help but say, “You know, Twinkletoes, I’m a bit surprised. Usually my family’s a little more aggressive when I get with someone. I didn’t think they would accept you so quickly, at least not without giving some threats.”

Luke froze, and it was obvious he was trying to hide whatever emotion was trying to surface on his face. Deckard’s smile dropped and he squinted his eyes at Luke.

“They threatened you, didn’t they?”

“Honestly, I thought you knew,” Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was still holding onto Deckard’s hand, but refusing to look him in the eye.

“What did they do?” Deckard asked, steel in his tone.

“Uh, Hattie had a knife near places it shouldn’t be. Owen showed me one of his favorite spots to dump bodies. And your mom and I had a small chat-”

Deckard raised an eyebrow.

“- which happened after she kidnapped me, then had one of her henchmen try to strangle me to death,” Luke finished. He finally looked back at Deckard, whose face had gone blank. “Deck?”

“I can’t believe them. I thought they could see that they didn’t need to do that with you,” Deckard said, anger bubbling inside him. “I thought they could see how happy we were.”

“Deck, they do. They just love you too much not to do anything,” Luke said soothingly. Gently, he brought their still connected hands up, and kissed the back of Deckard’s hand. “And I don’t really care that they did. I told them straight up that I’m not going to hurt you. And that I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.”

Rotating their entwined hands, Luke showed off their new wedding rings. Both a black obsidian with gold strands spider-webbing against the dark material. Deckard did not know where Luke had found them, but he had fallen in love with them when Luke had proposed.

“I guess you’re right,” Deckard conceded, squeezing Luke’s hand. Suddenly he gave a small, mischief-filled smile. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t pay them back in kind.”

“What are you going to do?” Luke asked, a matching smirk on his face.

“I’m going to make sure our honeymoon is fully paid for, for one,” Deckard said, and stood up. He leaned over and gave Luke a quick peck before straightening up and fixing the cuffs on his white tux. Taking a quick glance around, he found his targets and headed towards the drink table.

Both Owen and Hattie were leaning against the table, Owen having left the children and joined Hattie when Brian had come out with popsicles for them, and Ramsey having left to settle an argument between Tej and Roman. Perfect, Deckard thought as he made his way over to his siblings.

“I have a question for you two,” Deckard told them once he was stood in front of them.

“Oh? Deck, I thought we went over this, you should have gone with the dress,” Owen said, flashing a cheeky grin.

“I have to agree, you do have the figure for it.” Hattie bumped her shoulder against Owen’s, both of them laughing.

“Very funny,” Deckard said dryly, an unimpressed look on his face. “I was going to ask if either of you had threatened Luke any time he and I were dating.”

Both of the younger Shaws’ eyes went wide before each made to leave in different directions, trying to escape. But, quick as a striking snake, Deckard had both of them by the ear before they could run.

“Seems like I got my answer,” he growled and pinched their ears to make them stop struggling. Twin hisses sounded from the siblings as they stilled in Deckard’s grip, both knowing he would not be letting go until he wanted to. “Mind telling me why?” “With the way you two were acting during the whole Snowflake incident, how was I supposed to know he would be serious?” Hattie justified as she tried to pry Deckard’s hand off her.

“He sent you to prison, Deck! He didn’t scream husband material at the time!” Owen hissed out, clawing at any part of Deckard he could reach before Deckard would jerk on his ear and make him nearly lose his balance.

“I get where both of you were coming from,” Deckard sighed, trying to rein in his anger. “But. If I ever hear you two pull that kind of stunt again, I’ll make sure nobody ever takes you two serious ever again. You-”

He gave a tug on Hattie’s ear.

“- I might not be an agent anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have contacts. I’ll make sure all of your colleagues, from any secret government organization, know about the time you threw up during the finals of a spelling contest. And you-”

He gave an even sharper tug on Owen’s ear.

“- every single criminal, even the scum hiding in alleyways in bumfuck nowhere, will hear all about how you used to wet the bed until you were nine. You’ll never have another crew that respects you.”

By this point, Owen and Hattie were frozen to the spot, looking up at Deckard with wide eyes and jaws dropped.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Hattie said, unbelievingly.

“Try me,” Deckard demanded.

“Bloody hell, you’re serious,” Owen whispered in horror.

“I love both of you, but if either of you try to hurt Luke, neither of you will know a day of peace. I’ll share every stupid and embaressing thing you both did when you were kids, and make it so neither of you can get work anywhere. Understood?”

Both gave shaky nods, not caring that it hurt their already sore ears, only wanting away from their big brother.

“Good. Now go enjoy the rest of the party.” Deckard released them and smirked as they both dashed off, getting as far away from Deckard as they could without leaving Luke’s backyard. Shaking his head, Deckard pulled out his phone and moved on to the next part of his revenge. After a little bit of searching and money transfers, Deckard was on the move again. Heading towards his mother’s table, he could see that it was only Mr. Nobody and his mother.

“Ah, there you are, sweetheart! What did Oh and Hat do this time?” His mother asked, sending him a knowing smile.

“Not important,” Deckard responded and came over to stand next to his mother. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he sent a smile just as knowing as her’s. “I just wanted to come over and say thank you for paying for Luke and I’s honeymoon.”

His smile widened as he saw her eyebrows raise slightly in surprise.

“Why, Mads, that’s so kind of you!” Mr. Nobody said and raised his glass towards her.

“Of course I did. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t make sure my son had a nice honeymoon,” she said, with a trace of smugness and pride in her voice. She looked back at Deckard and pulled him down to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I do hope you two enjoy your trip through Asia.”

Her hand was like steel as she kept Deckard next to her face and whispered:

“Which accounts did you take the money out of?”

“All four of your Swiss bank accounts,” he whispered back, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Shit! You shouldn’t have been able to find the fourth one,” she cursed.

“Next time you threaten my husband, I’ll take every last pence from all your accounts.”

Leveling one last glare at him, she gently gave him a pat on the cheek and let him go. Speaking up, she said: “Too bad your poor Da, couldn’t be here to see you get married.”

“Oh, did he pass away?” Mr. Nobody asked, sending a concerned look between mother and son. Deckard let out an annoyed huff of air.

“Nah, he’s just stuck in a prison in Russia,” Deckard stated, sending his mother a look.

“Oh,” Mr. Nobody said and then looked over at the matriarchal Shaw as well. “So, you’re single then?”

“And that’s my cue,” Deckard said quickly, and speed walked away from the laughter coming from his mother. Walking through the party, Deckard was greeted by several people, but tried to keep the conversations short, telling them the truth: he wanted to get back to his newly wed husband. Jonah laughed and gave him a one armed hug, saying “no problem, Uso!”. While Dinkley had almost physically knocked Deckard down with his drunken antics. And at the last stretch to Luke, the O'Connor children came crashing into his legs and a tired Mia after them.

“All went well?” Luke asked once Deckard made it back.

“Yeah. I don’t think they’ll be bothering you again.” Deckard sat down and took Luke’s hand in his.

“They’re my in-laws, Deck. They’re always going to be bothering me,” Luke said flatly. “But, I have to say, it is a bit satisfying to see them licking their wounds after what you did.”

