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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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A Lovely Intervention - Damian Wayne x Jon Kent & Tim Drake x Conner Kent

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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Can you make a fic out your short where Damian is taking after his brothers? Maybe like an intervention or something? I love your shorts I basically binged them😁😁”

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I LOVE THIS! TimKon is my everything and we love Damian and Jon secretly taking after their brothers and it turning into a whole family moment. This req made me soft, thank you so so so much and I’m glad you like my shorts hehehe 💓 Hope you enjoy!

“We gotta talk get here asap.” Dick called his family, needing to investigate the current problem.

“I’m bringing Kon if you’re interrupting my day” Tim buzzed in, and Dick smiled, everything was going exactly to plan. “Yeah Red that’s fine, I want him here anyways” Dick replied, hearing the whoosh of Tim and Conner take off towards their rondevu point.

“Kay gang’s all here except the demon, you hiding him here somewhere?” Jason mocked, eliciting a harsh look from Dick.

“No, this meeting is actually about him, or about us. Have you guys noticed Damian and Jon trying to imitate us recently?” A lightbulb went off for Conner as he stole the floor, recollecting his most recent interaction with the boys.

“Oh my god yea, wait get this: I’m at the farm gettin’ work done so I could hang with Timmy - don’t blush babe everyone knew we were out together - yeah, then I see Damian tearing across the field with one of Ma’s horses. And I’m like ‘Hey Punk! She isn’t yours!’ and the kid gives me this shitty little smirk like he knows something, and he keeps going! Then he has the balls to flip me off! In my house?!?” Kon was waving his hands around trying to get the point across. “Is this gonna go anywhere airhead?” Jason interrupted, and Tim grabbed Conner’s hand, pulling him down back onto the ground after he began floating with anger.

“Shh babe lemme finish I was there too” Dick looked taken aback “TIM YOU SPENT THE NIGHT AT CONNORS? YOU TOLD BRUCE YOU WERE WITH THE TITANS” Tim quickly blushed and kept talking “Well yeah, but that’s not the point! I was watching Damian cuz he wanted to go over and ‘watch the stars’ which seems lame but the kid’s messed up enough maybe he needs some star gazing” Jason rolled his eyes, tapping his wrist to hurry his younger brother up. "Shit I took Kori star gazing a few weeks ago!" Dick mumbled before Tim got back to explaining.

“Sorry, sorry, so I wake up before Kon and go down and Jon is showing Damian pictures of all his pets then he ruffles Damian’s hair [ Dick audibly gasps ] yeah I fucking know, he let him touch him. Then it gets worse. Jon was wearing your jacket Kon. With the fucking spikes. The. Spikes. And Damian complimented him like I always do like he said ‘looking sharp Kent’ and that’s literally my line. So I have to do some recon but you’re right Dick, the kid’s a robot or something, not the demon” Kon nodded, finishing his story right after Tim “Oh my you’re right, Jon told me that he wanted to give Damian something to cement his feelings, like how I give you some of my clothes and souvenirs babe, except he gave the punk a whole ass horse!”

Dick realized it was getting worse that he thought. “This is good info guys, Tim I don’t think Damian is a robot but I think he’s taking after us, remember when I caught you trying on my Nightwing outfit? Jay you did it too, do I need to remind you about the Robin suit? And Kon you know what it’s like” The three boys shifted, uncomfortable with being called out by Dick.

“Alright so what do we do? Jump off a bridge and see if the demon follows? Kid doesn’t take after me so I don’t know why this is a problem?” Jason crossed his arms, still a little hurt by the robin reference. “Shut up Jay you’re with Tim running interference while Conner and I take the lead” Dick looked at the group explaining his plan. “Conner you’re talking to Jon about being himself, don’t roll your eyes they’re teens they need shaping in the right direction, it’s the least we can do. I mean look how well Jason turned out, you don’t want that happening to Jon!” Conner nodded, glancing at Jason who was openly scowling at the group. “Shut up Jay you’ve got the easy job unless you rather take mine and try to talk to Damian about his feelings. That’s where you guys come in, if Damian tries to make a break for it you’re security.” Tim and Jason high fived, excited at the possibility of having to cage a demon.

“So, plan A is the civil plan, plan B is caging the bird and then trying to be civil what happens if plan B fails?” Tim was well aware there were odds Damian wouldn’t want to hear it. Dick sighed, “well, plan C is disgusting Jon and Dami with Kon’s sappiness” and Kon cheered. “Plan C it is!” And it was time to set the plan (s) in motion.

“Dami look! I’m like a bat!” Damian tried to suppress a smile as Jon grinned, hanging upside down on the tree he’d climbed. “C’mon I can see that smile come hang with me!” Jon cooed and Damian easily scrambled up the tree, sitting on one of the limbs with his back against the trunk. “TT Kent I’m Robin not Batman, besides shouldn’t I be trying to impersonate your father?” he joked, tracing an S on his chest.

In a flash, Jon was pulled from the tree by his big brother. Damian jumped up, not sure what had taken Jon. “At ease soldier, it’s just Kon!” Tim walked up to the base of the tree, gesturing Damian down. Sliding down the tree Damian mumbled “your Kent stole my Kent” and Tim nudged him “so you’ve staked a claim huh?” and Damian blushed, looking down and walking towards the house. “Dames Dickwing needs you for something I think he’s waiting outside. “And you’re not coming? Gonna spend another night with Conner, who is your excuse this time?” Damian sneered as it was now Tim’s turn to flush with red. “Hey you wanted to go too! Don’t pretend like you didn’t hold Jon’s hand on the way over” Damian didn’t turn around, flipping Tim off as he raced toward’s Dick’s car.

“What’s with the super-snatching?” Jon huffed while Conner set him down on top of the family barn, the view of their home from on top of the barn was a favorite spot of theirs. “Well, uh, I’m never good at these but I’ve noticed you and Dames getting really close, and that’s really cool ya know”

Jon gagged and tried to begin climbing down from the roof, “oh god Kon no. I don’t want whatever talk you’re trying to give me. You really? Aren’t you already with a bat yourself?” Kon snorted “so you admit you wanna be with the bat?” and Jon huffed, sitting down again. “Maybe a little bit - what does it mean to you!” Jon refused to make eye contact with Conner. “Kid nothing’s wrong! But if you are I just wanted to give some advice, one SuperBat to another!” Jon shook his head at the cringeworthy ship name but eventually gave him attention back to Kon.

“What I’ve learned is that each of those boys is their own person, and so are we. And you know how hard that was for me to learn especially! So, I guess we’ve noticed you kinda trying to act like me and Tim but I just wanted to tell you that Damian isn’t Tim and you aren’t me, you gotta make your own path bro” Kon nudged Jon as he nodded, “yeah, I mean you’re right Damian is nothing like your coffee addict, he’s strong and passionate and really cares if you actually look deeper and - uh, yeah. I get what you’re saying.” Kon smiled, it wasn’t often they had a good “bro moment” but it went well. “Okay good talk bud, I’m gonna take ya back over now, but remember I’m here to give advice. You know Damian is emotionally constipated and so’s Timmy sometimes so I’m here when ya need me, okay bud?” Jon rolled his eyes “okay there we go, too sappy Kon, let’s go back... Oh no, are you guys trying the same thing with Dames?” Conner nodded, and Jon groaned knowing Dami was gonna be in a bad mood now if he hadn’t torn one of his brothers to shreds yet. “Let’s go back now”

“What do you need Grayson” Damian slumped in the passenger seat while Dick began driving. He noticed Dick locked the doors and noted all the ways he could escape if Dick wasn’t who he seemed to be. “Not much little-D just wanted to chat n grab some food, I’ve missed ya!” Damian narrowed his eyes, “I thought you liked Kent, you let Tim sleepover too and he had significantly more fun with the clone than Jon and I, who knows what they were doing while we traced star patterns” Dick cringed, noting that he’d have to talk to Tim later. “Well this is actually about Jon! You’ve gotten really close huh?” Damian shifted in his seat, getting a clear view of the car’s side mirror which showed none other than Red Robin trailing a couple hundred feet behind Dick’s car. “What is happening Grayson, we’ve done nothing wrong, not to mention nothing the clone and replacement haven’t done,” Damian couldn’t fathom why he was being tortured by his mom brother.

“That’s just the point baby bat, you and Jon haven’t done anything for yourselves. You invited Jon to star watch, Kori and I did that two weeks ago, Jon’s ruffling your hair the way Kon does Tim, and you’re saving news clippings from your adventures with Jon just as Tim does with Kon. It’s time to be your own guy Dames!” This was too much emotional intervention for Damian. Noticing Tim had fallen behind he pulled the lever on the car seat and use the momentum of it flying forward to push himself out the car’s side window. Never without his tool belt, he grabbed his grapple but cursed Smallville for having nothing good to swing towards. He heard cars honk and a child threw themself out of a window, rolled smoothly on the grass beside the road, and took off.

He was in the clear until he heard the rev of Red Hood’s motorcycle. Muttering under his breath he pulled out the comm he and Jon had exchanged just a few days before, he’d seen Jason do it with his teammates why shouldn’t he? As he signaled Jon he let his thoughts divulge for just a second at how similar he was to his brothers, and how Jon really liked to copy Kon as well. “Might have a point but this is good fun” he mumbled as he radioed Jon.

“They try the intervention?”

“I think I’m still being intervened for lack of a better word. Care to give me a lift these damn Smallville buildings aren’t big enough to swing from.” Damian heard Jon chuckle. “I would say ‘I’m on the way bird-brain’ but I think that’s Kon’s line and we aren’t supposed to do that anymore” Damian groaned at the realization they’d already gotten to Jon and knowing him he’d want to talk about it with Damian. There truly was no escape, but Jon was better than getting captured by Jason and Tim.

“C’mere you little shit!” Jason screeched as he saw Damian pick up the pace. Damian would usually know when he’d lost and go in for a fight but the kid kept running. “Something’s up, he’s not fighting” Jason lookup up to see Tim soaring down towards Damian. “Wings aren’t flapping Drake you’re not airborne much longer” Jason noted as Tim cascaded through the air. “Long enough idiot, pick up is on the way”

“of - fucking - course it is” Jason stopped in his tracks when he saw not only Jon but Conner flying in, Conner on Jon’s tail. “So is this just a fun exercise now? I think the kids got the message” Tim had connected Kon to the group. “Leave ‘em be let’s go for plan C” Dick told the group and the comms filled with Tim’s groans and Kon whooping. “Nah I’m out but I still wanna give ‘em a run for it. Dami is smart he’ll figure out what he and Jon are” Jason tried to sound caring and thoughtful, but really he wanted to chase Damian and not have to watch Conner makeout with his brother. “Alright we can talk later, go get them” Dick gave the go-ahead and the three took after their younger brothers who had quite the head start.

“Clone is on our tail, can’t you go faster?” Damian complained. “Good one Rob but if I’ve got this correctly I’m the one carrying you.” Damian rolled his eyes, using his wrist computer to find the quickest hiding spot. “Left here, hard turn” Damian instructed as Jon dove into a field of grains. “Not that hard idiot” Jon laughed and Damian couldn’t contain a giggle. “Well they won’t find us... what should we do?” Jon poked at Damian.

“Sometimes I wonder how I befriended you”

“So you admit we’re best friends!”

“Glad that’s what you got”

“Well now that we’re here wanna talk about our..... feelings?” Jon waggled an eyebrow at Damian.

“Forget it, Jason finding me is better than this” Damian began to get up when Jon grabbed his hand, stopping him dead in his tracks. “Stay with me Dames, just for a little” and though Damian wouldn’t admit it, he was glad Jon asked him to stay, because he was never good at the feelings thing but with Jon he kinda wanted to try. He wanted to find what the feeling of his heart pounding out his chest and his brain being fuzzy was, and just how he could feel it just a little more often.

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gardenia-angel · 4 years

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Chapter One:

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴

(First chapter is a little longer than I planned oops! Sorry not sorry but please let me know what you think of the story so far in comments!)

‘God I wish I could go home.’ I thought to myself as I worked. Today I had an early morning shift, which meant I had to be up at 5 am. As a non-morning person that took a lot of effort and a lot of coffee to get me up. I mainly worked by myself so it was just me and my wandering thoughts during my 7 hour shift. My mind mainly focused on what I finished binge watching last night. The Umbrella Academy. I was shocked but also excited with the ending. Even though the thought of what happened to ghost Ben broke my heart, I still cant wait for what’s in store for season 3.

I began to wonder what it would be like to live a world such as the Hargreeves siblings. I thought it be way more exciting than my normal boring life.

My phone buzzed signaling that it was time for me to take my break. I didn’t realized how much time went by while I was daydreaming about my Umbrella Academy fantasy. As I entered the break room, I realized I was the only one with a break at the time. I sighed contently. I find it rather peaceful being alone all the time. It beats having to be in a cramped room with all your other obnoxious coworkers. My break was ending soon so I decided to leave the room and head over to the restroom. When I opened the break room door however, it wasn’t the store I worked in at all. I stared wide eyed into a blue vortex that was blowing air everywhere. I put my hands to my face trying to shield my eyes from the bright lights flashing when suddenly I felt my whole body being lifted up. Im not the type that screams when im scared, I’m the type that cant let out any noise when im truly frightened. So with a gasp, I was sucked right into the vortex.

I dropped down into an alleyway. I groaned as I laid on my stomach for a few moments as I tried to piece together what the hell just happened. For some weird reason my mind felt all fuzzy and I couldn’t exactly remember anything. I decided to get up now and take a look around. Stepping out of the alleyway I glanced around. I seemed to be in a downtown area with stores that looked..outdated? That’s really weird. I walked down the sidewalk until I stumbled upon a very familiar scene, although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I saw a boy in a school uniform sitting on a bench next to an older man in a suit. I watched from the side as the two talked. I started to get a bad feeling, like something was about to shift. Across the street I watched as a bus pulled up to a stop. In the back of my mind I could hear gunshots. I got goosebumps all of a sudden as I rushed to the boys side.

“Excuse me but you need to move right now!” I said to him while shaking his shoulder slightly. He looked at me in confusion and with a slight anger in his tone he asked “who the hell are you?!”

I shook my head. “Please you have to listen to me! Three men are about to get off that bus and start shooting at you!”

Just then, the three men did come off the bus. They began walking towards us.

“Who the hell are those guys?!” The boy said, trying to get a good look at them.

“Shit.” The older man said as he put something in the boys pocket.

“FIVE!” I shouted. In a matter of moments the men started shooting at us. The older man had shoved a briefcase in front of us and somehow the boy and I found ourselves behind a car. The briefcase now having bullet holes in it. “How many times did I say bulletproof briefcases.” The boy said in disappointment.

“I think I’m going to be sick..” I groaned as I held my stomach. Did we really just teleport from the bench to this car?! The sound of guns cocking and footsteps nearing us made the boy grab my hand and teleport us again. This time on a roof.

“Oh my god I’m going to throw up!” I groaned again. This time we were laying down on top of a roof. The boy quickly shushed me. “If you don’t shut up they’ll find us and kill us.”

The thought of being shot to death quickly made me stop complaining. He stuck his head up a little to see if the coast was clear. When it was, he grabbed my hand and teleported us both back down into the alleyway.

I ended up vomiting up a little bit. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to make you sick but if I didn’t, well then you’d be dead.” His way of trying to comfort me did not comfort me in the slightest. “Thanks?” I said as I wiped my mouth and turned back to face him. “Who are you and how did you know that was going to happen before it happened and how do you know my name!?” He bombarded me with a whole lot of questions. I stared back at him in confusion as I stuttered trying to find the answer to these questions i truly did not know. His attention was then directed elsewhere. He looked towards a window in suspicion. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” He said before heading towards a door into the back of a building. “Hey wait! Don’t leave me here.” I said before he teleported away inside. “Wait here my ass..” I mumbled before following him inside. Luckily the door was unlocked. I followed him up some stairs where he knocked on a door. The door next to the other one opened up and a man poked his head out. “What do you want?” The man asked suspiciously.

“Hi I’m selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was wondering if you —“ The man shut his door without a word. Five then teleported into the mans home without a second thought.

“He really needs to stop doing that.” I said to myself as I tried to open the door. To no avail, it was locked. I sighed as I waited for them to open the door for me. I could hear the other man let out a small scream. They were talking some more until the boy finally came and opened the door for me. He teleported back into the other room where the man was. He jumped a little at how close the boy appeared to him.

“Listen to me I —“ The boy began.

“E-Elliot Elliot, m-my name is Elliot.” He said while backing up.

I looked around at all the newspapers and things plastered on the walls. Guess this guy is super into SciFi.

“Whatever, alright! I got 10 days to find them and save the world, and I’m gonna need your help to find them.”

I looked at him when he said that. Something about what he said rang a bell in my head. God why I can’t I remember anything clearly!

He turned to me. “And you? What’s your name?”

I shook my head solemnly and looked down at the ground. “I really wish I could tell you but I just can’t remember anything clearly.” I said truthfully.

“Well what was the last thing you do remember.” He said, this time his tone was more sympathetic.

“I remember being somewhere and..and opening a door, I think. The next thing I know is falling onto the pavement in that alleyway.”

“Hmm..” was all he said before taking a sip of coffee.

“I know I sound absolutely crazy but it’s true!”

“Well, my whole life is crazy so I understand” he sighed.

“I must’ve accidentally time traveled you too along with the rest of us.” He muttered before looking me up and down. “I can tell you’re from my time, your clothes don’t match the sixties fashion.”

My eyes widened. “Wait hold up..did you just say the sixties?!” I looked over at the other man. He waved at me but I just stared in disbelief. “Plus you also have a cellphone in your back pocket.” I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone. “Oh shit maybe this could help me..” I tried pressing the home button but it wouldn’t turn on. “Just my luck, it’s dead. I doubt there’s a charger around here.” I said sadly as I put it back in my pocket.

“What I don’t understand is how you knew what was going to happen. Is that your power?” He asked nonchalantly. As if having powers is normal.

I knitted my brows is confusion. “My powers?! What are talking about, I don’t know! How do I even know your name? I’m not sure about that either Five!” I crossed my arms around my torso and held myself tightly. “It’s like I know you somehow..all of you. This all just seems so vaguely familiar.”

“You know my siblings names too?” Five asked.

“Yeah there’s..” I ondered on the thought for a few seconds before I could clearly say each of their names. “Diego, Vanya, Klaus, Allison, and Luther.” I said without a second hesitation.

Five looked up at you in curiosity. He’s never met anyone quite like you. Suddenly I got flashes of what seemed like memories. Of the brother Diego. He was in a hospital of sorts and he seemed to be sitting in a circle of patients, talking.

“I think I might be able to help you look for one of your brothers?” I said sounding more like I was asking a question.

Five nodded. “Where do we start?”

“I wanna say he’s in a sort of hospital or something. l don’t really know where for sure though.” I shrugged.

“She right actually!” Elliot chimed in. He went over to a desk drawer and pulled out a newspaper clipping. “Disturbed man with multiple knives arrested outside 1026 N. Beckley.” I read aloud.

“Diego.” Five muttered as we looked at the article. Five then took the paper from Elliot and put it in his pocket. “Let’s go, you’re gonna help me find all of them.” He said to me.

He began walking away towards the door, ready to start his mission.

“Woah woah woah! Hold on mister, what makes you think I should come with you? Have you forgotten about the three men that were shooting at us? There’s a fat chance that they’ll still be hunting us!”

Five turned back to me and shrugged. “They’re hunting me not us. They’re the Swedes as everyone would call them. They’re brothers and they work for my former employer at the Commission. I already know how to handle them. That won’t be our problem.”

“I don’t know Five. I might just slow you down. I’m a liability..”

He shrugged again. “Maybe you can actually fight, we don’t know that yet.” He smiled and I rolled my eyes. I decided to follow anyways.

“Key word Five, ‘yet’. And I don’t think I wanna know if we really do get in trouble.” I said as we walked out the door

In a short time we found the hospital Diego resided. So are we breaking him out of here or what’s the plan?” I asked as we went inside the large building. “I’m not entirely sure yet..” Five said.

Five talked to the front desk lady and she led us to a visiting room where we waited for them to bring Diego to us.

The orderlies led Diego in the room a few minutes later. “Five.” Diego stated as if he didn’t believe it was really him. He glanced at me as he sat down on the chair across from us but quickly put his attention back onto Five.

“Hey Diego.” Five replied back. All were quiet until Five broke the silence. “You look good in white.” He sarcastically remarked. Diego rolled his eyes. “About time you show up.”

“How’d you know I’d be back?” Five questioned.

“Because that’s the kind of shit you pull.” Diego said as if it were obvious.

“Where are the others?” Five asked.

“They’re not with you?” He said then glanced at me again. “And who’s this?” He said confused.

I smiled slightly and put my hand out to shake his. “Hi, I’m...well actually I don’t know who I am.” Diego shook my hand and gave me a skeptic look and turned back to Five.

“It’s a long story but basically when we teleported, I accidentally teleported her too. I don’t know how exactly, time travel is a roll of the dice. I haven’t exactly worked out all the quirks..” Five explained.

They went on talking to each other as I started to drift into my thoughts. Why am I here? What’s wrong with my memory? None of this is making sense. I don’t belong here. I need to find a way home. All Five seems to care about is this doomsday thing. It all just seems too unreal!

I was brought back to reality when I heard Five stand up and shout. “Guard! My brother here is plotting an escape. The bars in his room have been shaved down.”

In a matter of milliseconds Diego jumped up and pranced forward trying to strangle Five as the guards tried to hold him back. I quickly stood up trying not to get in the way. A nurse then came in and injected Diego with something causing him to knock out. Five tugged at my shoulder and leaned in to whisper something. “We’ll come back for him later.” He said and began walking away with me following right behind.

“How could you let them do that to your poor brother?” I said. He doesn’t look like he belongs in a nuthouse.

“Diego’s fine, he knows how to take care of himself. Like I said we’ll come back later.”

I sighed as we walked out the building. I gasped as a sudden flash of memories passed through my mind. I had to stand still afterwards. It had caused my head to start aching. “I need to sit down Five.” I said wearily. He led me over to a bench just outside the hospital entrance. “Did you just have another vision?” He asked with hope in his voice.

“Yeah Luther..” I groaned as I massaged my head.

“Well then let’s go.” He stood back up. Oh god how can he be so active all day and not rest for a minute?! I thought as I looked at him.

I made a tsk sound and shook my head. “No no no no, you can go find your other brother, I’m just going to stay right here.”

“What? Why!?” He frowned.

“Because Im tired Five! I can’t do this all day. I need to stop and think. It’s frustrating when you can’t remember shit!” I yelled and put head in my hands. Five looked down at me in sympathy. “I know it must be tough but don’t give up. I’m sure your memory will come back to you in time.”

“I sure hope so...” I said while looking back at him. “Which is why I think I should stay here. You said yourself you wanted to come back later on to get Diego anyways.” I said making a valid point.

“Hmm..I guess you’re right. You’re sure you’ll be fine here?”

“I’ll be good. There’s people all around here too so it’s not like the Swedes can just come up and shoot me.”

With that, I told Five the name of the Club Luther was at in my vision and he took off. Hours went by and soon it was night time. Five was nowhere to be seen. My memory didn’t come back yet either. I let out a huff as I waited on the bench. What do I do if Five doesn’t come back? I can’t break Diego out by myself. I can’t go back to Elliots because I don’t even know my way back. All I could was stay there. A few more hours went by and soon there were no more people walking about. I now started to regret not going with Five. It’s sketchy as hell out here by myself. Suddenly I saw a truck pull into the hospitals parking lot. It looked like a milk truck. Why the hell would a milk truck be here in the middle of the night? My question was answered when I saw the three men from earlier get out of the truck and load up their guns. I jumped off the bench and quickly tried to hide myself, scared that they were going to spot me. I watched as they made their way into the front doors. Shit they must be after Diego! What do I do? I don’t think I can fight. Five said Diego could take care of himself though. I trust that he can. My best bet is to try to make my way to Elliot’s home. I got up and began to walk away from the hospital.

It felt like I had been walking for a very long time with no final destination. I got myself lost. I ended up walking in a neighborhood. I could tell it was started to get very late because mostly all the house lights had turned off. As I turned down a street I saw flashing lights coming from the left of me. Police cars were surrounding someone’s house. They seemed to be arresting a man. I wondered what was going on. Before I could ponder on the thought any longer, something else caught my vision. I saw a fucking milk truck parked down the way. No way in hell thats them. The moment I saw the truck they seemed to have spotted me because the head lights turned on. “Fuck.” I said under my breathe and sprinted off down the street on my right. The car then began to chase me. I ran and ran as fast as my legs could take me. I tried to turn down every street I could so that I could loose them, but they always seemed to be on my tail. I made my way into a narrow alleyway. I took a right and then a left and then another left. To my surprise I had just lead myself into a dead end. “Just my luck..” I breathed out.

