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electronicgrowth · 3 years

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Can’t Get Enough Chapter 1

AN: Actual chapter 1. This is already smuttttty. I format shitty. Sorry. Let me introduce you to Miss Billie. I love her and I stole both parts of her name from my different ancestors.

Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

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The first time Lee saw her, like really saw her, was at one of the high school football games. She was cheering on the sidelines. She did a high kick and Lee couldn’t help but stare at her exposed thighs. From there his eyes traced up her body. Her cheer sweater was thick and the neckline was high, but he could tell that her curves were pressing the confines of the sweater. Next he noticed her smile. It was bright and genuine. During the football games he would watch her. Watching her joke around with the other girls. When she would laugh, he swore that his world stopped. He wanted to be the reason she laughed and smiled.

Sometimes when he watched her, she would look up directly at him. Did she sense him staring? She would smile at him. Was she smiling to be polite? Lee couldn’t figure her out. At church on Sundays he would stare at her sitting with her large family. His mind would wander, wander to places that it shouldn’t be going during church. Between the services she would help serve lunch. She paid special attention to Lee, always making sure that his glass was full of sweet tea or coffee. She often encouraged him to try the dessert she would make. Sometimes she even sat with him and asked him questions about what being a police officer was like. Lee was sure that he bored her, but she always appeared to be engaged and interested. Lee often wondered if she enjoyed toying with him. And Billie wondered if Lee paid any mind at all to her flirting. She was enamored with young Deputy Bodecker. His jaw was sharp and his eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. She could tell he was strong, even if he was softer around the middle than most boys her own age. He was a man, and she liked that. She was positive that he didn’t feel the same. The only hint Billie ever got was that Lee slowly started to visit her at her job.

Billie worked at the diner after school and on the weekends. It was relatively common for the Ross County deputies to stop by the cafe for breakfast or lunch on Saturday. But slowly Lee came in more and more. By April of that year, he ate there for lunch every Saturday. He sat at the countertop so he could talk with Billie between her other customers. He learned that she loved to read, she wanted to be an English teacher. She wanted to go to school in a big city and then teach for a few years before having kids of her own. She learned about his mother and sister. His mother had passed years before. She learned that he owned a house. He always commented that it was a nice house but he didn’t know what to do with all the space. Hinting that it needed a woman’s touch or a few babies to fill it.

Billie tried to ignore the thrill that gave her. She had a plan and she couldn’t let Lee distract her from it. No matter how handsome she thought he was. Plus, there was no way someone ten years older than her cared at all. And yet, she always caught him staring at her. He looked like a hungry wolf surveying its prey. The thought of being Lee’s prey made her weak in the knees. Billie went on dates with boys from school. None were talented with kissing. They fumbled too much for Billie’s liking. None of them made her feel what Lee made her feel. At night she would think about what it would be like to let Lee kiss her. She would clench her thighs at the thought. Sometimes her hand would slip between her thighs. She imagined that it was Lee touching her.

Lee did the same. Every time he went on a date and they would jerk him off, he imagined it was Billie. Although, if he got Billie in the front seat of his cruiser he wouldn’t just have her jerk him off. He would touch her and she would be soaking for him. He would be gentle at first, but he would ruin her for all other men. He thought of what Billie would sound like moaning his name when he touched himself. Thinking of Billie always made him come quickly. He started imagining what it would be like to bring her back to his house. What it would be like if he came home to her every night. Lee knew he would probably marry Billie if he was given the chance. He prayed that he would find an opportunity to get her alone. If he was vigilant enough he was sure he could catch her on a date. Separate her from whatever boy she was with. Drive her out to another abandoned location and take what he wanted.

He caught her once, just before he was elected Sheriff the first time. It was right after her graduation. She was kissing on some old football player after the graduation ceremony, he was sure they’d been drinking. They were parked on a deserted side street. Lee was out patrolling that night, but really he had seen Billie get in the car with the boy, Ralph was his name, and followed them. He saw them pull down that street and park the car. He was quick to walk over to the car, flashlight in hand. He could see them kissing. The boy was clumsy. Billie wasn’t. She moved languidly. She was a little vixen. She opened her eyes and saw Lee before he could knock on the glass window with a flashlight. A mischievous look flashed in her eyes.

“Open the window, this is Deputy Bodecker,” The window was quickly rolled down.

The boy was nervous, but she just smirked. Almost like she was excited to be caught. Lee watched her make a big show of adjusting her dress. She adjusted it so even more of her breasts were showing. Ralph was focused on Lee, so what was the point of her doing that if not for him?

“Alright break it up. Boy, I’m gonna let you off with a warning. I don’t want to catch you doing this again, or I’ll let your daddy tan your hide. You just get on home.”

“Yes sir.”

“You missy” he points, “you’re coming with me.”

She rolled her eyes before getting out of the car. Ralph drove away quickly. Billie watched him drive away before speaking.

“What? You gonna run me in or something?” She asked.

“Just wanna make sure you get home safe with your honor intact,” he responded, shoving her into his car.

“What makes you so sure it is still intact?” She inquires as he settles himself into the driver’s seat.

“Girlie, I know everything that goes on in this town.” She slid over on the bench closer to him. She was practically pressed up against him. Lee’s body was vibrating in anticipation. But he knew he had to keep himself in check.

“Right, cuz you’re gonna be the sheriff one day, right Lee?” Her hand went to his thigh.

He raised an eyebrow at her. What was she doing?

“Careful girl.”

“Or what?” She teases, “You gonna punish me?” She skated her hand up his thigh and started to palm his crotch.

“You sure you wanna start that, sugar?” Lee asked skeptically, biting the words out from clenched teeth.

“I see the way you look at me. I see you getting all hot for me in my cheer uniform.” She whispered in his ear. Her hands go to his belt and she undoes it and his pants. She pulls his cock out, curling her hand around the length and pumping him up and down. He nearly veers off the road in shock. He clears his throat, trying to stay calm. He maintains control until he pulls over into the abandoned gas station parking lot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He’s shocked by her actions. He never imagined that she would come on to him.

“Oh please. I’ve seen you at the drive-in before with those girls you take on dates. I know what you do in your cruiser.”

“W-what?” He asks in a panic. How does she know? Do other people know?

“Calm down. I only know because I pay attention to you. Just answer me this deputy, have you thought about me when you touch yourself or when those hussies at the drive-in touch you?” She kept pumping him. “I bet you think about really taking me don’t you?”

“You have quite the mouth on you, sugar,” he tells her through gritted teeth.

She was right. He did think about her. Every time he touched himself he thought of Billie. Every time one of this dates jacked him off he was really thinking of Billie. Lee didn’t answer her, he decided his best course of action was toy with her just as she was with him. He pushed his hand up her leg and to the apex of her thighs. He moved her soaked panties to the side so he could plunge into her with his fingers. She moaned loudly, biting her lip.

“You didn’t answer me,” she pouts, slowing her hands.

“You’re right. I think about you all the time. God you’re tight.”

Lee caught her lips in a desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth. Lee was spurred on. Fucking her with his fingers. She was pumping him vigorously. The hand that wasn’t between her legs went to her breasts palming them. She had great tits. Lee always thought so. She ran her tongue against his. He could feel her wetness pool into his palm. She grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her as she laid down across the front seat.

He pulled her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, flipping her dress up so he could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight. He couldn’t take her like this. Not in the front seat of the cruiser. He shoved her hands away, but kept his fingers inside of her. With his other hand he rubbed his cock along her pussy lips. Thrusting so his length bumped over her clit, and was soaked by her slit.

“I won’t fuck you tonight, baby. You deserve to be taken in a bed. But God, you feel so good,” he grunted.

“Lee,” she gasps. He keeps curling his fingers inside her, she’s obscenely wet. Lee is dying to get inside of her, but he knows he has to wait.

“So wet,” he murmurs, “You always get this wet when boys touch you?”

“No,” she whimpers.

“What’s got you so worked up this time, darlin’?” He smirks, he knows the answer.

“You.” Her pussy tightens as she answers. She thrusts her hips against his cock. The head doesn’t enter her only because his fingers are inside her.

He continues his assault of her until she comes with a shout. Her pussy flutters around his fingers. When she’s fully come down from her high, Lee shoves his fingers into her mouth, continuing to rub his cock up against her lower lips. She sucks on each of his fingers with relish, as Lee continues to thrust against her slit. She lets each finger go with a loud pop of her lips. Then she gets a mischievous look in her eye. She pushes her hips up again. This time the head of his cock slips down and rests just against her entrance. Lee raises an eyebrow at her. He knows he could get inside her easily, she’s so wet. Her dainty hand reaches between them, she grips his cock and pushes it inside her so just the tip rests inside. It takes all of Lee’s self control not to thrust the rest of the way in. But he doesn’t want to take her and have her regret it.

“We can’t,” he huffs, trying to catch his breath.

“I just wanted to know what it would feel like to have you inside me, just a little bit,” she whispers.

“Not tonight, baby,” Lee tells her. He tries to pull out, but her legs cage him in.

“Just put a little more in,” she begs her hips thrust up trying to force the movement, “It won’t even count.”

“Not tonight,” he repeats, “You deserve to be fucked somewhere better than a car.” She lets her legs drop, and Lee pulls out. The head of his cock is soaked with her.

“Finish in my mouth,” she pants. Lee goes wide eyed. Sure, he didn’t date the most reputable of women but never had one offered to do that. He sits back up and nods at her. She happily gets down on her knees. She eagerly licks her essence off of his length before taking him into her mouth, slowly, bit by bit. Finally she take him down her throat. She groans around Lee, he doesn’t even have to direct her. She’s already hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing up and down. He’s trying not to thrust up. He doesn’t want her to gag. But he can’t control himself. When she gags around his length, more salvia runs down to his balls. She looks up at him, then forces herself to gag around him. She starts to do that slowly, but speeds up. Lee can’t take the vision in front of him. His little angel on her knees, his whole cock in her mouth. And she’s trying so hard to please him that spit is dripping down her chin.

“Oh fuck,” Lee growls, grabbing the back of her head and holding her in place while he cums in her mouth. She swallows all of it down, only a small drop appearing at the corner of her lips. She wipes it away with a finger before sucking the remaining cum off of said finger.

��You taste so good, deputy,” she smirks. Lee is utterly gobsmacked. This little minx has him wrapped around her little finger. She rights her dress as Lee tucks himself back into his pants. She joins him on the bench. Snuggling into him. Lee wraps one arm around her and drives her home. Upon arriving back at her house she hops out of the car.

“I’ll see you around Deputy Bodecker. Thanks again for the ride,” she teases. She starts to walk away but turns around as if she’s forgotten something, she comes right up to the driver side window.

“I’m sorry,” she begins, an innocent look on her face, “I almost took these, and they belong to you.” She shoves her soiled panties into the pocket of his leather jacket and winks at him.

“Goodnight Deputy.” Lee watched her walk up the steps and into the house before recovering enough to drive away. Lee managed to drive himself home, albeit in an intense daze. He was already thinking of how he would court Billie. Make her Billie Bodecker. She was supposed to leave for college in the fall, but he couldn’t let her leave now. She would get a job in town for now. And after the appropriate amount of time he would marry her. Or maybe he would just knock her up and keep her. It didn’t matter how he did it, as long as he got her. He had already made the decision by the time he laid down in bed that night.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x ofc #the devil all the time #tdatt #lee bodecker smut

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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years

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Always In Your Corner- Part 4

a/n: Originally this chapter was going to be a little longer, but I’m not satisfied with the second half so I decided to go ahead and post. Sorry about the long wait! Please ignore my grammar mistakes. I hope y’all enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Summary: You were happily engaged to your perfect boyfriend when everything came tumbling down on you. The person you turned to just so happened to be your long time friend, Boone Jenner. The ever loyal Boone is there to help you get back on your feet. Little did you know, Boone had been pining after you for all these years, he’s just not sure if you’ll ever feel the same way about him.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, drinking

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Almost a year later…

The season wasn’t quite under way yet, but everyone was back in Columbus for camp and preseason. The summer without Boone was a long one, but it was good for you to be independent after relying on him for so long. You still talked everyday and he came back to Ohio a couple of times to visit. Since he got back you’ve been spending more and more time together. Boone would be lying if he said that one of his trips back to Columbus was just for a voluntary charity event. He would have used any excuse to be back in the city with you.

You had grown a lot since you walked out on Craig. Living on your own was a hard transition but you got the hang of it. You were starting to find the head strong and excited girl you used to know. You also felt like you had finally started becoming your own person, independent from a man. For the first time you did what you wanted, when you wanted, and you loved that part. There were always days that were harder than others, but you had come along way, and you were proud of yourself.

The first time you ran into Craig was definitely one of the hard days.

It was nearly six months after you had walked out, and shortly after Columbus had been knocked out of the playoffs. You were walking out of a coffee shop one morning when you saw Craig, hand in hand with Chelsea. They looked happy and if you hadn’t known them you would have thought they made a cute couple, but you did know them. You knew that she was the girl who your fiancé had slept with. You also knew, that the blame couldn’t just be put on her. Craig made the choice just as consciously as she had.

You thought that if you looked down and didn’t say anything they may not even notice you, but just as you passed them you heard Craig’s voice, “Y/N? Is that you?”

“Oh hey! I didn’t even see you guys!” You probably seemed too eager, but they were both being overtly nice too.

