Running Up That Hill
Day 27 with Alt 3 Separated from Loved One for @ailesswhumptober's event
(this scene lives rent-free in my head and is among my most influential whump awakening moments)
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Discovery characters as track and field athletes
Captain Michael Burnham - Mid Distance Runner 400m/800m
Keyla Detmer - High Jump/Long Jump
Dr. Hugh Culbert - Sprinter 100m/200m
Joanne Owusekun - Sprinter 100m/200m
Nilsson - Pole Volter/High Jump
Roland Bryce - 300m hurdles/long jump
Gen Rhys - Mid Distance 400m/800m
Cleveland Booker - Shot Put/Discus
Paul Stamens - lol he’s not participating but he did create the perfect stationary treadmill that can go at high speeds to ensure Hugh is at optimal performance… that treadmill is now in the ship’s gym thanks to Reno
Adria and Grey - Long Distance 1600m/3200m
Sylvia Tilly - Had to get the cadets organized to help at the meets, but she’s adamantly cheering on the Disco crew
Saru - 100m/200m (He’s with the alien games)
Jett Reno - 1600m
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Joanne Schiffer 🇩🇪
Rostock, Germany - June 13, 2020
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you know we talk a lot about The Crime Against Kansas speech but uh -- *points* i think this one wins.
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French had come a long way from the knockabout days of his New Hampshire youth. He lived most of his life in the corridors of power, an insider’s insider, an intimate of presidents who socialized with congressmen. For a time, he even had a modest national presence in the press. He achieved his greatest glory among the Masons, becoming a national leader of the highest rank. His death made the front page of The New York Times.
Since then, French has been almost totally forgotten, perhaps for good reason. Although he lived his life amid the nation’s ruling elite, he held little power of his own. He was the man behind the scenes par excellence, the one who made things go, the instigator, organizer, and promoter all in one.
Such a man doesn’t often make the history books, as French well knew. It was one of the many reasons he valued his diary. Future generations would see only what appeared in public documents, he worried. Diaries offered a different truth. Filled with the minutiae of life, they captured something of the past’s human reality, the commonplace people and everyday events that form the backbone of a time. As a newspaper clipping pasted in his diary put it: a diary “is the soul of days long ago.”
And what of Congress? What of its real history would survive? French had his doubts. A few months before he died, he addressed this theme in a speech before the Association of Oldest Inhabitants of the District, an organization that had welcomed him into its ranks several years past. Speaking of the “Old Capitol Prison,” he feared that the truth would be forgotten. Future “romancers” would tell tall tales about the prison’s horrors at the expense of its reality and truth. “I now predict, that the time will come when some fruitful but distempered imagination ... will produce a ‘Myth of the Old Capitol’ that will blanch the ruddiest cheek, and make the darkness of midnight awful.” He knew whereof he spoke, he insisted. In some distant future, someone would read his speech and declare him a prophet.
French was talking about the construction of history, and he was indeed prophetic; he knew that past events are stripped of subtleties at the expense of truths in the progress of time. In the case of Congress, later generations overlooked its ugly undertow, envisioning its history as a succession of great issues discussed by great men speaking great words, with nary a trace of the tobacco-stained rugs.
French preferred a history of light and shadows: the majestic vista of a candlelit night session peopled by bleary-eyed, cranky, unshaven congressmen. His attempt at a memoir in 1856 put his ideas into practice. Characteristically, it opens with a few lines of verse, though not his own.
Quoting Robert Burns, French wrote:
But how the subject-theme may gang,
Let time and chance determine;
Perhaps it may turn out a song,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
The end result was part song, part sermon. French lauded great men of the past while detailing the House’s howling fury, including some of its fights and its one death by duel. As he himself put it, “I witnessed it all.”
— The Field of Blood, by Joanne B Freeman.
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Sybil (1976)
by Daniel Petrie
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Currently Watching
[Never Actually Seen Before Edition]
SYBIL
Daniel Petrie
USA, 1976
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Found out I'm eligible for new glasses thru my insurance this year! Fucking finally!
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It was hubris to think I could explain this all in one post.
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don’t you dare - Ruesha LittleJohn
Word count: 2.7k
ruesha and I sat on the balcony of our hotel room. we were at the women’s world cup, and it was a dream for all of us. luckily, I had been paired with ruesha which came with benefits of our new blossoming relationship.
it was just the pair of us tonight, which was quite lucky. as much as we loved our amazing teammates and friends, it was nice to escape the chaos for once which lead to us in this position, me in her lap, her kissing my shoulder as we enjoyed the cool breeze as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“baby, stop”i giggled, squirming under her touch, trying to push her away as she kissed my shoulder .
“no, aren’t I aloud to show my love for you?”she whined, burying her head into my shoulder, continuing her movements despite her protests as I held onto her tightly .
“baby, as much as I love this, your being clingier than usual, you okay?”i said pulling away, my hands on mg shoulders as she sighed .
“It’s just”she stuttered, not from nerves but I could tell she was just trying to get her words out so I stroked her hair and kissed it, showing her I was there.
