#Nights in Bliss Colorado

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[alien-magnolia]

You Saved Me

Tw: logan howlett x fem!reader, domestics, description of childbirth/pregnancy, breeding knk, fem/mutant! reader, domestics, Logan being so caring <3 18+ MDNI

A/n: please support your creators and reblog if you love this content <3 xoxo, Liz

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You never believed in being absolutely crushed, enamored with someone just from one instance of meeting. Just from one glance. That never fell to be true. Until you met Logan.

He saved you from Striker’s Island, saved you from life in a cage, life as an experiment, carrying you off the grounds of the facility because you had a broken leg. He was so caring, so gentle, with you that day.

You sobbed as the bone in your leg bulged out, itching to relieve itself in the fresh air, away from the mess that was your thigh. “I know it hurts. Just hold on to me, yeah? Won’t let anything happen to you,” he consoles, his gruff voice and warm, heaving chest a comfort to you as the pain from your leg was asinine — slowly killing you.

He was gentle on the night you eloped, as well. The two of you fell enamored with each other in only a span of a few months. You needed each other to heal. The two of you spend some time away from the X-mansion, back in the outskirts of the Colorado mountains.

“Let me carry you over these rocks, bub. Don’t want you to strain yourself,” he chided at you, and once again, those strong, hairy arms you loved so much, picked you up as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the edge of the cliff. “It’s beautiful here, Logan,” you exclaim in quiet awe. “It’s nice. Private,” he replies, a large hand coming to cup your face. “You saved me, bub. After losing my brother, having all these god-fuckin’ awful memories. Had so much pain,” he sighs. “I know. You’re safe now, Lo,” your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him into a slow and chaste kiss.

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“Can’t! Can’t take it anymore — Lo!!,” you squealed, as his broad chest pressed up against your back, all the chest hair leaving marks on your back. His large hands cradling your front, occasionally squeezing at your plush tits, his grunts animalistic. “Doing so well, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Give me one more squeeze bub, I know you can,” he reassures, as you feel like you’re about to explode from his thick, eight inch cock ramming into you, over and over.

You’re in complete bliss as you feel his seed seeping into you. You were fertile. You were his. His claws come out as he finishes, almost touching your neck. He pulled them back quickly, checking if you were okay. “Love you so much, sweetheart. You’re my moon, I’m your Wolverine,” he whispers, as he rolls you over onto your back, wiping you with a towel. He lays down next to you, cradling you on his big chest, in an almost paternal way.

You were safe, you were loved.

He continued being the softest, gentle, man that he could be, with you. Even when the both of you returned to the Mansion. He would constantly check in on you if you were teaching class, advising the students of how you gained control of your telepathy. He would always make sure you went to bed at a reasonable time, and that you wouldn’t over exert yourself while teaching.

His love and care for you was innately fierce, and it grew even more fervorous when you told him you were pregnant. You’ve never seen the man so happy.

He was insanely protective over you. He was your shadow, always around where you were. If another at the mansion even so simply looked at you, he would get defensive. “We got a problem here?,” he would ask, claws slowly inching out. They would shake their head quickly and walk away.

He would hold back your hair as you had morning sickness, constantly ill. He would tell you everything would be okay, as you gained a bit of weight, as your hormones raged out of control.

“What do you need, bub? Water? I can make you somethin’ to eat too, don’t hold out on me, now,” he asks, as he walks into your kitchen after a long day of working with Charles on a new project. You sniffle, “I never knew pregnancy would be this hard, Lo. I’m losing it.” “Hey. You’re still my moon, y’ know. You saved me, sweetheart. Still love ya just the same, even if you’re all heavy with my kid. It’s a new life we made,” he reassures, bringing you in to the safe haven of his chest again. You smile warmly, as he continues to hold you.

He was there with you for the birth. You were in so much pain, and he held you — every step of the way. When the infant was finally out, the three of you spent hours just laying together, having skin to skin contact. “My moon. Did so well f’me, sweetheart,” he tells you, as you have your infant laying on his chest, and your fingers gently touch his beard.

He saved you, after all.

A/n: I want this man in a very bad way, a very, very, very, very bad way. Screaming. References here are from original X men movie and X men origins: Wolverine.

