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booksandwords · 9 months

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The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music by Dave Grohl

Read time: 2 Days Rating: 3/5 Stars

The Quote: Though Kurt and Jimmy were not "family," I invited them to be, and that invitation can sometimes be even more intimate than the connection to any blood relative. There was no biological obligation here; we were bonded for other reasons: our parallel spirits, our love of music, and our musical appreciation. You cannot choose family, and when you lose family, there is a biological imperative that implies a built-in type of mourning. But with friends, you design your own relationship, which in turn designs your grief, which can be felt even deeper when they are gone. Those can be roots that are much harder to pull. — (p.187)

Warnings: Drug use, references to death. Neither are particularly graphic and the drug of note is weed.

Rather than writing The Storyteller as a linear timeline of his life Dave Grohl has written this as a series of short stories I guess tied together by theme. It is a good writing style to use allowing for events impacting each other over time to be discussed together. Such as the chapter He's Dead which discusses the deaths of two influential men in Dave's life, Kurt Cobain and Jimmy Swanson despite them happening over a decade apart. Others such as Bedtime Stories with Joan Jett tell the story of a limited event in this case introducing Violet and Harper to Joan Jett, at first her as an inspiration than her in person. It does glance over some of the more darker/ negative moments in Grohl's life but I'm okay with that if I'm honest. There is nothing but love from him when it comes to the 5 most important women in his life, his Mother Virginia Grohl, his wife Jordyn Blum and his daughters Violet, Harper and Ophelia Grohl these are also the women to whom the book is dedicated. You can feel Dave's love for his mother on the page to the point where she is the last person he talks about, to in the epilogue.

Changing my review style for this one a bit, something that I will think about doing for biographies in the future too. It is my opinion that it is not the place of readers to judge the experiences of an individual it is our place to read and enjoy their presentation to us. So I've decided to make this review a series of dot points moments that made me laugh, quotes I want to comment on or just note-worthy things. • In a way similar to Kimi Raikonnon's biography Dave Grohl's first wife, Jennifer Youngblood, isn't mentioned. The only time he comes close is in referring to their 1997 divorce in relation to another event. More surprising is his not referring to his older sister, Lisa, by name at all. Though I know nothing of their relationship.

• The man and his injuries... the ones he talked about floored me. One of them is the infamous "I think I just broke my leg" moment from a concert in Ullevi Gothenburg. It is just one of the moments you see exactly how much he will do for his fans. There is an interview with Dave Grohl, Taylor Hawkins and Johan Sampson from Sweedish tv filmed in 2017 that just made me laugh. Another of the injuries tells you exactly how much Virginia Grohl went through, Dave describes being hit so hard in the head (accidentally) by a golf club that he split his skull open.

• Having no true musical training, I didn't refer to the sound as "notes on paper; it became shapes that I could see in my head as I listened intently to the multiple layers of instruments. Like colorful building blocks stacked upon each other, music became something I could "see," a neurological condition known as synesthesia, where one sense is activated (hearing) and another unrelated sense (vision) is activated at the same time. — I like this description of synesthesia, it is accessible not all of the ones I've seen are. He explains later it as seeing LEGO bricks, each part of a song is a LEGO brick that needs to be clicked into place. (p.65)

• or hiding small chunks of hash in Skeeter's dreadlocks so that we'd all have something to smoke on the long drives between shows (nothing like watching our bassist play with the drug dog on the border, knowing full well that his tangled mop was filled with ounces of spicy hash), we did what we had to do to get by. But not without a few close calls along the way. — I don't know why this is so funny to me. But I couldn't not include it. (p.121)

• "David... I know that you love your friends, but sometimes you have to put your needs ahead of others'. You have to take care of yourself." — This is Virginia's advice to Dave when he has to make the decision between staying with his friends at Scream and joining Nirvana. We all know what he chose. (p.130)

• It's appealing to see a different side of Kurt Cobain, seeing the man rather than the muso. There is a particular section I like... "At the end of the couch sat an old table where Kurt kept a pet turtle in a putrid terrarium. A true lover of animals, Kurt had an intriguing, perhaps metaphorical appreciation for turtles, as their wheels, the thing that most protected them, were actually quite sensitive. "Like having your spine on the outside of your body," he once said. But as beautiful and anatomically correct poetic as the sentiment may have been, it eventually made no difference to me, as this goddamned reptile kept me awake every night by tapping its head against the glass for hours on end in an attempt to escape our shared den of filth. I couldn't blame the poor thing. I often felt the same." (p.134) On this sentiment even while being courted by record labels, hard, the early days of Nirvana were hard as balls. It was fairly obvious they would be but it's more than I realised. Their fame and potential to better their circumstances was astronomical.

• I never knew the import of Smells Like Teen Spirit to Nirvana's story. Not the release of it but the writing and creation of it. The story of the M/V is fantastic. • The chapter He's Gone is heavy. It starts with the lines... ""He's gone, Dave" My knees gave out and I dropped the phone as I fell to my bedroom floor, covering my face with my hands I began to cry. He was gone. The shy young man who had offered me an apple upon our first introduction at the Seattle airport was gone. My quiet, introverted roommate who I'd shared a tiny apartment with in Olympia was gone. The loving father who played with his beautiful daughter backstage every night before each show was gone." (p.181). This is not actually from Cobain's death, it's from his March 3rd OD. This severely impacted his ability to grieve his suicide 5 weeks later.

• I had no idea where the Foo Fighter's name came from. Or that Dave Grohl was a UFO nut. Has an interesting take on spirituality.

• Taylor and I had become practically inseparable since he had joined the bad the year before, becoming devious partners in crime from day one. During his stint as Alanis Morissette's drummer, long before he became a Foo Fighter, we would bump into each other at festivals all over the world, and our chemistry was so obvious that even Alanis herself once asked him, "What are you going to do when Dave asks you to be his drummer?" Part Beavis and Butthead, part Dumb and Dumber, we were a hyperactive blur of Parliament Lights and air drumming wherever we went, so there was no one I would rather have shared this psychopathic safari with than Taylor. — It was this moment that made me realise that Taylor Hawkin's memorial might rival Chester Bennington's for star power. It's also a fantastic description of the relationship between Taylor and Dave. (p.213)

• There they were, wandering about like us mere mortals. And in the light of day, no less! I had always imagined (hoped) that these dark figures only came out at night after hanging upside down like bats in their mausoleums, nocturnal creatures refusing the sun, just waiting to terrorize us all with their evil anthems beneath a full moon. To my dismay, I think a few of them in shorts holding soda pops but whatever. Metal lives. — This is talking about the legends of metal performing at Ozzfest. Honestly I just think the man has a way with works, this made me laugh because it is a helluva visual. (p.215)

• The whole Down Under DUI chapter is fun. I barely remember it, but I do remember it. Getting a DUI shouldn't be funny but it kinda is when that is how you achieve it. I'm glad that Dave Grohl recognises that they are not as chaotic as Blink-182 but those two in the same room? 🤣

• Our secret was mostly safe, though Paul somehow knew, because well, he is the all-knowing, all-seeing, omniscient and omnipotent Paul McCartney. — Dave Grohl and Paul McCartney have a really interesting relationship. They have a long relationship that led to Paul playing drums on a Foo Fighters song (on which Taylor sings) Dave has performed multiple Beatles songs including with Violet. (p.300)

• There was no way that I could possibly repay this roomful of icons for the years of inspiration that they had given me, but if I could make them smile, dance, and feel the joy of music, as they had done for me my entire life, I was making a small dent in my debt. — This is about a room full of some of the most influential people in Dave's life including Paul McCartney and AC/DC. (p.302)

• Inspired Yet Again is a smart chapter. It is a few people he's met that had an impact on him in varying degrees. It does end with an ending. Dave is a gifted orator (perks of being the son of a speechwriter as well as a songwriter) he's spoken at multiple inductions are ceremonies over the years, but this ending was a funeral, Motörhead's Lemmy.

• For in a world full of Barbies, every girl needs a Joan Jett. — The whole chapter with Joan Jett Violet and Harper is just gorgeous and I'm so pleased that it was included. If you know a little girl without a strong female role model... find it, provide it. Especially now in the social media generation. To me, this is a chapter for his girls and daughters everywhere. (p.331)

• I love the idea of the Daddy-Daughter Dance, especially in an area with so many workaholic dads. This chapter has an insane story of travelling 40 hours return just to keep both his fans and daughters happy.

• WTF... KFC and champagne? Can someone who drinks tell me if that actually works?

• It is fantastic to read a person so trusting in their own instincts. Leaving school to make music his life, giving up the opportunity to join Tom Petty, performing Blackbird at the Oscars.

To me, this is a book that needs to be read to be appreciated. You do not need to be a fan of Dave Grohl's music to appreciate this, in disclosure, I am not a fan of Scream, Nirvana or The Foo Fighters. I read this because it was acclaimed, I quite like biographies and Dave Grohl has the reputation that made with appealing. Usually, the high praise of a book would put me off it but it's different for biographies I judge them differently and have different expectations from them. I firmly believe this deserves the praise that was heaped upon it in the wake of its publishing. Dave Grohl has lived a helluva life from being raised by a strong single mother, Virginia and breaking so many bones to being in immensely popular bands and living surreal moments with famous and finally raising three beautiful and talented girls he would move the world for.

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kscriba · 1 year

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"What was this doing on my bed?" A long, curly red hair glints in the lamplight, pinched between Harper's four-hundred dollar nails.

"Done icing me out? Ask Mod." Harriet places her headphones back over her head. Her guided meditation was seconds away from sending her to sleep and the last thing she needs is an irate twin wondering why Harriet was on her bed. Possibly entangled with Ty.

"Spencer doesn't have long hair. I told you not to touch my stuff! I'm going to make Spencer put in a new door, and a lock on mine—"

Harriet snaps the headphones off, ignoring the gentle voice asking her to imagine her worries floating off her skin like dandruff. "Spencer. You're so pretentious. You're too cool to call them Mada? Or Mod? Are you going to start calling Dad Jayce now?"

Harper flicks her braid over her shoulder. "Don't be stupid. This is different. It's awkward calling them Mod. It sounds weird."

"Do your followers know she's genderfluid?"

"Obvi. Spencer has their own Wikipedia page."

"And do your followers know that you're gay?"

Harper's lip twitches. "Who says I'm gay?"

"Your Wikipedia page?"

"What?!" Harper's phone is already in her hand when Harriet starts laughing. "Don't be a bitch. What's your problem, anyway? My orientation isn't anyone's business."

"Not Tyrone's?"

Harper smiles, her Invisalign-straightened teeth gleaming with pointed malice. "You always find a way to work my boyfriend into the conversation. You don't have a crush on him, do you?"

"No, I don't have a crush on him. I'm in love with him, actually." Harriet's blood turns to ice. She clenches her fists, focussing on maintaining eye-contact with Harper.

Harper's smile only widens. "In love with him. Isn't that cute?"

"It's not a joke, Harper." Harriet stands, hating how she has to turn her head up to look Harper in the eye. "While you play your numbers game for strangers on the internet, you hurt real people. Tyrone. Masami. Me. We've all done what you've said for long enough. But I'm done with it, Harper. I don't care if I ruin your reputation. I don't care if I ruin mine. At this point, I don't even care if I ruin Tyrone's. Everything in my life is shit. Everything except for him. You don't even care about him! I just want one fucking thing for myself, is that so hard?"

"Whoa, Nelly!" Harper hides her snickers behind a hand, the other pushing Harriet back. "Relax. Shouldn't I be the angry one, since you're sneaking around with my boyfriend? Don't answer that, it's rhetorical. Masami already told me about you goggling him. If you're going to be such a crybaby about it, I guess I could break up with him before the gala. I already gave it some thought, it could actually work in my favour. 'Harper's boyfriend cheats on her with her twin, finds strength in sadness thanks to the latest collection.' It could work well, don't you think?"

"You already knew? And you could have broken up with him already?"

"Oh my God, are you going to turn this into a big deal, too? I'm doing you a favour, Harry."

