I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.
Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.
She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.
Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…
Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.
Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.
Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.
Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.
A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.
Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.
Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.
Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…
Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…
Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.
Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared
back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open
before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected
“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the
sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when
she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over
him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so
casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever,
only set him off the edge just a little further.
Cut scene from book 3, cleaned up of any potential spoilers (maybe). Matt’s mother Randy came into town to watch a game, and the cousins (and Neil) finally got a chance to meet her. The scene got yanked when I decided to send Andrew’s lot to NYC at the end of Raven King–this conversation needed to happen the first time they met Randy, and that edit meant they met her off-screen in December.
It took Aaron most of Thursday afternoon to work up the courage, but he finally approached Randy at the end of practice to thank her for paying his bail. Neil was in charge of the stick rack and ball buckets today, but he deliberately slowed down his work to eavesdrop. Aaron’s gratitude was the stilted mess of a man not used to admitting when he was wrong.
Randy looked a bit baffled, then recovered enough to stress, “You gave me back my son. Do you understand? There is nothing I can do to make that up to you.”
Aaron was honest enough to say, “That wasn’t my decision.”
Randy reached for him, but Aaron flinched at the first brush of her fingers against his shoulders. Aaron recovered quickly, but the damage was already done. Randy’s smile vanished and the look she gave Aaron was heavy enough to make Neil uncomfortable ten feet away.
Last summer Neil had recoiled from Wymack much the same way, so certain of being hurt for his transgressions and stupidity. For months his stomach had knotted a bit every time Wymack raised his voice at practice. Even as recently as January Neil willfully told himself Wymack’s concern was anger because fear of older men was a powerful enough motivator to get Neil through his second thoughts and nightmares.
Only now did Neil understand that a person could fear an older woman the same way. Neil’s mother had hit him and screamed at him, but she’d always been on his side. She’d always been his mother first. He’d known Aaron’s mother was abusive, had heard it from Nicky and had it affirmed by Andrew back in November. He’d thrown it in Aaron’s face knowing it would hurt, but somehow he’d still always thought it a different matter. Neil couldn’t imagine a world where mothers weren’t actually mothers.
Neil finally understood, though he didn’t know if it was stupidity or prejudice that had blinded him this long. Cass Spear could have been Andrew’s mother once. These days Andrew leaned on Betsy Dobson. Aaron, on the other hand, never had anyone to fill that role. Aaron wouldn’t let the Foxes in because of Andrew, but he couldn’t let Nicky in because he didn’t know how. He’d gotten this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation.
For a moment Neil thought Randy would take offense at Aaron’s reaction and walk away. Instead she slowly raised her hands to Aaron’s face and cradled his cheeks in her hands.
"Hey,“ she said, more subdued than she’d sounded all day but somehow still hard with conviction. "I’m so proud of you. Do you hear me? I’m so proud of you. You did what you had to do to defend your family, and tomorrow you’re going to do whatever it takes to defend our family. Okay? It’s going to be okay.”
Aaron stared back at her, silent and frozen. Randy nodded at whatever she saw on his face and made a slow attempt at hugging him. Aaron didn’t fight her off, and Randy held on until Aaron finally relaxed.
the other day i was looking through interviews on youtube to make a gifset and i was really wishing i had a masterpost like this to look at so i wouldn’t have to sift through the bullshit videos so hello i am tumblr user clemmiings and im here to bring you a very very large 5sos masterpost.
this masterpost includes:
acoustic versions of their own songs
vidz they did on their birthday
and other things i don’t know what to sort under lol
well i guess thats it for now! ill try to update as much as possible and sorry if i missed any videos!!!!!!!! ive been working on this for days and after going to 8 pages of youtube under the search '5sos interview’ night after night i got a little tired!! but i covered most of the necessities soooooo yeah!! message me if you want me to add anything to the list and ill do so!!
(Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) ‘Cause You Had a Bad Day
(I want you all to know that I created this account for the sole purpose of writing fics and reblogging fandom things without being judged by my followers on my main blog.
This fic takes place in the modern au, reader is a college student, this is my first fic and if you all like it then it definitely won’t be my last Hamilsquad fic
Word count: 3256
Gimme some feedback, I hope you enjoy m’loves! )
It was cold.
Much colder than you had anticipated for a mid-October evening.
