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Roo and BG

1. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Roo and Baby Girl are pretty chill on their date nights. Usually a beach walk with Tramp after some pizza is what they want. But a perfect date for them might include Roo taking BG back up to Del Mar to visit the hot sauce restaurant and the silent disco from their first date. 

2. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids’ movie?

Baby Girl is going to be the one in tears saying, "Why the fuck did this stupid movie make me cry?" while Roo chuckles and rubs her back.

3. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Roo likes hitting it from the back. I would venture to say that having sex in the kitchen with his now wife bent over the kitchen counter might be his favorite. He loved the way she fills out her khaki uniform pants from the very first moment he first saw her, so I think he really likes her ass. 

4. Where does Roo see himself in ten years? Where does BG see herself in ten years?

I love this question. Roo probably sees himself in a bit of a different role as an aviator. Perhaps dividing his time between flying and teaching. I've touched a little bit on him being a guest teacher at Top Gun, but I think that's a role he could eventually be really comfortable with. Baby Girl's career goal is to be the head of her own lab. I think she'd be happy to stay in San Diego for her whole career since she established her place there even before she met Roo. But I think I can speak for both of them when I say that in ten years, they would love to be parents. 

5. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

6. For your headcanon party... How many kids do Bradley and BG have?

Bradley and Baby Girl have [REDACTED]. And we will get into that even more in Always Ever Only You. 

7. Roo and Baby Girl: what are their dream vacations?

I think they would love to go back to Hawaii someday and relive their honeymoon. I also think a hot sauce/spicy food trip through South America or Asia might be in their future. I could also see them in a cabin on a snowy northern California mountainside, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet. 

Beer Boy and Sugar

1. A little Heady for Beer Boy and Sug. Favorite place to have sex in the frat house?

Kitchen counter or on the beer pong table. 

2. How many kids do Beer Boy and Sugar want to have or do they not care how many they have?

Beer Boy would probably have as many kids as Sugar wanted. But I don't see her getting pregnant again after this. It's a one and done for her, because she is very serious about her career. Peep more of this in the upcoming Grateful Dad part 2.

3. Who is more possessive, Sugar or Beer Boy?

Beer Boy. I don't think Sugar is very jealous, and that plays a big part here. Beer Boy on the other hand has shown himself to be possessive of his Sugar when it comes to certain fraternity brothers of his and certain coworkers of hers. 

4. What do you think would have happened if Beer Boy and Sugar had run into one another when she was in grad school?

Wow, okay. If Beer Boy and Sugar had run into each other while she was still in grad school... I think they would have had that instant chemistry again. I think it would have felt a bit like the beginning of Right Girl, Wrong Time when they spent the night together after their ten years apart. But I don't think either of them were at a place where they could have really made it work out, even if they wanted to. Bradley was still all over the place with the navy, and Sugar was still working at such a crazy pace to get her PhD. And I think that if they ran into each other after four years apart, they wouldn't have had that same opportunity they got after ten years. 

5. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date is a night at the movies where they just make out through the entire thing. 

6. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

I actually don't see either of them doing this!

7. What is Sugar’s favourite work snack?

Beer Boy packs Sugar's school/work lunches when he's not deployed! I like to imagine that he packs her a little bento box with different things in it. I think her favorite snacks would be the fruit and nuts portions that he lovingly packed, knowing she would need some 'brain food' to get her through her day of teaching math.

8. What do Sugar and Beer Boy end up naming their future kiddo(s)/how many do they have?

Just you wait for The Grateful Dad part 2. We will learn more about [REDACTED] Bradshaw. 

9. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Beer Boy loves when Sugar rides him when he's sitting down. He also knows how much she likes riding his thigh and leaving him with a marked up pant leg. And surprise: he likes it, too.

10. What would be Sugar's reaction meeting Maverick after Beer Boy told her about him pulling his papers?

I think Sugar will always be a little wary of Maverick. She met Bradley when he was still pretty fresh from the catastrophe of having his papers pulled. She saw how much that (along with losing his mom) affected his time in college. Sugar would be cordial to Maverick as long as Bradley told her that they were on good terms again, but I don't think she'd ever be a big fan.

11. I know this is so random, but for your HC party, I need to know, is/ was BeerBoy the frat bro who played cornhole or the frat bro who play disk golf?

Just beer pong.

12. What would Sugar have done with her degree if she hadn’t become a teacher? What was her second choice for her career?

Sugar always intended to be a college math professor. I think that was her goal early on when she realized just how freaking good she was at math, calculus in particular. If she didn't go into academia, I think she could have worked for NASA or Boeing or even a federal research lab!

13. Does Sugar plan to keep teaching after Jerry Garcia Bradshaw Bean is born? Or have they gotten that far yet?

Sugar does plan to keep teaching. She loves it a lot, and she doesn't want to take too much time off. She's kind of lucky she got a tenured position at San Diego State University, so she can at least take a little bit of time off after being pregnant (I could go on about how the structure of the American workforce and economy is designed to negatively impact women and minorities, but I'll just leave it right there).

14. Is Sugar her honorary call sign with the Daggers? I know they all have called her that, but she’s the only one who can call him Beer Boy, so do the same rules apply? Or is she just universally known as Sugar?

Nat knew all along that Bradley called her Sugar and that he was still in love with her when he started flight school. I think she would let Nat get away with calling her Sugar, but I also think that Nat is the dagger that she is the closest with. The two women fell into a fast friendship as soon as they met!

15. Is Bradley gonna be Beer Dad now, or just the grateful dad?

You know, I think he'd gladly answer to either one of those if Sugar said it! But he is forever the Grateful Dad. 

16. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Beer Boy and Sugar: Easy to Love You by Grateful Dead

17. I know deployment is covered a lot in your stories. How does Beer boy and Sugar handle it? I mean yeah they’ve been apart for 10 years but I’m sure after that it’s kind of hard for them to be separated from each other. How do they handle being separated again?

I think Sugar is a bit of a loner by nature. Being on her own doesn't particularly bother her, so she does pretty well without Bradley. She still misses him like crazy, of course, and she has a countdown to the minute he returns to her. But she spends her time alone being productive at work and having fun with Nat. Beer Boy is the one who kind of goes to pieces. He worries if Sugar is going to eat well without him at home, or keep the house clean, or remember to sleep. And he has a million photos of her over the past ten plus years on his phone that he spends all of his free time looking at. 

Coach and Kitten

1. Who says sorry first in an argument? Who can hold a grudge longest?

Kitten says she's sorry first. She will fold under that kind of pressure. After spending so many years with Danny, she turned into a bit of a people pleaser, but she's getting better about it now. Luckily Coach would never try to force her hand in an argument. He's quite patient and even tempered for the most part.

2. What about Coach and Kitten and their favorite sex position?

Coach loves going down on her. He's a pussy eating king. I'd say his favorite thing would be eating her out until she cums and then fucking her missionary until he cums. 

3. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date is probably a night out at the batting cages with Everett. If they can get some time alone (if Bob and Molly watch Ev), a bottle of expensive champagne on the beach followed by some stargazing would be a perfect night.

4. Between Coach and Kitten, who is the "discipline" adult when it comes to Ev?

Kitten is the disciplinarian. Coach Bradley is the fun one. However, if Ev really, really needs to be disciplined because of something more egregious, I think Coach would step in. And I think Ev would definitely learn his lesson.

5. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Kitten. I can see Kitten and Ev both scared or crying during a movie while Bradley has one arm wrapped around each of them.

6. So, we know Coach loves Kitten in leopard print. However, would Coach ever give Kitten a glimpse of him in leopard print? Ya know, maybe a leopard print banana hammock (iykyk)? I think Kitten would really enjoy that.

I am kind of speechless. He would look hot! I think Kitten would love it, too! And Bradley would find it kind of funny to wear it for her, but of course as soon as he knew she was into it, the thing would be on the floor. 

7. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

I answered this one above... Coach loves going down on her. He's a pussy eating king. I'd say his favorite thing would be eating her out until she cums and then fucking her missionary until he cums. 

8. Sooooooooo, we know that Coach and Ev are getting a Phillies man cave, and it’s also the guest bedroom. Would Coach and Kitten ever consider breaking it in?

100% they broke it in before the baseball decals were fully stuck to the walls. That's their favorite spot for a quickie. 

9. What's Coach's favorite part about living with Kitten and Everett?

Coach loves that he feels included. They all take care of little things for each other that make up the big picture. He also loves when Kitten packs him lunch in a brown bag with little hearts on it. He also loves helping Ev with his homework, because he gets drawings to take to work in return. 

10. Has Coach ever told Kitten about his mom and dad? What memories has he shared about Carole and Goose if he has?

Coach told Kitten all about Goose and Carole. And he told her that he was a little afraid that he was going to fail at being a good parental figure for Ev. But Kitten assured him that he was more than enough. I think that Coach told Everett about going to Phillies games with Goose when he was tiny (he even has a photo of it). And about how Carole got him the stuffed Phanatic after Goose died. And he told Ev that he's in charge of taking care of the Phanatic now. Also, Ev starts referring to Goose and Carole as his grandparents when he asks questions about them, and it makes Bradley cry (Grampa Goose and Gramma Carole).

11. I need to know everything the Coach fam does on their vacays to Philly, including but not limited to stalking Citizens Bank Park. I also need to know how many days start with a pork roll, egg, and cheese. (If it’s not everyday then I have some concerns)

Every day starts off with a pork roll, egg and cheese bagel. They visit the Liberty Bell and do all the touristy stuff in Old City. The boys laugh at how it looks like Ben Franklin is peeing off the top of City Hall. They visit the oldest zoo in the country. Then they eat soft pretzels and tomato pie for lunch. Kitten tries some water ice. Then when they get to Citizens Bank Park for the game, they are all decked out in their Phillies gear. Coach drinks a Yuengling. Kitten has a Yards Pale Ale. The three of them share cheesesteaks and crab fries. The Phillies win, and it's fireworks night. It's the best day of their lives. 

12. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Technically, Coach and Kitten's first dance was to Take Me Out to the Ball Game. But their song is Just Like Heaven by The Cure 

13. Kitten walking in on Ev when he has a girl in his room and he thought he was home alone.

Kitten would panic! It could be totally innocent. Like 16 year old Ev with a crush on their neighbor. But Kitten would absolutely panic and have a full family conversation about it that night. And then Bradley would end up having a conversation about sex with Ev which would make Ev want to die. But at least he would walk away knowing all about condoms and how to use them. 

14. Coach and Kitten: we all know that Kitten doesn't want to have another baby, but do you think that the two of them would ever consider adoption? Or is it just no more kids, period?

I don't know that adopting a child would be in their future. Kitten is so happy with Everett as an only child, and she wouldn't want to start over again with another baby. However, under certain circumstances, perhaps they would adopt.

Daddy and Princess

1. We already know that Daddy and Princess can’t get enough of each other…would pregnancy change that?

I think Daddy's hands would be on Princess constantly. He'd definitely have a bit of a breeding kink, and I think he'd love it if she were pregnant. It would probably also make him even more possessive. 

2. How is Daddy reacting if he ever runs into Greyson or the other two dimwits?

Punch in the face on sight. KO'd. 

3. Headcanon for Daddy and Princess. What is a date night like for them without Noah?

Without Noah, Daddy is going to take Princess out to a restaurant that she thinks is too expensive, but he's going to tell her a million times that nothing is too good for her. 

4. Who says sorry first in an argument? Who can hold a grudge longest?

Daddy apologizes first. Princess can hold a grudge, especially if she knows she is right. 

5. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date with Noah would be taking him to the children's museum and then to the beach. Their perfect date without Noah would be a fancy dinner and then drinks at a speakeasy. 

6. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Princess cries at all of them.

7. Between Daddy and Princess, who fell in love first and what happened to send them head over heels?

Daddy knew he was in love first. He was falling steadily in love with her as soon as he met her, but it took him a while to catch on. And he was ready to say it with intent after he rescued her from Greyson's frat house. Princess held out a bit longer, but then she just tumbled over the edge into love shortly after Bradley came clean about Meredith and the lawsuit. She was still surprised to hear him say the words, but she knew she was in love, too. 

8. What is Princess’s favourite book to read to Noah?

This is tough, because honestly she spends a lot of time reading to Noah. I think fairy tales, because Noah called her the Princess from so early on! 

9. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Daddy likes taking Princess so many ways. Missionary so he can watch her pretty face. Standing up in the shower is a favorite with him holding her against the wall. He also likes to make her squirt, and he knows how to do it like a pro now (overstimulation is key). 

10. Would Daddy ever consider having another baby? This time with Princess? I know they both love Noah to pieces, but is it in the cards for them?

Would Daddy consider another baby? Sign him up right now. The man is thinking about it all the time now that he's really with Princess. He'd start trying to get her pregnant tomorrow if she indicated that's what she wanted. Noah would be an amazing big brother. 

11. Do Bradley and Noah attend Princess’s graduation? Does Bradley push to the front row of seats so he’s certain she’ll see them?

Well now this is absolutely a headcanon. Thanks!

12. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Daddy and Princess: Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

13. Does Princess have a favorite trait of Bradleys? And vice versa.

Princess loves the things about Bradley that perhaps he's not exactly crazy about himself? She loves that he's kind of technologically inept and likes to do things the old school way (she's kind of an old soul herself. She's very mature). She loves how bad he is at cooking, because slowly but surely, he's getting better. She loves the way he loves Noah. She loves how gentle he is. Physically, she loves his hands and his smile and the fact that he has a few gray hairs. Daddy first and foremost fell in love with the way Princess just seems to fit with him and Noah. She and Noah were like two peas in a pod, and Bradley could tell his son trusted her. He loves that she's smart and sweet, but she's not a doormat. He loves that she gives people a second chance. He loves the way she takes care of little things that he wouldn't remember to do. Physically, he loves that she looks innocent, and he loves how perfectly she fits next to him in bed. He loves that she tells him she feels safe with him.

14. If Princess could plan the perfect date for Bradley what would it look like?

She would joke that she's going to take him out to play BINGO and have a senior citizen early bird dinner at 4:00 pm. But in reality, she would plan a night at home. Sexy cooking lessons where she's dressed in basically nothing while she teaches him how to cook something, and then they eat it together. They probably have sex at that point before heading to the living room couch to snuggle and watch a movie.

15. Does Princess have a place that she'd love to show Daddy and Noah?

I think Princess would absolutely love to take the boys to Disneyland! She knows Noah would have a blast, and Bradley would probably grumble a bit before he conceded that he was having fun.

16. Princess walking in on Noah when he has a girl in his room and he thought he was home alone.

Princess would probably just ask them exactly what was going on, making both of them blush as they responded. She would stand in the doorway with her arms crossed until they both shuffled out of the room, and then she would have a long discussion with Noah. She'd also tell him he needs to keep his bedroom door open.

17. Rooster and Princess: what was the moment that they knew that whatever was between them was love?

I think for Daddy, watching one of the interactions between Princess and Noah was the first time the word LOVE was triggered in his mind. I think for Princess, the first time she heard Bradley say he needed her, she could feel it start to bloom inside her.

Bob and Molly

1. As a Mobaholic, I must know…how do you think Bob would react to seeing Molly in maternity lingerie?

Bob goes literally bonkers over the way Molly looks, even when she's wearing her scrubs after a work shift. So lingerie is going to make his jaw drop. Maternity lingerie is going to make him feral, because he is SO excited to be a dad and raise a child with her.

2. Why is Molly so insecure about Bob? Why does she have so low self esteem?

Molly is very outwardly secure with herself. She's beautiful, and she kind of knows it. Guys like her. They always have. But as far as relationships go, she always thought she didn't have much more to offer beyond a face and a body that got the job done very well. She never had a guy appreciate how funny and smart she is until she met Bob. And that made her feel very insecure inside. She was instantly afraid that the other shoe was going to drop at any minute, and that Bob would realize that Molly was just a pretty, disposable thing without real substance. Because she never really gave herself the credit she deserved as far as her personality and spirit were concerned. But let me count the ways... Molly is: hilarious, caring, honest, trustworthy, intelligent, hard working, loving, loyal, strong, empathetic, warm and so many other things besides physically pretty.

3. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Bob feeding Molly sushi in the bed of his truck at an outdoor concert just after sunset.

4. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Molly sobbed at the Lion King with Ev, so I'm going with her!

5. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Bob's favorite position is whatever Molly feels like treating him to. She's adventurous in the bedroom, and he didn't know how much he was going to love that until he experienced it. If he had to pick, he would say he likes it when she rides him cowgirl. He also likes uniform time and domming her.

6. We've seen a little bit of Molly and Kitten's family life in both The Batting Practice and the Curveball. And we've met Piper and Bob's sister and family as well. But what was Bob's childhood like? How has that changed what he looks for in a romantic partner?

Bob grew up on a ranch in Wyoming before his family moved to San Bernardino, CA. He's the baby sibling behind Rebecca and Rachel, and he was always a little bit of a reserved misfit. He liked being outside and keeping himself company more than anything else. As far as what he wants in a romantic partner as an adult... I'd say Bob is used to being overlooked. When he catches someone's eye and they let him know he's something special, that really is a surprise to him. So being with someone who wants to show him off and tell him how wonderful he is makes him happy. He's also going to look for someone who is smart and honest. I'd say those are his top two non-negotiables. 

7. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Bob and Molly like to argue about this. She thinks All Day and All Of the Night by The Kinks. He thinks You Really Got Me by The Kinks. Same band, different songs.

8. Bob and Molly: what was the thing that first attracted them to the other?

If we are being completely honest, Bob almost fainted the first time he looked at Molly. He just thinks she's that beautiful. And then she was looking right back at him, coining the term Coach Cute Glasses right away. So he was surprised to find that beautiful Molly was biting her lip and grinning at him. Molly thought Bob was adorable. Tall, strong and handsome, but so gentle with the tee ball kids. And when she could make him blush a deep crimson without doing much of anything, she was hooked. 

Other

1. What do you love the most about Baby Girl/Kitten/Molly/Sugar/Princess?

I LOVE THIS! 

What I love most about Baby Girl: She is so unapologetically smart. And she lets herself feel all of her emotions and form her own opinions. She is a good friend. She doesn't change anything about herself to fit what someone else thinks she should be.

What I love most about Kitten: She is the best mom to Everett, even though she doesn't give herself enough credit. She juggles so many things so elegantly. She takes care of the people she loves. She works hard.

What I love most about Sugar: She knew what she wanted in her career, and she really went for it. She is reserved and thoughtful, but she's still bold. She works tirelessly as a college professor, because she cares about her students. She gives second and third chances. She is fair and loyal.

What I love most about Princess: She is sweet and gentle. She is instantly likeable. She is young but not immature. She's an old soul. She can take whatever she's given and work it into something special. She has a great imagination. She always tries to find the good in people. 

2. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position? Also, I wouldn’t hate it if you answered this question for BG’s Jake, too.

Okay, okay. Alright. We haven't seen this from Jake per se, but I can tell you a little bit anyway. Jake in the Roo and BG universe has a bit of a reputation. He's a rake, similar to how Roo was. He has hooked up with a lot of the women on base, and he's not really trying to hide or deny anything. In bed, he likes to sit back and enjoy things. That's not to say he's not an active participant, but he definitely is one who is going to make his partner feel like the star of the show. He talks a lot in bed and is encouraging. He prefers his partner on top. He also likes doggy style, getting his lips and his encouraging words right next to your year. "You're doing great, darlin'."