Harriet's hands dart towards her desk, trembling over a penknife, before she drops her fists, purposely pressing them flat against the wood. "You're selfish, conceited, and the worst sister anyone could have been damned with." She lifts her eyes from the desk, and smiles frankly at her twin. "I really and truly hate you, Harper. I wish you had never been born. Now get the fuck out of my room."

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theolsentimes · 3 years

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Mary-Kate Olsen's Singular Style

She came to fame as a twin, but the actress's cultish look is entirely her own. Here, with Lauren Hutton, she pays homage to another fashion inspiration, Grey Gardens. Written by Laura Brown, with photography by Peter Lindbergh (Harper's Bazaar, 2007)

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Mary-Kate Olsen may be the only young actress who breezes into her local Starbucks wearing towering, fashion-fierce Balenciaga boots, who arrives at her latest premiere (in Mary-Kate's case, for the new season of Showtime's Weeds, in which she plays a devout Christian with a pot fetish) sporting an oversize cross, and whose favorite band is Led Zeppelin. She may, in fact, be the only young actress who knows who Led Zeppelin is. MK, as she is known to her friends and family, is also a punctual and professional sort. She arrives for a poolside tea in Los Angeles 10 minutes early, ordering a hot chocolate while explaining her fetish for all things sweet — "I'm a candy girl, like Tootsie Rolls and Swedish Fish" — and objecting when the waiter tries to take the sugar bowl away. She is wearing a nautical striped T-shirt (her mom's, from the '70s), tucked into two black Wolford slips rolled down and turned into a tight, Robert-Palmer-video-style mini, and multicolored sparkly Christian Louboutin stilettos. She's just had her hair colored, returning to a sunnier shade after some experiments with both peroxide ("I woke up one morning and was like, I want white-trash hair today") and the dark side (an auburn-haired near-Goth moment last year). She's carrying a large black fringed leather Prada tote — she doesn't do small bags — and her fingers are covered with rings, most notably two vintage coiled gold snakes stacked on top of each other. ("They remind me of twins, sort of double headed.") Altogether, the effect is less her famed "bag-lady chic" than an edgy, body-conscious, and, yes, sexy silhouette. If she weren't 21, she could be 40. And French.

Few people need reminding that Mary-Kate — with her twin sister, Ashley — literally crawled into celebrity aged nine months (courtesy of Full House) and has not been out of the spotlight ever since. She has been a celebrity for more than two decades. Perhaps that's one reason she seems as if she came out of the womb worldly, the textbook old soul. "Yeah," she says with a small shrug. "I get that a lot." With all of that attention and all of the money (her and Ashley's company, Dualstar, has famously become a "billion-dollar business"), Mary-Kate could easily have ended up the type who wears pink terry cloth and carries a variety of small dogs. "Could you imagine?" she says with the politest version of a snort. "No way." She credits her exceptionally close-knit family (she has five siblings) and, interestingly, early stardom with helping her keep her perspective. "I think it helped that I started in front of the camera, so it didn't come as a shock. If I was a teenager and was thrown into the spotlight, I don't know how I would react, to be honest." Though the tabloids are all too keen to brand her a skinny, nervous deer in the headlights, in person Mary-Kate is easy in her skin, confident and surprisingly tactile, curling up in her seat and touching you on the arm to make a point. She laments the generic style of most actresses and cites only men as style inspirations: "Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp. Men, they just dress the way they want, and they don't think about Who Wore It Best." She doesn't much care for Who Wore It Best, noting she avoids those pages by "wearing vintage so often. I just dress the way I feel instead of looking for what's the new handbag." If Mary-Kate and Ashley have their way, more people will be wearing clothes and carrying bags the way they do. They have just shown the fifth collection of their ready-to-wear line, the Row, and recently launched a contemporary label, Elizabeth and James, named after a sister and a brother. The Row's holiday collection (in stores next month) is a slick mix of skinny leather pants, razor-cut blazers, butter-soft, slouchy tees, and a destined-to-be-cultish pullover fur. Lauren Hutton, who stars in the Row's Spring '08 look book, says, "The clothes are extraordinary. A man I was with just loved them. The pieces are just so genius, soft like a baby's skin. Simple minimalist stuff, but really spectacular." Mary-Kate, designer, faces an interesting challenge. She has to marry Dualstar — which has made its fortune selling tween-tastic DVDs and pastel Mary-Kate and Ashley T-shirts at Wal-Mart — with her increasingly edgy and subversive taste. Dualstar executives, some of whom have worked with her since she was a child, often nag her, mom-style, about pulling her hair back "or wearing a color," she says with a laugh. "I had this event recently, and I was like, They're going to be so happy that I'm wearing ... purple. I actually have to think about those things, though, you know, so I don't get trashed." Get trashed sometimes she does. Hutton says, "Once in a while, she'll wear something and I'll think, Oh, baby doll, take another look. But to have the bravery, to take the chance to do that, is pretty wonderful. She is making her own way, which is hardly ever done in Hollywood." Of Mary-Kate's penchant for gigantic Balenciaga heels, Jenji Kohan, the creator of Weeds, says, laughing, "I'd be like, 'It's Tuesday. Do you really want to be wearing those shoes?' But she pulls it off." Designer Giambattista Valli, a friend, says, "She likes to take risks, but because she has such strong personal style, she always manages to make it work. Even if she had nothing on, she'd have style." And MK chic is spreading. "Sometimes I'll look at people or at a magazine and I'll do a double take because I'm like, Oh, my God, that's my outfit, but that's not me," Mary-Kate says. Playing with her wire-rimmed aviators, she jokes wryly that she should have bought shares in Ray-Ban. (She and Chloë Sevigny pretty much brought back white '80s Wayfarers.) She tends to fall in love with a look, then wear it until she's done. "If I put together a good outfit, I'll wear it for three days and then switch it up with a blazer," she says. "I still love my vintage jeans, my tights, and my pants, though." She didn't start wearing heels, in fact, until a couple of years ago: "I kept watching Ashley walk around in them so gracefully, and I'm such a klutz. But I ended up loving heels, and I don't usually take them off." She wears precisely one pair of flat shoes: Chanel's knee-high patent-leather gladiator sandals. This season, it's Balenciaga's fall collection — all of it — that has Mary-Kate obsessed. She is close to designer Nicolas Ghesquière and says, "He is so talented, but he's the nicest, most down-to-earth guy, and that makes everything he does more brilliant. I bought everything, but I haven't got anything yet," she says like a girl impatiently waiting for Christmas. Will she wear the new pieces with her infamous clodhopper boots? "Uh-huh. Wore them the other day, actually." Mary-Kate always goes with her gut, even if some people (back to those tabloids) don't quite get it. "The tabloids say things about me? What do they say?" she asks archly. "People are going to write what they want, and everyone's going to have their own idea of who I am. But I'm not trying to be friends with the people who are reading them, really." After a rough couple of years filled with near-forensic scrutiny of her weight, she'll have you know that she does eat. "This is not going to sound good," she laughs, "but I like making crispy tofu sticks with peanut sauce. I love my sashimi and my salmon and my vegetables." She observes, "Stress plays a big role in how I look day-to-day. I've always been very active — Pilates, yoga. I grew up horseback riding every day for hours. I love dancing. I usually last longer than anyone on the dance floor." A common image of Mary-Kate has her emerging from a coffee joint with an oversize cup. "I always get creamed for having my Starbucks cup," she says, sighing. "But the only time people get photos of me is when I'm getting coffee, when I can't sneak away from the camera." She also resents the pictorial implication that she and Ashley are dilettantes. "They take photos of us going into our offices, and it's 'Mary-Kate and Ashley shopping again.' But I'm going to work for eight hours, and we're working so hard. ..." She trails off. "It just shows how people want to think of you." Mary-Kate is not above celeb watching herself, however. Newly obsessed with Victoria Beckham, she notes she avidly watched Beckham's Coming to America documentary: "She's running around in a bikini and heels, and I'm like, Oh, my God! I do that, too!" How positively Grey Gardens. "I run around my house naked with heels all the time. It's so funny. All my friends will tell you I love running around in kimonos and jewelry or naked with jewelry." More people will be watching Mary-Kate soon, thanks to her role in the Emmy-nominated Weeds. "I am a very good Christian girl," she says with a wink. "She has her moral beliefs — and she happens to smoke pot." Of her newest cast member, Kohan adds, "Mary-Kate is complicated. She's a big celebrity, a huge media icon, but you have to separate the media images from someone who has the same issues, the same desires, as anyone else." Of course, Mary-Kate's image, in all its incarnations — from high fashion to small screen — is her strongest asset. And she has yet to settle on one. "I feel like I've lived 10 different lives already and I'm only 21," she says, almost as a reminder to herself. "But I also feel like I'm entering a new chapter." One thing on which she is clear, though: She doesn't need to be looked at all the time. What would she do for a day if she were invisible? "I would probably go to a restaurant with my friends, who would be able to see me, of course," she adds pragmatically, "and I would sit outside and enjoy a nice lunch with them. Then I would walk down the street." The old soul takes a sip of her little-girl-sweet hot chocolate. "That's what I would do."

#Mary Kate Olsen #mary kate and ashley #Ashley Olsen #harper's bazaar #magazines #articles #photoshoot

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 4 years

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The Red Witch

Jasper Hale x Reader part 2

A/N: So here is the 2nd part everyone! I hope you like it!

Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.

Warning: language. Blood

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” You hear your friend Melanie ask you, her voice laced with concern as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Your head was beginning to throb violently and the scent of everyone’s blood was beginning to reach you. You could sense their pulse, the flow of their blood through their veins, and a part of you, deep down inside, hungered for it. Not in the way vampires felt, but in a way that you wanted to rip their souls out of their bodies and bathe in their blood while you only gained more power. And it sickened you. It sickened you to the very core.

“I think I need some fresh air.” You turn to face her, only to hear her gasp when she stares at your eyes.

“What? What is it?” You ask her.

She pulls you to the back of the shop, making sure no one noticed before speaking to you in a hushed tone. “(Y/N), hun, I don’t want to freak you out but, your eyes are red.”

“They’re what?!” You stare back at her in confusion before pulling out your phone to see for yourself only to let out a gasp as well.

Both your eyes were blackened in this deep blood red that covered not only your irises but your sclera as well, resembling something of a demon from the pits of hell. You shut your eyes in response, not even wanting to look at yourself, the mere sight of your eyes horrified you.

“Shit shit shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. I haven’t had this happen to me in a long time, not since I was little.” You hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Does that mean?”

“Yes. I let my stupid emotions control me. And now look.” You run a hand through your hair as you open your eyes back up, staring at the floor. “I need to go. I need to go before this gets worse and I hurt someone.

“Don’t worry hun. You go and sort it out. I’ll close the shop early. And please, remember to breathe.”

You nod in agreement before taking out a pair of your sunglasses from your purse and throwing them on to cover your eyes. You slip on your black leather jacket, grabbing your belongings and rush out the shop. With a quickened pace, you walk over to your 1967 dark blue Shelby Mustang with white racing stripes and hop in. You strapped on your seatbelt and put your keys in the ignition to start the car, gripping the wheel as you closed your eyes, listening to and feeling the rumble of the engine. It was one of those things that calmed you down, you always loved the sound of muscle cars.

Taking a deep breath you rev up your engine and drive off, the sound of your car echoing through the streets as you race out of town and towards the woods so that you can be away from from everyone. You had your windows down and your radio up, enjoying the feeling of the wind against your face as the scenery around you blurred past.

You pulled up to a small clearing not too far from the road and got out of your car. Looking at the trees around you, you throw your head back and take a deep breath, taking in the smell of the forest. The throbbing in your head was still there but it was starting to fade. You slip off your gloves and sit down near your car. Glancing down at your hands you noticed that they were turning pitch black with tendrils that seemed to wrap it’s way up your arm, like a poison that runs through your veins only to reach your heart to provide an inevitable ending. Your powers felt like a poison coursing through your veins, and the thought of it ever reaching your heart made your blood run cold. You also noticed that your fingernails have grown to a sharp point, like the claws of an animal.

