#but i wanted 2 get more of a scoop on the masons and their story..

[metagalacticx]

drive-in movie date, dinner at a fast-food place at one a.m.

fictober day ?+1✨

this isn’t relevant to the story but: i miss them ❣️

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They’re barely two miles outside of Beacon Hills when Mason starts dozing off, head tipped against the glass and his scarf bunched up around his neck. 

He should be in bed.

If Corey were stronger, he thinks Mason would be. Curled up by his side and wrapped in his favourite blankets with a bowl of soup on the night table. But Corey’s developed incredible resistance to nearly every strain of Mason Hewitt’s persuasive techniques.

He knows Mason’s Mom would disapprove of him being out of the house with a cold, but Mason laid the facts bare and Corey couldn’t argue, especially with the sore throated raspiness he used to declare that he wasn’t really sick.

Fact number 1: this was the last weekend they’d be spending together for at least two months and they’d been planning this one for a while.

Fact number 2: Would you really want to leave without having a fancy dinner with me? I got all dressed up.

Fact number 3: you love me. 

There was something about the way he said ‘You love me’, like he was asking. Like he wasn’t sure the answer would still be yes.

Corey had scooped him in a hug and sighed. Because yes, he absolutely did. Does. Forever will.

So here they are on their way to a drive-in movie, Mason asleep in the passenger seat and rain clouds hovering above, fanning the flames of uncertainty and guilt roiling in Corey’s gut.

Mason shifts a few times, and Corey looks over with mounting concern, but his breathing remains stable.

Corey wants to wrap him in the blankets they brought, but he doesn’t want to pull over for that, so he toes the accelerator a little more firmly and tries to outrun the clouds.

They don’t make it. In that they do, but the clouds get there before them. Rain pelts the roof of the car, unceasing in its onslaught. The ground is punctured repeatedly and  left with widening puddles of silt. And just like that, the planned date is all but ruined. He’s a little anxious to wake Mason, so at first he just sits there with the car in park while his boyfriend snores lightly in the seat next to him. He bites his lip and stares straight ahead, hoping that the rain will ease enough for the event to be uncancelled. 

But they have no such luck.

When Mason finally stirs Corey smiles, loose and tender.

"What happened?"

"Sorry," he says, about everything. He figures no explanation he could give would matter anyway. He’s just sorry about it all.

Mason’s eyes go round and he straightens, looking around like he could find a spot to peek through the steady sheet of rain. Like he could see in the dark. "Oh... We can still do dinner, right?"

"We kinda missed the time…"

"How long was I asleep?"

Corey isn’t exactly sure but he thinks it’s pointless to fill in the rest of the story, because it doesn’t matter now. But he can tell Mason wants to, so he tells him about the rain and what time it started, how heavy it got. He tells him about the reservation and how long ago it was booked for. He checks the time on the dashboard and tries not to wince as he watches Mason’s face fall when he tells him how long he was asleep in the passenger seat.

"Sorry," he mumbles, and Corey doesn’t like it.

Corey wants to wrap him up, keep him warm. So he leans over the console and takes him in his arms. Mason sags against him and they both take deep breaths. On the exhale Mason coughs.

"You okay?"

He brings his hands to Mason’s back and rubs.

Mason hums and squeezes Corey closer. His forehead is warm against his neck, fingertips burning through his shirt.

"We should get you home."

Mason coughs again. "Can we get food first?"

Corey smiles, "Yeah. We passed a Wendy’s a little ways back. We could probably make it. But I think we should stop somewhere else and get you some soup."

"No soup," Mason groans. Corey chuckles because the protest devolves into a coughing fit.

"Your Mom wouldn’t like it if I didn’t at least buy you some."

"Fine," he drags out. "No chicken, though. That’s for sick people. I’m just having an off day."

#asks #teen wolf #mason hewitt #corey bryant #morey #ficx #i am also sick so maybe that’s why this happened but also i think they should be warm and cozy at all times and corey’ll make sure of that #also i’m sorry none of the prompt made it into the story but that’s just what my brain came up with #why does tumblr hate me #that’s not where i put the read more break lol and i’m scared to even check if a part of the ficlet got deleted……..

[a-hundred-jewels]

crime against cupcakes - ch1(of 2): The Precipice Of Sanity On Whence We Teetered

Ao3 Chapter 2

Summary: Youtuber CupKeiko uploads a new video early in the morning.

Words: 676

Tags: Batty Penderwick/Keiko Trice, Keiko Trice, Batty Penderwick, Original Ferret Character, Baking, Food, YouTube, Keiko Trice is a Food Youtuber, Jolene the Ferret, Batty Has A Ferret, they're in college, HAROLD THEY'RE LESBIANS, Lesbian Keiko Trice, Pansexual Batty Penderwick, look at me inventing all these new tags, This is very short

notes and fic under the cut

My first ever youtuber fic! Hope it holds up! Part two should be out sometime this month.

This is dedicated to Charli! Happy late birthday :) You're the most wonderous baker I know and one of my favourite people on the planet! Much love <3

Disclaimer: Not my characters. Even if Jeanne refused to acknowledge Keiko Trice as the Baby Gay she is. Sigh. It's fine. I'm fine.

Enjoy! And comment! Please!

It’s three in the morning and Keiko is filming a video in her kitchen. She sits on her counter, wearing a red “Fluent in Giada” t-shirt, and her hair is in a messy ponytail.

“So I should definitely not be up right now.” Keiko laughs. She can already tell this is going to be a long one. “But, I can’t sleep so I’m going to bake. And film. Maybe this is a bad idea.” She laughs again. “But anyway. Let’s fuck up some internet recipes.”

Keiko pulls out her phone. It had a pink case covered in different colored polka dots that she’d painted on herself. Her fingers wrap around the light blue pop socket with a mini lesbian flag sticker while she looks through recipes. “I’m feeling boring right now, so I think I’ll do cupcakes. Vanilla, so I can add lots of stuff.” Keiko pushes the pop socket back in and props her phone up between the counter and the wall.

“Okay, I’m all out of eggs, which means we’re using chia seeds. Y’all are lucky I’m weird and keep gelatinous chia seeds in my fridge at all times, because it’s not a quick process to get these twits to turn into gloop like you want.” Keiko pulls a mason jar out of the fridge and eyes the greyish substance inside it. “Yeah, this stuff should function.”

For the next few minutes, Keiko grabs ingredients. “For some reason, I only have a half cup of flour, which is honestly concerning, but we’re gonna make up the difference with pulverized cornflakes.”

The camera zooms in on her while she shakes cornflakes into the blender, focusing on her concentrated frown and the slight pout she gives when some of the cereal misses the container. Finally, Keiko turns the blender on, telling a story from her freshman year of college, when she got high and ate nearly an entire bag of flour. Some of the story is made unintelligible by the noise of cornflakes being crushed, but, as Keko says while staring into the abyss of cornflake dust, she’ll figure out what exactly she said during those times, and put it in the captions later.

As Keiko mixes up the batter, she narrates her progress. “The chia seeds are making some weird lumps with the cornflakes but that’s probably temporary,” she says while scooping up a bit of the batter to see how it’s going. “Maybe I’ll add some fruit in a bit,” she muses when she forgets to look where she’s going and bumps into a bag of apples mysteriously left on the floor. “Fuck, I think I forgot sugar,” comes when she sticks her finger into the bowl and licks it.

In the end, Keiko decides to replace sugar with molasses, which, she says, makes the batter weirdly thick, and warrants “the orange juice cure.”

“Honestly, we should all be surprised I’m still alive, considering my unique approach to baking,” Keiko says, while eyeballing the orange juice addition. She snaps a photo of the strange pools it makes on top of the batter, planning to show it in the video when she edits. “Time for some arm muscles,” she says, while mixing it in.

Once the batter is sufficiently runny (she adds some milk to keep the orange juice from making it too watery), Keiko crushes in some more cornflakes with her hands. “You’ve gotta keep a theme,” she advises the camera.

She says the same thing when adding cornflakes to the chocolate buttercream frosting she makes while the cupcakes are baking.

“And now, the moment of truth.” Keiko looks at the tray of nicely browned, if slightly lumpy cupcakes once they’re out of the oven and slathers the frosting onto the one that cools fastest. She takes a bite, makes a face, and sets it back down on the counter.

The video ends with Keiko rummaging through the fridge as the sun starts to rise outside the tiny window above her sink. She mutters, almost inaudibly, “This is going to need so much ketchup.”

the article where I found the tshirt that keiko is wearing in this

Initially I was going to try my hand at baking the atrocity Keiko comes up with in this and post a recipe, but Life Yeeted The Time Away From Me, so that's not happening atm. If I get around to it, and do perform the necessary procedure, then I'll be sure to add a recipe to these closing notes, just in case anyone else feels like poking God with a screwdriver.

#i wrote an extremely short fic about keiko as a youtuber #keiko trice #the penderwicks #penderwicks #batty penderwick #this is not very good but hey! its fun! #fictober #cameron writes

[zebrawuzhere]

Super cheesy Christmas movies on Netflix to make holiday AUs out of or just to watch

So, I ADORE holiday aus and these movies are just so fucking cheesy that they make great fanfiction. Also, even if you don’t write fanfiction, they’re great 1 am binge movies (I know from experience). FYI, these are all straight couple movies, buuuuutttt.... that’s what fanfic is for! Here are a couple of my personal favorites, and I’ll add more later. Please spread this across the fanfiction community, I want this to be seen! (Also, if you end up using these, please send me the links, I want to read them!!)

A Cinderella Story: Christmas Wish

Despite her vain stepmother and mean stepsisters, an aspiring singer works as an elf at a Christmas tree lot and finds her own holiday miracle. 

It’s basically a vine girl meets this rich boi and they’re like “ooh hoo hoo I like youuuuuuuu but i don’t know who you truly are hmmmmmmm”. It’s amazing.

A Christmas Prince 

When a reporter goes undercover as a tutor to get the inside scoop on a playboy prince, she gets tangled in some royal intrigue and ends up finding love - but will she be able to keep up her lie? 

These three are my personal favorites, they’re just.... pure fanfiction material. Like, royal AU, sass, a cousin who’s a bitch, and plus.... two sequels!!

A Christmas Prince 2: The Royal Wedding

A year after helping Richard get to the throne, Amber is about to become his wife. But is she really made to be queen? 

(Spoiler alert: she isn’t) This one... is great. All of them are great. But, weddings are really hard to write (at least in my experience), so...

A Christmas Prince 3: The Royal Baby

It's Christmastime in Aldovia, and a royal baby is on the way. Amber and Richard host royals from a distant kingdom to renew a sacred truce, but when the treaty vanishes, peace is jeopardized and an ancient curse threatens their family. 

This one is cool because there are 2 plots, the baby and the cuuuuuurse!!! Fun!!!!

The Knight Before Christmas

A medieval English knight is magically transported to present-day America where he falls for a high school science teacher who is disillusioned by love. 

This one makes a truly fantastic AU, I mean, time travel?? Her not believing the knight and then he disappears, and she’s like “oh shit he was telling the truth oh well, now I can’t tell him so sad alexa play all by myself” then poof poof love love ahahaha

Christmas with a Prince

Pediatric specialist Tasha Mason is focused on keeping the kids in her ward as healthy as possible. But when the handsome Prince Alexander Cavalieri breaks his leg on a nearby ski-slope, Tasha is forced to allow him to secretly get well on her floor, and she's furious that a spoiled Royal is interrupting the precious healing time her kids need. Soon, however, Tasha learns that some tough love and a lot of Christmas spirit could turn this royal pain into a knight in shining armor. 

Medical AUs, let’s go!! Plus, childhood friends, a crush spanning like 20 years, what’s not to love?

Holidate

Fed up with being single on holidays, two strangers agree to be each other's platonic plus-ones all year long, only to catch real feelings along the way.

Welcome to cliche-land! Complete with people thinking they’re weird, fake betrayal, love confessions loudly in-front of other people, and their family members shipping them. This basically is me, but without the romance.

Hometown Holiday

Krista is starting this New Year with a new business and a resolution to be more selective with who she dates. When Krista meets Ryan Rourke, an entertainment lawyer from LA, the two really hit it off. Ryan is in her hometown to sign a local rancher turned viral signing sensation as his new client. Now with Krista also in Rust Creek, maybe there is more of a reason to stick around. Both are holding onto things from their past and are forced to make some decisions if they truly want to be together.

A flower person, and an Entertainment guy meet-cute, what’s not to love??

Christmas Wedding Planner

Wedding Planner, Kelsey Wilson, is about to have her big break: planning her beloved cousin's lavish and exclusive wedding. Everything is going smoothly until Connor McClane, a devilishly handsome private investigator, shows up and turns Kelsey's world upside-down. Hired by a secret source, Connor quickly disrupts the upcoming nuptials but wins Kelsey's heart in the process.

OOH HOO HOO DO I SMELL DETECTIVE HOLIDAY AUS?? MY FAVORITE!! No, but seriously, this movie is greaaaaaaaaaat.

A Christmas Catch

A small-town policewoman falls for a suspected diamond thief at Christmas time.

Aw yiss more detective aus. This one is great because it’s just so fucking awkward, with the detective constant being watched and told what to say, as well as Sir Oblivioso.

The Holiday Calendar

A struggling but talented photographer inherits an antique holiday advent calendar, the contents of which seem to predict the future. Will this magical calendar lead her to love this holiday season?

Oh yeah, magic au, with them not believing it and constantly denying it, and I mean the romance isn’t the best, but oh well.

Midnight at the Magnolia

Longtime friends and local radio hosts Maggie and Jack fake it as a couple for their families and listeners in hopes of getting their show syndicated.

Fuck yes, the “we’re pretending to be lovers, when we’re just friends trying to deny our desire to actually be lovers” au! Woohooooooo!!!

Christmas With a View

Secret aspirations between a failed restaurateur and a celebrity chef threaten their blossoming Christmas romance.

Ah yes... the classic chef au. Lovely.

Christmas Inheritance

To be the CEO, an heiress is challenged by her dad to deliver a Christmas letter in person to his ex-partner in their hometown - traveling by bus, incognito and with only $100. Will she learn something from the people there?

Basically, weird, spoiled rich girl meets this guy who’s just trying to be nice to her, but she’s like “i don’t know how to survive ugh daddy help me”

Holiday in the Wild

Jilted by her husband on the eve of embarking on an African safari, a woman travels to the continent alone where she meets an elephant conservationist.

Divorce, wounded elephants, meet-cutes, what’s not to love??

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #netflix #christmas #christmas au #holiday #holiday fanfiction #netflix is my only consolation #trigger warning: cringe #this is so cheesy oh my god #destiel #stucky #sabriel #johnlock #ineffable husbands #hannigram #drarry #holiday au

[alovevigilante]

George Carlin: Trix, are for kids.

Kari: Well, Mikey likes it.

George: That’s life. My point exactly.

Kari: What is this in reference to exactly?

George: Cereal.

Kari: why are we discussing cereal? I was politely drinking my coffee, and keeping to myself...

George: you forget, you think ass thoughts, so I’m here, to interrupt your negative flow.

Kari: what was I thinking about?

George: ass.

Kari: I was?! I didn’t even realize I was entertaining that.

George: Kari, you’ve been entertaining ass all this time and you don’t even know it...

Kari: I do? Is it amused?

George: very.

Kari: well then, I guess that’s good?

George: are you happy right now?

Kari: not particularly.

George: then it’s not good.

Kari: right. So, you’re saying that you interrupted my flow, with cereal. Why?

George: couple of reasons: 1. It’s breakfast time, and I’m hungry.

Kari: I’m not.

George: yeah, i noticed.

Kari: ok, well, what’s the second reason?

George: you don’t even realize it, do you?

Kari: probably not. What is it?

George: you are now, alone, and talking to yourself. And I’m not ok with it.

Kari: why not?

George: cause you have a friend waiting to invest in you, and you’re ignoring him.

Kari: I am?!

George: yes.

Kari: ok, who is it?

George: your son. He wants you to talk to him about silly shit. And you are sitting here, wallowing in your old energy of career woes.

Kari: I was?! I’m talking to him!

George: yes, but not fully. So, go give your full attention to him! Watch his Cookie Monster make shit in his food truck even though he’s a monster, and he lives on a street with weird animals that talk, and people who don’t think that’s at all unusual.

Kari: I’ve always wanted to live there too..

George: I know. You’re weird too.

Kari: yeah. So I’ve been told and thought of that way...

George: besides, you’re entirely too filthy to live there because of your ass talk.

Kari: maybe I could live with Oscar... He’s pretty filthy too.

George: no, he already lives with Chong. Besides, Frank oz has banned you from there for life because of your nut bag naughty talk.

Kari: oh... ok. Well, dreams are not all they’re cracked up to be sometimes anyway, I guess.

George: your dreams aren’t you. You create them. Do you think you’d really be happy living on Sesame Street?

Kari: no, I’m pretty ok not doing that.

George: right. So, be cool where you are, and then once that happens, you can move on up to the east side. But before you do that, you have to be cool, with you.

Kari: oh shit. I’m never going to be the Jeffersons, ok?! I’m going to be working on this forever.... I feel like I’ll never get there.

George: well, you won’t if you sit on the internet writing about how you won’t, and avoiding engaging in your present moment which is where you are physically right now in your three dimensional reality.

Karl: good point.

George: it’s why I’m here.

Kari: ok, well, bye for now, I guess.

George; I’m coming with you. There’s nothing going on on here without you. I’m done with the sifting through sexy illustrations to entertain the few who dig them.

Belushi, John: I’m not!

George: yes, we are.

Kari: ok, well, let’s go.

John: noooooooooooooooooo....

George: yes.

Kari: I’m tired.

George: Leave us here then.

John Belushi: yes!!!

Kari: ok, cool. See ya whenever.

Richard Pryor: (to George) listen, she is my pal, ok? I’m not cool with her leaving us here to be ourselves on the internet. I’m not ok with that. Ok?! So no. And I’m mad. And I’m sad. And I’m not going to take it anymore. And I’m going to hold my breath and turn pink and beige and purple and cry and scream and joke and get my dick caught in my fly, and pee on my radio I walk around with, and discuss taboo subjects that most women wouldn’t go near with a ten foot dick asshole combo pole, cause she and I are cool, ok? So leave it be, George!