3. We saw roo get a bit more dominating in part 4 of “a love you don’t find every day” (which is one of my favorite scenes across your series’ ). do you think any other universe bradley’s would ever try this with their respective partners? or would roo ever try that again with bg?

Hey! I loved that chapter! Roo would absolutely try that again with BG. I think Daddy would love to get a little rough and demanding with Princess, too. I would love to explore that. (We have also seen how much Bob loves to dom Molly in The Curveball).

4. OMG what are the coaches' walk up songs???? And Everett’s?? And Kitten and Molly’s if they had one???

This is so important to me:

Coach Bradley- Panama by Van Halen

Coach Bob- Raise Your Hands by Bon Jovi

Kitten- Centerfield by John Fogerty

Molly- I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow

Ev- Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO

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Javy 'Coyote' Machado x gn!Reader Headcanon

You're married to Javy 'Coyote' Machado, but you're Jake 'Hangman' Seresin's ex.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: One mention of sex, heartbreak - not a warning but no mentions (to my knowledge) of readers gender.

You met Jake when you were in your late teens after deciding to move from your small hometown to San Diego, California.

Jake was attending Top Gun, and was a few years your senior. You both decide to take things slow and get to know each other. 

You spend the next several years into your early twenties dating Jake and traveling to wherever he goes. You love getting to explore the country and try new experiences.

After being together for so long, you think that Jake is ready to propose to you. Jake, on the other hand, is not keen on the idea of settling down.

Because of “your differences”, according to Jake, you break up. 

You’re devastated, having thought that Jake Seresin was your one and only. 

You move back to your home state, throwing yourself into your career.

You spend the next few years working at a start-up firm that eventually hits the ground running, with you being in their corporate field.

While visiting San Diego for a business conference, you go to The Hard Deck and run into Phoenix. You met her through Jake, and although you weren’t super close, you still considered her a friend.

You catch up with her, and she’s not surprised when you tell her that Jake broke up with you. She’s empathetic towards you, and eventually you decide to take a selfie together.

Phoenix shares it to her social media, which prompts Jake to see the photo. 

You’ve already flown back home when you see a follow request from Jake on your Instagram. Skeptical, you accept it on a whim.

You had gotten over Jake a long time ago, but it still hurts to see that he’s engaged to a model-type who is way out of his league. 

You follow him back, although neither of you interact with each other besides liking the occasional post.

Ever since you had followed Jake on Instagram, you’d made a point to be less active on all of your socials and focus on yourself.

Deciding to get back into the dating scene, you download a couple of dating apps.

You have a few dates here and there, but many of them don’t work out.

That is until you meet Javy Machado. He’s also a Naval Aviator, but he doesn’t act the same way Jake did.

You and Javy do long distance for a while before you decide to start working remotely so you can move in with him. 

Life is sweet to you and Javy. Although he travels a lot for work, any time he is home he dedicates his time to you and your love.

After being together for a year and a half, Javy proposes to you, and you can’t say ‘yes!’ fast enough.

You’re both overjoyed, and only tell your close friends and relatives. 

A few months after your engagement, you and Javy decide to elope in the Grand Tetons. 

The pictures from your ceremony are stunning, and you can’t help but post a few photos of you in your wedding attire on your socials. 

You leave Javy out of the pictures, operating on a consensual ‘private but not secret’ basis.

Phoenix and others congratulate you, but you can’t help but feel a little torn by the fact that Jake doesn’t like or comment on the photos. 

You speak with Phoenix a short time later and find out he had called off his engagement and is living the single life. 

Your conversation makes you realize just how invested you seem to be in someone else’s life.

You decide to delete all of your social media to give yourself peace of mind.

You spend your honeymoon in the Caribbean Islands.

The next couple of years go by without a hitch, and you couldn’t be more in love with Javy.

When he gets called back to Top Gun, you decide to stay behind because of some projects at work. 

That doesn’t stop you from texting Phoenix, who has also been called back, asking her to watch out for him.

Phoenix obliges and gives you updates.

Once back on shore from the detachment, Javy is hanging out with the Dagger Squad at The Hard Deck when he reveals that he’s married.

Everyone is shocked, and they practically beg him to show them photos.

Phoenix can’t help when her jaw drops at the sight of you and him. Even though she knew, she was still surprised.

Jake remains silent, sipping his drink.

Javy can’t help but question it, but he doesn’t say anything to Jake at the time.

When he comes home, you’re so relieved. 

Javy tells you he wants to invite the whole squad over to meet you, and so they can all get together during their leave period. 

You’re more than happy to have company.

You spend the next several weeks planning the party and the dinner. 

The day of the party, you greet everyone with an excited smile, hugs and laughs are exchanged.

You can’t help your disenchantment when Jake walks through the door. 

Javy practically tackles him to the floor in a hug, which makes you realize how close they are.

You avoid Jake at all costs, spending time with Phoenix, Halo and Rooster on the deck.

Your stomach drops to your feet when Javy steps out, asking you to speak privately. 

Jake had told him about your past relationship.

He asks you why you didn’t ever tell him that you had dated Jake. You can see the hurt in his eyes.

You choke up trying to explain to Javy that you didn’t tell him because Jake was the dark part of your past, and that you took years to recover from the emotional and mental damage it did to you. 

Javy is understanding, and you both agree to be more transparent about your past, and your future.

You’re reluctant when Jake steps into the room and Javy leaves the two of you to talk.

You can’t face him.

He tells you that he still loves you, and he always has. 

You can’t believe your ears, especially since Jake had been the one to split the two of you up.

You tell him that you’re flattered, but that quite frankly, he had lost his chance all those years ago, and that you won’t let him ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

After your talk with him, you spend the rest of the party in Javy’s arms.

Once the party is over, Javy and you have the most mindblowiing romantic soft sex you’ve both ever had.

When you wake up in the morning, you can’t believe how lucky you’ve gotten, and you can’t wait to see what the future holds. 

#javy coyote machado #javy machado fluff #javy machado #javy machado headcanon #javy machado imagine #javy machado x reader #coyote #coyote x reader #coyote x you #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #tgm #top gun fanfiction #topgun #top gun fic #top gun #topgunmaverick #glen powell #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x you #jake seresin #hangman imagine #hangman top gun #jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin x you #jake seresin x you #top gun headcanons #headcanon #top gun headcanon

[afpwestcoast]

The Observatory North Park, San Diego, 12/9/23

Though we were in a different city the setup for this show was very similar to last night in LA: large, ornate theater with a barricade keeping people back from the stage. But this was no impediment to the band torching through a stellar set.

Amanda calls me Tom the Critic because after shows I have a tendency to skip over the OMYGOD THAT WAS AWESOME part and pick nits over minor issues. It’s a character flaw; I’m working on it.

After this show I took Amanda’s face in my hand, looked her in the eye, and said, “Amanda, you know I love you, but I am about to tell you something that you probably thought you’d never hear me say.”

“Oh god,” she replied, bracing for the worst. “What is it?”

I leaned in close and whispered, “Perfect show. No notes.”

“AWWWW!” she said as she melted into my arms for a big hug.

And it really was a truly stupendous show, but even so it came close to being overshadowed by the after party.

Amanda’s sister Alyson (of forced wedding / gross cake fame) was in town for a hematology conference, and her “book doula” Jamy Ian Swiss lives in San Diego, so they were both there.

I convinced them - and Amanda’s brilliant long-time sound guy Dave - to join us for drinks at Part Time Lover, a nearby combination bar and vinyl record store. As we headed out I snuck up behind Amanda and said, “I think I just convinced your sister to come out drinking.” She said, “Yeah, that tracks.”

The place was jammed with a boisterous young crowd when we arrived, but we closed the place down and there hardly was anyone left by 2am.

I got to learn about Alyson’s efforts to cure cancer with targeted drugs and Dave’s work training the next generation of sound engineers. That was lovely, but Jamy stole the show. Or rather, put one on.

Knowing him primarily from his work with Amanda on her book, I thought the magic was a bit of a side hustle. When I asked, “Are you any good?” his look said, ‘I will tolerate that because you are buying me drinks,’ but his mouth said, “I am much better than good.” And then he pulled out a deck of cards and proved it.

I had never actually seen close magic up close, like literally standing next to the magician. Let me tell you, it is quite an experience. You know it’s a trick, you know he’s doing something, but you cannot see anything, which makes you start questioning your sanity. He really is much better than good.

After we closed the bar Dave and Alyson bailed but Jamy soldiered on and we went to an all-night diner where the spirited (pardon the pun) conversation continued until we finally parted ways around 4am. This was one for the annals.

Annotated Set List:

Good Day

Sex Changes

Gravity

Backstabber

My Alcoholic Friends

Shores of California

Delilah (featuring Veronica Swift) Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham cover)

Another lengthy intro before launching into a set of new songs, although this didn’t feel like the angsty delay tactic of the previous night but just bringing the audience up to speed on what was about to happen. Mister God

By way of introduction to the next song Amanda said that the friend who was the first person she sent it to when it was finished was in the audience.

“A really dear friend of mine is in the audience tonight … his name is Jamy Ian Swiss and he’s a man of many talents, among them: he’s an incredible professional magician. But he also helped me write a book called “The Art of Asking,” which was kind of a magic trick itself. Over the course of working on this book together he got to know me very very very well.”

And I thought, ‘Oh yeah I need to party with this guy.’

Houdini

Believe it or not, as Amanda was telling the background story of the next song, there was another medical emergency that necessitated bringing up the house lights, same as the previous night in LA. Once again the staff was on it and the band and the crowd were very respectful.

Afterwards Brian said, “It is actually really amazingly rad to have venue after venue’s staff come up to us after shows and go, ‘Your crowd is really awesome; they’re really good people!’”

Whakenewha Amsterdam (Jacques Brel cover)

Another Christmas

Boyfriend in a Coma

The Runner

The Nail (Amanda on synthesizer)

Coin-Operated Boy

“We don’t take for granted that we’ve been a band for 23 years now and without a record out since fucking 2008 and like a thousand people still came to see us play. That does not necessarily have to happen when you’re a band. And so we want to thank every single one of you for just like loving us and believing in us.”

Merch commercial

Astronaut (A Brief History of Nearly Nothing) (Amanda Palmer cover)

War Pigs (Black Sabbath cover)

—

Girl Anachronism

Photo Gallery:

The scene of the crime.

Ready to Rock! (photo by Deanna Aliano)

The Dresden Dolls!

Delilah

Amanda is WAY up on the balcony for Amsterdam

The many faces of Brian Viglione

Merry Christmas motherfuckers

Technicolor Dolls

Beautiful shot of Brian by Deanna Aliano

Big finish!

#amanda palmer #dresden dolls

[the-active-news]

How Much Money Do Damon Welch Have In 2023?

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Raquel Welch, 82, passed away today. Welch "died away quietly early morning following a brief illness," according to her manager Steve Sauer, who confirmed the tragedy people. The actress dies leaving behind two children in addition to a legacy in beauty, cinema, and television. She gave birth to Damon Welch and Latanne "Tahnee" Welch during her marriage to James Welch, her high school sweetheart. Even though James and the actress separated in 1972, she has occasionally been spotted out with her kids throughout the years. Here is all there is to know about Welch's kids. Damon wed Rebecca Trueman, a cricketer for England and the daughter of Fred Trueman, in June 1991, Welch chose a low-cut black dress for the wedding, and several media outlets reported that Damon and Rebecca were at odds with Welch over the attire decision at the time: https://twitter.com/BeingBoycie/status/1625982088821325825 Damon Welch: On November 6, 1959, Welch and her then-husband James Welch received their first child, a son they called Damon Welch. Damon appeared with his mother on various occasions over the years. Damon accompanied his mother to the 46th Academy Awards in April 1974, where Welch presented. This was one of Damon's earliest public performances. He went with her to a lot of additional award ceremonies and premieres, such as the Crocodile Dundee 2 Hollywood premiere in 1988 and the 39th Annual Emmy Awards in September 1987 (seen above). Latanne "Tahnee" Welch: on December 26, 1961. Welch had her first child at the same time that her career was beginning to take off. With breakthrough performances in 1966's Fantastic Voyage and One Million Years B.C., Welch made her film debut in the middle of the 1960s. Welch revealed in a prior interview with Oprah Winfrey how her early profession hurt her family. "I couldn't always be with my children when I wanted to be because I'm running around the world and being Miss Sex Symbol and having this big job in cinema and everything," she added. I eventually realized that this was having an impact on my children, and it used to make me very sad.

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[insaneoldme]

Can you rec buddie fics? Pretty please?

OMG it's my time to shine, bitches!!!

Sorry if I went a little nuts, but this fandom has some of the best writers I've ever seen. I have 186 Buddie fics bookmarked in my AO3,

I'll link here if you are interested in taking a look cause if I put them all here it would be too long. Also, I tried to show here some fics I very rarely see recced, and a little bit o the classics. This fandom has some very underrated authors, everyone in my bookmarks is worth taking a look really.

Please take a look at the warnings before reading, enjoy!!!

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies (Rated E )

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

My Heart's Been Borrowed by ElvenSorceress (Rated E)

aka the one where Taylor gives Buck his ultimate fantasy and uncovers far more than either of them expected, forcing him to confront his long held feelings for Eddie

Half Awake in Our Fake Empire by HMSLusitania (Rated E)

Buck 1.0 fathered a child and Buck 4.0 comes into custody.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) (Rated E)

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

Keep It On by R_E_R6 (Rated E)

When Eddie walks in on Buck, bent over in nothing but a hoodie, their plans for the night immediately change. Buck's outfit though? Well, Eddie requests that it stays the same...for reasons.

Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold by ElvenSorceress (Rated T)

Buck nearly loses everything and Eddie has to follow his heart

hungry for your love by evcndiaz (Rated G)

prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"

or; breadsticks are a metaphor for love and boning

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests (Rated M)

A glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

when things fall into place by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Eddie asks Buck to move in with them during lockdown to help look after Christopher, which leads to certain unresolved feelings being resolved.

Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

Evan "Buck" Buckley has made a name for himself as the independent bad boy of archaeology. At least, until Professor Eddie Diaz shows up with his fedora and good looks and starts beating Buck to the punch more often than not.

Buck hates his stupid six-pack covered guts.

Except for how... he might not.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates (Rated E)

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.

But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back.

He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head.

ripples all the way down by iriswests (Rated M)

christopher partakes in some parent trapping

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings (Rated M)

Evan Buckley is lost.

It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door.

Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name.

Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico."

And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?"

In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

fireflies where my caution should be by littlesnowpea (Rated M)

“You never talk about your parents,” Eddie says, which is not even remotely what Buck expects Eddie to say. He frowns, tilts his head, but it isn’t a question, as evidenced by Eddie charging on. “I never asked because I figured it was your business, but the look on your face any time they’re brought up tells me you don’t get along.”

Buck swallows hard, against a lump in his throat. His parents? Eddie’s right, he never talks about them, for good reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, not sure what he’s even going to say.

Eddie takes it as the answer Buck is trying to make it out to be. He squeezes Buck’s wrist again, takes a deep breath, like he’s on a call with someone who’s panicking. Buck finds his breathing slowing to match Eddie’s, and Eddie nods as Buck gets it under control.

“There are people on the porch,” Eddie says, voice even. “Saying they want to meet their grandchild.”

Asked, Offered, Given, (He's) Taken by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

People like to flirt with Buck on calls. It kind of makes Buck uncomfortable.

And that makes Eddie frustrated.

I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.

Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

Memorable by JessicaMDawn (Rated T)

Six times Buck got recognized by people he saved during the tsunami, and how his team realized he was a hero.

All Bets are Off by NobodyKnows_U (Not Rated)

Or, the five times the firefam realized Buck and Eddie were in love, and the one-time Eddie finally did something about it.

fire on fire by extasiswings (Rated T)

Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.

Better Together by Randomfandombloggs09 (Not Rated)

5 times Eddie sees Buck wearing his last name and 1 time its not just his

Daddy and Pops by EdithBlake (Rated M)

When Christopher calls Buck 'Pops' things get a bit confusing. Buck and Eddie have a talk with Christopher that ends up with both of them being even more confused by how right it sounds.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (Rated E)

unknown sender: Hi!

unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run.

unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way.

sent: hey um

sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but

sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

the dream you wish will come true by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Christopher Diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when Evan Buckley is right there.

vienna waits for you by mottainai (Not Rated)

Eddie doesn't deserve a soulmate.

Work Husband by hideeho (Rated T)

“What...what have you done with Buck?” Eddie is going to kill him for messing with his phone. No, that’s too extreme. He’s going to maim him. Just a little.

“Check under H,” Chim offers helpfully, shooting a look over to Hen with a smirk.

Why the hell would he be under—

Then he sees it.

Husband.

Bad Neighbors by firstdegreefangirl (Rated E)

Eddie's new neighbors are keeping him up all night. He calls on his best friend for a little taste of their own medicine.

Cross the Line by Sirencalls (Rated E)

Eddie laughs, short and quiet and almost to himself. “No. If you want to learn, then I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Buck is pretty sure his brain stops working. “What? Why?”

Eddie turns to look at him and steps closer, their chests only a few inches apart. “Because there are people out there who will take advantage of how naïve you are. They’ll hurt you, and I won’t.” Eddie’s eyes are so intense that Buck doesn’t have any choice but to believe him. “If you want someone to do this for you, to—to dominate you, it has to be me. I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”

pretty in pink by dykeevans (Rated E)

Buck forgets that he and Eddie made plans to hang out until Eddie shows up and Buck's in the middle of laundry day.

His laundry day outfit consists of a small pink crop top and grey sweatpants.

Eddie loses his damn mind. Me too, though, me too.

the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Rated G)

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Something Old, Something New by dumbhuman (Rated E)

“Damn, I love weddings!” Buck’s face lit up as he closed the door.

If asked later, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to explain what came over him in that moment to make him ask the question. Or, at least, he wouldn’t have wanted to explain. The exhaustion was an easy excuse, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t a real one.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

one of the few things by thatnerdemryn (Rated G)

five times that Eddie tells someone else that Buck is Christopher's legal guardian plus one time he finally tells Buck.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu (Rated T)

“Why is everybody taking my relationship status so personally? Can’t I be fine with being single?” Buck said.

“Hey, you don’t have to say yes, be sad and alone if that’s what you want,” Josh replied. “But, I’m just saying. I’ve seen photos and this guy is volcanic levels of hot. Also, single dad, super cute kid. Saves lives for a living like you. I think you should give it a go.”

(the one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there)

Keeping It In The Family by Wolves_of_Innistrad (Rated T)

A young man shows up at the firehouse looking for Buck. Turns out Javier was a Bartender with Buck in Mexico. He’s back in LA, looking to reconnect and very flirty. Cue Eddie realizing Buck is not as straight as he thought.

kiss me (like your ex is in the room) by rebeccaofsbfarm (Rated E)

Eddie Diaz gets drunk and protective and signs up for a fake double date to get back at his friend's ex.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania (Rated M)

An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is… missing presumed.