[sunlightmurdock]

Like This Forever | J. Seresin

“She’s gonna marry that boy someday.” Mary-Lynn Seresin had huffed with a wistful smile, watching the mud-caked children tear off through the field once again. This time, with sticks in hands and violent intent plastered across their dirty faces.

Being Jake’s tour manager had been a dream come true. Your childhood best friend, the first boy you ever loved — seeing his own dreams come true, the crowds screaming his name. It had all been so perfect.

Until those faint pink lines had shown up right before Jake’s six month long North American tour had kicked off. Those nights sneaking around are long gone. Now, Jake’s singing about you to a packed stadium, while you stand off-stage with tear-stained cheeks.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, childhood friends to lovers, country singer!Jake, smut, pining, blissful ignorance, other warnings to follow. (18+ minors do not interact)

Jake’s Setlist | Jake’s Family

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One — Introducing the small town of Driftwood, TX, on a Sunday morning in 1974. Spilling into that important evening in February 1991. Driftwood, Texas.

Two — The start of it all. That night. Six weeks later, the first night of Jake’s tour. Driftwood, TX / New Mexico.

Three — Pregnancy isn’t at all what you had thought it would be. New Mexico / Colorado.

Four — Your mind is made up. Jake has a lot of thoughts about that. Colorado.

*More to follow*

[luigisblueoveralls]

Honeymoon Bliss

Luigi x Fem!Reader

SFW and NSFW

Requested by @pixelybisexualwitch

Summary: After you and Luigi's wedding, you both take off to your honeymoon and spend the whole day together and have fun during the day as well as extra fun during the night.

Notes: Fluff and Smut. I will mark where the Smut starts in case anyone just wants to read the fluff. Of course, shy and fluffy and praising Luigi as always, but also very loving.

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(H/C)=Hair Color

(S/T)=Skin Tone

(E/C)=Eye color

🌸=When SFW starts

🔥=When NSFW starts

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"You may now kiss the bride."

The whole crowd cheered as Luigi grabbed you, bowed you down, and gave you the biggest kiss he has ever given you. He held onto you tightly so he wouldn't drop you by accident. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you back up straight, absolutely on cloud nine. The two of you were so happy to finally tie the knot. Your family and friends were crying with tears of joy, especially Mario. He was so happy for his little brother to have someone to love. Throughout the wedding, the two of you played wedding games, ate some cake, and hung out with your friends and family, absolutely enjoying the day. But you both knew it was about to get even better. The honeymoon.

When Luigi asked where you wanted to go, you picked Colorado. Despite the heavy snow there, the mountains and views were beautiful. Luigi wanted to go wherever you wanted to go, and he was happy to go to Colorado for y'alls honeymoon. Since y'all wanted to have the whole first day in Colorado, you both waited till the day after the wedding to start the honeymoon.

"You ready, (Y/N)?" Luigi asked you both buckled the seatbelts in your seat.

The airplane was fixing to take off, and while you were excited, you were also nervous. Airplanes have always given you anxiety.

"Y-Yeah. I am Luigi." You told him in response.

As the airplane started to move, Luigi held your hand tightly. You held back as the plane went faster and faster and started lifting up. You held your breath as you could feel your stomach do flips, and your legs start to shake. All you could hear was the sound of the airplane engine souring loudly, as if it were mocking you. Make it stop, please.

"Hey." You heard the calm, soft voice of your now husband speak to you.

You shakingly turned to him. Luigi's blue eyes stared into your (E/C) colored eyes.

"I'm right here. We are on our way to Colorado right now. What are we going to do first when we get there?" Luigi asked you, trying to distract you away from the airplane take off.

"U-Um, we are going to go to our cabin on the mountain that we rented." You answered him.

Luigi held both of your hands and made you turn to your side fully to be facing him.

"A log cabin, actually. I may or may not have secretly made a few upgrades." Luigi winked at you, making you giggle.

"That sounds delightful." You said, blushing intensely, thinking about the day and night is gonna go.

"And then what?" Luigi asked, his blue eyes twinkling at you.

Ever since y'all got together five years ago, Luigi's eyes twinkled at you with so much love and care he had for you. You could stare into his eyes forever.