“Wow, I didn’t even recognize you at first.” Craig was probably referencing the hard work you had been putting in at the gym over the last few months, in an attempt to help yourself get back on track.

“Your hair is a lot longer, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it styled like that.” Chelsea was now referencing your grown out hair that you recently added some highlights to. You knew she was trying hard to make polite conversation. You hadn’t been dying to do go full on break up bangs, but you figured some fresh color couldn’t hurt.

“It looks really good,” Craig was looking at you, and you knew he was looking at you in a way a taken man shouldn’t be looking at a single girl. You knew that look, proving that you still knew parts of him like the back of your hand. But the thing was, he was never a huge fan of your hair when it was long. Once he even said that he thought you should keep you hair short like some celebrity he had seen on tv. You always thought it was kind of sweet that he cared about little things like how your hair was, but now you saw how controlling he was.

You wanted to be the bigger person, you wanted to just let it go, but you couldn’t, “That’s funny, you never liked my hair when it was long,” You let out a laugh as a weak attempt at keeping it light. You could tell Chelsea was uncomfortable and Craig was searching for the right thing to say. “Well, it was good seeing you guys, but I’ve really got to run!” You gave a fake smile and made your way back down the street to where you had parked your car.

Finally, you got to the car and you slammed your door shut behind you. In the silence of your car, your strong facade was stripped away, and you felt tears pierce the corners of your eyes. Feelings of sadness, embarrassment, and anger filled you to the brim. For months you had been working on recovering from your downfall, and in this moment you couldn’t help but feel like it was all for nothing.

It’s like Boone knows when you need him, and you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your jacket. When you looked down and saw that it was him you automatically answered it, “Hey B, what’s up? Miss me already?” You tried to hide your uneven breathing caused by your sobs from a few seconds ago, but it did little to deter from the fact that you had been crying.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? I’ll get on the next flight to Columb-“

“Boone, I’m fine. Really. I just ran into Craig and Chelsea, and I know it’s stupid, but it just sucked seeing them together and now I’m just crying in my car, and I’m pretty sure I freaked out some little kid when he walked by because I look scary when I ugly cry.” You stumbled your way through the rest of the story and Boone did his best to understand you through your crying and hiccups. When you first went to stay with Boone, you had been reluctant to share things with him, not wanting to overshare or burden him with too much. Now, you were more comfortable talking with him, even if he did have to pry a little at first.

“I’m not sure if I got all of that, but fuck him. He’s a loser and so is that Chelsea bitch. I wouldn’t care what you did with your hair. Your hair is great, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t the only reason you’re beautiful. You’re a good person, and you’re probably the smartest person I know. You’re funny, even though I hate to admit it.n Plus, you’ve got killer friends, like me. I meant it when I said I would come back. If you need me, I’m there. You know that.”

You of course hadn’t asked him to come back, but take note that his protective manner towards you has definitely grown over the last few months. After reassuring him that you were going to be fine, you decided that you weren’t going to wallow in this. It was in the past, and you knew then more than ever, that you had made the correct decision in leaving Craig.

Tonight, Alexander’s girlfriend Felicia, was throwing a party for his birthday. As always you were invited, and Janelle had insisted that you come. This was their last big hurrah before the season started, and most the mom’s in the group had made sure to get babysitters for the special occasion.

The “small party” you were invited to didn’t seem that small when you arrived. The house party was full of people you didn’t recognize and it wasn’t until you made it to the kitchen that you found some familiar faces.

“HEYY! Y/N! YOU CAME!!” Pierre and some of the other guys cheered and pulled you into hugs as you entered the kitchen.

“I don’t think Janelle really gave me a choice.” You’re laughing but everyone standing around knows that it’s true. She can be very persuasive.

Pierre starts making you a drink when you feel an arm come around your side. You don’t even have to look beside you to know that it’s Boone. You take in his scent and the safety of his arms settle you in this crazy party setting.

“Hey, there you are.” He greets you.

“Hey,” The way Boone looks down at you makes your heart rate rise. Lately, you’ve been feeling differently around Boone, and it’s taking everything in you to suppress those feelings, especially with Boone’s arm hanging around your body. You wonder if he’s noticed that your hugs have been a little longer and that you keep to his side more often. You try to tell yourself that it’s because you have become closer friends, and not because you might have feelings for him.

“So, who’s going to claim me for their beer pong team?” You ask the room, and all the guys jump at the offer. You were known as a pretty big competitor on the Jacket’s beer pong circuit. Usually Josh would rope you into being his partner, but tonight Boone seemed eager to draft you for his team.

An hour later, you and Boone have basically defeated all of your worthy opponents, and you part ways to get a new drink. Josh and Seth wave down Boone to come join their conversation.

“So what’s going on man?” Seth asks.

“What do you mean? I just kicked your ass in beer pong!” Boone chirps back at Seth knowing that’s not what he’s talking about. The guys, and even some of the girls have asked him about the status of your relationship. The thing is, nothing has actually changed.

When Boone got back to Columbus a couple weeks ago you started to hang out almost everyday. Whenever either of you had time free, you were together. The ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ hugs seemed to linger longer, as did the accidental touches, and cuddling on the couch.

“Dude, what’s going on with you and Y/N? You guys both look at each other with heart eyes. It’s disgusting, but it would be better if you just made a fucking move. At least just fuck already! I think everybody in here can feel the awkward sexual tension!” Josh is chiming in now, and the alcohol he has consumed is making him a little more liberal with his words.

“Fuck off man. We’ve barely even seen each other in the past four months. I’m not sure if she’s ready to date at all, let alone wants to date me.” Boone chooses to ignore the “fucking” suggestion.

“Booner, I say this with the utmost respect, but you’re a fucking idiot.” Seth just pats him on the back and leaves the two other guys to talk.

While Boone goes to hang with the boys, some of the WAGs pull you into their conversations. Eventually Felicia pops the same question, “So, what’s going on with you and Boone?” Everyone is quick to turn to you with big eyes, waiting for a big reveal that isn’t going to come. “Nothing, we’re just friends.” You shrug and hope that they will leave it alone. You had been feeling differently about Boone lately, but you couldn’t let yourself think about it that way. He was your friend, and he helped you get back on your feet when the world’s biggest asshole cheated on you. You probably just thought you liked him because he was so nice to you. He would do anything for you because he’s your friend, not because he has feelings for you.

“Ok, you can keep living in denial, but all of us will be over here waiting for you guys to get your shit together and just confess your love to one another!” Janelle has been on you about this since they got back to Columbus, saying that you needed to get back out there, and that Boone was perfect for you. She insisted that he had feelings for you too, but you knew she was just determined to get you back into the dating scene.

Boone watches you from across the party and wonders what you are talking about. He thinks about how well you fit into his life here in Columbus. Natalie Atkinson must have said something funny, causing you to laugh. He loved watching you throw your head back when you laughed. For a long time after Craig he wasn’t sure when the next time he would see that would be.

He didn’t want to seem too clingy, especially with the guys already on his back about the two of you, so he tried to keep a safe distance for most of the night. He made sure to keep an eye on you for two reasons: one being he wanted to make sure you were safe and the second being the fact that he quite literally couldn’t help himself from watching you.

Throughout most of the night you talk with the other girls, but somehow Pierre and Tex pulled you into doing shots. It was nice to let your hair down a bit, but your alcohol tolerance wasn’t anywhere close to that of the hockey players you were trying to keep up with. It’s not until almost 2am that Boone finds his way back to your side. Somehow Boone had been pulled into a deep debate over whether or not a hotdog was a sandwich, and had missed you getting pulled into doing shots. When he glanced around the room to find you he didn’t see you, so he went to see if you were in the kitchen. That’s where he found you, multiple shots in, with Pierre and Tex.

“Hey, where have you been?” Your words are definitely slurring, and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks so good tonight and your inhibitions have been clouded with alcohol.

“I’ve been here the whole time, but it looks like these guys have gotten you into some trouble.” Pierre and Tex are trying to play coy and leave the two of you in the kitchen before they get scolded anymore. You’re just trying to focus on Boone and not on the fact that his hands are balancing you on your hips.

“Well I missed you,” not able to control your tongue, some honest thoughts escape your mouth.

“I missed you too, but we should probably get you home.” He laughs.

Boone, ever the responsible adult, stopped drinking a while ago and was planning on driving home. The two of you say your goodbyes as you continue to hang onto his sturdy arm.

“Do you need help getting in the car?”

“No. I can do it!” The false sense of confidence that was induced from alcohol gave way when you tried to lift your leg to the car step. You about fell on your ass. Boone was of course there to catch you, and help you into the car. He makes sure you’re all buckled in before he hops in the driver’s seat, and pulls out of the drive.

“Hey Boone?” You move your head to face him and you admire the way his beard is perfectly trimmed to emphasize the outline of his strong jaw. He’s just so goddamn handsome under the lights that line the streets of downtown Columbus.

“Yes?”

“Can we go back to your place? Cus, it’s just that, your bed is so much comfier than mine, like it’s just so warm and cozy. And it smells so good.”

He can’t help but laugh at how cute and small you sound, “Sure, but you know you have the same mattress at your house, right?” He glances over to see you staring up at him.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s not the same….”

“…Hey B, you’re pretty handsome, you know that? Like you’re kind of a total man rocket.” He can’t help but laugh, but your confession lingers in his mind. Maybe you did feel something for him…

You can’t really stop yourself now, words are falling out of your mouth without warning. “You’re like way hotter than Craig ever was. AAND you’re so nice. Like what’s with guys being selfish assholes all the time? But you’re not like that. You’re one of the good ones. Some girl is gonna be really really lucky one day.”

Once your rant is over neither of you say much else until you pull into Boone’s apartment. You’ve dozed off, and Boone is careful not to wake you as he picks you up out of the passenger seat. When he makes it into the apartment he brings you to his room and sets you gently on the bed. He works to take your shoes off and moves around quietly, getting ready for bed.

“Hey B?”

Your whisper startles Boone at first, but he moves over to check on you, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Yeah? What’s up?”

“You’re not gonna leave are you?” The look in your glazed over eyes could have broken his heart. He wasn’t ever going to leave you.

“Not if you don’t want me too.” You give him a soft smile back as he moves to turn the light off. When he gets into bed, you roll over to snuggle into his side, and his natural reaction is to wrap his arms around you. The way your bodies fold into each other feels so right, and even though you’re halfway passed out, you can’t help but feel a sense of serenity wash over you.

Just as you’re about to fall back to sleep you ask again, “Hey B?”

“mhmm?”

“I love you.”

#boone jenner #columbus blue jackets #boone jenner fic #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey imagine #always in your corner fic

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years

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Proving Your Worth Part 11 || Jonathan Toews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Christmas in June? Yep. Have some meeting the parents, and some sappy sweet presents exchanged.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2,322

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Christmas in Chicago was far different from Christmas in Ohio. First, the lake effect had brought snow, something you hadn’t had in Ohio for quite some time. Second, the hustle and bustle never let up but at the same time, the energy around the city was so joyous that you couldn’t help but be happy.

Happy but nervous.

Somehow your parents had been able to make a trip out happen and had arrived late on the 23rd with your sisters. So now...not only were you meeting Jon’s parents for the first time, he was meeting yours and your parents were meeting each other. It was overwhelming to say the least.

You’d settled down in bed after your parents had returned to their hotel room last night and talked with Jon about plans for today. He’d assured you that he’d told his parents about you, about the baby, and that they were excited to meet you. Even though he’d assured you that his parents were totally cool with the pregnancy, you couldn’t help but be worried about what they were thinking. You needed today to go well, needed his parents to like you because you had it bad for their son.

You’d woken up far before your parents and sisters were supposed to arrive at your place to do Christmas morning, too filled with anxiety to sleep any longer. Checking your phone you couldn’t help but smile at Jon’s usual ‘good morning’ message with its ‘merry Christmas’ addendum and how he couldn’t wait to see you later. Pulling yourself out of bed, you decided to shower, slipping into clean pajamas before heading into your kitchen to start breakfast. With a mug of tea in hand, you settled against the wall next to your windows and looked out onto the snowy streets with a hand pressed to your ever-growing bump. At 15 weeks you were now noticeably showing; people around the office starting to comment about your changing figure. While you could do without the comments from well-meaning strangers and acquaintances, the way Jon seemed to adore your body as it adapted to carry a child was everything. He had jumped headfirst into all of this far better than you had expected and it made your biggest present to him that much more important.

As usual, exchanging presents with your family took forever, but it was fun and relaxed, and having them here with you meant the world. Quite a few of your presents had to do with the baby, but you didn’t mind, they were things you needed after all. With presents opened and stashed in piles around your apartment for them to pick up before leaving tomorrow, you popped one of the new movies someone had been gifted in and settled down with some snacks until it was time to get ready to head across town to Jon’s. Though the movie was one you were interested in seeing, you honestly couldn’t sit still, your anxiety growing along with your need for things to go well.

Dinner was a step above casual in regards to dress code. You knew Jon would be in dress slacks and either a button-up or a nicer sweater and so you had planned your outfit around that. With your fidgeting driving at least yourself crazy, you retreated to your bedroom mid-movie to start getting ready. Your hair was curled into loose waves and you’d done a dramatic gold shadow onto your eyelids. Besides that, your makeup was fairly neutral. Pacing around your room, you put things away and moved things around just trying to kill time before you could actually get dressed. As the movie ended, your family snuck into your bathroom, using it to get themselves changed and ready to go. Ten minutes before you needed to leave you finally pulled your dress from the closet, slipping into the emerald green fabric, smoothing it over your stomach. A white sweater was added over the sleeveless gown and you clasped a simple triangle shaped necklace around your throat and a silver and emerald-colored bracelet over your wrist. Sliding into a pair of black flats, you moved to the living room to grab your purse and jacket.