While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home

All my Buddie AO3 bookmarks

As I said this fandom has some very talented people, some of my favorite Authors's Tumblrs below, I recommend all the things they wrote and their blogs are very good.

@elvensorceress, @hmslusitania, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @extasiswings

For gifs:

@arrenemris, @skylessnights (very lovely AU gifsets)

@from-nova(good gifs & content)

For Podfics: @mistmarauder everything she ever read is amazing, her podfics are high quality and she has a very lovely voice and her presence calms me down lol I recommend it

I'm sorry there are a lot more people but I'm kinda in a rush haha most of the people I follow are amazing, but the ones I mentioned here are enough to get you started or entertained for a while.

Buddie fics are amazing, this pairing has spoiled me so much, everyone I met because of it is nice and so active and talented.

Sorry mutuals if I forgot someone! 

I hope I helped Anon, have fun!

(Tell me if any link is wrong please, thanks)

#buddie #buddie recs #recs #fic recs #911 on fox #911fox #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ao3

[wyofabdoms]

Undercover I Do - Chapter 5

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.

Rating: Mature (Eventual smut)

Warnings: fake/pretend relationship, married and undercover trope, temporary amnesia, hospitalization, blood and injury, swearing, awkward Javi, unrequited feels, mentions of sex toys, feelings, pining, 

Word Count: 3132

Notes: You're released from the hospital, and Javi sets up house. While doing so, he stumbles across a couple of things that make him feel all kinds of ways!

Read on Ao3

You were released from the hospital two days later under the stipulation that you were to rest and were not to return to any kind of active field duty until fully cleared by the doctor and his medical team.  Over the course of those two days, some of your memories had seeped back in, like figures appearing through thick fog and slowly taking form and shape.  But, it seemed to you, not any of the really important ones were returning.  You remembered now some specific events from the last two years of your time as an agent: big busts you had made, critical incidents that had ended badly for your agency, colleagues that had been lost in the line of duty.  You had been able to recall many details of your work against the worst of the drug cartels in Colombia from the last two years and even further back...but most memories of things from the past three or four weeks were still a grey void with nothing in them, not even shadows to hint at memories waiting there in the fog.

You were rarely alone at the hospital: if Dixon was not sitting at your bedside, then Javi was there in her place. Between the two of them, you had managed to scrape together some large pieces that were missing about your relationships: you had worked with Dixon earlier in your career in San Diego and when she had risen in ranks and earned a seat down here in the thick of things, she had brought you along with her.  You had the feeling that she viewed you as a bit of a protege and you felt confident that the memories you had of her support and backing of you were true.  Memories about your relationship with Javi proved to be a bit more difficult to get confirmation on.  While both Dixon and Javi were very willing to discuss and confirm anything you asked about your mentor, when you inquired or asked for clarification on your history with your husband, both agents seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering you.  Dixon was more guarded than Javi and the older woman would often change the subject as quickly as she could when you asked her about your husband.  You got a distinct sense that she did not approve of your marriage to the man you had been partnered with during your time here.

You remembered that was how you had met Javi; you had been assigned as his partner.  You remembered the earliest days of working with him: how he had flirted with you and you had rebuffed him, how there had been moments when your partnership had skated the line of something more.  But it was only the older memories that seemed to come clearly to you...the closer to present day you came, the emptier your memories became.  You had tried to remember when exactly your relationship with Javi had made the jump from work partner to life partner.  When and how had the two of you told each other how you felt?  And you had zero memories of a proposal, a wedding....no memories at all of how it felt to touch and be touched by the handsome man who spent hours sitting in comfortable silence next to your bed. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him questions about those things...not yet.

Surprisingly, Dixon was the one who escorted you when you were released.  After the older woman saw you carefully buckled into the passenger seat of the car, you inquired as to why Javi wasn’t the one driving you home.  Dixon’s eye flickered behind her dark sunglasses, and she mumbled something about him getting your apartment ready for you. She assured you that he would be waiting at your home when you got there.

Your home.  For a moment, your stomach sank, thinking about how you would be going back to a place that was foreign to you but was supposed to be a safe haven, a refuge, the home you shared with a husband you were supposed to be in love with.  Would you remember any of it?  Would anything that you found there help jog anything loose in your memory?

You could only hope.

***

“Fuck!”

Javi growled as he struggled to keep a box from teetering off the pile of other boxes that it was precariously stacked on.  His hands were full of his clothes on hangers, halfway between the box he had just removed them from and the clothing pole in the closet.  He had been struggling most of the morning with lugging half of his possessions down the two flights of stairs of their shared apartment building and trying to make it appear as though he had lived in this apartment for longer than a few hours.  Both he and Dixon had agreed it would be best for her to return to familiar surroundings...but they still needed to keep up the premise that the two of you shared a life together.

Javi had never given much thought to domesticity.  The closest he had ever come was Lorraine...and the brief moment of introspection he had had when he had seen her those several years ago at that wedding.  Thoughts had crossed his mind then: what would it be like to have a wife, to wear a ring on his finger, to have promised himself to someone forever?  To have a future that was shared with another person?  To make important decisions with another person and not just on your own?  To have 2.5 kids and a house?  But he hadn’t spent too much time dwelling on it simply because none of that was really who Javi was, was completely unimaginable to him.  He had never once really thought that sort of life would ever be one he would want, much less be able to live.  And, quite honestly, he wasn’t all that sure that that kind of life was one that he deserved.

Now, it seemed, life was playing a little gag on him: turns out maybe there WAS a way for him to see if married life was for him...although he did hate the fact that his partner had had to be injured in the process.  

One thing he was certain of at the moment, though: if getting married and divvying up and combining possessions was as big a pain in the ass for real as it was for this farce?...Well, that was a strike against matrimony in his opinion.

At first he had merely grabbed a small duffle bag full of items; things he thought he might leave at a woman’s house if he was spending the night or a weekend: a change of clothes, toiletries, firearm.  But when he had let himself into her apartment two floors below his in their building, it had struck him that that wasn’t going to be good enough. 

Her apartment was lived in.  Unlike his own, which he realized now seemed a little sterile and cold, her’s was warm and (though not a word he often used in his vocabulary) cozy.  She had artwork on the walls, shelves full of books from all different genres...even a few board games and some well-worn records on the record player stand. He spotted a rolled up yoga mat under a bench beneath the window and a couple of handwritten recipes and smiling photos tucked under bright magnets on the refrigerator. Her bedroom smelled of lavender and soft vanilla; the bed was neatly made (again, unlike his own) and dirty clothes resided in a hamper rather than tossed carelessly into a corner. The spare room that served as an office housed neatly organized work related content and photo albums of people from home, holiday decorations stashed under the guest bed; her closet had her clothes neatly organized (by color, who knew!?). He had quickly come to the conclusion that he might need to put a bit more effort into this charade.

So he had proceeded to spend the next several hours being swept into a whirlwind of imagining what a shared space would look like if the two of them were actually married.  He had started with the few books he had in his own apartment; a few biographies, some car magazines and a ratty copy of “The Art of War” and “The Hobbit”.  He had jammed them onto the neat bookshelves in her living room before returning quickly with some of his own records: some Cumbia records and an Eagles album, which he shuffled in with her own Steely Dan, Creedence Clearwater and Three Dog Night. 

He didn’t have much to contribute to the kitchen besides a few bottles of whiskey and a bottle of tequila next to her own bottles of red wine.  He had pulled a photo taken when he graduated from high school from his wallet and placed it on the fridge next to one of her with her huge family.  He paused a moment to assess the contrast in the two pictures: her in the midst of her five older brothers and parents, all wearing matching Christmas sweaters...him standing bashfully and stiffly next to his dad, who grinned proudly at the camera, one arm awkwardly slung over a teenage Javi’s shoulder.  The bathroom didn’t take long, either.  He added his razor, a bottle of Old Spice, and his toothbrush and comb; he glanced into the medicine cabinet as he placed his deodorant there and eyed what looked suspiciously like a package of prescription birth control...his mind started to wander and he slammed the cabinet door shut, heading back upstairs to his apartment for another load.  

He had strong-armed his clothes still on the hangers into some file boxes to make them easier to carry down the stairs, then had hauled shoes, underthings, suits, jeans, and (what he had not really realized until this moment) a ridiculous amount of the same style shirt in different colors downstairs and was now trying to wedge them into one half of her closet, trying to make it look like they had been there for a while and doing his best to not become buried by the haphazardly stacked boxes.  Once the last set of shoes was stuffed into the closet next to a pair of sky high red heels he had never seen her wear before, (he was CERTAIN he would have remembered those) he opened the dresser to shove his socks and underwear into a drawer and gulped. Staring back at him was a drawer full of his partner’s bras and panties.  

For a moment he felt like a creep pawing through her underwear drawer, but he steeled himself and carefully nudged the sensible pieces of cotton material to one side of the drawer.  As the material shifted, he spotted a brief flash of red lace and something that could be black and leather, but he refused to investigate any further; he could feel his face flushing and his heart pounding harder.  He dumped his own underwear into the drawer and shoved it closed, sighing with relief and opening the next one; socks wouldn’t cause his mind to wander into dangerous territory nearly as badly!  He carefully shoved the rolls of clothing to the side to make room for his own once again and felt his hand hit something.  His breath hitched as he uncovered what was very obviously a vibrator.  Next to it was a tube of lube and a small box about the size of a deck of cards.  Try as he might, he could not stop himself from carefully tilting open the lid of the box...Javi was quite educated when it came to knowing his way around a woman, but he was clueless as to the purpose or use of the two small colored balls nestled into the velvet inside of the box...although he was pretty sure he at least knew where they were supposed to go.  

His mind clouded with images of his partner stretched out on the bed behind him, bringing herself to orgasm using these items and he felt himself harden in his jeans.  He let out a puff of air and carefully nudged the items to the other side of the drawer, reburying them beneath the socks as they had been before.  He piled in his own footwear, then shakily closed the drawer, still trying to blink away the images playing out in his mind.  He wondered what her face would look like as she came apart.  What did she sound like?  Did she cry out when she reached her peak?  What would his name sound like tumbling from her lips in the middle of her climax, what would she taste like…?

He stormed out of the bedroom, furious at himself for going down that path.  He felt like a pervert, getting so turned on after snooping through her personal effects.  He was angry at Dixon for insisting that they do this; but he was frustrated at himself, more.  He shouldn’t be going through her things like this.  He splashed some cold water on his face from the kitchen sink and trudged back up to his own apartment, pacing for a while once he got there, trying to both ease his erection as well as determine what else he should bring with him back to her apartment.  His eyes settled on the shoulder case that had been retrieved from the house that had been used in the undercover operation.  He pulled out the two framed photographs that had been next to “their” bed; the photos that she had referenced when she had first woken up.  He stared at them, thinking that if he hadn’t been present at the time they had been taken, he would have believed they were real, too...that they were actual photographs of two people madly in love with each other.  

Maybe…

No.  He stuck both pictures under his arms, grabbed another box filled with work files, tossed his favorite ashtray and lighter in the box along with one or two small tchotkes, a couple of coasters and a small plastic plant from the window sill, and made one more trip down the stairs.  He dispersed the items randomly throughout her apartment, thinking to himself that it at least gave a more unified image of two different people existing within the same space.  

He hauled the box of paperwork into her second bedroom converted into an office space and plopped it down on the desk, taking one or two folders and strewing them about the top of the desk, again in stark contrast to her own organized, neat piles.  It started to reflect their separate desks at work now, which he found convincing.  He sat in the desk chair for a minute and quickly shuffled through the small desk drawers, double checking for anything glaring that might be difficult to explain.  As he opened the bottom drawer, his eye caught a blue leather bound notebook.  Flipping through it, he saw pages and pages of writing in his partner’s familiar handwriting.  As he thumbed through, he was startled to spot his name on one page.  He carefully flipped back, scanning the writing and was surprised to find that it actually appeared quite often.  He turned a page and began reading from the beginning:

“Everything sometimes feels so incredibly heavy here.  The job, the humidity, the pressure of being a woman in this man’s arena.  I hate it!  I hate that I have to be strong all the damn time.  I hate that it feels like I can’t seek the same comforts as other women...even if I have insisted that it be this way.  I’m so grateful and proud of myself...most of the time...like 95.5% of the time.  The other times, I just wish I could let myself cry when something heartbreaking happens.  When someone says something scathing that hurts my feelings at work.  When I watch Javi go off to sleep with yet another woman.

Javi.  That feels so heavy all of the time, too.  I can’t seem to ever level myself out when it comes to him.  Some days he drives me absolutely insane and I want nothing more than to bash his face in with a paperweight.  Other days, I just want him to put his arms around me and hold me.  Not do anything or say anything, just hold me tight…because he is, truthfully, the only single person that I trust.  

And yet, am I fooling myself in saying that...in saying that I trust him?  Because do I really?  If I really trusted him, why don’t I just go to him?  He only lives two floors up.  Why can’t I knock on his door and fling myself into his arms and kiss him and feel what it’s like to press my body against his?  Why can’t I bring myself to do that?  Well...probably because I don’t really ACTUALLY trust him...not with that part of myself.  Javi is the man I want having my back in a shootout...but is he the man I want to be next to me every night when I fall asleep and every morning when I wake up?  I dream about him sometimes...about him being in my bed with me, but we’re usually not sleeping...we’re doing everything but.  I dream about it and then I wake up feeling empty because he’s not there, because it wasn’t real.  The emptiness is heavy, too...”

Javi clapped the journal shut, feeling his stomach churn.  He shouldn’t have read that and guilt thrummed through him.  These were her private thoughts; never meant for anyone else but her to read.  Once again he felt like an intruder and he loathed himself...Dixon...that asshole Ortiz...for putting both of them in this situation.  He dragged a hand over his face, growling low in his throat.  He looked down at the box at his feet, still open with a few files and the two photographs staring back up at him.  He reached in and took out one framed picture, sitting it upright on the desk: the “engagement” photo.  He took the “wedding” picture out and then tossed the journal into the box, carrying both items from the home office.  He carefully set up the photo on a bookshelf in the living room, then put the lid back on the box and headed back up the stairs to drop the box off in his apartment and lock up.  Before he left, though, he made sure to slip the freshly cleaned gold band onto his left ring finger.

His wife would be coming home any minute now.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,  Chapter 9, Chapter 10,  Chapter 11,  Chapter 12,  Chapter 13

#javier peña x reader #javier pena x female reader #narcos #javi #pedro pascal fanfiction #fake marriage #undercover marriage

[sambergscott]

teddy from jazz brunch

pregnant amy bumps into teddy on a case ft a very ridiculous bonus scene at the end

The wait for the bomb squad to show up is always an anxious one. Especially when the guy running it is an ex that has proposed to her three times since they broke up and the last time she saw him he tried to stop her wedding. She can’t tell whether the fluttering in her stomach is the nerves about the case, seeing Teddy again, the baby kicking or a combination of all three.

“Apparently they’re five minutes out,” Rosa informs her, returning to the scene with two to-go cups. She hands Amy the soothing ginger tea and keeps the coffee for herself.

Amy sips the herbal tea, scrunching up her nose in disappointment. She’d much rather have a coffee and a shame cigarette or two but her doctor probably wouldn’t approve. Nor would she want to do anything to harm their little Shrek.

“You think there’s any chance Teddy has given up his super cool bomb squad job and retired to the South of France before he’s 40, do you?”

“No, I don’t think there’s any chance of that. I worked with him last month.” Rosa narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What’s wrong?”

She knows her so well. It’s kind of annoying, considering how little Amy knows about her, but she’s always had her back, especially since Jake went to Florida. She feels comfortable confiding in Rosa more than almost anyone (except Jake) and lets all her worries slip out.

“I haven’t seen Teddy since the wedding and what if he proposes again or tries to hit on me or acts weird about the baby?”

“Then I’ll punch him for you,” she says without hesitation.

And Amy knows that as a Police Sergeant and soon-to-be-mom she should not condone violence of any kind, but she’d be lying if she said Rosa’s words didn’t bring her a teeny bit of comfort. Maybe aversion therapy is the only way to stop Teddy’s toe-curling declarations of love. Every time he tells her he still has feelings for her: punch. Every time he gets down on one knee: kick. He’d probably have a dozen broken bones before lunch and still propose as the paramedics loaded him into the Ambulance.

“Santiago,” Rosa mutters, nodding at the swarm of bomb squad trucks pulling up outside the warehouse.

Teddy is the first one to jump out and walk towards them.

Crap.

She practices the breathing techniques from the lamaze class they went to last week and hopes he’s gone blind or doesn’t recognise her or will walk straight past them and talk to the other officers gathered nearby.

No such luck.

“Sergeant Santiago,” he grins, his eyes clearly lighting up when he sees her.

She smiles awkwardly back at him. “Lieutenant Wells. Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too,” he responds, sounding a lot more genuine than her feeble attempt at a nicety. “Still married?”

Oh, boy. He lasted all of what, ten seconds?

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, showing off her ring.

“Happily?”

“Very happily,” she insists. She tries hard not to roll her eyes. There’s a bomb that needs diffusing, she needs to be professional. She lowers her hand and instinctively rests it on her bump. Big mistake.

Teddy’s eyes follow the movement then widen like saucers. “Oh. You’re - oh - OK - wow.”

“Yep. I am.”

He looks back at her - his expression filled with a weird concoction of disappointment, confusion and hope?

She’s a great detective, she’s great at reading body language in interrogations and anticipating what a suspect is about to do next. She knows when her husband is happy, sad, horny; she knows when he’s had a shitty day at work and just needs to snuggle up with her and watch Die Hard and when to blast Taylor Swift and dance around the apartment. She knows her unborn baby is most active at night when Jake pulls up her shirt and tells him about all the fun things they’re going to do together and that he hates the smell of Boyle’s lunch as much as she does. She can even tell how Captain Holt is feeling.

“Is it mine?”

And OK, she didn’t predict that.

Despite her expert intuition skillz (with a z, her husband is rubbing off on her), she could have never predicted that. She doesn’t even know how to respond.

Thankfully, Rosa steps in.

“You haven’t slept with her in over five years, dumb-dumb. It’s Jake Peralta’s. You know, her husband. The guy who broke you two up.”

Amy bites her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I remember him,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. “Nice to see you again, by the way, Detective Diaz.”

“The feeling is not mutual,” she responds.

He cowers under her glare. “Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. So, uh, the bomb?”

“Yes. The bomb.”

She explains the situation, how their investigation into a drug dealing operation led them to this warehouse, but they’d spotted a bag with wires hanging out through a window on the east side of the building. He follows her to the window and gets on his tip-toes to see inside. A few seconds later, he confirms their suspicions that it’s almost definitely an explosive device, probably designed to destroy evidence rather than actually hurt anyone.

“You know the drill, we’ll need to clear the area. You probably shouldn’t be here,” he says to Amy, gesturing at her bump. “It’s not safe. I love you and I want to protect you and that baby.”

Rosa clenches her fist, true to her word, but Amy places her hand over it before she can make impact with his face.

“What the hell, Santiago?”

“I don’t want you to get suspended, I need you on this case. And besides, Teddy’s right. It is too dangerous. I’ll go back to the Nine-Nine and read your notes later. Please don’t kill him,” she adds as an afterthought. When he goes off on one of his tangents about Pilsners or San Diego or Belgian Spaghetti, it can be kind of tempting. It was for her, even when they were dating. But Rosa can’t go back to jail. Their baby already loves her and they asked her to be godmother only last week.

