#mentions of Sam and Michelle

[ejzah]

Could you write a fanfiction set during the events of the season 8 finale where Kensi and Deeks take a moment to grieve and comfort each other over Michelle's death and Sam's heartache, taking place after Callen and Sam leave the scene, but before they get back to Ops.

A/N: This one was a little hard since I didn’t want Kensi and Deeks to come off as selfish.

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When No One Wins

Deeks glanced around the crime scene, shaking his head at the carnage left behind. The coroner had taken Michelle’s—had taken Michelle, and Callen and Sam had left shortly after. Only a few cops remained, processing the last of the evidence, and so forth.

It was horrific, not in the least because they’d been so close. So close to saving Michelle, to keeping Sam’s life whole. He kept running through what they could have done differently, where they’d been too slow or too stupid to it the pieces together. And Michelle had paid the price.

Turning away from the lines of caution tape, Deeks glanced around for Kensi. He’d last seen her talking to one of the LAPD officers maybe 15 minutes ago, but had lost track of her since.

A rush of panic, and the sudden, intense need to find her had him ducking back under the yellow tape. He didn’t think Tahir would attack her, but he needed to check for his own peace of mind. After a few minutes, he found her tucked away at the very back of the building.

“Kensi? Did you find something else?” he asked, covering his relief at the sight of her.

“No, I, uh, I needed a minute,” she said softly.

“Sam and Callen already left, so we should probably get back.” Kensi nodded in response, just the edge of her jaw visible, but it was enough for him to tell she was barely holding back tears. “Hey, come here.”

“I’m fine, I just—” she waved her hand in a vague gesture, keeping her body firmly turned away from him.

“Kens.”

At the sound of her name, she crumpled, shoulders caving inward as she cupped her palms over her face.

“Oh baby,” he murmured, gently taking her arm, and she didn’t resist when he tugged her into his arms. Burying her face in his chest, Kensi gripped the back of his shirt so tightly, he felt her nails dig slightly into his skin. Her shoulders heaved with silent sobs.

“I can’t believe this happened,” she gasped. “Michelle’s gone. I thought we’d find her in time.”

“I know, me too.” He swallowed heavily, his anger from before giving way to sadness. He clutched Kensi to him, breathing in her familiar scent, the comforting press of her body against his.

After a few minutes Kensi heaved a sigh, rubbing both hands over her damp cheeks as she eased back.

“What are we going to do?”

“We’re going to take a minute, grieve, for Michelle, for Sam,” he said in a gravelly voice, brushing his fingers up and down Kensi’s back. “And then we do whatever it takes to find Tahir. Because that’s what Sam’s going to need right now. We support him however we can.”

“It won’t make this right,” she said, shaking her head. “Nothing will.”

“I know it won’t. But it’s the best we can do.”

Kensi pressed her lips together, visibly fighting for control of her emotion. She looked up at Deeks, carefully cupping his cheeks, and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you,” she said with great intent in her voice.

He was almost certain she was thinking of Sam and Michelle, and the utter unpredictability of the future.

“I love you too.” He embraced her again, allowing himself one more moment of selfishness. “Now let’s go help Sam.”

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A/N: I hope this is alright, if a little different than what you might have imagined. I’ll admit while I did review a few clips and the transcript, I did not rewatch this arc, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Rest in peace, Michelle.

Thanks for the prompt!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Burn the House Down Playlist: Cynthia Freeman

My beloved Cynthia. (Confession: she's my favorite character. Her self-respect arc is one of my favorites in the book...I say even though I am so proud of all of them and tomorrow I might say that Annette's loneliness/maturity arc or Luis' forgiveness/pride arc or Preston's arrogance/loyalty arc or Janine's greek-tragedy-hubris/apology arc is my favorite.) The First Lady in our hearts, Cynthia Freeman is arguably the hero of the story despite the book being titled around Janine. She loves Janine to her own destruction but, more importantly, loves her adopted daughter and loves herself. She's the power behind the crown, the motivation behind Janine's moves, the storyteller. As her playlist character description promises:

Her students' favorite teacher. Annette's mom. Janine's wife. Her own damn person.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @onebigfangirlworld

[secretlycursedd]

Do you ever think about what an insane run of episodes was in season 11? First we got Safe House (11x16), where the entire episode there were comparisons of Bobby and Rufus (just friends) and Dean and Sam (not even more than friends, but rather more than brothers) working on the same case and experiencing the same threats to life, to which we received two very different reactions:

Then we got Red Meat (11x17), which can practically be considered the bible of Wincest and it had such amazing comparisons as: Dean treating Sam's wound - Corbin treating Michelle's wrists

Corbin helping Michelle stay on her feet - Dean helping Sam stay on his feet

(not to mention the entire episode, we literally got a comparison not only to a romantic couple, but to Romeo and Juliet) And then there was The Chitters (11x19), where not only did Dean himself compare his relationship with Sam to a married gay couple, but we also got this super telling shot at the end:

Whoever wrote those episodes were on a mission and I'm forever grateful to them for this.

[thingsmethinks]

Things I want to see in Ted Lasso S4 that are very reasonable:

Roy Kent Bi!Arc. Totally plausible, have you seen him

Dr. Jake loses his license and goes to jail <3, Michelle finds a better therapist and gets better.

Ted Lasso gets drunk and bawls his eyes out in front of Rebecca, emotional growth where he learns to not take the hurt alone.

Beard and Jane divorce and get remarried, and then finally separate for good.

Nate realises how deeply he allowed the darkness consume him but learns to make amends without self-destructing.

Once AFC Richmond wins the Premier League, Ted returns and coaches the women's team with Roy.

Colin Hughes goes through an overly dramatic breakup, cue gay longing. The guys trying to cheer him up by taking him to a drag show.

RoyKeeleyJamie start dating, everyone is surprised except Rebecca. We get a passing mention of Jack being jealous but nobody cares.

Sam, Sam, Sam. Edwin Akufo dies in a helicopter crash.

Sam and Jan Maas Australia arc. What are they doing there? They know.

Rupert is placed into an old age nursing home.

Father Higgins appears in more scenes

Jamie decides to become a redhead.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.

You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.

You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."

She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."

You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."

"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.

"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"

"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."

"No.. no.. there's no-"

"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.

"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."

She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.

You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"

They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."

You smile, "Thank you."

Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."

"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."

He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."

You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.

You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.

You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.

You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."

You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."

He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"

You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."

"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."

You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."

You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.

You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."

"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."

He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"

You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"

"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."

You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."

"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."

You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.

"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"

"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."

"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.

"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."

"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."

You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."

You laugh and nod your head, "okay."

You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."

They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.

"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."

"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."

Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."

"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."

"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.

"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.

You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"

You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.

You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."

"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.

"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."

"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."

Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."

Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."

"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."

Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.

You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."

"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.

He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.

Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.

"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.

"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."

"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."

Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."

You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."

You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."

"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."

You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."

You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.

You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.

He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.

"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."

You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."

A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.

You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."

Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.

You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.

You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.

"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."

You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 

Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.

"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.

Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"

"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.

You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."

You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.

He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.

Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.

"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.

"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."

Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.

Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.

"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.

Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”

“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”

Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”

“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”

“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”

Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”

“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”

Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”

Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.

Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.

Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.

Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”

“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”

Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”

You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”

You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.

Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”

He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”

Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”

Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”

Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.

You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.

Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”

Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.

Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.

“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.

You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”

“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.

Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.

“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”

He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.

You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”

You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.

You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.

“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.