I turned to look to see if they were coming as I breathed heavily. All this anxiety wasn’t helping me catch my breathe. I looked around me to see if there was anything I could use to defend myself. Looking through a dumpster I luckily found a metal pipe. I held it up ready to swing at who ever tried to come near me. In the next few moments they came down the alleyway. With guns. How could I forget they had guns?! None the less I still remained calm with my metal pipe. As they approached me they saw that all I had to defend myself with was a metal pipe. They smirked and the one in the middle let out a small chuckle. The one in the middle that seemed to be like the leader put his gun away. The other two just lowered theirs. The leader made his way towards me. “Don’t you come any closer!” I yelled, tryingto sound mean but all I sounded like was scared. He went in for a swing but I dodged. I then went for a upper hand swing with the pipe but he quickly grabbed it. As if it were a reflex I picked up my leg and kicked him in the chest which caused him to fumble backwards. He looked taken aback for a quick second before resuming to fight me. How I had all these moves, I have no idea! I guess Five was right. Maybe I did know how to fight. Not good enough though. I went in with a high kick almost hitting his jaw but his reflexes were way faster than mine. He caught my foot before I could touch him and with the slightest effort he spun my whole body and I crashed onto the hard cement. I let out a groan and tried to crawl away to the wall to try and pick myself up. When I got to the wall the man turned me around as I stood there. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes. “Please don’t kill me..” I said in a hushed tone as I shook my head slightly. He looked at me with curiosity. His two brothers slowly approaching from behind him. He turned to look at the taller one and gave him a nod. I looked at them in confusion. What was their none spoken agreement?! Before I could think any longer the taller one turned his gun around and knocked me on the head causing me to pass out.

#the umbrella academy #the swedes #tua #five hargreeves #tua2 #tua fanfic #tua axel #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #lila pitts #ikea mafia

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livesincerely · 3 years

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I’m very sorry for all of the asks Madam Sincerely, but I’ve just recently gone on a binge of all of your fics, and I don’t think there’s any more questions on the ask game, so can I ask here: Do you have any ideas on future works that you haven’t started writing yet? If so, can we hear some? I was scrolling back through your tumblr to cheer myself up yesterday (my country’s gone back into lockdown) and saw you mentioned a few ideas, like the one in the SubDavey ask? Sorry, just curious <3

No need to be sorry, the asks are lovely! I’m sorry to hear that things have shut down where you are, I’m sure that’s incredibly difficult. Sending all the positivity your way 💕💜✨⭐️💕💜

The Domestic au is the QUEEN of inspiring random story ideas and dangling plot threads. There’s several floating around in the domestic au/ideas for later tags but if I was going to narrow it down to a handful of ideas that have a good chance of existing in the near-ish future, then I’d say 1) the Jack and Davey preparing for college fic 2) the Davey picking Race & Charlie up from the elementary school because Jack’s sick fic 3) the Race and Charlie needing a cuddle pile fic and 4) the bedsharing fic where Jack is struggling under the pressure of fighting for custody and needs some comfort.

I’m just in the mood for some stuff set in the high school/college era of that au, probably because ‘it’s beginning to look a lot like...’ has got me in the mindset. All of these would be one shots, just showing more landmarks in the boys’ history since ‘it’s so easy (too easy) to love you’ sort of just drops you right into the ocean as far as circumstances lol. And also, there’s a lot of family building that goes on before Jack and Davey get together that I’m very interested in exploring! I think Race describes it as ‘eight years of waiting for Jack and Davey to get their shit together?’ Yeah. So definitely lots of domestic au in the upcoming year.

I’ve talked the tiniest bit about ‘there’s you and me (and everyone else)’ and ‘a few letters off’ but after doing the first bits & bobs for each of them, I got distracted by other projects as I so often do, 😅 so I’ll talk about them here. Actually, I’m not even sure if these had working title ideas last time I mentioned them here, it’s been that long lol.

Anyway, these two fics are very similar, but just different enough to need separate fics. The first is a modern, high school au that features different examples of Jack and Davey being the accidental co-parents of their friend group while obliviously pining for each other. I’m thinking it will be individual scenes tied together by the theme; I’ll put the original idea post here and the bits & bobs here. Besides what I already talked about, I also think I want to include a scene where Albert and Crutchie are going on a first date (a pairing that is absolutely inspired by @agentsnickers, you’ve converted me) and they both separately approach Jack and Davey for advice on what to do/wear/etc. Like, a total ‘our-kids-on-their-first-date-get-the-camera’ type thing, plus Jack being an overprotective older brother and giving Charlie a curfew because he’s ridiculous.

“Be home by nine,” Jack says, a little surly. “Nine?” Davey asks, incredulous “They’re seventeen not seven. Eleven o’clock.” “I’m supposed to trust Albert with my baby brother at eleven o’clock?” Jack asks, scowling. “That’s just asking for trouble.” He says trouble in the sort of ominous tone other people reserve for imminent nuclear meltdown or battlefield heart surgery. “What do you think Albert’s gonna do, stick his hand down Crutchie’s pants the moment they walk out the door?” Davey says with a scoff. “It’s Albert.” “Ten-thirty,” Jack eventually offers. Davey nods, then looks back at Albert and Crutchie, who have been following this exchange like a tennis match and are both now a little pink in the face, and shrugs, trying to convey something like ‘pick your battles’. “Great!” Crutchie squeaks out, sounding absolutely mortified. “Great, ten-thirty it is, oh my god, Albert let’s go before theykeeptalking—“

Oh! And I want Davey to full name someone in the ultimate you-fucked-up-and-mom-is-pissed move. I even went and made full names for everyone just to be prepared 😊

Then, ‘a few letters off’ is the Jack-and-Davey’s-friends’-perspectives-on-the-nonsense-that-is-Javid fic. I’ve basically finished the Buttons scene, but I’m also hoping to include one each from the povs of Katherine, Crutchie, Racetrack, Spot, and Albert at minimum.

I’m thinking:

Katherine - catching Jack painting/drawing Davey while Jack tries to cover and deny

Spot - The aftermath of him and Jack getting into a fight with the DeLancey’s and him watching Davey fluttered worriedly around Jack, scolding him for being a reckless but still dabbing carefully at his injuries.

Racetrack - comes home to find Jack and Davey watching a movie, except that Jack’s fallen asleep halfway through, head in Davey’s lap, and Davey is adamant that Race doesn’t wake him.

Crutchie - watching Javid eating lunch together and noting how totally domestic it is: stealing food from each other’s plates, Jack gives Davey his extra fruit cup then swipes his milk carton and Davey doesn’t even say anything because it’s so routine, and how they’re able to move in and around each other effortlessly while eating and holding two separate conversations.

Albert - watching Jack and Davey flirt/bicker from the backseat on the drive to school.

And then some sort of culminating/getting together scene at the end.

There’s the infamous quarantine fic, which I waxed poetically about for all of two seconds and then never expanded on. (Here and here) The reason I haven’t done anything with it yet is because it will be a multi-chapter and between tie fic, take a shot fic, and now the domestic au holiday fic, I’m really at my limit for multi chapters at the mo’. But I do still want to do something with this once I finish tie fic and DAUHF, as take a shot knows no bounds and cannot be quantified by earthly means.

Then, as for the idea I mentioned in the sub!Davey post.... I think I’m going to be able to repurpose the general scenario/concept I was imagining for the final, E rated chapter of Tie Fic, so I don’t think the original idea will ever make it to a final cut. (I won’t say never because anything’s possible lol) But, I’m happy to put the bit I have here! Things don’t quite get E rated in this excerpt, but they’re definitely a solid M. This would’ve been an addition to the Tease series and I think this has been sitting in my drafts for almost as long as the letterman fic, and it hasn’t been edited in at least two years, so yeah 😅

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“I really wanted to work on my thesis proposal, that’s why I was in the library most of the day,” Davey says suddenly, pushing Jack down against the couch and straddling him, his voice light and conversational. “It was nice of you to check on me so often, though I’m sorry I wasn’t very good company. I was trying to stay focused, you know how it is.”

Davey looks at Jack expectantly, making it clear that he’s waiting for a response. Jack stares up at him, his expression equal parts confused, transfixed, and aroused. He swallows heavily, then nods.

“But I did warn you, didn’t I?” Davey continues, bracing himself with a hand on each of Jack’s shoulders, rolling their hips together as he presses closer. “That I had a lot of work to do? That this paper is really important to me and that I wanted to get a head start? That I really needed to focus and didn’t want to be distracted? I distinctly remember warning you about all of that.”

He nuzzles down the curve of Jack’s jaw, then nips at his neck. “But you didn’t listen,” he says against Jack’s pulse point. Davey smooths his hands down Jack’s chest, then back up to his throat, tugging at his collar. He unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt.

“In fact, one could argue that you did the exact opposite of what I asked you to do,” Davey says, working his way slowly through the buttons on Jack’s shirt. “Trailing your fingers across my arm, rubbing a thumb across the nape of my neck, sneaking a hand up my shirt… I would call all of that distracting, wouldn’t you?” He finishes unbuttoning Jack’s shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, admiring his muscular chest.

Davey glances up sharply. “Answer me, Jack.”

Jack blinks himself out of his daze. “I-uh, what did you ask me?”

Davey leans forward. They’re so close that he can feel the warmth of Jack’s breath against his face. “I asked you,” he starts, wrapping his arms loosely around Jack’s neck, “whether you thought constantly caressing someone while they were trying to work would distract them.”

It takes Jack a long moment to respond. “Yeah.”

One of Davey’s hands trails up the back of Jack’s neck. “You agree that doing something like that would be impossibly flustering?” Davey asks in that same, unaffected voice—as if clarifying a statement for a news article—threading his fingers through Jack’s hair. “That it would thoroughly divert that person’s focus? That it would leave them feeling unbalanced, frustrated, and downright agitated?

He leans impossibly closer, so close that the barest tilt of his head would press their lips together. “That it would drive them so crazy that all they could think about was how desperately they needed to be fucked,” Davey growls out, and his voice low and rough.

“Christ, Davey,” Jack groans, his pupils blown wide. He leans up to kiss him, but Davey anticipates this and tugs sharply on his hair, holding him in place. “So, we’re in agreement?” Davey continues in his casual voice, letting go of the dark strands and pulling away slightly, ignoring Jack’s groan of disappointment, “that all of those actions would, in fact, be extremely distracting.”

He trails his hands lovingly across Jack’s shoulders and down his chest, his movements unhurried. He licks a hot stripe up Jack’s neck, then sucks hard at a spot just under his jaw.

“Considering both of these facts, I can only conclude that you were distracting me on purpose.” Davey presses a line of kisses along Jack’s collar bone, delighting in the moan that tears its way out of Jack’s throat. He scratches lightly at the tanned skin of Jack’s chest, then sucks a bruise just above his collarbone.

“Were you doing it on purpose, Jack?” he asks, then before Jack can answer, rolls his hips hard and slow against Jack’s, grinding their erections together. Jack’s hands spasm, then tighten, clenching hard against Davey’s sides. Davey continues his ministrations, circling his hips against Jack’s, teasing him with the friction. Then, just as Jack seems to catch on to Davey’s rhythm and starts to move with him, Davey stills. “Were you teasing me on purpose?”

Jack’s mouth opens and closes, his throat working furiously. “I-yeah.”

David hums in acknowledgment, then continues his slow perusal of his boyfriend’s chest. He nibbles lightly across his sternum, then draws the flat of his tongue across one of one Jack’s nipples. Jack arches into him but Davey pushes him back, using his leverage to hold Jack down against the couch cushions. He sits up, admiring the mess he’s made of Jack’s neck and torso.

Jack stares up at him, chest heaving, waiting for Davey’s next move.

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Davey runs his hands down Jack’s stomach and between his hips, fingers brushing gently against the front of Jack’s jeans.

Jack lets out a guttural noise. “God, Davey, let me—“ he starts, one hand slipping back to kneed at Davey’s ass, the other inching towards Davey’s fly.

“No,” Davey says firmly, moving Jack’s hands back to his waist. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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That’s all that comes to mind at the moment! Oh, and the Brooklyn Davey AU idea, but I got a different ask about that, so I’ll just link it. (Here)

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#*editor's note #*ask #ideas for later #*the writing desk #this was a lot but hopefully it was interesting!#thank you for the ask #blessings and good vibes on your house

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DAY 1

“Welcome back viewers! As we just saw before the break, our celebrity housemates have all entered the Big Brother House and have officially started the game. Will personalities clash? Are alliances already forming? Let go to the live feed to find out!” said host Julie Chen.

As the screen shifts to a view of the living room, we see all the castmates lounging around and getting to know one another.

“So this is it everybody, the Big Brother House! I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t wait to get the game started!” said Jake.

Met with some cheers, Miranda decided to speak up. “I know, right? And it’s crazy that we all pretty much know each other already!”

This was true. Seeing as how this was the first season of Celebrity Big Brother in the US, the producers decided to go with a cast of the hottest, youngest, most talked about singers and actors. Apart from Jennifer, who was a milf, and James, who they needed as the sacrificial lamb to go home first. Plus, there was nobody messier than an ex-Disney/Nickelodeon act, so this season was guaranteed to be a disaster (in the best way possible).

“Which is why I’m assuming you’re all going to be fighting over me! Naturally I’m the strongest player here, the best looking, I’ve competed on Dancing With The Stars, and would’ve made the finals if it wasn’t for that stupid bitch from Full House.” James gloated, an awkward silence amongst the housemates as they all just stared at him. “Now, if you’d all make your case as to why I should be in your alliance, I can start making some decisions!”

“Loike… this is litcherally the first time I’ve even heard of you, and you’re acting a little dodgy mate, know what I mean?” Charli responded.

“Huh? Whatever, don’t want some foreign bitch in my alliance anyways. Anyone else?” James asked, only to be met with a chorus of boos.

Truth be told, James knew he was laying the asshole-ishness on a little thick, but he came into the game with a plan; he was going to be the season’s villain! Everybody loved a villain! But judging by the looks he was getting from everyone, not even 20 minutes into the game… he figured that he would lay low for a while until they all cooled off.

“Whatever. If you guys need me, I’ll be in the gym.”

As James awkwardly left the room, leaving the other housemates stunned, Dustin cleared his throat.

“So… who’s up for some cocktails?” He asked, met with enthusiasm, of course, because he was Dustin.

After an hour or two of socializing, naturally everybody began to go their separate ways, heading to the bedrooms to claim their beds and no doubt start strategizing about the game.

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“A twin bed? Are you kidding me??” Sabrina exclaimed, tossing her bag to the side and sitting down with a huff. “If the producers seriously think I’m gonna sleep on this pile of fucking rocks, then they have another thing coming!”

“I hear you bestie… JAKE! DIEGO! Come here now!” Logan yelled out, his current boyfriend and ex-boyfriend running over to his beck and call. “I’m gonna need you two to push all three of our beds together, like, now. I’ll let you two figure out who gets to share with me and who gets the floor. In the meantime, I’m gonna go find Charli and Lorde, we’re all gonna have a group meeting.”

As the two males quickly got to work and the blonde knocked over a bedside table in frustration, they heard Victoria call out from across the room.

“Hey guys, look what I found!” Victoria beamed.

In its own little part of the house was a separate room decked out fully in gold, with a small seating area and a huge California king bed.

“Oh, so this is where my bed is! Thank god I didn’t already start unpacking.” Sabrina said, throwing herself back on the bed and letting out a sigh of relief.

“Uhm, I’m pretty sure this is actually me and Dustin’s bed. I let the producers know about our accommodations before we entered the house.” Victoria replied, causing the blonde to give her a look.

“Err, no it’s okay, I’m fine having my own be-“Dustin said before Victoria put a finger to his lips to shush him.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll handle it. Sabrina, get off, you’re messing up Dustin’s side of the bed.”

“No! Why do you two get this giant bed to yourselves! That’s not fair!” Sabrina shouted, getting in Victoria’s face.

“Oh, but for whatever reason you think you’re entitled to it?” Victoria shouted back, Kendall trying to pull her aside to stop the fighting.

“Guys, I think this bed might be for me, there’s an outlet next to it and I need somewhere to plug in my CPAP machine.” Lorde said, suddenly appearing in the room alongside them.

“Oh, this room is nice!” Raini said, appearing in the room with Carlos and Max beside her.

Housemates! I see you’ve all found the Master Bedroom. There’s no need to fight over it, as you’ll all have the chance to claim it, so long as you’re the current reigning Head of Household.

“See? There’s no reason for you two to fight over the bedroom after all!” Kendall said, throwing an am around each girl before they shoved him off.

“Stay out of it, Kendall!” They shouted in unison.

“But what about my CPAP machine?” Lorde asked.

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In one bedroom, Logan, Lorde, Sabrina, Charli, Diego, and Jake were all huddled together in a circle.

“Now, I’m sure you can all figure out why we’re together right now.” Logan said, standing up above the others. “You see, I’ve decided that I’m going to take all of you to the final six with me!”

As everyone cheered, Logan cleared his throat. “Jake, could you go stand guard at the door and make sure nobody’s around? We need to talk business. First plan of action, who are we evicting first?”

“I vote Carlos. Physical challenge wise, I think he poses the biggest threat.” Lorde said, with Jake nodding his head in agreement from the door.

“We can vote Carlos first. But if it’s a mental challenge, then I think Raini poses a threat too.” Sabrina said, Charli agreeing with her.

“You both have a point, I guess we’ll just have to see how the first challenge goes.” Logan responded, pacing around the room with his hands behind the back. To the side, Diego sat quietly, a troubled look on his face. “What’s wrong Diego, you look like you don’t agree with us.”

“No, it’s not that Logan, it just that… this alliance… don’t you all think it’s a little obvious? I’m sure the others already expect us to team up, and I feel like they’ll try to pick us off one by one. I don’t know, I feel like we’re just setting ourselves up to be targeted.”

“Gee, Diego, it sounds to me like you don’t want to be in the final six, do you? If you’re just going to sit there and backstab us already, feel free to leave the room!” Logan scowled, pointing an accusatory finger at Diego.

“NO! It’s just that-“ Diego responded before being cut off by Logan.

“Save it. All in favor of voting Diego out of the alliance, say I!” Logan barked, the other four all yelling out a cheerful “I!”.

“Fine. When this alliance backfires, Logan, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Diego said before storming out of the room.

After a brief, awkward silence, Jake spoke up. “Soooo… does that mean we’re the final 5 now?”

Before anybody could answer that, suddenly a loud crash came from the nearby closet, with Jennifer falling out in a tangle of clothing and hangers.

As everybody glared at her, she let out an awkward chuckle. “Okay, so maybe I was eavesdropping on all of… that… but what can I say? I live for drama!”

“Cool. So… would you be interested in joining our alliance and being in the final 6 with us?” Logan asked.

“YES! Oh my god, I’ve been avoiding Kendall all day, I just know he was going to ask me that question any second.” Jennifer exclaimed, being met with open arms by her new alliance mates.

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Meanwhile, in the common room, the rest of the housemates, minus James, Carlos, and Diego, were all gathered together. Max, Aly & AJ, Victoria, and Kendall were all playing charades, with Victoria, his partner, screaming at him for his god-awful impersonation of an mime (why couldn’t he have picked something more obvious, like a toucan?). On the couch sat Raini and Miranda, who were playing scorekeeper for each team.

And in the gym, James and Carlos were both lifting weights, with Carlos being James’s spotter.

“I can’t believe it’s already almost the end of the day, and NOBODY has asked me to be in an alliance with them! Everyone in this house must be a complete fucking moron if they don’t see just how valuable I am to have on their side!” James, said, grunting as he pushed the bar above his chest up and down.

“Uh, yeah.” Carlos responded, half-tempted to let go and let the bar fall on his former bandmate’s chest.

Truth be told, Carlos would rather be anywhere but here. Him and James had only spoken twice since the indefinite hiatus of Big Time Rush, and he was shocked/upset when he saw him walk in the house as a fellow housemate. They had had a bit of bad blood due to… something, that had happened between them back in the apartment.

Carlos wasn’t stupid. Earlier during their workout session, James had asked if he wanted to form an alliance, and he knew it was only because nobody else wanted to be around him. But, before coming onto the show, Carlos had binge watched every season of Big Brother, and if things went as they usually did, there was much more of a focus on physical challenges at the beginning of the show, with the challenges becoming more mental as the show progressed.

So he would be in an alliance with James, at least for the beginning. At least until he could join a stronger one.

“Well, whatever. Looks like it’s just me and you against the house then, bro.” James said, pushing the bar off of him and taking a swig of his water. “So I don’t know about you, but I say we vote that british chick out first. Didn’t like the way she was talking to me earlier.”

“Charli?? Why? She’s not even a threat!” Carlos asked.

“Well then let’s evict Kendall! He’s fucking annoying, and I’m pretty sure he was watching me get dressed to work out.” James responded, Carlos facepalming himself as James clearly had no idea how to strategize.

“Let’s… discuss it when the time comes. Do you mind spotting me?” Carlos said, but before he could say anything else, another figure had entered the room.

“Oh, hey guys… mind if I be in here with you for a bit?” said Diego, also donning his workout attire with a towel draped over his shoulder.

“Uh, yeah, that’s fine.” Carlos responded. He had never met Diego before, but he had certainly heard about him before. When he and Logan had broken up, Diego was the first guy Logan had rebounded with, and from what he had heard through the grapevine, things had gotten pretty serious between them. For whatever reason, they had broken up, seeing as how Logan was dating Jake now (not that Carlos was keeping tabs or anything, Logan’s personal life was just VERY publicized on gossip sites and the tabloids). He was going to question why he wasn’t with the others, as he had been before, but he decided against it, seeing how bothered he had looked when he walked in.

“Nice to see a fellow alpha male in the house. The name’s James.” The taller male said, putting out his hand to shake, which Diego reluctantly took.

“Diego.”

“Well Diego, me and Carlos here were just doing a few reps, care to join?” James said.

And for the next hour, the three of them did, falling into a… somewhat comfortable chit chat. They mostly just talked about fitness regimes, and then outside projects they had worked on (none of the ones James had named off ringing a bell in Diego’s head). Diego, of course, droned on and on about the podcast he does on woodworking, even if the other two didn’t seem as interested. And Carlos talked about life as a now-married family man, and the struggles of managing a career and a billion-dollar enterprise alongside it.

Eventually, the three of them had all tired out, taking the time to catch their breaths.

“Nice work out, man.” Carlos said, James nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, we gotta do this more often. You know, I was thinking… three alpha males likes us, dominating the competition? We’d be unstoppable, and nobody would suspect a thing. What do you two say we form an alliance?” James said, the other two taking a second to think it over.

“Yeah… yeah that sounds good actually.” Diego said.

“Me too… but first things first, I think we oughta hit the showers.” Carlos responded.

As the three of them made their way over to the restroom, James stopped dead in his tracks.

“Just so you two know, I’m not gay, so don’t get any ideas in there.”

However, despite his disclaimer, the three of them did end up fucking in the shower, with James in the middle, Diego in the front, and Carlos in the back.

Looks like some of our housemates are getting to know each other pretty well. To see the exclusive footage and catch other behind the scenes clips, make sure to tune into Celebrity Big Brother: After Dark.

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Attention housemates! If you would all make your way to the common area, we are about to begin our first Head of Household competition!

As everybody got situated on the couches, the main screen lit up, with host Julie Chen appearing on the screen.

“Welcome, everybody, to the first Head of Household competition. To start things off, and to commemorate our very first celebrity edition of Big Brother, we’re going to be doing things a bit differently this time. Prior to tonight, we asked viewers to vote for their pre-season favorite housemate, so hopefully you made a good impression in your introduction packages.” Julie said. “The winner of America’s vote will not only be the first Head of Household, they will also be responsible for choosing the first two nominations tonight, with one of you going home. Because we haven’t implemented a Power of Veto just yet, these two nominations will be locked in. Now, is everybody ready?”

“Ready!”

“Perfect. Now, in a landslide vote, America chose their favorite housemate to be… Raini Rodriguez! Congratulations, Raini, as the first Head of Household, tonight’s nominations fall in your hands. Feel free to discuss amongst your housemates, and let us know when you’re ready to nominate.” Julie said.

“Thank you, Julie, and thank you America for choosing me to be the first Head of Household!” Raini said. “So, first off, I guess I just want to say that whatever happens tonight, I hope there’s no hard feelings amongst any of us. We were all chosen to represent the first season for a reason, and I know that it’s going to be a great season. ALL of us are stars, and the sixteen of us are absolutely all within the same caliber.”

“Except for James.” Charli said, causing a VERY loud and hysterical reaction from everybody. Aly & AJ were rolling around on the floor, Miranda was fanning away the tears forming in her eyes, and Jennifer couldn’t stop cackling!

“Guys! Guys! No, I request the floor, guys!” James sputtered out, not expecting for him to suddenly be the laughing stock of the cast. “I’ll defend myself a little bit! No! I’ll defend myself a little bit! Guys! Okay, okay okay okay okay OKAY!”

“BITCH! Sit your ass down and shut the hell up, bitch!” Kendall shouted, standing up and feeling the blood rush to his head as everyone, if it was even more possible, became more hysterical and on the verge of pissing themselves. It was as if he was living a real life episode of drag race, and everybody else respected him and thought he was hilarious! Victoria had actually ended up peeing herself a little from laughing so hard, meanwhile Max was scrambling to take a hit from his inhaler.

Sitting down, still feeling flustered from all the praise, Kendall crossed his legs to hide his very obvious erection, no doubt needing to RUN to the bathroom after the eviction ceremony to take care of his little problem. Seeing how bright red James was, and the superiority complex he felt over the male that he had worshipped all these years… he actually already took care of his problem. Well, one of his problems at least. He’d have to change out of his shorts and do a load of laundry, now.

Once things had somewhat settled down, and James was sitting in his chair, steam practically shooting out of his ears, Raini stood up.

“Okay Julie, I think I’m ready.” Raini said, taking a second to compose herself. “This may not come as much of a shock, as seen by the… reaction, all of us had moments ago, but the first housemate I have to nominate for eviction is… James.”

“Oh fuck this! Are you kidding me?” James said, crossing his arms as he sat back, beyond furious with everybody around him.

“Very well, Raini. James, that means that you are up for eviction and are at risk of being voted out of the house tonight.” Julie said from the screen. “Now, Raini, please tell us who the second person is that you are nominating tonight.”