“you know, with the whole Katie thing, it was so rough and I was struggling a lot, but you got me through it, I am only this happy because of you, you got me out of that dark place but I’m just so grateful to have you”she looked up at me with love in her eyes.
“rue”i said softly but she cut me off slightly, placing her finger on my lip.
“don’t talk”she whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse as she grabbed my neck and well, in PG terms, snogged my face off .
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“ow, what the fuck, katie?”I groaned, now on the ground from a subtle chip katie had given me making me grab my ankle in pain.
“watch your back”she smirked and walked away as the ref played on and luckily I was able to get to my feet with the help of rue.
“you okay?”she asked and I nodded.she patted me on the back before we both jogged back to our positions.
I narrowed my eyes at katie from across the field, I didn’t know what was up with her, I knew she was quite an aggressive person on the field but never to her own teammates and I know I was dating her ex but she had no reason to dislike me.
and it wasn’t just on the field either in training their had been aimless tackles that I had just brushed off or I saw her always glaring at me from across the cafeteria where I was sat laughing with rue but I didn’t worry too much .
that was until she has sent another tackle your way, clearly directed at you and not trying to get the ball, from her own team.you let out a wry cry as you banged your fist into the grass, holding your ankle in pain.Katie sent another aimless threat in your ear, and stood up not without spitting down on you .
“baby, can you get up?”rue crouched down in front you holiday our her hands and you tried to push yourself up but couldn’t and fell back down.
“no,no,no”you mumbled and ruesha bit the inside of her cheek, seeing your face filled with pain and she waved the medic over.
they took ages to get there even though I was clearly in a lot of pain which infuriated rue but I managed to calm her down enough to stop her from lashing out.one touch to my ankle got me screaming bloody mary so they quickly got me on a stretcher.
“baby, I’m coming off”rue told me adimantlty but I shook my head, already knowing she was gonna do this as she held my hand tightly, walking to the touch line.
“no, rue”I just told her sternly, letting go of her hand as I was lead to the medical room leaving rue staring down the tunnel, my figure becoming blurrier to her by the second .
meanwhile, in the medical room I kept quiet as I was out on a medical bed as our physio, joanne checked over my ankle and I waisted in anticipation, glancing my eyes over the tv screen in the corner of the room that displayed the game I was in not too long ago, every once in a while .
I was pulled out of my trance as I felt my ankle being tapped by joanne.I could see she had wrapped it up and held some ice against it .
“right y/n, so it looks to me that you’ve got a sprained ankle, right now all we can do is rest it up and keep it elevated, but don’t stress you should be able to start the season”she told me with a smile .
“yeah, that’s fine”i muttered quietly listening to her words as I took a sip of my water which was besides me.
knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to play in the rest of the tournament sucked but I knew that it was for the best. I guess if you look at it from one point it was no stress I could just enjoy the rest of my time in aus and with rue.
I had the option to go outside seeing as their wasn’t long left of the game and I had nothing else to do but I decided against it and watched from inside. sadly, we lost which didn’t feel great but what could you do? I still felt very proud of the girls and what we had accomplished.
the medics had gone back out by now, leaving me alone in the room, but I let them, wanting a little bit of time alone.
I was scrolling on my phone when I heard the door open and I looked up, thinking it was rue but it was quite the opposite.
the last person I wanted to see right now.
“katie”i said emotionless turning my head to look up at the ceiling avoiding all eye contact as she came towards me and sat at the end of my bench.
her energy was totally off, and I didn’t like it, nor her, one bit .
“hi, y/n, doing well?”she asked smugly with her arms across her chest and her voice was laced with sarcasm.
“no thanks to you”i said with a smirk on my face and we both fake laughed together before both our faces turned blank.
“yeah let’s just cut the crap katie, what’s your problem?”i said abruptly and she looked kind of taken back but that quickly changed .
“you.your my fucking problem”she told me angrily, our foreheads touching, that was how close we were .
"katie, I don't understand what your fucking problem is with me, people very rarely hurt their teammates, especially on purpose"
"we may be on the same team, y/n, but that doesn't mean we're friends" she leaned closer to me, pretty much on top of me as our noses were pretty much touching.
“I still don’t understand what I even did to you?”i asked confused and it was true I had always been very civil towards her even though we weren’t close friends .
she groaned, rubbing her head in frustration. “ugh, I don’t even know why ruesha goes out with you, your so infuriating”.
“oh so that’s it, your jealous? pathetic, I mean you have a girlfriend get over yourself”i told her rolling my eyes and i choked back a shocked gasp as she grabbed my chin harshly.
“just stay the fuck away from rue, or your gonna have a lot more than a sprained ankle”katie said, her voice deepening and i visibly gulped.
“baby are you okay?”she pulled away from me suddenly as rue barged into the medical room, stopping in her tracks as she saw me and Katie thigh to thigh.
“oh Katie, what are you doing in here?”ruesha paused, her voice slow in confusion.
“just came to check in on y/n”Katie gave her a fake slash sinister smile and slapped her hand around my shoulder making me feel uncomfortable. I looked between the two girls, this whole situation was very awkward.
