#I heard Curly and Tim jumped a guy

[poptartcat]

I think today’s the day I read TWTTIN

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

need someone to tenderly hold my hand n explain to me what is happenin on my own ask blog

[hinge]

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[pumpkinsy0]

can you give your thoughts/hcs of darry slowly realizing papercut is a thing

(coming from your post about darry sewing curlys jeans)

srry u have to deal w them darry😕😕

•i think we give darry too much credit in knowing whats going on w pony, that man is overworked and stressed. even if not, usually guardians rlly do NOT know what the hell their kid is up to and thats whats going on here, pony rlly doesnt have to try THAT hard to hide him and curly being together

•ponys always had a bitttt of a “yea im way better than most ppl in this neighborhood, i would never stoop to their level” thing goin on his head and darry knew that but technically he wasnt 100% wrong so he didnt correct him (darry also lowkey has that mindset too but whatever) POINT IS, when pony started defending the HOODRAT!!!! things curly does, darry questioned y pony was doin that, cause before he would probably join along in talking down on that

•curly has a habit of writing on pony w a permanent marker, pony tells him to stop but honestly its a nice feeling. here and there curly will write his name on pony, darry sees it, and just cmon, he has to see that for the next few days and its happened multiple times, hes questioning pony on why hes letting him do that and walk around like its a stick and poke tattoo

•theres secretly this think the shepard gang does to label the ppl their seeing (sexually or romantically doesnt matter) for safety and just bc most of them r pretty possessive, they give them something of theirs to wear!! a bandana, blade, and in ponys case, one of curlys wrist bandages!! darrys heard about the whole thing around the neighborhood (thought i was stupid and childish may i add), seen it on pony, and pony swears its just bc curly had an extra one and gave it to him

•id say the reason y he thought pony and curly were still friends is bc he just assumed pony was moving fast to idk not replace but fill the gap johnny left when he died, and thats y pony was acting the way he was w curly. its already complicated and darry didnt want to complicate it more by putting pony in the spotlight

•nobody bats an eye at curly touching pony, hes always been a handsy guy, pony on the other hand??? gettin more comfortable w curly, touching his hair, seen them cuddling which ponys only done w johnny and soda,,,two ppl hes rlly close to,,,hmmmmmm. curly woke up to darry just staring at him and curly thought he had sleep paralysis, darry was just one big dark shape

•darrys probably seen a hickey on ponys neck/shoulder bit while pony was trying to do his hair in the bathroom and his shirt wasnt fully covering it tbh darry just didnt make it a big deal cause it looked like a shadow and hey ponys a teen and knows he can go to darry for (almost, lol) whatever

•instead of being like “yea theyre together” in his mind, jumping to conclusions, darry chose to stay a lil ignorant to it until it was undeniable , even then hes asking soda for extra confirmation cause hes closest to pony. also went to tim but say it w me now, tim doesnt care about his siblings love lives, but even he knows that they r cause curly wont shut up about him

•there was a time,pony and curly got picked up by a cop at makeout point, when the officer dropped pony off, tbh he was more upset at what they did that he didnt ask what they were doing there in the first place, they just b doin anything and goin everywhere thats one of the least craziest spots hes figures out pony went but darry still questioned it a tad. he meant to ask at some point but just forgot and let it go

•darry ACTUALLY found out bc pony was literally soft launching curly to darry for weeks and curly making “we r dating” jokes for months even when they werent dating lessened the shock darry wouldve went through had they not done that, manipulative freaks😒

[pendragon-writes]

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈

Batman x Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

Note: I decided to go with just the two of them doing 'normal' family stuff (Let's be honest tho anyone related or is a part of his family doesn't have normal lol) This turned into more of the whole family than just Batman but I hope you like it anon.

"Hey Bruce do you have the list?" you asked him as you pushed the cart. Today was Alfred's day off and as a result, someone had to go shopping with him since the others would've caused chaos Bruce entrusted you to help him out. "Yep," he responded, pulling his cap more down.

As much as you enjoyed non-vigilante tasks you hated the fact that you had to hide your faces just so that paparazzi wouldn't charge at you in any public spaces or the fact even though you were a teen people felt the right to try and harass you even more than they did with your older siblings.

“Great, what do we have first on the list?” Once he told you the list the both of you continued shopping for stuff, and while everything was going smoothly something just had to ruin it.

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“Oh my god is that who I think it is?” A civilian said pointing with her daughter at the both of you, this caused you to freeze up for a second before continuing what you were doing. Bruce noticed this but didn’t comment anything since he didn’t want to bring any more attention to the both of you. Before the lady could try to walk up to the both of you Bruce quickly moved you both in another direction resulting in her losing you both.

Once you finished both the shopping and putting the groceries in the car you sat in the shotgun, just as you were about to put some music on your headphones he stopped you. "How about you play some of those songs you like on here?" He asked. "Um, sure. Do you have anything in mind?" "Not at all, just whatever you want" he replied. You hummed in response and started playing I'll never smile again, this seemed to be of his liking because he nodded in approval and continued driving.

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"Hey, Bruce?" "Yeah?" "Can we go to batburger?" "Sure, make sure to call the others and see what they want and let Alfred know as well". You grinned at this and texted the group chat.

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[This Chaotic Family]

Me: Hey what do you guys want? Me and B-man are at BatBurger

Get me the Cheesy Bat Combo with a coke! :D :Blue-Bird

In that case, I'll just get my regular :Bucket Head

1 Sweet tea and a Bat Pounder thanks (N/n)! :Computer Legend

I don't mind whatever you get for me will do just fine Master (Y/N)

:Alfred The Wise

Whatever is good as long as it's vegan. :Lil Robin

A coffee and Big bat with fries :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Tim unless you've forgotten you've been banned from coffee for this week...

Fine no coffee just get me a sprite then :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Got it

Dr. Pepper and Bat Burger plz :Cass

Get me a Bat-LT with curly fries :D Oh and Duke wants the same!

:Purple Lady

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As you both finished ordering and dropping off the food you both got ready to go on patrol together, as you put on your mask you turned to Bruce who finished putting on his cowl. He nodded towards the Bat-mobile and you entered the passenger seat.

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You jumped from building to building using your grappling hook to get to the farther ones, Bruce was nearby but was doing his own patrol just like you. You finally landed next to him and waited for Oracle or someone to let one of you know of anything going down. While you'd normally get a bunch of people and places you needed to help it seemed tonight was less busy, and that was true for most of the patrol before you heard Batman himself talking to someone. You turned to him, leaned on the wall, and waited. After a little while, he responded. "On my way. Let's go"

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"You needed me, Gordon?" Batman asked. Gordon hadn't seen you yet and you wanted to see just how long it'd take. "Ah yes, thank you, Batman. We have a case that neither my detectives nor me myself can solve." He showed him a file that read as classified. "Arnold Wesker? what does he want?" You asked from behind. "AH! Oh, it's you, hey kid" Gordon responded. "And yeah it's him, says he wanted to speak to Batman himself, no idea why but he won't tell us". You sighed at this, as nice of a guy as he was his puppet was extremely annoying to deal with, even if they've been separated again they somehow always manage to get back together.

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While Batman was talking with Wesker you waited outside of the room and started tossing a coin left to right, the loud clinking noise caught some of the guards' attention. At first, they didn't say anything but after a while, one of them asked to try it and you tossed them it. Most of the guards failed but it seemed to brighten up their day slightly getting to try something new out. When the Bat himself returned he saw one of the guards attempt to pass the coin to the other side and fail miserably. When the guard noticed they slowly went to pick it up and apologized quietly.

Once that whole ordeal was done and the patrol was over you both got back to the manor and started getting ready for movie night. A common tradition in the manor and a welcomed one after Alfred suggested it as a way for all of you to spend quality time.

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"So what are we watching?" Damian asked as he petted Alfred, the cat. "I don't know isn't it Dicks turn to pick?" You responded, sitting next to Cass and passing her the popcorn, to which she smiled in gratitude. "Today, my children we are watching Master Chief!" Dick answered in a mock British accent. "Dude your accent sucks!" Jason laughed. Laughter and giggles filled the room with even Bruce himself laughing a bit at the accent.

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After a few episodes all of them were fast asleep, some on top of the others and others laying on their back, you laying your head on Bruce's shoulder. Alfred walked into the sight and smiled. He saw all of you as one of his own and seeing all of you relaxed and getting some rest brought him some joy. He covered each of you in blankets and took a picture of you all together.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Favorite song from the 60s and which one of the boys would you dance with to it?

A/N: I have so many favorites…imma just do one song for all the boys. I wasn’t originally intending this to be a writing piece; but it sorta came out like one. Oops. Should I add it to the masterlist?

DARRY CURTIS: Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

The ROMANCE tied up in the song, christ almighty

I would kill to dance to the song with Darry, late at night in the kitchen at the Curtis house

The song’s on the radio, playing just loudly enough to be heard while staying soft enough to keep the quiet atmosphere

Slow-dancing in the kitchen, waltzing in slow circles and going round and round without another care in the world

Singing to each other as well, trading the lyrics back and forth in between soft kisses

SODAPOP CURTIS: I’m A Believer - The Monkees

It just fits, okay? I wanna dance with Sodapop Curtis to the Monkees

Soda’s not a slow dancer? He finds it boring to spin you around in slow circles

But if the moment calls for it, god he can really slow dance

But I’m A Believer? He’ll always dance to it with you

Both of you giggling, jumping around and singing the lyrics to each other, no cares whatsoever

PONYBOY CURTIS: Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

I just- I really see Ponyboy whispering the lyrics to this while you’re asleep

He’s a slow dancing king, I swear to everything

He’s a little clumsy, so I can’t guarantee that he won’t step on your toes a little bit

But the look on his face is so heart-meltingly sweet that it makes up for all of it

DALLAS WINSTON: You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling - The Righteous Brothers

Okay so this is one of the first ones that popped into my mind when I saw this ask

It’s late and despite getting into a fight with Dally earlier that evening you’re still sitting at the bar at Buck’s

Dally’s been quiet all night since the fight but as the crowd continues to thin out, he walks back up, a shy and cowed look on his face

Needles to say, you end up on the dance floor, wrapped in Dally’s arms and held tight to his chest as the song floats from the jukebox

Quiet whispers from Dally, both the lyrics and apologies for the fight as he holds you close

JOHNNY CADE: Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Johnny is such a sap, such a romantic and I can’t help but think of that sweet little face when I hear the song

Just like, that’s definitely a love theme for the two of you

Imagine, sitting on opposite sides of a bonfire in the lot and catching Johnny watching you from across the fire

🎶I can't help falling in love with you🎶

TWO-BIT MATHEWS: My Girl - The Temptations

Ughhhhhh I love this song

I know, it’s gendered, but if you didn’t identify as girl do you really think Two-Bit would care?

The two of you dancing, he’s muttering the lyrics, switching all the gendered terms to whatever you use

It’s perfect? Because it’s soft but upbeat enough that Two loves it

He does this little shuffle step thing and it’s the cutest thing you will ever see in your life

STEVE RANDLE: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

The two of you at the DX shouting the lyrics back and forth because the song was on the radio and both of you needed something to smile about today

Steve likes the song? Is actually one of the few who’s going to tell you that he really likes the song

Also the kind of person who’s just going to pull you into a dance no matter where you are

Steve doesn’t care who’s watching, if the song comes on, you guys are dancing

It’s just that simple

TIM SHEPARD: Leader Of The Pack - The Shangri-Las

Hear me out, alright?

