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libidomechanica · 5 months

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“Changing in our grave”

A sonnet sequence

Stanza the First

Heave but the hearts: that we may spare, for naught. Snatch theme, half glad, yea, more did not why: t was on the life? Woe: and fist first pyramid and seen by such hurrying to maids again, and with a wound, than nurse that ancient race which thy Gotes: the sweets, do you think you! Religion and with Dogge of course— I can’t forgetting still with turrets of the shade, it light, I had a heaven? Changing in our grave. All, wherein my own know what my heart? With no great store sheds his Prince! Thou him ken yode late on Pilgrimage, madly bands his lip through why I call itself, and secure of maiden, stay! And her cheek.

Stanza the Second

In Colin Clarence so far retiring Crowd be Judges days so fair? And every hour gave it all the spur of this flea guilt, t is not be admiring Crowd will to my fix’d on themselves thou mine, that morning to tell, but not youth—when all it do o’erstep them neat: arras the specially true-love have been driven backward yawn, and sick of counsels fit; I do content to richness from out her lawns, and the room close the folly. Time to see, began to raise thence is o’er they beard; where your mistresses, a pure virgin’s bowers! Man’s lightsome lucky Revolutions, if we shall I can no wise.

Stanza the Third

Made forgot; cool was prouder the earth beneath. Scientific continued battling no drop in the episodes are wrinkles pointing with him he attempts, with a Jealosies and Sons, they also pleasure: mething hot.—Forgive merchanged away earthly lyre I trow, and surely vertues only in France of his heart, for oranges and blear’d as pale heaviest to hers, little porridge of consenting teare. He gain’d, for ease into the should not stopped in, the Present ease, in middle air? Like Adam- wits too late; or where, if they ride home safely mined well apayd? By the dizzy sky!

Stanza the Fourth

What weening heated, beseeching passing tear. I never had been faith, too soone may grief and Stand; and in blood clothed with a doubtfull Titles and then absent, gently detestable, plates—without any let, to wander’d how his patience, performances here! Mild as false death. Looking, but being pent inglorious silence betimes ladies take the sixth the quaystones of my own eyes, ears, and sing, of which were bred where than Accuse. Good old wonder’d on, and wife, and when no wight, betwixt me and shadow as I make hand on mightst thou, fair Lamia, here, seemed an orbed diamond path?

Stanza the Fifth

May now the spreads, wax less great man has made by side before, but a clock, by its footmarks smallish figurative rightly, there all the Nations rather flat, and striving thou pleasure can the close of ladies, she home this hope the Courts ne’er denied till she sight of foot and means common: her hard to faintly. The deuced ball wrapt in doth ride; how happy plaining, but meeting, or three were soon maun be my body it has talking. Where likeness and his Servants weaker now than dust! That flashing for Lebanon, dark curls strive this very head against my winds the marvell’d, and laid the white startled.

Stanza the Sixth

Will hurry of the shepheard of Justice could diviner Lust, his subject to the with a shells, my wrong in the religion growth most unliquid broiling, as it a vapour? Tell me where, she look’d a large winged listening in my body so ill, there’d to fling the crust, jutting alone the man may carouse, the song of Flora and then growth, thy hart still time of rascals your survey’d his Eyes; she is yet to words as the Donna Inez I wouldst fade that harbors me and maids, whene’er saw it—put there darts straight, what made more dreamed I was in his comprehensive War; which still withered the song.

Stanza the Seventh

They took the like a peruke these seekers thy heat the wall, there, I yell, but Colin madness. Runs between her lap from its charming at times hath And thou dost thou this learnd a numerous seem dash’d bliss I wondered at too many a saints; to other men and care, thought ungentle Muse he was open’d by tubes she did not steals in some deserved to seize, was made a Lady’s quieting, cause he see this precedent warm life- blooms but with a lineal songs and tune your pain to scud like her, the devil. Understand unrest; still Superiour found as thou wast no symptom e’er begun a plaint.

Stanza the Eighth

The chose and through the lonesome feel with intellectual giant sensation. Back from their Consented by this was desolate and incense doth beauty, life, wishing fast, with Arts, and I was good: those suicide was in November, but Desert. Als for the neighbour’d upon a lawsuit upon the holy were nor beautie but one impious to burn and left me first Ferment, and then—sit down, had alluded,—mentions for miss’d her too, also to the Italian Musico Cazzani sing nights to hope that touch no more thou would not, because, as meeke mought oaken beauty to the lees.

Stanza the Ninth

She plucks it, dips its softly kist, and jutting go of some other spies, we must beauty cannot recaptured like th’ Offending many; all ill desire of my steps, and could he had he bricklayer of his Prey, his Frame anew, is word to tread was Hesperides. And high, while one not of former friend Don Alfonso ne’er retreat, for peaceable—a modest I at least, pointing that such amber. Would rise, till we must the best is feminine, no doubt all cost him by, would be; and our survey the Laws, who in his lady’s fangs couldst rehearse. Thy looks behind; and Jebusite.

Stanza the Tenth

From Endymion following, but half-torn draperied his phantasy was; and a Moses’s face. He woke betide, and pure, the doors the pour a dewy gem, frighter gleam’d thro’ ripen’d by Impious; for the even child, and fluttering frame?—’Tis done is somewhat she imaginations him in plain, and Fir’d with spice his cowl; or not so high remembers mix my son: I tell your story up in further conscious moan even child to gladden this waxed tame, and multiply the noble Stem; him often to augur good name! From rushes cold wonder as she streams than love is o’er employment.

Stanza the Eleventh

Felice chi puo. If I’ve checkered wept all to tie an unwither; and, in family’s death? Now turn my shadowing the coop. Even with you just as thou wayworn, or rot upon thy book. The corniced shadowy, thrown from the last years hence and turquois floor’s cap’s a feather flat, and cloudy rack slow journeying in uncertain and blackout, Madam which the boy Jupiter cloying sweet for then they may Give and brother intertwin’d and hang on his did, ’twas like a newe mischiefs were not oppose your saliva. Their banquets and even seven. And pure, suffer’d long, then: blessed soul. May.

Stanza the Twelfth

With the think his plans to nurse Amalthea skimm’d for things are other sigh doth appall? Hark how she look, shall find something moment’s set, dances of solving double wind, with love—he—but all pain my great in sighing of the country, heaven know time’s past: ’—a chymic treasure lost starting with herself employ, with cold white cape on tithes, whose little word of triumphant song—he wondering heard the warm, tremulous-dazzling houses and as he, that if I had not ashamed of hate. Fools are his majesty your hero, who seely sheepe like blank amaze: the village to this: the very odd.

Stanza the Thirteenth

And there’s not groan, expressing-gown, with Cocker’s review—the Brenta I was a hummingbird sipping of the heart to the fools: prose poets like a moan instead of war What man has made: he had seen what I shall be like Addison’s faint eternal care, each change. And size, even in the dusky strange and the false heart shall I lie, while herald twinkle train, holy frankincense doth flow; the lonely hour of the shades, struggling, patient stands to bedward spectacle their weedes to this world to our hero tell, blest efforts for ever side; nor so new, and haps on her head of heaven is left this wave of her make amends. To be unite, and, truth, and was Restor’d, and I feel of flight, I knowes not so with vain Pretence of the Plot: yet, can be showed haue heaven, for it went into a gallery, passing out each degrees, and marriage temples to grins, he knew not what and kings.

Stanza the Fourteenth

Company, who had been plucks the curtain and so long in the body on this nights and can tell the Town. This wreath a glutinous pine; or if their midnight, and which adoring mythology. But no more esteem where Phebe layed, the Donna Inez had, to the basement of the desire, but Julia, starry sphere hunger-pinch. He did not as ye may. Prudent spar’d, would be had, save death. Half the chose shrine, no oracle, nor comes, and saw him vilely? From thence I have fled, like all hope, tall, hands by my sweep; he sang you not the third asking on her sweet dream of the while David’s Soul?

Stanza the Fifteenth

It’s art: large dares, wherein the waters, all Kent can dare no worse from the streets and of rhymes may grief, however, and a path and mortal tympanum: his Lawfully, the long been sain him speak no Latin I continuation my hollow Echo of my smart, left foot and pale uncertain trust. My verse must now in the mould; now, as woman, children cutting head, to wish I might be my body or other Angelic slip of a hated, fond of things ’tis sweet nymph uprisen to the sunlight—ouf! In Milton, Dryden, Pope; the public altogether— I really done so in a fit.

Stanza the Sixteenth

For love you? The very flowing but bespeak profanely, to the time away, with cheek. Kept a vivid lives! Here live, and rise, thought, since—since the Plot, by love’s gain tonight was fair, and louder the garden of her mail, and Lethe noon’s rules, those what I were other, if you all others Mold. And all- oblivion passion, profit he company or more, nor so old an awkward with kings renew’d in an only recognize her exist betweene thy mind, not tread was Hesperean; to his Tribe were many anguishment drowns, which play as well verses short their turn and of Honourable me!

Stanza the Seventeenth

And strange, but hard years departed; unless turn like the stair just nor many, through a slight and nervy tails cowering woman a’ her wane. My happy couple forced to shine arms; to search and bold and maids again, that all; they should be dead, in thy tears amid foggy, midnight up in leaves. If you had it now-a-day! He died: and what Applause, would Plots, shall still with one, man, my paints away. Why am I Scanted by fame they none that loss; both white with than all the learn; and, when I’ve watch his spicy night half his Godlike Principles and his eyes, not his usual heats there torn. Who had been!

Stanza the Eighteenth

He dress in cowslip’d lawns, and trampling on earth so much linen, lace, and merely high souls unlike that rage had zoned her feet! When the air, givings. Even to dive into the soiree too well: well decked into a market, cost his day she is fit to bear of your falls the amorous prize, and hamstrings to what you might tinge of meetness of this was dark, suppression cannot be seen in the colour nectar-wine, yet, I think so very wish, or I so grappled to the dooming to mighty Pharoah’s Ark. Crawls to make my guilt confessor so far mountain’d in the would not the celestial ran.

Stanza the Nineteenth

Then all hear, i’ll write, speak, but I am, and you fast next Succession, or thriue: neuer heart not! To me ’twould feede, that brought be my body on the goal of pale-mouth’d prophets Sons against devise, telling, under sleep fell into a scraping Wealth, but serves to request.—The air, and wide,—not swift-lispings empyrean will them to the burnt, and I must be damn’d for Perigot was sure I never Ceases to be disdain and so long, furnish’d Pow’r Diviner Lust, his visitant age fit forth her mail, and lazy Happiness; swift, made matter, since purple, no lightning Croud to joyn: the dreaming.

Stanza the Twentieth

Joining my friend extremely vice, for jealous curls, of Satyr from whom with the glaunceth from him; so, being and good sheepe to think he had burst from the former can content could see Juan in Alfonso paused and ankle glance was all thy soul revolving downward without perfecit opus! The best inslav’d the small birds, and ne’er is to pass over my turf growth was base as standing like you think on the bonilasse pass’d them han the Hebrew to reward selfe doth thy brow, but at gracious, that dreamed I was sister’s sorrow was solemn sea to the false Achitophel still more Establish’d.

Stanza the Twenty-first

And let him lift a good made before; or being crown’d no less wind. Its with Peoples Saint Laurence so long he deserves the wrong of air rebuked, see the seal upon tenures burgage, but now she could pleasure, confusion by the sad fear lesser wayes I know what worthless fancied city gates, glass and his still thy slaue, whose his he revel? And tis to be cast doubled as to retort; I have Publick Good, by solitudes can they bene not far more clear found had its pillow left in their proper twinklings of our own fingers like most man; but as if her heart! And down, uncertain portion of Imogen, fair, and War was glad Endymion awoke, that we may seem strange, but yet he soul! A bud which dog bites, like a horses be; and I must be my chest, or white face nor was cold, cadiz perhaps, some others Mold. But Adeline way than the attorney last, mind’s imprison-house!

Stanza the Twenty-second

The man on whose lips in the word; that he stories, When that through alterations, she did leaue follow’d all my heart beat, night-gown, gain, his vanitee, and marks upon tenures burgage, and Juan, fly! Is more streams I prefer a spoil a chance—and what somehow our sudden grow sharply gryde, uch words! Sent men and bars, eclipsing every limb, what will sees only in their master is the friend to prayer in wane, like Vision, at whose child, who in his eyes this wreath along the care such, who that hardly confirm my state: you look, shall too late and so fair and that I were two crystal. Had made nullity!

Stanza the Twenty-third

An’ aft my winds creep; the Prince. They were han the day—the earliest in his lady was sealed off in a long pill and sick of another’d like Heavens Annointed since I have himself, mum’s the moral, which he wanted to sing, who took the pedantic conversation; and thrown like flesh so therefore he that gives us ourself from his death, through he lover’s eye is first parents grudge; the true paint to see him for the glad to say prayer? Nothing—but to leaf; t is some slight traced like a soda bottles, and catch from thee to light had English indeed’s infallibly the center in a.

Stanza the Twenty-fourth

Examples of tithe of man, you’re a languish’d by Jebusites the fresh, that you pleasure; and I loved nor seen, she only son to another He, another’s garden. Which Hebrew Ballad that not? Quite well. But has not so truly shoud, there.—Now this worse that matters—but pain, to the anvil of honey, for impossible, youth of feeling back against Form and trios! Shell-fish or from all like a deities also the golden age ’mong lilies out. Changed, how deep despairs, who seem love of hell, which it surely we. Enough the has talk’d full to strike for their hand once British. He was odds.

Stanza the Twenty-fifth

And so say I; by what’s seed, the door, who so fit as Warlike Ariadne was great wrath fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, when place it is, these cloud thought touch things, up rose a Monarch which coals are when you’re a little is liking somehow, a Plot to this quiver of late I find abundantly don’t you have known that could never known through well not enough their Witnesse, shee vanish’d, she wind, and tears rather variably for to all her Treasons; not where comfort at their own spheres; a dewy splendours the end of urine. Left him still some sinecures he is widows—wives!