With Jon’s presents already hidden in your car, you ushered your family downstairs as you tried to calm your nerves. This was probably the biggest moment in your relationship to date and you were starting to freak out. Parking in the spare spot at Jon’s building, you gathered up the presents and led your family inside, waving at Jon’s doorman as he smiled and granted permission for the elevator to rise to Jon’s floor. The moment Jon opened his door, he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that your anxiety floated away. He was quick to take coats after that, introducing himself to your family as he did so, inviting all of you inside to make yourselves comfortable. By the time you had settled your presents down under Jon’s mostly empty tree, he had returned and his hand fell to the curve of your back as he introduced you and your family to his own.

His mother Andree was quick to approach for hugs, whispering congratulations in your ear and how she was so excited to meet the woman who had stolen her son’s heart. She added that a grandchild was a bonus she hadn’t expected but was thrilled for and that if there was anything you needed all you had to do was ask. His father Brian and his brother David were a little less forward, their hugs timid but not unwelcoming. Jon had disappeared at some point, only to return to place a glass in your hands filled with non-alcoholic champagne he’d found that you had previously enjoyed. It was clear that he had also gotten drinks for the rest of your family and he urged everyone to sit and make themselves comfortable.

At first, conversations seemed somewhat strained, but by the time dinner was ready, everyone was chatting. Your dad and Jon’s father and brother; your mom and sisters with his. Jokes were made about how nice of a balance this was because your father lived with all girls and his mother lived with a bunch of men.

Dinner was absolutely delicious, and it felt like this could really be your future as Jon sat next to you, his hand resting gently on your thigh. You convinced David to spill all of the stories Jon didn’t want you to know and your moms compared baby stories. Dinner was followed by dessert, a delicious chocolate cheesecake because Jon knew it was your favorite. That brought up stories of the fact that it likely became your favorite because your dad’s roommate had made it for your mom all the time while she was pregnant with you.

As the evening wore on, you played a few games together before your parents got a cab back to the hotel and Jon’s family retreated back to bed leaving the two of you alone together for the first time all day. For a while, you just sat on the couch, your legs draped over Jon’s lap as you finished your nth glass of champagne and Jon finished off the rest of his beer as Christmas music played over some speakers softly.

Kissing you, Jon moved to get up, and you watched as he grabbed six packages from under the tree, three for him and three for you. Returning with them, he settled himself back under your legs and handed you the first of your presents. Both of you had promised not to go too big monetarily so you were curious about what he had chosen. Unwrapping the first box, you found a certificate for a pregnancy massage inside and you smiled.

“For when the aches are too much and I’m out of town.” He explained. “Or when I just don’t do a good enough job.” He teased.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You murmured, stealing another kiss. After pointing to each of the presents to see which one you wanted him to open first, he grabbed the smallest of the three boxes and unwrapped it to reveal an ice cream cone ornament.

“I know it’s cheesy...but you’re hard to shop for and I thought it would be a nice reminder of our first date.” You explained, hoping that it was an okay present because you had struggled with what to buy a man who can buy himself anything he wants.

“I love it. We’ll add it to the tree as soon as we’re done.” He insisted, his genuine smile reassuring you that he didn’t think it was a dumb present.

The second present Jon handed you was a silver and gold bracelet, a heart shaped from the metal. The cardboard tucked inside the box from the designer read: “Wear this simple heart design as a reminder to yourself: ‘I am Cherished and loved’.” It was simple and beautiful and because it was just metal you knew that it wasn’t something that cost him a fortune so he didn’t break your agreement in getting you jewelry. Looking at the piece you knew he had chosen it for its meaning, as another way of reminding you just how important you were to him.

His second present was the largest of the three, a framed photo of the two of you sitting on the Hamilton stage.

“I know just where to hang this.” He insisted, kissing you once more as a silent thank you.

With only one present each left you debated on who should go first, and the fact that that was even an issue suggested that both of your remaining presents were the most important of the three. Eventually, Jon caved to you wanting him to open last and he handed you a third small box. Tucked inside was something very familiar, in fact, you’d had this exact item in your hands a few times when Jon asked you to come over and be there when he got back into town. This time though you knew the fact that he was giving you a key was for more than just convenience.

“Jon…?” You questioned, looking up at him.

“Move in with me?” He inquired, one hand resting against your legs as the other rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m not saying it has to be this week or even this month but...you’ve said before your place is too small for when the baby arrives. Don’t go look for another place. Move in here instead. There’s plenty of room for you and the baby here. And I want both of you here. I want to be able to come home to both of you, to help with the middle of the night feedings and changes. So move in with me Y/N. Please.

Jon certainly had a point but at the same time you’d only been together for a month so this was just another step that was coming quicker than you had expected. Still, he had assured you it didn’t have to be right away, that you could make the gradual transition over the next few months. Though you were concerned, once look in Jon’s eyes informed you he had thought this over, that this was really what he wanted and so you decided to take another leap and nodded.

“Okay. We’ll slowly start the process of me moving in.” You agreed. This time when Jon kissed you, it was full of something more, a deeper level of love and affection.

“Can I open my last present now?” He asked, silly grin on his face when he finally pulled away.

“Oh, I suppose so.” You teased, though you were secretly very nervous as to what his reception to this gift would be. It was a decision you had thought long and hard on but it was something that felt right.

With the wrapping paper littering the floor, you watched as Jon took in the book you’d gifted him. It wasn’t just any book, it was a book of baby names.

“This is cool...but I have a feeling there’s an explanation or significance I’m missing,” Jon admitted. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you paused for a moment trying to put what you wanted to say into words.

“It’s so you can help me...you know...name the baby.” You whispered, glancing down. As your brain started to critique the gift, Jon’s fingers brushed against your chin, lifting your gaze to his.

“You want me to help name the baby?” He questioned, voice gentle.

“I thought it might be special.” You admitted. “Baby doesn’t have your DNA but at least daddy could help pick his or her name.” Jon’s hand fell to your bump and he leaned forward pressing his forehead to your own.

“I would be honored to help you pick a name.” He assured you, easing his lips over yours into a deep and lingering kiss. “I promise you I’ll be the best dad.” He added, his breath still ghosting over your mouth.

“I know you will.” You agreed. “The best dads are the ones who didn’t have to be.”

As Jon pulled away you noticed the tears on his cheeks and you reached up to wipe them away.

“Thank you for tonight.” He murmured. “My family loves you...especially my mom.”

“I think you won over my family.” You agreed. It was hard to tell what your family thought but it seemed like they were relieved you were being well taken care of and respected.

“Merry first Christmas gorgeous.” Jon declared.

“Merry first Christmas Jon.” You replied, snuggling yourself into his side and watching as the flames flickered in his gas fireplace. You’d have to go home soon, but for now, this was all you needed.

Meet the parents outfit:

Presents:

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cheeriosaurora · 3 years

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𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻!

[KRISTINE FROSETH, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s {AURORA LANCASTER}. i hear they’re {16} and a {JUNIOR} at {WMHS}, have a voice like {LAUREN ALAINA} and are part of {CHEERIOS, YEARBOOK COMMITTEE, & TENNIS}. they’re known to be {CREATIVE & FRIENDLY} and {INSECURE & NIAVE}. some people say they remind them of {THE SMELL OF SUGAR COOKIES, OLD BOOKS, YELLOW HIGH TOP CONVERSE, BUTTERFLY CLIPS IN BLONDE HAIR, AND LAUGHING UNTIL YOUR STOMACH HURTS}. only one way to find out! [Sarah, 24, she/her, EST]

BASICS

Full Name: Aurora “Rora” Nicole Lancaster

Nickname: A, Rora, Rory, Ro, Rorabug

Birthday: April 6th, 2025

Age: 16

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Hometown: Senoia, Georgia

Sexuality: Bisexual (currently semi closeted about it)

Grade: Junior

School: WMHS

Occupation / Activities: Baker at Sweet Escape’s (family owned bakery), Cheerios, Yearbook, Tennis

LIKES/DISLIKES

LIKES: anything sweet, stuffed animals (squishmallows to be exact), horseback riding, animals of truly any kind, the calmness of the country side, wrap around porches, a good book, sweet tea and lemonade, baking, knitting, crafting, bows and ribbons, thrift shopping, cow girl boots

DISLIKES: big cities, people who are rude for no reason, cold weather, anything spicy or tart, people who say cheerleading isn’t a sport, being yelled at, people who are late, people who peer pressure her

TL;DR BIO

An actual southern PEACH w the cute accent and everything!!

The youngest out of three children. She has a twin brother who is the same age as her and an older brother who is a year older.

Aurora is originally from a small rural town in Georgia. Around a population of less than 2,000 people. So, everyone generally always knew another. Close, tight knit community. Her mother is a baker and her father is a farmer and football coach. They grew up on a family farm with lots of land, animals, etc. She always had memories of waking up early to feed the pigs, cows, chickens, and knows how to ride a horse.

They ended up moving to Lima, Ohio so they could be closer to her mom’s side of the family and for her to open up her own bakery of her own. They moved at the beginning of the year. They are currently living just outside of town on a new family farm!

So, Aurora is still pretty new to WMHS. She didn’t want to leave Georgia or her friends behind, but it wasn’t her choice.

Always was rather pretty popular back in home town, Senoia. Rora started doing cheerleading and dance lessons pretty much when she could start walking. She was co-captain of her former squad back home and is currently a cheerio now.

Has a secret love for song writing, her biggest inspiration being very early Taylor Swift. She adores her country style music and has realized that she’s a decent singer herself! Wants to maybe join the new directions or trouble tones, but is afraid. She doesn’t want her reputation to be ruined, considering she found it pretty easy to blend into the more popular crowd.

Works part time at her grandma’s bakery, Sweet Escape’s.

Loves to read. English is her all time favorite subject, and she can usually be found with a book in her face. The blonde has quite the book collection and has no plans on getting rid of any of them. When she graduates from high school she wants to become either a kindergarten teacher or middle school English teacher.

Has sort of being roped into the ‘popular’ crowd with being a cheerio and being in sports. She generally is friendly to everybody and wants to be friends with everybody, regardless of their social standing. Aurora is very eccentric and a little odd, but that’s okay to her.

Generally sees the best in others and wears rose tinted glasses in many situations.

She is very, very naive and a goody two shoes. Doesn’t really party or get in trouble. She hasn’t ever really dated, either. Pretty much a hopeless romantic, that steaming from being apart of a pretty strict household.

She is pretty sure she is bisexual but is still pretty much in the closet due to her parents being rather religious.

In her free time, she likes to knit and make jewelry. She has launched an Etsy store recently and is hoping to make some good sales.

Has an extensive Squishmallow collection and is constantly hunting down rare one’s online and at stores.

The kind of girl who doesn’t really see her beauty?? Like she’s been told she needs to model and be on a runway and she’s like *what* ME ???

FULL BIO

Coming soon!

#crhq:intro #( about )

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mrsreinhart · 5 years

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THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF BEING LILI REINHART

In an Australian exclusive, Riverdale actress Lili Reinhart talks about playing a stripper in the woke, neon-soaked, Jennifer Lopez-produced film Hustlers

NEW YORK CITY: The pursuit of having-it-all has always been the beating heart of this metropolis. People from all over the world – including myself – come here for the vicarious thrill of the pace, the chase and the electricity felt post a career win. Talking industry, how you experience New York is directly proportionate to how hard you hustle for the opportunities; What you put in is what you get out. Nobody knew this more so than Ramona, the take-no-prisoners stripper brilliantly brought to life by Jennifer Lopez, in the new Lorene Scarfaria-directed film Hustlers. “This whole city, this whole country is one big strip club,” Ramona says. “You have people tossing the money and people doing the dance.”

Based on a 2015 New York Magazine article by Jessica Pressler, the diamonte-clad drama follows a group of female strippers who, post-recession, band together and drug unsuspecting Wall Street suits and run up their credit cards. Along with Destiny (Constance Wu), Ramona enlists colleagues Mercedes (Keke Palmer) and Annabelle (Lili Reinhart) to scour the city’s bars for men who can be lured by a glittery display of agile ass-shaking. It’s payback for the money the bankers stole from millions of people, Ramona says. Cardi B and Lizzo also make an appearance in a film that took an impressive US$33 million at the box office on its opening weekend in the States. (Be on the lookout for the first time you see Lopez’s pole-dance. With only one day to shoot, film crew said the 50-year-old walked on set as Ramona – and the strength in her performance, in a sequinned G-string, no less – will absolutely blow you away.)

Reinhart sits down with GRAZIA to discuss how she hustled her way to become one of the biggest stars on television, her most confronting scene in Hustlers and how she still finds New York incredibly overwhelming.

GRAZIA: Hustlers is about a group of women pushing and pushing until they get what they want. Can you think of a time in your life or your career where you’ve had to hustle really hard to make a dream become a reality?

