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Green Light, Red Light

Request: Yes / No Hi can I please get a Spencer Reid x reader where if you’ve seen the 12 season where cat has his mom and tells him that she’s pregnant with his kids and tells him she did it because she Convince him that he was doing it with Maeve and reader over hears them and she starts to feel the she was just a rebound to him and they get in a fight about how she’s Insecure about their relationship and can it end in fluff please and if you can thank you 🙏🏼 sorry if this doesn’t make sense or sounds Messy Anon

Requests are open, but please read this! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 8910

Warnings: Honestly not much I think.

Y/N: Your Name

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Emily had just called me and told me to come to the office. I dropped everything immediately and rushed to work. I just knew it was something about Spencer. God I hope he’s okay… As soon as I got there I rushed into her office, Rossi was already in there.

“Emily, I came as fast as I could. What’s happened? Is Spencer okay?” I asked, worry clearly in my voice.

“Thank you for coming Y/N, Fiona and I went to see Reid.” She said.

“And? Is he okay?” I asked.

“He said his Mother was in trouble.” She said and I looked at her confused.

“Were Reid and Diana scheduled to have a visit?” Rossi asked.

“He didn’t think so, but it happened anyway.” Emily answered.

“What did Cassie say?” I asked.

“Cassie didn’t bring Diana. Another nurse did, a Carol Atkinson.” She answered and I looked at her confused.

“Cassie would never let another nurse take care of her.” I said.

“Garcia’s running a search on the name now, but it’s an alias.” She said.

“For who?” Rossi asked before I could.

“Lindsey Vaughn.” She said.

“Lindsey Vaughn? From that case in Chula Vista ten years ago?” Rossi asked.

“You remember it.” Emily said.

“But how could it be her now? And why?” He asked.

“I asked him the same thing.” She said.

“And how did that go?” He asked.

“He slammed the table and ended up being escorted out by guards.” She said and I bit my lip. My poor Spencer…

“Any chance he’s wrong?” Rossi asked.

“Well, Reid did smell Scratch’s drugs before the murder, and he said there was another woman in the room with them.” She said.

“No, there’s no way he could be wrong, this is Spencer we’re talking about!” I said and they sighed.

“Well, if Lindsey took Diana to visit, where’s Cassie?” Rossi asked.

“We don’t know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she’s not returning texts either. Y/N, when was the last time you talked to her?” She asked me.

“Um, a few weeks ago. She was giving me updates about Diana and said that I should come and visit, that it might help her.” I answered. I was now regretting not visiting her sooner, who knows what might be happening to her now…

“And Garcia pinged it?” Rossi asked.

“She tried, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off. Walker and JJ are on their way to Reid’s apartment now.” Emily said.

“I should be going with them.” I said, but Emily shook her head.

“You’re too close to this Y/N.” She said.

“We’re all close to this Emily.” I said and she sighed.

“I know, but I can’t send you out there until we have something.” She said and I sighed. I understood why, but I just wanted to help Spencer and save Diana if she was really in trouble.

“So what if this has been a Scratch-Lindsey partnership this whole time?” Rossi asked.

“If that’s true, given his mental state, I’m not sure Reid makes it to trial.” Emily said and I felt my heart break.

“I-I need to see him.” I said and Emily shook her head.

“You can’t right now, he’s not being allowed visitors.” She said and I bit my lip to keep from crying.

“Hey, he’ll be alright.” Rossi said and I nodded.

“Here, take some paperwork to keep you distracted, I’ll call everyone in when we get news from JJ.” Emily said and I nodded. I took the papers and went to my desk. I needed to keep my mind off Spencer, but that was probably the hardest thing to do.

It was maybe ten minutes later when I heard someone walk up to my desk. I looked up and saw Garcia giving me a sad smile. I returned the smile and she pulled me in for a hug.

“Emily wants us in the round table room.” She said and I nodded.

“Is Diana okay?” I asked.

“We don’t know yet...” She answered and I bit my lip once again. We all sat down and everyone gave me a sad smile. I wanted this done with, I wanted the pitty looks to go away. I wanted everything to go back to normal.

“We first came across the Vaughns ten years ago when Lindsey Vaughn and her friend Katie Owen were abducted outside of a crowded movie theater by three men.” Emily said as Garcia handed us the files.

“Ryan Phillips, the traid’s dominant, tortured and strangled Katie.” Rossi said.

“Jack Vaughn then took matters into his own hands, using his skills to find Lindsey.” Emily said.

“It ended when Jack murdered Phillips in front of her and Reid.” Rossi said.

“They let him stay in the program after that?” Luke asked.

“Jack was too important a witness to cut loose.” Rossi said.

“And no one’s heard from either of them till now?” Tara asked.

“That’s right.” Emily said with a nod.

“Lindsey was posing as a nurse named Carol Atkinson, and was able to get Diana Reid in and out of the Millburn Correctional Facility.” Garcia said, pulling up the prison’s security video.

“And despite all the cameras, this is the only one that picked her up.” Rossi said.

“So she knew exactly where they were and how to avoid them.” I said. The phone started ringing and Garcia immediately answered it.

“Please tell me you have good news.” She said.

“Well, Diana and Cassie aren’t here.” JJ said.

“There’s no forced entry and no signs of struggle. And Cassie’s car is gone.” Walker answered.

“Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?” Emily asked.

“I don;t have anything yet.” She answered.

“Okay. Also, search recent traffic in and out of Reid’s apartment. Lindsey probably entered as Carol.” Emily said.

“Copy, copy.” She said and got to work.

“I know Diana’s routen, I should go out there.” I said.

“No Y/N, you’re not allowed to investigate this outside of this office, not yet.” Emily said. I was growing desperate, I needed to help Spencer.

“I know her routen too, Stephen and I will hit up those places first.” JJ said and hung up.

“The rest of us need to find Lindsey ASAP.” Emily said.

“I know a marshal that can help cut through Witsec’s red tape.” Luke said and walked off.

“Yeah, I’m friendly with some people at Homeland Security.” Tara said, also walking off.

“I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, there was degraded female DNA and prints found at the crime scene. No matches in Codis, but there might be something in Witsec.” Emily said.

“I’ll pull every favor, turn every stone.” Garcia said and walked off.

“Are we gonna tell Spencer?” I asked.

“Not yet. I don’t want to add more stress for him.” Emily said. Rossi walked off to go see his friend.

“Emily, you need to give me something to do. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and we both know I can’t just go home.” I said following her into her office.

“Go help Garcia, I can’t let you go out there right now, I’m sorry.” She said and I nodded.

“I get it, I’m way too close to him, more than you guys are, but when it comes time to go out there and do something I need to be there too.” I said and she nodded.

“I wouldn’t keep you from that.” She said and I nodded.

I was helping Garcia with whatever she needed. I wasn’t as tech savvy as she is, but I was good enough to help out. We were working on anything that could give us a lead when her phone rang.

“Garcia.” Luke said.

“What do you need?” She asked.

“Metro P.D. found Cassie’s car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or DIana. No foul play. There are… There are three visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.” Luke said.

“I can tap into them, see what I can find.” Garcia said getting to work.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?” She asked.

“Please.” He said and we were all in the call now.

“Walker, JJ, you’re on with Alvez, me, and Y/N.” She said when she answered.

“Hey guys, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.” Walker said and my heart sank.

“Alright, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now. Forensically, it’s a dead end, but, us, behaviorally we might have something.” Luke explained. It’s parked down the block from a high school.” Luke said.

“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer.” JJ said.

“Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.” Walker said.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Luke said.

“I can look into that. I can- Oh!” Garcia said cutting herself off. I looked over at her screen to see what was happening.

“Garcia?” JJ asked.

“Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from Ried. She paid six months of her rent up front in cash, and there’s been not a peep from her since.” She said and I looked at the document she pulled up with wide eyes.

“How’s Jaime connected to Lindsey?” Luke asked.

“Jaime is Lindsey…” I said shocked.

“I’m twenty minutes from Reid’s apartment.” Luke said.

“Yeah, we’re ten.” JJ said and they were on their way.

“I-I have to go out there…” I said.

“No, you can't, Emily said you can’t.” Garcai said.

“This is my boyfriend we’re talking about! I have to do something!” I said, tears threatening to fall. Garcia pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly.

“I know hun, but we’ll get her.” She said.

Emily came in and caught us up, Cassie was dead. Lindsey killed her and took Diana. Spencer was right. Emily went back to her office to have a meeting with Luke and his friend, but I followed and stayed in the bullpen.

“I’m going to the prison. Reid deserves to know everything.” Emily said walking out.

“I’m coming with you.” I said.

“Y/N, you know you-”

“Emily please, I need to see him. I need to know he’s okay.” I begged, cutting her off. She looked at me and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go.” She said and off we went to the prison.

“Wait here, I’ll give you two some time once I finish telling him okay?” She asked and I nodded. Emily was inside and they were talking. Spencer walked up to the door and banged on it. I stopped the guard from opening it and I opened it instead.

“Y-Y/N?” Spencer asked shocked. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he was arrested.

“Spencer, oh my God…” I said with tears in my eyes. I knew the rules, I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest.

“Hey, no touching allowed.” The guard said.

“It’s alright.” Emily said walking over to us.

“You two have until I come back, then we leave Y/N.” She said and I nodded. Spencer and I walked back into the room and once again hugged him.

“I’ve missed you so much…” I said finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back for so long free. Spencer wrapped his arms around me and it felt like home.

“I’m so so sorry about your Mom Spence, but I swear to you that I will find her no matter what. Even if it costs me my job I will find her.” I said gently caressing his cheek.

“Does she know about us?” He asked referring to Lindsey.

“Yes…” I answered.

“You need to stay away from this.” He whispered.

“You know I can’t do that.” I whispered back.

“You need to, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” He said.

“I’ll be find Spence, everything will be fine.” I said. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away from me…

“You need to go. You need to stay off this case, you need to work on something else.” He said turning his back to me.

“You know I will not do that. I won’t stop until you’re free and your Mother is home safe!” I said. I stared at his back in shock, Spencer had changed… The door opened and Emily walked in.

“It’s time to go Y/N.” She said and I nodded.

“I promise Spence, we’ll find her and get you out of here.” I said before leaving the room with Emily.

“How’d it go?” She asked.

“Not as well as I hoped…” I quietly answered.

“He’ll come around.” She said and I just nodded. Why would he want me to stop? Why wouldn’t he want to kiss me? Why wouldn’t he be happy to see me?

We made it back to the office and Emily went straight for the roundtable room. I was still in a daze, but I followed her in. The team was there walking and Rossi looked up at us when we walked in.

“How’d it go with Reid?” He asked.

“As expected. He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on his legacy.” Emily said.

“Makes sense, given her Daddy issues.” Rossi said.

“And I spoke to the Warden about putting Reid in protective custody, but he said no.” Emily said and I sighed.

“Okay, more ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and, oh my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.” Garcia said.

“How busy?” Tara asked.

“That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last five years.” She answered.

“Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point.” JJ said.

“That’s our Lindsey.” Rossi said.

“You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.” JJ said.

“And each of the victims have apparent Cartel ties.” Garcia.

“So, Lindsey’s been a Cartel hit woman ever since she left the program.” Tara said.

“Okay, but why is she using her Dad’s gun? That helps us, and it’s risky for her.” Garcia asked.

“It’s an impulse, not a choice.” I said. We continued talking, but we came up with nothing so we all went to get coffee.

“Why would Scratch choose Lindsey? I mean, her ties to Reid are distant.” Tara said.

“Walker and I, we kicked it around on the flight, and we imagine that Scratch was digging further into Reid’s past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Realized she could get to him in a way that he couldn’t.” Luke said.

“It may be logistical, too. Scratch has never run out of drugs before, but now he’s a fugitive and might not be able to get them.” Walker said.

“Well, Lindsey knows the border. She’d be a good drug mule.” JJ said as I was making myself a second coffee.

“Good news, bad news.” Emily said walking up to us and I immediately turned towards her.

“I am on the books first thing tomorrow with Judge Frost and AUSA Martinez.” Emily said.

“But all we have is a theory and no support from the brass.” Rossi said.

“That’s never stopped us before.” She said.

“I guess we gave twelve hours to make an airtight case for you to bring to them.” I said.

“Yes. Not only that, we also need a paper trail.” Emily said.

“I’ll put on more coffee.” Rossi said.

“Excuse me.” Emily said and went to take a call.

“Y/N, you should go get some sleep.” Rossi said to me and I shook my head.

“There is no way I’m going home when Spencer is stuck in that prison and Diana is who knows where.” I said taking a sip of my coffee.

“I will inject coffee straight into my veins before I go to sleep.” I said and walked off to the round table room. Soon everyone followed and we were all looking for anything we could find.

“We leave no stone unturned.” Emily said walking in with Garcia and a box. She started handing out files and we got to work.

“Hey, guys.” Tara said after an hour and a half.

“Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios.” She said.

“There’s a factory nearby that manufactures non-FDA-approved seasickness tablets. Essentially, scopolamine pills.” She said walking over to the map.

“Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros.” Luke said.

“Looks like we’ve got Lindsey where we need her.” Rossi said.

“Now we put the knife in her hand.” Emily said. We continued working, trying to get anything to match with Lindsey and that would be able to set Spencer free. I must have drank at least six coffees, maybe more. It was light out now, but none of us cared.

“Rick, what have you got?” Luke asked, answering his phone.

“Well, okay, guys, Jack’s gun was used in Mexico the day before Nadie’s murder.” JJ said.

“What? Another Cartel hit?” I asked.

“No, the victim was a Victor Flores. He was a local real estate broker, a model citizen.” She said.

“Point-blank. Back of the head, with a modified hollow-point bullet. That’s Lindsey, alright.” Rossi said looking at the file.

“Why are we only hearing about it now?” Walker asked.

“Because it was in Monterrey. It’s a different jurisdiction.” JJ answered.

“Okay, so, she crosses the border at Los Indios, which is very close to Matamoros, drives three hours west to Monterrey, kills Victor, and then drives four hours east to Matamoros?” Tara asked confused.

“All possible within a day’s drive.” Walker said.

“Sure, but why go to all the trouble?” Tara asked.

“Why pick Victor Flores?” Emily asked.

“It sounds too random to be random…” I said shaking my head.

“Alright. Alright, thanks, Rick. I owe you.” Luke said and hung up.

“Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the one Reid described. It was dumped two states over.” Luke said.

“Did it belong to a Victor Flores?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” He asked.

“Lindsey killed him before Nadie. Must have stolen his truck too.” Rossi said.

“Alright, well, we’re making some real headway here.”Luke said.

“Yeah, it’s great guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all circumstantial. Garcia, any luck finding Lindsey’s prints from her Witsec file?” Emily asked.

“I called in every favor I can think of and then some. It’s gonna take me, like, five more hours to cut through all this red tape.” Garcia answered.

“I have to be at the courthouse in one.” Emily said and we continued to go back to work.

Emily left soon after and we all kept working. We hoped that we could get something in time, but the odds were against us. An hour later my phone rang and I saw Emily’s name pop up on my screen.

“Emily?” I answered confused and everyone’s eyes were on me.

“I need you to go to the prison that Reid is at and bring him home.” She said and my eyes started to water.

“A-Are you serious?” I asked.

“I am, bring him home Y/N.” She said and I hung up immediately.

“What’s going on?” Garcia asked.

“I have to go, I have to go get Spencer.” I said with a smile.

“He’s coming home?” JJ asked and I nodded.

“Yeah.” I nodded and everyone smiled.

“I’m coming with you.” JJ said.

“Me too, I gotta take care of something there.” Luke said.

“I’m coming too!” Garcia said and I just nodded at them. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to my car. My Spencer was finally coming home. They were driving in a separate car from me. I got to the prison as quickly as I could and soon after they brought me to a room with Spencer standing there. Spencer saw me and smiled slightly.

“We’re taking you home baby.” I said with a smile and a tear falling down my face. He looked relieved and I rushed over to hug him.

“You’re coming home Spence.” I whispered. He held me tightly and started sobbing. I held him tightly. He kissed the side of my head and everything just felt so right in that moment. Spencer got dressed in the suit we brought him and we walked out to see Garcia standing there waiting. He went up and hugged her and I smiled.

“Let’s get my Mom back.” He said.

“Yeah.” Garcia said and we all left. We got back to the office and we were catching Spencer up on everything.

“So we know Lindsey convinced Scratch to run drugs across the border.” Luke said.

“And that Lindsey’s been operating from to locations- An apartment next to Reid and a house in southeast D.C.” Rossi said.

“That’s where we think she’s keeping your Mom.” Walker said.

“Scratch isn’t afraid to plot an elaborate trap. I want a full breakdown of that house before we set one foot inside.” Emily said and everyone walked off, except for Spencer and I.

“Um… Spencer…” Emily said stopping us and closing the door.

“You can’t officially go until you’re reinstated.” She said.

“So that includes going to my apartment, since it’s a crime scene.” Spencer said.

“That’s right. It’s sealed and guarded by Metro P.D. But you are the resident. You got it?” She said.

“Got it.” He said and she left. Spencer took a step up to the closed door, but just stared at it.

“Are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me.

“Um… it’s, uh, it’s open.” I said and he looked back at the door.

“Of course.” He said and opened the door. We went to Spencer’s place and I had to show the guard my badge.

“He’s the resident. He’s just gonna grab a few things.” I said and the cop nodded. Spencer sat on his couch and started looking at an open photo album.

“What is it?” I asked.

“This picture was on a different page.” He said and picked it up. He flipped it over and on the back in red it said XX-XY.

“Does that mean anything to you?” I asked.

“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes, Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with Scratch.” He said and I sighed.

“Let’s grab some things and you can stay at my place.” I said.

“Yeah…” He said. We grabbed a bag of clothes and dropped them off at my apartment. Emily had called me and told me all about what was going on. Spencer had to go back to prison to see Cat Adams. I was going with him. We got on the jet and made our way to Car Adams. We walked into the other side of the interview room, we saw Cat sitting at the table. I saw Spencer was comfortable, but this was the only option to find his mother right now.

“I’ll be here the whole time, promise.” I said and gently grabbed his hand. He nodded and walked inside, I followed, but stayed in the back.

“Spencie.” Cat said with a smile.

“Where’s my Mother?” He asked.

“I missed you.” She said.

“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” He asked, ignoring her.

“How did you-”

“No stop! You don’t get to walk in here and hiss at me like I’m the criminal.” She said cutting him off.

“Now, we do this my way.” She said and kicked the chair in front of her. Spencer caught it as she told him to sit. Spencer sat as I stayed on the side watching.

“How was Prison? Did you like it?” She asked.

“No.” He answered.

“It’s not fun, is it?” She asked.

“Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.” He said.

“How did you stay sane?” She asked leaning closer. I was confused as to who she was or what her and Spencer’s past connection was. Her case was before I was even on the team. I had only joined three years ago and Spencer and I have only been together for two.

“A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.” She said.

“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.” He answered.

“That’s three, maybe four hours, tops. What about the other twenty?” She asked.

“I read.” He answered.

“That’s still not enough. You have to… go someplace. Up here.” She said looking at me for a split second.

“Or else you go crazy.” She said with a slight laugh.

“Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Com here.” She said, motioning him to come closer. Spencer leaned in closer and she went to touch his face.

“No touching.” I said and she stopped. Spencer looked at me then back at her and she smirked at me.

“Close your eyes.” She said and moved his eyes to close them.

“Good. Now keep them shut. Sit back and relax.” She said leaning back in her chair. Spencer also leaned back.

“Now, when you open your eyes, I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three month.” She said and my heart clenched at this. She looked at me and smirked then looked back at him.

“Now… Open.” She said and he did.

“Hello Cat.” He said with a smile.

“You’re here!” She giggled.

“You’re really here.” She said.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” Spencer said and I took a deep breath, this is what he needs to do to get the information.

“You’re good at this. You’re so good at this, I almost believe you don’t want to kill me.” She said crossing her arms.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“No.” He said, shaking his head.

“What if I let your Mother die? Then would you kill me? Or would you just… hurt me? Would you pin me down and leave bruises that don’t go away?” She asked with a very sexual tone.

“Is that what you want?” He asked and my eyes widened slightly.

“I guess I just want to know if you would.” She said and glanced at me with a smirk.

“If you could.” She said looking back at him.

“No.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“That’s not the kind of man I am.” He said.

“Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend over there to step aside, because we’re gonna play another game. And this time, we’re going to find out exactly what kind of man you are. I’m sure she’ll love to watch that.” She said. Spencer looked over at me and gave me a nod. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Spencer alone with her, but I left anyway and she gave me a wave goodbye. I was now watching from behind the glass, luckily I could still hear them.

“Let’s play.” He said.

“Let’s!” She said excitedly.

“Are you hungry?” She asked him.

“No.” He answered.

“Me neither.” She said.

“So, the same game as last time?” He asked leaning back in the chair.

“I answer every question you ask honestly?” He asked.

“No, this time you get to ask the questions.” She said.

“About what?” He asked.

“Well, I know a secret. About you. And you can ask me as many questions as you like to figure it out. But you only get one guess as to what it is.” She said leaning forward.

“Now, guess correctly, I take your phone, I call our friend Lindsey, and I tell her to release your Mother unharmed. If you don't…” She said and put her fingers into a gun shape and stuck it in her mouth. She then mimed like she was getting shot and giggled.

“Is there a clock?” Spencer asked.

“There’s always a clock.” She said and put her hand out.

“Give it to me.” She said. Spencer took off his watch and handed it to her.

“You’ll have four hours.” She said and he went to ask a question, but she stopped him.

“Not yet.” She said.

“You have to wait till the second hand comes around.” She said.

“You want to give me a hint before we start?” Spencer asked.

“Do I look like a girl that gives hints?” She asked.

“Actually you do.” He said.

“Okay, how about this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to.” She said and I furrowed my brow.

“Go.” She said. It’s been half an hour, I told the team that we had four hours to find Diana or she’s dead.

“I know what the secret is.” Spencer said.

“You do?” She asked.

“Why else would you put me through all this?” He asked.

“Ooo. Phrasing it in the form of a question. That way it doesn’t count as a guess. Very smart, Doctor.” She said.

“I’m gonna walk you through a scenario and your face is gonna tell me how close I am.” He said.

“From the moment I arrested you, you watched and waited for the right time to take your revenge. When you learned I was going to Mexico, you took it. You and Lindsey framed me for murder so I’d be in prison and treated like a criminal, and then you kidnapped my Mother so I would know how it feels to have a parent manipulated, because you wanted to prove that you and I are the same. Am I right?” He asked and she yawned.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold that in any longer. What were you saying?” She asked.

“Psychopaths get bored easily.” He said.

“You’re right. Let’s speed this up.” She said getting up.

“Shall we?” She asked and sat on his lap. Jealousy raged through my body, but I kept watching.

“Why don’t you think about all the pain you’ve suffered in your life. What would I capitalize on, do you think? Is it the death of your mentor, SSA Jason Gideon? ” She asked while touching his chest and face.

“No. Because we caught the man who killed him.” Spencer said.

“What about Agent Morgan? And your guilt over not visiting his little boy.” She said.

“I was in prison.” He said.

“Yeah, but you had time before that.” She said moving her face closer to his. I was feeling so uncomfortable and jealous, but I had to stay perfectional and Spencer was just playing into her fantasies to get what we needed, right?

“Why didn’t you go?” She asked.

“Truthfully, I got distracted. I was trying to figure out a way to help my Mom. She didn’t have time. Morgan, Savannah, and little Bobby did. So there’s absolutely no shame in admitting that. Morgan would understand.” He answered as she nipped at his ear. That wasn't Morgan's son…

“I agree. That’s why that’s not the secret.” She whispered and got off him. He looked back at me and I smiled.

“Good job baby.” I said and pulled out my phone.

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Rossi answered.

“So Cat has deep background on Spence. She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.” I said.

“She’s throwing him off-balance.” He said.

“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him.” I said.

“She must have gotten her hands on Reid’s confidential FBI file. It would mention relevant team information but wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.” Emily said.

“We were thinking she’s been getting help from someone inside the prison. This goes deeper than that.” Rossi said.

“I’ll keep you guys updated.” I said and hung up.

“Working deductively, the secret wouldn’t be any of the topics you’ve already volunteered, because you wouldn’t want to make it that easy on me.” Spencer said after a few minutes of silence.

“Genius, truly.” Cat said, playing with his watch.

“So what is left that I wouldn’t want to admit?” He asked and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Love.” Spencer finally said and my eyes widened. My heart rate picked up and I gulped. Cat stopped playing with his watch and just stared at him.

“Is that what this is all about, love?” He asked leaning forward.

“For my Mother?” He asked and she just stared.

“No. For you.” He said and I felt a pain in my chest.

“You want me to admit that I am actually in love with you.” He said.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my fairy tales, clearly, as much as the next girl, but I’m not delusional.” She said.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked.

“Very sure. So sure, in fact, that I had Lindsey leave a clue for you in your little scrapbook in your house.” She said with a smirk. XX-XY.

“I couldn’t have you come all the way down here and make a guess until I was positive. That is…” She said looking down at her stomach and my eyes widened.

“Until I tested positive.” She said placing her hands on her stomach.

“What, you’re pregnant?” Spencer asked.

“We’re pregnant.” She said and it felt like my heart leaped out of my chest. No. No it couldn’t be possible…

“No.” Spencer said, shaking his head.

“Oh, yes. Mazel tov.” She said. I needed to know. The team needed to know. I asked one of the guards for her records and waited for them.

“Here you are ma’am.” A guard said, handing me the files.

“Thank you.” I said and immediately checked them. She was pregnant. Her due date was November 15th 2017… I looked up in complete shock.

“It’s not possible. Even if you are pregnant, the baby’s not mine.” Spencer said, now standing.

“Except for the part where it is.” She said.

“That’s completely preposterous. You’ve been in prison.” He said sitting back down.

“So have you.” She said.

“And we’ve never had-”

“I know. We’ve never…” She said.

“Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.” She said.

“Ask her…” I whispered.

“How did you do it?” He asked.

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” She said with a little laugh.

“What, did she pretend to be you?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“Why, would that have worked?” She asked.

“No.” He answered leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, I know, I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid hot or not list.” She said.

“So you told her to pretend to be Y/N.” He said.

“No. I told her to pretend to be Maeve.” She said and my eyes widened.

“Maeve Donovan. The love of your life.” He said and my heart broke. I knew Spencer loved her at one point, she was his first and she was taken from him. But when we met he said he was over her, that it was in the past…

“Who had her brains blown out right in front of you before you two could even kiss. So dark… Yet, so useful.” She said.

“You’re lying.” He said, slightly shaking his head.

“Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Spencer, Spencer… Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Come here. Shh. You want this. It’s okay. You want this.” She said in a soft voice.

“It didn’t happen.” Spencer said.

“Hey, I was thinking, if it’s a boy, we should definitely call him Spencie junior.” She said and spencer got up to leave.

“But if it’s a girl, I think we should call her Maeve.” She said and Spencer walked out.

“I mean, after all she played such a huge role in her own conception.” She said and Spencer stood next to me.

“Spence, we might have something.” I said and he took the files from me.

“She’s three months.” I said and Spencer threw the files at the window.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” He said and I nodded.

“I just need a minute.” He said and I bit my lip.

“Is she right?” I asked quietly and he turned to look at me.

“What?” He asked.

“That Maeve is the love of your life?” I asked. I knew I should wait, Spencer had so much to deal with right now, but I needed to know. I needed to know if our whole relationship was just a lie for him to get over Maeve, or if it was real.

“I told you about this already.” He said and I nodded.

“But are we just together because you can’t be with her?” I asked and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“No, no of course not!” He said, but a part of me didn’t believe him.

“I don’t believe you Spencer…” I said.

“Now’s not the time for this!” He shouted and I flinched. Spencer has never raised his voice before.

“I’m gonna go call the team…” I said and walked off. I took out my phone to call the team, but my phone rang first.

“Y/N, you there?” Emily asked when I picked up.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” I said trying to compose myself.

“So far we don’t have anything on the prison employees. Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn’t help that they’re blocking us at every turn.” Luke said.

“We have something, but, uh, it’s out there.” Tara said.

“I’ll take out there.” Emily said.

“The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.” Walker said.

“That’s weird.” JJ said.

“Yeah, not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell.” Tara said.

“The supreme court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emily said.

“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women. What if it’s this?” Walker said.

“The risks that Lindsey’s taking, the bond she has with Cat, it’s not professional. It’s romantic.” Tara said.

“This casts a big shadow over Lindsey’s next move. By exposing their plan to us, she knows there’s no happy ending, no future with Cat.” Walker said.

“And she’s going to take Reid’s Mother with her. And that’s the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.” JJ said.

“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked.

“Can you take me off speaker?” I asked.

“Okay, it’s just us now.” She said.

“Cat is three months pregant and she’s claiming it’s Reid’s…” I said.

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” She asked.

“Well, here’s where it gets tricky. Do we believe her or not?” I asked.

“On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand-”

“If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to- Ugh.” Emily said, finishing my thought.

“Yeah… Either way, she is pregnant. I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence…” I said choking up a little.

“It could be the person inside the prison who’s been helping her. Getting pregnant serves two purposes- Gasslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.” She said.

“Yeah, but, Emily, we don’t know who that guy is yet. And Luke and Rossi aren’t going to in the time we have left.” I said.

“Y/N, I gotta call you back.” She said and hung up. I sighed and walked back to Spencer, he had gone back inside.

“Let’s pretend you’re telling the truth. That means I guessed it, right? The secret, the one I don’t want to admit to? It’s my child?” Spencer said.

“Is that your guess? You only get one, remember?” Cat asked.

“No. it’s too easy.” He said.

“Believe me, getting pregnant with your baby was not easy.” She said.

“You misunderstand. It’s too easy emotionally. Because I can take your child from you. The child I had absolutely no role in creating, but a child that I would care for better than you.” He said and I gulped.

“That’s rude.” She said.

“It’s true. You can’t be a Mother, Cat. I’m not trying to insult you. It’s your psychological makeup. You literally do not have the emotional skills to care for another human being. You’d lose interest in your own baby the way a six year old loses interest in a pet hamster. This baby is simply a means to an end, which is to keep me here playing your game, guessing like a fool, assuming something I never should have assumed in the first place.” He said.

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“My Mother’s already dead.” He said and I shook my head. No. That can’t be right.

“She was dead before I walked in here.” He said.

“She’s not dead.” Cat shook her head.

“Yes she is.” Spencer said getting up.

“No, because that would be cheating and I don’t cheat! You cheat!” She said.

“I’m done playing.” Spencer said.

“Get back here!” She said.

“Goodbye, Cat.” He said opening the door.

“I’ll let you talk to her!” She said which made him stop in the doorway. He looked at me and I looked at him in shock. He smiled and walked back in. I quickly called Garcia.

“Yes, I’m here.” She answered.

“Garcia, get ready to trace a call on Spence’s phone.” I said.

“Fired up, plugged in. Ready to go.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she called Lindsey.

“You’re early.” Lindsey answered.

“Yeah, I know.” Cat said.

��Did he guess?” She asked.

“No, not yet. We need proof of life.” Cat said.

“Alright. Hold on.” She said.

“Spencer!” Diana said scared, only a moment later. Spencer grabbed the phone out of Cat’s hand so fast.

“Mom! Mom, are you okay?” He asked.

“I don’t… know.” She answered and then there was a gunshot.

“Mom!” Spencer called.

“Gotta go.” Lindsey said and hung up.

“Mom! What the hell was that?” Spencer asked and I quickly rushed inside.

“I don’t know.” Cat answered.

“Spence…” I said trying to calm him.

“Lindsey said you were early. Was that a signal?” He asked.

“No.” She answered and Spencer slammed the table.

“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my Mother!?” He shouted.

“No!” She shouted.

“Spencer-”

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted again.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“You wanna know the truth? Your Mother is an alzheimer’s-ridden moron who’s getting dumber day by day, and if she’s dead, it’s your fault.” Cat said. Spencer shoved the table away and grabbed Cat. He shoved her up against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck.

“Spence!” I shouted and tried to pull him off her.

“I’m going to kill you.” He whispered to her.

“Spence!”

“I’m going to kill you.” He said again.

“Spence, she’s pregnant. She’s pregnant Spencer! Stop it! Come on!” I said and finally pulled him off her.

“Come on.” I said and pushed him to the other side of the room. He walked out. I made sure she was alright and ignored her teasing comments about how she was having his baby and how I was protecting their baby.

“How does it feel knowing he really only loves Maeve and you’re just her replacement?” She asked and I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. My phone rang and it was Garcia. She told me about what the explosion was. I walked into the hall where Spencer was sitting with his head against his knee.

“Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your Mom’s still alive.” I said and he just looked up at me.

“Hey.” I said and sat down next to him.

“I’m really scared this is who I am now.” He said.

“No, don’t say that.” I said.

“Y-Y/N, you don’t know…” He trailed off.

“I do know. I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't you would have been next, right?” I asked and he looked down at the floor in shame. He nodded, but still didn’t look at me.

“Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.” I said.

“You wouldn’t have.” He said.

“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence. Because if someone was threatening my life, You bet your ass I would. I would do it a million times if it meant I got to eventually come home to you. It doesn’t make you a bad person.” I said and he looked at me for a second before looking back down.

“Because you know who does think like that, that- that doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does.” I said and realization hit me. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same look on his face.

“She does. She does. Because she- she knows.” I said quietly.

“That’s the secret.” He said getting up.

“What I don’t want to admit about myself.” He said and I got up as well.

“Hold on, let’s play this out, because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn’t about you two being the same.” I said.

“And she’s all about the game. She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it’s integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” He said.

“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” I said.

“Which means that I’m locked in.” He said.

“Like she is.” I said.

“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can’t win, so she-” He cut himself off and looked at me.

“I got it.” He said and went to turn around, but I stopped him.

“Wait.” I said and he turned back to me.

“I’m sorry…” I said and he looked at me confused.

“For before, I shouldn’t let her get in my head.” I said and he pulled me to him.

“Y/N, I love you, but we both know that there will alway still be some love for Maeve in my heart. That doesn’t mean that you’re a rebound or that I’m using you as a way to replace Maeve, because I’m not. I love you. Everything we have together, is real.” He said and I looked up at him. I pulled him down for a kiss and put all the love I have for this man in it. We pulled away and we were both smiling. I was on the phone calling the team to get everything ready.

“Let’s get your Mom back.” I whispered and he nodded. Spencer Walked back inside and Cat was sitting down playing with his watch again.

“Guess that’s one way to get you to put your hands on me.” She said.

“Dance with me.” He said and she looked up at him.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I don’t want the people watching us to hear what I’m going to say next.” He said and offered her his hand. They started dancing.

“You guys got this up?” I asked.

“Streaming now.” Garcia said.

“Okay, uh, listen, you’re gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the Father of Cat’s baby. Don’t let that distract you.” I said.

“I’m sorry. Full stop. Why would he say he’s the Father-”

“Quiet.” Emily said cutting Garcia off.

“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn’t you?” Spencer asked.

“Spencie, don’t ruin the moment.” Cat said.

“I don’t want to, but I’m on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?” He asked.

“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.” She answered.

“That’s what we missed, the inside man that’s been helping them.” Luke said.

“He didn’t just work at Cat’s prison, he worked at hers and Reid’s.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, look for any overlap.” Emily said.

“Compiling now.” Garcia said.

“Here’s something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and The Millburn Correctional Facility.” She said.

“Okay look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there’s no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid’s file.” JJ said.

“Well, not directly. He could have called in a favor from a friend at the bureau.” Walker said.

“So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time.” Tara said.

“Someone who’s not gonna work for the bureau much longer.” Emily said.

“That’s how you timed everything so perfectly. Like sending my Mom and Lindsey to visit me when I thought was at my lowest.” He said.

“Thought? You sure you weren’t?” She asked.

“No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t feel bad. I felt scared. At how much I enjoyed poisoning the other prisoners. I had a hundred ways of getting myself out of that situation, and I picked the one that would cause them the most pain.” He said.

“Well, look at that. You might end up saving your Mother’s life after all.” She said.

“Okay, Lionel Wilkins’ primary residence is in Fall Church, but I also have a second address. Uh, it’s a cabin off of the Rappahannock River.” Garcia said.

“Well the cabin is in Lindsey’s zone based on the gas station.” Walker said.

“Helos are on the roof warming up. Let’s go.” Emily said and hung up.

“They won’t get there in time. They must be on their way, right?” Cat asked.

“Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan. So, they’re walking into a trap. And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she sat down.

“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” He said, sitting on the corner of the table.

“Every time I touch this, you’re getting warmer.” Cat said.Garcia was calling Emily to facetime her so she could show Lindsey everything.

“At first I was furious, because the secret had to be the baby inside you. How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. But now I know it’s both things.” Spencer said.

“So which is it, Spence? Come on. Don’t fumble it now. You’re at the one-yard line.” Cat said.

“You’re not pregnant with my child. You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I… We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” He said and she pressed the call button.

“Kill her.” Cat said.

“Lindsey, I said-” She said getting up, but stopped talking. Cat looked at the camera and glared slightly.

“Lindsey, sweetheart, it’s complicated, okay?” She said.

“Y/N, we got her.” Emily said.

“We’re clear.” I said walking into the room and Cat hung up. Spencer took his phone and turned back to me.

“Is my Mom okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I answered with a smile.

“We do deserve each other, by the way. You guessed right.” Cat said sitting back down.

“You lied, by the way. You were going to kill my Mother regardless.” He said.

“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men. And once you cross that line, you can’t ever go back.” She said. Spencer walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took his watch back and looked her right in the eyes.

“Watch me.” He whispered and we left. We went back to the office and Spencer was so excited to see his mother again. We walked out of the elevator and the team with his Mother, she looked uncomfortable.

“Spencer’s here.” Emily whispered. Diana looked over at him and they both went to hug each other.

“Hi, Mom.” He said holding her close.

“Don’t leave me. Every again.” She pulled away to say.

“I won’t.” He said and I smiled at them. They pulled apart again and Spencer smiled at me.

“Y/N! You should come visit more.” His Mother said and came to hug me. I hugged her back and laughed slightly.

“I will, I promise.” I said. We pulled apart and we went back to his apartment. Everything was going to be okay.

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Nightmare Time Episode 3 Thoughts

I usually save this for the end of my thoughts but I have to say this now. OMG MATT DAHAN!!! I WILL NEVER NOT BE IMPRESSED BY HIM! Usually with the episodes I catch 1 or 2 motifs but I swear I caught everyone this time. And they all fit so well. My attention was evenly split between the music and the story this time. It was so freaking good. Matt deserves all the awards like omg.

I think this is the least laggy the theme has been. Good job going all out for the last one!

I said to my mom "Did Shashona record this video?" and she did!! Great cinematography Shashona!!

I also pointed out the Tim's daddy mask. I said "Aww he's wearing a mask for his son!". I guess my mom got confused and forgot Tim's name because she thought I was talking about Dylan's (nonexistent) son.

THE DRILL PRESSES!!

LEX AND ETHAN

I kind of already knew this but I love that Ethan knows cars. I just likes that he has a hobby.

Lex cares about Tom so much I love it.

WHY DID JANE TRY TO KILL ETHAN?!?!?!? TOM DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO HIM!!!! DID SHE HAVE SOME PERSONAL REASONS LIKE WHY!?!??!

That Lexthan interaction was so cute. I love how he saw she was super sorry and scared and he just stopped being mad and comforted her. They are so cute I can't handle it!!

KENDALL!!! Ok so through out this whole thing I know everyone was excited for their favorite character to come back but I really just wanted to see Kendall again. I guess after BF I assumed we would never see her again because I couldn't see them working with children becoming a normal thing. But when the original cast announcement came out I got so happy to see her name. So I was super excited to see her.

Her covering her hair with a beanie looks better than the wig

UNCLE PAUL I'M SOFT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!!

Cineplex Teen is like Larry from tawog. I guess we should start calling him Obnoxious Teen then. Until we get a name.

I love that Tim immediately likes Becky. Wish I could say the same for my stepparents.

Santa Claus Is Going To High School bb. Also I want to hear the rest of that song. Also also how many wigs does Lauren own?

TONY GREEN

Why must they make love to this movie everytime? Can't we simply just watch it and make fun of like normal people? That way Tim can enjoy it too.

Good for Jane for making sure her son doesn't have to eat disgusting school lunch. She gets good mom points.

Aww Becky reassuring him he's not a Dummy

Becky is like really horny this episode. Honestly Tom's into so go ahead girl

JAIME IS JANE

OK OK OK SO Jane said they were driving home from her parents house. Which means they were still alive when Jane died. That was only a year and a half ago so the Perkins parents might have died more recently than we thought. It's like Spring of 2019 right? So Jane died around Fall 2017. I don't remember if this was said in the show (it probably was and I'm saying nothing new) but I think Black Friday takes place about a year after her death. Tgwdlm took place October 2018. They have to have died only a few months before then. How long had Emma been in Hatchetfield before tgwdlm? Maybe there is a possibility we can see a flashback of an interaction with her parents depending on how long it's been. Also that means Emma lost her whole family in the span of a few months omg. And Tim lost his mom and his grandparents in that time. I want to see how they grieved with all of that. Also I know I'm crossing universes here but Emma also almost died the same day Jane did. Some strange force must really have it out for the Perkins family. Good on Emma for surviving like a champ.

Ok so I thought they went scouting for girls because Jane didn't want the man she loved to have to devote the rest of his life to a car. I thought she was trying to help him move on. She was getting good lover points but those have since been redacted.

Jane is definitely bi and I love that for her. I don't care if she tried to kill her new crush. It was new enough for it to mean nothing.

GREENPEACE GIRL

Tom does look like a creep ngl

Jane reminds us she's a car a lot. Like girl we get it.

No. No. No. NO NO NO NO NO NO NOPE! We're not talking about it. I don't want to. I stared at James the whole and honestly same dude. I saw Nick in my peripheral vision and loved/hated that he was laughing. RIP to me watching this with my mom. RIP to Kendall. Actually rip to everyone who had to sit through that. RIP to Jaime and Dylan for having to perform that. RIP to the cursed rehearsals. Matt and Nick seriously took the time to sit down and write that. What the heck you two?!? This made me more uncomfy than the entirety of mamd and Ted's character combined. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe this was just me but it felt longer than it needed to. The relief and worry I felt when Tim walked in is a feeling I can not explain. Glad he was clueless.

Tim sweetie I love you but SHUT UP

Jane is crazy and Jaime is doing such an amazing job at portraying that.

Yes Tom. Because grave digging is way crazier than possessed cars.

I asked my mom why the didn't just go grave digging for Jane's body but my mom said the body is probably all rotted and gross so that explains that.

Why didn't Becky just go inside? If she went far enough I doubt Jane would have been able to hit her even if she managed to break into the house. Also let's assume Becky's house had an upstairs. There, perfect safety.

Did Becky seriously die in the same woods as Stanley?

Ok so I thought the tree thing was a reference to little Irish girl Becky from the Black Friday sk10 stream. But now it seems like something more serious and bad happened so I'm curious.

DID JANE GET TOM ARRESTED?!?!? It seemed like she could drive herself at that point. Why not let him get out and get Becky yourself? Is this that self confidence thing Tom talked about?

Is she really about to have her son be obsessed with Ms. Becky for the rest of their lives or is she gonna tell him?

This next episode made me physically jump twice. I say literally a lot but I promise you I'm using it correctly when I say I literally jumped.

KENDALL'S SINGING

I saw the thing about the ukelele being a bday gift from the cast so this was super sweet

Ok personal time. My grandmother's name is Pamela and my mom decided to permanently cut ties with her a few months ago due to her abusive behavior. Me and my sibling are still allowed to talk to her whenever we please but we haven't seen her as much as we used to. I got kind of scared watching this with my mom because I was scared this would trigger something. She didn't say anything and I didn't want to bother her about if she was fine so I didn't say anything. Anyway this just kind of hit different for me.

JAIME'S RANGE OMG

"I want to be alone with my man." Ms what are you about to do to your Tv?

DON'T GIVE HER BEER

Duke seems chill. I like him.

LEX AND ETHAN GOT ARRESTED!?!?!? FOR SELLING HER PILLS!?!??! THAT SHE TOLD THEM TO SELL!?!?!? I HATE HER!!!

Does Ms. Foster have a type or is being male good enough?

Hannah's 14? I thought she was the same age as Tim. I could have sworn in the BF commentary track they said she was 9 or 10. Did my brain make that up?

How does Kim change her hair so quickly? She did this in episode 2 too? I could never. I am very impressed.

Curt and Kim talking over the phone while standing shoulder to shoulder was funnier than it should have been

Ms. Holloway is cool. YAY MOSTLY GOOD WITCHES

How does Ms. Holloway know? I need a backstory please!!

Ok so I saw Jon in his cape and thought he might be the with. But then I saw James in his cape I y'know stopped thinking that. Anyway I'm obsessed with Jon and James in capes. Kind of wish Corey had one too.

OH I JUST THOUGHT THIS AS I'M TYPING NOW ok so that tree she was talking to at the beginning was one of the tree people. I'm embarrassed it took me this long to realise it.

Hannah is way too calm about these talking trees and sometimes spider ladies. I respect that.

There was a lot of black and white theming in this episode. More than normal. It makes me more curious about what exactly Hannah's connection to it is.

Hannah almost died in her own mind. I was kinda hating Ms. Holloway in this moment because she forced Hannah to go into her mind. But I know she had to so I'm cool with her again.

THE STARLIGHT THEATER

Did she really say just don't be scared next time? Like miss some actual advice would help.

CAN MS. HOLLOWAY'S MIND LEAVE HANNAH ALONE?? Like I know you didn't get the reaction you wanted out of her but you're seriously gonna give up and go for a little girl instead. Pathetic.

"What's shakin', Banana?" That was the first time I jumped.

WIGGLY

What exactly is that 6-legged girl? I wish we had a visual. Also how couldn't Ms. Holloway help her? What was her issue? Npmd you got anything for me?

Wiley. Just seeing him come up. That was the second time I jumped.

Also everyone already said this but props to Joey for his commitment. Shaving in between episodes like omg sir you didn't have to go all out for this. But you did and I appreciate you for it. Also HE KEPT THE JACKET?? WHAT!??! Just fully committed to this character go off Joey!!

Usually I would laugh at stuff phasing through the green screen but this just made it creepier.

HOLLOWAY AND WILEY/WILBUR BACKSTORY PLEASE

But also I love how the script had him listed at Wilbur above his lines. I remember Nick called him Wilbur once in the commentary track (possibly by accident) but it's nice to have it in cannon. I don't remember I any of the characters called him Wilbur because I'm so used to seeing Wilbur and Wiley used interchangeably but this was just nice to have canonized.

DUKE PAY ATTENTION!! FREAKING USELESS RIGHT NOW!!!

Dang Wiley she was already being choked in the physical world you didn't have to choke her in her mind too calm down

YAY MORE DOLLS

NICK I WAS KIDDING ABOUT AN APOTHEOSIS DOLL

Is the mouth one (I see we've named him Nibbly. Good because his full name is too long to type out) gonna be the npmd villain? The pick color theme seems cool.

ANGELA'S TRANSITION THOUGH!!! Omg she switched roles seamlessly. And her voice too!! Go off Angela.

MARIAH IS WEBBY

This is random and unrelated but I never noticed how big Mariah's eyes were before.

So Webby and the Doll Gang are all siblings? I find it interesting that the were described to all where black. And Webby's color theme is white. Like how the good and bad ukeleles were white and black. This might sound really dumb see as we don't have a 100% accurate visual of the black and white but I wonder if Webby ever left would it be 100% black? Like if Wiggly went through the portal would it become a little less black? Does this make sense? Also I'm starting to see the black and white as less of a bad place. Its starting to see more ominously neutral.

Hannah's favorite show is He-Man no I do accept criticism.

Ms. Holloway is a nerd. She saw Hannah make the reference and was like "Huh. I f she likes He-Man maybe making this hat a reference will make her like me." She would only know if she watched the show. But then again she seems to be stuck in the 80s so maybe she just thinks that's what's popular with the kids.

MS. HOLLOWAY PLEASE GET LEX AND ETHAN BACK

AND ANOTHER GREAT SONG TO END IT OFF

This episode was......a lot. So much happened. Loved all of it. I am scared of Nick and Matt's minds but also incredibly grateful for them. As usual everyone's acting was top notch.

I love this episode.

Also I'm just gonna say it. Jon ruined Nick's season one reveal.

#starkid #nightmare time #nightmare time spoilers #jane's a car #the witch in the web #Hatchetfield #mel thinks thoughts #melchron the good book

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jaeyunluvs · 4 years

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birthday surprises - arón piper imagine

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the positive comments I’ve got on my last headcanon im so happy sdfjsfhds okay anyways here’s the actual first fanfic here we go people!!

SECOND NOTE: There was a problem with my laptop so it doubled a paragraph i’m so so sorry :(( edit: I fixed it

you can read my headcanon here

warnings: nothing. fluff i guess ah and maybe a tiny angst in the beginning

a short disclaimer: i dont know any of these people personally! english is my second language i may have mistakes (let me know if i do) . also i dont really know how to speak spanish so im sorry!!!

anyways enjoy!!

“Do you think he’ll be here?” you asked your sister painfully while sitting on the table eating lunch. Your birthday was tomorrow and you were in your hometown to celebrate your birthday with your siblings and some friends from your childhood nothing much. But your boyfriend, Arón was in the shooting for Elite.

“Honey he’ll try his best but I don’t think he will. He’s a successful actor you know that.” your sister Maya said.

You tried to understand but you didn’t feel happy. You and your family adored him which is a good thing and this made you so happy because he meant a lot to you. But he was the only person you actually wanted to spend time with

“I’ll kill him and punch his face if he doesn’t show up! He’s a cool bro but tell me if you need anything.” your brother Leo told you.

“Leo calm down, stop planning on the poor boy!” your sister Maya defended him.

While they were arguing. You stared at the outside from the window, rain pouring down from the sky. Raindrops on the ground, the fresh feeling of rain, the smell of nature just made you feel better.

After staring at the beauty of nature, Aron called. You immediately run to your room and accept the call from with your sweaty hands.

“Hola, amor”

“Hi aron, i miss you”

“Yo tambien amor, please forgive me but I won’t be able to make it to your birthday can we celebrate it later?” he says in the phone but actually suffering cause he hates it when you’re sad and not be able to spend time especially special times together.

“oh, okay sure” you said while tears pooling in your eyes trying not to make Aron notice. You tried to find an excuse to end the call “then we’ll talk later i gotta go mom’s looking for me.”

“bye carina” you ended the call without hearing him saying bye but you didn’t want him to understand you’re crying and sad because you support his work and you didn’t want him to think you’re a baby (WHICH HE DOESNT I PROMISE). You sat on your bed cried for hours eating ice cream, hugging your dog and watching romcom movies with your sister. (A/N. typical lol)

Meanwhile in the Elite set:

After the call, Aron was actually very unhappy. Miguel and Omar tried to cheer him up. Their work was only waste of time because they know you’re the only person that could make him happy.

You met the elite cast in the first month you started dating Aron which right now it's been 6 months since you've started dating. Everyone loved you and very happy that their friend Aron is dating such a wonderful lady.

"I have an idea. Let's go all together. Aron call her Y/N's sister immediately we have a surprise to do!" Danna chirped.

"But how are we gonna go all together?" Aron asked still sad, in the verge of crying.

“Also The director said we can’t go.” said Claudia with a sad expression.

“I’ll go talk to him we can all have a day off can’t we?” Omar tried to cheer everyone up. He is one of the most cheerful person in the cast which this was the one of the reasons why you loved Omar. After the idea popping up, Itzan and Omar went to talk with the director.