Sam is quick to follow.

You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,

Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”

You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”

Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”

“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”

You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”

Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”

Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”

You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.

Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”

You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[mdemn]

YES ‼️

i am a firm, firm, believer in the fact that sam & michelle were best friends first and foremost. a lot of their time together was spent talking and sharing stories & drama. i think the only time sam is a good listener, is when some sort of drama is happening LMAO 😭

Sam definitely loves gossip and would listens so damn intently whenever Michelle have something to talk about

@mdemn DO YOU AGREE

[iamcxlleigh]

📌 ▍ “ WHAT MAKES SAM ATTRACTIVE? ”

﹙Analysis of the attractiveness of Sam Trapani «brief analysis»﹚

✍🏻 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! English is not my native language, so any kind of grammatical or narrative errors are my fault, and I will try to improve for future English content of MAFIA.

Hello! I hope you are doing very well today! Today we meet in my publication to talk about something I had saved since 2023 (it took me just a little while haha), And it is a topic that is really brief to analyze, it is not important for the game, but it is important to analyze to know a little about the great taste of people for this character, With his charisma and presence, he captivated more than one of us, and for a portion of the MAFIA audience, he is considered one of the best characters in the 2020 video game, Sam Trapani.

We will do a brief analysis of this small point that is part of Sam's personality, his great appeal to the public. We will talk and I will comment (from my point of view, and a brief analysis of some of its characteristics), what makes Sam so attractive to the eye and the senses, and I am not just saying it: This is also said in the game MAFIA: DEFINITIVE EDITION, Characters like Sarah have mentioned that Sam is called “Ladykiller” due to his great popularity among women.

But what are the things that make Sam attractive? Let's look at some things I've taken into account, researching people's general tastes, some personal things of mine, It would even be great if people who want to give their opinion would leave it respectfully in the comments!

📌. LOYALTY: Sam stands out for his great loyalty. A member of the Salieri family, he demonstrates a deep commitment to his loved ones and colleagues. His loyalty leads him to take significant risks for the benefit of his team, prioritising the safety and well-being of others over his own. This ethical trait makes a difference in his chaotic environment, where loyalty is one of the few values that remain strong.

And although at the end of the game this loyalty is highly disturbed by his fear of assuming the consequences of his actions (or the actions of Tommy or Paulie, And that fear led him to make hasty decisions that led to his death), Beside the game, except for the final parts, we can't complain about his camaraderie and loyalty towards Tommy, we can't even complain about his loyalty to himself and what he thinks is right.

We as people feel highly confident in the loyalty that a person can give us, because that demonstrates their commitment, whether it is a friendship or romantic relationship. Even simpler relationships like work relationships. So this characteristic of Sam, even though it is flawed, is what initially attracts us to him.

📌. PRAGMATIC: Despite being loyal, Sam exhibits a remarkable pragmatism. In an environment where decisions are made quickly and often violently, Sam opts for a realistic and disillusioned approach to criminal life. He is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family and maintain his position. This combination of loyalty and pragmatism makes him an intriguing character, as his ability to think logically can clash with moments of emotion or affection.

This can be seen reflected in certain decisions, although sometimes he may have stumbles in his pragmatism as a character, for example: when he asked Tommy not to kill Michelle, But they will spare her life, leaving her to live, because they are under orders to kill her directly for spreading things, He was clearly affected by the idea of her being killed, so against orders he chose to leave her, far far away.

But in other moments, like his choice to kill Paulie and try to do the same with Tommy, he already showed a little more of that pragmatism, but not in such a stoic way and not in such an emotional way, He did it out of fear, as we already emphasized in the previous point. He cared not only about maintaining his position in the family, but obviously about his own life.

He knows perfectly well how the life he is in works, he even seems to respect it much more than Tommy or Paulie did, who eventually turned disloyal.

Something that always attracts us to a person's pragmatism is their emotional intelligence, their way of analyzing and being able to do certain things, Certain things that can directly affect it or affect ourselves, that emotional intelligence will always help us because it can get us out of many problems, A person with these characteristics provides us not only emotional comfort, but can also do so physically (depending on the situation).

📌. PROTECTIVE: Sam's protection of Tommy and others close to him is evident, acting as a father figure while guiding him through the world of crime. This duality between his protective instincts and his involvement in criminal activity gives his character depth, allowing the player to connect with him despite his controversial actions.

The way Sam mentored Tommy and tried to toughen him up to be ready to deal with the world he was getting into is something that is seen in the game, They advise him, sometimes they act for him. Why? To keep him on the right path in the life they are living, so that he doesn't suffer the consequences of the actions they commit, He cares about Tommy, and Sam also did the same with Paulie, these two having a much closer relationship, In Paulie's moments of alcoholism, Sam tried to help him. And if he couldn't, he tried to get someone else to do it, but always keeping an eye on his friend, And another point that may not seem so explicit but we know it's there, Michelle. . .

We do not know for sure how the relationship between these two was, from what I have seen it has had many interpretations, but to ensure their safety, For this very reason Sam asks Tommy to spare Michelle's life and let her know that he has to go far away, to protect her life!

The point of a protective person is ALWAYS going to delight us as human beings, someone who supports us, who lets us know with actions or words that we are important, And a touch of adrenaline for the situation with Sam, is that he is a person who is exposed to constant danger, and that he can also be dangerous, So that adrenaline rush is something that can attract us to him, because we know he's not just words, he's also actions!

📌. CHARISMA: Sam has a charisma that appeals to other characters and to the player. His way of speaking and acting generates empathy, which makes the audience feel connected to him, His charisma is one of his strong points, we love how he speaks, how he expresses himself, how he presents himself to everyone.

Something that appeals to us as gamers (and women in the game. 🌚), It's not just Sam's physical side, but also his great charisma, he knows how to joke at the right moments, he knows how to be serious in the right situations, The attraction he generates with his use of words, and the way he says them and when he does so, is powerful.

I personally love how he expresses himself, even the tone of his voice is just right for the words he says I don't know how to explain it haha (We must praise the voice dubbing in this case), Not for nothing does He have the extraordinary nickname of “Ladykiller” among women, I am absolutely sure that if he came and tried to convince us with a few right words, he would convince us of anything!

📌. PHYSICAL ATTRACTION: In physical terms, Sam is depicted as a robust man, embodying his toughness and strength. His appearance is complemented by an attitude of confidence and assurance, these things are traditionally considered attractive in protagonists or characters in these types of stories, we often see characters with these types of attributes and are naturally drawn to them in some way, Sam has the great advantage of having an attractive, engaging, but not sweet or vulnerable charisma and physical appearance.

If we take Tommy (the main character) as an example, he also attracts us because of some physical characteristics similar to Sam, They can be, for example, height, build, way of carrying oneself, BUT, In Tommy's own physical appearance, especially in his facial features, we can see a touch more of sweetness, vulnerability and even humanity, These characteristics are reflected in their physique and way of speaking or acting.

Instead, Sam's imposing, expensive, and confident appearance is reflected in his physical appearance and his way of carrying himself, We already talked about his way of speaking, expressing himself, it went very well hand in hand with his physical appearance, more correct, untouchable, intimidating, His physical appearance has definitely also been one of the important factors in making him so popular among women.

He has a lot of physical advantages haha.