Shit. Shit shit shit. You needed to stop this.

You unlace your black dr martens and kick them off, digging your toes into the grass and feeling the earth beneath you as you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you tried to become one with your surroundings. Earth, fire, water, air, spirit.

You hadn’t used your powers in a long time and were out of practice. And yet, you felt like you needed to. You feared that if you didn’t learn to control it, you would eventually succumb to it and then your powers would eventually control you. And that was the last thing you wanted. With a deep breath you open your eyes back up and stare at your hands. Using your sharp nail, you slice into your arm and watch as the blood slips out of your wound before swirling around your fingers. You try to focus on a certain object and watch as the red substance slowly flows together, forming a red dagger in your hand.

So you weren’t completely out of practice. You let out a sigh of some form of relief, watching the blade melt back into blood, slipping back inside your wound before healing itself. Then slowly, your hands and fingernails returned to normal.

Thank goodness.

After a short period of sitting on the grass and listening to the peaceful sound of the wind and the birds, you pull your phone out of your back pocket to look at the time.

Shit.

Your little sister Harper was going to be off of school in a couple of minutes and you didn’t want to be late. You throw your docs back on and get back in your car before starting your engine and racing off out of the forest and towards Forks high school. You had your radio turned up and currently Led Zeppelin was playing as you pulled up to the high school.

You left the radio on and got out, leaning against the hood of your car with your arms crossed over your chest. You stood there, searching for your sister and finally see her appear out the front entrance.

She had her backpack slung across one arm, her 80s style windbreaker blowing against the wind. She was wearing her old white sweatshirt she found at the thrift store that had Scooby Doo on it, tucked into her high waisted jeans that were rolled up to show off her funky new socks that she just bought because they had dinosaurs all over it. The laces of her white converse were hastily tied as she makes her way over to you with her head lowered.

The way she dressed always made you smile, she always looked like she stepped out of an 80s sitcom, and it perfectly resembled her dorky and full of life personality. Standing next to each other, no one would have ever thought you two were related, with your dark choice of clothes and her bright and colorful ones.

“Hey scooter.” You smile at her once she approaches you.

“Hey” she mumbles out quietly, pushing her glasses up as she gets to the passenger side, making you raise your brow.

Huh. What’s wrong with her?

You turn around to get back into your car before a familiar face stops you in your tracks, making your clench your fist as your breath hitches in your throat.

“Oh you have got to be shitting me.” You hiss, looking away once Jasper catches your stare.

Great, so Jasper and the other vampires happen to go to the same high school your sister goes to. Just great.

You catch Harper giving you a wtf look before turning around to follow your eyes to see for herself what you were getting so upset over.

“(Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing Harper, get in the car.” You shake it off as you both get in.

You sensed Harper watching you carefully as you start your car back up and pull back out of the parking lot. You gave Jasper one last glance, feeling him staring into your soul as you drove off.

How could someone you’ve sworn to forget, someone who didn’t even remember you, still have such an effect over you?

“So how was school?” You ask her as you make your way back to your home, which was located away from town. You could still feel her staring at you.

“It was okay. Nothing special.” She shrugs, looking at the road in front of her before turning back to you. “So what’s up with you? How come you’re acting so moody?”

“So what, you’re my therapist now?”

“Well you were totally chill until you saw that weird pale, Lestat looking dude.”

Did she just call him Lestat?? Wheeze!

There was a pause before her eyes widened a little. “Wait, is he? Is he the same guy that’s in your necklace?”

You clench your wheel as your back straightens up, using your free hand to grasp the intricate gold locket you wore around your neck. The one Jasper gave you many many years ago that he had custom made to have a dragonfly on it. The one you put a small picture of him in to remember him by.

“Did you go through my things?” You raise your brow at her.

“.......maybe.”

“Harper.”

“Hey! I was bored okay. It’s not like I did it recently. And you have so much old shit anyways.”

“Hey, language.” You shake your head with a roll of your eyes. “And it’s not just any old shit okay. It’s stuff that means a lot to me.”

“Looks like a bunch of ancient junk to me.”

“Oh so you’re calling me ancient now.”

“Well technically....”

“Harper.”

“Ok! Sorry!” Harper laughs before getting serious again. “But seriously though, who was he? You’ve like never told me about him.”

You let out a sigh, feeling a lump in your throat that felt like it refused to go away. “That’s because it hurts to talk about him. Jasper and I, he used to court me back in 1862. Harper.....we were supposed to get married.”

A/N: Part 3 coming soon! I didn’t want this chapter to be too long so I had to split it. Thanks for all the support you beautiful people! 😁

Tags: @twilight-kpop @cricketlicket @bella-stenbakken @ineffabledears @elisemurphy06 @ashdab2611 @pancake-pages @toomanybandstocare @cammellia

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Movie Review: Happiest Season

Well, that sure wasn’t happy at all. Spoilers and a... not favorable dissection below.

Kristen Stewart was great, her character Abby was also highly likable! So was her best friend, so was one of the sisters of her girlfriend’s and the husband of the other sister.

But how do you make a movie - any type - about a couple and just... keep pointing out why this relationship really ain’t a good idea, to then end it with them engaged?

Literally anything to make Harper a likable character. Anything at all.

And even Abby’s best friend’s speech about coming out and how Harper’s coming out isn’t about Abby felt incredibly disingenuous.

Because the problem of this movie is not that Harper isn’t out.

The problem is Harper’s behavior about literally everything.

She lied to Abby about being out to her family, for months

She invited Abby to Christmas with her family, but only told Abby that she isn’t out when they’re halfway there

She made Abby go back into the closet by putting her into this position through her net of lies, with zero warning

She lied about having had a boyfriend, for just... no reason at all

She lied about her ex-girlfriend, from whom Abby learns that Harper completely threw her under the bus and pretended like she was some poor straight uwu victim of a gross lesbian harrassing her, just so Harper could save her own skin when people found the love-letters Harper got

She completely ditched Abby for the majority of this visit. A visit to people Abby didn’t know at all

She pretended like she got caged by Abby simply asking where she had been when Harper stayed out all night getting drunk

She told Abby they ‘needed a break’. While Abby is stuck there, at her family’s, where she knows no one. And only over the fact that Abby expressed that she got worried when Harper was out all night?

Just to then have the audacity to get jealous that Abby has befriended Riley. And she just continued getting jealous of her ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend getting along, instead of being glad that Abby found at least one (1) person to spend time with

This movie did absolutely nothing to make Harper a likable or even redeemable character in this relationship. And then it pretended like The Big Problem was that Harper wasn’t out to her family.

No. Not being out was not the problem. Spending months lying to her girlfriend about being out, inviting her girlfriend to Christmas and only telling her that she is going to have to go back into the closet during this family visit when they are halfway there, being irrationally jealous and possessive and just literally lying the whole entire time about so many things, that’s the problem.

Being in the closet does not justify lying continuously to your girlfriend about so many things? How was it too much to ask to get a wholesome gay Christmas movie, why did I have to spend two hours watching one girl treat her girlfriend like shit and lie to her all the time, just for them then to get engaged. That’s... not rewarding. Neither was the forced outing; feelings on Harper’s personality aside, I am so tired of this trope of “shitty straight person forcibly outs gay person”.

Which also, there was just... no resolution about that at all? The parents immediately embraced the gay, even after the “life style” comments earlier, even after getting mad at Sloane for telling such bad lies about her sister. Nope, any and all homophobia was just instantly overwritten, there was no conflict. There was also no continued conflict about the fact that Sloane forcibly outed her. It’s just... family hugs and kisses.

That’s probably this movie’s biggest problem. It set up all of those conflicts and all of those problems - in the family, as well as the relationship - but in the end, everyone just hugs it better, without actually really... working through any issues or properly resolving anything.

I think would have actually enjoyed this movie had the conclusion been that Harper is actually bisexual, still has feelings for her high school boyfriend - which would at least explain why she lied about that - and saying that she felt the need to hide that from both her family and her girlfriend, ending with her actually embracing her sexuality and her and Abby absolutely breaking up because holy shit this relationship ain’t working at all; clearly you do not trust your girlfriend if you keep so many things from her. And then, in a flash forward in the end-credits we see them on the next Christmas, as friends, Abby there as Riley’s girlfriend, Harper there happy with Conner.

I don’t know, I’m just... very disappointed, this was not what I felt promised in the trailer. It looked like a wholesome lesbians working through this thing. I had assumed they were on the same page about things; that Abby knew, going into this, that the parents didn’t know. But the way this whole narrative was framed and how it was executed, it just... completely didn’t work for me.

#Happiest Season #Happiest Season (2020)#wlw Stuff

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Oc-tober Day 17: Embrace

Harper finds company through the family cat on a quiet night at home. I’ve always imagined the family having a cat but I’ve never committed him to page until now!

Thanks to @oc-growth-and-development for creating this list!

Day 17: Embrace

Harper still wasn’t used to being home alone. With three sisters, it was rare for all but one to be busy on any given night, and even rarer for both of their parents to be occupied elsewhere. But tonight, it just so happened that the twins were at the movies, Violet was at a sleepover, and their parents were at a dinner party, leaving Harper all alone for two straight hours.

Harper actually loved being left alone, but she didn’t necessarily like being in a house all alone. Holing up in her room while her family bustled just outside the door was fine. But without them, the house took on an eerie feeling. It wasn’t supposed to be this quiet and still. She turned on the TV to fill the void, and when that wasn’t enough, she systematically turned on a few lights throughout the house, so no corner was left completely dark.

She laid out on the couch and tried not to look at the clock, wishing she could take better advantage of her freedom. Shouldn’t she be thrilled to have all this space to herself? But it was the weight of responsibility that kept her on edge. If someone knocked on the door, she’d have to answer it. If the power shorted, she’d have to handle the fusebox. If any little thing happened, or if anything went wrong, she couldn’t count on someone else to fix it for her. And while she liked solitude, she wasn’t quite prepared for independence like that, even for two hours.

Well, she did have one companion: the family cat, a slight grey and white tabby named Al (full name J. Alfred Prufrock, christened by Harper’s English-major mother who said he was shy and quiet just like the subject of the poem). True to his namesake, Al was scared of practically everything: door opening, loud voices, any sudden movement. He spent most of his time under beds and in the basement, away from the hustle and bustle that Harper so missed. In fact, if you didn’t look closely, you might never know the family had a cat, he was so reserved. But tonight, undeterred by any anxiety, Al crept into the living room, cautiously eyeing Harper.

“Hi,” she smiled at him, careful not to move too much, lest he run away. “You like when no one’s home, don’t you?”

Al stretched and yawned approvingly, stalking to the couch and looking at Harper with curiosity and longing.

“If I pet you, you’ll run off,” Harper sighed. It was hard being an animal lover when the only animal you had was a people-hater.

But Al surprised her. He put his front paws on the couch for a second, as if testing the waters, and then pulled himself onto Harper’s lap in one swift motion. She hesitated, not sure how to react to his uncharacteristic friendliness. It wasn’t until he rubbed his head on her hands and purred, begging for attention, that she finally gave it to him.

The soft, monotonous motion of stroking Al’s ears made Harper feel much calmer. She’d always thought he was cute, but he was even cuter up close like this. When was the last time she’d pet him beyond an errant stroke? A few months ago, maybe? She smiled and scratched the top of his head. “You’re a good kitty,” she soothed, and he purred even louder.

Taking her chances, Harper gently wrapped her arms around the cat, giving him a little squeeze. “You’re a good little friend,” she said, nuzzling his head. “I love you.”

Al, not the biggest fan of embraces, wriggled free, hopping on the floor and rubbing against her legs instead. “Well, this is good enough,” she figured, reaching down and scratching his ears until her sisters came home, reviving the house, and sending Al back to his hiding place.