George: ok, Richie.That’s the reason why she’s upset. This energy she’s writing, is us man, ok? It’s not her. That’s the reason why she’s yelling every five minutes about famous people that she has a slight, marginal interest in.

Kari: that’s actually not true.

George: then why are you yelling?

Kari: ok, well, a few reasons. 1. I’m Italian, so it goes without stereotypical saying, 2. I’m mad, because you guys won’t shut it, and mainly 3. Because these are the NUT BAG MOTHBALLS that made me want to go into the entertainment field to begin with.

George: why does that make you mad and yell?

Kari: because I need a job, and I’m now the laughing stock of Hollywood because of my ass writing! And now, I feel the need to go back to school, to make myself into something I’m not, to get paid in a job that I’m not qualified for, ok?! No. It’s not ok. I’m not ok with it!!! I’m pissed that I decided to chase a dream that didn’t pan out, and didn’t fulfill me, because I found out too late, that I didn’t invest fully, in believing in myself. I listened to what everyone else thought about me, and I swallowed it. I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere, because I felt like I wasn’t accepted or liked. And that completely fucked me up. I’m still like that. And instead of caring about myself, and supporting myself internally, I changed my career, and spent our nest egg on being a designer for an exhibit that I couldn’t pull off for various reasons with help from my husband and a handful of others, trying to prove myself to people and the world at large that I was worth investing in, and that they themselves, were also worth investing in. I just have nothing to go back to... Sigh... It’s a longer story than war or peace...

Belushi, John: or this story you’re telling now...

Kari: Belushi, I’m not in the mood. I will string you up by your grubby lil toes and wave your ass all around Chicagoland because I don’t leave my city often, and display you in the next thanksgiving day parade here, on state street, next to the second bozo which isn’t too shabby but he’s no bob bell which he literally isn’t, and svengoolie, who should be in the parade, but isn’t! Ok?! So start with me again, poop bucket! I’m not in the mood to scoop your shit today, ok?! Yeahhh! And now on top of all that, I have to tend to you cause you’re a pain in my ass, I have to go back to school which I don’t have the dough or energy to do, I’m going to be over 50 before I can have enough credits and credentials so I can prove to society that I’m qualified to be a professional something or other, and I’ll be in the hole another hundred grand at least, and no, autocorrect, I’m not bitter, I’m sad, and lost, and aggravated, and done with all of this.

Belushi, John: pft... women...

Kari: I’ll give you women, ok? You take away the w in women and that’s what you’re gonna get from me in about 5 milliseconds ok? The Omen! Ok?! And not just because I have my lady time, ok?!!? Just start running now.. run for the Hollywood hills...

Belushi John: ha! The jokes on her, she’ll never go there...

Kari: I will go just to pin you up by your asscheeks, and go to verbally pummel the douche that made the “Jeff” meme go viral. But, my neighbor’s name is also Jeff. Do check out HIS good shit, cause he’s an amazing guitarist... just sayin... so shut your pie ass flap mouth butt jerk fach John Belushi head!

Belushi, John: No! Now wait a minute! Wait just a cotton pickin John candy corn minute...

John candy; No.

George: see Richie?! That’s why we can’t do this anymore... This shit is out of control.

Richard: ok, Kari, I get all of this, ok? I really do. Listen, we all got a good thing going here, ok? You’re like a man that looks like a woman, and you’re fun, and we can say our shit, and talk about the shit, and be the best of us without getting bashed by the critics, and no one gives a shit, ok?

Kari: But they do give a shit!!!

Richard: but do you?

Kari: I guess I do....

George: yeah, that’s what we’ve been working on thinking ourselves out of. Where have you been, Richie?!

Rick James: cocaine is a hell of a drug...

Richard: So let’s stay here and be cool, Kari, ok?! You’re as honest as fuck, ok? And that’s really honest. And we can work it out together, ok? And you won’t talk shit about bill Murray anymore cause Harold Ramis decided that he’s no fun anymore anyway.

Harold ramis: it’s true. Bill Murray is no fun anymore anyway.

(George turns back to Kari.)

George: Kari?

Kari: right. Scene.

George: no! Kari. You! Just fucking finally be ok, with you! You are also, this, in a way. And you know it. You’ve just never been brave enough to trust it, or let anyone see it! So bring it back around.

Kari: how the hell can I do that?! This shit went all over creation, ok?! I don’t know how to bring it back! We went from negative subconscious thoughts to not spending time with my son who’s taking to me about Cookie Monster and Swedish pancakes or something cause I’m half listening and not present writing you goofballs, to living with Oscar and Chong in oscars garbage can on Sesame Street, and then Richard wants to stay and yell about his sore dick without people being pissed about it, and Belushi, John wants to weed though dirty pics for the rest of my life....

John: I do, I really do...

Jackie mason: and Richard screams like a kid, that’s turns all shades of colors cause he’s pitching a fit, and she is a visibly labeled a white woman even though she doesn’t define or identify herself like that, but people don’t know where she’s coming from, so they potentially think she’s a racist and a lunatic cause they’ve never met her before, and she’s talking more shit than Steve Martin did as Navin r. Johnson in the jerk, and everyone accepted that shit, and she’s also talking like dead and live celebrities! They don’t know her from shit, or shineola, and yet they avoid her like she is shit, because of all of this! And Harold ramis called bill Murray a sad sack of potatoes the other day, and her only 2 points of reference to zets him are ghostbusters and meatballs! And she’s sick of it! Ok?! I’m done too! We all are! How many times can she talk about meatballs the movie in her life?! There’s a limit! And if there isn’t, there should be! And I’m even done with the meatballs, ok?! And that’s saying something! It is!!!! Cause I’m not Italian, but I normally love meatballs! And people are like, “why the hell is she talking about that movie meatballs? It’s 700 years old!” And moreover, most people are like, “what the hell is she talking about cause I’ve never even heard of the movie meatballs ever!!!” Ok?! So no! No to all of this!!!! And you don’t need an optigrab to see THAT! (Put the emphasis on the single syllable, THAT! Please read this stage direction out loud. Didn’t? Go back to the beginning of this scene, and do it all over again. Thank you- the management... read this part too... out loud. Yes.) oy. She’s a real nus pilke!

Kari: How the hell do I put a button on this nut ball scene?!

George: Kari, it’s breakfast time. Ok? So go eat.

Kari: righto.

Arthur Spooner: you owe the king of queens 7 zillion dollars and ten cents for the use of the word, “righto” as residual payment for quotes.

Kari: put it on my tab.

Steve Martin: ahhhhh yessss... your TAB.... (Steve paces around in silence for effect) You, mrs. Smartyshortlessbutyouareshortsoyes, owe me, the very abundant Steve Marin, THI-RTY big ones.... yes!!!! Thirty whole CENTS, for the shineola and optigrab reference, NOT to mention but I will because I always do, the use of the word tab, because I, Steve Martin alone, featured it in the jerk the movie, back in 1979, which I can’t remember, because I’ve been too obsessed with blue grasses for the last umpteen years! So yes, mrs. Keillornopantscausetheygowayupyournetherlandsnevertoreturnagain, I’m mad at you, a woman I don’t know about and have never met and don’t want to cause I’m a very busy and important star, yessss, and I hate you, even though all the aforementioned shit, and shineola, which I can say without crediting or paying myself, or I can’t, check said THAT! Not to mention that now I am a big time master class leader teacher, which puts me next in line to be the Pope of comedy not funny, erase it, no, and you are a grammatical mess, with your run on sentences and lack of proper punctuation...

John Cleese and Eric idly watching in agreement: quite.

John Cleese: I also teach a masters class in comedy.

Steve Martin: .... Which means yes to me, and yes to John Cleese, but no, to you, Kari keillor, for your ass talk. And if Carl Reiner was here, he’d say the same thing, only with a wink, and a gotcha!!!! Mr. serious Steve Martin, which I am, cause I forgot who was talking, so stick THAT in your pipe, and smoke it, lady!!!!

Joe Tex: 🥸🎶 He GOTCHA! 🎶

Kari: oh duck....

George: go now, before it gets worse.

Kari: ok, fine! I’ll put a button on this shit myself!!!! Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes are grrrrrrreat!

Tony the Tiger: you owe Kellogg’s 10 cents bitch...

John: man, that tiger is an assss!

George: listen Kari, feeling grrrrreat is a bit too lofty of an energy from where your at right now in this scene to be able to maintain it. Try for a bran cereal. That’s the next best energy for your mood, and it’ll help you to eliminate this shit.

Kari: ok. Plop, plop, fizz fizz oh what a relief it is...

George: close enough.

Scene.

P.S. I do love ALL my ladies of comedy. Yes, all... including the men.

This monologue/scene, is written by me, and for no one but me. I’m pretty sure it will now ensure my demise in the entertainment industry, and most likely go down, as the worst piece of shit, ever written. I will now go, and search the want ads, and forget all about this.... hopefully.

Appendices: I found 2 potential job leads. Fingers crossed 🤞....

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Chapter 10: A Real Guilty Feeling

Hey everybody, here's chapter 10! But, unfortunately, it'll be the last chapter you see for a while. I need to take a break from writing for a while, do something else and recharge a bit. Maybe also knock out some drawings too while I'm at it.

Current timeline is looking like this: Couple of weeks without writing, and then maybe build up a bit of a buffer of chapters for <i>Outside</i>. But first, I'll be working on episode 2 of <i>Happy Times at Handeemen HQ</i>. Y'all are starting to show an interest in that, and I wanna put something new out for it.

If you want to keep updated, or even just see what I'm drawing, you can follow my art Tumblr here. Also check out my YouTube, in case of livestreams or speedpaints!(Am I plugging my own stuff too much?)

Whenever I'm ready to start posting again, I'll make sure to leave an announcement on here.

I'll see y'all later.

When Will got home, he dumped Stacy's stuff and scout on the couch. He then pointed out his locked workroom, and told her that she was never to go in there no matter what. That done, he left her to her own devices, and went off to bed. He took off his shirt and jeans, then crawled under the sheets. The last thing he did before passing out was shoot off a message to the group chat about how DnD Night was canceled until further notice.

When he woke up, far too few hours later, it was to a light weight on his chest. He stared at Scout for a moment, then picked her up and dropped her on the floor, rolling onto his front. He grabbed his phone, squinting at the too bright screen. Several messages were in the chat, and he sighed as he opened it up and scrolled to the top.

Masonary: um, excuse me?! i asked for that day off u can't cancel!!! somebody better be dead! D:<

Blooming_Stitches: Mason, shut up. We don't know what could be going on.

drWEED420: ugh, stacy. I told you to call me.

Masonary: y would stacy need to call u sam?

Masonary: is it because she hacked ur account and changed ur name again?

 drWEED420 has changed their name to DrSamIAm

DrSamIAm: no but it is something we'll going to talk abaout.

Will_and_a_Way: Stace is in the hospital for infected surgery stitches

Blooming_Stitches: I'M SORRY WHAT

Masonry: dude i was joking about som1 being dead

DrSamIAm: goddamit stacy

 DrSamIAm has left the chat We're ALL Idiots Here

Masonry: ok first of all what happened to stacy

Masonry: second who changed the chat name again?

Blooming_Stitches: lol

Will sighed, the went into his phone and pulled up his drop box, where he'd sneaked the file into a while ago. He hesitated briefly, then sent it to the chat. Stacy could be mad at him later, but he was too tired to think up a cover story for her right now.

 Will_and_a_Way posted a file in We're ALL Idiots Here

Masonry: ?

Blooming_Stitches: !

Will_and_a_Way: read that if you guys want to know what happned.

Will_and_a_Way: I'm going back to sleep now try not to kill each other

He clicked his phone off, dropping it to his mattress and letting his head fall on his pillow. Within seconds he was back asleep, completely oblivious to Scout Jumping back on his bed and climbing onto his back. She curled around the small Kirby toy, using it as a pillow as she settled back into sleep herself.

()()()

When Will woke up again, it was to a light weight in the center of his back, right below his shoulder blades. He huffed, glaring at the wall. He took a deep breath, then heaved himself up with all his strength. As predicted, Scout was catapulted off, and he quickly got out of bed, heading to the kitchen.

He made himself some toast, checking his phone on the way. The group chat was mostly just full of the various reactions from Lisa and Mason. Sammy had come back at some point, going on a rant about what Stacy hadn't told him.

He read over the various comments as he  ate, able to tell where they were in the document. Unsurprisingly, Mason finished it first, and Lisa was intent on meeting Scout. Sammy had told her Scout was nothing special, which Will privately agreed with. He finished the back reading and, seeing as nobody was online at the moment, locked his phone again. He picked up his toast and moved into his work room for the time being, deciding to get something done.

It was easy, really, for Will to get lost in his work. Dissecting the "toys" he brought home, taking them apart and recording it in his notes. He was currently working on the body of the head he'd been looking at last night. The brown, fuzzy thing was strapped securely onto the table, the front having been sawed apart and spread open.

He shifted through the innards, making careful, detailed notes about what was in there. He would compare them to the stolen blueprints later, figure out what was supposed to be in there and what wasn't. For now, though, the intention was to make a catalogue of parts.

When his phone alarm finally went off, signalling it was lunch time, he straightened up with a sigh. He pulled off his rubber gloves and, making sure the straps on the table were tight, went out to the kitchen. He made himself a simple sandwich, eating it in the kitchen as he glanced through the group chat. Mason and Lisa were on and currently discussing things, but Sam hadn't been on again since his rant.

He lurked a bit longer after he finished his sandwich, then got up to go back to work. On the way through the living room, he paused when he saw Scout sitting on the couch. She was curled up in the corner, Kirby plush on her lap as she stared at it. Even as a Puppet, he recognized the look on her face as one Stacy had often worn in the first year after her mother had died.

'Why the hell do I feel so bad for that thing?' He sighed, rubbing at his face. Making a snap decision, he went over to his DVD shelf and pulled out The Iron Giant.  He turned on the TV and player, then loaded in the movie, skipping the previews. When he reached the main menu, he selected play and dropped the remote near Scout. He then left, heading back towards the basement and his work.

Scout watched go, staring silently after him as he once again disappeared behind the locked door. She didn't even try to follow him, instead settling in to watch the show he'd turned on. With any luck, it would be violent and/or funny enough to take her mind off of things.

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'That is the saddest shit I have ever seen...' She sniffed, rubbing at her frustratingly dry eyes. 'I can't believe he let himself get blown up like that. What the fuck.' She rubbed at her eyes some more, then tried to figure out how to choose a different show. When she couldn't figure it out, she threw the remote down in frustration. 'Fuck it! Where's Will?'

She Jumped from the couch, heading over to the locked door. She peered in the crack between the door and the floor, but couldn't see anything. She could hear, however, and what she heard were power tools. The sound sent a shock through her system, dredging up unwanted memories of Riley's lab. She drew back, then jumped onto a nearby table when the noise stopped. Thinking quickly, she opened the drawer that was there and tried to pretend that she had been going through it.

Will came out of the room a minute later, wiping his hands with a dirty towel. He glared when he saw what she was "doing". "What the hell are you doing? Get out of there!" It wasn't quite yelling, but his voice was definitely louder than it needed to be. Scout suppressed her fear and scoffed.

"Fine. There wasn't anything but batteries in there anyways." She slammed the drawer closed, feeling a small, petty joy in how the contents rattled around when she did. She watched him cross to his bedroom and, when he'd closed his door, opened the drawer back up in order to snoop for real.

Batteries, keys, some weird plastic clips, and other odds and ends she didn't have words for had been organized neatly in the drawer. Working quickly, she shuffled everything around even more, then shoved a handful of what was sitting on the table into the drawer. She then closed it again and sat back as innocently as she could, tilting the shade of the lamp next to her. When Will came back out, now dressed in different clothes, he sighed and fixed the shade.

She watched as he gathered up a couple of things, then came over and grabbed up a set of keys she hadn't dumped into the drawer. There was a pause, or maybe more of a hesitation, and then he scooped her up and left the house, ignoring her protests.

"Hey! Hey lemme go! H-mmph?!" He easily covered her mouth with one hand as he locked the door. He made his way to his car, not letting her go into he'd climbed in and dumped her in the passenger seat. "What was that for?!"

"Okay, here's the deal." He told her, ignoring the question. "We're going to go see Stacy. To do that, we have to go through a whole hospital full of people. And you will be quiet and good the whole time, or you will be going out the nearest window."

"We're going to go see Stacy..." That was the one thing she had really comprehended. Her Host was alive, Scout knew she had to be. If she wasn't, then the Puppet wouldn't have long to-

It didn't matter. She didn't matter, not after what almost happened. Not after what she almost did, accidentally or not.

She was jolted out of her thoughts as Will started the car, realizing belatedly that he'd continued talking to her. She hoped he hadn't noticed she wasn't paying attention. Whatever he'd been doing behind that door, she did not want to become his next patient.

In the silence of the car ride, Scout easily lost herself in the thoughts swirling through her head. The most prominent were thoughts of guilt, knowing she was to blame for this and wondering where she had gone wrong. Maybe she hadn't tried as hard as she should've to subjugate her Host back in the Studio? Or maybe she shouldn't have stayed with her after they escaped. Maybe she should have left after making sure Stacy was okay.

'Maybe I should leave anyways.'

She missed it when Will parked, only noticing when he picked her up. She let herself stay limp, though not so much out of compliance than a desire to try and keep working on the plan that had come to mind.

Vaguely, she was aware of the clean white halls Will was taking her through, as well as a nauseating smell that reminded her of Riley. A few other unclaimed Hosts like Will, though wearing clothing that, again, reminded Scout of Riley. She watched  those ones carefully, just in case. She may not like Will, but Stacy did and she didn't want something to happen to him.

Will came up to a door, opening it and peeking inside. Scout tried to look, but could only see the very end of a weird looking bed. Whatever he saw he seemed to like, as he fully entered the room, kicking the door closed behind him and approaching the bed.