10 minutes passed Aron was still stressing out and feeling unbelievably sad (a/n: this baby cares about you so much ahh sdfhsh <33). Danna and Ester being completely positive they tried to plan the surprise.

After 30 minutes Itzan and Omar came back with good news. They explained that they can have the day off but they begged the director so bad that the director was going to explode.

“That cabron was being so rude! But he’s nice that he accepted so let’s go!” said Omar.

“Madre Mia, Aron you owe us a favor!” claimed Itzan laughing while watching Aron jumping in his seat.

The cast was extremely happy.

The car ride was so fun but weird at the same time. Maria and Jaime couldn’t come but they promised to celebrate it later. Jorge and Miguel partying in the background. Itzan and Aron chatting about rap. Omar and Alvaro sleeping. Last but not least all the girls were sitting together planning everything.

“Aron, what are the things she like? Like what’s her favorite movie?” Ester asked curiously so she can get an idea and brainstorm about the surprise.Aron answered with a low husky voice “She likes dogs, music, and her favorite movie is 10 Things I Hate About You. Mi amor loves oldies.” he smiled while thinking of what you like. He likes every single one of you. I guess this is called love. But are you also in love with him? Are you guys ready to tell that you guys love each other? Rejection. Fear. Concern. Little did he know that you felt the same.“oohh but 10 Things I-” Maria was interrupted by Aron.

“Ay dios mio! I have the perfect idea!” Aron said excitedly. He explained his dearest friends.

They called Maya and Leo to make the surprise possible. They were too happy and they told Aron that you were so sad he immediately felt like an evil and stopped talking. But the plan made him felt better.

It was going to be perfect.

Anyways after 8 hours of the car ride. Everyone was tired. They went on the ride at the night and now it was morning.

Aron was coming.

For his love

The girl he loved.

For you.

The Birthday Day

“WAKEY WAKEY Y/N IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Your sister Maya and brother Leo shouted. They were so excited for the surprise.

The party was going to be in the house so Maya had to take you out of the house until night.

(A/N: Just a side note sorry for interrupting but your parents are not gonna be in the party!)

You grumbled and mumbled a few curse words under your mouth and woke up.

“Today we’re gonna shop, go meet Y/B/F/N and go to the movies!! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Maya said excitedly.

You smiled at your sister and grateful that she wants you to be happy. You tried to forget Aron for that day and have a nice time.

After eating breakfast you went out. Your phone was blowing with birthday messages and some dm’s from instagram about Aron’s arrival to the hometown by fans but Maya immediately caught the phone while she sent you to get something.

The day went great, you went to see Avengers Endgame which is one of your favorite movies, you went to shopping, bought a sunglasses, ate junk food, done silly stuff. But Aron was nowhere to be found for you. There was no message or calls which made you feel so bad inside.

On the other hand, the house was crazy, people trying to cook, plan, decorate the house... It was already a mess.

After the effort that almost 25 people given has done and it was the time that you were going to be taken back home by Maya.

“Y/N it was a great day. happy birthday te quiero mucho. Now go to house I’ll be back i’ll park the car ” she hugged you in the car, then you went out. While you were trying to open the door you heard a similar melody.

“You’re just to good to be true,”

“Can't take my eyes off of you“

“You’ll be like heaven to touch,”

“I wanna hold you so much”

“As long as love as arrived”

“And i thank god I’m alive”

“You’re just too good to be true,

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You saw Aron walking to you singing. You ran into him and kiss him so passionately. You were almost crying. Also he knew your favorite movie and always wanted to be surprised like this.

“You’re here Aron! You’re here and you’re singing like Pat did to Kat.”

“Would never miss it, mi cabron!”

Then you heard a crowd shouting and singing happy birthday for you. You see the elite cast running for you. You hug every single of them and thank for their effort to come there.

You were so grateful to have such friends, family and a boyfriend like that.

It was too good to be true.

Song Credits: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Valli

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alilpunkrock · 4 years

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Home for the holidays

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

Not requested

A/n: wow I am hella late for a Christmas fic but honestly, who cares? I’m definitely making a part 2 with smut so don’t you worry. I hope you enjoy!! This is my last fic of 2019. Happy New Years! 🖤

Tag list: @chriscrosscerulli @myanaconda-will-consider1t @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69 @whyisgmora

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“Ryan, please! I need you to do this for me!” I pleaded. He was standing on the other side of the counter with his arms crossed.

“Why? You can easily go out and find an actual boyfriend, why do I have to be your fake one?” He asked. I sighed in frustration.

“Because I don’t want an actual boyfriend! I just need you to pretend so my mom will get off my back! I swear her and my aunt think I’m going to die a spinster.” I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands. There was silence for a moment before Ryan sighed.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But,” Ryan started, my head shot up. “You have to clean my apartment, spotless. And cook me dinner for a whole week.” Ryan listed his conditions.

I squealed in excitement and relief.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I ran around the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, jumping up and down. “Seriously, I’ll literally do whatever you want! Okay! I got to go, I’ll be over tomorrow to let you know what’s going to happen.” I put my sweatshirt on and grabbed my keys and purse running out the door.

Ryan shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.

The next day I arrived at Ryan’s apartment earlier than I knew he’d appreciate. He opened the door at 9am in his underwear and a t shirt.

“Why so early?” He asked, moving to the side and letting me in. Snow covered the ground outside and Ryan shivered at the thought of being outside right now.

“Sorry, I forgot you like to sleep till the evening.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to put pants on, please make a pot of coffee.” He said walking down the hallway to his room. I took my shoes off by the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I started Ryan’s Keurig, pulling two coffee mugs from the cupboard above my head. Ryan came back in wearing sweats and a sweatshirt.

He looked cozy. And warm. And like you wanted to cuddle him.

Wait, what? No. Fake boyfriend. Remember Y/N?

I cleared your throat and put Ryan’s cup under the spout to pour the coffee, mine next. I turned and handed Ryan his cup.

“Creamer?” I asked walking to his fridge. He shook his head and took a drink of the black coffee in his cup. I grabbed the vanilla creamer for mine.

“So, what’s happening?” Ryan asked, clearly in a better mood after a few drinks of coffee. I took a drink of my own.

“Well, in order to miss the crazy holiday rush, my mom bought us tickets to fly out next Friday. We’ll get there Friday night and will be there till the 30th. I told her it’s a little long, but if you need to fly back before then that’s totally fine.” I explained. He nodded.

“The 30th should be fine. The guys and I don’t start tour until a few weeks into January.” He agreed. I nodded and it got quiet.

“I really can’t thank you enough Ry. You’re seriously the best person ever.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“What are friends for. Are you doing anything else today?” Ryan asked me.

“Hmm no, it’s Sunday so I’m off of work. I have an early day tomorrow so I was going to stop by the store after I got off work. Why?” I asked sipping from my cup.

“Because I’m not doing anything either and there’s a stack of Christmas movies next to my tv that, now, need to be watched before next week. And, since you said you’d do whatever I wanted, you’re stuck watching them with me.” I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Ugh if you’re forcing me.”

We walked in to the living room, I immediately sat on the couch, pulling my legs underneath me. Ryan was picking through movies trying to find one to watch. I admired Ryan a lot. He’s very talented at everything he does. When he gets passionate about something he gives it his all. He’s taught me a lot about myself over the 6 years I’ve known him. He’s seen me through terrible break ups, he’s taken care of me through some of the worst sicknesses I’ve ever had. He’s a genuinely good guy. The girl who ends up with him better know how lucky she is.

“Y/N?” Ryan’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh?” He smirked.

“See something you like?” He asked making me roll my eyes.

“You wish, what do you want?”

“Elf?” He asked putting it in the DVD player. I nodded.

We settled on the couch for the rest of the night watching movies.

—————

By the end of the week, Ryan and I were packed for the next couple weeks. I had to remind Ryan not to pack all his Blackcraft shirts and give my grandma a heart attack.

“Okay so do you remember what I told you about our backstory?” I asked in the car in the way to the airport.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s the same as always we’re just a couple now. I’m a great actor I promise we can sell it. Now, what should we avoid doing to make sure it’s not awkward when we get home?” He asked me. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Kissing maybe, like cheeks are fine, forehead yes, but avoid lips. That’s too intimate.” I said. “We might be sharing a room too, so if you’d like I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. We’ve shared a twin sized bed before, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Ryan assured me.

The flight to my home town felt like it was over too soon. I huffed when I saw the seatbelt light come on.

“You okay?” Ryan asked. “You’re not backing out now are you?” I shook my head.

“I just dread coming home every year. My family always has something to say about how I live my life. Not to mention how guilty my mom makes me feel about moving so far away.” I word vomited before I could stop myself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to lay that on you.” I sighed.

“Hey,” Ryan grabbed my hand. “You got me this time. I will rant and rave about you the whole time if I have to if that’s what it takes to get your family off your back.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His eyes were wide when I pulled back.

“Just practicing.”

—————

“Y/N!!” I heard my name being called across the airport.

“Oh god, they’re all here.” I said looking up at Ryan. He chuckled and grabbed my hand his back pack on his back and duffle in the other. I had my rolling suitcase and small duffle sitting on top in my free hand.

“Oh you’re so skinny! Do you ever eat?” My mom all but yelled in my ear as she hugged me. Her, my two aunts, my sister and my cousin were gathered around Ryan and I.

“Hello to you too mom.” I said hugging her back. She pulled away and looked at Ryan.

“Hello! You must be Ryan! Y/N talks about you all the time!” She hugged him.

“Mom!” My face burned up. Ryan chuckled and hugged my mom.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

“Well we got a full house of people who are dying to see you!”

The drive to my childhood home was almost the same as torture. Everyone was bombarding Ryan with questions and, bless his heart, he answered them all in stride. Arriving at my moms house, Ryan and I were again attacked by more family. After the over all introductions, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch in the family room with everyone else, my legs across his lap and his thumb drawing shapes on my knee.

“So, when did you and Ryan happen?” My sister asked. All attention turned to Ryan and I.

“Uh-“ I started. “I asked Y/N out a couple months ago. We’ve been friends forever and I just decided to go for it.” Ryan took over. Everyone seemed to buy it. I smiled and nodded.

“Well you’re certainly adorable! I can’t wait for grand babies!” My mother clapped.

“Oh my god mom! That’s not even on the table!” I exclaimed. Ryan laughed beside me. He honestly has the best laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/n. Cmon, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” Ryan said to me after he had to shake me awake.

We were still in the living room, tv playing a Christmas movie and the tree was lit up. No one else was down here though. I removed my legs from where they were still on his lap and rubbed my eyes. The clock next to the tv said it was after midnight. Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote turning everything off, I followed behind his half asleep.

“Lead the way,” Ryan motioned for me to walk up the stairs first. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall down the stairs, zombie.”

My room was the last door down the hall as soon as you got to the stairs, as soon as we got outside I stopped.

“Look, I don’t really remember how I left this room when I moved to Pennsylvania, so don’t make fun of me for the rest of my life if there’s anything embarrassing I here.” I warned Ryan. He smiled sweetly at me

“Sweetheart, I’m going to make fun of you for the rest of your life no matter what.” My face fell as I turned and opened the door.

I honestly didn’t remember how I left it. As I looked around I was instantly transported to high school. I left home at 18 and haven’t been home in four years. All my band posters were still up on the wall and pictures of old friends still taped to my mirror. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion that came over me. I turned and saw Ryan looking around as well, he seemed to be focused on something specific though.

“You were a fan before we met?” Ryan asked. I walked over to were he was at and saw a small tour poster from them Motionless in White first started out. Oh.

“Uh yeah, I saw a few shows when you guys were in town a long time ago.” I said awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were standing. I moved to sit on my bed, taking my hair down from the bun I had it in.

“Because it’d be weird. After I met Bryce and Jaime and then became friends with you guys and the crew I didn’t want to be that weird fan that became a friend.” I shrugged. He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I have something to tell the guys when we go back home.” I rolled my eyes and got the bed ready.

Ryan moved around the other side and looked between the bed and the floor.

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like?” He offered.

“Don’t worry about it just get in bed and sleep. I’m exhausted.” I yawned and laid down in bed.

“Okay.”

We laid in silence for a few minutes before I rolled over and spoke.

“Thank you for helping me. I feel bad for lying to my family though.” He rolled over and faced me.

“Hey, it’ll all be fine. I promise I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He made me laugh.

“Well if it’s any consolation, so far you’re better than actual boyfriends I’ve had.”

“Good night.” He chuckled.

“Night.” I said rolling over to my other side.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. There was noise downstairs which led be to believe Ryan was probably part of that. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up and slowly got out of bed. When I got downstairs the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose. In the kitchen, my mom was making coffee for everyone and Ryan was making bacon while my dad was flipping pancakes. Without thinking, I walked over to Ryan at the stove.

“Morning sunshine!” Ryan said leaning down and kissing the top of my head.

“Morning,” I mumbled. “Smells good.”

“Good morning sweetheart!” My mom said cheerfully. “How’d you two sleep?” She asked.

“Uh, fine?” I said confused. She smirked at me a little. Did my mom think Ryan and I had sex in my childhood bedroom? Gross! Well, not gross because just look at him but still, no! But then again my mom doesn’t know we’re not actually together so... moving on.

“So are you guys not big on PDA?” My sister asked as I sat down next to Ryan at the table.

“What do you mean?” I asked grabbing a piece of toast from the plate.

“Well, none of us have seen you kiss, or do anything remotely couply the whole time you’ve been here.” She was starting to get suspicious.

“Um,” I looked at Ryan asking him to save me and instead of saying anything he leaned in and kissed my cheek, like half a millimeter away from my lips. That’s the first time we’ve ever kissed.

“I just didn’t want to be disrespectful in your mothers home.” Ryan came back. I smiled and tried to hide my shock from everyone around the table.

“Well that’s very sweet Ryan, but it’s the holidays and that means mistletoe!” My mom squealed before dangling the plant above Ryan and I’s heads.

I froze in my place making eye contact with the hazel eyes in front of me. The look Ryan gave me was almost asking for permission, I gave him a silent okay before I saw him lean in slowly. Holy shit this is happening. I braced myself, closing my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I closed the gap, feeling Ryan’s hand rest on my cheek. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. All I know is I heard my sister clear her throat and Ryan and pulled away. I made brief eye contact with everyone at the table, my face turning bright red.

Well, that was awkward. Looking at Ryan out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blushing as well and avoiding looking at my mom. Thank god my dad wasn’t here right now.

“Well, you two certainly like each other.” My mom smirked taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Excuse me.” I saw pushing away from the table and leaving the dining room. I ran back up the stairs to my room and decided to get dressed.

“Y/n are you-.” I was only in jeans and a bra when Ryan opened the door. I jumped and grabbed my sweater, quickly putting it on. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t.” Ryan stuttered.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” I asked slightly irritated that he followed me.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. That kiss wasn’t too much was it?” He asked, concerned.

It wasn’t enough.

“Um, no not too much. They bought it.” I forced a chuckle.

“Yeah they definitely bought it.” He scratched the back of his head.

God, I wanna do it again.

“Ya know, we should maybe practice for next time. Maybe it won’t seem so awkward.” He suggested. I froze.

What?

“What?”

“Yeah, why not? Ya know.” Silence.

“Uh, practicing might help.” I said, playing with the hem of my sweater.

Ryan smiled and walked closer to me; making me look up at him because of the height difference. His hands found home on my waist as they squeezed my hips pulling me against his body. My eyes were closed before I even felt his lips on mine, but as soon as we connected, it was like we needed each other’s lips to survive. His tongue glided along my lower lip until I granted him entrance, he dominated the kiss quite easily. My hand found themselves threading into his longer that usual hair and tugging slightly. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. Was I going to let him take it this far? I might honestly. Just as I was about to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hips flush to mine, a knock at my door startled us.

“Y/n, Ryan, we’re heading out to the square to watch the Christmas parade. Mom wants you to join!” My sister yelled.

I looked at Ryan, biting my lip. “Okay! We’ll be there in a second.” I yelled back.

“Damn it.” Ryan huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. I pat the top of his telling him to get up.

I walked over to my mirror to readjust my self before turning to Ryan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, following him downstairs.

God, I’m so screwed.

#miw imagines #ryan sitkowski fic #ryan sitkowski x reader #ryan sitkowski #motionless in white imagines #motionless in white #ryan sitkowski imagine

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madamslayyy · 5 years

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Cake prt. 3 (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

A/N: Whats up! Back with another weekly update!! Sorry I know I was supposed to post this yesterday but I really had to edit so it’s a day late. If you haven’t read Part 1 or 2 please catch up on the entire Dadvante! Series via my Masterlist

Disclaimer: Yeah I actually don’t know anything about Trevante Rhodes, his mother, or if he even has siblings. This is all fictionalized and no actual research about this man or his family was done prior to writing this.

Trevante:

Malik:

Diane (Malik’s Girlfriend):

Jaime (Trevante’s Brother):

Mama Leigh (Trevante’s Mother):

~*~

“You two spoil him.”

“Okay.”

“It’s too much responsibility for him.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“Yes, he is a good kid but this is too much.”

“Not too much for us. Financially it wouldn’t put us in a bad place so why would we ever limit our kid?”

“To keep him safe! What if he got in a car reck!?”

“He could get in one of those in the car with me. Or Tre. At least this way he’ll have his independence.”

“What if-

“Look, mom, I didn’t call to talk about his gift, I came to tell you that his birthday dinner is going to be this Tuesday and we’ve already picked a restaurant and a time.” You had been on the phone with your mother for only 10 minutes and she had already gotten on your nerves to no end.

“Oh you booked a restaurant? He’s having a party?” She asked.

“No it’s just a family dinner plus his girlfriend and that way he can have all the fun he wants with his friends when the weekend hits.” You said waving to your husband who just entered the house.

“Okay okay, me and your father will be there.” She said and you sighed in relief. Why did everything have to be pulling teeth with her?

“Thanks mom, Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.” You hung up and rubbed your eyes. Well at least that was over.

“They set for Tuesday?” Tre said coming out of the kitchen chomping on celery.

“Yeah, your folks?” You said getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hang on him.

“Yep, called them yesterday.”

“Great,” you said closing your eyes.

“You think we’re doing too much getting him a car?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Baby, we got him the safest car out there. And it’s electric so we’re saving the environment too. A lot of planning went into it, dont over think it right before the finish line.” He laughed and you immediately felt your mind go at ease. He always knew how to calm you down when you felt yourself getting worked up.

“Do 16 year old boys even like to drive Hydroelectric cars?’” you asked, cocking your head back to look at your man.

“It’s a brand new model fresh off the lot, he better love to drive it,” Tre chuckled. You leaned up to kiss him but could only reach his colorbone due to your height. He lifted you up, allowing you full access to his lips and neck. Right as you began gnawing at his jugular, the two of you paused at the sound of a growl coming from below. You both looked down to see Malik’s pit bull, Cujo, growling on the floor, warning Tre to put you down. He obliged and you bent over to gather the midsized pooch in your arms. He seemed to purr the second you picked him up and held him in your arms, his tail flailing back and forth with joy.

“Can’t believe he likes you best after you were the one against getting him.” Tre scoffed.

“He can recognize the leader of the pack, can’t he? Yes he can,” you cooed, cuddling the dog like a newborn baby even though Cujo was way past his puppy days.

~*~

Tuesday was here and you were exhausted. You’d been hearing it about one thing or another by your mother and Tre’s Mother since you got here. Tre’s little brother kept flirting with the waitress’ and you were about to kick him out. Malik and his girlfriend seemed to be enjoying themselves, feeding each other off their plates while the while Malik’s other friends teased them. Meanwhile your combined families seemed to find one thing or another to fuss about all throughout the evening.

“I’m just saying I don’t entirely agree with allowing him to go off so far for school. I know college is still two years away but he’s an only child.” Mama Leigh, Tre’s mother, said.

“He’ll be fine. We sent this one off the second she got that acceptance letter and she turned out just fine.” Your daddy said gesturing to you.

“Well not every case is the same, besides she-“

“Time for cake!” You said ending the conversation. The last thing you wanted was your parents and Tre’s getting into it. It seemed there was only one thing they could ever agree on and it was that they wanted more grand babies. You were not about to have that discussion again and was ready to just get the night over with. Plus, the sooner you served the cake meant the sooner you could get to presents.

One Birthday song, followed of course by the infamous Stevie Wonder version, later and it was finally time for gifts. You let Malik’s girlfriend give him her gift first, followed by Jaime, Tre’s mother, you and Tre’s more mundane gifts (sneakers, video games, etc.) when finally the only thing left was the grand finale.

“Alright is that everyone? Great! So Malik, me and your father have been doing a lot of thinking an-“

“Wait where is Dad? And Grandpa?” Malik asked and the room went silent. You knew where Tre was: pulling the car around and slapping the biggest bow on the hood imaginable, per your request of course.

“He’ll be back in a minute. As I was saying, we-“

“Um, Y/N-“ Tre said rushing back inside.

“One second-“

“This really can’t wait, we have a problem.”

“With the, um, thing?” You said trying to be discreet. You did have the entire room’s eyes on you.

“Um, yeah, you might wanna step outside real quick.” You could tell by the look on Tre’s face it was something bad. Real bad.

“Why don’t we all step outside!” Your mother said cheerfully.

“NO!” You and Tre said in unison.

“Watch your tone, you two. We’re going outside, that’s final. Come, Malik,” she said rising from her seat. Malik hopped up excitedly, the rest of the party getting up as well following him.

“Who’s in charge here?” You asked exasperated. You rushed out with your husband and your jaw immediately dropped to the floor.

Parked right next to you and Trevante’s gift to Malik was a brand new cherry red Dodge Charger complete with a fresh set of rims and neon lights illuminating the underside of the vehicle and the interior.

“What the-“

“Happy Birthday Malik!” Your parents chimed in unison tossing him the keys. Malik was having an absolute fit of excitement bouncing up and down while hugging his grandparents. He then ran over and hopped in the car, immediately revving the engine.

“B-But But we-“ you were in a complete state of shock as Trevante rubbed your lower back, trying to calm you down.

“I know, baby” Tre grumbled, kissing the said of your forehead.

“They stole our thunder,” you whined.

“Yep,”

“I didn’t even get to say my speech,” you said in a watery voice, the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“Hey hey hey, it’s still the little man’s birthday, no tears where he can see em. You wanna go inside?” Tre asked cupping your face.

“No, no. I’ll be okay.” You composed yourself, while Tre rubbed your arms, effectively calming you down but you couldn’t deny you were hurt. Your mother knew you were getting him a car and she’d turned around and done this anyway. It was probably why she’d been so adamant about talking you out of it in the first place.

“Aye what’s this other car here with the bow?” One of Malik friends asked.

“Ughhh....?” Malik looked over to where you and Tre were standing.

“Suprise....” you said dully.

“It’s for me?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah, we see we weren’t the only ones with this gift idea,” Tre chuckled, tossing him the keys.

“Damn, Lik, yo folks got you two whips?! And both them bitches brand new? Oh y’all got MONEY money!” One of his friends exclaimed, clamping him on the shoulder.

“Forreal,” Diane smirked.

“I don’t know what to say....” Malik said looking at the keys.

“You don’t have to say anything, go take it for a spin,” Trevante winked and you elbowed his side.

“He doesn’t have his license yet,”

“He can go get it tomorrow, c’mon baby let him have some fun,” Tre smiled showing you all them pretty ass teeth and you knew you couldn’t say no.

~*~

Later on that night at home, you and Trevante were sipping wine in the kitchen while Malik was putting away the rest of his gifts that could actually fit inside the house. Tre was seated across from you, giving you a foot massage that was out of this world while you downed your second glass that night.

“You really think he enjoyed today?” You asked for what had to be the third time since the dinner party ended.

“Lil man had a blast. You saw him earlier, he couldn’t stop smiling the whole rest of the night,” Tre was right, of course, but you always needed the extra reassurance.

“I’m gonna kill my mother next time I see her,” you said mundanely. Just because you were happy your son enjoyed his birthday did not mean she was off the hook.

“Y/N...”

“Okay okay I’ll settle for never talking her again,” you took another swig of wine.

“Mom... Dad...,” Malik came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. You could tell by his pajamas and sleepy expression he was ready for bed. He was even wearing his new Yeezy’s Trevante had just gifted him, having already vowed earlier he was never gonna take them off.

“Lik Lik...” you reached for your son and he came and sat in your lap like when he was a little kid, only this time he was much heavier. Your feet were still sprawled across Trevante’s thighs so they were really the ones supporting this whole arrangement. He was strong enough to take it though. Hell he was strong enough to pick you, Malik and Cujo up if he wanted to.

“I came down to tell you guys thank you for the car, and my birthday in general,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Sometimes you didn’t know who was the bigger baby, him or Cujo.

“Your welcome. After all you only turn 16 once.” You smiled. “But you know you’re not keeping both those cars right?”

“Grandpa said legally you couldn’t make me choose,” Malik said, already half asleep.

“Whose the lawyer, me or Grandpa? Plus legally speaking, until your license is acquired and you’re insured, you’d be driving any vehicle unlawfully.” Your words fell on deaf ears as Malik was already fast asleep.

“Seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital,” Trevante said, looking at the two of you with nostalgia in his eyes.

“He’s growing like a weed,” you smiled and ruffled his hair. “A weed that’s getting pretty heavy, can you take him? And please remove those ridiculous shoes when you put him down.”

Trevante chuckled as he took his sleeping son from you and began carrying him to his room before stopping and turning at the base of the stairs.

“Aye, meet me in bed in five minutes.”

“What for?” You asked, stretching.

“You been working hard coordinating all this, thought I might show a little gratitude. Love on my baby,” he winked, heading back upstairs.

You had to pick your jaw up off the floor for the second time tonight. You poured yourself another glass of wine, knowing it was about to go straight to your nether regions which were already buzzing with excitement. You knew it was about to be a long night, because when Trevante was feeling a special type of grateful, he could eat it for hours. You found yourself humming as you strolled up the stair grinning ear from ear.