Searching through the crowd, Deckard could see Ramsey rubbing Hattie’s arm in comfort as Hattie massaged her ear and pouted. On the other side, he could see Tej and Roman on either side of Owen, who was sulking. Deckard could only roll his eyes at his sibling pathetic display.

“We’ll need to keep an eye on all of them, I don’t want anyone to have to explain the birds and the bees today,” Deckard grumbled. Luke gave a small laugh, but nodded in agreement nonetheless.

“Hey!”

Luke and Deckard jerked their attention at Locke, who standing on one of the chairs, swaying precariously. He had a spoon in one hand and a champagne flute in the other.

“This is the only day in my life I can force you two to kiss! So, you bet your sweet, totally hot, asses that I’m going to take full advantage! Now kiss!” Locke screamed at them as several people rushed to shut him up before any of the kids started to repeat what he just said. Before anyone got to him, Locke started to bang his spoon against the glass sharply, causing the sound to even overpower the band.

“Well, I guess he’s right. This is the only day he gets to do that,” Luke laughed. Turning to Deckard, he waggled his eyebrows.

“Fine, but if he tries this again, I’m kicking his arse out,” Deckard huffed, but leaned towards Luke anyway.

Luke brushed his lips against Deckard’s, teasingly. Frustrated, Deckard grabbed the back of Luke’s head, and smashed their mouths together, drawing many cheers and laughs from everyone watching them. Deckard let the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses fade away as he lost himself in Luke.

#shobbs #luke hobbs #deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #magdalene shaw #hobbs and shaw #luke hobbs x deckard shaw #fanfic

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heartcrypt-blog · 4 years

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☕ . ˚ ◝ ( kim jisoo. cisfemale. she/her. ) vanessa yun is a twenty-four year old scorpio. the wedding planner’s go-to order is an almond milk macchiato. they like to listen to rhiannon by fleetwood mac while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are disenchanted but swear they’re totally genuine as well. maybe that’s why empty champagne flutes, bitter smiles and pencil skirts remind me of them.

hey there babyluvs! i’m pleased to be here to write with you all ^-^ i’m honestly so terrible at intros but we’re going to get through this together okay?? i’ll start by giving you a little bit of info on my cynical lil wilted flower over here <3 vanessa was born to a single mom and aspiring broadway performer in downtown buffalo, new york. she loved the city even as a child, and would often tag along with her mom wherever she went. the two were the best of friends, which sometimes came at the expense of her mother being the responsible adult. vanessa was sometimes even more detail-oriented than her mother, which led to her being something of a miniature assistant. after watching some of the plays her mother was in, as well as others, vanessa became obsessed with the idea of love. her mother had a collection of recorded productions, many of them deeply romantic tales. vanessa was hooked on the idealistic belief that love was a perfect, momentous occasion that always included fireworks and whimsical songs and people dancing in the streets. her mother enabled these fantasies of the perfect love story, filling vanessa’s head with the idea that relationships were all about a quick, sudden feeling that you needed to act on immediately rather than an obstacle-filled journey that could be just as painful as it could beautiful. her naivete about the subject led to her becoming a bit of a serial dater in high school. she was on the hunt for a perfect love story, after all. she was convinced that she’d know it no sooner than things got started, so none of her relationships lasted very long. it led to some unsavory rumors about her among some of the students, but she was confident that she knew what she was doing. in her sophomore year, she simply knew she had met the one. he had the most exquisite eyes and heartrending smile; he knew all the right things to say, and he’d brushed off the rumors about her from the very beginning. he kissed her like she was the only person he’d ever care about, and vanessa was swept away in the feeling. it was the breathless kind of romance she’d always yearned for. the two were inseparable for the remainder of high school, and even got engaged before heading off to separate colleges. vanessa’s love of romance and eye for detail led her down the wedding planning path at new york university, while her beau was attending his father’s alma mater in wisconsin. even though they’d mostly be apart for four years, she knew they’d stand the test of time and distance. during her time at nyu, vanessa made a fairly good friend who seemed to share her hopeless romantic nature. the two talked often over coffee, and even had crappy rom com marathons together. meanwhile, her fiance seemed to begin distancing himself from her. he began calling much less often, and even ignoring her own calls. and when she actually could get in touch with him, there always seemed to be voices in the background that he was hell bent on her not hearing. deep down, she knew things were headed for disaster, but her dedication to the man of her dreams kept her hopes up. still though, the friend she’d made in college whom she had so much in common with...she couldn’t deny that feelings were starting to form there. they spent far too much time together and liked each other far too much for there not to be feelings. things nearly came to a head several times between them, but she couldn’t stray. after graduation, it finally came time for the wedding vanessa had spent her entire life planning. she knew going into it that she had feelings for someone else, and that her fiance was likely cheating on her, but she still intended to walk down the aisle, head held high. her stomach full of butterflies, she did so, walking towards the man who had a smarmy grin on his face. a man she knew once, or maybe she never had. maybe she had just been blinded by her obsession with love. either way, as their vows began, vanessa couldn’t shake off a feeling of impropriety. that’s when she heard it; the double doors to the front of the church opening. it was him, her friend from college. “i don’t know if you’ve gotten to the objection part, but i object,” he muttered to the priest, out of breath. once again, vanessa’s heart was made new. it was as if a scene from a movie had played out in her very own life. maybe love didn’t deserve the doubts she’d started to cast on it. after all, the man she really loved had just saved her from making a huge mistake, had he not? the two star-crossed lovers fled the church in a hurry, fingers intertwined, dodging pedestrians on the sidewalk as they laughed together. it was perfect; everything she had ever wanted. this type of love could never come with a hefty price tag...could it? the first few months were like a honeymoon at sunset that simply wouldn’t end. champagne on a hotel balcony, making love in the back seat, revealing secrets in shy whispers. it filled vanessa’s head with dreams and sanguine thoughts, even though she’d been burned once before. she found work with an event planning agency, filling her days with wedding details, consultations, cake tastings and dress fittings. even though her own wedding hadn’t exactly gone off without a hitch, she still adored the festivities and loved the thought of giving other people their perfect day. and when she got home at the end of the day, she’d get to spend time with the love of her life. things were going absolutely amazing. he couldn’t have been more supportive of her career, always encouraging her to go out with her coworkers more to improve relations, or work longer hours in order to gain her boss’ respect. she was so appreciative, she was determined to repay him. knocking off early for lunch one day, she prepared him a romantic picnic. certainly something she stole from a movie, but she knew he’d enjoy it nonetheless. they were both corny like that. she arrived home at noon, picnic basket adorned with fresh flowers in hand, ready to surprise him. she was the one who got the big surprise however, as after she covertly unlocked the door, she was met with the sight of an unknown female getting very familiar with the man she’d credited with healing her heart after her fiance’s betrayal. the woman’s fingertips were on the bare chest that vanessa herself had touched lovingly just the night before. she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t cry, she couldn’t even breathe; anger was too busy sweeping its way through her blood. even as he hurled excuse after excuse at her, trying to make himself seem blameless, vanessa’s eyes burned red. she was devastated, she was filled with utter rage, and she simply didn’t know what to do. the raw pain of yet another failed relationship that she’d staked everything on was almost too much to bear. love wasn’t a beautiful miracle; it was an ugly, manipulative trap made for certain people to get what they wanted and for everyone else to be left ravaged by it. a bitterness grew in her like twisting vines, and the longer she stayed in new york, the more she felt suffocated by them. her aimlessness carried her to california, as it was a great breadth away from her problems, and that was exactly where she wanted to be. she still works as a wedding planner, albeit one with a much more matter-of-fact and uninspired take on things. the happiness surrounding them almost makes her sick now, but it pays the bills, and it’s the only trade she really studied for. she looks at love much differently; she almost pities the people who experience it. her jaded outlook has driven her clientele down considerably, but vanessa simply can’t bring herself to feel the hope that she once did. she does’t really want to accept that her own attitude towards love in the first place is what got her into trouble. her trying to idealize every facet of romance made her unable to deal with the slightest disappointment. as afraid of love as she is, she’s even more afraid of confronting herself. wanted connections; best friend - the one person who can be real with vanessa and call her a dumb bitch when she needs to hear it (which is often). they know her an uncomfortable amount and can call her out when need be. still they both luff each other and hang out pretty much all the time. no strings - while vanessa may hate love now, that doesn’t mean she hates instant gratification. this little connection *chef’s kiss* is really gonna test her on the whole ‘how about you don’t fall for someone just bcuz they’re attractive and nice to you for five minutes??’ thing. lots of sarcastic banter, flirting in the form of constantly roasting each other and drunk 3am booty calls. what’s not to love like? therapy friend - at the behest of her best friend connection, vanessa has started tentatively attending therapy sessions. she doesn’t go that frequently, as she’s not all that comfortable with it yet, but she has at least made a friend there. this is basically someone else who has sessions at the same therapist, and they just started conversing in the waiting room, eventually striking up a friendship. maybe they even have coffee at a certain place sometimes?? leftover buddy - this is the person who is always calling dibs on vanessa’s catering leftovers from weddings. she brings them by whenever she can in some cute lil decorative containers, and the two get a chance to catch up when she does! employee of the month - i’d love for vanessa to have a favorite deja brew employee! just that one person who always makes her order just right and always greets her with a smile and a friendly hello in the way she needs, especially in the morning, since she’s such a bitter grouch. this alsdkfjgh isn’t much, but i’d also love to take on some of the plots you guys have available! we can also brainstorm something from scratch of course ^^ feel free to like my shmatus and i’ll come see what’s up in your ims!