It felt more like the beginnings of January when it wasn’t even technically fall yet. A gentle rain had settled over the town you lived in, a soft pitter-pattering of droplets onto the ground succeeding calming you down. You were sitting at a bus stop a fair way from your home and had been for at least a few hours. The sky was dark and you had turned your phone off because the boys wouldn’t stop trying to contact you. You had a huge blowout with your boyfriends after you’d come home from class.
A/N: for @bisexualbvffy, for i love lucie more than robber au’s. and i love those a lot.
Lily finds their add on Craigslist:
needed to rob stores. Wig wearing skills a must. Good legs preferable.
She turns up at Remus’s house in a
black wig, wears it ten minutes into the ‘interview’ and then takes it off. “My
wig wearing skills are excellent, and I’ve got great legs” she says into the
“You’re hired” says Sirius over his
chip bag “I love redheads.”
Yeah, that’s how she joins the
They’re in the middle of a
supermarket in Easter, stealing a life size chocolate dog because Remus said he
would pay them all to ‘help him a achieve his life’s only goal’ and ‘yes I am
being perfectly serious now everyone get in the car’
“This is dumb” James is looking
around the shelves, because even though it’s four a.m. someone could still see
them and he doesn’t think he could take going to jail for stealing a chocolate
“Potter, don’t be such a downer”
Lily is leaning against a shelf, eating skittles she hasn’t paid for and still
wearing the pink wig from that jewellers job they did four days ago. “Live in
She throws a skittle at him, and
Peter yells “lift with the legs!” very loudly in the background.
Lily turns up, smoking profusely,
and Peter opens the door to the apartment.
“I’ve got our next job.” She says,
breathless, and holds up a printout of an antique shop with an entirely gold
cabinet for sale. “We’re fucking robbing it” she pushes past him and barges
into the living room, where James is eating crackers and Remus is googling how
to hack security cameras because it would be cool to know how to do that.
She flicks a sleeping Sirius on the
eyelid. “Black, get up, we’re planning a goddamn heist.”
There is something particularly
satisfying about stealing things. About holding something that is taken, that absolutely
does not belong to you. A sudden rush of blood to the head, veins upstanding on
the back of your hand.
Lily ends up at their apartment,
eating food and watching their TV despite no one actually inviting her. Remus drops
out of Uni to focus on being ‘a professional thief’ as he tells the others, and
‘to find himself’ which he tells his mother. Peter breaks his toe running into
the bench drunk and they all wait for him at A&E, Lily and James both get
kicked out for smoking so they go out back and James blows smoke rings while
Lily pretends not to be impressed.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you nearly got us caught. I cannot believe you’d had sex with that
hotel clerk and couldn’t remember. Oh
my God. You’re terrible Sirius. If I end up going to jail because of your sex life I’ll murder you and then
confess so I can go away for that instead”
“Sorry, holier-than-thou-Wormtail, I
forgot, of course you’ve kept track of every
single person that you’ve had sex
HAVE YOU DICKWEED”
“Did you find the spare key” James is
hopping from foot to foot, strongly considering leaving the house and its five
TVs, for another night when his balls aren’t in danger of freezing off.
“Clearly not. If I had found it we
would be Inside” Lily walks the rest
of the way towards him, not the most affable when cold. She stares at the cat
flap again, and James blanches.
“No. No, Evans.” Lily raises her eyebrows and James can see the stark
contrast of her, pale neck against pulsing hair. He is all at once very aware
of his skeleton inside his skin, how large it is, poking elbows and harsh
knuckles. He feels too big for the space.
She kicks open the cat flap, and look up at
him “you’re the one always going on about how you won that gymnastics competition
when you were nine. Let’s see if you’ve still got it.”
Sirius circles the date on the calendar
and writes, in the square with sharpie ‘THE DAY WE MADE IT BIG’
“Making it on the news once is an accident,
twice is a coincidence, three times and we’ve hit the big time. We are officially
criminals folks, we’re had THREE featured break-ins on the news.” Remus sits
back against the couch, stealing Peter’s beer in celebration.
“It doesn’t get better than this”
says Lily sarcastically, sitting on the bench with her boots in the sink and
drinking wine from the bottle. She passes it to Sirius whose spread flat across
the tiles, still wearing the rope wire from this morning. James lets his head
drop back against the door and raises his beer, half-drunk, a sort of toast to
“You look nice”
“Lily, stop lying. I look like a bag
of fabric with legs.”