~*~

A/N: sorry I had planned on dropping this weeks ago but life kept getting in the way. Hope y’all enjoyed this and let me know what y’all think!

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madefate-a · 5 years

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i will show you something different from your shadow.

a few moments, over a lifetime.

o1. she sits alone on a chair outside the office. Dad’s voice is muffled but she doesn’t need to know what he’s saying to the principal to understand the point of it all. her hands still throb, and little shadowy constellations of bruises are blooming across over over-small knuckles. she pointedly and determinedly watches her hands when the door opens and Dad comes out and tells her let’s go home. she watches them instead of looking up at the principal, instead of looking at dad in the car, instead of saying a word. dad doesn’t say anything either.

not until they’re back home and he stops in the living room. he could yell at her. he should yell at her. that would be okay -- she just hit someone. again. but then he turns to her and lowers himself to one knee and takes both of her small hands into both of his large ones.

please, Cami, he says. you can’t do this.

it’s so soft and so tired and in that moment she wishes with her whole, whole body that Mom was there to hug him. but she’s not and all Cami can do is give into the burning in the back of her throat. ( her willpower is strong, but she is still only six. ) she cries and it’s so scary and so confusing when she says,

I don’t know how.

o2. but you hate heights, Jaime says.

Cami doesn’t look up from her textbook. it’s not all about heights, she tells him.

literally it’s a school for going to space.

and who do you think gets people into space?

so you’re saying that if they told you to go to space, you’d just say no? and that’d be cool?

he’s starting to sound a little too smug. so Cami reaches over for a piece of her scrap paper, crumples it into a ball, and hits him square in the head without looking up from the page is on. when he squawks, she lets her lips curl into a grin.

they’ll have to listen to me, she says, lighting up when she finally arrives at the answer and scribbles it down. I’ll be the best.

or you can tell them about the time you climbed a tree and got stuck and cried, Jaime says, nursing his forehead.

o3. she hates it. everyone is so stiff and the jacket is so itchy and it’s all yessir, nosir, and she has to learn so much about flying even though she’s never going to really actually fly. every group drill is derailed when she loses altitude and freezes the simulation. one night she slams the door of her dormitory closed, grabs all the covers off her bed, and drags them into her closet. she shuts that door too, fumbles for a moment with her phone until it casts a shaky, strangely piercing light all over her face.

her thumb hovers over Jaime’s name but then she stops and thinks about what it would take to form the words. to say I can’t do this, to say everything sucks, to say I’m failing. Jaime is her friend -- Jaime won’t be mean. she knows this. but the words get stuck in the back of her throat like so much bile and she winds up throwing the phone onto the floor and burying her face in the blankets in her lap and pretending that because it muffles the sound, she’s not really crying.

o4. love, love, love, it’s love. spring is in the air, and it’s brought love. spring might be the death of her. Cami needs to watch the engine but how can she watch the engine when Moira is right there ? with her soft voice and her soft hair and the way she’s so quiet but so steady behind the wheel ? so much better than Cami ever accomplished even after she got herself together and passed her first semester. what a cosmic joke, to make Moira so pretty and nice and then confine Cami in an eight by eight fake cockpit with her.

but when Moira gives the order to fix the wiring, Cami does it. hormones are not going be the reason she’s not the best, thanks. they will, though, cause her to walk right into the door on the way out and play it off like she’d meant to do that -- ha, a paragon of physical comedy.

honestly, the endless void of space is less terrifying than this.

o5. they walk together like they’d been practicing it, even though it’s only been a few runs together, barely a few weeks. even though Iverson levels a look at them that holds the lecture he can’t rattle off when their scores are just that good. and it could sit under her skin, because she knows that it wasn’t just her that’s put them leagues in front of the rest of the class. she knows that in this case, she isn’t the best.

wow, Flyboy, she says, pressing her elbow against Shiro’s side as they make their way to the commissary. the grin at her lips is nothing more than the subtlest pulling to the side and the motion, perhaps, is a little sharper than it could be. I’ve never seen Iverson speechless before.

is that really the name you’re going with? the lilting whine in his voice almost startles a laugh out of her.

you can veto it, she replies diplomatically, but only once.

don’t do it, Lucas says from her other side, voice dry. good, Cami thinks. no matter how short a time it’s been, she’s never known Shiro to back down from a challenge.

and he doesn’t disappoint. veto, he says. Cami smiles, and watches the nerves flicker across his expression.

ok, Big Guy, she fires off. then laughs properly at the strangled sound Shiro makes. but he keeps pace with her all the way to the commissary and sits next to her and gesticulates enthusiastically when he talks. and he does the same every time he sees her -- the both of them do.

later, when she elbows him in the side, it’s gentle.

o6. the first time she sees Adam sitting with them at lunch, Cami spends most of the break watching him. she’s not nearly as stupid as the big guy seems to be -- there is nothing more painfully obvious than the infatuation in his gaze and his voice as he spends most of the hour filling every silence with stories, ideas, questions. anything, she supposes, to make things less -- awkward. or maybe he’s simply caught in the tide of his feelings. maybe he can’t see how stiff everyone is, now that their balance ( the balance the three of them have, easy as breathing, something she knows how to work with ) has been thrown off.

maybe he doesn’t see the way Adam looks wary and not nearly as fun, talented, awesome as Shiro has been describing him the past few weeks.

at one point, Adam makes some comment about the homework Cami has in front of her and she can’t help it. when she snorts she feels Lucas sigh next to her and sees Shiro glance at her with wide eyes.

oh please, she says, like I’d trust anyone else’s math.

--- then Adam snorts, too, and he says, you might change your mind when the numbers start disappearing.

she’s rising to the challenge before she notices the glint in his gaze, I never change my mind. I’m always right.

but then she recognizes it, the way his lips pull up a little at the side, when her own do the same.

o7. they don’t talk about it, but they come close. the three of them ( somewhere along the way they must have recalibrated for Adam -- the balance feels wrong, now, when it is only them ) curled up on the couch as they watch mindless television until dawn breaks. Shiro only ever says one thing, and even though she wants to cry at the doubt and the hurt she hears in his voice -- unmasked in a way she is unfamiliar with -- all she does is place her hand on the side of his face until he falls asleep. they don’t say anything more.

o8. she wants to be mad at him, but she never stands a chance. it only takes a single strike for her words to find a crack that she then watches spiderweb over Adam’s expression -- hurt and angry and frustrated, and that’s all it is. all it is is her friend in pain so she sits beside him -- a little bit of silence, a little bit of broken off conversation, a few impasses that they can’t clear because feelings are hard, dreams are hard, wanting is hard. everything is hard. she covers his hand with hers, and hopes that hers is warm enough.

months later they get the news and she’s numb enough that she doesn’t feel her tears. she only sees him that evening, and his voice is cracked all the way through when he tells her, I guess the universe doesn’t care what I want.

I’m sorry, Ace. she throws her arms around his neck. whether it’s for his sake or her own she can’t say. and even though she doesn’t regret any of the advice she’d ever given him, she says it again. I’m so sorry.

months after that, she shows up at his door at six hundred hours, red faced and crying and tells him that Keith slipped away again but he came back. what she doesn’t say is that it’s so confusing -- the elation of seeing him, the stabbing of her own failure to keep track of him slicing right through her gut. wrongs and rights and so much grief and relief she’s dizzy with it. but she doesn’t need to say it -- whether or not he understands, he lets her hang onto him.

o9. these fucking purple aliens are not going to be the death of her, thanks. they should have given up this particular tunnel system ages ago, she knows that. but neither she nor Reiner could bring themselves to agree -- not when they’d manage to pick up more people from this nearby camp than they had at any other. they can’t -- they can’t do nothing when they’re already doing something.

Reiner sees it first, and everything happens all at once. it’s: his arms around her, picking her up to throw her as far as he can across this length of the tunnel. it’s: the sound, first, that doesn’t actually sound like anything until it roars and rips through her bones and digs claws into her heart. it’s: then the fury, heat that chokes her, fire that sinks its fangs into her thigh and laces up and down her calf, her hip, like so much lightning. it’s: she’s slick with something, with blood probably, but for a delirious moment she imagines holding the sun in her hands like burning, liquid gold.

it’s: the smell of burning flesh and she knows, instantly, even as her ears ring what happens to a body that falls on a landmine. and she knows, instantly, that the choice is to go back for his remains or run.

something is embedded in her thigh and she is crawling more than anything, but she goes. with her heart in her throat, with ash in her mouth, with blood on her hands. deeper into the warren of offshoots, blindly searching out the turns, consumed with a pulse that seeps into her bones, her marrow, the soft flesh of her lips, go, go, go.

go, go, go, she tells the rest of the group when she gets there. I can’t -- I can’t walk. you need to go.

no, Angelique says, taking her by the arm. all of us. that’s the point.

they’re going to be coming! you need to run!

no.

please, Cami says. she doesn’t feel her tears. you won’t make it with me, just go.

let’s try.

in the end, none of them are doctors. they are whoever the fuck they are -- some ragtag crew running from purple aliens in a war they never signed up to fight in. they pull the -- whatever the shrapnel’s made of out of her thigh and they try to cauterize it, but it’s just one more burn on top of another on top of another. still, though, when they leave, they leave together.

and they make it to the end.

1o. what’s injured, she asks him, brokering no argument. but Shiro is Shiro, so he tries.

Cami, I’m fine.

I didn’t ask that.

he sighs, but his lips are set softly. chest and shoulder.

head’s good?

head’s good.

so she pulls him to bend down and knocks the flat of her palm against against the back of his skull. it’s harder than a gentle swipe, but he huffs a laugh. and then she throws her arm around his neck.

no note, cadets gone, she says roughly, and they both sort-of laugh.

I know, he says.

fuck, Big Guy, she says.

I know.

with Keith she is gentler, pressing his face between her hands, mourning how much taller he’s gotten. the biting, guilty, mourning voice of failure that has howled in the back of her mind for years quiets.

when she sees Adam, she marches over to him with no warning and no fanfare and wraps her arms around him.

god, Ace, she says, that was fuckin’ crazy.

in the days and weeks that come she sets up shop in one of the offices and throws herself into the refugee efforts, scanning through lists and lists and lists of the missing, trying to reunite any family members that the Garrison has registered. it is one drop in the midst of a vast and stormy ocean.

but she knows how to do it, one step at a time.

#( camila. )#( camila hc. )#( writing. )#death cw #injury cw #can yallmst believe ............#i did it .....

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ficdirectory · 6 years

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Disuphere Universe miniseries: The Early Years: Dominique

Jaimie Carter first saw Michael Williams in first grade. Mrs. Samsel’s class. 1977.

She was outgoing, precocious, fun. He was shy and quiet. Could barely get his name out of him when the teacher took roll call in the morning. Looked fit to pass out when he was picked to be leader for the day, while Jaimie said her daily “Here!” with gusto. Pride. While Jaimie led the Pledge of Allegiance, never needing to be told her right hand from her left.

Michael never did either. He always knew.

They didn’t really talk. Boys and cooties. (Cooties were real, 6-year-old Jaimie was positive.) But when she tripped over her shoelaces and fell on the playground, and all the other kids laughed and pointed? It was Michael who came and tied her shoe for her - double-knotting it like a pro.

Then asking “You okay?” and offering her a hand up.

Jaimie told him yes, she was. But didn’t take his hand.

But she remembers one time. There was a spelling test, and Michael, definitely the best speller in first grade, had that fit to pass out look again. Sweating. Shaky. Breathing fast.

Before the test started, Jaimie nudged him, whispering:

“Y-O-U A-R-E S-M-A-R-T.”

Hoping none of the other kids could spell as fast or as well, and none would overhear. None did.

And Michael calmed down. And he aced that test.

Jaimie didn’t see Michael Williams again until high school.

So much had changed. She had changed.

But the best parts of Michael hadn’t. She remembered being surprised seeing him at his locker the first day of school - the one right beside hers.

“Hey. Remember me?” he asked quietly.

And for the first time in years, a genuine smile grew right there on Jaimie’s face.

“Of course,” she nodded. “Yeah, I remember you.”

They caught up between classes when they could. They didn’t have any together, but Jaimie wished they did. Like, really wished. She did have plenty of classes with Rozariah Miller, her best friend, since the fourth grade. She had a twin brother, Royal, and the three of them hung out. A lot.

The thing is, now, Jaimie was kinda wanting Michael to come hang out, too. But she wasn’t sure how Roz and Royal were about to take it.

“Oh, Michael Williams?” Royal asks, lighting up when Jaimie tests the waters. “He’s cool. He’s in my Honors English class. Knows every single answer. You want me to see if he wants to hang?”

By sophomore year, they’re dating, though Jaimie’s mom was firm on the idea that she not date til she was 16. Jaimie invited Michael over, so he and Mom could get to know each other a little bit. So Mom could feel more at ease around him.

“I don’t want y’all going anywhere just the two of y’all and gettin’ all hot and heavy…” Mom warned.

“No, ma’am.” Michael answers, before Jaimie can utter one embarrassed word.

“We were just gonna hang out with the Millers. You know, as friends…” Jaimie insists.

“As long as you kids stay together. No sneaking off. You hear?”

“Yes, ma’am. I hear you,” Jaimie nods. “Love you, Mama.”

“Love you, baby. Michael, you seem like a sweet child, but if I hear one word about you treating Jaimie wrong, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t,” Mama warns.

“Yes, ma’am,” Michael nods. “I mean, no, ma’am. I’d never treat her wrong, ma’am.”

Kids at school were mean. To Rozariah and Royal, especially when they started going out as a whole group - the two of them - Jaimie and Michael. Kids said the twins were dating each other. Jaimie and Michael knew it was ridiculous. Roz and Royal knew it, too, but their words still hurt.

They tried not to let it bother them as they’d go to the movies or for ice cream.

Before Jaimie knew it, it was the summer before senior year. She and Michael had been dating 15 months. Well, hanging out as a group, but still, it counted.

Michael had a way of paying attention to detail. Of getting Jaimie exactly what she would have gotten herself. He came into their aisle with a large bucket of popcorn, a Butterfinger and a Coke, all dropped off for her, as they settled in to check out this new Tom Hanks comedy, Big.

“How’d you know?” Jaimie asked, incredulous.

“I’m still pretty S-M-A-R-T…” Michael whispered in her ear.

Jaimie smirked, as he settled in between Royal and Roz, and Rozariah whispered in her ear.

“He knows what you like to eat!”

“Would you shut up?” Jaimie laughed. “I know he knows what I like to eat! We been dating each other more than a year. If he didn’t know by now I’d be a little concerned. Watch the movie…” But Jaimie’s heart still stuttered that extra beat thinking about how sweet it was. For Michael to pay such close attention like he did. That he cared so much about what made her happy. Even if it was a giant tub of popcorn, a giant candy bar and a Coke.

“Fine,” Rozariah settles back in her seat and they watch. All the while, Jaimie, tuned into Michael’s laugh.

At the end of the movie, they exit the theater, feeling that odd disappointment that it was time to face the real world again. Jaimie went to Roz’s car, and before she could even open the door, Michael was there.

“I got it. I got it.”

“Thanks. And thank you...for the snacks…” she said, their faces just inches from each other.

They both leaned in, instinct. Their lips touched. “Mmm, you taste like grape soda.”

“You taste like Butterfinger, popcorn, and every one of my dreams, Jaimie Carter.” He said, meaning every word.

Jaimie blushed and looked away.

“Okay, break it up, break it up,” Royal insisted comically butting between them. “Michael, let’s go.”

“I’m going,” Michael echoed but remained rooted to the spot, staring at Jaimie.

“You wanna stand here in the parking lot while Jaimie, Roz and I go back home? That’s cool,” Royal said easily, getting in his own car and revving the engine.

“See you back there,” Michael murmured.

“See you.” Jaimie whispered, her hand to her lips.

“You know, we dated for almost a decade?” Michael asked, alone in the dark of their first apartment.

“I do, in fact, know that,” Jaimie nodded, snuggled up to him in their too-small, perfect sized bed. “It’s about time we did this…”

“What? Got married?” Michael asked, leaning down to kiss her again.

“Mmm-hmm. So happy Roz and Royal could come,” Jaimie remarked.

“Jaim, I love me a little R & R, okay? But the two of them? Have been on every single date with us.”

Jaimie wrinkled her brow. “They have not. We didn’t even go to college together. It was you and me.”

“And you calling Rozariah every night after every single date.”

“Can I help it if she’s like my sister?” Jaimie scoffed. “You called Royal.”

“He’s my man,” Michael said, feigning hurt.

“We don’t have to make our marriage a twin-free zone, do we?” Jaimie asked. “I don’t wanna be one of those couples who has no friends outside of each other.”

“Nah, babe, I don’t want that either,” Michael agrees. “But we’re best friends?”

“Always.”

Two years later, in October, Jaimie goes into labor at home.

Thank God it’s a Saturday. Thank God Michael’s there. Because there is no way Jaimie would be able to do this alone.

Turns out, their baby waits for no one. Not even her Mama to get to the car. Jaimie stops as contractions seize her. And cannot move.

Michael calls 911 because he can see the head.

“Michael Williams, don’t you dare pass out on me,” Jaimie gasps in the midst of contractions.

“They’re saying don’t push,” he says, and it’s ludicrous, because Jaimie is not in control right now.

“She’s coming, Michael. I have to push!”

She’s out in three. Three pushes is all it takes to deliver their sweet baby, Dominique Nora Williams. 6:23 PM. In their living room. The ambulance arrives minutes later.

Dominique has a healthy cry. She looks big. (And weighs in later at a healthy eight pounds even.) She has dark hair and beautiful brown eyes, which she opens to stare right at Jaimie.

They go home again as a family two days later. The nursery she and Michael worked on together is perfect. Decorated with pale yellow, white and gray. Giraffes and elephants on the wallpaper border.

Jaimie doesn’t take naturally to being a parent. It’s hard. Breastfeeding hurts - they never tell you that! But Dom bites, especially when she starts cutting teeth. Jaimie’s got all kinds of hormone problems, crying all the time, like Kirstie Alley in that Look Who’s Talking movie from the year they graduated high school.

(Oh, well, at least Jaimie knows she’s kinda normal.)

It helped that her mom was here to help the first couple weeks - thrilled that baby Dominique has her first name as a middle name. Michael’s mom comes, too. Later, and any help they can get is appreciated.

It takes until Dominique is about eight months old for Jaimie to even start feeling like she has a handle on things.

It hits her how lucky they are. Dominique’s happy. Babbling. Eating well. She’s loved. She cries when she or Michael (especially Michael) even goes into the next room. It’s hard on her that Daddy goes to work. And she looks out the window each afternoon, slobbering on the glass in the window, pounding on it, screaming, “BabababaBABA!” until he gets there, swinging her into the air and making her giggle.

Her first real word comes just after she turns 1:

“I love you, baby,” Jaimie greets her, after naptime, one day. (The same thing they say to her first thing in the morning, at night before bed, and several times throughout every day.)

“Awuy, bay-bee,” Dominique repeats, hugging Jaimie around the neck hard.

She reaches for Michael, who, thank God, came in behind her:

“Awuy, bay-bee,” she repeats, reaching and reaching for him.

“Dominique Williams. Did you just say, ‘I love you, baby,’ to Mama and Daddy?” Jaimie asks, incredulous.

She nods, her head resting on Michael’s shoulder.

Jaimie doesn’t think much about it, until she has no choice but to think about it.

She’s mentioned it to Michael. Briefly. In a “a lot can change in eight years” kinda way in college when things started moving from kissing to more than kissing.

“Stuff happened to me. As a kid, Michael. And I don’t wanna talk about it. Don’t know how to talk about it. Just be careful. And please don’t ask me.”

He’d respected that. All these years and he’s never asked about it once. He does ask if she’s okay, when she gets quiet, or worried. But he’s never seen her panic. She’s never seen it herself, ‘til it happens. One day in January, 2001.

Two-year-old Dominique’s in the stroller, talking a mile a minute:

“Mama, I have gum? Please?”

“Baby, I don’t want you having gum. It’s gonna get everywhere,” Michael balks.

“I wanna have gum,” she whines. “The ball kind.”

“Okay. Let’s discuss it together, should we?” Jaimie interjects.

“Yes. ‘Scuss it. Annen I have it.”

“If we tell her what to do with it, she’ll learn. Or she won’t,” Jaimie encourages. “We can’t keep her in a bubble, Michael.”

“But I want to,” Michael objects, sweetly, giving Jaimie a kiss.

“I know, but she’s a child, not a toy. We gotta let her experience stuff. Even gum…” she wrinkles her nose.

They talk to Dominique about gum. Jaimie explains it’s a special candy that you chew. “Not swallow. When you’re done chewing, you spit it in a tissue. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dominique smiles.

“Good. Now, you hang in there. Do your best to be very good, and then on our way out, we’ll get a gumball.”

“I want yellow!”

“We don’t get to say what color we get,” Michael warns. “Might be yellow. But it might be another color. Make sense?”

“But I want yellow gum, Daddy.”

“I hear you wanting yellow gum, babe, I do. But Daddy can’t guarantee you yellow gum. I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you can! You big and strong! For making yellow gum! ‘Kay, Daddy?”

Jaimie’s in the cereal aisle trying to pick out plain Cheerios without Dominique wanting every sugary kind there is, when she glances up. Sees somebody who looks just like….

Her vision goes dim. She can’t breathe. Drops the cereal. Turns desperate eyes to Michael.

“What is it? Jaimie?” he asks.

But she can’t answer. Her eyes are full of fear, darting. This is the part of life she never told Michael about so how will he know how serious this is? Will he get it? Will he believe her? Help her? God, she needs to get out of this damn store.

Twenty-nine, and feeling every bit the child she’d been then.

“Okay. It’s okay. Jaim. Leave the groceries. We’ll go, okay?” he promises.

Jaimie clings to his arm as they leave the store. Dominique’s sobbing and lunging at the gumball machine as they pass it.

“I bery good, Mama! I bery good!” she sobs.

Jaimie’s crying, too.

Somehow, Michael gets them all in the car. Somehow, above the din, Michael can be heard, singing I Like to Be Told from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. Dominique is a big fan. And Jaimie and Michael are big fans of songs that help Dominique sort out what she’s feeling and why.

It fits for Jaimie, too. Everybody could use a little warning before their life gets spun and turned on its head.

Michael takes the time to explain to Dominique, who he is sure, even if she can’t understand every single word, understands more than they think she does. Says he knows she likes to be told what’s happening. And sometimes surprise things happen.

“Big feelings come, poof! Like magic, and change our plans. Even for mommies and daddies. Sometimes big feelings come too fast to tell each other. But we all love each other still. And it’s gonna be okay. Daddy says it’s gonna be okay.”

“I want yellow gum,” Dominique says, quiet, in between gasps. Tears still drying on her face.

“I know you do, Dom. and I know we said you could. Mommy’s having some big feelings right now, so we gotta be with her. And I won’t forget your yellow gum. I know that matters to you.”

“Mommy, you havin’ big feelings?” Dominique asks. “You cry?”

Jaimie can’t answer.

“She’s having some big feelings. But it’s okay to have big feelings, right?”

Dominique hesitates.

“What do Mommy and Daddy say when you’re having big feelings?”

Dominique fidgets with her carseat strap.

“We say, ‘It’s okay. Your big feelings matter,” Michael tells her, giving Dominique the words.

Jaimie feels like such a failure. She can’t do anything. She’s scaring her baby.

Dominique is still whimpering as Michael pulls into the local Dollar Store parking lot. Jaimie’s frozen in the seat, not ready to get out and face anybody.

“You gonna stay here? Dominique and I are gonna be right back.”

Jaimie can’t imagine what Michael’s buying right now, but they did just leave all their groceries behind.

In minutes, they come back out. Dominique singing, I Like to Be Told with Michael now. In her little hands, she’s carrying bubbles.

When they get home (which Jaimie can’t recall) she, Michael and Dominique all hang out on the deck. Michael blows bubbles and Dominique shrieks and runs around popping each one.

It’s the day Jaimie decides she’s gotta get some help.

Dominique turns 3 at the end of 2001. Has a Dragon Tales party and then gets to sleep over at Grandma Nora’s for the first time. She comes home talking about Sesame Street and gingerbread cookies and Garfield sleeping bags.

Produces pages and pages of paper where Dominique has printed, in all caps, the sentence, I AM DOM. She is beyond proud of herself. Beaming.

“I’m three and I can write now!” she shares. “Look at all this I wrote!”

“That’s so good! Dominique, we’re so proud of you! Did you and Gran have a good time?”

She nods, snuggled up against them.

Jaimie and Michael hang up every single paper.

In 2003, sometime after Dominique turns 4, the teacher calls Jaimie and Michael in for a meeting.

“You know your daughter’s printing?” the teacher asks.

Jaimie can’t read her tone. It’s cryptic.

“Yes, we encourage her at home,” Jaimie offers.

“You know she’s reading?” Now, it’s clear. The teacher, maybe 22, is scoffing.

“Starting to, yes,” Michael nods.

“She’s yelling out words during storytime. It’s disruptive. And her boasting about all the words she can print is hurting the other children’s feelings.”

“Are you suggesting we discourage her?” Michael asks, and Jaimie puts a hand on his arm.

“I got this. Ma’am? Dominique’s a good girl. She really is. She’s just proud of what she’s learning.”

“Maybe this isn’t the best place for her,” the teacher responds, finally coming to the point of the conference.

“You know what?” Jaimie asks. “Maybe it isn’t.”

Michael follows her out, after Jaimie makes it official and withdraws Dominique.

In the car, he finally asks: “So, what now?”

“I’m done with my counseling. I can get a job anywhere, and you did just get that great offer in San Diego. Maybe it’s time to make a move.”

He turns to her, and smiles, nervous. “You know I don’t do change well.”

“I know,” she nods.