#° ｡ * ♡ 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔.#hqbrew:intro

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Bad Boy’s Crush

Pairing: Bad Boy! Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker by day was the school’s Bad Boy and by night he was Spider-Man. (Y/N) (Y/LN) was not really anybody in the school; she has her fair share of friends, but she was not even close to being as known as Peter and his gang.

Word Count: 1 754

A/N: I am writing this imagines for @sunlightom 4k Writing Challenge. You deserve every single follow!

(Y/N) sat under the shade of the tree in front of Midtown High school doodling in her notebook. She was absolutely oblivious to the fact that Peter Parker, the school bad boy, sat watching her. He had decided that he was going to go outside during his spare period and take some photos. He raises the camera up to his eye and snaps a few shots of the beautiful girl. The school bell rings signalling the beginning of lunch, so they both separately made their way to the lunch room. As Peter made his way through the hallways, the noises died down and people move out of the way while he passes by. It was known in these halls that if anyone annoys or is rude to Peter or any of his friends; they would be in big trouble. They both sat at different tables unaware of what the future holds for the both of them. (Y/N) was eating with her friends at their usual table not paying any attention to them. Her attention was on Peter who sat with his friends; she had always been observant of her environment. Even though everyone thought Peter has changed completely, she could still see the Peter she had met during their freshman year.

She could see that he still cares about Star Wars and Physics. She knew on the inside that he was the same and that the only thing that has changed was his physical appearance. “(Y/N), hello, what are you looking at?” Maria asks whilst waving her hand in front of her friends face. (Y/N) turns her attention back towards her friends, “Nothing. I was just deep in thought.” Her friends stare at her strangely and go back to their previous conversation. Meanwhile, Peter sat at his own table eating his lunch. He felt someone staring at him and looks around the room. His eyes land on (Y/N). He just caught her staring, but she turned her attention over to her friends without her noticing he was staring at her. Ever since he was little, Peter has had a crush on her and never told her. She’s smart, nice, and beautiful.

He remembered the first time he saw her when they were both six years old. Her family was moving into the apartment beside his. Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and he went over to say hello and he still remembers the shy little girl hiding behind her mother’s legs. Little Peter thought that she was the most beautiful girl he ever saw. Aunt May liked to hang out with (Y/N)’s mom, so that meant that they spent a lot of time in each other’s apartment. However, that did not mean they became friends because they were both shy and Peter always got nervous around her. Even though they weren’t friends it did not mean they didn’t notice things about each other. For example, Peter noticed that (Y/N), even at the age of six, brought a small stuffed bunny everywhere she went. He also noticed that she always liked to have her hair in two French braids always with the same rainbow hair tie. She noticed that he liked to sing the first twenty elements of the periodic table whilst he coloured. After (Y/N) changed schools, Peter didn’t see her as often until they went to the same high school

He always felt that she could see past his physical change and see that he was truly the same inside. When he became Spider-Man, he got stronger and started working out at the gym. Everyone at school saw the change and for some reason, they saw him differently. They made them out to be a bad guy, so he acted like they wanted him to. The first rebellious act he did was stand up to Flash. After that, he got into fights with anyone who would bully somebody weaker, especially if the victim is someone he is close to. “Staring at (Y/N) again? You know it’s getting creepy. Just ask her out and get it over with,” Ned teases. “I can’t just ask her out. You know that what I do can be dangerous and by dating her I am putting a big target on her head,” Peter reasons. Ned shakes his head, “You can protect her if you are dating and you know that. So why don’t you just ask her?” Peter didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he got up and walked away from the table.

He wasn’t very hungry and decided that he would get to Spanish class early. He sat in the back in the class like he has always been doing since everyone has been calling him the School’s Bad Boy. He was there for about 20 minutes by himself until the bell rang and the class started to fill in. He looks in time to see (Y/N) walking into the room. She sits at the front of the class as usual. The teacher walks in and class goes as normal. Near the end of class, the teacher announces that they had a group project; they had to write a Spanish story and have some sort of visual. The teacher allowed the students to pick their partners. Peter leans back in his chair waiting to be left with whoever couldn’t find a partner because that’s what normally happened. So when (Y/N) walks over to him, he is very surprised. “Hey, Peter, do you maybe want to work on the project together?” Peter had to admit that he found her shy nature very cute. “Yeah, sure,” Peter could not hold his threatening tone with her. “I’ll come over tonight so we can start working on it,” she tells him. Before he could argue the bell rang and she rushes off to her next class.