“Yes Potter, but a nice bag of
fabric. A bag of fabric to believe in”
Sirius forgets to turn the alarm
“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THIS IS IT-
WE’RE GOING TO JAIL” Peter is on the
verge of tears, and pronounces ‘jail’ like it’s a swearword. Remus is pulling up the blinds- presumably to
jump out the window.
Lily can hear the wailing from where
she’s parked at the official ‘getaway driver’ two streets over, and lets her
head drop onto the steering wheel. Fucking
morons. Inside the house, James has picked up a vase and Sirius is sweating
profusely while holding an armful of stolen jewellery.
James throws the vase at the alarm.
It stops. There is a silence. They can all feel Lily’s disapproval from two
“You want to know something funny”
It’s Lily’s voice down the phone, and James blinks at the sudden abruptness to
the beginning of the conversation.
“Not particularly but seeing as it’s
“My mother wanted me to be a lawyer.”
She says and it takes him a minute to process this. She’s giggling down the
line and he starts smiling before the full irony has set in. Then he’s
laughing, and he can all at once see her leaning against her fridge, giggling
into the phone, hair piled on her head like a mound of blood.
“That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever
On Remus’s birthday they go to a
park and try to take the swing set.
“It’s going to have concrete
foundations” says Peter flatly, for the fifteenth time.
“THEN WE’LL TAKE THEM TO” yells
Lily, drunkest of them all, hacking at bark with a spade. “WE CAN TAKE ANYTHING,
WE’VE BEEN ON THE NEWS THREE TIMES AS
UNIDENTIFIED FIGURES. WE’VE HIT THE
Sirius whoops and James starts
digging again with renewed vigour. Remus sits on the slide, touched and too
drunk to realise that this is a bad idea.
Lily smiles again- the parents are
looking- and tugs at her skirt.
“-got to be in bed by eight, right
Tom?” the boy looks up, bored and nods without caring. The mother turns back, “we’ll
be home by 11, there’s money on the table,” Lily nods and feels her wig pitch
forward slightly. Fuck.
They leave, tearing down the
driveway. She sighs, leaves Tom downstairs with the TV and goes upstairs to see
James sitting at the window in a black ski mask. She opens the shutter,
“We’ve talked about this. You look
dumb in the ski mask.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I look good in
anything” he turns to watch the car turn out from the street and focuses on
anything other than her legs under that skirt, “What’s the bet they’re going to
an orgy, the Dad looked shifty. If they’re leaving their son alone on a Wednesday
night to go to an orgy they deserve to be robbed. That’s just a fact.”
She laughs, and takes off his mask,
throwing it in the gutter before he can stop her.
She falls asleep on their living
room floor while they’re planning to steal their landlord’s speaker system
after he raised the rent on their apartment. James sort of, stands there,
considering picking her up but then again, she’d probably punch him on reflex.
She did that once, when he poked her after they were on the train back from
that art thing where she’d shoved some priceless paintbrush in her bra while
the lights were out.
He throws a blanket over her legs,
and then ends up sleeping on the living room couch because he couldn’t make
himself leave. What if she woke up and didn’t
know where she was? He reasons with himself sleepily, and ignores why this
matters to him, why it bothers him so much that Lily might wake up and be
They try to pawn stuff at their
local pawn shop and, well, Sirius ends up pocketing a bunch of rare baseball
cards from the pawn shop, then trying
to sell them back to the owner. The rest of them bolt, and then draw straws to
see who has to go bail him out.
“I’m letting you know that you’re a
moron” says Remus, swinging the car keys around his finger and staring at a
sullen Sirius through the cell bars. “I’m only bailing you out if you give me
the ten dollars you owe me”
“No. I am in jail. I refuse to pay
you money while I’m rotting away in a cell.”
Remus leaves, and come back to the
apartment to see James and Peter rolling around laughing, while Lily talks into
the phone, sniggering “Yes Sirius I do know he left without you… well you do owe him ten dollars… oh don’t be so
ridiculous you can to remember your days on the outside, you’ve been in jail
for literally three hours… if you call yourself a jailbird one more time I’m hanging
up I swear”
“Shove it up your ass” She’s
jittery, bumping on her heels as he fixes the rope wire to her waist. His hands
are on her stomach, fingers over her hipbones. Jesus, is it cold in here? She’s
got goose bumps.