📌. INTERNAL CONFLICTS: Sam does not fit the mould of a typical villain; he displays inner conflicts and vulnerabilities that make him seem more human. Throughout his life of crime, he deals with traumas, insecurities and painful experiences that cause him to reflect on his actions. This combination of being part of the crime and feeling regret for what he does creates a complex and moving story that establishes an emotional connection with the player.

We have already talked a little about how his emotions and decisions have had repercussions throughout the plot. Not only for him, but for Tommy or Paulie, Part of this internal conflict is the fear of the wrath of his own actions, the weight that would fall on him if he is not loyal to what he promised to be, which is to Don Salieri, Although he has often done things that benefit him and his friends but without breaking the codes by which they are governed, Certain vulnerabilities that the player shows make us feel empathy for him in some cases, maybe not in all cases and not for all people.

We sometimes find the vulnerability that a person shows attractive, not because we want to feel superior to them, but because it demonstrates the conflicts they keep to themselves, And how that person deals with those conflicts. Sometimes that gives us a small opportunity to allow ourselves to reach out to that person and comfort them, just as they comfort us, depending on the situation.

So to see someone like that having internal emotional conflicts or things that they have yet to resolve, shows us that they are really human, they are afraid of making mistakes, They are afraid of reliving certain situations that have marked them, They are not soulless shells, and Sam was not a soulless shell at all.

Well! After this journey talking a little about Sam, I would like to be able to read some opinions from others, as I repeat this is solely based on my opinion, and a little research regarding the character, If anyone has any creative differences or disagreements, please comment! 🤍

A next part I would like to analyze Tommy, maybe Vito, trying to do it from the most popular characters to be able to understand why we love them so much, why they have become so important, What is it about them that we love!

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

28. 06. 2025

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.

Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship

A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.

Requests: open 24/7

Bonus pt.2

(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)

Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.

It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.

You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?

Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.

(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)

The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?

“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”

“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone

“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.

Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.

So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.

As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.

Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.

”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..

Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow

This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.

“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”

Hearing your familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.

“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”

He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you

“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”

Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out

“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”

Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.

“Oh sweetheart…”

He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.

“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”

Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,

“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…

[cloveroctobers]

FALSE STARTS — CARMY BERZATTO [Summer Writings]

A/N: Getting down to my final collection to these summer writings…I strongly debated if I wanted to even write for carm this time around, the man is always going through it…not saying that I won’t ever again because I ofc have love for the guy but whew!!! Never giving up on him but—you guys get it? You just have to let some things sink in after watching the seasons…so here’s something possibly short? Knowing me my definition of short is not always reliable kinda like Carmy’s mental state—OOP. Too much?

WARNINGS: Added a OC, another berzatto again to the mix because I can also see Kyle being on the show and I’ve got a soft spot for him as well SORRY! I feel it in my spirit for smile 2 that it’s NOT going to end well but let’s be delusional! Slight reference to that horror movie in here as well, Still x reader based but you just have a name since I didn’t want to write in 2nd POV, along with some background for you and Carmy’s friendship, language, mentions of s**c***e & some spoilers for season three if you’re not caught up yet!

SYNOPSIS: Carmy runs into more than just his past and blood, forever learning what his next steps are, if his head will let him that is.

*GIFS BELONG TO: @emziess + @andrew3garfield !

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The last thing Carmy expected was to see, Joel Berzatto at the pick up window during the lunch rush. Carmy’s been on autopilot the second week into the grand opening and he was already frustrated with the new hires. They didn’t have what it takes and Carmy didn’t have the patience to teach them, especially when they didn’t put in the effort to learn.

All they cared about was a paycheck.

He couldn’t teach what should have already been known.

Carmy already shocked himself, not blowing a fuse, deciding to just head out back silently with a carton of cigarettes. He vowed at some point he was going to quit these things and faught hard about the stick that was perched in between his lips. He’s pacing along the rocks and dirt on the side of the bear, back of his lighter racking against his fingers as he took a two minute break.

There was no time to make it five.

“Carmen,” a voice greets, making his bright blues turn to the voice.

It’s Joel.

Michelle’s younger brother.

He’s got a bag to go, bunched up underneath his fingers and his badge on his waist glimmers from underneath his earthy toned attire for work. Carmen reminds himself to blink, coming to terms that this is indeed his family—on his father’s side—at his place of business.

“Joel?” Carmen echoes but it’s more of a question.

Joel snickers as there’s still a great distance between the two family members, “yeah I was wondering when I was going to get caught red handed.”

Carmen clears his throat after removing the cigarette from his lips, “you’ve ordered something to go?”

That’s obvious but he’s trying to fill up the silence, which is always so loud even in the city.

Joel scratches at his brow, a small smile playing on his face, “‘Course I did. I was in the area and my partner wanted some other shit, he’s vegan or vegetarian and I knew that would be a disappointment so I snuck over here to get my money’s worth.”

“Yeah?” Carmy’s eyes flick back to the bag, “what’s your poison?”

Joel laughs, “can’t ever go wrong with a classic, am I right?”

Which only meant one thing: Italian Beef with extra peppers, just how he always got it, even when they were younger. Joel was older than Carmy, more around Nat’s age but he always found a way to bring up something to talk about once Michelle, Mikey, and Richie brought the house down with their boisterous voices.

“I’ve mentioned to Sugar that Sam and I can’t wait to try out the dinner menu but it hasn’t been the best time…” Joel hints, almost as if he’s apologizing for not showing his face.

There was tension at the beginning.

Joel was this big detective.

Always the persistent one and trying to solve something. It only made sense that he chose this profession but Joel did piss the family off when he tried to come up with this conspiracy theory that Mikey didn’t kill himself and that someone else pulled the trigger. His perspective? It was probably someone who Mikey bought those painkillers off of and in Joel’s mind, he thought he was doing the family a good service but instead he had his own denial about Mikey’s passing as well.

There’s been two big death’s in Joel’s life that he had to face before with his fiancée who took her own life as well. A psychologist at that. That happened years before Mikey…and Carmy can only imagine how fucked he’s been in the head too and maybe detective work gave him some sort of solace��in a twisted way.

They were family after all and grief is handled in different ways they say!

Carmy picks up on the name referred to and questions, “Sammy? You guys are still together?”

Joel snickers but doesn’t seem offended by any means, “Yeah, can’t seem to get rid of her.”

He jokes but Carmy knows that would be the last thing Joel wanted.

“She always tells me to send her love whenever I do stop by for lunch…we just don’t want to disrupt anything you guys have going on.” Joel admits and that actually makes Carmy frown.

He clenched his eyes shut for a moment with a shake of his head, “she wouldn’t—you guys wouldn’t. You’re both family too…it’s just been a lot.”

“Yeah but at some point I think we’ve got to stop making excuses,” Joel shrugs, “No pressure on our end. You should stop by the house one day, Samora would love to see you. It’s been awhile you know?”

Carmy nods.

It has.

Samora’s been one of Carmy’s oldest friends.

The friendship happened to be one of those, catch you when I catch you type of things, or if seeing someone mutual and he so happened to come up, she always related her love for him. That’s just how they operated, even if was at a distance and there wasn’t any bad blood.

Life went on.

Separately for them.

And she’s apparently been going strong with his blood cousin, Joel, for who knows how long? Carmy can’t believe he’s almost forgot what it felt like to have a friend like her.

“Yeah, I should.” Carmy agrees, “Nat’s got your number right? I’ll have to get it from her and reach out to see what’s best for you guys?”

Joel raised his brows at this.