"Hey Stacy." He began quietly, and Scout felt her stuffing go cold at the sight of her Host in the bed. Her normally warm brown skin was several shades paler, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She was mostly upright, though leaning heavily against the pillows behind her. The scariest thing, though, were the several tubes connecting her to various machines by the bed.

Scout felt another cold rush of guilt when she saw how Stacy's eyes lit up when she spotted them. She waited for her to say something, anything, but the Host didn't speak, instead lifting her hands to use that weird hand language.

"She can't talk right now." Will translated. "She had to be intubated and her throat still hurts. But, for some reason, she's happy to see you." He sounded annoyed by that, and Scout couldn't help but be confused. Surely Stacy knew about what she did.

'Unless she doesn't.' The Puppet realized. 'She doesn't know shit about how it works. She had no idea what I almost did to her.' Somehow, that didn't make it any better.

Against her will, she was handed over to Stacy so Will could go set down the bags. Stacy hugged her tight, and Scout couldn't help but curl up in her hold, clutching at the weird shirt she was wearing.

She ignored the humans as they talked, or rather as Will talked and Stacy did one handed signing. Instead she stared at the tubing connected to Stacy's arm, watching the clear liquid slowly drip it's way into her body. She didn't know how long she stared for, but she must've dozed off at one point because she suddenly became aware of her hair being stroked.

It couldn't have been too long, as the room was still bright, though she couldn't hear Will anymore. Instead there was a quiet, steady beeping that matched up with Stacy's heartbeat. It was relaxing, and brought up memories of when Scout had first woken up, all those years ago. Before she'd been made to take part in Riley's "tests", or found that TV. Even before she'd met her siblings and learned who and what she really was. Those first few moments when it had just been her and Daisy, enjoying the gift of life.

She almost wished she could go back to that point. Things were so much better back then, when her world consisted of Daisy's sewing room and her siblings. When she didn't have a Host to worry about accidentally killing, or her own people coming after her.

But she wouldn't have to worry about that for long. If her plan ended up working, Stacy wouldn't be in danger ever again.

#outside #fanfiction #hello puppets #stacy stein #scout #will carson

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Howdy... Max?!

f you haven't yet watched the season 2 finale of Roswell, New Mexico, stop reading right now. Go watch it (or hibernate in an alien pod until you can) and then come back here to hear what series star Jeanine Mason (Liz Ortecho) and creator Carina Adly MacKenzie have to say about that shocking final moment.

After a season of heart problems (romantic and literal), threesomes(!), abductions, and plenty of family drama, the second season of the CW extraterrestrial drama came to close on Monday night, sidestepping a literal explosion but still managing to make our minds explode. Yup, in the final moments of the episode, Max (Nathan Dean Parsons), Isobel (Lily Cowles) and Michael (Michael Vlamis) arrived in a cave that housed an extraterrestrial cage containing another alien who looked exactly (plus an impressive beard) like Max! Is it an evil twin? A doppelgänger? A dark part of Max himself?

We asked MacKenzie for the inside scoop and all the other insight on the twists and turns of the final episode. Plus, Mason dishes on Liz's decision to leave Roswell and Max behind.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Let's start at the end. Can you tell us anything at all about Mr. Jones a.k.a Other Max?

CARINA ADLY MACKENZIE: Nathan wasn't working a whole lot at the beginning of this season and we decided we're going to put him to work double next year. I will say, it's been in the works for a while. That scene with his hand on Nora's shoulder was one of the first scenes of the season that we shot and it's one of the last ones that you see, so we've been building to it. I'm excited to tell the story of Mr. Jones next season.

I mean, I'm sure you can't answer but I'm going to ask anyway: Is he a twin? A doppelgänger? Some alien then we haven't heard of yet?

MACKENZIE: Yeah, I'm not going to answer that question. I'm starting a year of my life of trying really hard not to answer that question.

Were you excited at the idea of two Maxes when you first found out, Jeanine?

JEANINE MASON: Yeah, our minds were blown. What I love about the character of Max is he's all things good, decent and righteous and now to turn that on its head and make him all the opposite things... I'm excited for Nathan to have that as an acting exercise and I'm so excited to support him through season 3. Also, for fans, it's going to be really jarring and disorienting, and anything that requires us to watch more attentively and sit on the edge of our seats, and really question the things we know to be true, I think is so smart and exciting and engaging. I'm also interested to see how and when Liz will find out. She's also a prime person to be taken advantage of and duped by it.

"Howdy, partner" was such a great last line for the season. Was that yours, Carina?

MACKENZIE: That was me. I felt like it was the correct mix of amusing and menacing and Mr. Jones is going to be really fun to write because that's sort of where he lives: between amusing and menacing. Nathan loves that beard. He walks differently when he had it. His whole vibe changes. He becomes this like silver, bartender guy, who I don't know.

We saw Liz decided to move to California at the end and Max chose not to follow. Why is their relationship failing right now?

MACKENZIE: Max has had secrets his entire life. He's a very, very, very good liar because his entire life he's had to lie to everyone who loves him and he hasn't yet learned how to be a true partner to Liz. He makes a lot of promises and doesn't follow through. That said, Liz's ambition is overwhelming to her and what she's doing with the alien DNA is unethical. It's not right. In her mind, it's "I'm taking a risk, but I could possibly save so many people." In his mind, the risk is too great. You don't just get to mess with somebody else, even if she's saying it's not hurting anyone. There's this moment in the fight where she says, "I'm not hurting anyone," and he just looks at her with this searing look and it's like, no, she is. They're hurting each other. I think that politically right now, they are on opposite sides of a major issue that affects both of them. We wanted to tell a story in which the conflict in their relationship just comes from the two of them. It's not about Diego. It's not about California. It's about Liz and Max and they're not able to align right now. They love each other so much, but sometimes that's just not enough.

Jeanine, did you feel like Liz was doing the right thing by leaving for now?

MASON: I felt certain that this was what was right for Liz. I was just grateful to our writers that they wrote her in a way that feels, to me, real and mature and actually indicative of a 29-year-old woman who says, right now, this is too much and I need my space. I need to reclaim my agency and I need to go. There's a sense with them and their epic love, the energy of Max and Liz, that probably plays into her being okay with saying, right now is not the right time. I can believe that maybe it will be later because we found each other after ten years before.

Speaking of breakups, Michael and Maria (Heather Hemmens) also ended things in this episode. Can you explain a little more of Maria's thinking there?

MACKENZIE:  I think that Maria's reasoning comes from not wanting to hold anybody back and not wanting to hold herself back. She's made Michael a lot of promises. She's promised that she isn't going to leave him alone and she realizes that she can't keep a promise to herself while also keeping a promise to Michael. In her mind, she's in this difficult situation in which she's watching the man she loves go racing to save someone else that she loves, but then wants her to stay out of the fray. Rather than spend the rest of her life fighting about that, she's just got to let him go. It's kind of heartbreaking. I really loved that scene. Both her actors did a phenomenal job. They both called me and were like, "Wait! Why?" just freaking out. Sometimes I think you have to take a big step back and look at the bigger picture and the bigger implications on your life. We're not telling stories about high school kids. We're telling stories about people that are almost 30 and they're looking for life partners and I think she realizes that he's not hers and she's not his.

I have to ask about Alex's song. Did you write that, Carina?

MACKENZIE: I wrote it with Leslie Powell and Charlie Snyder and I'm super proud of it. My cut of the royalties are going to The Trevor Project, so I'm very excited for people to finally hear it. There's lots of little throwbacks in there.

How has it been having both Shiri Appleby and Jason Behr on set this season?

MASON: I mean, so wonderful. One of the biggest gifts from this job is just how it's a family within a family within a family. That's a really unique experience to get to have and one that's been positively received by the fans, the original fans and fans of the book series. Then also on set, it's fun to see the excitement on our faces of them coming in and joining forces. There's this feeling of disbelief sometimes where I'll look over and I'm just marveling at it. I told Jason like a year ago I was obsessed with Colin Hanks. We'd been joking about it and I was like, "So, now we're at a point where if I saw him at the grocery store, I could tell him we're friends? That could be my intro?" Now he says he's trying to finagle something. I don't know what, but I'm going to die.

The show does so well at being relevant and part of the conversation. Is there one scene, storyline, or interaction your most proud of this season? The scene with Liz and Max in the diner in the penultimate episode where Liz tells Max, “You don’t get this. That’s not your fault it’s just the reality of our experiences,” really stood out to me.

MASON: It's our favorite thing about the show and that we're supported, to be honest, and have our eyes open in that way is such a gift. It's just amazing the timing of last week's episode, alongside these conversations that are happening about Black lives matter and how much they do. It was so powerful. I think that's the kind of stuff that the universe is able to reward you with, when you do something that is right and you're willing to have a conversation that maybe everybody else is dancing around a bit. It was powerful for me to sit there and work on those lines and load them up with all the feelings that I do very much share about, I can love and emphasize with you and you can love and emphasize with me, but you have to understand that it's nothing negative to say that you're not going to ultimately understand. That doesn't mean you can't be an ally.

MACKENZIE: In the current climate, I'm really grateful that we get to ask questions and have tough conversations about race and privilege and misogyny and all of these tough conversations that we're able to reflect on. We just sort of live in that world. Seeing what's been going on in the world lately, I've just been very proud of our show and that no matter what we're going through as a society, I feel like we have been asking relevant questions during our time on Roswell. It makes things feel a little bit less trivial.

Can you tease anything for season 3?

MACKENZIE: The interesting thing is that before we took our extended break, we were planning on a season about racism in the police department. So during the break, we're doing a whole lot of thinking about how we're going to take a look at our plans with new eyes.

~ EW

#roswell new mexico #rnm 2x13 #rnm spoilers #jeanine mason #rnm press #roswell new mexico s3 #carina mackenzie

[adorable-american]

So... I rewatched otgw and started looking at fanart and was reminded of bipper... and I've spent the last day and a half looking at #billdip help.

Also, I have an idea for the billdip mafia au, so course

(Mostly a human au)

(Edit: ok so, I had no idea what was happening until I typed it all. I was gonna mostly put the idea and hope a more experienced writer could take on the challenge bc I don't feel my mafia expertise is good but... well... I ended up typing some story bits so sorry if the third person/ first person switches are random and difficult to follow along with)

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Bill is a criminal kingpin and afraid of nothing and no one, he is married to Dipper but since Dipper is almost a hazard for his line of work, he keeps his marriage secret. You cannot find a record of their marriage since Bill has the judge on payroll, Dipper (now older) uses his real name, Mason Pines-Cipher instead of the old childhood nickname. So, if anyone hears Bill say "'Pinetree' or on rare occasions 'Dipper'" they just figure he means another random thug. Mason, is completely oblivious to the nature of his husband's true work (because he wouldn't approve) and lives a very normal life as a doctor. He has seen Bill's office which is the front for his true dealings. The office is a nice space at the top of a skyscraper in Seattle. The business front is actually a realtor firm, where he takes advantage of the information and uses dilapidated/condemned/empty houses and buildings for his private matters. But because of Mason's odd work/call hours he often has long shifts and stays tired so he hardly notices the shady things that happen around their home, or the coming and goings of strangers at the wee hours of the morning.

Bill is also a very loving husband who brings his favorite doctor lunches and sits with him during his breaks so that with their crazy schedules they know and still make time for each other.

The only people who know about Mason is a very small circle, it consist of 2 people actually. Bill's chauffeur and another doctor that Bill pays extra to watch out for Mason at work. And because Bill separates the two lives so carefully no one can figure out his weaknesses and use it against him.

Until... dun dun dun!

Bill is kidnapped by a rival!

Mason sitting at the hospital cafe he waits for his husband to bring him their lunches but when he doesn't show Mason becomes irritable, mostly because he is hungry and never carries his wallet out of routine, but also because Bill will not answer his phone and he is stressing out about it, to the point he calls the realtor office and checks the ER. After his shift at the office he quickly drives home and searches the house and goes to the police to file a missing person's report (he forgets to eat and gets highly cranky with the officers.)

After leaving the police station, a black unmarked car follows him home. He is taken in the middle of the night while asleep, he wakes to find some smelly thug in his face and that he is strapped to a chair. (Still wearing his scrubs because in all his stress and overworked body he passed out before changing or cleaning up.) The thug smacks a crowbar against his palm. Threatening to Mason before telling him that he better answer their questions or he'd get the 'crow'. To which the thug steps back and Mason can now see the man standing behind him, the rival mafia boss. "So, who are you?"

"M-mason.." he says, his heartbeat becoming erratic and his breathing quickening with panic.

"Last name?"

"Pines...-Cipher" he hesitates before adding the hyphenated portion. He wasn't sure why, but he was very scared to death.

"So, how do you know One-Eyed Bill?" The rival asks because no one knows Bill's real name.

Mason's face contorted in a confused manor having never heard the name before. And as he hesitates too long the thug brings down the crowbar, smashing Mason's knee.

As Mason screams and cries the boss asks again. "How do you know him?"

"A-are you talking about my husband?" Mason exclaims, chest heaving. The image of his loving husband, an eyepatch hiding the injured eye from long ago, the injury that caused them to first meet... Bill had been quite the charmer. Even after his eye was removed, he denied prosthetics in favor of his new aesthetic. He would visit the hospital and wait in the cafeteria until the handsome doctor showed up. Everyday he waited, until eventually he learned Mason's typical schedule/routine, then he would show up only for lunch and sit with the doctor. Until eventually Mason gave in to his former patient and accepted his request for a date.

The boss and thug give each other a side glance. The boss smiles, making Mason even more scared as he moves closer, getting very close to Mason's face. "You mean to tell me that the notorious One-Eyed Bill, is married to a very cute doctor and his real name actually is Bill?" The boss pinches Mason's cheek and spins the chair around. Behind him the whole time was Bill, his shirt was ripped to shreds, cuts, bruises, and bloodstains littered his body as he wore a masked expression upon seeing his husband now in the same situation as himself. The very thing he worked hard to prevent, being undone... by Mason searching for him.

Mason lurches forward despite being tied to a chair, he wants so badly to help his husband, to bandage him up and nurse his wounds. "Please, I'm no threat to you! Let me help him." The rival boss thinks for a moment, smirking as he has the thug retrieve Mason's medical bag. (Stupidly, they grabbed it with Mason thinking it was Bill's briefcase) The thug dropped the case in Mason's lap and untied him. "Alright, but you have to get to him yourself." The rival said, leaning against Bill's chair and watching as the doctor with a smashed knee crawled with the heavy bag over to Bill. Tears rolling down his eyes in pain. Bill gives him an "I'm sorry" look, his own mouth tied shut with a handkerchief. Opening his bag Mason searched for something to sterilize the open cuts and bandages to cover each one. He pulls himself up into Bill's lap and sets to work. The rival boss unties the gag and questions Bill instead, this time when Bill doesn't answer or tries to lie Mason takes the punishment. Him being yanked by his hair and thrown to the ground, dropping all the bandaging and sterilization wipes.

"Gag him and hold him." The rival instructs, the thug does as he says, gagging Mason and picking up the young doctor rather haphazardly, his large tattooed hand around Mason's throat. Slowly tightening until Bill gives up locations for his operation. He looks over to Mason who has tears in his eyes, letting his gaze drop Bill can read the disappointment all over his husband. By the time, the rival has Bill's locations checked out, Bill knows he has now lost fortunes in investments but that won't stop him from destroying this guy. Because as they agree to finally let them go, hurt, broken, and Bill disgraced. Bill can feel the old powers course through his veins. Its not until they physically knock Mason out that Bill can retaliate. His eyes begin to glow yellow, his pupil turning into a slit as blue flames flicker to life, burning the bonds around him. His body healing itself. He stands up. The rival and thug's eyes widen in horror. Bill snaps his fingers and the both of them burn alive in the blue fires. He was in fact a demon but no one knew, he even had been playing games with these humans for so long he had forgotten what it was like to be beat in his own game, and forgotten the feeling of his power.

After the two burned alive Bill wasn't with the decision to cut his loses and start over else where or cheat and wipe the minds of his rival's thug's. Looking down at Mason, however, he wasn't sure what to do. He pressed his hand gently over Mason's knee, healing the shattered bone before moving up to his head, he couldn't wake him like this, for the mind was much too fragile but, he could see inside his husband's mind. And repair the damage that way but again, he wasn't sure he wanted that either. So he scooped up the handsome doctor along with his medical bag and teleported them home. Dropping the bag onto the kitchen table he carried Mason to their bed laying him down and played his least favorite game, the waiting game.

Once Mason awoke he jolted upright in the bed, fear immediately consuming him as he looked around, screaming for Bill and quickly checking his leg.

Bill was at his side in seconds, calming him down and reassuring him they were safe now. Once Mason calmed down Bill had told him everything and told Mason his options. 1) they could runaway together and start over 2) Bill could fix it all with a snap or 3) They did the first option and Bill would force Mason to go with him should he decide that he wanted to leave him.

Mason raised his hands in defense telling Bill to slow down and let him process.

Mason ends up requesting number 2 but that they be a couple of nobodies who aren't missed and ditch town in favor of traveling the world in search of mystery and adventure.

#billdip #bill cipher #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls #Mason Pines-Cipher #dipper pines

[jocazep]

In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 2

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader 

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

Author’s notes: So after a bit of tinkering with the outline, the entire series has been retitled In the Whole Wide Train, and going forward each chapter will have a title as well.

Taglist is also opening starting from this chapter. Please shoot me a note if you’d like to be tagged.

Series Masterlist | Read Chapter One - Doing Right

Chapter Two - Keeping Habits

Funny how sometimes the right thing could feel...so wrong.

You picked the two pieces of wood Timmy had scavenged from around the section and placed them on either side of Doris’ bandaged hand. The elderly woman let out a hiss of pain.

“Sorry Doris.”

Earlier at noon, when the guards came in with the protein blocks, they asked for a violinist. After some hesitation, the old couple that Tanya introduced to you walked up.

“Excuse me, sir. My wife and I played the violin in the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I was the first chair.”

“Do they usually pluck people up to the front like this?” You asked Edgar as you inched up towards the front of the protein block line. Ever since he heard about your Mason story, he’s taken quite an interest in you.