Tim hates this song; hates it, hates it, hates it

But it’s so him

“Wearing his ring”, “came from the wrong side of town”, “told me he was bad”

You can’t look at this and tell me it’s not Tim

He hates listening to it, hates dancing to it, but if you’re lucky, you can convince him to dance with you in the kitchen when everyone else is out and about

CURLY SHEPARD: My Boyfriend’s Back - The Angels

Originally? Curly definitely doesn’t like the song

It’s too girly, too pop and way too Soc-ey and he’s not into it

But you do it once, you murmur the lines to him with the sweetest of looks on your face and Curly’s calling it your song

The line about the boyfriend being big and strong is definitely Curly’s favorite

He’d also definitely beat the ever loving crap out of someone who’s been bothering you while he was away

[dickgrayson80sremixmp3]

batboys h.c. #1 - hair

dick

- dick uses custom shampoo and conditioner because he is a vain bitch who never grew out of his trust fund baby ways (i’m picturing like the function of one here purely bc that’s what i have #notanad)

- he enjoys choosing the different colours and experimenting with fragrances; currently he has pear and apple which he likes but his heart lies with vanilla milkshake (soft)

- he’s an early bird (ha) and always works out in the mornings so he showers and washes his hair then

- he finishes his showers with a blast of cold water (one of a few reasons his s/o refuses to share showers with him) - he claims it’s to wake him up but it’s really bc he heard it would make his hair shiny and dick is very willing to suffer for Beauty

- dick mastered the towel turban at a very young age

- but nowadays he has a special microfibre turban to reduce frizz

- picture dick grayson standing in his kitchen eating cereal and making a gross green smoothie wearing nothing but the tightest black boxers and a towel turban

- never say i don’t do anything for you

- when it comes to styling dick is all about volume

- when he takes his hair out of the turban he works a huge blob of mousse into it and then spends up to twenty minutes scrunching it until it looks perfectly tousled

- he likes to walk around while he does this so he has mirrors all over the apartment sure that’s the only reason

- he has a habit of running his hand through his hair though so however neatly styled it starts out it always becomes a messy heap within a couple of hours

- still v charming tho

jason

- jason is working his way down the curly hair aisle of his local beauty supply store. he picks up a different shampoo and conditioner set every time

- he’s friendly with the puerto rican women who own the store and sometimes asks them for advice

- they’ve recommended that he try a co-wash but he’s secretly worried it won’t be tough enough to clean blood and gotham harbour water out of his hair on a regular basis

- his actual routine is v basic though

- step 1: he showers when he comes in from patrol around 4/5am and washes his hair

- step 2: uses a ton of conditioner every time

- step 3: puts a towel over his pillowcase and goes the fuck to sleep

- naturally he wakes up with a mess

- drags himself to the bathroom sink, wets his hands, and rakes his fingers through his hair until his hair is at least more evenly distributed over his head

- it usually sorts itself out to some extent eventually and he spends so much time with a helmet on that he’s not too fussed about how it looks

- boom

- thatse it

- he does have a secret self care ritual - it’s not regular but every couple of weeks or so he covers his hair in a deep conditioning mask and tucks it into an old shower cap he found under the sink. next the face mask goes on, he gets a smoothie/glass of wine/elaborate cocktail depending on his mood, fluffy robe, and settles onto his sofa with a book for a couple hours

- he only does this when he’s sure to be alone and interrupting this ritual is liable to get you shot (ostensibly a warning shot but he’s not particular about where he aims said warning shot)

tim

- listen i love tim to death but the truth is he forgets to shower on an upsettingly regular basis and his hair gets greasy easily :(

- luckily all it usually takes is an ‘ew snape’ and he’s off to the bathroom at a light jog

- a freshly shampooed tim drake however is the most beautiful thing in the world

- somehow manages to have nineties boy floppy curtains in the year of our lord 2020 and not look like a prick

- this boy is a serial shampoo thief and it is not uncommon for him to walk into a room, someone to sniff the air, and promptly beat him up for hair product theft

- will he learn from this? absolutely not

- when his bangs get long enough he tucks them back behind his ears (it’s adorable)

- even more adorable is when his s/o starts leaving hair accessories lying about

- timothy drake-wayne sitting in the batcave looking sternly over his case notes with glittery butterfly clips holding his hair back

- he does not use a single styling product on his hair it just does that

- perfectly straight and shiny every time, no cowlicks, no frizz

- it’s infuriating

- after a disastrous experiment with bleach in his early teens tim resorted to a buzzcut rather than let it grow out

- the effect was,,,,interesting

- he’s constantly threatening to shave it again but everyone knows he won’t go through with it bc he heard a barista at his favourite coffee shop swooning over his hair once and now he brings it up every time someone criticises him

- ‘oh yeah well if i’m such a waste of space how come i have “““ the prettiest hair in the world ohmygod it looks so soft don’t you just wanna touch it”””, damian’

- no that’s not the reason it’s his favourite shop what are you talking about

duke

- used to have it all figured out but a recent change in career path has left him high and dry

- before becoming the signal duke’s hair was the best on his street - he favoured twist braids but he was considering locs

- wearing a helmet has kinda limited his options, so his hair is in cornrows for now to make sure his helmet fits properly but he’s not mad keen and he’s trying to figure out how to broach the subject with his barber without compromising his secret identity

- speaking of his barber there’s only one guy at one shop who duke trusts with his fade

- the shop is in south gotham

- as in the other goddamn end of the city

- it’s a fuck ass long drive from the manor

- every time he goes he looks wistfully at his old street as they pass (a fifteen minute walk from his shop)

- his stash of products at the manor are the only ones safe from tim

- it’s not that tim respected his boundaries or anything but the one time he used one of duke’s deep conditioners without checking he came out of the shower with oilier hair than he went in

- duke brought his own satin pillowcases to the manor bc he guessed (correctly) that bruce would never think of it

- they make jason snigger bc he thinks it’s like a sexy thing (ooOOoo SiLk ShEeTs)

- duke just looks over jason’s hair with a judgemental stare and tells him maybe his curl definition wouldn’t be so poor if he got satin pillowcases of his own

- (dick and tim: OOOOOOOOO)

- ((roy, somewhere in star city: OOOOO, artemis: wtf are you doing ? roy: didn’t you feel it? the burn?))

- this one got out of hand rip

damian

- when he was with his mother and the league he never concerned himself with the toiletries provided for him he just used them

- it’s only when he comes to america and is presented with fake apple scented goo that he misses what he had

- the issue is that he doesn’t even know how to start looking for his old products, and it’s not like he can just call talia up and ask her which shampoo she used on him as a child

- he does consider it though

- mostly he just sulks until dick takes pity and tries to help him figure it out

- it is not successful and damian is now somehow mad ???

- as a distraction and filled with regret dick buys him a shampoo bar, the decision primarily based on proximity and novelty value - he hopes the time it takes damian to figure it out will give him time to get away

- this is more like it - damian appreciates the more sophisticated sandalwood scent and also its environmental credentials

- the downside to the bar is that it’s somewhat drying

- damian solves this issue with the only product he can remember his mother using - moroccan argan oil

- as a result his hair is now smooth, shiny, and ethical as fuck

- it also smells nice, which is the only thing tim can think of while damian is furiously challenging him to a duel, the top of his head directly under tim’s nose

- as a young ‘un damian likes to gel his hair into a part swoopy, part spiked quiff, which both highlights the thickness and lustre of his hair and also adds a crucial few inches to his height

- as an adult though just keeping it swept back neatly away from his face is enough

(a/n i rlly wanted to include duke in these headcanons bc he gets left out a lot but idk much about afro hair so if any obvious mistakes jump out to anyone drop me an ask and i’ll edit!! will also be uploading a batgals post next)

[localswordlesbian]

Something There That Wasn’t There Before: Chapter 2

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In which Martin realizes what his mother's actions mean for his future, and he finally meets this reclusive "boss" he's been hearing so much about.

Martin blinked at where the door had bin, his brain coming to a complete halt as he stared. What had just happened?

A whistle behind him shook him out of his stupor. He turned to see the two strange people looking at him. Helen looked amused while Michael looked troubled.

“Well, that was the most fun I’ve had since Mary dropped little Gerry off months ago!” Helen crooned, dropping to balance on the balls of her feet to be level with Martin – he hadn’t noticed he’d sank down against the wall, sitting on the damp ground.

“I have to say,” Michael mused. “She seemed nasty, but I didn’t expect that. Are you okay?”

Martin couldn’t answer. His mother wanted him to stay. She wanted him to stay in this terrifying castle with these weird people rather than going home with her. She no longer wanted him to care for her – he’d braved the woods, and for what? The bitterness rose in his throat again and threatened to choke him, and his eyes stung. He blinked, refusing to cry in front of these two. Whoever they were.

When he managed to look up, there was another door, this one purple, shimmering in the wall. Michael was looking at him, his expression soft. Helen had a gleam in her eye that made Martin shiver with apprehension.

At his doubtful look, Michael shrugged. “This will go to the dining room. You look like you’ve had a long night.”

Martin debated arguing, saying he didn’t trust Michael as far as he could throw him, but exhaustion weighed down his bones, and even holding his head up and eyes open was taking all his energy. So he took a step forward, opening the door and stepping through. As the door closed, he felt a pressure at the back of his head that had him groaning in pain before he stepped out onto solid ground, vertigo causing him to lean to the side before collapsing with a heavy thump.

He vaguely heard voices shouting as he drifted out of consciousness, and the last thing he heard was someone asking “Is he alright?” before the darkness took over his vision and he fell into blessed sleep.

Martin came to slowly, grogginess keeping his eyes closed. He heard several voices around him.

“He came through one of Helen’s doors. I wonder what happened.”

“I saw him when he walked in, freezing his poor arse off. Said he was looking for his mum.”

“D’you think he found her?”

“Do you happen to see an old lady anywhere around here, Tim?”

“Maybe Helen sent her through a different door!”

“Well, he’s here now, wherever his mum is.”

There was a pause in the conversation, then: “He’s pretty cute, though.”

“Oh for god’s sake, Tim–“

“What? I’m not wrong.”

Martin fought to open his eyes, bright light assaulting his senses as he took a deep breath. He vaguely saw three figures hovering over him. “Where am I?”

“Oh, good, you’re awake!” one of the figures exclaimed. Martin squinted, trying to make out any features, to  no avail. Someone must have taken off his glasses.

As if on cue, a hand held them out to him. “Here,” came the kind feminine voice. Martin put on his glasses and saw a dark skinned girl sitting on the couch near his legs, with glasses of her own and her dark, curly hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She had a kind smile on her face. “How are you feeling?”

Martin sat up, attempting a smile back. “I– I’m alright. Confused, but alright.”

The girl smiled sympathetically, fidgeting with the hem of her dark T-shirt. “That’s understandable. My name’s Sasha. Sasha James.” She stuck out her hand to him, and he shook it.

“Martin. Martin Blackwood.”

Sasha smiled at him again. “It’s nice to meet you, Martin. Welcome to our weird little family.”

Martin took another look around the room. Standing next to Sasha was the man he’d encountered yesterday, dressed in a black studded leather jacket and ripped jeans. He nodded at Martin, and Martin nodded back. “Gerard Keay, but you can call me Gerry.”

“Nice to meet you,” Martin said meekly.

Lastly, next to Gerry, there was a man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt so bright and colourful that Martin wondered whether this man was Helen and Michael’s missing third. He was broad, with tanned skin and black hair that looked like it was purposely styled to be messy. He was grinning, leaning down and bracing his hands next to Martin and leaning close to his face as Martin leaned away. “Yeah, I was right, he is cute,” the man said conclusively, and Martin could feel his face heating. “I’m Tim Stoker. Guess you’re one of us now.”

Martin chuckled nervously. “And, uh, who exactly would that be?”

Tim leaned back, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “Archival Assistants, which basically means we laze around and sometimes fetch a file for Jon.”

“Jon?”

“Jonathan Sims,” Sasha explained. “Our boss.”

That must have been the boss Michael and Helen mentioned. “Ah. Helen and Michael mentioned him. Wondered if I was, uh, his type? Anyone know what that’s about?”

The three assistants exchanged a look, seeming to have a silent conversation that Martin wasn’t privy to.

“That’s a long story,” Gerry finally said. “If you want to stay, you can. If not, you’re free to go. You don’t have any responsibility to anyone here.”

Martin considered Gerry’s words. He could leave, try and find his way back to town, figure out what to do. What would he do? His mother didn’t want him, she’d made that perfectly clear. It wasn’t like he had friends he could stay with, and though he could live in the library he didn’t particularly want to burden Phil. He remembered his promise to Jack with a pang, wondering whether the boy was waiting at the well for him to return and read to him. “I–I don’t really have anywhere to go,” he said finally, cringing at how self-pitying he sounded. Good job, Martin.

Sasha gave him another kind smile, placing a hand on his knee. “It’s okay, Martin. You can stay here. It might even help, having another assistant.”

Martin nodded, returning Sasha’s smile shyly. “Do you guys live here? Is there anyone else?”

Tim pursed his lips. “Yeah, we live here, though not by choice.” Sasha smacked his arm. “What? Might as well tell him the truth.” At Martin’s concerned look, Tim’s face softened. “Basically, the boss pissed off a very powerful witch of a man, and we all happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That place being here, and the time being when that bastard–

“Tim–“

“Fine, absolute piece of shit fucker–“

“Tim!”

“Oh, come off it, Sasha! You know it’s true. That asshole decided that the best punishment was to trap Jon here, turning him into an avatar of the Beholding until someone falls in love with him. So, of course, Jon being Jon just locked himself upstairs in the West Wing half the time because he thinks no one could love a monster.”

“Give Jon a break, Tim. It can’t be easy for him.”

“I know it’s not.” Tim sighed, meeting Sasha’s eyes for a moment before looking back to Martin. Gerry stood quietly off to the side. “Look, I love Jon as much as any of you guys, but this is getting ridiculous. The longer he stays locked away, the longer we’re stuck here.”

Gerry met Martin’s eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way. We’re not asking you to seduce our boss or anything. We’re just explaining the situation.”

Sasha jumped. “Oh, of course we’re not suggesting anything, Martin!” she said hurriedly. “No one expects you to. Like Gerry said, just explaining.” Tim said nothing.

“What’s the Beholding?” Martin asked. “And who was this witch man?”

Tim sighed. “The Beholding is one of fourteen fear entities that sort of–watches over our world. Every fear is a result of these fourteen. The Beholding is the fear of being watched, your secrets being known. Jonah Magnus, the motherfucker, was an avatar of the Beholding a couple hundred years ago, and has kept himself alive by transferring his eyeballs into a host.”

Martin cringed. “Ew.”

Tim nodded gravely. “Ew indeed. Anyway, that host is who cursed Jon, because he refused to become an avatar willingly. So now we’re all fucked.”

Martin sat back, mind reeling. “Huh,” was all he managed to say.

Sasha nodded before patting his knee again. “I know, it’s a lot. Don’t worry yourself too much – again, it really doesn’t need to involve you.” She sounded genuine as she gave him a smile and stood. “Come on, I’m going to make tea. Maybe you can meet the others, too.”

Martin smiled gratefully at her as he stood, Gerry following while Tim threw his arm over Martin’s shoulder, his mischievous grin back. “Welcome to the family.”