“oh okay, you mind giving us some privacy?”ruesha asked nodding her head to the door.Katie nodded and got up to leave but not before she leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“you better do what your told, or your gonna have a lot more than a sprained ankle”she pulled away and I gulped at her words. then suddenly it was just me and rue.she came over and sat down next to me .
“baby, you okay?”she asked, making me lean on my shoulder as she wrapped her arm around me .
“yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle”i said nodding and she smiled, kissing me forehead, thankful that it was nothing too serious.
“okay, that’s good, you just gotta rest up, and are you sure your okay your acting a bit weird and your face is pale”she said moving her hand to touch my cheek.
“I’m fine, rue, just a bit tired”i told her pulling away from her slightly and she looked at me weirdly like she didn’t fully believe me but eventually nodded.
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“baby, why is the door locked?”I heard ruesha shout through the door making me lift my head up from my pillow which was now wet from tears.I looked at the door seeing the handle rattling and continuous knocking from rue. she must have forgot her key.
“nothing rue, just go away”i almost shouted, trying to get her away as quick as possible, but I was stupid to underestimate rueshas stubbornness.
“no, what’s gotten into you?, open the god dam door, y/n”she gave a loud bang against the door with her fists, putting all her might into it as she rested her forehead against it .
I knew she would go as far trying to break down the door or going back down to reception to get another key card so I quickly rushed into the bathroom, trying to make myself look presentable but my face was blotchy with blood shot eyes which was a clear signal that I had been crying.
“hi”i whispered, keeping my head down as I opened the door and ruesha rushed inside .
“what the fuck, y/n?”she raged confused by my weird and distant behaviour but her words made me flinch slightly and gave her a few of my face.she haltered in her place, stuttering slight not sure what to say.
“omg, y/n”her face softened immensely, hands coming up to cradle my face.I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying but this was a sign the floodgates were about to open. “what’s wrong, baby?”.
and I broke.sinking to the ground, her arms going around me and pulling me into her chest as she did her best to calm her down but to no avail she just aloud me to cry into her chest which would become soaked with tears but that was at the back of her mind right now .
she continued to hold me tightly, not wanting me to feel rushed as she brushed back my hair so it wasn’t in my face and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
once I had calmed down enough that I would be able to talk with just small staggered breaths, rue picked me up by my legs, walking me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter.it was silence as I played with the skin of my nails while rue got a clean towel and wet it to dab it over my eyes which she knew would start to burn from exhaustion.
“here”she mumbled, giving you the cloth and you mumbled a small thanks back to her starting to pick at the material, looking at the ground.anywhere other than rue.
“you wanna talk to me about it?”she asked in her strong accent, leaning against the counter and rested her hands on my thighs, rubbing them in comfort.
“no, it’s not important”i shrugged, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, even though she was the person who I should’ve felt safest to confide in.
“not important? baby I’m sorry, but it’s gotta be pretty important if I’m worried sick when my girlfriend locks the whole world out and then once I get to you, you break down in my arms”she told me and I sighed as she lifted my chin to look into her ocean blue eyes .
“I’m sorry rue, I can’t”I told her after a few minutes of silence, Katie’s words ringing in the back off my mind.
“why not, huh? why the fuck not? okay I haven’t mentioned it but we’ve been so happy, you make me so happy and all of a sudden you become distant and then I find you in a state like this? oh and acting weird when I saw you with katie..”she trailed off, watching me with a pointed look as I shifted when she mentioned her exes name and looked down at the ground uncomfortably.
“baby?, something you want to tell me?”she asked, grabbing my hands and intertwining our hands together and I looked up at her .
“rue, it’s nothing”I told her shaking my head but we both knew that was a lie at this point.
“y/n, you tell me or I’m going to find out”she told me, brushing hairs out of my face and I knew I could no longer hide this from her .
“okay, so the reason is, we have been really happy, but that isn’t enough for some people, and umm, when you saw me with katie she was threatening me to stay away from you or she’d hurt me, and obviously I didn’t so in the game against canada, the tackle was by her and in the medical room and in spair time she’s been messaging me”I decided to tell her everything and I felt a massive weight being taken off my chest and I even handed my phone so she could see .
“rue”i asked after I watched her eyes scan over the messages and she closed my phone her eyes closed and she had been as quiet as a mouse.I touched her arm and that was when she snapped.
“that fucking bitch”she snapped, slamming my phone down on the counter and storming out the bathroom and then the door to our hotel room and down the haul.
“rue, wait!”I screamed, but she didn’t listen and I quickly slipped off the counter and raced out or our room to follow her and she knocked loudly onto room 23, Katie’s room.
megan opened the door, confused and her eyes widened seeing rue but the blonde payed her no mind, rushing in towards Katie and I followed not long after, but I stayed by the door frame.
“are you fucking joking?”ruesha fumed, grabbing Katie off her bed where she was on her phone and pushed her against the wall.
“woah, rue!”lucy exclaimed followed by a few other gasps throughout the room at the sudden action but rue just glared at them and they all turned silent.
“what’s your fucking problem?”katie asked disgustingly looking up at rue as she tried to move away and escape her hold but couldn’t so she just huffed.