“Yeah, these bastards with their steak dinners and their string quartets think they own us.”

“We’ll be different when we get there.” Curtis said behind you.

You raised your eyebrows at Curtis. Progress. This is the first time they mentioned their plans of revolting in front of you. Even though it’s really an open secret in the Tail Section. Maybe the little run-in last night wasn’t all bad.

Curtis caught your look, “What?”

“Nothing. Just wondering how long it’s been since you washed your face.” You diverted the conversation with a slight dig.

“Look around, you’re the exception here.” Curtis fired back in a rare moment of levity, “And in a few more days you’re gonna look like this as well.”

“What, I’m gonna grow ten inches and sprout a full beard?”

“All kidding aside, Jo, water is scarce here, and soap even more so,” Curtis returned to his serious demeanor.

Edgar was quick to add on, “You really gotta kick the habit of washing your face every day.”

“Man, you two make it sound like a drug addiction.”

The three of you reach the front of the queue. You scooped up your block of squishy sustenance and started to walk back to your bunk, when suddenly a struggle broke out behind you--

Wham! One guard had knocked Doris to the ground with his rifle. While another guard ordered everyone to sit down.

“What the--” You wanted to go help Doris but a strong grip on the forearm held you in place. Your head snapped back to see Curtis sitting on the ground next to you.

“Sit down. Edgar you too.”

Edgar was not convinced, “You can’t just let them--”

Around the three of you, everyone else obeyed, not a single question asked. This almost seemed a natural occurrence.

Curtis tugged at your arm again, “Now’s not the time.“ Behind you a loud stomp and a shriek from the woman--the guard crushed her violin-playing hand. You jumped slightly at the noise.

But Curtis was right. And so, you sat.

As you gingerly tied the ad hoc splints around Doris’ broken hand, you wondered if the previous surveyors had ever witnessed such a thing, or if you were just unlucky.

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Edgar whistled as he leaned against the door to the only bathroom in the Tail Section. A man walked up to him, wrestling a little boy with him. Edgar shook his head at the man. A few bunks down, Curtis watched the exchange while chewing on his protein block.

“Hey it’s our turn to wash now. Whoever’s in there should wait their turn like all of us!” The boy doesn’t seem so eager for his turn, Curtis thought.

“Hey, hey, hey! She’s sewing up Doris in there. Keep this up and the next person she sews up will be you! “

The door opened a slit and Jo popped her head out. The man gripped the boy with one hand, and reached to pull the door further open, but Edgar blocked him. The boy was still trying to get away.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Curtis tensed and took a few steps closer--he knew better than anyone how easily a small friction could turn into an all-out brawl here. But before he could reach the scene, Jo puts a hand on Edgar’s shoulder.

“It’s OK, I’m done anyways.”

Jo led Doris out from the dingy bathroom, the horrible gash on her nose now patched up. The man muttered something and walked in. Curtis shook his head, somewhat in relief. Edgar really needs to learn to take it down a notch sometimes.

He thought back to the incident earlier. Edgar was almost ready to fight the guard if he could. So hot blooded. Then there was Jo... Curtis didn’t know what to make of Jo yet. Could she be the “help” that the red letters inside the bullet casing promised? Or did she just happen to be exiled at this moment in time? But there’s something about her, something besides her medical experiences, and let’s call it her naiveté for lack of a better word, there’s something about her that made her stand out, made his thoughts keep returning to her.

“Please, Jo!” The excited chatter of children pulled Curtis from his pensive state. All the young kids, Timmy included, had cornered Jo and were asking her about life in the front sections.

Curtis stepped closer, interested to hear what Jo had to say.

“Did you like it in the front sections?”

“Oh, heavens no, that’s why I came to be with you!”

A girl, she must be only four or five, tugged at Jo’s sleeve, “What’s it like there?”

“Well, in the front sections everybody has their own room, and...”

“What’s a room?” Timmy asked.

“A room is...” Jo picked up Timmy and put him on her lap, “You know how we all live in this big section?” Timmy nodded.

“Well a room is a thousand time smaller, and you are the only one living in it.”

“That’s lonely.” Another kid said.

“That’s right. You wouldn’t be able to play with your friends, all...” Jo counted, “all eleven of you. And you will have to brush your teeth--”

“Noooo!”

“Scrub your hand--“

“Ewwwww!”

“Wash your face, every day!” Jo’s eyes found Curtis when she said that. Curtis couldn’t help but smile.

Wow, really? He mouthed.

Jo cocked her eyebrows. Her plump lips curved upward, as if to say “yes really”. Their eyes held for a moment before she returned her attention to the children.

“Curtis!” Curtis ripped his eyes from Jo and sought out the voice calling him. It was Edgar.

“Gilliam wants to see her.” Of course.

---

"He's just behind the curtains. We’re almost there.” Curtis said as he led you towards Gilliam’s quarters.

*At long last. *You fidgeted with the notebook concealed beneath your layers of clothing to make sure it wouldn’t fall out as you walk.

“So, who’s Gilliam?”

“He’s the one running things around here,” Edgar chimed in beside you, “But he’s grooming Curtis--”

“Edgar, enough.” Curtis said as he lifted up the curtains to let Jo through, “Stand watch, this won’t be long.”

“Aww I thought I would be able to come in—" Edgar whined a little but did as he was told.

The first thing that greeted you was the giant W seal on the wall once your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Even in the Tail Section of the train, Wilford must announce his complete and utter control over the Snowpiercer.

“Hello there,” A raspy British voice sounded from behind the shadows before Gilliam, his cheeks hollow, his hair disheveled, his eyes cloudy in his old age, “Come sit down.”

Gilliam pointed to a handful of what used to be pillows on the ground. You obliged.

“Curtis will you give us a second please?”

Curtis nodded, “Just call me when you need me.”

Gilliam waited until Curtis had walked well out of earshot before whispering to you, “So, that notebook hurt at all when you sit down?”

“Not one to beat around the bush, are you?“

Gilliam chuckled, “When you’re as old as I am...” He lifted his left arm, and you were shocked to see a steel hook in place of his hand. He tapped the hook on the upturned crate. “Let me see what you have so far.“

You pulled the notebook from under your clothes and opened it for Gilliam, “Need a light?“

“Oh, I can quite manage, thank you dear.”

Gilliam made small noises as he read your observations. Meanwhile, you took the time to look around the room again. Upon the wall was pieces of newspaper, parchment, notebook pages, broken pieces of what remained of the world before. He even had a couple of bronze statues scattered here and there, serving as book stops or clothes hangers. But your eyes kept coming back to Gilliam’s metal appendage. What happened there?

After a while Gilliam closed the notebook, “So when are you going to tell Curtis?”

“All in good time.” You weren’t exactly lying there. 

“Now, forget what you were sent here for, and tell me. Do you think Curtis is up for what he must do?”

A quick look outside told you that Curtis had returned, and was standing with his back to you, engaged in some kind of discussion with Edgar. “Edgar thinks he’s the second coming. Well he’s not that, but I think he might surprise himself when the big moment comes.”

For a moment or two, Gilliam was lost in his own thought. Then suddenly, he called for Curtis, “Curtis will you join us? And bring Grey.”

As you scrambled to hide your notebook, Curtis walked in with another man in his early twenties, his eyes round and sparkling with an unidentifiable fire. This must be Grey.

“As I was saying, Jo you can come here any time to read what scraps of book I have.”

Message received. You picked up what looked like a ripped half of a book and told Grey you would return this later that same night, before leaving Gilliam and Curtis to their revolt planning.

Later that night, in the magical hour when the whole Tail section has fallen asleep, you finished scribbling in your notebook, and climbed down from your bunk and went into Gilliam’s quarters. Grey spotted you pretty much the moment you got out of bed, but he let you in without a word. Leaving you to wonder, does he ever talk at all? Gilliam was fast asleep, so you tip-toed to the giant W insignia on the wall, and slowly pushed it in on the right side--

The seal slowly spun to reveal a telephone. You reached out to pick it up, but your hand wavered mid-air.

Inhale. Exhale. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. This is it. You could hear your heart beating in your eardrums. It shouldn’t be this nerve-racking to you--it’s not like you haven’t made reports as a surveyor before, but this one, this goes straight to Wilford.

By the time you realized Gilliam had woken up, he had heard most of your report. You hung up the phone quietly and spun the seal back into place before turning to him.

“So, he wants to know how many young children there are.”

You nodded.

Gilliam sighed, “Well, I suppose we’ll find out why soon enough.”

You said good night to Gilliam and walked back. When you got to your bunk, you found a small clump of cloth sitting on top of a scrap of paper on your pillow.

The note said, “For your addiction.”

It would be really funny if someone gave you Kronole as a welcome gift, you mused as you picked up the cloth bundle and shook out its content--

A tiny piece of soap fell into your hand. It’s the thinnest, most fragile looking piece of soap you had ever seen. It’s virtually transparent. But at least you get you keep your habit for a while longer.

#Chris Evasn #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #Curtis Everett Fanfic #Curtis Everett x Reader #Curtis Everett #Snowpiercer Fanfic #Snowpiercer #chris evans x you #Curtis Everett x you

[puckngrind]

Skating Lessons part 9

Summary/note: So I deleted half of this and had to rewrite.  The story line is the same...but I’m still sad I messed up.  Dudes date/girls pedis out.

Warning: adorableness

Word count: 1888

Series Masterlist

Before Josh leaves in the morning he tosses a jersey on the bed.  “If you want to wear this today I wouldn’t be mad.”  You open up the jersey to see Anderson on the back.  It’s the 3rd jersey so it’s different than Mason’s home one and you eye Josh who has a bashful look on his face.  

“I’ll think about it Babe.”  You lean up to kiss him and Josh laughs into you.

“I’ll see you tonight after the game okay? I gave my mom your number just incase.”  Josh pulls you up from the bed to plant a kiss on you again.

Before Josh leaves in the morning he tosses a jersey on the bed.  “If you want to wear this today I wouldn’t be mad.”  You open up the jersey to see Anderson on the back.  It’s the 3rd jersey so it’s different than Mason’s home one and you eye Josh who has a bashful look on his face.  

“I’ll think about it Babe.”  You lean up to kiss him and Josh laughs into you.

“I’ll see you tonight after the game okay? I gave my mom your number just incase.”  Josh pulls you up from the bed to plant a kiss on you again.

You once again park at Josh’s and walk over.  Your seats are planted firmly in the middle of the family section.  You see many of the wives and girlfriends you saw at the last home game you went to.  Natalie turns around from her seat to greet you and say hi to Mason.  Before the boys skate out the Andersons and Amy Jones find their way to the seats behind you.  Mason stands up to talk Michelle’s ear off and pulls his jersey up to show Amy he in fact has his Seth Jones shirt from Christmas on under his Anderson jersey which makes everyone around you bust out laughing.  When the team skates out Josh, Boone, PLD, and Seth make their ways to wave at Mason.  Josh holds up his fingers counting down by 3 and both him and Mason do their secret signal.

“So, that’s why he keeps doing that.  I’ve seen it every game.”  Michelle leans over to you and you look back to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, Josh and Mason came up with it awhile ago during a skate.  Mason does it in our living room.”  You pull out your phone to show her the video you’ve sent Josh.  Michelle and Amy awe over the adorableness of Mason’s video.  

“Momma, Momma, Momma!”  Mason tugs at your jersey and you turn around to see Mason dancing round looking up at the screen.  Sure enough the camera had landed on him and he was in heaven.  You wave and then the video cuts to Josh shooting on the ice.  You gulp and Amy places her hand on your shoulder.

“So pedis tomorrow, you ready for some girl time?”  Amy distracts you and you are thankful for it.

“I sure am!” Michelle chimes in and you shake your head to agree.  

The game goes well.  Michelle took Mason to get popcorn between the 2nd and 3rd period and Amy climbs into his seat.  Gary was engrossed in a conversation with the man next to him.

“You are doing well with this.”  Amy pats your leg and you look down to try to control your blush.

“I don’t feel like I am usually.”  You honestly tell her as the boys come back out to warm up.  

“It comes with time Honey and you’ve got time from what I see.”  Amy points as Josh makes another pass fully keeping his eyes on you and only you.  Your heart skips a beat.  He had a way of making you feel like no one else was in the room even when you were in a stadium filled with tons of hockey fans.  

The buzzer sounded and the boys won 2 to 1.  You grab Mason’s hand and head to see Josh.  In the elevator you see Mason tug at Gary’s vest.  Gary looks down, “So what was Josh like when he played hockey at my age?”  Mason had the most serious look on his face and then lets out the biggest yawn.

Gary leans down to Mason’s level, “I’ve seen video of you skate and he wasn’t as good as you are now but promise you won’t tell him, okay?”  He winks at Mason and stands back up when the elevator doors open.  Amy nudges you as you take in the moment.

Rounding the corner that leads to the locker rooms you here Mason shout Josh’s name and before you can grab him he takes off.  Josh is standing in the hallway being interviewed...with a camera.  Josh holds up his finger to Mason without skipping a beat in the interview and grabs his hand.  The interviewer finishes and heads into the locker room with Amy on his heals.  Josh scoops up Mason and they are chatting when you make your way to his side.  He pulls you in whispering how much he loved you then places a kiss on the top of your head.  You say goodbye to his parents and Josh grabs your hand to head to the car.  Pulling out of the drive was easier than the first time.  Josh has his hand on your thigh and you are rubbing your hand through his hair.  

“I’m not sure what they said on television about you and Mason but he was adorable dancing on the big screen.”  Josh squeezes your knee and your hand stops moving.  

“What do you mean...television?”  You gulp.

“Well Dubi pointed up to the screen when he saw Mason and I had to look away when they moved out to show you.  Too distracting.”  He breathes out a laugh and continues, “well normally what’s on the screen is what is on the televised broadcast.  They usually just talk about the game and our stats not what they are actually showing.  No worries.”  He moves his hand up your leg as he waits for you to process.

“So are you two staying the night?”  He doesn’t break his eyes from the road.

“Yeah, I thought it would be silly to go home just to come right back.  Our bags are in the car.”  You stare at Josh and see the corners of his mouth turn up.

“I was hoping you would say that.  I’m looking forward to our dudes day tomorrow.”  His eyes flash to Mason and hand squeezes your leg.

“It’s a big step, you know, keeping him....”  You jump out of the car to help Josh get Mason inside.  

“Yeah, but I think we got this.”  Josh leads you into his place and you two tuck Mason in to his guest bedroom then retreat to his room.

You wake up to laughter and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.  Slipping out of bed, you find one of Josh’s shirts and shorts he left out and head towards the noise.  You take in the moment.  Cartoons on in the living room, Mason standing on a chair leaning into Josh who showing him how to scoop the bread out of the french toast mix.  You grab a coffee and lean in to see.  Josh places his hand on the small of your back and a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Momma, we wanted to make you breakfast before your girls day out.”  Josh continues to help Mason and Mace shakes his head in agreement.  “So go ahead and get ready so we can finish this.”  he leads you out of the kitchen and you catch a glimpse of Mason in full concentration mode as you head down the hall.  You quickly get ready and join the boys at the table.

“So I left a key on the counter for you in case we go down to the Mile or something so you don’t have to wait.  Also, there is a package being delivered while I’m on the road. I was hoping you could bring it in for me.”  Josh doesn’t look up from his breakfast.

“Yeah, I think I can handle that.  What’s the package?”  You ask and Josh just smirks at you.

“Oh you will see.”  As he stands up to answer the door.  Amy busts in the room with her arms wide open.

“Let’s go get our pedis on (y/n)!”  She engulfs you in a hug as Seth greets you and finds a place on the couch.  Mason quickly joins him to catch up on the episode on the television.

“Have fun babe.”  Josh kisses you and you nod into him.  “Us dudes are sure going to.”  With that Amy practically pulls you out and to her car.

Michelle greets you at the nail salon with mimosas in hand.  You settle in and immediately Amy is taking pictures and videos.  You laughed so hard at Amy and Michelle’s banter that your side hurt.  It was so good to just be around women.  Then Michelle puts her hand on yours, “So do you really love him?”  Her simple question has a lot of power behind it.  You look down at your empty glass and look back at Michelle with water welling in your eyes.  

“I do.”  You breathe out.  You absolutely loved Josh but telling his mother was a big deal that weighed on you.

“Well I can tell you I’ve never seen my son so in love with someone.  He loves you more than hockey and baseball.  He loves Mason just as much.  It’s something special you two have.”  She pats your hand again and releases it so you can wipe the tear that started streaming down your check.  

“Well Shell, I’m still mad Seth didn’t see her first.”  And with that Amy got you laughing again.  “Let’s go round up those boys of ours huh?”  You said your goodbyes to Michelle and followed Amy back to her car.

Josh didn’t answer your text about coming home but you thought Mason must have had him running around.  As you enter his place you take in the surroundings.  You see a knee hockey goal set up in the hallway and a giant blanket fort around the couch. Seth is sitting in the chair playing a video game.  You scan the room again but you don’t here or see Josh and Mason.  You eye Seth who points under the blanket fort.  You bend down to see Mason asleep on Josh’s chest.  You snap a picture and here Josh clear his throat.  

“Did you just post that?”  He groggy voice and rubbing of his eyes proves he was napping too.  

“I mean it’s adorable...unless I should delete it and post my cute pedi!”  You wiggle your toes at him.  

“Progress.  I like it.”  Josh gives you a smirk.  You say goodbye to Seth and Amy.  Thanking Amy again.  Then crawl in the fort snuggling into Josh’s side as he shifts Mason to put his arm around you.  Kissing your slightly he asks about your girls day.

“Your mom told me that you love me more than hockey.”  You look up at Josh.  He smiles simply and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“She’s 1000% correct.”  He kisses you again and you snuggle into his chest with Mason.

#josh anderson #my andy man 77 #skating lessons fic #columbus blue jackets #rewrite because i'm not smart all the time

[xswestallen]

Protection: chapter 3

WestAllen bodyguard AU

The fallout of Iris’ exposé on a gang with political ties makes her a target. She thought the death threats would stop, but they only turned into real attacks. After an attempt on her life, she needs someone to protect her. The Flash is the only one up for the job.