He didn’t think Carmy would even respond to that. Carmy’s always been the kind of guy that found the nicest corner in the room and chose to stay there, it was what he was comfortable with: seeing all sides of the room and the nearest exit.

“Well Sam’s mostly working out of the house now, business picked back up for her in the last year, thankfully.” Joel answers with an inhale, “I’m the one that’s mostly gone all the time not getting the chance to really live in the house but…whenever you want. We don’t mind pop in’s—usually.”

Carmy nods, “cool—uh? I got to get back in there but I hope you enjoy the sandwich and maybe fucking try something else huh?”

Joel’s always been the sandwich and chips kind of guy. Easy going. Compassionate and soft spoken. Carmy’s only ever saw Joel pissed one time as far as he can remember. Of course when carmy brought up the interest of taking cooking seriously, Joel offered a listening ear and would admit he hardly knew what kind of fancy dishes Carmy was talking about but once he brought out the sketches? Sold! Joel couldn’t be more thrilled to see Carmy finding something to be passionate about.

It took time but he did it.

Joel picks up on Carmy’s teasing tone and points the bag at him, “I don’t tell you how to run your business, Carm. So don’t get in between a man and his favorite hoagie.”

A crooked smile appears on Carmy’s face at that as he slowly starts to retreat, “alright, fair enough.”

“Keep it up, bear.” Joel tells Carm, “beginnings can be rough but everything looks phenomenal…from what I can see anyway.”

Did it feel that way?

Carmy couldn’t tell you.

A week and three months it took for Carmy to show up to the familiar Greystone. It was after the review came in and Carmy was back on mode: disconnect, taking a much needed walk that led him right back to the usual busy area where the home sat; that had history there. He’s not positive how long he’s been standing there, peering up at the picturesque home beyond the fence.

Eventually he works up the nerve to stand at the front door, head just kissing it as he debates about knocking. His stomach feels like an off track dryer machine and his head is telling him that he has no place showing up to this house. Samora wouldn’t want to see him and Joel was just talking back then, never expecting Carmy to take up the invitation.

Carmy’s got the number from Sugar and found out where they stayed. It was the same address of where Sammy grew up, a home from her great grandparents that was passed all the way down to her. Legally she got the greystone since her foster turned adopted siblings weren’t biologically in the family and only one of them seemed to put up a fight about it anyway, only wanting the cash and not caring about how significant the home was.

He remembered that.

And so, he knocks.

He’s heading towards the gate by the time the front door swings open but the sound of the woman calling out his name, stops him in his tracks. He exhaled, dropping his hand from pulling the gate back, lifting his head before turning back to the woman on the stoop.

“It is you! Well don’t just stand there, get up here you little turd.” She’s waving her hands along and Carmy moves.

They’re face to face and it’s been ages.

Both of their eyes traces over one another’s faces but Samora is the first to yank him by the shoulders into her arms. He’s tense but finds himself placing his chin into her own shoulder, shaky hands going to her spine. Samora’s hugs have always been tight but Carmy’s never had a problem with pressure.

Much.

“Damn, I hope I didn’t get paint all on your fresh suit. What’s that? Givenchy?” Samora pokes fun as she playfully flicks the tip of his nose.

Carmy smacks her hand away realizing that she is in fact covered in paint all over her shorts overalls and there’s a dry paint swatch right on her left cheek. A awful chartreuse color, which she always seemed to like the brightest of colors others like to hate on.

In a sense Samora tried to see the good in most things.

“No,” Carmy feels a small smirk appear on his own cheek, “you’re good.”

And she welcomes him inside.

The once old home has been refreshed and Carmy can’t tell you the last time he’s been in here but the changes are evident. The first set of walls were now white, making the short entry way feel bigger and as they both turn to the right towards the living room, the view of the front porch at night feels like many summers ago when they both would sit out there, him on his back, arms tucked behind his head and Samora right beside him cross legged as she stared out towards the traffic lights.

They could sit out there for hours together, comfortable in silence or Carmy listening to Samora curse up a storm when she got confused trying to learn chess with a board her great-grandfather made. A slab of wood with a built in drawer to keep the pieces on the side, it would get stuck sometimes but she always handled with care.

“Carmen Berzatto…can’t believe you came to see little ‘ol me…unless you’re looking for Joel?” Samora says over her shoulder, still waving him along through the dinning room towards the grand kitchen.

He awkwardly stands off to the side in the kitchen while Samora lets out a yawn with a shake of her head before moving forward with searching through the cabinets. “I uh—not necessarily.”

“He’s at work anyway, getting buried into another one of his insane cases that he’s not supposed to tell me about but we all know how I am—I’m going to find out regardless.” Samora places two shot glasses down, noticing that Carmy had moved closer to the island counter now.

He did know actually.

They went to school together, been through a lot of typical high school bullshit together. He always felt like the sidekick, whereas he was the shy and reserved one, Samora had other friends that she didn’t mind putting to the side to hang out with Carmy for. Her response would be whenever Carmy asked why she kicked them to the curb to be around someone boring would be, “I know who my lifelong friends are, surely.”

“Surely,” was always Samora’s word and, “Duh,” happened to be Nat’s.

Sophomore year when Konstantinos “Tino,” Pappas found his next target in Carmy and thought it would be funny to sic his Rottweiler on him one day (he had asthma and could barely run a mile but loved skateboarding) when he had to walk home alone after school one day, he glossed over it, saying that he just tried to hop the fence as a shortcut to get home and got stuck on it instead.

He didn’t mention the dog snatching his backpack, or the nasty nip mark on his lower back, his shirt ripping after it got stuck on the spikes, and colliding face first with a sharp rock, that left a faint knick on his cheek until this day, if you got close enough to see it you would notice. Donna believed Carmy’s lies although she knew Carmy was a more take his time kind of kid but all she wanted to do was get back to her daily cocktail, Nat was concerned but Carmy also brushed her off, saying he was fine, and when Mikey saw the marks, he hammered him with questions, leaving a teenage Carmy to grow sick of his big brother being on his case so he shut him out too.

And what did Mikey Berzatto do?

He went right to a sick Samora to find out what she knew. She had been home for the past three days, down with a fever she caught from her new foster sibling and swore that she would find out. Shook on it with the older Berzatto, who bid his farewells of how good she is to his kid brother, which meant she would always be good people in Mikey’s eyes. And when she did find out? She came right back to school that Monday, noticing the laughter from Tino and his friends down by their locker with a whole camcorder of the incident, which wasn’t far from her’s and Carmy’s.

Carmy lifted his hand to greet the teen but when she was on a mission? It was tunnel vision. She didn’t care if there were teachers at the end of the hall, she snatched the camcorder from one of Tino’s friends, shoving him out of the way, before getting to Tino. A fist met his eye that day and that resulted in a suspension and detention after learning what Tino did.

If you thought Carmy was pissed before about Nat’s overbearing nurturing ways and Mikey bugging him about the marks, then you can only imagine how annoyed he was with Samora after that. That resulted in a stupid fight and with Samora even dating Tino for two whole days—the goal was to break his heart anyway.

Teenagers? Am I right?

“Check this out,” Samora grins as she pours this green liquid into the shot glasses and makes sure to get a piece of cucumber? floating at the top to decorate it with, “I’ve been experimenting and since Joel can’t be my rodent of a taste taster tonight. I present to you chef Carmy, Cold Cucumber green Gazpacho. A chilled soup—as I’m sure you are aware of—since you know how I feel about soups in the summer.”