#oc-tober #october #oc-tober 2 #oc-growth-and-development #harper #s

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It Happened One Summer eARC Review

GOODREADS SYNOPSIS: Tessa Bailey is back with a Schitt’s Creek-inspired rom-com about a Hollywood “It Girl” who is cut off from her wealthy family and exiled to a small Pacific Northwest beach town... where she butts heads with a surly, sexy local who thinks she doesn’t belong. Piper Bellinger is fashionable, influential, and her reputation as a wild child means the paparazzi are constantly on her heels. When too much champagne and an out-of-control rooftop party lands Piper in the slammer, her stepfather decides enough is enough. So he cuts her off, and sends Piper and her sister to learn some responsibility running their late father’s dive bar... in Washington. Piper hasn’t even been in Westport for five minutes when she meets big, bearded sea captain Brendan, who thinks she won’t last a week outside of Beverly Hills. So what if Piper can’t do math, and the idea of sleeping in a shabby apartment with bunk beds gives her hives. How bad could it really be? She’s determined to show her stepfather—and the hot, grumpy local—that she’s more than a pretty face. Except it’s a small town and everywhere she turns, she bumps into Brendan. The fun-loving socialite and the gruff fisherman are polar opposites, but there’s an undeniable attraction simmering between them. Piper doesn’t want any distractions, especially feelings for a man who sails off into the sunset for weeks at a time. Yet as she reconnects with her past and begins to feel at home in Westport, Piper starts to wonder if the cold, glamorous life she knew is what she truly wants. LA is calling her name, but Brendan—and this town full of memories—may have already caught her heart.

MY REVIEW: A HUGE thank you to Avon and Harper Voyager for providing me an eARC in exchange for an honest review! I became an instant fan of Tessa Bailey when Fix Her Up came out and since I've recently gotten into Schitt's Creek, I figured this would be right up my alley! And it completely was! I was not disappointed at all with what I was given nor shown anything other than what I've grown to expect from a Tessa book. It was sexy, steamy, and full of laughter! Piper was way more dimensional than I initially thought her to be from the first couple of pages. I honestly thought she'd start as a 100% airhead but she had depth to her to begin with and it was so amazing to see her grow but also accept and celebrate her own awesomeness. She was vivacious, funny, caring, and honestly, smarter than she gave herself credit for. Her relationship with her sister Hannah was honestly my favorite part as well. She not only stood up for her younger sister but always, ALWAYS, put her first. Brendan, on the other hand, was very one dimensional. Rough and tough fisherman stuck in his ways. He literally had no appeal to me other than he worshipped the ground Piper walked on and was sexy in the bedroom. Other than that, to me, he had no personality. What you see is what you got with him, which is fine, but I really wish he'd had the chance to have more of a shine personality wise in this book, though I get why because it's more a book for Piper than for them as a couple. The story itself also takes the course over a month so I really felt as if the timeline of the romance was a skosh too quick. I can't remember how long the timelines were in Tessa's other books, but for some reason this one just really stood out for me. Piper moves to Westport, falls in love with Brendan to the point of moving in, and discussing babies all within the span of a month. That's just...fast. I do have to give it to Tessa for not ending the book with them getting engaged and married, though. That's a nice change from most contemporary romance that I've read lately. All in all, solid story. Wonderfully funny humor, great cast of characters, growth, SISTERLY LOVE, and steamy sex. Would definitely recommend.

RATING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

RELEASE DATE: July 13th, 2021

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Always Together: Chapter 1 - Where it All Began

It had been a day at school, and Jazz and I had decided to hit up the Nasty Burger the local food joint that was pretty much was the local teen hangout. We mainly met up there to study, get dinner, or both. I walk in and over to our usual booth and wait for Jazz. Which surprised me because she is usually waiting for me given that she already has a car, a sleek red convertible. And thus, always arrives a little before I do. And I begin pulling out my math sets from today, consisting of 3 sets across 5 pages. We are currently in what our teacher calls "Unit 0" which is basically a review from grade 8 and is going to last a week and a half, it is gonna have a test at the end mainly so the teacher can make adjustments based on where people are struggling or so she said.

Anyway, I am halfway done with my first set when Jazz finally pulls up. She is in her usual black fitted long-sleeved shirt paired with a pair of blue (almost cyan) jeans and black flats. Her hair is ginger, straight, and ends halfway down her back with a cyan blue headband. Her eyes are a deep turquoise. Her skin is pale but not sickly. I begin to wave at her as she approached; she smiled and quickens her pace. She sits down across from me in our booth and begins pulling out her homework, probably being quite a lot tougher than mine as she is a junior and I'm a freshman.

"Hey Jazz what took ya?" I asked her.

She replied with "I decided to take extra hours tutoring starting this semester" I frowned a bit at this as I am going to see her less and we had and will always be pretty close. She's been taking odd jobs around for as long as I can remember. She did this to help pay for food in the house and clothes on our backs. As much as our parents love us, we can't help but feel they loved their research more than us. And by a pretty large margin at times. Sometimes they are downright neglectful which kinda hurts to say. Often, when they are into the flow of work on an invention or research we won't see them for days at a time. This is probably why I'm so close with Jazz. That, and our parents' career choice had alienated us from the rest of the town and our respective peer groups by consequence. She was always teaching herself important life skills so she could intern and teach me. I often see her as more of a parent than a sister in that regard.

"So how was your day at school today?" She asks with a hint of concern.

"Slow mostly, classes aren't really kicking off yet with the first week and all," I said as a matter-a-fact-like. She frowned a bit as she can tell am holding back but decided not to press. The bit I wasn't going to tell her that I was shoved and locked in my locker as I was getting my geography textbook and binder by none other than Dash Baxter. Which then in turn made me 37 minutes late for said class when I was let out by the janitor and lost a perfectly good lock in the process (AN: Gosh that used to happen to me in grade school and it sucked and was a bit scary. I was kinda the 'strange kid' throughout school and it, unfortunately, followed me to post-secondary) She asks me "Danny are you doing ok on your math?". And I reply with "It's mostly stuff from last year so far, which you did a pretty good job at explaining as always." And said with a bit of a grin.

"Well then, while you finish that. I'm gonna pull out my question on 1984. Do the readings." Leaving 'ask for help if you get stuck' unsaid and takes on a serious face as she begins to read.

I have no issues completing my math and move onto my English work concerning To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Whereas, Jazz begins her physics work and man did question looks strange to me, making me very glad I am only in Gr 9 math. And after about 45 minutes pass,

"Hey Jazz what have you got left? Because I got 3 more reading questions." I ask about getting a bit of hunger making my stomach growl. She giggles at this and answers with "Just the 5 physics questions. Why don't you go order our supper after you get those last three done?" She replied still in the middle of her 8th to last problem. I hurry to finish the questions which takes about sevenish minutes. Then I proceed to put my binders, textbook, and English book back in my school bag. Jazz then hands me 12 bucks for both our meals. And I walk over to the cash and internally groan a little when I see the length of the line. There are about twenty-five people ahead of me. 'Damn that early Friday evening rush!' I internally exclaim. I wait in line for the next sixteen minutes. I finally get to the cash the cashier asks in his usual squeaky and nasally voice, also with a slight lisp due to headgear? I thinking that was a thing of the past. It perplexes me a bit.

"How may I take your order?" He asks me.

"2 Nasty teen burger combos please" He punches it in and rings me up with 11.50 and I hand him the 12 bucks and he asks

"Would you like a receipt?"

I reply with a simple "sure." Then I advance in the 'waiting for food line' and do another 8 minutes of waiting before I get our food.

I then walk back over to Jazz, who had already her homework and is waiting for me. I start unwrapping my burger and take a few bits. Then, Jazz adopts a look of concern on her face. I realize now that she is going to press what didn't earlier.

"Hey Danny, did something happen at school today?" And I was right. I know that I should have told her initially but I was determined to prove that I can handle myself, not only that, but I was a little embarrassed. And with a little more nonverbal prodding on her part, I tell her what went down with the day.

"Danny you really have to tell someone about that boy or stand up to him to discourage this behavior." Jazz states in a serious but caring tone. I sigh with a bit of an eye roll.

"For one waaay stronger than me. And for two he's an A-lister and quarterback giving him immunity to punishment by the principle and like most if not of the teachers who get a slice of the sports pie, making any attempts to report him futile." I deadpan, then add "It's pretty damn backward that the people the A-list bully are the ones that get in trouble. Being locked in lockers/closets and being late for classes getting reprimanded by teachers. Or, how they force the nerds to their homework and assignments for them. It's absolutely disgusting!" I am fuming by this point. Jazz simply nods and listens as I continue to rant and we finish eating our fast food supper. We get up to leave, clear our trays in the trash. We both wash our hands and we leave the establishment.

As we are getting into Jazz's car she asks me "Do you want to go to Staples to get a new lock?"

"Sure, why not?" Staples is about a five-minute drive from Nasty Burger. She pulls up and parks close as she can to the store entrance. We get out and enter the store and head for the school supplies aisle. Luckily it's still early enough in the semester that the back-to-school sales are still active. I pick out a pack of 4 master direction locks for 12 bucks, and with that, we head, and with that we head to the cash and out of the store.

We get back in Jazz's car and head home. Which is a 7 min drive from staples. Now our house is quite unmistakable with its huge UFO looking structure on its roof and the bright neon sign reading 'FentonWorks' with an arrow pointing to our front door. Jazz pulls up on our driveway and we enter and head up to our rooms on the second floor.

My room has a pretty standard twin bed, blue walls, desk with a desktop computer. The walls are littered with NASA posters and on my ceiling, those kiddy five points glow in the dark stars with a few planets mixed in. I have a dream to become an astronaut or at the very least work for NASA. I set my bag down by my computer desk and grab the directional locks and start trying to pry the packaging open. Then get scissors because this is getting ridiculous. I finally open the packaging. Picking the black and white one out of the pack I set to read the instructions set the lock 'up up up left down right down' and practice it a few times and once I get it down pat, I place it in my bag and boot up my computer and pull up an article on the Andromeda Galaxy. I'm not even halfway through the article when I hear my dad's booming voice.

"Jazz, Danny, come down to the lab right away!". This is the first time I've heard from either of my parents in days. They've been engrossed in some new portal invention as far as I can tell.

I head down where I meet my sister. We both give each an eye roll. And climb the stairs down to the lab.

Both my parents are standing in front of a massive hole in the wall. Almost shaking with excitement grinning ear to ear. My parents are an odd pair. My dad Jack Fenton, in his usual bright orange day-glow hazmat suit with a black rubber collar, gloves, and boot. He also has a hood with orange goggles that is easy to tuck into the collar which is how he usually wears it but not right now hiding his midnight blue eyes and greying hair. My Mom Maddie Fenton was in her complimentary blue hazmat suit, with a black rubber collar, gloves, and boots. Like my dad's hood, hers can also be tucked away into the collar but unlike my dad, she had red goggles and usually wears it up. Hiding her auburn hair and purple eyes. Both my parents are ghost hunters/researchers. They both have an intense hatred of ghosts but at the same token are completely fascinated by them.

"Kids go grab your hazmat suits, so we can begin," mom instructs. Jazz and I head over to the far wall where all the spare hazmat suits are. I grab my hazmat suit which is white with a black rubber collar, gloves, and boots, and head into the lab washroom. Take off my usual clothes which consist of a white t-shirt with a red-ringed collar and sleeves, and a red oval on the chest, a baggy slightly worn pair of blue jeans, And white and red converse. Once I had zip it up, I notice a super cringy sticker of my dad's grinning face and rip it off. I hope he won't get insulted. I exit the washroom and Jazz enters. A moment or two later she emerges with her hazmat suit which is lime green with the same collar, gloves, boots, and hood the same as me, but her goggles are blue and mine, black. We all pull up our hoods and goggles. Jazz asks in slight disinterest "What's this one supposed to do?"

And dad gave a booming reply of "This baby's gonna bust open a hole into the ghost dimension! Jazzypants!" I'll admit this invention is starting to intrigue me. Dad then grabs two fat cables, one going to the portal and the other the wall.

Simultaneously as he connects them he shouts "Bonzai!" And a visible spark runs up the cables, halfway to the portal, and fizzles out.