Peter went out for patrol after school let out and he had completely forgotten that (Y/N) was meant to come over to work on their project. He didn’t feel like changing in the alley today, so instead, he put his regular clothes on top of the suit and decided to finish getting dress in his room. He takes off his clothes and was about to take off the suit when the door opens. (Y/N) barges into the room with an over the shoulder bag, but when she sees him the suit she pauses. “So that explains why you bulked up,” she says not at all fazed by what she saw. “Please don’t tell anyone. I need it to be a secret,” Peter begs. She looks at him in a weird way, “Why would I tell anyone? If you have kept it a secret for two years, I am guessing you don’t want anyone to know. I am not the type of person to go telling other people’s secret to get popular. What I want to know though us why you decided to become the school’s bad boy if you want to keep it a secret?” “Because everyone thought since I got stronger that I was going to take revenge and become the school’s bad boy, so I just went with it,” he explains. She didn’t question him anymore and they got to work on their project.

Over the last few weeks at school, Peter felt that he need to bring (Y/N) some tea and a muffin every morning. He stood by her locker waiting for her. People walking by looked at him funny not used to seeing him in this part of the halls. (Y/N) walks over and gives him a skeptical as to why he was there. “If you are worried that I am going to tell, I am not so you don’t have to bribe me.” She has been telling him that ever since he started bringing her the food. He gives her an innocent smile and moves out of the way, “I am not trying to bribe you. I just thought you could use them.” (Y/N) just shakes her hand and get her books out, then makes her way to class without another word. Peter notices that she was acting different and he didn’t know why. When school let out, (Y/N) made her way out of school ready to walk home, but was stopped by Peter. “Do you want a ride?” he questions. Ned was able to convince Peter at lunch to ask (Y/N) on a date since know Peter had nothing to hide. They were able to get to know each other over the last few weeks, especially because of their project. Turns out the only reasons why Peter didn’t want to ask her out on a date was because he didn’t want to keep a secret from her.

“There is no way I am getting on that death trap,” she argues. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Peter says smugly. (Y/N) looks over to him and they had a three-second stare down in which she loses. She sighs in annoyance and puts on the helmet. She gets on after Pater and holds on to him tightly. They zoom through the streets of New York on the back of the motorcycle until they get to their destination. Peter walks (Y/N) to her door. Before she enters he stops her and turn her towards him. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something. Ever since we were six I have had a huge crush on her. I always thought you are smart, nice, beautiful and so much more. I admired you from afar and never had the courage to ask you out. I also didn’t want to after I became Spider-Man because I didn’t know if I could protect you and I did not want to keep a secret from you. But know that you know that I am Spider-Man, I also want you to know that I am madly in love with you. So would you like to go on a date with me?” There was a moment of silence in which Peter stood there in fear that she was going to reject him, but when she smashes her kips against his. He relaxes and wraps his arms around her waist. He kisses her back and they keep kissing till the front door of (Y/N)’s apartment opens. “Eww, mommy, Peter is giving (Y/N) cooties!” Henry, her little brother, yells. Peter and (Y/N) pull apart and laugh at the young boy. (Y/N) presses her forehead against his and whispers, “I love you too and I would love to go on a date with you.”

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Miss Jacki’s Top 30 Favorite Episodes

First Blood 12x09

This episode was so much fun, especially after such a lame mid season finale (LOTUS) it helped me believe that Sam and Dean dont need to be hunting monsters for the story to be interestiing. I very much enjoyed this episode, though it wasnt without flaw... Ill get to those in a bit.

So we had left for the winter hiatus with Sam and Dean carted off to prison for “attempting to assassinate the POTUS. Which wasnt actually the case, Im sure you all know. But this wasnt just prison, this was Super Secret Federal Isolation Prison *GASP*

They didnt wait long to start the excitement. Sam and Dean both being spoken to seperately but being told all the same things. We get absolutely no reaction or eye contact or a single word from either of them, until the Fed dude tells Sam “But you know what works every time? Nothing” And Sam looks up. Right away we know a cord was struck. And Sam flinches as the metal door shuts, knowing he is completely alone... no Dean... nothing.

We get a musical montage with the boys getting their meals. Dean is rather impressed, Sam is thouroughly grossed out. We see the boys pacing, sitting, laying, Dean starts carvin hashes in the wall to count the days.

Mary and Cas have a fight which sounded a lot like a parental fight. One blaming the other for the problem happening, then the other trumps them with “you were out” I actually started kinda shippijng Marstiel with that scene hehe

Back in the lock up, we see Dean shaving mmmmm Sam doing sit ups mmmmmmm (thank you show, thank you) maybe throw in some push ups... yeah there we go :) Meanwhile, Cas tries to get help from Crowley, who probably summed the boys up better than anyone else has on this show “Sam and Dean are like herpes, just when you think theyre gona HELLO the boys are back! Leaving a trail of bodies in their wake..... so whoever has Sam and Dean, to quote the great Laurence Tureaud’I pitty da fool!” “ LOL how great is that? Back in prison though... the soldier shouts “Chow time!” again at Sam’s cell and Sam is laying in bed not ,moving. Dude goes in... uh oh HES DEAD!! Uhoh SO IS DEAN!!! Thats not... natural? And I have to say, Sam and Dean laying motionless on autopsy tables was SUPER creepy and a very good dramatic touch. We knew they werent dead forever , so its all good.. but it still bad touched me all over :\ So as expected, the boys wake up. WTF happened? they did SOMETHING, but we dont know what yet. But now the boys are on the run and let me just say how hot they looked in prison jumpsuits... amirite? We get a whole Rambo thing going on now, which was just so fun watching Sam and Dean run through the woods and hide behind trees I LOVED Deans line “See we’re not trapped out here with you, you’re trapped out here with us” [Sam snaps the magazine in the gun] YEP! My boys are badass! Now, Sam and Dean are the good guys, theyre bad sometimes, but ultimately, theyre good. They dont kill these guys, theyre soldiers, theyre doing what theyre told. They even leave them a first aid kit and Sam assures the soldier “Youll live” As we know, Sam is a man of few words. Long speeches arent very common for him. Ive always liked how well Jared/Sam conveys a message by a short line or a single word. The one Fed is caught in a bear trap. the other has a gun on Dean. Fed 1 says “SHOOT HIM!!” and Sam just follows through with “(gun cocking) “Dont”.. LOVED that. How many words did he actually speak in a single word? Like a few dozen at least!! And the kicker “Who are you?” “We’re the guys that save the world” and my boys put on the winsynch swagger and walk off. They ,meet up with Mom and Cas and the Brits. We still dont know yet how they got dead and alive, and I had almost forgotten that they needed to “talk about it” but now the car stops and Billie is there waiting for them. The big reveal, they made a deal, they get out of prison, in exchange for one winchester dying. Who would it have been? Im sure they never determined it, Im sure it would have been fought out “Im gonna go” “no Im gonna go you stay” “No Im gonna go YOU stay” till they die of old age. But Mom volunteers, but before she kills herself, Cas kills Billie. Now, Im not the biggest fan of Cas, but I really did appreciate his speech here. I even believed his emotions. “This world, this sad doomed little world, it needs you, it needs every last Winchester it can get and Im not gonna let you die, I wont let any of you die... you mean too much to me... to everything. So you made a deal, you made a stupid deal, and I broke it.... youre welcome” Honestly, I got vaklempt, its something Id like to say every time they make a stupid deal. But as promised, I have a few problems with this episode. They didnt need to die, if Sam would have just laid there and played dead, the soldier would come in, and he could knock him out, let Dean out and run. (but,.. guess we need the drama). Also I liked the 2 main Fed guys, they were good actors, and fun, they had a great good cop/ bad cop vibe, they should have kept them around a while. Always 2 steps behind the brothers... keep things interesting in that side of life. And my biggest problem was Dean saying about prison “Ive been to Hell... this was worse” because no Dean it wasnt. If they had at least made their living conditions bad, but they didnt. The boys stayed clean and their clothes clean, their cell clean, they got to shave, and work out... this wasnt anywheres near as bad as any glimpse from either of their Hell tours were so that was a stupid thing to say. Some have said “well they didnt have each other so that was BAD” and I say “they didnt have each other in Hell either, AND they were TORTURED... so there :P Overall though, this was a very good episode. I think they show should take them out of the supernatural world once in a while and explore their skills in other situations, like survival skills being lost in the wilderness or something. This episode proved to me, monsters are not a requirement for a good story.