In this AU, Barry and Iris don’t know each other. But, Iris still wrote about The Flash and he still saved her on a number of occasions.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2)

Chapter trigger warning: mentions of drug addiction and overdose

A/N: This chapter gets quite dark. Iris confides in Barry her feelings about Francine's addiction and death. There is nothing graphic, but it is emotionally intense. I got emotional writing it. Addiction has effected my family, and I think I got a little too personal at times, so I edited this a lot. That's why it took so long. Sorry for the wait.

Achieve of Our Own

Iris woke up feeling cold. She opened her eyes to an empty space beside her in bed. Humiliation filled her as she remembered the previous night. Her paralyzing fear and her longtime infatuation with The Flash, compelling her to ask him to lay in bed with her.  

‘How awkward he must have felt.’ Iris thought to herself as she dressed. ‘He wanted to say no and I didn’t give him a choice.’

The sounds of coffee machine echoed into Iris’ room. She knew The Flash was in her kitchen and she’d have to go out and face him, apologize to him. As she gripped her door knob, she took a deep breath, inhaling strength. From across the living room, she could see The Flash sitting down for breakfast. He saw her too and smiled a little too politely.

“Good morning.” Iris chirped.

He’d just taken a large bite of his waffles, leaving him unable to say anything in return and creating a silence more awkward than Iris was preparing herself for. She scurried into the kitchen and started making her own breakfast at the counter behind The Flash’s chair.

‘It will be easier if I don’t have to look at him.’ She decided.

“So, uh- About last night…”

As Iris spoke, she heard The Flash pushing out his chair a little so he could turn to face her. She scrunched up her face in emotional agony knowing he was looking at her. She couldn’t look back. Instead, she pretended to be very interested in watching the coffee maker fill her mug.

“Iris-”

Before The Flash could say anything more, Iris began babbling out an apology.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked you to lay with me. You’re already doing so much to keep me safe and I made you uncomfortable by insisting we lay in bed together, which is so weird. I’m sorry.”

“Iris,” The Flash said, a hint of confusion in his voice. “It’s ok.”

She didn’t believe it.

“You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not.”

Iris felt The Flash walking up to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, eliciting her to let out a breath. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. A shiver shot down her spine. The feeling gave Iris the confidence to turn her head towards him. She glanced from his soulful eyes to his baby pink lips.

“I’m here to protect you, Iris. I’ll do anything you need me to for you to feel safe.” The Flash assured her.

His words meant everything to Iris. He was so sincere, so selfless, it made Iris want to cry. She’d never meet anyone who cared for her this way. Her heart was on cloud 9.

The Flash continued, “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I knew there was nothing, uh- Nothing umm- You know, sexual about it. Safety only.”

Iris’ heart sank.

“Right.” She agreed. “Totally platonic.”

Iris reminded herself that she didn’t really know this man. He was just a masked hero who went out of his way to care for everyone like this, she wasn’t special.

"I meant what I said, I'll lay with you every night if that's what you need to feel safe."

Iris smiled feebly.

"Thanks."

The Flash went back to his breakfast.

“Take your time eating. I’ll run you to work, so you’ll be there right on time.”

“Thanks.” Iris sighed.

Iris hadn’t been back to CCPN since The 75’s attempted to assassinate her. She refused to take the time off her editor, Scott, had begged her to. There were more articles to write.

The aftermath of her expose left the city in chaos. Iris was planning to do a piece on the ramifications of this massive political and social scandal. She was going to see this story through, as she’d quickly become the city’s most trusted journalist.

The Flash ran Iris to front entrance of CCPN. He opened the door for her. With uncooperative shaky legs, she walked in. The newsroom erupted in applause.

The sudden noise spooked Iris a little. She jumped and ended up with her back flush against The Flash.

“Sorry.” Iris whispered another apology to him. “I guess I have to get used to this if I’m going to be walking around with you.”

The Flash smirked.

“They’re not clapping for me.”

Iris furrowed her brows. She knew her fellow reporters were impressed by her story, but she didn’t expect this kind of greeting. With a shy smile and a pageant queen wave, Iris went to her desk.

Things settled down. The sounds of keyboards, pencil sharpeners, and printers were the background noise Iris did her best work to. She wrote while The Flash sat behind her, browsing magazines and old editions of Central City Picture News. The day flew by. By the time Iris looked up from her work, it was dark.

“And, done!” Iris announced when her article was complete. She rolled her chair back to be closer to The Flash. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I think I’m caught up on every newsworthy event that’s happened in Central City since I was born.”

He handed Iris her bag and they got up to go. They passed Scott and Mason Bridge on their way out.

“Hey, if it isn’t the lady of the moment.” Mason said.

Iris rolled her eyes. Mason was always giving her a hard time, but she knew deep down he was proud of how far she’d come.

“Looks like the student has become the teacher, Bridge. Better come up with a scoop soon to steal my thunder.”

“Tomorrow’s edition will have one of his grimmest stories.” Scott told Iris. “I was just telling him it’s too dark for the front page.”

“It’s the biggest news of the day!” Mason insisted.

“What is?” Iris asked.

“Three overdoses in Central City park last night. All students at the University.”

Iris gasped. “Oh my god.”

“It’s that new drug, Vertigo. Stuff’s straight poison.” Mason huffed. “I know they were young, but they must’ve been idiots, throwing their lives away like that. They had a chance to be something other than druggies.”

Scott nodded in agreement.

“Like I told you, I’m not losing any sleep over it. They did it to themselves. But, it’s still not a front page story.”

“I know a couple of addicts offing themselves isn’t too glamorous, but it’s a slow news day.”

Scott chuckled.

“Sorry, Mason. Your junkies are going to be behind whatever Iris was typing up.”

Iris was having an out of body experience. Physically, she was standing there in CCPN, but, emotionally, she was in Central City Hospital at her mother’s bedside. The voices of Mason and Scott were muffled by the sound of her mother saying ‘I love you.’ for the last time.

“Iris?”

The Flash touched her arm, pulling her back to reality.

Iris felt cold yet suffocated at the same time. She didn’t look at Scott or Mason when she excused herself and sprinted out the door.

The Flash of course, caught up with her.

“Iris, what’s wrong?”

She was hyperventilating. With every breath, she felt more light headed, a vicious cycle that only made her breath heavier.

“I’m ok.” Iris muttered.

When she tried to walk, she stumbled. The Flash caught her. He kept his arms around her, apparently fearing she’d fall again if he let go.

“Iris, I think you’re having a panic attack.”

She didn’t have enough breath to deny it, so she sank into him, allowing his steadiness to ground her.

When Iris had calmed a little, The Flash wiped her tears away with his glove.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“It’s ok. Did you see something or hear something that scared you? Something that made you think The 75 were close?”

Iris shook her head.

“Actually, it had nothing to do with them. It was, umm- It wasn’t them.”

The Flash looked worried.

“Do you want to talk about what it was?”

Iris didn’t know the answer to that. She pressed her lips together and thought. She’d confided in The Flash before, but they’d never had a truly personal conversation. Because he didn’t give her any details of his life out of the suit, she didn’t talk much to him of her own life.

Iris and The Flash knew each other, but in a strange way. They knew how the other thought and felt, like they knew each other’s soul. But, they barely knew anything practical about the other.

“My mother was addicted to drugs.” Iris said flatly, deciding in the moment she would talk about it.

The Flash was taken aback.

“Oh. Uh- Umm- I’m sorry.”

“When I was little, like, really little, I called 911 because she’d left the stove on while she passed out. My dad was one of the cops who responded.”

“That must’ve been scary.”

“It wasn’t.” Iris corrected. “I don’t remember any of that. I also can’t remember my dad getting my mom into a rehab program, or the day she disappeared from the rehab place.”

The Flash’s eyes narrowed as he listened.

“My mom ran away. She my dad, me, her whole life. My dad looked for her at first, but then, but it’s hard to search for someone who doesn’t want to be found. He decided it was best for me that I forget about who my mother really was. He told me she’d died.”

“He lied to you?”

“All my childhood. He would tell me stories all the time about how amazing my mother was. How caring, attentive, and wonderful of a mother I had. Basically, all the things my mom wasn’t.”

“How did you find out the truth?”

Iris choked on her tears.

“She came back. About two years ago, she just came back to Central City and found my dad. So, he told me the truth about her. Her addiction, how she left us, and how she’d gotten clean not long after leaving us. Just in time to raise her son, my brother, Wally.”

Iris paused to collect herself. The Flash stared at her, soaking in the story.

Iris continued, “I forgive my mom for leaving. “But, there is still this part of me that I’m afraid is always going to be hollow because I didn’t get to grow up with my mom. Part of me that asks why I wasn’t worth getting clean for, but my brother was.”

Iris wiped more tears on her shirt.

“I love my brother. I do.” She asserted. “Meeting him was the best thing that ever happened to me. I also know that he didn’t get to grow up with our dad, which was be just as bad. I don’t want to feel like this forever, but I’m scared it’s never going to go away.”

“Have you told your mom?” The Flash asked.

Iris shook her head.

“No. She died just a few weeks after she came back into my life, this disease called MacGregor's Syndrome.”

The Flash was now crying too.

“I’m so sorry Iris.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just, the things Mason and Scott were saying…” Iris clenched her fists. Just thinking about their words made her furious.

The Flash hugged her.

“I get it.”

“My mom didn’t do that to herself. My dad didn’t really lie when he told me she was sick, she was. She was sick!”

“I know.”

Iris took a deep breath, letting go of her anger.

“I’m sorry for breaking down like this.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” The Flash assured her. “I’m here for you.

“Yeah, you’re already my bodyguard, you shouldn’t have to be my therapist too.”

“I’m here to protect you, Iris. Physically and mentally.”

Iris smiled.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

“I’ve never told anyone all those thoughts I’ve had, about my mom and my brother.” Iris confessed. “I didn’t get the chance to tell my mom, and I could never tell Wally, because it wouldn’t be fair to him. My dad, I could never tell him how I was feeling, it would just make him feel guilty.”

“You kept all that pent up for two years?”

Iris nodded.

The Flash brushed her hair back.

“You’re even stronger than I knew you were, Iris.”

Iris giggled. She didn’t feel strong in that moment, but she could see his sincerity.

“It’s funny, I feel so connected to you, Flash, to the point where I can tell you things I’ve never told anyone. Yet, I don’t know anything about you. Not your name, not anything.”

The Flash avoided her eye.

“It is funny, because I feel like you know more about me than the people who do know my name.”

A moment from several years ago popped into Iris’ mind. She and The Flash were in Jitters after closing. She’d asked for a favor, but noticed he had a heavy heart.

“Do you remember that time you told me you wondered why you wore a mask with me?” Iris asked.

The Flash lifted his head.

“I do.”

“Do you still wonder that?”

“Yes.”

Iris reached up to his face. She traced the lines of his cowl with her finger.

“Do you think there will ever come a day you take it off?”

She saw The Flash swallow.

“I hope.” He admitted, his voice shaking.

“I hope so too.”

Iris slept more soundly that night than she had in a long time. Finally getting her deepest thoughts off her chest, combined with being chest to chest with The Flash, relaxed her in a way she'd never been.

The next morning, Iris opened her apartment door to get the latest addition of Central City Picture News. She was looking forward to seeing her story on the front page and showing The Flash.

To Iris' confusion, there was no paper laying in front of her door. Instead, an orange medicine bottle with no label was there. Iris peeked out the door frame, looking left and right. Nobody was there.

"Everything ok?" The Flash called from the table where he was eating breakfast.

"Yeah." Iris said.

She bent down to pick up the bottle. There were no pills inside, but a crumpled up piece of paper. Iris opened the bottle and unfurled the paper.

It was a note, scribbled in all capital letter:

SO SAD ABOUT YOUR MOM

DID YOU KNOW ADDICTION RUNS IN FAMILIES?

HOPE YOU DON'T END UP OVERDOSING ON VERTIGO

THAT WOULD BE A SHAME

#protection #westallen #westallen fic #westallen fanfiction #westallen angst #westallen bodyguard au #barry allen x iris west #barry x iris #iris x barry #the flash fanfiction #barry allen #iris west #tw: drug addiction

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 15

- P I C K L I S T -

Sweet Peppers (all of them i promise: CARMEN, LUNCHBOX, HABANADA) - Arugula/Mizuna - Parsley - 

Gold Potatoes - Kol Rabi - Garlic - Green Tomatoes - Plum Tomatoes

Written on the morning of the Fall Equinox- bundled in wool, sitting next to the wood stove as she hosts the first fire of the season, and me with my one millionth cup of coffee of the season.  Today I begrudgingly welcome the Fall.  Summer is glorious around here and everyday is packed with light and abundance.  The food floods the plants, the kiddos need only shoes, underwear, sun hat (pants always optional), and we (the big farmers) run on coffee, water and a truck load of bushel baskets.  Everyday is filled with purpose and movement and snacks in every field.  Hot damn Summer is my season.  But as we are reminded by too many songs and poems- the seasons change yatta yatta yatta.  

In past years this movement into Fall occurred way more gradually.  It was a real easing in.  But this past Friday frost hit, three nights in a row, and it hard.  To prep, we stress picked bins of peppers, bushels of eggplants and crates upon crates of tomatoes.  We covered the green beans with remay, scooped up all of the winter squash, and Anne ran irrigation on her prized zinnias.  We did what we could, and held on tight to the hopes of a thick Connecticut River fog to cover the fields (this prevents frost).  But there is little moisture in the air.  Friday night the temps dipped, and all that was not covered and all that is not cold hardy got hit by the inevitable change of seasons.  And I cried multiple times.*

It’s hard to watch a field of food that you and the earth (mostly the earth) worked so damn hard to grow, get beaten up so badly in one night.  There could have been so much more to reap and feed.     

Pooh- my father in law/story-teller/tractor driver/plant propagator/knowledge base for all things soil and farm mentioned this was the earliest frost he’d seen in literal decades.  The last time he saw a kill frost come this early, Ray was toddling around playing a gourd like a guitar about 34 years ago.   

So here we are, moving right into Fall, with a lot still growing- but those Summer Gems (eggplant, peppers, corn) are gone.  I mean we still have bins of them stored in a cooler but they will be empty in one week’s time.  You (CSAer) will get the last of the peppers, and I somehow need to find a minute to freeze the last of the corn.    

ALSO CSA friends!  There is still room in the FALL CSA!! Sign on so we can continue to hang out over crops and recipes from now until Thanksgiving.  

*also the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg did a number on my heart strings. 

 May have added to the frost tears.  RBG may your memory be a blessing.  

HOT TIPS:

The following recipe (romesco) is a RAY SPRAGUE FAVORITE, and this guy hates the taste of peppers.  We typically make a huge batch and freeze into pint containers to smear on pasta, toast, etc all winter long

 SUNFLOWER ROMESCO (from the blog: thefirstmess)

½ cup toasted sunflower seeds

2 roasted red peppers (homemade or from a jar)

2 cloves of garlic, chopped

1 teaspoon smoked paprika

½ teaspoon aleppo pepper, or a pinch of cayenne

2 tablespoons sherry OR apple cider vinegar

1 tablespoon tomato paste

small handful flat parsley leaves

sea salt and ground black pepper

scant ½ cup virgin olive oil

Make the sunflower romesco: In the bowl of a food processor, combine the sunflower seeds, roasted red peppers, garlic, paprika, aleppo pepper, vinegar, tomato paste, parsley, salt, and pepper. Pulse the mixture until all ingredients are finely chopped and lightly pasty. Scrape the bowl down. Then, with the motor on low, drizzle the olive oil in through the feed tube until fully incorporated. Check the sauce for seasoning. Transfer sauce to a sealable jar, and set aside in the fridge until ready to use.

THE FOLLOWING IS A GREAT GUIDE

 If making a large batch and storing in the freezer:

parchment paper

air tight containers that are freezer safe

For storing in jars

vinegar (plain, balsamic, white/red wine, or apple cider)

mineral salt

olive oil

clean pint sized mason jars

PREPPING PEPPERS:  There are two ways to prepare your peppers for roasting.

The first is to simply roast the whole pepper, seeds, stem and all. (This will work with all roasting methods.)

The second is to slice the peppers in half lengthwise, remove the stem and seeds, and place on the baking sheet cut side down. (Use this method for the oven method and/or when using a baking sheet. These peppers require no flipping, only rotating of the baking sheet. This is my favorite way of roasting peppers.)

ROASTING METHODS:  Oven: Preheat oven to 475 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with parchment.

Place peppers on baking sheet. Bake 4 – 5 inches from the flame. If using an electric oven or there is no flame, place baking sheet on the middle rack. Roast peppers for 40 minutes, turning at least once during cooking using sturdy tongs (if peppers are sliced in half no need to turn, just rotate the baking sheet 180 degrees). They are ready when charred/blackened and blistered. Whole peppers will still be full of air and puffy once removed from the oven. As the peppers cool they will deflate and become wrinkly looking. 

Broiler: I used to have an oven where the broiler was underneath the oven, now mine is in the oven. Either way, turn broiler to medium – high (or 500 degrees if yours is by numbers) and char peppers turning every so often until browned and blackened. If you’ve prepped your peppers by slicing in half, no need turn the peppers, simply adjust the baking sheet turning it to get all the peppers charred. This may take anywhere from 15 – 25 minutes.

 Open Grill: Place whole peppers on their sides over an open flame on the grill, turning every now and then until nicely charred all over. Depending on how big your grill is will determine how many you can do at one time.

Stove Top: If roasting just 1 or 2 peppers, you can roast it over the gas burner of your stove (I suppose you could do 4 peppers utilizing each burner). Place pepper on its side and adjust the flame so it ‘licks’ the peppers. Keep an eye on it and turn it as needed to blacken and char, about 15 – 20. This tends to be a more time consuming method since you have to be so watchful.

From here use right away to make hummus, romesco, soups, layer on sandwiches and toss in salads, etc.

STORING:  

Refrigerator: Great for short term storage.

Keep leftovers in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 5 – 6 days.