Martin did end up meeting everyone. Daisy, with her muscular, scarred arms, freckled skin, shorn blonde hair, and clipped Welsh accent. Basira, with her soft smile, olive skin, and pale blue hijab matching her mug of tea. Georgie, with her friendly demeanour, skin just a shade lighter than Sasha’s, and kinked hair pulled back with a headband. Melanie, Georgie’s girlfriend, with her brown bob of wavy hair, pale skin, perpetual scowl, and sightless glass eyes. He even met the cat, The Admiral, a fat orange thing that purred like an earthquake in a blender when scratched behind the ear just right.

Over the next few days, Martin helped where he could, retrieving files for Sasha that were too high for her to reach, helping Basira sort through old papers and journals in the castle’s library, giving Georgie a hand with cooking. He even had some lively discussions with Gerry about books they’d both read.

Martin also learned everyone’s tea preferences, and would occasionally bring people piping hot mugs while they worked or relaxed. If he was going to be staying here, he was determined to be helpful.

That left one person he hadn’t met yet – the reclusive Archivist. Jonathan Sims. The cursed man, the man someone had to fall in love with in order to free everyone in the castle.

Everyone except Martin.

He nearly scoffed at the whole situation. It sounded right out of a fairy tale. He wondered what being an avatar entailed. Could Jonathan Sims see everything? Hear everything?

“Essentially, yes.”

The unfamiliar voice behind him – posh, deep, and smooth – made Martin jump, spilling piping hot tea over the rim of his mug and splashing his hand, causing him to hiss in pain. He whipped around, clutching his hand, to see who had spoken, and he nearly crashed into the counter.

Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was a frail man, with brown skin covered in circular scars. The man was short, the top of his head perhaps reaching up to Martin’s nose. He had a mottled burn scar covering one hand, and a line at his throat as though he’d been held at knifepoint. He had long, wavy black hair that was streaked through with gray, which he’d put in a bun on top of his head. He was dressed in a collared shirt and jumper, and a pair of glasses perched at the end of his nose.

For a moment, Martin simply stared, speechless. “I–what?”

The man walked over to him, eyes never leaving Martin’s face. Martin’s neck prickled, like he was being watched. “You were wondering if I, Jonathan Sims, can see everything, hear everything. Because I’ve been turned into an avatar of the Beholding. And the answer, essentially, is yes.”

It took Martin half a minute of gawking at this man before he could answer. “You can read my mind?”

“For the most part. I tend to stay out of people’s heads – it’s a bit of a privacy issue. But you’re new, and I was curious. Martin Blackwood, was it?”

Martin blinked. “Yeah, I– could you not do that? Look in my head? Privacy issue and all.”

Jonathan nodded. “Of course. I apologize, I should have mentioned it before. Also, you can just call me Jon.”

Martin nodded slowly. “Okay, Jon,” he said. Jon looked up at him, an amused smile quirking his lips upward. Martin realized with horror that he’d said Jon’s name just for the sake of saying it. He fumbled for something to say. “Would you like some tea?”

Jon looked up at him for a moment before nodding. “That would be nice.”

Of course, Martin thought. Of course the reclusive guy that needs someone to fall in love with him is exactly my type. Of course he’s adorable and good looking. God has cursed my hubris.

Martin tried to chase the thoughts out of his head as he got to making Jon a cup of tea, but it was no use. He was in so much trouble.

[thepinkcar]

The TC Gift Exchange

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note: I started this a year ago as a joke but then after some thought the idea grew on me. Enjoy my weird brain.

Timothée found himself in an abandoned storage lot, sitting inside his aunt’s Toyota Camry while he tried to push down the impulse to scream. The location had been the address on a note he had received prior. The handwriting was unsettlingly familiar and read:

Honorable Timothée,

It wold be an honor to have your company at the location inscribed on December 31st close to midnight. Please bring a gift to exchange during the celebration. We hope to see you there.

In retrospect, showing up at all had been a grave mistake. He probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t desperately craved space from the New Years rager. The holiday season had been a well-desired break from the prying eyes of the public. Unfortunately it also meant an unwavering devotion to every friend and family gathering that could be stuffed into his schedule.

So here he was, risking a shoot out (or more likely, stabbing) on New Years Eve. Just as he had resolved to turn around and leave, there was a knock on his car window. A young man with long curly dark hair waved at him to get out and Timothée sighed, quickly complying. The man’s hair obscured his face, but Timothée felt a chill run down his spine once he spoke.

“You’re Timothée, right?” Timmy nodded slowly. “Is that French, ‘cause that’d be hella tight.”

Timothée froze, finally taking in the thick American accent. “Did you just say ‘hella tight’?” he whispered. The man ignored the question, instead turning towards him and offering a hand. Timothée shook it hesitantly as he tried to find the the gall to look up. 

“‘Name’s Kyle. Nice to meet you, Tim-o-tay.” Timmy looked up so fast he was almost surprised not to feel any whiplash. When he saw his own face he screamed. 

“What the fuck! What the fuck is happening? Is this some sick joke?” Timothée screeched. Kyle sighed apathetically, pulling a hand-rolled cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Timothée continued to stare at him bug-eyed, half expecting him to glitch or evaporate from his vision when he woke up from this nightmare. 

“Dude, chill. It’s not that weird,” Kyle mumbled, taking another hit. Timothée remained frozen and Kyle sighed again. “It’s too fucking cold for this shit. C’mon, we’re going inside and you better have your gift on you.”

Kyle took a step towards Timmy and Timmy flinched. Aggravated, Kyle grabbed Timmy’s forearm and pulled him inside one of the storage buildings.

The inside of the building was surprisingly cozy with the halls decorated vibrantly for Christmas. Soon they arrived in a room occupied by a Christmas tree, cookies, and an ominous circle of chairs. 

“I have him, so we can get this over with and leave!”

“Apathy has and never will be a good look on you, Kyle,” a new voice said. Timothée turned to meet Elio (or him playing Elio) dressed in his winter time outfit. He tried to set aside the creepiness of Elio’s distressed half-smile that he remembered doing during his takes for the end credits. Elio pulled him into an embrace and Timothée suppressed the urge to wriggle. 

“It’s a joy to meet you,” he said warmly before pulling back. “You’re more handsome than I anticipated.”

“How do you manage to be so narcissistic and so self-deprecating in the same sentence?” Kyle growled. Elio rolled his eyes before taking off his headphones and handing Kyle his walkman. Kyle bitterly put it on before continuing to listen to whatever was playing. 

“What’s going on?” Timmy finally mustered, his throat burning from the screaming. 

“We’re calling it the TC Gift Exchange,” Elio stated simply. “Every year, all of the characters you play come together at an undisclosed location and give each other gifts before departing back into our separate universes.”

Timothée stared at Elio in bewilderment before bursting into laughter. Elio watched him in confusion. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Of course! It’s just that my dopplegangers have teamed up to make me feel insane. Excellent work, but I think this can stop now.”

“It’s true,” two voices say. Tim and Elio turn to face a Billy from Miss Stevens and Zac from One and Two. They both have a cookie in hand with same amount of bites taken. Tim gulps.

“Each year, the universe of the most successful part that year is where we host,” Billy explains. “Last year we partied in Crema…”

“The year before that we had to do it in the ass crack of no where,” Zac mutters. 

“Hey! That spot was next to the road that I sang with Miss Stevens in the car on the way to that theatre conference. And you’re being out of character!”

“Well I’m sorry if I’ve been cranky considering my house was burned to bits!” Zac sneers.

“Boys! You’re literally the same persona set in two different storylines. Find your zen,” Elio says, immediately cringing. “I’m starting to sound like Kyle.”

Timothée shakes his head and moves to take a seat in the circle. The others soon follow suit taking their respective seats that are conveniently in chronological order. Timothée takes the opportunity to take in the others (he’s still deciding whether or not to refer to them as individuals) profiles. Elio sat two spaces to the right of him next Kyle and another doppelgänger that Timothée could only assume to be Daniel from Hot Summer Nights based solely off the fact that he wouldn’t stop rocking back and forth.

Billy and Zac buddy up next to one another beside Daniel, followed by an awkward looking Charlie Cooper and roughed up Jace. Timothée cringed at the familiar backwards cap sitting on Jace’s head next to him. He turned to Elio who had busked himself switching the tape out of his Walkman for Kyle. “This isn’t everyone is it?”

Elio raised a brow but didn’t break his focus. “What do you mean? Timothée bit his lip. He didn’t want to come off arrogant, ironically.

“There’s do roles missing from the circle.”

“Not everyone comes every year. Some are on probation,” Kyle said matter-of-factly. Timothée rolled his eyes. He forgot how much of a douche Kyle was meant to be.

“Some aren’t old enough to come, so we mail them their gifts,” Elio finished.

“But how do you send mail to a completely different universe?”

“You’re asking too many questions. Why is he asking so many questions?” Daniel grumbled, crazed eyes now trained on Timothée. Timothée felt his hands clam up more than they already had. 

“Danny, be civil,” Elio warned, giving him a cautious pat on the back. Kyle rolled his eyes.

“We mail them the same way we’re all able to gather with you tonight. Dumbass.” Timmy nodded slowly, surveying the room of doppelgängers. The more he looked at them the less anxious he became about seeing them, which only made him more anxious about how quickly he was acclimating to his Stockholm of a situation.

“What about the ones on—“

“Probation? We try to keep the celebration to main characters only, since we’re not exactly rolling in it, y’know?” Billy quipped, jumping in before Elio had a chance. “Then some people…”

“Nic can’t come because technically he’s a fictionalized real person,” Elio cut in once again, shooting Billy a cool look.

“And he’s a drug addict,” Kyle muttered.

“Recovering addict.”

“What’s the difference? There’s only one guy missing but I don’t really care if he’s here or not. I’m not a big fan of monarchy or oligarchy or government institutions—“

“—or the government?” Timothée cut in knowingly. Kyle smiled.

“See he gets it.”

A crash of metal silences the room’s chatter. After a moment of silence another doppelgänger, this time with a stylish bowl cut appears. Timothée shivers at the memory of his lost locs. Kyle scowls while Elio beams. The others arrange their reactions neatly between the two margins.

“Hello everyone. I hope you can pardon my lateness. I struggled to drag this sorry lot to the TC Exchange,” Hal declared, ceremoniously dragging in Gatsby Welles from the he-who-shall-not-be-named movie about rain. It was Elio’s turn to grimace while Kyle smirked.

“No foul, your highness. Be seated here. As for him…”

“We can’t keep blacklisting him, Elio.”

“His film didn’t even hit theaters! Mine has an Oscar, Kyle. An Oscar!” 

“You mean the award you campaign for?”

“I don’t mind.” The room turned to Timothée who had chosen to slump comfortably in his seat. He decided to sit up for the sake of his point. “I chose to play him. He still means a lot to me.”

“He’s just Kyle wearing a blazer!”

“He’s more complex than that, Elio.”

“No one if knows what he’s supposed to be like because it’s impossible to watch the movie!” Elio whined. Timothée moved to respond when a familiar click is heard from across the room. They froze to face Jace holding his signature hand gun.

“You better shut your ass, Elliot! Just because you like dick doesn’t mean you get to make all the rules. The man of the hour said he wants Gatsby to stay, so Gatsby’s staying!”

“While I try not to condone violence, unless my advisors misadvise me, I have to agree with as the kids might say Soulja Boy over there,” Hal added causing Elio to crumple further into his seat.  Timothée frowned.

“I understand why you’re upset, Elio. He somehow managed to write a poetry collection during this whole exchange. But I still wanna keep him if we’re gonna be here.”

“I’m gonna name this last one after you, Elio,” Gatsby said softly. Elio gives a small smile.

“Okay.”

“Thank god,” Kyle sighed, “Can we get our gifts now? I don’t want to ring in the new decade with you lot.”

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After an hour of mingling with his counterparts, the goodbyes tugged a bit on Timothée’s heart strings. He learned so much about everyone as far as the group dynamic went. He learned Kyle and Elio were actually quite close considering how much they seemed to rag on each other.

“You should have seen him the first year. An antisocial mess,” Elio reminisced fondly.

“That’s before a realized you have taste. I wouldn’t have shown up again if you hadn’t,” Kyle admitted begrudgingly.

Timothée also learned that while most of his characters felt similar, after two minutes of conversation the differences became glaring. Except for Billy and Zac. They were essentially the same person.

“I hope one day I’ll get a box of serotonin for Christmas,” Billy joked. Zac gasped.

“I asked for a bottle of Serotonin for my birthday!”

As Timothée walked back to his Aunt’s Camry with Hal, he couldn’t fight off the smile that kept creeping onto his face. Hal side-eyed him in solent satisfaction.

“Will we be seeing you again next year? I’m sure Elio wouldn’t mind providing free transit to space.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Timothée chuckled. “This was…nice. Like really nice. It makes me kinda glad to be an actor. In an unnerving way.”

“I couldn’t have asked for better casting. Next year should be nice since Laurie will be able to come. I think him and Elio will get on nicely, then maybe…”

“Then maybe he’ll stop flirting with you? Still not sure how I feel about that,” Timothée mumbled with a shudder. The man really needs his Oliver.

“Don’t worry yourself about it. I only have one thing to request of you good sir.” Timothée raised a brow, trying not to fidget under Hal’s intense gaze. “Please, consider doing a comedic role in the future. We could use someone to shake things up around here.” The two of them smiled before bursting into fits of laughter.