“Before I say her name, I just want to say that I have absolutely no ill will against this girl. She’s a great person, and a fellow Disney colleague of mine, but I feel like her attitude earlier today wasn’t the greatest. The second person that I am nominating tonight is… Sabrina.”

“WHAT! Is this some fucking joke?” Sabrina exclaimed, as producers told her to sit back down and not cause any more trouble.

“Very well. James, Sabrina, that means the two of you are up for eviction. Before the other housemates make their way to the confessional room, you each have 30 seconds to state your case and explain to the others why you deserve to stay in the Big Brother household. James, you are up first.” Julie said.

Standing up with his hands in his pockets, James was clearly agitated, but did his best to force a fake smile for the others. “Well, what more can I say than that I’m a strong player, a great potential ally, and if you all decide to keep me in the household, I’ll give you guys a shout out on my patreon, maybe even give you a feature on an upcoming song! We can do a vlog together for my Youtube channel! Whatever it is you guys want, I’m open to collaboration.” Sitting back down and still forcing a smile, he definitely felt a lot better about his standing in the competition.

“Thank you, James. Sabrina, you’re up.” Julie said.

“If you vote me, a GIRL, out of the house over a GUY, then that means you’re probably misogynistic.”

…….

“Is that it, Sabrina? You still have twenty seconds to make your case.” Julie asked.

“No, I think I made myself loud a clear.” Sabrina responded.

“Alright then. Housemates, one by one, you will make your way to the confessional room to cast your vote, and then we will announce which celebrity housemate will be leaving us tonight. Going alphabetically, Aly & AJ, you’re up first.” Julie said.

One by one, everybody cast their votes.

Aly & AJ: “We vote James. We didn’t like the language he used to some of the women here in the household, and we think it’s time for him to leave.”

Carlos: “James. I know we’re in an alliance, but I can’t align myself with somebody like him, it will only affect my game.”

Charli: “James.”

Diego: “I’m sorry to say it, but James.”

Dustin: “James.”

Jake: “I wanted to vote for Sabrina because she was being a little mean to me earlier, but I forgot she’s on my alliance, so I have to vote for… James.”

Jennifer: “James.

Kendall: “Well… I was going to vote for Sabrina, but I don’t want people to think I’m a misogynist! Plus I think he saw me earlier watching him undress, and I’m kinda afraid that he might put a pillow over my face while I sleep! So I vote for James! >~<”

Logan: “James. I fucking hate him.”

Lorde: “I vote for James.”

Max: “I thought he was a cool dude at first, but he really showed his true colors tonight, so James.”

Miranda: “I have to vote for James.”

Victoria: “James. But I have a feeling that Sabrina has her eye on Dustin, so I’m definitely watching out for her.”

As the housemates all made their way back to the living room, the camera panned on both James and Sabrina, both looking extremely nervous as they awaited the results.

“Thank you everybody for casting their vote. After tallying the votes, we had a 13-0 unanimous decision… James, I’m sorry, but you have been evicted from the Big Brother House.” Julie announced.

“You know what? FUCK all of you, you’re all a bunch of goddamn losers. I didn’t even need to do this show, you know! And to think my own two allies voted me out too, what a fucking joke.” James exclaimed, the rest of the cast glancing around to see who the two people were that he was referring to.

“And that concludes tonight’s eviction ceremony. James, please make your way to the jury house, and we will see you once more at the finale for the final vote.” Julie said, as James stormed off. “That has been tonight’s episode of Big Brother, tune in tomorrow to see what else our housemates have in store from this. Also, be sure to watch the live feeds on Big Brother: After Dark, and watch behind the scenes clips on BigBrother.com. This has been Julie Chen, thank you, and goodnight.”

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Day 1 Statistics:

Head of Household Wins:

Raini: 1

Current Alliances:

Alliance 1 – Logan, Lorde, Sabrina, Charli, Jake, Jennifer

Evicted Housemates: 16th- James

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Tales Of The XX Chapter 2

Warnings: S M U T that’s basically the only warning XD

Words: 5,577

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

Previous Chapter

The better part of Atta’s shift flew by before she knew it. She spent most of the daylight hours in the stockroom doing inventory. When she was finally forced to emerge as he was the last worker left for the night, she was thankful her last customer went with him. For the next hour, she immersed herself in her most recent series binge; Suburra: Blood On Rome. It intrigued her after learning what it was about and surprised her to see the amount of truth in it. She was so engrossed, one Airpod in, one out, when the door opened and the bell rang, she let out a small shriek and clamored to pause it and look busy. When she looked up from ‘dusting’ the counter, Atta rolled her eyes and threw the rag down, crossing her arms on the counter.

“Really, JP? Ever heard of a phone?” Atta remarked as her brother’s smirk bobbed between the aisles.

“You wanna kiss my butt?” Rook retorted back. Atta groaned and rolled her eyes, sliding her arms out from under her and laying her head on her arm.

“Explain why I have to put up with you again?” Atta grumbled. Rook snickered as he got to the counter, leaning on her right side and said, “Cause, not only am I the most adorable little brother you have, I’m the only one? Hm? Princess?”

Atta groaned again and punched Rook’s shoulder before curling her arms around her head. While she liked the power she received as the unofficial Princess of the XX Mob, she loathed being called such a demeaning name, especially by the other Dons and the elders. By the grace of God, Rook, Colson, and a very few select others were able to get away with calling her ‘Princess’ as a tease.

“Call me that again, John Paul, and I swear…” Atta said. Rook chuckled and leaned over to kiss her hair and said, “Come on, Sissy. I’m just kidding.”

A few soft chuckles escaped the curled mess of hair before she tossed her hair back and sat up, leaning next to Rook. She stared at him until he smirked and kissed her cheek, then pushing off the counter to look around the shop.

“Dad wanted me to check in on you. We were worried all your future prospects would try to ambush you.” Rook said, wandering around the store.

“Oh yeah? Where were you earlier? They could have come in then.” Atta shot back as she turned to start counting the register. Rook smirked at her and said, “Why do you think I’m here now? They’re no dumber than me.”

“And that’s not saying much, Rookie.” Atta teased. A small inflatable bounce ball bounced off her head, making her squeak then giggle as she turned to him, throwing it back. Rook dodged it and gave her the bird as he disappeared behind the next aisle. Atta returned it, even though he couldn’t see it, then went back to her work.

“So do you hate this place as much as Mom did yet?” Rook asked. Atta’s head shot up and she turned to him, face scrunched up and said, “Mom didn’t hate working here. She loved this place.”

“Not the people. Not in the end.” Rook said as he came back up to the counter. Atta glanced at him as she finished her tallies.

“Yeah. A few of them still come in. At least on my shirts. I’m not sure about the others.” Atta said, zipping up the money bags. “Watch the store for me?”

Rook gave her a two-finger salute as Atta ducked into the back office. He kept wandering around the store when the door opened again and he turned. “Hey. Colson, man. What are you doing here?” Rook asked, greeting him at the door and clapping hands.

“Hey. I could ask you the same thing.” Colson teased. Before the conversation could continue, Atta came back out, hair tied up and tying her apron back around her waist, saying, “Welcome to Cappalletti General. How-Colson. Hi.”

She stopped in her tracks, surprised to see him, and letting all form of customer service she gathered go, she smiled and tore the apron off. As the boys approached her, she slipped back behind the counter, folding her apron up and tucking it away in its place.

“So, what are you doing here?” Rook asked as both he and Atta leaned on the counter. Colson chuckled and shook his head.

“Your fucking twin shit creeps me out,” Colson said. Atta smirked and Rook chuckled and stood.

“Don’t change the subject, asshole.” Rook laughed. Colson smirked.

“I asked him to stop by. It’s been a while since he’s been home and I’m working a lot. Plus, I figured he would be a good repellant.” Atta said with a giggle.

“Repellant?” Colson asked with a raised eyebrow. “For what?”

“The droves of young men wanting to be chosen.” Rook said, dramatically, earning a shocked glare from his sister.

“Way to sell me out, JP!” Atta said. The boys chuckled as Atta rolled her eyes. The trio chatted for a whole before Rook saw he wasn’t quite needed. Jumping off the counter where he sat, and shaking Colson’s hand, Rook said, “I’d better head back to the house. I’ll see you, bro.”

Colson nodded as they clapped each other's backs, then Rook turned to Atta, who moved around the counter to hug him goodbye. “You call me if this cunt gets too handsy.” Rook joked. Atta giggled as he kissed her cheek before they broke the embrace.

“I think I can handle myself, thanks much,” Atta said. Rook chuckled and held up two fingers as he left, calling, “Take care of my sister, Colson!”

“With my life, man,” Colson called back, slipping an arm around her neck as they watched Rook leave. Once he turned the corner, Atta started cleaning up, Colson helping, taking the clutter of boxes she had brought out and unboxing them. After a while, Colson finally said, “Why’d you lie to him?”

Atta’s head shot over to him and before she could say anything to defend herself, Colson set one of the boxes they were moving down, reminding her gently, “You said last night you wanted company.”

Atta sighed and said, “Rook would have made a big deal about it. I can’t ask about you without him giving me shit.”

Colson chuckled and crossed his arms over the box and watched as Atta continued to stock. “Why would he give you shit? We’re friends too.” Colson said. Atta shot him a look that made Colson give a very rare and genuine smirk and he shrugged with a soft, “What?”

Letting the heavy box drop from her hands, onto the counter, with a light thud, Atta said, “Please. You know if he had the power to make us be together, he’d do it. I think he wants it more than we would.”

“Would? Not do?” Colson asked, lightly teasing her, though the clear slyness didn’t escape his tone. Atta looked at him and scoffed, lightly, a small smile touching her lips before they dropped and Atta looked away.

“Daddy would never allow it anyway. The Dons would riot…” She said softly, the last part more to herself than Colson, but he still heard it. The barest touch of a smile pricked his lips as he left his spot to go over to her, leaning on the counter as she restocked around the register.

“John spoke to me before I left yesterday,” Colson said gently. Atta glanced at him in a silent question, Colson responding with, “He told me that I wasn’t allowed to offer myself for your marriage. And when Rook takes over, there’s still nothing he can do because it could piss off the Dons and they will call for a vote and remove me.”

Atta’s movements had slowed to a stop as Colson spoke, but hearing that the Dons could force Colson to leave, her head shot over him. “That’s fucking bullshit, Colson,” Atta said. “You and Rook have been at those meetings since you were babies. This is your family, not theirs. They can’t just use you two for their own gains! That’s not what XX is about!”

Colson chuckled and followed Atta’s movements as she made her way around the counter, her green eyes burning. He held up his hands to stop her, but Atta brushed past him.

“No, Colson! That is asinine! Those stupid, senile old men refuse to let go of the post and pass their sexist, misogynistic teachings to their sons! And now, I have to marry one to keep the peace?!” Atta yelled. Colson finally caught her arm as she paced the floor, and pulled her closer, chuckling.

“Atta. Baby. You have to relax.” Colson said, placing a hand on her hip and one on her cheek. “John’s gonna be around a lot longer than those old bats. He’ll line everything up for Rook and me, and we’ll run XX together, alright?”

Atta blinked the thin layer of tears away as she took a breath and closed her eyes, briefly. Colson took her face in his hands, gently, and smiled as he said, “I’m not going anywhere, JP.”

The use of her old nickname made her break a smile. Colson smiled a little wider and pulled her closer, into a hug. Atta closed her eyes and sighed deeply into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight as she let go of all the intrusive thoughts she had since her father first told her about his plan for her marriage. With a few more deep breaths, his cologne filled her senses, pushing her to relax even more. Around Rook, Colson, or any of his crew, Atta felt the safest. Being one of the only girls growing up with the mob, both Rook and Colson always her safe protected.

But her serenity was soon shattered as the door opened and a familiar and obnoxious voice said, “Well, well. Isn’t this sweet?”

Colson rolled his eyes and he and Atta both broke the embrace and turned, as Enzio sauntered over to them, smirking. Atta took a step away from Colson, with a sigh, and smoothed out her skirt.

“Enzio. I missed you at the meeting yesterday.” Atta said. Enzio inserted himself between Atta and Colson, pushing Colson back. Enzio looked her over and smirked, reaching out a hand to trail his fingers along her jawline and said, “You look good tonight.”

Atta closed her eyes for a moment, resisting the biggest eye roll of her life. Blinking once, slowly, she said, “Enz, I’m in my work uniform. And I’m sweaty and grimey.”

“Yes, but, bella regazza, a true man can see past physical appearances and see his woman as beautiful no matter how she looks,” Enzio said. Colson rolled his eyes so hard, he was almost sure he had detached his retinas. Fortunately, he didn’t go blind and was able to see Atta sigh, heavily, shift on her feet, then say, “Right. Okay. Look. Enzio, I have to finish stocking.”

“Ironic. So does Enzi here.” Colson said. Atta snickered and glanced at him. Enzio turned and gave him a look before ignoring him again and turning back to Atta. She cleared her throat and asked, “Was there something I can do for you, Enzio?”

“Well, I came by to keep you company. Plus, I figured some of the sons were going to pester you since you’re alone.” Enzio said.

“Nope. Just you, d’Este.” Colson remarked, with a smirk. Atta covered her mouth as she watched Enzio’s face change as his smile dropped and he turned to Colson. With his back to Atta, she let her body shake with silent laughter, a hand clamped over her mouth. Colson smirked and shifted, holding his hands clasped in front of him. Enzio’s smile returned, if only in a taunt. Picking at Colson’s suit, Enzio said, “Don Romano. If there is something you’d like to say to me…”

“Nothing I can say in the presence of a lady,” Colson said. Enzio chuckled and said, “That is a coward’s excuse, Romano. Stop being a pussy and say it.”

Colson merely smirked and watched him. Finally, Enzio gave into his anger and moved to shove Colson to get a rise out of him, but Atta caught his arm and swung him around, saying, “Wow. Would you look at the time? Closing time and I’m not supposed to have customers here past 10. So…”

As she continued, she steered the man through the aisles and pushed him at the door with, “I would love to say it was good to see you, Enzio. So, you take care now.”

Enzio was too stunned to do anything more than mutter as Atta dragged him across the store. But now, he found his footing and composed himself enough to say, “Atta, we both know that’s bullshit. Why doesn’t he have to leave then?”

Atta glanced back at Colson then back to him, wearing a smirk. “He’s not a customer. He’s an employee.” She said, planting a firm hand on his chest.

“That’s horseshit!” Enzio shouted, more directed at Colson than Atta.

“No. No, it's not. He pitches in shifts when he’s home every now and then.” Atta stated, quite confidently. Enzio’s eyes flitted back down to Atta, unsure of what else he could say to convince her to let him stay. But Atta simply smiled and said, “Bye.”

With a quick, hard shove, Enzio stumbled backward, out the door. Atta quickly closed it, locking it and turning her back to the man. Ignoring his stares, silently telling her to let him back in, Atta all but skipped back to the register. Colson stood there, snickering, as Atta came back and leaned against the counter. Atta stood there as he snickered, waiting for him to finish. Finally, Colson gave his last snigger before the silence settled between them. Colson was waiting for her to crack and laugh along with him, but when he realized that she did find it amusing, but not as funny as he did, he touched her arm and said, still with a smirk, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Colson turned back to the boxes and they both continued stocking. “So, how’s your mom doing?” Colson asked. He finished the box without missing a beat, while Atta stopped for a moment and glanced at him. When Colson finished his box and turned to her, waiting for her response, he was able to catch a brief glimpse at Atta’s face as she turned away.

“Um...She’s doing good. Not great, but good.” She said with a false cheer in her voice. Colson sighed and caught her hand as she pulled it back from setting something down. Atta twitched at the touch, but stopped and looked at him anyway.

“Atta, don’t lie to me. Lie to Rook. Not to me.” He said. Atta sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and couldn’t keep the tears from forming. Colson stood and rounded the counter, quickly, so he could comfort her, but Atta shook her head and met him at the divide, pressing one hand to his chest and the other lifted to wipe the stray tear.

“No. Don’t. I-I’m fine.” She said, with a heavy sigh. She sniffled and blinked a few times, trying to gather herself before she could look at Colson. In a semi-broken voice, she was able to get out, “The, uh, the doctors told us that...She only has about another 6 to 9 months.”

Colson’s eyes went wide, both in shock and a realization. He rubbed a hand over his chin with a sigh and said, “Shit...So, um...Is that why your dad is making you get married?”

Atta sniffled, softly, and nodded. “Yeah. He wants Mom to be there for our weddings, so…” she said, her voice growing softer as she trailed off her words. She wiped at her face and sighed, upset with herself for getting so upset when talking about her mother. Colson sighed and gently pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. Atta pressed her face into his chest, letting out one, quick sob. Colson kissed the top of her head and held her, gently and slowly rubbing her arm. After giving her sometime in silence, he pulled away from her slightly, looking down at her, and gave her a small smile, repeating, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Atta chuckled and nodded. While she turned off the lights and made sure all the doors were locked, Colson hauled the remaining boxes into the storage room. He met her at the front of the store and waited outside for her as she turned off the sign, closed the door and locked it. She turned to him, touching his arm then taking it as he turned. They fell into step with each other as they crossed the street and headed toward her building.

Lurking in the shadows of the alley across the street from Cappelletti General, a dark figure watched the couple, snapping a few pictures before disappearing into the darkness.

Atta didn’t despise living at the manor, as it was still on the water, but she often got tired of it all; Being around the Dons or their men all the time, each and every one of them trying to impress her in some way so she would gift them something or put in a good word for them, or even go out with them. She needed a place that was just hers. No influence from her father or her aunts about what she should have. She had the necessities befitting an Italian home and to her, that was enough. The rest of the space was hers alone. But Atta didn’t have just a simple apartment. She was the daughter of John Cappelletti Sr, Head of the XX Mob. John found her a penthouse by the water in their hometown of Pozzallo before they moved to Marsala, across the island.

They walked up to Atta’s building and Colson stood guard, watching the streets while she unlocked the door. She called back to him as she opened the door and he walked inside with her. Once they were in her apartment, Colson went to the couch to sit while Atta poured them both a glass of wine. She came over to him and handed it to him, sitting close to him, both legs folded beneath her. Colson smiled and took it, leaning a little closer to her.

“What wine is this?” He asked with a knowing smirk and tone. Atta scoffed at him, in mock offense and said, “Hey, I’m not a wine snob, okay?”

“Yeah. Uh-huh, you nearly throttled me for downing a glass of ‘47 Château Chablis whatever.” Colson said. Atta rolled her eyes, sipping the wine, and said, “That wasn’t even what it was. And it was good wine! You need to learn how to drink wine like a gentleman, Colson.” She added a smirk and a giggle as she took another sip. Colson chuckled.

“Well, whatever...So what is this?” He asked, swirling the contents around in his glass. Atta practically buried her nose in her glass for a moment before she moved it and said, “Seven Daughters Moscato. Some wine from a friend in America.”

Colson chuckled, having caught her, and took a sip. He swished it around in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it and nodded. “It’s good. It’s sweet.” He chuckled. Atta nodded and set her glass down.

“I know. But I like it. It’s good for an American wine.” She giggled. She watched Colson lean over to the coffee table and set down his glass, then lean back, putting his arm across the back of the sofa. They watched each other for a moment before Colson lifted the hand behind her to brush the backs of his fingers across his cheek. Atta bit her lip as they pricked with a light smile. Colson leaned closer and softly pressed his lips against hers, deepening it, slowly. His free hand slid along her thigh, making Atta pull away. She shook her head and said, softly, “Mmm...Colson, we can’t.”

He sat back with a soft huff and nodded. “I know.” He said, looking at her. Atta took his hand in both of hers, running her nails along the back of his hand and his wrist lightly. He watched her as she bent her head down to stare at their hands, neither of them wanting to speak more on the touchy topic, but Colson had to. “You know, I love you, Atta.”

Atta looked up at him and smiled, giving him a small nod. “I know you do.” She said, briefly lifting a hand to touch his cheek. Her face changed, a look of sadness and upset flashing briefly across her features and in those green eyes of hers. She shook her head, slightly and said, “But we can’t...They’d never allow it.”

Now it was Colson’s face that changed; Twitching and turning angry. Atta sighed and shifted closer to him, reaching out to put a hand on his chest. “Colson, don’t-” But Colson cut her off by quickly standing, walking away from the sofa. Atta fell forward, her hand planting on the armrest, and she sighed, heavily, closing her eyes, gently tapping her fist on the armrest, whispering, softly, “Goddamn it…”

“They don’t like me because of my crew. That’s it. That’s the only reason!” Colson said, starting to pace in front of the fireplace. Atta sighed again, softer this time, and looked up at him, turning to him as she started to get off the couch.

“I know that, Colson.” She stated, but gently. Colson’s blue eyes burned as they darted around, trying to keep a level head. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and chin, roughly. “If it was just Baze? They wouldn’t question him. I mean, they might look into him in case he ran with the Irish, but that’s about it. If It was just Baze, they wouldn’t care.”

Atta slowly made her way over to him, managing to get him to stop pacing, just shifting around as his anger bounced around inside him, ready to burst. She gave him a look, part sympathetic, part knowing.

“If I didn’t bring AJ or Slim, there wouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem. They see color before loyalty. And since they see them with me, they see betrayal.” Colson said.

“I know that, Colson.” She repeated, a little firmer, slightly gripping his shirt. “But they’re old Italian men stuck in their ways, refusing to change.” Colson moved to begin pacing again, but Atta stopped him and gave him a look, adding, “And you had better make sure you don’t end up like that either. Or you’re no better than them.”

Colson scoffed and shrugged her off, moving to the other side of the fireplace to begin pacing again. Atta sighed as he did, and stood there for a moment more before she said, “Vittorio was the same way. Aureliano wasn’t and that’s what got him killed.”

Colson stopped in his tracks and turned to her as she turned to him. Her words sunk in deeply before he stalked over to her. Before he could shout at her, Atta said, “Am I wrong? You can’t be mad at me if I’m not lying.” She stared him down, daring him to call her a liar when they both knew she wasn’t. Colson growled and stalked away again, pacing once more.

“Vittorio was stuck in the ways of being the son and heir to Angelo Romano. He had to live up to the role his father built for him when he formed the XX.” Atta said, watching him pace. Colson glanced at her and gave a soft groan of disapproval. “You know this better than I do, Colson. He was your father. Aureliano was a free-spirited, open-minded person, who wanted to see me, Carina, and Maddelena rise as high as you boys could. The Dons didn’t agree with him and when he wouldn’t shut up, and was about to convince Daddy to change his mind, they had him killed-Am I wrong, Colson?”

She quickly added the last question as she saw him ready to advance on her again. He curled his fists and growled, wanting desperately to break something, but also knew Atta would probably break him if he did. Finally, Atta went to him, sliding her hands over his balled-up fists gently and gave them a soft squeeze. Colson internalized another groan as he sunk down, squatting in front of her, trying to quell his anger, bringing his fists up to press against his forehead. Atta slid her hand over his back, reaching up to drag her nails over his scalp gently, and squatted down next to him. She curled a hand around his bicep, using him as leverage to pull herself closer to him, and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

“Nothing will change if you stay angry.” She said, softly. “It’s been years and they will not accept AJ and Slim. Until they are shown undeniable doubt that color doesn’t fucking matter...And even then Colson...You know the Dons better than I do. Will even that change their mind?”

Colson sighed and shook his head slightly. Atta cupped his face and turned it to her. His face softened to almost a state of defeat and melancholy. She gave him a small smile and kissed him softly. Colson sighed and kissed her back, then slowly stood, Atta rising with him. He rubbed his hands over his face and sniffled, slightly, then sighed. He took a step back to lean against the dining table, Atta taking a step closer to him as well.

“It doesn’t matter who you marry, Atta. I’ll always love you. You will always be mine.” He said, changing the subject slightly. Atta nodded and moved even closer, resting her hands on his chest, Colson sliding a hand up to hold both of hers.

“No one else has ever had my heart, Colson.” She said. Colson gave a soft scoff, his lip curling in a brief smirk, and said, “Not even Rook?”

Atta chuckled, softly, and said, “That’s a twin thing. It’s a vastly different emotion.” He lifted a hand to brush her hair back, as his other hand took her waist. Atta’s fingers curled, clutching his shirt, lightly. She bit her lip as she looked at him, a mix of desire and anxiety washed over her face. Colson saw the chance and took it, roughly smashing his lips against hers, walking her back until she hit the dining room wall. Atta slid her arms around his neck as she kissed him back, tugging at his shirt to bring it up, lifting it until Colson was forced to break the kiss so she could pull it off and let it drop. Colson took her waist and kissed her again, his hands now working on her skirt and leggings, digging his fingers into the waistband and gathering it in his hands, before he broke away to pull them off, along with her panties. He knelt down, gently removing each foot from the leg before he kissed his way back up her legs, glancing up at her when he got to her sex. A wicked smirk crossed Atta’s face. Breathing heavily, she linked her fingers with the ones he had on her hip, her other hand drifting down to thread through his hair and curl her fingers around it.

Colson pushed her legs further apart before slipping two fingers inside her, while his tongue swirled in circles around her clit. Atta gasped and moaned, loudly, her eyes fluttering closed as the fingers tangled in Colson’s hair tugged, hard. She whimpered and wiggled under his tongue, not nearly brought far enough to climax when he broke away and pushed up her shirt as he began to kiss up her body. Atta quickly tore her shirt off and sighed, while Colson pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and shoving a hand into her hair. Atta sighed into the kiss, adding a soft moan, as she slid her hands down to his pants, undoing them and slipping her hand into his boxers. When her fingers wrapped around his cock, Colson broke the kiss, tossing his head back with a soft groan as Atta slowly moved her fingers along his shaft, lightly letting her nails drag along.