"I don't understand, we check over the calculations and the schematics several times over" dad said in disbelief. Mom walks over to dad and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Jack, why don't we take a long walk together and grab some triple chocolate fudge as well. And come back to this tomorrow." Dad smiles a bit at the fudge but not with the same enthusiasm as he usually would. Both our parents exit the lab and head out. We pull back our hoods.

"Man, Jazz, I've never seen them that crush before." Jazz rolled her eye.

"You and I both know that portal was never going to work because ghosts and the paranormal are fiction." I just sigh in response, then she adds

"they'll get over it eventually and hopefully they will finally give up on this nonsense" she puts her fists in the air as she finishes.

"I'm heading back upstairs" and with that, she changes back into her normal clothes and leaves.

A few moments pass and I'm lost in thought 'maybe they just missed a wire, a switch or something.' 'It would be pretty cold to explore step foot in a whole new dimension' and with that mind is made up. I walk over to the portal and climb inside. Just as jazz comes down I'm already at the end of the portal.

"Hey, Danny, have you seen my phone? Danny you still down here?" She calls.

"No I haven't, have you checked the washroom? I'm in the portal." I answer.

Jazz responds with "Danny what are you thinking! Get out of there now!" I hear the worry in her voice and head back out. But as I do, I trip on a bundle of wires. To stop myself from face planting, I shoot my hand out and it catches on a panel. I hear a 'click' and remove my hand to reveal to buttons; On and Off, the on button is pushed in. I hear the whine of electricity. And turn to run, but it is ready too late. There is a sudden bright green, blinding light that engulfs me. And with it unimaginable searing white-hot pain. I feel as though every nerve and cell in my body is being torn apart and reforming. I hear a deafening blood-curdling scream and I slowly realize that's me screaming. 'Am I dying?' The pain starts to subside a bit as I hear a woman calling, no screaming my name it's so familiar but I can't quite place it. It's so far away, I want to get closer. But I'm so tired, my limbs feel lead. I remember whose voice it is now. It's Jazz. I tumble out of the portal and the world fades the black.

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sgtbradfords · 3 years

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Please could you write a Chenford prompt with this: “Who were you with?”. Thank you! 💖

Thank you for the prompt hon! I hope this does what you requested some justice! It almost stumped me, but then I had an idea about the future and well lord knows my muse had enough fun with it then. ;) Enjoy!

Captain Tim and Lieutenant Lucy Bradford had both turned in for the night, laying in their king-sized bed, talking off and on about things they had heard throughout the day at the department as Tim read the book in his hand, Lucy reading something on her phone.

“He’s going to be late.” She mumbled, noticing the time.

Tim never looked up, turning the page in his book. “He won’t be late.”

“Admit it, he’s going to be late and you can finally pay up.”

Tim looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “He’ll cut it close but he won’t be late, he’s never been late a day in his life.”

“No, because he’s your son. But you may as well pay up now Bradford, he has less than two minutes.”

“Only when he walks through the door at 23:01 Bradford, will you be getting any form of payment.”

The clock hit 10:59 and Lucy began counting down the seconds in her head, making it to twenty-three seconds left when the sound of a thud, something heavy hitting the ground echoed through the house.

They both jolted, Tim’s right hand and Lucy’s left reaching for their guns in the nightstands before thinking better of it.

Heavy footsteps sounded as the person climbed the stairs, stepping on the eighth step, the wood creaking under the pressure as it always had over the past twenty years.

“You ok?” Lucy asked, arching an eyebrow as the person walked into their room. “Just learning to walk?”

“I’m fine, tripped over my feet.” He said, carefully falling onto his stomach on the bed, burying his face into the comforter.

“Did you lock up?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he lifted his head. “Yes dad.”

“Did you turn off the lights?”

“I think?” he said after a second “I’ll check before I head to bed.”

Lucy wrinkled her nose as a smell assaulted her senses, “Larson Wade Bradford. Did you not shower after the game?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you use soap? Because you smell like a locker room.”

“Yes mom. You can smell test me if you want.” The teen said as he stuck an arm out.

“I’d prefer not to.” She told him, pressing his arm back down. “Just shower again before bed.”

“You done good tonight. That hit in the third looked brutal, you feeling ok?” Tim asked, placing his book to the side, taking off his reading glasses.

“Conners checked me out and said I was good to go but I swear that linesman hit me right in the lung, knocked the breath out of me. I’m sore, and my head hurts a little.” He shrugged.

“Let me see.” Tim said as he got up from the bed, moving next to his son.

Larson lifted his shirt, the left side of his skin black and blue as Tim began pressing on his side, Larson wincing when it became painful.

“Shit!” he cursed before gritting his teeth.

“Nothing’s broken.”

Lucy cringed at the sight of his marred skin as she got out of the bed, moving to the bathroom, searching the drawers for what she was looking for. She came back, two small white bottles in hand.

“Here, take these.” She said, opening and shaking out two pills into her palm, as he grabbed them and threw them back, dry swallowing. “And put this on after you shower again.”

“Was she this nice to you after you almost died?” joked Larson as he sat back down on the bed.

“Which time?” Tim asked as Lucy lightly slapped his shoulder.

“There’s not been that many.” Lucy told them, rolling her eyes as she climbed back into the bed.

“I was shot on your second day, you flipped the shop, I was infected with a virus, yet another car crash, you were buried alive, another car crash, and how can I ever forget the day you had to ride with Harper and you found that bomb. All within your first year as a boot, sweetheart.”

“You weren’t there for the bomb, I threw the guy out the window.” She smirked. “Besides, look at all the fun we experienced together!”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Your mom calls getting stabbed and shot at fun.”

“No, I’m not talking about that!” She said with a look on her face. “We used to have to go undercover together all the time even after my probationary year.”

“Why?”

“Pretty sure Wade shipped it.” Lucy told him simply.

“No one says shipped any more mom.” Said Larson.

“I’m pretty sure half the department shipped it Luce, you know how much money Wesley won from that bet.”

“Uncle Wesley won over like seven hundred dollars, right?”

“Correct, each person had to bet a hundred dollars.”

“A bunch of cops betting for when two people would hook up, who would have thought.” The seventeen-year-old said rolling his eyes.

“Hey! We got nine hundred dollars to put in your college fund from a bet so no complaining. It’s go big or go home.”

“What is a bet going on right now that involves us?”

“There’s the one of whether or not you father will retire with in the next five years.”

“Not happening.” Tim said as he placed his glasses back on, returning to his book.

“That’s what he thinks.” She stage whispered. “You were cutting it close to curfew tonight.”

Larson grimaced as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, a tell-tale sign he had inherited from his father. “Sorry.”

“Who were you with?”

“Hailey, Tyrell, Jonas, Nyah and Max. We went to the diner on Apex.”

“The one with the smiley face pancakes? And you didn’t invite me?”

“No I didn’t invite you, you’re kinda old mom.”

“I am not, I am forty seven! Forty seven is not old! Your father’s closer to sixty than fifty, if anyone is old it’s him!”

“Leave me out of this Luce. Besides, your daughter already thinks I’m a grandpa.”

“She’s twelve, besides she’s only calling you that because she doesn’t like it when you pick her up from school in the shop.”

“It was one time. When you get a call from the principal asking you to come for a meeting because your child punched someone and broke their nose, it warrants the shop. Besides that was before I knew she had punched another kid for bullying someone. We even went for ice cream! I think she is just calling me a grandpa to spite me.”

“Are we sure she’s not adopted? Because I was an angel at her age.”

They both looked at Larson, giving him a dubious look. “Sure you were and remind me again, who broke the window with a slingshot when they were her age?”

“Don’t forget he called 9-1-1 when he was six because he couldn’t remember a phone number.”

“Why remember a number when it’s programmed in your phone!” he argued.

“Scared me to death when you came flying up the drive, I had no idea what was going on.”

“He hung up the phone! And when I couldn’t get ahold of you, not knowing he hid the phone, I freaked out ok.”

“I know honey.” She said placing a kiss on cheek. “To answer your original question Larson, I know for a fact I spent thirteen hours in labor with her, she is in fact your sister, thank you.”

“She’s just inherited your mother’s rebellious streak a few years early.”

“My rebellious streak? You were the definition of a stereotypical bad boy Mr. Bradford.”

“You would have loved it.” He smirked.

“I find it hard to believe you had a rebellious phase mom.”

“Have you met your grandparents?”

“Good point.” He said as a yawn escaped. “I think I’m going turn in for the night, coach wants us at the field house by nine to review the tape.”

“Night kiddo, love you.”

“Love you guys too.” He said as he sluggishly walked out the door. “Oh, I’m taking Hailey out for lunch so I won’t be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ok, be careful. Text one of us if something changes.” Lucy said as he closed the bedroom door.

“You know, I think we’ve done a pretty good job with him.”

Tim smiled a twinkle in his eye as he placed the glasses and book on the nightstand. “I think we have too. Let’s just hope Angela and Wesley are ok with our son dating their youngest daughter.”

“How much you wanna bet Bradford, that they’ll both be boots by the time they’re twenty-five?” Lucy asked smirking as she walked her fingers up his arm, causing Tim to growl as he tackled his wife to the bed, his bodyweight pinning her to the mattress.

“How much do you wanna bet boot, that they’ll be married to each other by the time they’re twenty-eight?

“Wager the usual?” Lucy asked as Tim began kissing and sucking on her neck, causing her to shiver, even after close to being married for twenty years.

“As long as they don’t give us grandkids within the next ten years, it’s a bet.”

“We haven’t done this while they’ve been home in a while.” She gasped in his ear as his lower half thrusted against her, Lucy pulling down the sweatpants he was wearing. “Think we can still keep quiet and not get caught old man?”

Tim smirked as he reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up as she pulled her upper body off the mattress, placing a thirsty kiss to his mouth before mumbling against his lips. “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow sweetheart.”

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jason had just settled onto his couch with a jane austen novel and his favourite peach iced tea when damian crept in through his window. he sighed internally and decided to simply ignore him. he had told damian to use the front door (nevermind the fact that jason rarely used the door) and more importantly? he was freaking comfortable. after a few minutes as jason flipped idly through the book, damian cleared his throat. jason sighed again, outwardly this time and reluctantly dragged his eyes up to his youngest brother. baby bat was shivering slightly from the rain outside and jason simply rasied an eyebrow as he sipped at his tea. scowling, dami stomped over to jasons bathroom to dry off. he rolled his eyes. how dramatic. damian was acting like he sentenced titus and alfred the cat to their deaths instead of how he was actually saving jason from deep cleaning his rain soaked carpet. (he was still going to deep clean the carpet the next time he tidied up but still)

when damian stalked back into the room, looking less like a wet, angry kitten and more like a dry, angry kitten, jason titled his head back and established eye contact.

"so what brings you over to my neck of the woods, demon spawn?"

instead of snapping back like jason expected, damian simply stood there looking extremely uncomfortable. he shuffled his feet, opened his mouth then closed it and sat next to jason on the couch he splurged way too much on.

"i don't know how to tell you this" dami began, hesitant "but i believe harper is experiencing thoughts of suicide"

jason jerked up, almost knocking over his tea (and what a damn waste that would be) before fixing damian with a look. he hadnt noticed anything different in roy lately but he knew more than anyone that depression acted strangely and was hard to pinpoint. his mind raced with thoughts of why roy might be suddenly suicidal, from a sudden relapse to not getting a happy meal toy included in his 3.99 box of clogged arteries. "why do you say that, damian?"

"i have been keeping an eye on his health since he became a close confidant to you and last night he said something worrying that i am still not able to parse the meaning of" jason smiled lightly at that, in damian speak he was basically declaring that he cared for roy- if for nothing else than for how happy he made jason. still he shook it off and asked what roy had said that was worrying dami.