LILI REINHART: “Yes! When I was 18 years old, I moved to LA for the first time and was struggling for five months. I didn’t have any money. I had saved up to move out to LA but it was slowly dwindling and I had to sort of go to every other audition that I was offered. I really had no money; I had to pinch pennies and eat at 7/11 – gas station food – in order to get by so much so that I decided I needed to move back home for a while in order to save up money again. I moved back in with my parents and when I was 19, I tried it all again. That was the kind of hustle I experienced. It took me a while!”

GRAZIA: The film is inspired by a real-life story. Can you tell us a little bit about your character Annabelle?

LR: “The characters were somewhat inspired by some of the girls involved in [Pressler’s story] but I think our director and writer Lorene had a specific vision for what she wanted Annabelle to be. She’s loosely based on one of the girls but I think her personality and specific traits of her character are all from Lorene’s brain. Lorene was very willing to collaborate with me on who Annabelle was and she was open to suggestions, open to improvisation, she really was an open book when it came to that so I just felt like I had free rein with what I wanted to do with Annabelle. Lorene had already done such a good job of creating her own paper that it was quite easy role for me to step into the role – a very loveable role. Annabelle is the baby of the group, she’s very sweet. When she was abandoned by her family after they found out what she was doing and where she was working, she was embraced by these women who opened their arms which was incredible. As a young girl who is more of a follower than a leader, I think Annabelle was one hundred per cent swept up in their influence and lead to this life of crime.”

GRAZIA: Like co-star Jennifer Lopez, did you visit any strip clubs to soak up what being a dancer was all about?

LR: “I actually didn’t go to any strip clubs during filming or before filming. I had been to a strip club before, twice actually. I took two private [dancing] lessons but JLo on the other hand was dancing for months in rehearsals. You don’t actually see me dance in the film but I sort of wanted to get a gist of what it was about and it was incredibly hard and you have to be extremely athletic to do it, it is not an easy thing to do. But it really does make you feel sexy, like it was really sexy and fun. I would definitely do it again, either as a workout class or go for another private lesson.”

GRAZIA: When you were researching the worlds of these women, what was one of the most surprising things you learnt? I know that Jennifer said she was surprised to learn most of these women are just struggling to get by.

LR: “When I had to do a scene where I was dancing in front of this guy who was watching and ogling at me. Now, clearly he’s a guy I didn’t know, he’s an actor but it felt weird. I was like, ‘Oh, this is strange having to dance in a seductive way in front of a man that I don’t know’ and it kind of made me think, ‘Wow I couldn’t do that’. It makes me uncomfortable. I wouldn’t be able to do that as a job like these women do, and I think what I took away from the film after having some conversations with the other girls on the set – and also just sort of doing a little bit of research – is that a lot of women look at stripping as performance art in order to get by. To do their job, they have to almost put on an act, that’s not who they are as people. They don’t really give the people that they’re dancing in front of any part of their real selves. I thought it was really an interesting way of thinking about it. It totally makes sense because I think it would feel a lot of more uncomfortable and sort of violating if you were actually giving these men a lot of who you were as a person.”

GRAZIA: Annabelle reminds me of a young Violet Sandford in the 2000 film Coyote Ugly – Piper Perabo’s character – sort of wide eyed, innocent and experiencing the dark nooks of New York City for the first time. Do you remember the first time you came to the city?

LR: “I was pretty young when I first came to New York. I think I was 12 years old and my mum used to drive me from Ohio to New York for auditions because I had begged her to. It was very overwhelming, I found and I still find New York incredibly overwhelming. Filming there for a month was really wonderful because usually every time I go to New York, it’s very quick – I’m in and out like 24 hours or two days – but this time I had actual free time to explore and sort of get the lay of the land more and see the city for what it was. I definitely have a lot more appreciation for the New York culture and how much it has to offer and how many different people are there. It’s truly amazing the amount of diversity that’s there but I do still find it quite overwhelming. Like, I feel like I have to take a deep breath when I step outside. You need to know where you’re going. You can’t be looking at our Google maps, you have to just know what your whereabouts and where you’re going and how fast you want to walk.”

GRAZIA: Jennifer Lopez was a producer on this film as well. How would you describe your relationship dynamic with her and what was she like to work with in between takes?

LR: “She’s wonderful. She’s like a mama bear. I got that vibe from her, even during my first day on set when we were filming a scene where we’re all in a jail cell together and Jennifer is just incredibly kind and very much like a mama bear. She held my hand in the scene and was treating me like I was a really close friend or a daughter that she cared about and that was really sweet. She’s very much a strong, badass woman who is really very motherly.”

#lili reinhart #hustlers

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sadlittletiger · 4 years

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Permafrost Heart

Hey guys. This story is cancelled. You can thank my haters.

Just kidding. I’m an actual adult. Enjoy!

Ch. 3 - A Proverbial Fire

“You are a genuinely wicked woman.”

- Dangerous Liaisons

The screen door slammed shut behind him. Sweaty and miserable, his jog through the old farmhouse slowed, his heart pounded hard in his chest. He wiped his face with the front of his gray t-shirt, cringing when he realized it was drenched as well.

He’d run nearly five miles in just under thirty-two minutes. It was a hard push - one he would pay for later. But for thirty-two glorious minutes, his mind had gone quiet, nearly silent, and the thoughts that had nagged him throughout the day had loosened their grip.

Passing through the kitchen, he snatched the cordless phone from its charger and dialed the number without looking. The line on the other end rang twice before he heard the telltale click of someone picking up.

“Where have you been?” he growled before she could greet him.

There was a disembodied sigh. “Around.”

“You know, I’ve called several --”

“Five times. You’ve called five times in two days.” She sounded so very bored.

He held the receiver away from his face and glared at it for a moment before returning to the conversation. “Well, answer then.” He yanked open the refrigerator door.

“I was busy.”

He paused, his unblinking stare on the sterile, barren shelves in front of him. There was an unopened jar of pickles pushed to the back of the fridge, and a half-drunk bottle of Coca-cola - flat and syrupy by now, no doubt. “You were busy? For two entire days?”

“Yes,” she said.

His jaw clenched. He tossed the door shut with a muffled thud. “You want me to ask, don’t you? You want me to ask what you’ve been doing. So that you can rub it in my face.”

“No.”

“Don’t be a cunt, Alex,” he snarled.

Her inflammatory laughter tinkled like bells in his ear. “Is it going so badly with that poor girl, little brother?”

“Oh, fuck you. Truly.”

“Such language tonight…”

He took a deep breath, on the verge of hanging up. His grip on the phone tightened. Sweat beaded and dripped down his back. “She is... unresponsive.”

“Unresponsive? To your charms? Surely you haven’t lost that magic...”

“Of course not,” he snapped. “I’d like to see your magic under these circumstances. I can’t even work up a mild interest in that dumb slut, virgin or not.”

Alex clicked her tongue. He leaned against the countertop, sighing into the receiver.

“She’s so...so banal and insipid, and...colorless,” he lamented.

Colorless. Always dressed in muted browns and dull greens. Hair chopped off in a blunt, sexless bob. Narrow hips, jutting shoulders, a body like a boy who’s voice had just begun to crack...

“That should make the game all the easier,” Alex said, her simmering tone like a cat’s purr. “She should be mesmerized by you. The bored little Czarina to your intoxicating Rasputin, yes?”

“You don’t understand.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut against the glaring kitchen lights. “There’s nothing for her to be mesmerized by. Nothing happened. Nothing could have happened.”

Rebecca Chambers wasn’t bored at all, from the look of her during their conversation that morning. God only knew how that wasn’t the case. She had smiled and chirped and fidgeted all through the brief talk, unbelievably breezy.

Unbelievably simple.

“Oh, come now.” He could almost hear Alex examining her nails, as dispassionate as ever. “You make her sound about as delectable as primordial slime. She is a living, breathing woman, isn’t she? Plain, perhaps… but not grotesquely deformed.”

“In theory, I suppose. The practice is lacking though.”

“Tell me what you’ve been doing to seduce our little angel,” she goaded. “Tell me everything.”

“Uncomfortably long eye contact. Forays into her personal space. Direct conversation, disarming smiles...” He paused, reflecting for a moment. “Asking questions, hoping she’ll think I actually give a damn.”

“Questions about what, exactly?”

“Her position. Her thoughts on the direction of S.T.A.R.S.,” he admitted, exasperated.

Alex was silent for a beat. He heard her heavy exhalation before she spoke, clearly disappointed. “That’s all? Oh, Albert.”

“It’s always been enough,” he snapped, bristling at the saccharine pity in her tone.

“I think...you’ve gotten fat and lazy on this steady diet of flavorless midwestern women. That’s what it is.” She hmmed softly. “Raccoon City has ruined you. My god, you don’t even know how to flirt anymore.”

He clenched his jaw, forcing his voice to stay flat and impassive. “What can I say? They breed them fast and loose in Ohio.”

Not tonight. He wasn’t about to let her claw her way beneath his skin. The city was a shithole, the people were unforgivably dim, but he was just who he’d always been. Brilliant. Untouchable. Relentless.

“Let’s up the ante,” she said. He could hear the curve of her wicked smile beneath her words.

“No.”

“Yes,” she insisted, louder, sharper. “I can see your motivation to finish our challenge is quickly flagging. I’d say it’s time to light a proverbial fire beneath you.”

“Alex--”

“No orgasms.”

“What?” he cried, his voice nearly breaking.

“You heard correctly. Don’t you dare cum. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t fuck any of your usual floozies,” she said derisively. “Not one petit mort until you’re nestled between her sweet, silly thighs.”

“For Christ’s sake, this is ridicu--”

“Now, now. No arguing. Just get to it. The sooner you break in that little filly, the sooner you can claim your reward.”

He heard a pop in the background, the soft fizz of something pouring into a glass. It sounded very much like money - his money - going down a drain.

“What was that?” he asked, nearly breathless.

She swallowed something, loudly. “Oh, I have no idea. You know me and alcohol - I’ll drink any old thing that I find laying around.” There was a terrible silence, and then: “It’s the rose one, if that helps.”

“The fucking Armand de Brignac?” His heart pounded against his ribs. “I bought that for us, Alex! For us! I had to bid on that bottle!”

“Ah yes… I seem to remember that now,” she murmured. “Do you know what would have been scrumptious? Having you here with me, in this great big bed… sharing this exquisite --”

He didn’t wait to hear the end of her sentence. With a roar, he hurled the receiver at the wall.

#albert wesker #rebecca chambers #weskerxrebecca #alex wesker #resident evil fanfiction #@charmsfly

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 7

Title: It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 7

Summary: Stevie Adler likes Duff McKagan. She has for a while now, but she is convinced Duff doesn’t like her that way. Duff likes Stevie, but so does their new bandmate Axl Rose.

Chapter Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Here’s another chapter quickly because I’m trash and a little buzzed. Thank you so much for all the feedback!

A Couple Months Later

The album was perfect. Everyone worked hard on it, and Axl worked the sound engineers to make sure every note was perfect. Everyone had learned that Axl was a bit of a micromanager with this album. He was pissed that part of Slash’s epic solo for “Sweet Child O’ Mine” was dropped for radio edits, but the smile on Stevie’s face when she heard the completed thing was engraved in his mind. She had lit up the whole room, and Slash and Izzy had to watch as Duff and Axl both watched her. Axl wanted to tell her the song was about her, not whatever girl he was currently with, and Duff never wanted her to know.

They listened to all the music on the album, Axl not being able to hide the smile on his face when “Rocket Queen” came on. Everything was going great. And then it came to the guitar solo.

“Oh my god, who is that?” Stevie asked with a laugh. She was sitting against Slash, wearing his top hat.

“Oh, just a girl,” Axl shrugged. “Fucked her in the recording studio to get it.”

“Can’t be you fucking her,” Izzy said, lighting his cigarette. “She’s not begging for help.”

“Nice!” Duff high fived the guitarist. Stevie shook her head and laughed.

“Dude, I thought you were supposed to be my friend,” Axl rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I think that it’ll give us a lot of...exposure.”

“It’s gonna give us a lot of being banned from MTV, that’s what it’s gonna do,” Stevie told him. “But I like it.”

“Wait, you do?” Axl asked, staring at her. The other three looked at her as well, wondering if she was going crazy or something.

“Well yeah,” She told him. “Guess you’re just not used to girls enjoying themselves during sex.” She smirked at Axl, who glared at the drummer.

“Oooo!” Izzy, Slash, and Duff all high fived her.

“I hate you guys,” Axl crossed his arms over his chest.

****

“Oh my god!” Stevie screamed from her bedroom. Slash and Duff looked at each other. The album had been selling and Stevie had just quit her job at the diner. On her way home, she grabbed a couple magazines just to see what people were saying about them. She took them to her room to read through them, ready to laugh at all the dumb things that they could come up with.

And apparently, she had found something she did not like.

“Stevie? You okay?” Duff called back to her. She came storming out of her room and dropped the magazine on the crowded coffee table.

“Read it!” she demanded. Slash picked up the magazine and Duff moved to sit by him so they could read whatever it was she was upset about together.

“Guns n’ Roses, a Hollywood based band, has made waves with their new album Appetite for Destruction,” Slash read. “Fronted by Indiana native Axl Rose and being joined by fellow Indiana child Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan from Washington, Guitarist Slash from England, and Stevie Adler from Ohio, the band is sure to draw in the crowds.”

“What’s wrong?” Duff asked, looking up at Stevie, confused. The only thing that he could think of was that she didn’t like people pointing out she was an Ohio native.

