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[canisalbus]

✦ God loves you, but not enough to save you ✦

[fangirl-dot-com]

Together or Nothing

Pairing: Vettel-Reader x Carlos Sainz Jr.  Genre: Angst/Comfort Summary: Growing up with Carlos, you knew he’d be a special driver. If he asked you to follow him to the end of the world, you’d do it. But when his life in Formula 1 is in jeopardy, how far are you willing to go? 

uhhhhhhh - I was inspired and I made an imagine after the complete clown show that was last tuesday. This is an apology imagine because this week is stacked and there might not be a TDITD update in the near future. So I'm feeding you all now. Never thought that my first imagine would be fore Carlos but here we are.

You had heard the rumors. But that’s what they were supposed to be. Just rumors. 

Your dad had warned you that something big was going to be announced, but you never thought it would be this. 

Well, some rumors can turn out to be true. Your mind was swirling with thoughts as you looked at your screen. Photoshopped pictures of Lewis in red was all that you saw. Conformations, hot-takes, and edits began to follow. People praised the prancing horse for securing the 7-time world champion. Podcast hosts immediately took to talking about how Lewis would be the best teammate for Charles. Everyone seemed honed in on the two drivers. 

Yet, all you could think about was Carlos.

Carlos who had given his all to the Rosso Corsa team. 

Carlos who was the only non-Red Bull winner in 2023. 

Carlos who bled the Ferrari red, even sometimes more than their Il Predestinato.  

Carlos who was slowly becoming forgotten in a matter of minutes. 

Your heart ached for your friend as you read his short and blunt statement on his Instagram story. You could almost feel the sadness through the minimal words. 

Your fingers flew to your messages as you messaged Charles. The Monegasque had known for a while, but had tried to get the Spaniard another contract. He knew that Carlos was one of the better drivers on the grid and disagreed with Ferrari’s decision. 

You knew that Charles had so much respect for Lewis. Hell, everyone did. You don’t just equal Michael Schumacher’s championships every day. No one has even come close to it. Yes, Max was well on his way, but nothing was ever certain in the world of Formula 1. 

Charles even complained about how he might not be number 2 driver in a team that didn’t believe in “driver priority.” Years of experience and 7 World Champions would definitely give someone the upper hand. 

Swiping out of the messages with Chares, you brought up Carlos’s contact. 

Your finger hovered over the message icon and then switched to call, then back to messages before you swiped out of his contact completely. 

You fingers went to a different contact. You knew it was a hard decision, and it would take a lot of convincing, but you were determined. 

Strict words were flown between you and your father. Having ties with a specific car manufacturer got you places, but this was in the wind. No one had asked for something this big – except you. 

After the begging and borderline crying, you ended the call. Exhaustion was creeping up on you, but you had more things to do. 

Once again, you clicked on Charles’s profile and pressed the call button. 

“Hello y/n,” Charles’s voice echoed through the speaker. 

You sighed. “How is he?” 

Charles mirrored your initial sound. “He won’t pick up. I’ve tried texting, but he’s leaving me on read.” 

You nibbled on your lips. “Have you called Lando?” 

“He’s on his way here. He was in Woking for the suit fitting and debut.” 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Can you send me his flight info if you have it? When he gets in, I’ll pick you up, then him. We can all three go see…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

An annoyed sound left your lips as you raised your voice. “Charles, be for real. If we’re honest, he bleeds red more than you do. He needs us. Needs his friends.” 

There was silence for a bit, until Charles spoke up. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Sending you the information now.” 

With a couple more thank-you’s and apologies, you hung up. 

Lando was supposed to land later that evening and everything was in place. 

A couple of hours later, Lando was in the back seat of your car with Charles in the passenger. The three of you sat in silence as you drove to Carlos’s place in Monaco. Lando was the first to speak up. 

“So what’s the plan. I know you Y/n and if you haven’t made a call yet somewhere then you’re have no plan and this is just pointless.” 

You rolled your eyes as Charles stared at you, waiting for some good news. 

“I made a call to dad. He says he’ll get the ball rolling. We’ll know by tomorrow if they go ahead with it.” 

Charles leaned in and adjusted himself in the seat. “And who is they?” 

You hushed him. “A girl never spoils her secrets.” 

Not long after, your car finally made it to his place. The lights were on, which was a good sign. 

Carlos was home. 

You swallowed thickly as you made your way up the stairs. Your hand lifted and knocked on the door. Charles and Lando were right behind you. 

It took a couple of minutes for Carlos to open the door, but he eventually did. The sight was almost unbearable. 

His normally kept hair was sticking up in different places. His cheeks were red, along with his nose. 

He had been crying no doubt. 

He looked tired as he slouched at the door, but straightened up when his eyes landed on you. They held a certain softness as he gazed at your face. But the softness hardened at the sight of the other two drivers. He opened his mouth to talk, but you raised a hand. 

“They’re here for you Carlos. Please listen,” you pleaded, hand now resting on his chest. He looked down and then nodded, moving to let them in. 

The three of you followed him in. You were half expecting things to be thrown everywhere and broken. Yet, the house seemed to be in perfect shape. He led you to the living room and sat on a chair. 

You, Lando, and Charles all squeezed onto the couch in front. 

A comment about school children and their principal wanted to leave your lips, but you held it back. 

The Spaniard sat in silence as he waited for someone to talk first. 

Charles inhaled sharply. His voice cracked the first time he tried to say something, but he persisted. 

“I didn’t want it to be like this.”

When Charles finally looked up, Carlos could see the tears in the Monegasque’s eyes.

“I tried,” he swallowed, “I tried to get them to keep you on. Even tried to have them do an open ended contract like mine.” 

Carlos spoke up. “Yet, you have said that you’d want Lewis as a teammate.” 

Charles looked down again, almost ashamed. 

“I half-handedly said that, and you know it. If you were asked you probably wouldn’t have said my name either.”  

Carlos looked down at his hands. Charles was right. 

He got up from the couch and crouched in front of Carlos, so they could be on eye level. Charles put his hand on Carlos’s shoulder. 

“Together or nothing, right?” 

Carlos nodded silently as he brought the brunet into a hug. The two men shed some tears as they hugged. 

You knew how hard it was going to be on the Spaniard. 

He often said that his one downfall was to love and love too quickly. 

Lando was truly his first favorite teammate with Charles coming at a close second. He got too attached in a sport that was famous for their driver swaps. 

Moving from McLaren to Ferrari had almost crushed his and Lando’s friendship. It took them months to be able to hang out without sadness hovering over their heads. 

Now, Carlos was determined to not let that happen to him and Charles. Lando also wouldn’t let it happen, and neither were you. 

The three of you stayed for a little longer, with you being invited to stay the night. Your hand was pushing against Lando’s face as he made kissy noises as he walked out the door. Your keys had been given to Charles with the promise that he’d keep your car safe. 

That night, you held Carlos as he cried and cried. And when you thought he was done, he’d cry some more. You ended up not telling him about your plan, simply because you didn’t want to get his hopes up. 

Yes, in the morning, you were being shaken awake by the Spaniard. His phone was shoved right in your face. 

“Is this real?” he questioned, voice cracking with emotion. 

There on his phone was the official announcement. 

“PORSCHE OUTBIDS AUDI FOR THE 2026 SPOT IN FORMULA 1” 

“EX-DRIVER SEBASTIAN VETTEL TO BE PORSCHE’S TEAM PRINCIPAL IN 2026” 

“Y/N VETTEL TO BE RACE ENGINEER FOR NUMBER ONE DRIVER IN 2026” 

“PORSCHE SECURED NUMBER ONE SEAT AND CONTRACT FOR SAINZ JR 2026” 

The large headlines were giving you a headache, so you simply smiled and closed your eyes. 

“Surprise,” you said, sing-singly and sleepy. 

Carlos just looked at you and you could feel his eyes on your figure. You peaked out at him before sighing, tugging the comforter down as you sat up. 

“If you don’t want it…” 

“I want it.” 

You shivered at the bluntness in his voice. 

He looked from you, down to his phone, then back to you. “You did this?” 

You nodded shyly as you leaned in closer. 

“I know you and Charles have your own ‘together or nothing,’ but I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if it were possible Carlos.” 

You waited for him to say something. Yet, he never did. He did something better though. 

He kissed you. 

“Together or nothing, mi Corazón.” 

carlossainz55 has posted

carlossainz55 to my heart, I cannot thank you enough. you've given me the second chance that I didn't know I had. Together or nothing. Te quiero

liked by charles_leclerc, porschef1, y/n.vettel, and 104,204 others

smooth_operator I'M NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

vamoscarlos the way I could see y/n convincing her dad to get Porsche to outbid Audi

carlos55 like he could have had a chance with Audi, but y/n wanted to make sure he had an actual seat. can Carlos fight?

charlos4ever I refuse to change my username - did you see them in the joint interview??

charles16 I know right? they looked like the old Carlos and Charles - y/n or seb must have done something carlando betting that they put them both in timeout or the get along shirt

charles_leclerc let's do our very best this season. and always remember that I'll only be a garage down :)

carlossainz55 cabron, did you think that I was leaving leaving?? landonorris he was crying when he called me after you posted y/n.vettel and that was after he called my dad too charles_leclerc IN EVERY UNIVERSE FROM THIS AUTHOR I GET BULLIED FOR CRYING author is it true tho??? charles_leclerc yes.

porschef1 we know it's a season away but we can't wait for for what 2025 brings!

sebastianvettel you better keep my daughter happy or you'll loose a second seat in two seasons

carlossainz55 yes sir

carlos_vettel the way he looks at her in the first picture...when's the wedding??

y/n_sainz all I'm thinking is who is going to take what last name (please hyphenate)

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BO  BURNHAM:  INSIDE  SENTENCE  STARTERS! (Change  as needed.  NSFW  and  triggering  content  ahead.)

CONTENT "Interesting,  now  leave  me  alone." "Sorry  that  I  look  like  a  mess." "I  booked  a  haircut,  but  it  got  rescheduled." "Might  not  help,  but  still,  it  couldn't  hurt." "I'm  sorry  I  was  gone." "It's  a  beautiful  day  to  stay  inside."

COMEDY "What  the  fuck  is  going  on?" "It's  like  everything  happened  all  at  once." "Um,  what  the  fuck  is  going  on?" "The  more  I  look,  the  more  I  see  nothing  to  joke  about." "Should  I  leave  you  alone?" "Should  I  be  joking  at  a  time  like  this?" "The  world  is  so...  fucked  up." "Don't  panic." "Call  me  and  I'll  tell  you  a  joke." "I  swore  I'd  never  be  back,  but  now  I'm  back  on  my  feet."

FACETIME  WITH  MY  MOM  (TONIGHT) "Pour  me  a  drink  and  clear  my  schedule." "Oh,  look  who's  here." "How  you  doing,  bud?" "I'm  not  so  bad." "That's  the  deepest  talk  we've  ever  had."

HOW  THE  WORLD  WORKS "The  world  that's  around  us  is  pretty  amazing." "But  how  does  it  work?" "It  must  be  complicated." "Everything  works  together." "That  is  how  the  world  works." "That's  how  it  works." "Hey,  everyone." "Look  who  stopped  by  to  say  hello.  It's  [muse  name]!" "Where've  you  been,  [muse  name]?" "Not  quite  dead,  not  quite  alive." "It's  similar  to  a  constant  state  of  sleep  paralysis." "Boy,  that  sounds  complicated." "How  about  you  give  it  a  try?" "Don't  you  know  the  world  is  built  with  blood?" "That's  pretty  intense." "No  shit." "Read  a  book  or  something,  I  don't  know." "Just  don't  burden  me  with  the  responsibility  of  educating  you." "It's  incredibly  exhausting." "I  was  just  trying  to  become  a  better  person." "Wait,  wait,  wait,  no,  please!" "I  don't  want  to  go  back.  Please." "I  can't  go,  I  can't  go  back." "Are  you  gonna  behave  yourself?" "Yes,  what?" "Yes,  sir." "I  hope  you  learned  your  lesson."

WHITE  WOMAN'S  INSTAGRAM "Is  this  heaven?" "I  can't  believe  it." "It's  been  a  decade  since  you've  been  gone." "I  miss  you." "It's  got  a  little  better,  but  it's  still  hard." "Still  figuring  out  how  to  keep  living  with  you." "I  got  a  job  I  love  and  my  own  apartment." "I  got  a  boyfriend  and  I'm  crazy  about  him." "I'm  crazy  about  him."

UNPAID  INTERN "Who  needs  a  coffee?" "I'm  writing  down  the  orders  now  for  everyone." "The  coffee  is  free,  just  like  me." "I'm  an  unpaid  intern." "You  work  all  day,  go  back  to  your  dorm."

BEZOS  I/II "Come  on,  [muse  name],  you  can  do  it." "Pave  the  way,  put  your  back  into  it." "Tell  us  why." "Show  us  how." "Look  at  where  you  came  from." "Look  at  you  now." "Amateurs  can  fucking  suck  it." "You  did  it!" "Congratulations!"

SEXTING "It  isn't  sex,  it's  the  next  best  thing." "I'm  in  bed." "I'm  ready  to  go  with  you." "Tonight,  I'm  thinking  of  taking  it  slow." "That's  pretty  abstract." "Crisis  averted.  Thank  God." "Are  you  naked?" "I'm  getting  hot  at  just  the  thought  of  what  I'd  do  to  you." "I  love  you,  baby." "Send  a  picture  of  your  tits,  please." "Jesus  fucking  Christ,  I  guess  I  never  learn." "I  sent  my  titties,  that's  not  fair." "Another  night  on  my  own."

LOOK  WHO'S  INSIDE  AGAIN "There  isn't  much  more  to  say  about  it." "You'll  do  any  old  shit  to  get  out  of  it." "Try  telling  jokes." "Look  who's  inside  again." "Went  out  to  look  for  a  reason  to  hide  again." "Come  out  with  your  hands  up." "We've  got  you  surrounded."

PROBLEMATIC "Please  forgive  me." "I  did  not  realize  what  I  did." "Are  you  gonna  hold  me  accountable?" "Isn't  anybody  gonna  hold  me  accountable?" "I  wanna  show  you  how  I'm  growing  as  a  person." "I  tried  to  hide  behind  my  childhood,  and  that's  not  okay." "My  actions  are  my  own,  I  won't  explain  them  away." "I've  done  a  lot  of  self-reflecting." "I  was  totally  wrong  when  I  said  it." "My  bed  is  empty  and  I'm  getting  cold." "What  should  I  do  with  it?" "I've  been  totally  awful." "I'm  really  fucking  sorry."

30 "I  used  to  run  for  miles." "I  used  to  ride  my  bike." "I  used  to  wake  up  with  a  smile." "I'm  turning  thirty." "God  damn  it!" "Now,  my  stupid  friends  are  having  stupid  children." "I'll  be  forty  and  I'll  kill  myself  then."

DON'T  WANNA  KNOW "How  are  you  feeling?" "Do  you  like  the  show?" "Are  you  tired  of  it?" "Never  mind,  I  don't  wanna  know." "Are  you  finding  it  boring?" "Do  I  have  your  attention?" "Yes,  or  no?" "Are  you  on  your  phone?" "Is  there  anyone  out  there?" "Am  I  all  alone?" "It  wouldn't  make  a  difference." "I  thought  it'd  be  over  by  now."

SHIT "How  we  feeling  out  there  tonight?" "I  am  not  feeling  good." "Feeling  like  a  bag  of  shit." "All  my  clothes  are  dirty,  so  I'm  smelling  like  a  bag  of  shit." "OMG,  that  is  just  my  luck." "What's  up,  you  useless  fuck?" "Are  you  feeling  what  I'm  feeling?" "I  haven't  had  a  shower  in  the  last  nine  days." "Staring  at  the  ceiling  and  waiting  for  this  feeling  go  away." "It  won't  go  away." "I'm  not  really  feeling  like  I  wanna  get  lit." "Tell  us  how  you're  feeling." "Well,  I  feel  like  shit." "Feeling  like  a  saggy,  massive  sack  of  shit." "Big  ol'  motherfucking  duffle  bag  of  shit." "Are  you  feeling  like  shit?" "Tell  me,  are  you  feeling  like  shit?"

