#I gave some thought to this and determined that my dad is a mercedes and my mom is dimitri

[girafferoyalty]

Revisiting my ace Dimitri & Mercedes headcanon for Ace Awareness Week. Here’s one for my people 🫶🏼

[dear-ao3]

go on. explain the drama. edge of my SEAT.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I GOT 45 MINUTES INTO TYING THIS AND THEN TUMBLR DELETED IT SO WITH THAT BEING SAID here we fucking go AGAIN

The Curse Of The Second Red Bull Seat

so there are 10 f1 teams, they range from good to bad to mid. one of the teams that is doing outstandingly well right now is red bull. and they have a driver named max verstappen. he’s dutch, and a cat dad. he’s winning pretty much everything at the moment. if everyone’s job is car go fast his job is car go so fast it practically flies.

but all f1 teams have 2 drivers. and f1 has two championships, the drivers championship for the individual drivers and the constructors championship for the teams. each driver gets points when the finish 10 or higher in a race and those points determine who wins the drivers championship and then the two drivers points get added together for the constructors championship. hence, very important to have two strong drivers.

the red bull curse starts all the way back in 2018. at the time the drivers were max verstappen and daniel ricciardo. max was signed to red bull in 2016 and daniel was signed in 2014. max was not on his absolute winning spree yet and he was still quite young, through red bull were still doing decently well.

daniel ricciardos contract with red bull was up at the end of 2018. danny rics is australian, a goof ball, paddock prankster, once sang a song about touching his scrotum and tickling his nutsack (tho perhaps is was the other way around)

he was doing well at red bull (he won in monaco!) and had several podiums and wins with them. but there was something that he didn’t like about them and that was the engine. now every year each team builds a new car to race either brand new or they modify an old one (within certain specs). red bull is not a car company, they are an energy drink company so they don’t have the luxury of being able to go to their factor and individually making all the parts for their cars the way mercedes and ferrari etc do. teams are allowed to outsource parts and redbull was outsourcing their engine from renault (a french brand which happened to also be another f1 team at the time) (they are currently called alpine) and the engines were not doing so great. they kept overheating and causing problems and costing danny rics wins.

enter christian horner, red bull team principle, disney villain and husband of ginger spice. he is very unhappy with the engine as well (and he made some funny comments to renault team principle at the time, cyril, about it) and he wanted to keep daniel as a driver. so red bull announces halfway through the 2018 season that for the 2019 season they would be partnering with honda for their engine. honda had never appeared in f1 before so this was new territory and some people thought this was a risky move.

one of these people was daniel ricciardo. tho, christian horner and everyone else was convinced that daniel was going to stay, they gave him a contract with everything he wanted but he absolutely shocked the world by announcing that he was leaving red bull and signing with renault for 2019.

this was weird for a few reasons, 1. renault made and used the vey engine he was having problems with at red bull and 2. they were not as competitive if a car as red bull. but he still went there and raced for renault for 2019 and 2020 before announcing at the start of the 2020 season that he was signing with renaults rival, mclaren for 2021. re raced with mclaren for 2021 and 2022 and flopped there before mutually terminating his contract a year early and half retired and was a third driver for testing and pr for red bull in 2023 before getting put in the alpha tauri(red bulls less cool sister team) to replace nyck devries over the summer then broke his hand in a crash and was out for several races. this weekend is his third weekend back. this will be come relevant later.

it’s worth noting that in 2019 when danny rics left red bull and max specifically started doing a whole lot better, had no more engine problems and had a fighting chance at winning.

after losing daniel ricciardo red bull signed pierre gasley, a french guy with interesting hair. he was going but red bull was confident in him. at this point they were still trying to beat mercedes and sir lewis hamilton in the drivers and constructors championship so they needed to be on their a game. pierre was in for half a season before they decided that he didn’t have what it took as he kept falling further down the grid and getting less points.

halfway through the season red bull made the choice to swap him with alex albon, who was racing for alpha tauri (the team may have still been called toro rosso) at the time. so halfway through the season alex, who is half british half thai, part cat and just made a silly cereve commercial in his hotel room with his golfer girlfriend, was in. albon did well, he took awhile to get the hang of it but he did score decent points for red bull. he almost placed on the podium twice before getting knocked off track by lewis hamilton.

worth noting that there was speculation that christian horner may have regretted the swap between gasley and albon. pierre went on to win the race in monza in 2020 in the alpha tauri (a medium shit mid field car which is much slower than the red bull). he’s now racing for alpine (previously called renault)

so 2020 was an interesting year, especially towards the end. and especially for sergio (aka checo) perez. checo at the time was racing for racing point which had been previously called force india before the team owner was arrested for money sillies and it went up for sale. it was bought by lawrence stroll, a canadian billionaire whose son, lance stroll was racing for williams at the time. (williams is a whole separate post but all you need to know now is that they were shit at this time). lawrence bought force india with the caveat that his son would be taking ine of the seats, kicking out esteban ocon. they left checo cause he had more sponsors and they needed money.

though for the 2021 season lawrence had announced that he was rebranding the team to aston martin and signing four time world champion sebastian vettel, leaving checo without a seat.

f1 only has 20 seats so if you find yourself without a contract you either retire, become a reserve driver or go back to f2. checo was going to retire if he didn’t have a seat.

he raced his little heart out tho in bahrain and after getting knocked to the back of the grid fought his way up to first and won the race. christian horner called him after and told him that he was being signed to red bull for 2021, replacing alex albon. alex now drives for williams.

checo arrived right at the start of the max doinancd. max won his first drivers championship in 2021 and also in 2022 and 2023, red bull won the 2022 and 2023 constructors championships, so perez did help them get good points but he was lacking a little.

this year has been weird for him. he’s been not finishing a lot of races due to damages and crashes or ending up further down then they want. and remember, he needs to be keeping up with max which is already a tall order.

in suzuka this year checo bumped into hamilton on the first lap and pitted to replace a few parts then went back out after getting a five second time penalty for the accident. he ended up crashing into kevin magnussen at the hairpin on lap 15 and retired his car. he got another penalty to serve at the next race because he wasn’t finishing that one. red bull then decided to instead give him another car to go out in to serve the penalty in and he went out for a few laps then retired that car. he also crashed on the first lap of his home race in mexico, outraging the entire country.

perez is currently about 20 ish points head of lewis hamilton in the debra championship. he’s in second place. while checo has a contract for 2024, there have been rumors that if he can’t hold onto second in the championship (keep in mind there are 3 races left) he will be getting replaced for 2024. this is not confirmed. not even remotely. but, if he does there are three theories as to who is getting the seat. so let’s get into the theories.

daniel ricciardo.

he has already raced for red bull and raced with max on the same team. he is currently in the alpha tauri and red bull have been knows to swap drivers like that before as seen with pierre and alex. it is known that he wants to be in a red bull again before he retires for real. however, he is slightly older which is a risk. he has appeared in a lot of content with max recently and qualified (and i think finished?) above perez in austin.

2. fernando alonso.

fernando is a spanish two time champion, oldest driver on the grid. he’s currently racing for aston martin but there have been rumors that lawrence stroll is selling aston martin because they didn’t do enough of a good job providing a car for his son. if he sells aston martin fernando wants out. and fernando had the talent that red bull needs.

3. charles leclerc

charles is currently a ferrari driver and he’s very good but he’s getting fucked left right and center up the ass with a spork by the ferrari strategy. he does have a seat with ferrari for 2024 but at the mexico gp last weekend he came in third (after running into checho during the first lap) and christian horner of all people defended him in that accident saying there was nowhere for him to go. this is odd because christian horner is an absolute ass who never does this at all ever. ferrari did not aparently show up to celebrate charles podium win and he went to the after party with red bull. he has also appeared in the red bull ig posts recently. ferrari aparently does want to keep him tho and there is a rumor that they are signing alex albon when his williams contract is over in 2025 so be charles teammate.

also there was a tweet from an f1 journalist last week saying that he didn’t want to believe the rumor that he had heard in the paddock and then he said nothing else. people think he is talking about the red bull seat.

so what will happen to the second red bull seat? no one knows.

[xaharadesert]

Accidental Potion Drinking - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: This is one of the super cute requests I’ve gotten from @firefly-child! It’s taken some time to get to it (as I’m currently working through older requests), but I’m super excited to write something light and fluffy :) the backstory provided was along the lines of MC and their LI having a little wine night when MC accidentally grabs the wrong bottle and they end up drinking a harmless potion instead, which is a really fun request! I don’t know anything about wine, so I’ll just casually skirt around that issue by leaving it to the reader’s imagination, but since the type of potion was left up to me I’ll definitely be having some fun describing the effects! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, and requests are open!

TW: drinking, consumption of alcohol, tipsy characters, mentions of alcohol, sorry I don’t really know how to tag for this kind of thing, but the alcohol bit is really only mentioned briefly to set up the scene

❤️Julian❤️

It didn’t take long to realize that you had grabbed the wrong bottle, considering that after the two of you had taken a few sips of what you had thought was wine you had both started slowly floating upward

There were a few moments where Julian thought to himself “wow, this stuff must be pretty strong, I kinda feel like I’m floating” before he realized that, oh, he was, in fact, floating

This was followed shortly after by only a second of panic, which quickly turned into delight when he remembered he was dating a magician and this sort of thing was probably normal for you

Honestly though, as endearing as it would be for him to simply trust that you were pulling a harmless prank, you would probably be panicking a bit more because oh my stars you grabbed the wrong bottle and which potion was this exactly?

But of course, Julian has an infectious laugh, and seeing as you were already a bit tipsy and nothing majorly bad was currently happening, you dissolved into a fit of giggles as well

By now the two of you were drifting near the ceiling (thank goodness you were inside), laughing at each other as you tried not to spin too far apart

The effects of the potion wore off a few minutes later, seeing as you had only had a few sips each, and you settled down peacefully, no harm done

🧡Portia🧡

The two of you had been having a rather peaceful evening, for once devoid of any sort of job or task that needed tending to

You were genuinely relaxing, drinking wine and telling bad jokes that would send you into full-bellied laughter— the kind that only seemed to grow whenever you tried to stop

With that being said, it wasn’t that surprisingly when the two of you developed a bad case of the hiccups after a while

What was surprising were the bubbles that floated from your mouth afterward

Although you were initially confused, Portia’s obvious delight at the magical turn of events quickly dissuaded your worries

She was always thrilled whenever you performed even the smallest bit of magic in your daily life, and this was no different, even if it was an accident on your part

Her hiccups only seemed to get worse as she laughed harder, tears of joy starting to spill from her eyes

The mood was infectious, and you would find yourself joining her in her pure delight

Small moments of joy such as this permeated your relationship, but this one in particular would always be a favourite of Portia’s, she was sure

💛Lucio💛

You know, even with Mercedes and Melchoir’s incessant barking, you two had been having a rather relaxing evening, sharing your favourite wines with each other as Lucio regaled you with endless stories of his epic past battles and parties

However, as always, things took a turn in the most unexpected way

The two of you had only taken a few sips of a bottle you had brought out when you noticed the dogs’ barks seemed to sound… different

You tuned out Lucio for a moment and came to the realization that you were, in fact, hearing actual genuine words coming from the dogs’ mouths as they yelled at Lucio, an endless chant of “Dad, dad, dad!”

Lucio seemed to have not noticed, so you gave him a gentle shove and motioned for him to be quiet and listen to the dogs, which promptly lead to his own eyes widening and his mouth hanging open as he processed what was happening

He was thrilled, obviously, to be able to communicate with his beloved dogs, and all thoughts of the story he was telling were forgotten

In all honesty, Mercedes and Melchior didn’t seem to have a lot to say other than “Dad!” and “Love!”, but Lucio’s eyes were brimming with tears anyway as he hugged his dogs close

Let’s be real, having the opportunity to tell a beloved pet that you love them and to have them understand it would be one of the greatest feelings of all time, and Lucio was determined to not waste a second

What may have been a small mistake on your part was one of the greatest moments of Lucio’s life, in his words

💚Muriel💚

It wasn’t noticeable at first— then again, Muriel’s voice was rather deep

But after a few more sips, you couldn’t deny it; his voice was definitely getting higher

He had been in the middle of telling you about something funny one of the chicken’s had done that day, and you had been quietly listening, but now you absolutely had to know

So, as politely as possible, you interrupted him, only to find that, oh, yeah, your voice was much higher than before

Both of you seemed pretty shocked, but let’s be honest, it’s hard not to laugh when it sounds like both of you had just inhaled helium, which, apparently, was the effect of the potion you had accidentally poured out for the two of you to drink

Muriel tried to stifle his laughter, but failed miserably as you embraced the situation and let out a long and loud sound of joy

There was no harm in drinking the potion, luckily, so the two of you decided to continue as you were, telling stories in the most serious voices you could while trying not to burst out laughing

💙Asra💙

Most evenings you spent alone with Asra were filled with quiet laughter and gentle light continuing to illuminate the room even after the sun had bid you goodnight, and today was no different

You had opened a new bottle of wine just a few minutes prior, despite both you and Asra having slightly rosy cheeks from being a bit tipsy already

The cozy light of the lantern above your head reflected off of him in a way that almost made him seem like he was glowing, although combined with the way he dressed it wasn’t very unusual

That was until you reached out to him to push aside a stray curl from his face and subsequently realized that relative to you, he really was very much actually glowing

You had been telling him about a particularly stubborn customer earlier, and as a result, hadn’t had as much to drink, so the difference was clear

He picked up on your surprise quickly, and reached up toward his own hair, thinking perhaps there was something stuck in it that startled you, only to also see his skin was glowing with a faint light

Of course, he knew as well as you did that potions were often misplaced in the shop when there was no real urgency to keep them sorted, so he knew right away what was happening, and, frankly, he found it hilarious

If you were at all apprehensive about drinking random potions while tipsy, Asra would have been pick to put those thoughts from your mind by quickly downing more of the potion and snuffing out the lantern

This on it’s own would have been a funny sight, but when he smiled widely at you and you noticed that even his teeth were glowing with a bright white light, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything but laugh, which, of course, had been his plan all along

He would encourage you to drink the potion as well so the two of you could wander around in the darkened Vesuvian streets and scare other citizens :)

💜Nadia💜

Wine nights with Nadia are pretty common— it’s one of her favourite ways to unwind after a long day of working to improve Vesuvia

However, she’s usually the one providing the wine (seeing as she’s a very wealthy Countess), so nights like this one, where you brought over some of your favourites to share, were rather uncommon

The two of you weren’t particularly tipsy when you accidentally poured a potion into her glass instead of wine— an accident that you immediately recognized when Nadia morphed into an entirely different person in front of your eyes

Nadia herself seemed a bit surprised as well, seeing as the effect of the potion usually left the user with a mild child down their spine

You were quick to point out the error and apologize, but to your confusion Nadia seemed thrilled with the mistake

Blending in with Vesuvia’s population to gain a better understanding of her people was something she had always struggled to do, but you had just handed her the perfect opportunity

Wine forgotten, she grabbed your hand and lead you toward what was sure to be one of the most adventurous nights you had ever had in Vesuvia

[amiyahsoul]

The Other Shoe.

INVOLVED: Otis Jones, Mercedes Jones

LOCATION: Mercedes Condo

TIME FRAME: -

NOTES: Mercedes is getting settled into her Condo. 

There was a deep sense of deja vu. Mercedes had been here before, the two bedroom high rise luxury condo that overlooked LA used to be her happy place. Now the twinkling lights of the skyline brought no smiles.The house wasn’t big enough for four people.  She thought as she  tucked the blanket around Mackenna's ever growing frame snugly.   The little girl was not cut out for apartment living, no matter how luxurious. Mercedes slipped from Mack’s room, wiping at her eyes and closed the little girl’s bedroom door behind her.  The sound of clinking, paired with choice curses echo through the house.  Mercedes chuckled, “Dad, you really don’t have to stay.  I can manage.  Why don’t you go back to the hotel and get some rest.” She told him as she walked over to the kitchen. “Mhm…” She chuckled, shaking her head.  Otis was a sight. He had a dish towel tucked around his waist, a makeshift apron, looking for all the world, like a man unused to domestic activities.  “The next house tour isn’t until 1 pm tomorrow. You can meet me there if you like.”

Otis dried the dish and placed it in the cabinet.  “I don’t mind.  It’s been a long time since you and I had daddy daughter time.  Don’t try to get rid of me, girl.” He looked over at Mercedes and smiled warmly.  He closed the cabinet door then wiped his hand on the dish towel.  “I am actually done. “ He took the towel from around his waist and folded and laid it on the countertop, with a heavy sigh, “You made a killing on in the sail of your other house.  I still don’t see why you won't move back to Ohio. You could by a whole farm if you wanted. And  your mother would love it -so would I.  You are going to need help with these kids. Who better than us? 

Mercedes snorted whose life was her dad referring to? I don’t remember that?” She said, a little too quickly, shaking her head.  She rolled her eyes, she felt the world, even before they dripped from his lips. She sighed and moved back into the living room. “I am going to buy a second home  in Ohio, but first I need to establish myself  here in California.  Sam…” She scratched her head, biting her lip.  “This is my home now, dad.  My career is here.” 

