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afictionalwhore · 3 years

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SDV Bachelors’ Love Languages (hc) and a little bit of kinks

Who said they were never going to do headcanons again? Not me!

Why? Because I’m addicted to Stardew. Also finding pictures of these men to make good headers is difficult. I just gave up.

Some of these are NFSW!

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Shane: Acts of Service and Physical Touch

Shane is worried that you’re going to think he thinks you can’t handle yourself when he tries to make your life as easy and comfortable as possible. This isn’t true at all. He thinks that you work incredibly hard and wants to be there for you to take the break you deserve.

He likes to wake up early to help you with the animals like how he did on his aunt’s ranch. The stability and routine of it is comforting to him because it’s life with you.

If you’re not up and watering crops by the time he’s done with the animals, he’ll make breakfast for you

He loves making you breakfast in bed, typically an omelette made with fresh milk and eggs. He’ll do hashbrowns too if you have potatoes in stock/ready to harvest.

A service switch. His biggest turn on is getting you off, so he wants to make sure you’ve cum several times before he starts working on himself. If there’s anything new you want to try, just talk to him. He’ll try anything once if he thinks it’ll make you happy. He usually doms, but if you want to be on top, don’t hesitate to ask; he’ll gladly let you.

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Sebastian: Quality Time and Physical Touch

Isn’t really one for showing affection in any way until he really is sure that his feelings are reciprocated. Once he’s sure of how you feel, this man is nothing short of romantic.

While dating or before, just when he realizes he’s starting to fall, he tells you to come visit anytime. He likes when you’re just there. This carried over into married life.

Sebastian is still a loner and an introvert. He wants to spend time with you but he feels smothered if the two of you are always doing something together. He wants to be in the same area as you and loves sitting with you and reading his comics while you scroll through your phone. Before you were married, he loved when you’d visit while he was working, even if all you did was take a nap on his couch after mining all morning.

He’s not one for PDA, but will hold your hand at festivals if you really want to. When you’re at home, or in his room before you’re married, this man will absolutely cling to you. He wants to snuggle during movie nights. He falls asleep spooning you. He wants to hold you and watch while you cook dinner. He wants to lay in your lap and have you play with his hair.

A little bit of words of affirmation, but this is because he’s not sure how to show how he feels and wants to make sure you know. He also wants to be reassured of how you feel and hearing it is nice.

Body worship. Seb loves every part of you. While he may not be very vocal about it, he’s not gonna leave any part of you unloved, smothering you with kisses and soft whispered praises. Seb loves going down on you and making you feel good.

He’s a bit of a masochist. He loves when you’re rough with him. Pulling his hair and scratching his back. He also has a sadistic streak though, if he gets the okay from you. He enjoys pulling your hair and edging you until you’re crying for him.

Seb is also probably into bdsm because of the level of trust. There’s a lot of things he wants to try and he’s excited to finally have someone he trusts enough to try it with. Fully trusting someone is very important to him. Once he had the okay from you, nothing is off the table. This man wants to try everything from bondage to choking to knife play.

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Elliot: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch

This man is a writer, so there is no shortage of love notes in your lunchbox/tacklebox/backpack.

You’re his muse. You inspire all his writings. Even if a poem looks like it’s about the sea or some other part of nature, it’s really about you.

Elliot is really going for that Jane Austen type feeling of romance. Leaning into that, Elliot loves dancing with you in your home.

Hearing how you feel is very important to Elliot. He likes to start the day with a kiss and hearing “I love you!”

Pet names! Elliot is going to call you “honey”, “sweetheart”, “cherie”, “darling”. He’ll call you his turtle if he thought he could make it romantic.

Elliot finds warmth in your touch and he’s obviously going to tell you this in the most poetic way possibly.

Elliot is one to mindlessly trace patterns over your skin as the two of you are cuddling and he loves having his hair played with.

Praise. Kink. He’s going to shower you in praises. He’s going to call you his good girl/boy. He’s gonna tell you that you’re taking him oh so well. “You’re doing great baby, just like that.”

Elliot is also going to smother you in kisses. Elliot’s kisses are very passionate, as is sex with him. Elliot prefers heavy passionate love making.

The praise kink goes both ways. He loves when you tell him how good he feels and beg him not to stop, right. “You’re so good, daddy,” will make this man feral.

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Harvey: Acts of Service and Quality Time

Harvey is very busy as the only doctor in town, so his time is incredibly precious to him. That being said, any time spent with you means the world to Harvey.

Harvey loves trying to help make your life easier. He also appreciates when you do little things for him, like pack a lunch for him to take to the office.

Harvey is very awkward, so words and touch don’t mean a lot to him. He’ll tell you how he feels if he wants you

Role play. I’ve had so many people tell me this one and ya know. I cannot disagree. Harvey absolutely goes nuts when you call him “captain” and when you bought that flight attendant outfit.

He’s also not above going down to his office after hours and “curing your hysteria.”

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Alex: Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service

Like Alex always needs to hear about how he’s gonna be a great sports star, he always needs to hear that you love him.

But Alex is also going to tell you every day how much he loves you, how much you mean to him.

You never have to worry about what to wear because Alex thinks you look beautiful in everything and let’s you know it.

Alex isn’t really one for touching. With his past, he’s probably adverse to touch at first, but will eventually relax into your touch.

While it may have started out with him having to prove his masculinity, Alex found that he genuinely enjoys doing things for you. He’s learning how to fix things and do farm work to make your life easier.

Alex is the least kinkiest here. If you ask to try something new, he’ll probably just be like “a new position?” Not that he wouldn’t be excited to try a new position.

I think he could also be convinced to do some light bondage.

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Sam: Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Sam is very touchy-feely from the get go. He’s not afraid of PDA at all. He wants his arm around you at all times. He’s stealing kisses at every opportunity.

Sam wants to be all over you. If you’re sitting, Sam will somehow find his way into your lap. He’s like a puppy. If he fits, he sits; if he don’t fit, he will make himself fit.

Sam doesn’t necessarily go out and buy you gifts. Instead, he gives you flowers he picked and things like that.

Sam would absolutely get you matching stuffed animals he won at a festival.

Sam would also write songs for you! He’s just so excited that he runs straight for you, guitar in hand, and starts playing.

Sam, like Alex, probably isn’t as kinky as the others. Sam probably likes to tease and spank, but with Sam, sex is definitely goofy. It’s a great time when you’re both laughing.

#stardew valley #sdv headcanons #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv bachelors #x reader headcanons #guess who my favorite is lmaoo #Sebastian is so fine #and for what

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electrictoes · 3 years

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People Like Sunlight

For @dailysvu’s Sonny Carisi Appreciation Week

Day 7: Secrets (AKA another excuse for a “how the squad find out” fic)

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The Saturday morning trip to the zoo is long belated - Noah and Jesse have been asking to go for months but with one thing and another - Elliot Stabler crashing back into Liv’s life, Amanda’s father stumbling back into hers - they’re only now finding a day when they are both free from both professional and social obligations.

They meet at the entrance to the zoo, Noah calling out when he sees them approaching. Amanda’s got Jesse’s hand held tight in hers to keep her close by; Sonny has Billie on his shoulders already, and Amanda’s sure he’s going to regret telling Amanda not to bother with the stroller, that he’d carry Billie when she got tired, but Billie’s having the time of her life, shouting Noah’s name when she spots him from her vantage point above the heads of the crowd.

Liv greets Amanda first; a hug for Jesse and a wave to Billie, “I didn’t know you were joining us, Carisi.”

“Is that okay?” Sonny asks.

Liv smiles at him, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t mean to crash your day, I’ve just been spendin’ a lot of time with Jesse an’ those animal books Noah gave her. I just wanted to-”

“I thought it’d be nice for the girls to have both their godparents here,” Amanda cut in when she spotted a question in Liv’s expression - most likely focusing on a lot of time. “And he’s carrying Billie, so I don’t have to.”

Liv nods, “It’s fine, Noah was already feeling a bit outnumbered.”

“I wasn’t,” Noah protests, but he’s grinning, “Hi Uncle Sonny!”

Sonny lets go of Billie’s right leg to give Noah a high five, then ducks his knees so that Billie can do the same - it’s endearing; Amanda loves the way Sonny is with the girls, but he’s been this way with Noah for just as long, and it’s always brought a warm feeling to her stomach, one she didn’t have a name for until recently.

By early afternoon Noah and Jesse are grumbling about their legs hurting - Billie is yet to walk anywhere so she’s doing just fine, although Sonny definitely looks like he could do with a break even if he won’t admit it - so they stop for a picnic. Jesse and Noah chase each other around the grass once they’d finished eating, Billie has dozed off with her head on Amanda’s leg and Amanda strokes a hand gently through her hair as she sleeps.

They chat quietly about their plans for the rest of the weekend, about their day so far, about the weather; it’s nice, spending time just relaxing together, the sounds of the children’s laughter making its way back to them.

After about fifteen minutes of chasing each other, Noah and Jesse return to their picnic blanket, Jesse crashing into Sonny and reaching for her water bottle while Noah sits next to Liv. Once they’ve caught their breath Noah looks over at Sonny, “Hey Uncle Sonny?”

Sonny turns to Noah, his hand on Jesse’s back, steading her as she takes a huge gulp of water, “Yeah?”

“Can you come to our house and make pancakes for my breakfast tomorrow?”

Sonny’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as Liv shakes her head at her son, “Noah, that’s not really something you can expect Uncle Sonny to do.”

“But he went over and made pancakes for Jesse this morning,” Noah protests.

Sonny resists the urge to look at Amanda as he stumbles out an excuse, “Well, only because we were-”

“He didn’t come over for pancakes, Noah,” Jesse says, turning onto her back and leaning against Sonny, feet digging into the picnic blanket.

“You said he made real pancakes not from a box.”

“He did!” Jesse yells, sitting upright and ignoring Amanda’s reminder that Billie is sleeping, “But Mommy and Uncle Sonny had a sleepover first,” she adds.

Noah’s eyes go wide and he turns to look at his mother, but Liv isn’t giving anything away.

“Hey,” Amanda says, “Why don’t you guys go over and see the sea lions again - let Billie finish up her nap.”

Jesse, who has no idea what she’s just revealed, jumps happily to her feet, but Noah - who at nine years old realises that this is kind of a big deal without understanding why - is reluctant. He wants to watch how this unfolds.

“Go on, Noah,” Liv says, “Jesse’s too little to go by herself.”

The three of them sit in silence as Jesse tugs Noah down the bank towards the sea lions - three pairs of eyes on the children and none of them on each other.

“I think spending time with Jesse and Billie is good for him,” Liv says, and then she turns to look at them both, “So, a sleepover?”

“Well, it got late an’-” Sonny starts, but Liv fixes him with a look.

“Don’t lie to me, Carisi,” she says, taking a sip from her bottle of water, her eyes drifting between the two of them.

“It’s still new,” Amanda admits, reaching over to place a hand on Sonny’s knee. “It’s not a secret, we’re just-”

“Not advertising it?” Liv nods, “Well, whatever the two of you do in private is your own business,” she says, “But if it gets serious, then-”

“It is,” Sonny interjects, resting his hand on top of Amanda’s, “It’s serious. And we will do whatever we need to, work-wise.”

“I’m really happy for you both,” Liv tells them.

Sunday morning is more chaotic than usual this week. They’re going out to Staten Island for their first official Carisi family gathering and Amanda is nervous enough without her children running rings around them both. The girls had chosen this morning to sleep until a reasonable hour for the first time in their lives - meaning that Amanda’s assertion they didn’t need to set an alarm was proved wrong - and she already feels like she’s two steps behind. Jesse has changed her outfit twice, and Amanda has given up trying to brush her hair; she leaves her in the girls’ bedroom choosing which jacket she’d like to take and seeks out her youngest who had slipped out of sight while Amanda was persuading Jesse not to select a third t-shirt - Sonny’s escaped the chaos by taking Frannie for her morning walk; no little shadows accompanying him today because no one is ready to leave the house.

She finds Billie in the living room, crouched down behind the couch and looking very suspicious.

“Billie? What are you- is that Uncle Sonny’s phone?” Billie has Sonny’s phone gripped in her sticky hands, she’s grinning down at and doesn’t look away until Amanda tries to take it from her.

“Billie’s,” she says, gripping the phone tighter.

“Give it to Momma, please,” Amanda tells her, a firm look on her face which actually works for once; Billie releases her hold on the phone just as Amanda sees the video filling the screen, “Oh- Chief, I-”

“Good morning Detective Rollins,” Garland says, smiling at her, seemingly unconcerned by having a conversation with her two-year-old at 10am on a Sunday.

“I’m so sorry,” Amanda said, “Did Billie call you? I don’t know where she-”

Before Amanda can finish her sentence, she hears a key in the lock, the sound of Frannie’s paws on the wooden floor, and Sonny’s voice sailing down the hallway towards her, “Hey, Rollins - do you remember me puttin’ my phone down last night?”

“It’s here,” she says, but before she can warn him that she’s got Garland on a video call right in front of them he’s pressing a kiss to her cheek as he reaches for the phone, his eyes going wide when he realises.

“Chief - I didn’t- everythin’ okay?” Amanda ducks away, leaving him with the phone in his hands; she picks up Billie before she can cause anymore chaos and carries her towards the bathroom to try and rid her of the sticky residue on her hands and face.

Sonny joins her in the girls’ bedroom a few minutes later; she’s brushing Jesse’s hair back while Billie runs in a circle around them. He gives her a reassuring smile, “He just wanted to check on somethin’ for the Dyer case, Billie must’ve answered it, probably didn’t even mean to,” he tells her. “And he, uh- he said not to worry about Billie, Abby used to be grabbin’ at phones and stuff all the time. He gets it.”

Amanda finishes tying Jesse’s hair back and turns to look at him, “And?”

“He didn’t say anything outright about, uh, us. He didn’t ask and I-” Sonny stops, looking down at the phone still in his hand, “Oh.”

“What?” Amanda asks, standing up and walking towards him, avoiding Billie’s invisible running track.

“Email from Garland,” he says, turning his phone towards her once he’s opened the email - the subject line is Disclosure Paperwork and there’s one file attached.

It has been the worst Friday night Amanda has worked in a long time - she had been ready to clock off at midnight; head home and slip into bed next to Sonny; he’d let her lie in a little in the morning, tell her to get some more sleep while he got up with the girls. But a call came it at 11:25 about a missing foster kid, and now it was nearing 3am, she was exhausted down to the bone and emotionally drained - and that was pretty good shape compared to Kat; equally worn down, but with a split lip, a black eye and shaking hands to go with it. Amanda had been two steps behind her walking into that room, and she’d been quick to take down the perp, but the shock of the violence combined with the sight that greeted them when they looked up - it was enough to bring the most seasoned detective to their knees.

As they grabbed their things at the precinct, Amanda found herself watching Kat, her stiff movements, her quiet, lost gaze. She knew that look, and she knew what came with it, “Where are you going now?” she asked.

“Home.”

Amanda frowned, “Is Celine still out of town?”

“Yeah,” Kat nodded as they walked towards the elevator together, “She’ll be back on Sunday night.”

“I don’t think you should be alone,” Amanda said, protectiveness coming over her.

“It’s fine,” Kat shrugged, “I’m not going to show up at my parents’ house in the middle of the night.”

“Come back to mine,” Amanda said - it wasn’t an offer. She’d worry about letting Kat into the spaces of her life, her relationship, that she’d been keeping quiet another time; her priority right now was keeping her partner, her friend safe - she hadn’t been quick enough to prevent the physical injuries, but she’d definitely sleep a little better knowing that Kat wasn’t at home on her own.

“You’ve got kids to worry about, I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Amanda said firmly, her hand gently on Kat’s arm stopping her from walking away, “Look, we’ve got to look out for each other. You know how many times I made Carisi sleep on my couch when we were partners?”

Kat smiles at that; probably picturing Amanda forcing Carisi into her apartment after a tough shift. It was never that difficult with Carisi though - suggest dinner, time with the girls, and he’d always say yes.

“Alright, okay,” Kat gives in as the elevator arrives.

“It’ll be loud in the morning,” Amanda warns her, “But it’s better than being alone with your thoughts.”

She slips into bed later than planned; she’s set Kat up on the couch, told her to knock if she needs anything during the night. Sonny rolls over almost immediately when she touches a hand to his bare arm, and he gives her a sleepily smile, “You’re back.”

“Hey,” she whispers, “Keep you voice down; Kat’s here.”

He frowns in confusion, “Everythin’ okay?”

“Tough day - night,” Amanda tells him, and his arm comes around her in comfort, “Better she’s not alone.”

“Course,” Sonny says, pulling her little closer; he knows what that’s like. He glances up towards the door, “Do you want me to-”

“What? Sneak out the fire escape?” she shakes her head, smiling at his ridiculousness, “No, we’ve got a few hours before the girls are up, we can figure it out then.”

Amanda has slept maybe three hours when Jesse comes hurtling into the bedroom without knocking - they’re working on that - and rushes over to the bed, speaking at a volume far higher than necessary, “Mommy, Kat’s on our couch!”

“I know, baby,” Amanda says, reluctantly opening her eyes to see her five-year-old leaning in inches from her face, “She slept over. Don’t wake her up.”

“I wanna watch cartoons,” she protests. Sonny reaches for his phone on the nightstand and leans over Amanda, waving it sleepily at Jesse.

“You can watch on here,” he offers.

Jesse grins, “Can I get in bed with you?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, clambering over Amanda’s body to wiggle into the small space between her and Sonny.

“Just don’t call anyone,” Amanda says as Jesse takes Sonny’s phone.

Amanda doesn’t go back to sleep - the cheery cartoon sounds coming through the phone speaker keep her on the edge of wakefulness, but some time passes before she hears Sonny and Jesse whispering to each other.

“But the sun has been up for forever,” Jesse is saying, her negotiation head on. Too bad she’s trying to out manoeuvre a prosecutor.

“That’s because it’s summer,” Sonny tells her, “Mommy and Kat got back very late last night so we’ll let them sleep a little more first.”

“But I don’t wanna stay in bed.”

“Okay,” he says, and Amanda smiles to herself, knowing Jesse definitely thinks she’s winning this argument. “You can stay here and watch cartoons on my phone, or you can come with me to walk Frannie.”

The bed shifts beside her and Amanda opens one eye to see Jesse wrapping her arms around Sonny’s neck pleadingly, “But I want to watch TV in the-”

“Nice try,” Sonny says, tickling her sides until she lets go. “That wasn’t one of the choices.”

“Fine,” Jesse says, with no small amount of drama, “Let’s go for a stupid walk.”

“Jesse-”

“We don’t say stupid,” Jesse sighs, “Sorry Uncle Sonny.” She climbs over Amanda to get out of the bed, creeping out of the door in a way she probably thinks is quiet.

Sonny presses his lips to Amanda’s shoulder as he climbs out of bed, “I’ll make it a long walk. Want me to take Billie too?”

“If she’s awake,” Amanda says gratefully, leaning up for a proper kiss before he gets dressed.

The apartment is quiet, but Amanda still can’t get back to sleep - she heard the door go, Sonny and the girls leaving as quietly as he could get them to, but sunlight is streaming in through the curtains and she’s too awake now to drift off. She gives up after ten minutes and goes to take a shower. On her way back down the hall she hears the sound of her old coffeemaker coming to life, and walks into the kitchen to see that Kat’s awake; the bruise on her eye is purpling but her lip looks less swollen than the night before, “Good morning.”

“Hi I was just making a coffee-” Kat gestures to the machine, she looks a little uncertain, or maybe that’s just the tiredness seeping in.

“It’s fine, make yourself at home.”

“Thanks for letting me stay, it was good not to wake up in an empty apartment,” Kat says, taking a second coffee mug and holding it up to Amanda who nods.

“Any time,” Amanda assures her.

Once they’re both sat in the living room with their coffee mugs in their hands, Kat looks over at Amanda, a smile on her face, “So, I saw something interesting this morning.”

Amanda bites her lip, preparing for what comes next, “What was that?”

“Counsellor Carisi… creeping out of your bedroom,” Kat looks very pleased with herself as she takes a long sip of her coffee, waiting for Amanda’s response.

Amanda doesn’t see any sense in denying it, “Yeah, you probably did.”

“Don’t worry,” Kat says reassuringly, “I’m not going to say anything to the captain.”

“It’s fine,” Amanda waves Kat off, “She already knows - we disclosed two weeks ago, we’re just not advertising it.”