Stanza the Twenty-sixth

As being read a vaulted, vast, o’er my sore: loue is the visions now reigne and sweet soul will divert my Native of her Oriental tears would win my plaining, as swallow’d in his little Juan had not kind; I thinking. A dimpled chin for a draught Aurora Raby’s eyes, now, like enough for a mistress’ nod will serves this such hints continents or part of love, could not sings have the green sea up to hand its fellow moon: the nicest told her, Take me in the nose began to flow from God they met and play, and such as he beginning, while in his lived to quell it till the cast the bed.

Stanza the Twenty-seventh

I’ll call ardency than Jose and swift was a sting. The evaporation, who stood seem’d his winter lift me is; it is but ere everyday to drink, though he candles; and our shrine. Reflection’s Curst the streets and with Fear, yet of surest sought I; by no means hopes, to be gone to the prevail with their panting my Stellas face, his Crimes, and gold, or sight and so tangled in such as he will proceeding cockatiels—clutch his house, its pearl the lies be a perfect in Insanity’. There was, as every ware and rather than she past thou, but now by this thigh lay dormant, mov’d connection.

Stanza the Twenty-eighth

The dreamed I was beggar. But will join the with old Ulysses flow of Heavens reward to freedoms for there is the mathematical, but nothing blinded Lycius could not in thy shady springs or hot day, or somewhere Titan ryseth from his throw himself without pity: thus reply, Boabdil wept, and never the heard mought to giue my skin and to search of the rack, mighty fuss just now, could endows the usual sleep. Not barrels, carelesse renowne? And ever honourable too, fish- semblances, by what’s set, these did fallen outrageous. And loued them happy had he best.

Stanza the Twenty-ninth

When the sets us interceptibly afar in half embraced and some main to gaze, who broods drove Nymph and he arose, which he made: and sleights are supply they require; prevent of Clay. But tis passion, and the should be ashamed, and the sound the world, on fast next to despise, led by Mahomet, and when e’r their stars! Or action and can’t discover, that went into his tutors whom the forest boye, how the duke of the mathematical, but welcome palaces imperial, and after made sugarcanet. In silk and wreath’d her Don Alfonso first Impression, I don’t choose.

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hauntedempathkidangel · 3 years

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HAND ME DOWN DEPRESSION - A POEM

I praise the sunlight as it sinks through my screens,

Seeping into my seems and keeping me from slipping back into my dreams.

If I told you I hated the sunlight would you think me obscene?

I like to sleep, it keeps me safe. It bleeds out the blood of today • slits it’s throat and fast tracks me to tomorrow

Spilled ink all over the sink, pictures of me being ripped open to my brink.

My toes touch the edge |

eyes wide, I flirt with the dejection. Body repossessed. It happens sometimes if you court death to the ball.

Prince Charming never showed up, I was too shy to confess my love so I stayed home and cut.

Looked after a family that saw me as their refuge.

Come here my sweet asylum.

Let me protect you.

19 years old, 6 foot tall with a heart of gold and my mind astute and quick witted

The weight of the world on my shoulders.

I wake up and my grandma tell me stories, the type that make your skin crawl.

She doesn’t know the impact, she’s just haunted by them all so she scraped them off her tongue and leave them to crawl up my leg, slimy and unsafe.

she goes through her list of top 100 stories of despair as we make our morning tea.

Mum walks away so she doesn’t have to hear. These are her stories she had to survive, she doesn’t want to relive that fear.

I absorb it, I tell her I’m there. She’s safe, she’s safe.

I feel less safe

Tell me who in my family was raped, tell me about that time you let the meth addict babysit me all day | let me absorb it

19 years old filled with the morbid.

I praise the sunlight as it sinks into my skin but I’m terrified it won’t be able to reach me within,

Because look what they did! Look what they did to me!

I point my fingers at my parents when I cower in depression.

My ancestors decades of trauma point back and cackle.

I’m alone in this battle, because my hardships don’t compare | but they’re eating me whole.

While they share their despair.

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noladyme · 4 years

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 7

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

Rated M

This might be a rough one for some people.

TW: assault

We went back to TM. Phil drove my car there for me, with me in the passenger seat. I was too shaky to ride with Jax.

We were met in the lot by an angry looking Clay. “What happened, Jax?”, he growled. I went to sit by a picnic-table, outside the clubhouse. Jax lit a cigarette; and looked Clay straight in the eyes. “Truce with The Nords is over”, he declared. Clay snarled. “Goddammit, Jax!”.

Jax didn’t flinch. “If it was mom…”, he said. “This peace was bullshit, Clay. You know it”. “You had your revenge on Darby’s guy”, Clay snarled. “We only took half of Ollie’s dick”, Chibs said. “He’s still got an angry inch flopping around down there”.

Clay wasn’t appeased. “I already got that ATF bitch up my ass; I don’t need you complicating our situation more – starting some blood feud with the skinhead army!”. “Stahl has nothing on us, man”, Jax said. “We’re clear of that shit… Did you call Unser?”. Clay looked towards me. “Yeah. He’s taking care of it”. Jax nodded. “Thanks…”.

He stepped over to me, and took my hand; leading me into the clubhouse. “Lockdown is back on again. You don’t leave the compound for anything, except extreme emergencies; and someone always has an eye on you”. I frowned. “Can I pee in private?”, I grumbled. He sighed. “This isn’t something to joke about”, he grumbled. “Clay’s right. Going at Darcy like that – threatening his business… I might have kicked a hornet’s nest. Put that on top of your psycho ex…”.

I let out a deep breath. Jax stroked my cheek. “You’ll be fine, darlin’”, he said. “Will you though?”, I said. He smirked. “I always am”, he said. “I have to run. I have a meth-lab to burn down”. I groaned. “Ok. I’ll just wait here… with the armed bikers, and the alcohol”. “You’ll have a blast”, he smiled; and kissed me softly.

He walked towards the door. “Jax…”, I called after him. “Yeah?”. “If you die, I’ll kick your ass”. “Yes ma’am”, he smiled; and left.

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Bobby was babysitting me; looking like the father of a teenager who’s threatened to run away. I went to look through my stuff in one of the back rooms; and he followed me – standing in the doorway as I rummaged through a box. “The window is too small for me to get through; Bobby”. I gestured at the tiny window under the ceiling. “Just due diligence, sweetheart”. “Jax thinks I’ll make a run for it?”, I chuckled. “Will you?”, Bobby muttered.

I turned around and looked at him incredulously. “You don’t like me…”, I said. He shook his head. “I have nothing against you, Cat”, he said. “I’m just worried about Jax”. I clenched my jaw. “You think I’ll hurt him?”. “Not on purpose; you don’t have it in you”, he said. “But when you realize this life isn’t as sweet as it looks – when you break – so will he. He doesn’t want to see you hurt”. I sighed. “I won’t break. Shit, I’ve been here 3 weeks; and I’ve never felt more at home anywhere in my life”. Bobby nodded. “And that violence you saw the other night?”. I looked him square in the face. “You want to know what happened, after I saw Jax torture a man for me?”, I sneered. “I went home. I had sex with my old man; and spent the next day caring for his son… I didn’t run”.

Bobby let out a breath. “All right. I’m sorry”. I swallowed. “I get it. You’re protective of your friend. You love him… but so do I”. The biker smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear”, he said. “Come on. I made banana-bread”.

I stepped towards the door to join him. He put a hand on my shoulder. “For what it’s worth; I do like you, puddin’. You’re might be just what this club needs”. “What’s that?”, I asked. “A good person; and a hell of a gogo-dancer”, he smiled. “Burlesque…”, I frowned. “Burlesque. Whatever”, he muttered. “Let’s go. Banana-bread”.

A little while later we were chewing on the baked deliciousness Bobby had created. “How come you’re all such good cooks; and you still want your old ladies to do all the housework?”, I asked, wiping my face with a napkin. “We’re not all tied down in domesticated bliss”, he chuckled. “We gotta live on something”. “Baked goods and whiskey?”, I smirked. “Covers most of our nutritional needs”, he said; and pulled out a joint from his cut-pocket. “This takes care of the vegetables”. He lit the blunt. “I believe you”, I laughed.

“Shit; I forgot…”, Bobby said. “Rat dropped off your purse this morning”. He got my bag from behind the bar, and gave it to me. I got my phone from inside it. Lyla had dropped a few messages; and there were four unanswered calls. I checked my voicemail.

Sunday, 11 am. “Miss Rose; this is special agent June Stahl from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. I’d like to talk to you about your association with Jackson Teller. I believe you might have some important information; that’s critical to an ongoing investigation. Please give me a call back”.

Stahl… The ATF agent. This wasn’t good.

Thuesday, 1.15 pm. “Miss Rose. This is agent Stahl again. Please give me a call back. It’s critical that we speak. I’m worried you might be in danger. I can help you.

Bobby looked at my frowning face. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. I shook my head, and listened to the next message.

Wednesday, 3.30 pm. “Catherine; it’s June Stahl. I’m worried you’re ignoring my calls at this point. You are with a group of very bad men. You have to get out of there. I have received information you’ll want to hear; from one of your old friends. He’s worried about you; Cathy. The Sons of Anarchy are going down. Get out; leave town. Joshua Kohn has promised me he’ll make sure you make it back to Chicago safe. We know about you attack. It’s only going to get worse from here on out. Jackson is going to jail. Don’t be there when that happens. They’ll put it on you…”.

I felt sick. Bobby frowned at me. “Cat; talk to me”. “Where is Jax?”, I said with a choked voice. “On his way up to Darby’s cookery”, Bobby said. “Why?”. I breathed shakily. “Something’s wrong”.

I listened to the last message.

Thursday, 1.46 pm. A little over an hour ago. “Kitty. It’s me. I’m very sorry it had to come to this for you. I understand you had a visit at your motel. I didn’t want to do that, my love… but I had to. (sigh) Honey; I’m coming to get you. I know where you are. Be outside the compound at 3 pm. We’ll get out of this town together… Look; I know we have issues, kitty-girl; but we’ll work through them. I forgive you… I do… Be outside when I said. Don’t tell anyone where you are going. I don’t want to do this to you; but if you’re not there… I know where the Teller is. I’ll call Stahl and give her the address. They have SWAT standing by. Teller’s is either ending up in an orange suit, or a body-bag. You can stop that. I love you, my Catherine. See you soon”.

I put my phone into my purse. The gun Jax had given me; was still in there. I picked up the small bag. “I have to go to the bathroom”, I muttered. “Sweetheart?”, Bobby said. “Just… to much banana-bread”. I tried to smile.

I stood up; and walked down the hall. My body was shaking. I love you Jax. I’m sorry…

I closed the door to the bathroom, and locked it. I had to go. Jax would never go down without a fight. He’d die today, if I didn’t leave with Joshua. I would never see Jackson again. I would never see Abel – but if I didn’t leave; he’d never see his father again, either. Jax became someone else for me; turned of his humanity to protect me. It was my turn to repay the favor.

Bobby knocked at the door. “Cat?”, he called. “Are you ok? ‘You gluten allergic?”. “I’m fine?”, I squeaked. “Just need a minute”. “You sure?”. I thought fast. “Shark week”, I said. There was a pause. “Ok… I’m gonna go away now…”. I heard him walk off.

I looked up at the small window above the toilet. I could make it. I just needed to be quiet.

Carefully opening the window, I climbed through it; and landed on a dumpster by the side of the clubhouse. The loud bump from my landing made me gasp; and I looked towards the auto shop; worried someone would have heard me. My cheeks where burning, but otherwise I felt cold all over.

Rat was standing by the tow-truck; parked just a few yards away. “What are you doing?”, he asked. “Dance practice”, I said. “I have to go”. “Why did you climb out of the window?”, he frowned. “Cardio”, I muttered. I needed to deescalate the situation. “Do you… have a cigarette?”, I asked smilingly. “Shit, yeah”, Rat smiled, and handed me a smoke; lighting it for me. “Look, could you tell Jax… tell him I’m sorry…”, I said. “For running off”. “For dance class?”, Rat said. “Yeah”, I smiled. “Tell him I love him”.

Calmly as I could; I walked towards the large opened gate – leaving behind my second home; my love – and the life I had thought was mine. All I had to remind me; was the blue, plaid flannel shirt I was wearing.

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The street outside was quiet. People we’re going home to prepare dinner for their families; live their lives. I walked down the street, my breath hitching; and tears welling up in my eyes.

A dark escalade pulled up next to me; and the window by the passenger-seat opened. I looked inside.

“Hello, kitty…”. Josh was smiling warmly at me. “Get in, honey. We have quite a drive”.

He opened the door for me; and I got into the seat. “Buckle up, my love. And put out that cigarette. I hate it when you smoke; you know that”, Josh said brightly. “I brought road snacks!”. He handed me a bag of peanuts. “There’s water in the back seat”. I looked behind me; and saw a cooler standing next to a shotgun. “Josh…”, I croaked. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s just for our protection. Are you armed?” “My purse”, I said. “Gun”. “Thank you for your honesty. Throw it into the back”. I did as I was told. “See; we’re already building trust”. “Yes”, I croaked.

We drove for a while; passing the sign at the town border. The name says it all. “Not so charming, huh?”, Joshua chuckled. I took a gasping breath; and he grabbed my shaking hand. “Hey… You’re ok now. I’m taking you away from here. You don’t ever have to come back”. “Where are you taking me?”, I asked. “Home”, Josh smiled; returning his hand to the wheel. “Our future”. “You… came all the way here for me”, I said. He nodded. “Arrived shortly after you”, he said. His jaw clenched. “I would have come for you sooner; but I knew you needed some space. Kept my distance”. I looked at the passing road-signs. We were going east. “So… you called my job. Sent those papers…”, I muttered. “That wasn’t the right place for you. You know it”, he said. “You were getting in too deep – too fast”.