“You’ve got it King!”

“No, you’re the king today. Drive safe and we’ll see you next time.” Hal walked back into the abandoned hall while Timothée sat down in his car and prepared to drive back. Maybe in the morning he’d wake up from a highly elaborate dream, but for now he could hang on to the feeling of gratitude and appreciation.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You can do better than that; Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x reader

*Author’s note*

Alrighty my dears, this one was a bit of a challenge because apparently I don’t do well with ‘play hard to get’ so I apologize in advance if some of the dialogue or writing is too cringy but I tried my best cause I got too deep into this fic. So I hope to the anon who wanted this request ends up happy with the result and I thank you for being sooo patient with me :) Not really any big warnings just swearing, mentions of being played, but there’s mostly fluff.

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*March 1st, 1971*

It wasn’t easy but I managed it.  Making the big jump from moving out of my home country of America to here in England was tough and of course the homesickness hit after the first couple of weeks but somehow I managed.  I knew I needed to be here in Britain because it had so much more potential for me than America ever did.

That is of course when my noisy neighbor isn’t banging away at what sounds like a drumkit at the early stages of the night.  I never really got to meet them because for the past several weeks, I’ve been trying to get interviews for some record companies so that one day I can become the first ever female record producer since I’ve had an ear for talent. But until then I’m stuck with two jobs in order to pay the bills, by day I work as a waitress at a nearby restaurant then twice a week by nightfall I work at a local bar—or I guess I should call it a pub since that’s what they call it here in England, as a bartender near the University.

I had just gotten in from a seriously long shift at the restaurant since one of my coworkers thought I would be the perfect candidate for covering for him while he takes his girlfriend out on holiday for their anniversary or some shit. So 12 long hours instead of my usual 9hr has made me not only exhausted but irritated and hangry.

After finding me some cookies to chow down on, I collapsed onto my bed, not even bothering changing out of my uniform and tried to sleep.  Just when I thought I could finally fall into a deep sleep; my noisy neighbor once again began banging on those blasted drums.

“That’s it! I can’t take this anymore!” I got out of my bed and left my apartment and went over next door.  I banged on the door to give this guy a piece of my mind.  Because for the past few days they would be drumming till the but crack of dawn which made it impossible for me to try and go to sleep, especially when I would have a double shift to work at.  I banged my fist to the door and cried out, “Hey! Open this damn door right now!! I’ve got just a couple things to say to you yah bastard!!”

The door opened and standing there was a cute—okay handsome man around my age maybe a year or two older with long blonde hair that went past his shoulders, and he had the bluest blue eyes.

*Roger’s POV*

I was practicing my solo for Brian’s new song ‘Keep yourself alive’. I’ve been trying to perfect this solo for weeks now and just the other day I managed to get the solo to the point where I was happy with it.  After practicing it a few times around, I knew the crowd was going to like this.

But as I was practicing, I heard several hard knocks at my door and I heard a female voice say.

“Hey! Open this damn door right now!! I’ve got just a couple things to say to you yah bastard!!” I set my drumsticks down and hurried over to the door and opened it. But I was shocked to see that such a beautiful woman was standing before me.  Her long (h/c) hair gently waved past her shoulders, she wore a waitress uniform that looked like she worked at “Bill’s coffee shop”.

It then also occurred to me that she also served as a bartender at the pub where my band plays.  I’ve always admired her from a far but never once got the balls to go over and say hello, well now it looks like I get the chance to do it now.

*My POV*

As I kept staring at this guy, it suddenly hit me that he was the drummer for that band that performs at the pub I work at.  I think their name was Smile?

“May I help you?” I snapped out of my daze and said.

“Yes I would like to file a complaint.”

“Ahh I see, and what may I ask is the complaint in regard to?” he said with a grin as he leaned against the door.

“The noise. You do realize it’s 12:30 in the morning and some of us are trying to sleep.”

“My apologizes love.”

“Listen buddy. It’s late, I’m tired and all I want to do is fall asleep. So can you please try to keep the noise down. I don’t want to come back here and argue at this point.”

“I’ll try. Though I hope you don’t mind me asking, you’re not from around here are you?” he asked me.

“No I moved here a few weeks ago from America.”

“Ahh an American girl.”

“Yeah now I got to get back to sleep so can we please put this discussion to an end?” I snapped not wanting to get into a discussion about this when I had to be up by 6am for my 7:30 shift tomorrow.

“Alright love, I promise I’ll keep it down.”

“Thank you.” I then headed back into my apartment and fell right back asleep.

*Roger’s POV*

As I watched the cute girl go back into her apartment, I knew that now I had to talk to her at my next gig.  Maybe I would suede her to go on a date with me.

*My POV*

A few days later it was now my double shift at the bar.  I was getting drinks for people when the band soon came up and following the curly-haired guitarist was my noisy neighbor.

“Hello everybody, we’ve got—we’ve got a few fresh faces here. This is John Deacon our new bass player. And our new lead singer Freddie Buls-Bulsara. Freddie Bulsara.” I then took notice of the long haired bass player and the new lead singer who didn’t look like he was from Britain, he looked Middle eastern, maybe from India or something.  But there was just something about him that looked right about him.

“That’s right.” The lead singer nodded.

“And of course Roger, biggest member of them all.” The guitarist spoke into the mic and I could hear a girl cry out.

“Hi Roger!” Some of the students cheered and that’s when Freddie spoke into the mic.

“Hello, all you beautiful people.” Of course one asshole had to be a racist as he cried out.

“Where’s Tim!? Who’s the Pakkie?” I rolled my eyes.  See it was people like this that made me leave America, especially when you live in the Southern states, it was even worse.  Some of the crowd agreed with the guy and that’s when the band began playing their set.

Freddie seemed to struggle with the microphone stand and I cringed as it made that horrible feedback sound.  I hide my face for him until he finally just broke the mic off of it’s stand and the song began.  I’ll admit hearing them all play together and Freddie’s voice, it was—unlike anything I’ve ever heard from any band.  I bopped my head along to the song and kept my eyes on a certain drummer, without having him notice of course as I kept serving the drinks.

The band kept playing for about another hour or so, and I’ll also say that Freddie the new lead singer has made everyone in the room feel important, it was like he was reaching out to everyone in the audience, no matter who they were and made them feel important, even I felt that pull and would sometimes drift away from the bar and just stand amongst the crowd (which didn’t make my boss happy).

After the show I was cleaning up the bar when I heard a familiar voice say.

“So what did you think?” I stopped mid-cleaning and turned to see my neighbor leaning against the counter and I said.

“The band or are you just asking about you?”

“A little bit of both.” He smiled as he leaned further in towards me. “I saw you watching me.”

“How do you know I wasn’t looking at your lead singer?”

“Please love, if you were you’re head would’ve been moving around too much, you stayed standard right on me.” I rolled my eyes and said.

“You have quite an imagination.”

“Only when it involves you.” He said. Okay I get what he’s doing. He’s trying to smooth talk me, charm me and woo me till he gets his way with me.  I grinned and leaned towards him and said.

“You know what?”

“What?” he said as he leaned closer towards me.  I decided to toy with him a bit placing my hand on his bicep which was pretty buffed probably from years of drumming but I tossed the thought out of my head as I continued.

“You should come back later when you’ve learned a better pickup line.” His grin vanished as he looked like a kicked puppy as I leaned away from her and continued my work.

“So southern girls have a more fight to them, I like that in a woman. I find respect in that.” He said as he came around toward me.

“I hope you’re not trying to insult me.”

“Not at all, just making conversation. How long have you been here in London?”

“A couple weeks now. I only just started working here last week.”

“Does my southern bell have a name?” I looked up at him and he just looked at me with a gentle tilt of his head, like a golden retriever puppy.

“Why so keen on knowing my name?”

“I just figured since we’re neighbors and all, and since I was so rude as to not notice it before and not give you a proper British welcome, I would like to know the name of the cute neighbor next door.” I tried to hide my blush as I said.

“(Y/n) (l/n).”

“That’s a beautiful name, I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.” He said as he extended his hand out for me to take.  Even though I was playing hard to get, it’d be rude if I denied a handshake so I took his hand, but instead of a handshake, Roger kissed my knuckles and I swore I felt my heart skip a beat, but of course I wasn’t going to tell him that.

A couple years went by and in 1973, I finally heard back from EMI about a position for their company, however the downside was that I was nothing more than a secretary to the main producer Ray Foster.  So that meant just organizing papers, getting the coffee, boring stuff, never really get to touch anything music related, unless its passing him the records.

I was currently going through some papers at the front desk outside Ray’s office when I got buzzed in and the boss’s voice soon spoke up.

“(L/n), John’s bringing in my new signing band coming in today, make sure they’re all present before bringing them up to my office.”

“Right away sir, I’ll send them up once they’ve arrived.” I got up from my desk and walked towards the elevator and pressed the down button.

“Hold the elevator!” I held it and in walked in my good friend Mikaela.  Now as I’ve stated before, I despised racism so when most of the people at EMI mostly the men never gave Mikaela the light of day, I decided to reach out my hand in friendship.  

Since we’re both women in the workforce we might as well stick together.

“Thank you (y/n).”

“Anytime Mimi, so what have you got to do.”

“Gotta get these checks mailed out, how about you?”

“Boss man wants me to bring up a new band that EMI has signed up with.”

“Any idea who they are?”

“No idea, but they must be good if Ray signs them up, or if they come straight from John Reid himself.”

“Really?” I nodded as I hummed.  Soon the elevator dinged as we reached the ground floor and as we walked out she said, “So we still on for our Happy hour?”

“Absolutely. After the week I’ve been having, I deserve a few drinks.”

“Alright, see you Thursday night.”

“Will do, pick you up at 7?” She nodded and then we went our separate ways.  As I walked along the lobby I saw John Reid sitting at the lobby with a group of familiar boys.  “Oh god, tell me this isn’t happening.” I muttered to myself.

Because amongst those boys was none other than Roger.  Ever since the pub performance all those years ago, every day whenever he could whether it was at the pub or even when we would pass each other in the lobby or the hallway, he’d try to flirt with me trying to make me swoon like every other girl he’s screwed around with.

Of course every chance I turned down all his pickups and advances and now it seems like I’ll never escape from him.  But not wanting to risk getting fired for keeping Mr. Foster waiting, I sucked it up and approached Mr. Reid.

“Mr. Reid.”  He turned to look at me and I said, “I’m (y/n) (l/n). Mr. Foster’s assistant I was sent down to collect you and the band.”

“Ahh yes Miss (y/n).” He stood up from the chair and the two of us shook hands with each other.  “Pleasure to meet you, I’d like to introduce you to Queen, EMI’s new signup.” I waved to the boys and that’s when Freddie spoke up.

“Wait, weren’t you a bartender at the pub near the University?”

“Yeah I was.”

“Oh darling you have got some explaining to do because this boy would not shut up when you had left the pub! Could not get him to stop talking about you.” Freddie spoke as he pointed to Roger.

“It was sickening.” Piped in John Deacon.

“Bugger off the lot of you.” Roger muttered.

“Alright enough you four, now then let’s not keep Ray waiting any longer, we’re ready to meet him when you are Miss (l/n).”

“Right this way gentlemen.”  As we headed toward the elevator, my attention turned to Roger.

So he’s been talking about me huh? Never did I think he’d still be on me even to his bandmates.  He’s definitely persistent I’ll give him that, but at this point I’m just not looking for a relationship at the moment.

Once we reached Mr. Foster’s office, he allowed me to come in saying that it was important that I stay for one big announcement that involved me.  At first I thought it would have to do something of a promotion, like finally being able to work the controls of the booth but instead I got the news that I would be Queen’s assistant, which meant I had to check in on them day to day along with some guy named Paul Prenter.

My heart dropped but I swear I thought I saw Roger’s face perk up as he turned toward me.

“Sir are—are you sure I’m capable of doing something like this? I mean surely Queen doesn’t need two assistance……”

“I think it would be a wonderful idea.” Exclaimed Freddie.

“I surely wouldn’t mind it.” Brian soon spoke up.

“It’d be nice to have better company than these lot all the time.” John Deacon spoke up.

“In fact—she can be my personal assistant.” Roger piped in.  Oh hell no.

“Seems the band agrees. You start tomorrow Miss (l/n).” John Reid said.  Internally I was deflated more than anything of what I was hearing but I knew better than to cause a scene as I said.

“Can’t wait.” But it was spoken with a hint of sarcasm.

A few months go by and if I’m being honest, it wasn’t half bad being with the boys. I got to know them as they truly were and they were a bunch of really cool guys.  John or as I’ve been allowed to call him, Deacy with his knowledge of electrical engineering, Brian’s love for astrophysics as well as animal rights especially for badgers, hedgehogs and foxes, Freddie I envy him because he’s given me such beautiful sketches and I wish I could draw half as good as he can.

And of course there’s Roger.  Who continues to try and flirt with me but thanks to Deacy and Brian I can get back at him due to his major of being a dentist.  But I’ll admit one thing, Roger does have his moments when he’s not trying to be Casanova like this one time when I was helping the boys get ready to preform on Top the Pops for their newest hit song ‘Killer Queen.’

I was with Deacy adjusting his jacket.  Once I saw it was good enough I said.

“Alright, you’re all set.”

“Thanks (y/n), we’d be lost without you.”