"he was patrolling last night" jason knew that. roy had been picking up his patrols since jason had a nasty leg wound. it was the reason he wasn't out tonight. "and he was on the phone with an unknown person, though i am inclined to believe it was either Starfire or Canary" okay, still not surprising "and then he said that the only place he could die happy was between your thighs" oh hello blue screen. yes jasons mind was in the middle of rebooting but could you hurry it along? he almost missed what damian said next. "not only does he wish for death upon himself, he wishes for you to give it to him!"

"damian" jason managed, frantically trying to figure out a way to explain to his baby brother without including his sex life. "uhh its just an expression"

damians face brightened up slightly. "really? he does not wish to smother himself between your thighs?"

"yeah, its like...like just a way to say... mind your business? mmhmm" he struggled to get out, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

"you have told father to mind his business a thousand times but i dont recal you ever using that one. is it new?"

oh god. jason would rather die again than continue this conversation.

"uhh its only used if you're close to someone" jason didnt know what he didnt wrong but dami's eyes widened in clear worry. "i thought you and father were reconnecting? has something happened? are you fighting again?"

well shit. jason had not thought this one through. fuck roy and fuck his mile wide kink that centered around jasons thighs. he was going to kill him. and he wouldnt even use his thighs. "oh nonono dami we're fine, just not as close as me and roy" he hedged, pleading to gods he didnt believe in to stop this conversation with whatever means necessary. strike him dead if need be but *please*. damians eyes narrowed "and exactly how close are you with harper, jason?" jason stared in disbelief. how had his nice relaxing evening turned into such a shitshow? damian was fine with roy when he and jason were just friends but now that he was (correctly) assuming a relationship, his over protective instincts were kicking in? christ. he remembered how when dick and babs finally started dating (again), damian seemingly lost all respect for her and called her an evil harlot more than once.

thankfully he was saved by answering in the form of the best person jason had ever met aka duke thomas. he announced his presence by awkwardly coughing. jason met his dark eyes and mouthed 'help me' over damians head. duke smiled as if it was getting pulled out of him by torture but nodded.

"hey dames, dick wanted you to join him by the docks when you finished up here" damian scowled "cant you see i am clearly not finished yet"

"hah, well dick was facing up against scarecrow and i think he needed some back up but you know him"

"yes, he wont admit he needs help when he very clearly does" damian sighed "very well, ill go check on dick. you stay and question jason. " and with that damian clambered out the window and after he disappeared from sight, jason threw his head back to stare at his ceiling and groaned. duke laughed at him.

"hey daisy duke?" duke grumbled at the nickname and jason cracked a smile "how did you know i needed back up?" duke winced and ran a hand over his dreads. he made a face and jasons soul was slowly draining out of his body. "oh haha funny story" duke rocked back on his feet and faked laughed "damians com was still connected to the channel" jason froze.

"who was on the channel oh my god" duke smiled thinly and his hand paused on his head. "other than me? everyone." jason buried his head in his hands and let out a high pitched whine. duke consolingly rubbed his shoulder. this is why jason loved him. he hadn't even laughed at jason like tim, dick or steph would or started plotting death like damian started to. he and cass would just offer support. jasons favorite brother and sister right here folks. duke sat down beside him

"listen. i know what it's like to be outed when youre not ready and when i heard damian grilling you about roy, i thought i would help" jason turned and stared at his brother. duke was staring at his hands and avoiding eye contact. "i got caught with a boy when i was 15 in high school. its pretty shitty to be gay and poor in a homophobic neighbourhood but its worse to be gay, poor and black." jason knocked shoulders with him. "if you tell me the name of whatever asshat outed you, I'll shoot him for you." duke let out a waterly laugh. "they kept bullying me for being gay but if they even listened, they would have realised that im pan" he joked "its a completely different thing after all". jason snorted

"that was horrible"

duke winced "yeah, it was wasnt it. im bad at this" it was jasons turn to avoid eye contact now.

"talia once caught me with a league operative. a male operative. i was so paranoid for days until i caught shiva leaving her rooms. i got the courage to tell her i was bi and she just patted my cheek and asked how my training was going."

duke huffed out a laugh. "bruce gives you shit but i for one think your lesbians moms are cool"

jason laughed with him "just wait until you meet Ducra. shes a badass"

"ducra?" he questioned with a weird look. "how many moms do you actually have? i knew about diana and your assassin moms but thats a new name" jason burst into laughter at the expression on dukes face. "its not fair man. steph is the only other one with a mom and you have four! you need to share" jason choked on his laughter and shoved duke.

"first of all, its only *three*. ducra is like my badass abuela"

"dont you already have a badass grandma? have you forgotten about Ma Gunn? she threatened to shoot bruce in the dick last week!"

"yes well excuse you i need strong female role models in my life, fuck you" the two of them continued to joke around for a little while longer before jason caught a flash of black kelvar outside his window and sighed. duke followed his eyes and smiled before patting jasons shoulder and pushing off. "have fun with the one strong male role model in your life. im going to see if cass needs help" both of them knew that cass wouldn't need help but jason accepted the excuse for what it was. "me and steph are still coming over to study tomorrow. college is kicking my ass and i need you to explain this English assignment to me"

jason scoffed "im not writing your essay for you"

"eh worth a try. bye jace" duke gave a two fingered salute and slipped out the window. jason took the brief reprieve to sip his tea and mourned when he discovered the ice had melted and watered down the peach taste. for the third time that night, someone crept into his window. oh well. third times the charm right? jason wasn't going to acknowledge bruce until he said something himself. it was a repeat of damian. jasom read his book as it got increasingly uncomfortable.

"jason."

"bruce" jason drawled, not lifting his eyes from his book. bruce grunted like the neanderthal he was and jason finally huffed out a heaving breath before marking his page and looking up. bruce looked supremely uncomfortable. actually his face looked exceedingly neutral but jason knew how to read bruce and that was the brow furrow of how do i deal with jason without fucking it up? jason was well famailairsed with that one.

"you know i love you" jasons own eyebrows rose. bruce only said 'i love you' like four times a year tops. and he usually never wasted it on jason. bruce deflated at whatever face jason must have made. goddamn it. this was why jason always fought with bruce with his helmet on, he couldnt control his facial expressions for shit. "no you dont know that." bruce smiled thinly and to jasons suprise, quickly crossed the room and knelt, placing his hands on jasons shoulders.

"even if you dont believe it, and its my own fault that you do and i hate that i ever caused you to even doubt my love for you, i swear that i do, jay lad" jason was completely frozen. he had expected bruce to yell at him for letting roy go unchecked on patrol last night and how irresponsible he was yada yada, not this declaration of feelings that he had no clue how to deal with. he couldnt remember the last time bruce called him that. it had to have been when he was still in those scaly green panties and pixie boots. and not the adult verison that jason picked up from a halloween store on a whim just to see roys eyes.

bruce sighed and drew jason into a hug. when bruces shoulder started getting wet, jason was horrified to realise he was crying. "i wanted you to know that i wouldnt love you any less for loving a man. but you have to know that i love you in the first place for that to happen" bruce said self deprecating.

"shut the fuck up" jason said sniffling and gripping his dads back. "i hate you"

bruce laughed softly at him before pressing a kiss to the side of jasons head. "i want you to know that i expect roy-and you- over at dinner on sunday. i need to meet the man that stole my babys heart" he murmured. jason laughed wetly "youve already met roy, you just want to con me into actually coming to family dinner"

bruce smiled "that was before i knew you two were dating. roy needs to know what hes getting into" jason leaned back enough to stare into bruces eyes and weakly punched him in the chest "dont threaten my boyfriend. he refused to look at me for two weeks after t was done with him" bruce sighed longingly "its times like this when i remember what caused me to love talia in the first place."

"bruce!" the aforementioned man laughed and hugged jason tightly before stepping back a few steps. "Sunday dinner. you and roy. 8 pm." on a whim jason reached out and snagged bruces hand. "hey" he started, swallowing "you wanna stay for a while? we could watch a movie or something" bruces eyes softened and he nodded. "let me change out of the suit."

and if roy had crept in after patrol only to see jason napping on his dads chest to a shitty action movie playing in the background and took several pictures, well that bruces fault for not waking up when roy stumbled it. (nevermind the fact that bruce had every single one of those pictures saved on his phone) (nevermind the fact that after roy put his phone away, he was greeted to the sight of batman glaring at him as he twisted a batarang around his fingers. it was sorta ruined by the fact that jasons curls was hiding the lower half of his face but roy was still adequately terrified)

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Book Review: The Heiress Gets a Duke by Harper St. George

For any of you out there who are thirsting for a historical romance that throws an impassioned, enterprising, will-leave-you-breathless jab or two then this one's for you! Fans of Evie Dunmore in particular, a category in which I include myself, will be rapt as well as delighted to submerge themselves in this boxing ring world of fortune hunting and social climbing and “arranged” marriage of convenience. Just grab yourself a towel first because you're bound to leave these pages a little sweaty! August Crenshaw, an American heiress and businesswoman, and Ethan Sterling, the Duke of Rothschild, are the kind of duo who will thrill you at first match up. No question about it. She's a brainy, radical progressive who refuses to allow her or her sister to be sold into matrimony by her parents; he's a debt-ridden lord who must marry well to save his family and estate from destitution. She wants a career and autonomy, not a husband. He needs a wife, and soon, not an uncatchable catch like August. So, naturally, he decides to pursue her despite being offered up her younger sister, Violet, instead. As a result of this, they find themselves poised on opposite sides of the same ring like two evenly skilled opponents from the beginning: circling each other. They move synchronously, in seductive dance, with their fists raised and their lips primed. Both of them ready to steal a savory sampling whenever the time is right. The sparks between August and Ethan will have you on your feet, gripping the ropes, and shouting from your seat from their first fight club meet-cute. You'll continue dabbing the sweat from your brow throughout their tenacious courtship battle as they negotiate betrothal, side-step the demands of her family, and surrender to mutual attraction. You'll be hoarse, completely spent, by the time you reach the end of their torrid "marry me" affair. The story itself is taut. It's contentious. It's romantic. It's befitting for the time period yet also a bit modern in sensibility. In fact, one of my favorite things about it is there's a womanly call to arms for agency, for freedom and respect and independence, which is enhanced by the romance and never diminished because of it. I only have one word for that: INCREDIBLE. Also, with two main characters who have a panache for demonstrating their obstinate clashes of will and desire whilst also embroiling themselves in a passionate magnetism that cannot be denied, this book houses so many scrumptious tropes and themes. I cannot begin to enumerate them all but I will highlight a few. For starters, it reeks of enemies-to-lovers vibes. (My favorite.) Secondly, it's polluted with elements like prizefighting, kissing bets, dancing, meddling parents, and swoon-worthy compromise. Thirdly, it toes the line between conventional and subversive which only adds to the Cherry On Top sexy-sexy of the time period plot. All in all, this one's a feast for readers who, like me, love a little bluestocking progressiveness thrown in amid the confines of an aristocratic British society. It delivers a good firm punch as far as historical romances go so I'd definitely recommend adding it to your shelves! What more can I say? It's the perfect hot tea drinking, curled beneath the covers, too cold for anything except steamy love, mid-winter read. Be on the lookout for this one in January of 2021, lovelies!

3.5/5 stars Many thanks to NetGalley and Berkley Publishing Group for the ARC in exchange for my review.

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Choices: One

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Felipe had his gun drawn, cautiously making his way up the driveway of an old friend he knew so well. ell. Looking behind him he saw a few of his colleagues surveying the area. Seeing the footsteps and the front door that was wide open, he knew that they were too late.

“I think we’re too late.” Felipe told his colleague.

Quickly, they made their way up to the front door and found the place in disarray. The smell of gunpowder was still fresh in the air.

Felipe heard the cries then. Making his way to the back of the home, he saw his former colleague and his wife, face down, their blood pooling under them. Their daughters surrounded them, crying as their parents became colder and colder.

“Mommy,” Amelia shook her mother, begging for her to wake up. “Arper, she no wakey.”

Harper frowned, shaking her mother as well with the same result. She turned when she heard the footsteps, immediately wrapping her arms around Amelia. When she realized it was Felipe, her face scrunched up, the tears now flowing down her eyes. Felipe picked her up, his colleague, Jorge picking up Amelia.