“Keep reading,” She hissed.

“While each song in Appetite for Destruction keeps the listener wanting more, some are shrouded with mystery,” Slash continued on. “Such being the final song on the album called “Rocket Queen”. It has not been confirmed who the girl in the instrumental parts is, but we have it under good record that it is in fact drummer Stevie...Adler...oh shit…”

“I know it’s not me!” She told them. “Everyone in the band knows it’s not me. Duff and I went to see Spaceballs when Axl fucked that poor girl!”

“We’ll just keep telling them that,” Duff told her. “It’s gonna be okay.”

****

Duff, Izzy, Slash, and Stevie did keep telling the press that Stevie was not the Rocket Queen. But Axl wasn’t helping. When people would ask who it really was, he would just give them a smile and a shrug. He never confirmed nor denied who the Rocket Queen was, so the media ran with it, since Axl was the frontman.

“Dude, just fucking tell them is wasn’t Stevie,” Duff told him one day while they were in New York, preparing to film one of their music videos using concert footage and differet things that the film crew recorded while following them around the city.

“People like a mystery,” Axl told him. “Keeps people listening, hoping they can figure it out.”

“But you know it’s not her,” Duff stared the shorter man down. “Start telling people it’s not Stevie. I don’t give a rats ass who you tell people it is or isn’t, but just make it perfectly clear that it was not Stevie.”

“Duff, you coming?” Stevie called over to him from where she was hanging out with Slash. The three of them were going to explore the city together. Stevie had never been to New York before and she was so excited to see the sights.

“Yeah!” Duff smiled at her before looking back at Axl. He just glared at him for a second before putting his sunglasses on and walking over to his friends. He let an arm slide around her shoulders before the three set off.

They had fans smiling and asking for autographs wherever they went. Duff would flash smiles at the girls who would ask them to sign something, but the guys that got a little too close to Stevie made his blood boil. Fuck, they weren’t even dating and he was like this. He tried to cool himself down, but the thought of someone else taking Stevie to bed, well, Duff didn’t like that idea one bit.

“We’re doing the ferry tour, right?” Stevie asked when they walked away from the last group of fans that wanted autographs, girls that told Stevie they wanted to be drummers or musicians now and how they were so excited to get a hug from their idol. There weren’t a lot of women on the scene, but the ones that were there made a big impact. And hanging out with Stevie as they got bigger was showing Duff that.

“Of course,” Slash smiled. “How else are we going to see the Statue of Liberty?”

“We get to see the Statue of Liberty?” Stevie asked excitedly. “You guys are the best!”

“You gotta get out more,” Slash laughed. He grabbed her hand. “Last one to the ticket booth has to bunk with Axl tonight!” Him and Stevie took off down the sidewalk.

“Hey!” Duff ran after them. He was determined to make Slash last, because he wasn’t bunking with Axl and he sure as hell wasn’t letting Stevie do it. The camera crew had drove ahead, so they weren’t chasing the trio. Duff used his long legs to his advantage, and all three of them arrived at the same time.

“I think Stevie was last,” Slash teased. “Shorty here was racing a fucking giant.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I’m average height for a girl and Duff is so fucking long!” Stevie pointed out.

“Bet that’s the first time you’ve ever heard that one,” Slash looked at Duff and laughed.

“God, you’ve been hanging out with Izzy way too much,” Duff shook his head. They headed through the ticket center onto the ferry with the camera guy following them. Stevie was so excited as she looked out over the city. Duff had no idea that the cameras were on them as he watched her with a smile on his face.

But soon, they would have to get back for sound check and warm ups. They were opening up for Motley Crue, who were back from their Europe tour. They just so happened to be in the right place at the right time for the event. So once the ferry ride was over, the three headed back to the venue. Stevie took a seat behind her drums, working on tuning and making sure that everything was in the right spot. Duff, Izzy, and Slash were going over some things, and Axl was talking with some of the roadies.

“Hey,” Someone said, making Stevie jump. She turned to see Vince standing there. His blond hair was a mess, but he looked good for already doing a fair share of touring.

“Oh, hey Vince,” She smiled at him. “We didn’t think you guys would be here until we started our set.”

“Tommy, Nikki, and Mick are back there doing god knows what,” Vince laughed. “I wanted to come talk to you.”

“To me?” She asked. “Why?” He leaned against one of the amps that was right by her set up.

“So, are the rumors true?” He asked. “Are you the Rocket Queen?”

“Oh my god,” Stevie laughed. “No, I’m not. I don’t know what poor girl Axl conned into doing that, but it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Oh,” Vince laughed a little bit. “Well, since I broke the ice, we’re all still in town tomorrow. And I was just wondering if you’d wanna go out tomorrow night.”

“You’re asking me out on a date?” Stevie asked. Vince nodded and gave her that killer smile of his. “Sure.”

“Awesome,” Vince laughed. “I’ll meet you at that Italian place a block away from the hotel they put you guys at. How’s 8 sound?”

“That sounds good,” Stevie smiled at the frontman. He took her hand and kissed it before walking away, leaving Stevie sitting there with the biggest smile on her face.

****

“Who’s that over there with Stevie?” Axl asked, walking up to Izzy, Slash, and Duff. Izzy looked over, trying to see who it was.

“Looks like Vince Neil,” Izzy told them. Duff’s head popped up to look over at the scene. He watched Vince talking to Stevie and she had a big smile on her face. Then he kissed her hand and walked away.

“What do you think happened?” Slash asked. Duff didn’t answer, instead walking over to Stevie.

“Stevie,” Duff said as he walked up to her. “What did Neil want?”

“Oh, uh, well you see…” She was blushing now. Duff suddenly was scared to hear what Vince had wanted. “He asked me out on a date.”

“HE WHAT?!” Axl screeched. Stevie jumped and looked at the redhead. Izzy placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Yeah,” Stevie nodded. “We’re going to get Italian tomorrow night. Isn’t that great?” She looked at Duff and her smile started to fall when she saw the look on his face. “Duff?”

“Oh, yeah. Happy for you. I gotta...there’s something backstage I gotta do,” With that, Duff left, leaving Stevie sitting there, confused.

****

The concert was fucking amazing. They brought energy that made the kids all go crazy. They took their bow and headed backstage where they were met by Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince. Motley Crue had a few minutes before they had to get on, to give the stagehands a chance to switch out the gear.

“Way to go dude!” Tommy gave Stevie a big hug. “You’re so fucking awesome!”

“T-Bone, stop. You’re making me blush,” Stevie laughed. Nikki went to talk to Duff and Slash while Izzy and Mick talked. Axl watched as Vince headed over to Stevie.

“Can’t wait until tomorrow night,” He told her. Both bands got silent as he pulled her in for a kiss. Tommy’s mouth hung open, Mick and Izzy looked at each other in shock. Nikki could feel Duff getting angry. Vince broke apart from Stevie and smiled. “Until then.” With that, Tommy grabbed his arm and pulled him to the stage.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked the singer.

“What?” Vince asked. “Just kissing my date.”

****

Stevie smiled at her boys as they grabbed their personal things and headed to the bus to go back to the hotel. They had a few days to relax in New York before they had to head out.

“What do you guys wanna go do tonight?” Stevie asked the boys.

“I’m going out,” Duff grumbled.

“Great, I’ll go with…” Stevie looked at Duff’s face and stopped talking. “I mean...never mind…” Slash looked over at Duff, who was gritting his teeth and looking out the window. Tommy, Nikki, and hell, even Mick had picked up on the fact that Duff was in love with Stevie. Even Axl to an extent, because he hadn’t tried to bed her in awhile. But Vince fucking Neil didn’t get the memo apparently.

Slash watched as Stevie quietly got on the bus then looked over at Duff. He wanted to yell at the bassist for acting the way he was, but honestly, he would probably be the same way if the roles were reversed.

Stevie quietly headed to her room, walking past Duff and Slash as they loitered outside their joint rooms. Everyone had their own room, but they always joked about turning one into a party room and hanging out with Axl. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

It was the first night in a long time Duff and Stevie hadn’t done something together after a concert.

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annie-banks · 4 years

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Adore You - Harry Styles (2019) // you’re wonder, under summer sky // All About That Bass – Meghan Trainor (2014) // every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top // Alone Again – Betty Who (2014) // when it rains it pours and you drown me out // Anything Could Happen – Ellie Goulding (2012) // letting darkness grow, as if we need it's palette and we need it's color // Bad Girls - M.I.A. (2012) // leaving boys behind ‘cause it’s illegal just to kill // Bitch Better Have My Money - Rihanna (2015) // your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car // Blank Space – Taylor Swift (2014) // darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream // Bloodbuzz Ohio – The National (2010) // I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees // Bo$$ – Fifth Harmony (2014) // boss. Michelle Obama. purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas // Boy Problems - Carly Rae Jepsen (2015) // I think I broke up with my boyfriend today and I don't really care // Boys - Charli XCX (2017) // I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby // Butterflies - Kacey Musgraves (2018) // I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis // Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen (2011) // before you came into my life I missed you so bad // Call Your Girlfriend – Robyn (2010) // don't you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed // Canyon Moon - Harry Styles (2019) // doors yellow, broken, blue // Chandelier – Sia (2014) // I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry // Cherry - Harry Styles (2019) // I confess I can tell that you are at your best, I'm selfish so I'm hating it // Circles - Post Malone (2019) // we couldn't turn around, 'til we were upside down // C’mon - Panic! At the Disco and Fun. (2011) // feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole, falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone // C’Mon – Kesha (2012) // feeling like a saber-tooth tiger sipping on a warm budweiser // Cruise (Remix) - Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly (2012) // she was sippin' on southern and singin' Marshall Tucker, we were falling in love in the sweet heart of summer // Daddy Lessons - Beyonce ft. Dixie Chicks (2017) // it’s your song // Dark Fantasy – Kanye West (2010) // too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low // Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco (2016) // the lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live? // Demons- Sleigh Bells (2012) // They're gonna stand em up six by six by six // Diane - Cam (2017) // And all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you // Diane Young – Vampire Weekend (2013) // you torched a Saab like a pile of leaves // Downtown - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Eric Nally, Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee (2016) // neighbors yelling at me like, you need to slow down going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out, mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down // End of the Day - One Direction (2015)// I told her that I loved her, just not sure if she heard. the roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word, party died downstairs, had nothing left to do just me, her and the moon // Fireproof – One Direction (2015) // riding on the wind and I won't give up // ***Flawless – Beyonce ft. Nicki Minaj (2013) // mayday, mayday, earth to bitches // Follow Your Arrow - Kacey Musgraves (2013) // if you save yourself for marriage, you're a bore. if you don't save yourself for marriage, you're a whore-able person // Formation - Beyonce (2016) // always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper // Forrest Gump – Frank Ocean (2012) // my fingertips and my lips, they burn from the cigarettes // Freaks and Geeks – Childish Gambino (2011) // I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer, in the back of the bush, like Gavin Rossdale's drummer // Gay Pirates - Cosmo Jarvis (2011) // and I hope they didn't tie up your hands as tight as mine. I'll see you on the bed of this blue ocean, babe, sometime // Get Lucky – Daft Punk ft. Pharrell Williams (2013) // the present has no ribbon, your gift keeps on giving // Glory - Bastille (2016) // and then you put your hand in mine and pulled me back from things divine, stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried // Good Grief - Bastille (2016) // caught off guard by your favourite song, I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral // Green Light - Lorde (2017) // I whisper things, the city sings them back to you // Grown - Little Mix (2015) // no regrets, it's a lesson learned 'cause what you think ain't my concern // Hayloft - Nickel Creek (2014) // young lovers with their legs tied up in knots // Holocene – Bon Iver (2011) // and at once I knew I was not magnificent // I Believe - Original Broadway Cast (2011) // and I believe that the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri // I Like It - Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin (2018) // I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks // I Love It – Icona Pop ft. Charli XCX (2012) // you're from the '70s, but I'm a '90s bitch // Judas – Lady Gaga (2011) // I'm just a holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby // Juice - Lizzo (2019) // I be drippin' so much sauce got a bitch lookin' like RAGÚ // Just Hold On - Steve Aoki ft. Louis Tomlinson (2016) // feels like you're standing on the edge looking at the stars and wishing you were them // Laura Palmer – Bastille (2013) // what a year and what a night, what terrifying final sights put out your beating heart // Lemonworld – The National (2010) // I gave my heart to the Army, the only sentimental thing I could think of // Love on Top – Beyonce (2011) // I can see the stars all the way from here, can't you see the glow on the window pane // Make Me Feel - Janelle Monáe (2018) // it's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender, an emotional, sexual bender // Making the Most of the Night - Carly Rae Jepsen (2015) // baby I'm speeding and red lights, I'll run // Meet Me in the Hallway - Harry Styles (2017) // just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor // Menswear – The 1975 (2013) // well, who's this? going for the kiss, I'm probably gonna yosh in your mouth // Mirrors – Justin Timberlake (2013) // if you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find, just know that I'm always parallel on the other side // Monster – Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and Bon Iver (2010) // you could be the king but watch the queen conquer // The Mother We Share - Chvrches (2012) // I'm in misery but you can't see, as old as your omens // My Church - Maren Morris (2016) // I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling 'til my sins wash away // N****s in Paris - Jay-Z and Kanye West (2011) // Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me 'cause I was him, I would have married Kate and Ashley // Oh, What a World - Kacey Musgraves (2018) // did I know you once in another life? are we here just once or a billion times? // Old Town Road (Remix) - Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus (2019) // cowboy hat from Gucci, Wrangler on my booty // Otis – Jay-Z and Kanye West (2011) // luxury rap, the Hermes of verses, sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive // Pineapple Girl - Mister Heavenly (2011) // I am besieged by the vagaries of power. I'm all alone and lonely in this tower // Primadonna – Marina and the Diamonds (2012) // I know I've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal though // Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People (2010) // he's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid // Radio - Lana Del Rey (2012) // pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom // Raising Hell - Kesha ft. Big Freedia (2019) // hungover, heart of gold, holy mess. doin' my best, bitch, I'm blessed // Rivers and Roads - The Head and the Heart (2011) // been talking 'bout the way things change // Royals - Lorde (2013) // we don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair // S.O.B. - Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats (2015) // I'm going to cover myself with the ashes of you and nobody's gonna give a damn // Satisfied - Original Broadway Cast (2015) // it's a dream and it's a bit of a dance, a bit of a posture, it's a bit of a stance. He's a bit of a flirt, but I'm 'a give it a chance. I asked about his fam'ly, did you see his answer? his hands started fidgeting, he looked askance? he's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants // Sex – The 1975 (2013) // and she said use your hands and my spare time, we've got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine // Shake It Out – Florence + the Machine (2011) // our love is pastured such a mournful sound, tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground// Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon (2014) // my discotheque Juliet teenage dream // Silly Love Songs - Darren Criss (2011) // how can I tell you about my loved one // Some Nights - Fun. (2012) // this is not one for the folks at home, I'm sorry to leave, mom, I had to go. who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun? // Someone Like You – Adele (2011) // we were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days // Sorry - Justin Bieber (2015) // *dolphin noises* // Spaceship - Kesha (2017) // I knew from the start I don't belong in these parts. there's too much hate, there's too much hurt for this heart // Stars - Fun. (2012) // some nights I rule the world with bar lights and pretty girls, but most nights I stay straight and think about my mom // Stitches - Shawn Mendes (2015) // needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head // Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Harry Styles (2019) // *gasp* your flowers just died, plant new seeds in the melody // Super Bass - Nicki Minaj (2010) // and he ill, he real, he might gotta deal. he pop bottles and he got the right kind of build. he cold, he dope, he might sell coke. he always in the air, but he never fly coach // Take Me to Church - Hozier (2013) // I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife // Thank u, Next - Ariana Grande (2018) // she taught me love, she taught me patience, how she handles pain // The Pachanelly Canon - Gentleman’s Rule (2012) // I'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B telling me about a party up in NYC. can I make it? damn right I be on the next flight. payin cash. first class. sittin' next to Vanna White // The Wire - Haim (2013) // I just know, I know, I know, I know that you're gonna be okay anyway // Theme From “Cheers” - Titus Andronicus (2010)// I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight, but don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights // Thieves – She & Him (2010) // I'm not a prophet, old love is in me. new love just seeps right in and makes me guilty // This is America - Childish Gambino (2018) // tell somebody, you go tell somebody. grandma told me, get your money, black man // Trouble - Neon Jungle (2013) // lights up let's have a toke, pour more whiskey in my coke .. Truth Hurts - Lizzo (2017) // you coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal // Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy (2015) // and I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow’s dreams, but they are not quite what they seem // Wetsuit – The Vaccines (2011) // with a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees, I rest on childhood memories // What a Feeling - One Direction (2015) // when the air ran out and we both started running wild, the sky fell down // Wilson - Fall Out Boy (2018) // I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color // Wolves - One Direction (2015) // I feel the waves getting started, it's a rush inside I can't control // You Need Me, I Don’t Need You - Ed Sheeran (2011) // melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator // You’re in Love With a Psycho - Kasabian (2017) // I'm like the taste of macaroni on a seafood stick