“But I’d go anywhere with you...and our gifted and talented daughter.”

She leans over. Kisses him gently. Briefly.

They get home and Dominique runs into their arms. “Did my teacher tell you how smart I am?!” she asks, braids and beads bouncing everywhere. Grandma Nora appears behind her.

“How smart are you?” Michael cues, knowing Dominique is asking to fill in this blank:

“S-M-A-R-T!”

“That’s right. And your teacher told us you are so smart, you get to go to a whole different school! What do you think of that?”

“With you and Mama, and Gran?” Dominique checks.

“Absolutely. All of us together,” Michael reassures.

“Yay!” Dominique cheers. “We’re going on a adventure!” she wiggles to get put down and takes off.

“I think we made the right choice,” Michael muses.

“I think we did,” Jaimie smiles. “I think we did.”

#disuphere things #disuphere universe #fic: the early years

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reve-avaritia94 · 3 years

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Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Girl and Prince Charming...

When I went to the airport, my friends and family came to see my mom, Ghita and I. My friends, Amore and Valentina came to see me off. Valentina told me "You know I have a feeling living in Paris is a good thing". Why would it be a good thing? I asked. "Well since you aren't used to guys, you might find an attractive one". Amore replied. Whatever I won't fall in love. I don't want to get hurt and left alone. I replied. It's a feeling. When you fall in love. Give juicy us details. Amore replied. Shut up. I replied. Soon as I walked to the door my Nonna whispered in my ear something Italian. She said, "You will fall in love. You will meet a young man who will ruff around the edges but you will change him" What are you talking about Nonna? I asked. Have a nice flight. Nonna replied. When the intercom called for Paris flight.

When we were walking down the hallway onto the airplane. We sat in at our assigned seats on the plane. As soon as we sat down, I thought about what my Nonna said. Well we are going back to Paris, are you happy? Ghita asked. Mom, you know I have a bad history in Paris. I replied. I know you were ridiculed because of your father. Ghita replied. Yeah, my dad is a dog in my eyes for the way you treated you. I replied. You know you can't change a person. Ghita replied. Your grandmother once told me, "Your father was a dog and he was no good for me". Well, you can't change history either. Ghita replied. Well, I wouldn't be here if you never met my dad. I replied. Well, Gaby let's relax until we get to reach Charles de Gaulle Airport. When I looked out the plane window, I saw the beautiful scenery of Italy from way up high. As I turned to the other side my mom was sleeping. I might fall in love and it could the right guy. I thought.

It's been one hour and fifteen minutes since we have been on our flight. Passengers we are selling snacks. Flight attendants said. I asked for water. Twenty-five minutes later the captain told us we are at the airport. Mom, we are at the airport. I said. We are, let's get off? Ghita replied. Don't startle me like that Gaby. Ghita replied. Hey, mom are we calling a cab or something? I asked. No, an old friend of mine is going to pick us up. Ghita replied. When went to the airport, we got our luggage. A young man who looked a lot like a girl came and hugged my mom. Hey Jaimie, how have you been? Ghita asked. Been awhile, I see Gaby has grown up a lot. Jaimie replied. Mom, who is this guy? He is actually the guy who delivered you. Ghita replied. Are you a doctor? You don't look that old. I replied. You see I am actually three years older than my mom. Jaimie replied. You look like you are a high school student. I replied. No, you see, I made an excuse so I could pick you two up today. Jaime replied. I have never looked my age by the way. Jaimie replied. Come on and head to the car. Jaimie replied.

When our luggage was put in the car, my mom and I got in the car. Your stuff and your car at your house. Jaimie replied. Thank you for checking. Ghita replied. Wait does that guy Jaimie does he have feelings for my mom? I thought. Hey Gaby, you know you were born and raised in Paris. Jaimie replied. Please don't remind of that. I replied. You know coming back here is the best ever. Ghita replied. No more of your Nonna getting in my damn business. Ghita replied. To be honest, I don't even want to be bothered with your dad to be honest. Ghita replied. As my mom and Jaimie were talking, Valentina texted me "Hey r u n France yet?" "Yes, and I met the guy who delivered me." I texted back. Is he hot as hell? Valentina texted. "He looks like a high school student." I texted. "Seriously? How old is he?" Valentina asked. "He is three years older than my mom" I texted. Are you texting your friends? Ghita asked. Valentina was wondering if I got here safely. I replied. That is so much like her, she is really protective of you, Gaby. Ghita replied. It is kind of like Jaimie here. Ghita replied. You two are old friends? I asked. We are actually childhood friends. Jaimie replied. Well, Jaimie lived in the same house as your Aunt Belle, Caroline, and Inez. Ghita replied. Yeah, my parents gave me up as a child. Jaimie replied. Nonna adopted you, Jaimie? I asked. Yes, she did. Even though I am French, Italian and Venezuelan. Jaimie replied. Didn't you meet your mom once? Ghita asked. Yeah, he's Venezuelan. Jaimie replied. I heard she is gorgeous. Ghita replied. Here's a picture of my mom. Wow, she is gorgeous. You have her eyes and hair color too. Ghita replied. She lives in France because she loves the city. Jaimie replied. Do you always go to see her? Ghita asked. I always come to see her when I get off or the days I have off. Jaimie replied. I think that is really sweet you see your mom as often as you can. I replied. A few hours later, we were in the city. I saw the Eiffel Tower from the distance. How do you like seeing the Eiffel Tower from the distance? Jaimie asked. It's been years since I have seen the Eiffel Tower. Ghita replied. In at least thirty minutes from now, we will be at your new house. Jaimie replied. We are living in Paris, France "City of Love". Ghita replied. Isn't it ironic mom, you fell in love here and got your heart broken here. I replied. You might fall in love here who knows. Ghita replied. Yeah, "might" will be the key term. I replied. You are right "might" is the keyword. Ghita replied.

Thirty minutes later, we were at our new house. This house is bigger and roomier than our house in Venice. Ghita replied. You might be right mom but I need to take a walk. I replied. When I went back outside, I took a walked. When I took a turn around I bumped into someone. Little did I know something bad was going to become of this encounter. I am so sorry are you ok? I ask. You little. Destin replied. That girl knocked Prince Destin down. A random girl said. What I told you I was sorry. I replied. You are a cursed girl. A girl is full of calamity. You are an "Unfortunate Girl". My mom walked over to see what the commotion was all about. Who are they calling "Unfortunate Girl"? Oh, I see you met Prince Destin. Ghita replied. Do you know that guy? I asked. Maybe. Ghita replied. Who is this "Unfortunate Girl" they are speaking of? I feel so sorry for them. Ghita replied. The "Unfortunate Girl" is my mom. I replied. Come on let's get back to the house. Ghita replied. Prince Destin got into the car. Nicole, who is that girl? Destin asked. I have no clue, young master. Nicole replied. Maybe she might know. Destin replied. Mom, I came back and now I have a horrible nickname at that. I replied. Can I go and crawl up in a corner and die now? I asked. Sweetheart isn't that bad now. Think positively, maybe that nickname might go away. Ghita replied. I don't believe that. I replied. While Destin went home to the study, he was feeling awful about what he said to me. He started asking people who are I? Charlotte is in the corner of his desk. I see you lashed out on another person again. Charlotte replied. What do you want Charlotte? Destin asked. Well Prince Charming, your little fan club lashed out on that poor girl. She is now labeled as the "Unfortunate Girl". Charlotte replied. Seriously, I didn't even know that she was ridiculed because of that bump into her. Destin replied. You could apologize to her or ignore the situation as usual. Charlotte replied. Lady Charlotte, may I ask you a question? Nicole asked. What do you want to ask me, Nicole? Charlotte asked. Can you tell me that girl's name if you see her again? Nicole asked. Sure, she looks like she is a high school student like me. Charlotte replied. She might attend my school if her grades are high enough. Charlotte replied. What are you thinking, Nicole? Charlotte asked. I'll persuade him to write a letter to that girl soon as you girl her the name. Nicole replied. What a sneaky woman you are. Charlotte replied.

When I got back home, the neighbors were calling me "Unfortunate Girl" too. Gaby ignores what those people say about you. Ghita replied. Mom, that is kind of hard to do if the nickname is really hurtful. I replied. Well, at least you are not an ugly "Unfortunate Girl". Ghita replied. Mom if that was supposed to comfort me? I asked. I'm trying in some little way to make you feel better. Ghita replied. I am going to sleep, mom. I replied. We will eat dinner I started earlier. Ghita replied. What did you make mom? I asked. Well, I am making Beef Bourguignon. Ghita replied. Mom, you are making that? I asked. Yes, I am. Ghita replied. Are you making this because you like that dish? I asked. Maybe I do. Ghita replied. You know mom it is ok if you make it. I replied. I know to make that reminds of when your dad was around. Ghita replied. Mom, I really don't care about him. I replied. I know but what will happen if you run into somewhere? Ghita asked. You are right mom. I replied. What would I say to that bastard? I asked myself. Mom, does my dad still live here in France? I asked. Yes, he does. Ghita replied. I have no intention of dealing with that man, either. Ghita replied. Well, the food is done. Ghita said. Mom, it smells wonderful. I replied. That is why you are going to be a taste tester. Ghita said with a smile. Mom, did the movers put everything in our rooms? I asked. Yes but for some reason, the mover guy would keep hitting on me. Ghita replied. Mom, you always attract guys but you never realized it. I replied. I know I am a single mom but I have no intentions of dating guys anytime soon. Ghita replied. Hey, wait why am I your guinea pig? I asked. I only have you around to try the food. Ghita replied. As soon as I ate that food. I tried to keep the fact that my life was ruined by that snobby guy.

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 6 years

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HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, Jenn!!! Sorry this is a bit late, @wetwasteofagirl, but here it is Cersei as a mother to her children - as always things set in modern AU change a bit of who she is and also this fits where I told you it would :)

Also since this may be a bit confusing, because I couldn’t really explain it in the story in a way that flew well, here’s a smalll explanation. So I had a problem with the age difference between Myrcella and Tommen in this story/world and I finally figured a solution – so they are were a case of superfecundation when two eggs were fertilized in two different situations (I think Cersei would also like to be part of a special medical case)

I really hope like it!!! I hope you have an excellent year, I wish you all the happinness on the world!!! :D I hope you enjoyed your birthday and also Thanksgiving!!! :)

ENJOY!!!

Myrcella immediately noticed her mother as she walked out of the baggage claim section. Her mother still insisted on picking her up every time she flew home after spending a few days with her father (just a long weekend this time), it didn’t matter that Myrcella had just turned sixteen two weeks ago or that Mom had about twenty aids that could pick her up for her. Mom always came for her and as always pulled her for a strong hug and whispered the same words into her hair, “I’ve missed you.”

“I was gone for three days, Mom,” Myrcella complained.

“Three days too long,” she said, just before calling one of her aids to carry Myrcella’s bags to the car. “How was your father?”

“Good. We had a birthday dinner and Mya even came home to celebrate.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed your weekend,” Cersei told her as they got into the back of the car. “Tommen has been planning his birthday party. He isn’t planning to go as big as you--” Myrcella had had her Mom call on her contacts – she had actually had gotten her favorite band to come and play at the Plaza where she threw her party, Mom had even got a few of her clients to come. “He wants to just invite his friends over. Probably going to use a client’s house, -- can’t tell you the name yet, sorry, dear – but they have a bowling lane. Our next house should have a bowling lane, Cella, remind me of that.”

“Sure, Mother. Are we going back to the office?”

“I am. I’m dropping you of at the academy. You should change into your uniform. I’m sure I told the new intern to put it in the car.”

Myrcella changed into her clothes before she asked the dreaded question, the reason why she only had a weekend to see her father.

“How’s Joffrey?”

“He--.”

“Mom, you said you would--” Myrcella was interrupted by a knock on the partition of the car and the voice of the motorist telling her that they were at the school.

“It’s your stop.”

“Mother…”

“I love you, dear,” she said kissing the top of her daughter’s curls, “Find your brother, he has missed you.”

“He will talk later, Mom,” Myrcella told her and Cersei felt like she was in for a spanking – only her daughter could make her feel like that.

“Back to the office,” she told the motorist as she caught up on emails on the back of the car. She had two meetings this morning (one of them with an infuriating client – all were but this one was one of the worst cases).

Cersei worked non-stop during the day. Meeting after meeting, papers to go over, people she need to yell at and probably some she should fire. Lunch came and went and she didn’t even have a moment to leave her office for lunch – she ate her salad between phonecalls and emails.

She was one of the best in her business in New York for a reason, people looked for her expertise everyday, but she still made sure to never stay in the office too late. Her children were grown and the motorist would take them home and the maid was home to make their food and clean their rooms, but she was almost always home to spend the evening with them.

She made the last phonecalls of the day as she had one of her interns pack up the things she needed to take home, and she got her bag before leaving the office, telling them that they could find her on her phone. She had a call with one of her clients from China sometime tonight.

The motorist took her home more quickly than expected with the awful traffic of New York (no traffic was one of only advantages of Westeros), and with the car parked, she left to her 5th Avenue penthouse, to find her oldest son in the couch.

Things had been complicated with Joffrey since he had gotten arrested almost one month ago. Cersei didn’t know what to do with him now – he had been expelled from University, from Yale (which hadn’t been cheap or easy to get him into – not that money was a problem) and he had been home since then. Cersei still found it hard to believe that her sweet son had done what he had. (Myrcella argued she should have known, after everything that had happened in high school, maybe Cersei should have believed the teachers and not always believe in her son’s word… but he was her boy).

“Hi, mother.”

“Son,” she greeted him, with a smile as he looked on from the couch. “Did you go to your appointment?”

“I did.” He had three appointments with a therapist a week, court mandated, he would start community service next week – she finally found something appropriate for him (she was not going to have her son cleaning streets).

“How was it?”

“I don’t need this, Mom. I did nothing wrong.”

“Joffrey… you had a janitor fired for a lie and you had been having classmates do all your work, you--” These were the things in college, there were more, and there were so many more accusations from high school, some she would probably have to address soon.

“You fire people all the time, Mother.”

“I’m the boss,” she told him, “I fire them with cause,” she lied. “Son, you know I worked double as hard to get where I am today.”

“Because you’re a woman, bla… bla… bla… I know.”

“This is serious, son. Nobody wanted to make me partner, even when I got better numbers that my male coworkers, because I was a woman and had decided to have you as a single mother.”

“Maybe if you had me the normal way…”

“You’re mine and that’s what matters,” Cersei answered, irritated with her son, but she wondered if there was something from his father that could lead to violent acts – she could sue the sperm donor company. “And Joffrey, I’ve always been here for you, your sister and brother, so don’t you dare blame this on me. We’ll need to talk about this.”

“Sure, Mom…” he said, turning back to the TV and she couldn’t really fight with him today – she was going to talk to Myrcella tonight and hear what she had to say (the only child she knows the father so she’s pretty sure all the smarts are hers).

Right now, Cersei went to her office, hoping to find her brother available to talk with her. He was currently filming in London, so it was always hard to find him on the same time schedule. They got through the pleasantries, before moving on to the recent main topic of conversation – Joffrey – Jaime had been telling her that maybe he should come home and give him some male influence. Cersei argued that there was no need, she had always been both figures (with the exception of Myrcella, who had Robert, but with him living in Westeros, their time together was limited).

“I know you’re enough parent, Cersei, I’m not questioning your parenting skills,” he answered. “I’m just saying I could come to New York, help around.”

“You’re never much help, love.”

“Hey!!” he complained. “You get to have fun when I’m there and I can stay with the kids.”

“They can stay alone, Jaime. By the way, are you coming to Tommen’s birthday? He’s been asking. He’s doing something small, just close friends.”

“I can make it. But you’re saying I missed Myrcella’s cool party for Tommen’s small one.”

“Yes, and don’t you dare complain. They’re different kids, they’re not your typical twins – they are not us.”

“I know, I know… you got yourself published on medical paper – you can never shut up about it.”

“You shut it, Jaime. But they’re different. Myrcella went to Robert this weekend.”

“How’s the oaf?”

“She had fun, her siblings on her dad’s side came home – all of them. It seems the oldest boy – Gendry – got tattoos for his siblings this year, and he got a lion for Myrcella, she was really happy with that. Hopefully this won’t give her any ideas for tattoos.”

“There was a time you wanted to get one. Around the time you got that piercing--” It had been a weekend during their college years when she took a flight to California to hang out with Jaime and he took her to a tattoo parlour.

“Shut up!! ‘Cella doesn’t know about that and she doesn’t need to know.”

“I need a reason not to tell her.”

“I won’t kill you the next time you come here,” she reminded him. “I need to go and so do you, so talk to you later.”

“Yeah, later, sis,” he said, turning off the phone and ending their call.

Myrcella and Tommen had arrived by them and they were sitting with Joffrey in the couch, sharing a snack. She had barely seen the three of them together before – she should have known about Joffrey, based on the fact that he sometimes scared Myrcella and Tommen. They had been better now, Cersei didn’t know what happened in therapy, but he was trying with his siblings – he hadn’t exploded or gotten mad at them, he hadn’t even mocked Myrcella for her party, or made comments when she left for her father; hopefully he would behave at Tommen’s party.

“Mom,” Myrcella said, getting up from her place on the couch. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Later, darling. After dinner, I promise,” said Cersei, holding off for a bit longer for this hard talk. “Can I just sit with you for a bit and watch-- what are watching?”

“CSI,” Tommen answered. “It was on. Don’t you have to work?”

“I can continue later on.” Cersei followed Myrcella and they sat back down. Sitting down, she felt Joffrey’s hand on her leg and looking at him, she got a simple apology that she gladly accepted.

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howxforeverxfeels · 4 years

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[Biography of Jaime Kehoe]

FACTS

Name: Jaime Elizabeth Kehoe Nicknames: Jai, Jai Bird, Liza Age: 36 Birthday: August 10, 1983 Astrological Sign: Leo Chinese Zodiac: Year of the Pig Occupation: Baker Hometown: Biddeford Pool, Maine Current Location: Windham, NY Status: Married Single Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic

BIOGRAPHY

Jaime Elizabeth Kehoe was born on a warm day in August in a quaint hospital on the coast of Maine. She, along with her twin sister Janessa, and their younger brother Tyler, were born to a well-off family that consisted of father Dwayne - CEO of a stock broker company - and mother Maria, a homebody that made and sold trinket-filled candles.

Jaime had always been the quieter of the two girls, choosing to focus on school work and helping their mother whereas Janessa constantly wanted to go out and experience life. Their personality differences never wavered the connection between the girls, though, and not a week would pass without Janessa pestering Jaime to go out somewhere with her. Janessa, over time, helped Jaime to flourish socially, and Jaime in turn kept Janessa’s head out of the clouds.

On their thirteenth birthday, the girls were surprised to be invited to hang out with their mom and aunts Rina, Kat and Sonya. They walked along their road and down a familiar dirt path that led around a house toward Aunt Kat’s “she shed” in the woman’s back yard. Never before had they been allowed in there, and even their wildest imaginations couldn’t prepare them for what was actually held within those walls. Shelves lined the interior of the shed, each one holding a variety of jars filled in varying quantities with familiar and unfamiliar ingredients. Candles hand=made by their mother rested in candelabras, each one that was lit bringing more light and life into the room as the flames flickered and danced. These women, whom had been friends with Maria for as long as Jaime could remember, were more than just her best friends - they were her coven.

In addition to school and their social lives, the girls began to study magic from the women during the school year. In the summer, Maria would take them to visit her family in Catskill, NY. Those summers are some of Jaime’s favorite memories with her mother and sister. They got to practice and hone their craft while also meeting lots of interesting townsfolk. When the girls turned 18, Jaime made the decision to remain in Maine even though it meant being more secretive than moving to Catskill like Janessa had chose to.

The hardest part of being a witch, in Jaime’s opinion, was hiding it from the non-magical people in her life, such as her father and brother. This became harder when Jaime found someone she wanted to spend her life with. Mason Kirby was a firefighter with the sweetest disposition of anyone she had met and instantly she was smitten. They dated for only eight months before Mason proposed, and they were wed on the second anniversary of their relationship forming.

Jaime moved into Mason's beautiful beach-front home in Camp Ellis, a short fifteen minute drive from her parent's home and just down the road from the Kirby Family Home. Jaime's in-laws welcomed her with open arms, and she was especially grateful for Mason's sister - Julie. With Janessa in New York, it was relieving to have someone to have girl's days out with and be able to discuss things she used to talk about with 'Nessa (and still did her best to do over the phone). Better yet, after three years of being best friends Jaime was told a secret - that her sister-in-law was also a witch. They swapped their stories about finding out and their bond grew even stronger.

Jaime quite honestly believed her life could not get any better... and she was correct. During their seventh year of marriage, and multiple failed attempts at getting pregnant, Jaime found out devastating news: that she was infertile. Their dreams of starting a family were, in her mind, crushed. Mason assured her that they would figure something out, and she believed him.

It took two and a half years before Jaime found out what Mason had meant that day. He took it upon himself to find what he deemed to be a solution to their problem - another woman. Jaime came home early from her job at a bakery in town to find Mason breeding another woman in their bed. Devastated, she fled the home and ran straight to Julie's. Mason found her there later that night and explained that this woman - Chrissy - was the answer to their prayers. She was fertile, and he'd been dating her for the last two years and breeding her for the last six months. He explained that today they got a positive pregnancy test result, they would finally have a baby.

The sound of her hand on his face was the loudest echo in the room, and Julie couldn't stop her brother when he grabbed Jaime and dragged her home (kicking and screaming the whole way). He threw her into the windowless finished basement and locked her in there until she calmed down. Time was not easy to keep track of in there - it had to have been weeks of him bringing her down food, trying to talk to her, and getting physically aggressive when she would attempt to escape.

Eventually, Jaime relented and gave up her desire to fight. She wanted to be out of the basement, back to her life.. whatever semblance of one there was. Mason was pleased by this, and little by little she was allowed back to their life. The master bedroom was not Mason and Chrissy's, but the largest guest bedroom now held all of Jaime's belongings. Her job had fired her for being a no call no show, but Mason decided that was fine - she would be better suited as a house wife. Whatever Mason or Chrissy needed, Jai was to get it for them. She was, essentially, a slave in their home. It took over two years for him to allow her to go out of the house unaccompanied by him or Chrissy, and Jai counted every minute until she could be reunited with her coven.

After so long kept from the coven, Jaime was not nearly as careful as she should have been. Six months of once a week freedom found her parked too close to the she shed where she practiced magic with her aunts. They all had plans that day, but she took the chance to get out of the house anyway and work more on rehoning her craft. Jaime had no idea that Mason had followed her that day, and he learned Jai's most guarded secret.

The abuse hadn't stopped over the last few years, but it had slowed enough that Jaime wasn't expecting it when he said her name and she turned around in time to feel his fist land on her side. Years of abuse culminated in a fight between them, with Jaime landing blows of her own. She managed to knock him unconscious and escape - just barely - with her life. She could not go back to their home, she could not go to Julie's, and she could not go to her parents. Shaking, sobbing, and barely able to see through her tears she dialed her sister's number as she pointed her car toward New York and began the mutli-hour trek.

Jaime has been living in Catskill with Janessa for the last two years. She does her best to keep to herself, working as a baker in town to have a little money. She practices magic, solo now though. She knows her sister's coven but does not associate with them, and when the war broke out last year... Jaime was determined to stay neutral. She had seen enough in her life without throwing herself into other people's problems - even if they were family.

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♥ Attentive, Loving, Playful ⓧ Jealous, Moody, Skittish

Faceclaim: Anne Hathaway

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Generation 4 Part 5

It's 7:00am! George, JR & I are enroute to the Hospital. George will stay & visit Lucy & little Anabel. We'll take Marry & our little boy home after she's discharged! Richard & Lewis will be arriving later this afternoon from Dallas. It's 7:45am & we're on our way up to the rooms where our wives are staying. 7:55am JR & myself are entering Mary's room. Mary is sitting on the side of her bed. Harry Jr is in a plastic see through Infant bed next to her. They're waiting for Dr Jameson to release them so she can be discharged! 8:05am & Dr Jameson is checking the baby out once more. He says: ~The little guy doing fine! Everything's looking good. How are feeling Mrs Newport?~ She replies: ~I'm feeling great, I'm ready to go home Doctor.~ He replies: ~I would say you are! If you need anything, just call me, night or day! Good luck & Merry Christmas to you!~ The nurse hands her a clipboard & Mary happily signs it. The nurse rolls a wheelchair in, says: ~Hospital policy my Dear, we have to wheel you out to the door!~ We get to the exit, I pull the car around, JR insists on helping his Mother into the car! He's crazy about having a little brother, he's always since he was a young child himself, wanted a little brother. His wish has been fulfilled! We're on our way back to the Mansion. It's 9:15am & we're pulling onto the Grounds of Newport Mansion, Mother is waiting for us on the porch! We pull up, JR jumps out of the car, opens the rear passenger door, takes the baby from Mary. I help her out of the car, she's doing great, but let's face it, she just had a baby. She's still moving slow! Mother immediately takes the baby from JR & she says: ~Another addition to our family. How handsome he is Mary! How are you feeling Dear? She replies: ~I'm fine Mom, thanks for asking! Just a little slow right now!~ Mother replies: ~That's to be expected Dear! I'm so happy you both are okay! God has truly Blessed this family when you came into Mary, & now with Harry Jr, come inside Dear & sit down.~ We all go I to the house & Mother tells Huntington to bring some Sweet tea. She asks: ~Mary, is tea alright with you?~ She replies: ~Yes, I would love a glass, thank you Mom!~ She says: ~Your parents will return in a little while Mary! They insisted on going to town to pick something up for the Baby! Rachael is feeling a bit better this morning! The nurse says she wants to see the baby, & nothing is going to prevent her from it!~ The nurse helps Rachael to the Drawing room! Rachael says: ~Hello Mary, Harry, John Ross! Where is he, the little Angel?~ JR says: ~Here Grammy, I have him!~ He takes the baby to her & says: ~His name is Harry, like my Dad!~ She replies: ~You happy John Ross, a little Brother, 'O he's beautiful Mary! I'm so happy for you!~ Kellyanne walks in and says: ~Ohhh, can I hold him, please?~ JR hands her the baby, saying: ~Like this Kellyanne!~ He's showing her how to support his head, I really didn't know who taught him! I see he's already protective of him! I'm glad he loves the baby! I ask Mother: ~Where's Father? She replies: ~He & our Driver has taken the Limo to the Airport to pick up your Brothers!~ Jamie comes in: Oh my Goodness, is that Little Harry? Hi Mary, he's so Beautiful! May I hold him?~ She takes the baby from Kellyanne gently! She's got tears running down her face. My sister hasn't been able to conceive! She wants a child of her own so terribly bad! I feel sorry for her......