Colson hissed and gave her hair a good tug to make her whimper, her hand stilling for a moment. He looked down at her and smirked, pulling his hand from her hair and letting it slide down her arm. Atta smirked at him, beginning to lay kisses along his tattooed chest, down his long torso. As she made her way down, her hands worked quickly to push his pants and boxers down so his cock was free by the time her lips got to his waist. Savoring the moment at his hips, she slowly placed a line of kisses and licks down to his base. Colson slid a hand into her hair, mouth hanging open, slightly, as he watched Atta take him in her mouth and suck gently. She worked her mouth over his shaft, licking and sucking, while Colson gathered her hair behind her, holding her head as it bobbed. He groaned out her name as let her suck at him for a moment longer, before he pulled her up, picking her up in the process, and turning to walk her to the table, laying her back on it. Atta let out a soft gasp at the initial motion, clinging to him as he swung her around like she weighed nothing and laid her on the table like a feather. Slowly, he reached behind her to unhook her bra, pulling it off slowly to expose her breasts.

“We-We can’t...Daddy wou-Rook-” Atta whimpered. Colson leaned down to kiss her, sliding his hands over her body, stopping as he cupped her breasts. He finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily as Atta was, he kissed his way to her ear. While guiding himself to her entrance, he whispered in her ear, “Rook knows about the first time. He wouldn’t do anything. And Papa Cap? We know he doesn’t want anyone touching his daughter. But if someone did, he knows he’d rather it be me.”

Atta smirked and giggled, letting a soft gasp slip as she felt him press his head against her sex. “You dare defy Daddy’s orders?” She teased with a giggle, turning her head to look at him as Colson hovered over her, gazing up at her with a smirk. “I’m almost positive he knows you took my virginity. But he’s never said anything to me. But it’s not like I would have been a virgin for long if it wasn’t you. One more man before my wedding can’t hurt.”

Colson smirked and sunk his teeth into his lower lip as he leaned back, pushing into her. Atta moaned out his name and squeezed her eyes shut. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her. She moaned as she moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts. Atta gripped the edge of the table to give her more leverage as he plowed her, every thrust hitting her in just the right way, she quickly climaxed and revved up again. Her eyes fluttered back open as she stared up at Colson. Sliding a hand up his chest, she said, “Yes, baby. Oh, god...damnit. Colson...Oh!...Mmm, you’re the only one who knew how to fuck me right…”

He leaned down to kiss her, roughly, gripping her hips as he thrust, before sliding his hands to her cheeks, squeezing them. “Yeah? Tell me how else you want it, baby. Whatever you want.” Colson growled out into her ear. Atta groaned and pushed at him, pushing him away. Colson stumbled back, tripped up by his pants and boxers still around his ankles. He watched her with a smirk as he stepped out of them. Atta slowly closed her legs and sat up, pushing her hands through her hair then crooking a finger at him. Colson stepped back up to her, sliding his hands over her thighs. She kissed him slowly, sliding her hands over his cheeks before wrapping her arms around his neck. Breaking the kiss with a soft groan, Colson repeated, “Tell me what you want me to do, Atta.”

Her lips curled against his in a smile before she said, “We’ve never been able to do more than a quickie...And it’s been so long, I hardly remember it anymore.” Her voice almost had a lilt to it as she continued, “I want to remember this night, Colson. No one knows you came home with me. Stay with me tonight. Love me tonight. Show me that I’m yours and no one else’s.”

“Whatever my princess wants.” Colson breathed into her ear, trying to pull her legs apart to insert himself. Atta pulled his hands away and giggled. “Not yet...I’ve been at work all day...I need to shower first.”

Colson’s eyes darkened and the same sly smirk crossed both their faces.

Next Chapter

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 5 years

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3BP2 Episode 6: There’s Something About Gwen (of Gorbon)

I do 2 watches of favorite shows when they first come out. The first, a single binge-watching session through all new episodes, so I can feel all the emotions I’m gonna feel. The second is slower, to fully take in the new material and sort out my thoughts. This time, with 3Below, I’ve decided to liveblog my second watch through.

Episode 1. Episode 2. Episode 3. Episode 4. Episode 5.

Beneath the cut, thoughts on 3Below Part 2 Episode 6: There’s Something About Gwen (of Gorbon).

>Right off the bat, new headcanon, those girl scouts just love utterly scaring people for funsies. They know all the Horror Movie Things and use them to their advantage.

>Say what you want about her, but Gwen has a freaking awesome design. To be fair, I’m biased toward anything that has more than two eyes.

>I honestly like the relationship conflict between Aja and Steve in this episode. It seems very realistic to me.

Things have been getting more intense with the bounty hunters and with Kubritz. Last episode, Aja experienced her school being invaded, her brother potentially being experimented on, Tronos revealing her parents weren’t as honorable as she thought, and the end of the episode implied she learned the truth about Voltar. There’s a lot of important things she’s focused on, so it’s reasonable that they’re more important to her than Steve.

I also think this is the first indication that she’ll decide to return to Akiridion-5 at the end of the season. Out of the two options Aja has here, obtaining a piece of tech for her brother so he can continue work on his wormhole device or go on a date with Steve, she prioritizes the tech and, by extension, Akiridion-5. That’s not to say she doesn’t care about Steve, because I think it’s clear she does, but she does not choose him over her planet.

I’m not sure if it’s intended as this, but, thinking about it, I’d say the ending of last episode and what happens in this one are the beginning of Aja not running away anymore.

When we first met her, she was running away from her coronation. Here, she’s working in the opposite direction (to return to Akiridion-5 and being royalty).

However, what’s also cool about this is that Aja brought Steve along (granted, there were clearly some communication issues between them on what exactly they were doing). To her, he represents Earth, being normal, and things she’s chosen for herself. So, by having him there, yes she’s working for the eventual saving of her planet, but in her own way.

When Aja doesn’t want to be a royal, it’s before she ever came to Earth. Her assumption likely was that she would have to be a royal like her parents were. However, due to her time on Earth, I think, she’ll figure out how to be a royal in her own way (I’m fairly certain her last line to Vex about titles before going in the wormhole is indicative of this, but I’ll wait until we get there to analyze further).

Welp, not even two minutes in and I’ve already written my first essay. Not sure if that indicates anything for how the rest of the episode will go, but let’s get to it! 😏

>I love how the first person Stuart goes to is Vex and how Vex is just chilling on the couch as he freaks out. Idk the part of me that wants to ship these two was very pleased by this scene.

>Yup Vex is totally jealous/frustrated because he thought Stuart could be new boyfriend material, except Stuart clearly has a complicated romantic life.

>So, what is Gorbon exactly? Is it a planet? A place on Durio? In the flashbacks, I’d assume the place Stuart and Gwen are at is Durio. So, why is Gwen there if she’s not a native species? Inquiring minds would like to know.

>Did not need to know about the snorfing thing. Really didn’t.

>Reason I Like Krel 9567, he prefers breaking the laws of physics to dating. Yup, he’s definitely my fave here.

>The homemade film side plot is something I enjoy a lot. I like how it shows Toby and Eli as friends and especially how it gives Krel a way to shine and be in the spotlight and have fun with it. I also think that it’s the plot line that gets him to start seeing Earth as home, but we’ll see how that goes.

Actually, wait, thinking about it, in season 1 Krel wanted to be accepted. He wasn’t until the Battle of the Bands at the end there and that was in a distant sort of way. So he hasn’t really had a chance to connect with anyone on Earth and, considering it’s implied he’s experienced racist microaggressions before the math competition/that whole thing with Seamus’s dad, there may be a part of him that doesn’t want to. Up to now, he hasn’t exactly been treated well on Earth.

What changes now is that he’s being offered friendship. In a way that goes against his expectations. Krel assumes the alien in Toby and Eli’s film will be the villain (or a monster), except he’s going to be a hero. So, for once, he gets to have a really positive, personal experience with humans. Coming right after they saved him last episode, that’s gotta feel good.

>It took me a couple watches to get that Star Wars joke reference with the Episode IV and prequels bit.

>Holy crap this whole episode is a protagonist paradigm switch.

Aja goes from wanting normal things (Steve/Earth) to focusing on Akiridion things.

Krel goes from focusing solely on his wormhole generator (Akiridion) to agreeing to help Toby and Eli with their film (Earth)

Like, the choices they’re making here, I feel like, indicate what they’ll choose to do in the final episode. Essentially, those choices didn’t come out of nowhere, they were part of their character arcs all along.

Everyone was just much too focused on shipping to notice

>Can’t say I’m a fan of Director Toby’s pushy attitude

>But I do love Aja mimicking Vex 👌 👌 👌 stuff right there

>Honestly, I don’t really have anything to say about the ships here. I’m not really into any of them and I already wrote my analysis of Aja this episode, so the whole dance lesson scene is just watchable for me, but nothing special ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

>I’ve never been fond of the kind of romance rules Gwen lives under. They annoy me.

>God, I love Douxie. I just love his expressions as he reacts to the weird things he sees. I’m seriously hoping we get more of him in Wizards.

>I feel like there was going to be more of a plot line with Gwen, and that’s why we saw her checking in with Morando, but it maybe got cut or something so it never happened and we’re just left with this fragment of it.

#3below #stuart of durio #varvatos vex #aja tarron #steve palchuk #krel tarron #3below part 2 spoilers #whirl does a 3below liveblog thing

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sparkles-and-trash · 5 years

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SKAM! South Park AU

trash note: oh my god I spent waaay too much time on this jesus christ, but I’m not even sorry for this lol, but a while back I got an anon asking about how I thought SP would be like in SKAM format, and I rambled a bit about it but since then I’ve been binging both SKAM and SP and I’ve been thinking about his a lot, like a lot a lot, so I needed to get it out of my system hah

Season 1: Stan

Parallels:

Stan - Eva Wendy - Jonas Kenny - Noora (sort of)

The season starts with showing bits and pieces of Stan and Wendy during their junior year in high school. they’ve been dating since they were kids and everyone thinks they’re the perfect couple. Stan also has the perfect friend group in Kyle, Kenny, Butters and Cartman, and even tho his father is a bit of a drunk idiot, his parents still care about him, and his life is generally pretty good.

The season progresses and we start seeing pretty soon tho that things aren’t as perfect as they seem, mainly Stan’s relationship with Wendy and his self image. It’s also clear that Stan is a little too much like his father when it comes to drinking. Wendy is driven and confident, while Stan is unsure of just about everything in his life, from his relationship to his sexuality to his hopes and dreams, to who he really is and want to be.

Soon, Stan thinks Wendy is having an affair with his best friend, Kyle, who is much more like Wendy than he is, they’re on the debate team together, as well as a bunch of AP classes and they’re in respective sports team, Wendy is on the girls volleyball team and Kyle is amazing at basket. They’ve been friendly for a while, but as Stan starts to draw back from both of them due to his issues, they start worrying and therefor talking and hanging out more.

Season climaxes at a party where Stan gets drunk and cheats on Wendy with a random girl, but starts crying right after, and Kenny, who’s been a constant calm and supporting, but a little taken for granted, presence for Stan up until now, finds him, and talks him trough a bunch of the stuff he’s been going trough. Stan, confused as ever, tries to kiss Kenny, who just calmly smiles, tells him that now is not the time, and that Stan needs to have a serious talk with Wendy.

Season ends nearing Christmas, with drama following the party as someone saw Stan kissing Kenny, and rumors of Stan being gay starts flowing, and Stan with a lot of help from Kenny and Kyle, comes to terms with the fact that he is bisexual.

Wendy is of course hurt and sad, but she tries to talk to him and be supportive, which takes Stan by total surprise. They end up having a big talk and breaking up, mutually agreeing and both still sad, but Stan needs to take time to be on his own and be with his friend and explore his sexuality, and he and Wendy seriously wants to stay friends.

Season 2: Kenny

Parallels:

Kenny - Noora (kinda) The themes, but only slightly so not that much really

Season starts at school, a couple of months into the spring semester of the kids junior year, and it’s just normal banter and talk with the boys, but things kinda focuses on Kenny, and we kinda see how he’s more of a observer and commentator in the group.

Kenny is, from last season, known as the guy in his group that always seems to have the answer, he’s calm and confident, but not cocky, seemingly knows everyone, but nobody really seems to know him that well, except his closest friends. We see that he works at Tweeks parents coffee shop, and even tho he clearly likes the job, Tweek comments that Kenny’s working almost every day and asks about how he has time for school etc, Kenny jokes it off tho.

Pretty soon in the season a party happens, and we see how Kenny is the one in the group that gets hit on most, by both girls and boys, but never really shows any interest in doing anything about that, to Kyle and Cartmans big dismay, as they call him out on it, trying to get him to explain why the hell he won’t take advantage of the situation, to which Kenny usually just laughs off or makes a witty comment about the two others being virgins.

The next day we see Kenny at home, and learn that his homelife is pretty complicated. His parents are both in jail, and his quiet older brother, Kevin, is the one taking care of the family financially and officially, by working two jobs and being Kenny and their younger sister, Karens, legal guardians, and Kenny is basically raising Karen, by himself. We also see his room, covered in polariods from the old camera he always carries around, pictures of friends, stranger and landscape, giving us an idea he’s good at observing and capturing peoples essence quickly.

During a Friday, in which the other boys are at a party trying to get laid as usual, Kenny is home alone with Karen, watching a movie and just chilling, to which the boys keeps texting him and telling him he sucks for being lame etc. Karen herself confronts Kenny about why he’s staying in with her instead of going out with his friends, and he honestly says he likes hanging with her, and that he doesn’t have time to party and date and stuff like the others because he have more responsibility than them, but hurries to assure her it’s all good with jokes etc, like always.

Season nears the climax when Karen takes it on herself to talk with Kennys friends about how he’s been working so much and how much stress he’s been under, and the boys are kinda shocked to find out how bad things are for Kenny at home, because he’s always so good at hiding stuff and pretending he’s happy when he’s around them.

Kyle and Stan, worried and with good intentions, decides to tell their parents, and their parents immediately starts worrying, esp the moms, and when Stan and Kyle tries to talk to Kenny and offer help, he gets very upset and feels likes he’s been betrayed with his friends talking about his issues behind his back, and when they mention that their mothers want to help he totally freaks out.

After some days with isolation and stress, Butters finally manages to talk to Kenny, with help from Karen letting him into Kennys room, and they end up having a pretty long and serious talk, and Kenny admits that about a year ago the Child Services was involved and almost split the three up, but Kevin managed to convince them to let them stay together, but that they’re still under the radar, and that’s why he’s so stressed about people finding out, he’s super worried about anyone talking to CS and Karen being taken away. Butters manages to get Kenny to talk to the others, and with a lot of awkward apologizing and bro punches to the shoulders, things starts to go back to normal.

Season ends with Stan and Kyles mothers promising to be there if Kenny needs help with Karen when he and Kevin works and the boys helps out in every way they can, and even tho he still finds it hard, Kenny is starting to learn how to accept help, and opening up more to his friends.

Season 3: Bebe

parallels:

Bebe / Isak Red / Even Wendy / Jonas

So this is obv the season with most parallels to the original Norwegian season, but I’m still gonna change a bunch so buckle up gals and pals

Season starts at a big party at Stans house, where we see the two boy gangs smoking week and laughing, others from the school in various states of drukeness, before we see Bebe, a tall, beautiful blonde, being chatted up by a tall, dark and handsome guy in a varsity jacket, while we see Clyde Donovan glaring jealously in the background.

Bebe is Wendy’s best friend and up until now we have mainly seen her as a fierce supporter of Wendy all trough the whole deal with Stan, which was pretty hard on Wendy, of course. Bebe is known for being beautiful and popular, esp with the boys, and she hooks up with different guys a lot, but isn’t slutshamed because that’s stupid and nobody should do that anymore okay great

When the Wendy and Bebe arrives at school the following Monday, they’re talking about how Bebe is struggling with the fact that her other best friend, the school’s baseball and lacrosse star, and the most popular guy in school, Clyde, who we’ve seen a little of in the earlier seasons, is hopelessly in love with her, while Bebe does not feel the same way. In the middle of her rant to Wendy, she drifts off when she sees a new girl walking through the hallway and Bebe stares at her in famous SKAM slo-mo action.

The girl is pretty, and remarkable and from the second Bebe lays eyes on her she knows she’s fucked. The girl have long, thick, dark red hair, wears a short, but classy red dress and have classic, red lips, and to Bebe she’s just... perfection. Wendy manages to break Bebe out of her trance, and tells her she needs to go to a debate club meeting.

Bebe hurries to see if she can spot the girl again, but she seems to be gone, and instead Bebe is approached by a lanky boy with messy, blonde hair and clear green eyes, grinning like a madman and twitching slightly. When Bebe asks Tweek what the hell he’s grinning about, he hints that he saw he drooling at the new girl, who he reveals is his boyfriend, Craig Tucker’s, cousin. They knew her as kids, but she moved away around sixth grade, but she just moved back. Bebe just states that she’s not gay, and walks away.

As the season progresses, Bebe gets to know the girl, Red, trough Craig, and they start hanging out a bit in private, usually sneaking away at parties to hook up, but they also start hanging out more in private, really getting to know each other, and after a while Bebe realizes she’s having real feelings for this girl, and while Bebe is trying to deal with all of this, Clyde walks in on her and Red hooking up during a party.

Heartbroken, Clyde outs Bebe and Red to the whole party, and Bebe flees the party. Soon the whole school seems to know, and Bebe is left to deal with her parents, her friends and the rest of the school, reacting to the news. She soon learns that the people she was most worried about, like her parents and Wendy, are very accepting and sweet, while the ones who’s being problematic isn’t homophobic in the way she expected, but are all treating her like some mix of porn star and caged animal, and she really, really hates it.

Bebe, frustrated and angry, cuts of Red and tries to put her life back together, starting with a big talk with Stan, who got outed in a way himself a year back, and then she has a long conversation with Tweek and Craig, at first about peoples expectations to you when you come out and the horrible feeling of being a show to people in town because of it. Then they talk about Clyde, and while both the boys and Bebe are still really upset with him, bebe admis to missing her bff. She decides to talk to him, and he agrees to meet up and talk.

When they meet up it’s pretty tense, sad and awkward, and while Clyde apologizes right away, trough tears, Bebe still struggles pretty hard to forgive him. After a lot of talking they get to an okay point, but Bebe tells him they still have a way to go. Then she sighs and says she really misses Red, who she cut off after everything got out, and Clyde stats putting a plan in motion to getting the girls to talk.

The season ends with Clyde’s elaborate plan, involving everyone from Kenny, Stan, Kyle, Butters and Cartman, to Wendy and Tweek and Craig, and it does not according to plan, at all, and Red is kinda reluctant to forgive Bebe right away, but when Clyde starts crying hysterically and apologizing wildly, she agrees that the shit that happened was indeed Clyde’s fault, and that Bebe’s reaction was fair considering the situation.

Cue happy ending kiss and all the gay feels.

Season 4: ???

coming soon hopefully I just can’t really figure this one out 100% or 50% or 20% because there’s a thousand people I wanna make it about and jfhsdghfgdfshgf

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fandammit · 6 years

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You gonna update anytime soon or...?

Usually when I get snarky update anons like this, I try to ignore them or approach it from a more understanding place. Maybe, I think, this person doesn’t realize how they’ve come off. Maybe they’re trying to convey excitement instead of impatience. Maybe they actually think this is the best way to encourage me to update.

But anon, I’m so fucking tired, so I’ll be honest with you:

This is really rude

This makes you sound very entitled

This does not make me want to update in any way

And not that you asked for it or even deserve it, but here’s why I haven’t been able to update:

A few weeks ago, my sister had her baby early and I flew out to Seattle to be with her and help take care of my first ever niece and help my sister out where I could. This meant staying up from 12-3am every night to hold my niece and rock her while my sister and brother in law got well deserved and needed sleep. This meant cooking dish after dish and freezing them, so they had ready to eat meals; going grocery shopping for them; cleaning their house; and basically whatever else they needed as new, first time parents. Family comes first.

Then I came home to a husband with strep throat and a dog with giardia, so I then spent that next week making sure everyone was eating and getting fluids and keeping the house clean so we didn’t all just reinfect one another. It was somewhat successful because I only got a little bit sick – meaning that I was able to recuperate the weekend after my husband was finally able to eat a full bowl of soup after a week. My husband and my health come first.

Oh, and during that same week, the project I work on for half the year – the summer internship program that I run – began and I had to get five interns from different African nations settled, had to run their orientation, make sure their immigration documents were in order and generally just dedicate every moment to making sure the program is running smoothly. Work comes first.

And this week? Well this week, I have a two week graduate writing program, which means that I go to school every morning, rush to work in the afternoon, work an hour later than usual, so that I can then go home, eat dinner, work on homework, work on my graduate research project, do more work for one of my two jobs, before I go to bed and do it all over again. School comes first.

Writing fic is a hobby. Which means it’s a luxury. Which means it only happens when I have the physical, emotional and mental bandwidth to indulge in it.

And guess what? I’m a 30 year old adult with one full time job and a second writing job. I’m a graduate student in the final two months of her program. I’m a dedicated family member, with parents and in-laws and a brother that all live nearby, with a husband I love and a dog I adore.

So as much as I love writing fic and as much as I love the fact that you and other people love the fic that I write, and as much as I appreciate each and everyone person who reads and comments and flails in my inbox and on Ao3, here’s what I want you to remember:

I do all this for fucking free.

I’m not usually this blunt, but like I said, I’m tired. And while I love hearing from my readers, it’s really, really discouraging to get shit like this and to feel like I’m less an author that you admire and more a fic writing machine for you to insert your personal assumptions into and expect fic the moment you want it.

So send encouragements. Send your feelings about what fic writers have done well. Send how much you love the story. But for the love of God, remember that the fic writer is a person who writes for free and has a life and don’t send demands for updates.

And I understand I probably brought this on myself. I kept saying I was planning on updating this week or that week, so I apologize for that. So let me clear that up now: I honestly don’t know when I’ll update anything next.

But I do know that I’m tired of feeling like I’m in trouble or feeling guilty every time I want to spend time with my husband or binge watch a show or even just sit and do nothing rather than writing. So I’m just going to take it one day at a time, write whatever brings me joy, when it brings me joy – and that may be my WIPs, it may be these fic requests, it may be some random ass thing that falls into my head. Whatever it is, I’m going to do it for me and what works for me, not whatever some random anon thinks I ought to be doing.

#fic #my fic #fic things #be nicer to your local fic writers please #anon asks

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weelittleweasley · 6 years

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City Girl Part One| Archie x Reader

Prompt: Coming from a big city to a small, quaint town like Riverdale was a big change for you. Going from the girl who liked a casual hook-up to a committed relationship was an even bigger change. But can this small town boy convince you that it’s worth the ride?

Hustle and bustle. The blaring of horns from yellow taxi cabs and the hollers of impatient Wall Street-esque business men echo through the streets of the city. The smell of the smog mixing with the scent of a poorly made hot dog travels through the air. People bump into each other without an exchange of a quick ‘sorry,’ too involved intently talking on the phone with a co-worker or family member. This was home.

Slow walking and dirt roads. The silence of it all was deafening with the occasional honk of a horn. It smelt of pine trees and clean air. This was not home. This was Riverdale.

Your mother was a cook and your father was a banker from the city. They decided to move to Riverdale after your two older brothers went to college. You didn’t need the room in your penthouse anymore and you’re mom wanted to find a small town to expand her business. She found Riverdale and thought it looked like a nice place to settle down and to have their youngest child, you, attend your final years of high school.

To you, this was the worst decision your parents could have made. You were leaving your friends behind. You were leaving your school behind. You were leaving your real home behind. Nothing seemed beneficial to you about the move. You tried multiple times to convince your parents that it would be best for you to finish high school at your current school and then make the move to Riverdale when you were enrolled in college. But they were too keen on getting you out of the city which they claimed was a “bad influence” on you and bring you to a town that would teach you “humility and respect.” It wasn’t like you were a delinquent—sure you got involved with boys and some casual drinking, but that was all. You were an above average student and a beyond average daughter. Yet nothing worked in your favor.

You moved to Riverdale after winter recess when second semester would begin at Riverdale High. You didn’t know anyone there, but you were expecting to get a tour from a guy named Kevin Keller. God, you hoped he was nice or the least bit, cute. Regardless of the situation, you just wanted to make friends at least.

Finally, the first day arrived. When you entered the school doors, everyone was chatting at lockers and catching up on what they did over winter break. No one payed much attention to you as you walked down the hall to the guidance office to get your schedule and meet this Kevin Keller kid. Pushing the door to the guidance office open, you checked your surroundings and saw a blonde woman typing away on her computer. “Um, excuse me,” you spoke, clearing your throat. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new transfer student from Manhattan. I’m here to pick up my schedule and go on a tour with Mr. Kevin Keller?”

The woman gave you a toothy grin and her sweet voice chirped back. “Yes, dear, of course. Here is your schedule. First period you have AP Biology with Mr. Quinn. Kevin!” she called to the boy in seated in the waited area. “This is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Kevin. He’s also a sophomore here.”

Kevin came up to you and gave you a sweet smile. His eyes were friendly and he had this trustworthy aura to him. “Nice to meet you. Welcome to Riverdale High,” he shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you smiled back.

“Alright, let’s get this tour started. Thank you, Miss Kingsley,” Kevin waved goodbye as the secretary offered you a smile and wave in exchange. As you exited the office, Kevin proceeded to give you the run down on the school—popular hang outs, a place called Pop’s, who to avoid, who to become friendly with, cool clubs, and whatnot. Kevin seemed like a really genuine guy and you weren’t opposed to becoming friends with him. He certainly wasn’t hook up material, considering the fact that he complimented you on your Kate Spade bag and made comments on how nice the football team’s asses are. “Well, we’ve reached the end of the tour and I hope it was somewhat helpful to you.”