“Fine,” she growls. “But if you say the word Pilsners once, so help me God, I will-.”

“Bye Teddy,” Amy cuts her off, turning 180 degrees with a flick of her perfectly shiny ponytail and heading towards the police tape they set up earlier. She pulls out her phone and texts Jake to ask if he’ll pick her up.

He responds twenty seconds later with on my way and the kiss face emoji.

She finally relaxes.

--

bonus: Holt sends her home early, claiming that she looked tired and she should not be over-exerting herself at seven months pregnant. He informs her that the mission was successful; the bomb was diffused safely, that no-one was injured and that they were able to collect enough evidence from the warehouse to bring down the entire operation (the dumb-dumbs left a phone lying around with everyone’s name, phone number and contact photo in). The case is a slam dunk. 

She doesn’t see or hear from Rosa until morning. She shows up late, wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“Walk of shame alert!” Charles announces, clearly noticing, too. “Means you had sex. Nice one, Ro-Ro!” He raises his hand for a high five, but she barges straight past.

“We’ve all been there,” Hitchcock smirks, slapping his hand against Charles’.

“Gross,” everyone complains, shuddering at the thought of Hitchcock’s sex life.

“Right, I’m going downstairs,” Amy says to Jake, resisting the urge to kiss him. He looks very cute and kissable today with his unruly curls and her favourite plaid shirt. She really misses working opposite him. “Come visit me in an hour?”

“’Course I will.”

She grins and heads towards the elevator, but the doors open before she can gets there. 

Of all people, Teddy walks out.

His uniform is crumpled and his hair is a mess and she’s already having PTSD-like flashbacks to when he came in to audit the precinct and proposed to her in front of everybody. She’s already drafting her rejection speech in her head when he says Rosa’s name and this time it’s Amy’s eyes widening to the size of saucers.

“You left your phone at my place,” he explains, brandishing said phone.

She actually blushes (Amy has never seen her blush before) and retrieves it from him, stomping back to her desk.

“Oh. You - oh - OK - wow,” Amy stammers, taken aback. “You... and Rosa?”

#b99 fic #jake x amy #my writing #do i.... ship rosa and teddy now? #this is so dumb im sorry

[kerry-weaver]

Chapter 8 of the Love & Loss Series (this time written by me), in which @wonderofasunrise, @milficwriter​ and I explore the ways in which love—be it romantic, familial, or platonic—and loss—be it through distance or death—shape the decisions that they make, both for themselves and regarding others who weave in and out of their lives. New to the series? Start from the beginning and read the Prologue here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27798577

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ER (TV 1994) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elizabeth Corday/Mark Greene, Peter Benton - Relationship, Philip Yates, Jimmy Stone - Relationship, Hugh Webber, Reece Benton Characters: Elizabeth Corday, Mark Greene (ER TV 1994) Additional Tags: Dating, Committed Relationship, Casual dating, London, Chicago, San Diego, Flying, School Reunion, Sentimental, Mention of sex, Conference, wedding crasher, Hotels, Naval Base Series: Part 9 of Love & Loss

Chapter Title: ‘April-August ’99: The Wedding that Started it off and the Reunion that Solidified it all’

Mark invites Elizabeth to San Diego to attend his high school reunion on one of the naval bases where he grew up. Elizabeth acknowledges that Mark inviting her to accompany him to this intimate event signifies the start of what can only be deemed a committed relationship; the type of bond that Elizabeth has struggled to form until now and must learn to navigate.

Elizabeth:

I don’t remember the last time I had been involved in what felt like it would turn out to be a truly committed relationship. Sure, I dated Peter Benton, which had been fun but, if I—and I imagine he too—were being honest with ourselves, casual dating was not something we were ever destined to move past. Similarly, I had been involved in a previous casual dating arrangement with Philip Yates back in London. My parents seemed to think there was more to that relationship than there actually had been, and, in any case, he hadn’t ever posed any semblance of a spark enough to deter me from moving to Chicago; to choose my love life over my career. I thought it would be the same scenario when I started dating Mark. After all, it hadn’t been anything remotely resembling love at first. Things hadn’t even been overly friendly between us; we had been colleagues and nothing more. The first time we ever really flirted with one another had been that day in April of 1999 that I was supposed to speak at a conference to which, for a whole host of different reasons like a delayed el journey, getting locked in a storage cupboard in the hotel basement, I didn’t end up making. Mark had tagged along because he’d also planned on attending the event, which had ended by the time we actually arrived and, so that the day was not a total waste of time, the pair of us decided it would be a fine opportunity to crash a wedding tango. What else?

     The following week, Mark and I had ended up flirting—once again, in what had been a largely unintentional and impromptu manner—whilst treating a patient who had been pushed down an escalator and had a gushing head laceration. It was the patient who had pointed out the fact that we had been…flirting…during a trauma. I don’t even think Mark and I had fully registered what we had been doing. She asked us if we’d rather she leave. I explained to her it was just ‘surgeon talk’; that Mark elevated his clamp so that I could slide my suture…and then I realised—despite the context—just how raunchy that phrase had sounded. The thing was though, I was okay with all of this. I had already broken things off with Peter and goodness knows I was no stranger to flirting. I even flirted with Doug Ross in front of Carol Hathaway shortly after I started working at County. I was still in my comfort zone because we were just having fun. That evening, after the power had been on and off all day, Mark and I decided to make the most of the now-working electricity and go to an arcade. Again, it was fun; nothing more than a casual date. This casual date, over the course of a handful of months, turned into multiple casual dates. Somehow, I felt more comfortable around Mark than I had with Peter, with Philip. Sure, we slept together a few times but that still didn’t provide me with any indication that I was madly in love with him. It’s not that I had thought I wasn’t…in love with him…it’s just that I wouldn’t say I had ever experienced real love for anyone that I had dated before, so I hardly had anything with which to compare this nondescript (but good) feeling. So, as you can imagine, it was rather a shock to my system when Mark invited me to his high school reunion.

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#er #nbc er #fanfic #fanfiction #er fandom #writing #elizabeth corday #mark greene #peter benton #reese benton #ao3 #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #love and loss #series: love and loss #ao3 series #er fanfic #dating #relationships #school reunion #flying #casual dating #committed relationships #naval base #san diego #chicago #happiness #fulfilment #finding oneself

[nicklangfordmuse]

The Bachelor Party | PART 1

Nick had no idea whats going to happen tonight. All he knows is that they're going to a hotel, just outside of Boston. So there's people there already to check them in a suite and they'd be checking out at noon the next day. It was quite different from Katrina's bachelorette but hopefully, it would be just as fun.

Getting ready in front of the mirror, he wore a white button long sleeved, which he folded up to his elbows, partnered with black pants. He has a bag ready since he was hinted that they might go night swimming at the hotel so he got an extra set of clothes ready, as well as his swimming shorts. Checking the time, it was 10 minutes till 6 so Tyler and Grant would be there any minute.

Nick went downstairs and saw his family on the couch, watching some Lion King to lift up the little boy's mood. Now he was feeling bad about leaving them. Especially with the bag in hand, he wonderedhat was going on in his fiance's head. "Babe. Uhm...the boys are gonna be here any minute." Nick said as Katrina got up and went to him to fix his collar. "Okay. You look handsome, by the way. As always." She said, smiling lightly which made Nick pout. "I feel bad for going. Maybe I should...just go home later tonight."

Katrina gave him a look and Nick knew what that meant. Raising both his hands, Nick chuckled and surrendered. "You deserve to have a great time just as I did, okay? So don't worry about your pouty son and your...kind of jealous fiance wants to be swimming at the hotel pool with you and see you stunning and." She told him teasingly, giving Nick a quick kiss on the lips. "But it's fine. Come San Diego, we'll have our own jacuzzi, three pool options and several beaches to swim in." She said, trying to look at the bright side before pulling Nick down a bit to whisper to his ear. "And have sex in. Of course." Nick chuckled and shook his head at her. "You're a tease. No boners allowed tonight." He responded with a smirk.

Just a few minutes after, there's honking outside the apartment and he knew it was time to go. "Alright, bubba. Come on. Give me a kiss. I'll be back tomorrow." Nick said and the little boy wrapped his arms tightly around his dad. "I will miss you, daddy. Come home soon." He asked and Nick nodded. "I'll be home sooner than you know it. You'll have lots of fun with mama and Milo here, okay? I love you." Nick assured his son, giving him a kiss. Getting up, he said goodbye to his fiance next. "Have fun, okay? Use your phone, only for emergencies. Just enjoy the night with the boys." Katrina told him, knowing he could easily get worried about having too much fun. "I promise. I love you. I'll be home tomorrow." He said, giving her a couple of kisses before hearing the boys repeatedly honking for him to go out. Chuckling, Nick nodded and waved at his family. "Okay, okay. I'm gonna go. Love you guys."

He went out and was greeted by Tyler and Grant in a red convertible mustang which was just so good in the eyes. "No way. Come on, where did you guys get this?" Nick asked, jogging towards the fancy car. "It's an expensive rental, okay? We're going for a bit of a long drive and might as well look cool for your bachelor party, right?" Tyler said, seeing Katrina and Shawn come out to check the car. "Mama! It's so cool!" Shawn said excitedly, pulling his mama closer to the car to check it. Katrina figured a closer look wouldn't hurt so she went with Shawn. "Where did you guys even get this?" Katrina asked the boys, chuckling. "I have my sources." Grant told them with a grin. "Can I ride, mama? Please. I wanna go with daddy." Shawn begged. They all chuckled, figuring he would ask that. "I'll see if I can rent this car again next time, okay bud? But tonight is your daddy's night so he's gonna get to ride it first." Grant said and Shawn had to nod with a pout. "Okay, big boy. Go inside with mama. We have to go now." Nick said, kissing his son again before kissing Katrina quickly. "We'll bring him home tomorrow." Tyler assured Katrina. "Preferably in one piece, please." Katrina replied jokingly before waving at the guys as they left.

The drive felt so cool and relaxing, just watching the sun slowly setting right before their eyes. About an hour since they left, they finally got to the hotel. The rest of the guys were already checked in the room so they just carried their bags upstairs. Once the suite door opened, he was greeted in surprise with the decorated room. Donnie, Sam and Joe, all high school friends, were already in the room waiting for him. They've decorated the place with just balloons that spelled bachelor party. He was glad that they all got to come since it was close to Rockford anyway.

"Okay, okay. Get settled in before we start with the first order of business." Tyler said, somehow leading the party. "As you can see, we have two bedrooms available. We can just keep our stuff in there and bring the mattresses out here." Tyler said, as if they're going to use the mattresses tonight. Suddenly, the doorbell of the room rang and the guys cheered. "Looks like our first order of business is here." Grant said teasingly and Nick swallowed hard, trying to act cool. But he's seen enough movies and videos to have a clue where this might lead to. Please, no strippers, he begged in his mind. Tyler opened the door and welcomed a hotel staff, pushing a tray. "Thank you, sir." Tyler said, tipping the guy before he left. Nick had a huge relief on his face, glad that it was just food. Taking the cover out, Tyler revealed what was inside. "Steaks and shots. It's dinner time, boys."

Everyone took their seats in the dinning table and was distributed a big slab of steak each, along with some carrots and corn. The boys were about to dig in but Tyler stopped them. "Shots first guys. Come on. Let's toast it." Tyler said before nodding at Nick to make a speech. "Okay, okay. I'm not...big on speeches but...I guess I should get used to it since I'm...saying my vows to a garden full of guests." Nick started, chuckling.

"Thank you, guys. Not just for today. I know the day hasn't started yet but it already feels so amazing, having you guys here with me to celebrate my last days as a single man. I know I'll have you guys by my side for a lifetime. Cheers to a fun filled night and lifetime of friendship." Nick said, raising his shot as did everyone else. "Cheers. To Nick." Donnie said and everyone repeated. They all took their shots before sitting back down to start eating their steaks.

"Okay. No filter, no judgements. Are you excited to finally be officially off the market?" Grant asked as they ate. "Of course, I am. I mean, I've already been off the market since Katrina and I got back together so...it's just...sealing the deal now. No backing out, for her mostly." Nick said jokingly as they all chuckled. "You better put a helmet on your woman's head before she wakes up to this reality." Donnie teased him as the boys laughed. "No need, man. No need. We're both wide awake from the engagement till the wedding. We want this." Nick assured them.

"No regrets? Really? I mean, you were engaged to someone else a year and a half ago. What makes you sure that...this is really it?" Tyler asked.

Nick paused, chewing on his butter-like steak before answering. "Katrina is the love of my life. Back in high school, we've talked about this once or twice, that we want to marry each other. Back then, it wasn't that serious but...a part of me was hoping we both meant it. And...as for Jess, I guess I was scared, you know? I left...everyone years ago, I was afraid that...karma would hit me and she'd do the same to me. So...I popped the question to make sure...I wasn't alone for the rest of my life. It was selfish but...it is what I honestly thought. And for Katrina, I popped the question because I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life." Nick revealed as the guys listened, looking quite serious about the discussion. "And...after what Jess did to Shawn, I'm 101% sure she's not the woman I'd want to be with. Shawn came to my life and he instantly became my priority. My decisions got based on how it would affect Shawn." He added and guys smiled at him, seeing the father in him glow.

"Yeah well, it all came full circle in the end. The mother of your child is also the woman you'll call your wife." Donnie told Nick, patting his back proudly. "Mother of his children, you mean." Tyler teased, smirking at Nick and there was a loud gasp in the room as they all turned to Nick. "Katrina's pregnant?" Grant asked and Nick chuckled, shaking his head as he threw a piece of corn kernels at Tyler. "We're... we're not pregnant but...we agreed that we'd start trying on our honeymoon. She'll stop taking her pills a week before the wedding." Nick revealed and the boys cheered.

"Wow. Shawn's gonna be a big brother soon." Joe teased and Donnie had to chime in. "I doubt they'd take longer than the honeymoon. Knowing Nick, you'd probably get her pregnant before the wedding." He teased and everyone laughed along. Nick could feel his face getting red but he just laughed along.

"Tell me about it." Tyler joined. "This man can't keep his hands off his wife. Wherever they are." The boys kept laughing as they ate. "Come on. If your fiances anything like Katrina, who would want to keep his hands off her?" Nick replied and everyone chuckled. "Okay, okay. No offense but...how is she...in bed? We all know your gal has the best moves on stage but...what about your own stage?" Tyler asked teasingly. Nick was quiet for a while, trying to think of a response. "Let's just say...if she got a few medals for dancing on stage, she deserves a hundred trophies in bed." Nick answered and everyone cheered on. Shaking his head, Nick knew they should stop talking about this. "My wife's gonna kill me if she finds out I talk to you guys about our sex life. Enough of that." Nick said, chuckling.

Once they finished eating their dinner, Nick thought they'd be resting at the room with more drinks but there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Grant said, going to the front to open the door. He was greeted by an officer. Two officers in uniform. "I'm looking for Mr. Grant Rhodes." The officer said and the low and heavy tone was enough to catch the attention of the boys inside. "Yeah, that's me. What's...what's going on?" Grant asked before getting surrounded by the boys.

"Hey, hey. What's happening?" Nick asked, feeling like the responsible one since it's his party.

"Mr. Rhodes, we've received an Intel that a red mustang convertible has been missing since 10 in the morning today. It was reported that one Grant Rhodes checked it out from Octa Intelligence Firm without official permission so we're filling it under robbery. We'd like to bring you down at the station for questioning." The officer said, already pulling Grant out of the room to handcuff him but the boys tried to stop. "Hold on, hold on. There...there wasn't a robbery. Grant, come on. You said you got it from a source." Nick said but Grant was quiet. "Look, officers, the car is at the parking lot. You can...you can just...get it there. There's no need to arrest my friend. We're just here to celebrate." Nick tried to explain but Grant is already in handcuffs. "What's the celebration for? Stealing an expensive car from the Governor?" The officer questioned and Nick's eyes went wide. "The Governor? What? No, no. It's my bachelor party and..." Nick tried to explain. "Please, sir. Anything you say can and will be used against you. If this is your party, might as well come with us to the station for proper questioning." The officer said and Nick just wanted to go home already. This isnt how he imagined his bachelor party would go.

Nick was also handcuffed but remembering what he says can be used against him, he stayed quiet, feeling extremely confused and stressed. "Follow us and...don't call Katrina until I say so." Nick told the guys and they nodded, already getting their stuff and following them. Going to the elevator, they were lead to the basement parking of the hotel and the cop car is there waiting for them.

"What the hell, dude? Why didn't you tell me you stole the Mustang? We could've just used our car!" Nick said, feeling a bit angry at the guy. They were sat in the backseat but before the door was closed, the cops put a cover over their heads, preventing them to see what was going on. The door was locked and their hands were cuffed behind them.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on?" Nick said out loud, trying to kick the doors out. "Shit, shit, shit!" Nick said, panicking a bit as well as Grant. The cop car drove like it was racing and it was starting to stress out Nick already. "Just...just calm down, Nick, okay? We're gonna get out of here." Grant assured him calmly but he just couldn't stay calm. He could hear the sirens going off but just a few minutes after, the car stopped. "What's going on? Why did we stop?" Nick asked but Grant was quiet. The car door opened and Nick was forcefully pulled out of the car. He wanted to go hysterical but there was loud music going off around him. They're definitely not at a station. His cuffs were removed as well as his cover.

"Surprise!" Everyone shouted and Nick was surprised where they are. "What the fuck?" He asked in confusion as the 'cops' and boys were laughing. "Dude, I have enough Benjamins in my bank to buy my own mustang. I would never steal one." Grant revealed as Tyler laughed along. "We just know you'd say no if you find out where we're going so...we had to forcefully take you out of the hotel." He revealed as the boys pulled him inside the club. Stepping inside the dance club, he saw what was inside and he already knew why the guys kept this a secret from him. Girls dancing on stages but there was a big dancefloor in the middle. "Guys, come on. No strippers." Nick tried to stop them but the boys kept pushing him. "Dude, no bachelor party is a success without strippers. Trust us, we got you. They're just there for entertainment. We have our own booth. You can look but you can't touch. We got you." Donnie assured him.

Letting out a breath, Nick knew Katrina would probably get mad but as long as he doesn't get near the strippers, he's all good. "Fine, fine. But we're just here to drink and...dance, but not to socialize." Nick said but Joe and Sam shook their heads. "None for you but who says we can't meet girls for us?" Sam said and Nick nodded at him. "Okay, maybe for you guys but none for me." Nick said and the boys cheered, glad that he's willing to stay now.

The guys made their way inside their booth and drinks were instantly served to them. Nick figured he'd just relax and be prepared for whatever surprise the boys have for him. An hour into drinking, the boys could already feel the effects of the alcohol and Sam already has a woman in his arms. Half an hour later, Nick noticed a familiar face. Unknowingly, he has been in the same club as Mateo was for the past half hour. And it looks like they've had one too many drinks already.

Mateo's group came up to their booth, looking all tough and pissed. "Well, well, well. It looks like... we're now closer to being even. Another failed engagement, Langford?" He asked, trying to mock Nick.