Songs that would have made the list were they on Spotify: We Can’t Stop - Bastille // I Love Clothes (Deadbeat Summer) - Childish Gambino // G.O.O.D. Friday - Kanye West ft. Common, Pusha T, Kid Cudi, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson // Driving in Cars with Boys - Lana Del Rey // Blurred Lines - Vampire Weekend // a number of mashups (Office Musik, What Makes You Da One, Live While We Die Young, Brush Your Bittersweet Shoulders Off, We Are Complicated)

#best songs of the decade #music

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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When You Knew

Anon: Eric realizes that he wants to marry Alec? I think I remember reading he didn’t want to get married but I know that they do so I am interested in the evolution of that

“So we’ve been married for three years now and it is time for you to tell me.” Alec said, going to up the admissions desk at the ER.

Eric, who was about to get off and trying to finish his paperwork, glanced up to see Alec smiling. “Tell you… what exactly?” Eric asked suspiciously, looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

“You know. When you knew you were going to marry me.”

Kurt’s Blaine’s friend David, who was there as well but talking to the registrar, pulled a face.

“Oh, don’t you even dare, David. Digimon marathons?” Alec snapped.

“Okay, that’s rude.” David scoffed.

“Plus… are you ever going to marry the mother of your toddler and unborn child? Eric wants to know.”

“Alec!” Eric hissed and then added, “Well… I am curious.”

“Talk to her about that one.” David shrugged and walked off.

“I’m serious. You’re being all secretive about it and it’s getting annoying now. You didn’t just propose to shut me up, did you?” Alec asked as David’s ‘girlfriend?’ walked up to Eric. “Please tell me we’re not married so I would quit asking if we were going to get married.”

“Friendly advice.” She chirped. “Answer the question and if it’s a stupid answer, make one up. Can I go home, Eric?”

“I guess so but if you see the Chief in the breakroom, you may want to ask her.” Eric shrugged. “Have a good night.”

“Can David leave too?”

Eric rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I don’t like walking to the apartment by myself.”

“It’s… not even a whole block down, Marcy.”

“Don’t make a pregnant woman cry.” Marcy stuck out her lower lip.

“Fine.” Eric sighed. “Please tell me you don’t use that pout with David. You’re not even going to wait for him to hand his patients off before you leave, are you?”

“I’m a big girl. I can walk home by myself.” Marcy gave him a look. “I just know how to work you to get what I want.”

“You literally just said… whatever. See you tomorrow.”

“Oh? Do you know why he proposed to me?” Alec asked, looking at Marcy.

“Probably your money.” Marcy shrugged.

“Uhm… he has a lot more than I do?”

“Something else superficial? Your looks?”

“Bye, Marcy.” Eric gave her an annoyed look.

“It’s so much quicker when he makes you leave.” Marcy whispered to Alec before walking out with one of the other nurses.

“I married you so I wouldn’t have to marry one of those.” Eric sighed.

“Uh, no. Finish your hand offs and we are going to enjoy our third anniversary and you are going to tell me why you wanted to marry me.” Alec gave him a look.

“Fine. Go sit in the break room. Someone had a gnarly stomach bug yesterday and three people have already left sick.” Eric sighed again.

Alec kissed his cheek and walked towards the breakroom.

…

“Telllll me.”

“Oh my God.”

“No. No more being shy, Eric. Tell me now and if you don’t have a good reason, make a better one up.” Alec literally sat down on his lap so he could not move.

“How much caffeine have you had today, Alec?”

“The same amount Kurt and I always have when we’re hiding away from our studios… so, a lot. It’s just so annoying to listen to them all the time. You can’t turn in sketches with mustard on them. Do they not know they’re giving that to the main designer? Their boss?”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Your butt is bony.”

“Well then you better talk fast so I’ll get up, I guess.”

“Get what up?” Eric asked mischievously.

“Yeah, no sex unless you tell me a satisfactory answer. Sorry.”

“I don’t know. I mean… it was kind of little, stupid stuff and when you put it all together… I just knew I was being dumb trying to not marry you.” Eric said somewhat lamely, shrugging.

“Like what?”

“Mainly when we were up at the alter with the officiant. I was going to run off, but you were actually on time for once.” Eric grinned.

“Eric.” Alec shot him a look.

“I mean it really is a bunch of stupid, little stuff that just accumulated into a big boom moment, you know?”

“If it was that important, it wasn’t really stupid or little.”

“I don’t know. You’ve, like, known since we first got together and it took me a lot longer to jump on the marriage train.” Eric bit his lip.

“That’s okay. I just want to know. So, tell me some of the little stuff.”

“Well… remember our first date in Ohio? We had the dinner reservations at the place you heard about… and my car window on the passenger side was leaking because it was raining, we missed the ferry by five minutes so we had to wait another hour. Meanwhile, it’s still raining and you’re getting all wet and cold. Then on the ferry you got super seasick. It was supposed to be a half our ferry ride but end up, like, an hour and fifteen minutes… and you were so nauseous you couldn’t even eat your food. I felt so bad because it was our first time seeing each other in three weeks and you had been so excited to go and I completely ruined it.”

“I forgot about that.” Alec smiled. “It’s okay. When I ate the food the next morning, it was mazing.”

“Oh, I’m not even done!” Eric said as Alec moved off his lap to sit next to him on the couch.

“What else?”

“We were five minutes late to the ferry ride back and had to wait an extra hour again but it was even longer than that. Still raining so you’re still getting wet. So, then I was freaking out because we got lost and Siri kept taking us the wrong way so you had to use the Maps on your phone. You’re horrible about that still, by the way… And when we got back to your place you were just acting like you hadn’t had the worst night of your life and you told me that I could pick the next place for our Ohio adventures… and I think I kind of knew I wanted all of the adventures to be with you.”

“You’re so sweet.” Alec pouted a bit.

“Also, the first time we actually slept through the night in a bed together… When I went on vacation with you and your family the summer after I graduated. I remember thinking that I wanted to wake up next to you every day and how happy that would make me. And then one time when you were staying with me, I was studying and you were asleep. So I’m halfway into this study guide about burn treatment and you just randomly rolled over, draped your arm around my lower stomach, and sleepily told me that you wished you could fly... and then you started snoring and it was the most hilarious thing. I think I kind of knew then too.”

“… I had drank that night, hadn’t I? I was really hoping that had been a dream but I only snore when I’m drunk or sick.” Alec groaned.

“I never let you drink too much. You’re a lightweight anyway. A drink and a half in I’ll hear the hiccup giggle and take it away.” Eric laughed. “Oh God. And then how you anthropomorphize things. I think it was when we had first moved in together here in New York City and I was putting the new tea packets in the little drawer since we’d been running low... You came in like a lunatic and hysterically told me I had to move the old ones to the front because you didn’t want to ruin the their hopes and dreams of being our cups of tea.” Eric laughed. “You still do that. Give things human characteristics and empathize for people much more than they deserve… except my mother, that is.”

“I’ve done it since I was little.” Alec said and then frowned. “Well, not the thing with your mom… but pretty much ever since I met her and she said I was jail bait. Is that it?”

“There is a bigger one but it’s kind of depressing.” Eric said.

“What?”

“When your dad was at war and those bombs went off and they couldn’t find him and you were just broken. Like… the only other time I’d seen you like that was when in freshman year I got drunk and… you know. And you didn’t call me. When I asked why you said you hadn’t even thought to and I… just knew that I had to make sure you knew you could call me. I knew that I always had to be there to protect you and take care of you to make sure you never feel like you can’t call me again… and so you know you always have one person that will answer no matter what… That was the big one.”

Tears filled Alec’s eyes and he let out a deep breath.

“You’ve always meant so much to me and it was stupid to not want to be married because I feel like by the time you started at CCAD, we pretty much already were married since you followed me there… and the more time we passed and the longer I would go without seeing you… I just knew my quality of life was so much better with you in it and suddenly getting legally married didn’t seem so scary anymore. The possibility of losing you was what was scary because I knew you wanted it so bad… almost as scary as the way I had felt before your dad was able to contact you and your mom. It just seemed silly…”

Alec sniffled, wiping his eyes.

“When did you know you wanted to marry me?”

“Two things, same day.” Alec sniffed. “On our first date you didn’t take me to a place that served burgers.”

“Your mom actually gave me that hint.” Eric said— suddenly feeling very thankful he’d took the advice.

“I figured because she was so smug when I told her about the date.” Alec laughed.

“The other thing?”

“When you kissed me… you had been so flustered when you finally got up the courage to ask me out but it was like once we got away from my house on the way to the restaurant everything was super calm and you were just you…The way you’d been before you started to like me when were just friends…”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why but all the nerves just went away. Honestly, I’d been a nervous wreck until then.” Eric gasped. “It was so weird.”

“But,” Alec said. “You kissed me and I just knew that nobody would ever make me feel like that again. Nobody could make me feel that way again…. And then you pulled away and said it had never felt like that before even though you’d been head over heels with Adam… I just knew it was bigger than a crush or a first date… I knew we were meant to be.”

“Seriously? No other ah-ha moment?” Eric looked doubtful.

“No. I just knew and always have.” Alec said. “Obviously I tried to play that down because I didn’t want to seem clingy… and honestly, if I hadn’t already felt that way before you got drunk and slept with Adam I probably would have ended it but I knew I could never feel this way for anybody else. Almost like it was fate that we moved back here when we did. That sounds lame but… it’s true.”

“I’m so glad we stayed together… I know you don’t bake or cook much but your peanut butter cookies are so good and I still want to make how you make them so round?”