"Then we are going to go eat at a local pub, have some drinks and good food. And then maybe have some more fun later that night at the cabin." Luigi suggested, giving you a sly smile.

"Oh, really now?" You whispered, making you both giggle like school girls.

You felt more relaxed and relieved as the airplane was stable. You got back into reality as you realized you were with the love of your life, and you were gonna have the funnest week of your life in Colorado. After about five hours on the plane, the two of you finally arrived in Denver, Colorado. It was cold but you both were prepared.

"Brrrr, it's starting to snow!" Luigi exclaimed as the two of you quickly climbed into the taxi, shoving your luggage in it.

"You two new here?" The taxi driver asked both of you.

"Honeymoon! Newly married." You told the driver.

"Congratulations to you both then. I hope you both enjoy Colorado." The driver said to you both.

Luigi thanked the driver as you peered out the window. There was fresh snow starting to fall from the sky and onto the ground with the mountains already caked in snow. It was such a beautiful sight to you, and it was everything you have ever dreamed of. The two of you then arrived at the log cabin you were staying at. It was up on a hill, not a steep hill, thankfully, but the snow that was falling on the roof and on the grass and it made the view so much more beautiful. In the distance, on the back porch was a beautiful, open view of the mountains. And to top it all off, there were no close neighbors. The taxi stopped, and you and Luigi scrambled out of the taxi to get your luggage out. You paid the taxi driver as well as gave him a good tip, and he drove off. Although you wanted to admire the cabin some more from the outside, it was absolutely freezing, so the two of you power walked into the cabin.

"I'll go turn on the heater." Luigi announced as he searched for the cabins thermostat, which was in the kitchen.

The hot heat immediately filled the cabin, warming the two of you up.

"Ahh, that feels so good." You sighed, sitting on the couch.

"Oh yeah." Luigi said as he sat down next to you.

Of course, Luigi immediately held your hand and leaned his head onto your shoulder. You both were on cloud nine and felt so high for each other. Luigi was your husband, and you were his wife. It finally happened. You could feel your body start to get very warm and tingly on the inside. It felt so good to you. Oh yeah, you were ready. But was Luigi?

"Hey, uh, Lui?"

"Hm?"

"Can we uh, delay the pub dinner for tomorrow?" You asked Lui.

"Well, why's that?" Luigi asked.

"I think my entire body is sick, and *you're* the only cure for it." You told him in a sly tone, hoping he'd get it.

Judging by his pink face, Luigi got it.

"O-Oh, I see. Is someone feeling frisky?"

"Maybe." You answered, turning away from him in embarrassment.

This sort of thing wasn't new for the two of you. You both have had sex with each other plenty of times, the first time with Luigi being super shy as hell, but this time, it was different for sure. It would be y'all's first time as husband and wife. Luigi then grabbed your chin and made you look at him with a smile.

"Uh maybe I am too." Luigi awkwardly said.

It was his way of trying to be seductive. It was cute, and it worked on you. You glanced down at his crotch, answering your suspicions.

"Yeah, I can tell." You commented, still staring.

Out of a mix of both embarrassment and being flustered, Luigi covered his crotch up with his hands.

"Take me to the bedroom." You commanded him.

"Yes, ma'am." Luigi said as he got up, picked you up, held you gently and carried you to the bedroom.

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Both of you entered the bedroom, and it was so big with a Queen sized bed, a big TV as well as a dimly lit lamp turned on. It set the mood for sure. Luigi then ever so carefully sat you down on the bed. He has always treated you so delicately like a feather.

"You're so pretty." Luigi said to you.

You blushed at his comment profusely. Even though you have heard these compliments so many times over the years, Luigi never fails to make you blush.

"You're such a cutie, Lui." You told him, pinching his cheek.

He giggled at you as he laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling. You got a sly idea. You started taking your shirt off without moving positions, and Luigi remained still. You could feel Luigi looking at you as your shirt came fully off. You were wearing a bright green lacy revealing bra on, which was part of the surprise outfit you had planned for Lui. He was eyeing you but not fully staring. You decided that the best course of action was to get him out of the room for a second.

"Why don't you go get that bottle of white wine we brought with us?"