ALL  TIME  LOW "My  current  mental  health  is  rapidly  approaching  an  ATL.  Which  is,  um,  that's  an  all-time  low." "You  know,  I  feel  OK  when  I'm  asleep." "Like,  when  I'm  asleep,  I  feel  all  right." "It's  basically  from  the  moment  I  wake  up,  I  just  get  this  feeling  in  my  body,  way  down  deep  inside  me." "I  try  not  to  fight  it." "My  heart,  it  gets  to  tappin',  and  I  think  I'm  gonna  die." "Um,  yeah,  not  doing  great."

WELCOME  TO  THE  INTERNET "Have  a  look  around." "If  none  of  it's  of  interest  to  you,  you'd  be  the  first." "Come  and  take  a  seat." "There's  no  need  to  panic,  this  isn't  a  test." "Just  nod  or  shake  your  head  and  we'll  do  the  rest." "Be  happy,  be  horny,  be  bursting  with  rage." "Don't  act  surprised." "Could  I  interest  you  in  everything  all  of  the  time?" "Apathy's  a  tragedy  and  boredom  is  a  crime." "You  know?  It  wasn't  always  like  this." "We  set  our  sights  and  spent  our  nights  waiting  for  you." "Now,  look  at  you.  Look  at  you." "If  we  stick  together,  who  knows  what  we'll  do?"

THAT  FUNNY  FEELING "I  can't  really  play  the  guitar  very  well,  or  sing." "Apologies." "The  backlash  to  the  backlash  to  the  thing  that's  just  begun." "There  it  is  again,  that  funny  feeling." "The  whole  world  at  your  fingertips,  the  ocean  at  your  door." "Full  agoraphobic,  losing  focus,  cover  blown." "The  quiet  comprehending  of  the  ending  of  it  all." "Hey,  what  can  you  say?  We  were  overdue." "It'll  be  over  soon,  you  wait."

ALL  EYES  ON  ME "Get  your  fuckin'  hands  up." "Get  on  out  of  your  seats." "All  eyes  on  me,  all  eyes  on  me." "Are  you  feeling  nervous?" "Are  you  having  fun?" "It's  almost  over." "It's  just  begun." "Don't  overthink  this,  look  in  my  eye." "Don't  be  scared,  don't  be  shy." "Come  on  in,  the  water's  fine." "Heads  down,  pray  for  me." "You  wanna  hear  a  funny  story?" "I've  been  hiding  from  the  world,  and  I  need  to  re-enter." "You  say  the  ocean's  rising  like  I  give  a  shit." "You  say  the  whole  world's  ending.  Honey,  it  already  did." "Get  inside."

GOODBYE "So  long." "Goodbye." "I'll  see  you  when  I  see  you." "You  can  pick  the  street." "I'll  meet  you  on  the  other  side." "Do  I  really  have  to  finish?" "Did  I  say  that  right?" "So,  this  is  how  it  ends." "I  promise  to  never  go  outside  again." "I'm  slowly  losing  power." "Has  it  only  been  an  hour?" "No,  that  can't  be  right." "Hey,  here's  a  fun  idea!" "Am  I  going  crazy?" "Am  I  right  back  where  I  started?" "I'll  panic." "Call  me  up  and  tell  me  a  joke." "You're  really  joking  at  a  time  like  this?"

ANY  DAY  NOW "It  will  stop  any  day  now." "Any  day  now."

[accio-sriracha]

Regulus upset and slams down the book of dark magic:You brought him into my life and now I want you to bring him back. Bring him back! I have never asked you for anything. I've never asked you for spells but do this. I know you can bring him back.

Narcissa: No, dear. We won't do that.

Andromeda: We don't do that.

Regulus tearing up but angrily flipping through the pages of the book:But you can. You can do this. I know you can. I remember. I found it here when mommy and daddy died.

Narcissa: Even if we did bring him back, it wouldn't be James. It would be something else. Something dark and unnatural.

Regulus: [Starts crying, and out right begs] I don't care what he comes back as. As long he comes back. Please do this for me. Please? Please? Please? Please?

Hello! This sounds like absolute soul crushing angst, so obviously I'm very excited to write this!

(This will be angst with happy ending, and it does contain background wolfstar)

He Who Falls Shall Not Rise.

A Jegulus One-Shot

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"James Potter?" He whispered, staring at the mess of black curls in front of him, "You're Sirius' friend, right?"

The boy turned, a curious spark in his eye and glasses that slipped to the edge of his nose,

"Yes I am." His eyebrows furrowed, "You're Regulus Black." It wasn't a question.

Regulus nodded, surprised.

"Sirius told me a lot about you." He explained, looking a little embarrassed, "You have the same features."

"Oh." Regulus wasn't sure what else to say. He recognized James from pictures he found in Sirius' room the summer after he left for Hogwarts.

"Would you like to come with me to the library? I was just about to return some charms books. I could show you around?"

Regulus nodded eagerly, "That'd be great, actually. Thanks."

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Regulus shook the thoughts from his head. They were so young then, barely even aware of what was going on in the world around them.

He gave a harsh laugh, wondering what it would have been like if he'd never introduced himself to James at all.

No.

He couldn't entertain the thought. The heartbreak he could handle... but, not having James in his life? He wasn't sure he ever would have survived.

"Regulus? Are you home?" Narcissa called, her voice gentle as always. He sighed, his cousins had a habit of checking in on him nearly every day.

"I'll be down in a moment." He called, wiping the tears from his face.

He thought about Narcissa, about how content she was in her life. Her son must have been... what? One, now? The time flew by too fast to ever keep track.

"Hello." He greeted politely as he walked down the staircase, trying to keep his hands from shaking.

In truth, he'd never been more desperate in his life.

Desperation was a funny thing, it made you do things, even horrible things, that you never would have imagined yourself being a part of.

Like what he was about to do now.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, "You look pale, dear."

He nodded curtly, the letter from Remus sitting like a stone in his pocket, weighing down his every move. He'd read its contents a hundred times before he really processed it.

Sirius was in Azkaban.

James Potter was dead.

"Good morning, Reggie!" Andromeda called, flourishing herself through the door. Her voice was... not so gentle. Her words echoed loudly through the large, empty house.

There was nobody left but him.

"Good morning, Andy." He nodded back at her. He wasn't sure he could stand another second of this. The pretending. The casual greetings as though his entire world hadn't just caught fire.

"Who is this?" Andromeda asked, pointing to an old photograph on the wall. He had just added it this morning. Regulus' chest grew tight.

"Sirius' friend." He whispered.

At the mention of Sirius' name both of their heads whipped towards him. He was used to that now, the fear in their eyes, the worry.

Sirius had turned out just like Bellatrix after all.

Regulus refused to believe it, refused to believe his only brother could ever do something like that. Especially to someone like James. Everyone knew how much they loved each other, how willing Sirius would have been to die for him. How willing they both were to die for James.

Regulus' breathing felt shallow. He wished he would have been given the option.

"Regulus... are you sure you're alright?" Narcissa asked again.

"He's dead." The words left his mouth before he could stop them, "The man in the photograph. He's- He's dead."

Narcissa leaned down to get a better look. She gasped,

"It's Potter." She whispered, sharing a look with Andy, "That's the man that Sirius-'

"Stop." Regulus cut her off, tears threatening to spill over, "Please don't say it."

Narcissa didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug, she pet his hair gently, apologizing profusely for upsetting him. Andy walked past to the dining room,

"Maybe we should sit down to chat, yeah?" She offered, pulling out a chair.

He nodded and sat down with them, trying to control his breathing.

"What happened, Reggie?" Andy asked, reaching across the table to place a hand over his own.

"I-" He cleared his throat, "James is gone." He tried to explain but couldn't get his voice to work.

"Yes." Narcissa nodded sympathetically, "He is. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Andy' eyes turned curious, "I wasn't aware you two were friends."

Regulus gave a humorless laugh, "Friends." He repeated, his voice raw.

He thought back to the day he told Sirius he was in love with his best friend, and again to the day James told him he loved him too.

"Were you... more?" Narcissa asked carefully.

Regulus looked away. He knew how sensitive the topic was with his family. He'd seen it with Sirius, when he'd first confessed to being in a relationship with Remus.

"You were, weren't you?" Andy leaned back against her chair, resting her hands on top of her head, "We had no idea."

Regulus nodded, "We preferred it that way. The only people who knew were Remus and-" He broke off, not wanting to see them react to his brother's name again.

"So you and Potter... you loved each other." Narcissa held his other hand, "There's nothing wrong with that, dear."

Regulus laughed again, closing his eyes and tilting his face towards the ceiling,

"Believe me, there's plenty wrong with it, Cissy."

"Reg, It's okay. Neither of us are going to judge you for-" Andy started.

"No, it's not okay!" He exploded, pushing back from the table, "He's dead, Andy!"

They stayed silent, he could feel their shock from his outburst. He was usually the calm one.

"I-" He couldn't keep the tears from falling now, "I miss him." His voice broke on the last word and Narcissa immediately pulled him into another hug.

"Regulus, I'm so sorry." She whispered, rubbing his back.

"I don't need you to feel sorry for me." He gently pulled her hands away, "Feeling sorry won't bring him back."

Andy's expression immediately grew suspicious, "Reg..." She started. He shook his head,

"No. Please, I- I can't lose him." He turned and grabbed a book from the shelf, the one full of dark magic spells, and placed it on the table between them, "Please. I never ask you for anything. I never ask you to do these spells for me, but please-"

Narcissa understood now, shaking her head, "No, Regulus. You know we can't do that."

"Why not!" He shouted, taking a step backwards, "I love him! I- I can't just let him go. I need to do something, I need to try!"

Andy sighed, pushing the book away from them, "Reggie, it's too dangerous."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing! Please! I- I'll do anything you ask me to. I'll be in your debt for the rest of my life just please! Please open the damn book and try!"

"Regulus." Narcissa's voice was stern now, "You cannot bring him back. He's gone. I'm sorry but... he's gone."

Regulus shook his head, sliding the book back to the edge of the table and flipping through the pages blindly, "No I- I've seen you do it, I know you can do it. You have to! I- I can't live without him, please!"

Andy grabbed his hand to stop him, "Even if we do bring him back it won't be James. He'll come back as- as something else. It won't be him, Reggie."

"I don't care what he comes back as! I don't care, I don't care! I need him! I just need him back! Please just do it. I know you can do it, please just fucking bring him back!" He could feel his heart pounding, he was mere seconds away from getting on his knees and begging them to try.

"Regulus! We can't!" Narcissa shouted, her voice more upset then he'd ever heard it.

"You have to-" He started.

"But we can't." She sighed and closed the book, "I'm sorry."

Regulus let out a wordless, angry shout and threw the book against the wall, watching it hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Reg-" Andy stood up from the table. Regulus slammed his hands down, rounding on Narcissa,

"You don't want me to be happy, is that it? You're just angry that I found someone who really loves me. You're jealous that someone actually cares! You and Lucius don't love each other and we both know it-"

"Regulus!" Andy called. He ignored her,

"You're just jealous, Cissy. You could never handle the fact that Bella and I were always the favorites. You can’t handle the fact that maybe I'm not like you! Maybe I'm broken... and flawed. Maybe I'm not the perfect heir to the black family throne like you thought I was. That I was capable of finding my own fucking personality, that I chose to be with someone for love and not blood status. Maybe I was never like you. That's why you're doing this, isn't it? Because you're angry I couldn’t be that perfect kid anymore."

Tears streamed down his face, soaking the collar of his shirt. He couldn't care less, he was angry, more angry than he'd ever been before, "If you won't help me, I'll do it myself."

"Regulus, stop." A voice came from the doorway.

"Remus." He breathed, turning around to face him.

"I know you're angry. Merlin knows how angry I am. But you need to stop."

"How did you-" Regulus shook his head, "How did you find me?"

"I came to collect some of Sirius' things." He didn't seem to miss the flinching from behind Regulus at the name.

Narcissa walked across the room to pick up the book and put it away. Trying to play off her shudder.

Remus sighed, "I'm sorry. Really, I-" He looked away, "I can't imagine how much pain you're in."

Regulus walked up to him then, and for the very first time, he hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I know you loved him too."

Remus nodded, pulling away, "I do. But we can't bring him back. It's wrong, Reg. You know it is."

Andy walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I would do anything for you, Reggie. But I can't do this. I'm sorry."

He turned to face her, watching the emotions swirling on Narcissa' face, the guilt on Andy's.

"I know." He brushed away the last of his tears, "I know. I'm sorry." He looked at Narcissa, "I didn't mean it, the things I said to you... I'm really sorry."

She smiled softly at him, he could see the pain behind it still, "It's okay, Regulus. I know you're hurting right now. I promise, it will get better."

Regulus took a deep breath, "I hope so." He whispered.

Remus patted his shoulder once, walking past them to the stairs, heading for Sirius' old room.

"Remus." He called, Remus turned,

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should join us tomorrow for lunch. I think it'll do us all some good to have company."

He glanced at Andy and Narcissa, his expression was reserved, but he nodded anyways,

"Okay."

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It was a long time before Regulus' anger subsided. The grief never fully went away, he wasn't sure it ever would. But he was happy now, he was capable of feeling happy, something he didn't think he'd ever feel again.

"Can you believe Sirius was only four in this photo?" Cissy laughed, showing the old album to Remus, who watched Sirius fly around on a toy broom, knocking into things Regulus knew would get him into huge trouble for later.

Remus laughed, and the sound gave Regulus hope. One day, Sirius and Remus would be together again. He hoped he would be there to see it.

Remus checked his watch and stood, "I'm late for an order meeting, I'll see you all tomorrow?"

They nodded, waving goodbye as he made his way to the door.

He would never quite be whole again without James, but he would survive, and that was enough.

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Queen [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: Eddie hates the sudden crush you're having for a celebrity and when you find out why it turns out to be the cutest thing in the world

A/N: okay I have to confess that this one shot it's pure self-indulgence because I have been so obsessed with Queen lately

I liked them a lot when I was a teenager and I think this love had only been dormant in me, lmao

Anyways this is short but I hope you like it!

Eddie walked around the cafeteria, looking around at you. When he found you, you were holding a magazine in your hands and as he walked towards you, he swore he heard a sigh of love.

"Hey, girl," he exclaimed as he plopped down next to you, watching you jump startled.

“Hi,” you said excitedly, as you closed the magazine and put it aside. Eddie took the opportunity to glance sideways and he couldn't contain an annoyed groan when he saw the cover. It had Queen, the group you've been obsessed with lately.

"Seeing that band again?"

"Yes!" you replied, not noticing the annoyed tone your friend had used "I found this magazine at Mitch's stand near my house, can you believe it?" you exclaimed, as you opened it to a certain page. Eddie rolled his eyes when he saw the photograph on it.

"That blond again?"

Roger Taylor.

Eddie vaguely knew the group, he had seen them on television and he didn't dislike them, he could even say that he liked some songs. But now it was different, because your fascination was directly proportional to the hatred he had for them. He didn't even have a valid reason, he just felt extremely angry that you liked them so much. It was difficult to understand and much more difficult to explain. But of all, the one he hated the most was Roger.

“He's not just a blonde, he's the most handsome man on earth. Just look at it!” you screeched, showing him the photo. "I'm in something like a fan club and they just sent me these pictures of them in Brazil, look at them," you continued, handing him three small polaroids. There were two groups and one with just the bassist and drummer “He looks so handsome in white. And he just looks at her hair and her smile and her eyes…”

"Isn't this guy like 40 years old?"

“36!” you corrected him, completely offended.

"Which means he could be your father."

"And what does that matter?" you insisted “If he were here right now, I would let him do with me what he wanted”

“Y/N!” Eddie exclaimed, suddenly modest, but you giggled.