Otis frowned, his stomach dropping. His daughter wasn’t wrong. For that matter neither was Samuel, though he wasn’t going to let that asshole know it.  He in a lot of ways he hadn’t prepared his daughters to deal with Fuckboys.  He thought protecting them from this was enough. Boy was he wrong. He  folded his arms over his chest, “We are making new traditions.” He told her with a snap. “Can’t a man grow?” Otis groaned, moving out of the kitchen. “You can’t keep this up, baby doll.  He said nostril’s flaring. “You can’t stay in service to a man who doesn’t love you.  You need to do what’s best for yourself and your children.” 

Mercedes.snorted.  “If you say so.” She thought, picking up the remote, she eased herself down on the couch. “ Mack does loves spending time with Papa. That for sure.  Thank you for all your help.” She said flippin on the flat screen, she was pleased when an episode of Golden Girls appeared. She lowered the volume on the set, and looked over at Otis.  “ Everything is about Samuel.” She told her father, matter of factly.  “We made children together and he actually loves spending time with his babies. I love you daddy but we barely saw you going up, Yet  mom never moved us away.” She challenged over his constant nagging.

Otis sniffed, “you can’t compare me and your mother to you and Samuel.” He said, taken back by Mercedes even trying.  He calmed himself then sat beside his daughter determined to reason with her.  “You need to start building a life for yourself. I don’t think sitting here in California waiting for Samuel is healthy. That guy doesn’t have a clue how to be a good man. What are you going to do when he has other women around Mack and the babies? It’s only going to break you down further.” He held his hand up, to stifle the protest he knew was coming.  “Don’t say you can handle it.  We both know that’s a lie.”  

Mercedes glared at her father.  With a heavy sigh, she shook her head.  “First off, you and mother’s relationship wasn’t always a happy one. Or do you think we just didn’t notice?” She reminded him, “I am not sitting around waiting for Samuel.” She told the man, letting all the pain she felt coat her words. “Some things are just too much to heal. That’s Samuel and I. Or maybe it’s just me.” She said bitterly, “You never gave him a chance.  Not as a boy or man.  Why? Because his father was an ass? Daddy, your hands ain’t clean and neither are mine. Listen, I know I have to let him go.  I accept that.” She stated matter of factly.  “But what I won’t do is hurt the kids or him by separating them.  He is a great father. It is the least I can do.” she said quietly as her father brought up things she hadn’t even begun to process. She closed her eyes and let the images roll over her. “Daddy, there is so much you don’t know or understand.  I won’t deny it’s going to be hard.  I love Samuel.  I always will.” She confessed. “I tried to protect him from my wrong doings.  Hide things that I knew would destroy us if he ever found out. -I am lying.” She exhaled, twisting her lips, “ I kept things from him to protect myself. I walked a tightrope because I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted him to see me always in a goodlish light. That didn’t work and it made us both miserable.  He knew me to well to fall for it. - I don’t know.” She said, rubbing her eyes. “Whatever- I deal with it.  I’ll be okay. It’s not about what I want anymore. It’s about Mack.” She said rubbing her stomach, “And these two. I can’t be a scared little girl anymore.  I will protect these children even from my own selfishness.” 

Otis sat quietly sickness welling up in his chest. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “I was building a lifestyle for you guys.  I couldn’t stay still, you can’t make money in one place.” He challenged, make the excuse he always did. “Yes! You can say that… All that puppy shit was a mask. The man he is right now is the real Samuel.  I always knew..  Did you think having a wife and a baby at 17 or 18 was going to keep him from turning into a no count abusive cheater.” He got to his feet tired of this self pity shit. “It wasn’t!  He would have been the same. Only then you would have been just like Samuel’s mother.  Beat down.  At least now you have your own career.  You need to count your blessings. Name them one by one. You’re free! ”

Mercedes leaned back on the couch pushed back by her father’s onslaught.  Her heart clinched, eyebrows narrowing. The calculations running in her mind… “I never mention a baby…” She told her father quietly. The words drop so coldly the air they froze between them. 

“What?!” Otis paused, confused by his daughter's question.  

Mercedes shook her head, using her hand, to push herself up from the couch.  “You said a wife and a kid… But I never told you about a baby.” Did Samuel tell her father about the abortion?  It was possible. But something felt wrong. 

Otis cast around, “I… I meant... “ He lips tighten, “You didn’t need a baby at 17, Mercedes. It took everything extra penny I had to set up those record deals. But I knew you could make it.  I knew, baby.  Everything was set.. You couldn’t throw your career away.  I couldn’t let you.  Not on a country no count boy like Samuel.  So I signed for the abortion and told them to just take you in. It was to protect you…”    

Mercedes stared at the floor, hot tears hitting the carpet. She laughed then, chuckles that held no joy only deep sorrow.  “Wow-” She said, hand going to her face. “Get out…” She told her father, quiet like the approach of an oncoming storm. 

Otis took a step toward his child, hands outstretched to take her arms. “Baby girl.” He said, swallowing hard. 

“GET OUT!” Mercedes yelled like a whip crack.  Mackenna began to cry, sleep disturbed by her yell. She looked wildly at the man, hands raised as if to comfort her.  “How dare you.  That wasn’t your decision to make.  Do you even know what you did to me? Do you?” She shook her head, a sick overwhelming feeling, taking hold. “A fucking man of action. You never once sat down and talked to me.  Protecting me? “ She laughed, touching her stomach. “Get out of my house now!” She said, once again moving to Mackenna’s room. 

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Klainetober day 27

Prompt 27: Candy Corn

Summary: Quinn hosts a party, Kurt pines for his best friend, and Lauren is right afterall

Notes: If I wrote glee, this would probably be somewhere in season 2, I guess.

AO3

Kurt was thankful he wasn’t hosting this party. When Quinn volunteered her empty house for a Halloween Bash, he was relieved. Not that Burt and Carole wouldn’t have let the New Directions spend a night watching scary movies in the basement (they absolutely would have) but because Kurt and Finn won’t be on clean-up duty for once. He was also excited for Puck’s promise of alcohol. Though Kurt had bad experiences in the past with drinking he was determined to give it a second chance and limit his intake this time. He would pace himself and hope to God he wouldn’t embarrass himself...again.

Some of the glee club was doing shots (Brittany, Santana, Puck, and Artie) but most were content with the apple cider and caramel vodka mixture Quinn and Mercedes had made. In fact, they enjoyed it so much, the two girls were in the kitchen stirring up a second batch. Having volunteered to be a designated driver, Finn was content with his handful of candy corn.

Unsurprisingly, Rachel had brought her karaoke machine and attempted to convince Finn to sing a spooky duet with her. Except, she was slurring her words and kept saying “spoopy.”

Mike and Tina were half-dancing and half-making out in the center of the living room. Sam was in deep conversation with Blaine and a few other Warblers about the latest Star Wars film.

Lauren came over to where Kurt was standing by the food table.

“Why so glum?” she asked, nudging his shoulder.

“I’m not glum.”

“Are you just a sad drunk cause I don’t need any crybabies tonight?”

Kurt remembered Finn telling him Lauren was an angry drunk. She had torn Puckerman a new one at their last drunk get together.

“No crybabies here,” he swore, “just wishful daydreams.”

His eyes wandered back to Sam and Blaine. They were sitting awfully close together. If Kurt didn’t already attempt to hit on Sam, he’d assume Blaine was interested in the blond. Unfortunately, for both himself and Blaine, Sam was very straight (or so he claimed, Kurt still thought no straight man would bleach his hair) and dating Quinn.

“Lingering feelings?” Lauren questioned, following Kurt’s gaze.

“For Sam?” Kurt clarified. “No, I’m definitely over that crush. It was headed nowhere just like all my other ones.”

“Eh, boys suck anyway. Who needs ‘em?”

Kurt grabbed a soft pretzel and bit off a piece.

Lauren kept talking, “You really have no type then.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” Lauren took a sip of her cider from an orange solo cup. “From Gigantor to Southern Surfer to Curly Q. You’ve got me stumped, do they have anything in common?”

“Being nice to me, I suppose,” Kurt told her. “Finn eventually helped with the bullying, Sam was willing to sing a duet with me until Finn warned me not to, and Blaine is like my best friend.”

“You need higher standards, Hummel.” Lauren shook her head. “You can’t just fall in love with nice guys. You need someone who actually cares about you. Who loves you.”

Even tipsy, Lauren gave good advice.

“That’s the thing, I think maybe…” Kurt trailed off.

The front door burst open and in came the remaining Cheerios and football players. Behind them, half of the McKinley population.

“I don’t care what anyone says, there’s gotta be more than one gay at McKinley. You and I, Hummel, are about to find him.”

For the next hour or so, Lauren dragged Kurt around the house and made obscene comments about the party-goers. Kurt’s pretty unwilling to talk to any boy Lauren deems “team gay.” Not because he doesn’t trust her input, he does, it’s just Kurt doesn’t want just any boy, he wants Blaine. They ultimately end up in the living room again and Kurt is back to trying not to be caught watching his crush.

Only Sam is still on the couch talking to Blaine.

“If I get blondie to leave, will you swear to jump in there and talk to him?”

“He’s my best friend. I don’t have trouble talking to him,” Kurt told her.

“Liar. If you didn’t have issues talking, you’d be dating.”

Without another word, Lauren gets Sam away from Blaine. Kurt doesn’t want to know what she said to make him jump up like that but he’s glad for the opportunity. Even though he didn’t really promise Lauren anything he jumps into Sam’s vacated spot on the couch.

“Hi Kurt, enjoying yourself? I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”

“I was with Lauren,” he explained, “she was attempting to find another gay boy who goes to McKinley to prove me wrong.”

Before they get past how-do-you-dos, Sam is standing on top of a table shouting “Cops!”

At first, Kurt is confused by this but then it all clicks and he understands.

“We gotta go,” Kurt said, grabbing Blaine’s hand.

In no state to drive and thankful Finn had parked a couple of blocks away, Kurt dragged Blaine out the back door and ran. When it came to underaged high school parties, shouting ‘cops’ was like someone shouting fire. That is to say: chaos.

Once the house was no longer in sight, the boys walked to a nearby park to catch their breath.

“Who knew McKinley’s parties were so exciting?” Blaine said.

“I certainly wouldn’t,” Kurt replied. “I thought Quinn was limiting it to glee people.”

“Sam told me she’s already prepping for prom queen. Something about throwing good parties and earning favor with the popular kids.”

Kurt nodded. That sounded like Quinn. Unforgettable parties were a great way to be remembered.

Blaine took a seat on one of the swings. “What were you saying back at the house about finding another gay boy?”

“Oh.” Kurt hoped the cold would explain his red cheeks and sat on the swing next to Blaine. “I told Lauren there’s no other out gay kids at McKinley, it’s just me.”

“And?”

“Pretty sure, I’m still right. We were unsuccessful.”

“Not for long,” Blaine said.

Kurt whipped his head around. “What do you mean?”

“I’m transferring so I guess the out gay population just doubled.”

“Why?” Kurt blurted out. “I mean, you are?”

“Yeah, um, my mom’s had enough of my dad’s BS so we’re moving to Lima. I want to live with her so that means leaving Dalton.”

“Well, I’m sad that you have to leave the Warblers but I’m also glad you’ll be with me. At McKinley that is.”

Blaine ducked his head and chuckled.

“You being at McKinley is definitely a bonus.”

Kurt shyly smiled back at his friend.

“So, I don’t want to make things weird but I feel there’s an opportunity here. I was talking to Wes and Sam earlier and they agreed there’s really nothing stopping me from asking now.”

“Curiosity peaked,” Kurt replied.

“Just promise you’ll say no if you don’t want to. We can completely forget I even asked at all if that’s what you want.”

“Okay…”

Blaine rubbed his hands on his jeans.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kurt’s eyes widened a bit before he started looking around in confusion trying to process this new development. Only in a few of his daydreams did Blaine return his feelings. Was this actually happening? Or was some sort of witchcraft at play?

He must’ve nodded his head because Blaine stood up from the swing.

“You’re sure?” he asked, leaning in.

“Yeah.”

Kurt met him halfway. He wants to say it was a perfect first kiss but it wasn’t. No fireworks, nothing like that, and Kurt had no idea what to do with his hands. Would Blaine feel weird if he ran his fingers through his curls? Should Kurt hold his waist?

It was also brief. A few seconds of lips touching. Chaste and sweet but not mind blowing.

“I really like you, Kurt,” Blaine told him. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“I’m not busy.”

“Have dinner with me?”

“I’d like that.”

Blaine smiled and sat back down on his swing.

“And Blaine,” Kurt said. “I really like you too.”

At school on Monday, Blaine’s first day and Kurt’s first day with a boyfriend, Lauren met Kurt at his locker.

“Heard there’s a new kid.”

“Yeah, there is,” he confirmed.

“Guess I was right after all,” she replied.

Kurt tilted his head, confused.

“There is more than one out gay kid in McKinley. You can thank me for telling Sam the cops were coming later.”

With that, she walked away leaving Kurt staring after her with his jaw open.

“Hey you,” Blaine said, leaning against the lockets. “What’s going on?”

“Lauren Zizes is not a force to be reckoned with, Blaine,” Kurt told him, shutting his locker. “Don’t test her.”

“Noted. Walk me to class?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

If their hands brushed together a little too long as they walked in the hallway, no one said a thing.

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Frostbite- Recovery (Chapter 3)

It was a decent day outside after a long, boring day of school. Crisp, clear, the sun peaking out from behind the canopy of clouds scattering the periwinkle blue sky. Casey strolled through the crowded streets of New York, thrilled to hang with his best (non human) friends.

"Casey, wait up!" Riley whined, blowing a huge bubble of pink bubblegum. She trailed behind her older brother with less pep in her step, due to her lugging a heavy backpack. She was a short middle schooler, with a jet black pixie cut and dark almond shaped eyes. Freckles dotted her fair cheeks. A complete pain, but he would be lying if he didn't say he cared for the little squirt.

"Sorry kid." Casey said, ruffling his little sister's hair, much to her annoyance. "I'll walk slower."

"So what are we gonna do today?" She asked eagerly. "The sky's the limit!" She flashed him a cheeky, braces filled grin. Riley didn't really have any friends of her own. Too shy, and a bit strange around her classmates. Her love of sports made her an outcast with the girls, and none of the boys wanted to hang with a 'weirdo'. Luckily, Casey would be her best friend for life, he had vowed that.

"You said it!" Casey checked his phone. A text from Raph asking if he was joining them for patrol.

Riley frowned. "Is that one of your friends again? The super weird ones?"

"Er...yeah." He pocketed his phone. "Boring friend stuff."

"Yeah, your gang."

"They're not a gang..."

"Mhm. Sure. I won't tell dad you're a drug dealer if you tell me the truth." She sang.

"I'm not a..." Casey said. "You're bluffing."

"Am I?" She looked mischievously at him, winking.

Laughing, Casey flicked her nose.

Riley looked at him seriously. "You're not gonna ditch me for them, again, right?"

"Nah, don't worry. Come on, let's go to the rink."

But Riley seemed distracted. She trailed ahead, following something that Casey didn't see.

"Hey, Ri! Wait up!" He panted, raising an eyebrow. "Riley Elizabeth Jones! You can't just run off..." He was starting to sound like her mother- which was enough to make him stop talking.

"Look at it..." She crouched down, cooing at a little racoon blinking and twitching its nose at her. "I'm gonna call you Sparky."

Casey winced, reminded of rats just by looking at the weird creature. "Ugh, no you're not- come on before the rink closes, pipsqueak."

"Aw, okay."

~•~

Evening drew quicker than he expected, and before he knew it, the sun had dipped down the horizon and the sky was a peachy orange. After making sure Riley was safe at home, he ducked through a manhole cover and climbed into the depths of the creepy sewers. The sewers weren't terrible, but he would be lying if he didn't have to plug his nose in order to prevent the foul odors from entering his precious nostrils. He didn't know how the turtles managed it. Wait...do turtles even have noses?

'I'll have to Google that later.' He thought to himself, trudging through the mucky waters, trying his best not to think about what exactly was in the water. Though he already knew the answer, it wasn't fun to dwell on such disgusting matters.

No, Casey Jones could handle the smell. But what he couldn't handle was...

A rat scurried past him and he let out an involuntary squeal of horror.

Rats still gave him the creeps.

Sighing, Casey stumbled his way into the lair, where he was pleased to find Raphael hunched over a game of pinball, deep in concentration.

"Hey Raph." He greeted, leaning forward to get a closer look.

Raph only grunted in response.

"We're still on tonight to ride our bikes?"

"No, Dr. Frankenstein still hasn't fixed my bike."

"Ah jeez. We can still hang though tonight? At patrol?"

"Ha, I wish! Nah, Leo wants us to go searching for the mutant tonight." He grumbled back. The ball spun around and fell forward, the brief moment of distraction causing the turtle to lose. A big 'Game Over' in neon lights hung mockingly over his head. "Argh...damnit!" He punched the arcade machine so roughly it nearly toppled over. "Whatever, that game's stupid anyway."

"Where is Leo anyway?"

"Doing some meditation shit with April and Sensei." Raphael shrugged. "To focus their minds. I dunno, I wasn't really listening. I tend to tune Leo out, y'know?"  He gave a wicked grin. "Say, we might have some time to read some comics or-"

An aggressive, distorted guitar riff interrupted their banter- followed by what sounded like a man screaming like a banshee.