Kat’s eyes go wide at that, “Wait, what? I never- well, you two have always been kind of,” she shrugs, “At least since I’ve known you.”

“Yeah,” Amanda smiles, “We kind of have.”

Amanda knocks once on Sonny’s office door before pushing it open, “Hey Counsellor,” she says, a smile just for him as she slips into the office.

“Hey Detective Rollins,” Sonny says, a smirk on his own lips.

She crosses the room and perches on the end of his desk, “Work call,” she tells him, but she isn’t in any hurry to rush him along.

He leans back in his chair, closing the case file he has open and looking up at her, “What do you need?”

“A warrant for Delugo’s phone records,” Amanda tells him - it is the primary reason for her visit, although she probably could have asked him over the phone, waited until he dropped the warrant off to see him. She likes finding excuses to come over here though, to see him in Counsellor Carisi mode in his own office, even with the mismatched paint and dented filing cabinets. That isn’t new with the change of their relationship - she’s been looking for reasons to swing by the DA’s office ever since he left SVU.

Sonny knows that, knows full well that if it were any other ADA she’d have just phoned, “Alright,” he nods, leaning forward, his face much closer to hers, “but it’ll cost you.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amanda asks, fingers tracing up the tie she’d watched him put on earlier that day, “What’s the fee?”

“Hmm, I think we can negotiate something-” he says, leaning in until his lips are hair’s breadth from her own. She closes the gap without hesitating, taking his bottom lip between hers as she draws him close.

They’re interrupted by the door opening, and a familiar voice groaning at them, “Oh no. Not today.”

Amanda pulls back from the kiss, turning to look at her sergeant over her shoulder. “Fin,” she grumbles, “Don’t you knock?”

“Door’s open,” Fin says, “Didn’t realise it was getting all R-rated in here.”

Sonny rolls his eyes, leaning back into his chair, “It was just a kiss, Fin.”

“I didn’t see anything,” Fin says, hands up, “I don’t know anything.”

“Everyone else already knows,” Amanda says, enjoying the way his expression changes. She is kind of touched that he would have been willing to deny all knowledge if she and Sonny were carrying on a secret relationship though.

Fin frowns at being the last to know. “Since when?”

“Your wedding,” Amanda smiles, “Not wedding.”

“Damn,” Fin shakes his head, “You’re welcome.” He steps fully into the room, holding out a manila folder for Sonny to take. “Liv asked me to drop that off on my way to the courthouse.”

“Thanks Fin,” Sonny says with a nod.

As Fin backs out of the office Amanda stands up, moving around Sonny’s desk, “I better get back. I forgot Fin was in court today.”

“I’ll let you know once I’ve got that warrant,” Sonny says; he’s not keen to see her go but they’re balancing this personal/professional life thing pretty well on the whole - and it’s easier saying goodbye when you know you’re going to be going home together.

“I’ll owe you that fee,” Amanda says, enjoying the way his expression changes as she glances back at him over her shoulder. She knows he’s watching her go; he’ll keep his eyes on her until she’s out of sight and then he’ll pick up his pen and get back to work - a smile still lingering on his face.

Summer’s drawing to a close - afternoons like this one will fade away, replaced with the dim light and cool breeze of the Fall. It’s been the best summer Amanda has had in a long time - for a lot of reasons, but chief amongst them has been letting herself have something she’s longed for since she was a child - the genuine love of a man who she loves right back, her children’s laughter filling their daily lives, friends who have become family around them and there for them.

Before summer ends and Jesse, Noah and Abby go back to school, Garland and his wife have invited them all over for a backyard barbecue, and it’s the first time they’ve all been together outside of work since the not-wedding - the first time she gets to walk into a space filled with their friends, her fingers slotted neatly between Sonny’s.

Jesse and Billie raced ahead of them through the house and into the backyard, chasing the sound of Noah’s excited yells; Amanda and Sonny follow Lamai out to join them; the sun is warm, the scent of good food wafts across the yard, music’s playing softly in the background. The children are huddled together at the bottom of the yard, and from the looks of Billie’s face they’ve already managed to sneak some cake from somewhere.

Sonny releases her hand, a kiss to her cheek before moving to where Fin and Stabler are standing near the grill. Amanda takes an empty seat next to Liv, turning to greet her friends - they’ve all got stupid smiles on their faces and she laughs, shaking her head, “What?”

“Nothing,” Liv says, “It’s nice. Seeing you two like this.”

Amanda bites back a comment about Stabler’s presence - she knows Liv is genuine and she wants to embrace it - so she just nods, leaning back in her chair as the conversation returns to its earlier topics, her gaze moving between Sonny and the children - and then to Sonny and the children when he abandons his spot by the grill to check up on them; within seconds he’s on the floor, a pile of kids on top of him as he dramatically begs for mercy and Amanda has never been more in love with this ridiculous, wonderful man.

He catches her eye across the yard and gives her a wink; yeah, she’s definitely in love.

#carisi week #sonny carisi #rollisi #svu #rollisi fic #amanda rollins #svu fic #my fic

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shirari · 3 years

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My moots as random stuff in my house

Headcanons by. Your lovely moot Hikari LMAO

Why am I doing this? Cuz I keep on associating hq characters as the stuff here as well and ur the victim now HAHAHJSJJDMSMS

Any who, forgive me for bothering you <\3

If I missed anyone, it's maybe cuz I'm still a bit timid to tag you??? If anything, pls hmu to be added cuz there are tons of stuff here aakwndksndjsndn. Non moots can ask for a haikyuu character tho.

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☆Oya @oni-girx

The coffee table

Cuz I'm always around the coffee table when I'm downstairs and never even bother eating on the dining table. The same way I'm always in groupchats instead of servers in discord goodbye-

It's hella messy on it too like?? Why is my febreeze down here wth put it back in my room-

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Kotarou Bokuto/Yuu Nishinoya (this place has so many random stuff on it like how Bokuto randomly goes emo or even radiates Noya's chaotic energy-)

☆Rosie @sookyshima

Well, my favourite old handbag my *mom bought me way back in the end of 2018.

It was bright red, but it's worn out now sadly.

The colour looked good with any of my outfits ngl, cuz i wear lots of dark colours lol

I cherished this handbag the same way I cherish my elder moot, Rosie <333

No I'm not calling you old. I'm just born too late🧍🏻‍♀️

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Tetsurou Kuroo (Red looks hot on him and the fact *Kuroo doesn't have a mother.... It hurts me a little bit)

☆Spencer @spiritingawaytoanime

The yummy meiji crackers I only occasionally eat.

I love the crackers but I only have it when I felt like it </3

Same as our interactions lately, very occasional but enjoyable uwu

Btw I was kinda confused... Who's elliot-

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Tsutomu Goshiki (I only simp for him whenever I actually feel like, especially when I scroll through general shiratorizawa content occasionally lol)

☆Lili @lilikags

For some reason, my dad's chamomile tea

Idk why but I literally smell fragrance tea when I see you around tumblr interacting or I'm just scrolling around 🤷🏻‍♀️

And I liked that, however it kinda intimidated me cuz it smelled elegant-

It smelled something like Chai tea. Anything classy actually.

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Akaashi Keiji (English breakfast sounds nice or maybe even Earl Grey :D)

☆Inez @shoyotime

The grandfather wall clock

It's old and classy, but it needs some repairs to work again.

I actually don't know why but it's one of the prettiest things I see in my house lol. So as you Inez :')

Some have said you're quite mature, so it makes sense in some way? Yeah :D

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Wakatoshi Ushijima (Wakatoshi radiates those dark academia vibes and I think it's really classy, me love)

☆Nova @mysterystarz

Your url makes me think of the star shaped fairy lights hung around my porch-

It's pretty so makes sense hehe

I'm getting sleepy as I write omg-why am I spending 1 whole minute on how do I elaborate

Okay screw it, you're simply the stars to Keiji's universe uwu

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Kourai Hoshiumi (Hoshiumi means star sea so-)

☆El @sugurus-princess

I say ur my black acoustic guitar cuz it fits ur blog theme :D

I literally waited years for the time I start learning guitar. Sadly, I don't really have time or motivation anymore cuz I've been so burnt out :')

Okay why th is Hikari Are (Haikyuu op season 3) moonlight version by BurnOut Syndromes playing while talking about my guitar omfg 😭

The song I was trying to learn recently was Pure Imagination :')

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Aran Ojiro (no I'm not being racist because my guitar is black, I cherish my guitar sm and I'm soft for Aran pls😭❤️)

☆Xy @xybi

Bread/The brand new bread maker my dad bought last week

Every time I see you around, I can smell bakery pastries like tarts and sweet buns for some reason. Oh and also cookies.

I ain't even Tanjiro/Gonpachiro but here I am smelling my moots auras in tumblr

Idk u that much so far but I guess u can be many things the same way pastries do. (sweet, salty, sour or savoury kinds of things like that??)

Haikyuu character I associated this item with : Tooru Oikawa (cuz I immediately thought of making milkbread when I heard about getting a bread maker lol)

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hikari's word. Wondering about your favourite as something random? Hmu at @hikaoi ! My writing blog for the headcanon. It's still empty so I wanted to fill it somehow for now hehe

#Which is Aran's last name-#Send help kabxksjdn #🌼hikari.is.speaking #🍙~moots! oya #🌌~moots! nova #🌹~moots! rosie #🐦~moots! lili #☕~moots! xy #🍁~moots! spencer #🍂~moots! inez #📚~moots! el #haikyuu headcanons

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pianoandcookiedoughlover · 4 years

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bitches say they’re gonna write up a list of things that would be cool to see in s6 of jamie johnson and then don’t follow up with that for like 2 years

it’s me. i’m bitches

as a preface this is just kind of a shitpost from start to end and they’re not really fully developed ideas but yeah, it’s something at least

jamie and dillon at northport

- see friendship strengthen, still with same dynamic that they’ve always had, very playful and with a lot of sarcasm

- jamie struggling with taking risks after injury - since you start learning to drive during these years in the uk, maybe fear of driving now?

- jamie defends dillon with homophobia that may arise, no wavering from that

- elliot has to fucking come back, dealing with a romance there, where dillon is really shy at first, doesn’t reveal his feelings for a little bit

- maybe foxborough make a comeback, tension with homophobia there? i don’t know if they seem like the homophobic type

- both finding their way as the youngest on the team - how do the older players handle it? are they pretty vengeful and jealous or are they impressed? maybe one of them has some kind of backstory that will intertwine with jamie or dillon’s, like a real-life mentor

- will we get a comeback of the guy who wanted to steal jamie for some team in china, i believe it was?

- maybe seeing some stuff from hawkstone with their new prodigy, highlighting that they never really cared, they only were worried about the money, which in turn makes jamie feel bad

- SIENNA MAKE A COMEBACK WITH A GIRLFRIENDDDDDDDDDD AND SEE ELLIOT AND DILLON TOGETHER

- okay, not likely, but like lowkey it makes sense to bring her back because duncan is going to be a more significant figure in this season, it would be nice to see him improve as a father and strike the balance between handling the club but also taking care of his daughter, who is going through a lot in her teen years, it would be nice to see them have nice moments at home together

- but like actually give her a valid storyline besides social media, what does she want to do when she gets older? i can see her almost doing something artistic, like designing outfits or something, but whatever we does, it would be nice to see her not feel so restricted by her father’s work and go along her own path outside the club

- sienna and dillon become friends again and people are like, “oh my god you have a gay best friend” and she becomes really vocal about that being literally the dumbest thing ever, the show can demonstrate this type of homophobia that’s kind of “in disguise,” not as in your face as dillon’s dad

- progressive queen and then realizes she can use her platform on social media to spread awareness, since that is what she enjoys doing

- but at the start of the season wanted to step away from it, reminded her too much of everything with her dad and wanted a break, she thought it was toxic but realizes she could do good with her voice

- jamie and jack reunite, even if it’s not playing against each other (i don’t think that would work), but meeting each other now when they’re both where they wanted to get to

- can we finally get that romance between them

zoe and kat at hawkstone

- talking about body image for women in sports

- it would be really cool to have transgender girl on the team, and some of the struggles she faces being an athlete while also being trans

- or talking about disabilities in sports, that would be really nice to see

- zoe falling in love with kat, but like no comment on sexuality, it just is what it is

- IF SHE BROUGHT KAT HOME AT THE END OF THE SEASON AFTER BEING SO HIDDEN ABOUT IT OH MY GOD AND SHE MET HER MOM

- like zoe’s very private because she’s worried that kat won’t like her if she talks about her mom, which is silly, but then seeing kat support her and learning how to be in a relationship with someone with a lot of responsibilities at home

- maybe her mom’s situation interferes with her place at hawkstone

- do they meet up with jack’s team again? would they even play against her (like are hawkstone and st. george’s even compatible?)

- exploring more of kat’s backstory, maybe why she’s so superstitious and what kind of an impact her grandmother had on her

- i believe she mentioned having a brother who plays (gave zoe his old boots) so it would be interesting to hear how having a sibling doing the same thing has affected kat, in a different way to the whole competition between dillon and liam

- watching kat lose some of her superstition in that she’s able to believe more in herself and her abilities and allow herself to make mistakes

- they’ll probably have a lot of pressure on them since hawkstone just started this new women’s team, maybe there could be a lot of competition with the boys’ team

- zoe is not going to do the whole, “being jealous of other girls” thing anymore, okay? she’s grown out of it

- honestly would like to see some dillon and zoe moments, wlw mlm solidarity

boggy our absolute hero

- boggy finding his passion outside of helping sports, unless that is his passion

- friendship between him and jamie struggling at first when he finds what he wants to do, but proving that you can stick together even with not exactly aligned interests

- schoolwork getting more intense with whatever tests they have to do at his age (i have no idea how the british education system works haha)

- check in with his therapy, see how that’s going, we actually see him get to go to one appointment, maybe, hopefully he’s built a good relationship with his therapist and we see the show promoting finding professional help if you need it

- maybe tries to get through a panic attack himself, with coping mechanisms he’s learned in therapy, i don’t know if the building pressure of school would be what induces it or not, but if his storyline is more about getting to see him outside of football, i doubt it would be because of anything related to the sport or stats or whatever

- anything about his family? like how they react to his diagnosis (unless he’s already told them what’s been happening), how close he is with them, if some of the pressure in school comes from at home, whether he has any siblings - we want to know more!!

- would he and nancy cross paths after he finds the thing he’s interested in, since it might be the same thing, or at least something similar, they realize they’re really good together and supportive of each other

- i can see them really pulling through, and it would be nice to see nancy being there for him with his panic attacks and learning how to be a supportive girlfriend to someone who does have problems with anxiety, panic attacks, etc

u14s at phoenix

- i want them to get a comparable opportunity as the gothia cup, something else though, so that they get the experience they missed out on with the whole duncan situation, the season will center around them working towards that thing, i don’t really have any suggestions since i don’t know football but i’m sure there’s something else for them out there

alba and ruby

- her and ruby get further apart, doing their own respective things, now that ruby isn’t playing football anymore, for some reason i feel like she’ll be into either art or psychology, but i can also see her trying to do some activism-esque stuff after her experience growing up in foster homes and now finally being adopted (!! i’m still so happy for them)

- now that she’s not playing at phoenix, we have no idea who ruby’s friends with, maybe she has some at school? i would like elliot to come back and the two of them to bond

- i can see ruby wanting to know more about her background but alba not being so much into that, which causes tension between the pair, ruby just feels like she doesn’t have a solid idea of who she is and wants to know where her roots are, whereas alba is in a good place at phoenix with a sense of being in a family there and doing what she loves

- alba’s anger management is poor, her and ruby bond over futsal or whatever after a period of time not talking after whatever issues come up between them

- the trio made up so it doesn’t seem like she has any issues with freddie or eric, but i want to see her grow more into the captain’s role and take on the responsibilities and stresses of getting the team to whatever opportunity they’re doing, maybe working more with duncan and him being more willing to help the team

eric

- i want to get a look into his home life, maybe how that affects him at school and just in general the emotional impact it has on him

- what happens to his family after the team get that comparable opportunity to gothia, compared to what ryan was doing?

- we’ve just heard little snippets of his life and it sounds like a really complex story to explore which i think would be really cool, dealing with grief and the loss of a family member, and how it affects day to day life

freddie

- once they get this formal opportunity, freddie would be asked to be more serious on the team, kind of always the jokester and not fulfilling his full potential

- he doesn’t know where he fits in and who he wants to be, was there something in his past that made him feel like he had to feel that jokester role (like how wozza with adhd always wanted to crack the jokes and make a fool of himself so people were laughing with him)?

- it would be great to see him get a bit vulnerable and open up about some of his motivations, but eventually he finds the balance between putting in effort and not getting distracted and also being his normal fun-loving self

- please keep commentating because that was lots of fun, freddie

liam

- i want to see him bond with one of the three when they’re in a bad spot, happened to be there by accident and they’re going through something that maybe he can relate to, that’s why he is able to help, that way it isn’t a planned way to get people to forgive him, but rather, just natural, now that he’s growing up a bit

- does he even want to do football anymore? or was it always a pressure from dillon being so good, and he’s found other interests? or maybe he just doesn’t want to be as good as dillon, i feel like there’s a lot of emotional manipulation from the dynamic at home, and i can see him realizing that he never liked football for football, he just liked winning and making his dad “proud”

the johnson family

- is karen dating someone new? i would like to see her on her own and she absolutely doesn’t need anyone to help her, but i also feel like she deserves someone that truly would be there for her and support her, especially after everything that’s gone on with ian

- i also want to hear more about her own career endeavors, and how that intertwines with jamie now going pro - she’s always been there to support him but it’ll be interesting to see how family impacts professional players in general, and ones that are really young like jamie as well

- is mike staying at phoenix? literally what’s the point of his character, does he even want to be with the now u14s? or is he going to try and interfere too much in jamie’s career, which he wouldn’t want because he’s now pro? maybe i’m just still kind of annoyed at mike and have a very negative view of his intentions, so ignore this

- ian can just disappear forever, please, unless he comes back for one episode because that’s what ian does

- what about feeling guilty for literally running his own son down bitch, i thought we were going to get a whole arc with that but maybe the point is that ian is such a flawed character and sometimes people don’t change and -

- who would teach jamie to drive, karen? new boyfriend? depending on who it is, it might present different issues with jamie learning to drive if they do want to explore him being a little nervous after the accident

TL;DR

i just kind of want to see more of the characters in their own individual element, bring in school more (season 2-3 vibes) and get a more well rounded view of some of the characters we don’t know a lot about. i think they’ve left it in a place with a lot of interesting storylines to be explored, i just hope we don’t get another freddie-eric-aisha love triangle situation

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i was going to say stan stormzy for clean skin but it took me way too long to figure out what her name was so that is no longer a valid statement

#jamie johnson #dillon simmonds #delliot #zoe moore #kat clayton #boggy bogson #s6 #football

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mydearsaddiary · 4 years

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This is a Speakeasy Tonight fanfic on how I imagined Neil Season 3 would go like. This is chapter 2, here’s a link to chapter 1: https://mydearsaddiary.tumblr.com/post/618558632607514625/neil-season-3-chapter-1-1933-little-curiosity

WARNING: Includes a hot scene and mention of drug use

Little curiosities: Hey guys!, this chapter we’ll be traveling to Columbus! MC’s family will be here and Neil will meet them, but younger sister Hazel gets the spotlight here!

Author notes: This chapter is a bit longer but I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for your feedback on Chapter 1! I plan on continuing this story and posting as much as I can! If you like this story please like and reblog!

-Candy, My Dear Diary (05/21/2020)

Neil Season 3

Chapter 2- I love you, my dear sibling. Even when you irritate me.

1926

-It’s not that small-Neil said, looking incredibly uninterested on his first look of the town. He carried our luggage, after all I could still take some advantages of being a lady. We walked out of the Columbus Train Station and into the cab I signaled to

-Whaddya expect? Dairy farms and corn fields? - I teased him getting myself comfortable in the taxi seat. I knew those were around not too far from Columbus, but I wasn’t going to let him win

-From the way you talked about it, I really thought it was the middle of nowhere- He closed the door on his side. However, he couldn’t keep his cynical façade for long. I did catch him trying to take a peek outside- It’s definitely not Boston, or Chicago.