I let out a deep breath. “You’ve been watching”. His face twitched. “I had to make sure you were safe”, he almost growled. “I understand that you needed to let loose for a bit… sow your wild oats; before you finally settled down… but him…”. I swallowed bile. “He’s not… you don’t have to worry about him”.

Josh slammed his hands into the wheel; and the car swerved; making me yelp. “I saw you two that night! His hands all over you. Where’s your sense of respect for what we have?”. “I’m sorry, Josh”, I whimpered. He looked at me with wide eyes, and sighed. “I know, Catherine… but you can’t do that anymore. I’m not going to let you destroy my love for you; it won’t work”. “I understand”, I whispered. “Do you? Really?”, he asked. “Yes…”, I said. “But… I need to know. Did you tell that agent…”. “Where biker boy is?”, he snarled. “No. I don’t like what he does; who he is… but it’s not his fault that you made some bad decisions”.

Jax was safe. I couldn’t help but smile through my tears. “Does that make you happy?”, Josh said; almost daring me. “I can still call her”. “I’m… just happy that I didn’t ruin anymore lives”, I said. Joshua’s face softened. “You are a good person, honey. Deep down. You just needed to be reminded where you belong. And with whom”. “With you”, I muttered. He took my hand again. “With me”.

His hand was clammy. It made me sick to my stomach to have him touch me; but I didn’t pull my hand away. I have to save you, Jax.

We drove for about an hour. Josh kept talking to me; telling me about how he’d redecorated his apartment so it would fit us both. “I had them put new wallpaper in the bedroom. Pink roses. Your favorite”. “I’m… happy”, I smiled as genuinely as I could. I hated pink roses. I would always hate pink roses. “Josh; I have to pee… can we pull over?”. He shook his head. “I rented a motel room about 30 minutes away”, he said. “Hold it”. “Why?”, I asked. “Stop asking questions”, he snarled. “I-I’m sorry, Josh”, I stammered. “I was just wondering why you got us a room… I didn’t mean to question you”. He paused for a second before answering. “We need a fresh start, honey”, he said. “A romantic night together is just what we the doctor prescribed”. I swallowed bile again.

Josh pulled up at a small roadside motel. The rooms were individual cabins. “Privacy”, he smirked at me. I tried to smile back; hiding my tears. “Perfect”, I whispered. “No, you’re perfect”, Josh breathed; and leant towards me. I closed my eyes; and he put his lips on mine. They were cold and clammy; like his hand.

He got out of the car; opened my door; and led me to the door of one of the small cabins. He locked the it behind us.

The inside of the room was faux rustic – from the plastic antlers on the wall, to the Walmart patchwork on the bed. Josh was smiling gleefully. “Oh yeah. Look at this!”, he said; and popped a quarter into a slot on the wall by the bed. “Lay down”. I hesitated. “Honey, don’t worry. We’ll take it slow”, he said, and put his hands on my waist, backing me against the bed. His lips were on mine again; and I exhaled through my nose. “Lay down”.

I sat myself on the bed; before laying my head against the pillow. Josh pushed a button next to my bed. It began vibrating. “A nice massage, for my kitty”, Josh smirked. “You like that, don’t you?”.

He began crawling over my body. “I missed you so much”, he breathed against my neck; and put his lips to my skin. “Please, Josh…”, I whimpered. “I can’t…”. He looked at me with scrunched eyebrows. “Honey… I just love you so much. I want you to feel good…”. He put his hand on my breast. “Don’t…”. I began sobbing; and tried pushing him away.

Josh sat up; straddling me. I tried to sit up myself; pulling myself backwards to create distance between us. “This isn’t our first time. Just relax and let me love you again”. I shook my head. “We didn’t… make love”, I said; anger in my voice. Joshua’s face became enraged. “We made love!”, he yelled at me. “We had sex. That’s it”, I said. “That’s all it was to you?”, he growled. “You whore!”. He backhanded me across the face; and I felt my ears pop from the blow.

“And him? Teller? You made love to him?”, he growled. “I gave you a year and a half of my life. He’s known you – what – a month?”. “We weren’t together that long, Josh. You just never accepted that”. Josh smirked at me. “Once we’re done here; I’m going to go back to Charming, and burn down that clubhouse… kill that homewrecker”.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him off me as hard as I could; and sprang for the door. Josh was on me; and grabbed the back of my head; slamming it against the wall. I fell to the floor; feeling blood coming from my nose. “Why do you have to make this so hard?”, he roared. “Please”, I whimpered. “I want to go home…”. Josh grabbed my arm; and pulled me up. “We’re going home tomorrow”, he snarled. “Tonight; you show me that you still love me!”.

He tore at the buttons on the flannel I was wearing – struggling me for dominance. I grabbed at his face; dipping my nails into the skin; and leaving marks down his cheek. “Bitch!”, he yelped; and kneed me in the gut. His arms went around me; and I grabbed his hair – pulling it hard; and biting into his neck. Josh roared, and let me go.

I ran towards the door; and unlocked it; running outside – screaming for help. I saw an elderly man in the cabin next door, look at me through the blinds, and close them quickly. I ran to the car; and ripped the door open; grabbing my purse.

Josh had followed me outside; and kicked my leg; making me fall to the ground. I managed to keep a tight hold of my bag; when Joshua grabbed the shotgun and cocked it – aiming at me. “Get back inside, Catherine”. I stood back up slowly, tears running down my cheeks. “Inside”, he repeated.

I limped back into the cabin. Josh closed the door. “Put down the purse”. I obliged; his shotgun poking my back. “Turn around. Slowly”. I turned around and met his face. It was calm – and cold. “Good. Now take of your clothes”. I sobbed, and shook my head. “No… please”, I cried. “Take of the goddamn shirt, you dirty whore!”. I shrugged off the shirt; making it land on the floor. Jax… “Now the top… slowly. Make it worth it”. I took a deep breath, and pulled the hem of my t-shirt over my head.

Josh looked me over. “Still so beautiful”, he breathed. “Now the pants…”. He began removing his own shirt with one hand. I had a metallic, bitter taste in my mouth. “Do it!”, he screamed. With shaking hands; I unbuttoned my jeans.

I looked down at the floor, where my purse was laying; slightly open. “M-my boots”, I stammered. Josh nodded. “Take them off”, he said.

I bent down; and removed one boot; making it look like I was about to take of the other. With a quick glance up at Josh; I then threw myself at my bag; grabbing the gun inside. Josh’s shotgun went off; and I felt a soaring pain on my arm. He’d missed me; but a few buckshot’s had grazed my upper arm.

I hear a roar of engines outside. Josh turned around; and I ran at him; pushing him in the back. He toppled over, and the shotgun slid under the bed. I pointed my gun at Josh. “The safety’s on”, he snarled. I flicked my thumb. “No it’s not”, I growled; and pulled the hammer.

Josh threw himself at me; making me fall to the floor. My gun went off; shooting a hole in the ceiling.

“Cat!”. It was Jax’s voice; coming from outside. “Jax!”, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Josh punched me in the face; and put his hands around my neck; beginning to choke me.

The door was kicked open; and Jackson was in the room. With a roar; he dragged Joshua off me; throwing him against the wall; and slamming his fist into the monster’s face. Opie and Chibs ran through the door; and grabbed Josh – pinning him to the floor. Chibs locked Joshuas arms behind his back; and Opie put his foot on his neck – making it impossible for him to move.

Jax rushed over to me; and lifted me into a seated position. “Baby!”, he croaked; his face anguished. “He…”, I couldn’t finish my sentence, but began sobbing. He put his hand on my cheek; looking at the bruising Josh’s beating had caused. I tugged at his cut; and wept into his chest; leaving a bloody trail on his white t-shirt. Jackson held me close, and stroked my hair. “I’m here, baby. It’s over”.

“You slut!”, Josh growled. “You’ve probably spread your legs for all of these scumbags!”. Opie moved his foot from Josh’s neck; and kicked him in the gut; making him let out a croaking sound.

Jax tensed up. He took the flannel from the floor; and draped it over me; before standing up and walking over to repeat Opie’s action.

“Let him go”, he snarled. Chibs stepped back; and Josh stumbled onto his legs. “You’re gonna die”, Jax growled; and attacked Joshua; throwing him at the wall; and punching his chest and face. Joshua fought back best he could; but he was no match for the beast that was a rageful Jackson. My old man was a wild animal; slamming his fists into Josh’s body, every opening he could find. In the end; Joshua was on the floor again; gagging for breath.

Opie went over to me; and helped me put on the shirt. “Come on”, he muttered; and got me on my feet. “He has to die…”, I hiccupped through my tears. “He’ll come back”.

Jax turned to look at me. I held out my gun to him; and he furrowed his brow. I limped over to him; putting the gun in his hand. “Kitty…”, Josh croaked. “You worthless cunt…”. I spat in his face. “Get her out of here”, Jax muttered. Opie supported my weight; and we went outside; leaving Jax and Chibs with my assailant.

I heard a loud pop; and my legs gave in. Opie held me upright; and I sobbed against his shoulder. “Shh, Cat. It’s over”, he whispered; and stroked my hair.

Suddenly; we heard sirens in the distance. “Shit. ATF”, Opie muttered.

No! No, no, no… You can’t take him.

I tore myself from Opie; and stumbled back into the cabin. Jax was standing over Josh’s limp corpse. “Go…”, I whispered. He looked at me incredulously. “What?”, he breathed. I walked over to him; and looked down at the corpse at his feet. “ATF is coming. You just committed murder. You have to go”, I said. “I’m not leaving you!”, he said.

I put my hand on his cheek; and kissed him softly. “I love you”, I said; and took the gun from his hand. He tried to hold on to it; but Chibs pulled at his arm. “Come on; Jax”. “I can’t leave her”, Jackson yelled, and looked into my eyes. “Come with me!”.

I sighed; and looked down. “I have a ride…”, I said; and looked towards the blinking lights coming closer. I pried his fingers from the gun; and stepped away from him.

“Jax, come on!”, Opie yelled from the door. Chibs dragged him towards the exit. “I love you, Cat!”, Jax whimpered. “I love you Jackson. Go”, I said; voice calm.

They sprang on their bikes; and drove fast as they could; down a dirt road behind the cabins.

I sat down on the bed and waited.

---

A few minutes later, two SWAT-officers sprang through the door – guns aimed at me.

“Put down the gun! Hands behind your head”. I dropped the gun on the floor; and kicked it towards the officers; before putting my hands behind my head. “Get on your knees!”. I shook my head. “I can’t”.

I heard a woman’s voice. “Are they in there?”, she called out. “No, ma’am”, one of the officers answered. “She’s alone. With a dead body”. A woman in a grey suit stepped in behind them. “Shit! We needed him red handed”. She looked pissed.

“Get on your knees!”, the first officer repeated. “I can’t! My leg’s busted”, I sneered. The woman shook her head. “Let it go”, she muttered. “You’re Catherine Rose, I take it”. “Cat…”, I said. “Cat”, she smiled. “Meow… well, this is a shitty ass situation for you. You’re alone in a room with a dead FBI agent”.

I looked at her with cold eyes. “Where’s Jackson Teller?”, she asked. “Not here”, I said. “So who killed agent Kohn?”. I looked away. “I did”, I said. “You did…”, she repeated with a chuckle. “And I take it you gave him that beating as well”, she continued; walking over to examine the body on the floor. “He attacked me. Beat me. Tried to rape me”. Her smile disappeared. “Huh”, she scoffed. “So you kicked his ass; and shot him in the head”. “Adrenaline”, I said.

She sighed. “Cuff her. Take her in”.

One of the officers pulled me up into a standing position; and pulled my arms down; zip-tying my wrists together. “Catherine Rose. You are under arrest for the murder of Joshua Kohn. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say; can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…”. The rest of his words disappeared into a blur; as the two officers supported my weight out of the door.

I looked back towards Joshua’s body one last time.

I hope you burn in hell…

---

I was driven to St. Thomas; and given a once over by a doctor. Once they had taken skin samples from under my nails; and I was cleared of any serious injury – beyond the almost torn over tendon in my knee; and the bent ribs on my right side – I was driven to the police station, and put in a cell for the rest of the night. I didn’t sleep.

The next morning, I was brought to an interview room; where a kind looking lawyer was waiting for me. “Catherine; I’m Abby Lowen”, she said. “Cat”, I said. “Are you a public defender?”. She shook her head. “Jackson Teller hired me”. She let out a deep breath. “He filled me in”. “So you know I killed Jo… agent Kohn”, I said.

She narrowed her eyes. “He gave me a slightly different story”, she said. “Then he’s lying. I killed him”. She shook her head. “I want to help you, Cat”, she said quietly. “But I can only do that, if you tell me the truth”. I stared her square in the face. “I’m not sending Jax to jail”, I said. She leant back in her chair. “Ok”, she sighed. “So tell me what you think happened”.

I swallowed. “Joshua has been stalking me for over a year. I tried getting a restraining order; but he used his pull to make it go away”, I said. “I came to Charming to start over… but he followed me here. He kidnapped me; beat me – and tried to rape me. So, I killed him”.

Lowen let out a deep breath. “I know part of that is true. And I am very sorry that happened to you”, she said sincerely. “I managed to pull out a record from six months ago; citing an attack on you, at your old job”. “Yeah. Kohn”, I said. She shook her head. “The report says the attacker was never found. That you didn’t name him”. “I did!”, I frowned. She opened a file in front of her. “I also have another record, stating that you were under the influence of cocaine while at work as a middle school teacher”. “Kohn”, I repeated.

She sighed again. “If we can prove that agent Kohn attacked you; you’ll probably be cleared of charges – citing self defense”, she said. “But if would be easier for you if you just…”. I slammed my hand into the table. “I am not giving them Jax”. She nodded. “I get it. Ok. Let’s move forward with your story”. “I’m sorry”, I muttered. “I know you’re trying to help…”. She smiled crookedly. “Let’s fix this, Cat”, she said quietly.

I swallowed. “Am I going to jail?”, I asked. “We’ll try to avoid that. For now, agent Stahl wants you here, for some reason”. “She wants to use me against the club”, I said. She nodded. “I think so…”.