"Woah!" Casey exclaimed.

Raph grimaced. "Not again. He's always playing it at the worst possible moments."

"Mikey?" Casey wondered, thinking the genre of music must be the orange clad turtle's choice.

"Mikey?" Raph repeated, shaking his head. "Nope, that's all Donnie. When he needs to 'unwind' he plays it as loud as possible. Even without headphones!"

"Donnie?" Casey said, flabbergasted. "But he's so-"

"Geeky? Yeah I know. I can't believe he of all turtles thinks that crap is real music."

"Hey, it is real music!" Casey said defensively.

"Oops, did I strike a nerve?" Raph teased. "Didn't know you liked it."

"Well yeah! The Electric Skullz are legendary!"

"Aw, nerd bonding." Raph held a stubby hand up. "Please save me the embarrassment and go talk with someone who cares." He gave Casey a condescending pat on the head.

"Maybe I will." He said gruffly, following the noise.

Raph chortled with laughter, only stopping when he realized Casey was serious. "Wait- come on, man. I thought you and Donnie hated each other? Let's go do something- and he's gone."

Realizing he was now alone, he crossed his arms. "Eh, I'm gonna go watch Full House."

~•~

Casey hesitated, but ultimately his love for the heavy metal tunes was enough to follow it.  He felt awkward, like he shouldn't be doing this. Casey Jones was no snoop- he just was embarrassingly curious for his own good.

Passing Leo's room, then Mikey's, he finally found the last room in the hall. He creaked open the door, peering inside.

Donnie's room had clearly not been slept in very often. It was neat, but not in the same neatness as Leonardo's, who frequently cleaned his room but it still looked used. This room looked barely touched, and the bed had no creases or anything proving a living being had slept in it. A folded tatami mat was poking under the bed. Posters of scientists, newspaper clippings and photographs were decorating the dull grey walls, strung together with such precision. Some inventions were scattered on the floor, clearly failed ones as they had wires sticking out.

But what caught his eye was the turtle in the middle. He was...dancing. Every movement he made was precise, delicate. Of course, the skills of being a ninja helped, but each step was to the beat (well, less beat, more of intense screaming). It was surprisingly adorable.

Wait...adorable? That couldn't be the right word. 

"Sick moves!" He said, hoping his voice was loud over the music.

Donnie froze, suddenly aware he was being watched. His expression was a mixture of being mortified, then slowly switched to horror and anger.

"Wh- I- I wasn't-" He sputtered, blushing and stumbling over to shut the stereo off.

"Hey, hey, chillax." Casey raised one hand to show he meant no harm. "I love the Electric Skullz too!"

Donnie looked puzzled. "Y...You do?"

"Heh, for sure!" He replied genuinely, a smile revealing itself.

Donnie smiled back, finally relaxing. "And you're not just pulling my leg?"

"Nope. I'll prove it to ya. In 2012, the lead singer of the Electric Skullz was Nova Kun. She then stepped down after mysteriously disappearing. And then was replaced by-"

"James Mercedes!" Casey and Donnie finished in unison.

"Woah..." Donnie's eyes sparkled with delight. "My brothers always hated heavy metal. I don't even think they consider it real music!"

"Not even Mikey?"

Donnie shook his head. "He likes that bubblegum pop stuff. It's okay but..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really my thing."

"Me neither." He agreed. "Don, you shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed. This stuff's cool."

"You think so?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

Donnie looked at him wearily.

"Would I ever lie to you about music?" Casey said. "I'm very serious when it comes to good tunes."

He thought for a moment, then smiled. "I guess not."

Casey returned the smile, bumping his shoulder playfully. The turtle's cheeks warmed, chuckling.

"Maybe you aren't so annoying."

"Gee, thanks, I'm touched." Casey said sarcastically. "You aren't so terrible either."

The bedroom door slammed open abruptly, causing both human and turtle to jump. A stoic Leonardo was behind the door.

"Patrol time Donnie." He said simply, his arms behind his back. "...and Casey?" He squinted, trying to process what he was looking at. "Uh...what's going on guys?"

They exchanged looks.

"Nothing!" lied Donnie.

"Just a couple of dudes being bros." Casey said, draping his arm around the tall turtle's shoulders. "Amigos, chum of chums..."

"Not there yet, Jones."

"Eh, he's warming up to me. We're like comrades...buddies..."

"I think I get it." Leo smirked.

Casey found himself leaning against Donnie's closet after he was pushed aside. "Say...why do you even have this? You guys don't even wear clothes..."

"That information is classified." Leo narrowed his eyes. "So, patrol?"

"No problemo Leo." Casey said quickly, stepping away to leave the room. "Are we partnering up again?"

"No, this is a solo stake out mission."

Casey looked back at Donnie who's eyes flickered in ...disappointment? The action was so brief, he barely caught it. No doubt Donnie was just upset about not being partnered with April. Yes, that had to be right. Why else would he be disappointed? Though Casey would be lying if he said he didn't want to talk about the Electric Skullz some more.

"You coming, Don?" Leo glanced back at his younger brother who hadn't moved from his spot.

"Yes, of course." The blank stare from Donatello had switched to a serious, determined one.

"Let's go."

~•~

Leo climbed out of the manhole cover, followed by Raph, Mikey, April, Casey and Donnie. He scanned the area, checking for anything suspicious. As the oldest brother and arguably the most mature, he had a duty to protect his family. So far the only suspicious activity was a raccoon rustling through a trash can. But he would never let his guard down for anything.

"Mikey and I last saw the mutant near Eastman and Laird. I'm thinking we scope around, keep our eyes peeled. If you see anything- and I mean anything, contact one of us and we'll come for backup. Your T-Phones are there for a reason."

"I dunno, Scalysnout was pretty tough!" Mikey said.

"Scalysnout." Raph repeated.

He looked sheepish. "Eh, it needs work." 

"A lot of work."

After each member was assigned locations, Donnie started his mission alert and focused. Though he liked working with his brothers, April and to a lesser extent Casey, he was more in his element when he worked alone. It gave him time to breathe. Of course, the return of a dangerous mutant wasn't exactly comforting.

Climbing the roofs, the mutant ninja concentrated on making sure he wasn't being followed. Which involved him frequently checking behind himself.

'It's not paranoia, it's called being sharp.' Donnie silently quoted Leo under his breath.

The night was oddly quiet though. One would breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of an early night, but Donnie still felt uneasy. He glanced around, the full moon glistening in the sky over a blanket of stars. Peaceful, if one wasn't anxious about a rampaging monster patrolling the dark streets.

Still...it didn't seem like anything was happening.

"Hey, let go of me!"

'And once again, I've spoken too soon.' Donnie thought bitterly to himself, but he followed the sound of distress.

He slid down the fire escape, landing in a dark alleyway. Turning the corner, but still hiding in the shadows, he found the source.

A girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old was furiously fighting off two Purple Dragons with her fists. Her attacks, though admirable, were completely useless. The gang members merely jeered and pushed her effortlessly to the ground. The girl was definitely a bit strange, especially with the racoon perched on her shoulder- but Donnie didn't have time to judge her.

"Ha, got it!" One of the members snatched her phone, tauntingly holding it over her head. Because of her size, she had no chance of grabbing it back.

"Give it back, creep!"

Donnie had to act now or this girl was toast. Raising his bō in front of him, he whacked one of the members to the ground with a swift movement.

"What the-"

"Who did that? Show yourself!" One of the men demanded, swinging his switchblade defensively.

The other lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Donatello knew better than to make himself seen- especially in front of the girl. But that didn't stop him from defending her. He jabbed his staff directly in the other man's solar plexus, knocking him down instantly. 

Realizing their invisible opponent was fierce, the Purple Dragons made a hasty retreat.

"Wow that was nuclear!" The girl exclaimed, eyes wide. "Thanks, er, whoever you are."

"Not a problem. Do you need help getting home?"

"Yeah, my brother would probably kill me if he knew I was walking home alone. I just came to pick up some food from Murakami and then those creeps attacked me."

"They're known for that." Donnie agreed. "You really shouldn't be walking alone at night. It's dangerous for a kid." He hadn't meant to sound condescending, but the girl bristled anyway.

"Hey, I'm thirteen!" She paused, biting her lip. "Almost."

Donnie chuckled lightly. "Still, I'll help you get home."

"Thanks...erm...?"

"Donatello." He supplied.

"I'm Riley." She started to walk ahead, but realized her new friend didn't seem to be following her.

"I'm behind you, don't worry." Donnie said. "Just have to keep my distance."

"Ain't ya gonna show yourself?"

"Better not. But if anyone comes at ya, I'll help."

Riley stopped, now suspicious. "Come into the light."

"Riley I..."

"Do it now."

He could hear Master Splinter's scolding as he stepped out of the shadows in front of the streetlight. He held his breath, awaiting a scream. A little girl seeing a giant humanoid turtle was destined to end horribly. But she had a gutsy look in her eye that comforted him slightly.

"Woah..." Riley uttered. "You're a ..."  She reached a shaky hand to lightly touch Donnie's bicep. "You're real?"

Donnie nodded slowly, his brown eyes looking gently at the little girl. "I am."

"Are you an alien or...is this a costume?"

He chuckled. "Not quite."

"Either way, I owe you one for saving me. I don't care what you look like. I've seen weirder."

Donnie had a faint suspicion she was referring to the Kraang invasion.

"Besides," She continued. "No one will mess with me if you're by my side." She smirked, and Donnie swore her cheeky grin looked strangely familiar.

~•~

By the time Donnie had returned, the other three brothers were already at the lair. To his surprise, it wasn't Raphael who was in a sour mood. It was Leo, who stormed over with the rage of someone who was told Space Heroes had been cancelled.

"Where have you been?" He demanded, cutting any small talk.

"On...patrol?" Donnie stared down quizzically at his shorter brother. "Like we were supposed to."

"Don't sass me. You had us worried."

"I wasn't worried." Raph replied honestly. " "Chill, Mother Hen. Donnie's a big boy." Raph rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Raphael."

"We all came back half an hour ago." Leo crossed his arms bossily.

"Don't mind him. He's just grumpy because none of us found Scaleysnout." Mikey murmured, eyes glued to the TV screen.

"That's not why I was...I was concerned, is all."

"I wasn't aware there was a curfew." Donnie shot back irritably. "Something held me up."

"Like what? A stop sign?" Mikey said, collapsing into giggles as if it was the funniest joke. When nobody laughed he scooted back to the television set. His oldest brothers stared at him for a moment, before looking back at Donnie.

"Explain?" Leo asked.

"The Purple Dragons attacked some kid. I couldn't just stand there so I defended her."

"Nice work D!" Mikey praised.

"How admirable." said Raph sarcastically. "You saved one person. Do you want a gold star? We save people all the freakin' time, genius. Except we don't usually gloat about it."

"I'd hardly call that gloating." defended Donnie.

"Besides you should really talk. You gloat, like, all the time Raph." Mikey teased, bracing himself for Raphael to slap him on the head. "Uncle, uncle!" He wailed. "I'm sorry! Raph, stop!"

Leo stayed silent, analyzing the situation. 

"She was just a kid. I didn't know what else to do." Donnie said, reading Leo's unimpressed body language. "And she didn't freak out when she saw me...so that's always a plus."

"She saw you?" Leo repeated. "Donatello, that was completely foolish! You know Sensei always told us to stay in the shadows."

Donnie hung his head, already preparing himself for a lecture.

"When I tell Splinter..."

"You wouldn't, Leo." Donnie interrupted. "Because that would be so hypocritical of you, and you know it. Showing myself was the only way to save her- Riley. And who's going to believe that a giant talking turtle saved her from a gang? Be realistic."

Leo's lips twitched, ready to retort, but didn't. "Fine."

Raph looked up, releasing Mikey from a chokehold. "Did you say Riley? That's weird."

"It's a fairly common name Raph."

"Well, yeah. It's also Casey's sister's name. He's mentioned her a few times to me."

Donnie perked up slightly. "Oh...that's interesting."

"Could just be a coincidence. New York is a pretty big city."

"I guess so."

"You need to be more careful, Donnie." Leo scolded. "You were lucky this person you saved was related to one of our friends. If she even is."

"Jones and I aren't really friends." He thought for a moment, remembering just a few hours ago when they bonded over music. "It's complicated."

"Aw no way!" Mikey complained. "I thought you two were finally getting along! This is bogus, dude!"

"Why do you even care?"

"Because you two have a lot in common!" Mikey scooted over. "I thought you guys would be bros in no time." He pointed at the screen. "Watch this for a sec. See, these two characters Ripjaw and Ellie hated each other!"

"Yeah, and?" 

"I remember this episode." Leo said fondly.

Donnie watched the television moodily. Two heroes in spacesuits seemed to be arguing about something.

"Stop following me, you fool! You're always getting in my way."

"So?" He said, hands on his hips. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Keep watching!" Mikey snapped, uncharacteristically harsh. "Look!"

"We have to put aside our differences!" Ellie yelled. "If we don't, the evil Slothman will kill our friends!"

"I'm not working with you!" Ripjaw sneered.

"Stop being selfish! Why do you even hate me so much?"

"Because...I love you."

"You...do?"

"More than anything."

"I love you too!"

Donnie made a face of pure horror as the character's embraced. "No. No way!"

Leo and Raph meanwhile seemed to find this extremely amusing.

"See what I mean?" Mikey pointed out, oblivious to the implications.

"Oh you bet we do." Raph sneered. "Can I plan the wedding?"

Leo batted his eyelashes. "I'll be the best man." He concluded.

"I'll be the Flower girl!" Mikey chimed in, eager to be included.

Donnie's cheeks turned beet red.

"Well I didn't mean you two kiss or anything." Mikey said sheepishly. "But you could totally be friends!"

Donnie shook his head furiously. "Over my dead body. I'd rather eat raw sewage than be friends with him. Let alone-" He blushed.

"Aw, love is still alive." Raph rested his head on his palms.

Donnie scowled.

Leo frowned. "Come on Don, you know we were only teasing."

"Whatever. This show is clearly for kids. I've got work to do."

The three remaining brothers looked at each other uneasily as they watched Donatello storm away to his lab.

"That ...didn't exactly go to plan." Mikey said nervously.

[nonbelievcr]

[ LAURA HARRIER, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER  ] right, here are the files we have on THE PREPPER  ——— BARRETT, REGINA. 31 years old, CIVILIAN. current employment looks like a VETERINARIAN & OWNER OF LITTLE WHISKERS ANIMAL CARE CENTER. current residence is a FARM in KIRBY LAKE for the past 31 YEARS. current views have been noted as SLIGHTLY AGAINST THE COTC. current risk level has been listed as LOW.

YOUR SIN IS: GLUTTONY.

mrow hello, i’m cee ( she / her ) n i am currently watching the x files non-stop. i love girls who would punch my lights out, hence i’m writing reggie. i have,, zero knowledge of far cry BUT i lov me a good ol’ cult plot so ! here i am. plenty more deets below, if u can’t get thru her background section i understand and can tell u in a quadruple msg over discord instead x that being said ! if u find it easier to plot on discord rather than tumblr’s desgosteng im system, that’s cool! lmk and we can chat there :]

AESTHETICS

leather boots scuffed and cracked, a warped transistor radio playing tinnily at first morning light, tarnished gold heirlooms, hair pulled back in a ponytail tight enough to induce a headache, grooves on the bridge of the nose where glasses were, caustic insults on the tongue, grass that glistens with dew, bitter winters, the unending drive to be perfect, burn scars on the fingertips, the crack of a gunshot, sweetness of damp stock feed. 