Smiling brightly you said, “It was, thanks again for wasting a period to show the new girl around.”

Kevin chuckled and grabbed your hand. “Oh, please. I’d much rather be hanging out with a chill girl than listening to Cheryl Blossom complain about how the stress from the cheer squad is making her break out,” he mimicked as you let out a laugh. “You should hang out with me and my friends this weekend. I’m sure they’d all love you.”

“We’d all love who now?” you heard a voice say behind you as you turned around. Before you stood a tall ginger in a letterman jacked with the school’s signature colors. He was leaned up against a locker, his eyes staring at you with one eyebrow cocked as if he was questioning your presence. This would get you ticked off, who was he to say that? But there was something about him that made you just stare. His eyes were a rich brown and his face was perfectly carved. There was no doubt that he wasn’t gorgeous.

“Archie, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Archie, one of my friends,” Kevin introduces you, as you don’t dare to leave your eyes off of the boy in front of you. “I was just telling her that she should hang out with us this weekend. Grab something at Pop’s and just hang out?”

The Archie character grabs your hand to shake as a small smirk forms on his face. “(Y/N), charmed.” He had those eyes that were filled with kindness, but there were those bedroom eyes hidden right behind that kindness.

“Pleasure is all mine,” you flirt. Archie smiles and agrees with Kevin saying that you should tag along.

“Great. Well, I’m gonna show (Y/N) to her next class and I’ll see you at lunch, Arch,” Kevin said to him as Archie nodded.

Before he left, Archie looked at you and spoke, “Nice to meet you.” You smiled back at him as he walked away before the bell rang, releasing students from their respective classrooms.

Waiting until he was out of reach, you turn to Kevin and say, “Oh my God.” But before you can go on, Kevin says, “(Y/N), don’t even try right now. Archie is one of the nicest people I have ever met. Seriously. A genuine kid. Captain of the football team, a musician, and a recent victim of a break up from Veronica Lodge. She’s a friend of ours and trust me. If she finds out the new girl is already trying to get action with her old beau, she’ll end you. I’ve seen it happen.”

Kevin’s comment discouraged you, but you knew it was best to make friends right now and not start any boy drama on your first day.

About a month and a half passed by and things have been great. Riverdale has started to feel more and more like home to you. You do miss Manhattan, but Riverdale was a nice change of pace. Your friends were the best—you and Betty hit it off immediately and of course, that made you tight with Veronica. You knew you should never do it and you never could do it, but Archie drove you nuts. You became great friends and had really opened up to each other in a matter of weeks. But you couldn’t help but feel so attracted to him. You had flirted with him here and there and he had definitely flirted back, but you could never do that to Veronica. It’s against girl code. So, you just suppressed your feelings and pretended like nothing was wrong. Until that one night.

Veronica called you and asked you and Betty to come over for a sleepover. She offered to put on some Netflix and pour a healthy glass of wine and just decompress from the past week. You accepted the offer and come over to her place with Betty by your side. The three of you binge watched tv and sipped on her dad’s most expensive bottle of Pinot Noir. “I’m so glad we could do this. I really needed to unwind tonight,” V says.

“Same. I just feel like I’ve been so caught up lately between school and my mom and Polly and Juggie that I can’t seem to find any down time,” Betty explains. “How are you doing, (Y/N)? You haven’t said much.”

Looking up at your two best friends, you sigh. “I know. I just…there’s been a lot going on lately and I really don’t know how to deal with the situation,” you confess.

Veronica looks at you and scoots closer. “What do you mean? Is it a boy?” she asks as you nod your head. “Oooh,” she giggles. “Spill, who is it?”

Your heart rate increases and your palms begin to sweat. You finish your last sip of wine and pour you and the girls a third glass. “Uh, I shouldn’t say,” you tell them.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). We’re your best friends, you have to tell us,” V pushes as Betty looks at you concerned.

“V, she doesn’t have to tell us,” Betty tries to be the voice of reason as Veronica shuts her down.

Scoffing, Veronica says, “Oh, B stop. She knows that we are here to help with any guy troubles. Who is the lucky guy? Do we know him? I’m assuming he goes to Riverdale. Is he a jock? Or is he one of those cute, nerdy kids? I could see you going for a kid like that.”

Shaking your head, you say, “No, he’s on the football team.”

“Ohhhh,” Veronica teases as Betty has a sudden realization of who it is and once again, attempts to shut down Veronica. “Who is it? Oh my God, is it Reggie? I could totally set you up with Reggie!”

“No, it’s not Reggie,” you say uncomfortable now.

“Oh, it’s totally him. You’re so blushing! Betty, look at her blush! That’s so cute!” Veronica squeals as Betty slaps her arm. “I can totally give him your number and make him ask you out.”

You groan and take another few glugs from your glass of wine. “V, it’s not Reggie.”

“It so is. Don’t lie to me, (Y/N)” Veronica teases as you become increasingly more and more angry. It’s not her fault that she is doing this, but enough is enough. You feel anger boiling inside of you as Veronica keeps teasing you about Reggie. Finally, you had it.

“It’s Archie! Okay?! I like Archie, Veronica. There, I said it. Are you happy now?!” you yell. The room falls silent and Veronica’s smile is wiped off her face. “I like Archie and I have since I got to Riverdale. I know I shouldn’t because of your guys’ history, but I can’t help it. I like Archie.” You wipe the tear away from your face and tuck yourself into a ball, attempting to shield yourself from the expected screams from Veronica. Betty scoots over to you, embracing you in a hug as you rest your head on your shoulder.

Veronica clears her throat. “(Y/N), I’m not mad at you. I know you were probably afraid to tell me because of what Arch and I have gone through. But, I’m more hurt that you thought you couldn’t tell me. Am I upset about the fact that you like him? I mean, a little, but who wouldn’t be?” You look up at Veronica and see her crouched down next to you. “I’m okay with you liking him. I think you should go for it.”

She embraces you and you finally relax. You stay there for a moment just enjoying the moment. When you stop hugging you say, “Thank you, guys. But it’s more than just that.” The girls give you confused looks. “I’m not the kind of girl to go into a relationship. I’ve only hooked up with guys. I’ve never been in a real relationship before. I know Archie is the type for commitment, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

In that moment, all three of you sat there thinking of what the future held.

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ravengirl94 · 7 years

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Imagine: Getting Dean to go Jogging

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Language, jealous!Dean, implied smut

A/N: this is my submission for @hannahindie‘s Party Like It’s Pawnee Indiana Challenge! I adore Parks and Rec, and these prompts were absolutely incredible. Congratulations on the followers, hun!!

My prompt is “Jogging is the worst! I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?” and is bolded below! Enjoy!

"Aww, look who finally made it out of bed," you teased, stepping into the kitchen to find a sleepy looking Dean sitting at the table. His hair was messy, and he was still in just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a bowl of cereal in front of him. You were sweaty and tired, but in a good mood after a long morning run.

"I've been up for... Okay, twenty minutes. Shut up," he muttered, scowling. You just smiled and placed one hand on his shoulder before planting a rough kiss on the side of his head, making him grunt.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked, watching you throw ingredients into the blender for a smoothie.

"I'm not allowed to be happy?" you shot back, giving him another grin that had him narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Considering you were out exercising and sweating, no. You're usually grumpy when you get home."

"Well maybe today was just a good day," you replied cryptically, the roar of the blender not allowing Dean to comment further.

"You hate running," he continued to prod when you sat down across from him, sipping at your drink.

"It's good for you," you replied, grinning again as Dean's brow furrowed, "and let's just say it's nice to be appreciated."

"Appreciated?"

"Mhmm," you hummed in agreement, enjoying this immensely.

"Sammy, what the hell is she talking about?" Dean snapped over at his brother, who had just strolled in, back from his own run.

"I don't know, what is she talking about?" Sam questioned, looking appropriately bewildered by Dean's question. The two of you had taken different routes today, so Sam legitimately had no clue that a few other runners had pointedly checked you out on their way by. Attractive, male runners.

"Maybe you should come tomorrow and find out for yourself," you quipped, making Sam bark out a laugh.

"The day Dean goes running is the day hell freezes over," he said, still chuckling. Dean was scowling at the both of you, clearly not amused by the teasing.

"Seriously, Y/N, what the hell do you mean appreciated? I appreciate you. I... I got you that ice cream when I bought pie the other day." He was so earnest, so confused and borderline hurt that you couldn't tease him anymore.

"No, D..." you murmured, reaching over to squeeze his hand on the table, "You're great. There were just some guys checking me out today. It felt good to be noticed, that's all. Makes exercising seem worth it." Dean stared at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then suddenly he got up, snatching his keys off the counter. "Dean? Where are you going?" You asked, jerking to your feet.

"To buy some damn sneakers!" He shouted over his shoulder, stalking off towards the garage.

Sam made a small choking noise, and then he was shaking with laughter, collapsing into a chair and wiping at his eyes.

"Oh god, I can't wait to see this," he chuckled, "I can't believe it. You might actually get Dean Winchester to go jogging."

"If I knew all it would take was to make him jealous, I would have said something a lot sooner," you replied, still in shock that Dean might actually go running with you. You were half convinced he would change his mind about the sneakers and return empty handed, but when he came home a little while later, he had a couple shopping bags with him.

The next morning you nudged Dean, trying to wake him up gently. He'd asked you to get him up when you got up, so there you were, trying to coax your hunter awake.

"C'mon, D, up and at em," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Five more minutes..." He grumbled, rolling over and throwing his arm around you.

"Dean, it's time to get up," you tried again, attempting to squirm out of his hold.

"I can think of something way more fun we could do," he murmured, kissing at your neck, "and I promise we'll both work up a sweat." You moaned a little at the idea, at the feel of his lips on your skin, the hand that was sliding under your shirt.

"Sex after we run," you bargained, "if you're not too tired, that is."

"I'm never too tired," Dean protested, pushing himself up on his elbows and releasing you.

"Hmm... Prove it," you whispered, giving him a quick kiss before sliding out of bed to change. Dean literally rose to the challenge, getting up and yanking a pair of shorts on. You tried not to gawk at the sight of his lower legs, since he practically lived in jeans, and didn't comment as he tied his new grey sneakers. The less you teased him about it, the more comfortable he would feel joining you... Right?

"No way. I am not running with him," Dean protested when he saw Sam waiting by the front door, stretching.

"Oh come on," Sam complained, "this is like a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Go on," you urged, pushing gently at Sam's shoulder to get him out the door, "he's not a circus animal." Sam grumbled under his breath, but finally left, leaving Dean looking simultaneously grateful, expectant and grumpy.

"You gotta stretch first," you said, leaning down to touch your toes. Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, remaining motionless. "Dean you're gonna hurt yourself if you don't stretch." He sighed, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and crossed his arms, signaling he was finished. You echoed his sigh, realizing you weren't going to get anywhere with that, and yanked open the door. "Okay tough guy, let's go."

Dean surprised you by keeping stride for the first few minutes or so, your footsteps beating out a matching rhythm against the pavement. He was a strong guy, but you didn't think he'd be this decent on the cardio front, since he mostly sat around and ate pie or drank whiskey. He was doing well.

But then he began slowing.

"Fucking shit," he huffed out, his breathing getting more labored with every passing second.

"Push through it," you panted, casting him a worried glance, not daring to break stride, "don't stop, you'll get to the runner's high soon enough."

"This is the worst," he complained, face twisted in pain, "I know it keeps you healthy, but god, at what cost?" You laughed at that, a breathless giggle that cost you precious oxygen and broke your rhythm.

"Keep going," you urged Dean, who was beginning to lag. He needed inspiration, which luckily rounded the corner ahead. You turned back to him again, giving him a pointed look. "That's the guy that checked me out yesterday."

Dean's mouth tightened into a thin line, his expression hardening as he saw the other man running along easily. He muttered something that sounded a lot like "stupid prick" and then kicked into second gear, pushing himself to keep going, his longer legs keeping stride with you easily.

The man nodded in greeting as he passed you, but he definitely wasn't as nice with Dean there. Yesterday he'd smiled and said hello.

"You okay?" You asked when Dean dropped back, turning to see him right behind you, though nothing appeared to be wrong. "You're kidding me," you muttered, realizing that he was physically obstructing the other runner's view if he happened to turn to look at you. "You're actually insane, you know that?"

"Your ass is mine," he growled, and then he was bolting past you, forcing you to pick up speed to keep up with him.

Dean did better the second half of the run, though you were pretty sure he was just motivated to get back.

"Four and a half miles," you said proudly, giving Dean a high five as the two of you stepped into the bunker. Sam was already in the kitchen making breakfast, and turned expectantly when you appeared. "He did it," you announced, grinning at Dean, who was looking pretty damn proud of himself even if he was limping a little and breathing heavily, "we ran the whole way."

"Who knew those bow-legs could run," Sam said with a wry smile.

"And he looks good in those shorts, too," you added, eyes trailing up Dean's body. The combination of the runner's high, the fact that Dean had gone running, actually running, out of sheer jealousy and possessiveness, and the way those shorts hung from his hips... It made your earlier bargain sound better and better. "My man the athlete," you whispered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him. Dean kissed you back, his mouth hot, skin salty with sweat, and pinned you against the counter with his hips. And with you in yoga pants and him in those shorts, you could feel everything.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, and Dean lifted you up, your legs hooking around his waist as he carried you down the hall.

"You sure you're not too tired?" you teased when he reached his room. He growled in response and tossed you onto the bed, following closely and kissing every inch of bare skin along the way.

"Never too tired," he reminded you, grinding his hips into yours, his hard length making you gasp and arch into him. "And if this is the reward, I might be talked into going again."

"I think that can be arranged."

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romancevsreality-blog · 6 years

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vanderpump rules, season six, episode two: three cheers for jax’s taco bell sweater!

I was fully prepared to write a whole long opener for this but then as soon as I did my computer was like “lololol suck it” and restarted. I had literally written one word and now I am enraged so let’s just get it poppin, daddy.

We open back at Scheana’s birthday party, and Schwartz is like, “My instinct is to protect Jax,” and Sandoval is like, “I gave him a heads up.” These boys are so loyal to Jax and Jax will shit all over their parties as soon as he can if it helps his bottom line. Jax is the absolute worst and these boys are simultaneously the worst (less Tom Sandoval than Schwartz) for protecting him1.

Meanwhile, Kristen is butting her head in where it doesn’t belong (#ClassicKristen) and trying to get Faith to talk to talk to her. Jax also doesn’t understand why he’s being “attacked” for “somehthing he didn’t do.” Faith says she has proof that she’s telling the truth and that Jax made all of these false promises to her about leaving Brittany and being with her.

Lisa reminds us that most of the stories we hear about Jax turn out to be true. For some reason, Jax doesn’t understand why Brittany is so quick to believe someone else’s story. Kristen’s pissed because Brittany’s easily the best thing that’s happened to - really, to any of the people in that group because Brittany at least seems to have a soul and Jax left his in a basement in Miami in 1879. He’s not allowed home, at least for now.

Scheana goes to have a shot with The Toms, DJ James Kennedy, J.D., and Jax Taylor, who literally looks like the bloated corpse of Hugh Hefner in his velvet suitjacket. Sandoval is vehemently defending Jax, saying there’s no proof that Jax did or did not sleep with Faith and it’s not fair to say he did. Jax is like, “I’m not going to chase Brittany down the street”, and Scheana tells him no, that’s a good idea.

I mean, as someone who has been chased after by a love interest both romantically and maliciously, I... just don’t do it? Scheana says that if she and the girls find out this rumor is true, they’re going to go Lorena Bobbitt on Jax.2

James revealed that Faith missed her period, and Jax is pissed. Those kind of lies ruin people’s lives but also, so does behaving as if your actions have zero consequences, JAX.

The next day, we’re at Villa Rosa, where Lisa Vanderpump’s car broker has arrived. I want to be the kind of rich where my car broker just pops in for tea like it ain’t no thang. Ken’s treated Lisa to a Rolls Royce that she’s apparently hinted to to Ken for a while then. Stassi rolls up like, “I literally don’t have air conditioning in my apartment and here you are getting a Rolls Royce on a Tuesday.” I agree with Stassi and now that she’s my Worst Enemy I hate myself for it3.

Stassi’s come over to meet with Lisa because she’s interested in getting into event planning as a career. She’s come to Lisa for advice because Lisa seems to know what she’s doing, and she needs a reason to get back to Sexy Unique Restaurant that isn’t working there. Lisa likes the fact that Stassi has a je ne sais quoi and gives her a chance to decorate and plan for Guillermo’s party. I know we talked about how Patrick and Stassi are back together, but even Lisa knows it’s not a good idea for them to be back together. Lisa’s like, “Why wouldn’t you get back with Jax?”

Y’all know I am pro-Jax and Stassi.

Lisa asks what it is about Jax that Brittany and Stassi can’t stay away from, and Stassi reminds us that he’s charismatic and manipulative and is such a people pleaser that he’ll say exactly what you want to hear, regardless of the truth. I really think that’s Jax’s inherent problem - he’s such a people pleaser while simultaneously being a narcissist. He wants everyone to like him so much he’ll say anything to get them on his side or get their attention - I mean, Stassi and Lisa are talking about him and he’s not even there - but when all of his lies come to a head it’s everyone else’s fault and not his. We get a great montage of Lisa pointing out that Stassi and Brittany were treated the exact same way by Jax. Stassi sadly thinks that Brittany’s better to Jax than she was, and Lisa reminds her that Stassi loved Jax just as much as Brittany does and regardless of that - it doesn’t make the way Jax treats them alright. We’re allowed to be just as mad for Stassi as we are for Brittany.

I’m sad they kind of blew past this, because I’ve always thought that was interesting. Stassi was the villain in the first season because she was the Woman Scorned and she wasn’t the nicest in general so it was okay for Jax to treat her like shit, especially after the way she treated Laura-Leigh. I think Stassi’s internalized a lot of that, and it’s now manifesting itself in her relationship with Patrick. She allows him to treat her like shit over and over again because everyone around her made it seem like that was okay before, so why wouldn’t it be okay now?

Stassi makes me sad. I don’t think she intends to do harm, I really don’t. I just think she’s naive, book-smart, and desperate to come across a way that she really isn’t.

Katie’s picking up a bunch of Miller Lite cans around her apartment and every time I see that spray-painted BUBBA canvas I want to scream. Everything about Katie feels like a Pinterest fail, including her personality4. Brittany’s knocking on the door and comes in with no makeup so you know she’s sad and mad. Brittany’s embarrassed because realistically - why did Jax do this with one of their friends, and who else has he done it with that she doesn’t know about? It’s sad because it seems like that’s the part she’s truly angry about - he cheated with someone she knows - and not the fact that Jax cheated in general5. She had a feeling he’s cheated, even found someone else’s fake eyelashes on the counter6. Everyone’s truly baffled and this proves that if Jax will cheat on Brittany of all people, he’ll cheat on anyone.

As if we didn’t know that already. Jax would cheat on a broom with a dustpan if that’s where his sexual predelictions lied. Brittany’s bought a ticket to Vegas, she’s gonna hang out with her friend from childhood, and she’s gonna party like a single girl with a reality show does in Vegas (aka: for free). Snaps to you, Brittany. Let the fake boobs breathe and get some creepy dudes to buy you overpriced drinks in a loud nightclub with dancers with eyes so dead and hair so long you’re genuinely concerned for their well being and then binge the next morning on a $50 unlimited buffet that never seems to end. I really love Vegas.

Oh, shit. Jax arrives at Katie’s7. Awkward. Brittany can’t even look at him and Jax is like, “why are you believing this?” She asks to see his phone, and clearly he’s cleared out his texts - WE’VE SEEN HIM DO THIS BEFORE - and it doesn’t prove anything. Jax remains defiant that He Has Done More For Brittany Than She Has For Him as always, and she’s done. She says she hates him in a way that seems so real and genuine I can’t handle it. If it’s fake, someone give Brittany a god damn Emmy.

We’re at PUMP, where Raquel and James have come to meet with Lisa. Racquel’s wearing the shortest of shorts and Lisa of course points them out first thing. Raquel’s gotten some new colored contacts that make her frighteningly catlike8 and she’s interested in working at Vanderpump Dogs. Doesn’t she know cats and dogs are the major enemy of the animal kingdom?! Lisa’s like, “so what do you do?” and because Raquel is a college student, she doesn’t know how to answer any questions other than, “How are you?” and “What are you studying?” The first time anyone asked me what I ‘did’ I was baffled by the entire notion of people not being in college.

Raquel is apparently a model and also is studying Kinesiology, something Lisa is a little impressed by. Raquel’s probably better off volunteering and dressing appropriately at Vanderpump Pups9 than actually working there. There’s more shit picking-up than shit stirring there.

Oh, and James is there to beg for his job back. Lisa was so proud until that moment because she thought James was there for Raquel but GUESS NOT. James is given a trial on Tuesday, which is more than he deserves, tbh. But again, these people have to be working in order for this show to remain about its central source: Lisa Vanderpump Promoting Her Restaurants.

It’s Ariana’s brother Jeremy’s birthday, and I cannot be bothered to care. We see Peter for the first time this season and he’s with Tom Schwartz who pulls into first place for My #1 Most Hated in this episode by whinging about how he misses Katie. I don’t miss her. It’s the second birthday in 12 hours that Katie wasn’t invited to and isn’t that TELLING? Tom’s pretty wasted and it’s not a good look on him at all. Jeremy’s moved into Tom and Ariana’s apartment again and this time, it hasn’t killed their sex life because their sex life was already dead to begin with.

James is shocked that Faith isn’t coming, because it’s not like anyone there is pissed off at her. Everyone’s in pretty much agreement: Faith fucked up, but it takes two to tango, Jax.

Brittany heads back over to her apartment with Jax and starts packing her things. Holy shit, their apartment has a set of stairs up into their bedroom. I would like that in my life, please. Brittany’s rearing and ready to go for Round 2, asking Jax if he fucked in their bed. And then, holy shit:

Jax admits to having sex with Faith.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!!!!

Y’all, I’m not even shocked he did it.

I’m genuinely shocked that he didn’t do the Jax Special: deny it, gaslight the shit out of Faith and Brittany, drag it out for half of the season, and then spend the other half begging for forgiveness to get it in the season finale.

I mean, we all know what Jax is doing at this point. He so badly wants out of this relationship but he refuses to break up with Brittany because he knows that he’ll be the bad guy who broke the sweet girl’s heart, so he continues over and over to fuck up in hopes that she’ll break down and dump him. He always fucks up and says “I understand if you want to break up with me.” Every time. EVERY TIME!!!! He constantly talks about her looks, her work ethic, her desperation in his talking heads. He embarasses himself and her in front of her family and in front of their friends. And now: he cheats on her, which is his last resort. But she refuses to give up because she knows what he has with him is more than without him, and he doesn’t want to deal with the social ostracization that would come with him breaking up with her at this point.

Jax cheated when Brittany and him were having a hard time, and even though that’s not what you should do, Jax did it anyway because he’s a god damn monster. He doesn’t have a good excuse, and then you realize that the sweater he was wearing over the polo is a god damn TACO BELL SWEATSHIRT AND I CAM CRYING LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The editors of this show are my favorite people.

Lisa is being honored at Long Beach Pride, and the Toms and Ariana are going to support Lisa because they have to make sure that Lisa knows they support her. Basically, they’re going to kiss ass. They’re all still baffled by the notion of Jax cheating on Brittany, and James is like, “Faith told me they didn’t use a condom and she missed her period.” That’s when Tom Sandoval does a complete 180 and flips - JAX IS LITERALLY 1000 YEARS OLD. Jax has literally used every single type of birth control ever created on the planet and he does not understand the basic idea of using a FREAKING condom.

There are far many more black people at Jeremy’s birthday than I ever expected and I honestly want a webseries about the black people of Vanderpump Rules now more than ever.

James and Kristen apparently talked last night, and Schwartz is both wasted and being a tattletale. He goes to talk to Jax about how everyone is gossiping about him and Tom Schwartz starts crying. He’s wasted, and he’s realizing that he has no drive. He’s under new pressures - marriage, a future family, and he’s feeling it for real. Tom Sandoval gets my award for Favorite Person in this episode when he tells Schwartz that he is lucky and blessed to have him as a friend and that he’s excited to open this bar with him.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.10

Brittany’s sobbing and on the phone with her mom. She tells her that he admitted to cheating and her mom just sounds like she’s trying to feel bad for her. Jax watches Brittany get into her Uber to the airport fromt the balcony in his Taco Bell sweatshirt and it’s so dramatic but untintenitonally hilarious because of that sweatshirt.

We’re at Long Beach Gay Pride, and Lisa is wearing a white jumpsuit with a cape, so she’s beeng oing through my pinterest board, which is 90% jumpsuits with capes. Lisa is Grand Marshall of their parade, and she’s emotional. Tom and Ariana flag Lisa down and she stops and is like, “Where’s Schwartz?”

He’s pooping. The least surprising thing ever.

Tom Sandoval has a glorious glitter highlight and Schwartz starts straight in with defending Jax and feeling bad that Jax is at home crying to himself on the couch alone. Lisa shuts that shit right down and tells him he’s going to look like a fool if he wants to be on Jax’s side. They’re happy he admitted to it, and Lisa is just hopeful Brittany dumps him 5ever.