“I could literally melt from how hot he is, have you seen him as a young man? With that long hair that looks so soft. I swear I could…”

"Hello!" Dustin greeted, arriving just in time to prevent you from saying another obscenity out loud. Eddie felt completely ashamed of your thoughts. Sure he knew what sex was and he had a couple of dirty magazines in his bedroom, but it felt so weird to hear you saying those things.

The matter faded as lunch progressed, but he still felt strange looking at the magazine and photos lying next to you, a feeling he tried to ignore.

The days passed, then the weeks, and Eddie felt calmer when you hardly even talked about the rock band. Only an occasional mention or when you took off your headphones and because of the volume so high he managed to hear a little of one of their songs.

Until one day he was waiting for you outside your house to go for a walk and you approached with the biggest smile you've ever had. Eddie thought you were excited to see him until he saw a cassette in your hand and he was oddly disappointed.

"Check out what I just bought!" you exclaimed euphorically, without even greeting him, while you showed him the little plastic box that had The Works written on it accompanied by an image of four men "I'm going to put it on your stereo"

“Hello to you too, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking,” he said wryly, but you just laughed softly. The first song started playing when Eddie was already driving down the street; It was something disco.

"Oh, this song was written by Roger," you told him excitedly. It was catchy and good, but Eddie wasn't going to admit it and decided to say something impolite instead.

"Didn't he also write a super weird fuck-a-car song?"

"What? Nope!" you laughed "It's called I'm in love with my car and it's like, huh, a metaphor"

"I repeat, it's weird and that guy is weird too," he snorted, but you didn't register his angry tone because you were too busy nodding your head to the beat of the music.

You had decided that you would go for ice cream and so you did. For most of the afternoon you were talking and talking, while Eddie just ate his ice cream and answered in monosyllables. You thought it was just a passing thing but he kept silent even on the way to your house, which if he was out of the ordinary.

"Why are you so quiet, Ed?" you asked, genuinely interested.

“It's nothing” he lied, even though you knew it wasn't. He reached for you and you thought he would hug you, but instead he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cassette which he reluctantly tossed into your lap. “I recorded that song for you. I hope you still want to hear that kind of stuff now that you're a Queen fan,” he muttered without much encouragement. But you smiled when you realized what was happening.

“Is this why you are mad? Is it because I like Queen now?”

"I'm not mad," he defended himself, but his crossed arms and the pout on his lips said something else.

When you looked more closely at the cassette you realized that it was covered in purple foil and had both your name and his written in that boy's ragged handwriting.

So in a second everything seemed to click and you understood why Eddie was upset every time you listened to the band or talked about your crush. He wasn't angry, he was jealous.

"God, it can't be, are you worried that I'll stop listening to your music because I like Queen?" you said, trying not to sound mocking, but with a smile you couldn't hide.

"Again I don't know what you're talking about, please go now, it's late and your parents are going to be angry"

"Ed, you can't be serious," you insisted. The whole thing was so silly "Or is it that you're mad because I like Roger?"

“I already told you it's nothing! OK?" he muttered. He really looked upset and you felt bad for a moment, until you heard him speak again “I don't even understand what you see in that guy. He just plays drums and he's white, it's not a big deal” he said grumbling “And lately you just talk and talk about him and how handsome he is and all that shit and he's like 20 years older than you!”

If it had been someone else, you probably would have laughed and told him to go to hell. But it turns out that the one who was sick with jealousy at your crush on a rockstar was your best friend, the same guy who was trying to be a rockstar himself and didn't want to share the job with anyone else. That's why you found the whole thing totally cute.

“Eddie, what the hell are you talking about? I like him, yes, but it's not like he's my next-door neighbor to run away with. He's thousands of miles away from here because he's a fucking Brit who has a huge bunch of fans just like me. And besides, he's married and has kids,” you laughed, punctuating this last part.

And suddenly Eddie felt so dumb. He was being an idiot being jealous of someone you didn't even know and wouldn't know anytime soon and all because he had a bit of a crush on you and hated it when someone else stole your attention. He wanted you at band rehearsals, hearing and complimenting their songs, but that need for attention had gone too far. So he continued to fold his arms and fled from your gaze, but this time out of sheer embarrassment.

"Eddie, could you at least look at me?" said. You were very persistent and he knew it, so he had no choice but to turn to see you. You weren't the least bit upset, on the contrary, you looked the most amused "Does that calm your jealousy a bit?"

"I'm not jealous" he spat, as if you had just done him the worst offense in the world, but you kept talking with that smile on your face.

“Well, in case you were jealous, I have to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I prefer guitarists, before drummers”

"Really?" he asked, oddly hopeful, but still feeling like an idiot.

"Of course! There is one in particular with very nice curls and brown eyes” you exclaimed. Eddie let go of that angry frown and smiled at this, almost blushing, “His name is Brian May, do you know him? He is part of the band Queen”

"Okay, now get out of the car and go home," he said suddenly, returning to that frown that made you laugh out loud.

"I'm kidding! Obviously I mean you” you exclaimed, approaching him and putting one of your hands on his arm to ease the tension “Corroded coffin will always be my favorite band and I'll be at every concert. And you will always be my favorite musician, I promise you,” you said sweetly, as you closed the distance further and hugged him. That's when he relented and wrapped both hands around you as he breathed in the scent of your hair. Even though it was already clear that it was nonsense, he felt calmer now “What do you say we listen to that song together, huh? I want to know what my pretty boy wrote,” you continued. Eddie wanted to die because you had called him yours and pretty in the same sentence.

Without waiting for an answer you took the cassette and placed it delicately in the player, still with your body leaning against his to assure him that you were serious.

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It wasn't metal, it was just Eddie playing the acoustic guitar from his room as he sang in a soft, husky voice. The song spoke of friendship, love, and joy. From a person who was lucky to have another and didn't want to lose them. As the words echoed through the car, your head rested on the boy's chest, and your arm wrapped around his body, a tender smile spread across your face. And so you stayed for a long time, just enjoying the warmth and affection that Eddie emanated.

[bonbonchocolates]

Tinder

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When your best friend creates an account on Tinder account for you....

Warnings: yandere Taehyung, stalking, obsessive behaviour, horror themes, major character death, minor character death, tae is kinda creepy here

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you did please leave a like.

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"You did what?"

"Chill Y/N, just calm down."

"How can you tell me to calm down when you made a profile on tinder for me without asking my permission."

Your best friend Rose sighed.

"This was the only way left. I set you up on numerous dates but you refused and even so many boys proposed to you and you rejected."

She exclaimed.

"Y/N you are 24 already and now you need to spice up your love life. I am your best friend and I care about you."

You let her words sink in your mind. She is right. When was the last time you were in a relationship? If you remember correctly it was almost six years ago. What was the boy's name? You couldn't even remember that because the relationship only lasted for a week. After that you had never been in a relationship. Though you went out on a few days but it didn't work out. All you want is a long term relationship but all the boys you went out on a date just wanted hookups.

"I get it"

You exclaimed, a smile appeared on her face.

"Y/N at least give it a try. I'm sure you may get a perfect match for you here."

"Ok I am re.."

You got interrupted by the sound of beeping of your phone. Rose quickly picked it up and checked the notification. A huge smile made its way on her face.

"Y/N you won't believe what happened?"

She started to jump in happiness. You were very curious to know what happened that made your bestie go crazy.

"Rose stop, now tell me what happened?"

She sat down on the couch beside me.

"Y/N they found a perfect match for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, wait let me check his profile."

You don't why she is so over excited for finding a boyfriend for you when she, herself has never been in a relationship.

"Ahhh...ohhh Y/N look"

She yelled your eardrum was almost about to blast. She then showed you a picture of a man, who was supposedly your match.

You don't want to say but he is so damn handsome.

"Y/N isn't he handsome?"

Rose said busy admiring his picture.

"He is but..not that much."

"Y/N are you blind? How can you say he is not that handsome? When he is the most good looking person I've ever seen in my life."

She again shouted. You are sure that one day she will make you deaf.

"You can't trust people online what if the picture is edited. Moreover my baby brother Jungkookie is more handsome."

"That rabbit.."

"Dare you say something about my brother."

You threatened her that got you both laughing. Then you heard the popping of notification on your phone. Rose checked it and her eyes widened seeing whatever she saw.

"Y/N look Mr. Handsome text you."

She handed you the phone and got up the couch.

"Bye Y/N I need to go my girlfriend must be waiting for me."

With that she hurriedly left your apartment and closed the door behind.

Wait girlfriend, that means she is-

Once again the sound of beeping of your phone grabbed your attention. You checked it and found another message from Mr. Handsome.

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VANTAE: Hello!

VANTAE: I'm Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.

You: I'm Y/N, Jeon Y/N.

VANTAE: I already know that.

You: But how?

VANTAE: From your profile, silly.

You: Oh yeah.

You: I'm so stupid.

VANTAE: No problem.

VANTAE: I was wondering if we could be friends and get to know each other?

You: Yeah offcourse, why not?

VANTAE: So we are friends from now on.

You: Yep

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Unknowingly a smile appeared on your face. You don't even know him and text him a few minutes ago but you don't know why are you feeling so comfortable with him. You got so happy when he asked you to be his friend instead of asking something weird.

There are few men like him in this world today but you are glad there are. If he is good to you throughout you are planning to meet him for real. And if he is not faking anything and is interested in you. You are ready to give this relationship a chance.

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Time Skip:

A month passed and you and Taehyung have been really good friends by now. You both shared all your interest with each other through text. You also got to know that he is a photographer and is currently twenty-six years old.

Only two years older than me.

He texts you early in the morning wishing you good morning. In the evening asking how your day went and in the night wishing you good night.

This small gestures made him really sweet in your eyes. You just hope he is not faking his personality because if you get to know he is you will be heartbroken. Your trust in good men still exists in the world would go away.

You told about everything to Rose and she is really happy for you. You even thanked her because due to her you met Taehyung.

Another important thing that happened in my life in this one month was Namjoon. Almost three weeks ago he joined our company and he is my colleague now. At first when you saw him he seemed cold and serious but as you got to know him you really liked him.

He was so good to be true. He was the second good thing that happened to you in this month. He was so kind and helping. He even would casually drop you your home. In this few weeks you two got really close. You are glad that both he and Taehyung came into your life.

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"Hi Y/N!"

You heard the beaming voice of Namjoon. You looked up and found Namjoon standing right in front of your with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Namjoon"

You said returning a smile to him. You heard the pop sound of the phone. You checked it and it was a message from Taehyung. You got busy replying him and completely forgot about Namjoon standing there.

"Whom are you texting?"

"Just a friend of mine."

You replied without looking at Namjoon being busy in your phone.

"Rose right?"

"No he is a friend I met online."

"Can I know his name?"

You don't know why Namjoon is inquiring so much about it.

"If you don't mind.... obviously."

"Why would I mind? His name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung."

As Taehyung's name left your mouth a sad expression took over Namjoon's face. This is the first time seeing him like this.

"What happened Joonie?"

"Actually I had a younger brother, his name was Taehyung too but he passed away almost two years ago in a road accident."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay I'm over it now. Anyway I should start my work otherwise our boss will fire me."

With that he left from there. You had no idea that Namjoon had a younger brother who passed away. He only mentioned about having a elder brother named Seokjin before.

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Time Skip:

Today Namjoon asked you out on a date and you agreed to it. Almost two months passed and now you have developed a small crush on Namjoon because he has been always good to you.

You told about this to Rose and she was happy for you. She told to do what your heart says and right now you want to give your and Namjoon's relationship a chance. You are so lucky to have such a supportive best friend.

About Taehyung it's the same, you both are very good friends. You always text each other but it seems like he is not interested in you and wants you to remain just friends. You have no problem with that because of have Namjoon now.

After you came back from work you got a message from Taehyung. You ignored it as you need to get ready for your date. You don't think he will mind. After getting ready you decided to reply Taehyung because Namjoon is still not here to pick you up.

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VANTAE: How was your day Y/N?

You: Mine was good. Wbu?

VANTAE: Mine was good too.

VANTAE:Can we chat now?

You: Tae I'm sorry but I can't chat with you today because I have to go out with a friend of mine. I hope you don't mind.

VANTAE: No worries. We can chat later.

You: Thanks for understanding.

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You didn't say him about the date because he doesn't need to know your personal life as you don't know about his personal life. Moreover he is still a friend you met online and it doesn't matter how good friends you both are you can't trust him totally.

It was almost half an hour but still there was no sign of Namjoon. Did he ditch you after asking you to go on a date with him? No, no, you should not think negative he must be here any moment. Your train of thought got interrupted by the pop sound on your phone. It was a message from Taehyung.

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VANTAE: Btw you look good in that black dress.

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You dropped your phone from your hand. How did he know that you are wearing a black dress. Is he a stalker or something? No maybe it's just a coincidence. You picked up your phone and text him back.

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You: How did you know that I'm wearing a black dress?

VANTAE: Babe you don't know how much I know about you?

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He was joking right? It got to be a joke. But why did he call you babe? He never called you that. This is the first time he is making you feel uncomfortable.

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VANTAE: What do you think you will go on a date and I'll have no idea?

You: How do you know?

VANTAE: Y/N I thought you love me.

VANTAE: How could you do that to me?

VANTAE: The girl I like is going on a date with my own elder brother. Dressing so sexily for him.You can only dress like that for me and no one else.

VANTAE: If anyone dares to lay their eyes on you I'll take their eyeballs out.

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What happened to Taehyung? From the past three months he never behaved this way. You thought him as a friend and he was stalking you. If he wasn't stalking you how did he know about your date and what are you wearing?

Date with his own brother- he is Namjoon's brother. But Namjoon told his brother passed away in an accident two years ago. Nothing was going into your head and you were terrified. The person you thought to be your friend turned out to be your stalker.

And if he knows what you are wearing that means he is watching you or maybe is somewhere very near to you. This made you more terrified than you already were. You quickly dialled Rose's number but to your bad luck there was no network.

"Trying to call that little friend of yours is useless, babe."

You heard a deep masculine voice from your appartment. You swear you are alone here so whose voice is it? You searched your surroundings and then your eyes landed on the balcony. You found a tall, masculine figure, dressed in all black standing there near the door.

Your phone fell from your hand and unknowingly you let out a scream

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The part about 3 of Cups got my attention.

Jensen is now going to be a regular in three different shows. Jared will be in 3 episodes of Fire Countey. Danneel will be doing 3 conventions this year (2 OTH charity events and a SPN one).

Hello Anon, thank you for your ask. For anyone who is interested in a synopsis of what was said in the other post about the 3 of cups, here it is below:

I mentioned the 3 of cups earlier having a possible interpretation that "3's a crowd". Interestingly, the Page of Wands happens to have 3 peppers on it. Often times this card is a very positive one and indicates a time of celebration, friendship, creativity, and even hardcore partying. I believe however that while this card offers a silver lining in that things will turn out okay overall for all parties involved, it won't be the happy ending certain parties involved are hoping for. In this case, the said wishes for Jensen of being involved with Jared as more than friends, and also any and all current lovers and relationships. I personally think that it's partially true what tinhatters believe but it's alot more complicated than what people want to believe. I've generally held more positive views of Jensen in previous posts. I still believe there is some goodness in Jensen somewhere. However, based on learning more things about Jensen, looking at his mannerisms and especially when I went to the main panel physically at the Charlotte convention earlier this year, my views of him have admittedly shifted some. After noticing some things personally, what I felt in the room during the main panel along with what I've learned about their dynamic, I believe Jensen has a so called "dark personality" for multiple reasons that in itself is for another possible post. Jensen can advocate for Jared all he wants with words BUTt based on the events and funny timing of when things were announced/aired surrounding The Winchesters versus Walker and YANA, along with other things, his actions sing a very different tune...