“Not telling.” Alec singsonged. “I did tell your brother, though… so he could make some and impress his now wife. See? When I bake and cook, it’s life changing. Too risky to do it too often.”

#wbuct drabble #alec/eric

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July 2 2020 Boulder

Today would have been the 67th birthday of our sister, Laurie, had she not been killed by a hit-and-run accident when she was only twelve years old. In the photo above she is the baby sitting on our mother’s lap. Next to Mom is Kathi, then me, then our Nana Johnson, and our brother Frank. Next to Frank is Howie.

The photo was taken in 1955 when I was five years old and we were living on a non-working farm in Newport, Vermont. That summer our parents invited Howie, a Black nine-year-old boy who lived in Boston, through the Fresh Air Fund, to live with us for the summer. None of us kids had ever met a Black person before but, kids being kids, we welcomed him with open arms into our family and he became our oldest brother for the summer. We were sad when he returned home to the city at the end of the summer and we missed our “brother from another mother” for months afterwards. I can’t speak for my siblings but, for myself, that relationship with Howie, as short as it was, changed my world view and led me to appreciate people of all races and the humanity we all share, while at the same time recognizing that we come from different cultures, and to respect those cultural differences.

Laurie was probably four years old in the picture above, taken around 1958. Our family had moved the year before, shortly after our brother, Rod, the baby in the picture, was born, from Wilmington, Massachusetts, to West Richfield, Ohio. Our Dad worked for the railroad and we moved to Ohio for a job there but he wasn’t happy and he began another career once we arrived.

Our beloved dog, Princess, who was always with us, playing with us and protecting us, was killed a few years after this photo, by a motorcycle racing through our neighborhood. She was part Great Dane and big but she was gentle with us and we were all upset and angry when she was killed.

In these photos Laurie was probably eight years old. We had moved back to Wilmington the year before from Ohio, where our little brother, Randy, was born, and our baby sister, Francine, in Mom’s arms, was born the year after we returned to Massachusetts. Our family had grown rapidly since we left Vermont in 1956, with a child being born roughly every two years. Dad often worked two jobs and Mom had worked outside our home off and on since I was nine years old and functioned as not only our mother’s helper, but also surrogate mother to my siblings.

This is the last family photo I have ever found with Laurie still in it. Mom was pregnant with our baby brother, Marc, who was born shortly before Laurie was killed. I think I was about fifteen in the photo and Laurie was eleven. Her radiant smile reflects the sweet, kind little girl she was. It was a horrible tragedy for our family when she was killed and us older kids and our parents, who knew her the best, were never same after that loss.

I’m still sad that she missed out on so much that she would have been a part of, had she lived. She missed seeing her siblings grow up, graduate from high school, go to college, get married and have kids of their own. She missed knowing our wonderful cousins better throughout the years. She missed the opportunity to become the amazing person I think she would have become, knowing and loving her as I did.

This tragedy happened because a young man was driving recklessly after a fight with his girlfriend and drove through a red light as Laurie was crossing the street. In an instant the trajectory of people’s lives can change forever and that’s what happened that day on a downtown street in Wilmington. Not only was our family affected, but the ripples of pain and sadness went throughout the community to affect everyone who had ever known Laurie. That young man’s life was changed because he went to prison and who knows what happened to him after that, or whether he died there. I have never forgotten what he did to our family but I have long since forgiven him and even feel sadness for what he did to himself and his family.

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70: “This is why I fell in love with you.” NY verse pretty please!!

A continuation of this.

When they get back to school after spring break, Santana is glad that she feels more like herself again. She knows that signing up for the housing lottery with Brittany is a huge thing, but she’s just going with it, and trying not to let it eat her alive. She’s in love, she’s young, and she thinks that after a whole lifetime of avoiding making mistakes, she’s willing to try, even if it could end up being disastrous.

With spring break behind her, Santana begins to prep for finals. She’s already studying like crazy with Brittany, trying to make sure she passes her world religions final, and on top of that, she has stacks of books on her desk, figuring out her research papers, and trying to avoid going completely crazy at the thought of writing upwards of fifty pages in the last weeks of the semester.

On top of all of that, Santana reads on Tumblr that there’s going to be a lesbian fan convention in New York. Being in Ohio, and being...mostly antisocial, she never actually thought that she’d want to go to something like that. But now that she’s in New York, the idea kind of thrills her, and she wonders if she can muster up the courage to go. Even more than that, she wonders if should could ever possibly convince Brittany to go with her. She’s not really into the whole multishipping thing that a lot of the other girls are into, but she knows that some of the people who read her Rizzoli and Isles lesbian subtext blog are going to be there, and really, if she’s being honest with herself, she wants to go.

“Hey babes.” Brittany meets her after class one afternoon, and Santana still kind of can’t get used to her calling her by that pet name. It’s not babe, or baby, it feels...special, and she loves it. “How was hell?”

“Not so bad.” Santana laughs, glad that Brittany knows how much she hates her Twentieth Century American Lit class that’s basically all men, all the time. “But I swear, all this guy wants to do is talk about Hemingway. One day, I’m going to raise my hand and just start listing off American women writers...”

“You should, it would probably knock the guy’s socks off.”

“I’m not sure if it would be in a good way or a bad way though...and I still need his grade.”

“Please, like you’re not totally going to ace it.”

“Not chancing it. How was your class, anyway.”

“Super mathy. So, good.”

“Good.” Santana smiles. “So, uh, I wanted to ask you something kind of weird.”

“Okay...” Brittany trails off, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, to the frustration of everyone walking behind them.

“It’s not serious.” Santana tugs at her hand, making her walk again. “There’s just like...this kind of lame, like, lesbian thingy this weekend. A, um, fandom convention I guess.”

“Cool! Do we get to dress up?”

“Wait, seriously? You’re reacting that positive without me even telling you what it’s about?”

“Well you obviously want to go. I mean, maybe you want to go alone, and if so, live it up! But if you wanted me to go with you, I’d be totally down. Isles is the blonde one, right?”

“Yeah...um, wow, okay, I totally didn’t expect you to react so enthusiastically. But yeah, I’d really like if you came with me. I’m kind of freaked by the whole idea of even going to something like this, so, I think I’d feel better if you were there.”

“Please, these are your people.” Brittany grins. “You’ll probably be famous there, or something. Think anyone’ll recognize me from your Tumblr?”

“I mean, if anyone there actually reads my blog, of course they will. I post about you more often now than I post about the girls.”

“A great honor, of course. I love that you want to go. I mean, this is why I fell in love with you. You’re like, this awesome nerd, and I’m obsessed with it.”

“Jeeze, I still don’t know how I got lucky enough to find you.”

“The magic that is Washington Square Park. And obviously I’m luckier. But important question, do I get to carry a fake gun to get the bad guys with?”

“Maura’s a medical examiner, Britt. Sorry, but you don’t get a gun.”

“Do you?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, then that’s probably the sexiest thing I’ll ever see.”

For the rest of the week, Santana doubles down to get her work done before the weekend. On Saturday morning, Brittany goes back to her room to get dressed, and Santana puts her Boston Police Department shirt on under her blazer, and straps her gun belt to her waist. She’s never done cosplay before, but the idea of doing it with Brittany for something like this has has all kind of excited. When Brittany comes back in a red dress with a lab coat over it, Santana smiles so wide. It’s not just about how hot she looks, but about the fact that she’s really getting into this with her. The whole thing means more than she can even say, and she kisses her, careful not to smear her red lipstick.

They go uptown to the venue where the event is being held, and Santana kind of just takes it all in. It’s a lot, being around so many other people, and even if they’re her people, like Brittany said, she’s shy. It’s one thing being really into something on the internet, but it’s another to be into it in person. She’s a little embarrassed, and a little trepidatious, but she holds fast to Brittany’s hand, and Brittany urges her to talk to people. This is her thing, after all, and she knows that Brittany just wants to have a good time.

Brittany flags someone down to snap a picture of the two of them together, and immediately after Santana posts it on her blog—hashtag best girlfriend ever—she gets a whole flood of responses. As it turns out, people have actually started shipping her and Brittany together after Santana’s incessant posting about her, and the idea that they’re dressed up as Maura and Jane has her followers a buzz. It’s really sweet, and Santana just hopes Brittany knows what this means to her.

They spend the day there, and Santana meets some of the girls who have been following her since she was fourteen years old and writing really, really bad fan fiction—including the ones who survived that high school cheerleading captain AU—and she introduces Brittany to all of them. Maybe it’s lame, but she kind of feels like a mini celebrity, and when they finally leave to go back to their dorm, it’s almost a let down. It’s hard for Santana to be who she is in the real world, and this was an opportunity for that. It was amazing, and she honestly can’t thank Brittany enough for being part of it with her.

“I know you were probably bored to tears today, Britt, but...it meant so much to me that you came.”

“I wasn’t bored at all, babes. I know I’m like, super clueless about what actually happens on that show, but I also know it helped you when you were struggling, and I think it’s really cool you got to do something like that.”

“It was awesome. I mean, I couldn’t have cared less about anything else that went on there, but the Rizzles stuff was neat, and I liked that I got to meet all those people who only existed behind Tumblr usernames.”

“Yeah, I cant imagine what that felt like. I mean, I can barely even turn on a computer, let alone make a whole bunch of friends on there. But it’s like, this whole cool world, and you’re a part of it.”

“I don’t even understand how you can be so amazing.” Santana rests her head on Brittany’s shoulder as they walk down Fifth Avenue. “I figured if I ever met anyone who actually wanted to be with me, I’d keep this part of me a complete secret, but here you are, dressed as Maura Isles.”

“What can I say? I’m kind of an amazing girlfriend.”

“Tell me, Britt, is there any weird kind of stuff like this that you would want to do? Any secret life I don’t know about?”

“I don’t think so.” Brittany shakes her head. “The only thing I really want to go is see a show at the New York City Ballet. I’ve dreamed of it...pretty much my entire life.”

“Wait, you haven’t gone yet? I sort of just figured it would have been the first thing you did when you got here.”

“I was so stressed out when I first got here, trying to like, cope with being away from home, dealing with learning to eat new food, and not fail my classes. It just sort of slipped my mind. But seeing you so happy doing something you couldn’t do back in Ohio reminded me of how much I wanted to do that.”

“Can I take you for your birthday?”

“That’s too expensive, Santana. I can’t let you do that.”

“I have Christmas money saved up from my parents.” Santana protests. “I’ve been trying to figure out what I could even get you for your birthday, and I’ve been at a total loss. Let me do that for you. I’d surprise you, but I don’t want to like, buy tickets and then have you make some other big plans that day.”“Do you really think I’m making big birthday plans that don’t include you?”“I don’t know, don’t you want to go to a bar or something?”

“Why would I want to go to a bar when you don’t have a fake ID, and have no desire to go?”

“I don’t know, because it’s not my birthday? If you wanted to do that, I’d go to that guy you know on Canal Street and get one, you know.”

“That’s really sweet, Santana, but I’m not trying to corrupt you. You like to play by the rules, and what am I going to do at a bar that I couldn’t do with you somewhere else?”

“Drink? Dance?”

“Okay, fair.” Brittany concedes. “But I’d much rather do anything else if it meant you were having a good time too.”

“I guess. I just want your birthday to be special.”

“If you’re serious about the ballet thing, that would make it really special. If not, I’m also totally fond of eating sushi in my underwear and watching Imagine Me and You.”

“That’s pretty much our every Saturday night.” Santana shakes her head laughing. “As long as you’ll let me, I’m going to make your birthday special.”

“Then guess what? It’s in your hands now.”

#brittana #nyu!au #Anonymous

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Nope. Sounds pretty good if to me so far. What about Florida, Nevada, California, Utah, Mississippi, Oklahoma, West Virginia, Montana, and Washington. Sorry, gotta curious mind.

It’s okay! This is going to be long. One thing that you’ll quickly notice is that pretty much all of the states are tied into agriculture somehow. That’s because every state is part of the agricultural industry in someway and it’s the easiest thing for me to write about and use to tie them all together. Also, rural America doesn’t usually get a whole lot of love in most State fics.

Florida: Florida admittedly is hard for me to write. I have family who lives in Florida and I don’t want her to have any of their personality traits (because they’re awful people). I also need to do a lot more research. So far, Florida is a tough girl who is afraid of practically nothing, except driving in the snow. She loves gator hunting and fishing, but she also loves things like amusement parks, beaches, and politics (again, swing state). She also can’t stand any temperature below 55 degrees. Florida’s favorite hobby is growing oranges and she and California are in the middle of a fruit war with each other (who has the best oranges). She speaks fluent Spanish (mainly Cuban). She has wavy brunette hair (that is extremely frizzy due to the constant humidity) and gray eyes. Like I said, her personality is still under construction.

Nevada: Nevada was is known as the Battle Born State due to joining the Union in the middle of the Civil War, and her personality shows it. She seems cold on the outside mostly because she was brought up in the aftermath of the Civil War and saw first hand, at a very young age, what it had done to her siblings. She seems kind of aloof and has a bit of a pessimistic view on the world. But, once she opens up to someone, you’ll find her to be a very loving and caring person. She’s smart as a whip when it comes to science and gambling (even though she’s not supposed to) and she’s also an excellent shot (always carries a gun, and has named it Las Vegas). She’s chasing New Mexico away from Area 51 (Roswell, so he loves aliens), but she’s also always looking out for him and shares his love of science and aliens.Other than that, I need to do a bit more research on Nevada. This is just the basis of her personality. Appearance wise, she has long black hair as a reference to her Native American heritage and warm brown eyes. She also speaks Spanish and Navajo and always wears a pair of sunglasses that she has affectionately called Carson City.