One of the rare things in life I didn’t realize I needed was Lisa Vanderpump going to a leather tent. Tom Sandoval decides to get flogged by Ariana to hopefully get some of their issues out via BDSM. Every conversation has devolved back to Jax and Brittany - Lisa asks where Brittany is now, and Tom Schwartz is certain they’re going to get back together because Jax just can’t help himself. Ariana calls bullshit on that and so do I, especially when Schwartz tries to claim it’s in his DNA to be a manwhore.

Cheating is prevalent in Jamaican culture and the burden is always placed on the woman, it’s never then man’s choice to cheat. They’ll justify it with the bible and with science and whatever logic they need to but the truth is, it’s just not right. If you really can’t avoid your carnal urges don’t pull other people into it.

Tom and Tom both tell Lisa they love her and they’re just passionate and enthusiastic about what’s to happen with TomTom, and maybe that comes across as little too much at times. Lisa admits what’s true - she doesn’t need the for their expertise, just for their vibes and general essence. She wants them to help curate a cocktail menu and create an ambiance but leave the design to her.

How many restaurants has Lisa Vanderpump opened?

How many restaurants have Schwartz & Sandoval opened?

I rest my case.

Kristen has arrived at Stassi’s apartment and immediately starts shopping Stassi’s closet, something I do whenever I arrive at a new place after asking if you have any La Croix. No, I don’t want a glass of water11. Stassi’s getting ready for dinner with Patrick and she’s nervous. She’s obsessively putting her hair back because he like it when her hair is pushed back. This is already making me so sad. Kristen is basically staring at Stassi the way Jennifer Jason Leigh looked at Bridget Fonda in Single White Female.

Stassi talks about how she didn’t want to be judged for going back to Patrick after they broke up so she didn’t tell anyone, but she’s thrilled to be back with him. Considering we already know that he broke up with her on their anniversary, this is all so depressing. Especially when Kristen’s like “I’m already planning Stassi and Patrick’s wedding!!!”

Patrick comes over and...

Wait, what?

That’s what Patrick looks like?

No. No. NO! Nonononono.

You’re telling me Stassi left this show for a greasy red-faced coke bloated guy who chose man bun in 2017?!?!?!?!?!@?!?!?!

I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN.

I want to die. Stassi likes him becuase he’s straight out of Game of Thrones and I am gagging. No.

Scheana and Ariana are at work, and Brittany’s returned from her vacation with my favorite revenge look - refreshed and glowing.

Amanda’s Favorite Revenge Looks:

Hydrated, refreshed, good-night-of-sleep, lit from within “I’m not affected at all”

Full glam, tits out for the girls, eyelashes, painted for the gods realess - this is saved for major events

“Oh, I just happen to look this good on a day when I just happen to run into you at this annual party we’ve attended before together”

Brittany had a great time in Vegas, but she’s still going through it emotionally. Scheana tries to be like “I totally know, I was just there,” BIIIIIITCH you were dating Rob five seconds after Shay moved out. Brittany was grossed out by everyone in Vegas despite going there to party like a single girl and like Brittany... did you forget you’re in a relationship with Jax Taylor? Like, Vegas guys are gross, but he’s a decaying specimen dripping venom and STD sludge on everything he touches. She just wants to be alone for a bit and she’s gonna go to work and focus. Because Brittany is smart.

Stassi dressed for Patrick that night, and he’s happy. She asks if he she looks like a skank and he’s like, “Definitely.” Patrick starts immediately questioning Stassi’s ability to be an event planner becuase she’s never done it and knows nothing about it but somehow managed to convince Lisa that she could. When she mentions that his podcast makes her feel insecure about her podcast12, and he condescends to her by using bigger words than she knows like “juggernaut”. Patrick’s going to Amsterdamn without Stassi and he’s like, “Hey, I was without you for eight months, six days ain’t shit.” He doesn’t really let her speak, he just kind of talks AT her - “What lesson did we learn? The lesson is don’t talk when you’re apart and when you get back together, don’t talk about what happened when you were apart.” Stassi want so badly for this to work this time - if you get back together after dating for three years and breaking up for almost a year, it’s embarrassing if it doesn’t work out in the end. Patrick’s freaked out by all of this. She fully says that if Patrick tried to break up with her that she’d be like, “Nope, not happening.” He thinks people don’t realize how crazy she is, and he has no idea.

Jax shows up to work not in uniform - he’s wearing a navy shirt - and Ariana and Tom bought a whip. Of course Tom is turned on by Ariana with a whip, Tom just seems like the type to be turned on when Ariana takes a breath and I love that about him. Jax is probably going to see if he can trade with someone so things aren’t awkward with Brittany, who conveniently walks up and asks for a vodka soda at that moment. A drink that takes five seconds to make magically takes five awkward minutes because Tom Sandoval is the only bartender in America that doesn’t have lemon slices.

Jax is like, “I should go talk to her,” and Sandoval reminds her that’s a terrible idea. Lisa goes to talk to Brittany and tells her that she’s young and doesn’t need to put up with this shit. Tom tells Jax that he probably needs space from their apartment and he needs to get some help. Scheana and Ariana go to help Brittany, and Jax rants about how if anyone not involved - Scheana, Kristen, Ariana - tries to come at him, he’s going to lose it. Tom Sandoval reminds him that he’s the one who put himself in this situation and now he has to deal with it all. Even Sandoval is pissed. Jax is in denial - he’s like, “I’ll go to a hotel, but I don’t think that’s what she wants,” and Sandoval reassured him that yes, Brittany wants to be alone right now. She does not wantt o be around you. But oh, Brittany slept with Jax earlier that day.

Brittany, gurl. Come on.

I get that it’s hard to move on past him but you don’t have to fuck the dude.

Next Week: Tom brings Lisa a gift, Stassi is throwing a “Fuck Jax” party, and Jax flips out. OH, HELLO, LALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Random Assessments from the Desk of Amanda:

My favorite part of this episode is drunk Tom Schwartz admitting he has Stockholm Syndrome and Ariana and Tom just talking over him.

I’m so proud of the people on this show for their ability to keep storylines under wraps. I was convinced from social media this season was ging to be boring and everyone getting along and it is so fire.

I’m loving the small doses of Katie and Kristen. It’s the perfect amount, espeically after last season being 100% Katie, 100% of the time.

Another Lala-free episode, what ever will I do?

Seriously, the reason why #MeToo is happening is because men are now realizing that even by sitting back and saying nothing they’re complicit in sexual harassment. “Protecting” your friend makes you culpable. Stop asking women to make men better. Men should be doing that themselves and holding each other accountable. ↩︎

Just here to remind you that Lorena Bobbitt was a woman who was abused and raped in her marriage in a time when no one did shit about women being abused and raped in their marriage and she should have sparked a national discussion about spousal rape. Instead, we get her name tossed around willy-nilly as a form of a crude punchline. What Lorena Bobbitt did was never about cutting off a dick, but the story turned into that. ↩︎

I also wish I was the kind of person who was impressed by cars. Like, I can see that it’s a gorgeously crafted piece of machinery but... eh? I much prefer Lisa’s house porn. ↩︎

Holy SHIT she even has the peephole frame from Friends on her door… but THE PEEP HOLE IS TO THE RIGHT OF THE FRAME. I fucking hate you, Katie. Oh my god. ↩︎

I think she realizes what she gets out of being in a relationship with this guy, unfortunately. I mean, she has @brittany on Instagram. I can’t imagine what she paid for that handle, and she certainly only got it because of her notoriety from being on this show. I would love for @amanda on insta, but I have to settle for @lochnessmanda (shameless plug, follow me!). As we (I mean y’all, not me) have seen from the Kentucky spin-off, her family so wants her to get married to this dude they’ll put up with anything except homosexuality. ↩︎

Fake eyelashes are expensive, if I’m sleeping with a guy with a girlfriend I’m definitely not leaving THOSE behind. Slip those in the sunglasses compartment of your purse!!!! I really should write an article about “nasty beauty hacks” like “no hair-tie and you’re sleeping at a guy’s house? Use your underwear!” I’m disgusting. Didn’t I spend a paragraph talking about how not trashy I am last week? Pfft. ↩︎

Jax is everything I hate about men’s fashion - the chunky sweaters, the collars under crew-neck sweaters, ugh. It’s all awful. He looks terrible in clothes, how did he have a modeling career. ↩︎

Like Michael Jackson in the Thriller music video. ↩︎

Vanderpups is such a lost opportunity here. ↩︎

As a person who is very insecure about the kind of friend she is, it’s nice to see people who are genuinely good friends to others. I’m very lucky to have the friends I have in my life and I hope I regularly remind them of how important they are to me. And now I’m really crying. ↩︎

Honestly, though, growing up in Metro Detroit, this was not a strange question to be asked. I honestly taste Tangerine La Croix when I hang out with my friend Celia’s mom. I would go over there to hang out with Celia, and stay for the La Croix. ↩︎

Speaking of podcasts... ↩︎

#vanderpump rules #GIVE ME LALA #WHERE IS LALA #omg i'm just glad i'm done #bachelor bios are coming this week aren't they #good god i am busy #recap #tv recap #reality tv

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Warm Me Up Ch. 34

OH SNAP-WHAT’S THAT- A NEW CHAPTER FUCK YEAH, (To the tune of Usnavi’s excitement after getting a date with Vanessa. Can you tell I’m obsessed? Also, listen to Lady Gaga’s A Million Reasons as well as Secondhand Serenade’s Fall for You and Tori Kelly’s/ Ed Sheeran’s I Was Made For Loving You for this chapter <3)

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It wasn’t until a little past noon that Will got worried. He hadn’t gotten a text from Nico, and when he called, Nico didn’t answer. He pulled Kayla along past the HEB and hefted a few bags in his other hand. “Come on, Princess time to go home. You sure you don’t want help with the bag?”

“I got it. I wanna give it to him.” Will smiled and nodded, walking along the sidewalk. The sun was beating down, but the wind that blew around them offered enough relief. Kayla bounded along in a pink sundress with her red hair pulled up into a ponytail, skipping over cracks in the sidewalk. Suddenly, Kayla stopped, causing Will to falter. “Look, it’s Nico!”

He frowned and looked up to see Nico pacing back and forth with a cigarette in one hand as his other ran through his hair. Immediately, Will felt the instinct to go to him and find out what was wrong. “Come on,” he told his sister, gripping her hand as they crossed at a light.

“Why is he smoking?” she asked as he pulled her along. “Isn’t that bad?” Will didn’t answer, his eyes on Nico as he paced. “Will, I’m scared,” Kayla whimpered.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” he assured. “Just hold on a second, okay?” He reached the bus stop and reached out, stopping Nico mid-pace. He jumped, and looked up with frightened, tear-filled eyes. “What happened, Nico, what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously.

He took a few short breaths, and his eyes flickered down to Kayla. “Oh God,” he groaned, turning away to put out the cigarette. “Shit. I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Will turned him around and tilted his face to him. “Sorry for what? Nico, what happened?”

He pulled away and looked down, shaking his head. “Nothing. Nothing it’s stupid. I…. My dad called and… I got into an argument with him, that’s all. Really, it’s fine. I just… don’t want your parents to see me like this.”

“Okay. Okay,” he murmured, pulling him into his arms. “It’s okay. Come on, my favorite ice cream shop is just down a few blocks.”

“No, you have all these bags, I-”

“So help us. Here I take three, you take two, Kayla has hers. It’s okay. Come on, I thought you wanted to see my favorite places,” he said gently. Nico looked at him with anguished eyes. Will was worried. Terrified. But he couldn’t pull it out of him now. Not in public, not in front of Kayla, not when he was still distressed. “Come on,” he said.

He took Nico’s hand, and Kayla, with a worried expression, took his other. They walked over to Amy’s Ice Cream and sat outside with cups of ice cream. Nico was still solemn and quiet, and Will knew he was hiding something.

Kayla was busy eating her ice cream, smearing her face with chocolate. Will kept Nico’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb along the back of his hand. He kept zoning out, staring at the table, watching the ice cream melt. And Will could feel his heart in his throat.

“Love, I know… how you are when something bothers you. I know you don’t like talking about it. But I’m scared. What happened? What did you argue about with your dad that it made you get like this?”

Nico didn’t react to his words. He blinked slowly and gripped his hand. After several long seconds, he looked up with tears in his eyes on the verge of falling. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he answered, feeling his heart clench. Nico nodded and leaned into him, taking a deep breath. Will knew he wouldn’t explain. All he could do was be there for him. Hold him. And wait until he was ready to talk.

Suddenly Will’s phone rang and he saw his Mom’s picture on the caller ID. “Hey,” he answered.

“Will, have you heard from Nico?” she asked, sounding breathless and angry.

“U-uh, yeah. Yeah he’s here with me, we’re at Amy’s.”

“Oh thank God,” she breathed.

“Yeah, he’s okay, just some personal family stuff. It’s okay.”

“Family stuff?” she asked.

“He hasn’t explained really. He just didn’t want to worry you guys.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. He heard her sigh and when she spoke, her voice was tight. “Honey, please come home when you’re done at Amy’s okay? All three of you.”

“Yeah, okay,” he answered. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” she said softly before hanging up. Nico was looking at him uncertainly and he pushed the hair out of his face. “It’s okay. She wanted to be sure you’re okay and wants us home after we finish our ice cream.” His only response was to look away. Will cleared his throat and leaned over to wipe Kayla’s mouth. “Princess, why don’t you give Nico what we bought him?”

She perked up and checked the bag she had. She went over to Nico with her hands behind her back. “Close your eyes,” she said with a smile. Nico did, and she grabbed his hand and placed a small stuffed monkey and a card.

He opened his eyes and looked at the monkey and the card in confusion. He opened the card and smiled as fun music played and a pop up chihuahua teetered back and forth. “Thank you? For what?”

“Well, I was gonna write in it at home. But it’s thank you for making Will happy. He’s my big brother and I love him, and you make him happy so-”

Suddenly Nico pulled Kayla into a hug and his shoulders were shaking. Kayla’s eyes went wide and she looked at Will in confusion. When Nico pulled away, he had tears streaming down his face. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. He looked at his new monkey and chuckled. “Thank you, Monkey,” he said, tapping the monkey’s face onto her cheek.

She giggled and sat down, trying to hide her smile. Nico looked at Will and leaned over to kiss him. His lips were salty and wet with tears, with Will didn’t care. He was just thankful that he was reacting. He sat back and sighed, wiping his tears away.

“Everyone done with their ice cream?” Will asked, feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment at the display of affection. Kayla nodded, and Nico pushed his tub of melted ice cream away. “Come on, time to go home.”

The walk back home was a little less intense with the sun having gone down a bit. The streets sloped, causing a little more exertion, and Nico’s hand in Will’s was tense. Again, Will wondered if Nico would decide to talk to him about it or not.

As they got to the house, Nico pulled away. “I’m going to stay out here for a bit, okay? Just need a minute.” Will hesitated and Nico leaned forward kissing him lightly. “I won’t go anywhere. I promise.” He nodded and turned away, taking Kayla’s hand. Nico leaned against his mother’s car and looked at the stuffed monkey in his hands.

When Will walked into the house, he was surprised to see his parents at the table. His mom looked stressed, his father looked tired.

“Kayla, honey, go put the supplies in my room. Then go over to Lou Ellen’s house, she said she wanted to make cookies,” his mom said.

“Oh okay!” She raced to her room and was out the door again to go to the neighbor’s within three minutes.

“Where’s Nico?” Mom asked nervously.

“He’s right outside, he… what’s going on?”

She looked pointedly at his father who sighed and rubbed his forehead. “We may have-” His mother cleared her throat and he clenched his teeth. “I may have… upset Nico earlier.”

Will furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

He took a breath and interlocked his hands. “I wanted to talk to him. About his relationship with you.” Will scoffed and crossed his arms. “And… I may have overstepped my boundaries…. Until he had to leave the house.”

Will’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. “You did what?” he exclaimed. “What did you say to him? I found him on the verge of a breakdown at a bus stop! That was because of you? What the hell?”

“Watch it, Will,” his father warned. “Look, I remember how you got when you came for Winter break, and how upset you were. He hurt you-”

“No! Stop, that has nothing to do with our relationship now!” he shouted.

“You’d better watch that tone, young man!” he shouted back.

“Oh enough!” his mother snapped. They turned to her in surprise. “Now you both listen to me! You!” She stood and pointed at his father. “You cornered that boy, and you threw things in his face without even letting him explain! You don’t get to be upset at the things he said to you after what you told him!”

“Things he said, what did Nico-”

“Ah-ah-ah!” she said, wagging her finger at him. “It is my turn to talk. You,” she said with a stern look on her face. “You lied to me about the break up. I don’t know if you will ever tell us why or how it happened, but something tells me there’s a reason you didn’t tell us.” She raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. “Now… Will, you need to explain some things. Your father said something about… Nico getting drunk, and cheating on you? What the hell? Why didn’t-”

“What! He nev-”

She cut him off with a glare and he stopped talking. Then she continued. “Now, Nico admitted to the drinking. He also said he’s been sober for four months. Do you… have anything to say about all of this?”

Will covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you did that to him,” he whispered. “Yes. Yes, okay! He used to drink a lot…. I… he used to flirt and go out a lot. But he doesn’t anymore, okay? Weekends, even before we started dating again, they’ve just been us sitting on his couch watching movies and binging TV shows! He stopped drinking, he’s going to therapy! I fell in love with him when he had those drinking problems and couldn’t manage his depression, and he decided on his own to change those things. And now I love him even more, you- you had no right to say those things to him! That’s why he broke up with me the first time! He thought he wasn’t good enough for me, he thought he was a burden, so he told me he didn’t like me and broke up with me! I was miserable!”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “He has been trying so hard. You had no right to try and screw that up for him. When I found him…. He was devastated, okay? And he didn’t even tell me any of this! He told me he’d argued with his dad!” His parents looked at each other in shock. “I asked you guys to help him feel welcome. But he was right. You’d only make him feel like he’s not good enough.”

He turned away, but then his mother called after him. “Where are you going?”

“To make sure my boyfriend isn’t dealing with a depressive low because of him,” he spat, walking out the door. He walked over to the truck where Nico was leaning against the car, mumbling under his breath, his eyes closed. “Hey,�� he murmured.

Nico looked up and gave him a tense smile. “They told you.”

He sighed and pulled him into his arms. “When were you going to?”

Nico shut his eyes and leaned into him, hiding his face into his shoulder. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“For what? This wasn’t your fault. My dad… this was on him.”

“I called him an asshole. Among other things, but… I can’t remember. I was so angry. I fucked up, Will.” Will held him tighter and sighed. “You know he’s right. I’m not-”

Before he would finish, Will pulled away and cupped his face. “No. Don’t you start saying that, Nicolas.” Nico froze and stared at him. “You are more than enough. You are more than worth it. I love you, okay? I have for a long time. I don’t care what anyone says or thinks, they don’t know you like I do.”

He shut his eyes and sighed. “He said… you take care of me. I don’t do anything for you. You’re the one… dealing with my depression, and dealing with my lows, making sure I sleep and wake up and eat and-”

“What do you mean you don’t do anything for me?” he asked incredulously. “Nico… you gave up partying and drinking and flirting for me. You started going to therapy. Yes, partially for you, but… you made that choice on your own.” His hand shook as he caressed Nico’s cheek. His voice was soft as he spoke. “You gave me space when I asked for it. You were my friend when I needed it,” his voice broke and Nico tears spilled over again. Will hated seeing him so hurt. “You went to my ceremony when you could barely get out of bed that day. Baby, you came home with me even though it scared the shit out of you. And you didn’t even tell me what my dad did. You covered for him.” He shut his eyes and pressed their foreheads together. He hadn’t realized there were tears in his eyes until they fell down his cheeks.

“You are not the only one with problems,” he insisted. “You have depression. I’m insecure. You used to be an alcoholic. I used to self-harm. We both have things in our past…. But that’s not who we are anymore. You bring me up, I bring you up.”

“You’re too good for me,” he moaned. He pulled Will into a kiss, holding him close, like he was afraid Will would be snatched away from him. When he broke apart, he looked afraid. “He told me he didn’t want me near his family. Will, your mom liked me at first. And Kayla- God I love her so much.” He kissed him again and took a deep breath. “And you. I can’t just stay away from you. I won’t let you go again. I can’t. I won’t.”

“And you’re not going to,” he said, clenching his jaw at the fact that his father said something like that. “We can go back. We can go home. We don’t need to be here.”

As Will held him and tried to make sure he knew that they wouldn’t be pulled apart, he heard his mother’s voice calling him from the front door. “Will, Nico, could you both come in here for a moment?”

He sighed and looked at Nico. “Come on. We’ll have to go in there eventually.” He took his hand and led him back into the house. The second they got into the house, Nico’s expression changed into a cold, passive one without emotion. “What?” he asked.

There was a long moment of silence before his dad took a deep breath and spoke. He kept his eyes casted downward and his eyebrows furrowed. “I… was out of line. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, Nico, especially after Will asked us to be nice. It’s no excuse, but… Will is my only son. And I don’t want to see him hurt. Knowing what little I did… I wasn’t sure what to make of you. I….” He sighed and shut his eyes. “I’m just protective of him. But… after a very long discussion with Naomi… I know I have to let him learn on his own.” He cleared his throat and looked up to meet Will’s eyes. “Son, I’m sorry.”

Will nodded, but before he could speak, Nico did. “I’m sorry for yelling. And for the things I called you….” His father nodded and gave him a tense smile.

“We’re going to go ahead and go back,” Will murmured. He kept his eyes on the floor to keep from looking at the expression on his mother’s face. “I appreciate the apology, Dad, but… it doesn’t fix anything. You still said what you said and pushed Nico into an anxiety attack. So-”

“Will, maybe we should talk about this first,” Nico urged quietly. He glanced at him and frowned, but Nico’s gaze was clear and certain.

He sighed and squeezed his hand, agreeing. He led him to his room and shut the door. Nico glanced around with a smile and sat on the bed. “So this is your room,” he said with a slightly hoarse voice. “Come here,” he murmured with somber eyes. Will went over and sat beside him, but Nico pulled him down so his head rested in his lap. He began to run his hands through his hair, causing Will to sigh gently. “You should stay,” he said suddenly. Will opened his eyes. “This is your family. They should be with you on your birthday. I’m the intruder here.”

“Nico-”

“Amore, it’s okay. We can try again in a few months. We just started dating… again. Of course they’re apprehensive about me. And knowing about New Year’s?” Will winced, but before he could explain, Nico continued. “I was a bad person. Right now that’s all they know. We have to give them time to see I changed, and maybe that as to be from a distance. It’s okay.”

“I don’t want you to go back alone,” he said, reaching up to touch his face. “And you weren’t a bad person. You’ve always been good Nico. You just made mistakes.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, but smiled fondly at him. “I don’t want you to be alone the rest of the week.”

Nico leaned down and kissed him. “I can handle myself for a week, baby. You should stay. Kayla missed you. Your mom… you didn’t see her face when you said we were leaving. She looked heartbroken.” Will bit his lip and sighed, putting Nico’s hand to his lips.

“I’ll go tell her,” he relented.

“I’ll check tickets,” he answered. They stood and Nico disappeared into the guest bedroom while Will went to find his mom. He heard voices in the garage and went to check only to find his parents mid-argument.

“-stupid can you be to say those things, you’re a fucking psychologist for crying out- oh God. Will. Honey, I-”

“Um, Nico is finding a flight home.” Her face fell and she nodded. “I’m staying,” he clarified.

“Wait, but I apologized, why is he leaving?” his father asked.

His mother glared at him, but Will was tired. “Dad, you said the things that hurt him the most. He already felt like he shouldn’t be here, and what you told him just drove him out. And honestly, I’m still upset with you too. Don’t you trust me? Do you really think I can’t make my own choices?”

His father rubbed his face and groaned. “Dammit, Will! Maybe if you actually communicated with us instead of hiding things from us, I wouldn’t feel so nervous about this! If you’d told us when you broke up, if you’d told us when you became friends, if you’d told us when you got back together, I wouldn’t feel like he’s dangerous to you. You’ve always struggled with confidence, Will. I didn’t know if you were only defending him because he made you feel special by manipulating you or if he deserved it. We know nothing about him! You asked us to welcome a complete stranger into our home as your boyfriend, so yes, I was wary. Especially since all I know about him is that he got drunk and had you pacing outside for hours during break, made you become distant when you didn’t want to tell us you’d broken up, and showed up in pajamas to your ceremony!” He stopped to take a breath and shut his eyes, leaving Will shocked and speechless. “Will, we love you. We love you so much more than you can imagine, and we only want what is best for you. You’re our first kid, bud. So we don’t know how to deal with any of this yet.” He walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Regardless of how certain you feel and how mature you are, as a parent, I worry. I went about it horribly, I recognize that. But you have a part to play too.”

“He’s right about that, hon,” his mom said softly. “It’s hard to understand when we don’t even know what we’re being given to deal with. You have to talk to us.”

Taking a shaky breath, Will nodded and gulped. “Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry.” She kissed his forehead and tousled his hair. “I can explain all of it,” he said. He pulled up a lawn chair and raised an eyebrow. His parents looked at each other and sat down.

Then Will started from the beginning, warning them that they may not like everything they hear, but to wait for him to finish.