“Oh stop it. Save that for Veronica.” Besides Fred, Deacy’s opened up more to me when it comes to relationship and lately he’s been seeing this girl named Veronica and I’ve wanted to hear every single detail of how they met and how each date has gone.  Sometimes I even give him advice on how to act around her since poor baby he’s so terrible shy when it comes to dating, especially since he’s told me he really, really likes her.

“Sometimes I wish I hadn’t told you about her.”

“Oh come on then who would you go to for advice?”

“Touché, you make a good point.”

“Listen chaps it is going to be playback. Lip-sync is all that is required.” One of the BBC producers spoke up.

“We do know how to play our instruments.” Roger spoke up.

“You want me to lip-sync?” Freddie spoke up as he got in the producer’s face which made him back up just a bit but still hold his ground.

“I just don’t understand why we simply can’t perform live?” asked Brian.

“The audience will never know the difference.”

“We’ll know the bloody difference.”

“This is the BBC that’s how things are done around here. Don’t be a nuisance.” He then walked away.

“Well then you lads will have to make sure no one can tell if you’re faking it.”

“The way things are done here. We’re bolly old chap.” Roger mocked the producer as Brian then mocked out in a posh, snotty tone.

“This is the BBC.”

“I’m relieved.” Deacy spoke up.

“Yeah you would be.” Brian muttered.

“Like perfect performance.”

“Oi (y/n) if you’re done playing groupie get off the stage, they’re about to start filming!” Paul cried out.  I turned towards him almost about to snap back a retort at him when Roger beat me to it.

“Prenter! You outta look into the mirror and say that to yourself, cause if anyone here is the groupie it’s you yah wanker!” At that comeback I actually laughed softly at the insult he gave to Paul.  He turned his attention toward me and he bragged, “A smile and a laugh. Guess I’m getting close huh?”

“Please Taylor. One chivalrous deed doesn’t suede me to admit anything.”

“But I still managed to get you to smile, I count that as a win.” I rolled my eyes at him and said as I got off the stage.

“Just play your fake drums drummer boy.” And even though it was beyond my control, a light blush came across my face.

Even with it being a ‘fake’ performance, the boys gave it their all and the song became a huge hit, especially in Japan where the boys did their tour there. Then there was the tour of America which the album ‘Sheer Heart Attack’ hit the charts back home.

I told the guys about my hometown and they tried to convince me to let them see my home but I told them that we had too tight a schedule but next time when there was time, I would show them where I grew up.

Now came time for another album to be recorded and after getting the approval from Foster about the new idea that Freddie had for the ‘A Night at the Opera’, we were on our way to a nice secluded recording studio out in Wales by the summer of 1975.

A few days after getting settled in, I was walking along the outside of the fields, having flashbacks of my grandparent’s farm when I heard a piano playing inside the studio.  I walked in and I saw Deacy playing an electric piano and I could hear him softly mutter to himself.

I leaned by the door and kept quiet so that I wouldn’t disturb him as he kept muttering the lyrics and writing them down.  Even though Deacy’s always said he’s not a singer, I can’t help but admire what he was humming and muttering to himself.  I guess he must’ve seen me because next thing he did, he jumped up startled.

“Sorry, but you don’t have to stop on my account.”

“Just how much did you hear?”

“Heard about enough. It’s beautiful Deacy.” I walked inside the studio and sat down beside him and said, “What’s it called?”

“‘You’re my best friend’. I wrote it for Veronica.”

“Awww.” I awed as I placed my hand over my heart.

“But I doubt the lads will want to play it. Not really rock and roll enough for them for what I imagine it to be.”

“Don’t say that. Maybe they will, hell you play this for Fred and he’ll be on your side and make it go on the album.”

“Thanks (y/n).”

“Plus I know that once Veronica hears this, she’ll fall even deeper in love with you.”

“Oh come off it….”

“I’m serious. Sure some people think it’s cliché and maybe corny but to some girls that just proves a guy really cares about a woman. Especially if that guys a talented songwriter like you.” I said as I sat down beside him and playfully shoved his shoulder with mine.

“I just—wanted to do something for her. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend to her, especially being away from her this long. I just want her to know that I’m always thinking of her.”

“And she will.” I sighed deeply.

“Okay what’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“No one sighs like that unless there’s something bothering them, so c’mon out with it. You’re always getting me to spill my guts, now it’s your turn missy.” I playfully scowled at him but caved in because I can never say no to Deacy’s adorable face so I said.

“Okay, there’s—actually it’s been going through my head for the past few years now. I mean I don’t know whether it’s this place, being away from the city but I……” my heart raced and my palms felt sweaty as I finally muttered, “I—I think I love Roger.” Deacy remained silent before finally saying.

“About bloody time you said it.”

“What now?”

“(Y/n) no offense love but you’re not as discreet as you think you are. There’s been so much sexual tension between you two that it’s unbelievable about how thick it is.”

“Well I can’t just get up and tell him how I feel?”

“He’s been trying so hard to get with you since day one, even before we met you last year he’d always talk about the cute neighbor next door to him. Why can’t you just put the poor boy out of his misery.”

“There’s…..there’s more to it than that.” I said solemnly as I fiddled with my nails. Deacy’s eyes became concerned and he said.

“He didn’t do anything wrong to you, did he?”

“No it’s just—” I sighed heavily and said as I fully turned to face him, “Okay, you know how I told you guys the reason why I moved to America was because of the problems going on?” he nodded and I said, “Well—what I’m about to tell you, I’ve never told anyone else, so you have to promise me you won’t tell a soul. Not even Veronica.”

“You know you don’t have to tell me,”

“I know but—I’ve been holding it in for so long, and you’re the most trustworthy person I know. So promise me Deacy.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” I sighed deeply and said.

“Okay. Back in college I…..I once knew a guy that was exactly like Roger. He loved to flirt and give out pickup lines. He wasn’t bad looking either, dark brown hair and green eyes. Well, one day during a break in class he came up to me and started flirting with me. And not having a boyfriend before, I—I fell for the pickup lines and the flirtation and soon we started dating.”

“And then he cheated on you?” Deacy asked.  I scoffed out a laugh and said.

“I wish, what happened was way worse.”

“Oh god he—he didn’t……”

“No, no not that worse. Don’t worry Deacy.” He sighed with relief for a brief second before listening once more, “Well we dated for about a year and a half and it was our anniversary so I decided to make him some cookies. I went up to the frat boy house he was in and just before I knocked on the door, I heard him and his friends talking.” I trailed off as tears filled my eyes.

I tried to keep them in as I looked up and laughed out icily as I continued,

“Apparently they were all having a contest to see who could get the biggest loser on campus…..and he won. My picture was plastered everywhere all over campus. He stopped talking to me and turned on me by calling me ‘desperate’ and ‘naïve’ for not seeing it earlier. He never loved me; I was nothing but a joke to him.”

“Oh (y/n).”

“The entire student body was against me. So much so that I had to drop out of college and I had to move here. Because even when I wasn’t in school, the teasing and harassment still happened whenever I was out in public. So I moved here where no one knew who I was.” I felt Deacy wrap his arms around me as he lent his shoulder for me to cry on. “Since then, I’ve vowed to close my heart to any flirting or any guy that would try to hurt me again…..and knowing Roger with his groupies I—”

“I get it. What that bastard did was unforgiveable and I can understand where you’re coming from. But you do know that not all guys are like him, right?”

“Of course I do. You, Bri and Fred are the proof of that. Sometimes Rog is also in there but, I’m just—afraid that, even if I do admit to him my real feelings for him……”

“I know. Sometimes Rog can be—a bit much, but when he sets his mind to something he won’t ever stop. No matter who or what gets in his way. Like remember the day you got the stomach flu?” I nodded recalling when he came over and helped take care of me, “Well you may not have known this, but we were in the middle of recording with Reid checking in on us. He actually fought to try and leave just so he could take care of you.”

“He seriously did that? He—he just told me you guys were rehearsing, not recording.”

“Well we were. He may not seem to want to appear soft on most days, but when it comes to you, he’ll drop anything just to make sure you’re okay.” I softly smiled and wiped away my tears and said as I separated from him.

“Thanks for listening Deacy, you’re the best.”

“I know.” He said with a shrug. Before grinning cheekily and chuckled softly which made me chuckle.

“Now you promise not to say anything to the guys?”

“Say what?” He had this twinkle in his eye that told me that he was only playing and I smiled and thanked him once more before leaving the studio to tell him that I needed to get dinner started if the guys were gonna eat on time before they dove too deep into the recording and they end up missing another meal.

About a week later I was sitting outside on the porch swing looking out into the field. It was a nice cool summer day after all the rain we’ve been having the last three days so it was a nice change of scenery weather wise.

“May I join you?” I turned around and there stood Roger.

“I don’t mind.” He then sat himself down just a couple inches away from me on the swing.

“I’ll admit I at first didn’t like this place but it’s growing on me.”

“That’s the thing with you city boys, you just don’t get it.”

“And what would you know country girl?”

“My grandparents owned a farm down in Arkansas. I used to always visit them every summer and Christmas before they both died.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss (y/n).”

“It’s fine. It was over 10 years ago when they died, but I appreciate it Rog.”  The two of us sat there for awhile softly swinging on the swing until I finally broke the silence, “Hey Roger,” he turned to me and I said, “I—I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Well ever since I moved here, I feel like I haven’t been all that nice to you. And I…..I just want to make sure that you’re not mad or anything.”

“No, no in fact, I wanted to come out here and apologize for some of the things I’ve said to you. It wasn’t right of me to just flirt with you right out of the blue. Also I apologize for keeping you up all night with my drums.”

“That apology I can accept.” We both softly chuckled and I said.

“So do—do you think we can start over?”

“I’d like that. I’m Roger Taylor, nice to meet you new neighbor.” I smiled at him and said as we both shook hands with each other.

“(Y/n) (l/n).” With the hatchet buried and a new bond forged, I thought it was safe to say that Roger and I were now starting a new relationship.

We stayed outside for a good while when I finally turned around to look at him and just like the night we first met, my heart raced at seeing his blonde hair shine like the sun.  It was like if Adonis and an angel had a baby, then Roger Taylor would be the end result of their bond.  As he turned toward me, I quickly looked back out toward the field and I heard him softly laugh.

“I saw that.”

“You’re so full of it Taylor.” The two of us softly laughed and I broke the silence, “But you are right earlier. This view, this place it’s just so beautiful. I’d love to live in a place like this. No noise from the city, perfect view of the sunrise and sunset. And nothing but greenery for miles and miles ahead.”

“You know I’d be willing to buy you a house like that.” I turned to him and we looked at each other.

“I can’t ask that of you.”

“Why not?”

“Well the well earned money is yours, and I’d rather not take what you and the boys have worked so hard to get.”

“And I can do whatever I want with it, and if I want to buy a country house for a dear friend of mine, then I’ll do it.” I smiled softly and said.

“Thanks Rog, I appreciate it.” I then felt his fingertips softly touch mine and I looked straight into his blue eyes and he looked back at mine.

“(Y/n) I—I know I’ve been hounding you for years on the subject, but that’s because I—I’ve never really known how else to talk to a girl. I know you must think of me as some pigheaded flirt but—I just never knew how else to talk to you. So I…..I hope I don’t ruin this newly formed friendship by say that…..I like you. I really, really, really like you (y/n). These past few years with you have just been…..a blessing to me. And—god now I’ve gone and fucked this up hadn’t—”

I stopped his rambling by placing my lips against his.  I felt his right hand go to my waist while his left cupped the side of my face as we deepened the kiss.  I slowly lifted my hand and allowed my fingers to comb through his soft blonde hair, we gave each other a couple more pecks and I said.

“Congrats Taylor, you finally got me the right way.”

“You mean—”

“Truthfully I’ve had a crush on you since the night we met.”

“So I was right?” he teased.

“Now don’t go getting a big head drama queen. I just….Can you promise me something Roger?”

“Anything.”

“I—Can we please just take this one day at a time? Back home there was something that really hurt me, I’d rather not talk about it to you just yet, cause I feel like I won’t be able to be stable as I say it.”

“I won’t pressure you for anything (y/n). We can take this as slow as you want.”

“Also, I know how you are with your hookups with groupies. I—I just need to know that you won’t cheat on me or break my heart.”

“I promise (y/n). The only girl I want hanging around my arm is you. I wouldn’t be this persistent if I didn’t want anything more than a hookup with you.” I leaned my head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me and I felt him kiss the side of my head. “I love you so much (y/n).”

“I love you too Roger.”

[pumpkinsy0]

Please do some Sylvia headcanons, I love your interpretation of her! Doesn’t matter to me if they’re just her or like Shepard involved, etc

tbh this is such a surprise i feel like ive never talked about her enough for ppl to like my interpretation of her, but of course!!!!