#my top 30 favs #9 #first blood #go ahead watch again

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Anomalies: Chapter Twelve

Summary: Anomalies is about different reactions to grief and how four brothers each respond to the death of their mother. The oldest brother, Roman, gets custody of the twins, Patton and Virgil, and the youngest brother, Logan, after their mother’s death. Virgil is also trying to navigate through a multitude of anxiety disorders, including OCD and trichotillomania, with the help of his brothers and his therapist, Dr. Picani. But meanwhile, Roman isn’t sure he can handle the responsibility of taking care of his brothers, Logan doesn’t process loss in a way most people can understand, and Patton isn’t nearly as okay as he seems…

Warnings: Death of a parent, grief, talk of self-harm and panic attacks, mention of a suicide attempt of a family member, overworking, stress, neglect of self-care, keeping secrets, coping mechanisms, insecurities. For a list of the content warnings for the whole story as well as more information, please see this post. Please heed the warnings and stay safe.

Word Count: 3,191

Notes: Roman’s chapter! This basically takes you through what Roman has been doing and feeling since his mother’s death. The chapter also really focuses on the Logince relationship. Hope you enjoy! <3 ~Martin

Masterpost to All Chapters

Roman couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a full night's sleep.

It had to have been before their mother's death. Between making phone calls, doing paperwork, and comforting his little brothers, the week between the death and the funeral held no sleep at all for him. And the night after the funeral, he had slept for a few hours in Logan's bed but had then gotten up to check on Patton, who had fallen asleep on the floor. He had picked him up and put him in bed, noticing the tear tracks on the poor kid's face.

And after that, if he wasn't working or driving the kids around or studying for tests, he was writing. The novel flowed from his mind to his hands, through his pen and onto the pages of his many fancy notebooks faster than he had ever written before. He poured his heart and soul into this book, venting his grief and frustrations and fears onto the Prince of a faraway kingdom whose mother, the Queen, died and left him in charge of a kingdom that he wasn't prepared to rule. That he had never wanted to rule. The Prince had to navigate politics and trade and laws, as well as his own grief and that of his siblings. There were sicknesses in the kingdom and dragons attacking, and the Prince didn't know what to do.

Roman didn't, either. All he could do was stay afloat for another day, another week, month, and soon it would get easier. Right? It had to. He couldn't continue like this much longer.

He spent every night hunched over his notebook until he was close to passing out from exhaustion, and then he would hide the notebook in the secret drawer in his desk. That way, nobody would find it. When each notebook was filled, he would type it out and add it to the document he kept on his computer. It was getting close to 50,000 words. Not the longest thing he had written, but it was going to be eventually. He had plans.

Of course, he never planned on publishing it. There was no way he could do that, even though he knew it was the best thing he had ever created. If he published it, his brothers would see it. They would read it, and they would realize how Roman did things so wrong. He was making light of the situation, making it into a fantasy. They would know that he couldn't handle it if it was real all the time, and they would hate him. He knew they would.

But without being able to continue with theater right now, he did need something, some fantasy world to lose himself inside of. If he didn't, he would go absolutely crazy. He knew that too well. And he had to keep himself sane however he could. His brothers needed him.

He had just barely begun to think that maybe it was starting to get easier, that the reprieve he so desperately needed was upon him. The routine was becoming less impossible to follow. His frantic writing slowed down just slightly, and he started to get about 5 or 6 hours of sleep every night. And then Patton had done that.

Trying to drown oneself belonged in Shakespeare plays and the biographies of old poets, not in Roman’s goddamned family.

The couple of minutes between when he had received the call from Virgil and when he had been told that Patton was alive were the worst minutes of his life. And that included being at the hospital to hear the heart monitor flatline and having to go back out of the room to where Patton and Logan were waiting, terrified, catching Patton as he fell to the ground screaming before Roman had even said anything. The look on his face must have been enough. And calling Virgil, having to tell him what had happened…

Roman had made the decision to tell him immediately. It wasn't fair, he thought, to tell him to come to the hospital and not tell him why. He would know, but he wouldn't know. And the fact that Virgil had immediately begun to demand to know what happened, Roman, tell me, just tell me made Roman know he had made the right choice. Even if it had wrenched his heart right out of his chest to hear Virgil sobbing over the phone in a public place with nobody to help him.

But thinking that Patton might have killed himself was worse. So much worse.

After it had become clear that Patton wasn't going to die, and the appointment had been made with Dr. Picani, Roman had left Virgil and Patton curled up in his bed with Logan watching over them. He had collapsed onto the couch, buried his face in a pillow, and screamed. When he had screamed himself hoarse, not letting a single sound escape from the cushion he used to muffle his voice, he had burst into tears. I almost lost him, he thought, and he couldn't stop crying. I failed you, Mom. And I failed Patton.

He needed his notebook. He needed to write, to do something to relieve the pain and pressure inside of him. Is this what Patton felt when he cut? But he didn't have a story to write to make it go away, so he had to cut himself to let it out. He needed his notebook.

“Roman?”

Roman flinched and tossed the pillow away, wiping his eyes quickly. “What's wrong, Lo, are they okay? What's--" He broke off.

Logan was holding out the leather bound notebook that Roman was sure had been put away safely in his drawer. “Nothing is wrong. They're both sound asleep, I made sure. I thought you might need this.”

“Where did you even...how…” Roman stood up and snatched his book away from his little brother, looking at him suspiciously. “You didn't read it, did you?”

“Of course not. But I'd like to.” Logan was unphased by Roman’s glare. “I know you've been writing again, ever since she died. I know how you get when you’re working on a project, and all the signs were there. Is it a novel or a play, or just poetry?”

“...novel,” Roman muttered. “How did you even know where to find this?”

“Roman, I helped you put that desk together. It's not a secret drawer if you already know it's there,” Logan informed him. “So, can I read it?”