"Oh, uh yeah, yeah, sure thing." Luigi said, his face just caked in pink.

You know he saw the bra, and it was unlike anything you have ever worn for him. It took him by surprise and made him instantly aroused for you. As Luigi left, you quickly tore all of your clothes off, wanting to reveal the whole outfit to him. It barely covered your parts and skin and also came with stockings as well. It was y'alls honeymoon, anything can happen. As you could hear Luigi coming back to the room, you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed and your hands propping your body up. Your entire body was in view for him. Luigi entered the room and nearly dropped the wine bottle and glasses he had in his hand when he saw you. 

"(Y-Y/N). You look so..stunning." Luigi stuttered out. 

His whole face was caked in red. Even his nose was bright red. The way your (S/T) skin blend in with the bright green lingerie you had made him so much more aroused than he already was. He could not keep his eyes off of you. 

"Thank you." You gestured Luigi to sit next to you, and he did. 

He poured both of you a glass of wine, setting the bottle aside. 

"To husband and wife." You start a toast. 

"To husband and wife." Luigi finished as you both clicked your glasses together and finished the glass of wine. 

The wine went down your throat smoothly. You didn't need the wine but you figured Luigi may need a little confidence juice. You both sat the glasses aside as Luigi turned to face you, holding your hips. He quietly gazed up and down at you, admiring your body.

"Forgive me, I know it's rude to stare but I can't help it." Luigi apologized to you.

"Sweetheart, there's no need to apologize. I'd be offended if you didn't stare." You drag your finger down his cheek and twirled the end of his mustache that you loved so much.

You gazed down and noticed Luigi's excitement poking through his shorts.

"Someone's excited." You comment, grazing your hand near his crotch making Luigi whine.

"Ah, how could I help but not be excited with you?" Luigi said, watching what you were going to do.

You backed away from Luigi and laid down on the bed, not breaking eye contact from him.

"I want you, Lui. Come show me a good time, husband." You told him.

"Y-Yes, ma'am." Luigi said, flustered than ever.

Luigi then took his shirt off. You admired his body. Luigi wasn't fat but also wasn't skin and bones either. He had some chest hair, but not too much and even some muscle in his arms from all of the plumbing work he has done over the years. He then took his shorts and boxers off, his hard dick popping out. He was a good five inches and very thick. From the other times y'all have done it, he was able to hit all the right nerves and spots inside of you due to that factor.

"God, you're so handsome." You comment, making Luigi smile.

"I think you're slightly better looking than me." Luigi said as he got on top, hovering over you.

He then leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. You instantly kiss back, feeling his soft lips against yours. Luigi then began to massage your breast, making you moan into his mouth. You just want him inside of you so badly. You crave him now more than ever. You felt Luigi then grab your lacy underwear and pull it down your waist, then your legs and then off of your body. You could feel yourself become more and more wet from just Luigi touching you. His touch was like a drug to you, so addicting and you would get withdrawals if he didn't touch you. 

"Oh, Lui. I want you." You begged to him. 

If this was his first time, Luigi would've came right then and there from your words. But over the years, he has gotten better at being tolerant and lasting longer. 

"I want you too, (Y/N)." Luigi said as he positioned himself to enter you. 

"Are you ready, my love?" He asked for your consent. 

Even though you were more than ready, you always appreciated him asking for your consent. You nodded in response as Luigi pushed his dick inside of you, making you moan deeply. 

"Fuck." 

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Luigi frantically asked you. 

The thought of hurting you made him so upset. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do to you. 

"You're fine, Luigi. Just felt so good." You reassured him, rubbing his back. 

"Okay good. I just want this to be fun for you." Luigi told you. 

"I know and you're already doing that." 

Luigi smiled at your comment. He felt reassured. Luigi then started thrusting in and out of you, softly and slowly. You wanted something more. 

"P-Pin me down, Lui." 

Luigi stopped and looked at you in shock. 

"Too much?" You asked. 

"N-No, (Y/N). I just didn't expect that out of you." Luigi admitted. 

"Well, it's our honeymoon. Anything can happen." You mentioned. 

"You're right." 