It is interesting you mention the 3s regarding new shows going on for Jared, Danneel and Jensen. We know Jared said yes to showing up on The Boys for at least 1 episode and kripke keeps teasing of a possible Winchesters reunion onscreen. Given these talks started before Walker was canceled, it's possible Jared could have a bigger role in The Boys (or not, I'm not positive).

It's also interesting now this post is being brought up in the context of Jensen buying that house in CT. Since I made this post back on Oct 22, 2023, it seems Jensen also has put up 3 of his Austin properties up for sale (FBBC taproom that is for sale as of June 10, 2024, the condo by that hotel that was sold back in April 12, 2024 for about half of its original asking price, and possibly that B&B that seems to possibly have been sold effective June 3, 2024). I'm also aware Jared sold one of the farm houses he owned back on March 3 of this year over a couple months before Walker was canceled.

Not sure if there's a hidden 3rd major event for Jared going on behind the scenes or what but my overall point here is that it seems their lives are certainly headed in different directions. Happy endings? Perhaps but it's not what people were hoping for sure. I say at this point people need to just accept it, their lives are going in different directions and so are their careers. I don't the prospect of any so called Supernatural revival happening next year to be a bit laughable. Give it a few years AT LEAST if not more.

Also, with the so called Geneva trip earlier this year according to Clif, pictures or it didn't happen. Even if it did, they would've been seen with a fan, cause they were never shy about taking selfies with fans as far as I'm aware and who cares if it's a friend's trip? Hint: no one does! Clif has claimed many things over the years to supposedly support the tinhatters' theory (ex. Showering together, sleeping together, etc.) and according to one person has said other things about the Pads' marriage that's... interesting to say the least. If you ask me, Clif is questionable at best and frankly needs to go.

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Evermore

Chapter 10. So scarlet it was maroon

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It's mission time!

There is going to be an evident shift in Pietro and Nadia's relationship over the next couple of chapters and I'm very excited to share them xx

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Canon-typical violence, lots and lots of tension, soft Pietro, Nadia totally isn't in denial, PTSD, and trauma, mean Nadia (and then soft Nadia :)).

“Your bodies belong to your country. Remember that.” A chill sat over the room, pricking at my bare skin as Matron Katerina circled us. There was snow falling outside, blanketing the landscape in powdery white. It made me think of the powdered sugar, like what they sprinkle on Tippaleipä. I’d never seen one until last week in Finland, I was there to eliminate an official who was being paid hush money by the Americans to allow CIA agents to sniff around under the radar. On either side of me stood lines of other Widows, awaiting inspection. It was a weekly procedure. Matron Katerina would measure us, check our wounds and ensure that we remained physically desirable to our marks and were not fatally ill. “This is how you show your patriotism.”  She said the same thing every time. I watched the window as frost spread across the glass as she wrapped the measuring tape around my waist.

It had been easy. To kill the official. It was a slice to his left femoral artery as he’d been climbing on top of me on the hotel bed, pants around his ankles. With my hand over his mouth, he bled out in 1 minute and 35 seconds. I stayed longer than I should have after, staring at the small picture of his wife and two daughters that he’d kept hidden in his wallet. It was old, worn, and had fold lines across it but, to me, it was beautiful. They would probably be better off without a father who leads 16-year-old girls to his hotel room after spending the night allowing his wandering hands to roam unchecked.

They did not ask us to let the targets fuck us. They told us to complete the mission, by whatever means necessary. I never let them go any further than believing they were taking me to bed, but I knew others had gone the rest of the way; whatever means necessary. That is what they mean, our bodies, they are not ours. We suffer the pains, the indignities, the torture, for our country. That is our first mission.

Matron Katerina’s fingers felt like the ice that coats the windows in the harsh Russian winter as they press against my skin. I don’t flinch, none of us do. We stand silent, unmoving, in our underwear until she dismisses us. I can see Yelena in my peripheral, staring straight ahead of us, awaiting her turn. She turned 17 yesterday, for her birthday I told her about the Tippaleipä dessert I’d seen on my mission. For the first time since Natasha left, she had seemed almost at ease.

Things were getting worse here. Dreykov had ordered that we get a new injection, they said it would make us stronger. I wasn’t sure I believed them.

“Is it weird to be home?” Pietro managed to get out around the half-chewed cookies stuffed in his mouth. I grimaced at the sight, extending the handle on my suitcase, and beginning toward the hotel before us. “Sorry, I think that might have been a stupid question.” I continued to ignore him as we approached the receptionist.

“Hello, I’m so sorry do you speak English at all, my Russian is terrible,” I spoke in a smooth American accent, a favorite of mine.

The woman behind the desk nodded at me. “Yes, I do, how can I help you?” I told her the name that our booking was under, the same one that had been on the fake documents given to Pietro and me. “Ah, yes, I see. Here is your keycard, Mr., and Mrs. Wharton.” I forced down another grimace at her words. “Enjoy your stay and welcome to Moscow.”

I accepted the card from her hands, offering her a warm smile as I turned, entering the elevator quickly. “How did you get so good at accents?”

“You’ve done the same accent as well.”

“Yes, but that’s just American, it’s all I can do.”

My hands were clenched in the pockets of my large coat. They had scarcely loosened since we stepped off the plane in Russia. “I’ve played a lot of roles.” My jaw was clenched I realized as my words came out around gritted teeth.

“Why so tense? Do you normally get so nervous on missions?” I closed my eyes, swallowing heavily as the elevator approached our floor. My stomach was churning, I had not been back here since… it had almost been 10 years, and yet it had never felt more recent. The wind, so cold it burned my flesh. “Are you ignoring me, now?”

“Fucking hell, just shut up, Pietro! Jesus, we should have demanded separate rooms, I cannot fucking stand you!” He rose his hands defensively, amusement evident on his features. I threw the door to our room open, abruptly stopping in my tracks. “I am going to fucking kill Stark.”

Pietro was honest-to-God giggling behind me as he peered over my shoulder at the solitary bed that lay in the center of the room. “I mean that solves the problem of the cold I suppose.”

“Keep going and I might accidentally smother you in your sleep.” The look in my eyes shut him up quickly. I was dialing the compound within the minute. “What the actual fuck?!” I shouted the second the line opened, not even asking who was on the phone.

“I’m gonna leave this with you, Tony.” I heard Steve mutter before a shifting sound filled the receiver.

A sigh filled my ears before his voice did. “Hi there, something I can help with?”

“You are not funny, Stark, book another room right now.”

He was quick with his reply, no hesitation whatsoever. “No can do, Nads. See, the cover is that you and Speedy are husband and wife, you need to look like it. Hence… marital bed.”

“I will fucking kill you!”

His chuckle echoed down the line. “It’s a nice hotel though, right? The reviews were killer, only the best for Mr. and Mrs. Wharton.” “Think of it like bonding time.”

“You’re a bastard and you better sleep with an eye open when this shit is finished.”

“That is a truly bone-chilling sentiment, Nads. Anywho, good luck!” With that, the line went dead and I was left with only Pietro who was currently lounging on the plush bed. I locked the door before throwing my luggage down and ripping apart the edible arrangement that sat on the table. Within it were our earpieces and my gun. I muttered curses as I tested out the equipment and hid the firearm, searching the room to locate the other places with concealed weapons, knives, an extra gun, and ammunition.

Pietro’s laughs only furthered my ire. “You have a filthy mouth, you know that?”

“Fuck you!” His laugh grew in volume. He interlocked his fingers and rested them behind his head as he watched me. I jammed the secret insert back into the drawer before slamming it closed, the sound of metal clattering and wood groaning under the force caused Pietro to sit up quickly. “Fuck!” I shouted, swiping the destroyed basket of food from the table, tugging at the roots of my hair.

Pietro was on his feet then, hands out before him, palms facing me. I kicked at the food that was now spread all over the marble floor. “Nadia, you need to take a breath.”

“Seriously just shut up. Get off your ass we need to get started!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

I laughed dryly, narrowing my eyes at him. “What’s wrong with me? You mean outside the obvious being here on a mission with your incompetent ass? Maybe it’s the fact that this whole thing is just a big fucking joke to everyone but you’re going to get us both fucking killed!”

The hurt was only visible in his eyes for a split second before he banished it, not entirely though. I still saw it, the way his blue eyes looked like they were melting as he watched me. His expression hardened. “So, what, you’re going to act like a child and throw things around because you didn’t get your way?” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“No, keep going, please it’s amusing to watch you lose your shit and behave like a spoilt brat.” I swung at him, but he caught my arm, pinning me to the bed in a blur of blue and silver.

I thrashed around in his hold. “Get off of me, prick!” He didn’t budge even slightly as I threw my body weight around, yanking and kicking. My face was hot, and my eyes were beginning to sting. “Fucking let me go, Pietro.”

“Not until you tell me the real reason you are so upset.”

I told him to get off again but with far more colorful language.

“Nadia, you are going nowhere near this mission until you cool off, take a breath, and tell me what the hell is going on with you.” I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my jaw as rage simmered in my belly. “I’m sorry for touching you again without your permission, but you need to calm down. Please, Nadia.” My body felt as though it were vibrating, thrumming as white-hot, liquid fury pulsed through me. I set him with a glare. “Hate me all you want. I can take it, but I’m not letting you go and get yourself killed because you won’t tell me the fucking truth.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me. Fine, get it all out, we’re not going anywhere until you calm down.”

I clenched my jaw tighter, struggling against him again. “You’re a fucking prick you know that.” He only shrugged. “I hate you, Pietro.” Still, he held onto me. I kept going, swearing, insulting, and spewing cruel words at him. He did not flinch in the face of my rage, instead, he faced it head-on, stepped into it with me, and did not break eye contact once. “Do you think this makes you brave? Huh, do you? You think this makes you a hero? You’re not a fucking hero, you’re just a madman’s science experiment.”

“You want me to let go of you so badly, don’t you? We both know you don’t mean a word you’re saying right now, you’d say anything to get me to leave you alone. What is it, do you actually have a death wish?”

“I’ve killed people. You know that don’t you?” He was silent at my question. “People who did nothing to me. What do you think I’ll do to you when you do let me go?”

I felt something warm press to my forehead then. “Nadia. Open your eyes.” What? They were open, I could see him just fine. “Please, just take a breath and open your eyes.” His forehead was pressed to mine and his dark lashes were fluttering against his cheeks, blue eyes hidden from my gaze. That is what I saw when I opened my eyes finally. I realized then that his thumb was stroking the side of my wrist, had been the whole time. Then I was gasping, breathing heavily as if I’d never really tasted air before. There was warm liquid pouring down my cheeks and my heart was racing. Pietro let go of me and laid beside me, no longer touching me as I curled in on myself. I turned away from him clutching my legs as the tears continued.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered finally; my throat raw.

He told me it was okay.

“It’s not… I-I.” I did not know what to say, so I opted for the truth, well some of it. “The last time I was here… I was dying.” He stayed silent; an offer for me to continue. “This was never my home. It is just the only place I remember living before I left the Red Room. I have not been back here since, and the truth, Pietro, is that it fucking terrifies me.”

He let the room go quiet for a long while before he spoke up again. “I know you did not mean what you said, Nadia.”

“I am not going to hurt you, I’m sorry I said that.” I stared at the food strewn across the floor through blurry eyes. “You’re not just a science experiment.” It was gentle, quiet, a breath carried away by the air.

“You’ve killed people… that is what you cannot forgive yourself for, isn’t it? That’s what you meant that day when you said I didn’t know the things you had done.”

“I’ve done worse than that.”

I could feel the warmth of him radiating into my back, the sound of movement of the duvet filled my ears but he did not touch me. “It was not you, Nadia.” Silence came once again then. I closed my eyes, the darkness a welcome relief.

“Wasn’t it?”

…

“Okay. This is the plan.” Pietro clapped his hands together when I returned from the bathroom. Our hotel room was clean, no longer in a state of disarray, it was after my frantic behavior earlier. “You’ll take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I shook my head. “You take the bed, it's fine.” He placed his hands on his hips, giving me a bemused look.

“I cannot believe this, there must be cameras around to catch this.” He glanced around the room theatrically before continuing. “Nadia Pimenova actually offering to make things easier for me.” I rolled my eyes, walking past the man to open my suitcase and search through it for my pajamas. “Why don’t we take turns? You take the bed tonight; I’ll take it tomorrow night… and maybe on the third night we’ll cuddle.” The look I sent him was glacial. “Compromise, no?”

“I like the part where you have to sleep on the couch. The rest? Not so much.”

A crooked grin broke out across his features as he watched me. When I looked at him the first thing, I noticed was the dimples embedded on his cheeks. I felt my own lips upturn. “What are you looking at?” He teased, his smile growing. It was then that I realized I had been staring. I averted my gaze quickly, yanking the clothes I’d been looking for from my suitcase and turning to go back into the bathroom again. “I wasn’t telling you to stop.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “I like it when you look at me.” My face heated up at his words, the heat spreading through my body quickly. I shut the door to the bathroom, leaning back against it and rubbing a hand over my face. What the hell was going on with me?

I barely slept that night, tossing and turning as my mind whirred with thoughts of what we needed to do tomorrow. Being in Moscow wouldn’t affect me because I wouldn’t let it.

The air was crisp and cold with the arrival of autumn. I looked out at the yellowing leaves that had fallen into the Moscow River, drifting upstream. It was too early in the year for snow, but it would be here within the coming months, painting the streets white and piling along this very bridge. I ran my glove-clad hands across the railing, I’d walked across this bridge many times when I was younger, and for a while, it symbolized a quiet serenity. One that was a rarity for me then. “It’s nice. Cold, but nice.” Pietro’s voice pulled me from my reverie, I hummed quietly.

“The Moskva.” I nodded toward the water flowing beneath us. He came to stand beside me, looking out at the boats passing by. “It wasn’t cold in Sokovia?”

“It was, but not like this.”

A quiet laugh passed my lips. We hadn’t spoken about what happened yesterday, I’d woken up hours before him to get ready. Eventually, throwing a pillow at his head to get him up off his ass. We were in Moscow to collect intel on a drug ring that had surfaced here, seemingly looking to dominate the market with the new drug they were selling. Our mission was to locate the Moscow base and report it to the DEA division that had jurisdiction here and to report back to headquarters with samples for testing. Pietro and I would pose as existing investors, Naomi, and James Wharton. Wealthy socialites who had been pouring money into the business for years. The real Wharton’s were in custody back in New York, but as they were silent partners who’d never been seen by the higher-ups at this company, we would be taking their places.

“Are you nervous?” Pietro asked, following closely behind me as I guided him toward the building where we would be meeting with the partners.

“Not really. You?” I glanced back at his to see him shrug slightly.

He inhaled deeply. “Should I be?”

I tilted my head back and forth in thought. “Well, that depends… Are you planning on doing something stupid and getting yourself killed?” He offered me an unamused look in response. “It is good to be nervous, it means you care. But you don’t need to worry.”

“Because you will always protect me?” He asked, frown turning into a cheeky smile.

“Cap would be super irritating if I let you go and die. So, I suppose I will have to make sure you make it back.”

Pietro chuckled heartily in response. “It is okay, Nadia, you can just admit that you’d never let anyone hurt me because you love me wholeheartedly, I won’t judge you.” He walked ahead of me, looking back over his shoulder. “What was it that made you fall so head over heels? Was it my stunning wit or my unbelievable sex appeal?”

“Perhaps it was your incredible humility.” I taunted, overtaking him once more.

He stopped at my side as the building came into view. “Can I touch you?”

I huffed at him.

He grinned slightly in response. “Just to make our cover believable of course.”

I agreed with a roll of my eyes. His body heat radiated onto me through my coat as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his chest pressed against my side as we walked. I swallowed heavily at the contact, glad that my coat prevented his flesh from touching mine. A shiver raced down my spine at the thought. I wasn’t sure whether it was a reaction of discomfort, or something else entirely.