“…you want me to try this?” Carmy picks up the glass, eyeing it.

Samora dips her head, “surely and if you don’t do that pinched lip thing, then I know it’s trash.”

Carmy flicks his eyes to her with a frown, “what’re you talking about?”

She folds her first four fingers over her thumb, tapping them together, “I don’t know! It’s a thing! You do it when you’re yelling too but at least I know you’re focused so, go on.”

Carmy shakes his head with a slow close of his eyes. He didn’t know what she was talking about at all but he can’t say he was surprised she picked up on this, she was an interior decorator after all.

Detail was always crucial.

“That’s,” Carmy starts after seeing Samora toss her head back not long after himself, “fresh.”

Samora grins, “not bad for a beginner, huh? Easy peasy and quick! Make sure you shout me out if you make this an appetizer or something at the restaurant, will ya?”

“You got it.” Carmy comments making a mental note to do something green next time on the menu, savoring the smooth and freshness with a hint of a zing dish as Samora carefully places the bowl back into the fridge.

Sighing she turns to rest her elbows onto the counter, “Now…bestie Carmy Berzatto…what’s wrong?”

His eyes shift, “N-Nothing. I saw Joel the other day and he brought you up—

“How long ago was that?” She interrupts.

He fires back, “…awhile? Does it matter?”

“No…you know I don’t sweat the small stuff.” She blinks, “Long as I knew you were thriving then that’s all I can wish for but I know my friend and I’m sensing that you’re not okay. You’re avoiding.”

Carmy’s tapping his finger along the side of the glass but Samora doesn’t relax her burning stare, “what—

“Did you see your niece yet?” Samora quizzes and he quickly closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair, she can tell he’s mentally cursing at himself, “she’s a beautiful baby. I had groceries sent to Nat and Pete’s the other day—

“Is this your way of reminding me of how shitty I’ve been at communicating and being present because I don’t need it. I already feel that.”

Samora sticks her tongue in her cheek and pushes back, “No shock there, Carmy. I know you. So what exactly triggered you today that made you finally come here to see me?”

Carmy starts chewing on his lips, eyes not connecting with Samora’s as she tilted her head to the side, waiting. It feels like forever to get an answer so Samora moves around the island, squeezing his shoulder, “let’s go up to the roof, maybe the fresh air and not the fumes of paint will help ease you into it. Thanks for knocking by the way, I may have seen a glimpse of the other side because of it before you got here.”

“What?” Carmy spits out in concern as she pulls at his wrist.

Samora laughs, “if you tell Joel, I’ll have to keep you here and bury you in the front yard.”

Carmy blinks with a roll of his eyes.

They’re on the rooftop, there’s less cars as the night carries on. Carmy’s lost count of how many times the street lights flick from red, yellow, to green and back again. Samora allows carmy to take his time, one leg curled up underneath her with her head thrown back staring up at the twinkle of stars on a hot summer night. There’s barely a breeze but they’re alright.

“I saw the shit stain tonight.”

Samora tossed an arm over her forehead, leaned back in the comfy cushioned blue lounge chair, “yeah? There’s plenty here in chicago, so which one? Don’t tell me you saw the walking jump-scare, Tino?”

“Who?” Carmy presses but Samora can tell he’s not going down that path of the past.

She fans her hand to tell him to continue.

“This guy. One of the best chef’s I worked for in New York, he was at the funeral. There was a funeral for this restaurant, Ever.” Carmy begins to tell his old friend, mindful that she’s been out of the loop.

Samora looks around the night sky and snaps her fingers with a nod of her head, “yeah um, Chelly—mostly Stevie said something about a strict chef you were working with but of course it was vague, which leaves me to believe that you didn’t tell chelly much but she’s great at reading in between the lines much like myself.”

Carmy doesn’t tell her exactly what Chef David said to him a hour ago but tells her what his words made him feel yet again. Small. Incapable. How he has to triple check everything, take charge with no regard for his team that’s supposed to be family, and ultimately that he shouldn’t have a team because he was better off alone. How he should be grateful to be where he is now because of all that Chef David taught him.

“Oh nooooo, Chef charred asshole better be lucky I wasn’t there,” Samora mumbles, “He sounds like a narcissistic dick of a man who gets off on attempting to morph you into him and to me? That doesn’t sound like a brilliant or best of the best chef or even a person! it sounds weak and miserable.”

“It’s what I signed up for.” Carmy almost argues and Samora sits up.

She knows this stems from much more than what he experienced in that restaurant in New York.

“I haven’t been around you in a while but I’ve always been on the sidelines. You accomplished all of these things because you knew you could—you fought. You worked hard and earned this.” Samora reassures, “but these false ideas that you have because of what someone else caused shouldn’t diminish anything that you’ve done and continue to do.”

Carmy pulls out his phone and a pack of chewing gum, “tell that to my brain then. The review is up, Sammy.”

Samora’s eyes meet Carmy’s as he shoves a square piece into his mouth, elbows on his knees as they start to bounce, head dropping just a bit. She reaches for the phone, giving him a side eye since there’s no passcode on it, and is brought right to a webpage.

~THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE~

Reviewed by Ad. Shap

Carmen doesn’t have to look at Samora’s face to take in her reaction. He ultimately knows it’ll be different from what the blue in his brain says. There were many things wrong with the review, mostly wrong than good and that’s why he needed someone from the outside to see before seeing how the crew digested this.

Samora usually does this humming when she’s reading or thinking about something and that doesn’t seem to change. When she’s finished she puts the phone face down on the outdoor table and folds her fingers together as she sits back.

“Well…That was reminiscent to my short lived cookie career.”

Carmy widens his eyes as he sets them back on his friend.

She shields her face instantly, “whoa turn down the opacity on those things will ya?”

“Your cookie business failed.”

“Um, no. Fuck you for that by the way,” Samora glared, “I view it as that wasn’t the way the chapter was meant to be told. I wasn’t heavily devoted to culinary like you. Nobody is that I know of. It was just a hobby for me but you turned your craft into something much more: breathe, sleep—well—you let it consume you pros and cons. Surely these reviews are deeply important because impressions are…tricky but not everything is the way you see it.”

Carmy scoffs with a rub to his lips in annoyance, “what the fuck do you mean it’s not the way I see it? It’s my business and I’ve been backstabbed by a prick I worked with—

“Carmy—

“I can’t be a screw up! I won’t be. I’ve been at this for so long and I’m more than tired and shitty in the head but not enough to throw it all away no matter what some four eyed fucker with a typewriter for a laptop says!” Carmy is on his feet now pacing, “I picked up what Mikey left behind, I put in the time and the effort, I removed parts of myself to be untouchable—

Samora shakes her head, “you’re not though and some part of you knows that. None of us are unbreakable, babe. You just…start over as many times until it feels right.”

“See I don’t—

Carmy swallows the lump in his throat to speak clearly, “that’s the problem, I don’t think I know what feels right or if I ever did. I just know circumstances.”

Samora inhales as she gets to her feet too, “okay then. Take everything that you bottled up and let it out there.” She points over the edge of the balcony, “you have to try to acknowledge the good and let some things go or you’ll forever feel stuck instead of moving forward…but I’m no therapist just a decorator who’s still annoyed that you didn’t reach out to revamp the bear—but that’s another conversation, just a friend who knows a little something something that’ll help.”

“Uh, something something?” Carmy repeats feeling his heart race as Samora waved her painted hand out for Carmy’s tatted one.