BACKGROUND

eden county, born and raised. the second child and only daughter to hugh and layla barrett, it should have been expected that both parents doted her as the only girl. it was quite the opposite, in fact. her brother ignatius had the spotlight from the get-go, tall and handsome and smart. so smart, it made him arrogant. so smart, it made regina break herself in order to try and best him.

she had it all, though it was never enough. patent leather and pretty frocks for church and sunday school, private tuition to learn how to play cello and eventually, a nanny. regina, while wanting to best ignatius, soon became rebellious. as young as eight she was minded by someone else, an aging woman from the prim and proper side of town to try and soften her. it didn’t work, to her parents’ dismay. one time the woman left their property cursing her, half her face splattered with mud and pig shit. perhaps, she thought, perhaps it was enough when the split of her father’s twenty-two echoed into the night when she was small, heard over the dead-quiet of hushed breathing while she and her brother hid in the farmhouse basement.

with a good head on her shoulders and an attitude to boot, it wasn’t simply grades the teachers knew her for. smart backhand comments, tormented classmates. it became so to the point where by high school she was on her own, a loner, quiet and clammed up but somehow still the flyer for the cheer team. seemingly good at everything, the university offers that flooded in spoke for themselves.

seventeen and a freshly graduated high schooler, she’s gone. out of the house, to both regina and her parents’ relief. somewhere down in boulder, colorado breaking her back for a veterinary science degree, eating alone in the dining hall. dad says she’ll get the clinic if she studies it. she makes him keep to his word. 

halfway through her third year, her parents arrive. they’re cheerful when they offer ( insist ) to take her for lunch. there’s a strange boy there with his parents when they arrive at the restaurant. family friends, they tell her, with a son about her age. although nobody says it, there’s an odd feeling that there’s an expectation on both of their shoulders to date. love each other. marry. he’s head over heels for her. regina can’t wait for him to give up. he doesn’t, and to silence the endless slew of polite questions from her parents about whether she’s been to talk to him, she caves in and goes on a date.

he’s not bad, by any standard. kind. smart. determined, if not a bit of a pushover when he’s with her. months of dating turns into a relationship and as soon as she’s gotten a shiny new bachelor’s degree, he proposes. she says yes, because the pleading look in his eyes and the expectant gaze of her mother makes her cave, yet again. her father offers to cover the costs of the wedding, with a nice hefty gift on top of that for her new fiance.

two years later, twenty-five and fallen out of a feigned love, she’s blunt in telling him she wants him to leave. have her own life and her own money. it’s been a long time coming, he knows, having slept on the couch for the last fortnight. there’s no divorce, not properly. just regina halfheartedly apologising to him, making sure he keeps the money her father gave him. besides, they’ll still bump into each other on the street from time to time. maybe.

he’s gone. out of eden county before shit hits the fan again. just like her parents, who left the week of their wedding to move out to shitsville, minnesota to live with ignatius. he’s in the middle of nowhere and yet they still love him, a humble banker with a rolex and mercedes benz. he’s more tolerable, anyway. not paranoid like her, oh no. 

it’s then, alone, regina quietly lines the walls with supplies. ammo, food, water, a little tucked away in her basement, some of it tucked away in scattered spots over the farmland, some further into town. it makes perfect sense to her when she catches wind that her dear ex-husband has somehow wound up with the chosen. something, someone mumbles, about a promise that she would love him again. but she’s making bank now - suck on that, ignatius. secrets are worth far more than stocks here, and it’s the thing keeping her alive. 

WANTED PLOTS

growing pains: regina’s childhood friends. someone she’s confided in, and still does. someone who would’ve loved to see her topple down from her pedestal in high school. someone she lost touch with after graduation.

take care: a tentative friendship. regina won’t admit to it, but she likes your company.

eardrum buzz: the trusted individual she’ll go game hunting with.

bones: those who’ve been on the receiving end of her twenty-two. a more than unwelcome presence on her farm.

terrible things that could happen: those that come to her for information. perhaps this is your first time nervously trudging up the driveway. perhaps you’re used to sitting in the kitchen late at night with the smell of acrid coffee in your nose and the murmur of sullen conversation.

[lou-is-creative]

Unpredictable (pt 8)

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7: Other plans

ꜱᴏɴɢ:  Death of me - SAINT PHNX

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

AN: Pic isn’t mine, sorry this took so long, have fun!!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!! VIOLENCE !!!!!!!!!!!!

Eight had stopped his car in front of a small bridge. He and the others observed the scenery quietly.

Six security men were eying the car suspiciously, while holding their guns a little tighter. One of them, who seemed to be a little bit lost and unsure, was pushed forward to do a check up.

The ghost opened his window, putting on a slightly frightened face to maintain his image.

"Hello?"

He greeted the stranger and the other looked quite happy to not be the only one who didn't quite know what was going on.

"Who are you and what do you want? This bridge is private property."

"Uhhhh I am.. Jacob, I want to visit Amanda... But I guess I'm at the wrong address?"

The man in front of him started to relax a bit.

"Oh okay, you're Jacob. Well that is something different. We were told that you'd come here. Not exactly that you'd come with such a cool car, but we knew you'd come"

Eight smiled, genuinely happy he found someone else who liked his car. Five groaned.

"You like it? It's brand new."

"It looks very nice. And- oh, you have a watch in the same colour?"

The guy asked and the proud owner of the matching watch on his wrist looked at it, smiling cheekily.

"I do, yeah. Thought it looked great together."

Now even the guy with the gun started to look rather interested than business like.

"It does, so what model is it exactly?"

He let his gun sink and eventually even put it away to take a better look at the interior design of said car.

"Mercedes C-class, AMG of course. Engine too. Maybe I can show you later, if we have some time left"

The boy in the car let the guy look, completely aware of what he was doing, as he heard a familiar voice speaking. Familiar, but not necessarily liked.

"Eight stop talking about your fucking car, no one cares."

Not letting anyone see how pissed he was, the newest member of the group just smiled it off.

"You'd do that? It would be awesome."

"Of course, but only if I have the time. Could be that I gotta rush back, if you understand. But it would be nice for next time!"

He looked at his watch shortly.

"God, I really have to go, can I pass? I swear we're gonna talk again after all of this but I really have to leave."

Eight raised his hand to say good-bye and the security man stepped aside, giving his colleagues a sign to let him pass.

"By the way..."

Eight started his engine and looked at the security man one last time, smiling softly.

"Keep that up, you're doing a good job. I was shit scared to be honest."

And the smile he got back was the most sincere the man with the gun could offer. A quiet 'thank you' left his mouth before Eight passed the bridge. It was one of his talents to know exactly what a person needed to hear.

"Thank god you're finally done."

He heard Five groan and his hands immediately clenched around the steering wheel.

"Okay, that's enough. I know exactly how to do my job and I don't need your comments. So watch your mouth and focus on your own task."

It got very quiet for a moment in the room in which all the other ghosts were in. Everyone was holding their breath.

With Eights natural born gift, to know exactly what others wanted to hear, it wasn't very hard to determine ones weak spot. It does sound like something very practical, something good even, but paired with his lack of impulse control, it did more damage than anything else.

Just like it did at this exact moment. He started a war.

"Listen here, you little brat. If you knew how to do your job, I wouldn't have to say anything."

Five fired back and Four got tensed. He knew exactly how much of a bad idea it was to refer to Eight as little.

"Did you just call me little brat?"

"Are you deaf?"

"Oh no, my ears work very well I just figured you might be a little smarter than that. But seems like I was wrong."

"My mother told me to always tell the truth. And what are you besides an annoying little boy with a weird obsession with his car?"

"I think you need a snickers. You're being a bitch."

Before Five could say anything, One interfered.

"Concentrate on the mission, Eight. You can continue your quarrel later."

"She started it."

Eight stated.

"God how old are you two, twelve?"

Seven interfered and Five snapped once more.

"He is."

"Oh don't confuse your mental age with mine, honey."

"SHUT IT. Both of you."

The ghosts turned around. Four, who was sitting in the very back of the room, couldn't hold it anymore. He hated fights. They were stupid and totally unnecessary. And they also reminded him a lot of the things that happened in the past. He didn't need to see people fighting. Again.

Silence spread and Eight passed the second security stage. He pulled his car over to the parking spot he was guided to and stopped the engine before smoothly getting out of his car.  He didn't need to turn around to know that his girlfriend would rush over to him and nearly suffocate him with her hug. But he just chuckled lowly and turned to wrap his arms around the petite girl, pulling her close.

"I'm so happy to see you again."

He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head before hugging her even closer. She eventually let go and looked at him with shining eyes.

"Me too. God I'm so glad my dad took interest in the car you drive. Or else he wouldn't have invited you. He's obsessed with Mercedes, you know? So he wanted to see your car."

Eight hid his grin well and smiled instead before he laughed nervously, scratching his neck.

"Well I am very glad he has such a great taste in cars. And that I chose this one."

His eyes lingered on her slim figure.

"Is it just me or did you get even more beautiful?"

Amanda grinned a little and hit his shoulder.

"You're unbelievable."

She giggled as she checked him out from head to toe.

"You look decent. Like a guy my father would accept."

Eight chuckled softly and shook his head before he clapped his hands once.

"Great, it was the look I was going for. So, where do we go now? And should I be afraid? I mean after the two security check ups..."

"No, that's just routine, don't worry! Oh and, we should go inside before he thinks that you're late. That would be unfortunate. Come with me."

The blonde girl grabbed Eights hand and pulled him along. She was excited, he could tell. And so could the other ghosts.

Watching a person who was at the brink of falling in love was truly amazing. It was their energy, their smile, their way to express themselves which never failed to make others jealous. And so did Amanda.

She left an impression. Two and Three intertwined their fingers, Five glanced at Four and he couldn't help but smile back.

Maybe it was fate. Maybe all of this was supposed to happen. But no one would ever question Amandas role in this.

Eight, who now found himself in foyer of the mansion turned around a little, his eyes widened and his mouth opened a little.

"Wow it looks nice in here."

Amanda shrugged slightly as she looked around.

"It's good for a prison."

Eight turned to her and raised a brow.

"I mean, I'm locked up. My father will not let me go anywhere more than once a week."

"Are you in danger? Because that would explain the armed guys at the bridge."

"They aren't just at the bridge. They are literally everywhere. Well, not completely everywhere. I've convinced him to send them away from my rooms."

She told him proudly and Eight nodded shortly.

"So, will you show me your rooms later? I bet they look pretty."

"I think you're being a little too fast, young man."

Eight looked up and there, at the upper end of the stairs he stood. Jim Wright. Father of Amanda Wright, subject of this whole mission.

"That is why I used the term later, Sir."

Eight grinned a little as he faced the man who was now walking down the stairs to greet the two of them.

"My name is Jim Wright, or Mr. Wright for you. I'm Amandas father."

Eight shook the other mans hand and looked at him with a strong gaze.

"It's an honour to meet you, Sir. My name is Jacob."

"Strong handshake, I like that."

Mr. Wright looked at him until the boy gave in. The man then took his hand away and eyed the boy.

"I thought you'd be taller."

Eight bit back a growl and although he heard Five laugh, he didn't say anything to it.

"Well, I may not be tall, but height is no indicator for ones intelligence or future. And that's what really matters."

"Well said, well said. So, Jacob, what are your plans for the future?"

"Get a proper job, buy a house, maybe found a family, the usual stuff, Sir."

Again, he was eyed suspiciously but he didn't mind.

"And what would that proper job be?"

"Dad can't we talk about this while having lunch? I bet Jacob is hungry."

Amanda spoke up, being kind of annoyed by her father who just sighed and gave in.

The three of them walked upstairs and Eight grabbed her hand before he faced her shortly. The way she smiled told him more than a thousand words ever would.

She was falling for him. For the way he looked at her, the way he caressed her hand in his, the way he spoke to her with words so sweet.

But she didn't know him. She didn't know the man that held her hand. She didn't know the eyes that lingered on her. She didn't know the mouth that voiced all the sweet words she was longing to hear.

Because it was his decision what she saw. It was his decision to hide the man he really was. The boy that was devoured by anger and the desire for revenge. The person no one saw because it was no one anyone would want to see.

Still, there was good inside this mess. Even though, within the chaos of his being, he sometimes doubted that it was still there. Because he couldn't see it, he couldn't find it. But when he saw people laugh because of him, or smile, he knew it was still inside of him. A part of him. Although he would never see that it was bigger than the wish for revenge, the anger and despair. There was one person who would show him.

While Eight was completely into the mission, the other ghosts were focussing on other things. One, Five and Two had an eye on their youngest ghost while Three, Four and Seven were in the middle of a heated card game while drinking beer.

"Okay so, you think you're good, huh? Just because you have one card left?"

Seven asked before separating the cards in his hands in three different parts and placing them on the table.

"King, ace, one, two."

He stated and continued.

"Three queens."

Seven placed the next three cards on the table and Four and Three looked at him with a death glare. But that would never stop Seven from placing the cards he had left on his hand on the table before putting one of them aside.

"And seven, six and five. I won."

His grin was, again, bigger and wider than anything else.

"Oh come on, Seven you're cheating again."

Four complained, throwing the one card he had left on the table. Like a child who didn't get what it wanted for Christmas.

"In the job I used to do, cheaters were shot in the hand."

Three said and played with his gun while looking at Seven.

"No one gets shot in the hand in here, for fucks sake. What are we, a group of children?"

One interfered and Three placed his gun aside. Close enough to reach, of course, while he focussed on Seven.

"I didn't cheat. Not this time!"

"Of course you did! Wanker."

Four said and grabbed the deck before mixing it again.

"Why don't you believe me? I really didn't cheat this round!"

Seven defended himself and watched the blonde place the cards on the table again.

"That's why playing with you is no fun."

"He is right. Maybe we should play with the new kid instead."

Three said and Four nodded.

"Well, I think Four and the new kid are playing their very own games, Three."

Seven joked and the skywalker raised a brow.

"What do you mean?"

He asked and Three looked just as confused as Four.

"Oh, don't you play that little game where you test each other’s boundaries?"

While Sevens grin grew bigger, Fours cheeks heated up.

He was just about to say something, but he then paid attention to One.

"Eight don't do anything stupid now."

The voice of their leader sounded so serious, that even the three guys in the back were now completely concentrated on the monitors. They saw a room with a huge desk and various golden decorations. And they heard a door close and an exchanging of words.

"So, Sir, you wanted to talk to me alone, right?"

The tall man turned around and looked at the boy in front of him. He looked small and a little bit frightened.

"Yes I did."

"Good, because the two huge security guards make me really nervous."

Mr. Wright laughed a little and shook his head.

"They won't say anything, they will just stand there."

Eight turned around and looked at them in concern before he faced the father of his girlfriend again.

"But you said alone, not with two big guys waiting to strangle me. I think the strict father of the beautiful girl I am dating is frightening enough. Your whole person is enough authority to be scared."

And again, the young boy did know exactly what it was the man in front of him wanted to hear. All he needed to do was patting the guys ego. And the other gladly ate what Eight fed him.

"Well, I guess you are right. Sasha, Drake, you can take a break. Eat something or... Whatever."

The two big men who were covering the door walked out, keeping their faces straight.

Eight didn't pay much attention to them anymore, while the man made the mistake to turn his head towards the door.

It was already too late as he faced the boy in front of him again. His fate had already been sealed.

Eight, who took the opportunity to ram his knee in the others stomach and push him down on his knees, had now gotten out the small knife he had.

"One scream for help and your daughter will die."

He whispered as he gave the back of the man a strong kick so he'd face the ground, not being fast enough to catch himself with his hands.

"Eight ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND????"

One asked, voice as tensed as the speaker himself. The other ghosts were quiet. What on earth was the boy doing there?

"I assume you know what I need, and I suggest you give me the information I came for if you don't want to die."

If the guy wouldn't have been so afraid at this moment, all of that wouldn't have worked in the first place. But he was.

Eight knew enough to know it would be working. One had told him plenty of things and the way the man behaved only confirmed his assumptions.

He was a coward. Scared to die, no willpower, he was nothing. A no one. Someone who was intelligent enough to earn a lot of money but needed a sense in life to feel good. He needed to be part of something big to have at least a glimpse of power to him. Losing power, losing his grip was something the man was afraid of. But there was one thing he was more frightened of. Death. To lose his home, his daughter, his life.

And through that, Eight knew that thinking of the possibility to die scared him more than anything else.

"Give me the coordinates. Now."

"I- I don't have them!"

"Wrong answer."

Eight hummed and kicked the mans side. He whined in pain.

"Shh, don't be a pussy, you don't want your daughter to get hurt, don't you?"

"Don't- don't hurt her..."

"Start talking and I'll take it into consideration."

"The address is saved on my computer."

"Sounds good, why don't you go get it for me, hm?"

Eight grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him up.

"Hands behind your head. Keep them where I can see them. Good."

He then led him to the computer and forced him to sit down on the chair before placing the beautiful blue knife on his throat.

"One try to make a noise and I will end your life right away."

The gulp of his victim was audible as he typed the password with shaking hands and searched for the address.

As soon as it was visible, One grabbed his smartphone and searched for the address via google street view.

"Thank god for technology."

He mumbled and took a closer look at the pictures he found. He was looking for one specific sign, a logo, that would confirm that it was the right information. And he wasn't left disappointed. The moment One found what he had been looking for, he turned to face the monitor.

"It's the right address, now get the fuck out of there so I can kick your ass for being such an idiot."

One advised and Eight slit the throat of the man with one swift motion, careful not to dirty himself.

"Shh, lie down, there you go."

The boy waited for his victim to give in to his fate and laid down his head on the table. It looked like he was asleep.

Satisfied with his work, he cleaned his knife on the black chair before he hid it under his dress shirt again.

He made his way to the door, ready to leave the place, as he heard footsteps approaching. The door he was hiding behind was opened and someone walked in.

Eights heart wasn't the only one that stopped for a mere second.

[gleefail]

Glee Memories: 1x7 Throwdown

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x7 Throwdown okay, on the ‘what you missed on Glee’ they just said that Terri’s fake pregnancy was her sister’s idea. Um…nope. Not accurate at all.

“Look at me. Even in the heat of battle, I am so elegant. Regal.”

“Listen to us – we’re even fighting in our voice-overs” I remember that being the first time I really went “wow Glee. That’s reeeeeally not funny. At all.”

Rachel just told Mercedes “it’s Glee club, not krunk club” and Kurt snapped in Rachel’s face before his little secret shake thingy with Mercedes. Damn I love Kurtcedes. They’re the best.

“I’m about to vomit down your back”

oh Lord. Quinn’s not even showing yet and they’re giving her the sex of the baby? My friend just found out and I think she’s 6 months along.