-There’s the Armory me and the others used to beat our gums about nothing for hours, besides wetting our whistles- I whispered that last part- It’s a bit far but you can see it there! Oh, and there’s the church Momma would take us to every Sunday. It’s your mighty luck we’ll be scrambling out of here before Sunday an-

I turned around to notice he wasn’t paying much attention to me. His right leg was restless and he rested his chin on his hand, fixated on what looked like nothing outside

- Are you alright? - I asked, he didn’t reply right away and just gave me a blank stare. I noticed outside the sights changed from a more commercial area to rows and rows of houses, and then it dawned on me- Are you… Is the calm and steady Dr. Dresner nervous to meet my parents? - I fluttered my lashes at him

He chuckled turning his head away again- Don’t get any ideas, tomato- He paused for a few seconds- I’m just missing my bourbon.

-I’ll say!-I couldn’t argue with that, I’m sure he did. For Momma and Poppa, Neil had to pretend to be the ritziest Boston Brahmin, high society upstage type, and the biggest bluenose they’ve ever seen. Lucky for Neil, he had plenty of experience. No morphine, no practicing medicine illegally and that also meant: No bourbon. For him, I bet the hardest part of all of it was the last one.

I had my job to do too. Uncle Charlie was supposed to turn me into Mrs. Grundy and my acting lessons from Elliot and playing the part for the temperance meetings sure made me the perfect Jane for the job. Thanks, Graham.

The taxi stopped in front of my childhood home. The houses were close together in Columbus, far apart enough for barely any privacy. As Neil once mentioned, the middle-class in me was very noticeable, and it was in the place I grew up too.

There it was, the humble castle. The white exterior presented everybody with windows and more windows along with the corny reddish-orange roof. I could see my old room’s window from the cab and it made me giggle with nostalgia from the times I snuck up there from my secret parties at night. Neil gave the cab driver his coin and went to get our luggage

While he played gentleman, I turned around to see the wooden-colored door open and Momma along with Edith and Hazel appear. I could see Poppa and Oliver, Edith’s husband, right behind the excited dames.

I chose the right outfit to impress my parents, a long sleeve loose dress that ran its course to right below my knees. It was cream-colored with some rose flowers on its pattern. At the hip it had a bow that matched the one on my rose-colored chicken-platter hat. My delicate heels were the same rose color. From her eyes I could see Momma appreciating the finesse

Neil carried our bags behind us as I walked towards the porch to greet them

-Mary Catherine!- Momma yelled. Gee, she made me sound like an old bug-eyed Betty.

-Heya, Momma!- I smiled giving her a hug- I sure did miss you guys-I stepped away looking at everyone else- Edith!- I went to her next- I thought I’d have to go over to your house to see you

-I thought I’d make it easy for you-She smiled hugging me

-That’s a lie, Mary, Edith wouldn’t stop talking in my ear until we were here- Oliver, the only stuffed bank fella to ever look like a redneck, came by her side and she took his arm.- Nice to see you back- He should tell that to Sweeney. We particularly never got along.

-Well, couldn’t stay away for too long! - I replied to him, turning my attention to Edith again- You’re glowing aren’t you? And starting to show too, have you thought about names yet?

-No, not yet. We thought we’d wait a little- She said and I was happy for her. Her eyes started to shine at the mention of her pregnancy. The thought scared me. I couldn’t put myself in her shoes right now and still imagine me with a grin like that on my face

-I got you something- I gave her the little bag from the maternity shop I had chosen with Cleo

-Thank you, MC- She held it close to her body- It’s beautiful- She smiled- We all missed you. I’m glad you’re staying with us for a few days

Momma interrupted us with Poppa asking me about Chicago, I told them Uncle Charlie regretted not being able to be there and Poppa mentioned I had to tell the “old geezer” he was coming to pay a visit to him in Chicago soon.

-MC- Edith said- You’ve been keeping this fella a secret for long enough- She mentioned Neil

-I have, haven’t I?- I walked back to him, I couldn’t tell what he was feeling with that stone-face- Well, there’s someone I’d like you guys to meet- He put the our bags down and took his hat off to shake hands with Poppa and Oliver

Momma looked Neil up and down and anyone could tell she liked what she was seeing. Neil was from the high society and one could tell. I mentioned he was from Boston in the letter I wrote her, and I felt bad about having to paint such an upstanding snobbish figure of Neil. He understood it and didn’t complain about it once. Whatever did I do to deserve this man?

-It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Granger- He said. I don’t think Neil had much pleasure in meeting people like my parents. However, he knew everything about acting like he was raised. Although I do think they had a pass to be on his good side due to the fact they were my and Uncle Charlie’s family.

-Well, come on in. Dr. Dresner, right?-She said hurrying him inside. Uh… Hello? Daughter you haven’t seen in months?! Ugh, no use.

Neil sat down in the living room. The place seemed to be set to gossip, it reminded me of how Momma and her lady friends would sit on the relatively old sofas and seats around the coffee table to talk about the neighborhood and how the youth behaved extremely improper these days. Poppa would have his own seat by the radio, but right now, he was interested in the man I’d brought home with me as well. Even Edith and Oliver sat around him, but not Hazel. She was still outside

Her eyes looked down and she was as further away from the party as she could be. I took my hat off hanging it in the coat rack by the door, then made my way to her

-You look so blue people would think you’re the summer sky- I sat next to her on the porch- What’s eating you, Hazel? Didn’t you miss me?

-I missed you MC… Or do you go by Mary now?-She looked at me, reluctant and reserved

-You just call me how you always did- I snuggled up to her- Momma and Poppa have been giving you too much trouble?

-And how! Since you went away, Ted’s been inviting me for dances. It’s fun and all but now they are watching me closely so I can never stay too late- She shrugged- Guess life changes, even for you, huh?

-Whatever do you mean? - I distanced myself a little to be able to look at her face

-Well, I’m happy for you, MC. You know, you’re putting on the Ritz and everything- She motioned to my get-up- Almost didn’t recognize you

-Hazel, you must know I’m just putting on a show for Momma and Poppa

-Yeah, says you! - She gave me an angrier look- You brought in the high class, ritzy man, Boston Brahmin Doctor. Bet he has a deep pocket to go with it too. Momma and Poppa are all over him. Edith, you, and now they’ll be expecting me to marry some boorish stuffed fella

-Neil isn’t like that, Hazel- I took her arm- I’m sorry things have been hard for you. But I’ll tell you not to change who you are. I am the same MC that left. Say, how about I take you out for a spin tonight to the armory, after dinner? We can say we’re going to the movies. Well, if you don’t mind Neil coming along

She looked up at me- Really? Stuffed-shirt is going to go for that?

-He ain’t the bluenose you think he is- I giggled lowly- We’ll keep it secret, like old times.

-Alright-She smiled brighter this time, a little disconcerted, like she was embarrassed about something- So you really didn’t go off to turn into some Mrs. Grundy

I hugged her- Same little old me- I got up- Well, I better rescue Neil from the claws of Momma and Poppa

However when I went inside, Neil seemed to be doing just fine without me. He sat and talked about his Med school, how he went on to the war (But he kept it clean, nice and short), and how he came back and finished school and went to work. He basically told them everything everyone already knew about him and nothing else. He mentioned how he took care of Uncle Charlie and the neighborhood around and that’s how he met me. He painted a pretty picture of how respectable I was. Made me think of how many times he had to do that when he was younger

I sat by his side and even Hazel joined us- I hope they aren’t tiring you out

-Can it, Mary Catherine, he was just updating us on Charlie- Momma said

Poppa then spoke- Charles really got you on the straight and narrow. This one’s got my blessing- He shook his hand all Rotarian-like and Neil shook it back like it meant something- Charles tells me you’ve been working with the Temperance folks up in Chicago?- He asked wanting a confirmation from my own lips

-Yes, I go to the meetings when I can. Uncle Charlie can’t handle going to them anymore because of his health so I go instead. I have been helping him around the appliance store too.

-Oh, look at our girl, Eddie- Momma said looking like the cat who ate the canary- I’m so proud of you- It really looked like she was going to cry. Seems like she really thinks I just found my way back to heaven again- You take care of our little girl, now, you listen!

Neil nodded- I’ll take care of her- He said in a low tone, but looked at me and gave me a secret small smile, the one that let me know all was right in the world

However, with my traditional parents it meant me and Neil had to sleep in separate rooms, but it didn’t mean we had to be separated all the time when they weren’t looking. I declared I wanted to take a nap since I was tired from the trip and Neil suggested he was doing the same if they didn’t mind. Momma hushed us to go “to be all rested up for dinner”. I left my bags in my old bedroom. It now gave me a weird feeling, like I wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, so that’s what I did

I knocked softly on the spare room’s door Neil was staying in and walked in. He gave me a side smile and I closed the door behind me. I had a more comfortable dress in my hand which I put on top of the dresser- Thought I’d change in here

He answered coming up to me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply- Awfully dangerous to do that now, since I worked so hard on building a good reputation for your parents.

I laughed- Sorry. But the worst is over, right?

-If you say so. How likely is it we’re going to get away with this?- I could see the fire in his eyes

-Shh- I put my finger up to his lips, listening. I could hear Poppa listening to the radio and Momma talking to Edith and Oliver downstairs, activities they’d could be engaged in for at least an hour. Hazel wasn’t much to worry about- If we’re quiet, I’d say we got about forty minutes, it’s not much time…

-Plenty of time- He whispered crashing his lips onto mine. The feeling was electric. His hands on my lower back pulled me closer and roamed around that area with urgency. I don’t know if it was the excitement of hiding away and doing something that would get us in so much trouble if we got caught, but I was burning up inside. From the way Neil unzipped my dress he was too.

He pulled it down so aggressively the zipper came off in his hands and he had to force the dress open the rest of way. I would’ve cared if for it being expensive if I wasn’t so lost in him at the moment

We breathed heavily in between hot and desperate kisses as he basically teared my dress out of me in one quick strong pull. I swear I heard it rip before it fell on the floor. He picked me up and I was sure his strong hands were leaving marks on my thighs where he held me.

He put me down on the bed, this time kissing my neck. I made him back away to start working on his clothes. I undid his tie, throwing it away. Next I got rid of his jacket. His impatient hands got rid of his shirt and undershirt while I undid his belt and pushed his pants down.

It wasn’t long before there was nothing more in between us, only my stockings remained on my legs, but without their support they were soon falling out. Neil kissed, licked and touched everywhere he could. I breathed loudly, too loudly. When he got to work around my most sensitive area I let not just a gasp but a moan come out.

-Quiet-He said from down below in a demanding tone

-I’m trying- I whispered back. He knew he wasn’t making it easy for me and I knew he enjoyed knowing that. I placed my hands on my mouth as he continued his work. His tough grasp on my legs weren’t helping either. I wanted to scream and just let everything out.

He did something that made another noise escape from me. This time I looked down and I could meet his fiery eyes. Something in them had more fire than before- I told you to stay quiet- His tone of voice and the look he gave me made me weak on the knees.

He backed away to turn me around to lay on my stomach and I could feel his weight on top of me- Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, seems like I’ll just have to do it for you- He whispered in my ear, and I felt his strong right hand cover my mouth completely

And then we were one in our repeated motions. The only noise now was from our bodies colliding, which somehow he made it not loud but the feeling still feel just as deep. I was still sure I was moaning, but Neil’s hand on my mouth prevented the sound from going any further. It was hard to breathe and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he moved.

The feeling grew higher and higher until it reached its peak and I knew I’d be crying out his name if it wasn’t our need for discretion, which he enforced by his hand still on my mouth

Even as we quiet down our panting, I didn’t want to leave just yet. My head rested on his chest. A thought occurred to me and I turned around to grab my dress on the floor. This thing was just rags now!

-Hey, buster!- I turned around to show him- You owe me a new dress.

-I’d say it was worth it-His smug face looked pleasantly satisfied and I threw the pillow on his face, to which he whispered an “Ow!” and threw it away on the bed – Alright, fine. But I’m getting you something from Boston.

-Oh, something too expensive for my shallow pockets?-I teased sitting up, putting on the other dress I thankfully brought into the room

-I’m not really a person to give presents around, so take it and don’t say anything about it

-Fine, Doctor. Get dressed. We’re going out- I fixed my hair on the mirror

-To where, exactly?- He looked at me this time- I thought we were staying here for dinner

-We are, and then after we’re taking Hazel down to the Armory

-God forbid you take me to one of those bathtub gin escapades you used to go to- He started getting dressed himself either way- What is that fella name you used to date, “Teddy” was it? You want me to go meet up with nineteen-year-old Teddy and fit in with the youth?

-Don’t worry he’s not nineteen anymore, he’s twenty- I said it like it made it any better

-It’s out of question, MC-He gave me that stern look he thought could convince me as something. He knew I was stubborn

While we got ready for dinner we fought back and forth about it and we ended up in “Yes, you’re going, even if I have to put a leash on you and walk you out.”

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Dinner was uneventful. Me and Poppa talked about Uncle Charlie some more and I gave Poppa the letter he gave me. Then came Momma asking the big question

-So, when is the wedding?

I looked at Neil then back at her- Well, I was thinking maybe we should wait until the cold went away, like late April or May. It’d give us enough time to plan everything and not have to get married in the cold.

-Why wait that long?! People start talking if you’re engaged for too long!-She complained and Edith agreed- Besides, are you planning on marrying here in Ohio?

-We were thinking about Chicago, Momma- I didn’t want to make any big moves about the whole situation and Chicago felt like home, but I still needed an excuse that’d convince them- Uncle Charlie took really good care of me and now I’m helping him out. I’d like for him to attend the ceremony too, but with the health and all he can’t travel much.

-Well, Momma- Edith started- It’d give us a chance to go see his place up in Chicago, get out of the state and go visit the big city!

-Heh, that ain’t so bad- Poppa said- Chicago seems like a nice place to have it. That old geezer Charles better be looking sharp when we go

-I still think it should be sooner, Mary Catherine- Momma said, but before I continued to disagree she talked again- But, I understand. As long as it doesn’t take any longer than that.

-You got it Momma!

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After dinner I dragged my cat Neil on a leash to the car. I told Momma and Poppa the three of us were going to a movie night. He said we could borrow his old jalopy and didn’t even give us a time to come back. I think he felt weird giving a thirty-two year old a curfew.

-Well, you take care of this one-He said to Neil pointing to me- And our little Hazel, it will do some good her spending time with you all. She can be a lot though

-I’m sure Mary will be able to handle her- Neil said. Didn’t like any responsibilities he didn’t care about put on him.

-Yeah, I’m sure- He looked at me and I agreed. After all he did believe my change to the bluenose side

Me and Neil waited for Hazel in the car, who said she’d come in a minute

-Your sister, she… She seemed restless today, like something was bugging her- Neil started

-Oh, Momma and Poppa have been hard on her. I told you before, they interfere with her life all the time now

-No, it’s not that- He had a weird look on his face- It’s… Never mind

-C’mon, spill it out

-It’s, the shakiness, the goosebumps on her arms, she was sweating like she was the Niagara Falls.

-You know I don’t speak doctor, right?-I looked at him, now worried. I was with her, but I didn’t notice those things- You think she’s sick or something?

-No. But I know the symptoms of withdrawal when I see it.

-Withdrawal? That’s applesauce! - I looked at him in disbelief- You think she’s hooked on morphine?

-Morphine is hard to get, you need a prescription or access to it like I had. If I’m right, it’s something easier to get

-I think you’re over the edge here. Hazel was always crazy, but she never did anything worse than I’d done

-If you say so-He turned his attention to outside- You know her better than I do

Hazel came outside looking ritzy, wearing a nice dress, lipstick and everything. She went in the back and yelled- Well, let’s scram!

Neil started to drive and I turned to talk to her, occasionally stopping to give him directions

-You’re all dolled up! Is there someone you’re trying to impress?- Realization dawned on me- You have a beau!

-Well, we started seeing each other a while ago. It’s not just for fun, but I ain’t gonna go and get hitched like you!

-Who is it? Do I know him?-I was interested. Neil on the other side drove in silence, like he tuned out the whole conversation

-Well, yeah, actually…

-It’s not Johnny Phelps is it?-I looked at her disapprovingly- You carried a torch for him before and he always seemed like trouble to me

-Martin Phelps’s little brother? No! I only had to go on one date with him to realize he was a flat tire

-I’ll say! Well, who is it then?

-Well, it’s Denby…-She shrugged, this time she was blushing- A few weeks ago he told me he thought I was always hotsy-totsy

-Teddy’s little brother Harry? I mean… He’s alright, but he always seemed like a goody-goody, I never even imagined him hanging around your crowd

-No… Not Harry, Theodore. We have been going out and-

-Teddy Denby?! You have been going out with Teddy?

-We’re not just going out, MC, we’re steady too. The real thing!

Neil snorted- Seems like he’s going around the family

-Hazel Rose Granger, you are not going steady with Teddy Denby!

-Why not? Just because you went out with him in high school once and then like three other times after that? I thought you guys were history

-Of course that’s history, Hazel but he’s a real flat tire too!

-Might have been for you, he treats me well.

I knew Teddy enough to know what he was like. He didn’t treat no girl like a lady and he definitely was after getting under skirts

-Tell me you didn’t sleep with him!

-How’s that any of your beeswax?- She retorted.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Neil had become more entertained with our conversation, even though I know what he was thinking about it.

-Ugh!- I turned around- Neil, turn left here! You’ll see a HUGE armory, there’s no way to miss it! Big huge double doors!- I said with a bummed out emphasis on my voice, turning back to Hazel- Teddy Denby ain’t a real man

-People can change, MC. I don’t know why you’re making such a huge deal out of it.

I didn’t have any more energy to discuss with someone as stubborn as I was, so I let her be, besides, Neil parked in front of the armory. I let Hazel go ahead in front of us and into the big space

-So, this is the object of your doom- Neil said

-It sure is, but you wouldn’t really fit in with the crowd. I used it more as an excuse to make Hazel happy and get you out to show you around for a bit!

Neil and I were gone for about an hour. He seemed a relieved I didn’t drag him into a teenager/young adult party where he wouldn’t fit in. It was all dance and no bourbon. But I dragged him to have dessert in one of my favorite ice cream spots in town. Even though Columbus didn’t burst like Chicago it still had its night life.

Once we were back to pick up Hazel I opened the double doors on the armory, revealing the party happening inside. The people were all around my age. A Victrola was set up that played hot jazz, some of the kids stole liquor from their parents houses or paid bootleggers to give them some. It was always watered down so everyone could drink it. They’d dance and drink and there were petting and necking parties everywhere. Some of the kids would go out in cars and their necking would evolve to more than that. Teddy Denby tried it on me a couple times, but I’m glad I saved myself for Neil. There were about fifty or some kids there, I recognized most of them as kids I went to school with

-It’s a playground- Neil said- It’s literally a playground

-Make fun of me, will ya? I had to have my fun the only way I knew how!-I crossed my arms looking for Hazel

-Well, let’s get your sister and get out of here.

-That’s all fine, but I don’t see her

I scanned the room and someone came up to me- Look who’s back into town!- Tall, brown-haired and blue-eyed. Great, just who I wanted to see- MC Granger. Missed us?- She looked past me and gave Neil and appreciative look. Ugh, she was always a little floozy- Who’d you bring here?

-Neil. Meet Millicent Shumway- I said with a tone in my voice that indicated I wanted her to go away

-Pleasure, mister- She said extending her hand

-Juliet from English class, right?-Neil talked to me and ignoring her hand, but she continued like he talked to her

-Oh, MC was always jealous she didn’t read as well as I did- She replied. Gosh, she was still just as childish. I didn’t like her, but I wasn’t going to start a Dumb Dora contest over here with her, not in front of Neil anyway

-Did you see my sister?-I decided to make use of her if she wasn’t going away

-Hazel? Little poor thing fell in the spell of your ex-squeeze.

-Yeah, I did hear she and Teddy were seeing each other, that wasn’t the question though. Where is she?

-Seeing each other? Guess you didn’t hear the whole thing

-The whole thing?

-Teddy asked Hazel to marry her. They worked it out with his parents, they were planning on going tomorrow to go tell your folks

I was at a loss for words. Didn’t she say this was a couple weeks ago?- You’re over the edge! Marry her?!

-Yeah. Rumor is she’s got the bun in the oven. That’s why they’re going so fast at it

My expression got darker and darker- Applesauce! Where is she?!