It's 12:30pm & Father walks in with my Brothers, Richard & Lewis! I greet them with a Handshake & a hug. Father says: ~Where is my new Grandson?~ He sees Jaime holding him & says: ~Now there, who do we have here? Look at his little hands! They're balled up in a fist! That's a sign of a fighter! A Newport if I ever seen one! Mary, how are doing? You did a fine job little girl! You made us proud!~ Mary replies: ~Thank you Dad, he is something, isn't he?~ He replies: ~Yes indeed, he is something!~ My brothers are fighting over who's going to take him Fishing & Hunting first! Huntington takes their bags upstairs while Father fixes them a drink: ~Anyone else would like something to drink?~ We're drinking Sweet tea so we good! George calls my Cell: ~Harry, the Doctor, he say me Lucy & Little Annabel, Me can bring dem home dis day! 6:00pm Harry!~ I reply: ~ Wonderful George, I'll see you then!~ We hang up & I pass the news on! Kellyanne's eyes get big! She remarks: ~Tonight, I can't wait, 'O I'm so happy, I have a baby sister!~ Mary's parents walk in her her say: ~Mary, my sweet child, where's our Grandchild? 'O look at him Will. Isn't he just Beautiful?~ He replies: ~Yes Dear, he's a very good looking boy. Strong, kind of looks like me, don't you think?~ She replies: ~He looks like his Father silly~ Father ask them if they'd like a drink. They both ask: ~Coke please? Laura says: ~Mary, look what we got for Little Harry! Aren't these just darling?~She's bought a Blue set of baby clothes, rattles & other assorted baby needs! They're really happy about the baby! The baby is now laying in a Bassinet next to where Mary's sitting! Laura reaches down & picks the baby up! Oh my Goodness, he's Beautiful Mary! You two made an old lady happy! It's 5:00pm & I have to go pick George, Lucy & Annabel up from the Hospital. I ask Kellyanne if she wants to come along & she decides she does! We're enroute! We have arrived at the hospital & it's 5:45pm. We go up to Lucy's room! She's ready to leave as soon as the nurse brings her some formula ordered by the Doctor. She's having some difficulty Breastfeeding, little Annabel isn't latching on! The nurse is here with the formula & a wheelchair. Lucy gets in the wheelchair & the nurse wheels her down to the exit. George helps Lucy into the backseat of the car with Kellyanne & the Baby. George rides shotgun! We're enroute to the Mansion. 6:55pm we're pulling onto the grounds of Newport Mansion. My parents & JR meet us at the car. George helps Lucy out, JR helps Kellyanne out with the little Annabel in her arms. Her big sister has already grown attached to her! Mother greets Lucy & says: ~Welcome Lucy, How you feeling Dear! How the baby, Anabel, right?~ She replies: ~Yes Mam Mrs Newport, & we're both doing fine thank you!~ Mother replies: ~I'm so happy to hear that, come inside my Dear, you need to sit down & rest!~ We all go inside & we now have two stars in the house! Mother has a Bassinet already set up next to little Harry for her! Lucy places Annabel in it & everyone is here. One big Happy family. Mother announces: ~Tomorrow we shall decorate the tree!

"Rachael's Gift To John Ross"

Rachael calls JR over: ~John Ross, I have something for you!~ She hands him a box. He opens it, a Christmas Ornament. He remarks: ~It's beautiful Grammy!~ She replies: ~It was your Mother's when she was young! It's got her name on it~ It's eight dolphins pulling Santa's Sailboat pass a full moon! Her name is Boldly printed on it. Rachael adds: ~It's hung on our tree every year since she was six years old. I thought you could carry on the tradition! ~ I see JR starting to tear up, as he thanks his Grandmother & hugs her: ~I promise Grammy, thank you!~ It's 7:45,pm & Huntington rings the bell & announces: ~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~ We're all hungry except for Rachael. Her stomach is unsettled, so she excuses herself & the nurse helps her up the stairs! Mother has Beef Broth, crackers & Apple juice prepared for her & will have it brought to her room! The rest of us go into the Dining room & are seated at the table. My parents at each end, the rest of us are pretty much pairing up with our mates. This meal is not formal, though some may think so!

It's a dinner of Aged beef, Roasted baby potatoes, Broccoli & cheese, Green Garden salad, Onion Soup Crackers & Fresh yeast rolls! Drinks of choice are served. We have Baked Alaska for dessert! I've forgotten my Mother's choice of menus, she's a classy woman! 9:00pm we finish up dinner & retire to the Drawing room! Father serves Drinks. Mary & Lucy request Sprite, Laura a Glass of Red wine, as does Mother. The kids are off visiting each other. The Babies are both asleep in the Bassinets. We five men have a Cognac. It's nice for family to be able to congregate after dinner! I only wish Rachael was able to enjoy herself! I'm not sure she's going to make to Christmas, we can only pray!

It's 10:00pm, Mary & Lucy pick up the babies, say Goodnight. George & myself excuse ourselves so we can join our wives! We miss them & want to spend time with them! Personally, I miss sleeping with Mary, without her, it's hard to even close my eyes! I take the baby from my wife's arms & carry him, while helping her up the stairs! We get to our room & she's beat. She takes a shower the I take mine as to be able to keep a close eye on little Harry! Mary feeds the him & we go to bed!

Sunday, December 01, 2019

It's 7:00am we're all up getting ready to attend Church as a Family! Rachael insists on attending, though not feeling well! She says: ~I don't miss Church. Please help me?~ We load up her wheelchair into the trunk of the Limousine. The nurse will accompany us. It's 9:00am & the sixteen of us load up into the Limo, Father's & my Sister's cars, forming a small caravan & go to Church! 10:16am we arrive at Church & are greeted by the Pastor. He is happy to see the whole family attending. He informs the Door Keepers to assure an easy in & out for Rachael!

12:30pm, Services are over & we're enroute home to Newport Mansion!

We're pulling into the grounds of the Mansion. We pull the wheelchair out of the trunk of the Limo & help Rachael out. The nurse wheels her into the house! She wants to stay downstairs & visit. The nurse administers her a shot to help her with pain! It's 12:00pm & Huntington announces: ~Lunch is will be served in Dining room!~ We enter the Dining room & be seated! Split pea soup & a variety of Finger sandwiches are served! After lunch, we all go out to the Garden & sip on Mother's Sweet tea! The nurse wheels Rachael so she can have some fresh air! She asks for water only. She's getting worse & I'm truly worried for her! I've made arrangements to have the Reverend moved from Shreveport to our Family cemetery to be intermed next to his daughter! I pray Rachael will make it to the New Year......

The Tree

It's 3:00pm & Mother announces: ~Everyone, it's time to decorate the Christmas tree! Come on, everyone to the Grand Foyer!~

Everybody gets in on the decorations, each have a personal Ornaments. JR will place his, as well as: Julia's on the tree! Mother has created an ornament each for little Harry & Annabel.

Little Harry

"Baby's First Christmas Rocking horse Ornament"

Little Annabel

"Baby's First Christmas Basket Ornament"

Mother has a large array of other ornaments, including belonging to my Grandparents!

There's Gold, Silver, Blue, Green & Red tinsel. She has lights & Candy Canes too! Little Angel's & Tree Candles! The tree is Beautiful & fits nicely in the Grand Foyer! Now that it's finished, we place gifts under the Tree for the final touch!

It's now 6:30pm, giving us enough time to wash up before dinner!

7:00pm Huntington rings the bell & announces:~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~ Rebecca wants to eat with us tonight. Cook has prepared Chicken broth, crackers & Jello for her! The main menu consists of: Clam Chowder, Salad, Veal, Lobster, Caviar, Truffles, Choice of Drinks. Dutch Chocolate Cake & Strawberries for dessert. A typical Sunday meal for my Parents..... It's 8:45pm & we've finished Dinner. The ladies retire to the Drawing room. Father asks us men to follow him to the Library. He pulls out a Bottle of his very best Cognac & a Box of Havana Cigars! He says: ~Men, two new lives have Blessed us with theirs! Tradition calls for a Good Cigar & a Great Cognac!~ He passes a cigar each to my Brothers, Will, Robert, George & myself! He then takes one for himself! We each cut the tips off & Father lights them. He pours each of us a Cognac & we raise our glasses, toasting our Newborn Children! After, we join the women in the Drawing room for conversation! Huntington serves Coffee & diluted juice for Rachael! Rachael apologizes & excuses herself, retiring for the night! The nurse will see her to her room & administer her medication so she can sleep!

It's 10:00pm & I my wife say our Goodnights & take Little Harry to our room. Mary feeds the baby once again as I shower! Afterwards, I take the baby & hold him for a while! I feel as if he's already grown since we left the hospital! Mary comes out of the bathroom & puts the baby in the Bassinet next to the bed. He's really a good baby, as he doesn't cry very much. He goes right to sleep... Mary & I climb into bed & she falls asleep in my arms! I love my wife, Goodnight!

December 02, 2019

3:15am

Grammy says Goodbye!

Knock at my room door: ~Mr Newport, Sir!~ it's Rachael's nurse at the door: ~Mr Newport, you're needed Sir!~ I reply: ~Coming, I'll be right there!~ She didn't wake the baby or my wife, thank the Lord! I put my robe on & open the door & ask: ~What's wrong?~ She replies: Sir, she's slipping fast, Mrs Marcantel! She hasn't long & she's asking for you, I've already called the Doctor!~ I reply: ~Of course, let's go!~ I knock on JR's door as I pass & tell him to come to his Grandmother's room!

I enter the room, she's looking bad, can hardly hold on as her breathing is shallow! I let her know I'm there: ~Mom, I'm here!~ I take hold of her hand! She replies in a low & almost diminished voice: ~Harry, my Jimmy's calling me, I can hear him! My baby is with him! Harry, where is John Ross? Is he here?~ John Ross answers: ~I'm here Grammy, I love you Grammy, please don't leave me?~ He's got tears in his eyes & is hurting! She says: ~John Ross, I see your Mother, she's with your Grandpa! Harry, remember what I asked? I love~ She takes her last breath & is gone! John Ross kisses his Grandmother on the forehead, lays his head on her chest & begins to cry! He's lost his Mother, Grandfather & now his Grandmother to Cancer! The Doctor is here, he checks for a heartbeat, then calls it. Time of Death: 3:45am! He calls the Mortuary to pick up Rachael! Mother comes into the room: ~I'm so sorry, I just learned! She walks over & touches Rachael's hand & says: ~Farewell my friend!~ She says to JR: ~Son, she loved you deeply, you were all we ever talked about on the phone! She looked so forward to seeing you before the end! She was proud of you! She's not in pain any longer!~ She leaves us alone & wake's everyone to give them the news!

It's 7:00am & the Mortuary’s here! She'll be buried here, next to Julia. Everyone's in shock! We knew she didn't have long, but this was too soon!

Skipping forward:

Saturday, December 07, 2019

Rachael's Funeral

It's 6:00am & everyone is getting to attend the funeral of Julia's Mother. The viewing of the body is at Madison First Baptist Church, from 8:00am to 9:00am. Burial will be at the Newport Family Cemetery at 10:00am! It's now 7:00am & we're all enroute to the Church! I've notified her Church in Shreveport & a number of their Parishioners have flown in to attend to include her Pastor who will officiate! Its 7:55am & we're arriving at the Church! Reverend Johnson of The Madison First Baptist Church & Reverend Toussaint, Rachael's Pastor greets us at the doors. The Church is packed with friends of the Marcantels & people from Madison that knew her! She was truly loved!

It's 9:00am & we're loading up in vehicles forming the Funeral Procession! 9:35am we're enroute to the Cemetery where Rachael will be intermed next to her daughter, JR's Mother & my first Love! We are arriving, it's 9:55am. Myself, Father, Bill, the Professor & my two Brothers are Pallbearers. We remove Rachael's Casket from the Hearse & walk it to the Gravesite. We place her Casket on the lowering device & are seated! JR's trying to hold back the tears, he loved his Grammy deeply! Kellyanne is trying to console him! That girl loves my son! Reverend Toussaint says a Prayer: ~Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself, the soul of our dear Sister Rachael Jane Marcantel, departed, we therefore commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure & certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto His glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself, Amen!

A single Carnation from atop her Casket, is passed to each member of our Family. JR touches the Casket & says: ~Goodbye Grammy, say hello to Grandpa & Mommy! I love you Grammy!~ They lower the Casket into the ground & the funeral is over. We all depart the Cemetery, leaving a loved one in the Hands of God!

It's 12:15pm & we've all returned to the Mansion! Everyone is in a somber mood, Rachael was a part of us all! She left an impression on each & everyone she met.

Huntington announces: ~Lunch is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & are seated. Mother announces:~The menu today is Chicken & Sausage Gumbo. It's Rachael's own recipe & she made me promise to serve it, if & when she was laid to rest!~ She raises her glass in Toast: ~Here's to you old friend, may you look down on us & smile!~ We all raise our glasses & to Rachael!

Monday December 09, 2019

5:30am

I'm getting ready to fly to Shreveport & escort Julia's Father's remains back to Madison, for burial in our Family Cemetery! He'll be buried next to his wife & daughter! My flight leaves at 7:15am. I'll return tomorrow evening! It's now 6:00am & I kiss my wife Goodbye & Father is driving me to the Airport. We arrive at 6:35am, I'm only taking one carry on bag! I tell my Father: ~I'll see you tomorrow night, thanks for the ride!~ He replies: ~Until tomorrow, be careful son, we love you!~ I go through Security & straight to the departure gate, they're already loading the plane! We take off on time & will arrive in Dallas at 11:30am. I will rent a car for the final nearly three hours to Shreveport. 11:40am my flight is landing ten minutes late! I rent a car from Hertz & enroute to Shreveport where I have a room reserved at The Remington Suites! The Reverend's remains have already been recovered & waiting at the Coroner's office. I'll sign for them & have them delivered to the Airport tonight! They have to arrive there before morning to assure they're on my Flight. I leave at 2:00pm & am scheduled to arrive at Valdosta Regional at 6:30pm. I call Mary to let her know I've arrived safely! It's 12:30pm & I'm enroute to Shreveport. It's 4:30pm, I arrive at the City of Shreveport Coroner's office, I've called the Mortuary in advance to meet me there! I sign for the body & give instructions for the Driver to deliver the Casket to Delta Airlines Freight! It's 6:00pm & I'm signing into the Remington. I have dinner delivered to my room. I take a shower, have a scotch from the Wet Bar & call my wife to say Goodnight! I'm going to sleep!

Tuesday

6:00am I'm awake & shaving, washing my face & Brushing my teeth. 6:30am I'm going downstairs to the Restaurant to eat Breakfast. I'm ready to the road! 7:30am I'm checking out. 8:00am I'm enroute to the Airport. I arrive at 12:00pm, turn my rental in Check in. I'm going to the Coffee Bar & wait! 12:45pm I'm going through Security to the gate where I'll wait for Boarding. 1:30pm I'm boarding my flight. We take off on time, scheduled to arrive at Valdosta Regional at 4:30pm. I called Father to assure he's there when I arrive......

It's 4:25pm & landing on time. I go through Security & meet Father at the loading zone. I've arranged for Burns Funeral Home to pick up the Casket with Julia's Father's remains. He'll be buried next to Rachael in our Family Cemetery tomorrow! We're enroute back to Newport Mansion. I can't wait to see Mary & my sons. It's 5:30pm & we're pulling onto the grounds of the Mansion. We go inside & I immediately find my wife & kiss her. I say: ~Darling, you're my life & I'm so happy to be able to tell you that! I love you Mary Grace Newport, with all that I am & all that I'll ever be! You are what makes my life worthwhile & I thank God for you every moment of my life! She replies: ~Harry, what's gotten into you? I love you too my Harry! I've always loved you Harry, from the very beginning! You are & will be the only man I'll ever love!~ I sit down & Father pours me a drink! It was a trip of sadness, but also of reuniting three special people of my past to rest in peace together! I can pretty much take care of Rachael's affairs from home. The House will stay in the family for JR, as that was her wish! Mother asks: ~Are you hungry son? Dinner will be ready soon!~ I reply: ~I am Mother, famished! I'll be glad to sit down with family & eat. Hotel food sometimes just doesn't hit the spot!~ Mary remarks: ~My poor Harry, you look tired as well my Love!~ I reply: ~Quite so Darling, with all that's on mind; I didn't hardly sleep a wink!~

It's 6:30pm & Huntington rings: ~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~ We go to the Dining room, be seated. Dinner I great: Roast Ham, Corn, Sweet potatoes, Slaw & for dessert; Peach Cobbler! 7:30pm, we finish eating & retire to the Drawing room to have a Drink. I inform everyone that the Reverend will be buried next to Rachael & Julia tomorrow morning at 10:00am. It's 9:00pm & I'm extremely tired. Mary takes my hand & says: ~Let's go to bed my Harry, you're beat!~ We excuse ourselves, pick up the baby & retire for the night.

Wednesday December 11, 2019

The Reburial of Julia's Father

10:00am we're at the Family Cemetery, & the Hearse carrying Reverend Marcantel arrives. My Father, Brothers, myself, George & Bill act as Pallbearers & removed the Casket containing Julia's Father's remains. We carry him to the gravesite & place the Casket on the lowering device. We all pray silently & the Casket is lowered into the ground! It's 11:15am & we leave the Cemetery enroute back to the Mansion.11:30am we arrive & all go inside & into the Drawing room to talk. It'll be Christmas soon & we need to get in the mood! Mother turns on Christmas music & demands that we cheer up! 12:00pm Huntington rings: ~Lunch is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & be seated. We're having Moroccan salmon and foie gras stuffed pastry. It's really quite delicious.... It's 1:30pm, we finish lunch & retire to the Drawing room to listen to Christmas music. Tomorrow George & myself will take our wives & babies in for a Doctor's appointment.

Thursday

8:00am

George, myself are drinking regular coffee & our wives are drinking Decaf in the Drawing room. Mary will Breastfeed little Harry before we leave. Lucy is already feeding Anabel formula! Both babies are eating & sleep well. Our appointments with Dr Jameson are starting at 10:00am. I'm borrowing Father's car for the day. We'll eat lunch in town & do a little shopping while we're out! It's 9:00am & we're enroute to town for the appointments! George is playing with Annabel. He's a happy Father. It's 8:45am & we're at Dr Jameson's office. We go in & check in! 10:05am, the nurse escorts Lucy, George & Annabel to the back! 10:40am George, Lucy & Anabel come out, George remarks: ~Me wife & little baby, they be good da Doctor he say!~ The nurse escorts us back to the exam room. She weighs little Harry, lays him on the table & measures him. She then measures his head, looks in his eyes & ears. She hands him to me, smiles & leaves the room. Dr Jameson knocks on the door & opens it. Never understood why they always knock on the door, not like we're going to get caught doing something! He enters, asks how we're doing & asks Mary to sit on the exam table. He does a quick exam & asks: Have you been having any problems?~ She replies: ~No Doctor ~ He says: ~Good, everything is looking good with the baby, he's right where he should be on growth & weight! You're doing fine, but if you have any problems at all, you have my number. Day or night!~ She replies: ~Yes Doctor, thank you so much!~ He gives her some vitamins for her & little Harry! We go out to the window & pay the bill. It's 11:55am & we're hungry!

We've decided to eat at O'neal's Country Buffet on Base street. Ribs are sounding really good to me! Cook prepares delicious meals at the Mansion but, sometimes you just want regular food! It's 12:15pm & we're walking into O'neal's. We seat ourselves. The waitress asks us what we want to drink & we reply: ~Ice tea all around! We go to the Buffet & our wives both choose Catfish & George likes Chicken wings & I'm craving those BBQ Ribs! The babies are sleeping, though it's quite loud in here. Country music's playing. The food is delicious!

It's 1:45pm, we finish eating & go shopping at Southern Grace Gifts. We arrive at 2:20pm. It's 3:00pm & the wives want to visit Madison Antiques. It's now 4:15pm & we're enroute back to Newport Mansion. Mary & Lucy both are tired,

& carrying newborns around takes its toll!

It's 5:00pm & we're pulling onto the grounds of the Mansion. I pull up to the front, we help our wives out of the car with the babies & go inside! It was a good day, Mary, Lucy & both babies are doing well! JR asks: ~Mom, how'd things go? You & little Harry ok?~ She replies: ~We're fine John Ross, everything is good! Baby's healthy & I'm healthy! No worries my John Ross!~ Kellyanne asks: ~Mama, you & Annabel ok too? ~Lucy replies: ~Yes sweetheart, we're fine!~ Both kids are relieved! They're showing such grownup aptitudes! The wives both want to go to the rooms & freshen up. George & I help them with the babies. We come back downstairs! I ask George: ~Well Old man, how about a cold one?~ He replies: ~aye, Me be thankin ya Harry! Harry, ya be me best friend!~ I reply: ~George, thank you, you're my best friend too, even more, you're family!~ I've never had a friend like George! He's been there every time I've needed him since the day we met! We have a Bud & just relax. 6:30pm Mary & Lucy join us. Mother & the Mary's parents are spending time with little Harry & Annabel. Father is out & about. 7:00pm, Father walks in just as Huntington rings: ~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~

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Rebecca Mader OUAT Chicago—6/11/17 (pt. 2)

Notes: Bex’s panel got really long, so I’m breaking it into two parts. Here’s the second transcript:

You can find the 1st part here.

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Fan: I have a question. What was like the hardest and funniest thing for you to shoot on Once Upon a Time, and except for flying a broomstick.

Bex: We shot a scene recently, where were we? What realm were we in? It’s hard to remember when everything around you is blue. Like, what ended up happening? What was that? But Colin had broken his foot singing his revenge, revenge song, so he’s got this, like, bloody boot on. Then you’ve got Aladdin who nearly died in a car crash, and got a broken leg on crutches, and none of them could walk. I might have made fun of both of them all day. Like come on then. Come on Captain Hook. And he’s like (impression of Colin) “Ah Rebecca! Shut up!” (end impression) And Aladdin’s on his thing. There’s just too much comedy gold. I can’t leave it alone. Me and the girls really enjoyed that. It’s like, “I’m sorry, Colin? How did you…how’d you break your foot? Was it singing a song? Denis? Denis, what was yours? Massive motorbike accident. Did you hear that Colin?” He’s like (impression of Colin) “Alright! Alright, Mader, you’ve made your point.” (end impression) I’m like “Have I? Am I finished? Singing a song?” Oh I love making fun of Colin.

Fan: My question is if Zelena and Charlotte from Lost spent a day together, what would they do?

Bex: Oh god, argue, arm wrestle, compare notes on who’s better? But they’d compliment each other on their red hair. I don’t know. They’re very different, but both very snotty. Which is weird, because I’m not. Acting. Acting. Let’s say spa day. I think they need one. Call me. Thanks.

Fan: Hi! Well first of all, my friends Ella and Meriam say hi, so as we all know Zelena is an amazing driver, and…

Bex: [mouths Wow] I’ve heard other things, but whatever.

Fan: Do you think she’s gonna open a driving school [Bex chokes on her water again], and what would it be called?

Bex: Just said don’t swallow until the question’s finished. Did it again. I’m Rebecca Mader, I don’t learn my lessons. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Open a driving school? That would be a horrible, horrible career choice. Now a flying school, if I got my magic back, would be a great idea. If I opened a driving school, it would be “What not to do, by Zelena Mills”, with a helmet. Oh god, you’d love me everyone. “Buckle up for safety!”

Fan: Hello. We all know that you ran into the Black Fairy in season 6, if Zelena could run into any other character with her car, who do you think she would run into?

Bex: [laughs] How wicked was that? I loved doing that. What a great day at work. Don’t get me wrong; love Jaime Murray, but driving over that fairy was so much fun. Oh, who gets on my nerves?

Crowd: Hades!

Bex: If Hades came back, absolutely—and very fast, and with a truck that’s en fuego, and maybe some hard explosives. I’ll go with that.

Fan: I was wondering, if you could give any piece of advice to your high school self, what would you say?

Bex: You’re almost 18. You will literally wake up and go “I’m free!” That’s the thing, it’s like when you’re a teenager, you’re like “Oh god, I’m living at home while mom and dad are doing [didn’t catch]. I want to get out; they don’t believe in me. Dear diary”. And then all of the sudden you move out and you read your diary and your like “Oh my god, it’s over.” So, if you’re having a hard time, just remember that before you know it you’re going to be free to do whatever you want, make the choices that you want, get a job, make your own money. I’ve had a job since I was 14 years old. I’ve always made my own money just in case if I said “Mom can I have…?” “No.” Well [reaches into her pocket like she’s pulling out money] I’ll buy it myself. Financial freedom is key, and I think always having your own gives you the power to make the right choices. If you rely on other people, you end up making the decisions based out of fear. So go out there, make your own money, figure out what you wanna do and just go do it with faith and trust and love and belief in yourself and sod everybody else.

Fan: I would like to know, what was your favorite part about playing Zelena.