“If you are uncomfortable, tell me, and I will stop.” His breath was hot on my ear as he spoke. I considered his words, it would be suspicious if we did not touch at all, but was this too much for me? I wondered if the feeling of prickling at my skin came from wanting him to stop touching me or from the nagging thought in the back of my mind that I wanted him to keep doing it. I chose not to respond verbally, instead opting to lean further into his chest as we crossed the threshold of the building. We walked to the front desk, and I told the woman the codeword.

“Mr. Rostokov will meet you when you arrive on level 4.” She responded with a warm smile. He did in fact meet us, the moment the elevator doors opened he was there. A wide smile across his face, it was eerie how toothy his grin was. The way he peered at us with eyes so dark they appeared almost black.

“I’m so glad you could make it. Mr. and Mrs. Wharton” Two men in all black suits were in our space as soon as we stepped into the corridor. “Ivan and Sergei are just going to conduct a quick search before we take you to meet my partner, it is procedure, I’m sure you understand.”

I smiled at him, nodding immediately. “Of course, we’d expect nothing less, Mr. Rostokov.”

“Please!” He waved his hand dismissively. “Mr. Rostokov was my father, call me Anatoly.”

“It’s a pleasure to formally meet you, Anatoly. I’m Naomi, and this is my husband, James.” I linked my arm with Pietro’s after they finished searching us. We hadn’t brought any weapons, not today, this was a preliminary meeting. I had a tiny microphone pinned in my hair, invisible to the naked eye but highly effective for missions like this.

“My wife and I have been looking forward to making this for months,” Pietro added, rubbing my upper arm. He’d adopted the American accent surprisingly easily. I smiled at him as we both turned back to the man before us who was currently scouring my body. He passed a hand over his dark, slicked back hair before returning our smiles and beginning to lead us down the hall passed the glass conference rooms and offices filled with people. When we made it to the end there was a large room that was surrounded by walls rather than clear panes, the interior was completely hidden from the outside. The first door was closed swiftly behind us by Ivan and Sergei who remained outside. We had stepped into a small room, only occupied by two plastic tubs situated atop a table. I glanced toward Anatoly who had stopped before a set of double doors and was now facing us.

“Mr. Vasiliev is very particular when he meets people for the first time.”

We had been briefed about this before leaving the compound, the terms under which the two men operated. He wanted us to strip down to our undergarments and that is the state we would meet Mr. Vasiliev in. They said it was a safety precaution, as the things discussed in his office were delicate matters, confidential. However, I knew what this was about. They had already searched us, and no doubt scanned us the moment we entered the building, they knew we were not wearing wires nor concealing weapons, this was about one thing: power. He wanted us to know how much he had, he wanted us to know that we were subject to his will. I’d known many men like him in my life. When our clothes were neatly folded in the tub and Pietro, and I stood in nothing but our underwear the double doors were opened, and we were ushered into the large office.

“That’s a nasty scar you’ve got there, Naomi.” Mr. Rostokov spoke, running his fingertips over the skin of my shoulder. I swallowed down my disgust at his tone, clenching my fists at my side to keep from pulling away from him, my skin felt scratchy and overwhelmingly clammy then. Pietro moved closer to me, his wrist grazing my own as he switched sides with me. The scratchiness lessened.

I forced a laugh. “Yeah, I’m something of a clutz. I fell off my bike when I was younger, took a nasty tumble.” I lied easily, recalling the way it had felt as the blade of a knife sliced through the delicate flesh. It happened after the Red Room while I was working as an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Ah, my friends, how wonderful it is to meet you at last.” Mr. Vasiliev stood, rounding his desk to shake our hands.

Anatoly leered at me the entire time we spoke with the two men, making small talk and discussing our travels. I only really started to listen when they began to speak about the farm. This was the suspected location where they manufactured and stored the narcotics. Eventually, the two men excused themselves, offering us both greasy smiles as they turned to each other and began to conduct what I assumed was meant to be a private conversation.

“Можно ли им доверять?” Can they be trusted?

“Они отдали много денег на дело, было бы не в их интересах нападать на нас сейчас.” They’ve given a lot of money to the cause; it wouldn’t be in their best interest to turn on us now.

“Мы отвезем их на ферму завтра вечером” We’ll take them to the farm tomorrow evening. “Если они окажутся ненадежными, мы убьем их до того, как они уедут из Москвы.” If they prove untrustworthy, we kill them before they leave Moscow.

I smiled widely at Anatoly and Mr. Vasiliev as they turned back to us telling us a time and location to meet them at tomorrow.

“Did they buy it?” Pietro asked the moment we were behind the door of our hotel room.

I dropped my coat over the back of a chair. “They don’t not trust us, but we need to really sell it tomorrow.”

“And if we don’t?”

With a shrug, I glanced over at him. “We die.”

“So no pressure…”

[mrs-monaghan]

Hello, just wanted to say I love your blog and your opinions are really valuable to me! Now, asked this to another blog which opinions also I value about Jikook, because, like you, they work with the truth, and not delusions. Saying this just in case you see the same ask on another blog, it's only because I really like both of your opinions.

That being said, what do you think about the time when pictures of Jungkook hugging and going out with his female tattooist god leaked? Now, don't get me wrong, I know that time was very hard for Jungkook because of the unjustified hate he got for it, and I know just because a boy and a girl hug/interact doesn't equal to them dating (esp. with annoying ppl in this fandom where jk can't even BREATHE without ppl creating rumors that he's been dating 50 girls. I mean, did you see the crazy rumor about a rich blonde girl from Qatar? Lmao its CRAZY)

But, I really want to know about your opinion on this. Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they weren't drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I think, that you are trying to pass yourself off as a Jikooker and anon,

Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they were drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I would much rather talk about what happened after that. Here are some of my favourite moments from Bon Voyage season 4.

JK saying ILY then looking at Jimin immediately after

This one no one ever talks about. But someone said Jimin had arrived and the way JK immediately looks and perks up! Omg!! 😭😭😭

And he doesn't stop staring at Jimin either. He'd really missed his baby. Also the way he perked up reminds me of this popular moment when Jimin calls JK Kookosan and we get the happiest smile from JK that turns us all to mush.

I could have sworn JK was younger than Jimin. So idk why Jimin treats JK like he's the hyung

IYKYK 😌😌

JK saying Jimin's name as J.M and writing the same down.

I don't need to remind y'all his ink was still new so you're the delulu one if you think JK doesn't know what the letters on his hand look like.

We always talk about JK bringing the snow. But we don't talk enough about JK sitting by the snow waiting for Jimin to come out. We don't talk about how eager he was to show Jimin what he got him. How quickly he stood up all excited.

And the smile on his face as he watches Jimin's reaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

And yes, I do think this may have been to make up for the scandal even though it wasn't JK's fault. Also if u notice JK is very subdued this season and Jimin was looking after him alot. It's why satellite Jimin was on an all time high in BV sn 4. Haters really put JK through the wringer but I'm glad his man was able to be there for him.

Hand holding to take a picture and JK removing his glove so it can be skin on skin. Feels 😩😩

Jimin drooling over how bad ass JK was for jumping upside down. You bet your ass he loves this side of JK.

This right here is a favourite of mine. (I have more but damn u tumblr and your image limit) They're in New Zealand. Beautiful, gorgeous country. They get directed to a place with a beautiful, beautiful, insane view. All other members are watching this view and admiring it. Meanwhile JK's view:

And he stared for a long time. The camera kept panning out and JK was still staring. If you truly believe JK is not in love with Jimin, then idk what to tell ya.

Anon, Jungkook is in love with Jimin, is committed to Jimin and Jimin only. Has only ever had eyes for Jimin, has never strayed and most probably never will. He's in this Jimin shit for life.

Period.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

All in two days - Part 2

Read Part 1 here, full masterlist on pinned post

Newt x gender neutral!reader

Direct continuation of Part 1

Initially set in the Scorch Trials, but deviates from canon in this chapter. The end result is basically the same, but I've just taken pieces of canon and used them to fit my story

Warnings: canon-typical violence, language (normal swearing and Glader slang)

The communicator starts ringing as your finger hits the call button, and someone picks up on the fourth ring.

You lift the device to your ear. "Hello?" you say shakily.

"This is Marie, speaking from WCKD Base 7. How can I help?"

"I have-" you clear your throat. "I have information to share: the location of escaped Immunes."

There's a pause as you hear shuffling in the background, following by typing noises on a keyboard. "What are the names of the Immunes?"

"Wait," you say. "I'd like something in return."

"Of course." Marie's voice is flat. "And what would that be?" she asks.

"My sister is sick, but I don't know what the illness is. It's not the Flare though," you tell her. You think for a second, then add "I also want supplies; food and water."

"WCKD will have the resources to cure your sister's illness. And, if the information you share is valuable, we may be able to provide you with additional supplies too. WCKD is good like that."

"Right," you say, swallowing.

"The names?" she prompts.

"Oh, yes," you hesitate for a second, then list them out, your voice clear. "Winston, Frypan, Aris, Minho, Teresa, Thomas... and Newt."

Silence on the other end. Then: "Please hold on, I'm transferring you to another line."

You wait, chewing your lip nervously.

"Hello? Is it true you have the whereabouts of subjects Thomas, Teresa, and the rest of the group?" It's a male voice.

"I- yes," you confirm.

"What's your name?" asks the man.

"Y/n L/n," you tell him.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/n. I am Assistant Director Janson. The people you've named are extremely important to us. If you help us find them, you will be highly rewarded."

Shit. You remember your friends, if you can still call them that, telling you stories about this Janson guy.

"I can find them for you. The stayed at my place for a while, and left just this morning."

"Excellent," says Janson. "If you can put me on speakerphone now, I'll direct you on how to send us your location."

"Okay," you say numbly.

You follow his directions and send your location to WCKD, before ending the call.

You bow your head, unable to believe yourself for what you've done. WCKD is really coming, and they're gonna take your friends away.

You give yourself a mental shake. You only knew them two days, no matter how close you felt to them over those days. Your sister is your first priority.

Nothing else happens in that day, but the next morning, you wake to the deafening sound of rumbling engines.

You rise up off the storage room floor, where you'd fallen asleep. You swing the door open, running out to see a helicopter-y kind of thing landing, it's massive size casting a shadow over you.

A man walks off the helicopter-vehicle, followed by a small group of guards. You recognise him immediately, recalling Minho's description.

"Janson! The Ratman! He's literally a shucking rat. Little bitch," says Minho, arms waving animatedly as he speaks.

Teresa's laugh echoes through your mind, and you can perfectly picture Newt's amused grin.

You shove thoughts of them from your mind and step up to meet Janson.

"Y/n," he says, extending a hand. "Good to meet you in person."

"Janson," you shake his hand and force a smile.

"Listen, the people you've seen are very valuable to me. We're willing to treat you very generously if you deliver on our agreement."

"Thank you very much. We'd appreciate that a lot."

"Well then, let's begin." He claps his hands together.

"As a show of our faith in you, our own Berg here has a medical wing and experienced doctors to look at your sister now. Pack your belongings and prepare to leave. Do you need someone to help you get your sister out?"

"Uhh, yeah, that'd be good."

He nods. "I'll arrange that now, go pack your stuff."

You pack quickly, but as you move to leave you spy Newt's leather wristband on the table. You'd taken it off last night, weighed down by guilt as you waited for WCKD to find you.

You pick it up and look at it, thinking for a bit. You decide to fasten it to your upper arm, just above your elbow, and pull your jacket on, covering the band.

As you shift your bag onto your shoulder, a group of doctors walk in rolling a stretcher behind them, carefully moving your sister.

Then, you follow them out, turning to take one last glance at your home, and step onto the Berg.

You trail behind them as they roll your sister to the medical wing, moving her to a bed.

"Y/n," a voice greets you. You turn to see a doctor smiling kindly at you. She's tiny, about a head shorter than you, and has black hair cut into a sleek bob framing her pale face.

"Hi," you say, offering her a small smile.

"I'm Dr Liu," she says. "My team and I will be treating your sister. Don't worry, she's in good hands."

You nod, genuinely grateful.

"You've got a meeting with Director Janson right now, but I promise we'll give you an update on your sister soon," she tells you, gesturing to Janson as he appears in the doorway.

"Y/n, this way please."

You follow him to the control centre at the front of the Berg, where you can see out the windows.

"Which way are we heading?" asks Janson. "And how far do you think they'll be?"

"They left before midday yesterday, and they're travelling on foot with an injured person, so they wouldn't be that far," you explain.

"They said they were going towards the mountains, and they started in that direction when they left.” You point out a window.

"I see," says Janson. "You got that?" he speaks to the Berg pilot.

"Towards the mountains," acknowledges the pilot, and the Berg begins to lift off the ground.

You assume you're dismissed, and walk back to the medical wing to check on your sister.

When you get there, you see her hooked up to a bunch of monitors, heartrate beeping steadily and an intravenous drip in her arm administering fluids.

"How is she?" you ask worriedly.

"She'll be just fine," responds Dr Liu, pressing buttons on some machine. "The disease is actually pretty common, and would have been easily cured with medicine if you had access. Modern medicine wouldn't have let it get this bad." She gives you a sympathetic look.

"So it's not long-term or anything? You can cure it?" A spark of hope appears.

"Yes," she replies, smiling. "In fact, she should be awake in just a few days."

You release a sigh, the weight of years of worry lifting away.

You're directed to a small bedroom, complete with a simple bunk and closet of plain clothes.

You collapse into the bed and sleep the afternoon away.

When you wake, someone is knocking on your door, telling you to meet in the control centre. There's a clock in your room that tells you the time is 7:15pm.

You get up and rifle through the closet, picking out black pants and a white tee, which you pull your jacket over, giving it a tug as it snags on the leather band.

"We've located them," announces Janson as you enter. "They've sighted the Berg and are hiding now, but we're preparing a team to go down and bring them in."

You step closer to the window, looking down over what looks like an abandoned city. They're right down there, Newt and Thomas and everyone.

You whirl around to Janson. "Is there a way- Do you think I could... not be seen by them?"

Janson raises an eyebrow, but you hold his gaze. "We can arrange that," he concedes. "But listen, whatever they told you when they were staying with you, it's wrong. They paint us as the villains in their story, but all we're trying to do is save humanity from a disease."

"Right, yeah, but I just..." you trail off.

"I see. Thomas and his little group can be quite the charmers." He scoffs a little. "We can make sure they're nowhere near your room, if that's what you want. But just know that by helping us, you're on the right side of this fight, Y/n."

"Yeah, thanks," you say flatly, and you turn and leave.

You end up in the medical ward, sitting by your sister's bed. Her face is soft in her sleep, and you watch as her chest rises and falls.

"Y/n," Dr Liu steps in and you give a small wave in greeting.

She hands you a device. "Janson wanted me to give you this. They've got long range cameras on the Berg, so you can see what's happening down below."

She looks a little conflicted. "Do you want to watch?" she asks hesitantly.

You definitely do not want to watch... but the screen is right in front of you. You can't not watch. You nod and take the screen from her, already regretting doing so as it turns on.

On the device, you can see WCKD's team, holding guns. The view is zoomed out; long range cameras can probably only see to a certain distance, but you can still see the small images of your friends.

You subconsciously twist your hands in your sister's blankets as they start running. You identify Teresa by her long hair, running alongside Thomas and the rest of the group as they disappear under a building, out of the camera's view. Your heart clenches when you realise Winston isn't with them.

When they emerge back into sight, they split up, scattering in different directions. Your heart pounds as the WCKD officers give chase, hot on the heels of Minho and Frypan.

They take down Fry first with an taser shot that leaves him writhing on the ground, and you watch Minho turn to try and save him before being shot himself.

The camera moves to focus on another group as someone knocks Thomas out and corners Aris in a dead end.

You turn the screen off as the camera shifts to show Teresa trying to help Newt along, his limp worse than ever.

You set screen down and try to take deep breaths, blinking fast as your eyes start to sting.

Dr Liu sits down beside you. "I'm sorry," she says.