-She and ol’ Teddy were necking before going out on his Model T. They screw every night. She’s definitely pregnant

I didn’t even stay to talk to her any longer turning to go outside, but Hazel and Teddy came back in from the back, cuddling too much. She was in disarray, dress all messed up along with her make up. She was definitely jazzed and so was he, but it was obvious what they were doing in that car

-Hello Hazel, how was your stay on the hotel on wheels?

-MC Granger!- Teddy Denby looked surprised at me. He had this characteristic blush on his face that appeared there when he drank. Teddy was a handsome young man, that’s why I had the hots for him when I was in high school and why many girls did too. He was always a sheik among the girls. He was not as tall as Neil, but he was still taller than most. He had a handsome face, bright green eyes and a light brown hair that turned blonde in the sun, he always had a wicked smile on his face that made the girls swoon. We all were under the spell of the “bad boy”. He liked to play gangster and do illegal things because it made him feel powerful. No one could blame Teddy Denby for wanting to be a little rebellious, he was young. However, nothing was just a little with him

-I didn’t know you were back into town-He looked embarrassed

-Well, here I am Teddy. Sure been keeping my sister company- This time I turned to her- What’s this I hear about you getting married?

-Who told you that?-Hazel looked too surprised to me

-Millicent didn’t hide anything, is it true?

Teddy opened his mouth this time- Who said anything about marriage?

Neil observed from behind me, he left but I didn’t even notice out of madness and disbelief

-Hazel, we’re going home! Right now!-I grabbed her hand and left Teddy Denby behind. I got in the car and she got in after me. It was the first I noticed about Neil being gone, but as soon as my eyes looked for him, he opened the door in the car and got into the driver’s seat- Can you take us for a spin around town? Just drive us around and I’ll tell you the way to go home from wherever we are- He didn’t make a fuss about it and did as he was told

My attention turned to Hazel now- Start spilling! You have a lot to clear up

-Alright, alright!- She shifted uncomfortably- I don’t need you on my case too- I was about to yell again but she got the message loud and clear and started talking, very agitated- I’ve always had a thing for Teddy Denby, alright! But you were always around him and all that and I wasn’t just about to steal my sister’s squeeze. But a little while before you moved to Chicago you said Teddy Denby was a killjoy and you didn’t like him so I thought when you were gone I knew there wouldn’t be no hard feelings because you weren’t interested in him anyway! After a while, I went after him and told him I liked him and he asked me out on a date three days later. It’s just the two of us together, we’re not seeing anyone else. It’s steady.

I breathed more calmly this time- Teddy isn’t a great guy Hazel, but… Who am I to say what you can and can’t do- I turned around- So that’s it huh? You’ve been going out and you fell for him? And he treats you nice? That’s all there is to it, no marriage or pregnancy?

-I thought you knew better than listen to Millicent Shumway, she was just trying to get a rise out of you. There’s no marriage and God, no pregnancy! And he does treat me nice

-Nicer than you’d imagine- Neil said, this time tossing me something wrapped in a cloth

I opened it and there was a glass bottle, and a… Syringe- What’s this?

-Heroin. – His tone was brute and simple and my heart sunk. Neil was right, Hazel was feeling the withdrawal symptoms earlier. I looked back at Hazel who had the ashamed look in her face again- I found it in his car when you’re having your sisterly conflict

I was at a loss for words, so Hazel talked instead- Teddy doesn’t use. He didn’t get me hooked on the dynamite. I found my own trouble.

-How long…?- I asked

-A few months. Some fella at a drug store corner said it’d was better than booze and I tried it once. I didn’t know it was bad

-You thought it was a toy, huh?- Neil said

-What do you know about it?!- She yelled at him- Perfect stuffed-shirt are you?

I was going to talk back to her but Neil said something first- It’ll be hard to be off it, but there’s a way. You sweat your way through it and you can go back to just doing your bathtub gin- Neil, Mr. Compassion for the sick, ill and the incapacitated. I imagined he felt for her, even though the circumstances of him being hooked on morphine weren’t the same as my sister and her case was pure stupidity, I think he was putting himself in her place- You want to be off it, don’t you?

-I do. It was fun the first night, I felt incredible. But then I thought that was all there was to it. The night after I felt pain, I couldn’t sleep, I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. I did it again and it eased it, since then I can’t stop doing it… It’s the only thing that eases me- She hugged herself- You’re not going to tell Poppa or Momma are you?

-We’ll be back in Chicago in a week and a half. We could convince your parents of you paying a visit to stay with Charlie for a week alone, it should be enough to get you started- I started telling Neil where to drive to as he talked- You pack your bags and I can get you off the worst part. You come back and you just have to keep it going. Think you can handle that till then?

-A trip to Chicago sounds just like what I need right now. Time away from the folks and all that- She sighed lowly looking at me

-If there’s anyone who can help you it’s Neil. I promise to keep it a secret if you work with us.

-Alright…- I could tell she didn’t know how to react, but it was always interesting to watch people appraise Neil when he started talking doctor- I can… I can hold on till then. Thank you Doc Dresner- She said as Neil parked in front of the house.

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That night I was talking to him before we went to bed- You know you didn’t have to do that

-I’m a doctor, MC- And I knew what he meant when he said that. Duty. Can’t turn a patient away- Besides- He looked at me smiling this time- I’m also doing this for you too. She’s your family

I smiled back, knowing that Hazel was going to be okay now- Thank you- I hugged him, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips- I can’t believe her.

-“Old enough to find my own trouble. Not enough to know any better”- He reminded me of a conversation we had. That was Hazel, alright.

That was the most eventful night of Columbus. We spent a few more days going out and catching up with the family. It wasn’t long before it was time to go.

Everyone said their goodbyes, Momma, Poppa and Edith were still in awe of Neil. He talked to Hazel one last time about it, telling instructions to keep her in check until he saw her again.

I left Columbus that time with a much better feeling than when I left before. Even if it has its ups and downs it was a good feeling. One that made me prepared to face whatever Boston held in store for us

-Seems like your parents had your hands full with their daughters- Neil said when we got to the train station- Makes you wish ours don’t give us nearly as much trouble

-Ours…?-I blushed slightly

-Sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest that-

-No, no!- I cut him off- I was just surprised. We just never really talked about the future like that you know. This is the first time you mentioned kids, our kids- It was scary to think about kids right now, I’m not going to deny it. However, it was a warm feeling knowing Neil thought about our future together- But yeah, one day when we do have them, I would hope they don’t give us much trouble- I laughed- But with my genes, I’m sure all they’ll do is fight each other and create hell on earth

-If they have your genes, I’m sure they’ll be just as frustrating- He teased me and I hit him in the arm

1933

-Alton...- Charlie shook her older brother- Alton…!-She said it louder to wake him up

-What is it, Charlie?! I’m sleeping here!- He turned around to face the girl

-I’m sorry. I had a nightmare, can I sleep in your bed tonight?-She looked at him with big pleading eyes

-No! You shake too much and kick me off the bed when you do!- He turned back the way he was

Charlie shook him again- Please! I promise I’ll stay quiet, please, please, pretty please!

He turned around again- Alright, fine!- He lifted the covers and she went underneath them

-Thanks, you’re the best brother ever, Alton. Don’t tell Luke I said that!

-I know! Go to bed, I’m tireeeed!- He closed his eyes again

-I love you, Alton- She said, now closing her own eyes

-… I love you too, Charlie.

Little curiosities: I thought I’d tell you guys a little sneak peek into the next chapter! MC and Neil are going to Boston next before returning to Chicago. In Boston they’ll meet Neil’s family and the high society! Neil’s mother, father, his siblings Lucille, Maude and Warren and Neil’s ex-fiancée Lillie, who’s is Lucille’s best friend and Cornelia’s Godmother. I also decided to make her Alton’s younger sister in this story! After Columbus, the whole gang will participate in the story and the speakeasy business story will be back! (Along with a quick visit from Hazel)

Author’s note: Thank you guys so much for reading this chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying it and as always, like, reblog and send me any private messages with suggestions, criticisms or any comments! Love y’all!

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Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 3

Next!

Again, live blogging and posting my reactions all in one post to avoid spamming.

This post got accidentally deleted yesterday so I had to write or all again (twice!)

Oh, starting with a Klaus and Ben 1960 flashback! Ah, Klaus... You have no shame. Let my baby eat though!

Lol "Chanel". Boy knows his fashion, of course.

And there's Boney M playing!

You can practically read his mind when he sees that diamond. Sugar momma alert! 😆

Damn, loving the black outfit, very sexy.

LEVITATING KLAUS WAS BEN LIFTING HIM UP! Seems that one crack theory on the fandom was right 🤣

Ben's face though 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

These two are the best combo. I love them.

61, Baja, NM. Traveling hippie commune.

Is Klaus still sober? He refuses a joint here so I'm inclined to believe that he is but he isn't acting very sober... Then again that might be an act, just him embracing the hippy life.

CALLED IT!!! BEN FALLS IN LOVE, DOESN'T HE?! I FUCKING CALLED IT IN EP 1!

62, Varanasi, India. The river scene from the promos. Yeah, I called this one too. Klaus is already looking seriously uncomfortable and realizing this is getting out of hand.

63, San Francisco. Poor Klaus is practically suffocating under all the touching and nobody respects his space or his words.

Destiny's Children! 🤣 You are such a 90s kid, Klaus.

Run away, Klaus! Run! Escape the crazies.

Ok, let me paused to write out a thought...

So a lot of people were worried about the cult thing and Klaus's intentions but it's clear he had no malicious intentions at all. He charmed and impressed some people for survival purposes and thrived, he enjoyed the love and attention at first and the cult just grew around around him organically whether he liked it or not, more a hippy cult of personality then a religious sect, but at some point he saw that it had gone too far, the pressure and expectation became too much and he realized he'd bitten more than he can chew.

It's actually rather sad how he just wants to escape but the cultists objectify him to all hell, he has no privacy or personal space. The problem with Klaus is that he doesn't do anything mildly, he always goes too big until he's drowning. Boy is already self-sabotaging and I'm sure he's going to start self-destructing very soon as well.

End of thought. Clicking play again.

Ouch! Poor Diego 😰 Lila, that is not how you cauterize a stab wound...

"what happened?" -your dear daddy stabbed you, dude.

Did she really need to strip him so thoroughly? 😏 Yes, yes, she did.

Well, at least she's not sewing you up, Diego. No needles, yay.

"oh, he isn't dead." "Disappointed?" "To see you? Always 😊" -did I mention I love Five's sass? I did? Well, I do.

Old family friend 😆

"you don't untie him?" "Was I supposed to?" Oh Lila, you're adorable, poor Elliot.

Vanya, that is suspicious as hell, just mow down that weirdo!

Ok, good instincts but too slow.

Run, girl, run!

Got to admit, these Swedes are good battle strategy, they are surrounding her surprisingly well.

Is this were the badass Vanya promo was from? Show me badass Vanya, please.

BADASS VANYA! 💖

Ooooooh, very smart, Five!!!

One of the machines though? What are the others for? I'm curious.

Plano Street Rooming House for Solitary Men? That's real depressing, Luther.

It's the "the end is nigh" guy the same that was screaming with Luther in ep 1?

King Kong! Not sure if cute or rude af...

Ahahahah! Luther literally STUMBLING on "Allison" and then acting like an awkward Steve Rogers when the kids call him out 😆 Boy, when will you realize that your obsession is creepy?

Honestly, ALL the Hargreeves siblings can be divided into two categories- sweet awkward dork or sass king/queen, there is no in-between (but Diego and Klaus get to be both).

Convenient that Vanya would just sit there and wait to be found by Five but ok.

"I have a brother?" -honey, you have five (pun fully intended)

IKEA MAFIA! 😂

Nice crop circle, Vanya.

Five just rolls with the amnesia, huh? Doesn't even question it. Ok, then.

Why is Ruby, notorious mobster, sewing sequins? It's it for the dog? I bet, it's for the dog.

"Hargreeves. She your ex?" *Cue Luther's super awkward fumbling* "S-Sorta...Y-Yeah. Sure." - big boy, this is the point where you realize how creepy your crush on your own sister is, time to reevaluate.

KLAUS AND ALLISON REUNION! THEY ARE SO CUTE! 😭💜

Honestly, I need more Klaus and Allison interactions. They have so much bff potential.

*le gasp* "oh, you're married?" 😲 -yes, Klaus, you met him.

"dicks, drugs, debutants. My holy trinity" -ok so everything Klaus says should be taken with a grain of salt but does Klaus still do drugs or not? Considering the evolution of his powers with Ben I'd say no, but we aren't seeing other ghosts harassing him so... Hmm, I need confirmation.

"alternative spiritual community" my ass

Ah, Allison falls into the sass queen category.

Allison can have a little PTSD, as a treat. 😢

Those shoes! Hi, Handler.

Those shoes really are her signature by now. Those heels could kill a man.

Handler as a brunette...? She looks good but I like her bleach blonde.

What did she say to make that boy pee himself?? Damn, Handler, no wonder your kid is a mess.

These dudes need to start listening to my girl Allison, instead of following her husband like puppies.

Great speech, girl! ✊

What is up with that sandwich???

Oh wait, it's Ben right? Klaus is using his powers to get Ray out of jail, isn't he?

Yup, of course he is.

Ben being all sassy and cocky about it gives me life.

"high places" - 😆

Poor Ray, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.

"family barbecues are about to get reeeeeeeal weird" - I'd actually like to see that.

"leave the pot, dear" - you're such an old man, Five.

"any questions?" Five, if be worried if she DIDN'T have questions after all that.

"asteroid impact" -aww 💜 you really do care for her feelings, Five... But you have to tell her the truth sooner or later.

Harlan likes classical music, huh? Good thing he knows a good violinist.

Harlan and Sissy... 😭 My poor heart.

Ouch! What is wrong with you, Lila? You're right but what is wrong with you?

"I can't believe I got shanked by my own father" - can't you, Diego? Really? After everything else that man did to you and your siblings?

"man to man, that son of bitch wouldn't stand a chance" - yeah, he would, he taught you all you know, boy

Not sure if Lila's story is true or not but... I still have that one theory that she was born on October, 1989...

"I don't understand you!!!" - ahah, poor Diego 🤣

Really? Right in front of Elliot's tuna mold?

Man, Handler is really obsessed with Five...

Oh, Luther, you giant puppy...

This is so AWKWARD!

Bonbons, Luther? Really?

Ok, this small talk is even MORE AWKWARD! It physically hurts to listen to this.

The pain in his face and voice when Luther goes "S-so great" 😭

boy, this is the moment you realize it's time to move on, you're not isolated teenagers in a dysfunctional home anymore, let her be your sister and find love elsewhere.

The sit in!

"seven languages" sassy, sassy, I love her.

YOUNG DAVE!

Oh no... Klaus, no, baby... Oh, this is painful.

Ben, don't be mean, let your brothe have this.

What kind of gay man doesn't know what eggshell is? 😆

"is this considered stalking? 'cause I think you're stalking now" - well, BEN, following your brother 24/7 for 15 years can also be considered stalking

Oh no, Vietnam flashbacks... Poor Klaus 😭😭😭

"Vietnam fling"? Ben, you know it wasn't just a fling! Stop being mean.

Aw, Klaus just wants to save Dave... He's willing to sacrifice their relationship to save Dave's life... 😭😭😭

I know Ben is just worried but he could be less mean...

Damn, this sit in thing is really upsetting...

Why is Ray being weird? Is he suspicious of Luther and Alison's relationship? Or is he just unhappy that Allison kept secrets about her family?

Oh Luther, no... Self-harm by proxy is not going to make you feel better.

Oh, motherfucker! That coffee thing was such an asshole move!

Shit, this scene is so well written, the way something so small is making the whole protest escalate to all hell... The police brutality, the parallels with recent events... Disturbing and brilliant and deeply relevant!

Yes! Rumor that motherfucker, Allison!

Oh no, don't be scared of your wife, Ray! Don't be suspicious!

Poor Allison... 😢

Oh Luther, you dumbass... 😢

Lila going to meet mommy, huh?

Oh, she's still wearing Diego's bracelet. Cute.

I know this scene between Handler and Lila was supposed to be a shocking plot twist but after David Castañeda's interview slip up, I already knew.

Still, an excellent scene and very cool surprise.

Like I said before, I really like Lila, I don't trust her AT ALL but I like her.

...

THIS WAS SUCH AN EMOTIONAL EPISODE... Again.

My god, this show gives me life.

#tua #tua s2 #tua s2 spoilers #live blogging #reactions #my phone keeps correcting vanya to baby #and honestly it's not wrong

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secondchancesfic · 5 years

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S.C: Chapter III

Superhero!AU

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairings: Parental Analogical, Platonical Anxceit, Platonical SleepxDeceit.

Tags/Warnings: Cursing, one sided crush (DeceitxLogan), nightmares. Violence (shocked, kicked) Hypnosis/Induce hallucinations. Hallucinations. (If I missed something, please tell me)

Words: 6842

TOGETHER BREAKFAST:

It was morning already, 5:30 to be precise. Monday.

Logan woke up turning around in his bed, he felt tired and heavy like usual. He searched for his glasses in the bureau, touching his book, a glass of water and the clock before setting his hand on the pair. He places them under his eyes and stretches while yawning, gets out of bed and goes straight to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. All part of his normal routine. His clothes were already in a chair, ready to be wore.

He finished fixing his hair and tying his tie when he heard the shouts of Virgil and Gregory fighting again over something he couldn’t comprehend, he check his wrist clock. 5:46 am. Odd… their antics usually start 6 minutes later. He finishes fixing his outfit and turns to grab his brown bag that was hanging from the chair, once he checked for his books, pens and markers to make sure they were there, he exists the bedroom.

-Are we seriously having this conversation?- Gregory said amused by Virgil’s reaction when he pour mustard on his eggs. Virgil gagged dramatically, getting an eye roll from the other hero.

-You are so fucking gross, man! - Virgil said looking away, Gregory flip him off while eating his eggs cover in a heavy layer of the yellow condiment.

-Good morning- Logan said as he entered the kitchen, both young heroes greeted him.

-There are some eggs in the pan- Virgil said with the mouth full.

-And you call me gross …- Gregory remarked as he raise his cup of coffee and looked with disgust at Virgil.

Virgil open his mouth to show the chew food, Gregory sneered very gross out. The purple eyed hero smirk and continue eating his breakfast. Logan looked at both of them while eating his eggs standing up.

-So, what’s for today? - Logan asked. –Is anyone staying late today?-

-Nah, after class I’m coming here- Virgil said almost relief.

He hated to be in the medicine career, finishing it was more of a challenge than a desire of his. Virgil wanted to prove he was able to be responsible, and what is more responsible than a career that involves saving lives.

Of course, it doesn’t make any sense. It’s not like he wasn’t doing so already by being a freaking hero, but might as well study something related to his powers if he isn’t able to be a solo hero right? Suffice to say, being in the career is a mistake and Virgil is a mess.

-Gregory? - Logan turn to the other hero.

Gregory choked a bit in his coffee, but composed himself quickly. –Well I don’t think I have practice today, so I guess I’ll be here too after class-

Virgil snorted.

-What? – Gregory looked directly at Virgil.

Virgil finished up his breakfast with a fade smile. Gregory would get startled when someone used his name, Virgil usually cuts it short to Greg or calls him Dee while Logan calls him by his hero name since they spend more time at the association. He hated his name with a burning passion but what was he supposed to do?

-Alright, then. Do call if any of you need assistance of sorts- Logan finished his breakfast and placed the empty plate in the sink.

-It won’t be necessary, Logan. I appreciated it though- Gregory said getting the cup of coffee to his lips.

Logan smiled and nodded, Gregory’s heart skipped a beat. The older hero turn to clean up his plate, Gregory looked at Virgil who was scrolling through his phone.

“The date” Gregory remembered.

-Hey Virgil, can you lend me your phone? - Gregory suddenly asked.

-No- Virgil said deadpan with his eyes glued to the screen.

-Wha- Why not??- He was genuinely thrown aback.

-Because last time I lend it to you, you made my phone glitch and throw jumpscares every time I tried to open my apps- Virgil throw daggers with a stare at Gregory, his voice was annoyed but amused.

Oh. Right. Gregory chuckled to himself. Virgil wasn’t angry anymore about that prank, he was rather impressed and amused but hell knows he was really freak out the first 5 times the jumpscares pop out.

Anyway, Gregory won’t be able to get that phone asking nicely, so maybe he could try to search through Virgil’s computer for some information like where would it be and who is the date and the time…

“Ok…That’s a really creepy thing to do…” Gregory thought to himself.