“you.your my problem, who do you think you are threatening my girlfriend?”ruesha glared down on Katie .
“Oh please I’m aloud to do what I want”Katie said smugly, crossing her arms against her chest, not caring about the dirt looks she was being given .
“why!why do you fucking do this?you can’t just leave someone I love alone can you?, you can never suffice with the fact that I can be happy, work or without you”rueshas hands raised to her hair in frustration.
“cause she doesn’t deserve you!”she let out making everyone in the room look at her shocked .
“you can’t deserve what I do or don’t deserve, anymore. you have no fucking right after everything I did especially since you found someone else and so did I, so let.it.go. fuck off out of our lives!”she raged.
“rue, please”i rushed forward, tugging on her arm slightly trying to get her to stop, I didn’t want her to get into more trouble or worse, get hurt. she looked at me quickly from the corner of the eye and her face softened slightly.
but she turned back to katie, making me think she hadn’t listened to me and her glare hardened, grabbing a fistful of her shirt and leaning in. “your fucking lucky I found y/n, or I’d beat the shit out of you”.
she pulled away from katie, making the shorter girl shrink back in shock feeling embarrassed and defenceless but ruesha paid her no mind, grabbing my arm and pulling us back to our hotel room.
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2023
albums/eps:
a.s.o. - a.s.o.
Amaarae - Fountain Baby
Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - STROBE.RIP
André 3000 - New Blue Sun
ANOHNI and the Johnsons - My Back Was a Bridge for You to Cross
Anthony Naples - Orbs
bar italia - Tracey Denim
Beach Fossils - Bunny
Ben Vida, Yarn/Wire & Nina Dante - The Beat My Head Hit
Beverly Glenn-Copeland - The Ones Ahead
Biosphere - N-Plants
Blonde Redhead - Sit Down for Dinner
Bored Lord - Name It
Call Super - Eulo Cramps
Carly Rae Jepsen - The Loveliest Time
Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You
Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E
Cole Police - If I Don’t See You in the Future, I’ll See You in the Pasture
Dean Blunt - Give me a moment
DJ Lostboi - Music for Landings
DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny
Double Virgo - hardrive heat seeking
Eartheater - Powders
The Embassy - E-Numbers
Everything But the Girl - Fuse
Fever Ray - Radical Romantics
Freak Heat Waves - Mondo Tempo
Headache - The Head Hurts but the Heart Knows the Truth
Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water: Music for Film 1995-2005
Jam City - Jam City Presents EFM
James Ivy - Everything Perfect
Jessy Lanza - Love Hallucination
Jim Legxacy - homeless n****a pop music
Joanne Robertson - Blue Car
Jonnine - Maritz
Kelela - Raven
Khotin - Release Spirit
Kota Hoshino, Shoi Miyazawa - Armored Core VI OST
Laurel Halo - Atlas
Loraine James - Gentle Confrontation
Maria BC - Spike Field
mark william lewis - Living
Matmos - Return to Archive
MIZU - Distant Intervals
ML Buch - Suntub
Noriko Tujiko - Crépuscule I & II
Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2
Oneohtrix Point Never - Again
Osmotic & Fennesz - Senzatetto
Pierre Rousseau - Mémoire De Forme
Purelink - Signs
Ryuichi Sakamoto - 12
Sofia Courtesies - Madres
ssaliva - sector6park/counterfeit
Sufjan Stevens - Javelin
Tim Hecker - No Highs
Tirzah - trip9love…???
Wild Nothing - Hold
Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds)
µ-Ziq - 1977
7038634357 - Neo Seven
songs:
a.s.o. - Love in the Darkness
Addison Rae - I got it bad
Alex Kassian - Leave Your Life (Lonely Hearts Mix)
Amaarae - Reckless & Sweet
Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - Clown
André - Ants To You, Gods To Who ?
ANOHNI and the Johnsons - Can’t
ANOHNI and the Johnsons - It Must Change
Anthony Naples - Silas
Armin van Buuren & Punctual - On & On (ft. Alina)
bambinodj - High as Ever Still Passin' Through (Remix)
bar italia - Nocd
Baths - Do I Make the World Worse
Beach Fossils - Don’t Fade Away
Beverly Glenn-Copeland - People of the Loon
Bibio & Óskar Guðjónsson - Sunbursting
Björk & Rosalía - Oral
Blawan - Toast
Bored Lord - Wait Wait Wait
bvdub - Days on Heaven and Earth
Call Super - Coppertone Elegy
Carly Rae Jensen - Psychedelic Switch
Caroline Polachek - Bunny Is a Rider (Doss Remix)
Caroline Polachek - Crude Drawing of an Angel
Chuquimamani-Condori - Eat My Cum
Chuquimamani-Condori - Know
Dean Blunt - Rinsed (ft. TYSON)
Dj Lostboi - PUF 2 LAX
DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - For Now and Forever
Double Virgo - gainfully deployed
EASYFUN - Long Long Time
The Embassy - Amnesia
ESP - North
Fever Ray - Kandy
Freak Heat Waves & Cindy Lee - In a Moment Divine
Fwea-Go Hit - Back Wildin
Headache - That Thing with the Rabbit
Headache - Truism 4 Dummies
Hemlocke Springs - sever the blight
Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Demuro
Ike - Rose Quartz
Jam City - Magnetic
James K & hoodie - Ether
Jessy Lanza - Don’t Cry On My Pillow
Jim Legxacy - amnesia111
Jim Legxacy - candy reign (!)