If you coat them with a little oil they will for a couple of weeks. You can even add some of the pepper juices to the container.  To always be safe, at the first sign of mold or spoilage, throw away immediately.  If storing for longer, you have a couple simple options:

Freezing: This is my favorite method of long term storing, as it is not blended with any other flavors, it’s super easy to do, and they thaw out amazingly well.  Freeze your peppers in a tightly sealed container. They thaw out pretty fast once removed from the freezer making this a nice way of preserving your precious peppers.

Vinegar Method: This method will leave your peppers with a little bit of tang from the vinegar, in some cases it may overpower them, but it’s a great way to store them. Use these peppers for sauces, dips, and soups.

Place peppers in a jar with a little salt, vinegar and pepper juices.  To do this you’ll want to sprinkle your peppers with a generous pinch of mineral salt and mix well.  Place 1/2 inch of vinegar at the bottom of your pint sized mason jar, add peppers leaving about 1 1/2 inches headspace.  Using the handle of a spoon or fork, poke along the inside edges of the jar to release air bubbles (this is important), pour reserved pepper juices over top so peppers are completely covered, leaving 3/4 inch room.  Add about 1/8 inch of olive oil over top to keep air out, leaving 1/2 inch headspace.  Seal and place towards the back of the refrigerator. Will be good for up to 2 months, maybe even a little longer.  If you see any sign of mold or spoilage, throw away immediately!

GREEN TOMATOES:  

I am in love with the below recipe- reminds me of my georgia roots- this was a favorite recipe eaten at our favorite restaurant, The Flying Biscuit

For the cashew relish:

1 1/2 cups cashews

2 red jalapenos, stemmed, seeded and roughly chopped

1/3 cup fresh cilantro leaves

3/4 cup honey

1/3 cup white vinegar

For the tomatoes:

2 1/2 cups milk

2 eggs

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup cornmeal

1 tablespoon salt

1 tablespoon celery salt

1 tablespoon black pepper

1/2 tablespoon cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon onion powder

1/2 teaspoon paprika

4 medium green tomatoes, sliced 1/2 inch thick

6 cups canola oil

1/2 cup goat cheese

Prepare the relish: In a food processor, add cashews, jalapenos and cilantro and pulse just until combined. Transfer to a bowl. Add honey and vinegar and mix thoroughly.

Prepare tomatoes: In a bowl, combine milk and eggs. Set aside.

In a bowl, combine flour, cornmeal, salt, celery salt, black and cayenne peppers, onion powder and paprika.

One at a time, dredge tomato slices in flour mixture, then in the egg mixture, then in the flour mixture again.

Heat the oil to 375 degrees. Fry tomatoes, a few at a time, until golden brown. Drain briefly on paper towels. While still hot, place three to four tomatoes per plate. Top with goat cheese and cashew relish.

Makes 4 servings

GREEN TOMATO CAKE

This recipe was shared by Becca Webb of Two Potters on her instagram page. She and her husband Nathan craft beautiful and resilient pieces of kitchenware (mugs, bowls, plates, vases, etc…) I can testify to their resilience as I take my car mug (though I call it my field mug) on all morning harvests. It has been left in fields overnight, and fallen off many a kubota buggy. Bottomline, though I have not taste tested this recipe, I trust their craftsmen ship and therefor am eager to bake this cake come weekend. You in?

[thiamlife]

Thiam Week Day 4: Friends to Lovers

**Note** This is part 3 of the story. Parts 1 and 2 are already posted

Liam woke up to an empty bed and closed his eyes in disappointment. He took a deep breath in and immediately knew Theo had left a while ago because his scent was faint. Angrily shaking his head at himself for getting so in to the game the previous night, thinking he probably scared Theo away.  Rolling over he grabbed his phone off the night stand and saw he had multiple missed texts from Mason and Corey and one from his mom. Opening the group chat they had started when all the scary stuff was going down, he read as Mason and Corey both questioned where he was, if he was okay, and threatening to kill Theo if he did anything to him. And there it was. Theo. He had done something to him. He had kissed him and it made Liam want him in more ways than one.

Liam chucked his phone across the room, annoyed with himself for letting his unexplained gravitation to Theo cloud his judgement. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth after hopping out of bed, punching his pillow a few times, and scowling at the new hole in his wall from where the phone hit. Rinsing his mouth out he heard his phone start to ring and made his way to retrieve it. Figuring it was his mom checking up on him he answered without looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” he called out, mentally preparing for the list of questions he was sure to get about the house and his well-being. What he wasn’t ready for was the deep raspy voice that flowed through his ear and caressed his body like a touch.

“Hey…” Theo murmured, “I have to take care of something and won’t be around for a couple days. I really really need you to try and stay in control while I’m gone.” Liam couldn’t believe it. How fucking dare he leave without explanation and then demand things from him.

He snorted, “You seriously called me to tell me to stay in control? Yeah okay buddy, I’ll get right on that.”

He heard Theo let out a low growl before his voice came back sharper “Liam-“ but Liam was done with this conversation.

“No fuck you Theo! You think because you kissed me you get to tell me what to do? Ha try again.” Liam was about to hang up until he heard the soft desperation in Theo’s next words.

“Liam please… just… please try not to do anything stupid or get yourself in trouble.” Liam closed his eyes feeling some of his anger dissipate at the plea. He hated how much Theo could get to him. Hated that over the past few months Theo had become a friend, and then out of nowhere had become so important to him making it easier to let him down. Hated that Theo knew how to reach him when the monster inside him had taken over and always managed to calm him down. Even if that meant letting Liam break his nose… three times.

Sighing into the phone he bit out “Fine. Whatever.” Let’s face it, he was still pissed but deep down he knew he would never say no to him, he would never say no to his anchor. “How long are you going to be gone?” He added with some sass hoping it didn’t sound like he really cared.

“I don’t know, a few days ma—“ Theo cut off abruptly and Liam’s whole body tensed. Something wasn’t right. “Shit, shit, shit. Gotta go, remember your promise!” Was all he heard before the line went dead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Liam had just fallen asleep when Theo’s phone started buzzing like crazy. Praying he didn’t wake him up he slowly scooted himself out from behind him and walked as quietly as possible over to his bag. He couldn’t afford Liam waking up again… He didn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from giving in to what he really wanted this time. Glancing down at his buzzing device he watched as the texts from Scott poured in. Great.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he unlocked his phone and opened the texts, heart rate steadily increasing the more he read.

“Why is there an alpha looking for Liam?” “Theo what the hell?!” “I thought you had this.” “Dude you have 5 minutes to respond before I beat the shit out of you.” “Theo!” “HE SENT SOME OF HIS PACK LOOKING FOR HIM.” “WHERE ARE YOU????”

His fingers danced across the keyboard faster than they ever had. “Long story. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.” He glanced up from his glowing phone taking a long look at his sleeping baby wolf and dread filled him. He had never felt so at home, so uncomfortably comfortable than when he was around Liam. It was as if he felt whole again. That thought hit him hard and Theo felt his heart stutter, almost as if it was restarting itself and pumping with a renewed force. Sure he had saved him a couple times from the Rough Riders and Hunters but that was because he felt he owed Liam for pulling him out of hell. He just wasn’t ready for the sudden realization that Liam was his anchor, his home… that Liam was his.

A burning anger suddenly slammed into him because someone was trying to take that away, take him away, and Theo simply couldn’t let that happen. He knew who the alpha was. He had run across him during his time with the doctors. The alpha had two betas and he knew that they had to be the ones looking for Liam. Theo went to Liam and was about to kiss his forehead but he refused to let this be goodbye. So he turned instead to scoop his bag from the floor, grabbed one of Liam’s jackets, and let pre-hell Theo take over as he walked down the stairs and out the door.

Days bled into nights and the time seemed to creep by. Theo was exhausted, he forgot how much energy it took to be so conniving and manipulative. On top of that, he had to deal with Liam blowing up his phone with texts every five minutes demanding to know where he was and threatening to kill him if he didn’t come back. He simply responded with “Remember your promise” and turned his phone off.

He had finally managed to lure both the betas in to the same area using the scent from Liam’s jacket. The dumb asses thought they were actually tracking Liam through the woods when really he had just put the jacket on and rubbed against a few trees.

He rolled his eyes at the inexperience of the two as they neared his location and couldn’t hold back a choked laugh when taller one convinced the other to change back to human form so they could pretend to “just be hikers walking around”. The alpha seriously trusted these two? Damn he almost felt bad for him and then sobered quickly as he reminded himself that he had made Liam bleed. The two betas, now in human form, approached the jacket he left on the ground by the bridge. They picked it up, smelled it, and then let out a short howl signaling that they had found something.

Sighing, Theo jumped down from the tree he had been sitting in above them. He slowly stood up and greeted them with “I really wish you wouldn’t have done that.” Both the betas jumped and growled at his unannounced arrival. He looked between the two and shook his head, they still had no idea what they had gotten themselves into and who they had pissed off.

“Please forgive the cliché but I’m just too tired to come up with something witty. We can do this the easy way or hard way. Personally, I’m really hoping you choose the hard way because it will be more fun for me.” They both snapped at him but didn’t make any threatening moves towards him.

“The wolf you’re looking for, tell your alpha to drop it and you get to continue on being “hikers”. Theo stated as his eyes bounced between the two icily.

The taller one was the one to respond. “We can’t do that. Our alpha wants him and he always gets want he wants.” The shorter wolf to his right nodded and growled in agreement.

“Hm sounds familiar,” Theo let out a cold laugh and then his face dropped in to a menacing glare “sounds like me.” He thought the tall one was dumb but was astonished to see that the shorter one was even worse. Ignoring the psycho killer vibes that Theo was giving off, he started to circle him as if to gauge for a week spot. The taller one watched his pack mate circle but did not join. Obviously he sensed some of the underlying danger within the chimera in front of him, guess he wasn’t all that dumb after all.

With adrenaline starting to flow through him, readying him for the fight, Theo clicked his tongue against his teeth “tsk tsk tsk. I guess it really only takes one of you to deliver a message right?”

“You think you can take both of us at the same time?” The shorter one said on a laugh. “Good luck kid, I’ll make sure to personally deliver your friend to our alpha. Maybe I’ll even snap a few of his bones first.”

Theo let out a shallow growl and smiled sinisterly at him as he reached to his back and griped the leather handle poking out of his jeans. The taller one must have noticed the dark charge in the air and he took step back as Theo pulled the whip from the back of his pants. He didn’t think the Rough Riders had missed it too much as they never came back for it.

The circling wolf slowed his pace a little but then plunged forward as if it were a surprise attack. Theo had heard his heart beat change the second before he charged and was ready for it. He dodged out of the way and snapped the whip as the wolf ran by catching him by the throat. “Say hello to hell for me.” Theo said as he yanked the whip backwards and the offending wolf disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

Theo turned to look over his shoulder at the taller beta and smelled the fear rolling off of him. Rolling the whip back up he turned to fully face the other wolf, “I trust you’ll be able to tell your alpha to forget about my friend?” The tall wolf nodded and sprinted out of Theo’s sight.

Theo picked up Liam’s jacket and sat on the bridge letting his feet dangle off the side above the flowing water. He wrapped himself up in the coat trying to catch the lingering smell of Liam but after five days of wear and tear the coat was starting to smell more like him than Liam.

He sat there silently staring at the spot where it all began. The spot where his sister had taken her last breath, where he had stolen her heart, and turned into the monster that he was. He took one last deep breath let the last of Liam’s scent wash over him, slowly bringing him back to the person he wanted to be. Standing up, he let his head fall forward as he whispered to the memory of his sister “I’m so sorry. I promise to be better, to do better. I promise to live.”  With that he turned on his heel and walked away from the bridge towards his truck. It was time to go home.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Mason couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his phone light up with a text from Theo. He didn’t even know he had his number. He looked away from the tv screen and over to Liam as he landed a fatal blow to Liam’s character in the video game.

“Have you heard from Theo?” He asked with caution. Liam seemed to be very irritable whenever Theo was mentioned ever since the club last Friday.

“No.” He growled back making Mason wince. “Asshole didn’t respond to any of my texts and then turned his phone off.” Mason, as human as he was, could sense the anger radiating off of Liam in waves.

“That’s not true, he told you to remember your promise before he turned his phone off.” Corey chimed in from the other couch as he opened a bag of chips. “Which reminds me… what exactly did you promise him?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

Mason watched as Liam threw Corey and glare and silently started shaking his head at Corey for trying to provoke his best friend. Liam was literally a ticking time bomb and neither of them knew how to stop him from wolfing out and going crazy.

“To stay in control, don’t do anything stupid, or get myself in trouble.” Liam said through clenched teeth. “He doesn’t know how hard that is when he’s not around.” Liam froze immediately after realizing what he had just said out loud.

“FINALLY!” Both Mason and Corey exclaimed. Mason chimed in first “It only took you forever to notice.”

Liam dropped his head in his hands and his muffled response came back as “What do I do? I’m pretty sure he thinks of me as an annoying kid brother” Corey and Mason looked at each other nodded.

Mason and Corey had come up with a plan months ago on how to get Theo and Liam together. It was simple really, use their anger and jealousy against them. So while Corey responded to Liam saying something about making Theo realize his own feelings for Liam, Mason opened the text from Theo asking where Liam was and responded with “We’re getting ready to go to club, it’s gonna be packed tonight!”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Liam stood alone at the bar again. I really need to stop letting Corey and Mason drag me to these places he thought to himself. They had somehow convinced him it would be a good idea to get his mind off of Theo and possibly meet someone new. He downed the rest of the liquid fire in his glass knowing it wouldn’t do anything for him. Mason and Corey caught his attention and waved him on to the dance floor. He shook his head no at first but then Mason gave him the “come here or I’ll come get you” signal so he sighed in defeat and made his way through the crowd.

Once he got to his friends the song changed to one he actually liked and so the three of them just got lost in the beat until Liam felt someone grab him from behind. He tried to push out of the grip but the hands held firm.

“So this is your idea of not doing anything stupid and trying to stay in control huh?” Theo’s scent washed over him at the same time his voice did. Liam stopped fighting the hold Theo had on him but spun around quickly to look him up and down.

“Oh so you are alive, good to know.” He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Theo was about to speak but Nolan had chosen that moment to show up. “Nolan you’re late!” Liam exclaimed glancing at Theo before stepping closer to the boy that had somehow become a part of his group over the past few months. “Let’s go get drinks!” Liam dodged Theo’s hand as it tried to grab his wrist and pulled Nolan towards the bar with him. They ordered the drinks and downed them before returning to their friends on the dance floor. As they approached, Theo looked like he was in a heated discussion with Mason as Corey just stood to the side silently laughing.

Two senior girls from another school walked up to him and Nolan and started talking about last week’s lacrosse game. Nolan seemed to really hit it off with the blonde so Liam was stuck talking to her friend. A couple minutes passed and he felt someone staring at him so he turned his head to find Theo standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face watching from the bar. He barely noticed the girl talking to him until she put her hand on his arm earning a snarl coming from the bar. He had to ask her to repeat what she said pretending that the music was too loud and that he hadn’t just been in a staring contest with an extremely angry but sexy chimera.

She had asked if he wanted to dance, nodding her head towards Nolan and her blonde friend who were already moving their bodies together with music. He couldn’t say no and leave her hanging so he agreed, but only for one song he said to himself.

The song pulsed through the speakers and the girl was trying to grind against Liam. She even tried grabbing his hands and putting them on her but it just didn’t feel right. She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck when she realized the other way wasn’t getting her anywhere.

“Excuse us for a second.” Theo said coldly as he gripped Liam’s arm tightly and pulled him away from the girl towards the back alley exit.

“That was ru-“ Liam couldn’t finish because he was shoved up against a wall so hard that the breath rushed out of him. He saw Theo’s yellow eyes a split second before his lips were crashing down on Liam’s with a bruising force. Liam shoved him off.

“What the fuck Theo.” But Theo didn’t answer just came back and started kissing him again. Nipping his lip and then making his way down Liam’s throat when Liam didn’t kiss him back.  He tried to shove him off again but didn’t have much luck the second time. Annoyed, his claws came out and he dug them into Theo’s arms and threw him to the side. Theo only actually went a foot over, strong stupid asshole. He was further annoyed when he could smell the change in his chemosignal letting him and Theo know that he liked what he was doing to him.

Theo growled and he snarled right back “no Theo I’m done. I’m not playing this game with you anymore. I can’t.” Liam said with a hint of sadness in his voice. Theo’s eyes were still yellow when they finally looked up at him.

“It’s not game anymore Liam.” Theo’s voice was raspy with his wolf being so close to the surface.

“You left! You started this bullshit game, left, and cut me out of your life for a whole week! And you just expect me to be your friend after that?” Liam’s blood began to boil remembering how pissed off he had been all week because his anchor had left him.

“I left for you! The alpha was looking for you and Scott was pissed. I had to take care of it, I had to take care of you!” He yelled back. “And no, I don’t I don’t expect you to be my friend because I can’t just be your friend Liam!” He stepped away from him putting his face in his hands. When his eyes came back up they weren’t his wolf anymore. “I can’t be your friend.” He shook his head and clenched his fists. “You mean too much.”

What? Theo felt the same way he did? How? “We stopped being friends when I decided I’d rather be the bait and die than risk you getting hurt. We stopped being friends when I could feel how you relaxed and were in control around me. We stopped being friends when I kissed you here last week.”

Liam stood there stock still not believing what he was hearing. Because he had felt the same way. He felt the change in him when Theo kept coming to save him. He felt the shift in their relationship when Theo seemed to be the only one that could break through to his wolf. And He definitely felt the change in his feelings when Theo kissed him.

Theo took his rare silence for granted and kept going, “Watching you with that girl drove me nuts. It still is, I can smell her all over you.” He said almost with a note of disgust.

The best thing he could come up with was “And you’d rather I smell like…?”

Theo smirked and stalked towards him, “Me.” He said sexily right before he pushed Liam back against the wall and bit his lip. Liam smiled against his lips and gave in to the kiss this time.

The door to the club busted open and both Mason and Corey said “FINALLY!” They didn’t stop kissing but they both put up a middle finger towards them.