He takes her hand as she leads the way to the balcony but not close enough to trigger any vertigo. Carmy always loved the view at Samora’s compared to his own childhood home, which contrasted with no view at all—his bedroom didn’t have any windows, just a closed in space—and he was stuck hearing the common yelling between Donna and Mikey.

Carmy could see the top of a neighbor’s red brick building (thanks to how many floors the greystone had) across the street, along with another home to the left and a row of other houses to the right. Behind the house across the street sat the changing color of lights and beyond that was the liveliness of Chicago in the distance, the farmer’s market he personally loved and had Tina make the runs to, other great eateries, and music spots also weren’t far from Samora’s.

The woman rests a hand right in the center of his chest and Carmy can feel himself panting, “No one ever has to know if you have it all figured out…nobody truly does. Put down some of those dishes bear, out there. Not to hibernate but to be the best version of yourself for you and not what anyone tells you, you should be.”

His eyes burn and he feels like he might let some tears fall some more tonight and he finds that comfort in Samora. Something good from his past that was still present although his version is always different, he doesn’t mind much if she see’s any water that slips from the corners. He knows she won’t say anything about it, and her hand doesn’t move from his chest as she’s almost coaching him how to deal with just a portion of his bullshit.

He couldn’t figure it out for himself.

Yet he was willing to learn.

The scream curdles from the back of his throat, bursting through his lips into the night. He curls into his stomach some, the weight present, the firmness of Samora’s hand on his chest, and his face is hot in the summer air, turning pink as he fights to breathe through his screams. Samora is right there with him, her screams were much more melodic, like she’s had the practice while Carmy is testing it out.

His screams have been buried just like everything else he’s bottled up for years.

After, his throat is raw and voice hoarse as he sniffs, he abruptly turns to Samora, pulling her into another hug. She isn’t tense against him, small laughter falling through her own lips while Carmy hold’s onto her.

Calming down.

“love you,” he manages to get out while Samora scratches his back.

She knows he means it and it’s probably something he needed to hear back as of lately.

Samora sighs, “love you too, turd.”

Carmy rolls his eyes, pulling back to meet her stare and she winks at him.

“…if I didn’t love the both of you, I might be highly concerned at whatever the hell that was.” Joel announces his arrival after a few moments of silence.

His arms are folded but he’s got that Berzatto sly grin on his lips as Carmy slowly lets his hands fall from Samora’s forearms. The shorter haired man makes his way over to the two, hands going to both of their shoulders as he peers back and forth.

“You made it.”

“I—yeah.” Carmy clears his throat with a shake of his head, “I did.”

“Good,” Joel dips his head but it feels more like a question than a comment.

carmy shrugs.

Samora claps her hands gaining both cousins’ attention, “let’s have some of Mora’s Mosa’s as a celebratory of the night—was the work day alright for you, love?”

Joel awkwardly nods his head back and forth as a way to show that it was so-so.

“Works for me!” Samora yells, “to the kitchen!”

“It’s midnight, honey.” Joel tells Samora who twists her lips to the side, “and I’m sure Carmy doesn’t want any of that green shit you had in the fridge.”

Samora gasps, “damn, who knew my boyfriend would be my biggest critic?”

“Oh c’mon, don’t get sensitive on me now!”

She shrugs his hand from her shoulder while Joel’s low lidded eyes sends a look to Carmy who raises his hands in surrender.

In a hoarse tone he replies, “I actually like the gazpacho so…you’re on your own with that one.”

“Woooow, okay.” Joel breathes out a laugh, then bites down on his bottom lip while Carmy moves to grab his phone and fallen gum pack.

Carmy then turns to watch the two bicker like an old married couple but it doesn’t get loud at all. Joel does talk with his hands to get his point across and Carmy can pinpoint the exact moment Samora cracks, the corner of her nose twitches with amusement before Joel tests the waters, gripping her hips to place a tender kiss on her lips, which Samora seems to kiss back before they break apart. Smiles on both of their faces before they turn back to Carmy who’s attempting to sneak off down the steps.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Joel asks, “you think you can just go off when you and I didn’t get any one on one time?”

Carmy taps his phone against his hand, “It’s getting late, don’t want to impose any further.”

Joel rolls his eyes, tossing an arm across Carmy’s shoulder, “shut your trap, you’re home, man.”

And with that Carmy is led back into the house.

He doesn’t think he’s slept long, but when he checks the time on his slowly dying phone, it’s already later into the next morning.

8:37am and he has no idea what this day is going to look like but it’s a Sunday…maybe for once he doesn’t have to. One of the rooms he’s tucked in belonged to one of Samora’s adopted brothers, Jacobi, Carmy guesses since there’s still a large crack against the ceiling thanks to a lighting strike that occurred way back when they were all kids.

He sits up for a while, taking in the view one last time before he starts to make his exit. He’s walking down the path towards the gate and stops as he hears the front door open.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Samora tells him as he turns to face her, the woman hugging her robe to herself as she’s sitting on the front step.

Carmy stretches a small smile on his dry lips, “Never that,” he jokes, “thanks for always being here, Sammy. Dunno if I ever told you that enough…probably not since I’m always in my head but uh—give Joel my thanks too for me this time.”

Samora dips her head and says, “Surely.”

Carmy scoffs as he pulls the gate back before putting his palm up in the air, “see you soon.”

“After while, crocodile.” She kisses her fingertips before waving them at him.

Samora watches Carmy go, hoping he starts putting the pieces together instead of forcing it all apart like he’s always been accustomed to.

When Monday comes along, his hands are resting along the trimming of white counter as he’s slightly shifting his head back and forth at all the greenery situated in front of him.

“Morning Chef,” Marcus greets first as he’s followed in by Tina.

Carmy nods his head in greeting.

Tina’s eyes immediately go to all the herbs and vegetables, “Jeffery, what’s all this?”

“Something new, green, for the menu.” Carmy informs, “I realized we haven’t had family dinner in a while and i want all of your inputs for what we’ll have tonight.”

Tina and Marcus share a glance, having a feeling that this had something to do with the new review. They all briefly talked about it in the group chat over the weekend.

“Okay, cool. We’re gonna just go put our stuff down.” Marcus points and Carmy keeps his eyes on the ingredients.

“Take your time, Chefs.” Carmy calls out after some time as the two have already started making their way towards the lockers.

He closes his eyes, trying to slow the rising beat of his heart, deeply inhaling as he ignores the contrast of oxygen between his two nostrils, that was another problem he’s gotten used to, his eyes open just in time to meet the green again as the back doors swing open, revealing the rest of his team gradually.

Carmy had work to do and he’s never been afraid of hard work.

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Continue with my summer anthology writings & prompts here.

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Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Admin Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!

If you like your Wincest dark and horrific while also hot and deranged, then this is the fic for you! (Much belated Happy Birthday to @ani-coolgirl! I'm only *checks notes* NINE MONTHS late. 😭)

This is an AU, so there are no monsters in this fic. Or are there? That's the real question! There are some hints about things that go unanswered (there is mention of a possible Part Two, which would hopefully answer these questions), but it all works well to give you the creepy crawly heebie-jeebies. What happened during those two weeks when Sam was 14? Why aren't there any pictures of Adam anywhere? WHAT'S IN THE ATTIC?!?! The way this story builds keeps you questioning everything right through the end. Personally, I would love to see Part Two, or even two versions of Part Two, each one giving the opposite answer to the question that is Adam.