He told them about Nico’s song, and trying to talk to him. He told them how defensive and angry he’d gotten. And he told them how drunk he’d gotten at the party, and how Will had to help him leave. He told them about how he’d gotten sick and muttered that he hated his life, which was the entire reason Will had even thought about talking to him more. He didn’t give them details about Nico’s life- that was for Nico to do when he was comfortable. But he explained that he’d had a lot of hardships, and struggled with his own style of harming and self-destruction. He told them about how reluctant he’d been to be friends, then about the misunderstanding that led to their first try at a relationship. He told them about the problem on New Year’s and what had really happened to Nico… then proceed to explain how Nico got in a fight for it. How that led to his internship and how Nico began to become distant after their first Valentine’s day. He told them about the breakup. He didn’t tell them the things he’d said… only that Nico had told him he didn’t like him anymore and that it was over. He admitted how broken he’d felt, and how his friends had helped him remain focused, how Paolo had helped him cope by crying and being angry. He told them about Nico’s excursions, and the alcohol poisoning, ignoring their shocked, disapproving faces.

Then he told them about Nico’s confession. The first time he’d told Will he loved him. How Will couldn’t bring himself to date him again for lack of trust. And how he’d tried to date again, only to find out that Nico had taken the initiative to start therapy for his depression and quit drinking. He told them about their friendship rebuilding, their boundaries. And how he’d found himself falling even harder for him. He told them about the day he’d finally managed to take him on a date and how Nico had kissed him, making them both realize they couldn’t be “just friends” anymore. They were too in love. And how they decided to try again… how much better it was… how he trusted Nico more than ever before.

“He doesn’t know,” he whispered. “But I found one of his sheets from therapy. He’d written a list of things he looked forward to. Most of them were about me. Being with me in the future.” He chuckled and tried not to blush. “This guy who never even wanted to date anyone, who enjoyed one night stands and parties… wants a future with me. I don’t know how far ahead he’s thought. Like I said, we just started dating again. And… one of them was even getting you guys to like him. He’s changed so much… all on his own. To be better for himself and for me. And ever since he became part of my life… I don’t struggle as much either. He has no idea how selfless he is.” He leaned forward and rubbed his neck, sighing. “I know I’m only twenty. Well, almost twenty. But I do love him. I really, really do.”

His parents looked at each other and seemed to be deep in thought, communicating with their eyes. If this boy could try so desperately for their son, then surely he couldn’t be a bad person. He had flaws, of course. But who didn’t? Naomi herself was known for having a one-track mind and being stubborn. Lester knew he was run by emotion more than rationalization, and that he sometimes didn’t know when to be serious. Will was stubborn and overly selfless. Nico had a temper.

But the point was Naomi and Lester loved each other enough to overlook and balance the flaws. And so did Nico and Will. They understood better. They knew the story. Most of it, at least. They knew who they were bringing into their home, who their son loved so deeply.

“Hon, why don’t you bring Nico out here?” his mother suggested softly. Will hesitated and stood, coming back out a few minutes later with a groggy-looking Nico. “Were you asleep?”

“Just a nap,” he murmured self-consciously.

She smiled at him and looked at her husband who nodded. She looked back at Nico and interlocked her hands. “I hope you haven’t bought your ticket back yet.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Will. “I’m waiting on my dad to get back to me about the money…. Why?”

“Because we want you to stay,” Will’s father answered. “We have a better idea of who you are and what you’ve done for our son. And we want his birthday to be happy, and you, Nico… you make him happy. We know the story now… while there are a few blanks you’ll have to fill when you’re comfortable. But… I especially see that there is more to you than I originally thought. And it wasn’t fair of me to ask you for… a self-evaluation of your worth and intentions. That’s quite clear.”

Nico’s lips parted in surprise, as did Will’s. “Stay for the week, Nico. Let us get to know you for ourselves,” his mother insisted. “For my sake, at least, let me get to know the boy my son seems to be living with,” she teased light-heartedly.

“A-are you sure?” he asked, looking from them to Will. But Will was just as surprised. “After what I said….”

“What you said wasn’t uncalled for,” his father said with a smile. “I was being an arrogant, closed-minded, demeaning asshole.”

“Oh my God,” Will blurted as Nico’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth.

“Please stay,” he continued.

Nico looked down at the floor and looked at Will. Then his mother added, “Kayla would hate to see you go so soon.”

He laughed and nodded. “Okay, I… I get it. I’ll stay. Thank you.” Will smiled and pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek and causing him to grimace and laugh. “I love you,” he chuckled softly.

“I love you too,” he whispered. He hugged him tightly and looked at his smiling parents. Thank you, he mouthed.

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Took My Love (took it down) 1/3

Summary: The tight-knit town of Storybrooke isn’t exactly the world’s most ideal place to be licking one’s wounds, but even a town where everyone knows everyone else (and their business) can still provide the odd surprise. (Or, the Tortured Musician fic featuring ex bartender Emma Swan.) ~6k

Rating: M

a/n: Yes, it’s rated M. Yes, this is the first time I’ve posted something with smut in it so for the love of god be kind. I’ve written ahead a bit so that I could post the first part if I hit a wall and since I haven’t opened the doc since before xmas... here we go!

Also available on FFnet and AO3. Multiple and profuse thank yous to @swallowedsong and @initiala.

Unlike her son, Emma hasn’t made the long drive from New York to Storybrooke in over three years. Not since she packed up their things and left town two days after Ruth’s funeral. It’s been easier in the years since to just put Henry on a bus at the start of summer vacation and send him off to spend two weeks with his uncle. To claim being too busy or not able to get the time off work when David asks why she doesn’t come along. Going back now feels a lot like giving up. And it probably is, in a way.

She’s spent so long being determined to make it on her own. Just her and her kid in the big city, living an unglamorous life but having grand adventures while they do it. David hadn’t been happy when she’d picked up and left after his mother died and she doubts he’s going to be much happier when he learns the reason behind her unannounced visit. If she hadn’t been so completely blindsided she might have been able to come up with a different plan, but Henry was already packed and ready to go and Storybrooke, well…

Storybrooke is the closest she’s ever gotten to having a home.

Not that she has any desire to move back permanently. This is temporary, she repeats to herself over and over on the drive. Just a chance to clear her head. There are too many ghosts in the sleepy seaside town to make her ever think about moving back. Too many mistakes. Too many things she should’ve done and words she didn’t say and the chance is gone now, there’s no going back and starting over.

New York was supposed to be the place where she could figure her shit out in anonymity. Instead it’s sent her from the frying pan to the fire — running away from her adult mistakes and back to the small town that had picked apart each and every one she’d made as a teenager and a too-young mother.

Emma knows full well that she’ll never be able to repay the kindness that Ruth Nolan showed her when she bailed her pregnant, runaway self out of jail and hired her a lawyer. She’d barely been able to take care of herself and her son back then, let alone chip away at the debt she owed her foster mother. And then a brain aneurysm stole her away from them, killing any ideas Emma might have had of being able to make it up to her in some far off, misty future where her life wasn’t a complete mess.

It’s still a mess. It’s always going to be a mess, she thinks. But she’s picked herself up in Storybrooke once before. Maybe these two weeks will give her the chance to do it again.

Her twelve year-old is dead asleep in the back of the bug by the time they cross the town line and Emma takes a deep breath, guiding the car along the winding forest roads until they finally turn onto Main Street. It’s too late now to throw herself on David and Mary Margaret’s hospitality so she parks the car just outside of Granny’s and kills the engine, counting down silently from five as Henry starts to stir.

“Are we here?” he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Emma smiles, remembering how she used to drive the town’s empty roads at night back when he was a baby, hoping against hope that this time he wouldn’t wake up when the engine shut off.

“We’re here,” she says, reaching back to ruffle his hair. He grumbles and tries to swat her hand away and she laughs as she opens her door. “I’m gonna go get us a room. Grab the bags from the trunk?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Emma smiles at him again before getting out of the car and heading up the walkway. She might still be a mess, but she must have done something right to wind up with such a genuine and laidback kid. Henry had barely even batted an eye when she told him things were over with Walsh and would it be okay if she joined him in Storybrooke this year, maybe? He’d just given her a hug and asked if she was okay then promised to make sure their vacation together was ‘epic.’

Emma isn’t okay. She’s furious. And humiliated. And furious over feeling humiliated. But Henry worries too much about her happiness to start with, he doesn’t need to know that she got taken for a fool.

Neither does David, for that matter. Not crashing at the Nolan house means she has another few hours to figure out what stripped down version of events she’ll give to her over-protective foster brother.

She doesn’t need help, no matter how well-intended it may be. She just needs to get herself together and get out. That’s the plan. The trick will be in not letting the parts of Storybrooke that are wrapped around her heart cut too tight.

It’s a beautiful day in Storybrooke, the irksome voice on the radio alarm informs him, and Killian couldn’t care less. He has no idea how much he drank the night before — his nightly habit tends to operate on a sliding scale of reasonable to whatever’s worse than binge drinking. To his credit, he doesn’t black out as much since Liam brought him to Storybrooke (he agreed to come help with the store, he’s not going to completely let his brother down when he needs him) but having work to do during the day does nothing to make the nights any easier.

Nights are for her. Night was when they used to stay up until dawn working together, playing with rhythms and melodies and lyrics until the song came alive. Night was when they’d be up on stage with the boys, playing a set or two or three at whatever bar would have them and telling themselves that this one would be their break. Night was when they’d fall into bed together, trying in vain to keep quiet in cheap motels with thin walls. All of his best memories with Milah happened at night and so night is when he drowns for missing her.

It’s been over half a year since she died. He doesn’t know who he is anymore without her.

One more day, he tells himself. One more day manning the cash and then he can do whatever the hell he likes with his Saturday night. Killian swings his legs over the side of the bed to get up and knocks over an empty beer bottle in the process. It rolls across the room until it hits the wall but he ignores it, along with all the others that sit scattered about the studio apartment. It’s not like anybody sees the place to care that it’s a mess. His brother let him the flat above the shop after one too many drunken nights crashing at his place with his sick wife and eleven year-old son in the house. But so long as he shows up to work to open on time, doesn’t drink on the job, and joins them for family dinners — irritatingly pleasant affairs where nobody talks about Elsa’s chemotherapy or admits that Killian is still a grieving, drunken mess — he’s mostly left to his own devices.

To be honest, he’s not so sure if that’s a good thing. But his brother has his own family to worry about and Killian’s penchant for public intoxication when he first came to town has not exactly endeared him to the locals.

He showers quickly, the cool water clearing the last of the sleep from his addled and hung over brain. The jeans are the same as he’s been wearing all week but he pulls on a clean shirt for appearance’s sake. Breakfast is a couple slices of toast slathered in peanut butter and washed down with orange juice — the same bloody thing seven days a week, he broods but he doesn’t care enough to bother making something else. Killian locks up and heads downstairs, entering the shop from the back. He flicks on the lights, starts the coffee, and unlocks the door right at nine am sharp.

Atlantic Twine & Net has been a Storybrooke fixture for over forty years, a commercial fishing supplies store with a prime location on Main Street right next to Granny’s Diner. His brother kept the name when he bought the place awhile back and has done his part over the years to keep Storybrooke’s various fish ‘n chips restaurants well-stocked with local fare. Fishing’s not exactly Killian’s area of expertise, but he’s been at it for a few months now and most everyone who comes in knows what they want already. Liam used to join him for a few hours in the middle of the day but Erik is out of school now and no boy wants to spend their summer vacation stuck at their father’s work. Killian loves his brother, he really does, but the job is dull and repetitive and kills whatever desire to play is still left in him.

When Liam asked him to come to Storybrooke and help out while Elsa underwent treatment Killian initially stayed in their guest room, an arrangement which led to a series of nasty fights as Liam urged him to move past his grief. His older brother disagreed with seemingly every choice that Killian had made — leaving the band and quitting music, letting the bottle get the better of him, letting his life fall apart over a woman who’s been gone now almost longer than he ever had her to begin with.

But Liam has a son. He’s got no bloody choice but to keep it together despite his wife’s illness. And Killian, well… falling apart is the only thing he’s good at anymore.

To admit that it feels strange waking up alone would imply that she slept much at all after checking into Granny’s and collapsing on the lumpy mattress. She’d managed to doze in front of the tv for a bit when they first got in, but as soon as she’d actually brushed her teeth and gotten ready for bed her brain had decided that it preferred to be awake. Preferred to turn each and every moment from the last two years over in her head and try to pinpoint all the signs that she’d missed. There must have been clues, nobody is that good of a con artist. But Walsh had been sweet and attentive and so good to her and Henry.

He could afford to be good, she thinks bitterly. He was stealing from her after all.

Throwing off the covers with a groan, she grabs the spare pillow and flings it over at Henry, hitting him in the face with a satisfying thump. Her son jumps awake with an indignant shout and Emma grins.

“Get up, kid. We need to get to breakfast.”

The promise of food perks him up and he swings his legs over the side of the bed to pick the pillow up off the floor and throw it back at her. “Granny’s?”

“What else? Come on, we’ve got to get moving if we’re gonna beat your uncle and Mary Margaret there.”

Saturday morning breakfast at Granny’s has been a Nolan tradition since well before Emma first came to Storybrooke and she doesn’t expect David to start breaking that tradition any time soon. She and Henry probably spent more time at the diner than anywhere else while they were still living in Storybrooke and stepping inside brings back a rush of memories. Nothing has changed in the past three years, from the faded checkerboard floor to the old vinyl-covered booths. Granny used to love to talk about how she was going to spruce the place up but it was just one of those small town refrains. Like Leroy always being grumpy, or Dr. Hopper always taking the same route at the same time for his dog’s afternoon walk. They may as well be civic institutions.

It makes her wonder if her initials are still carved into the underside of the table in the back, or if they’ve been covered up by discarded gum. Neal had carved the two pairs of letters as they sat and drank milkshakes and plotted their escape from town. She can still remember the heady feeling when he’d taken her hand and guided her as she traced the letters and the heart that encircled them and has to shake her head at the thought. Leaving town and going to the big city was the refrain of half of Storybrooke’s teenage population, after all, not just her and Neal.

Henry heads straight to what she assumes is still David’s usual table and she slides in next to him so that they’re both facing the door and can see her foster brother’s face when he walks in.

“Do you think Mary Margaret will cry when she sees us?” Emma asks, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Definitely. You know they’re gonna want us to go stay with them, right?”

She snorts. “Four people living in that loft? I think we’re better off sticking with Granny’s, don’t you?”

“Yeah, probably.” He sounds fine with it but looks away with a frown and she narrows her eyes.

“Hey,” she says, nudging him with her elbow. “I’m sure you can have a sleepover or two while we’re here.”

Henry nods but she can see him putting his face back on — the same way she does most mornings — and shit, maybe her son isn’t as okay with the breakup as he wants her to think.

“Speaking of sleepovers—”

“Emma?”

Whatever Henry was about to say gets interrupted and they both turn to see her foster brother and his fiancée gaping at them from the doorway. Emma slides out of the booth with a grin and is almost immediately wrapped in a hug by David.

“What are you doing here?”

Emma just smiles into his shoulder for a moment before pulling away to hug Mary Margaret. “We thought we’d surprise you,” she says as Henry tackles his uncle.

“This is definitely a surprise,” the other woman says, squeezing her hands before letting go. Emma doesn’t miss the small frown when she notices the diamond missing from her ring finger but ignores it in favour of leading them all back into the booth.

“What time did you get in at?” David asks. He’s barely sat down before Ruby comes around with his coffee and Emma waves a hand to brush off the question.

“Late, we didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Mom dumped Walsh,” Henry chimes in helpfully and she scrunches her face up in distaste.

“What happened?”

Emma shakes her head. The last thing she wants is for David to get his hackles up. “It’s not important. I just thought a change of scenery would be a good idea for a little while.”

He opens his mouth to argue but Mary Margaret steps in instead. “You’re welcome to stay with us, you know,” she offers. “We might have only been expecting Henry, but we’d love to have you both. We can set up the air mattress, or maybe—”

Emma shoots her son a look out of the corner of her eye and he smirks. “We’re good, but thank you.”

David looks like he wants to question her again — she can just see them all piling up on the tip of his tongue. Are you staying the full two weeks? You always said you couldn’t get time off work, why is it okay now? Why did you leave the man who you were planning to marry? And she takes a deep breath.

“Should we order? Let’s order. Who’s having pancakes?”

Bloody hell is he glad to be closing up shop for the day.

The thing about running a store in a small town is that most days are the same and the only ones that are any different are the ones where something goes wrong. Killian had spent most of the morning tracking down a missing shipment from one of their suppliers and the rest of the day fending off Leroy’s complaints about their lack of his favourite hoochie lure.

(He swears, if he hears the word hoochie one more time today…)

It’s not the sort of day that leaves him wanting to go over to his brother’s, but family dinners were part of the deal they made when Killian took over the flat above the store so he has little choice. Liam likes to keep an eye on him, and he seems to believe that Killian would subsist purely on rum if not for his nightly, unappetizing attempts to sop up the booze in his stomach.

His brother took over household cooking duties once Elsa started chemotherapy, setting out to recreate the food of his and Killian’s youth. Which would be fine if he didn’t stubbornly misremember said youth. Despite Liam’s claims at being a great cook (“I raised Killian, didn’t I? He’s strong and healthy enough, if you ignore the last year.”) it was Killian who had manned the kitchen growing up. Liam worked to buy the food, but he never got anywhere close to actually putting it on the table.

Which means that nearly every night since he’s been in town, Killian has gotten to enjoy poorly cooked dinners and a brother who shuts him down every time he offers a suggestion.

Tonight, of course, is no different. Erik eagerly provides the conversation, detailing grandiose plans for his summer vacation, but Killian’s in no mood to show interest and watching Elsa push food around her plate turns his stomach. He pushes his chair back from the table about halfway through the meal, setting his plate on the counter with a clang and leaving the kitchen. He means to just take a minute, just a moment to himself away from everyone aggressively ignoring how not fine they all are. He just needs to get the tightness out of his chest before he goes back, makes his apologies, and makes his escape.

He’s barely left the room before he hears someone following and that tight feeling turns to frustration before he can tame it.

“Uncle Killian! Uncle Killian, are you leaving already?”

“Aye, lad,” he says, tamping it down as best he can and grabbing his coat off the back of the couch. “What is it you want?”

“I was hoping maybe you could teach me how to play guitar tonight. Dad said I’m old enough now, I can use his old one.”

The request makes Killian stop dead in his tracks and he turns to look from his nephew to the doorway where Liam is standing watching them.

“You put him up to this, then?” he asks, raising his chin to address his brother and ignoring the bouncing eleven year-old in between them.

Liam frowns and sets a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Go back to the table and finish eating with your mum, yeah?”

The change in the boy is immediate and they both watch him leave the room, suddenly fixated on his feet. Killian knows what’s coming next and already has a scowl ready when his brother turns and starts in on him.

“Would it kill you to—”

“Don’t pin this on me, brother,” he spits, cutting him off. “You know I don’t bloody play anymore. It’s not my fault that you went and put ideas in his head.”

“No, you don’t play anymore. You don’t do much of anything anymore, do you?”

Killian recoils but manages to keep from flinching at the barb. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I ran into Leroy today, he said we were out of stock on quite a few things.”

“Of course he bloody did. The man can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.”

Because obviously it wasn’t enough that he’d spent hours trying to track down the order, despite the fact that it was Saturday and most businesses were closed. No, the town tattle-tale has to rat him out to his brother as if it’s something that’s even remotely in his control.

“He shouldn’t have to keep his mouth shut, Killian!” Liam fumes. “What happened with the Golden Bait shipment?”

“How the hell should I know? It never showed up! Some days it’s like this town doesn’t even bloody exist for all the problems I run into when suppliers try and deliver.”

“Garth’s been selling to Atlantic Twine & Net since before I bought the store,” Liam says, crossing his arms. “Never had any problems with him in the past. If you’re not going to take this job seriously—”

“So it’s my fault then?” Killian retorts. Liam doesn’t answer and he grinds his teeth, hand clenching at his side. “Right. Well, this has been fun,” he says, voice thick with false cheer. “We’ll do it again tomorrow, shall we?”

Killian lets the door slam shut behind him and storms up the street back to his apartment. Jumping in the car he’s got parked around back, he turns the ignition and floors it down Main Street.

He hates this bloody town. Hates everything about it and there’s no way he’s spending the evening at home, above the store that’s given him nothing but grief all day. Thankfully, tonight’s the one night he can leave and not have to worry about fucking up his life any more than it already is.

Small towns have their benefits, Emma’s realized. And one of those is the ability to be in your pajamas at nine o’clock on a Saturday night, armed with snacks that you don’t have to share and settled in for a Mummy movie marathon. Henry’s traditional first-night-in-Storybrooke sleepover with John and Michael had proved the perfect excuse to not linger around the loft after dinner with David and Mary Margaret. She loves her foster brother, but constantly stepping around the topic of Walsh gets exhausting after a few hours.

David used to be content to let her have her space — to this date they’ve had exactly one conversation about the Neal debacle, where he promised to both always have her back and to never bring it up again. But apparently when she moved away from Storybrooke it triggered all of his protective instincts, even the ones that usually tell him she can take care of herself.

Emma didn’t come back to Storybrooke for an inquisition. She knows everyone has questions — she does too. She just needs a little more distance from it all before she can try to offer any answers.

She needs to remember how to breathe with her armour on again.

The door handle jiggles and Emma startles, eyes narrowing as she mutes the tv in time to hear a key being slid into the lock. She doesn’t know what kind of help Granny has hired in the time she’s been gone, but it’s way too late in the day for anyone to be changing sheets.

“Do not disturb!” she calls out but it’s already too late. The door opens to reveal a dressed-to-the-nines Ruby Lucas, garment bag in hand.

“Oh my god. It’s worse than I thought.”

Emma groans and sets her popcorn aside, shoving the blankets off in order to get up. “Still abusing your master key, I see.”

“I’ll have you know that it’s for emergencies. Which this clearly is. Here,” she says, holding out the arm with the garment bag. “Put this on, we’re going out.”

Emma tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms over her rubber ducky pajamas. Ruby had been the perfect partner in crime as a teenager but once she had Henry wild nights out got traded for nights in with movie marathons and nail painting. “I’m not going out, Ruby. But you’re more than welcome to join me for movie night.”

The other girl shakes her head. “No. No, not happening. You are better than this, Emma Swan. Is this what you would be doing on a Saturday night in New York?”

“I would be working on a Saturday night in New York. This,” she counters, waving an arm back at the snack-covered bed, “Is a great night off. I have no more desire to go drink in a bar tonight than I do to go work in one.”

“You’re letting him win, you know.”

“Where would we even go?” Emma asks, switching tacks. “The Rabbit Hole closed down, I saw the sign.”

“Rockland is like, a fifteen minute drive away. I will even be the designated driver, so long as we take your car ‘cause mine’s in the shop. Please, Emma,” she pleads. “I’ve missed you. And it’s been so long since I’ve had a proper wing woman. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Emma sighs and glances back at the tv and the bed where she’d been so comfortably ensconced just a couple minutes before. “Fine, give me the dress.”

She pulls it out and gives it a quick once-over in hopes of finding an excuse to shoot it down but Ruby did well. The leather mini dress is in her size and it’ll show a lot of leg but at least her chest won’t be out on display. Ruby practically sashays past her to sit on the bed, hitting the old mattress with a bounce that makes the coils creak in protest.

“Y’know,” Emma says, stopping at the doorway to the bathroom. “I’m surprised you haven’t re-opened the Rabbit Hole yourself. Weren’t you always talking about not waiting until you inherited Granny’s?”

“I thought about it,” she replies, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing a piece up before catching it with her mouth. “But something like that I’d want a business partner for and I haven’t found the right person yet.”

Emma knows a possible out when she sees one and she takes a few steps back into the room. “You know, I’ve worked in a lot of bars. I could give you some tips, if you want. We could get a bottle of wine, finish the snacks, enjoy some Brendan Fraser…”

For a moment it seems like Ruby might be considering it but then she claps her hands and stands back up and Emma knows she’s lost. “That sounds like an awesome idea. For another night. But right now, you need to go and get changed and then let me fix your hair and make-up so that we can go out. Go!” she says, turning her around by the shoulders and punctuating it with a little shove.

Emma rolls her eyes and flicks on the light in the bathroom. “It was worth a shot.”

“It sure was,” Ruby agrees. “But you need this. Trust me.”

Venturing out to a bar was a horrible idea, he thinks, cursing the fact that his sudden urge to get out of Storybrooke has got him surrounded by the company of strangers all of whom are eminently more sociable than him. He picked the bar because it was closest to where he parked but he can grudgingly admit that it does has some atmosphere. And it’s busy enough on a Saturday night that the noise drowns out most of the demons the booze leaves behind. (One of the downsides to drinking somewhere other than his apartment — he can’t have more than one or two unless he wants to sleep it off in the car.)

He used to play in similar pubs before he got the band together, when it was just him and his guitar going through a set list of covers with some original songs slipped in. It’s not like he hasn’t thought of picking it up again. Sometimes he even wishes he could. Back in those early days he sat on a stool with a beer at his feet and played for himself more than anyone else. Liam thinks that Killian doesn’t want to move on, but he’s wrong. It’s just that music changed for him as soon as he started working with Milah. She made him better. Made him a stronger artist in every way. He doesn’t know how to do on his own what they once did together, can’t even fathom writing songs without her as his partner. He’d always been a good lyricist, but Milah cut straight to the heart and gave his words a power that he’d never managed even with all of his tinkering.

Nothing else could ever measure up. It’s far easier to just drink his way through the memories instead.

The blonde on his right chokes on her drink, and it pulls his attention away from his thoughts and back to the little show that he’s been following for the past fifteen minutes or so.

“That’s awful!” she exclaims, pushing the glass away from her. “You call that a cocktail?”

Killian can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he tries not to be obvious about his eavesdropping. The woman and the barkeep have been a source of amusement since she took a seat next to him and apparently the would-be Romeo’s original creation does not meet the lady’s standards.

“Something funny over there, buddy?”