Jonnine - Tea For Two (Boo)
Kelela - Divorce
Khotin - Computer Break (Late Mix)
Kylie Minogue - Hold on to Now
Laurel Halo, Bendik Giske, Lucy Railton & James Underwood - Earthbound
Loraine James - Tired of Me
Lorenzi - Lonely Cowboy Tales (Crayon Moon Remix)
LSDXOXO - Devil’s Chariot
Maria BC - Still
Maria BC - Watcher
mark william lewis - Living
Mc LcKaiique, MC Celo BK & DJ Jeeh FDC - Quem Tá de Motão, Vou Sarrar Puta Na Marcone (ft. DJ Biel Divulga)
ML Buch - High speed calm air tonight
Nation & Ecco2k - Ça Va
Nicole Dollanganger - Gold Satin Dreamer
Nourished by Time - Rain Water Promise
Oliver Coates - One Without
Oneohtrix Point Never - Krumville
Purelink - We Should Keep Going
Shoi Miyazawa - Rough and Decent
Slayyyter - Miss Belladonna
Sufjan Stevens - Shit talk
Tim Hecker - Total Garbage
Tirzah - u all the time
Troye Sivan - Got Me Started
Wild Nothing - Suburban Solutions
Yves Tumor - Echolalia
Yves Tumor - Fear Evil Like Fire
µ-Ziq - 4am
mixes:
CFCF - CFCF for TERMINAL 27
Chuquimamani-Condori - Fact Mix 937
PC Music - 10
Physical Therapy - car culture remissions vol. 4
plush - LIVE AT SKSKSKSK
S-candalo - Fact Mix 897
WHY BE - OdyXxey Radio Mix
movies:
Afire (Christian Petzold)
All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras)
E6-D7 (Eno Swinnen)
Evil Dead Rise (Lee Cronin)
Grown in Darkness (Devin Shears)
How Do You Live? (Hayao Miyazaki)
The Killer (David Fincher)
Killers of the Flower Moon (Martin Scorsese)
Knock at the Cabin (M. Night Shyamalan)
Last Summer (Catherine Breillat)
May December (Todd Haynes)
Oppenheimer (Christopher Nolan)
The Outwaters (Robbie Banfitch)
Rotting in the Sun (Sebastián Silva)
Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt)
The Zone of Interest (Jonathan Glazer)
games:
Alan Wake II
Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon
Baldur’s Gate III
Blasphemous II
Diablo IV
Humanity
Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
Lies of P
Metroid Prime Remastered
Octopath Traveler II
Pikmin 4
Star Ocean: The Second Story R
Super Mario Bros. Wonder
Theatrhythm Final Bar Line
Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty
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Leftovers. (Jimmy Darling x fem!Reader)
Summary: Your friend hosts little parties, and insists that you should take advantage of the real reason you all get together -- Jimmy Darling. You weren't interested in sharing, so you catch him on sales duty one hot weekend in July and take things into your own hands.
1.9k! warnings: smut!!! mentioned infidelity, oral sex/blowjobs (male receiving), oral fixation technically, food mention and uuhhh.. I think that's it!
Ao3 link here! 18+ below the cut!
tags: @zabelcolin @kaismanwich @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @r-3tro @kaissweetlamb @twinkiemaximoff @redwoodghost @nova-kayne67 @jspehquinn [ask to be added!]
“He’s great…. They sure aren’t pretty to look at, but they feel so good! You ought to try it!”
“I picture them every time now!”
“He comes every Thursday, Y/N.” Becky shook the spoon aggressively, dropping a heavy scoop of ambrosia salad onto your plate. “He’s here for hours,” she tittered. “There’s so many of us girls who need… livening up. It’ll be such a shame when he leaves town…”
The prongs of your fork poked holes in the sticky, white collection of fruit, whipped cream, and marshmallows as you considered Becky’s statement. Livening up, you thought. What a concept. I don’t need livening up. I need a full-on revival.
“Y/N?”
“Huh!?” You blinked.
“Did you want to visit the Lobster Boy? We are paying him, after all.”
“Oh! No, that’s alright, Becky.” Your calves burned, aching to get up and run down that hall, but something didn’t quite sit right with you. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was that Becky was always first and last to see him, and the resentment that boiled deep within your core for everything she had was souring the experience. You weren’t going to beg for scraps like a raccoon in the yard. You scraped up a forkful of ambrosia, shoving it into your mouth.
He’s probably not even that handsome.
Exactly thirteen minutes later, you saw how very, very wrong you were.