You don't respond for a bit, and you reach out to cover your sister's hand with your own, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

"I cared about them," you say. "They were my first friends in... as long as I can remember. It's just- I knew Elle wouldn't make it if I didn't get help. I had to do this for her."

"I understand," she says. "WCKD is very... There's a lot of give and take. Everyone here had to sacrifice something to receive the privileges they give us. To be a part of the team that's gonna save the world, you're gonna have to lose some things."

She leans forward, looking you in the eyes. "You're not a bad person, Y/n," she insists.

"Thanks," you say quietly. You're grateful for her words, but you still can't believe them when you just watched your friends getting hurt and captured.

"Y/n." It's Janson. You turn to look at him, and notice that he's sporting a decent bruise on his left cheekbone.

"What happened to...?" you gesture at your own face.

He rolls his eyes. "Let's just say that Thomas was definitely not happy to see me."

"Ah, I see." You contain a smirk despite the current circumstances.

"I'm going down to see them now. You wanna tag along?"

" 'course not," you say. "I thought we agreed we wouldn't let them see me."

"Yeah, but you could just sit out of sight and listen in," he offers.

You know full well that he's just messing with your head by letting you listen; just like he did when he told Dr Liu to give you the device with the cameras on the screen.

It's clear he wants you to stop believing in your friends.

Despite knowing all that, you sigh and follow him anyway.

"Stay here," he instructs when you arrive.

You stand with your back to the solid wall of the cell. Newt and the others are right behind you on the other side of it. If you walked just three steps over to where Janson is standing now, you'd be looking them straight in the face.

"Hello everyone," says Janson with a gloating grin. He really does look like a Ratman.

None of them respond, except for Minho muttering "Shuckin' slinthead."

"What was that?"

"How'd you find us, anyway?" Thomas spits out, stopping Minho from throwing out any more insults.

"Oh, we had you the whole time," says Janson. Liar. "Plus, it helped that we met someone along the way. Someone who knew you."

Shit, he's gonna bring you up.

"Y/n," Teresa breathes, realising quickly.

"That's right. After we got the information out of them, it was all too easy to find you."

"You better not have touched them," snarls Newt.

You jolt as you hear a loud noise; Newt must have slammed his arm into the bars of the cell.

Turning your head, you watch Janson lean closer to the cell, and you can picture him face to face with Newt.

You strain to hear what Janson says, but you can't make out his whispered words.

All you see is his satisfied smirk as he steps away from the cell.

You don't move as Janson strides out, instead closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the wall.

"I told you we shouldn't have left them," you can barely hear Newt's broken voice.

"They wouldn't've been any better here with us," says Thomas.

You can't stay here, listening to the way they care for you.

You move abruptly and run to a bathroom nearby. You brace your hands on the sink, staring into the mirror. That face looking back at you has betrayed your friends. They're all in there, worrying about you, when they're the ones being flown to their deaths, and you're the one that sold them to WCKD.

You focus your thoughts on Elle, alive and healing. You think about the sweet, bubbly smile that you haven't seen in years. You're doing this for that smile.

⭒----⭒

The Berg lands in a place known as the Last City, and you're moved to a tall building which is apparently WCKD's main compound.

By now, two weeks after arriving, your sister has gotten a lot better, and you've spoken to her in her bed every day since she woke up. You haven't seen Newt and the others since that day on the Berg.

Elle actually started standing and running yesterday, for the first time in years. You'd given Dr Liu an incredulous look, and watched Elle dance around the medical ward for hours.

Today, after eating lunch with Elle, you move to the labs, where scientists are working on the cure for the Flare.

You've become an apprentice of sorts, training under Dr Liu and her colleagues. You only do simple jobs like cleaning used micropipettes and beakers, but you've also been learning things from the scientists around you.

The science wing of the compound is massive, which makes sense, but it also means you get lost a lot. Today, you've probably taken about five wrong turns, and you're trying to retrace your steps when you see someone hooked up to a sinister-looking machine.

Everything goes cold as you realise. Holy shit, it's Newt. You push the door open and enter the room, and the scientists ignore you - probably because you're wearing a lab coat just like theirs.

One of them presses some sort of 'start' button, and you stand, frozen, as the heartrate monitor starts beeping faster and faster, and you watch in horror as Newt starts writhing and screaming. He's not in pain though, he's scared. You can see his face twisting in terror.

You rush out, the door swinging shut behind you, and you bend over as bile rises in your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you grab another scientist, intercepting him as he moves to enter the room.

"What's happening in there? What are they doing to him?" you demand.

The scientist's eyes flick to your badge. "This isn't your area," he says.

"What. Are. They. Doing."

"He's in a fear simulation. Fear stimulates the production of the enzyme we're trying to extract to make the cure," he tells you. "Even though this subject isn't immune, our tests have shown that he still produces the enzyme we need."

You stumble back, unable to hear any more, and leave the science wing, running out towards your room.

⭒----⭒

You gulp in deep breaths of air as you stand by your window, and you rest your forehead on the cool glass.

That's what they're doing to them. Forcing them into their worst fears and using them like they're nothing but tools.

You look out at the city below. Billboards flash with huge letters, large enough for you to read them from your room on a high floor. NOTIFY WCKD OF ANY OCCURRENCES OF THE FLARE. HIDING CRANKS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

One particular sign catches your attention. REWARDS WILL BE GIVEN FOR INTEL ON REBEL MOVEMENTS.

A crazy thought starts to form. You clench your hands, resolve hardening as you make your decision.

You may have failed your friends, and they'd be right to hate you if they found out what you did, but maybe you can get them out. Maybe you can still save them.

⭒----⭒

That afternoon, you attend your training in the labs as usual, then dinner with Elle and bed. The next morning, you're ready to go.

"I'd like to request a meeting with Assistant Director Janson," you tell the receptionist on your floor.

Within an hour, you're knocking on the door to his office and walking in, shoes clicking on marble floors. "Ah, Y/n. It's been a while."

"It has," you agree. "I've come today to ask to be allowed out in the City."

"Really," he raises his eyebrows. "And why's that?"

"At the start of all this, you said you could reward my sister and I with a lot if I told you how to find Thomas and everyone."

"You don't think you've been given a lot already?"

"I have, and I'm very grateful," you say. "But I'd like to move my sister out of here when she's given clearance by the doctors. And, I want to go out early to scope out the City, you know, get a better feel for it before we move out."

"Will you still be working with us? Wendy says you have a lot of potential," he responds, referring to Dr Liu.

"I will, and I've seen the trains from my window. I'll make the commute in to work here from wherever my sister and I decide to live."

He hums for a bit, eyeing you from the other side of the desk.

"I'm happy to go out with guards for the first few days, if you don't trust me," you say with a casual shrug.

“That’s fine. I’ll have guards escort you just on your first trip, only so you don’t get lost.”

“Sounds good,” you say, holding in your sigh of relief.

“Before you go, there was something else I wanted to ask you about. I’m going to be visiting your friends soon. I’m sure you’ve heard by now about how they’re helping further our cause. Would you like to join me to meet them?”

His baiting style is old now. You shake your head. “No, thanks. I’m trying to move on with my life now,” you tell him.

“Right, a good choice.” He believes you. “Well then, I’ll call some guards now for today’s trip.”

⭒----⭒

Over the next few days, you wander the streets of the City alone, without the masked guards watching your every move after the first trip.

You’re trying to figure out how to communicate with the rebels.

While exploring one afternoon, you see strange marks near a sewer entrance. They look like boot marks. You grab a torch from your backpack and drop down into the sewer.

You quickly click your torch off when you see someone else’s light up ahead, but you’re too late. “Who’s there?” a male voice calls out.

Screw subterfuge and subtleness, you decide.

You click your torch back on. “My name is Y/n and I’m here to find you. I want to help you get into the City. In return, I need your help to save my friends. They’re trapped inside WCKD headquarters.”

One of the rebels scoffs at you, but the other one speaks up. “Interesting… Alright then, follow us.”

You end up being driven to the rebel base. When you arrive, the people that brought you in lead you to some sort of main office. They knock on the door, and then leave you there alone.

“Come in,” a voice sounds from inside.

You cautiously open the door and step in. The room is shrouded in darkness, but you see the silhouette of a man, with a masked guard on either side of him.

“So you think you can get us in,” says the man.

“That’s right,” you say, and you quickly outline your plan for him. “Do you think that could work?”

“Interesting,” he muses. “And all you need in return is…”

“My friends. Newt, Thomas, Minho- WCKD has six of my friends in their compound. I need at least one person to help me get them out.”

“Wait,” one of the guards interrupts, stepping forward. The man, Lawrence, gives a warning growl. Like, he actually growls.

The guard speaks anyway. “What are the names of your friends? All of them?”

You list out all your friends’ names.

“Impossible,” whispers the guard.

“What?” you ask.

“I was in the Maze with them, I’m Gally.” He lifts the mask off his face.

“You knew them? Holy fuck.”

Gally turns to Lawrence. “I’ll go with Y/n on their mission. You and the rest of the group can enact the second stage of their plan.”

“Well,” Lawrence drags out the word. “Alright then. Get things ready on your end,” he says to you. “We’ll prepare for your plan. Gally, get them a communicator. Y/n, call us when you’re ready.”

You nod, and take the communicator from Gally, who leads you out of the room.

“You really know Thomas and Minho and everyone?” he asks, expression unreadable.

“I do,” you say. “How come you weren’t with them?”

He sighs. “Here, I’ll drive you back, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Over the drive, Gally summarises everything, including how he was possessed or stung or something, killed a boy, almost got killed by Minho, and then found by the rebels.

“Jeez,” you say when he’s finished. “That all sounds insane.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “So what’s your story?”

You hesitate for a bit. “It’s actually my fault that they’re with WCKD,” you admit, and then you explain all of it.

Gally is surprisingly understanding, given that you gave up his friends to WCKD.

“I’m not gonna tell you you did a good thing,” he says bluntly. “But I can see why you did it. Your sister and everything, it makes sense. There wasn’t another way.”

“Thank you,” you say as he drops you off at the sewers. “I’ll call you guys to get the plan moving.”

You wave as he departs, and you start the walk back to the compound.

⭒----⭒

You take an elevator up to the science wing, wanting to get some study in before going to bed.

You’re making your way to your usual room when you hear a commotion down a hallway. You walk faster as you follow the noise.

“Stop! Just leave him alone!” You freeze as you turn and hear Thomas’ voice. “Haven’t you put us through enough?”

You step closer. If you turned the corner, you’d be in the same corridor as them.

“Fine, take them back.” You hear Janson’s commanding tone. “But you’re next tomorrow, Thomas.”

Footsteps start moving towards you. Shit, shit, fuck. Where can you go? You’re turning to the elevators when Janson rounds the corner... And Aris and Thomas are right behind him.

"...Y/n?" Fuck.

Hi everyone, thanks for reading!

I had a little trouble with this chapter cause it got way too long, and I kept trying to pace it faster so I could finish up the story in 2 chapters, so it's a little messy.

But, I've ended up splitting this chapter into 2 separate parts, and so this story's probably gonna end up with 3-4 chapters total.

Unfortunately this chapter was a lot of filler and background/set up - sorry about that, but I promise the payoff will be worth it in the end

Part 3 will be up soon since it's basically already been written, I just decided to cut it out of this chapter

@regulus-black-223048 ❤

If anyone wants to be tagged for next chapter just lmk

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello!!

I am so sorry 😭😭 I have a few things that I want to ask.

Let’s start with gender. I’ve been here a lot talking about my gender experience and how I feel somewhat connected to my agab being afab.

Personally, I hate when I am referred to as a girl/women. When my friends plan a ‘girls trip’ I get annoyed… when people assume I am a ‘young lady’ I get frustrated. I don’t get why I am like that specifically because it’s been as of recent (only about a year). Before that it never really annoyed it or maybe I just never thought much about the terms I was being referred to as.

Sometimes I feel as if I am faking my gender. Like I should just stop thinking about it and let myself be perceived as how I was born. But that feels wrong. But also doesn’t?

It feels wrong in the sense that I’ve spent a year thinking about gender and how I am not cis, that now I believe that I am not cis, but when I think about it again it’s like maybe I am just cis and I just want to show people that gender isn’t important and that people can dress how they want to without being perceived a specific binary gender etc.

In the past year I have felt comfortable thinking I was agender, but I still sometimes feel like I am just cis (minus the desire to want to chop off my tits 24/7).

That’s another thing. I only started feeling chest Dysphoria in the last 2 years. Before that I liked them… 😭😭 I hate saying that bc now they make me so angry and just the thought of them makes me feel sick.

This is me basically asking is if it is normal to doubt my gender or does it seem like I’m faking it.

Bc sometimes when I think about myself it’s as a girl and then when I think about it properly it’s like ‘ew why did I make my future self look like that’ bc I want to look visibly queer but my unconscious brain just perceives me as a girl.

Ok secondly, (I’m so sorry this might get really long) I’m questioning my sexuality?

I think it’s sexuality?

So I am bi. That’s a known fact. I’ve known that since 2021. But when I think about being in a relationship with someone it’s always so different to how other people perceive relationships. (I’ve never been in a relationship)

The thing is, I can’t imagine being intimate with anyone. Like it’s just weird. But I want it someday.

I read… a lot!! And I love reading all kinds of fluff that gets my stomach erupting with butterflies, I also love reading smut, it doesn’t make me feel grossed out or anything and I quite enjoy it.

It’s just when I picture myself with someone else it’s just like ‘nope, not for me’. BUT I DO WANT IT!!

Could this just be lack of relationship and experience or could I be on the ace spectrum.

I’ve looked at some of the terms and demisexual is kind of what I’m feeling but also not bc I do want to one day build a strong connection to someone and have a trusting relationship where I can express my love (ok yes that’s cringy to say but idk how else to word it).

I also have had crushes in the past but when I think about if I’d want to get to know them better it’s just a straight up ‘nope’ (that’s probably just my social anxiety tho)

and I’ve spoken to my sister about this relationship stuff and she is the same, like we both wouldn’t kiss someone after the first few dates and wouldn’t be thinking about anything further until there is a real bond.

Is this just lack of relationship? Am I just overthinking it too much?

Lastly, thank you so much Cas!! You are the most kind hearted person ever for always responding to my asks (yes I’ve asked a lot bc I crisis a lot) and honestly you’ve saved my life in so many different ways! I hope you have an amazing day/night!

🌼🌹🪻🌻🌸

(some flowers for you) xx

Hi! <3 I'm gonna answer this bit-by-bit

Hello!!

Hi!

I am so sorry 😭😭 I have a few things that I want to ask.

No sorries!

Let’s start with gender. I’ve been here a lot talking about my gender experience and how I feel somewhat connected to my agab being afab.

Personally, I hate when I am referred to as a girl/women. When my friends plan a ‘girls trip’ I get annoyed… when people assume I am a ‘young lady’ I get frustrated. I don’t get why I am like that specifically because it’s been as of recent (only about a year). Before that it never really annoyed it or maybe I just never thought much about the terms I was being referred to as.

Sometimes I feel as if I am faking my gender. Like I should just stop thinking about it and let myself be perceived as how I was born. But that feels wrong. But also doesn’t?

You're not faking anything! These feelings are valid, and being your authentic self is important!

It feels wrong in the sense that I’ve spent a year thinking about gender and how I am not cis, that now I believe that I am not cis, but when I think about it again it’s like maybe I am just cis and I just want to show people that gender isn’t important and that people can dress how they want to without being perceived a specific binary gender etc.

In the past year I have felt comfortable thinking I was agender, but I still sometimes feel like I am just cis (minus the desire to want to chop off my tits 24/7).

Have youuuuuu heard of genderfluid? Where your gender can kind of change depending on the day? What you're saying feels very genderfluid.

That’s another thing. I only started feeling chest Dysphoria in the last 2 years. Before that I liked them… 😭😭 I hate saying that bc now they make me so angry and just the thought of them makes me feel sick.

This is me basically asking is if it is normal to doubt my gender or does it seem like I’m faking it.