He shakes his head but can’t keep from needling the poor bloke. “Just glad I ordered something simple,” he says, raising his rum in salute.

The blonde eyes him skeptically before rolling her eyes and turning back to her suitor. “You know what? Just give me what he’s having.”

The new drink is delivered with a scowl and Killian offers his glass to clink. “You’ve crushed that poor man’s heart, love,” he remarks.

“He’ll get over it,” she replies, touching her rum to his and taking a sip. He follows suit, turning in his seat to face her better.

Killian can’t fault the bartender for making an attempt; she is absolutely stunning. Her hair tumbles in loose, long waves down her back and she’s wearing a tight leather dress that definitely didn’t come from any of the area’s meager retail offerings. He’s not had near enough alcohol to even consider making a pass at her, but there’s something a little familiar in the set of her shoulders and the way that she holds herself and he’s got his hand out before he can think better of it.

“I’m Killian,” he offers.

She shifts on her stool to look at him, glancing down to his hand and then back up to his face. He waits patiently while she eyes him and can’t stop his smile when her hand slips into his.

“Emma.”

One drink turns to two turns to stepping outside for some fresh air and before he knows it they’re crammed into the back of her Volkswagen beetle, making out like damned horny teenagers. She’s straddling him, her dress riding up her legs, hair falling like a curtain around them. The whole world has narrowed down to how she feels and tastes and Killian runs his hands up her thighs to push her down further, needing to feel her pressed where he wants her most.

Emma moans into his mouth when their hips meet and then breaks the kiss to shift a little, hiking the leather dress up to expose her ass completely. He bites at her earlobe when she settles back down, sucking it into his mouth as she sets an easy rhythm. Her nails dig into his shoulder, her other hand fisted in his shirt while she grinds against him and Killian sets to work kissing his way down her neck, paying attention to every little gasp and moan and sigh that she makes.

She’s fucking glorious. And he’s never going to see her again so he doesn’t hold anything back. He licks and nips and sucks hard enough to bruise, squeezing her ass and rocking his hips up to meet her. Emma drags his face back to hers and damn it but he wants to touch all of her. The leather is unbearably sexy but it covers too much of her chest for his liking. Killian traces the line of her underwear instead, urging her up a bit higher onto her knees and letting out a groan when he finds her soaked through her panties. He pushes the material aside and trails a finger up through her wet until he reaches her clit, softly circling the nub before sliding a finger into her.

Emma gasps against his lips, her forehead pressed to his. “More.”

He’s happy to oblige, adding a second finger and twisting his wrist to maximize his range of motion in the cramped space. He keeps the same rhythm that she’d set earlier, pumping his fingers into her while brushing his thumb against her clit with each thrust. Her nails rake down his chest, but the bug is too tight for her to reach where he’s hard and aching and she curses in frustration. Killian just chuckles against her skin and bites down on her shoulder.

Emma gives up with a moan and starts to rock into the thrusts of his hand. “Fuck, yes,” she mutters. Her breath hitches as he curls his fingers inside of her and then, “Shit, don’t stop.”

She’s close, her core clenching around his fingers and it’s enough to make his control snap. He needs to feel more, needs to see her come apart above him. Killian grinds out a curse and abandons rhythm in favour of speed. He catches her lips in a brutal kiss, squeezes her breast roughly through the dress until the moment she pulls away with a gasp. Emma trembles around him, her head rolling back as she rides out her high and he feasts on the sight.

She’s a bloody goddess, he thinks, gently removing his hand. Killian holds the two fingers up to eye level, wishing that he had more light so he could admire the slick coating of her release. Emma smirks down at him and then lowers her head, sucking his fingers clean and he bites back a groan even as his other hand grips her hip, pulling her back down to him.

He can taste her when she kisses him and his tongue seeks hers hungrily. He’s just about to go back for more when an ambulance passes by and Killian stiffens up involuntarily. The haze of lust clears without warning in spite of Emma’s hands sliding down his chest on their way to his belt.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on this,” she says, kissing a line along his jaw as she works at his pants. “Do you have any —”

“No,” he manages, hoping she’ll mistake the strain in his voice for arousal. A cacophony of sirens are going off in his head and he fights to push them away, to stay in the present with the gorgeous woman who’s on top of him.

It’s a losing battle though, always has been.

“That’s okay,” Emma murmurs, her voice full of promise. “There are other things we can do.”

He stills her hands when she jerks the belt open and her eyes jump up to meet his.

Killian swallows thickly around the lump in his throat. “Perhaps another time.”

“Seriously? Because I don’t mind.”

He shifts underneath her and forces a crooked smile which he knows comes off as more of a wince but he can’t find it in himself to be worried about the impression he’s leaving when his heart is hammering in his chest and the sirens won’t stop blaring and it’s too tight in the car, he needs to get out out out. Needs to get to her.

Emma practically falls off his lap and onto the seat beside him and he grabs for the door without thinking, scrambling out of the car and sucking cool night air into his lungs.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He’s bolted almost halfway across the tiny lot already but he turns around when she calls after him, her blonde hair falling around her face as she pokes her head out of the half-open door.

“Aye,” he croaks. “Goodnight.”

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cs smut #tortured musician fic #Steph writes fic

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The Godfather (1972)

Date Watched: 21st January 2017

Referenced in: 1x17, 2x14, 2x16, 3x02, 3x11, 4x01, 4x04, 4x07, 5x09, 5x17, 6x02, 6x04, 6x05, 6x06, 6x10, 6x21, 7x18, Summer and Fall

Rating: ★★★★☆

So the Godfather is referenced 5 bajillion times (enjoy those references below the read more) and is a classic. I had extremely high hopes for this film and I did enjoy watching it. The acting was impeccably and it was really well shot. I think a little was taken away with the horse’s head scene because who doesn’t know about that scene... which was surprisingly the only spoiler I knew before watching. I had a little bit of an issue with the predictability of it, housemate said it was cause I’ve watched too many films but I called almost everything before it happened (apart from the the guy who got shot 5 times death I don’t wanna give it away). It just about made 4 stars although it was pretty damn predictable, the acting was truly amazing and the storyline was pretty interesting.

(Other GG Movies I’ve watched so far)

(Full references under the cut)

1x17, The Breakup: Part 2 (2001) Lorelai tells Rory that her Dean box (a bo full of his stuff) is gone using a reference from this film - sleeps with the fishes LORELAI: Honey, good night. RORY: Mom… LORELAI: Yeah. RORY: Far, far away from the house ok? LORELAI: Hey, it sleeps with the fishes. RORY: Thank you.

2x14, It Should've Been Lorelai (2002) Rory and Lorelai discuss the "leave the gun, take the cannollis" line. RORY: Where do you wanna sit? LORELAI: I don’t know. Um, how ‘bout this table with it’s unobstructed westward view of the wide cosmopolitan expansive Klump Street? RORY: Tempting. Do you know that on a clear day you can see all the way to the garbage cans behind Al’s Pancake World? LORELAI: Hm. Or we could sit in the corner - you know, the Mafia table so that no one can come up behind you and whack you with a cannoli. RORY: Whack you with a cannoli? Oh, because he left the gun and took the cannoli. LORELAI: You’re so my daughter.

2x16, There's the Rub (2002) Lorelai calls Emily's limousine "The Luca Brasi-mobile." in reference to Luca Brasi a character from this film EMILY: [they walk to the front desk] Hello, I’m Emily Gilmore. This is my daughter, Lorelai. BOBBY: Ah, yes, welcome to Birch Grove. My name is Bobby. I have everything all set for you. Do you have luggage? LORELAI: Yes, it’s in the Luca Brasi mobile out front. BOBBY: Okay, well, we can take care of that for you. Here are your room keys and a copy of all of your spa activities. You ladies are booked solid, I see.

3x02, Haunted Leg (2002) Lorelai mentions Clemenza, a character in the film, who kills someone in a car. LORELAI: I know, but this goes against every rule I have in the Gilmore survival guide. Number one – no running with scissors. Number two – no pageboy haircuts. Number three – never ever have lunch alone with a mother. SOOKIE: It might not be so bad. LORELAI: Saying yes to this lunch with my mother is like saying "Sounds fun!" to a ride with Clemenza.

3x11, I Solemnly Swear (2003) Lorelai describes scenes from the film when talking about Rory’s issues with Francie LORELAI: Do you want me to talk to her? You know, arrange a sit-down? RORY: No, thanks. LORELAI: Come on. We’ll have it in an Italian restaurant. You’ll get up, go to the bathroom – thanks – and come out shooting, and then I’ll send you to Italy. RORY: Well, I do wanna go to Italy. LORELAI: Two birds with one stone, my friend.

4x01, Ballrooms and Biscotti (2003) Lorelai and Rory plan to watch the film. LORELAI: Pizza at John's. Um, Sunday, pick up all the stuff you need for school, and then there's a barbecue at Sookie's. Monday is mani/pedi, facial, haircut, go to the psychic, and stock up for Tuesday, the day of all days - Godfather I, II, and III, with extra showings of the Sofia death scene over and over as long as the Mallomars hold out. RORY: The perfect day!

RORY: Well, I'm not ready. I haven't packed. I have things I need to get. We were supposed to watch the three Godfather's and Sofia dying over and over and eat our biscotti and - LORELAI: Okay, listen, calm down. We just need to revise our plan. RORY: We were supposed to have a week. LORELAI: Okay, tonight we stay home and pack. Tomorrow we get up early. We'll get all the stuff you need, and that will give us time to watch at least two Godfather's and a Sofia dying. We'll still have a partial day and a great biscotti night.

LORELAI: Okay, let's sit. God, Mr. Jet Lag wants to be my best friend. RORY: Well, do you wanna go home and rest? LORELAI: No. We have a Godfather night to salvage. Check the list.

LORELAI: I'm not going. I'll finish up all the errands. RORY: Really? LORELAI: Yes. You go and you eat really fast and then get out of there. Meet me back here 9:30, 10 at the latest, and we'll do Godfather I through "Monday, Tuesday, Thursday," and a quick Sofia dying. RORY: Deal.

4x04, Chicken or Beef? (2003) Lorelai and Rory discuss scenes from the film. LORELAI: I own my own business now, Rory. I'm gonna have to deal with tiny men like Taylor all the time. You can't go around yelling at people, no matter how historical they might be. RORY: Bummer. LORELAI: You have to learn to separate the personal from the business. RORY: Okay. LORELAI: Remember in The Godfather, Michael telling Sonny how he was gonna kill Tattaglia and Captain McCluskey in that Italian restaurant? He lays out the whole thing very calmly, very unemotionally, 'cause that's what you do in business. RORY: Yeah, but then he went and shot two guys in the head. LORELAI: Okay, but I wasn't describing that scene.

4x07, The Festival of Living Art (2003) Rory references Sonny's (James Caan) line, "Badda-bing, you blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit." RORY: You are going to be the Renoir girl - end of story. LORELAI: How? RORY: Well, if they want an Anthea for "Portrait of a Young Girl Named Anthea," then they're going to have to have you for the Renoir girl. LORELAI: Well, look at you folding your laundry all haughty and powerful. RORY: Bada-bing all over his nice ivy-league suit.

5x09, Emily Says Hello (2004) Jackson speaks of threats from the film, specifically mentioning the fish on the doorstep, the horse head in the bed and "either his brains or his signature will be on the contract." [They arrive at Sookie's house – Jackson approaches them carrying a giant set of "stage scissors"] JACKSON: I came home from work, and I found these on the doorstep. What the hell is this supposed to mean? SOOKIE: Hon, maybe it's just a joke. JACKSON: No, this is not a joke. This is a threat. LORELAI: Yeah, those people at Butterick Patterns play pretty rough. JACKSON: This is the fish on the doorstep. It's the horse head in the bed. It's the "either your signature or your brains are going to be on the contract." SOOKIE: Jackson, calm down.

5x17, Pulp Friction (2005) Lorelai mentions, in passing, Connie Corleone's wedding day LUKE: You bring an enemy coffee cup in here on the day of our reconciliation. LORELAI [with a mobster accent]: At least I didn't ask you for a favor on this, the day of our daughter's wedding. LUKE: Get that coffee out of here.

6x02, Fight Face (2005) Luke mentions how Michael Corleone dealt with his brother-in-law. LORELAI: So, what do we do? LUKE: I'm gonna talk to TJ, but I'm gonna be smart about it, I'm not gonna spook him. I'm gonna be like Michael Corleone dealing with that slimy brother-in-law of his. Get a couple of tickets to a ball game, invite him along. And we'll talk about the beer and the hot dogs we're gonna eat. And then I'm gonna get him to admit that he did this. And then when we get in the car on the way to the ball park, I'm gonna put a rope around his neck and pull it till he's (pulls an imaginary rope) Dead! LORELAI: Wait, Wait! You're in the backseat? LUKE: Yeah! That's the best for garroting. Yes! LORELAI: No, he's gonna smell something fishy if you hop in the backseat especially if you're driving. LUKE: No, he's not that bright. It'll work! LORELAI: Why are you even buying the tickets? You could just sneak up on him and garrote him on the street. Save you the money.

6x04, Always a Godmother, Never a God (2005) Brian quotes "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" RORY: I'm just doing it as a favour for Sookie. BRIAN: Godmother, huh? (imitating Marlon Brando) Did you make her an offer she couldn't refuse? ZACH: (impressed) Dude! You nailed that! BRIAN: Thanks.

6x05, We've Got Magic to Do (2005) Rory says, "This is business; it's not personal." RORY: I really hate her! PARIS: They should die. RORY: I should probably give her a table. PARIS: What? RORY: Well, we have a spare table. We kept it open in case of something like this. I should give it to her. PARIS: But she doesn't deserve it. RORY: I know, but this is business. It's not personal. I should give her that table.

6x06, Welcome to the Dollhouse (2005) Kirk references the film when talking about getting on the wrong side of Taylor. LORELAI: But you and I talked about the street names only this morning! How could the Dragonfly already be off the map? KIRK: You know the old saying, cross the Don in the morning, sleep with the fishes in the afternoon. Plus Taylor has one of those really fast laser printers. LORELAI: This is not fair! The Dragonfly is a business in Stars Hollow! This is not right.

6x10, He's Slippin' 'Em Bread... Dig? (2005) Sookie tells her sous chef to "Godfather it up" after instructing him to add more garlic to the dish he is preparing. SOOKIE: Okay, where's the onions for my sauce? Who's my onion man? CARL: Right here, Sookie. SOOKIE: Okay, right here, Carl. I need them right there. Okay? Get the shallots in it. It's time. It's time! [She tastes a sauce.] Okay. Needs more garlic. Come on. Godfather it up for me. [To the woman chopping herbs] Good! Good, good, good. Good, good. Okay. If you can travel back in time and make me not make the veal and ham pate, I'd appreciate it. Talk me out of these things in the future, guys.

6x21, Driving Miss Gilmore (2006) Lorelai wonders if her parents had Clemenza hide a gun in the bathroom after they said they had lunch with Christopher RICHARD: Because there'd been a lot of tension between us about the tuition incident, and your mother and I thought it was time for a sit-down. LORELAI: A sit down what, did you get Clemenza to hide a gun in the bathroom first? RICHARD: We thought it was time to clear the air. After all, Christopher is Rory's father, and we wanted him to know there were no hard feelings.

7x18, Hay Bale Maze (2007) Rory compares Taylor to Don Corleone. LOGAN: And this hay-bale maze -- this is all Taylor’s idea? RORY: Yep. LOGAN: This is the same Taylor who is town selectman and owns two businesses. RORY: Yeah, he’s basically the Mayor of Stars Hollow and Don Corleone all wrapped up into one. LOGAN: That’s fascinating.

A Year in the Life: Summer (2016) Lorelai imitates Vito Corleone. LORELAI: [Imitating Marlon Brando as Don Corleone] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Consiglieri of mine, I think it's time you tell your Don what everyone seems to know. MICHEL: What? LORELAI: It's from The Godfather MICHEL: Eurgh, not The Godfather again. LORELAI: It has a quote for every circumstance. MICHEL: You don't have a wife. LORELAI: It's not exact. MICHEL: And who's Don? LORELAI: Michel! MICHEL: I'm leaving LORELAI: [sighs] I'm out of quotes.

A Year in the Life: Fall (2016) Emily says, "I just upped and pulled a Bugsy Siegel and made them an offer they couldn't refuse." EMILY: D'you remember the house your father and I would rent every summer? LORELAI: Of course. EMILY: Well I bought it and it wasn't even for sale! I just upped and pulled a Bugsy Siegel and made them an offer they couldn't refuse. LORELAI: Ok I think you just mixed your mob metaphors but I appreciate the attempt.

#the godfather #gilmore girls #movie references #r2 #r2x14 #r2x16 #r3 #r3x02 #r3x11 #r4 #r4x01 #r4x04 #r4x07 #r5 #r5x09 #r5x17 #r1 #r1x17 #gg movie list

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peggyobrennan · 7 years

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Identity Crisis Summer 2017

The world has twisted since this picture taken at National Rainbow Gathering last year, and so have I.

A deep depression has taken hold, even though I’m back on Cymbalta for it. I start therapy tomorrow, so let’s hope there’s at least no harm...

I must open up, in hopes there are hopes.

I tried writing about it, gonna share.

I called it: Identity Crisis Summer 2017:

So much irony having an identity crisis because I've come Home and am living with Family (blood, not Chosen). But I individuated so very very strongly, and then some. Ran away age 14, came back at 15. Ran away age 26, came back age 30. Ran away last spring, came back now. Moved to the other side from family of Rock Creek Park (after months in the mountains) to raise my kids in a diverse community, against Dad’s wishes, and ...I dunno, was he right? After age 10 they had a less privileged upbringing, which turned profoundly underprivileged, and now the side effects of poverty haunt us.

More irony is that there are facts of my existence that are very unusual, yet I feel nothingness, emptiness, clear vast blank, which is sometimes euphoric but mostly terrifying. I have rare traits, and I didn't fabricate them. Like I birthed twins, accidentally concieved but profoundly WANTED, and their dad was/is a sh*t. He did things that would be impossible in the age of social media, even tho I understood we had an open marriage. Use your imagination.

I have the drive that artists have, yet the unmotivated state of a depressive.

One of my beloved musical partners said a year ago, “Oh, are you just gonna do Walkabout?” and my answer was YES, sincerely, but I kept letting my non-shine-ity hold me back. And I got wrapped up in some dreamtime, sorta. I DID go many many miles and have lots of adventures and see scads of sights. Then NYC in April/May was kinda painful, cuz I THOUGHT I could do the job at the lovely Ganas Community, but they let me go and my poverty mentality grabbed their offer of “Sure take the whole paycheck, but be gone if so” (it's more complicated) and I regret that, MAYBE.

Maybe not, cuz my daughter DID get deep strong benefits from Mom being Home. Until we clashed last week when I got profoundly triggered and alienated her. (Which would explain Strong Sadness) Prayers requested for HER healing, which'll overflow to US.

IS there such a thing as a Healer who loses her sh*t, gets profoundly triggered and alienates her beloveds? Why yes, every shaman I know personally (and there are many) does that. But I then doubt my healing abilities. The Wounded Healer is a real thing but your own healing should have actually happened! Mine has, but I guess I'm in relapse.

Yet, last Solstice, 3 weeks ago, the circle I was part of insisted on my priestessing some of our process, and I did it. And my daughter lovingly attended with me, and she knew the Spiritual Giant Women who were in the circle since her childhood. That is good, deeply good.

Then on our way out that beloved young woman said I was like “comic relief for the circle”, a jester's role that sometimes (frequently) works for me. But does that mean I was justified in reading about Pierrot's Columbine's and Harlequin's poly triad (my take) for HOURS the other day, learning way more than I can use about jesting, and dreaming more?!? I don't know. I sure do love learning and exploring. And dreamtime.

Also on our way out of Solstice ritual my daughter called her twin brother to describe our antics. The wondrousness of shamanic dancing. I THINK she was telling that, but I have Selection Bias, though I KNOW she was delightfully recalling.

He wasn't there because 1)it's a women's circle, not my choice originally 2)he insisted there is no such thing as spirituality, though I would love him to argue that I've also got THAT wrong.

He, my beloved son, called me last Saturday, after I spent Friday night in the hospital. He showed his philosophical bent and worked to reassure me that everything is ok, bless him (oops). He Stood Up for Mom. See, my siblings? This is an excellent young man. Period.

They'd been recommending surgery, which is always to be avoided. I have a complicated medical history that is disgusting and infuriating to hear. So I'll spare you, even though it matters for this. Most pertinent NOW is that the red streaks radiating from the (internal) wound are gone and the pain is too. And more surgery would undoubtedly cause more adhesions which started this whole thing, besides incompetence of medical professionals. See my performance piece entitled A Scar Is Born, with the happy face ending. It isn't online; hopefully someday. I waver between open book and discretion. Frustratedly. Of course I would benefit from a manager and an agent.

I am in limbo of sorts. I have deep friends, and also am “getting the word out”, and the fact is, I use social media a lot. If it isn't interactive, social media can be mentally harmful. Sez I and others.

Home? Hometown? My family of origin has rejected me harshly, mostly in those microagressive ways, but more. Attempting to have my children removed and put in foster care in 2006, and other outrageous treatment of my children and me. Cousins and extended family are quite decent and loving. One must mention the mental illness of my older sister, who fixated on me (and mine) or decades, wrangling other family against me. Though it began very young, that's over now.

Part of my family's rejection might come from the fact that I am not straight. I was born with the bisexuality. It's true that I wouldn't have had to act on it, even though I already had at age 7, and then how about this one: I truly am gender nonconforming. I was in a theatre play at at the age of 12 in which I played a man, so maybe that's to blame, but I was always been told to be more ladylike, and only with the recent freedoms granted have I not had massive angst about clothing. Instead I've been doing drag surreptitiously for over 3 decades. At an all girls camp, one must have “drag”, teehee. The girl who played the (cross dressed) lead was stunning and talented and I had a big crush. Didn't recognize it for what it was. Nowadays I would have been allowed to. A few weeks ago I was in line at a pharmacy and the person behind me didn't think I was moving fast enough, so they said “Ma'am? Uh, sir? Erm. There's a space in front of you.” Just a few days ago at the hospital my attending physician asked if I was sexually active, immediately following with “Male? Female? Both?” to which my easy answer was “Both”. Because she offered me that option and it is truth. Before our recent liberations, I would have had to quickly discern how to honestly answer, so as to not offend the doctor and stay pertinent to the case. MY gender and sexuality are twisted together, but please know that they are not the same thing. Always the activist, another problem of mine...

More reason to not feel nothingness: I'm a recovering alcoholic addict, and the stats are low for longterm recovery. Another rarity. I have become a sort of 12 Step Junkie, so I have that indoctrination of “A day without ____ is a productive day”, but... it rings hollow too much, so YAY for all the other tools. Like not isolating and having a network of people, but ironically I am only speaking with one or two f2f. Depression is contagious; gods forbid I bring it on you. My latest are NarAnon but the Most Useful is Underearners Anonymous. Here's how I'm not gonna break the 11th tradition: I know people in those programs, and I did not say I was a member. This is the 1st time I've ever even come close. My intense fear of doing a wrong thing is probably at play here.

Furtherly ironic is me not playing music with others, or at all; more of the self-destruction of depression. Until yesterday, I hadn't picked up my guitar in 9 days, practically a CRIME for a string player. One benefit of being in my home city COULD BE the network of musical connections that I truly developed here. Just a few years ago there were several public events where when I showed up without my instrument, I got scolded. But I need Right Livelihood, and there are many factors that have made music not my livelihood.

Yet I still am having a massive identity crisis. And having the classic symptoms of depression, Very Low Motivation, confusion, sadness, indecision, vicious cycles of ill health due to lack of self care, because... what's the use. It is significant that I went for medical care the other day and fortunate that I did. I will never suicide; I could not do that to my kids.

I am researching grad school to get a master's in psychology and become addictions counselor, hopefully utilizing my BA in studio art, my musical core, my jesterly nature, and my initiation as shamanic healer. Attempting research while wasting time, cuz I aint worth the effort, and having fabulous sammiches.

Obviously I am also hyper-graphic, compulsive with many things, and am knowingly using the hour of Good Mood that follows Morning Coffee to write this. I'm also considering full time work for a friend's Green Company, secretarial stuff. I do hope they actually noticed how genuinely butch I am, and heard me when I said grad school is likely in my near future.

Anyway, idletime is for the birds. Though I'm tremendously grateful for the Soft Landing that my auntie is providing for me here in NW DC. I just wish I wasn't living alone, but a beloved cousin has invited me to her beautifully crowded house in Bethesda for grad school time, and we're talking.

This beautiful picture of Rainbow Gathering 2016 feels worlds away. In many ways, it is. But I myself took it, and I was there. Sincerely. Just because the Spirit Names I have been given didn't stick, and I look like a Failed Soccer Mom with the S.A.D. Diet to strangers (deformed belly with that old wound, & authentic Nighttime Binging Disorder, please don't shoot me), doesn't mean I don't have relevant vital depth and value.

Depression sucks. It killed many members of my family and it's not gonna take me.

I'm just changing, and seeking. I was a performance artist, I was an illustrator, painter, my writing has been published, I will always be a musician, even if I believe people who consider females incapable of that, eff that. I am a multimedia artist. I put on an excellent concert 10 days ago. I had a visual art exhibition 16 months ago. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and goldangit I handled the weirdest election in US history in a coal town, worked their general store, then worked in another pretty-well-integrated-with-mainstream commune (my preferred lifestyle, attempting freeganism, seriously) in NYC and … I'm gonna figure out how to tell these tales. And integrate them with my life.

#depression sharing bipolypagan

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