His crush was getting in the way of thinking objectively. Objectively speaking, Logan can be really cold and talk and talk about subjects that no everyone can comprehend, maybe Logan would annoyed the date so much they end the date sooner. That way Gregory wouldn’t have to move a finger and his conscience would be clean. Sure, hoping for the worst on someone he cares isn’t nice but he really didn’t want Logan to be with someone else. If Gregory couldn’t have him no one else can…

“I should really stop thinking about this….” He thought to himself again.

Once everyone finished their breakfast and clean up the dishes, they left the home together.

MORNING:

They get to their location; the university. Logan works as a calculus teacher, while the other two younger heroes go to class but not in the career Logan usually teaches. It is a matter of walking for a couple minutes for each to get to their respective classes, to either attend or teach.

The older hero was always excited to teach his class something new, but this time he was feeling rather nervous. After questioning Crimson and the information about their preferable pronouns, Logan kept thinking about the possibilities of who they might be. Certain mannerisms and physical characteristics seem to match someone he knows from one of his classes, as well as the pronouns. However, there’s no way to prove that at all. It might be just a coincidence, a very, very, very huge coincidence. There are plenty people with black hair, there is a low percentage of people being non binary but it’s still a remarkable percentage. Crimson couldn’t be a 19 year old, they were doing so much wrong, so much destruction and at such young age.

No, Logan was just overthinking that probability. It was just a coincidence.

He walked towards the classroom, once inside he went towards his desk. Students were taking to each other, sleeping or listening to music. Some of them notice their teacher getting the markers out and went to sit in their own desks. Logan greeted everyone in a kind and energetic way, only to get a monotone greeting and groan.

-You could at least pretend to have energy. What, the coffee machine stopped working? - Logan said with a smile

Some students giggled. He can understand their not very passionate greet, it was 7:30 am; class should had started 30 minutes ago but Logan lets his students have those extra minutes to try to wake up. It doesn’t always work though. No class should start this early, but what can he do?

-Alright. I’ll check your attendance, so pay attention- He called out.

Name after name, each student said either a “Here” or a groan. Whatever sound coming from the very tired and sleep deprived students would count to Logan and he would place a mark next to their names.

-Liberato, Elliot- Logan called out the name. He didn’t get an answer, which wasn’t unusual, Elliot was often asleep or listening to music while resting their head in the desk. Logan look up from his list and looked at the empty desk.

Students looked at the desk, some of them who are closed to Elliot mumbled, sharing looks and shrugs. “Odd…” Logan thought. Elliot has never missed a class. Sure, they had few absences due to not paying attention when they got called, but other than that, they would always be there.

Logan continued calling out all the names until he finished, then told his students to read the copies he got for them last class and excuse himself from the classroom. He went towards the office, sometimes students would leave a constancy or a message for the teacher so the absence wouldn’t hurt their final grade.

Most of the teachers wouldn’t even care about the constancies, thinking it is only an excuse for being lazy and miss class. Logan did care about his students, and knew certain circumstances could and would affect them outside of their control, so he makes sure to give a little extra help if anything of the sorts occurred, but the students needed to present something that made sure it was completely necessary to miss a class.

Once he got to the office, he asked for any message or constancy from Elliot. The secretary didn’t had any of those things, Logan thanked the secretary and left towards his class. He stopped in the corridor and took out his phone to check if he got any email from the student, his mail box was empty. He got to his class, several students were talking instead of reading. Typical.

-Alright, go back to your desks and continue reading- Logan said as he pointed at a couple students who were sat over their desks. Everyone returned and continue reading.

Logan sat down at his desk and organize his notes. He glance at the empty desk. What were the odds of capturing Crimson and suddenly one of Logan’s best students wasn’t there? Odd. And, if true, heartbreaking.

NOON:

Last class of the day was dismissed; Virgil was more than happy, it was one he hated after all.

Instead of telling Logan or Gregory, since they probably were in class, he decided to walk home. It was common for Virgil to do so, he knew all the streets pretty well and frequently used the public transportation. And it’s totally not because he goes at night fighting minor criminals and leaving the crime scene as fast as possible.

Virgil walked out of the campus and across the street towards a café. He didn’t exactly like it there, the coffee really sucked and the ambience was shit, but since his favorite place was down for the moment he didn’t had other options. The only good thing from that place were the pastries, for some reason pastries were not the specialty there. The person owning the place was very dumb or had too much faith in the horrible and poor excuse of coffee. Virgil could say that place made him very bitter.

He got the establishment and order a chocolate muffin. It looked grey, literally. As if someone stole very grey clouds and paste them to the walls. The first time Virgil got there he thought it was in renovations, but in reality, that was the aesthetic they decided to get.

Once he got his muffin and left. Virgil started walking while eating his chocolate muffin, he took out his phone and started scrolling through his social media. There were some pictures and artwork of several heroes, he always thought it was cute how some people show appreciation through art. Sometimes he even finds artwork for Mender, which makes him feel good and flustered. He closes the app to open Tumblr and starts scrolling down his dash; talking about fanart, Virgil has been looking through some pictures about an angel and a demon. He doesn’t know which show are those characters from but he finds them pretty awesome and the art is always amazing and really, really, really gay.

-Wow, this is gay- he chuckles between bites.

Virgil continue walking when a sudden explosion caught his attention, making him drop the rest of his muffin and cover his ears. He look up and looked around, in the other side of the street there was a bank with smoke and panicked people coming out of it. Virgil frown and ran towards an alley, hiding behind a dumpster, he took off his hoodie and put it in his backpack, leaving it in the ground. Then he looked at the black belt he was wearing and with a push of a button in the center, tiny particles started to cover him up until his superhero uniform was complete.

He ran out of the alley and towards the bank, people were still running and screaming in terror, whatever or whoever was there it sure terrified everyone. Virgil, now Mender, enter the bank looking around in a cautious manner. He saw people on the floor, their eyes were glowing with a green spiral and wouldn’t move at all. Mender got close to one of them and pressed his fingers in their forehead, physically they were fine but they wouldn’t snap out of whatever trance they were in.

A sudden fit of laughter drag his attention towards the vaults, Mender stood up and walked carefully towards the cackles. The few people who weren’t in trance were still curled up, hiding under the counters. He got close to them and made them leave as quietly as possible, the people mouth a thank you when they passed beside him. Mender made sure they were out before getting closer.

He had a clear view of the vault. In the middle of the vault there was a man laughing, his attire looked like something a pompous prince would use. His garb and pants were completely black, he was also wearing…high heels?

Several ornaments were silver, except for a big almost transparent image of an octopus in his garb, which was a dark green, the tentacles surrounded the arms of the villain; it also seem he had… glitter all over his attire, as if a child throw a big bag of the finest glitter over him. A masquerade was covering his face, it was black with silver painting, with a couple feathers and a broken crown glued to it.

- Isn’t this a huge BOOTY?!- The man laughed while holding 2 bags together.

Mender moved his hand towards his belt to grab one of the gadgets, but suddenly felt a hand over his shoulder and a strong shock all over his body. It was a painful feeling, he thought he was going to die from it. He dropped to the ground hugging himself.

-Is this the best hero they got!? – Another man groan –How are we supposed to be well known and feared when they don’t even send the best of the best?- He then kick Mender in his side, making him lay in the ground.

Mender’s view was blurry, but he could see the other man walk over him. He wore black pants, boots with also high heels (what was wrong with this two?), his garb was white with golden ornaments, he wore red gloves and he was also wearing a masquerade but it was red with golden trimmings and a crown. It looked cleaner than the other man’s mask.

-Come on, brother! Cheer up! We can go buy whatever you want with this pair!- He hold the bags closer and moved his shoulders in a suggestive way. Mender was healing himself discreetly.

-Could you act more mature for once?- The other man said

-You want mature? Sure! DICKS! BALLS! CU- The man with both bags is cut off by a tiny shock from the other man. –OUCH!-

-Let’s just leave already, shall we?-

Mender manage to stood up and block their way out, to the surprise of both villains.

-Are you two new or what? - Mender said in a pissed off manner.

-Shit!! Didn’t you shock him? - Asked the man with the green attire, taken aback.

-I did!- The other man said, almost offended. –How are you standing up?!- He yelled.

-Why would I tell you, prep? - Mender sneered.

The man with black attire chuckled while the man in white gasped. – I AM A PRINCE, YOU EMO NIGHTMARE!- He charge his hand with electricity while Mender grabbed the yellow gadget from his belt. He throw it in the villains’ direction, the man with white attire hold back the attack and pushed his brother out of away. The man closed his eyes and covered himself waiting for that thing to explode or something, but nothing happened. He looked at Mender and laughed.

-Is that the best you have?! You’re pathetic- He raised his hand towards Mender and tried to summon electricity, he notices nothing coming from his hands. Mender crossed his arms and smirk.

-What’s the matter, princey? - Mender asked mischievous.

The man looked at his brother in bewilderment, they were confused and slightly afraid. The green attire man let go of the bags he was holding and ran towards Mender. Mender was thrown aback and quickly tried to hold on one of his gadgets, the villain was closed and he was waiting for a punch that never came. The green attire man placed a hand over his eyes and a green light was the only thing Mender saw.

Suddenly it was completely dark, Mender was walking in a dark street, and a fade light above him was the only source he had to see around. He felt several hands all over him, dragging him away from someone who was screaming his name and trying to get him. Then he saw how the man was being kicked and punch severely by other man. Mender was screaming horrified while still being dragged until everything was consumed by darkness.

Mender fell to his knees, he was sitting in the floor crying and panicking. The green attired villain sigh in relief while his brother was still confused.

-Ro?- The man asked the white attired man.

-Let’s go before he gets up again-

Both man grabbed 2 bags each of money and ran out of there, only the white attire man looking behind him for a few seconds before leaving the crime scene. Some minutes passed and 2 heroes got there, one chased the villains while the other walked inside the bank to make sure people were alright and to look for damages. She went towards each and every person and tried to wake them up from their stupor without avail. She then opt for throwing a bit of water in their faces which seem to work well, getting some very confused looks and a scream of horror before calming down.

She then walked towards the vault cautiously, finding Mender sat down without responding.

-Mender? - she said surprised, recognizing the young hero. She walked towards him. –Are you alright? Mender?- She crouch besides him and saw he was in the same state like the others victims so she splash a bit of water in his face and he was thrown aback, looking around in a complete panic.

-Wh-What??- His eyes were full of tears. Besides him, he saw the young hero from the other day, the girl with hydrokinesis?

-Are you ok, Mender? - She asked worried.

-I…I think so… Uh…- He tried to stand up but his legs were wobbling, she stood up and let her hand out so he could hold it, Mender hold it. –I’m… Sorry… I-I didn’t catch your… name- he said embarrassed.

-Real one or hero one? - She smiled

- Non … - He said rubbing his head, trying to get rid of the nightmarish sensation.

-Well, hero Flow at your service, Mr. Mender- She said cheerfully while extending her hand.

-Don’t call me Mr…I’m not that old…-He said with a half chuckle taking her hand. She smiled warmly.

Both heard the voices of the other victims so Flow ran out of the vault to attend to them. Mender stayed for a moment, looking around. They didn’t steal as much as he thought but that didn’t impede the guilt to crawl in his chest.

The villains got away, and it was his fault.

Flow made sure everyone was fine before starting with the questions, Mender walked towards her and the other people. The victims were confused and shaken, some were saying how they were feeling fear and paralyzed, others said it was like a never ending nightmare.

The other hero, named Bright Raven, flew over the bank. His body was covered in with light until he landed in the entrance. He went towards Flow and told her something before going towards Mender, who was attending a guard that was shocked by the villain in the white attire. Once the young hero finished, she walked away after saying “thank you”. Bright Raven got closer and placed a hand on Mender’s back making him jolt in surprise.

-Chill, M. It’s just me- said the hero.

Mender let out an exhale -Hey…-

Bright Raven sit down next to the young hero. The both looked at Flow while she was doing her job.

-She is very social…- Said Mender. –Did Dot assign her to you?-

-Yeah, she is very quirky but nice- Bright Raven said with a kind smile. He then looked at Mender while the other hero looked at the group of people. –She told me you were in trance-

Mender flinched. And look down embarrassed.

-Vee, are you ok? - The other hero asked, concern showing in his voice.

-Yeah- He said standing up.

-Hey- Bright Raven stood up and hold his arm. –It’s ok if you aren’t-

-I’m fine, N. - Mender said numbly –Let me go-

-You know I need to tell L about this, right? - He said in a serious manner.

-Don’t- Mender looked directly at his eyes.

-You know you shouldn’t be doing this alone, you didn’t call for back up- the older hero said without letting go.

Mender manages to pull his arm out of his grip. –Since when did you turn into a pain in the ass? – He groan and mumbled –First dad, then Dee, now you?-

-Vee- the other hero gets interrupted

-Not a word about this- Mender said pointing a finger at the other. He lower his face and looked down –Please-

Nate sighed. –Fine, but don’t do it again. You could have hurt yourself…Those two villains… they are a royal pain in the ass-

The older hero walked towards the group of people, Flow was already finishing up the questioning, all written down in a notebook she had.

“She came prepared for this? How cute.” Mender thought.

He walked out of the building and ran quickly, trying to avoid being looked by other people and the press. He went to the alley and got his backpack, he press the button in his belt and his suit was put away. Virgil rest his back in the wall and tried to take deep breaths, he was aghast. He didn’t expect this two villains to be so dangerous, he could have seriously been hurt way worse than any other time he tried to fight other villains.

However, the nightmare he has had for a while was clearer. Virgil felt he was close to knowing who was the man screaming his name. Now he knew it wasn’t Logan, he didn’t looked like Logan at all. If it was his “real” father, maybe he could search for him. It’s not that he doesn’t love Logan or that he wasn’t enough, but Virgil was and is curious to know where he came from. The story he was told about how he was found was weird, it was as if he came out of nowhere. He wanted to know more about his past and who his real father was.

Maybe if he fights this villains again and lets the green attire villain to trance him, he could get a clearer image of the man’s face… That’s the worst idea he has had ever… He should head home now, before any other shocking surprise happens…

NIGHT:

At sundown, the heroes were at home. Logan was grading his students’ homework from last week in his office, while Virgil was in his bedroom decompressing from that day. He didn’t tell anyone what had happened and hope he wasn’t taken any photo. By now, they all ate and went on with their normal routines.

At 8, Logan would head out to the association and be back at 11 pm if there was nothing to be done or was forced by Dot to go home. Virgil would stay at least at 12 am trying to sleep and failing in the process, grabbing his phone and scrolling through tumblr. Now, the only one missing was Gregory, he usually would sleep the rest of the day away right after school or he would do any kind of chore around the department to avoid doing homework. He wasn’t very consistent on certain things, the only predictable thing he does is walking in the park at night.

Gregory grabbed his backpack and got out of the department, taking his keys with him. Most of the time he would walk around with no direction, just to decompress, other times he would bring his homework or a book and sit down in a bench. At midnight people would usually be at home, but not him. For some reason, he loved being in the darkness and reading with the help of the fade street light.

It was very dark except for the street lights that were glowing. Some had the distinctive orange hue of old age while others seem to be replaced by the white light. The night was the perfect temperature and no person was in sight, he went and sat down in a bench and took out one of Logan’s favorite books. He was ready to finish up the rest of “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” when suddenly his phone buzzed. Thinking it was one of the other heroes or the association he picked it up, frowning at the name that appeared over the text. Gregory left it by his side and tried to concentrate in the book, but the phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Several messages took for Gregory to pick it up again and send an “Alright” before putting the book back in his bag and walking away from the park.

It wasn’t that late, at least around 9 or 10 pm, so taxis should still be around. Gregory waited in the sidewalk next to a taxi’s stops. He extended his arm when he saw one car approaching, the taxi slow down and stopped completely in front of him. The doors were unlocked and Gregory got inside.

-To where?- The driver asked.

-A bar call ¨The Others¨- Gregory said politely.

The driver nodded, he started the record and drove away while Gregory scrolled through his phone, checking his twitter for any kind of news or to see a post from any of the people he follows.

The news of the bank robbery pop up in his phone, a lot of people were talking about it and retweeting it. Gregory looked one tweet that had a link to the news article, he press it and he went to the web page. He looked through the pictures taken of the crime scene, there were no casualties but there was a lot of damage that would need to be taken care of. After scrolling more he looked at the pictures of Bright Raven (Nate) and Flow (Oh, the new girl…Morgan was it?). They seem to have taken care of the problem, except that no villain was caught. Gregory frown, he started to read one of the paragraphs describing how the heroes were late to stop the pair of villains who assaulted several people and manage to escape with at least 4 bags of money.

He looked through more photos to see which villains were, there was only one picture of the criminals that was taken by an amateur, it only showed one of the villains but it was good enough. Gregory could see the black attire and the masquerade as well as a mustache, the villain looked like a bad guy from one of those old western movies where the villain wore a black hat and looked disheveled.

He continue scrolling and read one quote of one the victims. It said:

¨All this suppose heroes are useless!! The first hero couldn’t even fight back and the other 2 got late!! They have only one job and they can’t do it properly! ¨

Gregory raised an eyebrow in confusion. ¨3 heroes were at the bank?¨ he thought. He looked around the page to search if there was any picture of the other hero. In text, the first hero was mention a couple times but no name or picture was given. ¨That´s weird… I´d have to ask Nate tomorrow. ¨

The taxi parked in the front of the bar.

-That’d be 10.56- the driver said, looking at him through the mirror.

-Thanks- Gregory said while taking out 11 dollars, he gave it to the driver and he got off. The taxi drove away.

The street was really dark, the street light weren’t enough to light the whole place. The bar was a different story. It had a big bright neon sign and several white lamps illuminating the entrance. You could see this place from afar like it was a lighthouse. Music was so loud it could be heard from outside and several people were leaving the place very intoxicated.

Gregory sighed and walked towards the entrance where he was stopped by the security guard.

-ID?- the security guard asked.

Gregory took out his wallet to get his ID, he show it to the security guard who gave him a wary glare before letting him enter. The hero walked between the people who were dancing to the music playing in the background, it was very uncomfortable due to some being very intoxicated or sweaty or both.

He continue walking until he got the bar and sat down in one of the stools. Gregory looked around and saw the people dancing while screaming incoherent non sense, probably trying to sing the lyrics of the song. In the darkest parts of the establishment, some people were actually talking in individual tables.

-What can I get you?- Gregory jumped from the sudden sound. In the waves of loud noises, the server’s voice pierced through all.

-Just water- he said composing himself. The server went away and came back with a glass of cold water.

Before Gregory could sip the cold drink, a hand smacked his back and it was accompanied with a loud yell.

-GURL! What is this nonsense!?-

Gregory cough up the water that now was in his lungs and tried to look to his side. A man with a white ripped shirt and jeans, wearing a pair of sunglasses was sitting next to him, smiling mischievously. He was holding a jacket over his shoulder.

-4 shots! And a sex in the beach- said in a cheerful tone.

The server smiled and rolled their eyes and went ahead to do the order.

-Wow… You really don’t want to get home tonight…- Gregory said still coughing lightly, cleaning the water with a napkin.

-What are you talking ‘bout? The 4 shots are for you!- said the man, still smiling. His back was towards the server and was looking at the people dancing around.

-Thanks, but no- Gregory said while drinking water carefully, glancing over the guy for any kind of surprise.

-Come on!! You used to shove a whole bottle! What happened to the fun Deceit?- He almost yelled.

Gregory shoot a glare at him, placing the water down.

-I sometimes wonder how we’re even alive. A presume your identity is known by everyone in the city at this point- he glared seriously at the man.

-They wished! I change people’s lives for the best!- he said sitting to look at the server, who brought the drinks and placed them in front of both men.

-Here ya’ go, babe!- The man pushed the shots towards Gregory who kept glaring daggers. The other man started drinking his beverage as if it was the last. He placed his half empty glass down and looked at Gregory who was still glaring and not grabbing any shot.

-FINE! I guess I’ll drink by myself tonight! - He hold one of the shots and shove it down, coughing afterwards and laughing.

-Why did you wanted to see me, Remy?- Gregory asked unamused and annoyed.

Remy looked at him, taken aback by the tone. –Can’t I just call up my little old ex-partner in crime and hang out in our favorite spot?- He smiled cheerfully.

- No, this is way too risky - He said while looking at his water.