“It’s okay bebita, Tio Felipe is here now.” Felipe kissed her head.

This was the reason he started anew in California, why he had to keep Angel and his newborn, Ezekiel along with his wife Marisol away from this. The cartel was hardly forgiving, and this was evidence of that. Looking at the two young toddlers in his arm and Jorge’s, he knew he had to do the same for them.

Harper sat down by the computer in her room, letting out a sigh. Packing was a bitch. Moving from Seattle all the way down close to the border was a feat. It’s not like she couldn’t find a place in Seattle to work. Plenty of hospitals needed nurses, but she wanted to work at an underserved community and well, her recruiter found her a job in Santo Padre. Which was fate bringing the puzzle pieces together.

She’s been wanting to see Felipe, to thank him for everything he’s done for her all these years.

More importantly, she wanted to meet Angel, Felipe’s eldest son and the man who’s had her heart since she was eight years old. It was surreal how this all began over the phone and after all these years, they’ve never met face to face.

Her adoptive father, Jorge, always spoke highly of Felipe, they used to be comrades of war. He never spoke about it often. But every once in a while, when he had enough to drink to let his inhibitions go, she could get a few things out of him.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but your parents love you dearly.” He would always tell her that, yet, he would never elaborate what happened to them. She knew they were no longer in this world and she had a sister, but from what her father told her, when he found her at an orphanage, it was only her left.

Harper remembered bits of pieces of her childhood, but at times, she felt that she blocked it out.

Too traumatic or some shit.

Regardless, here she was, spending her last night at her parents home. Her older brothers Oliver and Dominic were having a hard time letting her go, even though they themselves no longer live in Seattle. Oliver was currently stationed in San Diego with the Navy and Dominic was in Arizona. Right now, they were in Seattle since they were going to drive down to Santo Padre with Harper. No matter her age, Harper would always be their baby sister, no amount of degrees or make up could change that.

Her parents taught her the value of hard work.

They provided a roof over her head, gave her things that she wanted as long as they could afford it. They were never rich in the sense of materialistic things but their family was always rich with love and laughter. Jorge seemed to be a very strict man due to his military background, but he was the biggest jokester of them all. Harper’s friends growing up love coming to her home and just talking to her father, hearing his stories. Her mother, Elia, was an amazing cook and much like her father, a jokester.

Harper felt blessed to have her family. She couldn’t even say she missed her biological parents cause she never knew them.

But she was grateful for being blessed with Jorge and Elia. Along with her two doofus older brothers.

Dominic was the eldest at thirty four years old. He was currently a manager at a bank in Phoenix, Arizona where he resides with his partner, Brandon. They were in the process of adopting a baby boy, four months old. Oliver was thirty-two years old and was currently an active member of the Navy. He currently resides in Coronado, close to base, with his fiancé, Haley.

The three were all close growing up, the two boys taking in the toddler than their father brought him. They always wanted a sister and they got one in Harper. Blood or not, Harper was their baby and no one would ever harm her, especially not the people that killed her parents.

“Harp! Is everything packed?” She heard Dominic holler at her.

“Yes! We’ve been over this for the seventeenth time!” She yelled back.

“Okay smartass, if you fucking forget one thing tomorrow I’m throwing your ass in the lake.” Dominic warned.

Harper laughed before she stopped and rechecked her items. She wasn’t taking everything, this would always be her home after all. The most she took were her clothes and this dresser her father had made for her, she could never truly part with it.

There was a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She called out. “Who knew you knew how to knock Dom.”

Looking up, she found her father, a small smile gracing his lips. This has been difficult for him. He didn’t want her to move. Though the threat may no longer be there, he was still hesitant to part with his baby girl.

“All packed?” Jorge asked as he sat beside Harper on her bed. The bed where she shed tears over the first boy to break her heart. The bed where he read her endless stories about happily ever afters. The bed where he would hold her and lull her to sleep whenever she dreamt about the night her parents were slayed. The bed where he promised her that no matter what, he would always protect her.

“Yes, don’t believe Dominic, he’s just being an asshole.” Jorge gave her a look and she immediately corrected herself. “A jerk, Dom’s being a jerk.”

“You’re twenty-nine years old Harper, you’re allowed to cuss.”

“Yes well, you’ve embedded it in me that if I get that look, that means I’m not supposed to do something.” Harper gave him a sheepish smile.

“I know.” Jorge chuckled. “I decided to come along with you and your brothers, it would be nice to see Felipe again.”

“Really?” Harper grinned. “That would be great, you two could catch up and you could ease my nerves about moving to a new place.”

“You’ll be fine mija. If there was one kid I wasn’t worried about, it was you.”

Harper chuckled. “Thanks dad.”

She was ready for this new chapter. However nerve wracking it may be, she had a good feeling about this, that she was on the right path.

It was the path that led her to Angel and unbeknownst to her father, her sister.

Miguel fastened the last button of his white shirt as he walked into the dining room greeting his family. “Buenos días my beautiful familia.” He grinned looking as his two favorite women and his precious little girl. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek then leaned over cupping his beautiful wife Amelia’s face in his hand leaning in for a soft kiss before turning to the other side and placing a sweet kiss to the top of his daughter, Marisela’s head. He then took his place at the head of the table unfolding his cloth napkin and setting it across his lap. “How was everyone’s night?” He questioned as he looked to Marisela. He had been working all night so he had not come to bed. The last thing he did before shutting himself in his office was tuck his daughter into her bed and read her favorite bedtime story. He was hoping last night was finally the night she could sleep by herself, nightmare free. The poor thing had been suffering from terrible nightmares, waking up crying in the middle of the night before finding comfort in her parent’s bed. He loved her dearly but it could only go on for so long before something had to change.

“I had ‘nother nightmare.” Marisela spoke up quietly looking up at her father with her big brown eyes. “A scary monster came and swooped me away from you and I would never see you again.” She recalled, her little eyes filling with tears.

Miguel and Amelia’s hearts broke at the sight. They felt for their daughter and wished more than anything to be able to rid her of these fears. “You have nothing to fear mi princesa.” Miguel spoke softly to her, “Papa would never let that happen. You’re safe, surrounded by people who love and protect you.”

“Like tio Nessy?” She asked, perking up a bit. Nestor and Marisela had a very special bond, the little girl holding a special place in his heart as well.

“Ella,” Amelia spoke up catching her daughter’s attention. “Did you know Mama used to get terrible nightmares too when she was little like you?” Amelia had suffered from nightmares that would plague her after she was adopted. They were always so vivid and felt real but at the end of the day they were just dreams and eventually they faded with time. Hopefully it wouldn’t take Marisela’s quite as long to disappear for her.

“You did?” Marisela asked, eyes wide. “How’d you make ‘em go away?”

“Eventually they just did, baby.” Amelia said, giving her a comforting smile and reaching out to brush a curl behind Madisela’s ear. “Yours will too.”

Miguel watched on intently, Marisela was beautiful looking just like her mother and he thought about how lucky he was to have his family. “So,” he spoke up taking a sip of his coffee, “What are our plans for today?”

“Well, we’ll probably just have a little girl’s day.” Amelia said buttering her toast, “Do some shopping, maybe get our nails done and then dinner at (restaurant name)?”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll make sure we have a reservation.” Miguel said.

Nestor stepped into the room instantly gaining the attention of Marisela. She perked up at the sight exclaiming, "Nessy!" Nestor smiled at the little girl walking over to her as she bounced on her seat. He'd never get tired of the excitement she had every time she saw him. Looking up at him as he got closer Marisela pouted. Where the nightmares were a terrible feat for her she also knew how to use them to gain the sympathy of those already wrapped tightly around her little finger. "Had 'nother scary dream tio Nessy," She informed him, bottom lip jutting out as her eyes watered over.

"That's no good," he said brushing the stray tear away that trailed down her cheek.

Amelia looked to Miguel hoping she could have a moment to speak with him. The nightmares had been at the front of her mind for some time now. She hated seeing her daughter suffer through similar things to what she had growing up. She also missed having the bed to herself and husband again, the frequent addition blocking any and all intimacy between the two.

Miguel picked up on his wife's silent signal. “Why don’t you go wash up," He suggested to his daughter, "You've got a big day planned ahead, mi princesa. You'll need to be heading out soon."

"I'll take her, Mykie." Nestor offered lifting the girl off her seat and taking her hand. "Come on now little Ella." Amelia smiled at her daughter as Nestor and Marisela walked out of the room to clean up leaving Miguel, Amelia, and Dita still sat at the dining table.

Amelia’s smile faltered as she sunk down in her seat exhausted once her daughter was out of sight. She looked to Miguel again. “We can’t keep doing this Miguel. The nightmares have to stop. Marisela is barely sleeping." She rubbed her temples between her fingers in an attempt to massage the stress away. "Maybe it would be good to seek outside help, find someone she can talk to. Someone who could help her more than us."

Miguel grabbed her hand, stilling her movement and bringing it down to his lips for a kiss to the back of her soft skin. He held it tight giving it a squeeze as she placed her other hand on top of his “I think that’s an excellent idea, amor." He agreed. "We’ll find someone, look into it together. I promise."

Dita sipped her tea remaining silent throughout the conversations until now. “She’s a child, they have nightmares all the time.” She spoke up waving it off, “She doesn’t need a shrink messing around in her little mind and filling it with nonsense." She set her cup down on the table looking to her daughter in law "What she needs is for you to stop letting her sleep in your bed every time she has a silly little dream. The sooner she learns she doesn't have you to fall back on she'll get over it." She said sternly. "She's a Galindo, strong like her father." Dita smiled at her son.

Amelia gave her mother in law a tight lipped smile in return. It took everything in her to keep her calm. She and Dita did not often get along, Dita thinking Amelia belonged in the role of loving mother and doting wife nothing more and certainly not getting involved with the cartel business. What Miguel and Amelia had was a partnership though. She refused to be left in the dark. They respected each other, were a true power couple through and through. It was because of that that their marriage remained strong.

Amelia was adopted by the Mendoza’s, another powerful cartel that was south of Sonora. Together, their marriage would unite the two powerful cartels, sparing bloodshed between the two. The Galindo’s never crossed a certain border, helping the Mendoza’s retain their power in that part of Mexico, while the Mendoza’s helped the cartel keep their territory intact. After the DOJ’s meddling, the Galindo’s were not as powerful as they used to be. The partnership, forced partnership, with the government made them look weak, leaving distaste to other cartel families. But they also understood why everything occurred the way it did. And now, Miguel Galindo was in power and it was different to his father’s reign. They were unsure of his prowess, but he has proved that he could play their game, they just didn’t know how well he could. Regardless, the Mendoza’s allied themselves with Miguel, strengthening their partnership with a marriage. If they had a marriage, a child, it would be hard to betray one another, the fallout would be far too great.

Amelia and Miguel knew one another from when they were children, and always had polite conversations. When they were informed that they would be arranged, there was no fight from either as they knew their fates. Powerful families rarely wanted to marry outside of their class. Even though it seemed ridiculous at this time period, with all the progressive ideals that has been put forth, old habits were difficult to break. They’ve been married for

Miguel made her a promise the night their engagement was announced.

‘I know this is not ideal Lia, but I will protect you. I promise you that no matter what happens, it will be you and me against whatever is thrown against us.’

And Miguel has kept that promise. He’s even gone against his mother for her.

Miguel squeezed Amelia’s hand in support as he addressed his mother. “This is between Amelia and I, Mama. Marisela is our daughter. It is our decision to decide what is best for her. Even a Galindo could use a helping hand every now and then.”

Amelia gave Miguel a grateful smile, squeezing his hand back. Dita gave them both a tight smile before leaving the two alone. Amelia didn’t hate Dita, but she didn’t particularly like her either. More often than not, Dita always inserted herself in their marriage.

Amelia smiled as Marisela slowly awoke from her small nap during the ride over to town. She had to drop off a few things at the post office and she figured no better time than the present to see who her Pediatrician would recommend for Marisela to meet up with. Though, they most likely would go to San Diego as the choices were by far vast.