"Who is this?" Donnie asked after taking a shot. Nick stood up, wanting to be at eye level with the guy. "Mateo. Katrina's...ex-colleague and former harrasser." Nick revealed which pissed off the guys so they stood up too. "Seriously, man?" Tyler asked, feeling protective of his friend.

Mateo had that smug look on his face as he shook his head. "I did not harrass her. Get your facts straight. She was...kinda asking for it." He said and that just boiled the blood up Nick's brain. He was almost about to attack Mateo but Grant and Joe stopped him. "Stay out of our way, man. We're just trying to celebrate here." Joe told Mateo but the guy shook his head. "Nah, nah. I've been wanting to go toe to toe with you, Langford. Paul wanted me for Katrina. He saw a future for us and none for you." Mateo kept taunting him and Nick just wanted to punch that teeth down his throat. "You know what, man. Run your mouth all you want but the truth remains. Katrina will never love, even like you. You're nothing to my future wife." Nick said as both crews stopped Nick and Mateo respectively as they tried to attack each other. It caught the attention of everyone, especially the dj who told them to stop over the microphone.

"Stop that, guys. Clearly, there's some beef between two parties so...let's just settle this the way we always settle things here at Rave Wave." The DJ said and the crowd cheered, knowing what's coming next.

"DANCE OFF!" Everyone said out loud as the music got louder and the crowd cheered for both teams.

"Dance off? This guy can't even dance to save his life!" Mateo said out loud, trying to embarrass Nick.

Nick was so pissed and maybe it's the alcohol talking but he's not backing down from this. "I can still beat you even if I have two left feet." Nick said which amped the crowd more, cheering him on and Mateo shook his head as his crew went to the dance floor.

"Nick, you can't dance." Donnie said, reminding his friend of that one ability he's a bit terrible with. Taking one more shot, Nick put his glass down and shook his head. "I don't care. I'm gonna win this for my wife." Nick said, moving towards the dancefloor to get this competition started. "Holy fuck, we're gonna lose." Tyler said, palming his face and shaking his head.

Having no choice, the boys went to the dancefloor and followed Nick. The Bachelor looks so determined to win this but his face showed how drunk he is to be making his decision. "Alright, two teams. You have three rounds to dance to whatever song is on. The crowd will decide who wins after three rounds. Who goes first?" The DJ asked and Mateo raised his hand to get the first dance.

The DJ played Lady Gaga's Just Dance and Mateo and his crew immediately knew how to dance, just following how Mateo was moving. Nick and his boys stood back, watching them move. One did a flip and the crowd cheered. "Can you do that?!" Donnie asked Nick and he shook his head. "We don't need flips." Nick said, trying to think of a dance to lead his team. When it's his team's turn, he suddenly felt embarrassed but he figured he should just go for it. Moving forward, Nick did a few dance moves, ignoring the fact that people are watching. People could tell how terrible he is at dance but his confidence was gaining him cheers. The boys followed suit and started copying Nick's dance moves. Six adult men, dancing terribly to Lady Gaga but it was hella entertaining so the crowd cheered for them. Clearly, Nick won that round.

The DJ changed the song and it was Nick's team's turn to start the round. Once the song played, it was some sort of classical tune that's perfect for slow and elegant moves, something under Mateo's forte.

"What do we do?" Donnie asked, starting to feel embarrassed as they were just standing there. The people started booing and the group knew they lost this round. Mateo came forward and started doing ballet routines that people enjoyed. He clearly knows this genre and Nick just had to give up. "Nevermind. We'd never win against those jelly legs." Nick said, shrugging it off. If this round broke their hopes of winning, then the next round is a sure loss.

The crowd cheered and the DJ announced that Mateo's team won. "Dude, it's just a fun competition. All he'll win is bragging rights. Katrina's still marrying you." Grant tried to give comfort to the groom but Nick doesn't want to take it. "Nah, nah. That's not it, man. I need to win this. I'm like...fighting for my wife's honour here. We need to get the next round." Nick tried to explain and its clearly the drunk in them that's talking.

"For the final round, y'all need to be prepared. Crowd gets to decide the winner here." The DJ announced as Nick and his team, as well as Mateo's team got ready for the next music. The DJ played a track and the entire club was in confusion. What song is this?

Then, the words started and Nick's face lit up, getting extremely familiar with it as the song kept going. "Oh, I'm a gummy bear. Yes, I'm a gummy bear. Oh, I'm a yummy yummy funny... I know this song!" Nick sang and shouted out loud. "This is my son's favorite dance in school!" Nick said proudly out loud, remembering all the times Shawn would ask him to join him in practicing. They dance this a lot in school so how could he forget? Nick ran to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing. He looked so silly but everyone enjoyed it so they started cheering. His best men followed him to the middle and danced along.

"That's...that's not dancing! No one dances like that." Mateo tried to reason but Nick shook his head. "That's where you're wrong, boy. Dancing is when you express yourself with your moves. And this is how I express winning, doing what my son loves!" Nick said out loud and everyone cheered more. "Gummy gummy gummy gummy gummy gummy bear!" Nick sang along, knowing the words by heart as Shawn loves to sing it apart from dancing it. The rest of the crowd danced along, following Nick's dance moves which clearly showed who the winner is. Everyone danced to the tune and the club looked like it was full of dancing giant toddlers and Nick was starting to enjoy this dancing thing.

Unfortunately, Mateo wasn't having the time of his life as losing is something he's not used to. His drunk head pushed him to attack Nick with a kick which caused him to fall. Both teams started a fist fight and Nick isn't backing down, flipping Mateo down to the ground and he finally got to punch him for what he did to Katrina. "That's for being an ass to me!" He said, punching him one more time. "And that's for everything you did to my wife!" He said, getting a few more punches and before they know it, cops arrived.

To be continued...

#verse: baby daddy #it feels too long i had to cut it

[abductionradiation]

In the rare case you haven’t watched Netflix’s Sex Education, Ezra Furman (pronouns she/he/him/her) is all over the soundtrack. The show released its Original Soundtrack, featuring the original music Furman composed for the show as well as older recorded tracks. Yesterday, the music video for “Every Feeling” was released, a gorgeously animated video by Sivan Kidron. The song itself has a simplicity to it that lets the emotions ring with every lyric. From the mellow strumming of the acoustic guitar to Furman’s powerful voice, “Every Feeling” will strike something in you. There’s a cathartic core to this song that feels comforting yet vulnerable at the same time.

Sex Education Original Soundtrack is out now digitally everywhere and physically on April 24th via Bella Union.

Tour Dates: Tue. Feb. 25  - Tucson, AZ - 191 Toole Wed. Feb. 26 - San Diego, CA - The Casbah Thu. Feb. 27 -  Los Angeles, CA - Teragram Ballroom Mon. March 16 - Austin, TX @ Mohawk (AV Club Showcase) - SXSW Wed. March 18 - Austin, TX @ Hotel San Jose (SXSan Jose) - SXSW Thu. March 19 - Austin, TX @ Scoot Inn (Consequence of Sound) - SXSW Thu. March 19 - Austin, TX @ Container Bar (Dr. Martens) - SXSW Thu. March 19 - Austin, TX @ Palm Door on Sabine (Bella Union) - SXSW Tue. Apr. 21 - Lille, FR @ L’aeronef Wed. Apr. 22 - Paris, FR @ Cabaret Sauvage Sat. Apr. 25 - Bologna, IT @ Covo Club Sun. Apr. 26 - Munich, DE @ Strom Mon. Apr. 27 - Frankfurt, DE @ Zoom Tue. Apr. 28 - Prague, CZ @ Roxy Wed. Apr. 29 - Vienna, AT @ Arena Wien Thu. Apr. 30 - Graz, AT @ Postgarage Sat. May. 2 - Leeds, UK @ Live At Leeds Sun. May. 3 - Glasgow, UK @ Stag & Dagger Mon. May. 4 - Birmingham, UK @ The Mill Tue. May. 5 - Brighton, UK @ St George’s Church Sat. May 30 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle * Mon. June. 1 - Nashville, TN - Third Man Records * Tue. June. 2 - Atlanta, GA - Aisle 5 * Thu. June. 4 - Nelsonville, OH @ Nelsonville Music Festival Fri. June. 12 - Fort Wayne, IN @ Middle Waves Festival Thu. July. 9 - Ottawa, ON @ Ottawa Bluesfest Thu. Oct. 22 - New York, NY @ Webster Hall * *On Sale 2/28

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[the-little-crime-writer]

Lake, Leonard, and NG, Charles Chitat

A native of San Francisco, Leonard Lake was born July 20, 1946. His mother sought to teach him pride in the human body by encouraging Lake to photograph nude girls, including his sisters and cousins, but the “pride” soon developed into a precocious obsession with pornography. In adolescence, Lake extorted sexual favours from his sisters, in return for protection from the violent outbursts of a younger brother, Donald. By his teens, Leonard displayed a fascination with the concept of collecting “slaves.” Lake joined the Marine Corps in 1966 and served a non-combatant tour in Vietnam, as a radar operator. He also underwent two years of psychiatric therapy at Camp Pendleton for unspecified mental problems before his ultimate discharge in 1971.

Back in civilian life, Lake moved to San Jose and got married, developing a local reputation as a gun buff, “survivalist,” and sex freak. His favourite high school was filming bondage scenes, including female partners other than his wife, and he was soon divorced. In 1980, Lake was charged with grand theft after looting building materials from a construction site, but he got off easy with one year’s probation. Married a second time in August 1981, he moved with his wife to a communal range at Ukiah, California, where a “Renaissance” lifestyle was practised complete with period costumes and surgical alteration of goats to produce “unicorns.” A few months after his arrival in Ukiah, Lake met Charlie Ng.

Hong Kong born in 1961, Charles Chitat Ng was the son of wealthy Chinese parents. Forever in trouble, Ng was expelled from school in Hong Kong and then from an expensive private school in England, where he was caught stealing from classmates. A subsequent shoplifting arrest drove him to California, where he joined the Marine Corps after a hit and run incident, falsely listing his birthplace as Bloomington, Indiana. An expert martial artist and self-styled “ninja warrior,” Ng talked incessantly of violence to his fellow leathernecks. In October 1979, he led two accomplices in stealing $11,000 worth of automatic weapons from a marine arsenal in Hawaii and found himself under arrest. During psychiatric evaluation, Ng boasted of “assassinating” someone in California, but never got around to naming the victim. He escaped from custody before trial and was listed as a deserter when he answered Lake’s ad om a war gamer’s magazine, in1981.

The two men hit it off at once, om spite of Lake’s racism, which seemed to encompass only African Americans and Hispanics. They began collecting automatic weapons from illegal sources, and a team of federal agents raided the Ukiah ranch in April 1982, arresting Lake and Ng for firearms violations. Released on $6,000 bond, Lake promptly went into hiding, using a variety of pseudonyms as he drifted around norther California. His second wife divorced him after the arrest, but they remained on friendly terms. As a fugitive, Ng was denied bail, and he struck a bargain with a military prosecutor in August, pleading guilty to theft in return for a promise that he would serve no more than three years of a 14-year sentence. Confined to the military stockade at Leavenworth federal prison, Ng was paroled after 18 months, avoiding deportation with a reference to the phoney birthplace shown on his enlistment papers. On release from prison, he returned home and again teamed up with Leonard Lake.

By that time, Lake had settled on two and a half acres of woodland near Wilseyvile in Calavera’s County, enlisting the help of neighbours t construct a fortified bunker beside his cabin, where he stockpiled illegal weapons and stolen video equipment. His every thought was recorded in various diaries, including details of “Operation Miranda,” entailing the collection of sex slaves to serve his needs after the anticipated nuclear holocaust. On the subject of females, Lake wrote “God meant women for cooking, cleaning the house and sex. And when they are not in use, they should be locked up.” An oft-repeated motto in the diaries advised, “If you love something, let it go. If it doesn’t come back, hunt it down and kill it.” On February 25, 1984, shortly before his reunion with Ng, Lake described his life as “Mostly dull day to day routine, still with death in my pocket and fantasy my major goal.” If authorities are correct the first death In Lake’s pocket may have claimed his brother Donald, reported missing by their mother and never seen again after he went to visit Lake in July 1983.

On June 2, 1985, employees of a lumberyard in South San Francisco called police to report a peculiar shoplifting incident. An Asian man had walked out of a store with a $75 vise, placed it in the trunk of a Honda auto parked outside, and then escaped on foot before they could detain him. The car was still outside, however, and officers found a bearded white man at the wheel. He cheerfully produced a driver’s licence in the name of “Robin Stapley,” but he bore no resemblance to it photograph. A brief examination of the Honda’s trunk turned up the stolen vise, along with a silencer equipped .22 caliber pistol. Booked on theft and weapons charges, “Stapley” evaded questions for several hours, then asked for a drink of water, gulping a cyanide capsule removed from a secret compartment in his belt buckle. He was comatose on arrival at the hospital, where he would linger on life support equipment for the next four days, finally pronounced dead on June 6.

A fingerprint comparison identified “Stapley” as Leonard Lake, but the driver’s licence was not a forgery. Its original owner was the founder of San Diego’s Guardian Angels chapter and he had not been seen at home for several weeks. The Honda’s license late was registered to Lake, but the vehicle was not. Its owner of record, 39-year-old Paul Cosner, was a San Francisco car dealer who had disappeared in November 1984, after leaving home to sell the car to “a weird guy.” Lake’s auto registration led detectives to the property in Wilseyville, where they discovered weapons, torture devices, and Lake’s voluminous diaries. Serial numbers on Lake’s video equipment traced ownership to Harvey Dubs, a San Francisco photographer reported missing from home along with his wife Deborah and infant son Sean on July 25, 1984. As detectives soon learned, the stolen equipment had been used to produce ghoulish “home movies” of young women being stripped and threatened, raped and tortured, at least one of them mutilated so savagely that she must have died as a result. Lake and Ng were the principal stars of the snuff tapes, but one of their “leading ladies” was quickly identified as the missing Deborah Dubs.

Another reluctant “actress” was Brenda O’Connor, who once occupied the cabin adjacent to Lake’s with her husband, Lonnie Bond, and their infant son Lonnie Jr. They had known Lake a “Charles Gunnar,” an alias lifted from the best man at Lake’s second wedding (and another missing person, last seen alive in 1983). O’Connor was afraid of “Gunnar,” telling friends that she had seen him plant a woman’s body in the woods, but rather than inform police, her husband had invited a friend, Guardian Angel Robin Stapley to share their quarters and offer personal protection. All four had disappeared in May 1985. Another snuff tape victim, 18-year-old Kathleen Allen, made the acquaintance of Lake and Ng through her boyfriend, 23-year-old Mike Carroll. Carroll had served time with Ng at Leavenworth and later came west to join him in various shady enterprises. Allen abandoned her job at a supermarket after Lake informed her that Carroll had been shot and wounded “near Lake Tahoe,” offering to show her where he was. Her final paycheck had been mailed to Lake’s address in Wilseyville.

Aside from videocassettes, authorities retrieved numerous still photos from Lake’s bunker, including snapshots of Lake in long “witchy” robes, and photos of 21 young women captured in various stages of undress. Six were finally identified and found alive; the other 15 have remained elusive, despite publication of the photographs, and police suspect that most or all of them were murdered on the death ranch. Gradually, the search moved outward from Lake’s bunker into the surrounding woods. A vehicle abandoned near the cabin was registered to another missing person, Sunnyvale photographer Jeffrey Askern, and Lake’s vanishing acquaintances. On June 8, portions of four human skeletons were unearthed near the bunker, with a fifth victim and numerous charred bone fragments, including infant’s teeth discovered on June 13. Number six was turned up five days later and was the first to be identified. A 34-year-old drifter, Randy Jacobson had last been seen alive in October 1984 wen he left his San Francisco rooming house to visit Lake and sell his van. Two of Jacobson’s neighbours, 26-year-old Cheryl Okoro and 38-year-old Maurice Wok, also on the missing list, were linked to the Wilseyville killers by person contacts and cryptic notes in Lake’s diary.

Three more skeletons were sorted out of scattered fragments on June 26, and authorities declared that Lake and Ng were linked to the disappearance of at least 25 persons. One of those was Mike Carroll, who reportedly agreed to dress in “sissy” clothe and lure gays for Ng to kill, then died himself when Charlie tired of the game. Donald Giuletti, a 36-year-old disc jockey in San Francisco, had offered oral sex through published advertisements, and one of the callers was a young Asian man who shot Giuletti to death in July 1984, critically wounding his roommate at the same time. Lake’s wife recalled that Ng had boasted of shooting two homosexuals, and the survivor readily identified Ng’s mug shot as a likeness of the gunman.

Two other friends of Ng and occasional co-workers at a Bay Area warehouse were also missing. Clifford Parenteau, age 24, had vanished after winning $400 on a Super Bowl bet, telling associates that he was going “to the country” to spend the money with Ng. A short time later, 25-year-old Jeffrey Gerald dropped from sight after he agreed to help Ng move some furniture. Neither men were seen again, and Ng was formally charged with their deaths in two of the 13 first-degree murder counts filed against him. Other victims named in the indictment include Mike Carroll, Kathleen Allen, Lonnie Bond and family, Robin Stapley Don Giuletti, and three members of the Dubs family. (Remains of Stapley and Lonnie were found in a common grave on July 9, bringing the official body count to 12.) Ng was also charged as an accessory to murder in the disappearance of Paul Cosner.

On July 6, 1985, Ng was arrested while shoplifting food from a market in Calgary, Alberta. A security guard was shot in the hand before Ng was subdued. Charges of attempted murder were reduced to aggravated assault, robbery, and illegal use of a weapon, with Ng sentenced to four and a half years’ imprisonment upon conviction. On November 29, 1988, a Canadian judge ruled that Ng should be extradited to the United States for trial on 19 of the 25 felony counts filed against him. Ng’s appeal of that decision was rejected on August 31, 1989, but further legal manoeuvres stalled his extradition until 1991. Even that was not the end, however, as Charlie Ng pulled out all the stops, using every trick and legal loophole in the book to postpone his trail for another seven years. He fired attorneys, challenged judges, moved for change of venue (granted, to Orange County), lodged complaints about jailhouse conditions, in short, used the cumbersome California legal system to hamstring itself.

In October 1997, Ng’s stubborn refusal to cooperate with his latest court-appointed attorney won yet another delay in his trial, with jury selection pushed back to September 1, 1998. Police in San Francisco, meanwhile, grudgingly admitted “accidentally” destroying vital evidence in one of the 13 murder counts filed against Ng, but 12 more still remained for his trial. In May 1998. Judge John Ryan permitted Ng to fire his lawyers and represent himself with a stern warning that the trail would begin on September 1, whether Charlie liked it or not. On July 15, Ng tried for yet another postponement, claiming that his glasses were “the wrong prescription” and his personal computer was not fully programmed, thus hampering his defence.

Judge Ryan, unmoved, denied the motion and scheduled pretrial hearings to begin on August 21. Ng’s trial was the longest, most expensive criminal proceeding ever in a state notorious for courtroom marathons, finally ending on May 3, 1999, when Ng was convicted and the jury recommended death. He was formally condemned on June 30, 1999.