Also, is it at all appropriate for a teacher to be driving two sophomores (15 years old) to a doctor’s appointment?  What kinda school is this?

“The independent polling company in my Dockers has determined you’re the hottest girl in the school.” They really pushed some boundaries with some of the shit that comes out of Jacob’s mouth, lol.

Was it ever revealed who told Jacob about Quinn being pregnant?

Page 24 provision 14 second addendum: 12 members must perform for each team however not all members must perform every song. Thank God, otherwise there’d be no Troubletones competing now <3

“Santana. Wheels. Gay Kid. Asian. Other Asian. Aretha. Shaft.” Legendary. <3

Sue: “Bigotry is no laughing matter.” Santana: “And that’s how Sue…C’s it” Sue: “Outstanding” I still LOVE that moment.

“I mean, what are the chances of the baby getting Polio.”

“Bye Kendra!” “I HATE YOU, WILL!”

Yeah, he just said Quinn had a 10 week ultrasound. Can you really know the sex that early?

Ew. Rachel Berry panties.

Oh Hate On Me. Amber Riley is a goddess. I also think this was what made me honestly think (from this point through a big stretch of Season One) that Mercedes was popular. Honestly just cause she seemed super buddy buddy with Mike and Matt, who were the popular football players.

“Oh hey, buddy – I thought I smelled failure.”

“Those drinks are CRAP!” And then she just grabs a slushie out of a kids hands and throws it to the ground. Sue’s the shit.

um…all but 3 cheerleaders are academically ineligible…one of them is Britany? #oops

haha, a cheerleader answered all her Spanish questions with a picture of a sombrero. That’s awesome.

“Should they learn Spanish? Sure, if they wanna be dishwashers and gardeners” I kinda miss the political incorrectness and balls this show used to have

Figgins put the YouTube video up himself so Sue can’t blackmail him anymore. Maybe the first time a storyline fizzled out and if you blinked, you missed the resolution (if they even gave you any)…but certainly not the last

omg. Sue’s rampage. The music. Her screaming. Figgins’ “No! Not the children!” So. Effing. Funny.

Drizzle. I forgot about that #BlessFinnsHeart

It’s kinda funny that this show has now mentioned both John Stamos and Gweneth Paltrow, future guest stars.

“Give me my test back.” “I just don’t understand anything.” “That’s not my problem.” Was this the first moment we saw that Britany’s not all there?

This moment of unrecorded jamming in the choir room to Ride With Me is still one of the best moments of the glee club. It’s just real. And they’re having so much fun. It makes me sad that it’s coming to an end.

“Bye white people”

“Excuse me. What about us? You expect us to just sway back here like props?” Two seasons later. Still an issue. ETA: an entire episode dedicated to “yes, just like the props you are for Rachel Berry. And you should be okay with that.”

“I can’t do a song with 3 kids!” “Not with that attitude”

Keep Me Hangin’ On. Thus started me wondering “um…ok, but…was that necessary?” on this show. Mainly cause of the cutaway to the auditorium. Couldn’t they just do the routine as cheerleaders on the field and then cut to Quinn’s life and have that be enough? The auditorium stuff left me confused. And was kinda trashy. For no reason.

“Y’know, it’s sad enough that my Sue’s kids are living in squalor and probably on food stamps-“ “My dad’s a dentist” Hooray for continuity!

I remember being annoyed with Rachel when she offered to show everyone how to storm out…cause like…she was no part of that moment…and Tina and Mercedes were already storming out…

“Look, who’s to say that the way I do things is 100% on the ball…” “No one would say that”

“So it doesn’t matter that Rachel is Jewish, or that Finn is…” “unable to tell my rights from my lefts” #BlessFinnsHeart

I don’t agree with what Sue did, but it felt like the first time she showed vulnerability when she got upset finding out that Quinn was pregnant. Cause it was like she was hurt that Quinn didn’t trust her enough to tell her, but she told people in Glee.

Keep Holding On made me cry the first time I saw it. Also it’s one of the few songs that New Directions looks like a REAL showchoir.

Kurt is crying for Quinn in this song. And giving her comforting smiles when they partner together. Oh Kurt. He still has a little piece of my heart, fabulous little gay angel.

Listen, I like Diana Agron and all, but for some reason, her crying at the end of this ep (after Sue outs her pregnancy and at the end of Keep Holding On) feels terribly fake. What is that about? Diana’s so good at stuff like that! SOLOS: Mercedes (1), Rachel (2), Finn (2), Quinn (1)

[evans-maxed-out]

Our Own Little Corner Of Heaven-Samcedes Chatzy (flashback Xmas 2010)

Who: Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans

When:Xmas 2010 -3 months after Sammie’s birth

Notes: Sam takes Mercedes to see the apartment he’s found for them, and they reconnect for the first time since conceiving Sammie..

Sam: He pushed the door to the bedroom open and hovered in the doorway, directing an uncertain smile at his wife when she looked up. His wife..almost 9 months on, and that word was still unbelievable to him. But that was what she was. His wife..holding his kid..living in a cramped room in his parents house. Well...no that wasn't quite true. Their room was big by any standards, big enough for them and Sammie, but even though he had lived in this house the majority of his life, he suddenly felt like a stranger. Like he and Mercedes were on the outside looking in, not really fitting in. It wasn't that his parents didn't try-they did and as much as they had both been disappointed in him getting Mercedes pregnant, they loved Sammie with a fierceness that was all Evans. But with two younger siblings, friends and family traipsing in and out of the house at any hour of the damned day, it felt like they were inconvenient guests in a busy hotel. This wasn't what he had promised Mercedes, when she married him. It wasn't what he'd promised her father either and he could see she was being slowly suffocated by the constant presence of well meaning but nonetheless unwelcome interference. His mom, or her mom, never too far away to offer advice whether solicited or not, were slowly crushing the spirit out of them both. He had resolved to do something and he'd thought he'd found it-ok, it was a bit of a diamond in the rough..but it would be somewhere that was theirs. Theirs and Sammie's..that was until his mom and her mom had seen it..and pronounced that Mercedes would never deign to move to a tiny apartment in a shabby corner of town. "Hey Cedes..I..um..I have something I want to show you..Mom's gonna take Sammie for a while so I can take you to see..what I'd like you to see," he said, extending his hand out to her, hoping she'd agree to come.

Mercedes was hiding out. She was using her newborn baby as an out to get away from all that madness that was going on in this house. She was grateful that the Evans more than welcomed her to move in with open hearts and arms. A step up from the initial feeling of disappointed that she had ruined their son’s life by making him a father far too young. However she felt she ruined it in more than one way. Sam was caring and super sweet but sometimes she felt like a burden from the moment they said I do. She saw her ring as a symbol of what could be a great life but she often wondered if he saw his as a shackle. She looked down at the sleeping face of her baby girl lips pursed in a perfect pout. Even if Sam wasn’t in love with her, she would be forever thankful that he gave her the most precious thing she ever loved. She looked up as the door opened and greeted her husband with a smile. “Sure,” she answered wrapping her left arm tighter around Sammie and taking Sam’s with her right. She’d take any form of escape from this mansion even just for a little while.

Sam: His hand wrapped around hers and he grinned as he caught sight of their daughter snuggled safely in her arms. Yeah, it might not have been ideal to become parents at 17, but Samara was beyond amazing-a perfect blend of him and her, and from the moment he midwife had placed their newborn daughter is Mercedes' arms, he had vowed to do anything and everything in his power to give the best life he possibly could. Handing off Sammie to his mother at the foot of the stairs, he opened the storage cupboard under the stairs and pulled out a warm coat and scarf for Mercedes. "It's kinda cold out, so warp up warm," he told her, shrugging into his own jacket letting go of her hand for a split second before reclaiming it in his much large one. Leading her out to the battered pickup he had bought a few weeks back, he opened the door for her. Sure, the Impreza his dad had gotten him when he'd first driven had been great..but not really suited for a wife and kids, and he couldn't really justify the expense so he'd traded it in, gotten the truck and used the rest as a deposit for the apartment. Sliding in the driver's seat, he started the engine and pulled away, heading for the less afluent area of town. Pulling up outside a non descript grey apartment block he turned to her and said "Look...just come with me and keep an open mind."

Mercedes sat in comfortable silence as they embarked on whatever journey Sam was taking them on. She didn’t quite recognize where they were heading but she did notice a few familiar places here and there. They finally pulled up to a block of what seemed like apartments and he shut the truck off. “Okay....” she answered a little confused at what he could mean by that. She waited as he came around to help her out the truck. She still hasn’t gotten used to leaping herself out this old thing. “Sam, what’s going on? Where are we?” She asked as he led over to the building. She watched as he removed a gold key from his pocket and slid it in the lock of door number 4. “Wait, is this your place?”

Sam: He opened the door, his hand still holding on to hers tightly as they stepped over the threshold. "No, not mine," he answered her question softly, "It's ours..at least we're renting it..Before you say anything," he entreated her, "I know it's..kinda crap..I know it's not anything much..but I couldn't really afford anything else...And I can't stand behind my dad all the time..Your mom and my mom saw it..and they think it's a bust, that it's too small, too old..and I guess..they're right.." He ducked his head,his eyes looking down at the couch he'd gotten from Goodwill and running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "It's shit, I know..I shouldn't have brought you here..I can't expect you to live here..what the fuck was I thinking.."

Mercedes stood hand in hand with Sam in the middle of what he called ours. He had gotten them an apartment. Her eyes wandered aimlessly around the tiny square space. It was about the size of the living room kitchen and dining room of her parents house. It didn’t matter. It was theirs. It wasn’t Sam’s room or that house that she felt like a stranger in despite knowing the other occupants who lived there. She released his hand and take a few steps towards the couch fingers brushing it lightly. She could see a tiny hall and her feet moved on their own down it exploring the bedroom and bathroom. Lastly there was another room quite smaller than the other one and she peeked inside and saw where he started moving some of Sammie’s things in there. She made her way back up front hearing Sam disapprove of it. She walked over without thinking and kissed his lips gently hands cupping his face. “Sam....” She kissed his lips again this time lingering a little longer. “It’s perfect.”

Sam: He felt her soft lips kissing his, for the first time in a year and his eyes widened, hearing her declaring it to be perfect. She kissed him again and he closed his eyes, one hand cupping her face, the other arm snaking around her waist, to pull her close as he deepened and took control of the kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, blood singing in his veins as the unique delicious taste of her that he’d never forgotten flooded his senses. He was kissing his wife, something he had been desperately dreaming of since their ill advised one night stand, but the awkwardness with which they had started their marriage had prevented that. Now though, he was kissing her and he had no intention of letting it be the last time. Reluctantly he pulled away but returned to plant a soft, sweet kiss on her mouth. “ You really think so? Your mom..she said it wasn’t what you’re used to..and I get that, I do..I just think that it would do us good to get out of my parents house. We need to be able to parent Sammie on our own and yeah I know we’re young but she’s OUR kid. Your mom and my mom they mean well..but I see how they never let you really get anytime holding her, or everything that you want to try with Sammie, they try to talk you out of. We need our own space, to learn how to be a family on our own terms..“ And for you to learn how to love me,please..he thought to himself with a pang in his chest.

Mercedes didn’t expect Sam to reciprocate the kiss she had given him but he did. They hadn’t kissed like this since the night Sammie was conceived. Sure they had a little haste touches of their lips but it was all formality. Nothing like this. She welcomed it allowing entry and for him to take control. Once the kiss was broken she allowed her a few moments to catch her breath listening to his words. He was nervous she could tell but she found it cute that he wanted so bad to please her. It wasn’t till then it hit her. She loved him. She loved their little family and the time they got to spend together alone just the three of them and he was giving her just that. “Of course I love it. This was very thoughtful of you Sam.” She took his hand in hers giving it a comforting squeeze. “Out mothers think they know what’s right for us but really only we know. You’re right. We do need our own space. This space. We can build something here. You, me, and Sammie.” She assured him. Maybe then you’ll see how happy we can make you. She thought to herself with hope in her eyes.

Sam: "You, me and Sammie," he echoed, his hands cupping her face as his lips took hers once again and the world spun around them. This is what love was, the pure undiluted desire to make another happy..even if he knew he'd ruined things for her by getting her pregnant, he could never regret that he had or regret Sammie. Christ, but he loved her..but he knew he had no right to ask for more. She didn't love him, she was stuck being married to him through a strange quirk of fate and a broken condom, but he was determined, no matter how long it took, he'd give her everything she every dreamed of. Even if it meant buying her as his wife..he'd do it. The kiss was spiralling out of control, his teeth sinking lightly into her bottom lip, as he pushed her back against the wall, using his body to cage her in.

Mercedes grabbed his lapels as he pushed her back pulling him impossibly closer to her. She would take advantage of this situation for as long as she could. It was like her body did all of the thinking as she switched them, pressing him up against the wall, lips dominating his. It had been so long since she had felt this desire, much like that night of the party, her want for him inevitable and high. She didn’t ask just did, removing his jacket, then hers throwing them both off somewhere to the side, and back in she went. This time her lips found the curve of his jaw, mouth parting to lips a line along it. Her hands making fast work to lift his shirt from his pants as she found the buckle of his belt. Just then a tiny bit of reason hit her. “I’ll stop if you don’t...”the words hanging there for a small second, “want me.” She finished eyes meeting his.

Sam: Not want her..was she crazy? This was all he dreamed about, ever since that night and the hell he was pulling back. His fingers caught the bottom of her shirt, as he shook his head. "We're not stopping..not unless you tell me to..I want you and that's not changing.." he growled, before pulling her shirt up and off her body, his lips brushing down her collarbone, savoring the warm, dark skin that made up his fantasies. One hand unsnapped her bra, tossing it away as his mouth trailed hot, openmouthed kisses across the mound of her breast. Pulling away suddenly, he caught her up in his arms, moving swiftly through the apartment to what would be their room. Totally dominated by a large bed, he'd strived to turn the room into a little haven of luxury, just for them. The bed was the most expensive item he'd ever bought-earned through countless pizza delivery and DQ shifts but God had it been worth it, so damn worth it, to give her the best, he acknowledged, as he placed her down on the soft as satin comforter he'd chosen.

Mercedes: His answer came as a surprise to her. She’d thought after everything that they been through his desire for her would be dead and gone but apparently it wasn’t. “No,” she shook her head, “I want this.” Her eyes closed at his touch on her bare skin sinking that into her memory in case this would be the one and only time they wound up like this. He moved them to the bedroom and she took in her surroundings. This bed was huge, nice even. She’d dare say better than the one they had now. She made quick work of removing the rest of her clothes hoping that at no point in time he would change his mind about what was about to go down. “Do you trust me?” She asked innocently as she slid her hand into his boxers relieving his shaft from its confinement. She began to stroke it slowly she once, then twice, and a third, before engulfing it into her warm mouth moaning at the feel.

Sam: "Fuck yes, of course I trust you," he groaned, biting his lip hard as she freed his cock and lowered her mouth onto it. This was raw, carnal, ephemeral, unconfined desire and there was no way in hell he was stopping now, he thought as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of his dick. "Jesus Christ, Mercedes," his hands in her hair, guiding her as she slid her mouth over him again and again. Pulling free gently, he pushed her back on the bed, his hands hooking into her jeans and pulling them off quickly. Too impatient to wait, his fingers closed over the lacy material of her panties and ripped them away viciously. Not giving her a chance to stop him, he came down between her thighs, planting kisses across her navel before moving lower. Bending his head, he slid his tongue across her pussy lips, pausing only to circle the hard nub of her clit as the glorious taste of her exploded into life in his mouth.

Mercedes: She was loving the sounds of approval he made as she tried something she’d never done before. She’d thought of it a few times but was always too shy to even approach that topic with him. This was new territory for them. They hadn’t been caught up like this since that night they shared a drunken escapade. She didn’t get to continue because he was quick to turn the tables on her. Her breath stuck in her throat as he spread her legs and buried he face between her thighs. “Sam,” his name left her lips a breathy moan, one leg going up as he feast upon her. This was like glorious torture as she wanted all of him but couldn’t decide which part she wanted more. His tongue driving her wild the way it was now or for him to bury himself deep inside her pulling her climax from her over and over. “More,” was all she could say not sure what it meant or which she needed most.

Sam: It would never be enough, he thought feverishly, no where near enough, the heat of her pussy driving him crazy with the need to keep tasting her, to feel her essence invading every part of him, owning him, branding him hers. He belonged to her, lived for her in every which way possible, this live, warm, beautiful, sometimes flawed but always amazing creature beneath him, even if he could never tell her. She owned him, breathing, actual and whole and there was nothing he’d rather be than hers, than part of her life, defender of what they were trying to build and father of her child. "Never going to stop wanting you..It’s been damn near torture.." he confessed as his mouth once again descended on her sex, tongue laving her clit, in long, languid strokes, relishing the delicious taste that was unique to her alone. "I want to do this…have you like this..for always…" he growled as he felt the base want in his cock, hot and heavy, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside her. His tongue stroked down her folds, slow and insistent, savoring every single drop of moisture he drank down greedily, knowing that he would never ever as long as he lived taste anything as delicious as her. Rearing back, he reluctantly left the haven of her thighs, hands gripping her ass, pulling her down, to impale her on his hard shaft “Fuck...Goddammit Cedes.." he groaned, head buried between her breasts, "So tight..baby. so fucking good.."