“It's not finished yet.” Why didn't I just say no? Roman wondered despondently.

“I know. I'm a very good editor.”

Roman raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is that it? You just want more of an excuse to criticize my grammar?”

“I don't need an excuse. But no, I just want to read it. I'm curious about what you're writing, what it is that could help you at a time like this.”

“What?”

“Well,” Logan said, “you write when you are upset. You turn the pain of reality into artwork. That's fascinating. And I like your writing. I think it's clever.”

High praise from the clever one. “Thank you, I suppose.”

“Can I read it?” Logan pressed.

“It's not something I'm sure I want to share,” Roman said.

“I won't tell Virgil or Patton anything, I promise.”

“I don't know if I'm comfortable sharing it with you, either,” Roman clarified.

“Why not?”

“Because…” Roman searched for an answer that Logan would accept. “Just because.” Well, that's not gonna go over well.

“Hm. Try again,” Logan said.

He sounds like Mom, Roman realized, and almost snorted. “You won’t like reading it.”

“Why not?” Logan asked again.

Roman groaned. “Because it’s stupid, Logan. It’s a dumb book and I haven’t edited it at all and it’s...it’s just been the only thing keeping me sane, so quality isn’t really what I’m going for. You understand?”

“Like I said, I’m a great editor.”

Maybe...no. No. “No, Logan. I’m sorry, I’m not ready to share it yet. Or ever, probably. Thanks for bringing me the notebook, now go back to my room. I don’t want them left alone,” Roman said. “And I have to call my boss.”

“Fine,” Logan said resignedly. He handed Roman a pen. “Tell me if you change your mind.” He turned and went back down the hallway to the bedroom where Virgil and Patton slept.

Roman looked down at the notebook and pen in his hands. He was itching to spill more words out onto the paper, but he really did have to call his boss. So he did, and he explained to her that there had been an emergency at home and he might have to rearrange his schedule. To his relief, she had been very understanding.

After he had hung up, he opened the notebook and turned to the page where the ribbon bookmark lay. The left-hand page was covered with his neat, scrawling handwriting that switched seamlessly between print and cursive every few sentences depending on how fast he had been writing. And the right-hand page was blank. The grey lines invited him to un-cap the pen and to press the tip to the page. He began to write.

On Monday night, when Patton had moved to Virgil’s room, Roman found himself alternating between sitting at his desk writing feverishly and, about once an hour, rushing to where the twins slept to check on them. Each time, he feared that Patton would be gone. But he always found both of them in the same spot, fast asleep with Virgil’s arms tucked protectively around his twin. Although he knew he was being paranoid, Roman would put his hand on Patton’s chest carefully to make sure he was still breathing.

He would go check on Logan afterwards. The youngest had fallen asleep with a textbook on his pillow and his head resting next to it. He held it like it was a stuffed animal, and Roman covered his mouth, snickering quietly. The kid was such a nerd. Roman loved him so much.

And then he would go back to his room and write for another hour, then spring to his feet and head back down the hallway to Virgil’s room. This continued until almost 4 a.m. when he finally sank down onto his bed and turned his light off.

He did the same thing every night that week. On Thursday night, after they had a small and pretty pathetic Thanksgiving meal of pizza and Sprite (only the Sprite for Virgil, who was still worried that his stomach wouldn’t be able to handle much more), Roman filled the notebook. He opened up his laptop and began to type. He changed a few words here and there but mostly, it was exactly what he had written in the notebooks. The hours ticked by and he checked on the twins a few times. They seemed fine, and Virgil hadn’t gotten sick again.

It was after 3 a.m. when there was a tiny knock at his door. Roman leapt from his chair and opened it, worried that it would be Virgil feeling ill again. But it was just Logan. “What’s up, Lo?” Roman whispered, not wanting to wake the twins across the hall.

“Can I come sit in here?” Logan asked.

“Of course.” Roman let him come into the room and watched him sit down on the bed. “Why are you awake?” he asked, closing the door quietly.

“Why are you awake?” Logan shot back.

“Fair enough.” Roman sat down in his desk chair and rubbed his eyes. “I’ve been writing.”

“Every night until about 3:45, I know.”

Roman narrowed his eyes. “And how do you know that?” he asked.

Logan sighed. “‘Cause 3:30 is the last time you come and check on me. You can stop doing that, by the way, I’m not going anywhere.”

Roman sputtered, “Wh--you--I didn’t mean to wake you up!”

“Oh, I’m almost never asleep when you come in.”

“You, uh, do a pretty great job at pretending,” Roman stated, taken aback.

Nodding, Logan said, “I know. I turn my lights off when I hear you go into Virgil’s room and regulate my breathing.”

“...Why?” Roman demanded. “Why would you pretend to be asleep? And why aren’t you asleep, for that matter?”

“I pretended because I didn’t want to worry you, and I’m not asleep because I’d rather be reading. Is that sufficient explanation?” Logan asked.

“Uh-uh, specs, you don’t get to do that. You're thirteen, you need sleep!” scolded Roman.

“And you’re only twenty-one,” Logan countered. “You still effectively need as much sleep as a teenager because your brain still hasn’t fully developed its frontal lobe yet.” He crossed his arms, his face saying I could do this all night.

Frustrated, Roman threw one of his hands up into the air. “Fine! Both of us should be asleep. And we aren’t. So where does that leave us?”

Logan glanced around. “...In your room?”

“Not what I--oh, dear.” Roman frowned suddenly. “Wait, why are you in my room? You wanted to come sit in here, is everything alright?”

“Um…”

The hesitation was enough. Roman left his chair and sat down on the bed next to his little brother. “What’s up?” he asked gently.

Logan sighed, and it was too old of a sound to be coming from a teenager who wasn’t quite 14 yet. “I have to tell you something.”

Heart beating faster, Roman was imagining all of the possible things Logan would need to tell him. “Okay,” he said. “Hit me with it, Lo.”

“I haven’t just been at the library.”

WHAT--

“What?” Roman said calmly.

“When I said I was going to the library, I wasn’t always at the library,” Logan restated.

“Then...where have you been?” asked Roman.

Logan took a deep breath. “I’ve been taking classes at the community college.”

“Oh,” Roman said. He’s been doing what now????? AND HE LIED TO ME ABOUT WHERE HE WAS, THAT IS SO NOT SAFE-- “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I am telling you.”

“Okay, how long has this been going on? And how did you get there?” Roman demanded. “What classes are you taking? How are you paying for them? And how the hell do you have time to do all the work for college classes as well as high school classes? You’re already a freshman with three honors and one AP class, don’t you understand how much of a workload that is?”

“Slow down,” Logan pleaded. “Okay--I’ve been taking classes since August. I take the bus from the library to the college. And Mom paid for them.”

“She…” Roman couldn’t breathe for a second. “Mom knew?” he choked out.

“She encouraged me to take them,” Logan mumbled. “I’m taking astronomy and organic chemistry. She saw the course listings online and suggested them when I told her that the high school classes were boring.”