Luigi then grabbed your wrists, held them tightly but not harshly and pinned your hands above your head. The feeling of his nails into your wrists turned you on so much. 

"L-Like this?" He asked. 

You nod in response, feeling so much bliss and euphoria radiate throughout your body. Luigi then started thrusting in and out of you. Right away, Luigi was hitting all of the right nerves, making you tingle. You locked eye contact with Luigi, his bright blue eyes that were filled with so much love for you staring back into yours intensely. 

"You feel so good, Lui." You moaned, which made Luigi start thrusting faster and harder. 

He laid his forehead on yours, still maintaining eye contact. 

"Sh-Shit." Luigi groaned, "you feel so warm, (Y/N). Ah, ah!" 

Hearing the noises he was making made you moan louder. You could feel his nails dig into your skin out of pleasure but you didn't care at all. No, you just care about how good Luigi was making you feel right now. The entire room was filled with the two of y'alls noises you both were making. 

"O-Oh, (Y/N). You feel so good." 

"L-Luigi. Oh, ohh. Right there, please." 

Luigi started hitting in the direction that hit your good spot inside of you. You couldn't feel your legs any more, they were all tingly and numb from Luigi's thrusts. That orgasm was coming close for you and it felt so so good. 

"Please, Lui. Lui let me cum please." You beg him. 

"Ngh, ah, ahh. Hmhmm, hm." Luigi whimpered out. 

That tells you that he was coming close. When Luigi would come close, he could not get any words out other than your name. 

"I'm right there, Lui. I'm right there. O-Oh!" You cried out, feeling the edge of your orgasm creep out. 

Luigi was getting sloppy because he was right there, too, but he kept going for you. It was all worth it to him to hear your moans of pleasure because of him. 

"Oh, oh ohh Luigi! Oh Lui!" 

"Ohh, oh (Y-Y/N)!" 

The two of you screamed in unison as the both of you orgasmed hard at the same time, causing Luigi to collapse on top of you. You both laid in silence as both of you were catching your breaths and coming down from the high of your orgasms. 

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"That was…amazing." You gasp out. 

"Yes. It was." Luigi agreed. 

He let go of your wrists and just wrapped his arms around you, to hold you, as he laid his head gently on your chest. 

"I love you, Luigi." You said as you run your fingers through his soft brown hair. 

"I love you too, (Y/N)." Luigi said back, totally smitten with you. 

"Want to freshen up in the shower?" You offered. 

Luigi jolted his head up in excitement. 

"Um yeah! Definitely." 

The two of you climbed off of each other and went to the master bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. The shower was huge, with a shower head on each side of the wall with a tile floor and wall as well as glass doors. As you started the water and waited for it to warm up, you could feel Luigi run his fingers slowly down your back and to the clip of your lacy bra. He unclipped your bra and slid your bra off of your body. 

"You're so beautiful." Luigi told you as he kissed your shoulder, his soft fingers running down your skin. 

It made you shiver but in a good way. He then wrapped his arms around you and started placing soft kisses on your neck. 

"Lui, you're just the cutest man ever." 

Luigi giggled, burying his face into your neck. 

"God. What would I do without you?" He laughed. 

Luigi could not imagine a life without you. He loved you that much. He wanted to have kids with you, grow old with you and he pray that at the point you both are super old that y'alls kids were grown and you both would die together in peace for he could never imagine a day without you. 

"What would I do without you?" You remarked back, making the both of you laugh. 

Once the water was hot enough, the two of you stepped into the shower. For the rest of the night, you two stayed in the shower together till the water got cold. Luigi took his time with washing you. He wanted to get every inch of your skin, and he did. And you did the same thing for him. Washing his mustache was the best part in your opinion. It was definitely a good post sex activity for both of you and a different type of intimacy for both of you. Once you both were done showering, y'all didn't even bother putting clothes back on. You both just both got back under the covers, holding each other close. You both could not wait for another day of spending time with each other as newlywedded husband and wife. 

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Here it is!! I'm so sorry it took so long! Like I said I work full time and can only write when I can but thank you all for your patience! I hope you enjoy this @pixelybisexualwitch !! I'll be working on the other requests as well and have them up as soon as I can.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 9 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - you and Spencer travel to New Mexico where he has a surprise for you. A series of events leads Spencer to feel himself losing his control on the situation.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - swearing, aggressive Spencer, use of “whore”, murder, blood, knives.