Mercedes agreed with Sam 100%. It was like torture. So long she’d waited for them to be like this. A whole damn year. Internally she was kicking herself for not giving in to him sooner. Even before the party. She didn’t know, didn’t think it would be like this. “Always,” she whispered into the open air as to solidify an agreement. She would never grow tired of this. She would want this always. Want him always. “Shit,” she cried out when he entered her smooth and swiftly, nails digging into his shoulder, body tense at first but slowly easing into the feeling. It was like she could feel him on every inch of her body. The sensation almost too much to take. One hand moved into his hair fingers grasping hold of the locks, the other hand roaming down his back nails raking up his spine. “Fuck Sam,” she moaned loudly, “faster baby,” she commanded legs wrapping around his hips, back arching so he could go deeper and deeper.

Sam: She felt like heaven and hell, salvation and mortal sin all rolled into one, he decided as he wrenched his cock from the delicious heat of her body only to slam back into her over and over again. The fit was the tightest he’d had ever known, her pussy the sweetest he would ever have the good fortune to be buried in balls deep. Grasping her ass he drove deeper and deeper, growling at the feel of her muscles closing over him, urging him on to keep fucking her, faster, deeper towards the release they both needed. He tilted her back against the wall slightly and thrust his hips hard, upwards watching the emotions play across her face.It wasn’t enough..he needed more..needed to feel her tightening around him, needed to hear her moans and whimpers, needed his name screamed into the air in sheer, undiluted abandonment… His gaze met and held hers, green eyes lit with the fire of pure sex and passion, holding her gaze the way her body held him-tightly and with no escape. "Look at us Cedes..," he whispered lowly as he withdrew almost until the head of his cock was just inside her. "Can you see it? See how good we fit?’"he asked her roughly as he slid back inside her, biting down on his lip. "You were made for me.." He took hold of her hand , bringing the fingers interlaced with his down between her legs, where their bodies were joined. Guiding her fingertips, he fought for dominance as their fingers caught the rhythm of their thrusts, strumming incessantly against her clit, feeling her clamping immeasurably tight around him. "So damn good, baby..." he groaned hotly in her ear. 'So damned tight and so wet.. And it's all for me, right..You're mine aren't you baby?" He bit down roughly on the side of her neck, feeling the familiar tightening in his balls that told him any minute now he would disgrace himself entirely, and he flicked his thumb over her clit, working her frantically, to tip her over the edge. 'C'mon Cedes..come right here, right now, on my cock’ he whispered, plunging deep.

Mercedes: Her toes curled as she felt her release looming near, too far gone to even put up a fight she surrender herself to him. He was going to ruin her. The way their bodies moved in sync with one another was implausibly real. He was not playing games. The way he moved within her, owning her, demanding of her. That shit was beyond sexy. She was certain this thing between them was wasn’t going to end here. “Yes,” she cried out to him eyes catching his as he continued to drive her insane with his thrusts. Lips going up to capture his in a deep kiss. His words swirling around in head like magic. She did fit him perfectly in every way imaginable. She wouldn’t want for anyone else. Her body wouldn’t crave the touch of another she was sure of this. “Only you, just for you.” Came her moans of confirmation that what he spoke was true. “It’s yours baby,” she moaned burying her face in the crook his neck licking the sweet and salty skin there before biting down on it. She could feel herself about to explode. It was all too much to take. “Jesus, fuck Sam,” she screamed as her plunged faster and deeper, fingers not slowly their assault to her clit. “I’m going to cum,” eyes shut she began to see stars. Body shaking as her climax hit her like waves crashing to shore as she came hard on his cock as he instructed.

Sam: “Jesus Christ..Cedes…’ he breathed into her neck as he felt her coming around him. His hips worked faster, his fingers rubbing desperately, wanting to prolong her climax as he came ensconced in her sweet, hot depths. He felt her clenching around him, tight, hot, wet, impossibly close and he whimpered in reaction, his ears filled with the screams of his name ripped from her lips. “Fuck..Gonna come..” he muttered, hips canting deeply towards her. On the word, his hips, pumped furiously mindlessly into her , coming with a fierceness he had only experienced once before..with her..all because of her..Shattered at the revelation,he lifted his head, gazing into dark chocolate eyes..eyes he’d known once so well..and no power in the freaking universe could have stopped him leaning forward, with him still impaled fully inside her, and capturing her lips again and again, giving into warm, sultry waves of drugging kisses. His head dropped to her shoulder, his lips tracing over the soft skin, mind racing. It was still there..he could feel it..It had always been there. What they had hadn’t just been in the heat of that night when they had made their daughter, it had always been there- before when they were little more than kids, trying to make their way through life, and now, it was their in their marriage. He might not be able to tell her he loved her..but he was going to damn well seize what they did have together and each and every opportunity that came his way.

[chrysaliseuro2019]

Shaken And A Little Bit Stirred

Our three weeks in Greece has gone by in the wink of an eye. We have loved all of it. While Milos has been our least favourite (but still very enjoyable), Folegandros was scenically stunning and the town intimate and magical. Little streets and alleys lead into squares and while tourists have definitely found it, it’s lovely to see the locals having hung on to their little houses, out on their porches in the evenings chatting away. The tourist crowd are mainly couples or families so no pumping dance music to detract from the gentle vibe.

The Peloponnese is a must-see and I hope this has come through in the blog. As a tourist in July wanting to go where the crowds aren’t this is the place. And there is something for everyone; history buffs, museum enthusiasts, hardy hikers or beach sloths. So much to see, so much to do and a month there would not feel too long.

But today we leave and it’s a mega travel day so up and about doing chores. First off was shuffling the odd piece of still damp washing on our balcony washing line (one of the small and welcome creature comforts of an extended holiday) to take full advantage of sun and breeze. Then packing of cases which is becoming increasingly strategic commensurate with additional purchases, followed by getting the hotel to print out our flight boarding passes. Breakfast, then the final odds ‘n sods into the cases in readiness for our lift from Hotel Riga’s to the port.

Hotel Rigas was delightful. While only 2 stars, the room and balcony were enormous. But the bathroom this time was the size of 2 telephone booths and only room for one person due to an oversized awkwardly placed door which to close you practically had to stand on the toilet. Fortunately after 36 years of marriage, modesty is a concern long forgotten. The staff were the real standout with brother Panos and Christos the front office charmers. But the real star of the show was the housekeeper, who when we returned to the room after our first day out, had hung up our clothes, put things away in cupboards and done a through tidy up. It felt like mum had been in doing a Spring clean . I wanted to pay her one way fare to Fergie Street.

Ferry due to leave at 11.25am and arrived only 10 minutes late which was a relief. Systematic disembarkment for the Milos foot passenger and car arrivals followed by and orderly boarding by those leaving. This was in stark contrast to the Athens leaving fiasco necessitating dashing hither and thither avoiding a reversing oil tanker, taxis, buses, boxes on the wharf, cases, the passenger carrying a canary in a cage and a lot of agitated passengers. Piraeus Port Authority could do worse than do a study trip to a few islands for a few tips on traffic management.

Ferry went via nearby islands Sifnos & Serifos gradually filling on its way to Piraeus. Happily the sea was calm and the boat steady with the 4 hours passing quickly and uneventfully. Food onboard was also worthy of mention for the wrong reason. We shared a smoked turkey, cheese and mayo sandwich. The less said about that the better.

The TVs were showing some FINA Watersport competitions including the Greeks versus the Sth Koreans at water polo. It was Goliaths vs The Punes. The score of 13-2 representative of the physical strength imbalance. Chris was surprised the Punes didn’t turn tail and head straight back to Sth Korea when they caught sight of their opposition. Next on were the prissy-glittery-glammed-up teams of synchronised swimmers. We were half watching it (Chinese coming first followed by the Japanese, who we thought only average, then Ukraine) when the TVs changed to another station. Because all Greek discussion is loud and intense (and our Greek has not progressed beyond yassas and efcharistó) we had no idea whether it was the Midday Show, a regular news bulletin or some current affairs show. With no more synchronised swimming our books got 100% attention until we docked at 3.30pm.

Things were going too well for them to last. So they didn’t. With our ferry due at Piraeus at 3.30pm and our flight to Rome via Trieste due to depart at 7.10pm it was going to be a bit tight to take a train so we’d contacted a car transfer company which sends quotes. First quote arrived on Tuesday for £65 then decreased incrementally over the 3 days to £30. There seemed to be no time limit as to when you could accept the offer so we made sure the ferry was (a) going at all and (b) not delayed before we committed. As soon as we sailed we booked the transfer and emailed the driver to confirm the booking advising what ferry we were on expecting someone to be there when we arrived

Needless to say they weren’t. Port of Piraeus is not our happy place. Meanwhile my phone reconnected to the internet and I received a message from our niece asking if we were ok after hearing about the earthquake. I didn’t think anything more of it.

Meanwhile I put in a phone call to our organised driver who knew nothing of the booking and said he would call me back. Five minutes and no call back so I called him back only for it to ring out. Chris called him but the +44 English prefix probably gave it away cos he didn’t pick up that call either. So several calls to the company who didn’t seem be able to sort a driver resulting in my ire being raised about taking bookings that can’t be filled etc. We await a refund. But the bigger problem was time was on the wing and it was now 4.30pm so we went in search of a taxi.

Taxis in the port area were all pre booked so we found a taxi rank and asked the price. €80/$120!! Tell them they’re dreaming! Already pissed off about pre-booked driver no-show I got into a debate with the driver saying “We would take the taxi and trust the metre”. His bluff was ”It would be more expensive”. I countered “That would work better for you and we’ll take our chances”. His final response was “Take the bus lady” so we walked off in principle. (Think Chris reading my mood thought silence was his safest option.) I asked his mate also in the taxi queue but it was clearly a cartel cos he looked sheepish as he quoted the same which saved him losing face in front of his thieving mate. At this stage I thought my principles might cost us dearly with a missed flight (and I’d have a lot of apologising to do and a lot of extra Holmesglen shifts to cover the cost of lost flights) when we tried to flag down a taxi joining the rank who waved us off. But sometimes sticking to your guns pays off because a little modern Mercedes came around the corner driven by a taxi angel called Lorenzo who stopped as we waved him down. Quote €50. Deal! As he was loading the bags Lorenzo excitedly asked us if we’d felt the earthquake. So this explained the change of TV programming and the text message checking in on us. At around 2pm central Athens had experienced a 5.6 earthquake followed by aftershocks. We googled it and sure enough it was Athens’ first earthquake since the one in 1990 which resulted in 146 deaths and many more injured. Lorenzo who was driving through the city at the time said you don’t feel the movement of an earthquake when driving so he wasn’t aware what was happening. He said people were running out of buildings and dropping to the ground causing him to wonder if it was a terrorist attack. Fortunately there seemed to be no damage and deaths this time.

We were finally on our way to the airport with Lorenzo who determined the usually fast freeway route was jammed (we assumed as a response to the earthquake) taking 1.45 hours so the slower coastal route was a better option. The traffic around Piraeus was appalling but this bloke had the same traffic mindset as Chris....never, ever, ever sit in a traffic jam. We belted down bumpy narrow backroads made even narrower with cars parked on either side as we avoided the bottleneck around the port. The traffic was still heavily congested but our driver took every advantage of space by cutting in at the front of queues, forming extra turning lanes etc. It was quite the performance.

Not only was he determined to deliver us to the airport on time, he loved a chat. He was an Albanian in his mid 30’s married to a Greek with with two primary school aged children. He had been a semi professional soccer goalkeeper and along with taxi driving worked as a goal keeper coach. He proudly told us that only goal keepers can coach the skills of goal keeping. Lorenzo kept us entertained with stories saying when he was young he was popular because he wanted to play keeper whereas it was usually the fat kids who were lumped into that role because all the aspiring Ronaldos wanted to be the goal kicking stars. Another one we enjoyed was that his father used to regularly dink him 24 kilometres on the back of his pushbike in Albania to see a soccer match. The distance wasn’t the only issue as the roads built by the Italians post WW2 hadn’t received any attention from the communist government leaving them rutted, potholed and crumbling. Lorenzo and his dad’s bums must have been black and blue after those 48 kilometre round trips. He was also very interested in our lives so by the time we arrived at the airport at 5.50pm we were thoroughly relaxed with our faith in taxi drivers restored. We happily handed him €60 which he thought generous. We felt certain we were on the better end of that deal.

Flight to Trieste had a Rome stopover. The first leg to Rome left on time and was fine. After landing when the seat belt lights were switched the bloke beside me on the window side stood impatient to get off and leaned all over the top of me breathing heavily - he was not a small man. Usually I would get up too but with leg room being tight and row 24 being towards the back of the plane I stayed seated waiting for the 23 rows ahead to get themselves organised. This did not please bully boy next to me. After putting up with him literally right over the top of me panting I eventually stood at my middle seat. He took this as an opportunity to lean over me attempting to reach up into the luggage hold to drag his oversized case down. With the two irksome experiences at Piraeus still rankling I was not in the mood to be hassled. I refused to move and pushed back against him thwarting his attempts. When I finally moved out toward the aisle he reached over and dragged the case down telling me to move off before the people from the row in front. I told him in no uncertain terms I wasn’t moving until they were out of their seats in to aisle. Could excuse him if he was a peasant or had another flight to catch, but indeed he was well dressed and did not go to transit when we got off. That made 3 strikes with the no-show and thieving taxi driver so my patience was sorely tested.

Fortunately for everyone, probably most of all Chris who’s cage doesn’t generally get as rattled as mine, we had a spare seat for the next flight.

Landed at Trieste just before 11pm so had been on the go for 12 hours. Luggage arrived quickly making a dash to catch the 11.15pm train possible. We arrived at the station with the train pulling in. However we hadn’t had a chance to purchase tickets and with the machine caught in a loop, the train stopping for less than a minute and the guard less than helpful with advice we had to let it go. The only tip he gave us was not to buy the tickets on train as they were €50 more expensive that way (sounds to me like a euphemism for fine). Gave up on the train, taxis €60 (A$100) so not prepared to pay that. Instead we waited and caught the bus whose ticket machine also wasn’t working. No machine =no pay. Suited us. Took 45 minutes to get to TriesTe central station but enjoyed talking to a young helpful Slovenian man who had lived in Sydney for 3 months and a young Romanian woman who works as a purser on one of the small cruise boats that was hit by the big liner in Venice recently. Fortunately for her she was on leave at the time.

Grateful that Chris had booked our hotel not 5 minutes walk from Central Station. To top it all off our room stunk off cigarette smoke and the window shutters refused to open. Night manager couldn’t open them either so a quick move into neighbouring room which proved to be far nicer. Needless to say both knackered. Hope the travel Gods go gently on us tomorrow.

[okimargarvez]

SCREW TO THE LIMIT - 1

Original title: Vite sull’orlo del baratro.

Prompt: prostitution, sacrifice, danger.

Warnings: A.U., mention of sex content.

Genre: angst, drama, family, romantic, smut.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Luke’s son, BAU team, others OC, Derek Morgan.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💍🎲🎈.

Song mentioned: none.

Screw to the Limit- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

PART 1

He keeps hear the baby's cry even if he is alone in his head.

He almost forgets it, then sees the number on the calendar and everything rising from the deep up again.

He never pronounces that name. Not even in his mind. He fears its power. It's an irrational fear and not for this less powerful.

The opposite.

 LPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPL

 A creak, then the door opens wide. This is the noise that announces their first meeting. No bell or trumpet of judgment. No choir of angels. Nor thunderbolt; just a pair of eyes that look at the female body as if it were a piece of furniture, because for him she's something like this: a piece to be included in the scheme of his work.

Penelope Garcia. He read her name in the folder they gave him. She can't avoid being amazed to observe her long blond hair with a few pink locks. He obviously expected a Latin chica and maybe they sent him for this reason. No, it's a lie, he knows perfectly well that they sent him here because of his past and his obsession. All the members of the team know it, practically the whole FBI. He doesn't care so much. The woman gives him her back and doesn't seem to notice that a person has entered. She wears a white dress with black polka dots, very... childish. And between the hair what looks like a bow, in Minnie style, or Daisy. Yet she is one of them, a prostitute, a whore, depending on whether he want to be fine or vulgar, the meaning doesn't change. One of those who practice the oldest profession in the world.

Since he had begun to serve the law he had seen so many. Too many. All different for style of hair, clothes, way to talk, pose... yet with the same look sad, faded and, in the worst cases, accusatory, against a society that hid them in the day behind false moralism, but not disdain them with the arrival of the night. But when he goes around the table to sit in front of the blonde, he remains surprised for a second time in not noting that expression. There is certainly sadness. But there is no sign of stun, given by drugs and alcohol that are usually taken voluntarily (at least in part) not to think about what they are doing (and so change their mind). In any case, the woman's face is soft, sweet. And proud. From her dark and determined eyes, his gaze goes downward more, to the spectacle left to be show by a generous neckline. For a nanosecond, the mix between that innocent air as child and the exuberant forms left to glimpse just enough to tease, confuse him. Then he returns himself.