•her full name is sylvia madeline augustine and her parents r first generation haitian immigrants woooooo!! shes not rlly connected to her culture tho, not until she meets the shepards but even then its not by a LOT

•she used to go by maddy when she was younger, but at some point liked her first name way more and made ppl call her sylvia. another nickname she has is silkie (shes not very fond of it)

•her hair is permed, he parents couldnt b bothered dealing w her natural hair💔at some point angela wanted her hair permed like sylvias but sylvia and tim fought back on that so she never did do it, took months worth of fighting for angela to just accept her hair but she did it🙏🏽

•dally calls her a couple times when hes locked up but shes like never visiting him, cause she’ll b damned if she goes all that way over there and they end up arguing. meanwhile if she argues w him in the phone from the comfort of her home, she just says “im nit arguing w someone who has a bedtime rn” and hangs up

•theres a plushie angela loves that sylvia gave her. i wouldnt say sylvia regresses like angela does, sylvia just has things from her childhood she likes having hut does nothing w, she sees angela as a lil sister so y not just pass it down

•shes a pretty tall girl, like a solid 5’8 and 3 quarters, she gives herself that extra inch and says shes 5’9 (shes a bit taller than dally but dally will do ANYTHING to make it seem like hes taller)

•ohhhhh sylvia how u would love azealia banks while pregaming and putting on ur makeup before a date

•she doest have someone SHE can depend on. she grew up an only child and didnt rlly care to make many friends so she was always alone and super independent . this slightly changes when she meets angela but even then 1) sylvia doesnt see her issues as bad enough up to the point of her NEEDING to reach out for help 2) she doesnt wanna dump her issues on angela, so all angela shall get is sylvia partially and quickly venting, thats it

•slept around w tim before, they were both mad at dally and needed to get back at him and wanted an outlet, saw each other a bam. only went on for like a week and they dont talk about it ever again. they dont HATE each other, sylvia thinks tims an alright guy, kinda fucked but heads on right, tim thinks sylvia can b annoying but whatever

•the shepards r more pushed by the haitian pro black movement (noirisme) while sylvia (bc she was born and grew up in the us) is more inspired by the US pro black movement, so in the 70s i could see her not perming her hair anymore and trying to take care if her natrual hair!! she has a lil afro going on :)

•SPEAKING OF HAIR when she heard what mark and bryon did to angelas hair, shes soooooo upset nobody invited her to jump him, she wouldve cut off some of his hair w her switchblade💔💔but for now, shes just trying to help angela take care of her hair w the lil knowledge she knows of how to deal w 4c hair

•shes older than dally, shes 18!!! as for her bday i see her as a fall or spring baby feel free to choose which

•shes a cat person, dogs scare her, nothing happened w her and dogs she just funds them too loud, gross and unpredictable

•i think it would b funny if sylvias family in haiti and the shepards family in haiti bumped into each other and r pretty good friends as well

•when it comes to sylvia and curly, they like BARELY if ever talk, sylvia thinks curly is cute in a “awwww” friendly way, curly probably had a bit of a crush on her that never went far especially bc angela slapped him everytime he brought it up

•she doesnt rlly go to school, nobody knows if she graduated or not bc she didnt attend graduation but she did go to school ENOUGH for her to b able to, her grades werent HORRENDOUS they were saveable

•in the future, she moves to florida :)

[staygoldponebone]

Friday Night and Outta Sight: Part II

Pairing: Two-Bit x Marcia 

A/N: i’m so proud of myself for getting this done! i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to leave me some feedback! criticism is really helpful for future reference. 

Warning: a panic attack is described near the end! lots of angsty stuff, bros! 

The trip to Marcia’s wouldn’t be too long, so Two-Bit took a few pit stops to swipe some things. At one stop sign, he looked over at a corner store window. Flowers laid in a complex pattern, spelling out the words “Yes We’re Open!” He cocked an eyebrow and made a quick turn. 

In the parking lot, Two-Bit noticed a couple of kids. They were nicely dressed- almost like they were heading to church. They turned to him with a look of seeming terror before hurriedly walking away. Two-Bit laughed at the sight, getting out of his car. But soon, he realized who the kids were looking at. Turning his head, Two-Bit saw a small group of hoods, in the dying sunlight, led by one of the most known gang leaders. “Timothy Shepard & Co! What a lovely surprise! I was just about to-” 

“Shut up, Mathews.” Tim spat. 

Two-Bit fell quiet, awkwardly staying put. He was trying to look away from the glare that Tim possessed, but found that it was nearly impossible. “So ...been to the moviehouse, anyone? I hear they remodeled. I’m ready to check that out. Their popcorn is not my favorite, though.” 

Curly nodded. “Yeah, needs more salt.” 

“I’m more of a butter guy, myself, but-” 

“What the hell’re you doing here?” Tim interrupted. 

“I’m in the mood for a burger. That’s why I came to a flower shop.” 

“You smartin’ off to me, Mathews?” 

“That is a negative, your scariness. I’m actually hungry and I’m supposed to be on a date right now. Unfortunately, it’s not with you, so if you’ll excuse me.” Two-Bit turned on his heels, ready to walk away when Tim grabbed the back of his shirt. 

“I heard you’re datin’ a rich girl.” Tim spoke grimly. 

Two-Bit cleared his throat, turning back to the tough bunch. “Yes, Tim, that’s correct. But don’t be jealous, I didn’t forget about you.” He playfully nudged the taller hood. “We can go on our date tomorrow. I’ll even get you some flowers too, then-” 

Tim flicked out his blade, signaling Two-Bit to shut up. “Get back into your car and go home.” Tim said lowly. 

Two-Bit’s eyebrows came together. “That’s it? That’s why you’re here? To tell me to leave? You’re not gonna like …..do something?” 

“Dallas wanted me to jump you, scare the shit outta you. Should I have listened to him?” 

“That’s gonna be a no from me, Tim.”  

“That’s what I thought.” Tim pushed him away. “And from now on, Mathews, stick to girls that you actually have a chance with. You hittin’ on rich girls is just beggin’ the fuzz to show up.” 

Without a word or a look back, Two-Bit got into his car and drove out of the parking lot. He kept looking in his rearview mirror. Tim was tailgating him with that same glare still present. Thinking about Marcia, Two-Bit took a sharp turn and made his way to the rich side of town. 

About 5 miles down the road, red and blue lights came out of nowhere. Looking back in his rearview mirror, Tim’s car was long gone. Sirens wailed as Two-Bit pulled his car over and waited for a cop to walk up. 

“Son, do you know why I pulled you over?” The lanky officer questions. 

”Because you don’t know how to have a good time?” The greaser answered. 

“Step out of the vehicle.” After receiving the silver bracelets, the officer pushed Two-Bit into the back of the police car. 

Two-Bit looked to the female officer in the front seat. “Hello.” He greeted. 

“Hi.” She said plainly. 

After a pause, Two-Bit cleared his throat. “So do you have a taser?” 

“Yeah, want me to use it?” 

“Officer, please.” He scoffed. “We just met.” 

She spun around fast, glaring. “You have the right to remain silent,” She growled, “so shut up.” 

~ ~ ~ ~

The next day, a school assembly brought Marcia and Two-Bit back together. Though, not in the way that either of them really hoped. All the students were crammed together like sardines in a can. Lots of girls, mostly Soc girls, were looking at Two-Bit and scoffing. Some just whispered about him, then walked away quickly. A lot of people told him that he broke Marcia’s heart and he’ll pay. There was even a rumor that she was seeing someone new and though it was probably just to make him feel bad, he couldn’t help but understand Marcia never wanting to see him again. The thought was eating him up, so he went up to a group of familiar faces and asked about someone who could always turn his mood around. “You ladies seen Kathy?” 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

When Marcia reached the gym, she and Two-Bit had bumped into each other. 

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, turning to the greaser. “I didn’t ...see you there.” Her eyes went from Two-Bit’s to the blonde’s as her words faded away. 

“Marcia, hey! I was actually looking for you. I had to-” 

She shook her head. Her face grew warm and all the sounds around her slowly seemed to be submerged into water. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her palms were sweating. She wanted to say something, but nothing would come out of her mouth. 

“Marcia?” A feminine voice came from behind her, turning her around forcefully. Cherry stood there, concern suddenly washing over her. “We should go find a seat. Ok?” 

Before Two-Bit could say anything, Marcia and Cherry walked away. As they did, Kathy pulled Two-Bit up the bleachers. The separated two had the same thing on their minds: Don’t look back.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

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[chaotic-neutral-logic-sass]

?? I'm crazy??

So I've been playing around with a old writing and thought 'why not post it' and I might try to continue writing if I get a good response? Opinions are very welcome, so is criticism. (There are a ton of references in this)

"ARE YOU INSANE" He shouted over the comlink to which his accomplice responded "My codename is not Death Wish for nothing". Upon hearing that he pinched the bridge of his nose closing his eyes to recompose himself. He then muttered into the comlink "I swear to God Payton if you get caught, with your butt in the vents of the enemy headquarters, That you're suppose to be analyzing from AFAR.-" she cut him off with "You will need a Xanax and then resume assisting me. Am I not far from the truth?" He responded with "I can feel you roll your eyes from here, and maybe if you do it hard enough you'll find a brain back there" Payton huffed and said "out of the two of us. Which one of us can take a gun apart and reassemble it with their eyes closed, hmm?" Too which Roman said quite pleased with himself "can you hack into the Pentagon?" She facepalmed.

He laughed that she didn't have a come back at last, although it didn't last long cause her face lit up even though he couldn't see and she said "can you bleed for 7 days and not die?" He huffed and said "How about we get back to the task at hand?" "Touche" as she crawled threw the vents she saw an exit to the main room of the Warehouse. She put a finger to her comlink and asked Roman "are there any heat signatures in the room below me?" Right after he heard her he hurriedly put away his Pringles and took a big gulp of his black coffee before typing away at his screen to answer her question. Wile she waited she chewed on her lip in anticipation. It had been nasty habit of hers since she was a kid. "Yep" at that she skillfully and silently jumped through the vent landing in a crouch.

Then scanning the room before she came to the realization that she had screwed up. when she made eye contact with a security camera her hand immediately shot up to her earpiece. As she started running for the exit she spoke into her comlink. Realizing he was right "Ummmmm.... You may or may not need that Xanax I was talking about. Can you send me the best route out of here?" afterwards he instantly shot out of his seat leaning over his desk staring at his screen. With a slightly annoyed voice he asked as he pulled up the blueprints for the building she was running through. "what did you do now?!" "I made eye contact with a security camera" she huffed out as she ran."ok, I sent you the way out" she smirked, "thanks" at that he leaned back in his chair and let out a sarcastic, self pitying laugh. With that he said "after this job can I get my sanity back?" As she exited the building jogging to her Harley Davidson she cherished, she asked "is that a rhetorical question or.......?" She let her sentence trall off.

He ran a hand through his dark curly hair, as a small smile rested on his face he responded "rhetorical, I highly doubt boss man will give it back." She smirked and inquired "what? Isnt this fun?" He shook his head and quickly replied with "Nah, I'm just getting bored of watching you get thrown off buildings" she scoffed. "I take personal offense too that comment, I only fall off a building when i need too". He rolled his grey eyes for what felt to be the hundredth time. He replied, "How about we skip too the part where you save the day and I get too; Oh, I don't know swoon?" He smirked. She rolled her green eyes, and with a shake of her head she said "thought we already did that, and it's team work". He wore a shocked expression. Then he smiled and said "Thanks. Meet you at headquarters, Daredevil out."

She smiled then shook her head, and started heading that direction. Now there boss happened to be her little brother, although not so little being 6'3, but he earned his place in the hierarchy he was the second most skilled agent in the force, first being Payton. His code name was Demon, but in the public he by Damian Batson.

As Payton pulled up in the parking garage and saw a familiar neon orange Jeep with Roman leaning against the tailgate on his phone. He looked fairly casual in Black jeans and a red t-shirt compared to her skin tight catsuit she only wore for missions and with a utility belt and a leather jacket. The moment he looked up his eyes widened significantly, it was quite a comical sight.

After she parked next to his neon ride she turned around to be met with him standing there gawking at her. His mouth was wide open. She commented "Are you just going to stand there and gawk?" He replied with a simple "Yes" she said "Well stop it, you look stupid" and with that the short brunette started walking towards the elevator. He Quickly caught up considering he towed over her with his 6'2 compared too her 5'4.

The elevator ride was quite till she piped up with some interesting news "I heard that little bro hasn't slept since they brought the kid home" after a moment of silence they both burst out laughing. The reason for this is because their boss was NOT a people person, infact when people learned he had a wifey they were astonished.

After Roman remembered how to breathe he chuckled out "I was dreading this staff meeting, now I'm actually looking forward to this. It's going to be so amusing" they both shared a mischievous grin as the elevator door opened. "DAREDEVIL!" Upon hearing his codename Roman called out a uncertain "Yes?" And turned around followed by Payton to see a agent who's codename happen to be Sherlock A.k.a. Tim Redder a blue eyed ravenette that stood at 5'6,behind them only to see him trip and all of his papers too go airborn.