“Aw how cute, they’re even in sync now.” Corey cooed as he wrapped his arms around Mason.

Liam pushed back to growl “fuck off” and Theo pulled him back into the kiss.

“You’ve got a mouth on you baby wolf.” Theo said smirking as he put his head on Liam’s shoulder.

“Oh you have no idea.” Liam winked as Theo’s head snapped up showing two bright yellow eyes looking into his.

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I hope you all enjoyed! Would def be open to taking prompts if anyone is interested in a different storyline!

Xoxo- K

#thiamweek2k17 #thiam #thiam is endgame #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf

[2traveldads-blog]

Most random place I’ve visited in a long while:  Mobile, Alabama.  When I first found out that I got to go I was neutral in my excitement.  And then I started researching; and then I got there; and then I fell in love.  Mobile, Alabama’s theme for the city is “Born to Celebrate” and really, that’s the vibe everywhere and I love it.

Being the birthplace of Mardi Gras in the South and founded by one of the brothers who also founded New Orleans, it’s already in position to be cool.  You don’t hear a lot about Mobile as a destination or a party city, but it is.  It’s not a party city like Las Vegas or the Daytona Beach of the 90s, but it’s a place full of fun and pride.  And it’s delightfully gay which added to how welcome I felt and how much I loved Mobile, Alabama.  Anyways, here’s the scoop on Mobile and why I can’t wait to return with my whole family.

Locale of Mobile, Alabama

Mobile is at the very south of the Great State of Alabama on the Gulf of Mexico.  It’s located where five different rivers meet.  It’s surrounded by lush live oak forests and meandering waterways.  It’s a short drive to the beaches of the Gulf.  It’s a pocket of awesome in a place thought of as the Deep South.

Mobile has its own airport (MOB) and has two major interstates feeding into it.  You can arrive in Mobile, Alabama via cruise ship or private charter.  Basically, what’s stopping you from getting there and having an incredible time?

History of Mobile

It’s in Alabama.  That’s enough to make somebody who hasn’t been think about all they’ve heard, read or seen on TV about Alabama.  Just stop right there:  Mobile is completely different in nearly every way.  Yes, of course there are people who are stuck in the 1860s or the 1950s, but they’re not as common as you’d think.  Here are some interesting tidbits shared with me by Mobilians during my visit (but might not have factual backing):

Mobile was the first city in the south to elect an African-American mayor with a white majority vote.  

Mobile was the only major city in the South that didn’t have a civil rights march due to several very active public groups that worked to change local laws, including desegregating schools, prior to government mandate. They’ve had protests, but weren’t at the forefront of marches in the 60s.

Mobile has Gay Pride celebrations with lots of community involvement in addition to being involved in Mardi Gras activities.  

It’s the most progressive city I’ve been to south of the Mason-Dixon line.  Love it!

And Mobile, Alabama is an old city; it’s older than New Orleans.  Founded in 1702 Mobile has that same French influence you’ll see in NOLA, but it’s had it for longer.  And here’s a fun fact:  at one point Alabama was actually its own country (for a few days), and if you know where to look you can see references to it throughout Mobile.  And then there’s Mardi Gras… We’ll save that for last.

Top 5 things to do in Mobile, Alabama

Every city you’ll ever visit has a few super awesome things that will keep visitors coming back or talking about for a long time.  Mobile is for sure one of those places, but we’ll keep it short and sweet… like a beignet.

Exploring Mobile’s neighborhoods

Seattle, San Francisco, Portland… all three are great cities made of beautiful and fascinating neighborhoods.  And so is Mobile!!

Downtown Mobile

Downtown Mobile, Alabama is really nice.  The buildings aren’t too tall and there are countless sandwich and coffee shops giving it a quiet, small city feeling.   And downtown is right next to Dauphin Street, which is the main drag and is highly entertaining.  The people of Mobile have been exceptionally active in restoring their city since the 1960s so the whole area west of the financial district is charming, historic and full of fun.  At night, it’s lit up with twinkling lights, neon, marquees, glowing bar lights…. Strolling through downtown Mobile at night is a must.

Oakleigh Garden and DeTonti Square Historic Districts

Being such an old city, Mobile has some incredible residential neighborhoods including seven historic districts.  Just north of the downtown area is the DeTonti Square Historic District.  Some of the homes here are so old and ornate that they’ve each been under renovation for… well, forever.  Walking through the neighborhood you’ll find a combination of Gulf Cottages, Federal style and shotgun houses.  Each of the homes as it’s renovated is held to strict standard for color and outdoor features to keep the district as historically accurate as possible.  A homeowner can pop into the paint store in Mobile, say where they live, and leave with a color palate for the exterior of their house that is historically accurate and perfect.

Tip:  as you’re exploring the neighborhoods of Mobile, Alabama look at the historic markers and coats of arms on the restored houses.  You’ll learn all kinds of fun facts about the city and be able to impress all your friends when you bring them back!

Another beautiful neighborhood to wander through is the Oakleigh Garden Historic District.  Here, in addition to the beautiful and interesting homes, you’ll find some of the most impressive live oaks I’ve seen anywhere in the South.  And wandering the streets below the oaks and past the shotgun houses you’ll eventually get to the Church Street Graveyard.  It’s right by the old library so you can’t miss it.  This beautiful old cemetery has some of the oldest graves in Mobile, Alabama, including that of Joe Cain, the re-founder of Mardi Gras.

Photo tip:  photographing the live oak neighborhoods and cemeteries is best in the LATE afternoon.  The filtered light makes for interesting shots with much softer shadows.

The last neighborhood that I wanted to mention is the Church Street East Historic District.  This is actually where I stayed, at the Malaga Inn, and I loved it.  In the morning I could walk past wrought iron railings and find Mardi Gras beads in the bushes.  At night, there were gas lamps.  A few blocks away was Fort Conde and the Plaza for Mardi Gras events.  The historic charm is there along with bustling activity.  If you’re not staying in this neighborhood, as least pay it a visit.

Eat all of the deliciousness

Where to begin?!  Let’s just say that between blue crab legs and beignet sandwiches I was never hungry or bored with food. Here’s just a taste of what I found and no doubt anybody else could discover even more yum.  Here are three tasty beyond tasty ideas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Wintzell’s Oyster House – anything with the tiny crab legs or the shrimp in ANY of their sauces and styles.  And their Oysters Monterey were my favorite.

Panini Pete’s – so the beignets are amazing and much more dense and, dare I say it, more delicious than other’s I’ve add throughout the South.  And they’ll make you a bacon and egg sandwich on a beignet!

Noble South – this is where I learned the Southern cooking isn’t all butter and butter.  Even though there were some beautiful meat dishes being served, my vegetarian collection of courses was an unforgettable surprise.  Especially the squash blossoms.  Perfect.

I had all kinds of other great food, but these three hot spots rang the bell for me.  Each was delicious and totally unique to dining I’d find anywhere in the Pacific Northwest.

Gab with EVERY local Mobilian you meet

OMG, you don’t even have to try to do this.  I met so many great people just walking around Mobile.  Some of my favorite characters included I got to talk to were actually the many different servers in the restaurants I ate at.  Ms Pinky at Wintzell’s Oyster House had a new phrase for how delicious each dish was.  The gentleman at the Mardi Gras museum had amazing stories about festivities through the years and strength and presence of the LGBT population of Mobile, Alabama.  One of the four different servers I had when dining alone at a sidewalk cafe didn’t want to talk about Mobile, but about my kids and all the weird things about being a parent.  

And then Spring, our breakfast server one day.  She was a delight.  We chatted about food and Mobile and Mardi Gras, and then art.  She’s an artist whose medium is beads.  How perfect for being a Mobilian from the birthplace of Mardi Gras.  

Tip:  take a look at Mardi Gras bead art. It has got to be my new favorite medium and motif.  So intricate and takes much more patience than I’ll ever have.

Someday when I’m bored and just want to gab, I’m going to book a plane ticket to Mobile and just go cafe hopping inviting random people to sit with me and drink iced tea.  Or sweet tea.

…and sometimes the locals will dress up with you…

Airboating in the Mobile Delta

We got to take the kids on a airboat ride through the mangroves of the Everglades and it was awesome!  Here is Mobile I had another opportunity to do an airboat ride and it was just as fun but totally different.

We headed just out of town to the Spanish Fort area where we met Captain Geoff.  In addition to being an airboat captain, he’s also a naturalist, so boom, sold. We had three really unique ecotours in Florida and doing the airboat with Captain Geoff was equally thoughtful and educational.  Between the care he showed in his boating and the knowledge he imparted with great intent, Airboat Express is definitely in the top ecotours I’ve been a part of (including some amazing ones in Montana and Alaska).

The highlight of the Mobile Delta airboat tour was definitely the wildlife.  There were all kinds of fascinating birds and really unique vegetation, but this was the first ecotour I’d done that took us past alligator dens and nurseries.  We saw some enormous gators, yes, but getting to see baby alligators swimming or crawling all over each other was a real treat.

Tip:  if you have kids with you for an airboat tour, be sure they have sunglasses.  This helps keep the wind out of their eyes and they’ll have a much more enjoyable experience.

MARDI GRAS EVERYTHING

As I’ve mentioned several times Mobile, Alabama is the birthplace of Mardi Gras.  The city really is born to celebrate like their motto says.  So, for starters, the Mardi Gras museum is pretty darn cool and interesting. And weird.  If you happened into it without any preface you might think you stumbled into the Inauguration Gown gallery at the Smithsonian…but full of drag costumes.  I’ve never seen such lavish regalia.  So much embroidery and beadwork.

And then there are the strands of beads.  Everywhere.  On my first night in Mobile I went for a walk and my eyes kept darting around to find beads in the trees and on lamp posts left over from the recent Mardi Gras celebrations.  I went on a tour driving around the many historic neighborhoods and sights and was given my own strand of Mardi Gras beads. They’re now sparkling somewhere in Mobile, reminding somebody else that there’s another celebration around the corner.

When you spend your time talking with the locals and gabbing it up with your server you’ll see that everything is related to Mardi Gras.  

“What have you got going on this weekend?” “Oh, I have a meeting with my mystic society.”  

“Oh, when did you do X, Y and Z?” “Well, it was just after Mardi Gras and…”

“Any big plans coming up?”  “I know that there’s a ball I am attending at Thanksgiving… It’s the start of Mardi Gras.”

Seriously, you can’t escape it and that’s just fine.  Seeing how excited and how dedicated each person is to EVERYTHING Mardi Gras is bizarre and inspiring.  It is a complete sense of community. Hopefully we’ll get to experience Mardi Gras in Mobile, Alabama in the next few years. It’ll be amazing.

So I know Mobile might not have been on your radar before today, but doesn’t it sound fantastic and aren’t you ready to plan a trip? I can’t wait to return with my family and have an awesome time making Mardi Gras memories and more.

Want to pin it for your own travel planning to Mobile or the South in general? Go for it!!!

Mobile, Alabama: top 5 ways to celebrate a surprising gem of a city Most random place I’ve visited in a long while:  Mobile, Alabama.  When I first found out that I got to go I was neutral in my excitement.  

#airboat #Alabama #family travel #gay travel #Mardi Gras #Mobile #the South

[freckledandfighting-blog]

Hamilsquad x Reader Chapter 1.

Hello hello hello! Guess what, its me. And I’m containing myself from singing the rest of ‘Hello’ from Adele. So chapter 1 is up, please comment, ask questions request because I get bored sometimes all the time.

Warnings: Horrible editing, I’m on my phone posting from a roller coaster. Also swearing, always swearing.

2:09 pm.

It had been eleven days since you had told your boys. The week was spent with everyone packing, Alex repeating your family’s names under his breath, Laf trying to perfect his English, and Mr. Washington practically forcing your boyfriends to take a break. Alexander had enough unused sick days and vacations for all of you.

Angelica gave you the week off as soon as you said yes to her promotion.

“Yes. Definitely. You are going, that is final.”

“Yes, Angel, thank you so much for your input, I wouldn’t have gone without your permission.” You said sarcastically. She shoved you with her elbow and swiftly pushed you out the door so you could actually do your job.

“Don’t forget you have to start interviewing people eventually!” She called to you from her office.

3:09 pm.

“How much sunscreen do I need to take?” John asked you, sitting on his suitcase, which was overloaded with his bathing suits and art supply.

It was Thursday afternoon and you and your boyfriends were spending your last day before leaving perfecting your packing. You were leaving on Friday after Alex, John and Laf’s coffee run, they were given an extra day off. Hercules was leaving Cato with the shop for the break and Angelica said if you came to work that day, she would call security.

“I mean, I’m sure we have some at the house.. maybe a bit if you want it.” You said nonchalantly, checking your passport.

“I don’t need anymore freckles.” You looked up. John was shirtless, debating between two shirts. Freckles were dappled across his shoulders, down his back, a few on his toned chest.

“I like your freckles.” You tilted your head, clearly checking out your boyfriend. He turned around, a mischievous grin spread over his face.

“What are you-” you were scooped up and thrown on the bed. He attacked you with kisses, tickling your sides, making you squeal a protest.

He responded with more playful kisses across your collarbone. You squirmed under his grip, but not really trying.

“Lemme go!” You whined, pushing your hands up against his shoulders. “Johnny!”

He didn’t let go, but he stopped tickling you and just rested his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed, shifting under him, getting as comfortable as possible with your boyfriend collapsed atop you.

Well.. as possible you can get with another human on you.

It was these little moments that really made you fall in love. Cuddling, curling up and watching Stranger Things, buying ice cream, dancing on the sidewalk.. the list could go on forever. It was the simple seconds you spent with your partners that made you fall more in love with them anymore.

“Y/N-” Alex started, then froze when he walked into the room, seeing the two of you. “Aww!”

You grumbled halfheartedly, not really making an effort to complain. You were cozy, using John as a personal heated blanket, and you were not moving. He nuzzled his forehead on your collarbone, humming slightly. You could feel him nibbling lightly on your neck.

“Laffy! Herc! Look they’re being adorable!” He yelled, leaning his head out the doorway, alerting the other two.

“Shuddup Alex.” You said into John’s shoulder. “Alexandre, couldn’t it wait-” Lafayette opened his mouth making an inaudible coo. “You look so cute, Mon Petits.”

John lifted his head, a satisfied grin across his face. You narrowed your eyes, confused of his wicked smile. “What did you do..” You said accusingly.

“Johnathan Laurens!” Hercules scolded, shoving him off of you. You jumped up, running to the bathroom. He definitely did something.

“Fucking hell!” You yelled, throwing your arms into the air. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

John had left a large red hickey on your neck.

“Oops!” He called from the bedroom. You could actually hear the cheeky grin on his face. “My bad!”

“We’re meeting her parents in less than forty-eight hours! No kisses!” Alex instructed, crossing his arms. Alex was 5'6 he wasn’t tall, he had a slim figure, he was far from threatening.

“But Alex!” John whined loudly. “She’s so kissable!”

You rolled your eyes. “So are the rest of them.” You gestured to your other partners.

“Tell us more about your family.” Hercules wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind. You smiled, kissing his shoulder.

“What do you want to know?”

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny.. I’m forgetting someone!” Alex wailed, collapsing dramatically on the bed. “But don’t tell me! I have to figure this out.”

You smirked, knowing instantly who he was missing.

“Fifteen.. who’s the sixteenth?” He murmured, hitting his head with a pillow.

“Alex, Honey, relax.” John soothed, shoving a pair of flip flops into his suitcase. “They aren’t going to freak if we don’t know all of their names.” He turned toward you, his eyes wide. “They won’t freak if we don’t know all of their names, will they?”

“They are much more worried about getting Laf’s right.” You laughed, winking at the Frenchmen.

“Many have tried, few have succeeded.” He chuckled, blowing you a kiss.

“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.” You answered, shuffling around with Hercules still attached to you. “Eleven words.. my mom has more kids than that, she’ll manage.”

“Who am I missing!” Alex succumbed to help. “Fifteen.. who am I forgetting!”

“Our favorite.” Hercules kissed you head, his laugh vibrated against your back.

“Who?” Alex said desperately.

“Me.” You grinned, a teasing smile on your face. He mouth ‘o’ before sighing in relief.

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny and Y/N.” He breathed, closing his eyes. “Thank god.”

“It worries me you forgot the name of our girlfriend who’s family we’re visiting.” John threw a pillow at Alexander’s head.

“Tell me stories of little Y/N!” Herc pouted. You huffed.

“I fended for myself at the dinner table, earned the eldest’s respect, in my household, it’s eat or be eaten.” You joked, a serious expression on your face. “I doubt you guys’ll survive dinner unless we eat out.”

“I don’t think I like this story.”

“I’m joking.. sort of. You’ll probably like my siblings.. Probably.” You hummed.

“Story Time!” Alex yelled, clapping hysterically like a seal. You groaned, throwing John a shirt from your suitcase.

“Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, the twins, Liam, and Benny are the ones you really have to worry about.” You tilted you head, thinking about it. “They pull the most pranks, since they’re the youngest.”

“Only like half of your brothers.” Herc commented, earning your glare.

“Chase through Scott are okay. They’ll be more interested in making fun of me. And Lucas is going to be the most sane because of his kids.” You turned back to the four of them, narrowing your eyes.

“Don’t you have packing to do?” You asked, putting a pair of shoes in your bag. “We aren’t coming back for a week.”

“I’ll pack tomorrow.” Alex procrastinated in nothing but if had something to do with clothing, he wouldn’t even think about it.

“Alexandre we’re leaving tomorrow.” Laf’s inner mother hen was coming out. “Go pack.” He ordered, shoving the smaller man off his lap.

Alex simply responded with a loud screech.

“Alexander Hamilton do not make me go call Angelica!” You spun around, making him go silent and freeze.

Angelica Schuyler was the by far the level-headed, most impowering woman you had ever met.. Unless one of your boyfriends was acting up. Hercules and Lafayette were smart, they knew about Angelica’s signature ear grabbing, John and Alex on the other hand weren’t as careful. They often forgot she was there and start leaving hickeys and pinching each other. In simplest form:

Angelica did not like that.