Hearing the familiar roar of the motorcycle, she looked as two Mayans passed her by, parking across the street at Carniceria Reyes. Coco and Angel dismounted, taking off their helmets and placing it on their handles. Coco looked back, his eyes meeting Amelia’s. She managed to give him a small smile and he returned it, their past memories running through both their minds.

What could have been.

What should have been.

“Still can’t believe she’s married to Galindo.” Angel shook his head. “Hola Amelia, come estas?”

Amelia rolled her eyes and flicked off Angel.

“Very nice to do in front of your kid.” Angel further teased her.

Coco smacked Angel’s arm, shaking his head. “Leave it, you don’t want Galindo breathing down our neck because you’re fucking with his wife.”

“You’re right.” Angel nodded his head, stepping on the sidewalk to make his way over to his father’s butcher shop.

Coco knew that no matter how he felt, this was the best for Amelia. Like what Miguel told him the night Amelia collapsed in his arms, she was better off with him. He could get her the proper treatment for his condition and he, a nobody, could barely reap his benefits from his military service. It was one of the hardest things he had to do. A relationship that lasted less than a year had such an effect on him, still did to this day. He dreamt of her often, how she would laugh at his corny jokes, take in his words of wisdom and always compliment on how intelligent he was. Those were the most cruel dreams, they were equivalent to nightmares, since it was a taste of what he had and could never have again.

“Yo, you alright?” Angel broke him away from his thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m good.” Coco turned away from Amelia, moving towards where Angel was.

Much like everything else in his life, Amelia and his children, were pushed to the side, because they were better without him. He would just ruin his life, much like how he always fucked up in his.

The club was the only family he had and it would always remain that way.

Harper walked in, the nerves in her stomach were going inside. Her father Jorge followed after her, smiling at Amelia’s excitement. He was glad that she was finally able to meet her Tio Felipe again after all these years. Ever since Marisol’s death, Felipe’s visits were sporadic at best, but Harper understood she always did.

“Be with you in a moment,” Felipe had his back turned to them, preparing the meat he was going to place in the display case.

“Take your time.” She responded.

“Compadre, you’re moving slower, should we be concerned?” Jorge couldn’t help but tease Felipe.

Felipe froze and turned around. “Jorge?” He wiped his hands with his apron, taking it off as he made his way towards them. His eyes then landed on the young woman beside him and his smile even grew larger. “Harper?”

“Hello,” she shyly greeted him.

“Don’t be shy now, go hug him.” Jorge gave his daughter a slight push.

Harper walked over to Felipe, wrapping her arms around him. The warmth she felt was similar to the one she felt when her father would embrace her. The men who saved her and her sister, wherever she may be.

“Mija, you’re so grown.” Felipe rarely smiled, but seeing Harper in front of him, even though he had seen Amelia numerous times, it was different. Harper was kept away, just to assure that the two would not be put together and hunted down. It was ironic how Amelia was now married to the family who got her parents killed in the first place. Felipe didn’t know who Amelia was going to be adopted too, he trusted a friend of his to find a good family for her, a family who would be able to afford her condition.

And those were the Mendoza’s.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned Harper once he pulled away. “What are you both doing here?”

“Came to help her unpacked, make sure everything is in order at her apartment.” Jorge wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I got a job here as an ER nurse, I’ve always wanted to serve underserved communities and my recruiter found me one here.” Harper excitedly told him. “I jumped at the opportunity as I’ve been wanting to see you and Angel as well.”

Felipe chuckled, shaking his head. His eldest son was enamored with Harper. Ever since they were younger, Angel always spoke to Harper. It was odd that they became as close as they’ve been, but Felipe was thankful. He felt that he failed Angel, that he didn’t give him the love that he deserved. He would make it up to Angel eventually, but he was glad Harper was here now, just so the two could finally meet face to face. Every time they would try and meet, it was never the right time. It was upsetting to say the least, but Angel always pushed through.

“Angel has been looking forward to meeting you for so long, I’m sure it would make him immensely happy to see you.” Felipe chuckled. “Have you two eaten? Let’s go grab some food and bring it back here.”

Felipe went to the back to lock up and change, Jorge following after him. Harper stood by the counter, checking her phone. The bell rang, indicating someone walked in. She looked up and found two men, one taller than the other, wearing leather vests. Giving them a small smile, Harper’s attention went back to her phone.

Angel studied the young woman before him, his eyebrows furrowing. “Amelia, weren’t you just outside?”

Harper looked at the man behind her and gave him a confused look. “Amelia? My name is Harper.”

Angel froze.

Harper.

He knew that voice.

It was her voice.

Angel didn’t know how he could feel so strongly about someone he never met. He’s always felt at ease with Harper. He could even say that he loves her. She’s been his best friend, his confidant for years. And to have her in front of him, he was in disbelief.

“Is it really you?” Angel studied her face, she looked just like Amelia, but she just looked different, seemed different. The smile on her face was brighter, more genuine. Her hair was burgundy stuck out to him. He remembered when she was nervous about coloring her hair and she looked beautiful. The half sleeve tattoo on her arm caught his eye, a sleeve she had shown him before.

God, she was gorgeous.

“Want to pick up your mouth bro, it’s kind of embarrassing.” Coco couldn’t help but tease Angel. Though it was eerie how much she looked like Amelia. “Fuck, I owe Gilly money.” Coco took his phone out, preparing to text their third musketeer.

And the fact she wasn’t a dude really surprised Coco.

His voice registered to Harper then. Her mouth dropped open before she shrieked and ran over to him, jumping in his arms. Angel’s arms immediately wrapped around her.

“Angel!” Harper buried her face at the crook of his neck.

“Fuck, you are real.” Angel couldn’t even explain how overjoyed he was to finally have Harper in his arms. He always thought that maybe life was playing a cruel trick on him and he was being fucking catfished, especially since she would never show him pictures of herself. She reasoned that her parents wouldn’t allow it, that people were looking for her and his father explained the same thing to him. Angel never pushed it, which was surprising for him, but he knew it must have been something if even his father and mother advised that it would be best to wait to see Harper

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Crush - Alex Russo

Mr. Russo puts two baskets with sandwiches in them on the counter separating the main room and the kitchen, his eyes looking back at his daughter with an annoyed look.

“Alex.” The Russo girl looks up from her nails and looks at him, slight confusion on her face. “Can you take these sandwiches to the clients?”

“... no.” She gives him a cheeky smile before going back to look at her nails, though she rapidly gives a yelp when he hits her back. “Hey!”

He points at the sandwiches. “Sandwich. Clients. Now.”

“Ugh, fine.” She takes the baskets in her hands and walks towards the table, waiting for her dad to disappear before she puts one of them in front of a random client. “There you go, pretend you ordered this.”

“Alex!”

She turns around towards the entrance to see a ginger-haired girl wearing a banana dress running towards her, a smile stretching the wizard’s lips when she recognizes her best friend. “Hey, Harper.” She frowns when her friend’s breathing only seems to get worse, her nose scrunching up when she starts pointing at the entrance and saying random words. “Okay, slow down… now tell me what’s going on.”

“It-It’s (Y/N)... she’s… she’s coming here!”

“What!?” Alex drops the last basket of sandwich on the floor, her heartbeat getting faster and louder as she feels her breathing getting stuck in her throat. “B-but I’m working! I’m not even wearing a cool outfit and my hair’s all messed up and-”

“Hey, Harper!” She almost gives out a scream when you enter the shop, her stomach twisting around when you approach the two girls. “What did you run away? I was about to ask you how you were.” You turn your head towards the wizard girl, a warm smile coming to your lips. “Hey, Alex.”

A weird chuckle escapes her throat before she can stop it. “H-Hi, (Y/N)! Um…” She clears her voice when she notices it going way too high, not liking the weird expression Harper’s giving you from behind you. “Do… do you wanna order something?”

“Oh, um…” You look around the sandwich shop, not having expected to even come here today. “... sure, why not-”

“Okay, great, sit right here!” You give her a surprised expression as she rushes you to sit down at a table, a shaky laugh escaping your mouth when she stands next to you and looks at you with the widest grin you’ve ever seen. “Comfortable?”

“Yeah-”

“Cool! Here’s the menu-” She takes the said menu out of one of the costumer’s hands and gives it to you, the Russo girl slowly stepping back away. “I’ll come back in a few minutes to take your order, okay?”

“Okay-”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon!”

You just give out a snort when she runs towards the staircase, taking Harper’s wrist and pulling her along.

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“Aw, come on!” Max throws a piece of licorice against the TV, frustration clear on his face. “Just ask her out! It’s not that hard!”

Justin quirks an eyebrow at his behavior, then gives out a playful scoff before he turns his page around. He rapidly looks up from his book again when Alex and Harper suddenly come up from the staircase with panic looks on their faces, his sister being especially overly… stressed out.

“I looked so lame, Harper!” She gives out a whiny sound that makes his lips stretch out, his hands already closing his book. “Did you hear my voice go high?”

“I did-”

“My voice doesn’t go high! Ugh! She’s gonna think I’m such a loser!”

“Well, well, well…” Alex yelps when she hears her older brother’s voice, her head snapping back towards him to see him giving her a smirk. “What’s going on, Alex? Do you perhaps… have a crush on someone?”

“N-no-”

“She does! (Y/N) is downstairs and Alex is freaking out because she doesn’t know how to ask her out!” Harper smiles brightly at Justin, though she rapidly loses it when her best friend sends her a hard look. “... sorry.”

Alex squints her eyes at the ginger-haired girl. “Thanks, Harper.” She looks back at her brother to see him smiling even wider than before, which makes her scrunch up her nose in confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh, for nothing…” He crosses his arms over his chest, almost jumping up and down with glee. “Just waiting for you to ask for my help.”

Alex gives out a loud laugh. “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever do that.”

“Oh!” Harper pokes her best friend’s shoulder with an excited smile. “I know what you should do! You should knit her a sweater with your hair-”

“No!” Justin steps back away in fear at that awful memory, Alex pointing at the ginger-haired girl with a stern look. “No… Harper. I am not gonna do that.”

“Just tell her you like her!” They all turn their heads towards Max, who’s still throwing licorice at the TV. “The worst that could happen is rejection! And then what? You’re gonna move on in a few weeks once the magazine swimsuit issues come out!”

Alex’s lips stretch out onto her cheeks. “Hey… you know what? That’s good advice.”

Justin’s eyes widen. “Wait, no, you’re supposed to ask me-”

“I’m gonna ask her out! Wish me luck, Harper-” The ginger-haired girl sends the Russo girl a wide smile and a wave, Alex sending her little brother a quick look before she disappears into the staircase. “Thanks, Max!”

“Huh?” Max blinks a few times before he turns his head towards Justin and Harper. “Did someone say something?”

Harper gives out a chuckle just as Justin shakes his head in disbelief.

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Alex feels her breath barely coming in and out of her mouth as she tries to walk towards your table, her hands shaking profusely because of her feelings. She hates how you’re making her feel this way, but she also loves how light she feels whenever you’re around.

“H-hey.” You look up from the menu to send her a smile, which makes her lips stretch out and a chuckle comes out of her throat. “Um… have you chosen what you wanna eat?”

“Oh yeah!” You look down at the menu and point at something. “I think I’ll take the-”

“Youwannagoonadatewithme?”

“Huh?” You blink in confusion, not quite sure of what you heard. “Sorry… can you repeat that?”

“Aah…” She looks down at the floor for a moment, then snaps her head back up with what could be mistaken as confidence. “I was… wondering… if you… wanted to go on a date with me?”

Your smile widens into a warm one. “I would love to.”

“Really?” She feels something flutter in her chest when you nod, the wizard girl not used to this feeling. “G-great! How about dinner and a movie?”

You give out a chuckle. “Sure!”

“Great!” She takes your menu and slams it against the table, her hand already taking your wrist and pulling you along. “There are probably a ton of movies playing right, so let’s go!”

You just laugh at her behavior, gladly going along with her plan.

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