Bex: I could write a book. Maybe I will. There’s so many, there’s so many. I mean working with all the cast, they’re now my real mates. They’re my mates. We go hiking. We drink tea, wine. They’re my actual, legitimate friends. I’ve got so many more friends now from being on Once Upon a Time. I got to be a witch and fly on a broomstick. Not normal. And I think living in Vancouver was magical, and meeting all of you has completely changed my life. At work, I have this huge extended family now that I feel like, moving forward in my life, I have this built in support system that feels really genuine and really real and if I feel like I fall, I feel like you’re gonna pick me back up just like I would do for you, and no one can take that away from me, so that’s the most important thing.

Fan: Hi! I’m also named Rebecca.

Bex: Nice name! So lovely. Hi Bex.

Fan: I was just wondering, how did you get over the hurdles and struggles of starting out and working in this competitive industry.

Bex: I could write a book about that. Maybe I will. There’s a lot of books I need to write. It’s hard. I mean, being self-employed is really hard, being [someone in crowd sneezes]…bless you…being an actor is really hard, and I think it’s finding the strength in your darkest times is where the lessons are. I mean there were periods in my career where I wasn’t working and the phone wasn’t ringing and nobody was calling and people were telling me that I couldn’t do it or I needed to lose weight or I should go back to England or “You’re not that good” or “you’re green” or “your American accent’s rubbish or whatever it was. People tried to tear me down. So I had to work really hard on every morning, getting up in the morning, doing some exercise. Whatever I could afford to eat I would eat, and just try and hang out with people that were kind, which can be hard to find too, because I was away from home. So I would write lists of things that made me feel good, and I’d put them on post it notes and stick them up on my mirror, trying to do one thing every day that made me feel good because my dreams haven’t come true yet, even if it was like take my dog for a walk, listen to a song, meet up with so-and-so for a cup of tea. Little things like that to stop the darkness coming in and making me not believe that I could do it. So really, honestly, learning how to be my own best friend is what kept me going.

Fan: So we all know that Zelena wasn’t, like, the best person at the beginning of the show, so what do you think was the most important part of her evolving into the character that she is now?

Bex: I think becoming a mom had a massive effect on her, and also I think when she realized that her and Regina had known each other for a long time that softened her heart. I also think meeting my mum for the first time and having that kind of closure was huge, because all of her parents had been rubbish. She’d been given up, her adopted parents were alcoholics. She had nobody, so to have people, I think was her greatest catalyst for her development, sort of like chipping away at the walls around her heart and wanting to try and be a better person now that she was a parent.

Fan: So my question is do you think you like working with baby Robyn or she likes working with you?

Bex: I’m sure the baby does not want to be on set, because we have to swaddle them with these blankets, so that when we need to replace them with a doll, it has to match. So having arms and legs that are out doesn’t really work, because then you’d see, like, plastic arms and legs. So you swaddle them, and they’re like “I hate you!”. “I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry!” They’re like [baby crying sounds] So they’re not thrilled to be there most of the time, and I find them frustrating to work with. And then you watch the episode, it’s me looking all lovely, and they look up, my little baby with blue eyes and red hair. [baby talk sounds] In the scene, with the music playing, you’re like “Awww!”, but it’s not like that in real life. Even the baby’s a good actor. It’s challenging, but it ends up looking really cute in the end.

[turns toward the next fan in line who’s dressed in a Captain Hook costume] Oh wow! Hi, Colin. Sorry about the joke about your foot. Awkward.

Fan: I think you do a great job putting a new modern spin on the wicked witch after a very old, classic movie, but how did it feel for you when you found out you’d be portraying a psychotic movie villain, yourself, the wicked witch?

Bex: What do you mean?

Fan: How…when you found out you were going to be portraying the wicked witch, how’d you feel about that?

Bex: I screamed. I did. When they told me “Are you ready? Do you wanna know who you’re gonna be?”, I had to pull my car over, and I’m like “Go on, then. Tell me”. And Adam and Eddy were like “The wicked witch of the west!”, and I was like “shut up!!! Oh my god, I knew it! I knew that you were going to make me someone horrible! I knew it…which is weird because I’m lovely. I don’t know how to take it, but I knew it!” That was pretty much my reaction. I was excited. I was really glad I was a villain. Really, really glad. I love that. It’s way more fun, being naughty. Thank you. You’re very handsome.

Fan: I was just wondering, since Zelena has so many iconic outfits, what has been your favorite outfit?

Bex: Um, I’ve said this before. My favorite one is the one where I’m on my broomstick in my song in the musical, that full on black lawn, the boobs are up here, the skin’s green, the hat’s on just like that, I’ve got the broomstick. That’s like the iconic one. That’s the one they call the Zelena hero outfit, which is weird when I’m a villain, so I don’t know why they call it that, but that definitely’s my favorite, because it’s the one I arrived on the show in back halfway through season 3 with wicked is coming. So it’s like, it’s been in museums and stuff already, so it’s a special outfit.

Fan: If you were stuck in a room for a weekend, who would it be with?

Several in crowd: Me!

Bex: Dead or alive? Like does it have to be someone who’s alive or someone that’s gone?

Fan: Um, that’s alive.

Bex: I’m gonna have to say my husband, because we have the mostest fun when it’s just me and him. I mean a lot of fun, like “Do you wanna do this?” “Yeah!” “Should we watch this?” “Yeah!” Like every idea is the best idea we’ve ever had. We’re such twins. We’re joined at the hip, so I would say my boo, my bae, my all. Thank you.

Fan: Hi Bex, my name is Alicia, and we all saw such huge sacrifice that Regina made…er Zelena made.

Bex: I was gonna say. She didn’t give up her magic! Whatever.

Fan: Zelena made by giving up her magic, and she’s grown as such a character, so my question is, is there a chance that she’s able to get her magic back or is it gone for good?

Bex: I hope not, because I do not wanna have to do things by hand, it’s very tiring, really pedestrian. I miss all this [waves hand], all this, and things just happen. Although there are things that I should have done, like make my house nicer. Why am I in a rubbish farmhouse? Why didn’t I go condo? Mansion. Oh, oh oh! Pool! Why didn’t I do that? I would like to get my magic back. I would say that anything is possible on Once Upon a Time, and I want a better house, and maybe age up my child, so I can send her to work. If it can happen to Gideon, it can happen to Robyn. Being a mum is exhausting.

Fan: Hi. What was your reaction when you first saw, like, all of your wicked witch makeup?

Bex: [They put it on me in order to g]et me to the camera where they were shooting to film it to then email it to LA to then approve the look for shooting the next day. And luckily the first thing they went with was completely approved, but then as I started doing it and working with it, you forget, you know, when you’ve been doing something in your room, and then you’re like “Oh my god! Oh my god, I’m a witch! Oh my god, oh my god” You're so scanned up, you don’t feel it on your skin and you get completely used to it. I’ve given myself multiple mild mini heart attacks by my reflection. It’s like oh, I quite like it actually. It makes my blue eyes pop. How you doin?

Fan: My question is if Eddy and Adam were to, like, change their minds about season 7, would you consider to come back.

Bex: Yeah. I can’t leave you. If I’m wanted I wouldn’t stay home and go “No, I’m good.” If it was right and the storyline was right and I was really wanted to and everything was right, abso-bloody-lutely, yes.

Fan: I asked Lana yesterday to do an impression of the cast, so I was wondering if you had an impression of Lana?

Bex: Of Lana?

Fan: Yeah. She did one of you yesterday.

Bex: Did she now? Was it any good?

Crowd: Yeah!

Bex: Oh, I��ll have to make her do it for me when I see her next week. Okay, Lana: [doing impression] Bexals! I love you! Let’s do tea. I’m so pretty. Oh my god, baby. [kiss sound] I love you. Oh my god. Absolutely. I’m the queen. [end impression] Thank you. I could do that all day. Next actor!

Fan: Hi. What is your favorite flower, and if it’s a rose, what color?

Bex: Are you heading out to the shops? Um…I like lilies. I like lilies. I like white lilies. Off you go. Get some money from my husband. He’ll get ‘em. Thank you! Love you!

Fan: My friend just left me so…

Bex: Rude.

Fan: First I wanted to ask my Chicagoans to stand. Any of them?

Bex: I’m stealing that line.

Fan: I wanted to thank you for bringing us together and helping us to find our best friends, and who is your best friend on the set?

Bex: Lana. And Emilie. And Sean. And Colin. That’s hard. It also depends on who’s working, but super fave…I like to go to Lana’s trailer. She makes really good tea for an American. She’s my only American friend that makes a cup of tea like a Brit, and that fact speaks to me. And she always has snacks and chocolate and cuddles. She gives really good hugs. And Emilie’s just delicious in her own way. And Colin—I like to make fun of him. When Sean’s there, he’s like…we’re like the same. Our English thing. They’re just all lovely. Thank you, Chicagoooooo!

Fan: This is about the driving and Zelena. Tell her not to feel bad, because that’s how I was when I first started driving too. And did she ever learn how to drive, do you think?

Bex: I mean, I think you saw it. I think that was it. I don’t know if she’ll ever get behind the wheel again. I mean, it’s a bit dangerous, isn’t it? Take all the residents out, the dogs, the cats, the dustbins. Everything’s gonna go. I really do not believe she belongs behind the wheel. Maybe get a bicycle like in the film, and then I could look better in the front. Yay! Bicycle it is. Thank you.

Fan: If you could be a scented candle, what smell would you be?

Fan (in crowd): Ginger!

Bex: Prosecco and ginger.

Fan: Before I ask my question, I have one thing to say. You guys, the floor is lava.

Bex: ???

Fan: Does anyone know what I’m talking about?

Crowd: Cheers

Bex: I don’t.

Fan: I’ll tell you what it is. So there’s this thing going around the Internet where you say “The floor is lava”, and everyone freaks out and has to get off the floor. It’s like that game everyone played when they were little where they had to jump like from furniture piece to furniture piece.

Bex: Like parkour in the living room.

Fan: So my question is, like, about acting, because when I go to college next year, I’m going to be majoring in acting because that’s what I want to do. I want to be able to do what you guys do, so I can meet all my fans and stuff.

Bex: I want the glory! I have to work. [sound of disappointment.]

Fan: The thing is I’m terrified of auditioning and my question is what was your, what would be your best piece of advice for someone who is terrified of actually, like, auditioning or something?

Bex: It’s definitely a mental thing. You can learn all your lines, prepare the character, get a cute outfit, look exactly right, and then get to the audition and your like…[sings] I think I’m having a heart attack. I can’t feel my left arm. [end singing] Oh my god! I mean trust me; I have so been there. So what I would do is I would get there early and then if there’s a Starbucks nearby…not get coffee, get like a calm chamomile tea, and then if I have my car with me, sit in my car and put on like really relaxing music that soothes me. But besides all of those little tricks that I would try to do, I would, in my mind, visualize it going really well, and visualize the moment where I come out like “I think it went really well”, because ultimately you have to remind yourself, it’s not about getting the part. It’s about making a fan. And you want to leave them, that person’s going “Oh my god, Rebecca Mader could not have been more wrong for that part, but I really believed what she was saying, and she was really sweet”, and then they’ll think of me for the next time. So you’ve got to take the pressure off yourself and just surrender it and give it to the universe, and just trust that the right part will be yours.

Fan: Yeah, the coffee part’s gonna be hard, because I really, really…

Bex: Never before and audition! Don’t ever do that. If you go to do it, remember this conversation.

Fan: I will.

Bex: Alright?

Fan: I will.

Bex: Good girl.

Fan: My question is, in what ways do you think you and Zelena are similar?

Bex: Red hair, blue eyes, really funny, really humble. No, I lied. She’s really not. Somebody asked me this the other day, and I think one thing I’ve learned from Zelena, is that she doesn’t care what anybody thinks about her, and I spent my entire life worrying about what other people thought about me. And I think playing her for four years has really freed me up to not give an s-h-i-t about what people think about me anymore. I don’t know how long I’ve got left. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be here, so why not just be me? And if people don’t like it, whatever. I’ve got Netflix. I’ve got [didn’t catch this]. I’ve got mates, and I think that we all put these masks on and try and please, and pretend to be other people, and I think, you know, Zelena’s green was her mask. It was her jealously, it was her fear. And now she’s her again, she’s given up her magic, she’s stripped down, she’s white, she’s herself. And yeah, she still says snotty things, but people are “Uh, that’s just Zelena”. So I think learning to be unapologetically myself, I think I’ve taken it from her.

Fan: Hi Bex. It’s my sister’s birthday, and, um…

Bex: Happy birthday!

Fan: Thank you.

Bex: You’re welcome.

Fan: And can you rap Hamilton?

Bex: I haven’t even listened to it yet.

Fan (in crowd): What?!

Bex: There’s a reason! Hashtag no judgements. I can smell it from here. I’m going to go and see it, hopefully in October, and I couldn’t decide whether I should learn the words first, or whether just go and see it and then learn the words. I’m really torn about it, but if I can meet you again after I’ve seen it, I will rap it to you-know-what with you.

Fan (in crowd): Make sure you bring tissues!

Bex: Okay!

Fan: Awesome. The floor’s Rebecca Mader.

Bex: Everybody get down. Rebecca Mader just got covered in cuteness.

Fan (in audience): That’s why we love you!

Bex: Love you too.

Very young fan: So, if you melted again, what power or potion would you use? I do not suggest dragon root, because it might burn your face off.

Bex: ???

Very young fan: If you could make yourself solid again and like, unmelt yourself again, like you did, what potion would you use?

Bex: I don’t know, have you got one?

Very young fan: I really don’t know what you would use, but I wouldn’t suggest dragon root, because it would burn your face off.

Bex: I mean, I don’t know. Hopefully Regina’s got a potion, because if I melted, I couldn’t even pick up a potion to bring myself back together again. No hands; I’m just melted and lava. Green lava. I don’t know, I’m gonna have to work on that potion just in case I do melt again, which now I’m worried about it now that you brought it up. Did that answer your question?

Very young fan: By the way, my names Evangelina, like Angelina Jolie but with an “e-v” in front.

Bex: That’s pretty cool. I have a feeling she’s gonna grow up to become an actress. Starting it out now. You’re gorgeous.

Fan: Hello!

Bex: Ooo! Hello. You look gorgeous.

Fan: Thanks. So, Zelena did such a good job in the musical episode. I was wondering if you had any musical background or how you prepared for it.

Bex: You look really good! Look at you.

Fan: Thanks!

Bex: Aww! I want to wrap you up and take you home. I’d probably get arrested. Um, no. I don’t have any musical background. That musical was the first time I’d ever done it in my life. Yeah, that was a first. It was very terrifying, but I did it. Thank you.

Fan: Thank you!

Bex: Love your costume.

Fan: Hi Bex, my name is Catriona.

[Lee Arenberg comes on stage, signaling the coming end of the panel, and the crowd boos.]

Lee: That was so messed up.

Fan (Catriona): What?! Why?

Lee: Relax! I didn’t say you couldn’t. I always come out, I’ll say “last question”, so you can do what you want after you. Everybody take a chill pill. If you didn’t get in line quick enough, you snooze you lose. Geez, everyone’s always so disappointed when I walk out. It sucks.

Bex: To be fair, though, when you walked in, I did cheer. That does make up for the boos when you came out, doesn’t it?

Lee: Whenever I see you, my heart goes ba-boop, ba-boop, ba-boop.

Bex (to fan): Alright, what’s your question, babe?

Fan: My question is what is the craziest thing you did with a fan, and what did you say?

Bex: What I did with them?

Fan: Yeah.

Bex: Well, I’d be arrested if I told you. Does Mark count as a fan? I married him.

Fan: I love you! Thank you!

Bex: I love you too, take care.

Lee: Alright, last one for Bex.

Very young fan: Hi! My name’s Arianna and I’m a big fan and yesterday was my birthday and I turned seven.

Bex: (singing) Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday little mini me; happy birthday to you! (end singing)

Very young fan: And my question is, um, what is your favorite song?

Bex: I mean, (singing) wicked always wins. (end singing) Thank you!

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20th Century Women! the BEST!

SO GOOD! 1000 stars! ----- more serious tone 2 follow -----

On January 20th, 2017, the day of Donald Trump’s Presidential Inauguration (first time typing that wow!), and the eve of the emphatically responsive Women’s March on Washington, production house A24 quietly made a politically charged announcement. The distributor behind recent indie films including Spring Breakers, Moonlight, The Lobster, and most of the other great films of the last five years, declared that all of the opening weekend earnings of its newest film, 20th Century Women, would be donated directly to Planned Parenthood. At a time when bigotry and misogyny have found new footing in popular discourse, this gesture of compassion to women across America came as a striking reminder of the pragmatic potential of artists for aiding social justice. It is also emblematic of writer-director Mike Mills’ uncompromisingly feminist, remarkably empathetic mission in 20th Century Women.

Mills’ most recent venture, 2012’s Beginners, starred Christopher Plummer as a fictionalized version of his father. It was well-received largely due to the powerful tenderness and warmth Mills imbued on his characters, but suffered occasionally from some overly sentimental indie-romance quirks (see: “Why are you at a party if you’re sad?”). This year’s first classic film, 20th Century Women, takes a similar quasi-autobiographical tact, however it forgoes conspicuous quirk in favour of genuine feeling and laughter. Annette Bening stars as Dorothea, representing Mills’ single mother, who, along with Abbie (Greta Gerwig) and Julie (Elle Fanning), attempts to raise her fifteen year old son, Jamie (Lucas Jade Zumman, for whose performance a Wikipedia page has definitely been earned) in 1979 Santa Barbara.

The real life inspiration for 20th Century Women is evident in every component of Mills’ film. From the colourful, lush set designs, to the early post-punk soundtrack, to the candid, poignant dialogue, Mills’ deep, personal connection to his subject is readily apparent. He writes his female characters with a deep seated admiration and understanding, which never reads as presumptuous. As women they are flawed, but never condescended to; not fully understood, but admired all the more in their inscrutability.

Of course, none of this is possible without the magnetic performances from across his ensemble cast. This is a film that will you searching everyone involved’s IMDB profile for anything you haven’t already seen (also check out Mike Mills’ 90s punk band, Butter ‘08 on the Beastie Boys’ old Grand Royal label!). Annette Bening exudes a remarkably assured liveliness each time she enters the frame. With a cigarette perpetually perched between two fingers, her superbly expressive face breathes volumes into the pause of her frequent, “Yeah . . . no,” response. Clad in silk floral pajamas, or the bluest bell bottoms you could imagine, her emotionally honest, collective approach to parenting conveys emotional depths far exceeding her role as a mother. Her work is complemented by the inimitable mumble-core alum Greta Gerwig, supporting here as the art school graduated, cervical cancer survivor Abbie, boarding in Dorothea’s home, and Elle Fanning as Julie, the infinitely perplexing and unattainable girl next door, who frequently sleeps in Jamie’s bed.

While these three characters could be read at first glance as essentially the same California woman at different times in her life, as the film progresses, we are privileged deeper insight into their particular anxieties. Particularly revealing is a dinner party scene following a viewing of Jimmy Carter’s “a crisis of confidence” speech. Varying perspectives of radical feminism butt heads over supper, culminating with Abbie confronting each male guest with their reluctance to utter the word “menstruation”, and Julie unflinchingly detailing the painful loss of her virginity.

The sexual focus of second wave feminism in the 1970s is integral to 20th Century Women. We watch as Dorothea, Abbie and Julie grapple with their unique concepts of femininity, each shaped by circumstance, literature, and society. Only a few years removed from puberty, Jamie is given Susan Lydon’s Politics of the Orgasm by Abbie. As he embraces the tenets of radical feminism, he struggles to understand the women in his own life, outside of their relation to him. While both Lucas Jade Zumman and Billy Crudup (as William, an aging California hippie brought in by Dorothea to help raise Jamie) give stirring performances, the spotlight is cast definitively on the three female leads, constructed with careful attention to detail and a surplus of affection.

Mills succeeds in creating a world that feels at once foreign to the viewer and lived-in by his characters. The vividness of his pre-Reagan California is bolstered by his characters’ forays into California’s burgeoning underground music scene. Indeed, as much as 20th Century Women showcases Mills’ reverence for the women of his teenage years, it forefronts the music that made him. After questioning the legitimacy of a fellow skateboarder’s professed sexual exploits, Jaime is told, prior to being punched in the face, that “the Talking Heads are a bunch of fags,” (he later returns home to his mom’s Volkswagen spray painted with the words “ART FAG” and “BLACK FLAG”). In Dorothea’s never ending quest to better understand to her son, she and William try to dance to a few records from his shelf. While they struggle with the appeal of Black Flag’s “Nervous Breakdown”, the Talking Heads’ (or as Dorothea calls them, the “art fags”) “The Big Country” strikes a chord with both of them.

In 20th Century Women’s less than two hour runtime, very little happens. It would be difficult to discern any kind of teleological storyline carrying all the way through, or any easily summarized take-home message. This is strange, because watching 20th Century Women, one feels as if Mills is moving mountains. While this effect could be termed a lack of focus on the part of the filmmaker, I see it rather as an effective subversion of our narrative expectations. Although we’re tempted to look forward to Jamie’s losing his virginity to Julie as a sort of culmination of themes, the script is too insistently thoughtful and empowering of its female characters to allow for this familiar, male-centered coming-of-age tale ending to occur. Mills doesn’t want to sell us a neat, fictional resolution, because his story comes from lived experience.

Mills’ ever-mobile camera rarely strays far from close up shots of his leads. His tight focus allows for their facial expressions to do much of the dramatic heavy lifting. However, when the rare widescreen, outdoor shot fills the screen, one gets a scene of how vast the world is which continues to exist outside of these characters’ deeply personal struggles. Mills’ vision may be ambitious in terms of character depth, but he recognizes the limitations of his film’s scope, and thus his reach never exceeds his grasp.

Where he succeeds most resoundingly is in forging real emotional bonds between the characters onscreen and audience members. Mills never hits you over the head with emotional highs and lows, but rather presents a mixed bag throughout. One such bittersweet moment comes in a plainspoken heart to heart between Dorothea and Abbie. Dorothea informs Abbie, concerning Jamie, “You get to see him out in the world, as a person… I never will.” Abbie responds by presenting her an overexposed polaroid of Jamie at a punk show, with a goofy, probably inebriated expression on his face. The scene is heartrending and relatable, due to the multilayered connection we have to Mills’ characters. At once we feel for Dorothea, Abbie, and Jamie, all for different reasons.

Unlike Beginners, the believable emotional heft of 20th Century Women is never undone by questionable directorial choices. Although the kaleidoscope trail of cars cruising down coastal highways (a nod to the classic Czech New Wave film, Daisies) does feel a little heavy-handed the fourth time around, for the most part, Mills’ quirks feel entirely fitting and deserved by the unconventional script. The only time I questioned the world presented before me was when Jamie hopped into an acquaintance's car to head to L.A. for a DIY punk show, and I wondered if high school could actually have been this cool in 1979.

20th Century Women ends with a shot of Dorothea riding in the cockpit of a biplane, seemingly carefree, laughing exuberantly. The view is sumptuous and refreshing. We have already been given the details of her eventual death, as she states omnisciently, “I will prepare for Y2K before I die.” “As Time Goes By” starts playing, I cry, and we understand that as vivid and complete as the preceding two hours have felt, Mills’ film will not presume to be anything more than it is: a portrait of three women, a man, and a teenager living in Santa Barbara in 1979.

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call-me-rei · 3 years

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Chapter 36

“You make me feel like home.”

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So much happened after our song premiere that it was hard to keep track of it all.

First off, Vic and I got an A on our project. Ms. Pope said she loved how she could feel the emotion behind the words I sang. Oh, if only she knew the whole story behind those lyrics.

The day after that Mom was home when I got back from school. That didn’t happen often so I knew something was wrong. I just wasn’t prepared for how wrong things were.

“What’s up?” I asked Mom when I saw her sitting at the kitchen island. It was weird that her car was in the driveway when I got home. She usually worked until about seven o’clock.

“I got a call today,” she said with a deep sigh. I immediately sat next to her.

“What happened?” Worry was rushing through me. Had she gone to the doctor and gotten bad news? Did she hear something from my school? Did she lose her job? That would explain why she was home early. So many different questions were racing through my mind, screaming at me, that I almost missed what my mom said next.

“It was our lawyer. It’s about Rick.”

The anxiousness in my system was replaced with rage. I never wanted to hear that man’s name again after what he’d done to me and my mom. My fist clenched on top of the counter, my fingernails digging into my skin. I’m sure I was bleeding, but I didn’t feel a thing at that moment aside from pure hatred.

Mom had had enough sense to divorce him after he’d hit me the first time and the restraining order was going to be in effect forever, so why was she bringing him up? He should’ve been a distant memory. A bad memory, but a memory nonetheless.

“Did the lawyer call to tell you he’s rotting in prison?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Not exactly…”

The lawyer wanted me to testify. Rick was on trial to be sent away on a third-degree assault charge on a minor and family member and a second-degree aggravated assault charge with a weapon. He was facing up to thirty years in prison.

When Mom gave me the details I didn’t hesitate to go with her to the lawyer’s office. I wanted Rick to rot in prison, and even though thirty years wasn’t forever, it was long enough for me.

I sat in a room with my mom, the lawyer, a stenographer, and a tape recorder. I told them everything that happened after Thanksgiving. I relived it all. Every hit with the golf club, every angry word that was drunkenly spoken to me, and every thought that went through my mind as I was facing death. Mom was in tears when I was done.

The lawyer asked if there were any other witnesses besides our neighbors who the police had already spoken to. I mentioned Vic and the FaceTime call we were on when it all happened. He needed to come in and testify too.

Since Vic was eighteen, he didn’t need to be accompanied by his parents, but they weren’t too happy to hear that he was going to testify in an assault case. Mrs. Fuentes requested that I was in the room with him since he hadn’t told her all of the details of that night. They knew I had been hurt and was in the hospital for a long time, but they didn’t know who’d done it or why. The lawyer agreed because he wanted to make sure our stories were congruent, and since I couldn’t tell a lie to save my life it seemed fitting.