“I’m good, I’ll go pack.” He squeaked, tripping as he sprung off the bed and out of the room.

“Well that’s one way to get things done.” Hercules held in a laugh watching Alexander stumble around.

“'Ow you say ‘whipped’.” Laf said, zipping John’s finally packed suitcase.

“The Angelica Card always works.”

7:02 am.

“It’s too early!” John whined, rubbing his eyes.

“Suck it up, Buttercup.” You pressed you lips to his temple. “You can sleep through the flight, it’s going to be about two hours till we land.”

You were sitting in between Hercules, who had the isle seat, and John who was by the window. Alex and Lafayette were behind you and John talking quickly in French. You only caught a few words, hearing your parents’ names as well as your own and your siblings.

“No! Sleep is for the weak..” He quickly lowered his voice, remembering he was on an airplane. “Oops.” John’s outburst was greeted with many ‘shh’s.

“Fine, but the ride to the lake is another two hours, so you better sleep then.” You reminded him, fiddling with your earbuds. “My family is going to be exhausting.”

“Maybe you should be the one sleeping, Princess.” Hercules chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “You seemed more stressed than Alex.”

“HEY!”

“SHH!”

“Yeah, Alex.” You teased, looking back at him and Lafayette.

9:34 am.

“You don’t know true power until you’ve had six three-hour energy drinks and a large cup of coffee with four shots of espresso.” Alexander was bouncing up and down, sitting on the baggage cart that was filled with your many suitcases.

“Never again..” Hercules murmured, rubbing his forehead.

“I’m banning Alex from Starbucks for the week.” You sighed, watching him let out a squeal of glee as Laf pushed the cart.

“He will die without coffee.” John commented. He hadn’t taken your advice and spent the entire flight playing flappy bird. He was mostly leaning on you for support.

You clicked you tongue against the roof of your mouth. “Without Starbucks no, he’ll just suffer, my mom makes an amazing coffee-caramel ice cream that no one can miss out on.”

“Sugaarr..” John moaned, banging his head against your shoulder. You laughed, kissing his forehead.

“ALEXANDER HAMILTON!” Lafayette yelled, running after Alex who was riding the cart down the slope of the parting lot. Laf must of let go of the cart at some point which was definitely not a good idea.

“That ended badly when Cory and Conner did that.” You remembered the stitches and the broken nose they received after the incident.

“Aww!”

You silently thanked Laf for catching him.

“You’re no fun!” He whined as he was scooped off the cart. “That was entertaining!”

“Ne discutez pas avec moi, Alexandre.” Lafayette threw his boyfriend over his shoulder and continued to push the luggage.

“That’s the car.” Hercules pointed to the black Chevrolet that’s lights were blinking.

“It’s like an FBI car!“John exclaimed excitedly, dragging you toward it. “It’s so shiny!”

“I’m surrounded by children.” Herc mumbled, face-palming.

“Alright, alright.” You ‘shh'ed your boyfriends. “John you aren’t driving, you are sleeping the entire drive.” You instructed, opening the backseat door. “In.”

He raised his hands in surrender, entering the car.

“Alex no way in hell are you driving, you’ve consumed way too much caffeine.” Laf was facing the opposite direction so you could talk to Alex, who was still being carried.

“I take offense to that!” He crossed his arms. You raised an eyebrow, seeing if he wanted to argue with you, which he didn’t. Alex quickly was put down and he retreated to the car.

“I’ll drive if you put the address in, Princess.” Hercules said, shoving the last of the suitcases into the trunk. “I don’t mind.”

“Thank god because I will get road rage and I will yell.” You sighed in relief, quickly kissing him and Laf on the lips.

“Mon Amour, we know, that’s why he offered.” Lafayette grinned, helping you in the car next to Alex, John was already falling asleep on his boyfriend’s lap.

“Fair enough.” You yawned, buckling your seat. You have Herc your address, feeling your eyes lids grow heavy.

11:24 am.

“Hey, Babygirl.” John lightly cupped his hands together, waking you. His voice was nervous. “Time to get up, little one.” You yawned, reaching you arms out as you stretched.

“What’d I miss?” You sat up, arching you back.

“I followed the GPS to the address.” Herc said from the drivers seat. “But I might of taken a wrong turn, because there’s nothing here.” You looked outside.

The car was on a familiar gravel road. Willow trees were hanging over, the swaying leaves hitting to car lightly.

“You did perfect, I can get us there from here.”

“I’m not complaining.” Alex said from above you. He had climbed through the sunroof and was sitting atop of the car. “It’s nice out here, really quiet.” You smiled, glad he was actually relaxing.

“Mon amour, do you mind driving? I think our Hercules needs a break.” Laf kissed Herc’s forehead. He did look tired, you nodded.

“It’s probably best I get us there anyway.” You opened the door, stepping out. The air was fresh, and warm due to the sun. It was different that New York, not filled with different smells, just the clear scent of summer.

Sunshine. A soft breeze. Wildflowers.

“Thank you.” Herc said sleepily, getting out of the drivers seat.

“It’ll be another thirty minutes till we get there, sleep.” You instructed him, kissing his cheek. “Alex, you should probably get back inside.” Alex did not get back inside.

“Honey come back in the car.” John whined, tugging on his boyfriend’s foot.

“But it’s nice up here.” He protested.

"Alexandre.” Laf said in a gentle, but warning tone. Alex panicked and jumped back in the car. Lafayette did have that effect on people.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Alex head was out the window, Herc was using John as a pillow, Laf was placing small kisses across the back of your hand and wrists.

You parked the stone pathway, that winded along the lake. The house wasn’t yet visible, shielded by the gardens around it. You could see some of your siblings on the docks, who were noticing the new car pulling up.

“Uh,” you clasped your hands together, gaining your boyfriends’ attention. You sent an apologetic look on your face towards Hercules since he was sleeping. “I want you guys to know.. my family has a different amount of money than most families.”

“We don’t care how much money your family has, Mon amour.” Laf pressed his lips to your fist. “We love you, and we’ll love your family.” You inhaled.

“Okay, and I’m just forewarning you on this one, their sort of crazy.”

“Don’t stall, Babygirl.” John teased.

"Oh my god! We can go swimming! Is that a speedboat?” Alex was bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Y/N!” Your brothers waved frantically from the docks.

“We could turn back now.. They aren’t very athletic.” You said, opening the door and stepping out of the car. The warm sun hitting your skin instantly.

You pulled out a familiar red whistle from your pocket.

“Is that a rape whistle?” Alex asked, popping his head out from the sunroof once again. You laughed, shaking your head.

“You’ll see.”

“That’s another boat? Do you own that one? What about that big floaty thing? Do you own that too? How about the-”

You pressed the whistle to your lips, blowing as hard on it as possible.

“HOLY FUCK!” John covered his ears, then looked around frantically, as if he was being watched. “I probably shouldn’t have said that around here.”

“That should summon them.” You put the whistle back in your jean pocket. “There’ll be a stampede in the house, so I think she should leave our bags here for now. If your ready to meet a family from your nightmares, right this way.”

“I really do hope your lying.” Laf blinked, watching your brothers that were on the docks dash into the house.

“This fountain is bigger than our kitchen.” Hercules stared in awe of the marble fountain.

“Screw the fountain!” Alex said, wildly gesturing back and forth from the fountain to the docks. “That speed boat is bigger than our entire apartment!”

“Is that a horse?”

“Moving this way.” You said, trying to change to conversation. You lead them down another gravel path that lead to your house. “You’ll probably sleep in my room, my bed is big enough.” You informed them.“

“Can we go swimming?”

Alex was probably the most excited about being on the lake. He was from the Virgin Islands and New York didn’t have the cleanest waters so he had to stick with pools. He was thrilled to be near the water and you could already picture the red sunburn he was going to receive after not wearing sunscreen.

“Yes, we can go swimming.”

“But the horses-”

“We can do that later.” You stared at the gardens that surrounded half of the house in a semicircle.

You grew up with a wealthy family. Your parents made a lot of money. They also wanted a big family. They exceeded the ‘normal’ amount of children by having thirteen more kids.

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny and Y/N.” Alex murmured again, kicking rocks under his foot.

“Scarlett, McKenna, Diana, and Marco.” John added, taking his boyfriend’s hand. “And then William, Hunter, Zara, Kylie, Owen, and Lydia.”

“Jemma and Stephen are your parents.” Laf finished.

“Why thank you, now I know all of my family member’s names.” You said sarcastically but a large grin was spread across your face.

You were happy, this was your childhood home. You grew up going to this house every summer. And this week, you got to not only share it with your family but your boyfriends as well.

You stepped up to the front door, turning back to your boyfriends. You inhaled once more, telling yourself to relax.

You smiled at your partners. “Welcome to hell.”

Okay thank god I finished this today. I will definitely update next week. I hope you enjoyed and honestly I’m super jumpy right now and sorta bored now that I’m posting this because it’s only been two hours and thirty minutes since I got in the 'Space Mountain’ ride at DisneyWorld. Okay *inhale* thank you for reading.

#polyhamilsquad x reader hamilsquad x reader #hamilton x reader #laurens x reader #mulligan x reader #lafayette x reader #freckledandfighting

[andrewmawby]

April 9, 2020 AsktheBuilder Newsletter

Let’s start with a question. Can you hear the guitar picking in the background? Welcome! If you’re a new subscriber I can see that quizzical look on your face. I like to listen to music as I compose the newsletter each week. Do you like your eggs runny? Or think crossing your legs is funny? Can you ponder for a moment what tune is bouncing off the walls of my man cave? RIP John … I’m going to miss you.

And you! There’s a good chance you’ve been a subscriber so long that you remember the day I announced the Kickstarter project where I spent six weeks building a deluxe two-story shed.

I know Robert remembers because he rode his motorcycle from the Baltimore area to work with me for a week. He had the foresight to realize he could dip himself into the magic waters of hard-core rough framing while working alongside me.

Do you want to reproduce my shed or a smaller version in your yard? CLICK or TAP HERE and you’ll be BLOWN AWAY by the plans.

My Sewer Backup <RANT>

Two days ago, the sewer line under my house got clogged - again. It last happened about sixteen months ago. This time I was furious!

CLICK or TAP HERE to discover why it happened and what I’m now doing to make sure it NEVER HAPPENS again. Right at the top of the page is my latest podcast about the crappy event - pun intended.

Be SURE to listen to the podcast if you want all the details. All you have to do is click the round orange/red PLAY button to get started. The player at the top of the page looks like this:

Repair/Restore Countertops

Money might be pretty scarce right now in your house. Or maybe you’ve always been thrifty. Do you have a plastic laminate (Formica or Wilsonart) countertop?

Does it look worn? Does it have a chip or a scratch? Do you want it to look like a NEW granite top?

You’re NOT GOING TO BELIEVE the video you’re about to see. It shows how to transform a plain-vanilla countertop into a stunning centerpiece in your kitchen.

CLICK or TAP HERE now to see what’s possible. You can do this transformation. You do NOT need pro skills!

Listen to the podcast at the top of the page while you’re at it!

Crazy Clean Carpets

Kathie emailed me a few days ago. I had shared some advice with her about how she could make her carpets look brand new. Here’s what she sent me:

“We used Stain Solver on that carpeting as you directed, and we are VERY pleased with the results.

1. We mixed well: 1 cup SS to 1 gallon of HOT tap water and poured this into a garden sprayer. I remember you telling me to make sure ALL of the Stain Solver was dissolved so it wouldn’t clog the tip of the sprayer.

2. We sprayed the carpet well, and let it sit for 30 minutes.

3. We poured 2 gallons of HOT tap water (with 1 scoop SS mixed well) into the rental machine's "soap" container. (NO additional soap was used)

4. Then we used the machine to scrub the fibers, then extract the liquid/dirt.

Voila!! Amazing improvement ... and we will not procrastinate in doing this more often now that we know how to keep our carpets looking clean.

So, I ordered additional Stain Solver ... since we have a list of things as long as our arms that we can clean/improve with this great product.

MANY thanks, Tim!"

Kathie

CLICK or TAP HERE to see stunning before/after photos of how Stain Solver can restore a carpet that might have been on its way to the dumpster.

Stain Solver will clean anything that you can get wet with water. As soon as it gets a little warmer, my agenda includes using it to clean the algae and mildew off my kayaks down by the lake. I’ll also use Stain Solver to clean my cedar dock panels before I seal them.

CLICK or TAP HERE to see quite a few videos of me using Stain Solver. What do you think of that blue shirt I’m wearing in a few of the videos? WOW, do you think it makes my eyes pop?

HOT WX Coming!!!!

Before you know it, you’ll have your AC on, You’ll be gritching about how certain rooms in your home are still hot and uncomfortable with the thermostat set at 70 F. If you live below the Mason-Dixon line, you may already be gritching.

Did you know your HVAC system may have a fatal flaw? If you have a two-story home, did you know with a little work, you can make your house much more comfortable? One-story houses are even easier to fix.

CLICK or TAP HERE to discover what the problem is and how it can be fixed for good. No more sweating in bed!

That’s quite enough for a rainy cool Thursday here in New Hampshire.

I’ll be back with more podcasts on Sunday. I’m having a blast recording them.

Is there one you want me to do for you? Just reply here and let me know the home improvement question that’s keeping you up at night.

Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com SUPER CLEAN and SANITARY - www.StainSolver.com Analog Man - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over! P.S. Would you like to transform an interior fireplace made from brick or stone into something that will make you smile each day? Maggie did it with her daughter. It’s easy and the look is simply stunning.

What am I talking about? Well, silly, CLICK or TAP HERE and scroll down to see. Be sure you pay attention to the one photo where you see the small piles of colored powder!

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[manuelclapid]

April 9, 2020 AsktheBuilder Newsletter

Let’s start with a question. Can you hear the guitar picking in the background? Welcome! If you’re a new subscriber I can see that quizzical look on your face. I like to listen to music as I compose the newsletter each week. Do you like your eggs runny? Or think crossing your legs is funny? Can you ponder for a moment what tune is bouncing off the walls of my man cave? RIP John … I’m going to miss you.

And you! There’s a good chance you’ve been a subscriber so long that you remember the day I announced the Kickstarter project where I spent six weeks building a deluxe two-story shed.

I know Robert remembers because he rode his motorcycle from the Baltimore area to work with me for a week. He had the foresight to realize he could dip himself into the magic waters of hard-core rough framing while working alongside me.

Do you want to reproduce my shed or a smaller version in your yard? CLICK or TAP HERE and you’ll be BLOWN AWAY by the plans.

My Sewer Backup <RANT>

Two days ago, the sewer line under my house got clogged - again. It last happened about sixteen months ago. This time I was furious!

CLICK or TAP HERE to discover why it happened and what I’m now doing to make sure it NEVER HAPPENS again. Right at the top of the page is my latest podcast about the crappy event - pun intended.

Be SURE to listen to the podcast if you want all the details. All you have to do is click the round orange/red PLAY button to get started. The player at the top of the page looks like this:

Repair/Restore Countertops

Money might be pretty scarce right now in your house. Or maybe you’ve always been thrifty. Do you have a plastic laminate (Formica or Wilsonart) countertop?

Does it look worn? Does it have a chip or a scratch? Do you want it to look like a NEW granite top?

You’re NOT GOING TO BELIEVE the video you’re about to see. It shows how to transform a plain-vanilla countertop into a stunning centerpiece in your kitchen.

CLICK or TAP HERE now to see what’s possible. You can do this transformation. You do NOT need pro skills!

Listen to the podcast at the top of the page while you’re at it!

Crazy Clean Carpets

Kathie emailed me a few days ago. I had shared some advice with her about how she could make her carpets look brand new. Here’s what she sent me:

“We used Stain Solver on that carpeting as you directed, and we are VERY pleased with the results.

1. We mixed well: 1 cup SS to 1 gallon of HOT tap water and poured this into a garden sprayer. I remember you telling me to make sure ALL of the Stain Solver was dissolved so it wouldn’t clog the tip of the sprayer.

2. We sprayed the carpet well, and let it sit for 30 minutes.

3. We poured 2 gallons of HOT tap water (with 1 scoop SS mixed well) into the rental machine's "soap" container. (NO additional soap was used)

4. Then we used the machine to scrub the fibers, then extract the liquid/dirt.

Voila!! Amazing improvement ... and we will not procrastinate in doing this more often now that we know how to keep our carpets looking clean.

So, I ordered additional Stain Solver ... since we have a list of things as long as our arms that we can clean/improve with this great product.

MANY thanks, Tim!"

Kathie

CLICK or TAP HERE to see stunning before/after photos of how Stain Solver can restore a carpet that might have been on its way to the dumpster.

Stain Solver will clean anything that you can get wet with water. As soon as it gets a little warmer, my agenda includes using it to clean the algae and mildew off my kayaks down by the lake. I’ll also use Stain Solver to clean my cedar dock panels before I seal them.

CLICK or TAP HERE to see quite a few videos of me using Stain Solver. What do you think of that blue shirt I’m wearing in a few of the videos? WOW, do you think it makes my eyes pop?

HOT WX Coming!!!!

Before you know it, you’ll have your AC on, You’ll be gritching about how certain rooms in your home are still hot and uncomfortable with the thermostat set at 70 F. If you live below the Mason-Dixon line, you may already be gritching.

Did you know your HVAC system may have a fatal flaw? If you have a two-story home, did you know with a little work, you can make your house much more comfortable? One-story houses are even easier to fix.

CLICK or TAP HERE to discover what the problem is and how it can be fixed for good. No more sweating in bed!

That’s quite enough for a rainy cool Thursday here in New Hampshire.

I’ll be back with more podcasts on Sunday. I’m having a blast recording them.

Is there one you want me to do for you? Just reply here and let me know the home improvement question that’s keeping you up at night.

Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com SUPER CLEAN and SANITARY - www.StainSolver.com Analog Man - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over! P.S. Would you like to transform an interior fireplace made from brick or stone into something that will make you smile each day? Maggie did it with her daughter. It’s easy and the look is simply stunning.

What am I talking about? Well, silly, CLICK or TAP HERE and scroll down to see. Be sure you pay attention to the one photo where you see the small piles of colored powder!

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