Absolutely it's normal! You are anonymously writing to me on the internet- you're not faking it. Truly, please look into genderfluid. I don't usually push someone towards one identity but yeah. What you're describing is very similar to how I feel, so I think it might be helpful.

Bc sometimes when I think about myself it’s as a girl and then when I think about it properly it’s like ‘ew why did I make my future self look like that’ bc I want to look visibly queer but my unconscious brain just perceives me as a girl.

I think this is something that a lot of people don't realize: when/if you transition in any way, it sometimes even takes YOU time to adjust. You've been conditioned your whole life to picture and refer to yourself a certain way. Old habits die hard. To me, it's not what's the first thing you think of, it's what feels the best?

Ok secondly, (I’m so sorry this might get really long) I’m questioning my sexuality?

I think it’s sexuality?

So I am bi. That’s a known fact. I’ve known that since 2021. But when I think about being in a relationship with someone it’s always so different to how other people perceive relationships. (I’ve never been in a relationship)

The thing is, I can’t imagine being intimate with anyone. Like it’s just weird. But I want it someday.

Hm. Why? Do you...want it because other people do? Because you want the closeness of being intimate with someone? Because you...(how do I ask this in a proper way)...feel you would enjoy it?

I read… a lot!! And I love reading all kinds of fluff that gets my stomach erupting with butterflies, I also love reading smut, it doesn’t make me feel grossed out or anything and I quite enjoy it.

It’s just when I picture myself with someone else it’s just like ‘nope, not for me’. BUT I DO WANT IT!!

Could this just be lack of relationship and experience or could I be on the ace spectrum.

I think I a lot of people don't realize that being ace doesn't necessarily mean you're sex-repulsed. Many ace people have sex and still identify as ace. I think here, I'd encourage you to think more about WHAT exactly you feel when you read those things (I don't want to go into detail much incase you're underage).

I’ve looked at some of the terms and demisexual is kind of what I’m feeling but also not bc I do want to one day build a strong connection to someone and have a trusting relationship where I can express my love (ok yes that’s cringy to say but idk how else to word it).

Well...Only you can decide if you're demi. But I identify as demi, and I have those things!

I also have had crushes in the past but when I think about if I’d want to get to know them better it’s just a straight up ‘nope’ (that’s probably just my social anxiety tho)

and I’ve spoken to my sister about this relationship stuff and she is the same, like we both wouldn’t kiss someone after the first few dates and wouldn’t be thinking about anything further until there is a real bond.

Is this just lack of relationship? Am I just overthinking it too much?

Okay so I think this website could be helpful to you. I don't think you're overthinking at all, but I think it might be good to do some research on the ace spectrum. Like I said, being ace doesn't necessarily mean a person is sex-repulsed, so it could be that you do end up identifying as ace!

Lastly, thank you so much Cas!! You are the most kind hearted person ever for always responding to my asks (yes I’ve asked a lot bc I crisis a lot) and honestly you’ve saved my life in so many different ways! I hope you have an amazing day/night!

🌼🌹🪻🌻🌸

(some flowers for you) xx

Of course!!! Feel free to message me if you want more help! Thanks for the flowers!

[guessimate]

Hello everyone! I'm sorry for the hiatus, but it wasn't only the voluntary one I announced. I had to move to another computer and unfortunately not all of my files got saved onto GDrive, so I had to look for some, and I'm hopefully not missing much anymore. I did experience some unwelcome modernity in my game, like 'ancient' jacuzzis turning into modern hot tubs because I didn't have all the files in my Downloads folder.

I also got some mods at last - the period hack, as well as some career replacements. The period hack is definitely going to make it harder for me if I want to marry my sims as teens. I will only allow those to marry who have already had their first lunar cycle.

I got some of the medieval careers and some regency ones (I believe the regency ones especially are not as well-paid from the get-go, so there might be some serious social divide between my sims from now on). I chose the following medieval careers: Politics, Show Business, Athletic, Military, Business, Medicine, Entertainment, Music, Culinary, Law, Law Enforcement, and Oceanography. From the regency careers I decided on getting: Dance, Slacker, Criminal, Gamer, Intelligence, Science, and Journalism. I didn't replace everything, but that's more than I ever replaced. Note if you plan on getting careers: the Plumbob Keep ones come with their own icons (and even LTW/memory replacements), but I personally really don't mind it that the Regency ones don't replace the images.

I also got these mods for the mannequin skin, but they are not relevant for now. I like it that I can add one more meaningful skintone to my game, without adding an actual custom skin. I might give this skin to the next sims I add to my town for some more variety.

Back to the gameplay.

~*~

Today we are visiting the emperor's household, and that marks the end of round 6 (spoiler alert: I'll have to start the next round with this same family because the ROS required me to spend 2 rotations with them and I was already reaching my limit of pictures in the post and everything!). I also just realized the Brunis are the only original couple who can enjoy their wedding anniversary. This is tragic. But I guess they can have one. I will show it next post when we come back to the main Bruni family...

I rolled the Pilgrimage scenario. There really aren't any holy sites in my town besides the monastery and even if it doesn't make the most sense to send my sims there, that's what I'm doing. The dice decided that it would be the youngest daughter of the emperor's, Gautseshen, that would be going there, and she was only a child at that time, so I sent Satet away too. And I even gave them a servant (the royal 'jester', I was considering a 'butler', but that's more fun) to accompany them. The servant's name is Camillus Fortunatus.

I was considering opening a temple of Vesta or something... Maybe next time, because the monks are waiting to be aged a bit.

This ROS means that the main Bruni family (and the rest of the European part of my town) are not going to see Satet's whole teenagehood. After the 'pilgrimage' both sisters will get the Adventurous trait and random skills (I will skip the skill part, they skilled and learnt plenty at the monastery).

What I added to the ROS (and thankfully not regretted for now) is I flipped a coin a couple of times to see if both of them would come back home at all (or if anything special would happen). Normally I wouldn't be doing this, but it's 2 young princesses on a long journey.

Will anything bad happen? - Yes

If yes, which princess will it happen to? - The older one.

What will happen? Death or extramarital relations (and possibly an out of wedlock pregnancy?) - It thankfully turned out to be the latter.

The story here is that Gautseshen was really into the idea of the spiritual journey, but Satet found love. She met a boy at the monastery - Hisashi Lao - who was studying there and was going to move out soon. He is a Fortune sim, but he has no money (he ran away from home), so he'll count on the princess's dowry to settle down. She brought a treasure chest with her, so they could build a modest abode with it. Gautseshen was probably hoping to donate this extra money to the monastery.

I rolled some more, and it turned out Satet would only take one treasure chest (which was hers anyway), so Gautseshen still has her own dowry. Another roll determined the younger sister wouldn't be angry about the situation at all. It makes perfect sense to me, since both the sisters will end up with the same dowry.

~*~

Hisashi and Satet have 2 bolts together purely because of Maxis chemistry system. They're a Scorpio-Leo, Family-Fortune couple, and both of them are more on the grouchy, outgoing, active, and playful side. They only don't agree about neatness, but that's fine. The princess will clean the house, I suppose, I wish her well in her new life of a commoner. Hisashi also likes it that Satet is Logical. I might try changing my chemistry system again, maybe when we get some Lovestruck conversions? I bet Sims 4 will get nice icons at least.

I think the love story makes a lot of sense, because they arrived at the weekend, when they didn't have to go to school (I still make my sims attend Maxis school, even if I also use the simlogical school etc.). They had a lot more time to socialize than during weekdays when they were going to school and cramming with the monks. I believe in the ToT rules it didn't specify that only boys would go to school, so I let noble girls attend for now. My monks accept everyone who wishes to learn.

~*~

Satet was rolled to be a Family sim, so her dad would be proud she inherited his aspiration. She was aging up at the very beginning of the round (on the first day). I don't always roll gender preference but sometimes I do, and both of the sisters turned out to be bi (I set bi % really high, and I know it might not be realistic, but it's more playable for me this way in a less modern society than having an extremely high gay %).

Gautseshen was rolled to be a Popularity sim. I'm glad at least one of Bunefer's kids inherited her aspiration. Since she's bi just like her elder sister, I will allow her to be 'courted' by a lesbian sim if there ever is any in the hood during her lifetime. They might have to keep the affair private and never get married, but that's fine (especially that Popularity sims rarely care anyway!). She wants to become the Queen (mayor)! I know it most likely won't be her who will do it, but her nephew, but she can dream about following into her father's footsteps (in terms of sharing the Politics career).

I was a little worried Hisashi would be into both princesses (technically he was attracted to both of them, and said that Gautseshen was HOT, but he only rolled wants for his girlfriend Satet). What I also found a bit funny (but it can happen, I do realize) was that the younger sister got her first blood cycle before her elder sister... But in the end everything worked out. I'm going to assume for Hisashi Gautseshen is more like his wife's little sister. He even read her to bed autonomously.

~*~

While I was playing the monks, Soji Yu got promoted to Elementary School Teacher, just like Yutaka Siew did earlier, so I gave him the job stopinator as well. Hiroki Tian is still just a Substitute Teacher, but he's doing a lot of work around the monastery - he tends to the bees in the garden and makes honey for them. He's definitely indispensable.

~*~

Peregrina Flori happened to be walking by when everyone was at school and Camillus Fortunatus got a chance to greet her. It actually makes sense she would be in this part of town because technically she was in the Asian part of the world at this time (when I played the Tias).

I have a mod now so CAS-made sims don't have the mystery sim memories, so adults can still enjoy their first kisses, just like teenagers. And Camillus really wanted to get his first kiss, regardless of whether he did or not like Peregrina. She's his only eligible choice for now really (maybe besides the alien lady, but I want to keep her as a prospect for higher classes). By the way later on the clown rolled the want to fall in love with the empress... In no way can this happen, though he's going to probably meet his end sooner or later anyway, so might as well...? I don't know. I just find it so weird because he rolled no such wish for Peregrina whom he shared his first kiss and became best friends with.

~*~

Satet fell in love first and she wanted to go steady. That happened after 3 great dates, so I gave them ample time to get to know each other. They only went on a serious date after a sim week.

After a week of gameplay and Satet's first moon cycle it was weekend again and she was ready to go on a date with Hisashi again. They both wanted to woohoo, and I flipped a coin 3x, which resulted in Satet trying for baby. The baby will be fine, and it will live a full life. Both the mother and the newborn survive the birth, which means Satet gets to age up to an adult (and maybe get married the vanilla way next round because I forgot to save when they got married before the baby was born, oops).

The baby is a dark blue-eyed girl with brown hair (her genes are like her paternal grandfather's, Haru Lao). Her name is Guiren (apparently it was one of the concubine/madame ranks in the Chinese harem system, with the meaning of Noble Lady, and it's still a name these days according to my google research, so it's fair game in my book).

I know it wouldn't make sense for them to interact, but it's more symbolic rather than anything I had the emperor scold Satet for getting pregnant. So imagine it's just Satet thinking about her dad's reaction in her head. He would really only learn about his daughter's fate after Gautseshen is back from her pilgrimage. I don't necessarily think a Family sim like him would do that (especially that he wants another grandchild... he wants 20 in fact), but he's also an emperor, and he wanted the best prospects for all of his children. Also, no marriages were supposed to take place this 'season', so his daughter went against his will and the wills of the gods etc. Satet lost the favour of both the emperor and the empress (she's not best friends anymore with her parents).

I suppose Satet honoured her dad's wishes in the end because I forgot to save. Her baby's surname is temporarily Bruni instead of Lao, I might change it to Bruni-Lao.

~*~

Apparently Hisashi won 215$ at school for playing a prince, and Satet got 100$ for baking cookies, so they took this to his empty lot as their starting funds. I thought I'd mention this because it makes sense he was playing the Prince in a Simerella play, taking into account he had managed to seduce an emperor's daughter...

They moved to a 1x1 lot next to the pier. Together with the treasure chest 'dowry' they had 5640$ to build and furnish the house with. I placed a 8x6 rectangle on the lot for them, and put a little bedroom upstairs (speaking of stairs, ladders are the bane of my existence with how they work). I gave them the absolute necessities (a fridge, 2 counters, a table with 4 chairs, a toilet, a bed, and a bookshelf because Satet really wanted one).

They really didn't earn anything yet besides the school bonus. Whatever they managed to fish up in the monastery's pond, they gave back to the monks as a payment for the hospitality they received. The monks were sad to see Hisashi go, but they understood his decision. After all they were all married men at some point whether they wanted to or not, before they were called by the gods to open the holy site.

Satet and her husband are going to be low class but literate, since the emperor's kids are literate, and Hisashi spent his childhood years at the monastery. I'm not sure about their children yet. I don't think they'll go to school, but they might be taught how to read.

~*~

Before I sent the girls off to my Shang Simla/Takemizu Village-inspired part of town, everyone came to the birthday party of Satet and Sesheshet (her niece). I had a funny screenshot of Baset leaving as soon as the party started (she came over earlier), but I lost it. I understand she's an introvert, but it was her little sister's and niece's birthday... And the party took place right before her 2 youngest sisters would go to faraway lands and she might never see them again.

I only played the Asian part of the Bruni family. I will have to play the main emperor household next, and I will play it for 2 seasons, so I will start round 7 with them, so as not to confuse myself. Note to self: Move Gautseshen and the servant/clown back!

I really only set up the main Bruni household by giving them jobs. I know according to ToT rules no teen jobs are allowed, but personally I don't care for that rule. And Nepri is doing it for... science because - you know - he's in the Science career. It would probably make more sense for the third born son (they never had) to go into the clergy/science, but since there is already an heir of the heir, I am fine with him doing whatever his heart desires.

The emperor got a career in Politics as per the rules, but I really don't think he'll get very far in this career track before he passes away, so it will be up to his grandson to maximize it and become the King (mayor) some day. The emperor family really don't have a lot of means of making money right now, unless I heavily tax everyone and send all the money collected to this family.

You might have noticed I made over make over Satet and Sesheshet, because I felt like they needed curly or at least wavy hair.

[lyr-caelum]

Hello Lyr!!! (Can I call you that? Is that what people call you? Do you like that??)

I adore your art.

And I love how you kind of take us on your art journey and show us the process sometimes! I’m obsessed with watching speed runs of how artists create their beautiful art! (It’s inspiring and makes me feel like I could actually get there too haha, makes it graspable?)

Anyway, my question to you is, do you have any tips on how to do anatomy? I’m struggling hahah

I watched a few youtube videos but I quickly get overwhelmed, they always expect you to just know so much, y’know? It’s always like “and this is how you draw a leg, and here the calf does this curve in this position and here look I drew it in another position” and I’m just like “but how am I supposed to know! How am I supposed to know that a leg looks that way!!!” (My apologies, this is a mess, my words have failed me today hahah)

And even if you don’t have any concrete advice I’d still be interested in your art journey! How did you learn? :D

HI!

Yes ofc u can call me Lyr, yes people call me that online and yes I do like it, (it's like the celestial version of my real name)

I'm so glad u enjoy it when I share my process... My sketches are very messy and sometimes I'm like... no one it's going to understand this but oh well.. it is what it is....

About your question, yes! I do have a lot of anatomy tips, and like you I saw every video, I did life studies, I drew scultures... I did everything my teachers and all the youtube videos tell u to do... but at first it didn't work, and I get that is frustating.... sometimes I'm also like... wait... how do knees work? And it's normal.. the more common things, the things u see every day are the hardest to draw, cause u can spot that something is off even when u don't know what it is... and that can be very anoying...

I believe I have a long way to go when it comes to drawing, and that is what I like about it, that everything is improvement and there is no finish line, you will only get better and better.

With time I think every artist comes with their own methods of anatomy solving, for me is understanding volume more than shape, cause every body is diferent and if I understand the mass instead of the shape of an arm for example, I can draw every arm, right?