California: California is a little like America in this story: the way she acts depends on who she’s around. She’s a big sister and kind of motherly to Hawaii, Arizona, and Nevada. She’s rivals with Florida and Texas (though she wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for them if someone was bothering them). She’s agriculturally focused when she’s around the Midwest and Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana (California is the US’s number one producer of agricultural products). She enjoys being a nerd with Washington, especially concerning tech and business, and being an outdoorsy hippy-like person with Oregon. And of course to anyone outside of her family, she’s a complete airhead. She likes portraying herself to strangers as the stuck up, ditzy Hollywood type, but in all actuality is extremely smart, focused, hardworking, and driven. She truly is America’s daughter.She’s extremely beautiful with glossy, wavy brunette hair (she’s lucky and always has a good hair day) and sapphire eyes. She also has a permanent tan and can pass a Mexico’s sister (Mexico is actually her aunt by blood, and they are very close). She’s also one of the only states that has a mother (the Californian Republic was briefly independent). She speaks Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Tagalog, and a few other languages.

Utah: Utah’s one that I need to do a lot of research on. The extent of my knowledge on Utah currently is Great Salt Lake, Mormons, honeybees, and skiing. It’s pathetic, I know but I’m planning on doing research before I write her chapter. So far, though, she does have a basic personality. Religion is a very important aspect of her life; however she doesn’t really identify with a specific one out of respect to all of the people in her state, so she’s more spiritual. She’s very active and outdoorsy; she enjoys skiing, hiking, and mountain climbing with the other Four Corners States. She also is a huge supporter of the National Parks, and hers are her pride and joy (Utah has a ton of National Parks). And then, Utah is the Beehive State, so I want to incorporate that into her characterization but I’m not quite sure how I want to do that yet. She has brown hair and green eyes.

Mississippi: Once upon a time, America tried to raise Mississippi like a lady (this was back in the early 1800’s), but then Alabama came along and that was the end of that. Mississippi is a tomboy, much like Ohio. She loves football and hunting and doing other stuff that would have been considered “boyish” when she was small. Still, she loves cooking with Georgia and Louisiana and hanging out with Alabama and Florida. She tends to be more conservative; however, she personally prefers making informed decisions and sticking to her morals. Again, I need to do more research on Mississippi, especially before I decide how I want to address the Civil Rights issues with Mississippi’s past.

Oklahoma: Out of all of her siblings, Oklahoma is closest to Texas. They really are two peas in a pod and share a lot of interests: ranching, rodeos, food, religion,(though both, like Utah, are non-denominational out of respect for all of their citizens), music, etc. She is actively involved with her Native American heritage and speaks many native languages as well as Spanish. She’s very sweet and kind and takes everything that America says to heart, always obeying what he tells her to do and taking his words literally. She has shoulder length brunette hair and green eyes. And again, I need to do more research on Oklahoma before I start tying history to her personality.

West Virginia: I get so many reviews about West Virginia and he hasn’t even appeared yet, but I get it. Many people write West Virginia as a stupid hillbilly, which I guess is kind of the stereotype outside of the state, and that’s just offensive. So, West Virginia is outdoorsy. He just loves being outside and being active. He also enjoys doing things with people he’s close to, and he doesn’t really care what it is: playing football with Ohio, spending a day in D.C. with Virginia, hunting with Pennsylvania. As long as he has fun and he’s bonding with one of his siblings, he doesn’t mind.He suffers from slight social anxiety, but once he trusts someone, he’s super friendly. He loves history and his favorite activity is touring abandoned mines (he used to work in them, but America wasn’t too fond of that and child labor laws…) He has light red hair (a nod to his Scottish and Irish heritage) that’s light enough to pass as strawberry blonde in some lighting, and brown eyes. He actually shares these traits with Virginia (as a nod to the fact they used to be the same state), though Virginia’s color is closer to brunette, but he absolutely hates this. He strives to make himself stand out from Virginia so people don’t mistake them for twins (they’re not) and he hates her constant mothering of him. But still, he’s closest to Virginia.

Montana: What can I say about Montana? Well, for one, America is the only one allowed to call her by her human name; everyone else has to call her Montana (her human name’s a secret for now; some of her own siblings don’t even know it). She has brunette hair and violet eyes (same shade as Canada’s). She’s kind of Canada-like in that she’s nice and polite to everyone, but she’s not afraid to stand her ground. She’s hardened due to the weather and terrain, but she loves being outdoors under the big sky. She’s a rancher, one of the few states that keeps the tradition alive. She likes to hunt and fish. Overall, she’s just hardworking and dedicated. I need to do more research on her history.

Washington: Washington’s kind of a nerd, especially when it comes to tech and business. He usually always has his nose stuck in a book and a coffee in hand. But that’s not to say that he’s not willing to get his hands dirty. If he needs to, he’s capable of and more than willing to do hard, physical labor. He and Oregon have this rivalry going on — it’s slightly reminiscent of the Ohio-Michigan rivalry (and those two egg it on; Ohio backs Oregon and Michigan backs Washington). I was actually told by someone from Oregon that their relationship is kind of Ohio-Michigan and it also has something to do with land. He’s also extremely professional. He has icy blue eyes and black hair. Again, I need to do more research on Washington.

Really, I still have a lot of research to do, which is why most of what I’ve given you is very non-specific. I really don’t want to offend anyone, and with some states, you get into some very sensitive topics that can easily and justifiably upset someone when they’re applied incorrectly.

Sorry for taking so long to answer. I meant to finish this earlier in the week, but I got distracted with school work. If you have any suggestions that you’d like to see, please feel free to let me know.

#booklover answers #asks #anon #anonymus #The United States of Chaos #statalia #State OCs #aph California #aph Utah #aph Washington #aph West Virginia #aph Mississippi #aph Florida #aph Oklahoma #aph Nevada #OCs #My OCs

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All Summer in a Day

Ray Bradbury (1954)

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Now?"

"Soon."

"Do the scientists really know? Will it happen today, will it?"

"Look, look; see for yourself!"

The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out for a look at the hidden sun.

It rained.

It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of the children of the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up civilization and live out their lives.

"It's stopping, it's stopping!"

"Yes, yes!"

Margot stood apart from them, from these children who could never remember a time when there wasn't rain and rain and rain. They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven years ago, when the sun came out for an hour and showed its face to the stunned world, they could not recall. Sometimes, at night, she heard them stir, in remembrance, and she knew they were dreaming and remembering gold or a yellow crayon or a coin large enough to buy the world with. She knew they thought they remembered a warmness, like a blushing in the face, in the body, in the arms and legs and trembling hands. But then they always awoke to the tatting drum, the endless shaking down of clear bead necklaces upon the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests, and their dreams were gone.

All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it:

I think the sun is a flower, that blooms for just one hour.

That was Margot's poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside.

"Aw, you didn't write that!" protested one of the boys.

"I did," said Margot. "I did."

"William!" said the teacher.

But that was yesterday. Now the rain was slackening, and the children were crushed in the great thick windows.

Where's teacher?"

"She'll be back."

"She'd better hurry, we'll miss it!"

They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass.

"What're you looking at?" said William.

Margot said nothing.

"Speak when you're spoken to."

He gave her a shove. But she did not move; rather she let herself be moved only by him and nothing else. They edged away from her, they would not look at her. She felt them go away. And this was because she would play no games with them in the echoing tunnels of the underground city. If they tagged her and ran, she stood blinking after them and did not follow. When the class sang songs about happiness and life and games her lips barely moved. Only when they sang about the sun and the summer did her lips move as she watched the drenched windows. And then, of course, the biggest crime of all was that she had come here only five years ago from Earth, and she remembered the sun and the way the sun was and the sky was when she was four in Ohio. And they, they had been on Venus all their lives, and they had been only two years old when last the sun came out and had long since forgotten the color and heat of it and the way it really was.

But Margot remembered.

"It's like a penny," she said once, eyes closed.

"No it's not!" the children cried.

"It's like a fire," she said, "in the stove."

"You're lying, you don't remember!" cried the children.

But she remembered and stood quietly apart from all of them and watched the patterning windows. And once, a month ago, she had refused to shower in the school shower rooms, had clutched her hands to her ears and over her head, screaming the water mustn't touch her head. So after that, dimly, dimly, she sensed it, she was different and they knew her difference and kept away. There was talk that her father and mother were taking her back to Earth next year; it seemed vital to her that they do so, though it would mean the loss of thousands of dollars to her family. And so, the children hated her for all these reasons of big and little consequence. They hated her pale snow face, her waiting silence, her thinness, and her possible future.

"Get away!" The boy gave her another push. "What're you waiting for?"

Then, for the first time, she turned and looked at him. And what she was waiting for was in her eyes.

"Well, don't wait around here!" cried the boy savagely. "You won't see nothing!"

Her lips moved.

"Nothing!" he cried. "It was all a joke, wasn't it?" He turned to the other children. "Nothing's happening today. Is it?"

They all blinked at him and then, understanding, laughed and shook their heads.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Oh, but," Margot whispered, her eyes helpless. "But this is the day, the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun..."

"All a joke !" said the boy, and seized her roughly. "Hey, everyone, let's put her in a closet before the teacher comes!"

"No," said Margot, falling back.

They surged about her, caught her up and bore her, protesting, and then pleading, and then crying, back into a tunnel, a room, a closet, where they slammed and locked the door. They stood looking at the door and saw it tremble from her beating and throwing herself against it. They heard her muffled cries. Then, smiling, the turned and went out and back down the tunnel, just as the teacher arrived.

"Ready, children?" She glanced at her watch.

"Yes!" said everyone.

"Are we all here?"

"Yes!"

The rain slacked still more. They crowded to the huge door. The rain stopped.

It was as if, in the midst of a film concerning an avalanche, a tornado, a hurricane, a volcanic eruption, something had, first, gone wrong with the sound apparatus, thus muffling and finally cutting off all noise, all of the blasts and repercussions and thunders, and then, second, ripped the film from the projector and inserted in its place a beautiful tropical slide which did not move or tremor. The world ground to a standstill. The silence was so immense and unbelievable that you felt your ears had been stuffed or you had lost your hearing altogether. The children put their hands to their ears. They stood apart. The door slid back and the smell of the silent, waiting world came in to them.

The sun came out.

It was the color of flaming bronze and it was very large. And the sky around it was a blazing blue tile color. And the jungle burned with sunlight as the children, released from their spell, rushed out, yelling into the springtime.

"Now, don't go too far," called the teacher after them. "You've only two hours, you know. You wouldn't want to get caught out!"

But they were running and turning their faces up to the sky and feeling the sun on their cheeks like a warm iron; they were taking off their jackets and letting the sun burn their arms.

"Oh, it's better than the sun lamps, isn't it?"

"Much, much better!"

They stopped running and stood in the great jungle that covered Venus, that grew and never stopped growing, tumultuously, even as you watched it. It was a nest of octopi, clustering up great arms of fleshlike weed, wavering, flowering in this brief spring. It was the color of rubber and ash, this jungle, from the many years without sun. It was the color of stones and white cheeses and ink, and it was the color of the moon.

The children lay out, laughing, on the jungle mattress, and heard it sigh and squeak under them resilient and alive. They ran among the trees, they slipped and fell, they pushed each other, they played hide-and-seek and tag, but most of all they squinted at the sun until the tears ran down their faces; they put their hands up to that yellowness and that amazing blueness and they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and listened to the silence which suspended them in a blessed sea of no sound and no motion. They looked at everything and savored everything. Then, wildly, like animals escaped from their caves, they ran and ran in shouting circles. They ran for an hour and did not stop running.

And then -in the midst of their running one of the girls wailed. Everyone stopped.

The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand.

"Oh, look, look," she said, trembling.

They came slowly to look at her opened palm.

In the center of it, cupped and huge, was a single raindrop. She began to cry, looking at it. They glanced quietly at the sun.

"Oh. Oh."

A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths. The sun faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cold around them. They turned and started to walk back toward the underground house, their hands at their sides, their smiles vanishing away.

A boom of thunder startled them and like leaves before a new hurricane, they tumbled upon each other and ran. Lightning struck ten miles away, five miles away, a mile, a half mile. The sky darkened into midnight in a flash.

They stood in the doorway of the underground for a moment until it was raining hard. Then they closed the door and heard the gigantic sound of the rain falling in tons and avalanches, everywhere and forever.

"Will it be seven more years?"

"Yes. Seven."

Then one of them gave a little cry.

"Margot."

"What?"

"She's still in the closet where we locked her."

"Margot."

They stood as if someone had driven them, like so many stakes, into the floor. They looked at each other and then looked away. They glanced out at the world that was raining now and raining and raining steadily. They could not meet each other's glances. Their faces were solemn and pale. They looked at their hands and feet, their faces down.

"Margot."

One of the girls said, "Well...?"

No one moved.

"Go on," whispered the girl.

They walked slowly down the hall in the sound of cold rain. They turned through the doorway to the room in the sound of the storm and thunder, lightning on their faces, blue and terrible. They walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it.

Behind the closet door was only silence.

They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.

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