“So she…” Roman was having a hard time speaking through the sudden lump in his throat. His eyes were misting over. “She wanted you to do this?”

“Uh-huh,” Logan said, nodding. “And I was...I was going to drop out, after she died, because I thought...I thought I might not be able to handle it.” That was clearly difficult for him to admit.

“But you didn’t,” Roman murmured.

“No, I didn’t. Actually, it’s been…” Logan hesitated. “It’s helped. I’m working towards something, and I don’t have time to just stay sad. I think it’s been good for me.”

“Okay, well…I’m so glad that you know yourself well enough to know that. But Logan, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” wondered Roman. “You could have, really. Even before Mom died, you could have told me. Do Virgil and Patton know?”

“No, they don’t know anything about it. It was Mom and my secret.” Logan glanced away.

Roman understood. Having something that was only between him and their mother must have been a lifeline for Logan to cling to. And as he realized that, Roman was confused. “So why tell me now?”

“I’ve wanted to tell you since Mom died,” Logan confessed. “And I know I should have. But I wasn't ready, not yet. I was going to before the semester was over, I promise. But the reason I’m telling you now is because there’s an astronomy overnight next week and obviously, I couldn’t go without you knowing. Even if I snuck out, you’d know, because you insist on checking on me every single hour.”

“Okay, the fact that you had even considered sneaking out as a valid enough option to know the problems with it worries me,” admonished Roman. “But I’ll let that slide this once. Yeah, alright. What day is this overnight, and where is it? Also I’m still debating whether or not I even want you leaving my sight.”

“It’s from Tuesday to Wednesday, on campus. There’s a small observatory in the eastern wing. And why are you worrying about me?” Logan asked. “I haven’t hurt myself and I don’t pass out from panic attacks.”

“No, but you’re thirteen,” emphasized Roman. “And you’re my baby brother. I’m allowed to worry about you. Fine. I’m driving you, though. And you’re giving me your class schedule.”

“Are you going to tell Patton and Virgil?” Logan asked, a note of apprehension in his voice.

Roman pretended to consider it. “If you don’t tell them about my novel, I won’t tell them about your classes. Deal?”

“I’ll let you drive me if you let me read the book,” Logan counter-offered.

“And you have to tell me about your classes at least once a week. And I’m not talking about ‘how was school’, ‘it was fine’, I mean actually tell me. I want the details on what the professors wear and exactly how dumb the kid who sits in front of you is.”

“Nobody sits in front of me. I always sit in the front row, Roman, you know that,” Logan said, confused.

“Do we have a deal?”

“You’re letting me read the book?”

“If you agree to the terms.”

Logan nodded and held out his hand. “I agree to the terms.”

“Done.” Roman shook his head quickly. “Addendum: you also have to sleep at least seven hours a night.”

“Back at you.”

“Fine.”

“Addendum accepted,” Logan said.

Roman grinned and wrapped his arms around Logan, who squirmed. “Starting now. And you’re staying here, ‘cause otherwise I can’t trust that you won’t just be reading under your covers with a flashlight.”

“I haven’t tried that since I was ten,” Logan muttered.

Ruffling his little brother’s hair and giggling at the resulting offended squawk, Roman added, “Go turn the lights off, and close my computer for me. We’ll have to sleep until ten tomorrow to meet the seven hour minimum.”

Logan flicked off the lightswitch and powered down the laptop before coming back to the bed and curling up on his side underneath the sheet. He pushed the comforter towards Roman, who gladly accepted the extra blanket. “That doesn’t sound disagreeable,” Logan mumbled.

Closing his eyes, Roman answered, “No, it doesn’t, does it? Night, Lo.”

“Goodnight, Roman.”

They’re adorable, I love them so much. Okay ahhhhh, hope you enjoyed! Make sure you’re taking care of yourselves, writing is a perfectly valid and healthy way to cope with your emotions even if Roman is struggling to understand that, and try to get at least 7 hours of sleep every night. Alrighty that’s all I have to say, I love you!

Oh, and if you want more stories by me, check out my new multichapter fic A Snake in the Grass, it’s like, good and stuff. Thank you! <3 ~Martin

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Anniversary Month - A Himmmm Blind Item

If you’re familiar with the CDAN blog, then you’ll know that Enty isn’t the only one who posts there. There’s also a guy who goes by the alias Himmmm who is an industry insider. This person doesn’t just write short blind item’s, but long articles exposing people. Some think it’s an actor. Some even thought that it was Robert Downey Jr, who denied it. He recently wrote another post and Emma was mentioned in it.

This is a tough one to write, simply for the challenge of not giving it away and damaging anything before it happens. It's amazing it has been kept this quiet for so long, but I'm sure it'll leak out after the Oscars. Anything this big is bound to. Like the old saying goes: "If you want to keep a secret between three people in Hollywood – two of them better be dead". No, there's no murders or deaths surrounding this film, yet. But the story it is based on sure had plenty. What I'm talking about is a movie. A big movie that will be one of those rarities that is both Oscar lure and box office success. A+ list all the way, big budgets, big talent, and every A+ list actress/actor in the industry wanting to be a part of it. The secrecy around it is unlike anything in history. They're not even using a fake name as cover, it's totally off-book. Right now, they have more attorneys involved in this project than filmmakers, crew, or elements. Maybe the first time in history a Hollywood studio has employed publicists to PREVENT people from knowing about it. They even hired social media ninjas to comb the internet to shoot down and remove mentions of it. I even wonder if it'll stay long on CDAN. I've not seen this much secrecy on a film since Jurassic Park. Even Avengers, or Star Wars Force Awakens wasn't this paranoid. So why all the fuss?