The other man gave an airy laugh. –If it was that risky, you wouldn’t have come Mr. Reformed- Remy laughed while mixing one of the shots in his beverage. Gregory pulled his drink away and gave Remy his cold water.

-Hey!- Remy yelled. –I was drinking that!!-

-Not anymore- Gregory hold the drink and took a sip, wincing at the taste, it was bitter and strong.

-Sheesh- Remy said while drinking the water slowly. They sit there, the sound of the music and chats surrounding them.

There was nothing much to talk about, they have known each other for a while. Always sticking up and taking care of each other; some friendships would end when one takes another path in life, but not this one.

Remy wasn’t happy at all to know his best friend was capture, practically stripped away from him, and hell knows he was not at all happy when Gregory was now playing for the good guys. Gregory did tried to convince Remy to turn around a new leaf but he wouldn’t budge. After several fights from both sides, they just gave up on fighting each other. They didn’t find any pleasure on doing so anyway.

Remy knew he was still his friend after Gregory let him, well Sleep, escape after one of his robbery plans went wrong. Some heroes were already suspicious of Gregory, they didn’t buy that the villain knock him out. His powers should have been enough to defeat the bad guy, but he didn’t. From that point on, Gregory and Remy had to find ways to see each other. They still maintain communication through calls and messages, but they couldn’t go anyplace together in fear of putting each other in danger. At least Gregory feared that, Remy didn’t give a fuck whether he was caught or not, he find tricky ways to slip out of the law’s grip. It wasn’t exactly a surprise Remy wanted to hang out or something of the sorts, but his insistence on the matter was what made Gregory accept to meet up.

Now, if something Gregory knows very well about the both of them is that they like their drinks. He had stopped drinking when Logan caught him in the act. He had to learn other ways to cope from his past situations, Gregory actually got better on that matter so it wasn’t that bad. Remy did had more control than him, however, when a difficult or really bad situation arrived, he would drink and drink until he was blackout drunk instead of talking about what was troubling him.

-What’s wrong? - Gregory said firmly.

-What? - Remy looked at his friend with a half-smile, a bit surprised by the question.

-What’s wrong? – Gregory asked again. -You wanted to see me all of the sudden and you tried to get alcohol poison a few minutes ago-

-It was just a drink and 2 shots!! By the way, mine!- Remy went to hold one of the shots but Gregory hit his hand. Remy rolled his eyes and went to grab the water instead.

-Remy- He hold his friend’s shoulder. –What’s wrong? - He looked at him in his eyes, his tone was serious and he had a concern look. Remy notice the expression in his friend’s face, he then looked away and to the glass of water. He was quiet for a moment. He gulped.

-Something is going to happen…- Remy said stumbling through his words.

-What?-

-I heard your friends capture Crimson- Remy stated, nonchalantly. His face reflect numbness.

-Yeah, they did- Gregory said. He wanted to tell him about the whole ordeal, but he couldn’t disclose any information due to Remy’s gossipy nature.

-You should have done so sooner…- Remy started to sip the water.

-What do you mean?- Gregory replied quickly, baffled by that respond. He waited for Remy to place the glass down.

-He hasn’t talked yet?- Remy kept his eyes on the glass.

-No… L- He paused. -Syllogism was supposed to question him tonight or tomorrow…- So close, even saying a name could be dangerous.

-Well… Let’s just say, the bad guy he was working for is really fucked up…- Remy said with a nervous chuckle.

-I need you to be clearer than that, Rem…-

-Look, I’d tell you more but I really don’t know much about this boss guy. One time one of his zombies got in my house, Greg. MY HOUSE! I don’t even know how they knew who I was or where I lived- He passed his hand through his hair, and shuffled it.

“His”? So it’s a man...

-What do you mean by zombie? What did he wanted?- Gregory asked, paying close attention to what his friend was saying.

- The zombie guy wasn’t talking. He had a loudspeaker stick to his chest. He looked really, really fucking pale, and his eyes were sky blue. Not like normal blue eyes, his eyes were glowing blue. It was fucking creepy, he was acting like a fucking zombie. GOD, IT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD! - Remy shook his hands as if to get rid of the chills sensation.

-What did he wanted?-

-He wanted me to work for him, to use my powers to bring people somewhere. He didn’t say a location, I had to agree before he said anything else- He hold the glass of water closely.

-Did you accept?!- Gregory was confused and worried.

-FUCK NO! HE WAS BEING A CREEP! WHO IN THE FUCK GETS IN YOUR BEDROOM AT 2 IN THE MORNING!?- Remy shivered. –At least he didn’t insist and went away. Still! I had to move the fuck away from there, fuck that!!-

-I suppose you don’t know why he is kidnapping people…- Gregory asked almost disappointed to not know more information.

-From what I’ve heard from other… Comrades…- He said almost in a mumbled. –He wants to do like… An army of sorts… I mean, I could see it in his messenger but no one knows why he needs it- Remy then drink more water and put it in front of his friend.

-Alright…- Gregory said, it was a lot of information to process.

At least they got one villain out of the streets, but if what Remy is said was completely true, and not a very bad hallucination with a type of drug, then somewhere, out there in the city, was a very creepy, dangerous man planning to strike. Why, how, where and when were the questions that aren’t going to get a clear answer that night. They had to wait and see.

–I’m glad you text me for this… If you need protection or anything I could try to convince Logan to help you out…- Gregory stated and sip the mixed drink a bit.

Remy turned his head slowly and a wide smile started to form in his face -…Who’s Logan…?-

FUCK. –No one…- He said nonchalantly.

-Is it one of your hero friends?- He gasped – Is he hot?-

Gregory started to blush. –No! He’s just a friend!-

-Bitch, song as old as time! You can’t deceive your best friend, I know all your dirty secrets and can read you like an open book!- Remy laughed. As quick as the tension came, as quick as it dissipated.

Gregory was blushing profusely and banged his head in the counter, he covered himself with his arms while his friend was laughing. The sound of the bar was very alive; the lights were very shiny and people were still drinking and dancing, everyone was in their own business. Time was passing by, and both friends were now catching up in their usual lives, their normal lives. No hero duty, no villainy plots. Just life itself.

Gregory and Remy drank the two last shots in one quick swung before they had to part ways again, back to their work, studies, hero and villain lives. They should hang out more frequently, Gregory would be lying if he say he didn’t miss the old days. He was very happy where he was, Virgil and Logan were also his friends now too but Remy was his friend first and it did sting a bit to not see him as frequently as they used to. At least Remy knows when to step out of trouble, and that gave Gregory some sort of comfort.

Prologue/ CH 1/ CH 2 / CH 3 / CH 4

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atomicwedgienerd · 5 years

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A Family Resemblance

CW: Scat, incest, everything else. You’ve been warned. This was a collaboration with Smelliot the Slob, who is probably as dorky and gross in real life as the victims in the story.

Elliot came downstairs into the large living room. The room was split into the lounge area and kitchen in one room. In the corner he could see his father, Dan in the corner instructing one of his private clients. Reaching into the fridge Elliot pulled out the milk and poured himself a large glass before taking a long swig of it.

Dan counted off on his hands as the patron was on the ground doing a pushup. "Come on! Keep pushing! Don't give up now man, you don't want to end up flabby do you?"

“It’s hard Dan!” The patron said as he struggled. He looked up and saw Elliot. Everyone saw the patron as just an out of shape middle aged man but none could see him for what he really was. A being of pure chaos who could shape reality just using his words. This time, his target was Dan, the hottest personal trainer in town and his equally hot son Elliot. “This must be your son! There’s definitely a family resemblance!”

Elliot smiled and gave a thumbs up "Alright dude."

Dan turned and smiled "Yes, very proud of my boy, and he and I worked hard for our bodies. You can too. It is hard, but the rewards are worth it, so keep pushing!"

“I am!” said the patron. “Maybe if you were wearing your glasses you could see how hard I was trying” A pair of thick hornrimmed glasses appears on an end table. Elliot frowned at this but Dan just reaches over to the end table to grab his glasses and slide them on his face. "Since when did you wear glasses dad?"

Dan threw a bewildered look at his son. "I've always worn glasses." This caused Elliot to mimic Dan's bewildered expression.

“Whew Dan! Could you close your mouth?” begged the patron. “Those crooked yellow teeth are so hard to look at and your breath is so foul I bet your son can smell it from across the room!”

Elliot frowned. “Watch your tone buddy!" Clearly the lad was getting upset at someone insulting his dad, although he did a double take as he saw his dad’s now yellowed teeth.

"Well I need to open it to keep you motivated. Maybe it will motivate you to work harder."

“P.U.! That’s an awfully condescending tone for someone with such a big gut too!”

Elliots eyes widened in shock as he saw his father bloat up, gaining layer upon layer of fat, thighs thickening along with his arms, a large flabby gut pushing out. "What the fuck!?" Elliot quickly started to go for the phone presumably to dial 911. Dan patted his stomach. "Mm, but I am proud of my belly, you want to get rid of yours."

“Honestly I think that’s about all I have in me for today. Didn’t you say you wanted to show me the computers you had been building in the gym you turned into a study?”

Dan nodded and started to waddle off with you following him. Elliot however had other plans. "What the hell is going on!?" He asks aloud, phone in his hand. "Someone explain or I am calling 911."

“Oh please you’re just as clumsy as your old man!” the patron laughed. Dan stumbled and tripped over his own feet and Elliot, in a moment of unusual clumsiness, dropped his phone right into the sink full of dishes. Elliot swore as he fished for the phone but it was ruined as it came out.

"What are you doing?" Elliot asked as Dan got his balance back.

“I’m just hanging out with my friend Dan, which is honestly pretty charitable on my part. After all, he may have stopped working out and put on a lot of weight, but he still has the body odor and sweatiness of an entire weightlifting team.”

Dan sniffed at his armpits, smelling his sweaty BO. "Man, I do smell bad don't I?" Elliot had to cover his nose as the room became overpowered by it.

"You're doing something to him! Fine, if I can't call the police I'll go get help." He marches towards the door with purpose.

“Aw but you’ve always liked guys who stink terribly I thought,” the patron said with a grin.

Elliot has stopped covering his nose and is clearly breathing normally. "I mean...sure it's nice but you can't be changing my dad."

“Oh don’t worry, I’m doing more than that. Say, did you happen to pick up your old man’s lice shampoo?”

"I did but...hey wait, since when does dad have lice?" He asked as he saw his dad was now scratching at his hair.

“Since forever! The shampoo doesn’t even really do anything other than leave his hair super greasy but we have to keep trying. That’s what your father told me anyways, even though it took forever with his terrible stutter!”

"I just wish it didn't make his hair greasy." Elliot commented as Dan's hair became very greasy. "and dad you really should see a speech therapist."

Dan nodded. "Y-you got t-t-t-hat right sss-ss-son."

“I don’t know why you’re so concerned. I heard you liked greasy haired fatsos with lice and stutters”

Elliot’s face flushed red and he was glad his lower body was obscured by the counter (“Whatcha hiding there Elliot? I bet it’s a big old hard on just like your dad always has. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man cum his pants as often as your father”

The front of Dans pants grew damp as Elliot’s face flushed some more. "Its uh...I just woke up, I had an intense dream." He lied, a little ashamed that his father got him aroused.

“It’s a good thing your dad only wears these cheap thrift store khakis and white socks all the time or it would be a shame that he’s constantly wetting himself. At least they look nice with his button down and suspenders!”

Elliot’s mouth fell open at his dads new outfit. "He looks ridiculous like that!" He says as Dan plays with his suspenders and straightens his bow tie.

“Oh please,” laughed the patron. “Everyone knows this is the hottest way a man can dress. And the pants are so cheap, it doesn’t even matter if your dad is usually carrying a few turds in the back”

Elliot blinked as something came over him. "I mean, at least he's dressing in something attractive...despite the shit and piss."

“Come on, the shit and piss make him unique and kind of even hotter!”

Elliot bit his lower lip as he turned around, hoping to stop his large erection. The patron grinned and continued to weave a new reality with his words.

“But I mean you would expect someone to shit themselves every once in a while considering that Dan—errr Dilbert here never stops farting. Phew, it smells like someone threw a hundred hard boiled eggs in a dumpster on a hot summer day in here!”

Dilbert let out a loud smelly fart as a log of shit filled his underwear. Elliots nostrils flared heard the fart, but did not complain about the stench. "Yeah..." he stated nervously.

“Wow” the patron said as he finally peered insides Dilbert’s computer room. “This is the nerdiest room I’ve ever seen, well not counting the rest of the your house I mean. I’ve never seen someone with so many comic books, fantasy novels, and empty pizza boxes!”

Dilbert nodded proudly. "I l-l-love my c-c-c-c-comics! I also a-a-dore pizza. B-b-but I need to u-use my z-z-z-zit cream after eating it to a-a-a-void breakout out."

“Oh yeah it was such a mistake to shave your beard, Dilbert. Your skin broke out so bad after that. Plus look at how bad your insanely large ears and nose look without the beard to distract!”

Dan's beard quickly pulled into his now softer jaw as his skin breaks out in bad acne, white headed zits appearing over his face as his ears got larger and started to stick out. With a snort his nose inflated to a pudgy schnoz.

“And honestly Dilbert, I think you should talk to your orthodontist because considering how big and clunky your headgear is, those two giant buck teeth should be looking better by now”

Dilbert’s cheeks blushed and he adjusted a screw on his braces. "I c-c-cant help it" he whined quite pathetically before his belly rumbled, he let out a loud belch right into your face, the smelly fishy breath was heavy with the scent of pizza and fast food.

“Aw well hopefully there’s a man that appreciates all this out there somewhere. I know how desperate you are for a boyfriend!”

Dilbert looked down at the floor as the front of his pants grow wet again and the smell of urine filled the air. "But w-w-who would d-d-date a l-l-l-losher like me." He looked sad when he admitted he was a loser.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there who is into disgusting dweebs like you.” The patron looked up with a grin at Elliot. “Say don’t you think it’s time your son got his favorite meal. A hot pocket that got your cum and piss all over it?”

The patron’s words made this a reality and Elliot shrugged as if it was normal. "I am pretty hungry dad..." With that Dilbert waddled over and stuck a hot pocket into the microwave. After a few minutes he pulled out the turnover and put it down on the floor. Pulling out his smaller, but hard dick he proceeds to piss over it, a little jerking and globs of cum also cover the treat. He places it down in front of his son who just picks up a knife and fork and starts to take bites.

“Wow Elliot you sure look hungry! I bet it’s from looking at all those posters up in your room. Of those pretty ladies? No wait, that’s not right, you have posters of fat nerds, guys covered in their own pee and cum, ugly pimple faced four eyes, isn’t that right?”

Elliots cheeks burn as he takes another bite, it was true, but he didn't want to show that he was embarassed about it. So he decided to downplay it. "Yeah, I'm into fat nerds. What of it?"

“It just seems like considering your father, it must be kind of a bummer that you aren’t one too. I mean he’s so pathetic and you’re this hot perfect jock. It must just be unbearable not having inherited his extremely geeky genes. It must just drive you nuts. Plus according to your journal, it looks like no matter how hard you beat off, you can’t cum. I bet that’s because you know you need to be a total nerd first.”

Elliot took another bite, this time slower and more thoughtful. "Yeah....dad says I take after mom. I mean look at him. Look at what a loser he is. Who wouldn't want that?"

“I bet you pray every night to become a loser like him. I bet you would give up everything for a chance at that huh?”

"You bet I would! I even looked into a laser eye surgery to see if they'd ruin my vision. Sadly they weren't interested, nor was the plastic surgeon. Besides, dad is lonely now, he has no one."

“Yeah I mean compared to your dad, you’re so cool. Even with the nerdiest bedroom I’ve ever seen. And your bedroom is so so dorky. Dirty clothes everywhere. Three computers. Chess club trophies. Pokémon sheets. It’s amazing you’re as jacked as you are considering how much you love chess.”

"Well, they are online chess trophies. My room is an expression of who I wish I was. Even dad gets jealous. I tell my friends I have a cool room and I play my guitar every night. Well...its not a guitar. It's an accordion."

“Yeah your dad told me you basically never stop playing accordion. That it’s one of the only ways to drown out the noise of your incessant farts.”

A large blasting fart escaped from Elliot's rear, filling the already smelly room with his own gas. "It was no surprise, they did say the chronic flatulence was hereditary."

“The farts are one thing but hoowee the rest! Your BO and halitosis put your father’s to shame.”

"Well, I hate taking showers...and eating these special hot pockets don't help my halitosis. Not that I don't want them, they are my favourite!"

“I know and considering they’re all you eat, it’s no wonder you’ve inherited your father’s.... rather ample physique.”

As the patron’s words changed Elliot’s body, he pat his new belly as he sat there changed, a lardass like his father. “Mmm, I know! I'm a fussy eater...its embarassing you don't need to rub it in."

“Not as embarrassing as the way you rub all the piss from your pants in your hair all the time. It just makes you stink worse and, despite what you read on the web, it’s not gonna do anything to help your lice problem.”

Elliot’s belly rumbled and he lets out a loud fart as his hair grows greasy and lice infested. Reaching into his pants he cups his hand and pisses into it. "But the website said it helped with lice." With that he wet his hair with the piss he cupped.

“The only effect it seems to be having is making your skin break out worse and worse and worse. God you have bigger pimples than even your father does!”

A grin crossed Elliot’s face. "A side effect I didn't expect but I am delighted about. Even if it doesn't help my lice, if it helps keep these zits, just try and stop me."

“I don’t wanna stop you or get anywhere near those zits. I bet they’re so bad because you like squirting the zit pus into a glass and drinking it. That can’t be good for your skin.”

Elliot licked his lips as the patron’s words became law. “Mm, I am thirsty...and I've been milking these babies for months. I'm due a treat." He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a jug with a label reading 'Elliots zit pus, DO NOT TOUCH'. He lifted it to his lips and took some gulps before returning it to the fridge.

“Yeah I mean why do you think I’m wearing rubber boots? Gotta protect myself from the inches of piss, cum, shit and pus that are just sloshing around on your floor!”

Elliot blushed. ”That’s thanks to dad, and sometimes I miss the jar. It’s why I am wearing rubber boots too." A loud fart rumbled from his rear, the heavy aroma stinging the patron’s nostrils

“Wow, well you really do outpace your father in terms of fart stink. And BO. And halitosis. You really do smell terrible. It’s a bummer you can’t close your mouth with those giant yellow buck teeth with the huge gap between them.”

Elliot grinned as the patron brought up his overbite. His front teeth almost looked like fangs with the space between them. "Dad jokes you could drive a train through the gap."

“I mean combined with your giant nose and those big ears, you really look like such a geek. Not that you’d know it since you don’t even have your glasses on. Where did they go? Ah!” The patron sees them sitting in a puddle of cum and piss, the lenses several inches thick and the frames more duct tape than plastic at this point.

Elliot shivered and rubbed at his fat nose, it was even bigger than his dad’s. He absentmindedly wiggled his ears as his vision blurred. "Can you see them? Where did I put them? I'm blind as a bat without them!”

“They’re down there. By your feet. I won’t pick them up so don’t even ask. Besides your tight little nasal passages make your voice so whiny that I can barely stand to hear it. It’s amazing you can breathe at all.”

With another rumble, Elliot opened his mouth letting out a loud belch. He leaned down, his breathing heavier as he picked up the glasses, and without even wiping them putsthem on his nose. "SNORT there we go. I'm always SNORT losing my glasshes, or SNORT breaking them."

“They’re in such bad shape, i imagine they’re a pair of your dads old glasses. Makes sense since you wear all of his clothes too. I’ve heard of hand me downs but you know you’re supposed to wash them right? Instead, you just put on his soiled clothes from the day before and go about your business.”

"We don't have a washing machine..." he adjusted the suspenders, the khaki shorts he was wearing clearly had a dried cum and piss stain on the front, and the back of them looked more brown than khaki. The button up shirt had food and piss stains on it as well as a collection of dried boogers here and there.

“It’s probably for the best considering you shit yourself much more frequently and with much bigger loads than your father does.”

A loud fart escaped him but Elliot seemed to follow through on this one as the back of his pants expanded a little and turned a deeper brown, the rear starting to steam a little from the shit. SPLOOSH...SPLASH, some remnants fell out of the the short legs and splashed in the room size puddle.

“God that smells so bad. Good thing your father had the foresight to name you Smelliot! He must have known you’d be like this.”