Also I draw in front of a mirror, I have a mirror placed on the wall behind my tablet, so everytime I don't know an expresion or how something looks like, I just pose and I use myself as a reference (I prefer this than going endleslly though pinterest looking for a reference picture) I sometimes also take pictures of myself (this is embarrassing tbh)

I am also a big fan of art books, specially from artist that I like, more than anatomic ones, but I can recomend you "secret charracter drawing" and "point charracter drawing" by Tako. It's great if you are starting and it might help!

I know this migh sound unhelpfull but I learned how to draw... drawing and looking, looking a lot, I love looking at people, their body language, how peoples personalitys or feelings get mirrored on their bodys... (for this I recomend dark sunglasses, don't be creepy and if you stare to hard, don't get caught) FOR ACADEMIC REASONS ONLY!

I usually have on my phone a note pad where I write things that I saw and I would like to use as inspo, or as a reference. I'll never take a pic of somebody in a creepy way, I rather type down what I'am understanding and then try to draw that feeling.

Sorry for the long reply, I love talking about this stuff!

Thank you so much for your ask and for liking my art <3

[saddywitdaphatty]

Songs that are so Thomas Andrews x Rose Andrews DeWitt Bukater coded in my head:

“king of the world, pt 2” - Ben Platt

Reason: it mentions Titanic…so yk.

“And he tells you you're the king of the world

That's just love on the Titanic

When you think you found forever

'Cause it seems like you can never get enough”

“In Your Love” - Tyler Childers

Reason: it’s a “star crossed lovers” anthem even though these two lived a long happy life together in my head

“We were never made to run forever

We were just meant to go long enough

To find what we were chasin' after

I believe I found it here

In your love”

“Top of the World” - Hunchback of Notre Dame the Musical

Reason: listenlistenlisten…just imagine the “Jack! I’m flying” scene but with Thomas and Rose, and these are Rose’s thoughts

“Seeing life from the top of the world

Nothing needs fighting

And no one needs pity

Thanks for giving this moment to me

When just for a moment things stop

Here at the top of the world”

“So Will I” - Ben Platt

Reason: HELLO? this song is so gentle, and Thomas is a gentle man, and the calm to Rose’s storm. And this song is just…so soothing for my anxiety.

“You say, "What if I don't catch the dreams

That I've been out there chasing?"

"What if when my fears show up, I'm too afraid to face them?"

Well, I can't fight your battles

But I sure can hold your hand and promise you

That the sky will still be up there

And the sun will always shine

The stars will keep on fallin'

For the ones who wish at night

The mountains won't start moving

And the rivers won't run dry

The world will always be there

And so will I”

“A Safe Place to Land” - Sarah Bareilles, John Legend

Reason: they are both each other’s safe place to land. that’s it.

“The ocean is wild and over your head

And the boat beneath you is sinking

Don't need room for your bags, hope is all that you have

So say the Lord's Prayer twice, hold your babies tight

Surely someone will reach out a hand

And show you a safe place to land”

“Remedy” - Adele

reason: the first part is Rose’s pov for sure, but the rest of the song can be either.

“I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be

So desperate to find a way out of my world and finally breathe

Right before my eyes, I saw that my heart, it came to life

This ain't easy, it's not meant to be

Every story has its scars

But when the pain cuts you deep

When the night keeps you from sleeping

Just look and you will see

That I will be your remedy”

“Make You Feel My Love” Adele

reason: okay so sorta takes place during that scene where Rose is like “Jack leave me alone” in the workout room but it’s Thomas Andrews and he is…yea.

“When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong”

“Run Away” - Ben Platt

Reason: yes. another Ben Platt song…I have a weak spot for any song that I can picture Mr. Andrews reassuring Rose that she can let her guard down.

“I love you more and more each day

To love is not to leave

So, hear me when I say

"I may not be wise

And I won't save the day

But look in my eyes

And know I'll always stay

And I won't run away"”

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: LM!Sonic's Cruel Nature

PREVIOUS POST

EXTRA CONTENT WARNING: Depictions of abuse

After OMT!Tails, Pana and Barry came off the express train to the Gust Planet dorms, OMT!Tails took some time to process things.

OMT!Tails: Whole rooms for each individual member?

Pana: Yep! All personalised to every member and their interests, to make it a home away from home if they can't go back to their dimension for whatever reason, or if a duty requires an overnight stay.

OMT!Tails: Cool! So, please be truthful with me, Pana. Are you and Mina dating, or is there another reason she's been crashing at your dimension?

Pana: Yeah, it's the latter, Tails. She's not going back to her universe by any means, so I let her stay over at mine sometimes when she's not with you.

OMT!Tails: Heh, fair enough.

Barry: This is LM's dorm, isn't it?

Pana: Good spot! Let's head inside.

They entered the room.

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Fiona!

Fiona: Hello, Tails.

OMT!Tails: Man, I can't believe the state of this spot. It doesn't even feel like a room; more like a cluttered workspace.

Fiona: Yeah... That's more his choice.

Pana: How's LM been treatin' ya? I doubt it's very good, considering his current track record.

Fiona: *sigh* You wouldn't know the half of it...

Pana: Look, why not move out of this spot? You've got better positions outside this room.

Fiona: I don't know, it's just...

Barry: Miss Fiona, you can trust us, can't you?

The big machine in the room started firing up and prepared itself... very, very slowly. It was to the point that OMT!Tails was almost compelled to ask about it.

Fiona: Yeah, I know it takes a moment, but... it's his thing.

LM!Sonic emerged from the machine after materialising from it.

Fiona: LM, this is OMT Tails.

LM!Sonic: Yes, I know who he is.

OMT!Tails: Hey! I brought you one of these if it helps!

OMT!Tails passed him the Tex Mexan sandwich he bought.

LM!Sonic: Hmm. Wonderful.

He put it aside for later.

OMT!Tails: Listen, I- I'm really excited to do everyone here a big favour! LM!Sonic: Oh, great. OMT!Tails: I have a plan on how we can go catch Crimtake. LM!Sonic: Oh, wow. OMT!Tails: He just wants to be taken seriously, you know? Like we all do. LM!Sonic: Uh-huh uh-huh.

LM!Sonic promptly threw the nearby garbage can at OMT!Tails as he dodged it and Pana caught it before moving it aside.

LM!Sonic: He's worried about Crimtake. I'll worry about Crimtake!

OMT!Tails (worried): W-What did I do?!

Fiona: LM, it's not his fault!

Barry: Fault? What do you-?

LM!Sonic: YOU BLEW ANOTHER HOLE IN THE MULTIVERSE!

Pana: That's not how Tails works, man! He doesn't play by your rules.

LM!Sonic: Oh, tell that to Mina, then. SHE knew better, and she-.

Pana offered LM a flowery bow, leading him to facepalm.

LM!Sonic: I'm just gonna try to ignore you. I can't even...

??!?????: Come on, LM! Go easy on the kid!

CU!Sonic entered the room.

CU!Sonic: He didn't have the best teacher. Who's to say he had a choice?

OMT!Tails: It's you, Sonic!

CU!Sonic: Hey, Tails!

On cue, CU!Sonia swung in on her mini enerbeam bracelet.

CU!Sonia: Whoo! Hahahaha!

CU!Sonic went up after her as (almost) everyone watched with a smile.

Fiona: Heh, they sure know how to lighten the mood in here.

CU!Sonic: Woah, er... Don't forget to keep your day pass on, mini-blue.

CU!Sonia: Catch me if you can, dad!

Pana: Heh, the kid's a little rebel.

LM!Sonic (sweating): ...I can't take this, I can't take this...

CU!Sonic managed to catch her on the roof.

CU!Sonic: Gotcha! I knew I was gonna regret trainin' her like this. That's a mistake on my part.

CU!Sonia: Heh, NOW you're saying that, dad?

She slipped loose and back to the floor with a mischievous giggle.

CU!Sonic: Hey, Barry. You wanna see pictures I took of her?

Barry: I mean, she's right there, so-.

CU!Sonic: She's incredible! Look, this is one time she helped foil a bank robbery, this is when she confiscated a chilli dog from me out of jealousy...

While he showed Barry the pictures, CU!Sonia was running around OMT!Tails, who found it fun.

OMT!Tails: Hehe! This is so much fun!

She then climbed on top of LM!Sonic's head and started t-bagging goofily.

LM!Sonic (super annoyed by this): I'm trying to hold a serious discussion here...

CU!Sonic: You know you're the only Sonic the Hedgehog here with no sense of humour, right? We're supposed to be funny, man.

LM!Sonic: The fate of the multiverse is-!

CU!Sonic: Yeah, you always lose me with that one. I hear you say "the fate of the multiverse" and, *yawn*, my brain goes to sleep.

CU!Sonia ended up tumbling off LM!Sonic's head, though he paid enough attention to catch her and pass her back to CU!Sonic, all whilst remaining foul-tempered.

CU!Sonic: Yep, she's a Rose. That's what happens when a kid like her has a full chilli dog.

CU!Sonia: Heh, sorry, dad.

LM!Sonic: Miles. You disrupted a canon event.

OMT!Tails: Guh-. That thing EV told me about? Seriously?

CU!Sonic: That's not how Tails works, LM.

Pana (to CU!Sonia): Dumping on the establishment in your own way? I salute you!

CU!Sonia (with a confident smile): You know it!

OMT!Tails: What are you even upset about? I helped save those people back there-.

LM!Sonic: And that's the PROBLEM!

He threw a cricket ball to his side, where it hit Fiona's nose, causing OMT!Tails to realise just why she didn't like being around him.

LM!Sonic: Just escort them back out of here, Fiona.

Fiona: But...

LM!Sonic: That's an order!

OMT!Tails stood up for her, not at all happy.

OMT!Tails: Hold on a minute, LM! You've got a pair of hands to do that job. Why is that Fiona's job when she's not been asked to do it by the REAL leader of this place?

LM!Sonic: It's her role as my secretary, isn't it?

OMT!Tails: And that's solely meant to be a woman's job?

LM!Sonic: Yeah, of course it is!

OMT!Tails: LM, what gender is the late Queen Elizabeth II?

LM!Sonic (sweating): She's a female.

OMT!Tails: And you're suggesting the Queen should be forced to do duties she's not comfortable with?

LM!Sonic: No, not at all!

OMT!Tails: Then actually do your job, then!

CU!Sonic went around to comfort Fiona, who was tearing up from this physical abuse.

LM!Sonic: Hold on a minute... The Queen of England's one thing, but this is my dorm! What the... What the hell am I doing...?! (to OMT!Tails) Now, you listen here, Prower! You may have your fancy education spot, but what goes on in this dorm is my business!

OMT!Tails: Not if people are being physically and verbally abused-.

LM!Sonic: I am talking!

OMT!Tails immediately kicked him over before shouting RIGHT in his face.

OMT!Tails: And I'm not LISTENING!

OMT!Tails: Now, you, LM, you are staring into a deep, dark pit of trouble if you don't cut this out. So I'm telling you, "sir", tell me what's really going on!

LM!Sonic: Grr... You'd never understand. You fox geniuses are too blind to understand.

This ticked off OMT!Tails enough for him to tail-swipe LM square in the face and right out the room, prompting him to bolt it.

Pana: I'll get after him! Tails, Barry, get the data he's hiding and hurry to the main meeting room before LM gets there!

OMT!Tails: You got it!

The two pulled out a data file from LM's cabinet.

OMT!Tails: You can get out of here, Fiona. There's no need to be a part of whatever he's up to.

She just stayed silent, feeling reluctant to disobey him, considering he dishes out physical abuse to those not doing their jobs right.

Barry: It's going to be okay, Miss Fiona. I promise.

The two left, CU!Sonic and CU!Sonia having left a moment prior.

CU!Sonic: We're gonna go have some time out from this. You two get that file to EV! He'll know how to handle it.

OMT!Tails: Right!

Barry: You go on ahead, Tails. Blow that horrid truth to the whole Society, for our sakes!

OMT!Tails: What about you, Barry?

Barry: I don't have the speed to catch up with you. I'll go and inform the girls at the Transport Hub to await your arrival if need be.

OMT!Tails: That's okay, Barry. I'm really glad for your help, either way.

Barry: Hehe! Don't mention it!

The two split whilst Pana engaged with LM!Sonic in combat on top of one of the trains.

OMT!Tails: EV?

EV!Sonic: Reading you loud and clear, kid! Can I ask why you split from the tour before?

OMT!Tails: Well, LM's been hiding some nasty stuff in his dorm, AND he's been abusing Fiona, physically AND verbally.

EV!Sonic: God, that's not good... I'll call several of the elites over ready for your arrival. In the meantime, make sure LM is distracted long enough for you to get here first.

OMT!Tails: You got it!

NEXT POST

[make-a-little-mischief]

Jerry on The Soupy Sales Show as dialogued by me:

SS: "Oh hey, Jer. Whatcha got there?"

J: "Oh well it's my cage and there's somethin' - or I should say someone very special inside..."

J: "It's my dead pet fish, Albert. I thought I'd bring him out to say hello to all you nice people. He's not much for conversation, and he doesn't have much of a personality...or a pulse...but he's a real swell fish."

SS: "Gee Jer, that sure is fascinating..."

J: "You really like him? I was a little noivous about bringing him out here. A lot of the time people aren't too fond of Albert, what with him being a dead fish and all."

SS: "Why sure! We loved Albert! I think the fact that people aren't friendly to him is a shame - it stinks almost as much as Albert does!"

*boisterous Jerry laugh* "HAHAHAHA! Stinks! That's a good one!"

SS: "Well, say Jer! Before you go we'd like to give you the traditional Soupy Sales Show farewell!"

J: "Ohhh-ho-hooo...is that right?"

SS: "Haha! Yes! That fella over yonder's gonna show ya how we do a goodbye here. He's sorta funny lookin ain't he?"

J: "Alright! I'm ready! From myself and my dead pet fish Albert - FARE THEE WEEEELLLL!!!"

SPLAT

J: "Oh...my...so that's the Soupy Sales Show special goodbye...just for me...well...don't I just feel like the belle of the ball."

SS (off camera): "Jer? Ya alright there?"

J: "Oh yeah. I just need a moment...that was such a goodbye, I've never been goodbyed like that in my life, have you ever seen such a goodbye? I mean me either cus I got stuff in my eye but WOW! Yeah, good-BYE! Knocked my coat right off me too! That guy's got some arm, he should play with the Mets!"

Person off camera: "Hey Jer! That was a real riot!"

J: "Whaa?? I can't quite hear ya I got goodbye in my ears!"

Person: "I say, THAT WAS A REAL RIOT!!"

J: "The bus has a flat tire?! That's too bad, guess you'll be late for mahjong..."

Person: "No-"

J: "Oh! The hat made me look like a pilot? I ain't wearin' a hat..."

Person: "No! Jer-"

J: "Oh wait I hear ya! You're sayin' your dad bought a teal parrot! Like a new pet? Well god bless him, we'll have to set up a play date with Albert..."

Person: *inconsolable laughter and face palming*

J: "Ohhhh" *Jerry giggle* "You want I should be quiet?"

J: "Hey you got a big growth on your face, looks kinda like a camera, you might wanna get that looked at..."

Person: "It is a camera Jer! Smile!"

J: "I dunno...I'm in the middle of reading Albert his bedtime story and it just got to a serious part..."

Person: "Well what if we got someone else in the picture too?"

J: "Ohhh? Who's this someone else?"

Person: "Okay that's closer to a smile but not quite what we were going for..."

SS: "This is what you called me over here for? Jer, what is it? Are you upset about the goodbye?! Can you believe this crazy little fella?"

J: *dog noises*

Person: "Down boy! Let the tie go! Okay this isn't working let's get someone else..."

Person: "Much better! That's a real nice smile Jer!"

J: "Ya don't say? You really like my smile? I thought you just wanted to bug me while I was readin' to Albert but you like me you like me! That's sweet of ya!"

Person: "We're all kinda sweet on you Jer! We don't just like you, we LOVE you buddy! Hey, why don't we try another with Soupy now..."

Person (and all of us who love Jer and his smile): "Poifect."

❤️