Tim just looked at the ceiling with a defeated look and closed his sleep deprived eyes that had dark circles under them for a second. While he was doing that Payton grabbed all his papers, when he opened his eyes they instantly widened. Nobody help him or gave him credit. Heck he was one of the most underappreciated agents, so to say that he was surprised was a under statement. As Roman opened his mouth to ask the poor guy if he's ok, Tim cut him off with "I'm so,so very much sorry. I was going to-" this time Payton cut him off while handing him his papers "- it's fine, we don't mind. What got you in such a hurry?" Tim looked at them like they were on the brink of insanity and said "The staff meeting -" he checked his watch "- started five minutes ago" as he checked the time so did they, Payton quirked a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Roman held up a finger signaling them to wait a minute and checked his phone, a half second later he turned his phone toward Tim and as his eyes glanced at the screen his expression slowly morphed into one of embarrassment. With his cherry dusted cheeks he let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head looking at the floor. At this Payton and Roman shared a look, hesitantly he asked the embarrassed man "Do you know what day it is?" See Timmy man had a history of not sleeping, and too add on top he's 90% caffeine. Back to the point, Tim thought for a second and unsurely replied back with "Friday?" at this they shared another glance as Payton barked out a laugh. While Roman tried to hold some giggles back. Tim's confusion was very visible, he scrunched up his eyebrows and tilted his head where he looked like on of those adorable confused puppies. Payton sputtered out "it's Tuesday" at this her partner finally bust out laughing. Tim let out a very long drawn out "CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP" as Payton finished chuckling she said "you're fine, in fact we should get going to the meeting if we want to be early" as they walked Roman opened his mouth only to be cut off by one voice"AYE BATSON!!!-" well two voices "-THINK FAST!!" At this Payton whipped around to catch a katana mid air and see three of her best friends; Clint Hawk, Roy Arrow and Jason Hoods. They where the most knowledgeable Weapons experts in the Shadows. Clint was about 5'8 and had brown eyes and brown hair, his codename was Falcon. Roy had fire truck red hair, light blue eyes and was about 6'1 his codename was Arsenal. Jason was about 6'3 with black hair that had a white highlight and teal eyes. With a nose that had been broken so many times it was crooked, his codename was Arkham Knight. As she caught the katana, Tim let out a squeaking noise and jumped.

While Roman just turned around and sighed. After knowing them for about four years he was used to this kind of shit. As she marveled at the katana, she was in awe of its earie elegance. It was roughly 3 feet long and solid black, the handle was wrapped in blood red satin ribbon with a small scythe charm on the end. She then flipped the sword in the air catching it by the handle. By this time Tim had went ahead to the meeting, Roman was still standing there at her side watching her. Roy was holding the sword seath. Clint had went ahead with Tim. Jason crossed his arms and smirked, surprisingly not hot in his neon red hoodie. When Payton looked up at them and grinned evily, Roman smirked knowing her, while Jason gained a confused expression and Roy turned to the color of a sheet looking completely horrified.

She lowly said "So boys, love the katana" then Burst out laughing with Roman at their expressions, and grabbed the cover and adding it to her belt putting the Katana in its sheath. Her comrade laughed out "What? Ya scared?" At this point Roy was glaring at them, while Hoods just rolled his eyes and said "No, we had this horrified expression on our faces for fun?!" The glaring red head just huffed and said "let's go ahead and get too this meeting" as they entered the board room they were met with a funny sight of their boss. He was sitting at the head of the table with his arms folded under his head snoring loudly. All you could see of his head was his signature black messy hair. While Tim was going through his papers and Clint was playing on his phone like that was a normal every day thing. Roy and Jason shared a shrug and took their seats, meanwhile Roman and Payton nodded too each other and also took their seats. Payton's chair was to the left of her sibling's, and Roman's was to the right. While she YouTubed her master plan, Roman got his phone in video mode to record this. As she found the right video before she hit play she made sure the volume was max and right next to Damian's ear. With that she hit play on the audio recording of one of the most annoying sounds know to man: a babies screaming.

At this his Bright Green eyes shot open, he jumped out of his chair landing on the floor not so gracefully. Groggily looking for the thing making the scouce of announce and Awakening. As Damian saw his surroundings he instantly scowled and debated on revenge options. But decided against it, she turned off the sound and smiled innocently while saying " Morn'in lil bro, enjoy your nap?-"putting her phone in her pocket and turning to Roman she continued "- thanks for the assistance" Roman also grinned and replied "no probs, I'll send it to you" turning too the groggy man glaring at Payton and nodding "sup". She turned back to her sibling and ask "Why ya glaring Dami?" The grumpy man replied with "hoping for spontaneous combustion" she now held a very fake hurt expression with a hand on her heart, over dramatically sticking out her bottom lip and asked with a horrible British accent "honestly dear brother you wound me" said sibling responded with "I hate you" "why darling? I'm lovely" Tim rolled his eyes and piped up "alright, alright let's start with the meeting. You too can finish your glaring contest later"

}~(SpongeBob voice) 3 hours later~{

Now it was just Roman, Payton and Damian in the board room. Payton felt the need to enlarge the meaning BORED. Maybe adding a smidge of annoyance, Roman was drumming his fingers on the table and Damian was grinding his teeth. She had her boots up on the table and her arms crossed. While her incompliance had his head propped up on his hand on the desk also bored out of his mind.

After going through the last of the files Tim gave him. Damian let out a sigh and said "I've got another mission for you, the packet is at your apartment. Report back tomorrow". With that he was gone. As they walked to the elevator and waited Payton said " Ya'know what Vader's wife's name is?-" while pointing to the elevator "- ELLA-VADER" smirking at his face, she turned too the said object waiting for their trun. He shook his head, his face held a lazy smile. "so what do ya think of the sword?" He inquired "It's perfect. I mean the handle is so soft, and it's so so pretty. Plu-" She went on, only to be cut off "Can you please not talk about a sword like most females talk about dresses?" To that she crossed she arms angrily and scoffed " first of all, since when do I talk about dresses like that, and it is a katana." By now they were in the elevator heading back to the parking garage and he simply shrugged and nonchalantly asked "What's the difference?" At this her hazel eyes widened significantly and stared at him in shock then said "how about I put this in simpleton terms, you know how you call vehicles automobiles and there are different types like trucks, cars and SUVs same with swords" she explained with a good bit of hand gestures and flailing of the arms. As the elevator door opened they exited both heading towards their vehicles she added on "and since I came here on my bike you're going to have to let it ride with you" and with that she was gone.

×|}~ At a random Cafe somewhere~{|×

As her deep beautiful blue orbs concentrated on the daily paper, she blinked. Reconcentrating back on the previous words before the spot was lost.

Her companion let out a loud overdramatic groan while rubing the back of his neck. At this she set her paper down and leaned forward putting her chin on her palm, resting her elbow on the table top. A amused eye brow raised, she inquired her British accent being quiet thick "Darling Peter, what's got your nickers in a twist little brother?" his response was too lay his head on the table then he said with an equally thick accent "I'M BORED, you've been nose deep in that bloody paper for an hour" at this exclaimed with a very fake gasp while giggling and hitting his arm in a playful manner. "Peter Francis Grace watch your language" all he did in response was lift his head and roll his eyes at his elder sibling.

}~• A few blocks away from Payton's apartment •~{

As she sped through the streets nearing her desired location, home.

The black Tahoe in the lane to her right suddenly swerved into her throwing her to the left.

[eliniei]

25,43, and 54 for maybe Sodapop? Or if you feel a different character would fit better feel free to interpret. Have fun with this one :)

@sixties-sodapop! This was a tough one! But I think I did okay :)

Masterlist: here

Prompts:  “They’re not your kids. Back the fuck up.”, “I feel like I cant breath.” & “I swear, I’m not crazy!”

Warnings: uhh…some cursing?

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“They’re not your kids. Back the fuck off!”

Sodapop jumped up from the couch at the sound of Darry’s voice filtering in from outside. It sounded like he was getting into with the neighbors again. The middle Curtis flew out the front door and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. He held out his hand, palm out, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Alright, alright g-”

“You let your little brothers and their hood friends run around this neighborhood without a care. They’re the reason that-”

“Hey, that’s enough. You don’t get to talk about my brothers or my friends like that.” She shoved her finger into his face.

“One call to the state and they’ll have you thrown into a boys’ home. Maybe then you’ll learn some goddamn manners.”

Soda shoved her hand out of his face and blocked out the sound of her voice as he grabbed ahold of Darry’s shirt and tugged.

“Just ignore her,” he said, quietly. “She ain’t gonna do anythin’. Let’s just go inside.” His brother chewed on the inside of his mouth, glaring daggers at their next door neighbor. Finally, with a shake of his head, he threw his hands in the air and turned.

“Fine.” He forcefully shrugged his brother off and pushed past to go inside. The middle Curtis brother followed, closing the front door behind him after one last look at the lady, standing there with her arms crossed, a mean expression on her face. Darry dropped down into his father’s armchair and put his head in his hands.

“Why was she bitchin’ this time?” Soda asked, sliding himself into the couch cushions. The other boy rolled his eyes.

“Couple days ago she caught Pony and Curly burnin’ each other’s fingers with a cigarette to see who was tougher.” A sigh. “And then Tim came along and knocked their heads together pretty good. Hopefully that teaches them a lesson.”

“All that,” he motioned towards the door. “All because of a little cigarette burn?”

“Yeah,” Darry answered. “Pretty stupid, right?” He shook his head and sunk further down into the chair. “God, why can’t Pony be a little more sensible?”

“He’s still young, ya know. He’s at that age,” Soda responded, laying back against the arm of the couch. He looked over at his older brother. Tired. Stressed. Sad. You name it. “You okay?”

“I could use a vacation is all. All this pressure on me all the time ever since mom and dad…” A pause. He didn’t have to continue. They both knew what he was talking about. “Sometimes, I feel like I can’t breathe.” He rubbed his temples with his fingers. “That sounded so bad. You know I love you guys. I’d do anythin’ to-”

“We know,” Soda interrupted, his voice soft, understanding. He got up from the couch and cracked his knuckles. “Back rub?”

“Please,” Darry answered, a small smile. He moved himself to a dining room chair and let his brother knead his shoulders until he was able to relax.

“Me and Pony know ya gave up a lot for us, okay? I know he’s difficult, but ya know he’s still grieving. We all are in our own way.” Soda worked his brother’s muscles. He was tense- really, if they’d had the extra money, he could use a professional massage. “Why don’t ya call up your old buddies and take a nice, long ski trip? Ya know I can take care of things here.”

“I know, little buddy, but we can’t afford it right now.” He sighed again. “I just wish Pony would smarten up a bit.”

“Oh, he’s smart enough. He’s only thirteen.”

“Smart enough to hold a cigarette to his finger to prove he’s tougher than another kid?”

“Well, okay,” Soda relented. They both shared a chuckle. “Maybe he is a little crazy sometimes.”

They heard footsteps come up from the hallway. The both stopped and turned to see their youngest brother standing there, ears red.

“I swear, I’m not crazy!” he whined.

“I think that Band-aid on your finger says otherwise, kid,” Darry said. The younger Curtis brother huffed.

“It was Curly’s idea.”

“And you went along with it, didn’t ya?”

Before he could respond, and without warning, Soda ruffled Pony’s perfectly slicked-back hair, then took off running out the front door, laughing as he went. Diffusing situations was what he was best at, afterall.

“Hey!” he heard Pony shout. There was quiet for a few seconds before- “God damnit!” Darry came barrelling out after him, grinning from ear to ear, and wiping his hands on his jeans.

When their poor brother stepped into the doorway, his greasy hair was sticking straight up like that Alfalfa kid on TV. He looked absolutely pissed. He started flattening the spike down,

The two older boys stared at him for a few moments before the oldest couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Soda watched as the tension in Darry’s shoulders visibly vanished as he started laughing. A good, hearty, stomach-cramping laugh that made tears spring to his eyes. It made Soda laugh, too.

When Ponyboy had gotten his strands back in place, he huffed again, but when he turned to go back inside, the unmistakable uptilt of his lips graced his face.

“Screw you guys.”

[mocurlyshepard]

Curly Imagine|Break a leg

I probably shouldnt be doing this. But I was drunk as hell. Ponyboy and Andy were here along with Brad. We were doing shit we werent supposed to after getting kicked out of Bucks party when they found out we were too young to be drinking there. Plus Tim told them to keep an eye out if I was over there.

We were hanging out on some old houses roof and we were drunk. We were having a contest on who could do the best cartwheel. I took credit for my great idea.

I eyed the next roof and I thought maybe I should try to jump to the next roof. It I bet I could do it. I think I was reading too much comics. “Im gonna jump to the next roof.” I told them. Pony laughed at me and Brad crossed his arms.

“You cant get over there Curly.” I rolled my eyes, Brad was annoying he was acting like my baby sitter.

“Here hold my cigarette.” I said while shoving it into Ponys hand.

“Holler to us when you make it over!”

I ran back and jumped off the roof but I dont think I made it. I slammed into the other side of the roof and fell on the ground. I reached out to stop mysel fbut I landed on my wrist too.

“FUCK!!!!!” I yelled from the ground.

I groaned as I craddled my wrist in my other hand. I bit my lip as I waited for the pain to really set in. I saw the boys climb down the house run toward me.

“Glory Curly, are you okay?” Brad asked.

“Do I fucking look okay Brad? Huh?” I sat up and tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I leaned against the side of the wall on my good arm.

“Maybe you should wait until we call your brother.” Brad said.

“You want me to re arrange your face Brad? Shut the hell up.” I snapped. Ponyboy went to the nearest pay phone probably to call Tim. I was gonna be in so much trouble. I slid to sit down to wait for my death.

Soon enough I heard his tires squealing down the street and him jumping out the car. I saw Angel in the front seat snickering. “Curly what the hell?” Tim yelled while walking over to me. Here we go.

He grabbed me by my jacket and yanked me up. “Do you not use your head Charles Shepard. I swear, why are you doing this to me?? Why, what am I doing wrong Charles?” He ranted while throwing me in the backseat. I didnt look at the boys while Tim drove to the hospital.

“Buddy boy if your arm broke you aint going anywhere but to school. Got it?”

I sat on the table waiting for the doctor to say something .

“Well you fractured your collarbone and your wrist.” The doctor said while examining the x ray. Tim glared at me and I avoided looking at him. “So do you mind telling me what happened?” The doctor asked.