He chuckled but it turned more into a series of snorts. "Daddy likes to say I came out shitting so thus the name."

“And you’re so proud of it too. Is that why you’re always pulling your slimy shit stained underpants up into an atomic wedgie?”

"Oh SNORT yesh!" another fart escaped him, the splashing of shit hitting the liquid echoing around the room. "Although it's SNORT much more fun if SNORT it is someone else giving me a SNORT wedgie."

“Well gosh, that sounds like something that’s a perfect bonding activity for father and son.”

The patron turns to Dilbert, seeing he's been busy reading a comic book on the couch in his room, his feet gently disturbing the liquid on the floor. He let out a fart as a stream of yellow piss also slid down his left leg.

“Hey Dilbert. Isn’t it time for you and your son to give each other atomic wedgies so you can see who has the most shit caked undies?”

Dilbert tossed the comic onto the couch and got up, waddling over to Smelliot. A lump formed in the front of Smelliot’s khakis. Both seem to do this like it was a routine, each of them reaching into the others pants, getting a grip on their underwear, and then with a quick count down the two pull, the messy underwear being pulled up. At one time both were probably white but were now more a yellowish with brown stains. Smelliot’s undies were worse on account of them being hand me downs.

“Wow if it weren’t for the stink, I would say someone had poured a few gallons of mud in your pants Smelliot. You’re definitely outpacing your old man.”

Dilbert pouted but then let out a crooked yellow smile

"T-t-the d-d-d..." he took a breath. "d-d-d..." a fart escapes his rear as he also fills his pants with steamy shit, "d....doctorrs! did ss-s-say that the conditions are more s-s-severe for the of-of-ofsp-ofsp...the children"

"It's so nice to see a father and a son get along so well. Is it true that for snacks, you guys pick each others ears and noses and eat each other's boogers and earwax?"

Both nodded as Smelliot digs a fat finger into his fathers nose, a slimey snotty booger pops out and he licked it off, a grin crossing his face. "Y-you bet. B-besides the h-h-hot pockets, i-its all he'll eat."

"You're looking pretty hungry yourself, Dilbert. Didn't you say your son makes you a special pizza that you just can't resist?"

Dilbert rubbed his rumbly tummy and nodded. "Y-yes. I s-s-should c-call the pizza place."

Dilbert waddled over to the computer and booted up the EatingOut app, pulling up his previous order of two cheese pizzas. His history seemed to indicate he ordered this every day...

"Well you certainly have the body and cleanliness of a man who eats pizza every day! I'm excited to see what makes it so special!"

"T-they say it w-w-will be here in an h-h-hour." He stuttered as he pissed the front of his pants again.

An hour passed with the father and son feeding each other their boogers before the doorbell rang. Dilbert waddled, the last few steps cause him to blast a fart out into the room. Grabbing the doorknob he twisted it, the door swinging open. "H-h-h-h..salutations!"

The pizza delivery guy recoiled from the stench, almost ready to barf and bail.

"Ah good," said the patron. "I hear the pizza guy in this town loves nerds too and really loves watching you eat pizza so much, that he gives them to you for free!"

The pizza delivery guy laughed and handed the pizzas to Dilbert. "Oh yeah if you haven't seen the way these dorks eat pizza, you are in for a real shock."

Dilbert blushed as he saw the tent the man is now sporting. Carrying the pizza boxes over to Smelliot, Dilbert asked, "S-s-s-sss-smelliot? C-can you p-p-put daddy's f-favoruite toppings on?"

Smelliot smiled and nodded. "Oh SNORT yeth Daddy! I know SNORT how much you SNORT love it!" He put the pizzas down on the coffee table and opened them, sniffing them. Unhooking his suspenders he let the khakis fall into the wet puddles on the floor, and pulled down the front of his tightly-not-so-whities. All it took was a few jerks and he exploded cum all over the pizzas like a special sauce. Then he turned around and with a fart let globs of shit fall on the pizzas.

Dilbert smiled and took a deep sniff. “Mmm, smells delicious." He took up a slice that got nice and coated with his son's cum and shit and took a bite, munching happily.

The pizza delivery guy just chuckled and laughed. "Now you see why I don't even make them pay. I love seeing that!" The pizza delivery guy rubbed the front of his pants until he came in them and then headed back to his truck.

"H-h-he's alway s-s-s-so nice." Dilbert farted while Smelliot started to play his accordion expertly.

"Wow your accordion playing sounds so good Smelliot. Is it true that your father has learned to blast his massive farts in time with the music?"

Dilbert and Smelliot nodded and exchanged a look. Smelliot changes=d the tune to something a bit more upbeat. Dilbert started to let out farts of different sizes in tune with the music, creating an almost percussive backing to the accordion. Smelliot farted and shit his pants as he played, the farts starting to make the room smell absolutely foul. With a flourish and a long fart the two finished their routine.

"Well, that was just wonderful. You too are just so in synch! It's a real shame that you're both so lonely and unlucky in love. I know that your son loves big fat farting nerds, but is it true that you like them as well Dilbert?"

Dilbert noded and licked his lips "Mm, y-y-y-y affirmative! I love big fat loser nerds!" A smile crossed his face as he came in his pants.

"That's such a shame then that Smelliot is your son! Except, well, I mean it really doesn't matter does it? Love is love and you two ARE perfect for each other. And your son is an adult, albeit a pathetically nerdy shit stained one, so shouldn't he be able to date his own father if he wants to?"

Dilbert slowly nodded as if coming to a realisation. "S-s-s-ss-sure! L-love is love."

Smelliots eyes widened. "But SNORT..." a fart escaped him. "Incest is..." he was quickly interrupted.

"Incest is perfectly fine if it's what you really want Smelliot and you do want it. You both want it!"

The body language between father and son instantly changed. Both not looking at each other, exchanging side glances, but turning away whenever they met each others eyes. Gently Dilbert reached down and squeezed his son's hand. Smelliot farted and shit his pants. "D-daddy.."

“Y-y-you are such a p-p-p-pathetic dweeb." Dilbert said before pressing his puffy lips against his son's, their pudgy noses pushing together, orthodontic headgear clacking together.

Smelliot belched into the kiss, but broke away. "Mmm SNORT...Pokémon bed?" Dilbert nodded and chuckled "You're such a dork!" The father and son held hands as they waddled towards Smelliots bedroom. The patron followed father and son up to Smelliot's bedroom and watched the two get into it.

The nerds peeled off their clothes, exposing their naked, unwashed, flabby bodies to each other, both of them cumming right there and then. Smelliot rolled onto his bed, the frame sagging from his weight. His dorky daddy climbing onto the bed, grinning as his pathetic member was so close to his son's messy, dirty shit chute.

The Patron smiled and with a click pictures of the slobby nerds appeared around the house, one of them a particular picture of them kissing, in dirty suits...in a chapel.

"I love you my stinky son hubby." and with that he rammed his hard member into his son's rear, blasting the shitty hole with gallons of nerdy cum before pulling out, inserting his giant pimpled nose, and blowing thick jets of snot into his son’s asshole. The patron grinned and disappeared, his work here done. He checked the list of other personal trainers with sons in the city and figured out his next target.

#nerdification #slobification #nerdtf #gaytf

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 5 years

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Two {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One}

Chapter Thirty-Two → in which the Baudelaires are asked to murder

“Well, everyone’s very quiet today.” Colette said.

The Baudelaires glanced up from their soup to give her an incredulous look.

“Well, I’ll admit,” Hugo said, “I’m not too thrilled at the prospect of being fed to lions.”

“That’s true.” Kevin said. “Although, Madame Lulu does say we should give the people what they want, and clearly they want to see someone devoured by lions.”

“There are better things to do with your life than be devoured by lions.” Lilac huffed.

“Like what?” Colette asked.

“Like literally anything.” Klaus said.

“You never know,” Violet said, glancing up from the ground, where she was dropping food for Sunny, who seemed to rather enjoy this arrangement. “Something new could come for you.”

“You never know when opportunity will knock.” Nick agreed.

They heard a knock at the caravan door, and a shrill voice calling, “Open up, freaks!”

Nick jumped and gripped Klaus’s hand, and Lilac instantly threw an arm over Violet, while Soli ran to stand by Nick. Their coworkers didn’t seem to notice their reaction, and Hugo said, “Coming in one moment, Ms Squalor!” he turned to the others. “Let’s all be on our best behavior. It’s not often a normal person wants to talk to us, and I think we should make the most of this opportunity.”

“I won’t bend into a single strange position.” Colette nodded.

“And I’ll only use one hand.” Kevin said.

Sunny growled as Hugo opened the door, and Esme Squalor strutted into the caravan. She wore a long, white gown, with the phrase I ♡ Freaks embroidered onto the front, with a brown sack tied to her shoulders and an odd round hat on her head that had an angry face drawn onto it.

“I am Esme Gigi Genevieve Squalor.” she announced. “And, gosh, it really is crowded in here. Someone give me their chair.”

“That’s quite the outfit.” Lilac said, raising an eyebrow.

“Thank you.” Esme said, as Colette got up for her. “As you can see from the front of my gown, I love freaks.”

“You do?” Kevin said. “That’s very nice of you.”

“Yes, it is.” Esme agreed. “I had this dress made especially to show how I love them. There’s a cushion on the shoulder to resemble a hunchback, and my hat makes me look like I have to heads, like Elliot and Janus.”

“You certainly look… very freakish.” Violet said.

Esme frowned. “Of course, I’m not really a freak, I’m a normal person, but I wanted to show you all how much I admire you. Now, bring me some buttermilk, it’s very In.”

“We don’t have buttermilk,” Hugo said, “But we have cranberry juice, and we still have some of Chabo’s hot chocolate left over, it was her idea to add cinnamon, and-”

“No, thank you.” Esme said, looking down a Sunny and frowning. “I’m afraid I don’t like cinnamon in chocolate anymore, the woman who introduced it to me recently perished in a fire. But it’s very kind of you to offer. You freaks are so kind that I consider you to be more than employees at a carnival I happen to be visiting. I consider you to be some of my closest friends.”

The Baudelaires gave her incredulous looks, but their coworkers looked like Esme had just given them the world.

“Oh, Esme,” Colette said, “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I mean it!” Esme said. “I would rather be here with you than the finest people in the world.”

“Gosh,” Kevin said, “No normal person has ever called me a friend.”

“Well, that’s what you are!” Esme said. “You’re all my freaky friends. And it makes me very sad to think that one of you will be eaten by lions tomorrow.”

“There, there, friend,” Kevin said, reaching to pat her with one of his hands, “Don’t be sad.”

“I can’t help it.” Esme said, “And don’t touch me. But I have an opportunity for you that might make all of us very happy.”

“An opportunity?” Kevin said. “Why, Elliot and Janus were just telling us that an opportunity could come along any minute.”

“And they were right!” Esme said. “Tonight, I am offering you the opportunity to quit your jobs at the House of Freaks and join Count Olaf and myself in his troupe!”

“What?” Nick said, before he could stop himself.

“Yes, it is very exciting.” Esme nodded. “It’s a theatrical troupe, so you’d be wearing costumes and doing dramatic exercises, and occasionally committing crimes.”

“Sounds good.” Kevin said. “I’ve committed crimes before. Why, when I was no older than Elliot and Janus-”

“You’d get to travel with us to exciting places.” Esme interrupted. “We’ve been to the Finite Forest, to Lake Lachrymose, and the Village of Fowl Devotees. And, best of all, you’d get to work for Count Olaf, one of the most brilliant and handsome men who ever walked the face of the earth.”

“Would a normal man like him want to work with freaks like us?” Colette asked.

“Of course he would!” Esme said. “Count Olaf doesn’t care whether there’s something horribly wrong with you or if you’re perfectly normal, so long as you obey each and every one of his orders, without question. You’ll be paid a fortune- or, well, Olaf will be.”

“Wow! What an opportunity!” Hugo said.

“Exciting!” Colette cried.

Lilac stared at the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to see Esme’s glare when she said, “Meh, I mean, I’m not much of an actress.”

“Then you can work on the sets.” Esme shrugged. “But, well, if you want to join, there is one thing you need to do.”

“A job interview?” Colette asked nervously.

“Oh, there’s no need for close friends of mine to do anything like a job interview.” Esme said. “You just have to do one simple task. Tomorrow afternoon, during the show with the lions, Count Olaf will announce which freak will jump into the pit of lions. But I want whomever is chosen to throw Madame Lulu instead!”

There was a long silence.

“You mean,” Violet said, widening her eyes, “You want us to murder Madame Lulu?”

“Don’t think of it as murder.” Esme said. “Think of it as a dramatic exercise. It’s a special surprise for Count Olaf that will prove to him that you’re brave enough to join his troupe!”

“Throwing Madame Lulu to the lions doesn’t strike me as particularly brave.” Klaus said. “Just cruel and vicious.”

“How can it be cruel and vicious to give people what they want?” Esme said. “You want to join Count Olaf’s troupe, the crowd wants to see someone eaten by lions, and I want Madame Lulu thrown into a pit. Tomorrow, one of you will have the exciting opportunity to give everyone exactly what they want.”

“Well,” Hugo said, “When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Of course it doesn’t!” Esme said. “Besides, Madame Lulu was eager to see you all eaten by lions, so you should be happy to throw her into the pit.”

“That’s true.” Colette said. “And she hasn’t paid us, either.”

“Why do you want Madame Lulu thrown in, your Esmeness?” Lilac asked, shooting her a look.

“Oh, I think that my boyfriend is tired of buying her presents.” Esme scowled. “Oh! But speaking of presents, I have something for each of you!”

She reached into her sack, pulling it off her shoulders and pulling out a large oversized coat that looked like the one the Hook-Handed Man wore while disguised as a doorman. She handed it to Hugo, and said, “This is for you.”

Hugo put it on and said, “It covers my hunchback! I look normal instead of freakish!”

“For Colette,” Esme said, pulling out a long robe, “This robe is so baggy that you can twist your body any way you want, and nobody will notice you’re a contortionist.”

“It’s a dream come true!” Colette said. “I’d throw a hundred people into the lion pit to wear something like this!”

“And for Kevin, I brought you this small rope.” Esme said. “Turn around, and I’ll tie your right hand behind your back so you can’t possibly use it.”

“So I’ll be left-handed, like a normal person!” Kevin cheered, standing up and turning.

Esme tied his hand back, and then said, “I’ve stuff for the others, too. For you, Chabo, I have one of Olaf’s razors, so you can shave off some of that awful wolf hair. I’ve a wig for Euryale, so she can hide her snakes. For Beverly, I’ve this makeup kit, so you can cover your burn! And Babydoll, I have this polish that covers tattoos. We have loads, nobody will mind if you have this.”

“Um… thanks?” Lilac said, as she passed her the bottle.

“And for Elliot and Janus,” she said, “This sack is perfect to cover up one of your heads! You’ll look like a normal one-headed person who just happens to have a sack balanced on their shoulder. Isn’t that smashing?” She moved forwards, and put a hand on Nick’s face, either not noticing or not caring that he completely froze over. “I think you should cover this one, but perhaps you could trade-off per day.”

“Thank you for these, Ms Squalor,” Klaus said, drawing her attention away from his brother, “But we may have to refuse your… kind and generous offer.”

Solitude hissed in agreement, and Violet said, “Yeah, I’m not sure I’m comfortable throwing Madame Lulu to the lions, no matter how… wonderful it sounds to work for Count Olaf.”

“She doesn’t seem like she deserves to get devoured.” Lilac added.

Esme scoffed. “Please, Babydoll, you pushed your parents into a river. Surely pushing your employer to a pit of lions will be more fun.”

“I-” Lilac began.

“And besides, who cares about what she deserves?” Esme added. “People don’t always get what they deserve in the world.”

“It… it still seems wicked.” Violet said.

“I don’t think so.” Hugo said. “It’s giving the people what they want.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it?” Esme said. “Right after tomorrow’s show, Count Olaf is heading north to the Mortmain Mountains to take care of something important, and if Madame Lulu is eaten by then, you’ll be allowed to join him. You can decide in the morning whether you want to be brave member of a theater troupe or cowardly freaks in a rundown carnival.”

“I don’t need to sleep on it.” Kevin said.

“Me neither.” Colette agreed. “I want to join Count Olaf’s troupe.”

“Me, too!” Hugo said.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Esme said. “Perhaps you can convince you coworkers.” She turned to them, and then her voice darkened as she said, “Think about this. It might be a wicked thing, throwing Madame Lulu into a pit of carnivorous lions. Butt if you don’t join us, where can you possibly go? If you don’t choose the wicked thing, what in the world will you do?”

Lilac woke up very early in the morning, and she hastily woke her siblings, and they crawled out of the caravan, sneaking around towards the rollercoaster.

They had to pass by the lion pit in order to get there, and Violet knelt down, looking at the pacing and roaring animals. “I feel sorry for them.” she said. “They don’t know any better than to eat whatever food they’re given.”

“They look lonely.” Klaus added. “Maybe they’re orphans, too.”

“But maybe they have a surviving parent.” Solitude said. “In the mountains.”

“Edasurc,” Sunny said, meaning, “Perhaps someday we can rescue these lions.”

“For now, let’s rescue ourselves.” Lilac said.

They moved to the nearest rollercoaster cart, and Lilac said, “Violet, let’s untangle the ivy from this cart in front. We’ll probably need at least two carts for all of us, so someone take the second cart.”

“Couldn’t we just use one of the caravans to get up the mountains?” Nick asked, as he and Klaus moved to untangle the ivy.

“If you want to move a caravan,” Violet explained, “You’d have to attach it to an automobile, or several horses. We’ll be lucky if we can repair the carts’ engines.”

“I’m sure you can.” Klaus said.

Lilac looked down at the cart and said, “Actually, this may not be so bad. The axels are in perfect condition.”

“Good, we’ll need those wheels to carry us up the mountain.” Violet said.

They looked towards the mountains, and then Klaus said, “What do you think we’ll find up there?”

Nick glanced away. “Headquarters, clearly, dumbass.”

Violet opened the engine of the cart, and then said, “This doesn’t look too bad.”

“We can replace those pistons with the latches on the cart,” Lilac said, “And the lightning device will provide a fan belt. But we’ll need something to connect the carts.”

“Ivy!” Solitude said.

“Good idea, Soli!” Violet said.

“We can use this shattered track piece as a steering device.” Lilac suggested.

“I wish we had Mother’s tool kit.” Violet said.

“We’ll have to do without.” Lilac said. “Klaus, Nick, watch your step as you toss that ivy, I don’t want you falling to the lions.”

“I don’t want anyone falling to the lions.” Nick said quietly, as he and Klaus threw some ivy at Solitude and Sunny, who were tying the carts together.

“How could Hugo, Colette and Kevin do something like that?” Klaus asked.

“I guess they’re just happy someone’s treating them like normal people.” Lilac said. “And they’ll do anything to keep things that way.”

“Maybe that’s why Olaf’s troupe stays with him.” Violet said quietly. “Maybe they can’t get work anywhere else.”

“Or maybe they like committing crimes.” Solitude suggested.

“That could be it.” Violet nodded. “We should hurry. The sun’s rising, so we don’t know if Count Olaf’s done getting his fortune told yet.”

“Olivia better keep her promise.” Lilac said.

“If she doesn’t…” Nick

“If she doesn’t, I say we just take off running.” Klaus said. “To the Mortmain Mountains.”

“Do you think one of our parents is waiting for us there?” Violet asked.

“Maybe they’re looking for us down here.” Klaus sighed. “Remember the train station?”

“God, why would you remind me?” Lilac sighed. “That was a prime example of why you don’t wander off, and I still can’t get Nick to stay put.”

Nick froze, and stared down at the cart. “Well…” he said. “I mean… I…”

Lilac’s face fell, and she moved away from the cart and gave her brother a hug. “I’m sorry.” she said.

Cautiously, Sunny said, “Worf,” meaning, “We should leave right now.”

“Everything’s in place but the fan belt.” Violet said. “We’ll need to go to Lulu’s tent and hope Olaf is gone.”

The Baudelaires hurried, and Violet even picked up Sunny so that she wouldn’t have to run. But as they moved, they already saw people wandering into the carnival, chatting and laughing.

“Shit, fuck.” Lilac said. “Keep your heads down, that’s Eleanora Poe.”

“What’s she doing here?” Nick asked, as they raced away from the crowd.

“Reporting, clearly.” Lilac said. “Come on, the tent should be-”

“Hey, freaks!”