He emerged from the warmly lit hallway, one glove tucked under his arm as he manoeuvred the other one on. He leaned his hips to the side, avoiding the back of the sofa, and paused to make eye contact with you. He seemed to consider your face, committing to memory the way his eyes swept over every feature; your eyes, your lips, the soft curve of your chin as it led into your jaw and down your neck…
“I didn’t see you back there, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks burned, almost matching the burgundy of his shirt. “Oh, no I… well, I’m here for… I was… I don’t have any tea at my house, and Becky always has the newest Tupperware. I’m…. It’s….”
His warm laugh interrupted your stammering, which you were glad for. “You ain’t makin’ any sense, but you’re pretty enough that I believe it.”
As he headed out the door, the entire living room was a choir of “Bye, Jimmy!”
You’d finally had enough. Enough of your bleak, pathetic encounters with your fiancé, staring lifelessly at the ceiling while he orgasmed too quickly, and always with his eyes closed. Your fiancé, who you were almost certain spent most of his late nights in the hands of the office's secretary Joanne. Your fiancé who, despite your ceaseless pleas, never wanted you to pleasure him.
That one encounter with Jimmy Darling, better known by his ‘freak’ name, Lobster Boy, had been enough to lead you directly into temptation. By the time you’d made it to that field on the outskirts of Jupiter, the air was thick and sweltering, and the back of your dress was already damp with sweat.
“Well, look who it is.” He shifted his weight, bringing the metal chair forward again. The boyish way he grinned up at you sent a stream of arousal coursing through your core. “You here for the show?”
With one finger, you slid two bills — both of them twenties — carefully towards him. With both hands now free, you pulled the nearly finished (and quickly melting) popsicle from your mouth, pointedly sweeping it back and forth over your plush bottom lip. Jimmy’s dark eyes followed as it left sticky, glistening trails that plagued his mind with thoughts he knew damn well he shouldn’t have been thinking.
“Our show ain’t forty dollars, doll.” He cleared his throat, refocusing. “Ain’t even twenty.”
You flattened your tongue, sliding the popsicle along the length before answering in a whisper. “Good to know, but I’m here for you.”
Jimmy raised his brows, confused. Once you caught his gaze, you held onto it for dear life, deepening it, winding him as far as you could until the implications were plainly written out for him. He swallowed hard, and the wooden chair creaked in protest as he shifted again. You tossed the red-stained popsicle stick into the tall grass.
He looked behind him to the main tent, then back at you, leaning forward to speak in a whisper. “Listen babydoll, I don’t…. I don’t really do that. It can attract the wrong attention for the show.”
“Oh, please…” You drew your bottom lip underneath your top lip in a pout, pleading with your eyes. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Thursday. I won’t say a thing, I swear.”
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N…” you whispered.
Taking you by the wrist, he led you to the right of the main tent, around the back and through a small patch of the field where the grasses had been trodden down with continued visits. Clutching his hand firmly, you ducked around a dirty white canvas tent. There was something rigid inside because Jimmy leaned back against it before yanking you into his arms.
His hands slid up the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivering chills down your spine. The way he kissed you had you melting into him — his skin was warm and sun-kissed, and underneath the sweetness, he tasted faintly of liquor. He inhaled through his nose, and dropped his hands to your hips, gathering your dress up at the sides.
You pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Do you ever finish with them?”
He shook his head. “Nah, they ain’t there to get me off.”
“Well, I am….” As you sank to your knees, your hands trailed down the soft cotton of his shirt and came to rest on the hem of his pants. Jimmy’s brows knit together, and he placed his fist under your chin, urging it up.
“Now, hang on… you paid me forty bucks to get me off?”
You’d hoped this wouldn’t happen, though, underneath all the layers, you knew it would probably come up. Heaving a sigh, you gaze at the grass beneath your knees, focusing hard on all the little blades. Some were bright green while others had shrivelled up and died, having turned a depressing shade of brown.
“I…. I did. My husband, I just know he’s not being faithful, and…. He never lets me touch him. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Unless it’s for a quick… y’know.”
Your confession was met with silence, but Jimmy’s hips pressed into the underside of your wrist.
“Baby… look at me.”
You lifted your eyes and met his.
“You’re too pretty to beg for a man’s attention… should be the other way around. In fact,” he growled. “I’m just about ready to start beggin’ for you, especially after that little popsicle stunt you did.”
A flustered gasp caught in your throat. “What? What did I do!?”
As he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pressing heavily into it, Jimmy let out a chuckle. “Comin’ to the ticket booth with a popsicle in your mouth and nothin’ to catch the runoff. It’s the middle of summer… it’s hotter than a June bride in a feather bed. That thing was meltin’ all over you.”
“It’s hot…. You said it yourself. Can’t a lady enjoy a cool treat in the summertime?.”
He nodded slowly, sliding his thumb past your teeth and onto your tongue. “Sure, sure.”
Jimmy was a bright man, he knew as well you did that had been planned. He didn’t seem to mind, though. You closed your lips around his digit, sucking gently as you unbuckled his belt, sliding the strip of leather carefully through the loops. Now undone, the two triangles of fabric fell apart, revealing white cotton, which did little to hide the outline of his quickly hardening cock. You hummed in pleasure, reaching forward to stroke it. Jimmy bucked his hips into your hand, demanding more pressure.