It's a porno. Yep. Uh-huh. A porno. Okay, to be fair – it's about a porno star, not an actual porno. So if you're thinking Boogie Nights or those Deep Throat – Linda Lovelace films, you're asking: So what? What's the big deal? They even have The Deuce on HBO. Why so secretive? Because comparing this film project to those is like comparing Plan 9 From Outer Space or Lost In Space to the entire Star Wars saga or Avatar. Point is that this project is so huge and prestigious that it makes the others look like a "Skin-emax" soft core indie film. Mostly though, it is because in the current social/scandal climate surrounding Hollywood these days they put the lock-down on this project for good reason. They don't want leaks leading to people accusing the filmmakers of being tone-deaf insensitive; and they also absolutely do not want to get flooded by every perv in Hollywood trying to get a part or be part of it. A single casting couch rumor on this project would torpedo it. So they've gone to insane lengths to protect it. Not long ago, this (disgraced A list director/Brett Ratner) was set to do a big-budget adult-themed project (about a permanent A list celebrity/Hefner Film) that got torpedoed over his abuse accusations. When a studio already has tens of millions sunk in a project, they cannot let that happen. Especially in high-dollar ironclad play-or-pay deals (not to be confused with pay-for-play, tit-for-tat, barter, couching, or land yachting). It's like this: This movie is about one very specific female actress who was known mainly in the 1980s era of porn. It is a biopic in that sense. But her fame was such in her time that she crossed over to more mainstream top-shelf publications, and even television interviews. Possibly the most beautiful all-American girl next door to ever have a hardcore career. If you're thinking it is (former underage porn star/Traci Lords) you would be wrong. But she's a featured character in it too. Thing is, the star of the story disappeared. Vanished into thin air after her last film. Not vanished dead, because she went on to have a different life. She went to law school, became an attorney, changed her name and had a nice family. Typical soccer mom, Sunday-school teacher, holly homemaker type. Until a few years ago when she was contacted by people who represented the last big mafia family. They were looking to sell their holdings in porn to a legit media company for big bucks. Problem is, she was one of their most popular stars and she had a unique contract in her day (which allegedly she co-wrote herself back then with her law professor). She quit and vanished from porn due to the mob taking over her porn studio, and killing many of the owners of it. Years later, turns out she was owed millions in back royalties – and her contract was still legally enforceable. The legit media buyers wouldn't proceed without her signature on a new contract; or her accepting a settlement; or…her death certificate. Yep. The mob had to either pay her or kill her. Which was tricky to do, because even if they found her – the FBI still wanted to bring her in as a witness against the mob hits of her bosses. Then it got ugly for her, and turned into quite a ride. Turns out, she lived and prevailed. Using her brilliance instead of her body. But it was one hell of a bumpy ride. Best of all? It was ALL TRUE. It resulted in the FBI actually getting plea deals with mobsters; clearing 30 year-old mob hit murders; and solving money laundering cases worth tons of money globally. The legit media company got the old porn library titles and reaped a billion from it. And it all really happened. She also got her money, and peace. It's one of the best scripts to come through Hollywood in decades, and has an amazing role for the lead actress. Best of all it includes life rights, and the lady ex-porn star's willingness to promote it. It is a package that includes documentaries, media stories, and specials. The studio that bought it agreed to use cross-promotion synergy from many of their media divisions to tell her story. In any era of the entertainment industry it would be a welcome change for such great material and a big project. But, as you all know – this isn't any era. It is a very sensitive era, especially telling women's stories, porn stories, and having lots of sex and nudity on a project. If the project isn't done right, in the right tone with the right people? It'll be destroyed before it ever opens purely by social media, rumors, and speculations from knee-jerkers who will attack it without any idea of it. That has happened or nearly happened many times in the past. So the conglomerate/studio who is producing it has set up a massive legal, security, and IT security team that would rival a government's. Everything to do with the project is kept on off-line isolated secure computers. Nothing is allowed to be taken in, or out. They do not even let the team working on the movie bring in mobile phones or devices. An entire 25% of the studio's legal staff are devoted to this one project. Clearing rights, contracts, and mostly NDA's that would make an intelligence agency jealous. The punishment for violation by actors? So severe and massive that it would basically blacklist and possibly bankrupt not just the actor, but their agents and managers. It's that extreme. But few would risk that anyway, since even (permanent A list mostly movie actress/Meryl Streep) has supposedly offered to do a small role in the project for scale just to be part of it. Somehow, I don't think they want her for the lead. Of course, nothing is totally foolproof or totally private. When the studio (they have wide ranging entertainment industries/Warner) first pre-emptively gobbled up the rights to it a year ago, they originally did it with this star (disgraced former A list mostly movie actor/Kevin Space) in mind for the older male lead. Whoops. Then when this company (disgraced A list director's company/Ratpac Dune) got slammed in scandal, the studio had to find a quick co-financing partner. Whoops again. So they shared the project with a few select investors. They too were subject to the legal lockdown but the studio needs them more than they need the studio, so not much threat there. Interestingly, one investor stepped right up and wrote the studio a blank check because the project is so good. Recently, the investor swallowed up the entire project, buying the rights from the studio, and has threatened to take it to (a studio that owns a theme park/Universal) is this studio doesn't shape up. The producers got the best director (A lister who had a very good 2017/Christopher Nolan) for this project. As picky as he is, he jumped at this project. He's not known for his heartfelt movies, but with this script and his recent hit (Dunkirk) he's given wide berth. He's one of the few that could be trusted with this material, and do it proper without risk of any problems derailing it. The studio used this project as bait to try and lure him to other projects (his old project/Batman), but he won't commit to those. Meanwhile, the studio and director have held semi-formal casting sessions very, very, very secretly. Every actress is told to bring an attorney or manager; a studio attorney is present; a female casting director; and every meeting is video recorded. All because of the "casting couch" temptations – not by the director, but by eager actresses. Also due to the adult nature of the story, and the fact that it will have reams of nudity and sex. This will not be one of those PG-13 movies about sex, it'll be very true to the script. This actress (A list mostly movie actress who worked with the director before/Ane Hathaway) already said she'd do anything for the lead; as did (foreign born A- list mostly movie actress/Marion Cotillard), and (foreign born B+ list mostly movie actress who was barely old enough to drive when that gross French actor had sex with her before casting her/Melanie Laurent), and (A+ list mostly movie actress who is an Oscar winner/nominee/Jennifer Lawrence), and (A list mostly movie actress who is an Oscar winner/nominee/Jessica Chastain). It's crazy, but only one of those even has a shot at the lead. Even (former A+ list mostly movie actress/America's sweetheart/Sandra Bullock) and (foreign born A- list mostly movie actress who had a franchise back in the day and could use a career boost/Emma Watson) have told their agents to get them auditions. Actresses who "never read" or audition are jumping at it. These actresses are offering to work for scale, do anything required onscreen, and sign unprecedented promotion agreements. This actress (foreign born A list mostly movie actress who is a recent Oscar nominee/Margot Robbie) has already auditioned for a supporting role. Funny enough, this actress (former A list singer/number one box office star in a different country/Jessica Simpson) auditioned for the same role. I don't think it'll be a fair fight to see who wins that one although I can see the box-office appeal of the latter's scenes being a big draw. I've heard (A-/B+ list mostly movie actress who was married to a celebrity offspring/Diane Lane) has given one of the best reads thus far. For male leads, this actor (foreign born A+ list mostly movie actor/Christian Bale) has said he too would waive his fee, and possibly return to a franchise for the studio. Guess he's getting pumped up for it. Meanwhile, it's said (permanent A list mostly movie actor who started in television and had a nice run there/George Clooney), and (permanent A list mostly movie actor despite his relatively young age/Leonardo DiCaprio), and this actor (permanent A list mostly movie actor who has made a ton of money in a superhero franchise/Robert Downey Jr.) have all agreed to audition and read. I cannot tell you how unusual that is. It is one of the rare times lately when the material really seems to be king (and not how many toys you can sell – although toys related to this movie sure wouldn't be sold in Wal-Mart). During the hoopla around the Golden Globes, many A+ listers were fighting the urge to discuss the project though they knew the others knew. Sort of like a secret club. Many actresses used it as a cover story to happen to be in town at the same time auditions were ongoing. Likewise, during the coming Oscars week, the director and studio will be wrapping up major casting under the same cover of people all being in town. Yes, it is that big of a deal. I personally cannot wait, and hope it comes off without a hitch. We probably won't have to wait too long. Any project with that much heat will get a quick greenlight. That's the sexiest thing of all. Especially if you're producing it.

#blind item

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