#Charles Chitat Ng #Leonard Lake #serial killers #true crimes #serial killer blog #ttccommunity #I do not condone #tcc blog #tcc love #tcc post #tcc crime #tcc family #serial killer #male serial killers #reblog

[oh-sewing-circle]

"On Saturday, May 13th, 1939, studio publicists whisked Taylor and Stanwyck to San Diego for a civil wedding before a municipal judge. After a press reception in Beverly Hills later in the day, Stanwyck returned to the ranch while Taylor spent the wedding night calming his possessive mother. The next morning, he reported on the set of Lady of the Tropics and filmed a wedding scene with Hedy Lamarr. Barbara went back to the set of Golden Boy. Joan Crawford would remember Taylor telling her, 'All I had to say was, 'I do.' I didn't know what happened.' When he added that something good had come of it and Joan asked if he meant the marriage, he hesitated. 'Well, yes, but I was actually referring to the tough roles I'm assigned now....boxers, cowboys, gangsters, that kind of thing.'""The marriage was not only a deep cover but turned out to be an astute move. Marrying Metro's matinee idol gave Stanwyck radiance, and gravity. For Taylor, wedlock meant social acceptance, moorings, and shelter from marauding females. Stanwyck insisted on Helen Ferguson's becoming Taylor's publicist, and few people glimpsed their intimate lives or saw any reason to look askance at their separate bedrooms. Bob was the first to say he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Barbara made no bones about her chronic insomnia that had her reading in bed until all hours. It would be decades before anyone wrote that Stanwyck and Taylor were both drawn to same-sex love."-Excerpt from The Sewing Circle: Female Stars Who Loved Other Women

#Barbara Stanwyck #Robert Taylor #sewing circle #Axel Madsen #Joan Crawford #lesbian #lavendar marriage #classic hollywood #old hollywood #lgbtq #lgbt

[sandiegodjstaci]

Leslie & Adriana's Red & Black Lafayette Hotel Wedding

Leslie & Adriana's Red & Black Lafayette Hotel Wedding

Of all the San Diego lady DJs calling the 619 home, Leslie & Adriana chose me to DJ and MC their Lafayette Hotel wedding on Thursday, January 3, 2019. The following write-up is based on San Diego DJ Staci’s crazy organized & detailed outline for this Lafayette Hotel wedding.

  THE COCKTAIL HOUR & DINNER MUSIC

While San Diego DJ Staci offers couples pre-set cocktail & dinner playlists to choose from, Leslie & Adriana opted to hand-select their background music for their Lafayette Hotel wedding.

Cocktail/Dinner Music ➔ 50% Beatles + Queen, Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd/Classic Rock

  LAFAYETTE HOTEL WEDDING RECEPTION

MC Welcome ➔ “Good evening! Welcome to Adriana & Leslie’s wedding reception!!! I am the Master of Ceremonies, DJ Staci. Please take your seats so we can officially welcome our guests of honor. Please be sure to post your photos today with #CorDelaWedding. If you need to charge your devices, I do have a mini charging station up here including some universal chargers. Who is here from out of state? Oklahoma? Florida? Texas?”

“Tonight I’m going to be sharing a lot of stories about Adriana & Leslie with you. To get rolling, let’s tackle the first ‘I love you.’ Leslie said I love you when they were working together at Starbucks. Their supervisor was watching on the security camera and narrating it in the headset, of which Leslie was not wearing one and Adriana was. Awkward! Ladies & gentlemen, put your hands together for the introduction of the wedding party…”

Grand Entrance  ➔ “Raise Your Glass,” Pink ➔ “They met in 2014 when they both worked at a Starbucks in Florida City. Together they enjoy puzzles, going on adventures, hiking, playing board games, and going on Ikea dates. Adriana is actually missing the first day of Spring Intercession at Mesa College to be here today! Hopefully one of you got them an air fryer for the wedding!”

“Ladies & gentlemen, get on your feet to welcome–for the FIRST TIME AS A MARRIED COUPLE–Adriana & Leslie!!!”

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci

  ➔ Newlywed Brief Welcome/Thank You Speech

5:30 PM ➔ Meal Served: Food stands ➔ No dismissing tables

6:00 PM ➔ Photo booth opens

6:00 PM ➔ Toasts ➔ whatever already drinking ➔ “Ladies & gentlemen, may I have your attention please for the toasts. Please welcome our first speaker:

➔ Flower Girl & Ring Bearer, Abella D

➔ Leslie’s Maid of Honor, Ericka A

➔ Adriana’s Sister & Maid of Honor, Alexi D

➔ Leslie’s Father, Tony C

➔ Adriana’s Parents, Guadalupe & Alicia D

➔ Leslie’s Mother, Edie C

➔ Adriana’s Father-Daughter Dance ➔ “De Nina a Mujer,” Julio Iglesias ➔ fade: 1-1.5 minutes with each parent ➔ “Now let’s welcome Adriana and her dad Guadalupe to the dance floor to share a special dance.”

➔ Adriana’s Mother-Daughter Dance ➔ “In My Daughter’s Eyes,” Martina McBride ➔ fade: after 1-1.5 minutes ➔ “And now let’s welcome Adriana’s mother Alicia to the dance floor.”

➔ Leslie’s Father-Daughter Dance ➔ “Day in the Life,” Beatles ➔ fade: after 1-1.5 minutes ➔ “Let’s welcome Leslie & her father, Tony, the dance floor now.”

➔ Leslie’s Mother-Daughter Dance ➔ “At Last,” Etta James ➔ fade: after 1-1.5 minutes ➔ “Now Leslie will dance with her mother, Edie.”

➔ First Dance ➔ “Love Someone,” Lukas Graham ➔ fade early: yes ➔ “Leslie & Adriana talked about getting married from almost when they first met…at some point, Adriana started planning a wedding ‘unofficially.’ Once on a trip to Vegas, Adriana told Leslie, ‘This is the ring I want…hint hint!’ Leslie bought it. When it finally arrived at their house friend’s house, they went to pick it up and Leslie got down on one knee to make it official. Now we welcome Leslie & Adriana to the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple.”

➔ Group Photo on Dance Floor

➔ Open Dancing

9:50 PM ➔ Last Dance

9:55 PM ➔ Send-Off, photo booth closes ➔ “7-11,” Beyonce

  LESLIE & ADRIANA’S DANCE MUSIC RECIPE

Dance Music Rating ➔ R&X-rated OK

Play A Lot (80%) ➔ 90s, EDM, Classic Rock

Play 1 or 2 ➔ line dancing if requested only, 1-2 slow dances, new-ish Top 40

Spanish (20%) ➔ Romeo Santos/Aventura, Daddy Yankee, Cumbias, 1 zapateado

♥ M U S T – P L A Y S ♥

Beyonce, Britney, Teegan & Sara, Destiny’s Child

♥ D O – N O T – P L A Y S ♥

Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, country, Sting/Police, trap, Drake

  LAFAYETTE HOTEL WEDDING FLOOR PLAN

SAN DIEGO WEDDING VENDOR LIST

Here is the amazing team of San Diego wedding vendors I had the pleasure of working with on this Lafayette Hotel wedding:

Venue/Catering ➔  Lafayette Hotel

DJ/MC/Photo Booth/Lighting ➔  DJ Staci, the Track Star

Photography/Videography ➔  Monica Royal

Flowers  ➔  DIY

Desserts  ➔  Twiggs

  See Leslie & Adriana’s photo booth gallery here. Again, I was honored to be the one and only San Diego lady DJ Leslie & Adriana trusted with their Lafayette Hotel wedding. Thank you!

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[theroundtrip]

THE BEST ALBUMS OF 2018

77. Polish Doom. Just those two words should be enough to consider it good. Intense and everlasting. 

Moon Wedding by Shine

76. Demonauta are synonym of quality, sweet warm fuzz and great vocal harmonies.

Temaukel, the spirit before time by DEMONAUTA

75. Groovy and fuzzy rock, with stoner, psych and punk mixed all together. 

Licancabur by Red Sun Atacama

74. Fantastic blend of doomy retro rock with folk and psychedelic. Tunes for fans of Jess and The Ancient Ones, Blood Ceremony, etc.

Blues for a Dying Planet by Spiral Skies

73. Covers of zamrock artists, MC5 and Hawkwind done in an ecstatic way.

ECSTATIC VISION - Under The Influence by HEAVY PSYCH SOUNDS Records

72. Fully instrumental Stoner Doom, atmospheric and enjoyable.

Deus Ex Machina by Cloud

71. Another great heavy rock band emerging from Peru, carrying with them excellent riffs and even better solos.

Cosmos by Rito Verdugo

70. Heavy blues rock with superb jam moments, mad solos in here.

THE GRAND ACID by THE GRAND ACID

69. Cosmic boogie rock! Amazing debut record.

Activation Immediate by Freebase Hyperspace

68. Ethereal Doom Metal coming from the masters who started it all.

Eternal Return by Windhand

67. I've seen somewhere the term "doomgaze" applied to Easy Death...it seems to fit.

Welcome by Easy Death

66. Amazing 70's inspired rock coming from Spain. From the same vein of Prisma Circus

Resurrect the Dead by Electric Monolith

65. The only artist out there mixing psychedelic, drone, ambient, space, synthwave and krautrock this good.

ego therapy by Surya Kris Peters

64. A fresh breeze of bluesy rock, with enough groove to make you move.

Love Jail by Dommengang

63. Eastern scales and heavy psych rock merge so well together

Electric Dream Demon (LP) by GNOB

62. Heavy blues doom with one foot in the 70's era and another in the modern times.

Hazemaze by HAZEMAZE

61. Extraordinary heavy psych rock n roll coming from one of the best Israeli bands. I've probably heard the title track 100 times.

Red Eyes Blues by Heavy Stone

60. Hazy doom, hazy riffs, catchy tunes, superb album.

Calm Black Water by REZN

59. Heavy metal delight. Maybe the most interesting band emerging within the Heavy Metal/NWOBHM scene in these last years.

Burst Into Flame by Haunt

58. Heavy blues rock masters! On the prowl since 2008, always releasing killer albums.

Death's-Head Hawkmoth by Lonely Kamel

57. Amazing stoner doom with saxophone? Count me in.

The Wizard by Merlin

56. Psychedelic, blues , krautrock and stoner make a hell of a blend. One of the best debut full-lengths this year gave us.

Krautrocker by Zen Bison

55. Fantastic released of doom heavy rock, filled with enormous riffs and sludgyesc vocals, kinda unique

54. The quality of the doom metal in here is incredible, carrying echoing vocals, obscure riffs and majestic solos.

Tomb Of Doom by Tar Pit

53. Well, Satan's Satyrs really don't sound like anything else happening right now. They managed to create their own sound, based on all their previous influences

The Lucky Ones by Satan's Satyrs

52. Psychedelic doom metal, with great garage rock touches. Another outstanding record.

Mindtripper by Magmakammer

51. Hypnotic psychedelic krautrock coming from the land who gave it name.

We Are Not in California by Black Voodoo Train

50. Fuzzy Heavy Rock with galloping Heavy Psych, addicting grooves and fully Spanish lyrics.

Ritual en Carcosa by Kamadeva

49. Wicked Doom Metal, perfect for fans of Electric Wizard and similar stuff...

Kult Of The Wytch Goat by wytchgoat

48. The Californian fuzz masters can't be stopped. The classic of fuzzy stoner rock, with the magnum opus "Il Mostro Atomico".

Clone Of The Universe by Fu Manchu

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47. Retro hard rock sang in Swedish, with that illustrious Swedish quality.

Oblivious - När Isarna Sjunger by Gaphals

46. A monstrous bong arrives with monstrous riffs. 420 Doom!

Light the Dankness by Belzebong

45. The best garage punk rock record of the year. Dear Satan, I write you..

Bison Voodoo by The Graveyard Groupies

44. Psychedelic hard rock with sax jams and Hendrix'ean vocals you can't forget

Get In The Van by BearSloth

43. Superb heavy rock with Laura Dolan singular vocals

Helltown by Electric Citizen

42. Fantastic fem fronted heavy psychedelic hard rock!

Paradise & Nadir by Willow Child

41. Exceptional organ-driven doomy heavy rock with two kinds of vocals.

Act One by Alms

40. Most good motorcycles run on gasoline. This is a bad motorcycle, it runs on blood.

✠ I Tread On Your Grave ✠ by The Death Wheelers

39. Filthy and nasty sludge doom. Super heavy. Extra points for the cool song names

TONS - Filthy Flowers of Doom by HEAVY PSYCH SOUNDS Records

38. Amazing progressive rock band, heavy without a guitar, only bass, drums and a hell of an organ.

Tube Alloys by Blå Lotus

   37. We knew how good Crypt Trip were with their previous releases but this is their breakthrough album. First rate heavy rock

Rootstock by Crypt Trip

36. Heavy blues influenced doom with amazing vocals, their best one yet

Holy Grove II by Holy Grove

35. Freaky and creepy space psychedelic punk! My mind of garage punk rock

Night Fight by Flying Hair

34. Occult doom metal, tending towards the epic side. Absolutely amazing

Midnight Mirror by Tempelheks

33. Immense doom metal soaked in horror and synth sounds, always fuzzy and haunting

The Golden Dwarf by Satori Junk

32. Extraordinary debut album, featuring fascinatingly blends psychedelic rock with blues and stoner rock, carefully driven by a krautrock atmosphere and some  drone inputs.

Hormonizer by Sex Blender

31 . Astrodome reached a new composition level with this record, drawing influences from heavy psych, jazz or stoner, creating a fully instrumental trip of soundscapes.

II by Astrodome

30. Crushing doom with seriously groovy heavy riffs, doomy atmosphere and mighty vocals.

Wicked Worlds by Birnam Wood

29. Dada garage rock n roll, with plenty of psychedelia and weird noises to keep you satiated.

Lotka-Volterra by Hoodooed

28. Excellent 70's organ driven hard rock extravaganza, superb playing in here

"Blood's thicker than love" by BLOOD OF THE SUN

27. Heavy rock/metal with NWOBHM and lots of classic rock hints, a perfect mix.

Set Fire To The Sky by Hypnos

26. Majestic church organ hard rock, with grunge and punk influences. Great debut work!

Cake! by Ozymandias

25. Classic rock with lots of NWOBHM influences, killer twin guitar harmonies and brilliant compositions.

II: Sojourn by Wytch Hazel

24. Unbelievably great desert rock coming from the godfathers themselves. Mind bending tunes

YAWNING MAN - The Revolt Against Tired Noises by HEAVY PSYCH SOUNDS Records

23. The masters of the fuzzy afrobeat, groovy and catchy.

You Will Know Nothing by Here Lies Man

22. The acid Punk Rock, the sonic psychedelic destruction. Grab a chair and feel the gain.

More Hearing by OGOD (Over-Gain Optimal Death)

21. Magnificent blend of heavy blues and heavy rock, with a beautiful organ presence and western touches.

Seven Storms by Mountain Dust

20. Psychedelic stoner doom, fully instrumental and loaded with fuzzy psychedelia

Solar Hawk by Saturno Grooves

19. Skate heavy psych rock coming from San Diego's marvelous world

Smolyk by Petyr

18. Riffs after riffs..crazy good Speed Rock, punk, thrash, whatever, just bang your head

Hashteroid by Hashteroid

17. JIRM did really a number with this one, combining the force of heavy rock  and the mind bending power of psychedelic in a singular way

Surge Ex Monumentis by JIRM

16. Inventive heavy psych rock that seeks new ways of putting different sounds together, a stunning debut

Halcyon Daze by River Cult

15. Proto doom, hard rock, doomy rock, whatever you want to call it. Amazing unique sound that follows the steps of the doom origins.

Dunbarrow II by Dunbarrow

14. Dark psychedelic heavy metal with a wide range of excellent influences, including prog and black metal, couldn't be better

Torchlight by New Light Choir

13. 70's influenced heavy rock, with lots of psychedelic vibes going on and a huge godzilla devotion.

Blast by Sons of Geezora

12. Exceptional rock album, with psychedelic, experimental and doom touches. It would work great as a movie soundtrack

Hymns by Jack Harlon &The Dead Crows

11. Doom metal meets dark jazz. Absolutely amazing record from start to finish.

Feast for Water by Messa

10. Instrumental heavy psychedelic rock coming from Puerto Rico veterans. Let yourself loose in these jams

Gran Muro de Coma by La Iglesia Atomica

9. Fans of speedrock, you got another fast train coming right at you muito 

Cheated Death by Against the Grain

8. Heavy rock inspired by the 70's golden era, with amazing guitar work and awesome organ sounds.

Path of Virtue by Vvlva

7. Tropical heavy psychedelic rock, fully instrumental with prominent bass grooves, playful guitar and a constant joy throughout the record.

Psilocibina by Psilocibina

6. The doom album of the year.

Slave To The Grave by Alastor

5. Excellent heavy rock, you will not hear anything like this.

Hard Wish by PUSHY

4. Dreamy heavy psychedelic rock coming from one of the best Spanish bands emerging in the last years.

Moon by Holy Mushroom

3. Heavy metal with hints of progressive, thrash and doom, what a blend. Their best record yet.

Livin' Oblivion by BLACK WIZARD

2. Rock n Roll never sound so heavy! Loud and fast, metal and punk, killer with no fillers.

Under The Influence by Anguish

1. The slutch metal returns! No more words are needed. 

TRANSCANADIAN ANGER by DOPETHRONE

#best of #doom metal #stoner metal #stoner rock #heavy rock #hard rock #psych rock #instrumental rock #fuzzy socks #punk rock #heavy metal #hardcore punk #sludge metal #stoner doom #psych doom

[evanpeaters]

pegleg and lobster boy → 07.19

TIME FRAME: Friday 19th, July. LOCATIONS: World on Wheels, A&E, Los Angeles. DESCRIPTION: Evan and Madelaine decide to go to a disco roller rink, fully dressed up in 80′s gear, but things don’t go to plan.

@madelame-x

Madelaine: The redhead was sad she had to miss the wedding, she really wished she could’ve made it, but she had a commitment to the show and in the end, if someone had to miss it to go to the Convention, Lili was much closer to Saoirse, she’s gladly take the bullet to have her friends go and enjoy themselves while she stuck it out through all the panels. Madelaine loved conventions, she loved getting together with fans, filming content with them and just spending some time there before she either drove back home or retreated herself to the hotel room. Tonight though, it’d be a different kind of Friday night. God even knew how, but one way or the other, she’d flirted enough to get a date with Evan Peters. She’d gone back to LA for the night, figuring she’d wake up early on Sunday and drive to San Diego, so after getting ready in her best 80’s look, she was waiting for him while she munched on some cashew nuts and watched something random on the TV

Evan: Being a free, unemployed man had it’s ups and downs. For the most part, he was incredulously bored and rewatching seasons of shows that he’d never though he’d get to revisit in his life. While on the other hand, it kept him available for when random plans like going to a roller disco with Madelaine Petsch sprung up. He had no idea where he’d plucked the idea out of, only that he knew he needed to make it interesting to warrant the two hour drive for her the next morning. They’d found the perfect one in LA where the aesthetic was heavily based on the 80’s and of course, he was going to take full advantage of that - he was missing out on the 80’s season of AHS, so he’d damn well make up for it now by wearing short-shorts, an old windbreaker jacket and sports socks pulled up. Obviously that came with getting some odd looks as he strolled through the entrance of her housing complex, but he didn’t have it in him to feel any embarrassment. Pulling out his phone, Evan dropped her a text. ‘I’m here now. You better have matched my effort with your outfit, or I’m going to be sending you right back in’.