The growing wet spot in the fabric delighted you, and you grazed your thumb over it repeatedly, pulling a melody of hisses and muffled moans from him. You looked up. His head was leaned against the tent, droplets of sweat descending from his hairline, ribboning their way down his neck.
You took hold of the elastic and yanked it down to free his cock. The veins were full, the tip flushed and wet. For once, you felt what it was to be wanted, to be craved. His arousal was in your hands… literally.
Making sure his briefs didn’t slide back up, you kept hold of them and gripped him with your right hand, smearing the pre-cum into your palm. Your hand slid up and down, slowly at first, before you opened your mouth, and took him in.
Almost immediately, you felt his body tense up. His conjoined fingers curved around the back of your head, holding you tight to where you were. His lips parted, allowing a groan to vibrate his throat. “Oh my god, Y/N….”
You bobbed your head back and forth, pressing your tongue along his shaft as it slid in and out. His breaths quickened and deepened.
“Jimmy?! Jimmy, is that you?”
Gripping the base tightly, you pulled his cock from your lips, a string of pre-cum and saliva stretching out before it snapped against your chin. Taking care to remain silent, you swallowed down the sticky accumulation in your throat, then inhaled a quiet breath.
“Bette?” He exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut. The way his chest heaved, you could tell he was doing everything he could to keep his breathing steady. “Yeah! I’m just lookin’ for somethin’! I gotta fix somethin’ on my bike!”
“We can help you look! Can’t we, Dot?” Bette cooed, her sing-song voice begging more than asking.
“I’d rather not. His eyes work just fine…” Dot bit back.
“No! It’s alright, it’s uh… it’s a mess back here, I don’t want you beautiful girls hurtin' yourselves!”
You peered up at Jimmy with a smirk crossing your lips. The only sound was that of the muggy breeze as it rustled through the grass, but eventually, you heard the softer voice mutter words of defeat as the sound faded away.
You took Jimmy back into your mouth, sucking hungrily. Although the heavy hand of arousal was making it hard to think, you worked harder to commit all the details of this sensation to memory. You’d remind yourself of the pliable warmth of his skin and his tip, paired with the swollen density of his shaft, and while your husband let out ugly, piggish grunts, you’d remember the way Jimmy Darling moaned your name and exhaled the most erotic breaths you’d ever heard.
His hand made a fist in your hair as his hips started bucking speedily into you. You relaxed your throat, letting him hit the back of it as he saw fit. A hot viscid liquid filled your mouth in spurts, coating your throat as it slid down. Jimmy pumped every last bit, murmuring, and whispering broken praises as you swallowed.
Carefully, you pulled him from your mouth and ran your ring finger up your chin, collecting a droplet. Jimmy finally returned from whatever nirvana you’d sent him to, and stuffed his spent erection back into his pants, before huffing out a satisfied breath. You watched, enchanted, as his fingers worked as well as they would if they were normal.
“You’re curious, aren’t you?” He asked suggestively, holding his hand up between your bodies. He brought the thick segments together in a pinching motion, watching as your eyes danced over every inch. “C’mooon… you wanna’ know what these fingers feel like. The way you’re lookin’ at ‘em…”
“Maybe next time, Jimmy Darling. Maybe next time.”
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Casefiles - Fic Recs
Need just the right case to push you from UST to RST with your not so platonic work partner? Casefiles with slow burn MSR are my jam:
Early On:
Universal Invariants by @syntax6 - set over the course of a canon-parallel version of season 1 and early season 2 where Scully’s boyfriend Ethan who was cut from the pilot sticks around. One of my all time favorites.
Classic Era (or I don’t know when it’s set so I picture season 3):
This House Is Burning by Tesla - serial killer undercover case set at a ski resort.
Under Covers by skinfull- Scully goes undercover.
We’re Married Now by skinfull - married undercover with a cult.
Scary Stories by skinfull - investigating urban legends.
Homicidal Tendencies by Swikstr - crossover with Homicide: Life on the Street, but you don’t need to know that show. Scully/Other ending in MSR.
Cancer Arc Era:
The Common Fate of All Things Rare by @aloysiavirgata and Scarlet - post Never Again, filling in the blanks leading up to Momento Mori.
Omens by @lepus-arcticus - a cancer era classic.
On Untying the Endless Knot, and Other Improbable Things by secondsflat - post Demons, dealing with Mulder’s lingering flashbacks and tying back to the post lives from The Field Where I Died.
Gates of Hell by @alienqueequeg - post remission they work a cold case from Scully’s past.
Embers by @syntax6 - post remission as they explore a new relationship.
Laws of Motion by @syntax6 - sequel to Universal Invariants, set over the course of season 5.
More Than a Feeling by @sisterspooky1013 - undercover at a carnival with fake dating goodness.
You He Did Not Fail by extraordinary_ordinary - AU where Scully leaves the X-Files post-remission. Two years later their paths cross again on a case.
Post FTF:
Queen’s Gambit by Suzanne Schramm - early season 6 serial killer case.