-Penelope, right?- naturally he receives no answer. She doesn't even look at him. She seems indifferent to his claim. -Do you know why you're here?- she shrugs, showing that she is listening, but isn't interested. He sighs, trying to keep calm. It irritates him to be ignored. -We know you knew Melissa. You were friends?- nothing. -You two protect each other?- so far he used a neutral tone. He tries changing tactics. -Hey, I know you're scared, but we don't want to hurt you.- he doesn't even know why he insists on using the plural. -We don't even accuse you.- the low, delicate and understanding voice doesn't seem to have any effect. -We want... I just want to find the bastard who killed Melissa and many other innocent girls.- yet it's difficult to get out of the stereotype of they in part asked for it. Even for someone like him. He stretches out his hand and barely touches hers, which retracts her immediately, almost disgusted, indignant. For a moment he is crossed by a strange thought: to try again and take her against her will. He decides again to change the way to ask himself. If good manners don't work... He extracts the photos from the folder. Not the ones with the smiling victims, before being killed, and maybe even ending up on the street. No, the bloody ones, on the place of the find, on the anatomic table, after the autopsy. He spares her nothing.

And it was the right choice because Penelope begins to waver, finally reacts. She swallows and shake hands until her knuckles become white. -That's enough! Enough, I don't know anything! Take this off out of my sight!- just disguising a smug smile, he performs as required.

-You aren't telling the truth. Kayla and others have hinted at something that happened to you, before arriving in Virginia.- tactical break. -The same man from which you managed to escape could be our unsub, an unknown subject.- he hastens to add as an explanation. -In other words, the bastard who did this. We need you to tell us this story.- and suddenly the woman explodes, she stands up with such impetus as to overturn the chair.

Her face is red, purple and deformed by anger. -Do you know what I think, instead?- she passes from formal terms to colloquial one. She crosses the table and reaches him. -That in reality you are a maniac and that you are enjoying it badly, in this situation. That do you want me to tell you all about so that you can relive it in your beautiful little head, because you don't have the balls to make it happen.- she lowers in his direction and Luke can see other layers of skin, besides the small of the breast. -I'm sorry- he raises the card hanging on the pocket of his shirt and lets it fall down -SSA Luke Alvez, but I'll not give you this satisfaction.- the man is displaced, but doesn't expect her next move. -Watch a good porn, tonight, ok?- and her hand ends up palpating right that sensitive spot not too protected by the fabric of the pants. Already stiffened because of her moves, after being touched, the 'little friend is even more hard. Penelope pretends to be surprised. .I was right.- she exclaims, almost satisfied.

But the expression enjoyed doesn't last long. Luke in fact stands up in his turn, forcing her to move back until her back meets the coldness of the wall. It's the man's turn to feel pleasure in overpowering her, just because of the difference in height between them. -Be careful, pequena, you play with fire and you have no idea of ​​the risks you take...- the body pressed on that woman's. -You feel it, do not you?- he whispers in her ear. -I know that you like it, and I also know that you would want it.- he doesn't let her practically breathe. -But if this auction will penetrate you, it wouldn't be comparable to other times when you've been fuck. It would be another thing. You would touch the sky with a finger and then you would beg me on your knees, to have more, and again and again...- he's making fun of her. Penelope looks at him badly, but his words and gestures have nevertheless had the desired effects. Fortunately, Luke has no evidence to this effect. After a moment he leaves her free but remains close enough. -Now that we have clarified this point, your tongue is loosen and your memory is refreshed?- Penelope just look at him and he decides to surrender, at least for today, before making some worse mess.

 LPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPL

 Once he is safe within his walls, that thought doesn't abandon him. He hates the fact that he couldn't make her spill the beans. He was usually able to complete such a task in no time. He is the best in this field. Because he knows which buttons to touch with women. But this Penelope is a tough girl, one of those who might even make moved out; if only she really wanted it. And he must admit that she intrigues him. If they hadn't been in a Bureau room, complete with cameras, he wouldn't just be limited to threats. He would have put her in her place and every moan would have been a supplication...

-Daddy, what are you thinking?- a voice that bears several traces of childhood (missing a few years before it starts to change) brings him back to earth. In front of him a plate of pasta just touched, practically cold. In front of a child with the same color of his hair but green and awake eyes (inherited from his mother) who looks at him waiting for the answer.

-Work. Dad is a bit messed up, in this period... - he smiles, but his son's reply arrives very quick.

-Only in this period?- and they both laugh.

Even after having tucked in Adam (who protests because he says he has become too big for something like that, but he knows that deep down he still likes this kind of attention) and lying down in turn, he can't get rid of her or sleep a wink. He tries to take a cold shower, but he can't cool his hot spirits don't and in the end, he is forced to vent concretely those thoughts how he can, going with hand and imagination.

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[raypalmer-atom]

WHO: Ray Palmer and John Constantine. WHAT: Shared Dreamverse.

The first thing he was aware of as he fought off the last remnants of sleep, were slender hands on his shoulders shaking him, no doubt in an attempt to rouse him. The second was the sound of a youthful female voice with a British accent, calling him Dad. Brown eyes opened quickly, staring up at the teenager, “Astra, honey bee, where’s the fire?”

He’d stayed at the lab late the previous night, determined to get his project finished, which meant he had allowed himself an extra hour in bed that morning. Obviously his daughter didn’t get that memo, and by the sounds of it, neither had his co-parent, judging from the rattling and clattering coming from the kitchen. Not that Ray was complaining about having breakfast made for him. “Today’s the day, you promised.” Running a hand over his face, Raymond tried to recall what exactly he had promised Astra would happen on a bright August Saturday. Maybe they were going to the ocean? Or on vacation? Surely he’d remember booking a holiday…?

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Sitting up in bed he shooed Astra out of the door so he could get up and find some clothes, finally making his way into the kitchen a few minutes later.

John had woken up a few hours earlier, a little disoriented at first but he quickly realised it was a dream. A magic one, at that. His body recognising the crackles of magic that hung in the air with a pleasant tingle.

Normally John would have performed a counterspell but he had drew upon a lot of magic during the battle with Mallus and therefore was tired. Plus he was kind of curious where waking up next to Ray Palmer would lead.

Ray was a curious addition to the dream although not a surprising one as John had worked closely in repairing the other man's damaged soul. They had both fallen asleep in the Waverider's med bay and apparently that translated to domestic bliss in dream world. John wasn't going to complain.

The most jarring part of the dream had been walking out into the hall in his red robe and seeing photos on the wall. Each and everyone featured a little girl with either him or Raymond or all together. Astra. Her little face beaming, growing up through the years just as she should have.

John moved to the kitchen, he needed a drink. Looking through the cupboards was futile though, apparently coparenting with Ray Palmer meant an alcohol free home. So John settled for coffee. Which was almost spat across the bench when Astra made an appearance. John just watched in awe as she rabbited on about going out driving with ‘her Dad’. Then she took off and a few minutes later said ‘Dad’ appeared, hair all sleep ruffled and looking rather disheveled.

“Morning Raymond. Coffee?” John put across the air that he was fine with their situation. Not sure if Ray was aware or not.

The pictures on the walls of Astra, John and himself, made this house feel like home, but the blues, grays and whites used in the decor reminded him of somewhere else, as did the modern chrome appliances in the kitchen. Smiling as he set eyes on John, he nodded, giving him a brief hug from behind, “morning and please.”

An orange tabby cat wound itself through his legs and he leaned down to scoop it up, “morning to you too, Solo.” The cat purred against his chest as he scratched behind his ears and took a seat at the breakfast bar. He felt as though he’d done this before, and yet at the same time there was something slightly unusual about this morning routine. Maybe it was just because he was usually the early riser, not John.

“Don’t suppose you can clue me in on what I promised Astra we’d do today?” He whispered to the other man so their daughter wouldn’t hear. He felt terrible for forgetting, though honestly it felt like he hadn’t known at all.

The hug was all John needed to know that Ray was more invested into the dream than he was. He gave the other man’s arms a pat before he let go, deciding there and then that it wasn’t the right time to inform Ray that this life was all just a dream. It was odd, though, despite knowing that he had never made Ray a coffee in the real world, John went about making Ray a mug exactly how he liked it.

John eyed the cat, wondering if it bore any insight into Ray’s desires. All his observations so far pointed that Ray wanted some sort of family life. Or something. More observations would be needed.

“She did mention something about getting behind the wheel of the Jag earlier.” John murmured back as he handed Ray a steaming hot mug of coffee. “And she has a driving test this Friday. So, you do the maths.”

Taking the mug gratefully, he paused in his fussing over his feline buddy, and instead wrapped both hands around the mug, cradling it as if it were precious as he took his first sip. “Mmm, thanks John.” Solo settled on his lap as if it were his and Ray couldn’t help but smile at that. He’d always wanted a pet, bringing home all kinds of strays when he was younger. But then he’d developed an allergy… which strangely enough seemed to have vanished again. Weird.

“In her dreams,” Ray laughed, “that’s a classic XK-E. There’s no way she’s getting to drive it on a learner’s permit.” A little frown came to his face as he thought about the cars out in the garage, none of them were particularly learner friendly. “Hmm, well, at least she won’t be driving like you.” He’d only been unfortunate enough to experience John’s driving a handful of times, but those were enough.

“The Mercedes is learner proof, we’ll go out in that.” Okay so it was an SUV, but that was better than a sports car like the Jaguar and the Charger.

John just shrugged, not really knowing the difference between the cars other than one was bigger than the others and they were different colors. The next sentence brought a disgruntled look on his face. “I can drive.” He sounded offended but John also wondered how Ray would know that his skills in the area were subpar.

“But Dad,” Astra wandered into the kitchen after getting dressed, catching the tail end of her Dads conversation. “The Mercedes is huge.”

“All the better to run the other drivers off the road before they crash into you, Astra love.” Astra rolled her eyes at that but didn’t argue. “You can go out after you’ve both eaten.” John agreed with Ray and Astra going out in the Mercedes. John began pulling things from the fridge to cook. Now that was one area John was good at. He actually enjoyed cooking and trying new flavors - some hit, some miss. “Did you make any progress with what you were working on last night?”

“I know, Trouble,” Ray smiled placatingly, reaching out and touching the back of John’s hand gently. “We drive on the wrong side.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone, having heard the same grumble each time John had driven him somewhere. When Astra joined them, Ray grinned, patting the stool beside him.

Drawing his hand back, he took another drink from his mug, feeling the cobwebs retreat with each sip. As if on cue his stomach growled at the mention of food and he chuckled as Solo let out a ‘mrrr’ in return. “I finished the project, so now I just have to move it into the testing phase. Which will be interesting.” Possibly dangerous too, but he didn’t need his family to know that, or that he was being his own guinea pig.

“And your motorways are completely impossible to navigate.” John teased right back, kind of enjoying their banter and the nickname. This dream felt very easy to be suckered into. But something still ticked in the back of his mind that this wasn’t right. Lovely, but impossible.

John gave Ray a knowing look over his shoulder as he prepared their food - French Toast with gluten free bread. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the other man tested everything on himself first. What man of science didn’t?

“That mean another road trip to the abandoned aerostrip?” Astra piped up, taking an interest in Raymond’s work. “Last time with the shrink ray was a blast. Pity I didn’t get to keep the tiny plane.”

Ray chuckled at the appraisal of the US road system, swirling the dark liquid in his mug for a moment. Though the banter felt natural, there was something way down at the back of his mind that argued. For the time being he was steadfastly ignoring it.

Raising both eyebrows at the knowing look he was given, Ray tried to meet it with an innocent one of his own. Obviously his other half knew him far too well for that to wash. Though everyone in the science field had used themselves in their own experiments at least once.

“Maybe, not today though. We need to get your practice in. As for keeping that plane, they probably would have noticed if it went missing, even though it’s not airworthy. Actually, I’d love to get my hands on it and fix it.” Ray rambled, glancing up and smiling at the fond expression on Astra’s face.

“And you call me Trouble.” John murmured with a fond smile, placing a plate before each of his dream family. Standing back and watching them banter, John’s heart ached. He knew it wasn’t real and should probably find a way to wake himself and Ray up. But he selfishly wanted to stay.

It didn’t take long for the dishes to be cleared and Astra was dragging her other Dad out the door for driving lessons. John refused to let her go without a proper goodbye - a fierce hug which Astra complained loudly about because what if her friends down the street saw her cool punk rocker Dad being a mushy sap.

He then turned to Ray. “Keep her safe.” John gave him a quick peck on the lips. He watched his family pull out of the drive, a little too fast for Ray’s liking judging by his grimace and Astra’s cheer of pure joy. John chuckled and went back inside, a bittersweet yet sad smile on his face as he knew what he had to do. It was going to hurt but they needed to get back to reality.

[originalnovelist]

And Baby Makes Three. [3]

INVOLVED: Samuel Evans, Mercedes Jones, Otis Jones, & Valerie Jones. TIME FRAME: Friday, April 28th, 2017. LOCATION: Cedars Sinai; Los Angeles, California. NOTES: Samuel and Mercedes welcome their daughter MKE. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Posting in 3 parts.

Mercedes moans drowned out, the sound of the fetal heart monitor at times as the intensity of her contractions had almost quadrupled. Nurse Fran was checking her vitals as an aggravated Mercedes looked to the woman with utter disdain. “What is taking so long!!!” She snapped. Her contractions were back to back now giving her very little time to recover. Worst of all she couldn’t move around freely because of her own blood pressure monitor and I.V. which would have been fine if she had the damn pain killers.

Fran squished her face up a bit at Mercedes tone, but sympathized with the woman for the pain she was in. “Let me go see if I can sweet talk her into putting you before the other women.” She said rushing from the room.

Mercedes looked to Sam. “Why didn’t she do that shit an hour ago?” She asked, through clenched teeth. She reached her hand out for Sam’s needing something to hold onto as yet another spasm hit her forcing her body to open even more.

Samuel looked to the nurse sympathetically, though it were her fault they’d been promising Mercedes drugs for a while now and no one had come yet. He turned back to her offering his hand and he moved to barely sit on the edge of her bed facing her as he did. “Want some more water or ice?” he asked her cautiously. “You are doing good babe, I am sure it’s not much longer before someone comes and gives you something” he tried to reason as he stroked her head of hair again allowing her to fully use his hand as some type of relief for herself.

Mercedes clutched Sam's hand and shook her head 'no' to his offer of ice chips. Her fingers bit into the back of his hand. She could have drawn blood, and wouldn’t have known. "Oh my god." She whimpered overwhelmed by the pain. She squirmed but there was no good position to endure this. NONE. "OHHHH"  

Samuel allowed her to grip his hand as hard as she could and he nodded his head as he simply told him no to his offer. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth a bit as she cried out in pain. “Breathe” he told her “you aren’t breathing. You have to stay calm and breathe through them” he told her.

"I'm breathing!"  Mercedes lied angrily. Exhaling again the way he had instructed her to. She wiped at the side of her eyes, body trembling. She eyed the door, with no hope of relief. "She’s not back yet!"

Samuel quieted himself as she argued back, he continued to caress her hand back even as she squeezed his. “She’s coming back” he told her told her in a hush tone as he sat with her, trying to keep her calm for the most part with no such luck.

Mercedes relaxed finally, glad for the first respite she had received in quite some time. “We got money… why are they making us wait? It’s ‘cause I’m black… Right? No justice no peace.” She said tiredly. She lay there waiting for Fran to return, exhaling softly.

Samuel looked to Mercedes again and he raised an eyebrow at her “I highly doubt you being African American has anything to do with it, I take up 50% of the deal and I am Caucasian. That should have gotten you at least a pinch of medication” he told her with a shake of his head. He moved to sit back down in the seat next to her as he ran his hands down his face tiredly.

Mercedes gazed at Sam, eyes red and heavy. “Yes, it does… they are hating me for being with you.” She said, a hint of a smile behind her eyes. “I need some water. And to check on my parents.” She exhaled, rubbing the side of her thighs.  

“With the way, you are talking one could only assume you already received the drugs” Samuel told her. He looked to her, he’d just ask her this but he’d be patient. He got up and grabbed her the cup of water, holding it out to her to drink from the straw. “Here” he told her handing her, her phone to reach her parents on.

“Ha Ha. No babe this hurts,” Mercedes said inhaling deeply.  She licked her lips, then wrapped them around the straw drinking down the cold liquid. Taking her phone from Sam’s hand. She let the straw slip from her lips as a new sensation hit her. The contraction was lighter than the ones she had been experiencing. Except now she felt this overwhelming need to push. She breathed through it, grabbing Sam’s wrist. After the pain passed. She looked to him fear that something was off in her eyes.

Samuel looked to Mercedes as she sipped the water and once she pulled away from her straw he sat it back down. Lowering himself back in the chair he looked to her with a raised eyebrow as she grabbed his wrist. “Another?” he asked sighing lightly as he sat back a little in the chair.

Mercedes shook her head ‘yes’.  Licking at her lips, “I think you should go get Fran.  I feel like I want to push.”  She handed her phone back to Sam, “Go get her.  I swear I want to push.”

Samuel’s hands combed through his hair before he looked to her again at her words. “Are you sure?” he asked her looking up to the clock. And he stood up “okay” he said sitting her phone aside “don’t do anything until I get back” he commanded as he moved out of the door pushing the door open and he moved over to the nurse’s desk asking for Fran and after a second or two, asking for anyone available to come into the room upon Mercedes result and announcement that she needed to ‘push’.