Madelaine: With her hair all done up to make it as fluffy as possible, a short neon pink short shorts and a crop top with heart shaped sunglasses, Madelaine picked up her tiny backpack and headed downstairs. She got the weirdest looks, but as soon as she laid eyes on Evan, she was pretty sure she wasn’t gonna be the only one turning heads around “All of a sudden, I feel like I’m in a movie” Madelaine said with a laugh as she reached out to greet him with a hug. “You ready for this? I’m putting a disclaimer out there, I’m incredibly clumsy so I’m sorry if I fall on you several times”

Evan: It was easy to spot Madelaine as she emerged, standing out from the others not only due to her outfit, but the way she carried herself. Embracing her back, Evan’s eyes gave her a once over and beamed in approval. “I couldn’t have even imagined you looking any more awesome” He stated in approval, wishing he’d also gone for the headband that he had dismissed as too much. “Is that a warning or a promise? Because I reckon I’ll be just as awful. I’ve never been able to master skateboarding no matter how hard I’ve tried, so I’ll be right down on my ass with you.” Keen to get moving, the actor led the female to the parking lot and clambered into his Landrover, immediately dialing the volume down as he had been blasting some Def Leppard on his way there - a far cry from the disco music they’d soon be surrounded by. The GPS was already programmed into finding the roller rink, and soon enough they were on their way. “You wanna be DJ? Cable’s right here..”

Madelaine: High top All Stars being rocked, she’d never felt more stupid but at the same time, more confident, which really gave her a good feeling about the night. “Thanks, I tried my best with whatever vintage shops had around LA but I’m proud of my look. You don’t look too shabby yourself” She said with a big smile. Walking side by side, Madelaine turned to Evan when he spoke back, laughing a little bit “Oh, well then, let’s just extend a blanket forgiveness for whoever injures the other, sounds good?” She teased. She scaled the step into the Land Rover and sat down, buckling up. “What is that… Give me that!” She pretended to be offended when he started blasting the music. Grabbing the cable, she opened up Spotify into the “All about the 80’s” playlist, Ah-Ha’s ‘Take on Me’ coming in full blast. She started dancing on her seat and chuckling “This is more like it!”

Evan: Now they were both fully warned on how potentially bad each other were going to be at the rink, Evan felt suddenly more reassured. It would’ve been just his luck to suggest something that the other person kicked ass at, while he was left behind, wobbling around. An unapologetic smile was shot over to Madelaine as she protested to his music taste, and he would’ve inflicted more on her just for kicks if he didn’t also have a mutual appreciation for the song she had put on. Wiggling in his seat, Evan tried his best to match her enthusiasm, though driving in LA was admittedly a huge ball ache. Settling on singing along to the playlist instead, Evan only got more and more into it with each surprising new song that came on next. By the time that they were pulling up to a traffic light, 'Hungry Like The Wolf’ was on, and in the car next to them sat a very conventional looking family, the parents looking bewildered and kids bemused as Evan rolled down his window and treated them to the 80’s throwback show.

Madelaine: With her eyes deep into her phone, Madelaine tried to make up a perfect queue with all the fantastic tunes that would match up to their 80’s fantasy. Having spent much of her lifetime stuck in LA traffic, the redhead had lost that habit though ever since she started working in Vancouver for 10 months out of the year. She tried not to get impatient and roll around with the music, stealing random glances from her skating partner, his windbreaker and the genuine smile on his face as he sang along were pulling the most of her attention. Laughing when he rolled the window down, the actress leaned forward and joined the serenade to the family SUV on the other side before the light turned back to green and they had to pull away from their stopping point. The looks on the kids were slightly lost and amused, but the parents were horrified. “How scarred do you think we left those parents?” She joked at him.

Evan: An entertaining car journey partner was always appreciated, so Evan couldn’t have been more thankful for the redhead joining in on their serenade rather than simply rolling her eyes. With one eye on the traffic lights, Evan floored it as soon as they turned back to green, leaving the SUV in their perplexed wake. “I feel like we just took them on a journey back in time to a time their minds forgot because they spent half of it on an acid trip. They’ll have good sex tonight. We did them a favor”. Doing that thing again where his mind drew completely random conclusions and his mouth brought them to life, Evan saw nothing presumptuous at all with his statement, and spent the rest of the journey going back to their vehicle disco. Within another ten minutes, they were pulling into the parking lot, and the male was pleasantly surprised to find it almost full. He’d kind of assumed that roller discos were something time had forgotten, but the beauty of nostalgia and wanting to experience a time you hadn’t fully got to live in clearly kept some customers 'rolling’ in.

Madelaine: Madelaine was about to talk into the beginning of his statement, but she was surprised when he kept on going and drew a full conclusion to the end, making her chuckle and shrug her shoulders a little bit “Maybe they fell in love in an acid trip, maybe they’ll try to re-live it tonight, we may have turned their marriage back into what they felt when they got hitched… We did good, buddy” She said with a small nod and a smile, giving him a clap on the shoulder and a chuckle escaped her throat as she did. The remainder of the drive was spent humming to the music and occasionally rocking out to banging tunes, but when they made it there, Madelaine was pleasantly surprised to see that most of the people were looked out like them “Well this is a party if I’ve ever seen one… Come on, let’s go” She said with a bright smile, all but jumping out of the truck and walking inside with him. Stepping inside the place, she felt a loud booming of the music, turning to look at Evan with a bright smile.

Evan: At least he wasn’t alone in his thought process, it sounded like Madelaine got exactly where he was coming from, and Evan nodded along in agreement. The rink certainly didn’t disappoint as they stepped inside it, the vibe was infectious, and he immediately felt as if they’d made the right call. “Alriiiight.” He exclaimed, excitedly, making a beeline over to the skate rental and trading in his size 10’s. “Aren’t you glad this is the way you’ve chosen to start your weekend off?” And they hadn’t even really got started yet, but he could already tell the day was going to go smoothly.

Madelaine: She could feel her body start to swivel and her feet got a little dancey when they stepped into the place. When he beelined towards the skating place, Madelaine stepped in time behind him and looked around, captivated by the flashing lights and the amazing colors, she looked like a kid in Disney on her first time. Asking for her 6.5 skates, they got handed their pairs and went to sit down on a stool. Slipping the skates on, she couldn’t help but to let out a nervous laugh. She was gonna make such an asshole out of herself, but it was gonna be a fun night. “I absolutely am… As much as I love the con parties, this is… Certainly a better activity” She added. She could’ve gotten vlogging content for her YouTube channel, but this… This was much better.

Evan: didn’t know what it said about him that he was /this/ excited to get out onto the ‘dance floor’, both of them had smiles which threatened to make their jaw ache later, just like everybody else in the place, and the whole atmosphere was infectious. Lacing up his boots, Evan had his on quicker than Madelaine so took it upon himself to get on his knees and lace her second one up. Any time not spent seeing how disastrous they could be was time wasted. Then, he attempted to skate to the rink, the padded flooring making it more of an awkward waddle over there. “Shit, I’m not holding out a lot of hope right now if I’m this awkwardly footed on the non-slippery flooring”, he spoke over his shoulder to Madelaine, flashing her a comic expression before gliding out onto the dancefloor

Madelaine: Long nails and tight laces weren’t really two things that should happen together, nope. The moment the redhead tried to pick the laces from the skating boots to tighten them, she found herself struggling like an idiot, so when Evan knelt down to help her, she picked up her lips in a smile as a quick thank you. The faster she could get this done, the more time they’d spend roller skating… or figuring out how to stay on their feet, actually. Laughing at the way he waddled down the narrow carpet towards the rink, Madelaine tried to calm herself down. He was probably just as awkward as she was, so if anything, this would be more fun than traumatizing. “Hey, I don’t think I’m gonna be much better” She said with a laugh, mimicking his expression. The moment the wheels under her feet touched a slippery surface, she gasped and let out a quiet squeal “Oh God!” Her hands grasped at the railing. Everyone around them looked like either professionals or uncoordinated idiots like them.

Evan: Like with iceskating, it was definitely a wobbly start while you were trying to find your footing - it didn’t help that the last time he had rollerbladed had probably been +10 years ago, but he was a show off at heart, and even though he was just getting re-acquainted with the skates, the actor turned to face Madelaine, rather slowly managing to skate backwards instead. 'Born to Handjive’ from the Grease soundtrack was playing, so he worked his best 'mashed potato’ hand movements until a couple who clearly spent far too much time here sped past, twirling their way across the dancefloor, sending him into a complete wobble. “Show offs”. He mumbled, rolling his eyes over at Madelaine. “How ya doing there, red? Did you uh…is it a personal choice to be travelling at the speed of a baby sloth?”

Madelaine: She wasn’t gonna lie to herself, hell no, Madelaine was terrified. She’d been a dancer for most of her childhood years, where was all that dexterity and capability now, for fuck’s sake! The music was relaxing her, and slow but steadily, she was starting to stop moving herself by gripping the railing and pulling on it to push herself forward, and letting go of it to actually move and shuffle her legs. Laughing at Evan’s failed attempt to dance and his face contorting back to a scowl when he saw the clearly very experienced couple, she couldn’t help it but laugh “Oh my God, shut up, I hate you!” She said with a loud laugh, looking down at her feet, terrified to even move too far away from the railing “Uhm, excuse me, I don’t see you moving all that fast and far away, buddy”

Evan: Glancing around to check the coast was clear of that distracting as heck couple, Evan made his way back over to where Madelaine had managed to…pull herself? “I’m only going this slow so I can stick close to you. You know the drill, never leave a man behind”. Okay, so maybe that was a stretch from the truth. Maybe he hadn’t grown the ability to speed off and weave in and out of the others yet, but he sure as hell was picking it up with more ease than the actress. A smile that struggling not to be smug on his face, Evan held out his hand for Madelaine, hoping she would substitute the railing for his own balance. “Come on, we’re getting in the middle”.

Madelaine: This should’ve been easier, come on Madelaine, get yourself together, you’re looking like an idiot! The redhead tried to convince herself, to pull some of Cheryl’s fake confidence to herself and with a deep breath, she let go of the rails and put her hands up to her sides to balance herself “Alright, alright, I’m getting there… Leave no man behind, you’re full of crap” She said, rolling her eyes before smiling back at him. Looking at his hands, she reached out to grab them, the first impulse in her body when she could take a grip of something was to go strong for it, so she almost even leaned a little bit into her arms when she felt the support from him “To the middle? Oh God I-Oh shit” She cursed out as she started slipping around. She wasn’t falling but this certainly was faster than desirable “If you let go of my hands, I’m going to murder you”

Evan: It really was rapidly getting easier for Evan, so with every surge of newfound confidence, he wanted to push Madelaine a little further and he couldn’t help but pull her along with him the more and more he sped up. “I’m not gonna let go, I promise. Although…you might start wanting me to, soon. I mean look at this, I’m pretty much pro now” gesturing down at the very standard skating that was taking place, Evan knew full well that if anything else was required of him - if he had to turn suddenly, or even try a jump - he knew he’d go crashing down onto his ass, so this would do for now. “You’ve also progressed to fully grown sloth now, so I’m proud of you”.

Madelaine: The middle of the rink was less crowded, with all the people who wanted to go fast and move at a faster-than-glacier pace moving out to the edges, they were left almost alone in the middle of the floor and with less people around, Evan was starting to pick up a little speed and oh dear, Madelaine’s pale delicate hands were about to squeeze the life out of his broad ones. “Well then, Mr. Pro, go on and do a fun trick for everyone to baffle at your wonderful skills” She taunted him and laughed, trying to look at his feet. He was getting the hang of it, so she tried to copy him. One foot outwards, then back in, then the other one. Okay it wasn’t that hard. Rolling her eyes at the comparison, she groaned “Next time, we’re going to a ballet studio and I’m showing you how it’s done” She said with a laugh, needing to prove herself “Okay this is- I’m… This is actually- Okay” She spoke to herself as she started gaining more and more confidence, the grip on the blonde’s hands starting to loosen but definitely still there, mostly for moral support.

Evan: With less people around to crash into, Evan did feel like getting a little more experimental, though he was sure he’d come to regret it if he crashed and burned, not only infront of Madelaine, but everyone else in the rink. Plus, his white short-shorts threatened to rip if he tried anything too vigorous. “You told me not to let go of your hand yet, remember? So are you going to be doing this with me, or what?”. On his own, he probably would’ve just thrown his body down onto the floor, completed the worm and called it a day, but how hard could partner tricks be, really? “So bring some of that ballet grace here. Teach me how to pirouette, if you can. Which I reckon you can. You’re just in your own head right now because you’re worried about falling over and hurting yourself - but weren’t you like that on the first day of your ballet classes, too?”

Madelaine: When Evan proposed she’d do a trick with her, Madelaine’s big brown eyes widened and she shook her head “Oh no.. No no… No no no, don’t worry about me” She said with a laugh, licking her lips “I don’t think I could do any of that and ballet… In ballet you’re standing on your own feet, not on wheels! It’s like- For a pirouette, you just grab momentum and you have to go on pointe, lift your leg- And that’s just not gonna happen here” She said with a chuckle. “But here- lets see I… Mhm” She hesitated for a second before she pulled her hands back. Not too far, since she wanted to be right there if she needed to grab them again, but she straightened up her spine and looked up at him with a big smile, like a child coming back from school with a good grade “Look! Look I’m doing this” She almost yelled with pride, which turned a lot of heads who gave her some very weird looks, but she couldn’t care less.

Evan: In hindsight, maybe it was a good idea Evan couldn’t talk her into trying any tricks. He was just tapping into his inner motivational speaker when he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about - pirouettes were hard enough to master on your own toes, never mind on wheels. Still, it seemed to have instilled some confidence in her as she let go of his hand and took a better stance. The looks she was getting for her outburst only made Evan want to her obnoxiously loud with her, which he did, whooping and clapping as the girl managed to skate alongside him unaided. “You’re a graceful motherfucking Dove right now. Dove Cameron, who? Here’s Dove Petsch, coming through!”

Madelaine: Back upright, strength in her core, her legs were strong but her knees were bent as she used them to push downwards and out, once each time, this was easy, no wonder Evan had picked it up so quickly. Laughing when he started cheering her on, the redhead rolled her eyes and scoffed “Oh my God, you’re such an ass” She said with a laugh, letting herself relax a little now that she’d gotten into the rhythm of things. “With normal skates, this would’ve been a lot easier, it’s this freaking shoe thing with the four wheels, it’s like stepping on a toy car and- Oh shit”. Madelaine squealed before launching herself forward after putting too much weight on one of the outside wheels and it gave out under her weight, twisting her ankle under her body and making her fall to the ground arms first. “Fuck- that hurt a lot” She said between laughs, turning herself around and laying on her back with her sore leg laying down “I told you this would happen” She couldn’t stop laughing, a hand coming over her eyes.

Evan: Evan felt like a proud father as he watched Madelaine fly the nest, her speed picking up as she put some distance between them…and then, she was crashing to the ground. “Oh…fuck” Evan let out, immediately skating to her side, a concerned look on his face as he practically skidded to his knees. Please don’t cry, please don’t cry, he inwardly begged, hoping she hadn’t hurt herself too much and would consequently hate him for bringing her there. Then, her body started rocking and Evan reached out to…cradle her? He guessed, he didn’t know, he was awful at this sort of stuff. Laughter replaced any tears, and without knowing what was going on, the actor let out a couple of nervous laughs himself. “Why are you laughing?! Oh god, is this a 'laugh so you don’t cry sorta situation right now? Are you actually hurt? Where does it hurt?”

Madelaine: She’d always been the kind of person who’d rather laugh at her own foolishness before everyone started laughing at her, and this was no different than any other case. Before Evan started laughing at her, at least he’d be laughing with her. Plus, the situation was incredibly comical, if nothing else. Watching him come towards her and cradle her, concern in his eyes as he tried to figure out why the hell was she laughing instead of bitching and moaning, Madelaine shook her head and smiled at him “I’m laughing because I just ate shit in tiny short shorts in front of everyone here, how could I not laugh” She said between laughs “I’m fine, I think I’m fine” She said, happily leaning on him for support and sitting upright “I’m okay, I’m- Oh, my ankle” She said as she pulled her leg back and her ankle twinged

Evan: Now that Madelaine was putting it into words, Evan could appreciate how ridiculous the whole scenario was, and actually let himself laugh along to it with her. Other people were skating past glancing their way, but the fact they were both laughing probably dismissed the idea of her needing help. Moving to get back to his feet, Evan stopped mid-action as the redhead winced in pain while attempting to move. “Shit.” he let out, his mind instantly jumping to conclusions that she’d broken it. “Can you stand on it at all? Here -” holding out a hand and supporting her under the elbow, Evan attempted to pull her up - a feat made a lot more difficult thanks to the rollerskates. In hindsight, maybe he should’ve taken them off first.

Madelaine: Keeping her foot off the ground, which was heavier even with the skate, the redhead tried not to wince too hard when she stood up and allowed her weight to rest on Evan “I.. Shit- I don’t think I can” She said with a small chuckle. Looking down at their feet, Madelaine looked up at him and narrowed her eyes a little bit “Two people and three legs on skates… Why do I have a feeling this is not gonna be a good idea”

Evan: Full time carer mode activated when Madelaine admitted she couldn’t put any pressure on her ankle, and he was definitely in agreement to it not being a good idea for him to attempt to skate along, dragging a one-legged female in his wake. “Yeah, you’re right, one second”. With one arm still around Madelaine, Evan fumbled with his laces until they were loose enough for him to pull his skates off, one by one, wobbling haphazardly the entire time. Once they were off, he ditched them in the middle of the rink and padded back to the entrance in his socks, rolling Madelaine along with him. In a way, their predicament had now come in handy so she wouldn’t have to hop along or get him to carry her - which wouldn’t be the case once they’d left the establishment, but the thought of giving her a piggy back around didn’t bother him in the slightest. Once they had left the dancefloor, Evan sat Madelaine down onto the nearest bench and got back to his knees, his eyes holding her own gaze as he spoke. “Alright so, I’m not gonna lie, this is probably gonna hurt…” trailing off, the actor attempted to get her skate off as gently as possible, which would’ve been a lot easier if they weren’t high-tops.

Madelaine: With one arm wrapped around Evan’s shoulders and the other one holding onto his bicep, Madelaine tried her best to keep her balance and roll her way from the middle of the rink to the small exit door, following him and trying her best to hop and scoot herself onto where they once sat to put these death traps on. “Yeah I- Oh ouch ouch ow ow ow!” She whimpered as Evan started to unlace the shoes and pull them off. She hated being the whiny girl, she was always so strong and fended for herself, so this was less than desirable. As he was managed to slip the injured feet’s skate off, the redhead bent down to try and take the other one off “I told you this was gonna end badly, I’m so sorry” She said, biting her lip and shaking her head as she kicked the other one off and sighed.