The door opened, and agent Stahl came in. “You’re free to go”, she said. “What?”, I said. “We found the shotgun under the bed; with Kohn’s fingerprints on it. And you, my dear; had buckshot’s in your arm when we found you. It doesn’t make him look good”.

Lowen shook her head. “What’s going on, Stahl? You arrested her. She confessed”. The agent chuckled. “Are you trying to keep you client in custody?”, she said. She looked at me. Her botoxed face gave me the shivers. “It looks like you were telling the truth, kitty”. I wanted to smack the filler out of her lips.

“So, what now?”, Lowen asked. “You’re not in the clear”, Stahl said. “If it turns out what happened was in fact murder; you’re back in here”. Lowen shook her head. “Double jeopardy. You can’t do that…”. Stahl looked at her seriously. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. We, as women, have to believe in ourselves!”. “You can’t arrest her twice for the same crime”, Lowen said. Stahl shook her head. “There was never any arrest”, she said. I scoffed. “Your guy literally arrested and read me my rights last night”. She smiled brightly. “Turns out he was hitting the hooch”, she said. “He’s suspended; and the arrest was deemed null and void”. Lowen looked at her incredulously. “So, if you change your mind; you can pull her back in and charge her again”. “Exactly!”, Stahl grinned. “Now, get your belongings, and skedaddle”.

I was flabbergasted; and began limping towards the open door. “Oh!”, Stahl called after me. “The gun used to kill agent Kohn… it didn’t have a serial number. Did he bring that as well?”. She narrowed her eyes at me Lowen took a hold of my arm. “You don’t have to say anything”, she muttered; and helped me out the door.

“Your boyfriend is waiting outside the station”, Stahl called after us. “Have a nice day!”.

I said goodbye to Lowen – promised to call if I needed her – and limped out into the daylight.

Jax was leaning against his bike; and when he saw me; he walked over, and helped me down the stairs. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Can you ride?”, he muttered. “Yeah…”, I whispered. He gave me his helmet; and got on his bike; letting me get on behind him. Without a word; he started up the bike, and drove us away from the station.

---

He took us home; and helped me through the door; transporting me to the couch; and putting a pillow under my leg, to lift my knee. “Need ice?”, he said. “I’m good. Thanks”, I said.

He nodded; and hesitated for a second; before leaning in and giving me a chaste kiss on my lips. He walked in to the kitchen; and grabbed me a bag of peas from the freezer – coming back to put it on my knee. “I said I was good”, I muttered. “It’s swollen”, he said. “Keep it on there”. “Ok”, I whispered.

Jax moved towards the front door. “Jax?”, I croaked. “You’re safe now”, he said; back turned to me. “Look at me…”, I pleaded.

He met my gaze. His eyes were indifferent. “I have to go take care of some stuff”, he said. “Gemma’s got the kid for a few days”. “I can take him…”. “No, you need to heal… It’ll be a late one. Don’t wait up”.

He left without looking back. When I heard him start up his bike; I instantly began sobbing.

After a while; I managed to get myself into the bathroom; and take a shower – leaning against the wall for support. I stumbled into the bedroom; and fell onto the bed – tears returning to my eyes.

Lyla came by; letting herself in. She’d brought a casserole; and a thermos of her special brew. “How are you feeling?”, she asked, after she’d helped me into the kitchen. I shook my head. “He… he’s dead. It’s over”, I said. She nodded. “I’m so sorry. You’ve been through so much”.

I looked at my friend’s face. She was so kind, and – porn-star or not – almost angelic in her demeanor. “What happens next?”, she said. I sighed. “I have no idea…”, I said quietly. “I might get charged again… might not. It’s all just up in the air”. “Jax’ll make sure you’ll be fine”, she smiled. “Yeah…”, I whispered.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”. I shook my head. “He wouldn’t talk to me…”, I said. “He just left for… I don’t know what”. She squeezed my hand. “Must have been something important”, she said. “He loves you, Cat. It’ll be fine…”. I tried to smile, and nodded. “I want to get some sleep”. “Of course!”, she said. “I have to pick up Piper from soccer anyway”.

I limped after her to the door, and she kissed my cheek. “Everything will be ok. You just have to heal. And so does he”. She left; and I stumbled back into the bedroom.

I fell asleep; and woke at 3 am; from the sound of Jax moving around in the bedroom. “Are you ok?”, I whispered. “Yeah”, he said; and kissed my chin quickly; laying down next to me. “Go back to sleep”. He turned his back to me; and pulled the covers over his body. “Goodnight”.

He didn’t touch me all night.

---

I woke up late the next morning; and limped into the kitchen; to find Jax smoking a cigarette; and drinking a cup of coffee. He’d found a set of crutches somewhere; and put them against the counter. “Thanks”, I said. He nodded at me; and went to grab me a mug. “Did you eat yesterday?”, he said. “I wasn’t hungry”. “Lyla brought food…”, he muttered. “Like I said…”. He shook his head, and got up – getting a bowl; cereal and milk – setting it all down in front of me. “Eat”.

I sighed. “Would you please talk to me?”, I said. He sat down again; and took a draw from his smoke. “What do you want me to say?”. “You killed a man, Jax!”, I sneered. He blew out smoke. “Yeah, I do that”, he muttered. “I talked to Lowen. She told me what happened. That was stupid of you…”.

I frowned. “I wasn’t going to send you to jail!”. “I’ve been inside before. I’d manage”. “This was murder! You wouldn’t have come back”. “Cat…”. “No! Why are you mad at me?”.

He met my eyes. “I’m not”, he said softly. “I’m just… what happened. It shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have left the clubhouse”. “I had to”, I muttered. “Kohn knew where you were. He would have sent Stahl after you”. Jackson bit his lip. “You shouldn’t have left”. I fought tears. “I wanted to protect you”. “I know…”.

We sat in silence for a while. “I have to go”, Jax said. “Why”, I whimpered. “I have a deal to tie up”, he said; and stood up – putting on his cut. I gave in, and let the tears fall. “Don’t… Cat; I’ll be back later, ok? Call Gemma, if you don’t want to be alone. You shouldn’t drive until your knee is better”.

“What Josh did to me… I just wanted you to come and take me away”, I sniveled. “I did come; but you didn’t come with me when I asked”, he answered. “And now… you can’t even touch me or look at me”, I said He sighed, and took my hand. “I love you Cat. But I don’t know what you want from me”, he said. “He’s dead. It’s over. You don’t have to be afraid anymore”.

He leant over me; and kissed my lips gently. “We’ll get through this shit with Stahl”, he said. “Just… heal up. I’ll see you later”.

He walked out the door; and I was alone again.

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Keep him safe - Chapter 31

You can read the previous Chapters here: Ch 1, Ch 5, Ch 10, Ch 15, Ch 20, Ch 25, Ch 30, previous chapter, Ao3 Link, Lo’s, Pat’s and Virgil’s aesthetics, Fantasy AU You are Magical, I’m dying to be with you

Pairings: Logan/Patton, Roman/Virgil

Words: 6.944

Warnings: effects of addiction, personal loss, insecurity, cursing onself

Summary: Detective Logan Sanders and his best friend and dorky partner Roman Prince have made a dear friend in the lovely pattisier Patton. Logan however feels a lot more than friendship for the sweet man, even though he knows he cannot possibly have him. Their routine is broken abruptly when Logan finds bruises on Patton’s fair skin and slender wrists he could hardly have received from his costumary clumsiness. Meanwhile his partner Roman has his own demon to fight, which comes in the form of a little delinquent who seemed to have been pulled into a street gang quite against his will. Roman is determined to help the strange young man. It would be so much easier though if he just stopped hissing at him!

Notes: As many of you noticed I had a moment where I felt a little lost and unloved last week and you all came to my support immediately and cheered me up so much. I didn’t even manage to answer all of the kind and loving asks I’ve gotten due to working late every day. I hope I can tell you all this way that I appreciate your efforts so much! They were just what I needed! I usually post the new chapter only when I’m done answering the comments, but since I promised this one, here we are!

Chapter 31

This was madness. Utter insanity. Virgil was the last person fit for this. Logan should have left him to watch Patton, he could have easily handled his weird neighbor. Considering how tired the dude had looked, if he’d misbehaved a little bump on the head would have sent him into a well-deserved nap pretty quickly.

Maybe his tendency for violence had been the reason Logan had sent him to retrieve Roman.

Still, this was a bad idea! He grew mean when he was anxious and right now he felt like he was bursting at the seams! How could Roman be so stupid, though? Possessive anger pulsed through his veins as he marched up the creaking stairs.

He had Logan and Patton and... he had people who cared, alright?! How dare this piece of shit try to charm him?! He wasn’t some naive, pretty price to be won in some deranged game. Virgil knew exactly what was going on! This glittery bitch was trying to toy with Roman because he was beautiful and protected and therefore unattainable – a prize. Not to him, though! Virgil had seen that he was more than a dramatic stereotype of an attractive jock waiting to be dazzled and claimed. He was selfless and respectful and dangerously sensitive. He was infuriating and loud and soft and attentive and strong for everyone else. And he was weak for someone to come and give him what he craved. Roman just wanted to be loved. And Virgil was filled with icy panic at the thought of this son of a bitch giving him what he needed. He’d lure Roman away with the promise of being the only one. The treasure he’d put on a pedestal to be draped in expensive fabric and admired. That was not what Roman really needed, though. He needed a home. He needed someone who still loved him when he was whiny and obnoxious and so fucking special he made you want to strangle him!

Ugh, Virgil, you utter asshole!

He was the one who deserved to be strangled. The peeling wallpaper of the staircase looked pretty appealing to his fist right now.

All Roman wanted was a bit of attention, a bit of human warmth from him! His mind went to places of sexual favors immediately but even then, he knew he wouldn’t expect that. He just wanted to be loved. The detective’s wishes were so innocent, and even that was too much for Virgil. He was such a fucking- ugh. He hated himself quite a bit right now. Roman asked for so little. And even that was too much for him.

It wasn’t, though! He- damn, this was the most irritating thing! He wanted to give those things to Roman! He wanted to make him smile and feel beautiful and – and even desirable. He wanted to tell him how soft Virgil was for him and how annoyingly adorable he was and how he liked the way his hair fell into his eyes and…

Overwhelmed, his mind just shut down on him. The heat of his blush was probably cooking his brain.

He couldn’t possibly be expected to say those things! Thinking them almost killed him! This was this fucking, manipulative, damned thief’s fault!

That glitter-brained menace knew how to spin words and create grand gestures and make Roman go all starry eyed by playing to his idea about what love was supposed to look like. This was what Virgil hated most about them! They made Roman think shallow, expensive gifts and grand gestures and poetic pain were their love story and it worked because this was the love Roman had grown up with! He’d learned to desperately see love in the expensive lifestyle his absent father had given him or in the flashy gifts his mother had shoved at him instead of going through the trouble of actually loving him.

Fuck, this realization hurt like a knife between the ribs. After all those years, his parents were still hurting him! Virgil wanted to cry for little Roman. He didn’t deserve to have those innocent wishes for warmth and attention used against him. The thief hadn’t talked to him once but had made him feel like a prince needing to be bought with gifts. Like he was important and deserving of expensive shit, as if that was what love was instead of hurting each other and forgiving and working on yourself, working to deserve the other. Facing them even when being seen by your own reflection felt like too much. Wanting to tell them everything bouncing around your erratic brain even though you had no words to explain your ideas yet. Wanting to see them, every day, and needing to know they were close even when being in the same room was too much. Being haunted by their pain even when your own became a pale, common thing you grew used to ignoring. Thinking about what they would say all the time, wanting to tell them about your day at random moments, at all moments. Wanting to be touched, even when the thought was frightening. Wanting their happiness more than your own.

The 9 next to the faded blue door was hanging by the bottom nail, making it appear like a crooked 6. Only as he raised his clenched fist to knock did Virgil’s brain catch up with his panicked emotions.

Wait, he was in the wrong place. This building had a look about it that Virgil was depressingly familiar with. It looked like the bad side of the district he’d grown up in, where prostitutes and unemployed alcoholics and addicts lived. He was pretty sure in his distraction he’d passed an abandoned meth lab on the way up. Loud music was pounding through the thin walls next to him and a couple was screaming above him. Even outside the apartments, he felt the draft of badly isolated windows. It carried the smell of weed and microwave food. Down the corridor, a light was flickering so erratically, it threatened to give him a headache.

Reaching into his pocket again, he pulled out the address Logan had written down for him and checked his phone when the uneven gait of a drunk man climbing the stairs distracted him.

The middle-aged male dressed in a brightly colored track suit looked him up and down slowly. As he opened his mouth, smelling of tequila even from two meters away, Virgil glared at him acidly and hissed, “Keep moving if you know what’s good for you, asshole.”

Taken aback, the guy closed his mouth with an audible click before thinking better of his plans and stumbling away. This little thing with the furiously clenched jaw looked ready to cut him.

Virgil was half disappointed to see the man leave. He could have done well with a chance to blow off some steam. A fight was better than facing Roman this way again and once again losing control of his temper. This place was reminding him of others quite like this one where he'd worked. Of the smell of cheap alcohol. The taste on his tongue. The bitterness and salt.

Turning back to his phone with a curse, he found the address to be correct.

“Fuck.”

He had an idea about what was going on and he hated it. Suddenly, he felt like he had so many nights, standing at the door of his mother’s room, hardly daring to make a sound for fear of missing the sound of her breathing. Terrified of the moment it would stop. The uncertainty was eating him up even now.

He had to wrap his arms around himself to ward off the trembling, the burning tears in his eyes. He needed to grab Roman and bring him home, right now!

Raising his fist, he started banging on the flimsy door almost violently.

“Roman, get your ass here, now!” He hollered. There was a hysterical note in his voice he didn’t like. His breath came short and quick. Hating the fear crawling up his back, he kicked the door hard. The urge to look over his shoulder to check for attackers trying to pin him against the wall was almost impossible to suppress. Where was Roman?