James stands up, hands on her
waistline. She can see the lock of his jaw, the smooth column of his throat. “Stop
worrying” he says and her heart is pounding so hard she might have internal bruising.
“I’m not” she lies. There is something
caught in her throat, she wants stand here with him very badly for as long as
human legs are psychically able to take weight.
“Oh god. I’m retiring. I’m fucking
retiring, Jesus, I can’t take this”
“How does one retire from stealing
Lily looks up, glares, and shoves
Sirius down into the sewer water. “We’re never robbing the Smithsonian again”
she says, as she waits for Sirius to stop coughing up human piss.
“We could do this you know” she
points at the paper. Everyone is looking at him.
“We’re going to get caught” he says.
She grins, and he forgets his entire
argument, where they are and what his name is. “Like hell we will”
(They get caught)
It’s a fucking museum job, and the details
are boring but it was raining and the walls were thicker than they thought and
the air vents cleared the smoke a lot quicker than they were meant to and then
there was Lily, standing with a $300, 000 painting in her hands with no cover
and in the same room as seven armed security guards.
He sees the whole thing in slow
motion, her, with the painting, the guards open mouthed. There is a split
second where the entire room is shocked, and all he can think about is how she’s
going to go to jail, and how hard it will be to never touch her again, to go
back to a life without Lily sitting on his bench with her feet in the sink smoking
Then, Sirius appears, with a gun
stolen from a distracted security guard, firing upwards into the skylight and
yelling nonsense. It’s raining glass,
pouring glass, there is a waterfall of glass in the room, and Lily drops the
painting and grabs his hand and then they’re running with Sirius in front and
there is so much yelling and his head is pounding and it is as if the entire
world has become a grey area, because for a minute there was an entire life
where he never saw her again and he is still shaking from it.
On the drive down the Mexico a week
later, after flying to California, driving to New York then flying up to
Toronto to lose the cops, Sirius is still ranting about it.
“I can’t believe, after everything, you’re
the one that gets to be famous. We discovered
you. We found you. We pulled you from the
gutter and it’s you that’s #15 on
MI6’s most wanted and have your own
logo on the news. Unbelievable. “
Peter hits him over the head with
the car map book, and Remus almost drives into the barrier he’s laughing so
“When we cross the border you have
to wear this” James says, pulling out an all-black ski-mask and waving it at her.
She stares for a minute, dumbstruck, then grabs his shirt collar and kisses him
so forcefully his heart forgets itself.
“I would rather go to jail than wear
that mask” she says once she’s pulled back, and his lip splits from smiling so
Thanks @jia911 for the fast proofreading. Previous chapters can be found HERE.
Honorable mention to @hurricane-jenn who was able to spot the reference between part 5 of The Journey and Part 2 of My Boys: Back to the Start. The similarity was Owen waking up with no memory of marrying Amelia and having the same impression he did on TJ: That she was crazy, impulsive and completely unbalanced.
Anyways, here we go!
Timeline for Part 6:
This one sets around 11x05 and 11x06. Owen and Amelia didn’t really have any relevant developments inside the hospital so I took a lot of liberties with this one. This is what I imagined happened between them offscreen!
The Journey – Part Six
Owen had just
finished his morning coffee when he heard loud thuds coming from outside.
Sneakily moving inside the small trailer, he bent over and gazed outside the
window, looking for the source of all that noise. It shouldn’t have surprised
him that the person who was cussing while repeatedly knocking metal against
metal was Amelia Shepherd.
“What are you
doing?” He frowned heavily at her, wondering why she was being so loud when it
wasn’t even seven in the morning on a Monday. “You’re going to break the car.”
He added with incredulity.
had the hood of a silver car open, while a nearly transparent smoke came from
somewhere inside the engine. It was obvious something was wrong. Owen noticed
an object in her hand, much similar to a wrench, and he wondered what she’d
been trying to do with it.
“Are you beating
up the car?” He tried to hide his amusement. “Trying to see if you hurt it bad
enough it will decide to work?” Owen added, openly teasing the logic behind the