Everyone stopped in their tracks, and Violet dropped Sunny to the ground, not wanting to answer questions about how she’d been carrying the ferocious half-wolf.

They slowly turned, and froze when they saw Count Olaf approaching, looking very, very pleased.

“I’ve just had my fortune told, freaks,” Olaf said, “So I have everything I want. Meaning that the show starts right now.”

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Chapter 16

Thursday, January 29, 2015 6:00am Nottingham Cottage, Kensington Palace, London

"Do you have everything?" Harry asked from the bed with half his eyes closed as he watch Arabella get ready for her trip to Plymouth with his grandfather. She's wearing a blue long sleeved dress that flares at the waist. It's custom made for her as it has weights at the bottom of the skirt so Arabella won't have any accidents in public. She has on Jimmy Choo nude heels with a nude Michael Kors Lava tote bag. She grabbed a white Herno classic collared coat to go with her outfit. She has on nude stockings as the weather forecast in Plymouth today is 7 degrees Celsius.

"Yeah. Just about." Arabella replied as she put on her earrings. "You can go back to sleep you know. I'll be fine."

"I won't see you the whole day, Belle. I want to kiss you goodbye." He said to his fiancé with his head in the pillow.

"Well, I'm going to go downstairs, Jane is waiting for me to have a quick briefing before we leave." She then moved to Harry's side to kiss him softly before leaving their bedroom.

"Have fun babe." Harry mumbled before going back to sleep.

Laughing Arabella went downstairs to the sitting room where Jane, Gerrit, Anna, Barend, Finn, Liam and Max are waiting.

"Good morning Your Royal Highness," they all greeted before curtsying/bowing.

"Good morning," Arabella greeted back before sitting on the chair. This is the cue for the rest of the team to sit down as well.

"Ma'am, we'll be leaving to Paddington Station at twenty past six, we'll be there promptly before the Duke of Edinburgh before the train departs to Plymouth. I will be riding with you as well as Anna and Finn. Barend, Liam and Max are going by car and meet us there at Plymouth. Barend will drive the backup car as you will be riding with The Duke." Jane said.

"Ma'am, the protocols are the same. There will be a walk about at the train station there for fifteen minutes before leaving to Elliot Terrace. The Lord Mayor will greet you at the station along with a military attaché." Gerrit continued. "After Elliot Terrace, you'll spend the rest of the day at the Devonport base with The Duke talking to their personnel, tour the grounds, meet their families as well as have special tea time made on board Her Majesty's ship. You'll both be greeted with the 21 gun salute. After that, you'll leave for the station and on your way back to London. Barend will be there at the station waiting for Your Highness's return. You'll arrive approximately at 10 pm ma'am."

"Is that all?" Arabella asked. When they all nodded their heads Arabella continued. "Let's get this day started then."

With that, they all went to the cars and to Paddington station. Arabella arrived a few minutes before Philip and waited by the platform for him. Once he arrived, he introduced her to the personnel of the train such as the conductor, the footmen and cooks that will serve them during their trip to Plymouth. Once they are all introduced and acquainted, Philip lead Arabella into the train carriage. They left Paddington Station promptly at 6:30 am.

"It's a four hour train ride, Bella. Get some rest in the spare bedroom." Philip said before retiring to the main bedchamber he often use with Elizabeth.

Smiling at the people waiting at the main carriage, Arabella moved to the second carriage where another bed chamber has been prepared for her.

"Ma'am, change to these while you rest," Anna said as she handed Arabella a lose black and white pyjama set.

Nodding her head, she changed out of her clothes as well as jewellery before going on the bed and let sleep take over. Arabella slept for the first three hours of the ride before she was awoken by Anna and got ready for the second time. She then went to the main carriage where breakfast is being served. When she got inside the carriage, she saw that Philip was already up and ready. He was reading the morning paper as well as eating some English breakfast.

“Morning, had a nice nap?” Philip asked when he saw Arabella entering the carriage.

“Yeah. I didn’t even notice I was on a train. If Jane didn’t wake me up, I think I would’ve slept until evening.” Arabella said before pulling a chair opposite of Philip and being served breakfast. "How far away are we?"

"We have an hour left of our ride before arriving." Philip told Arabella before putting his paper down. "When we arrive, Dr. John Mahony will be there to greet us along with the commanding officer of the Naval base. We'll greet the crowds for a bit before leaving to Elliot Terrace to have brunch, meet a bunch of politicians and then we're off to the base for the rest of the day. We'll be served tea at the base."

"I know. I've been briefed too you know." Arabella said. "But thank you for telling me."

"I didn’t tell you to brief you. Once we're out there, there will be a lot of eyes on us. We can't afford a slip up."

"Don’t worry uncle Philip. This isn't my first rodeo. I've been to military bases before. I do have my own country to govern one day."

"I keep forgetting you're not just Harry's fiancé, but an heir to your own right." Philip shook his head. "Never mind that, did you know, I was a sailor when I married your godmother?"

"Were you? What happened?" Arabella asked.

"She became Queen."

"Oh. Well, becoming Queen isn't all that bad, I think." Arabella thought. "Do you think I'm making the right decision marrying Harry? I know he doesn't want this life but if he's going to be with me, he's stuck with it. I don’t want him to regret his decision many years down the road."

"Darling, he is smitten by you. He will move mountains if it meant that he gets to be with you for the rest of his life. I didn’t want this life either, but when I saw Lilibet, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Doesn’t matter if she was going to be Queen one day and I would have to bow down to her. I would move heaven and hell if that meant that I get to be with her. Harry is the same in that respect. He loves you very much so. The difference is, he won't have to bow down to you once you're Queen. He'll be your equal." Philip told Arabella. "The both of you will be fine."

With that, they spent the final parts of the train ride relaxing, sharing jokes, had some witty banter and light hearted conversations. When they arrived at Plymouth station, Philip and Arabella looked at each other before nodding their heads.

With a sigh, Philip straightened up himself and make sure there isn't any visible wrinkles on his suit. Arabella followed him by making sure her hair was somewhat not frizzy, her make up intact and she has no visible wrinkles on her dress as well as her coat.

When the train comes to a stop, Arabella can hear the screams from outside. Turning to Philip, she asked, "did you hear that?" In which he replied with, "they're for you my dear," before looking at the footmen by the doors and signalling them to open them.

Philip stepped out of the train first and was met with deafening screams from the crowds. Arabella stepped out behind him and the crowds screamed even louder. They were greeted by the Lord Mayor as well as a representative from the Royal Navy.

The Lord Mayor greeted Philip first before Arabella.

"Your Royal Highness, it's a pleasure to welcome you to Plymouth. I hope your visit today will be a pleasurable one." He shook Arabella's hand before bowing his head. "This is my mayoress, David Taylor."

"Pleasure to meet you Sir." Arabella shook his hand before going back to the Lord Mayor. "Very nice to meet you. I hope you didn’t have to wait long."

"No ma'am. We came only ten minutes ago. The crowds have been here much earlier. Since five this morning if I'm not mistaken, to get a good spot to meet you." The Lord Mayor replied.

"Well we better make sure to greet most of them. Don’t want them to stay and wait in the cold for nothing." Arabella said before turning to where Philip was standing talking to the representative of the Royal Navy. "Uncle Philip, I'm heading to greet the crowds first. Is that okay?"

"That's fine dear, go ahead. I'll join you in a minute." Philip replied before going back to his conversation with the Royal Navy officer.

Arabella started walking towards the people closest to the railway, by the barricades. Jane, Anna, Finn, Liam and Max close behind her with Barend waiting in the car that will take Jane, Anna, Finn, Liam and Max to the next destination. That car also serves as a backup car.

"Good morning." Arabella greeted the first person she saw and shake her hand. "How are you today?"

"Very well ma'am. How was your trip here?" She replied with a smile after shaking the Princess's hand.

"It was very smooth, though I admit, I slept most of the way here." Arabella laughed making the surrounding people laugh as well. "What’s your name and are you from here?"

"Samantha Rogers ma'am and yes, I am from here. Been here for most of my life." The woman replied.

"And what time did you get here to see us and I would assume take the best position?" Arabella asked.

"Came here at five this morning ma'am." Samantha replied. "It was worth it to be able to meet you in person."

"Oh you're too kind." Arabella smiled at Samantha before squeezing her hand and move to the next person, a man who was standing beside Samantha. "Good morning, what's your name?"

"Morning ma'am. My name is Roger Davies. Congratulations on the engagement by the way ma'am." The man, Roger, replied.

"Thank you," Arabella said. "Are you from here or?"

"No ma'am. I'm from Cornwood, about an hour or so away."

"Well thank you for coming out and meeting me." Arabella smiled at him before moving on to the person next to him, which happened to be a mother with a baby in her arms.

"Good morning, how are you today?" Arabella greeted the mother. "What's your name?"

"Good morning ma'am. My name is Jackie Edwards." The mother replied.

"And who is this little bundle of joy. Aren't you just the cutest? Don’t tell Leonore I said that, she can be very territorial." Arabella laughed.

"Her name is Kelly, ma'am."

"How old is she?" Arabella asked as she started playing with Kelly's little hands.

"She just turned two ma'am. She wouldn’t stop fussing this morning and it's not every day that a foreign princess comes to town." The two of them shared a laugh before Arabella spoke again.

"Thank you for coming out here." Arabella then smiled and wave at the little girl again before moving down the barricade, greeting as many people as she can.

Arabella tries her hardest to greet everyone and those who are too far for her to reach, she would wave at them and made sure she always had eye contact. She wanted to make sure that every single person who came out to the station got a chance to be at least acknowledged by her.

"Good morning, what are your names?" Arabella greeted two teenage girls towards the end of her side of the barricade.

"Morning ma'am." The two girls replied simultaneously.

"My name is Penelope and this is my best friend Madelaine." One of the girls replied introducing herself and her best friend.

"Ooh, my best friend's name is Madeleine as well. Where are you two from?"

"We’re from Hope Cove ma'am. About an hour's journey from here." Madelaine answered.

"When we heard of you coming here for an engagement with Prince Philip, we made sure we had to be here and meet you." Penelope started.

"You've been our role model since we were fifteen. We couldn’t pass up meeting you in person." Madelaine gushed.

"We're so happy when you and Prince Harry announced that you both were getting married. You both complement each other." Penelope continued.

"We wouldn’t want anyone else to be our princess." Madelaine finished.

"Thank you girls for the kind words." Arabella smiled.

"Besides, we're rooting for you to be our Queen one day. Not Kate. No offense to her or anything." Penelope smiled.

"Well, I will be Queen one day, just not sure if it's for this country or mine. But thank you for the kind words. Have a nice day." With that, Arabella moved on to the next person.

"Good morning." Arabella shook the elderly woman's hand. "How are you doing today?"

"Good morning, ma'am. I'm good thank you. How are you?" The woman replied smiling very big.

"I'm doing well myself, thank you."

"These are for you ma'am. These are for you." The woman gave her a bouquet of tulips to Arabella.

"Oh thank you so much. These are my favourites you know, not to be biased or anything." Arabella laughed and accepted the flowers. They spoke for a minute before Arabella had to move on to the next person.

Arabella spoke to the crowds for a little while, before Jane, who was a few feet behind her, whispered in her ear that it was time to go. Arabella waved to the crowds one last time before heading to the car where Philip was waiting. Once she was next to him, he climbed in the car while Arabella went to the other side. Once they were both inside, the car started moving and they were on their way to the Elliot Terrace.

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They had their brunch with the Lord Mayor and a few politicians as well as some military men. The lunch itself was very classical, being that they had classical music playing in the background with champagne given to everyone. It was filled with polite small talks and exactly what one envision of an upper-class brunch.

Once Philip and Arabella was inside their car and on their way to the navy base, Philip let out a chuckle.

"God I hate those suck ups." He shook his head. "I was complimented every two seconds. 'Your Royal Highness, you look dashing for a man your age.' A man your age?"

"Well at least you got complimented, all I got was, 'ma'am congratulations on the engagement,' 'Your Royal Highness you look remarkably well today.' Everyone kept asking about either Harry or my father." Arabella said.

"Well that’s all the pleasantries done, we’re off to the fun part of the engagement today." Philip said.

"Ah yes, we're having tea in one of Aunt Lilibet's ships aren't we?" Arabella double checked.

"HMS Ocean. Yes we are indeed. There's also a few activities that you might take part in, I'm sure the sailors will draw you in." Philip remarked. "There's all sorts of games and activities on standby. You might need to change your outfit though. It's not fit for a day on the boat."

"It's an official engagement, I will make do with what I have on right now. No matter what, 'a princess shall never be seen wearing trousers.'" Arabella imitated her Etiquette Madam who taught her the do's and don'ts of a princess when she was a young girl. "I shall wear what I want to wear woman. I swear, I can still hear her every time I'm out doing an engagement, 'keep your legs closed, no one wants to see your undergarments.' 'Cover your mouth when you laugh, no one wants to see your tonsils.' 'Back straight, chin up, you don’t want to look like hunchback of Notre dame.'"

"She sounds like a pain."

"Oh she is. I make sure whenever I'm out, I don’t make any mistakes, especially when I was younger as I do not want to have a recall session with her."

Philip and Arabella chatted some more. They talked about the weather, joked about how people are usually tense when they meet them as well as some memories of their childhood. Arabella is close to Philip, not as close as she is with Elizabeth but Arabella is comfortable around him. They share similar humour and Arabella always entertain Philip's dirty minded jokes. They were more or less the same person, only Arabella knows when to shut her mouth and Philip doesn’t.

They arrived at the Naval base, both their doors being opened, and they both stepped out simultaneously. Arabella made sure that when she got out of the car, both her legs remained closed and she made sure to keep her expressions pleasant. She went around the car to meet with Philip on the other side and together they greeted the fleet commander, Vice Admiral Philip Jones and Commander, Captain Ian Shipperley. The UK national anthem was played and after all the introductions, they headed inside the main building.

Philip and Arabella is getting a small tour of the place with Vice Admiral Jones entertaining Philip and Captain Ian Shipperley entertaining Arabella. They made small talk on the way to the main office building and when they arrived, waiting at the front is a little girl and boy dressed as sailors waiting at the steps with a bouquet of flowers for Arabella. As they walk closer to the children, Philip indicated Arabella to go ahead first to greet the children as he stand back. Knowing that there is no arguing with him, Arabella walked faster before bending her knees a little and greeting the children. She only bent her knees as she wanted to be eye level with them instead of looking down.

The two children gave an elaborate bow and curtsy which was quite charming to Arabella and gave her the flowers.

"Are these for me?" Arabella asked. When the children replied with a shy nod, Arabella said, "Why thank you."

"What are your names?" Arabella asked the children as she accepted the flowers.

"James." The boy replied shyly, "and this is Alexia." He introduced the girl next to him who was too shy to talk to the princess.

"What beautiful names." Arabella gushed. "Oh, I have a sister and her name is Alexia too. She's ten this year. Are you both siblings?"

"No, but we're best friends." Alexia spoke up.

"That's wonderful. Thank you again for these flowers, they're lovely." Arabella then stood up and went to stand next to Philip. They then walked inside the building to have a short meeting regarding how the base is doing and everything. Once Arabella was inside the building, she handed her flowers to Jane who was behind her so she could free her hands to greet navy officials.

They stayed at the base for several hours, talking to the families of the sailors as well as actual sailors. They talked about their way of life and how they had to adjust with their loved ones at sea for long period of times. Arabella can relate to this as Harry is in the Army and a few months into their relationship, he was deployed for four months. It was a hard time for Arabella but she made do with what she had. She sucked it up and in those four months, she kept herself busy. She didn’t want to be that person who can't function without her significant other but she was still worried about him.

Arabella was fully briefed about his deployment and precautions were made if he died out there. Arabella will be informed immediately with the blessing of the Queen and she will be a part of the procession for the funeral. Arabella will be taken care of nevertheless and Harry got the assurance of his grandmother that she will be there for Arabella if anything were to happen to him.

Thankfully, he returned home safely and when he arrived, he was greeted by his girlfriend at that time.

Arabella knew well enough how these people are feeling, and that made her bond with them even more. Sure they’re not exactly in the battlefield, but the sea is a very dangerous place as well. There are pirates and unknown ships. Let's not forget the weather and lack of space.

When they left, they received a royal salute. Philip and Arabella walked their car and entered them. Arabella sat behind the driver while Philip sat adjacent to the driver, behind the passenger seat.

Right before they entered the train to leave for London, Philip and Arabella went to say goodbye to the well-wishers and spent a good fifteen minutes just shaking hands and answering some questions. One woman in particular ask Arabella about her relationship with her godmother.

"How is your relationship with Her Majesty? Is it different now that you're getting married with her grandson."

"Well, I didn’t have to worry about meeting Harry's family when I first started dating him. Her majesty is my Godmother so I grew up with his family, so to speak. It’s a miracle that I didn’t meet Harry sooner actually. We always miss each other. My relationship with my aunt Lilibet is one of Godmother and goddaughter. It really is as simple as that. She's always there for me when I need help or advice and I couldn’t be more happier to have her as my godmother and soon as my grandmother as well. She's taken me under her wing when I first became crown princess and she will continue to do so until god forbid, she's no longer with us. I love her very much." Arabella smiled fondly.

"What about Harry's relationship with King Willem-Alexander? Was he nervous when he first met His Majesty?" Another woman asked somewhere from the back.

"Harry's relationship with my father is a good one I think. They aren't trying to kill each other so yeah. He was very nervous when he first met my father, as any good boyfriend should." Arabella laughed. "He was a blubbering mess, I would say. But he had nothing to worry about. Harry charmed Father and Mama the second he stepped into Huis ten Bosch." Arabella smiled as she recalls her family meeting Harry for the first time.

Arabella answered a few more questions, knowing that her answers are being recorded before waving goodbye and joined Philip to climb aboard the Royal Train and depart the station. It was around half past six in the evening when they departed Plymouth and will roughly arrive at ten that night in London Paddington station. There will be two car awaiting them at the station. One for Philip and the other for Arabella. Philip is heading straight to Buckingham while Arabella heads over to Kensington. It's been a long day for Philip and Arabella and all they wanted to do is sleep beside their significant other. Both cars will have their designated escorts since they are going two separate directions.

They had dinner on the train at eight and retired to their chambers to rest until they arrive at Paddington. Once they arrived at Paddington, Philip and Arabella said their goodnights.

"Thank you for accompanying me today Bella." Philip kissed Arabella's cheeks softly.

"It is my pleasure. Will you be joining us at the Ballet?" Arabella asked.

"If I had nothing else to do. More likely so actually. But I doubt I will enjoy watching women wearing very little clothing dance across the stage." Philip shrugged and smiled cheekily.

"Uncle Philip!" Arabella gasped mockingly. "If you are going, then I will see you then. If not, I'll try and have dinner one of these nights with you and Aunt Lilibet. I have to show you some ideas regarding the wedding."

"Have a good night Arabella." Philip smiled before entering his car and they drove off to Buckingham.

"Well, that leaves just us then Jane." Arabella turned to Jane before heading to her car waiting outside. "You go ahead take the car behind with Anna, Finn and Max. Go straight to St. James and have some rest. I'll be fine with the army of police escorts, Liam and Barend." With that Arabella climbed into her car with Jane going into the car behind her and they were on their way. Arabella to Kensington while Jane and the others goes to St. James as they have been staying there since they came to London.

It was roughly a five minute journey from Paddington to Kensington Palace so as they were on their way, Arabella decided to call Harry, already missing his voice.

Arabella pulled out her iPhone from her purse and dial Harry's number. It rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"Hello there, this is Harry. If you're trying to reach me, sorry 'bout that. I'm a little tied up now. Please leave a message and I'll get right back to you. Or you can call my Private Secretary, Ed, or even my lovely fiancé, Bella."

"Hey, it's me. I'm on my way home now. Just left the station a minute ago. Should be home in five minutes. I'm going to assume you're either sleeping already or in the shower. Anyways, I can't wait to go home and cuddle with you. I talked to a few of the sailors families that were there and it just brings up a few memories. I just need to be reminded that you're here now and hopefully will never leave me again. I know you'll be away in April for a month long attachment, but I'll know you'll be somewhat safe. Anyways, I can’t wait to see you and hug you, and kiss you. I love you Harry, I can't wait to be your wife. Love you, by-" Arabella was cut off with a really loud honk blaring and a crunching sound.

Arabella could see her world tumbling and rolling before it all goes dark.

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