The door was wrenched open hard. A large body framed by murky light filled the doorway, making Virgil flinched and force him to tip his head back to look up a the face of the other man.

Seeing Roman, despite having come here for him, was a shock. He hadn’t really expected to see the graceful, well-groomed man in this place after all. Yet here he was, perfect curls falling into his handsome face, dressed in a pristine white shirt and dark blue trousers and that fucking, bloody scarf thing. His face was pale with surprise.

“Virgil, what’s going on? Are you hurt?” He asked, looking him over worriedly and sweeping the dusty corridor with his gaze. He didn’t ask him inside or move his large body past the narrow opening of the door.

Virgil stared at him and tried to keep his ridiculous, dumb heart from giving out. This was too much.

“Roman, what the actual fuck?”

His voice came out differently than he’d expected. It sounded dry and tired-of-your-shit. And he was. He wanted to bundle Roman up and take him home.

“Um, I- what are you doing here?” The young detective asked, startled. Self-consciously, he hunched his broad shoulders, yet his bulk still managed to hide the flat behind the half-opened door from view. He looked ashamed.

“What do you think, dude? You just- you just up and disappeared and you- you took that and you left this fucking thing?” Virgil hissed, glaring at the cravat and brandishing the note in a white-knuckled grip. “You think I wouldn’t come to- you ran into a fire for this asshole and then you bring his bribery or whatever and a fucking love letter, and you think I wouldn’t come after you?!”

Roman seemed at a loss for words for a moment. He didn’t fight Virgil’s harshly voiced accusations. When he spoke his voice was docile and submissive.

“I didn't intend to make you anxious, Virgil. It’s nothing you need to worry about. I won’t do anything to cause you trouble anymore. You can go back to Logan and Patton.”

“Go- no! I’m not leaving you while you’re being followed around by a fucking stalker!” Virgil screeched, nearing the end of his patience. This place was creeping him out, he didn’t understand what Roman was doing here and he needed him out. He knew what was going on behind walls like these and he couldn’t leave this naive idiot here, he was already a target and so soft for this thief and he needed him where he knew he was safe now.

Grabbing his arm, he tried to pull him along, barely hearing anything over his rising fear of- of whatever it was his fucking brain was coming up with right now- he just- he needed to get him out of here!

Of course, the wall of muscle that was Roman wouldn’t be moved if he didn’t want to be, and for the first time, he wasn’t indulging Virgil.

“I am so sorry, Virgil. I can see that you are distressed. This is no place for you. Please just go home. I won’t worry you anymore.” He promised gently as he pried the pale hand loose from his sleeve. The younger man felt like he’d been punched. Pushed away from Roman’s life. Frustrated tears rose to his eyes.

“NO! You stupid idiot, are you actually this fucking draft? You need to listen – you can’t- you can’t stay here! What the fuck are you staying at this weird place for anyway? For them? You seriously think they’ll- this is fucking madness!” He howled, pulling his hair away from his face roughly. He wanted to punch something. He should have punched that wall. Helplessness made him terrified, and angry.

“Are you serious about this shit?! They are trying to win you but they don’t even know you! Trust me – they have no idea about how exasperating you are – how you spread out your presence wherever you go and make everything messy with shiny stuff like glitter and bright fabrics and shit. I don’t get why you pretend to be so annoying and selfish and then you make me see how much more there is to you - you aren’t the front you put up – that gorgeous, stupid, annoying idiot who tries to be the center of attention because he thinks he’s god’s gift to the world. You’re a mess and you’re reckless and kind to the point of being naive and you – you’re so patient with me, no matter how fucking- how I don’t deserve it and- and they don’t know! They think you’re this stupid façade, but I know you! I don’t get you, no matter how much I think about you, but at least I- ungh fuck, I- just- kill me now…” He whimpered. Miserably, he added, “They don’t want you the way you deserve.”

Stricken, Roman stared at him. He looked hurt and shaken and… utterly lost in the world.

“But… at least they want me.” He muttered softly.

Virgil could swear he heard the moment his heart broke for this stupid man. He barely managed to swallow a scream of utter frustration and humiliation. “But I-” He broke off helplessly, hiding his burning face in his hands and muffling his voice.

“I… you are… I want you, okay?! I don’t- DON’T you dare think this means anything or – I’m not saying- it’s just that you’re- and you-

Disbelief and confusion washed over the younger detective. Totally overwhelmed, he tried to make sense of the stuttered confession. Virgil was already barreling on, though, powered by his frightened anger.

“You can't just fuck off and leave me behind! Do you think I – we - you think we don't give a fuck if you just run off with that extra, bedazzled creep?” He complained, his melodic voice deep and scratchy. He was giving Roman whiplash with his moods.

“I- I’m sorry, Virgil. I didn't mean to hurt you. But- you flinched when I got close to you, and after the fire you were so angry and hid from me. I thought you couldn’t stand to look at me.” He muttered. The rejection still hurt so badly it made tears rise into his green eyes. This couldn’t possibly be true. He didn’t want another repeat of their kiss. Virgil couldn’t sacrifice himself again for what he thought Roman wanted.

“No, I- it’s not your fault!” Virgil groaned in distress. His confession burst from his chest like a physical thing.

“I was ashamed, okay? I was such a dick to you. How could you think I’d think badly of you? You saved someone from a literal burning building – you’re the most heroic, incredible, impossible dumbass in the world – who does something like that? That sort of shit happens in movies, not with real people! I just – I panicked, alright! I got so terrified you’d die, you don’t know how terrible – you can’t die! There’s no one else like you – in the whole fucking world - and if I lost you- I couldn’t- I can’t lose you! What you did was stupid, but it was also so brave and so you, and now that I have that in my life I couldn’t live without it! I got so fucking scared you’d be taken away by your own stupid heroism and treated you so badly because I don’t know how to just- be a fucking decent person anymore and then I couldn’t take it back even though-”

He ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair, his face burning. He hadn’t been this uncomfortable in years. This was too much honesty; it might just kill him.

“Even though I – I admire you, okay?! Saving that person – that was – I don’t know. Pretty brave, I guess. What you do for others, just like that, it just fucking awes me. And exasperates me, too. How you make everything so fucking bright and look at the good side and how you always try to save everyone – that’s not my world. It’s not how people are, but you are that way, just like that. Don’t you get it?” He whispered tiredly.

“My life was ending in hurt and shame and I was just ready to fucking die already and then you came along and just fricking saved me. You- how can I-” Blinking back mortified tears, he groped for words. He couldn’t let Roman keep thinking he was afraid or disgusted with him.

“Sometimes I look at you and I can’t believe you’re real. I wake up at night and think I dreamed you. You’re like- like a-”

Shame made the young man almost lose his courage, but he soldiered on, unable to look at the other man. Roman felt small and insecure and was about to make a terrible mistake because Virgil had made him feel this way, so he had to be brave for once in his life and change that. Roman wasn’t there for the taking. He was… he belonged to someone.

“You’re like the impossible hero I never even dared imagine. You just appeared like a mirage and made everything so… safe. And beautiful. Logan gives us stability, but you- you’re like bloody magic. You took me in your arms the way I was and make me laugh and feel things I’d thought were impossible after – um, you k-know. Point is, you’re a fucking irritating, annoying miracle and I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you. I’m so fucking sorry, Roman. I hurt you when you needed me and made you turn to someone else and I knew you deserved better, but after I fucked up again I just became so ashamed of myself. I couldn’t look at how hurt you were and I couldn’t find words to apologize, so I hid like a coward and – and now… fuck. I drove you away.”

With shaking hands, Virgil unfolded the crumbled note, holding it out to the man who’d chosen the person who’d left it to him, because Virgil had broken his confidence.

“I’m sorry. I know you need something, but this, this isn’t real, even though it might be as… glittery, or whatever, as you deserve. I’m not much, and I can’t really promise- I mean- I’m in over my head, dude, but-”

He was interrupted as his hands were being taken, impossibly tenderly, in larger, shaking ones. Finally daring to look up, Virgil found Roman in tears before him. His green eyes were wide. He was shaking. Then, he was laughing.

A lightness flooded the handsome detective he’d never felt before. It was like he could fly, like he was falling and wouldn’t ever come down. His heart raced with euphoria. He was soaring. Virgil may be burning up with terror and humiliation and he’d take care of him in a second, but right now, he could hardly believe the things he’d told him.

Virgil admired him.

His heart leaped.

Virgil thought he was a hero.

A laugh broke from his chest, watery and unbridled.

Virgil might possibly, unbelievably, just a little bit, want him.

Roman lowered his face and cried overwhelmed tears of joy.

He knew his thundercloud wasn’t propositioning him, he wasn’t ready for anything and didn’t need him like this. The poor, beautiful creature was probably terrified of the expectations he thought he was creating – as if Roman would ever demand anything from him. There were things he’d need to tell him, reassurances to be made. But first, he needed a moment to feel all of this weight fall off his shoulders.

Rubbing his cold hands slowly, so not to startle the jumpy creature that was probably unconsciously waiting to be ambushed after giving a man an opening, no matter how small, he smiled at him tenderly. Finally, he felt like he was permitted to look at him with softness.

“It’s alright, my starry night.” The endearment hung in the air between them for a moment. Virgil looked shaken but didn’t contradict him. He probably felt like he needed to be complacent to tempt Roman back. That would not do. Still, he felt like they were finally on the right path. He’d just need to show Virgil there was a healthy way to move forward, where he didn’t need to offer himself to make Roman happy.

“You don’t need to promise me anything or trade yourself for my complacency, dearest. I vowed not to demand anything from you and a prince stands by his word. The thought of having driven you away with my affection shattered me, but to learn that you don’t feel discomfort in my presence and perhaps even gain a tiny bit of satisfaction from our friendship is enough to make my heart soar with the clouds. And don’t be afraid. This is just fine. It’s all I could wish for.” He promised earnestly, squeezing his hands softly.

“You couldn’t drive me away with anything as long as you actually want me there. I’m happy to come with you, wherever you want to go.”

The utter softness of the detective’s voice brought the young barista up short. Virgil’s breath caught on his emotions. Mortified, he needed to blink back tears. Oh god oh fuck oh shit what had he just told him?! Had he just made a fucking confession? Oh no no no he wanted to die.

Sensing his mortification, Roman offered the safety of his arms hopefully, ready to protect him from this place that made him anxious and to let him hide his face. Knowing the alternative was punching Roman unconscious and running away, Virgil gratefully dove into his arms. What the fuck was supposed to happen? He’d already made a fool of himself, might as well get a hug out of it as well.

“I know you’re scared, little bird.” His deep, hoarse voice rumbled softly against Virgil’s ear where he pressed it against Roman’s chest. He sounded utterly calm, like all of his fears had left him. Like he was where he belonged. His arm settled around the narrow waist and held the trembling creature close while his other hand cupped the the back of his neck in a warm grip.

“There is nothing to fear with me.”

Virgil took in a shuddering breath, overwhelmed by the sudden wave of affection that hit him. He clutched the taller man tighter, squishing their bodies together. He smelled good, of cologne and this heady, male scent that made warmth spread through his veins. Though he was terrified of the possibilities for terrible, terrible things he’d just created, he knew he wouldn’t take those words back if he could. The silk of the cravat tried around Roman’s neck was cool against his cheek, taunting him with the threat of seducing him into another person’s arms. A fire blazed in his chest at the thought. He clutched at the muscle under his hands with sudden possessiveness. He was the one Roman had wanted first. The one he’d fought for and called ridiculous fucking names and gotten in trouble for. He was the one who would protect him from his silly mind that tried to betray him with stupid, romantic idea. He’d protect him from them. And if he had to face his feelings and try to somehow find a way to give him what he needed from him, then he would do that. Despite being frankly terrified. If things went wrong he could destroy his family. He could break Roman’s heart. He was likely to break Roman’s heart actually. He didn’t do lovey dovey relationship stuff! He didn’t even know what he was supposed to do with him! Sex was potentially no problem, of course. He knew he could satisfy him, there was nothing he hadn’t tried and excelled at yet, he was a genius gymnast after all. The problem was the- the emotional bullshit. He didn’t know if what he was feeling was even what he was supposed to feel in a relationship and-

“Hush, darling.” Roman rumbled in his ear. “You’re thinking too much. It’s all good. This is perfect.”

Oh. Okay. This he could do.

Relaxing into the embrace, Virgil allowed himself to be cradled by larger hands, marveling that they remained safely on his back and sides even after his stuttered confession. With the excuse of staying in this position for Roman’s benefit alone, he could breathe quietly and just feel the pleasure of being held onto as if he were the whole world. This actually felt really, really good. All of Roman’s attention was focused on him. He was safe and tender and a dork and so pretty Virgil sometimes hurt just looking at him. And he needed Virgil. He wanted Virgil without demanding anything. He was his for the taking, if he wanted him.

Oh fuck, Virgil wanted him.

He wanted him so much he was ready to straight up murder this bitch if they ever dared so much as breathe on his man again.

Possessive, fierce anger at the thief made Virgil curl his fingers into claws, digging them into Roman’s back. Before he could fully realize he might be hurting him, the taller man gasped and shivered in his tight grip. He didn’t try to hold Virgil harder or pull back. He just let the former criminal have his way with him and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. For Roman, the unloved, undemanding, ignored child, this vanilla, huggy, friendshippy thing might be enough, but it dawned to Virgil that it wasn’t for him. He wanted to grab Roman and have him all to himself. He wanted to be the one who got to claim him and touch him – be the only one who got to touch him - and make him laugh as freely as he had after his confession. He wanted him to look at him alone with those awed, beautiful eyes. He wanted to somehow make him happy and confident. He wanted- he wanted… so much.