Kinesthesia by Amy - early season 6 undercover at a fairground.
Quietus by Allison Johnson - early season 6 follow up to Paper Hearts.
Suspicious Minds by skinfull - undercover as a couple at a drug compound.
Lesser Evils by Hannah Mason - fun dramatic, tropey Scully is kidnapped, will Mulder save her in time?
Cold Cuts by Joann Humby - serial killer case.
No Earthly Means by Circe Invidiosa aka @invidiosa - season 6 follow up to Gender Bender.
March by bluesamutra - post Tithonus
Speechless by Anjou - post Tithonus
Heart’s Desire by @malibusunset-xf-blog - post Two Fathers/One Son. My favorite Scully/Other fic - ends in MSR, but it’s probably the only fic where I’ve thought that Mulder might be the wrong choice.
Overnight Sensation by @syntax6 - post Two Fathers/One Son case in Boston. A favorite.
Arizona Highways by Fialka - post Two Father/One Son, dealing with the discovery of more Emilys. A classic.
Ensky by ViXen - late season 6 serial killer case.
Lacuna by @aloysiavirgata - post Milagro, Scully/Other ending in MSR.
Amish Country by Lolabeegood - serial rapist case within an Amish case. Undercover married, a favorite.
Mind Games by Spider - featuring profiler!Mulder. Warning for very disturbing case details.
Margaritas by agoodwoman - post The Unnatural morning after.
Watching Wall by amerella - post The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Petrichor by @aloysiavirgata - post The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Damsels by @sisterspooky1013 - Scully goes undercover at a strip club.
Hallowed by @gaycrouton - married undercover in a cult.
Parabiosis by penumbra - set across season 7, an all time favorite.
Wing and Prayer by Revely - post En Ami, investigating a miracle.
Seeds of Synchronicity by mountainphile - follow up to Aubrey 6 years later.
Late Era:
Mobius by L.A. Ward - while Mulder is missing a missing scientist’s case leads Scully to Mulder in an unexpected way.
Gerber Daisies by DiscordantWords - set during the back half of season 8, case involving Charlie Scully.
If anyone has any IWTB or revival era casefile recs please let me know!
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"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝'. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." -𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬
Hollywood newcomer Burt Reynolds at age twenty-four lounging in American Bandstand host Dick Clark's swimming pool, photo by Earl Leaf, Los Angeles, 1960. Born in Michigan and raised in Florida, Burt was discovered in the mid-1950s by Hollywood star Joanne Woodward when he was working on a scholarship program at the Hyde Park Playhouse, a summer stock theater in Hyde Park, New York. "I knew him as this cute, shy, attractive boy," Joanne later recalled. "He had the kind of lovely personality that made you want to do something for him." After Woodward helped him find an agent, Burt enrolled in acting classes and worked in New York stage productions, eventually moving to Los Angeles where he found his initial success on television. Praised for his looks over his acting talent (which was largely under-appreciated during his heyday), Burt became a bonafide sex symbol after he famously posed nude for Cosmopolitan magazine in 1972 and conducted highly publicized love affairs with Dinah Shore, Sally Field, and Loni Anderson (who he later married and divorced), among others. Active mainly in films during the 1970s and 1980s, he held the title as the world's number one box office star for five consecutive years (1978–1982) while in his forties, starring in the hit action comedies Smokey and the Bandit and The Cannonball Run, among similar fare. Charismatic, likeable, and blessed with a quick wit and the ability to not take himself too seriously, Reynolds later remarked about his career: "My movies were the kind they show in prisons and airplanes, because nobody can leave." He was, however, serious about acting, and he opened The Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre in Jupiter, Florida in the 1980s, enticing his celebrity friends to appear in plays and also to help him teach acting, singing and dancing to aspiring thespians at the theater's adjoining school; Liza Minnelli, Dolly Parton, Eartha Kitt, Julie Harris, Carol Burnett, Farrah Fawcett, Marilu Henner, Dom DeLuise, and Charles Nelson Reilly were among those who offered their expertise. Unfairly perceived by some as a "redneck" due to his southern roots and a few of the characters he played on-screen, Reynolds was in fact anything but, firmly stating: "I hate prejudice of any kind, whether it be color or sexual preference" (his first wife, British actress Judy Carne, was bisexual, and Charles Nelson Reilly was one of his best friends; Burt later recalled his surprise and bemusement when he introduced his stoic ex-police chief father to the flamboyant Reilly and the two hit it off immediately). During the latter part of his career, Burt's talent and longevity was finally acknowledged by the industry and he won an Outstanding Lead Actor Primetime Emmy Award for his work on the sitcom Evening Shade (CBS, 1990-1994). He was also nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Academy Award for his performance in Boogie Nights (1997), winning a Golden Globe Award that year in the same category. Despite the late in life kudos and acclaim he received, it was his work with his theater that remained closest to his heart. "As to my legacy," he stated shortly before his passing in 2018, "it's the kids that I have taught. I love this business so very much that I want to share my knowledge about it. The young actors that I have taught, I hope they think of me as a good teacher. Being a good teacher---I'll take that over being a good actor any day!"
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