Evan: hated hearing Madelaine in pain, especially knowing he was the one that was sort of inflicting it on her by trying to get the boot off, but he couldn’t give up half way, and with the last little wiggle, he’d managed to free her foot. The sounds she was making definitely wasn’t promising, and normally he wouldn’t resort straight to this, but he knew she was a busy girl who couldn’t just let wait to let recovery happen without actually knowing what they were dealing with. “Don’t be sorry at all, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me. This was my idea, and you’re probably gonna hate me even more for suggesting this, but…I think we need to get you to the hospital. I can carry you out to my car? I know this isn’t exactly how you planned to spend your con weekend, and I feel so fucking bad”.

Madelaine: “Hey, no, don’t say that!” Madelaine said with a smile, shaking her head a little bit “I wanted to come here, and let’s face it, in the twenty minutes we spent in there I had the time of my life… Before my clumsy self kicked in” The redhead said, a shrug picking up her shoulders with a small smile to make him feel better. The rink people brought them their shoes over, seeing that Madelaine was struggling a little bit and Evan was helping, and she thanked them with a kind smile. “Really?” The girl asked her companion “Do you think it’s like… Hospital bad?” She asked, looking down at her feet. It was certainly swollen, but at least it wasn’t broken or anything, right? Hearing him offer to carry her to his car, Mads furrowed her brow “I haven’t had a good piggy back in ages… Turn around” She said, picking her Converse up by the high top and waiting until he turned around and lowered himself enough for her to jump on his back.

Evan: Evan’s concerned expression melted into a smile as Madelaine reassured him. He too had been enjoying himself thoroughly until the inevitable happened and one of them bit the dust. “Hey, if it wasn’t going to be you, it would’ve been me, so either way one of us was going to end up carried out of here, and I think you would’ve struggled a little more carrying my ass out. Also, it’s better to be safe than sorry, right? I’d rather them do x-rays on it now than to find out your ballet days are behind you in a few months when the bone fuses back together in some gnarly, unaligned way”. Scooping up his own shoes, Evan got into position for her to be able to hop on with ease, and made his way out of the building. “See ya later, 80th century. It’s been emotional”. He declared as they re-entered the parking lot, spinning back around so he could place her onto the passenger seat. “Alright, I know a hospital pretty close to here, and I’ll drive you to San Diego in the morning so don’t even…worry about that”.

Madelaine: He always had to make it odd, first with the couple who got married on an acid trip, now with her bones fusing into an anthropomorphic mess of a leg, and Madelaine couldn’t help it but laugh. Even if she was in slight pain and was getting carried out of a skating rink on the back of someone she’d only met today, she was smiling, and that meant a lot to her. “Well, I can’t have that! How’s the show gonna explain that? Oh, Cheryl got into a bad cheerleading accident and had to have her ankle and foot replaced by a stump, we’ve swapped her storyline, now she’s half pirate” She said with an eloquent voice, as if she were pitching the idea to show runners. Sliding herself onto the seat and buckling up, the concern in Evan’s voice made her heart melt “Hey, don’t worry about that… You’re doing more than enough now. I mean, sitting in a waiting room in those short shorts? They’re gonna wanna take -you- in for tests”

Evan: “I mean…a storyline like that would /definitely/ make me want to watch the show. You said she was a closeted bitch at first, so she’s changed slightly already, why not go the full stretch and have her be a pirate in the next season?” Sliding back into the seat that he was unaware he’d be sitting back in so soon, Evan buckled himself in and began the drive to the nearest hospital, chuckling softly at the thought of them sat side by side in the accident and emergency department dressed how they were. If anything, hopefully it would give the staff on shift a smile. “So what’s the story we’re going with? Are we gonna pretend you hurt it doing something a lot more badass than struggling to roller skate, or are we just going to hope and pray that they’ve had this kind of scenario before?”

Madelaine: “Of course the peg leg girl would attract the lobster claw boy” Madelaine said with an eyeroll and a laugh, her whole body semi-turned to face him as he drove her. He really didn’t have to, so she appreciated that he was taking the time to do this for her. Making sure she had everything she needed in her backpack, the redhead allowed herself to flump back down on the seat “I mean, with Riverdale you never know, maybe the next villain will be a crazy pirate and Cheryl will be his side kick” She joked. “Mhm…” His question took her a little off guard “I think they must’ve seen this before. Maybe not the disco rink, but the outfits? Definitely. Remember all the acid marriages, they need to re-live their golden years, and I’m sure there’s gotta be more than one fella who goes wild for these short shorts” She said, shimmying her butt on the seat for a second before groaning, she’d moved her ankle a bit and it stung again.

Evan: “Peg leg girl and lobster claw boy, now that sounds like a duo that I could…ship?” He stated, attempting to use the terminology that he’d seen fans use so many times. From the sounds of it, with their wacky plotlines, maybe Riverdale wasn’t so different from AHS afterall, only a lot less serious and a lot more camp. “I honestly think you should suggest that - a crazy pirate sounds like the perfect addition to your show.” Attempting to keep the conversation flowing to take Madelaine’s mind off the pain, Evan cast a glance over at the female as she shimmied and instantly regretted it. “Alright, you…stop being all bubbly until further notice, if you can. That’s doctors orders” He demanded, resuming more small talk until they’d reached the hospital, where he parked the car and got back into position for her to climb on his back again. Maybe it was a little extra, but it was a hell of a lot faster just to carry her than to make her hop alongside him, with a lot less movement on her part as well. Reaching the front desk of the accident department, the clerk saw to them pretty sharpishly once she realised Madelaine was on his back. “So uh, we have a case of terrible roller-skater here with possibly sprained or broken ankle…”

Madelaine: With a made up frown on her face, Madelaine tried to stay put on her ass while Evan drove them to the emergency room. Looking down at her feet, she couldn’t help it but laugh a little bit, throwing her head back to the head rest and closing her eyes for a split second, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with a grumpy sigh “I have to wear heels tomorrow for interviews!” She whined into the air before chuckling quietly. It could’ve been a lot worse. The pain, as annoying as it was, was completely bearable and she could put up with it until the end of the weekend. Watching him pull into the parking spaces, the redhead re-assumed her shimmying technique until the end of the seat and went up on her companion’s back, resting her head on his shoulders. The emergency area wasn’t too crowded, mostly people who were clearly not feeling well, but no actual emergencies they could be stopping. “Oh hi” She said with a bright smile, waving her hand to the nurse on the other side of the counter. “Oh, put her down on that chair, we’ll take care of it” The nurse said, pointing at a wheelchair with a male nurse holding it. Dismounting Evan’s back, Madelaine hopped onto the chair, handing her backpack and shoes over to the blonde boy “I’m sure I won’t be long. Just some X-Rays before I see the doctor, right?” She asked, looking back at the nurse. “Yeah, you can wait here, your girlfriend will be right back” He said as he started wheeling her away.

Evan: It was just Evan’s luck that he’d managed to hang out with some female company, and once again, they were whisked away by some hunky dude. Only this time, they weren’t dating, and afore mentioned hunky dude was simply her nurse. That was better than what he was used to. As they rolled away, Evan only just registered what the staff member had said, so had to raise his voice a little for his response to be heard. “Bold of you to assume I could land someone that hot!” he called out jokingly, sticking his hand into the bowl of candy that sat upon the desk, noticing the clerk giving him a judgemental look as he unwrapped the sweet and popped it into his mouth. “What’s up?” He spoke with no response. “...You come here often?”

Madelaine: It must’ve taken around half an hour to fourty five minutes before all the X-Rays were taken, but Madelaine really wasn’t rushed at all. Many nurses came over to ask her about the show, and she was happy to see the fans ranged from all ages and professions. If someone as serious as a doctor could watch something as camp-y as Riverdale, they were doing a good job. By the end of it, she was getting rolled back to Evan in the waiting room with a smile on her face and a bandage on her leg. “Hey, you” She said with a big smile “So, no big heels while standing up, you can wear them for interviews and photo ops, but try and get down to flats as soon as possible, and ice whenever you can, alright? The pain should be gone in 3 to 5 days, it’s just a hard twist, not even a sprain. You’ve got a very good friend here who made sure you didn’t step on it” The Doctor said while looking at Evan and then the girl “Thank you so much, Doctor- Oh wait, can I have your pen?” She said, looking down and then at Evan “Pass me my backpack?” She asked, quickly pulling out her wallet. Taking out one business card, she scribbled her signature and the names of the two daughters he’d mentioned were big fans of the show before handing it and the pen back “Make sure to have them come over to San Diego any time of the weekend if they want, I’ll walk outside to give them a hug… Or maybe this guy can give me a piggyback ride” She teased, looking at Evan and giving him a wink.

Evan: Drumming his fingers absentmindedly against the arms of the chair he was sat on, Evan didn’t even notice the looks the clerk kept giving him, his presence clearly irritating her. He was used to that. Blame it on his ADD, he barely even noticed anymore when he was being a little shit. Finally, there was movement out of the corner of his eye, and his 80’s clad friend was being wheeled back towards him. Getting up with a grin, Evan flashed her a thumbs up at the bandage. “Nice. I’m liking the SDCC accessory of choice”, he teased, knowing full well that a girl as fashion forward as Madelaine wouldn’t wear it and do her best to pretend nothing was wrong with her ankle tomorrow. He watched on as she refused to let herself leave without giving a little something back to the doctor who had taken care of her, and he had to smile, most people would’ve been in too much of a hurry to cater to their own needs to think about others. “Well, I don’t know about /that/, I’ve gotta be in Italy tomorrow…but tell you what, you need to rest, I figure we can’t do anything that requires you standing up anymore, so I’ll drive you to San Diego. Today, in your car. That way I don’t have to leave you straight away, and we can talk a little more? Or…carry on serenading random car loads of people?”

Madelaine: Rolling her eyes at Evan’s comment, Madelaine couldn’t help it but smile. He knew full and well that she wouldn’t wear the bandage, but she’d try to do the best with her ice packs and resting the leg, but Cheryl wasn’t gonna go down to her flats, and neither was she, so it’d just have to fix itself with time. Watching the whole medical staff wave goodbye and leave them, Madelaine reached up with her hands as if to ask Evan for a hand to hold and get up. She could hop towards the car, he’d carried her enough and as much as she joked about, he’d done more than she’d expected. “Yeah, I think I’m out of commission… I’m sorry I had to cut our night at the rink short, you looked like a natural” She said with a small smile “You wanna drive two hours to San Diego?” She asked, eyebrow cocked up. “I mean, yeah of course, I don’t have much to do tonight, but do you really wanna do that?” She wanted to invite him over to her house and they could talk there, he didn’t have to do all that for her.

Evan: Taking Madelaine’s hand, Evan helped her to her feet and propped an arm over his shoulder, both of them a little more lenient with how much movement she made now they knew it wasn’t broken. That had to be relieving for her, she had a heck of a lot to do that weekend and he would’ve felt endlessly guilty if she couldn’t dive into it as much as she wanted. Although, if he were honest with himself, he’d get a little kick out of seeing all of the professional shots of the Riverdale crew looking glamorous, with a wink to their few hours spent in LA together in the form of a bandage on her ankle. “It’s totally cool, if we had stayed any longer I probably would’ve grown /too/ good at it, and people would’ve been marvelling, it would’ve been embarrassing, you know?” Hopping back into his own car, Evan waited for them to settle on a destination before he bothered putting the key in the ignition. “I mean, it makes sense, you can’t really drive with a jacked up ankle, I don’t know how else your car would get to San Diego, and I can easily get a train or bus back, it’s chill. I’m making the decision for you”.

Madelaine: Hopping back towards the car, Madelaine gripped onto Evan’s waist tightly as she tried to steady herself and balance everything she had going on while they made it back. Getting on the truck was hard now that she wasn’t getting positioned from his back, but once she managed to get in there, she happily buckled in and let her foot rest on her healthy leg “You probably would’ve ended up getting like, scouted for a national 80’s roller derby team, and what would’ve been of your acting career? Someone with that much rollering skills can’t drop out of such a thing, you had to represent your country! Really, it’s for the best, I did you a favor in the end” She added with a small shrug, trying to keep a straight face for as long as she could before she cracked. Hearing him say that he’d happily drive her and taken a bus back to LA had the redhead shaking her head “What? No way, no, I refuse. We can go home, and open a bottle of wine and talk until the sun comes out if you want, but I’m not gonna let you do that. I’m… Very thankful, but I’ve got castmates who are driving from here, my stylist and make up team, an Uber, there’s plenty of ways I can get there. And you’ve got a flight to catch in the morning.”

Evan: Evan wasn’t sure what he expected Madelaine to be like, but honestly…this wasn’t it. He’d probably thought she’d take herself more seriously, so was pleasantly surprised to find out she can be just as goofy as himself - her next joke proved it. Shaking off the laugh that consumed them both for a moment, the male got the car started and buckled himself in. “Alright, if you’re sure. The option’s always there. But I like the sound of your idea, too....Your place or mine?”

#( 010 )

[mayardsale]

I saw the fear in his eyes when I confessed to him that something was missing. The reflection of my cracking voice in his face was exactly what I expected. The best thing that ever happened in my life had started to unravel and I couldn’t explain why. We had been best friends for a year in grad school. An inseparable pair in our first study group, we made each other laugh uncontrollably on day one. We found ourselves innocently sharing our life stories in the library three nights a week. I was amazed at how intelligently he told the simplest of stories. Our classmates clearly saw where we were headed before we did. We were both in dead end relationships until the day of graduation when we both found enough strength to face the fact that we had grown to be more than friends in that small college town. We were perfect for each other and we knew it. And then we moved. Me to Boston and him to San Diego. For 27 months and 2 weeks we had the strongest long distance relationship imaginable. While I counted every day & night that we were physically apart - the longest drought was 54 days - I never really missed him. Honestly I was either at work or we were on the phone. Always. We talked about work, travel, our future house, sex, the economy, his football team, my basketball team, sex, my clothes, his car, our mothers, politics and sex. We fucking completed each other. And then we’d finally meet in person and, well, fuck each other silly. Not a lot of verbal activity. Condoms, lubrication and energy drinks. Very little talking when we in person. We just fit perfectly. And as soon as we were dressed and in front of the airport - yes, sometimes there was fuckery en route to the airport - we’d be back to talking nonstop. So I couldn’t understand how I found myself telling the man I loved so deeply that there was something missing. And that something I could not explain. The first two years in the same house were hectic because of outside reasons. We moved three times because of work, my mother got sick, there was that hurricane and we started planning a wedding. But I remembered the night that he proposed that I had a twinge of fear that something was missing. I brushed it off as nerves, but I distinctly remember that piece of doubt. I would describe that piece of doubt as the missing puzzle piece in a 10,000 piece puzzle that seemed meaningless when you had 100 pieces put together. But as we reached 2000 pieces the thought of that one missing piece started to annoy me. And there we were at 8,000 pieces and all I could imagine was that big fucking empty space in our perfect puzzle. And I had no idea what that piece was. So I kept it to myself until we were down to our last 50 pieces. Along the way, of course, I tried everything. From dance classes to making sex tapes, from quitting a job and finding a new one to getting a cat we didn’t need. And he happily went along for the ride because I was his best friend. But I saw that the last few pieces were on the table and that piece was nowhere in sight. So I told him. I saw the hurt in his eyes as clear as the glasses on his face. But I also saw that he’d known all along that there was a missing piece. So there was this brief comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone. But that comfort ended when he kissed me on my forehead and grabbed his car keys. Without as much as a word he walked out of our front door with a pace that begged me to stop him. But I didn’t. A week later, I stopped crying. Unsurprisingly we didn’t try to contact each other. For four years we had talked constantly and now we completely understood that we needed space. Space to find that missing piece. Or come to terms with the fact that the missing piece had never really existed. After another week I was ready to give up hope. We knew we were safe because he could see that I’d paid the bills online and I knew that he’d come by the house while I was at work to take out the trash, feed the cat and get fresh clothes. We weren’t avoiding each other but we were avoiding the missing piece. And just as I had come to the realization that we would simply remain ghosts in each other’s lives, there he was. In our kitchen. Making dinner. I simply took off my heels and sat down to what was an amazingly curated meal of lemon roasted chicken, steamed broccoli & carrots and my favorite red wine. I tasted every delicious bite as though it was our last meal as a couple. The pepper in the chicken and the garlic in the vegetables lingered with every breath I engaged while I could hear his fork fall gently against his plate. These senses were heightened because I couldn’t dare look him in the eye as we quietly filled our house. I knew that if we made eye contact we would know if that missing piece was found. Or if it ever really existed. But I couldn’t let this silence go on forever. So I promised myself to take one last sip of wine to help me face my future. Shaking the entire time I slowly sipped my wine until my glass was empty. And so was his chair. I watched him slowly walk up the stairs to our bedroom. So I took the hint and followed. All of the upstairs lights were off and it was pitch black. I could hear him walk into our bedroom so I followed, but I added my own twist. By the time I reached our bedroom door, the light from the downstairs kitchen was gone. And so were my clothes. I stepped into our bedroom without worrying whether this was going to be our last night as a couple or whether there was even a stupid fucking puzzle. I simply got in my bed naked and found my best friend. Naked. His thigh brushed up against mine as it had a thousand times before and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. But before I could decide whether or not I could go through with this, I was given something most unexpected. Headphones? A pair of oversized, noise canceling headphones were gently placed on my head while my head rested gently upon my satin covered pillow. I laid motionless with a naked thigh against my thigh and headphones on my head. “The Asian markets have traded favorably over the last couple of months and US interests have been better for it,” his voice declared. “It should come as no surprise that volatility in EU continues to send Americans east.” The headphones were gently thumping my eardrums with his reading of some random economic news that I knew little about just as his hands gently found themselves caressing my arms. Every word and every stroke got me wet. I melted as I heard his voice easily transition from economic turmoil in Germany to “an unforgiving workout routine for your triceps”. All the while his hands gently massaged my naked skin from my neck to my calves. He gently squeezed my breasts as I listened to him read the horoscope page. Fuck! When his warm tongue circled my nipples I was listening to the baseball scores. By the time he reached the second theater review that tongue of his was dancing on my clit and his hands were firmly holding my breasts. As he sucked the dripping juices from my pussy I began to erupt into a fury of orgasms that made me miss every word flowing into my ears. My thighs squeezed his head as he held onto me for dear life - as though my orgasms were his sustenance. I began to rub my own breast as I felt his right hand slip away to stroke his dick. Fuck! “These homes usually don’t attract,” was all I heard before I came against his face like I’d always imagined during our long distance relationship conversations. Sometimes I just got horny while he told me about San Diego weather, so I tried to rub one out before he noticed. I guess he noticed. I didn’t even care if he was breathing at that moment because I was fucking his face like there was no tomorrow. I could only assume that he was going to survive based on how tightly he was grabbing my breasts and how vigorously he was pumping his own dick. “With mortgages rates dipping,” I heard as I rotated my pussy around his face and impaled my mouth on his dick just in time to catch a load of cum that I swallowed before he’d known what hit him. Fuck! “The paintings in this exhibition,” his voice clearly began to explain as the smell of sweaty balls and sex began to compete for space in my brain. Unfortunately I couldn’t get my body to remove my face from his dick and my pussy from his mouth. We simply laid there motionless in a puddle of our own filthy love juices as I joyfully listened to that last puzzle piece fall into place before drifting off to sleep.