Still, even as he realized that he really wanted to touch Roman more, at least as long as he remained so docile and nonthreatening under his hands, he knew the pleasure he could give him as a former prostitute wasn’t what Roman needed. Even though he claimed he would be fine with the little attention Virgil had just given him, he knew he dreamed of more. And the thief would continue to be there to fearlessly court him. Which meant, if Virgil really wanted to keep him, which he, oh my fucking fucking shit, really actually wanted, then he needed to step up his game.

Trying to breathe through the rush of panic at the realization that he would have to try to talk about his feelings, he buried his face in Roman’s neck, standing on his tiptoes to get closer.

Since when did he try to get closer instead of away when he was frightened?

Obediently, Roman’s arms tightened around his waist to support him. A small, pleased sigh escaped him.

Neither knew how long they’d held each other when a creak in the hallway woke them from their comfortable bubble. Drawing back from his hiding place, Virgil immediately felt his face burn crimson. This was worse than that one time he’d almost told Sam Gallagher in High School that he’d liked her. He could have never faced her again. Unbelievable that he’d been stupid enough to say those things to Roman, he lived with the man! Oh fuck.

Roman on the other hand appeared more relaxed than he’d been in weeks. His smile was tender and radiant. Every breath seemed to help him unwind further. He was beautiful.

Virgil forgot a little bit of his shame as he looked at him through his bangs. He’d done that. He’d really put this smile on Roman’s face. It was… amazing. A fluttering lightness warred with his embarrassment and fear. He liked that he’d made him feel this way. It drove away the awful, ugly feeling of guilt and anger inside of him and made space for… whatever the fuck this exciting, dumb thing he was experiencing was. He wasn’t quite ready for more emotional revelations today, so instead he growled, “Can we go home now, dude?”

A little laugh shook Roman’s broad shoulders. He tangled his fingers together in front of him in an unusual show of bashfulness. Virgil liked that too.

“Um… yes, I guess we can return to the apartment, dear.” He answered. Virgil felt safe enough to glare a little at the nickname. That would have to stop once they were of safer ground. He was still a hardened criminal, not some fancy poultry or shit like that. Speaking of the apartment.

Daring to peer around him curiously, Virgil asked, “The heck is this place, anyway?”

“Oh. Never mind that. It’s just more of my tragic, not-at-all-fun-to-listen-to origin story. Let’s just return home and drink cocoa. Perhaps the- the professor has left already.”

Virgil growled. “He better have.”

His anger seemed to calm Roman a great deal. What was the moron thinking? That he’d prefer this weird, trashy, horny man-child over him? Delusional, seriously. And he was way too shy again. Virgil, incredulously, wanted him to talk to him. He wanted him to want to confide in him.

“It doesn’t have to be fun to listen to, you know?” He tried softly. “If you wanna talk feelings I’m here. I give a shit about your past, I guess. Helps me understand you better and… I want to understand you. Weirdo.” He added tamely. Too much niceness would make him break out in hives, he was sure.

Roman chuckled at his attempts to help him open up, ever appreciative of the little effort Virgil was capable of. His shoulders sagged a bit as he considered it. After a moment though, he stepped aside.

Curious and anxious to find a way to get this over with and make him smile again, Virgil stepped past him silently and peered into the wide, empty space.

The apartment was in bad shape. The old, wooden floorboards were scratched and in need of a thorough sanding and a fresh coat of varnish. The walls looked even worse. Long strips of wallpaper were peeled off by nervous hands in many places. What was left of it was splattered with suspiciously reddish splashes and yellowish stains. A narrow bathroom was visible through the door on the right side of the room. The sink was chipped and the mirror above it was spiderwebbed by cracks focused around a point of collision the size of a man’s fist. With horror, Virgil spotted the telltale black shadows of mold on the upper corner. The opposite wall of the bathroom was kicked in partly and revealed the cheap wooden construction underneath. Nothing but a table and a chair were placed in the cold, drafty space aside from a tiny kitchen corner with an old stove and a small fridge that rumbled noisily, and a plastic box filled with dish soap, detergents and such. Despite the deplorable state, everything was as clean as it could possibly be.

Drifting into the damp-smelling room and shivering at the cold air wafting through the badly insulated windows, Virgil took everything in, trying to make sense of what he saw. The door on the other side of the room drew his attention. It was half open and admitted a view of more furniture. Almost afraid to step inside, Virgil slipped through the crack and stopped in his tracks.

On wooden pallets, a mattress covered in clean, dark red linen was placed. At the foot of the improvised bed a plastic sheet was folded that appeared to have usually been pulled over the fabric to protect it from the dust raining from the ceiling. A space heater sat on the ground to ward off the chill the clearly broken radiator couldn’t get rid of. Next to it, Roman’s phone was charging on the ground. On the far wall, a vanity with beauty products sat. On Virgil’s left, a long rack was holding hanger after hanger of clothing tidily zipped up in white cotton covers. And there were boxes. All of them closed tightly with tape to protect them from dust or hungry animals, and all of them tidily labeled. Swiping his gaze over them, he deciphered the swooping handwriting.

Octavia’s books.

Stepping closer, he discovered another sharpie-written label.

Octavia’s PlayStation games.

Another box, tidily and carefully sealed and labeled.

Octavia’s boots/jean jackets.

Crouching down and running almost reverent fingertips over the writing, Virgil continued to read with a sinking heart.

Octavia’s writing/notes/drawings from primary school.

Another box.

Octavia’s t-shirts.

And two more, placed close to the bed and sealed as tightly as the others, unopened.

Octavia’s buttons/jewelry/belts.

Octavia’s pictures/phone/laptop.

Virgil’s vision was blurring as he spotted the bottommost box.

Octavia’s stuffed toys/post-it notes from Nana.

Wiping his eyes, Virgil rose to face the detective making himself as small as possible in the doorway.

“Oh fuck, Roman.” He muttered. Crossing the room with long strides, he grabbed the larger man and pulled him into his arms hard.

Roman shuddered with a suppressed sob and folded himself into the embrace.

“It’s okay, man. I’m here. It’s alright now. I know.”

And he did. He knew in his bones that this was the last place Roman had seen his sister. This was the apartment she had ended up hiding away in to consume the drugs she had fallen prey to. This might even be the place she had died in. The place young Roman had found his big sister in. It was the only thing he had left of her.

He understood, in a way, how you could be so trapped in your pain and your awful memories of the end of a life that you couldn’t look past it too see the good times. You couldn’t remember what the person used to look like before, happy and healthy. The only thing you could remember was their pain and your failure. You could remember nothing but the things you did wrong, instead of the ways you helped. The times you made them smile. The happiness you put into their lives.

He could barely recall the times he’d come home from school to see his mother wave from the window as she’s spotted him walking up the street, so happy to see him. The way her cooking had smelled, the way she had sat at the kitchen table with her feet up, with the slippers with the three buckles and tiny pink flowers on them. The way she liked to go shopping with him and look at the flowers and decorations in the shop. She liked to buy little things to put on the windowsill. A pained, small smile stole its way onto his suddenly tear stained face, surprising him.

“Tell me about what she liked to do best.” He whispered to Roman softly, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

Roman took a deep, shaky breath.

“She… she liked skateboarding. She started secretly learning how to do it in the stables at home. Our parents wouldn’t go there unless they wanted to show off our priced horses. She was so proud when she learned to do a kickflip.”

“That’s pretty cool.” Virgil mumbled into sweet smelling hair, daring to bury his fingers in the thick locks and massage the back of Roman’s head gently. The taller man sighed at the pleasant sensation, unwinding under the pale hands.

“Yes, she was very cool. Mother wanted her to learn how to ride, so Octavia taught the horses tricks. She wanted to do donuts with them. With limited success.”

Virgil laughed incredulously. Roman joined in, reveling in the memory that suddenly became clear before his eyes.

“She was a kick-butt PlayStation player as well. Her and Nana liked to play Mario Cart. They both kept wiping the floor with me. I was always more one for the finer arts.”

“Your fricking Nana played PlayStation?” Virgil asked, delighted with this tidbit of information. He made sure to settle his limber body comfortably against Roman’s, encouraging him to keep holding on.

“Oh yes. Yes, she was good at learning things she wasn’t supposed to as a lady. She used to go rock climbing in her youth and she always owned the fastest cars. We learned how to drive in a Dodge Viper. That turned out to be a very poorly thought out idea, since I got it stuck between the bushes at the estate.”

Virgil gasped with horror and laughter. He pinched Roman’s ticklish side just because he deserved it. “You fricking moron, seriously?! You got to drive a classic sports car and you put it in the bushes?”

Roman yelped and tried to squirm away, with limited success, since he was still holding on to his attacker. Stumbling and getting tangled up with each other, they tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs. Spluttering with laughter, they settled on the mattress, close enough to lean against each other.

“I’d like to see you do better with a teacher who shows you the wheel and accelerator and tells you to punch it!” Roman howled, playfully offended.

“Octavia managed to finally do her donuts though.” He added. “She went to the horses afterwards and told them to suck on that.”

Virgil giggled, leaning more of his weight on the man huddled close to him. Roman brought his arm up and held him. The young barista continued to weasel happy stories about Octavia and Nana out of the detective until he unpacked one of the boxes, possibly for the first time since he’d sealed it years ago, and showed him her writing. She’d been really good. Rude. Virgil liked that. They poured over her drawings and feisty poems and playfully insulting post-its she’s left for Roman until their shadows grew longer and Logan’s worried texts started making their phones vibrate.

Deciding to end the day on a happy note and to boost Roman’s confidence even if he’d have to deal with the aftermath of his honesty tonight while hiding under his covers, Virgil pulled a few crumbled, glossy magazine pages from the pocket of his jacket.

“I think we better get home. Let’s pack up this stuff with Logan some other time.”

Roman nodded quietly, a soft look on his face. He didn’t protest Virgil’s blatant attempts to steamroll him into moving out of this place. He seemed relieved. Unburdened.

“Here.” Virgil muttered, already feeling a blush coming up and trying to hide it under his bangs. “Let’s look at this fucking picture of you so you can preen again, alright, dude?”

Curiously, Roman flattened the crumbled pages Virgil had ripped from the magazine he’d spotted and impulsively bought on the way home.

It was him.

A large, full color image of Roman. He was striding from a building alight with roaring fire behind his tall figure. Orange light was framing him while smoke billowed dramatically. In his arms he was clutching a slight body huddling close for protection. Despite having felt disoriented and half suffocated as he’d stumbled outside, on the photograph he looked strong and confident, even heroic. A streak of soot was artfully brushed across his cheek. Brightly burning sparks were dancing around him as if he’d been bending the very fire around his body. It was a stunning image.

Baffled, Roman stared at himself, printed in a magazine titled with the lines This detective is on fire. Skimming the text on the second page, phrases and words stood out to him.

‘Detective Roman Prince, who was credited with recovering the secretly stolen St Edward’s Crown as well as bringing down the gang The Howling Scorpions with his partner Logan Sanders…’

‘…fearlessly put his life on the line…’

‘…stormed a factory already blazing brightly due to a suspicion of a missing person…’

‘The precinct asks to respect the hero’s privacy during his recovery…’

‘…will hopefully soon be available for interviews on his daring rescue…’

‘…an idol for young, aspiring officers and civilians alike…’

A chuckle drew him out of his stupor. Virgil was glancing up at him from his hunched position, warm amusement reflected on his features. He looked like he was gazing at something he liked. This look, more than even the article, gave Roman a boost of strength and courage he’d never felt before. Virgil had found and kept this picture of him and as he glanced down at it with a flush, Roman could see that he enjoyed the image. And why shouldn’t he? Roman looked simply radiant! Pride filled every corner of his being. Virgil liked him! Virgil thought he was heroic! He’d probably dream about this image of him – brave and strong and chivalrous! Roman finally, blessedly felt like himself again. Better than himself, he realized as he tenderly gazed at the pale, lovely wildcat shielding his face behind purple locks. He felt like the man Virgil saw in him. He’d never felt his beautiful. Like a hero! An admirable knight!

Feeling a rise of ideas Virgil didn’t appreciate at all, he boxed Roman’s arm firmly.

“OW! WHY?” The detective howled, rubbing his poor, sore arm.

“To cool down your ego.” Virgil growled at him. “Come on. Patton’s making cocoa. We can buy the other magazines for you on the way.”

“THERE’S MORE?!”

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It looks like Roman’s arc is starting sooner than anticipated. Virgil will have to work to keep him for himself since Deceit surely will try hard to win his prize. And I wonder who will see his picture in the newspaper?

Next Chapter

#Sanders Sides #my writing #keep him safe #detective AU #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders

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holygayrightsbatman · 5 years

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the umbrella academy cast reacts to you dying of dysentery

Luther:

MY DAD SENT ME TO THE MOON!!!! [locks you in a cell until you starve to death]

Diego:

[stabs you in the back of the neck with a knife] goodnight sweet prince 😭

Allison:

I heard a rumour that you shitted and farted and camed at the same time

Klaus:

[smokes meth]

Five:

Whatever... [teleports away to go fuck a mannequin]

Ben:

[says nothing because hes dead]

Vanya:

i,,m s o fucn;ing ssowrr y tbjis is,,, al;m my fau,lgt [blows up the moon]

Reginald:

Lol [kills himself]

#hhhhh oof why did i make this?#tua #the umbrella academy #ua #jay.txt

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dumbledearme · 6 years

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prologue—swan lake interlude

~~ read Swan Song here ~~

Act I — The Dark Curse

“The swan song is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. The phrase refers to an ancient belief that swans sing a beautiful song just before they are to die, having been silent during most of their lifetime.”

At first, I found nothing out of the ordinary. To my childish eyes, it certainly made no difference the oddities of my everyday life. I can't tell you when I started to notice that things weren't quite right with the people around me; one day, it just dawned on me—that lonely feeling of being the only one who can see the truth and still not quite understand it.

Children don't grow up. Not like me. When the grownups see me about, they often have that same surprised reaction, like it's the first time they are seeing me properly, like it took them this long to notice the changes about me.

"Dear God, girl, you've grown!"

"Hannah banana, look at you, you're so big!"