(Fun fact side note: When my parents first moved me into the house where I spent most of my childhood, there were squirrels and who knows what else having races across the crawlspace above my bedroom. Back and forth they'd run all night long, keeping me awake. So I personally know how annoying it can be! Sam was very sane in his attempts to find and eliminate the problem!)

In short, if you like your Wincest dark and horror-filled with lots of hot smut, this is the fic for you! Go read it and encourage Ani to write Part Two!!

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Weird Q but do you know where I can find a complete list of queer wtnv characters? I want it for reference purposes thks

Not sure if any wikis or such are updated, but here's one from me (from what and who I recall). I'll update this as I find out more, so check back!

Sexuality:

MLM: Cecil (gay), Carlos (gay), Kevin (gay), Charles(queer*), Earl (queer*), Josh Crayton (bi), Grant (Josh's bf, queer*), there are also minor citizens who are mentioned as being in mlm relationships (including possibly the helicopter pilot in It Devours! though we never see or learn about this person fully).

WLW: Michelle Nguyen (queer*), Maureen Johnson (queer*), Basimah Bishara (lesbian), Deb (polyam, two husbands, a wife and a partner, queer)

Queer: Jackie Fierro (is probably dating/has dated Sheriff Sam who is NB), City Council and Station Management (they're dating each other, City Council is at least multiple people of different genders, Station Management is uhhhhhh so I'm choosing to see it as queer), Saad Ibrahim (dates Hollis Templeton who uses they/them, so queer).

Gender:

Sheriff Sam (uses they/them, gender unknown but assumed NB), Alicia (NB, agender, described as neither a man nor a woman), there's also a messenger in one episode who uses they/them but they're unnamed and minor, Hollis Templeton (uses they/them, exact gender unknown)

Debatable: Station Management being referred to as they/them = NB?, The Smiling God using it/its = NB? , Luisa the scientist (possibly aroace), Joel Eisenberg is once mentioned as having a partner called Danny Jimenez and that's a gender neutral name so I dunno.

*not explicitly confirmed if they're gay or bi etc unlike say Josh who is stated clearly as liking girls and boys, or Cecil who has only shown interest in men

[mdemn]

Do you think Sam purposely taunt Tom about Sarah so he would kill him faster

yes!!! i don’t know if i’ve mentioned this before or not, but yes!! sam, at that point, was just saying ANYTHING he could to get tommy to be angry & upset. only here’s he problem— tommy knows that sam would have taken care of sarah and made sure her and his family was OK in the event tommy died. you know why? because tommy trusts sam. tommy loves sam. sam is tommy’s brother.

that’s why tommy had little to no reaction when sam said that. if anything, maybe a bit of melancholy.

that’s why sam, in the end, was trying to think of ANYTHING he could say to make tommy mad. bringing up michelle, bringing up frank, making sure tommy knew all the ‘good’ he did was for nothing. what would his child think?

and still yet none of it was working, tommy was STILL stalling, still trying to think of a way to save them both. save them all. so of course, sam had to do the only thing he could think of. bring up paulie, in an attempt to reminisce on the old times, times that no matter what— even if tommy saved them both— they would never have again.

and then, and only then, does tommy pull the trigger.

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Out and About with the Bridgerton Cast in March

March was another busy month for the cast of Bridgerton, out and about during March. I may not have all work and appearances and if I have missed an appearance 

To begin, Jonathan Bailey and James Phoon were continuing in their respective Shakespeare productions on stage - Jonathan in Richard II and James in Much Ado About Nothing - both of whom have received great reviews. Richard ll is on at The Bridge Theatre until 10 May. Much Ado About Nothing is on at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane until 5 April.

For new appearances lets being with our most recent lead, Nicola Coughlan who recently attended the Netrogena influencer event 'A Night of Main Character Energy' as part of her partnership with Neutrogena.  In addition to attending at the Neutrogena influencer event, Nicola also attended the BFI Flare viewing of The Wedding Banquet along with Jessica Madsen, Jack Murphy, and Michelle Mao. The Wedding Banquet is a film directed by Andrew Ahn, who also directed two episodes of Bridgerton season 3 (episodes 3 and 4).

We saw some of the amazing supporting actors out and about in March. Everyone's favourite footman, Oli Higginson, performed in a workshop of Austenland the musical at The Savoy Theatre in London, Kathryn Drysdale attended the Smiley Charity Film Awards recently, Martins Imhangbe attended the European Premiere of the movei The Alto Knight and Sam Phillips began the month in a limited run of the play A Man For All Seasons at the Marlowe Theatre in Canterbury. 

Adjoa Andoh was in attendance at the press night for the play Dear England at the National Theatre during the month, and ended the month at the Dr Who season 2 premiere, for those that don't know she played Martha Jones's mother in Dr Who in the early years of the reboot.  Before Adjoa had a date with The Dr she had a date with Royalty (real Royalty that is), attending a reception to launch the Queen's Reading Room Medal hosted by Her Majesty Queen Camilla, joined by His Majesty King Charles III, at Clarence House.  

March was the month of Paris Fashion week and Bridgerton cast members attended some of the events. Victor Alli was the first to be seen at Paris Fashion Week when he attended the McQueen Autumn Winter 2025 show then season 1 lead Phoebe Dynevor attended the Louis Vuitton show and a day later we saw the season 2 and season 4 leads, Simone Ashley and Yerin Ha, attended the Chanel show. 

During March there were a number of film premieres that Bridgerton cast members were in attendance at, in addition to the premiere that Martins attended some of the Bridgerton cast had the own movies premiere. First up, Florence Hunt attended the premiere of her new movie Mix Tape at the SXSW festival, and she was also busy with associated press and promotion, however, the two biggest movie premieres for the Bridgerton cast in March was of course Picture This starring Simone Ashley and Black Bag with Rege Jean Page.

Picture This, starring and produced by Simone Ashley released this month on Prime Video at the beginning of the month, with Simone being highly visible throughout the month with the promotion for the movie.  In addition to the world premiere in London Simone also attended a special screening of the movie in New York followed by a surprise appearance at a Bollywood dance class in New York, as well as doing a number of interviews both online and on more established shows and podcasts. She also had a number of magazine interviews and photoshoots, including for Variety, and a cover for Defined and WhoWhatWear.  

As mentioned above, Simone wasn't the only one who had a big movie released in March as the movie Black Bag staring Rege Jean Page was also released. As with Simone, Rene was very present with promotion for his movie in interviews and on talk shows, as well as a cover for Icon  magazine. Before the release of Black Bag Rege kicked off his busy March at the Vanity Fair Oscars party.

Whew! That is alot, and as I said I am sure I have missed some appearances and work during March for our favourite Bridgerton cast members.

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I made Ruby’s roommate and future wife!

This is Michelle “Shelly” Carpenter! She’s a second year Heartslabyul student and Ruby’s roommate.

Shelly is outwardly very cheerful and positive and talkative towards other people. She’s especially chatty when someone mentions theatre, as Shelly is very passionate about theatre in both the context of the actual shows and the sets. She loves design work and constructing beautiful sets that everyone can get immersed in, helping with the story by giving it a proper setting. This trait seems to be hereditary as everyone who was born with the last name “Carpenter” in her family was born with a love for theatre, set designing, and woodworking.