Mercedes nodded her head vigorously. "I'm sure." She said, gripping the rail as the pain and the urge to push returned.  She gave Sam a patient pained look as he told her not to do anything. "I'm won't." she said as he left the room. A hint of fear in her voice.

Fran moved down the hall, trying to plead with the anesthesiologist. She saw the hulking man, standing by the desk and assumed it had something to do with the young woman’s drugs. She didn’t bother to stop only continued to plead even if her words were falling on deaf ears. She stopped just outside Mercedes door, jabbering as she entered the room at a snail's pace. “It’s almost your turn.” She said, once close enough to Mercedes.

If Samuel could he would have yanked the slow walking Fran into the room himself but instead he walked in behind her. Lips tucked in, he were sure to die from the tongue he had been biting the entire day. And he all but bumped the woman out of the way and he moved over towards Mercedes. “You okay?” he asked her offering his hand to her again.

Mercedes looked towards the door as Fran entered thanking God. She squished her face and took Sam’s hand squeezing it in her smaller one. “I need to push.” She said, scooting up the bed. “Or at least that’s what it feels like.”

"Come on woman. We are missing this." Otis fussed, his long strides moving him through the hospital at a breakneck pace.  As they entered labor and delivery. He saw a welcome sight. His face dropped, damn he was actually happy to see Sam. But what was that boy doing? Otis craned his neck a bit watching as Sam followed a nurse into what he assumed was Mercedes's room. "Do you think something is wrong?"

Samuel sighed “I know baby, just hold on” he told her as he stroked her hair. He didn’t know what else to do in the moment, so here again he was trying to comfort her.

Valerie looked to her husband squinting slightly as she did. “I can’t run Otis” she said back smartly as she moved down the hallway with him. If anything, she should have been the one running down the hallway to get to ‘her’ child and yet he was tearing doors off of hinges. She watched Samuel move back into a room with a nurse and she shrugged. “I don’t know but we could go see” she said moving around him as she moved into the room. “Mercedes” she said, as she moved to the bed dropping her things down on the floor beside it. “Baby” she breathed as she moved to the other side of the bed, she couldn’t believe it still her child was having a child of her own. The sight was both nerve wracking and exciting.

Fran looked skeptically at Mercedes. “No, that can’t be right. Let me check you so you can calm down.”  She could admit the contractions over the last hour were strong -but push strong no. “First time moms are always in labor for a lot longer.” She moved to the sink and washed her hands, picking her a pair of gloves. Rolling the blankets up to Mercedes knees, she checked her eyes wide. “Oh my! You are ready.” removing her hand she snapped off the gloves, moving to the door she called out for help.

The amount of things happening in this moment were overwhelming. Fran checked her and confirmed everything she thought. Fear radiated through Mercedes, fear and determination. As she saw her mother enter the room she teared up. “Mom…” she said, happy she made it just in time.

“Good idea.” Before he could move his wife was off. How did the little woman end up in front of him?  Otis shook his head walking up the hall behind his determined wife. He hesitated at the door, afraid of walking into something he really didn’t want to see. He closed his eyes, entering the room by sound more than sight. “Baby girl, am I a grand dad yet?”

Samuel turned hearing his future mother-in-law’s voice and he sighed licking his lips. Thank God someone had showed finally to calm Mercedes down. He looked to Mercedes than her mother “I think it’s about time” he said to everyone that just joined them Otis included though he ignored the older man.

Valerie smirked at Mercedes “hi you” she told her as she leaned down to peck her forehead lovingly. “Ready to get this over with now?” she asked her with a slight chuckle as she looked up to her husband. “Otis” she said all but rolling her eyes “come in or stay out, those are your only options” she told him knowingly as she moved to gather her things once more and place them in a safe place. “I’m here now we can get this show on the road” she told them all.

Fran called two more nurses and Dr. Patel to enter the room. Immediately going to the sink. Fran opened out a clean gown for the doctor and began giving him the rundown. "She's 10 and 100 percent and ready to push." He stepped into the gown nodding his head slowly. Taking the stool, he moved it into place to check Mercedes.  Once his hand was in place, he confirmed what his nurse had just explained.  "Okay, it's time to push.  When you feel the contraction, I want you to bear down. This is a part that everyone can help with." He said looking to people in the room.

The flurry of activity increased tenfold after her father entered the room. One nursed moved to the baby station making sure everything was prepared there. While the other busied herself holding, the sheet covering Mercedes thighs for the doctor. “Daddy…” She uttered, so ready for this to be over, she didn't concern herself with what her father might be seeing.  She laughed weakly as her mother came in and completely took charge of the room. She knew instinctively it was time to push but Patel's confirmation, steadied her resolve. Nodding her head at the doctor’s instructions, she gritted her teeth as she felt a contraction coupled with the need to push coming on.

“Okay Mercedes,” Patel said, looking at the contraction monitor.  “I want you to push…” The doctor instructed, voice straining, mimicking the effort he wanted her to put in.

Otis stepped completely into the room, trying to avoid receiving the rough side of his wife's tongue. He was happy he was here for his child and the birth of his first grandchild. But knew he was about as useful as the nipples on his chest in this situation. Quickly he hightailed it to the head of the bed.  He managed to brush her hair back with his hand, adding, he hoped, comfort to her, before the real main event started. "I'm here baby girl."

Giving her husband a knowing look Valerie moved back to the other side of the bed. The moment she’d be waiting for was finally here and if she herself hadn’t experienced the pain caused behind it she might have been smiling from ear to ear. She offered her hand to her daughter, in case she need a second one of course. She smirked a little the smile she was trying to contain ever present. “It’s like riding a bike” she lied through her teeth as she looked down to Mercedes. “You got this” she encouraged. “Sam pay attention” she snapped looking to him before her eyes fell back on her oldest daughter.

Samuel watched the doctor and the nurses as they prepped, he talked a lot of shit leading up to now. But he was scared as hell. Not so much as to what was going on in the room more so to the fact that he was actually about to become a father, yeah he had a kid and to hell with him right now, his real child was coming. And he still hadn’t thought he would make a good Dad. It was an overwhelming feeling, however Valerie snapped him out of his train of thought. “Oh” he said as he looked to Mercedes. “Yeah what your mom said” he egged caressing her hand.

They were all being so attentive, and Mercedes needed that in this moment. Her eyes shifted to her mother, unsure of how to place her statement. However, she knew it was time to work. Her wariness was replaced by determination. She wanted this done. Clutching Sam and her mother’s hands, as the pain hit, she used it to fuel her first push, as she worked to stretch her body further.

“Good Mercedes. Good. Push, push, push.” He coached, watching the progress. “Now rest.” Patel urged as he saw the end of the contraction.  “Great first effort but take it easy, and try to pace your pushes.  We don’t want you to hurt yourself.” As the break came to an end he prepped Mercedes to push. “Alright, get ready.”

Samuel allowed her to squeeze his hand as much as she needed and his eyes fell back upon the doctor as he instructed her to push. His focus was really on what was going on at the other end of the bed. He shifted on his feet, he had to take a peak. As he did glancing somewhat before he looked back to Mercedes. “See you are doing great, doctor said” Samuel told her happily.

Valerie watched on somewhat proud of her not so little girl, she was doing great in her opinion. As she continued to encourage her to do so, allowing her to use her hand for the added strength she needed.

Mercedes exhaled, letting out the breath she had been holding while she pushed.  She laid back against the bed, gathering herself for another effort. One push at a time she told herself, laying against the bed. Feeling the pain return, she bared down with a grunt. Finally meeting her daughter, forefront in her mind.

Dr. Patel looked to Valerie and Sam, “On her next contraction, help her by pushing her legs towards her chest. Slightly.” He added, quickly looking at Sam’s size. “It will help. Keep pushing Mercedes all the way to the end of the contraction. Yes! Like that.”

Looking to the doctor Samuel tilted head “I believe this is how we got into this mess” he mumbled to himself as he took note of what the medical professional said. He watched Mercedes as she effortlessly did as she were told and he took another peek. Looking down to see what was exactly happening, it wasn’t a super pretty sight. But he watched videos and he knew what to expect. “You’re doing good babe” he told her.

Valerie nodded her head at the doctor “okay” she told him as she looked back to Sam. She tilted her head and raised a brow at him “you don’t say?” she replied back smartly as she shook her head looking down at Mercedes. “See, riding a bike” she told her sweetly her other hand caressing Mercedes even as it squeezed her’s to death.

Otis shook his head glumly, forcing himself to block out what Sam said. A feet that was made harder by the fact that his child was currently delivering the fruits of that coupling. He rubbed Mercedes shoulders, "Good job baby."

Mercedes cut her eyes at her mother.  A part of her wanted to laugh, but the pain and pressure she was experiencing didn’t allow for that. She grunted at the end of her latest effort, then laid back panting.  

“I was just kidding” Samuel said lowly “lightening the mood” he added before he tucked his lips away. He shifted closer to the doctor and staff. Recalling the doctor orders, he prepared himself to help Mercedes push when needed be.

Valerie blinked at Samuel smirking somewhat he was a pain, but he was their pain in the ass. She stroked Mercedes hair as the girl panted “deep breaths baby” she told her softly. “She’ll be here in the next 2 pushes I promise” she told her happily.

Mercedes nodded her head. She hated the pain and was planning to curse the whole staff out after she was home with her child. But for right now, being productive even with the pain was a good feeling. She didn’t need the doctor to tell her what to do anymore.  With the next contraction, she bared down, pushing against Sam and her mother, with everything she had and screamed out into the room.

“That’s it…” Dr. Patel said, “I see the top of the head.  Oh she has a head full of hair. Good job.. One more push and the head will be out.”  Fran walked over and placed a receiving blanket on Mercedes chest, in prep for what was about to happen.

“Courtesy of me” Samuel said out loud as he watched Mercedes push, he held her leg as he instructed though his eye were on the top of the child’s head. She was almost here and suddenly his nervousness melted away, the moment of truth. His daughter was a push away from being into his arms. He couldn’t wait.

Excitement built as she heard the doctor. It was impossible to see over her stomach so. she had to take his word for it. "Oh so I don't have anything to do with that?" Mercedes said tiredly looking to Sam. Sweat covered her brow, but as soon as the next pain hit she pushed.

“Push, push, push... “ Dr. Patel placed his hands under the baby’s head, “One more… let’s get these shoulders out.”

Mercedes shook her head from side to side. Ripped. That's what she felt as the baby's head left her body. But there was no going back now, only forward. She breathed out, gathering herself for the next push, and with the pain she gave all she had left to it. She felt the baby's shoulders move through her and without a second to collect herself, she watched Dr. Patel lay this perfect little bundle on her chest. Pain was forgotten as she watched the doctor, rub the baby's back vigorously, trying to illicit a cry from the child. Nervousness took over and Mercedes reached out and touching her child with shaky fingers. "Baby." she uttered softly, then a loud cry rang out filling the room. Mercedes lips quivered as her eyes busied themselves trying to count fingers and toes.

Samuel watched as head turned into shoulders, and as shoulders turned into this long light bright squirming thing that was brought into the World. He looked to her, the picture of perfection. He was almost shocked at her beauty. Sam watched as the doctor laid her against Mercedes’ chest, he was instructed to cut her cord, which turned out to be a blur because he couldn’t believe he was a Dad and he couldn’t believe how much of a gem she was. He moved to get another look another glance of her laying there screaming from the top of her lungs against her mother. If anyone told him he was crying he’d call their bullshit however the grown ass man was sobbing as he knelt down beside Mackenna Katherine Evans.

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We received a fantastic application for Jake Puckerman, and we’re really excited to have Ally join our family. Please take a moment to go over the New Member Checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours.

OOC:

NAME: Ally

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: getting closer to 30 than 20.

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL (1-10): I’m going to say around a 7. I’m a teacher, and even though it’s approaching summer, I’ll still be working during that time. I’ll still get on to get replies in daily though.

OLD ROLEPLAY ACCOUNTS: RFP

ANYTHING ELSE: RFP

IC:

CHARACTER’S NAME: Jacob Raleigh Puckerman

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: June 12th

CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straightt

SHIPS: Jake/chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: Jake/no chemistry

MIDGAME SHIPS: Jake/Kitty, Jake/Mercedes, Jake/Marley

CHARACTER TWEETS:  

            @jakeraleigh: Not even going to lie. I’m definitely getting a Rhomphim. They look so damn comfortable.

            @jakeraleigh: Life goal complete. The people at In and Out know my order without a word from me.

            @jakeraleigh: I don’t know why, but no spot can beat wings from a strip club.

BIOGRAPHY:

From the moment Jacob was born, he felt like a bit of a dirty secret. He knew his mother loved him, but that didn’t change the fact that there was clearly something very taboo about him. Articles and TV segments was done about him due to his mother’s fame and the secrecy of his father. They pointed to his lighter skin complexion, his mother’s recent project with David Puckerman, and how his mother claimed to have given him her maiden name. Luckily, the paparazzi had enough decency to not crowd him too much, but there were still the questions. His mother did her best to keep him busy though and showered him with all the love she could give which made things easier. After all, there wasn’t much more that a boy of five could want.

Being in acting was never something that Jacob was particularly interested in. He loved what his mom did and enjoyed being on sets with her since everyone spoiled him rotten, but he never made the conscious decision to pursue it. It wasn’t until a director mentioned to his mom how he could be perfect for the role of a son in a series he was shooting that he even began practicing. It was around the same that he had also become good friends with Jane Hayward who was working with his mom on her new movie which only helped get things moving. His mother couldn’t help but laugh when he went from disinterest to excitement when his new friend mentioned just how awesome it all was. From there, the best coaches were hired, which Jake thought was silly because his mom was the best one he could have, and it wasn’t long until his career was rolling.

Everything was going rather smoothly as the years passed. Jacob’s show was doing well, and there were even talks of him appearing in a movie with Will Smith which was rather big news for a boy who loved Men in Black. However, the calm appeared to only be preparing him for the storm because one morning news about his father’s identity was everywhere. His mom didn’t have the time to prepare him because even though she had recently began talking to his father again, she didn’t think he would tell his wife so soon. The whirlwind that happened afterwards caused more turmoil for the boy than it appeared. His life went from him believing it was just him and his mom against the world to having a man he didn’t know but was supposed to love in his house. Add to that the “brother” he had who couldn’t stand him and blamed him for something he didn’t even do, and Jake began to pull away. It was in small ways, but enough for his mom to suggest therapy.

Months of talking to a stranger didn’t truly help, but his dad’s persistence eventually did. David attended sessions with his son, and the trio even did family therapy. It seemed like the man was really trying, and he could see that his mom was happy, so he began to let go of his own anger. He forgave his mom for keeping secrets from him and just believed that it took his family a little longer to get together than most. For years, things seemed perfect, but he didn’t realize until he was thirteen how much of an allusion it all was. The three of them rarely spent time together due to them all being in separate projects, and when they did things were more superficial than ever. Talks rarely went beyond the basic small talks about work or asking how he was doing in school with his tutor before there was silence. His mom always gave him fake smiles to try and assure him all was well, but he could see the happiness in her fading.

A year later, everything came crashing down. David walked out on his mom just like he had on the woman before her, and Jake was left with the desire to be nothing like him. Promptly, he left acting to spend more time with his mom and focus on dance. The hobby that everyone told him he was naturally brilliant at became all he wanted to do. His mother could tell that her son was angry and constantly carried that with him, but he never wanted to talk about it. The woman wished that she could at least know what he was feeling, but the boy bottled it all up and instead pretended his father didn’t exist. He went back to using his mother’s maiden name as his own whenever possible and put on the facade that nothing mattered to him outside of his mom.

While dance was something he excelled at for the ten years he immersed himself in it, he quickly realized that it wasn’t nearly as stable of a career as acting was. There were some options, but the stress of it all took away from the passion he had for the art. He didn’t want to look at it as a paycheck, so he started thinking about other forms of work. it wasn’t until he heard a rumor that people thought he wouldn’t go back to acting because he was afraid of not being able to come out from under the shadow his father’s scandal put on him that he decided to go back. If there was one thing he loved, it was making people eat their words, so he started auditioning again. He swore he would surpass his father, and when he got his first callback with Performing the Arts, he thought it was perfect. He would be able to act while having dance be a part of it as well.

YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD CANON FOR THEIR CHARACTER:

Jake is excited that he’s playing a character he can relate to. For a long time he didn’t know who his father was, and his goal is to bring that life experience to life in his role. He is determined to not let the bitterness of his situation effect how it is portrayed and wants to remember that hope he once felt wondering who his father was. He wants Zane to look for his parents secretively due to him not wanting to hurt the parents who raised him his whole life. He also wants Zane to be a bit more shy than he is. Since he has a crush on Eden that’s gone on for so long, he figured that was a good path to take.

Zane is cool being an outcast and focusing on dance. He would rather focus on his art and the close friends he has than worry about popularity. Even though he’s a good looking guy, he doesn’t have a big ego.

Jake also portrays Zane as someone who can’t sit still. He always seems to have a beat running through him which often leads to feet tapping or fidgeting.

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