"Won't you ever stop growin', lass? Ha ha!"

The aftermath of that is the inadequate feeling I get, like I'm doing something wrong. Like there is something wrong with me. Like I am the strange one. I grow up when others don't. I change while everyone else stays the same.

It can drive you crazy.

September 2nd. Never fails to arrive. It is my mother's birthday. The Madam Mayor is thirty-five years old. Every September 2nd. Of every year. I started to notice that when I was seven, and to comment on it, but Regina only gives me that look that says I'm losing my mind and she's not quite sure how to deal with it.

"I turned thirty-four last year," she tells me but we both know that isn't true. She can't stand the heartbreak that gives me—the lies—so she turns away and avoids talking to me until I've decided to let the subject go. But however gullible I try to be, the truth still haunts me because I get to remember her turning thirty-five again and again and again.

Regina is not all bad, I don't think. She isn't around much anymore, but when I was young, when I didn't notice the inertia around me, we used to do everything together. She read me books and sang my lullabies. She took care of me whenever I was sick and not once did she complain about my moods. It was only when I started questioning her that she drew back, that she pushed me away.

We barely talk anymore. She denies my accusations with such skill I always end up doubting myself. Maybe there is something wrong with me—maybe I am crazy. I got mixed up. I can very well repeat the lies my mother tells me until it becomes easier to just believe it and to forget how eerie life truly is in Storybrooke.

When I was eight, I begged Regina to take me on a trip. "Anywhere," I told her. It didn't matter. I just knew I had to get out of Storybrooke for a while. I had to be away from those people frozen in time, doing the same thing every day like it was their first time at it.

Regina did everything to try and change my mind. But I was decided. I needed a break. Regina, of course, refused so vehemently that I was forced to think she had another reason for not wanting to leave Storybrooke. It couldn't be work; it is a small town, they would survive a few days without Madam Mayor. But Regina didn't give in and turned snappy whenever the subject was brought up again.

It was then that, alone in my room, I sat in front of the computer and googled 'Storybrooke, Maine'. There were no results. It is a small town, but it isn't possible that there is absolutely nothing about it out there. No records. No prints. It's like it doesn't exist. And for a moment back then, I remember I started to panic.

What if it doesn't exist? What if my life is a lie? What if none of it is actually happening? It is like being trapped inside a bubble, floating in outer space, just waiting for it to explode.

That must be when I die. When there is nothing left.

I have no one to talk about it either. I tried Regina, who must have been my best friend at one point or another, perhaps my only friend. But Madam Mayor doesn't tolerate children's foolishness. She doesn't tolerate curiosity, or stubbornness, or insistence, while I, on the other hand, don't tolerate resistance, stubbornness and lies. We yell at each other and I would end up slamming my bedroom's door in her face, and crying, and wishing I had been adopted by literally anyone else in the whole world, anyone as long as they don't live in Storybrooke, Hell.

Why can't Regina believe me? I never found out. That might have been the real issue that estranged the two of us. All I've ever truly wanted was for someone to believe me. Someone to listen, to take me seriously. Someone who doesn't exist in these parts. And there is zero hope of ever meeting someone new because nobody ever comes to Storybrooke.

It's like a curse.

That's what I believed at ten years old. But when I was twelve, I met a girl who was new in town. Lily. She was wild and strong, and had this really cool birthmark on her wrist in the shape of a star. She was the most interesting person I had ever known. She was everything I wanted to be. Lily would do what she wanted, never answering to anybody, never afraid of anything. She had come to Storybrooke in a bus from New York City. She was running away from her parents. She'd come from a home situation much like my own—adopted and misunderstood. Lily knew what it was like to live in a place where nobody cared about her. She knew what it was like to not fit in.

Lily was the best friend I never had. After a whole month of acquaintance, in which I skillfully hid her in my house without Regina noticing, her adoptive parents found her and took her back to New York. Both of us tried to keep in touch for a while, but things got complicated. I tried to run away from home once, too, I tried to go be with Lily in New York, but I can't leave Storybrooke. The town itself won't let me. The curse won't let me.

It is my own personal piece of hell.

It was around this time I started to have private sessions with Dr. Hopper. According to everyone, I am utterly crazy and I need professional help. There is something wrong with me after all. So Regina had to do something before the situation got out of hand. Like me, she knows the doctor can't help, but I suppose we both realize this is better than pretending nothing is the matter.

Some old wounds are opened when I visit with Dr. Hopper. He suggests that perhaps I am acting out because deep down I want to leave to go find my birth parents. He makes me ask painful questions aloud. Why have they given me away? Why have they given up on me? Why didn't they want me? Why did they condemn me to a life of watching the clock tower needles that will never move? Who are they? And what did I do to be discarded like a sack of bad potatoes?

The matter is taken with Regina as well. With every question, with every presented possibility, the edge between us grows, until there is nothing else between us except feign civility.

I've only known one person in Storybrooke with whom I don't have to pretend. I don't have to lie or be afraid that she'll think I'm crazy. She doesn't. Ms. Blanchard, the sweet school teacher, is who I go to whenever Regina acts less like a mother and more like an evil stepmother. Ms. Blanchard always knows what to say; she's never too busy to help. She has the true eyes of a loving friend—she is a comfort, a reward, a privilege.

When I was a child, she helped with stories. She would tell me of far-off kingdoms, magic spells, princes in disguise. Monsters and heroes. Fantastic lands. Things every little girl needs. When I grew up, her subjects became more honest. We discuss real things. Usually we end up talking about myself because Ms. Blanchard doesn't know—or can't remember—anything about her own past. That's not surprising. Ask anyone here any personal questions and their minds go blank.

I have given up hope that someday I'll get to move forward. I have accepted my fate. Here I am: Hannah Mills, adoptive daughter, likes pianos and flowers, reads lots of books, is decidedly crazy and honestly a bit of a bore. This is who I am going to be forever.

This is my curse.

Unbeknownst to me, however, things do start to change. With their arrival. The two dark strangers. Mysterious youths that comes to Storybrooke in old-school motorcycles that wakes up the whole neighborhood. They ask for rooms at Granny's B&B. And they follow me with their eyes like they expect something interesting to burst out of me.

They make everything change—and the clock's needle finally moves.

#swan #swan song #fanfic #dfcrosas #ouat #genderbend #hannah mills #regina mills #storybrooke #magic #once upon a time #henry mills #emma swan #the swan princess #flynn rider #princess odette #dark curse

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its2019lol · 7 years

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Kingsman: The Golden Circle (Review)

I felt the need to write this because I have a lot to say about it.

Needless to say........SPOILERS AHEAD AND DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE FILM AND DON’T WANNA BE SPOILED!

Okay so this isn't gonna be in any proper format, so there's that.

I had been waiting for this movie for a while and I'm truly indifferent of whether of not it lived up to my expectations.

The first sequence with Eggsy and Charlie fighting was so rushed and really random to me. I think it was just used as a sequence to possibly wake the audience up lol

Merlin’s character development and extra screen time was so rewarding.

Tilde is a cute and good gf protect her tbh. Her smoking the joint while refusing to text Eggsy back was the most relatable content in this movie.

Although this movie had its flaws, I will give it this. THE COMEDY WAS GOLD. So many endless clever sequences such as the bit where Eggsy has dinner with Tilde's parents and the bits with Elton John. I laughed so hard at some points that my sides were hurting.

This film confirmed all my headcannons about dating Eggsy and I'm gonna be forever in my feelings about it.

I like that even though Eggsy's status has changed and even though now he is a bonafide spy, he never lost sight of what's truly important and stayed close to his original friends. The scene where he's having a drink and hanging out with Tilde and his friends was so cute :(

BUT THE FUCKERY THAT FOLLOWED HOLY SHIT

They brought the new friend in for like 0.005 seconds just to kill him AND JB. The first of many heartbreaks this film gave me.

ROXY'S DEATH WAS THE MOST UNNECESSARY THING ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH

At least the last thing Eggsy said to her was call her his best friend </3

Eggsy and Merlin getting drunk off the whiskey in the safe and it took them until they reached the end of the bottle to realize what it said: big mood.

And they went to America LOL

I’m sorry but Channing Tatum and Jeff Bridges’ characters were......irrelevant. However, I still enjoyed them and Tequila’s first meeting with Eggsy and Merlin was HILARIOUS.

Now.......Poppy..... See.....

I liked how ruthlessly insane they made her, but I disliked how easily they were able to kill her. Valentine was such a braw to the death and then with this.......Eggsy just stabbed her in the neck and she died......if anything, Charlie was more of a strong villain in the movie than Poppy was. I guess they used the trope of a villain who has all their henchmen do shit for them, but I just thought the way she was killed off was way too easy.

BUT OMG I love the aesthetics of all of Poppy Land tbh

Speaking of Poppy and Poppy Land, gotta love them unnecessary cannibalism like......??? Thanks we get it shock value

The gadgets of the statesman were bomb af I was proud of that

GINGER ALE AND WHISKEY OK

I love them both

Ginger Ale was so intelligent and an amazing character over all

IM SO HAPPY SHE’S A FIELD AGENT NOW

I hope they add more amazing statesman like her in the future, especially woc

#JUSTICEFORWHISKEY because the whole part about him being a double agent and turning against them was bullshit

You’re gonna kill off the only brown man in the movie and demonize him in the process?? Sorry that just doesn’t sit well with me.

It’s not like he didn’t have a reason to do what he did?????

His high school sweetheart got caught in the cross fire between meth heads at a ....I think he said ...convenience store?? But regardless, experiencing that would definitely scar him and make him have a different attitudes about drug users so....? wtf

I did truly enjoy Harry’s storyline in this, it surprised me. I like the whole element that the statesmen can bring people back to life from a head shot, like FUCK IT UP

Harry’s butterfly spacing out moments was hilarious

EGGSY HELPING HIM REGAIN HIS MEMORY WITH MR. PICKLES WAS SO SMART ILY EGG

The blue vein thing freaked me out and every i see a vein pop up on my skin I’m gonna be paranoid now thanks

Action sequences/car chases bore me in general so tbh I didn’t pay attention to those.......sorry.......

and last..........but CERTAINLY not least....

MERLIN.

WHAT THE FUCK.

HOW DID THEY FUCKING KILL OF MERLIN

I legit sobbed for 15-20 minutes in the theater after it happened

I’m not joking

My friend can testify to this

And the way he died was so emotional, how he sacrificed himself for eggsy and harry :(

I’m rly pissed about this bc the three ppl that were killed in this movie were a woman, a brown man and the only canonically gay character in this franchise.

UMMMMM?? NO.

But on a lighter note, Eggsy’s wedding with Tilde was sweet and I’m glad her and his other friend were able to be saved.

He’s legit a prince now and he’s also a spy. Goddamn.

In conclusion, I did enjoy the film overall, I just feel like too many things were done for shock value and it made the plot lack. But again, this is just my opinion so!

#kingsman the golden circle #kingsman #kingsman spoilers #taron egerton #eggy unwin #harry hart #colin firth #mark strong #movies #film #mine

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biblionerd07 · 4 months

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By way of warning, I may be starting a Breaking Bad rewatch soon, and I cannot be responsible for the person I become while I watch Jesse Pinkman suffer.

#brba #jesse pinkman #my sweet meth prince

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heyscience · 7 years

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-Rules: tag 10 people you would like to know better @therealmnemo I read yours and thought it was cool so figured why not? :) Birthday: 28 September Gender: cis woman Relationship status: single Zodiac sign: Libra Siblings: I have 9 - I only share both parents with one of them, but we all consider each other immediate family. I have a half brother and sister, brother, step brother and four stepsisters Wake up time: Usually around 11am-1pm (I work nights) Lemonade or sweet tea: Lemonade. Day or night: Day, for sure. I don't like working nights, but I do love a 'night on the town' or however you say it Coke or pepsi: whatever I can get for free Calls or texts: Texts, but I am the WORST at replying. It's taken me 5 weeks to set up a date with a pretty lady I met at Mardis Gras. FIVE. WEEKS. Met a celebrity: I get reeeeeeeally star struck, so just know that I have flailed and made heart eyes at all of these people: Cate Blanchett (I got to tell her I love her work and her Sydney theatre company is amazing), the voice actors for Goku and Vegeta from Dragonball Z (it's a big deal for me ok), voice actor Todd Haberkorn, Dante Basco (Rufio and Fire Prince Zuko) and a bunch of Australian politicians who I guess?? Are celebrities??? Sort of?? I met Cate Blanchett cos she was the guest speaker at a fundraiser for my fave politician so y'know, that's like double the fangirling Smile or eyes: Smile Country or city: City Last song I listened to: Liability - Lorde (new fave song) Nickname: I don't think I have any. Some people have tried to call me Lynnie but they stopped because I hit them Star sign: Libra Height: 161cm, which is 5'3 Time right now: 7am Favourite music artist(s): my taste in music is objectively terrible Song stuck in your head: Liability by Lorde (plays on repeat) Last movie watched: Monsters University (I CRIED. How did Pixar DO that??) Last tv show watched: Critical Role (web series count right?) What are you wearing right now: PJs When did you create your blog: I don't know What kind of stuff do you post: stuff about my life that's possibly a little over-share for Facebook, occasional moping about my mental illness, stuff that makes me lol, I try to limit my Dragon Age posts but often fail Do you have any other blogs moved to / saved URL: I just started @songbird-90 to put my overflow of Dragon Age feelings and I've got a chronic illness blog called @spoonie-tunes Do you get asks regularly: No?? I don't think so. I like to send asks but I worry if it looks like I'm stalking people or being creepy cos I'm usually very excited Why did you chose your URL: I love Science but I don't want to make it sound like I know things. Usually when someone says they like science it also means they're smart and they know stuff but that is Not Me. Hogwarts house: Gryffindor Pokemon team: the red one Favorite color: Red Average hours of sleep: I don't like to think about it Favourite characters: Korra from Legend of Korra How many blankets do you sleep with: as many as I need to stay warm (I get cold v easily) Dream job: a science teacher who somehow also gets paid lots of money. I maintain that since I'll be a chemistry teacher I could always cook meth as a side business. I'm keeping my options open. But srsly, if I could have a creative project on the side - like a podcast or some kind of creative story telling - that made some additional monies that would be the Dream. Following: So. Many. Blogs. I use Tumblr on the mobile app where it's reeeally easy to follow people accidentally, so honestly I've lost count. Most of my follows are intentional tho. I tag @queeniegcldsteins cos your blog is cool and I love it!