But Shelly is a “my way or the highway” kind of person when it comes to her work, often getting into arguments with other strong-willed people she’s working with. This leads to a lot of arguments with Vil since Shelly makes a lot of props and set pieces for the Film Research Club’s short films and both she and Vil have strong opinions on how they should look. Every argument usually has to be mediated by Rook and Velvette, who get the two strong-willed artists to compromise and thus resulting in beautiful sets and props. Either way, Shelly is as stubborn as a bull when it comes to her craft. She’s an artist, a damn good one at that, and she fucking knows it.

Shelly is also inhumanly fast. I’m being serious when I say she could be a close second to Malleus in terms of speed. When asked about her amazing speed, she tells the story of her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-not-so-great-grandfather who was just a normal carpenter that had too much to do and not enough time to do it. Tired of always being swamped with work and wanting to get things done on time, he went to a rather wealthy and powerful walrus that was gifted in magic and requested the gift of speed and efficiency be cast upon him and any descendants he may have in the future. The walrus agreed to fulfill this request, only if the man agreed to be his companion and serve him for the rest of his life once his work was completed. Though hesitant, the carpenter agreed to the walrus’s terms and finished his mountains of work in three days and two nights before becoming the walrus’s companion for the rest of his days, becoming the victim of an abusive, lazy, overlord-like figure for years. Eventually the walrus used and abused the kind carpenter one too many times, and after the walrus ate all of the oysters that the carpenter had caught, prepared, and made a loaf of break and a sauce fit for kings as a side all by himself, the carpenter turned red with rage and chased down the walrus with a hammer, catching up to the gluttonous creature with ease thanks to his speed and ending the greedy mammal’s life with his trusty hammer and ending his servitude. This story is why no one in her family trusts walruses all too much because, although a walrus gave them their inhuman speed, that walrus also tortured and abused his power over their ancestor until he’d finally snapped and resorted to murder to end his suffering.

Everyone always looks at Shelly like she’s insane and just a bit terrifying whenever they hear that story, but Shelly just smiles and laughs lightly before she gets back to doing her work with such speed and accuracy that should be impossible for a human girl.

Shelly also loves cooking, especially when she’s handling seafood since her favorite foods are from the sea, particularly oysters. She and Trey usually provide the food for Unbirthday parties and any other Heartslabyul Dorm events, with Trey handling desserts and Shelly handling savory sides that pair well with the sweets Trey makes. Once, while going to get supplies at Sam’s, she spotted the octotrio and almost stopped dead since all she could think was “fish” and “ingredients” when she saw them and she didn’t know why. Her gaze reminded Jade of the first time Floyd looked at Azul and neither of them like that, so Floyd yoinked Jade and all three of them left before Shelly got any ideas. But, long story short, Shelly’s love of seafood makes her drawn to the octotrio for some reason she can’t pinpoint and it makes Azul and Floyd uncomfortable while Jade is very entertained by their panic around her while also keeping distance from the ginger.

Riddle and Ruby are actually very grateful that Shelly scares of Floyd since he likes to pester both of them (Rayne is off-limits because she’s Jade’s pearl, not his) but he zips away when he sees Shelly, who looks at him like he’s prey and not a scary moray! That’s probably because Shelly LOVES eel dishes almost as much as oysters, but she doesn’t know that since she didn’t know the tweels and Azul were merpeople until she heard about it through the grapevine.

And though Shelly is forgiving of mistakes, she doesn’t take well to being stiffed or ripped off, her face going red with rage when she finds out the truth and immediately seeking revenge. Shelly gained a reputation for being the “Vengeful Carpenter” when someone didn’t return their end of the deal when working on a project together, which was really her doing the whole thing and the other one taking all of the credit, thus ending in her scaring the guy half to death and publicly humiliating him as revenge during her first year. After this incident, no one, not even Azul, has stiffed Shelly and she’s since gained a habit of only accepting up-front payment before accepting a job from anyone.

Despite her business sense and seeing through lying douchebags, Shelly is a bit of an airhead at times and has slightly below average grades in subjects like History of Magic and Mathematics, always maintaining a C-minus or 70%-72% average in terms of grades. She will also voice her thoughts with little to no thought before realizing what just came out of her mouth in horror since it’s usually a slightly insensitive thought that she unintentionally spits out and she always apologizes for her inability to think before she speaks sometimes. Though she’s a bit dim witted at times, students and professors see that Shelly is ernest and is just trying her best.

She also has a Cockney accent that gets really thick when she’s really angry or really excited. And even when she’s chilled out and calm, talking in her normal voice, she has to slowly speak for some people who aren’t from the area of the Queendom of Roses where she grew up. And though it surprises most people, Deuce is the one who understands her best since Clocktown is very close to Dawndusk Port, the beachside town where Shelly grew up, and they have similar accents and dialects, though Dawndusk Port has heavier accents and slightly harder to understand dialect than Clocktown. Morel also understands Shelly quite well thanks to growing up hearing her father’s slightly Germanic Scottish accent and having a slight Scottish lit to the way she speaks and pronounced specific words.

But when I say people were shocked that Deuce and Shelly could perfectly understand each other, I mean people were fucking astonished. Shelly was helping Ace and Deuce with work and while Ace had no idea what break had to do with Potionology, Deuce said he “was indeed usin’ his loaf” while working after Shelly told him to “use ‘is damn loaf” for some reason. Their speaking also makes Deice forget he’s not at home and Ace always looks at him weird when he says “I’m goin’ down the store! ya want somethin’?” instead of talking normal. (Ace has a very light, somewhat “standard” British accent so he doesn’t get the slang or dialect a lot of his classmates use)

Overall, Shelly is a positive and hard-working girl who is ernest and trying her best, despite her revenge streak. Just don’t stiff her and you’ll be fine!

[ejzah]

A/N: A little Sam and Deeks drabble.

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Sam: How’re the kids doing? It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve seen them.

Deeks, enthusiastically: They’re great. I swear they pick at least one new word a day, which has come with some drawback. We now have to teach the concept of Mommy and Daddy words to 15 month olds.

Sam, smirking: I remember those days. When Kam was around two, I hit my thumb with a hammer and some choice words popped out. For the next month, everything was f’in this and f’in that. She thought it was hilarious. Michelle wasn’t too pleased with me.

Deeks, smiling: I’ll bet. They’re also quickly mastering every lock in the house, so now it takes an extra two minutes to do anything. And did I mention how much they love climbing? I’ve had to pull Caleb off the fridge twice and somehow Sophia got inside the garbage can.

Sam: You probably feel like you’re going insane sometimes, huh?

Deeks: Yep.

Sam, nodding: But you wouldn’t change a thing, would you?

Deeks, emphatically: Not in a million years.

[winchesterride]

Reposting this so it get's on the tag (hope it works)

That was definitely one of the worst of Dean’s hunts. He still doesn’t entirely know what happened. And he knows that the latter talk with John won’t happen. But at least the town was safe, and so was that Forester guy.

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Dean Forester / Dean Winchester

Stars Hollow monster of the week

John, Lorelai, Jess, Miss Patty, Luke, Rory, Michel, Kirk and Lane appear. There's a light romance with slow burn and it's silly but I really enjoyed writing.

Not a wincest, but not a J2 either, something in between, so im tagging both

Tags: Pre series Dean winchester, season 5 Dean Forester, Stanford era, 2005, Stars Hollow (Gilmore Girls), POV Dean Winchester, Mention of Sam Winchester, Devoted Dean Winchester (John is always right), protective Dean Winchester, monster of the week, Slow burn, Almost no romance, english is not my first language

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