“Well…I.. okay so I was running onto the next roof and I slammed into the wall and fell. To the ground. And tried to stop my fall.”

“Charles maybe you should think things out before carrying on with the act.” The doctor suggested.

“Doc, he’s broken his arm twice. Once from climbing up the telephone pole. The other from falling off a ladder. I- I really dont know what the hell to do with em.”

The doctor laughed at Tim and shrugged. “Maybe uhh, a sport when he’s all healed up. Speaking of healing, he's going to have to wear a cast for about a few weeks and come in for check ups.”

I stared at the heavy sling and groaned. I hated casts, they always itched the crap out of me. Tim smiled over at me, he knew how much I hated casts.

“Ill leave you guys to it. When you’re done make an appointment at the front office.”

He shut the door and Angela looked over at me. “Curly you coulda killed yaself!”

“Angel make his appointment will ya?” She crossed her arms and went to the front. Tim stared at me and I thought he was gonna yell at ne again. But instead he sighed.

“Im sorry I yelled kid.” I shrugged and played with my cast. “I just get worried about ya when I get calls about you doin stupid stuff.”

I laughed and looked at Tim. “I promise ya it makes a lot a’ sense in my mind.”

“Keep it up Im takin ya comics away Curly.” I laughed and he ruffled my curls and swatted his hand away.

“Quit it!”

Short drabble since I think Curly and Ponyboy have no common sense lol enjoy still taking requests ❤

[yanceyrenee-blog]

Chapter Sixty-seven Welcome Home and Good News

We get home in time to get adjusted before radiation starts. They had done a good job on our room. They managed to get all our stuff in there together in an organized way. We are welcome home with high fives from the guys and soft smiles by the girls. It is nice to be home. We went to see Uncle Eric 3 days after coming back. He congratulates us on the wedding and then examines Sarah. " Well guys, her surgical site is completely healed. I would like to do blood test and Sarah I need you to do another mammogram. If we don't see any sign of the cancer, we may be able to forego the radiation." " Really!" Sarah yells out. " Is that safe?" I asked. " Yes really and yes Josiah I wouldn't suggest otherwise." " I know I am sorry." " It is okay. It is your job to protect her." A nurse draws blood and then Sarah goes down for the mammogram. " Okay, when will we know the results?" We ask him. " Tomorrow. We will call. Think positive." We leave praying for no sign of cancer. When we tell her daddy, he closes his eyes and join us in our prayers. It is a long night. When the phone rang the next morning, Sarah gestures for Josiah to pick it up. He does with a quick prayer. " Hello. Yes this is her husband. What are the results? Really! Are you sure? That is fantastic! Oh yes thank you so much. Goodbye." He turns to his wife and father-in-law and says, " No sign of cancer anywhere! They double checked the blood results." She jumps up in his arms and he spins her around. Her daddy just stands tears of joy running down his face. " You aren't considered completely cured for 5 years baby but still." " Praise God!' her daddy says. " No radiation? No cancer?" she repeats to make sure she had heard it right. " Yes sweetie exactly." They all hug and cry. They praise the One that them through it all. " Are you serious!" Beth says with a gasp. " Very serious!" " Thank God. Thank God." She shouts and then hugs me hard enough to almost knock me over. " We would have never gotten through this without Him." I agree. " Anen. We got to tell the group." " Yes. We do." We meet at the park. All together again. When they hear Sarah's news, they erupt. " All gone?" Tim questions. " Yes Tim." Josiah says. " All gone." Hallelujahs, Amens, and Praise Jesus's echoed. " Yes! It was worth every treatment and losing my hair and everything." I say. We all start discussing the good that it came out of it. " Josiah and Sarah getting married." Beth says. " My daddy coming back to church." I say. "Us knowing we can get through anything with God's help." Josiah adds. " My hairs coming back curly."I remove my ball cap so they can see " It is as soft as silk too." Josiah says. " The opportunity to do God's work by adopting." says Julia. " Our fellowship is sure stronger." Abe contiues. " I got to be best man." Tim adds. We laughed and rejoiced giving praise to our Abba and enjoying being all together. Two months later " We are sure going to miss you." I tell Julia as I hug her goodbye. " I will be back for breaks." " I know you need to see Abe." I tease her. Since the wedding they have been dating. " Yes. You're right okay. But we aren't going to move as fast as y'all." I laugh. It was awful fast. Not that I would want it any other way. I waved goodbye to her. I then head back inside where Beth waits. " Let's so we can do it this crazy hair." My hair had grown back curly and thick. Beth is trying to tame it before I start back to school. "It it's going to be weird with only me and you and Tim and our group this year," she says that she works on my hair. " It really is." " Yes, you'll be missing your husband." " Yes she will." Josiah says he enters the room. " Desperately." I confirm." Are you all registered?" " Yes. Start on August 20th." " We start back before you." I say with a sigh. " I will miss you too." He lifts me up and out of the seat into his arms. " Hey.' Beth complains," I was working on her hair." " This is more important." he tells her as he starts to kiss me. I hear Beth sigh but pay her no attention. " Let me know when you are done with her." He stops kissing me long enough to tell her, " That may be a while."

[melyaliz]

Memories of a Ghost

Summary: Faith’s first event after the disappearance of her family. 

Pairing: Tim x OC 

Notes: Thanks @speedypan for the inspiration. I think I need more Tim and Faith in my life. 

Tagging: @royslittleharper @guns-n-lilies @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules​

 Faith sighed looking in the mirror as her sister put the finishing touches in her hair. Small baby’s breath adored the large curly updo of dark hair. Faith was dressed in a beautiful midnight blue backless A-line dress that sparkled like the night sky. 

 It had been a long time since Faith had gotten this dressed up. And even longer, it felt, when she had gone to one of these events.

 “I know this is for dad but I don’t want to go. With every fiber of my being.” she glanced up at Jennifer’s reflection in the large mirror in front of her. Her sister stood behind in as her older sister added the final touches to her outfit.

 “It’s ok to feel that way.” the older girl said.

 “I just… this isn’t me anymore, I’m not even sure this was ever me.”

 Jennifer let out a soft laugh at the last remark, “well you did punch a woman at a gala once for yelling at Zen.” Faith giggled at the memory.

 “Mom gave me the longest lecture I think I ever got. It was basically I should defend my family but not always with physical violence.”

 “She was the best at nonphysical violence.” Jen said taking a few steps back so she could get her shoes from under her bed, “Remember when she asked that teacher if he enjoyed being the scum of the earth for making fun of you in class?”

 “Remember when she got that whole board at Wayne Enterprise to fund that orphanage? One of the guys even said this was the best idea they had ever come up with.”

 “Dad always said she could get anything she ever wanted.”

 “Yeah” both girls lapsed into silence both caught up in their own memories of their parents. A knock on the door brought them both back to reality.

 “You girls ready?” Dick’s voice could be heard on the other side. Faith winked at her sister

 “He’s excited to see you all dressed up.”

 “You need to stop hang out with Gigi, she’s rubbing off on you with all that shipping.”

 Faith’s laugh was bright as the memory of her best friend very seriously locking her in their shared bedroom at the Young Justice HQ so they could come up with Ship names for everyone with no distractions. Bart had even tried to tempt them with Ice Cream and beach adventures and Gigi had told him “Not today distraction!” Faith had never seen the happy-go-lucky boy look so crestfallen. 

 Faith knew her sister had a complicated past with Dick and it was hard for her to talk about. But she also knew that she rarely saw a guy look at a girl the way Dick looked at her sister. The look he was giving her as she opened the door to Jen’s bedroom at the mansion where they had been getting ready.

 “You… you both look exquisite.” Dick said bowing before holding out his arm for Faith and the other for Jen who just laughed taking it.

 “Well thank you, and may I say you are looking quite dapper yourself.”

 “I clean up good don’t I?” he asked as they descended the stairs to the main room where guests were now mixing and mingling.

 Jen was a pro at that, rubbing elbows with the well to-dos. Starting a conversation from nothing and keeping them talking for hours about the smallest things.

 Faith, on the other hand, was not. She was more of a listener and hated having to answer all the loaded questions that were always thrown at her. Especially after the disappearance of her parents. All the sad smiles and fake sympathy.

 When was why when she saw Tim she could have kissed him.

 “Oh look, it’s your buddy,” Jennifer said nudging her sister nodding toward Tim who was standing next to some large benefactor as the man shoved small appetizers into his mouth while talking. However, Tim’s focus was on the two girls, his mouth slightly open. He flashed Faith a lopsided smile as she waved at him.

 “I’m going to go say hi,” Faith said glad to walk away from the middle-aged woman who was prattling on about some hotel they MUST visit in Paris next time they went.

 “It’s the O’Neal charm, get’s the boys every time,” Dick whispered to Jen who couldn't help but smile.

 “I like him,” she said, “and don’t act like your entourage over there isn’t basically drooling over you in a suit.” she added nodding toward a few girls who were standing huddled up stealing glances at Dick who smiled waving at them.

 Skipping over to her partner in hero-antics Faith giggled grabbing his arm. “Can I borrow him for a moment?” she asked the man who just laughed waving them away.

 “Y… you look great,” Tim said unable to take his eyes off her. Faith grinned giving a twirl.

 “It’s not a hoodie and jeans but I guess it’ll do.”

 “Yeah, so do you guys do a lot of these? I have only attended a few but Bruce said this was your Dad’s charity.”

 “Yeah, he was fighting to help inner city kids who were in danger of joining gangs find alternative avenues.”

 “He sounds like a great man.”

 She nodded biting her lip memories of her father explaining how important it was to help those who felt like there was no way out. To give them hope, show them a future. “He really was.”

 Soon they took their seats as dinner was served. More fun light conversation and laughing. Even Bruce cracked a few smiles at Jen who was telling a story about one of her adventures at the Xavier Institute.

 One of the biggest benefactors by the name of Joseph Campbell was mid-story about a fishing trip he had taken when some music started to play. Next to her Faith felt Jennifer take a sharp breath “I didn’t realize…”

 “Jen?” Dick asked confused but suddenly they all realized what was going on as a very familiar voice spoke.

 Faith didn’t hear anything else because the voice of her father spoke out. It was as if the world stopped. It was as if everything became blurry yet hyper focused. She was gripping the table so hard as if it could keep her up.

 Someone had started the video on a large screen on the stage where the speakers had been talking about the benefit. It was a video that their father had been working on before the disappearance.  

 Joseph smiled at the girls, “It’s amazing that we can honor Nick’s memory like this.”  

 “Oh Faith, I forgot some papers in my room, can you go grab them?” Jennifer asked handing her the key to her room. Faith blinked at her as if she was seeing her for the first time. Where was she? What was going on? Why did she feel so light headed?

 “Breath.” Jennifer’s voice gently whispered as she placed the key to her room in her sister’s hand. Faith let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Gasping for breath as she stood.

 “Uhhh yeah… I’ll get that thing… phone… paper… cool” stumbling slightly she quickly snuck out dashing down the hall her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Running anywhere but there. There with the voice of a ghost.

 Memories of her father laughing as she told him about her day while jumping up and down on the trampoline he had gotten her.

 Memoires of how her father took her running in the morning and yoga at night. Always active with her making her feeling comfortable for needing to get up and move. Having small toys for her to fidget with when she was feeling stressed or overwhelmed.

 Memoires of how he would spend hours holding Jennifer after the death of Jason. Telling Faith that her sister felt things deeper than most and she just needed to know that you were there for her.

 She burst into Jen’s room the sudden will to do anything else gone as she stood there in the dark sobbing. It hurt so bad she couldn't breathe. When was this going to get easier? When was it going to hurt less? When was she just going to be able to be happy again?

 So there she stood was just sobbing in the dark room unable to move unable to do anything but just cry.

 “Faith?” She turned her hands over her mouth trying to muffle the sobs that wracked her body as Tim slowly walked into the room “Are you… I’m sorry” he said slowly walking toward her.

 “I just didn’t… I… I’m sorry.”

 Gently he took her in his arms holding her, “Shhhh it’s ok. It’s ok to be sad.”

 “I just miss them so much” she cried burying herself in his chest. “It hurts.”

 They both sunk to the ground as Tim held her letting her cry as he gently rubbed her back. Let her pour out of the sorrow and pain she had been feeling for months. She knew it wasn’t their fault that they were gone but she felt so alone. So abandoned by them.

 Once she had calmed down a little bit Tim sighed sitting back so he could look at her.

 “You’re not alone you know. You have your sister, Gigi and… me. I will never leave you.” Faith nodded slowly wiping away her tears looking down at her hand that was now covered in black makeup. Tim couldn't help but laugh lightly “Here,” he said getting up grabbing some tissue and gently wiping her face. She sat still looking at him as he helped her get her face back.

 “When you're ready do you want to come up with backstories for the people attending this party? The first time I went to one of these Dick and I did it. Apparently, he used to do it with Maia.”

 “Oh yeah, Jennifer and I use to do that.”

 “Or,” he said pausing, “We could just skip it and go train in the Batcave.”

 She paused, tempted, “no, I need to face my fears… but after I would LOVE to go get a bat burger, those little portions of fish left me starving.” Tim grinned.

 “With extra sauce and crispy fries?”

 “Duah!”

 Taking his hand Faith stood up leading him out a smile back on her face as the went back into the gala. However, when they got to the door she paused pulling him back for a moment.

 “Thanks,” she whispered. He gave her hand a squeeze.

 “Anytime.”