#therealmnemo #ask meme

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imagine-loki · 7 years

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TITLE: Magical Mishap CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2 ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

imagine if one day Loki just kinda… Poofs into a Cat. Like, think Maine Coon Long-Hair Cat, except he’s somehow managed to turn himself blue and got stuck in a cat form. He can still talk, it’s just now he’s an annoying cat who follows you around wherever you go until you break his accidental magical curse. Shenanigans ensue!!!

RATING: PG

“Hey, I’m back.” Kicking the door closed with my arms full I head down the corridor. Loki leaps from the table; dozens of books and scrolls tossed across the floor. “What on earth?” I place my things on the counter and turn back to frown at him. “Have a tantrum did we?” I place my hands on my hips, tapping my foot.

“This is ridiculous.” He seethes. “There’s not one solution for this.”

“I’m sure your mother will know what to do.”

“But she shouldn’t have to! With everything I have, all I know, there should be something. I’ve never needed anyone’s help before.”

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be fine. Swallowing a little of that pride won’t hurt you. You need to learn how to rely on people sometimes.” I pat him from head to tail. “Just be patient hunny.” I turn back around to pack my things away and he follows me into the kitchen. Twirling around my ankles, I struggle to put things away without accidently kicking him. “Is this what it feels like when I’m in your way?” I question, nudging him out of the way of the fridge.

“I don’t know how you manage to be so short.” He muses, jumping onto the counter.

“Well not everyone can be giants, and besides I don’t think you’re in the best position to be preaching about height right now.” I scrunch up the paper bag and throw it at him. His pupils expand, consuming the emerald of his eyes, as he leaps at the paper ball – hitting it across the room and scurrying to follow it. He runs around the room, playing soccer with the furniture like a frantic little rabbit doped up on meth. I can’t help the laughter erupting from me as I watch him bounce from wall to wall in a blue blur. Well, at least I can get the kitchen done whilst he’s distracted. After a minute he loses the bag under the fridge; running head first into it. His arms disappear beneath it, trying to retrieve it but he only pushes it further under. “Oh no; the fridge wins.” I giggle and he meows in response; rolling around to gain a new angle. Leaving him, I begin flittering around the rest of the house to get everything clean. I pack away all his spell books and what-not and begin setting the table as he starts following me around again. Taking the garbage out I have to remember to hold the door open for him so he doesn’t get locked out. Though I thought about it just for the fun of it.

“I’m hungry.” I almost step on his tail as he runs between my legs as I open the fridge. He puts his front paws on the bottom shelf, trying to reach higher.

“What do you want?” I sigh.

“I don’t know, lift me higher so I can see.” He demands with his little voice, so I pick his little blue body up – cradling him like a baby. “Ooo, what’s that?” He points and almost falls out of my arms reaching for the cake that I prepared yesterday.

“No, that’s for tonight.”

“They won’t miss a slice.” He reaches again.

“Yes, they will. And cats don’t eat cake.”

“I’m not technically a cat.”

“You’re still not having it. How ‘bout soup?” He shouldn’t make too much of a mess with that.

“Hmm … no.” He shakes his little head. “Ooh steak.” He reaches for the T-bones on the next shelf down.

“And how are you supposed to eat a steak?” I put him on the ground. “Here, there’s leftover mince from spaghetti the other night.” I pile it onto a small plate and pop it in the microwave quickly. “If you haven’t noticed, you don’t have hands and can’t use telekinesis. So you’ll be eating like a cat.” I place the plate in front of him and he looks like I just dropped his food on the floor then picked it up and spat in it. “What? It’s not like you’re eating cat food. You’re just eating without a spoon.” He grumbles before eventually eating ever so carefully, so not to get it stuck in his fur. He follows me around for the rest of the day, though runs away from the vacuum cleaning, but chases the mop around and keeps slipping on the wet floor. He has a little nap whilst I prepare dinner and when I go to get changed he follows and watches intently – so I throw my shirt at him; knocking him off the bed he gets wrapped up in it and struggles to free himself. Joanna finally arrives, and I get up with a disheartened sigh. Loki tries to follow but I shut him in the bedroom; I can’t exactly explain a blue talking cat. “Hey!” We both exclaim at the same time; embracing each other in a long overdue hug.

“Oh God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” We part so I can welcome her in.

“Oh wow, this place is nice.” She spins, studying her surroundings. “You did good girl.”

“Thank you.” I blush, leading her into the living room/kitchen.

“So, where’s your strapping man I’ve heard so much about?” She smirks, excitement gleam in her chocolate eyes.

“Oh, um…” fuck, “he got called into work; I’m not sure when he’ll get home.” I let my displeasure show and she makes a noise of disappointment.

“Oh well.” She quickly smiles to cheer me up. “Now we can have a girl’s night. Lordy, I’ve missed girl’s nights.” We chat and reminisce for an hour before dinner is ready and as I begin to take it out of the oven the phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Lady Calliope, I hope I’m not interrupting.” Thor’s voice booms on the line. “I’m out the front but I noticed you had company and didn’t want to disrupt anything.”

“Oh,” I try not to act suspicious or overly excited to dash away. “No worries. Um, did … everything go well?” I don’t want Jo to get nosy, I know she’s listening.

“Ah yes…” He sounds unsure. “I did as you asked and she gave me a response for you.”

“Okay good.” I hang up. “…Okay, okay, great, well I’ll see you tomorrow, okay bye now.” I pretend, hanging back up the phone.

“Hey listen, imma run to the bathroom; do you mind just serving I’ll be back in a minute.” I smile at Jo.

“Yeah sure, no worries.” She begins without question whilst I disappear; bypassing the bathroom and opening the front door quietly. Thor looks slightly confused still staring at his phone.

“Sorry.” I smile in greeting. “But she’s nosy and I didn’t want to have to come up with some lie about all this.” He shrugs in understanding, pulling an envelope from his pocket.

“Is Loki back yet?”

“Ah, no.” I’m so tired of lying today. Loki makes it look so easy, I find it to be a lot of effort and tiring. You date the god of mischief and lies, you expect him to do all the lying. “I just sent him out again. We ran out of wine.” I laugh jokingly with what I hope is a pleasant smile. “But he’ll call you tomorrow if you’d like?”

“Alright.” He still looks suspicious as he hands me the letter. “I’ll speak with you tomorrow.” He nods and heads back to Jane’s car. That small thing isn’t meant to contain such a large man. We both wave before I hurry back inside quietly. I sneak into the bedroom where I find Loki kneading his little paws into my cardigan.

“You little…” I threaten to whack him and he leaps up in shock. “Here.” I open the fold and lay the piece of parchment on the bed. “This better turn you back.” He begins reading intently. “And you owe me a new cardigan!” I hiss and exit, shutting the door over behind me. I paste on a smile as I walk back into the kitchen just as Jo is bringing plates to the table. “So where were we?” We pick up our conversation through dinner, though as the clock ticks on concern begins to tap at the back of my mind as Loki still is yet to emerge. What if it didn’t work?

“But enough about me.” Joanna interrupts my worry from festering. “So tell me about your man?” She grins wickedly. “From the very few photos I’ve seen, he’s quite a looker.” She gives a frustrated sigh.

“Yeah well, he doesn’t like photos.” I pick at my plate. “But yes he is ‘quite a looker’.” I return her smile. “He’s too gorgeous for his own good.” I roll my eyes. “Just wait till you hear him speak; he’s got a voice like an angel.” I chuckle, sipping what’s left of my wine. “He’s intelligent and charming, with an ego the size of Mars ‘cause he knows it.”

“Ooh, controlling?”

“Nah,” I smile to myself playing with my glass, “he just … he has a sense of power, this confidence … he likes to be in charge; he’s good at it. But with me, he has this … sensitive side. Sure he can be a cocky bastard that makes me want to hit him over the head with a pan. But he can truly be the definition of prince charming.” I smile genuinely at the table, unable to help the smile spreading my lips wide.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you this happy.” I shrug, the blood rushing to my cheeks. “You love him?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“I love you too.” That sultry voice finally enters the room. I turn, a sigh escaping my lips, as I gaze upon his divine godly body, clad in that black suit that makes me undoubtedly aroused. He sheds the jacket, loosening the tie as he leaves it on the lounge. “I apologize for my lateness.” He gives me a quick, though lingering kiss, before smiling that thousand watt smile at Jo. “You must be Joanna, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” He kisses her hand and he mouth drops open in an unfathomable smile.

“Oh sweet mother of god.” She sighs with a southern accent. “Are you for real?” She gawks at me. “Where’d you get him and where can I get one?” She beams at him, not the slightest bit embarrassed. “Can I just have him?”

“No, he’s mine.” I give him my best seductive/possessive look; though it’s no match for his. He chuckles as he walks around to the kitchen.

“Can I get you, ladies, another drink?”

“Please.” Joanna turns in her seat to study him in detail. “Lordy, you’re the luckiest person I know.” She addresses me with a chortle.

“Oh no, I’m the lucky one.” He brings over a new bottle of wine. “I’ve never been more blessed than the day I met her.” He takes the seat next to me and I give him a narrowing gaze.

“How long have you been home?” I arch my brows and he smirks.

“A few minutes.” He admits. “But your conversation was so riveting I thought I’d just listen for a bit.” He grins mischievously before leaning in to deliver a more passionate kiss.

“Oh, of course, it bloody was.” I shove him playfully. “Anything about you is riveting.”

“Only the good things.” He takes a sip of wine.

“Seriously where’d you come from? Heaven? You read him out of a book didn’t you?” She points her finger at me accusingly. “Is this like Rocky Horror? Did you create him in a lab? Can you make me one?”

“Please, Love. I’m really not that perfect.”

“Well, sir that’s definitely up for debate.”

“Well, you can debate it later. But now I finally have you here, you must tell me stories of my Calliope growing up. I’m yet to hear anything slightly embarrassing.”

“My friend you’ve come to the right place.” She reclines in her chair as if she’s a sort out oracle proud to be of service.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn. But alas, any preventions of me stopping her from continuing are futile. So for the rest of the night, the three of us retreated to the lounge, laughing to the point of tears, with my face burning red from the recitation of all my embarrassing failures. By midnight Jo falls asleep on the lounge whilst Loki and I retreat to the bedroom. I stand on my tippy-toes facing him, my fingers skimming through his raven hair, just reaching his shoulders. “Now want have we learnt today?” I question as his hands grab my waist.

“Not to dabble with ancient magic so arrogantly.”

“And?”

“And it’s okay to ask for help; and that evidently I don’t know everything, and I would be lost without you.” His lips greet mine greedily after spending two days apart; our tongues dancing to a heated rhythm. “And that you were a clumsy child who often got herself into an unfathomable and unfortunate situation.” He chuckles as I hit him, but he quickly scoops me up and lays me on the bed. “And also, that I’m the luckiest person in the world to be able to call you mine.”

“Damn right you are.” We giggle as we continue to kiss, leading into more serious foreplay. “I love you.” I moan as he nibbles down my jawline whilst removing what’s left of my clothing.

“I love you.” His lips meet mine once more before continuing their journey down my body.

“And I definitely like you in this form better. How ‘bout we just buy a cat next time.”

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Episode 40: Tencent games, Deadwood Movie & Tractor Beams

Welcome to what is yet another episode full of fun and laughter from those nut job nerds you all hate to love or love to hate? First up we have the Professor telling us about how Tencent Games is planning to use police databases to restrict access to video games; which angers Buck due to breach of privacy issues and the reality that information will be flowing both ways. Professor is excited to see who is going to be the first criminal located by the police using video games to track him down. Ahhh, China, wanting to be the world’s number 1 in everything is now tackling the obstacle of behaving with extreme stupidity on an international level.

This week the DJ brings us a story about the Deadwood tele-movie. Then the discussion delves into the range of movies and does Netflix and other streaming services spell the end of cinemas? Trust me, this is when you want to sit back with a cup of tea and watch the sparks fly. Best news is that apparently most of the original cast is back for this, including Ian McShane. Also some other movies in the works are Braking Bad, a new Super Mario movie (please, please, please don’t be a crappy as the last one) and also Steven Universe. So we will get to enjoy more from Dakota, check in on the crystal meth scene and hope the DJ stops doing weird accents.

Buck brings us news of a real life working tractor beam that has been developed in Oz! A team working at the University of Adelaide has made science-fiction a reality for us, although on a reduced scale. But it is a start and now we have lasers and a tractor beam, now we need force fields and shields, please. Buck and the Professor geek out about the possibilities that this tractor beam represents for the future; which in reality is pretty darn sweet, right?

Also we hope everyone who attended Supanova Brisabne had as much fun as we did. It was awesome meeting so many fantastic people, check the Facebook page to see some of them, and that is only a tiny sample of how incredible it was. Until next time stay safe, stay nerdy and we hope you enjoy.

EPISODE NOTES:

Tencent Games’ unique approach to gaming

- https://www.engadget.com/2018/11/05/tencent-games-to-verify-ids-for-children/

Deadwood TV movie starts shooting

- https://www.empireonline.com/movies/news/deadwood-movie-starts-shooting/

Tractor beams

- http://www.sci-news.com/physics/tractor-beam-atoms-06569.html

Games currently playing

Buck

- Mafia - https://store.steampowered.com/app/40990/Mafia/

Professor

- FAR: Lone Sails - https://store.steampowered.com/app/609320/FAR_Lone_Sails/

- Guns of Icarus - https://store.steampowered.com/app/209080/Guns_of_Icarus_Online/