Once all the testimonies were taken the lawyer assured us that we wouldn’t have to go to court; the recordings were going to be enough. So we continued to go to school. I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach, but that proved to be easier said than done. The night after Vic had given his testimony I had a panic attack that stemmed from a nightmare. A part of me apparently thought Rick would be acquitted and come back for revenge. This time he’d kill me and Mom.

I didn’t tell anyone about the nightmare, but all of my friends knew something was wrong. I guess they figured that I was nervous about the trial that was coming. They were partially right.

The trail came and went days later. The pictures of the crime scene, witness accounts, and the various testimonies did everything they were meant to. We heard from the lawyer that the jury found Rick guilty within the hour. He was going away for the full thirty-year sentence. Mom and I slept soundly that night.

That all happened in the three days before spring break. By the time the holiday came we all needed a break. Luckily Lynn had the perfect plan.

“Santa Monica!” Lynn shouted. We were all hanging out on the beach during lunch. We’d stopped by a deli and were sitting in the sand watching the waves crash against the shore and discussing plans for the next week.

“We get it, you’re going to Santa Monica,” I said sarcastically. Lynn rolled her eyes at me and sat back down next to Tony.

“No you ass, I’m saying we’re going to Santa Monica.”

“We are?” Jaime asked.

Lynn nodded excitedly. “My parents have a beach house that they never use. We could go up there and spend the week. It’ll be epic!”

“And your parents will be cool with you going to a beach house with random guys they never met?” Vic asked. He was referring to himself, Mike, Tony, and Jaime. They’d been hanging out with us for a few months, but they hadn’t been introduced to Lynn’s family like the rest of us had.

“Minor technicality,” Lynn waved him off. “Let me worry about that. You guys focus on all the fun we’re gonna have!”

Lynn was right, we did have a lot of fun. We all spent a week tanning, relaxing, and enjoying each other’s company. Vic was extra affectionate with me, not that I minded. We were away from familiar faces, so we were able to act like a couple as much as we wanted. We shared kisses on the beach, in the ocean, around town, and in the privacy of the bedroom we shared.

I wanted to confess my love for him that week. There were so many seemingly perfect moments, but it never felt right. I would always psych myself out of it, thinking it wouldn’t be reciprocated. I didn’t want to admit this huge thing then be rejected. I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t fully believe that Vic wouldn’t say it back, but that little bit of doubt grew with every passing thought.

I tried not to dwell on it too much though. When the time was right we’d both feel it and we’d both say it. At least, that’s what I told myself to stop the obsessive thoughts about the topic.

Now it was April and spring had hit San Diego hard. Plants were budding with new flowers and the sky was consistently clear. Everyone wanted to be outside doing anything. Teachers held classes in the courtyard whenever possible and more students went off campus to the park or beach for lunch.

Our little group found ourselves at the park this time. We weren’t too concerned about eating and were more focused on enjoying the weather. Mike was laying across a picnic table with Ashley laying across the seat of it; Tony had his feet resting on Mike’s thighs. Sav, Tori, and Jaime were laying in the grass staring at the sky; Vic and I were leaning against a tree with Lynn opposite us.

“Why don’t we fly kites?” Vic gave Jaime a confused look as he gazed down at him.

“Hime, do you have a kite?” he asked.

“If I did, would you fly a kite with me?”

Vic chuckled. “Probably not.”

“Man, you’re no fun. You have no whimsy.”

I leaned my head on Vic’s shoulder as I giggled at Jaime’s response. “I’ll fly kites with you, Hime.”

Jaime sat up and turned to me, his smile beaming across his face. “Thank you, Kellin! I knew you were the better one in your relationship.” I giggled again when I felt Vic’s shoulder tense. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was scowling.

“Hey Kell, maybe we can fly kites this weekend for your birthday?”

I opened my mouth to tell him it wouldn’t be a bad idea when Vic cut me off.

“Sorry, but Kellin has plans.”

I lifted my head off of his shoulder to look at him. “I do?”

“Yeah.” I scowled. He’d said it like it was common knowledge. Like, the sky is blue, fish live under water, Vic had planned something for my birthday. You know, just things I should already know.

“Since when?”

He shrugged. “Since now, I guess.”

“And you didn’t want to give me a heads up? And what are you laughing at?”

I focused my attention on Lynn who was in a fit of giggles across from me. “Well, you don’t have much room to talk. You did ignore him on his birthday. Think of this as his payback.”

“Whose side are you on?” I asked with a frown.

“The side that’s winning,” she joked.

Vic smiled triumphantly and pushed Lynn’s knee playfully. “See, I knew I liked you.”

***

Vic had sent me a weird text Saturday night. We had been texting before bed and he told me to be at his house the next day at 7:17 PM. I’d asked him why, but he told me not to worry about it and just be there on time.

I wasn’t stupid, I knew the cryptic message had to do with my birthday, but I didn’t know why he wanted that specific ass time. Nonetheless, I got in my car and drove to his place. I got there with ten minutes to spare.

I rang the doorbell and stood on the porch as I listened to it ring inside of the house. Then I heard muffled voices. Then some shuffling. Finally, the door opened to reveal an annoyed Mike.

“Uh, hey,” I stuttered. “You okay?”

He shook his head. “My brother’s a jerk, but you know that already. Anyway,” he stood aside, “come on in.”

I mumbled a “thanks” and entered the house. Mike shut the door behind me. “So is Vic in his room?”

Mike sighed. “No.” I cocked my eyebrow questionably at his solemn mood. I was going to ask him about it when he pulled a bandana out from his pocket. “Vic wants you to put this on.”

“What?”

“That’s what I said!” His outburst startled me so I jumped back. He looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, I’m just pissed that Vic is making me do this. But it’s important to him and shit so I guess I should? I don’t know.”

I stood by as he had this little conversation with himself. It lasted for another minute with him asking himself if it was worth it before I decided to interrupt him.

“What is Vic making you do?”

He sighed. “Making me make you put this on.” He handed me the bandana. I looked between him and the piece of fabric before covering my eyes with it.

“Vic better have a good reason for this,” I mumbled. I heard Mike chuckle behind me before his hands were on my shoulders.

“Take your time,” he instructed me. I took small steps in the direction he was guiding me. I felt that I looked like an idiot walking around the Fuentes’ house with a blindfold on and my arms out. Like a low budget mummy.

Mike led me down some area of the house before making me take a step down. Once I did I heard a door open and felt the air around me change. Mike placed both of his hands on my shoulders telling me to stop moving.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I knew we were outside now judging by the fact that I could clearly hear birds in the distance. What I didn’t know was where exactly we were and why the hell we were there.

I lost the presence behind me; Mike had left. My confusion grew. “Hello?” I called out. Someone took some steps toward me. I could hear their feet shuffle through the grass. “Mike?”

“Not quite. Same family, but I’m more attractive.”

I giggled. “Can I take this off to see your attractive face then?”

“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. I untied the bandana and squinted as I my eyes adjusted to the change in lighting.

I was breathless when my vision focused and I saw what was around me. I was in Vic’s backyard that had been decorated to look like something out of a romance movie. There were string lights hung up in between tree branches that went across the space. A huge white sheet was hung on the clothesline in front of the fence and a king-sized air mattress was in the grass with pillows and blankets on it. There were two pizza boxes, bottles of soda and water, various candies, and a bowl of popcorn on a table in front of the mattress.

“Vic, I…” I didn’t know what to say.

“I hope you like it. I know you like things like this, and I thought that since it’s such a nice day you’d like to be outside for a movie. And before you ask, no we’re not watching a rom-com.”

I tried to listen as he rambled on. Keyword was tried. I was more focused on the scene in front of me. It looked so thought out, like he’d planned this for a while. The thought of Vic stressing out about setting all of this up made my heart flutter.

“You did all of this for me?”

“Of course,” he answered. “It’s your birthday.”

I took a couple steps closer to him to close the gap between us. Without a second thought I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair and he instinctively put his hands on my hips as his lips moved against mine.

Time stood still during the kiss, just like it had done for all of our kisses. I focused on the feeling of his soft lips against mine, the feeling of his hands on my hips, the feeling of his hair between my fingers, and the feeling of my heart fluttering for him.

Unfortunately, an alarm startled us and caused us to jump apart.

“Shit,” I muttered and reached into my pocket. I had forgotten I’d set an alarm to make sure I was at Vic’s house on time. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” he responded a little flustered. I smiled at the sight of him. His lips were slightly swollen. “It’s good timing though.”

My smile faded as I looked at him in confusion. “Why?”

“Because it’s time. I wanted us to watch the sunset before the movie. That’s why I asked you over here at this time.”

I melted at his cuteness and pulled him with me. We walked to the air mattress and laid down to watch the sun set behind the fence. Once it was dark Vic got up and went behind the mattress to his computer. He turned on the projector and soon my favorite movie, Gangs of New York, was playing on the screen.

I knew Vic hadn’t seen the movie, so I enjoyed watching his reactions in between looking at the screen. We eventually ended up cuddling against each other as we watched Leonardo DiCaprio and Cameron Diaz kiss for the first time. Vic stole a kiss from me at that moment.

It was almost 9:30 when we finished the movie. I assumed Vic didn’t have anything else planned. Boy was I wrong.

“What now?” I asked through a fit of giggles when Vic picked me up and carried me over his shoulder. I had told him I was going to go home and he said, “No,” then picked me up without another word.

“Seriously, where are you taking me?” He still didn’t answer as he walked me back into the house. I lightly patted his back to get his attention which made him slap my butt in response. I kept my hands to myself after that.

We went straight out the front door and to the driveway. Vic didn’t put me down until he’d unlocked his car and opened the door. He went to the driver’s side after I was safely on my feet. I watched as he got in the car then called to me through the open passenger door, “You coming?”

I rolled my eyes but got in the car anyway. He started the car shortly after and we drove off into the night. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going no matter how many times I asked. After a few minutes of being shushed or ignored I decided to give up and stare out the window.

Soon we had stopped in a parking lot. Vic turned the car off and looked at me expectantly. “We’re here,” he said with a wide smile.

I looked out the windshield in confusion. I had expected to be in front of a building, but no, we were at the beach. “Vic?” I looked over to where he should’ve been sitting but he was gone. Before I could turn around I felt the air change. Vic had opened my car door for me.

I smiled at him and stepped out of my seat. Once he closed the door he took my hand in his and laced our fingers together. We walked hand in hand out of the parking lot and down the pier.

For as long as I’d lived in San Diego, I had only been to the beach closest to school. I hadn’t been down to the pier. Hell, I didn’t know there was a pier close to the neighborhood. Maybe that was why Vic had taken me there. He wanted us to have a unique memory in a new place.

I giggled as we walked; Vic was swinging our arms back and forth to a steady beat. He was being so cute that I couldn’t help but blush. My blush held on my face when he stopped us in front of an ice cream stand.

It was short-lived though.

“I still don’t get how you can eat that,” Vic said as I licked my two scoops of mint chocolate chip.

“You don’t have to understand it. It’s my birthday; I can do whatever I want.”

He chuckled as he leaned against the wooden railing of the pier. “Fine, but tomorrow I’m gonna flame your ass up.”

I smiled before grabbing his hand and locking our fingers together once again. “Well before you do, I wanna thank you for an amazing day. This was the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

He smiled back at me and squeezed my hand. “You deserve it, babe. I’m just glad I was the one to do all of this for you.”

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. It was the kind of kiss that came after a cliché heartfelt moment in a movie, very fitting for the occasion.

The day had felt like a movie. I was living in a fairytale with Prince Charming as my boyfriend. He was sweet, romantic, sexy, and caring, and he was all mine. I loved it. I loved him. I loved him with everything in me, and I hoped this kiss underneath the stars showed him that.

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nothingiseverasitseemss-blog · 6 years

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Finally goodbye

November 3, 2017

It’s been a while since I last wrote, I always want to. I really want to start keeping a journal but my life is so busy.

So let me update you on my oh complicated relationship with the one and only Jaime Torres.

Jaime is still gone from my life. He tried to come back after EIGHT months and for a second I almost let him. I almost texted him and asked him how he was and how he’s mom is and if he still works at the mall, I wanted to ask if honey is doing okay and if his brothers are helping out their mom. But I didn’t because I realized that is not my life anymore. That is no longer my place, and as much as I wish his whole family and even him well, I don’t want to hear about it. There is no such thing as small talk with Jaime. As much as it hurt not to ask, it felt even better to close the door for good.

This was our last conversation:

October 3, 2017, 9:10am

“U don’t get to come back in my life whenever it’s convenient for u. We havent talked in months and the last time I checked that was your decision. As much as I wish you well, I don’t want to hear about it. It took me a long time to get where I am and every time we talk there’s always so much drama. Whatever you want from me Jaime, just let it go please. I’m finally happy and yesterday when I saw that notification from you every emotion I ever felt for you came back, And I refuse to let you consume me again. You left for a reason, I stopped trying for a reason, lets not forget how toxic you are for me. Part of me wants to delete this whole thing and tell you everything thats happened that last 8 months, you would be so proud of everything I’ve accomplished. But I probably shouldn’t even be texting you because you don’t deserve to hear from me. I miss you everyday Jaime Torres, but I am a better person without you and I hope you respect and understand that” - Audrey Phillips

October 3, 2017, 8:07pm

“I am glad you are doing well. I can respect that you want to keep the doors of us closed. I just wanted to reach out to see how you were doing and hoped that everything was well with your family. I’m sorry for reach out, it wont happen again. If you ever feel like reaching out and feel like you would want to talk, don’t be afraid to.” -Jaime Torres

As much as it hurt knowing he’s not going to contact me again it felt so damn good to finally stay true to my word. After 6 years of dealing with him, after 6 years of all the broken promises, all the lies, and all the tears I am finally free. I wish I could stand on top of a mountain and just scream “I’M FINALLY FUCKING FREE FROM THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME”

For a long time, jaime was the best thing to ever happen to me, even after he put me through so much I still always forgave him because that’s who I thought I was meant to be with. And although sometimes I miss him, I never want to know him again.. I thought I was never ever going to be over Jaime, but how many times can you hurt someone before they leave for good? I remember when I first left to college, saying good bye to jaime was probably the hardest thing i had to do at that point in my life. And we both cried and cried. I remember the day like it was yesterday because it is one of the last times I felt like he truly loved me. He was being a dick the whole day before I left and didn’t come over until the night time and as mad as I was I let it go, because I knew i was leaving. When he came over, we took a bubble bath and just laid there in each other’s arms not talking because we didn’t want to think about me leaving and then we went to bed and before you know it, it was 5am time for me to leave and time for him to go. I have never heard him cry so loud before. He couldn’t even get the words out in person he had to call me and do it over the phone. He apologized for everything he put me through the last four years. He apologized for every girl he ever talked to, for every time he said he would come and he didn’t, for every lie he’s every told me. I could feel how sorry he was and how sad he was that I was leaving. Although we shared quite a few more amazing moments together since then, that was by far the best memory I have of him because, as much as it hurt to say goodbye, for the first time I felt like he was really sorry and he was really going to change.

Of course that didn’t happen, and not only did he keep doing the same things he did to me in high school, he went even further and did something I don’t think I will ever be strong enough to forget. I also remember this day like it was yesterday.

My freshman year in college, I came home for spring break and Jaime picked me up from the union station downtown (because I didn’t have a car at the time) and took me to my house. The moment I walked in the door my older sister was drunk and losing her mind. She didn’t even let me take my coat off, she pulled me into her room and told me the news right away. My mom relapsed. This has been my biggest fear. I lost so much sleep thinking about my mom relapsing that I didn’t believe it actually happened at first.

Sidetrack: my mom has struggled with addiction her whole life. and when I was in 4th grade I told my step dad about it and he got her clean. And for the next 7 years of my life she was clean. Completely clean. and then Amber and I went off to college and we moved from the small condo to a nice house and sooner or later the freedom got to my moms head.

Anyways, when she told me that my whole body went numb, I silenced her out for a moment and closed my eyes because I really couldn’t breathe. I went straight to jaime, crying my eyes out and he held me for so long. Mind you, he was the person I confided in when I was afraid that this would happen. And then my older sisters ex boyfriend came over and we decided to get our minds off of it and start drinking. And then Cindy and i went to the bathroom to talk because the boys were gonna smoke weed and we both didn’t smoke at that time and then we came back and the night went on. Then a week later I’m at a bar crawl with Cindy and her ex bf is there as well and he told me “all i’m gonna say is you need to stop fucking with jaime” and in my head I was thinking, “who is he talking to now” because over the years I lost count how many girls he’s actually talked to, how many girls I have actually talked to because of him. At first he wouldn’t tell me and then my older sister made him tell me and man did those words from his mouth hurt more than hearing he cheated. I still want to punch him in the face every time I think about it. Jaime Torres did COCAINE on my kitchen counter the same day I found out my mom relapsed and cried in his arms for hours! I still will never ever forget that. That was such a bad night, I was drunk at a bar wish I never met him.

That changed our whole relationship. Of course, he tried really hard after that and I tried to forgive him, but it never worked out. We never worked out, and with me being away at college made things easier for us to hurt one another. We both hooked up with other people but it wasn’t until jaime got an actual REAL girl friend that he met off of tinder that we were not getting back together. And although, part of me knew I needed to move on, I once again I found myself in a fucking love triangle, dealing with jaime and his new girlfriend.

I knew I had to change my life. Since I was so in love with Jaime, I fell out of love with myself and that’s why I think it was so hard for me to leave him. Jaime was always the first to point out my flaws. He didn’t like the way I dressed, the color of my hair, the kind of shoes I was wearing, I was even afraid to swallow in front of him ( I still kind of am) without him complaining that I swallow too loud. if that’s even a thing? I spent 5 years of my life, constantly changing who I was to be who Jaime wanted and no matter what I changed about me, he still found something else that he didn’t like. He brought up me needing braces so much that I couldn’t talk to someone for more than 1 minute without thinking they are looking at my teeth.

Jaime never really told me how much I meant to him unless I threatened to leave him. He would constantly talk to girls, it didn't matter who or what they looked like if they had a vagina and they gave Jaime just the slightest bit of attention, he was all over that. And for a while, I told myself that “we are both so young, this is just part of life, jaime will grow out of this phase and we’ll be together again” but what does he do instead of trying to work on himself, he gets a girlfriend. When he first told me about her, I didn't talk to him for two weeks. and then of course, their relationship started getting bad and before I knew it, I’m naked in Jaime’s bed once again. The girls jaime would talk to ALWAYS knew about me and they didn’t care so I guess when he would come back to me after he was done with them, I would take him back because I felt like I won in a way and that at the end of it all Jaime still chose me, he would always choose me. (I know, it was really really toxic)

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to move on. I’ve talked to a lot of different boys, I’ve even had consistent hook up buddies for a long time, and went on some really really awesome dates but they never turned into anything. And for a while I thought it was because I was meant to be with jaime, because know matter who came into my life and who came into his life we always found our way back and that was comforting to me. So for the first year and a half of college I had my hook up buddies at school and Jaime in Chicago.

It’s not as nice as it sounds, jaime developed a drug problem from the first time he did it at my house, and since I’ve been through it before with my mom I thought I could help him. I thought I could get him better. Drugs have always been a sensitive topic to me, it hits home really hard and he became insensitive to that, he started begging me to do drugs with him. He forgot that not only was I dealing with his drug problem, I was now dealing with my moms too. But when he got his new girlfriend they would go to concerts and do drugs together and that’s when I realized they deserve each other. Looking back, I feel so stupid. I spent so much of life chasing after a boy that was never going to love me the way I loved him.

Winter break of my Junior year in college, I spent a lot of time with jaime, and at the time I was also talking to another boy, named Graham, and we were talking for 7 months at that time. We would just have sex and go on a lot of awesome dates (even took a road trip to Colorado) but then not talk when we weren't together like at all, which did what you would expect it to do, fuck with my emotions because when we were together, we were really together. but when we weren’t it was like I didn’t exist. Each time we spent together, I slowly started falling for him, and I thought the more we talked the more he will like me. I always kept jaime close though because even though I was talking to someone new and so was jaime, I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye.

Anyways winter break was awesome. Jaime broke up with his gf (again), and we spent a lot of time together. And then my second semester of junior year started and slowly, the text messages stopped from jaime. And I was going crazy. Constantly texting him “are we okay” “do you still love me” “are you talking to someone” and he would always reassure we that we were okay, he was just busy focusing on “himself”.

And then Graham came to visit me a weekend in late January, and were laying in my bed just finished having sex and he told me he was talking to someone else and that he was most likely going to start dating her when she gets home for the summer in MAY! mind you, it was only January so he said “we can have sex until that, but once she comes home, we’re gonna have to stop”. At that moment, I just wanted to cry and run away and never look back. I was so confused because we just spent the last 8 months together hanging out and then he meets this girl and goes on a couple dates and all of sudden wants to date her, so I asked him “why not me?”, I remember being so afraid to know the answer, but I had to ask. And he said “He didn’t know, he couldn’t answer” and I knew that was such bullshit, but I didn’t want him to know that it bothered me more than he already thought it did, because if he wasn’t falling for me, I was sure as hell not going to tell him I was falling for him. So I pulled my big girl panties up and acted like it didn't bother me and just counted down the hours until he left. When he drove away, I knew I was never going to see him again because although, I didn’t love myself then I still knew I deserved better. I was not going to have sex with him knowing that he was going to leave me in a couple months to be with someone else.

When graham left, I went to my room and I cried. I felt so ugly. I thought I was never going to find a guy that loves me because my smile was not perfect. I know it sounds silly, but everyone around me had a perfect smile and then their was me “the soft smile girl”. I’ve been insecure about my teeth my whole life but we could never afford braces. So I learned how to hide my teeth as much as possible. I learned how to talk without showing my top teeth at all, and there was never a time when I smiled with my teeth, my laugh transformed into a small little chuckle and huge grin because I was even too afraid of my teeth showing.

I was sad for a long time, and during this whole process of clearing Graham out of my life, I didn’t realize that I was also clearing Jaime out of my life.

It wasn’t until valentines day when I sent jaime a valentines day text and he didn't respond until very late at night that I knew I was going to be okay. I didn’t bother replying with a long text message, I didn’t argue with him about it, I didn’t stalk his life to see who he was talking to. I just opened his text message that said “happy valentines day, I hope you had a good day, i love you” and deleted it. Because I knew he was moving on and I did not want to be apart of his relationships anymore. I made all my accounts on private so Jaime wouldn’t be able to stalk me. At the time, I didn’t know it was really over. But, the more I thought about everything Jaime and Graham put me through the more I wanted to be alone. I was the lowest, I have ever felt in my life.

Then my friend told me when I was talking to her about my insecurities, “someone told me once, if you don’t like something about yourself, only you can fix it, and if you cant fix it right now because of other factors, then focus on things you can fix”. And honestly that is one of the best advice i’ve ever gotten. And that’s when I realized that maybe I couldn’t afford braces right at that moment, but I could improve other aspects about myself. And I really wish I remembered more of how it happened but it happened so fast, I didn't even get a chance to sit down and reflect. I first started with making my bed every morning before I left for the day because I once read that, coming home to a made bed, even after having a shitty day makes you feel better and as silly as it sounds it really did. Coming home to a nice and made bed, no matter what happened that day, gave me comfort. I found a new love in the gym. I started educating myself on things that I always wanted to do but never had the time to or the motivation to do it, which encouraged me to change my eating habits completely.

I was slowly becoming happy and every time I felt like I was about to cave in, I think of the times Jaime hurt me. And each time I would remember different things but one story always popped up in my head. The day he did drugs on my kitchen counter, when I was maybe 200 feet away in the bathroom. I think about how bad my mom is struggling with her addiction, and how easy it was for jaime to offer drugs to me and continue to do them knowing I was really struggling. And with that, I found myself from wanting to talk to him to hoping he never came back. The more I fought the urge, the longer I went without hearing from Jaime, the less I thought about him, the happier I got.

For the first time in 6 years I was really alone. I was not talking to anymore nor was I looking for someone. I was falling in love with myself, every day that passed, more improvement showed. I could feel myself changing into a different person but for the better. I could feel how happy my body was that I was taking care of it. Although there were still things I wanted to change about myself, I stopped wishing for those things to change. I had confidence I never knew I had.

And then before I knew it, the semester was over and I was moving back home for the summer. Which scared me a little because that means I was going to be 10 miles away from Jaime. Being at school made it easier for me to get over him because I was able to distract myself but I could tell you the fastest way to get to his house from any point in Chicago. I was scared I wasn’t strong enough.

I must admit it was so weird not running to Jaime’s house after settling in, even my mom commented and said“I’m surprised your staying here tonight” because even though its was the longest I ever went without talking to Jaime my family always thought I was going to take him back. But there I was three months later, still clean. And then my birthday came along, and I was a little nervous because I knew I was going to be drunk if jaime texted me. Although, it stung a little that he didn’t wish me a happy birthday, I was happy he didn’t because honestly, it would have not done any good for either of us. We were not meant to be together and I was finally accepting that. As the days went on, the more comfortable I became in my own skin.Graham and I reconnected over the summer and I got finally got braces! And then before I knew it, summer was over and I was moving back to school to start my senior year in college!

When I found happiness within myself I realized, that I couldn’t let go of Jaime because I didn’t know who I was.

I wish I could write down all the awful things Jaime put me through, but the truth is, I want to forget about all of them. If I wrote them down I would be putting myself through it again. Although I have forgiven him, I hope I never see him again because, he was the worst thing to ever happen to me.

Nine months ago, Jaime stopped talking to me for a reason and for whatever that reason is, I hope he finds happiness within that. I hope he meets a love so strong that it’s easy for him to stay faithful, I hope he doesn’t do drugs forever, and that he moves to California and follows his dream to become a comedian. I hope he appreciates his mom as much as he can because she’s only getting older and she is one of the best people out there, I hope he takes every opportunity he can to become a better person, and most importantly I hope that he is happy.

If you ever read this jaime, I hope you know I don’t hate you but I don’t love you either. I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too.

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