WC - 4.5k

Chapter 9 - Who’s in Control?

Derby was but a blur in your rearview mirror, much like the other towns that came before it. Joining it in a long forgotten haze was the short lived post-coital bliss. 

For a man who had gotten laid not twelve hours ago, Spencer was extremely crabby this morning. You must have instinctively curled into him in your sleep, resting your head on his chest and you’d been woken up by him shoving you roughly off of him. Before you could even blink he was out of the bed, his naked body retreating into the bathroom. 

You heard the shower and after it shut off you assumed by the hisses and groans that had followed that he was cleaning and redressing his wound. When he returned to the room, dressed in clean clothes, he started gathering up the blood stained items into a garbage bag without looking at you. 

You weren’t even sure what Spencer did with the incriminating evidence and of course he wouldn’t tell you if you asked so you didn’t bother. He’d barked at you to go in the shower, telling you that you stank and that was all he’d said to you. 

He’d been reentering the motel room when you’d finished in the bathroom with a single take out cup of coffee which he was drinking from. Soon after he’d hurried you out of the room and into the Nissan. 

You didn’t bother to ask where you were headed, it didn’t make much of a difference anyway. He was clearly annoyed about something, you could tell by the way his shoulders hunched as he drove and his white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. Wasn’t sex supposed to have the opposite effect? How could he possibly be so highly strung after the night you’d spent together? 

Was he still annoyed about your secret phone call to Luke or your accidental attack on him? Thinking of Luke you really needed to call him and carry out damage control but Spencer was clearly in a foul mood and you didn’t want to add to it by asking to call him. 

When you crossed state lines from Kansas into Oklahoma you found yourself growing confused. He’d told you he’d been heading for Colorado which bordered Kansas to the west. So why had he dipped south into Oklahoma? Continuing south you briefly crossed into Texas and when you passed the yellow and red sign welcoming you to New Mexico, Land of Enchantment you were thoroughly confused. 

Spencer stopped for gas not long after passing the sign and less than an hour later he was pulling into the near empty parking lot of a single storey motel, the sign proclaiming it to be the Route 66 Inn, Santa Rosa. It was late and the lot had very little lighting. He didn’t say a word while he left you in the car and trudged over to the lobby. 

While he was gone you reached into his satchel he’d left in the back seat and pulled out one of the burner phones before slipping it into your pocket. 

The Route 66 Inn was just about the most stereotypical American motel you’d ever seen in your life. It was supposedly a tourist trap, maybe the idea was to give the All-American experience. But to you it was simply poorly maintained, not inspiringly decorated and a little shabby. It wasn’t quite as bad as the Chapmanville Inn, but it was a close second. 

Spencer didn’t seem to care or even notice as he carried your bags through the room. At the very least there were two double beds this time which made a nice change. He dumped the bags on the floor and proceeded to rummage through his and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which you could only imagine he was running out of by now. 

When he started to strip off his button down and black slacks right in the middle of the room, your inherent reaction was to turn away despite the fact you had seen every inch of him. The jeans and the t-shirt could only mean one thing and that was confirmed when you heard him zipping up a hoodie. When you looked back towards him he was securing the hunting knife in the back of his trousers. 

“I’ll be back later.” He didn’t look at you as he headed back to the door.

“No.” You spoke without meaning to. 

His hand which had been midway toward the door handle froze momentarily before he spun on his heels to look at you again.

“I’m sorry?” His frown was heavy as he regarded you.

“I said no.” You stood your ground, stepping towards him. “You’re not going anywhere. Not without me.” 

His frown slowly faded, replaced by a much more evil smirk as he came closer to you. He reached for you and you flinched as his hand cupped the side of your face. His grip was strong, fingers digging in behind your ear.

“Sweetheart, you will be no use to me out there.” He spoke in a patronising fashion.

“I want to help.” You tried to insist. 

“You know what I’m going out to do, correct?” His frown returned. 

“Yes.” You nodded against his hand. “You’ve got another target. And I want to help.” 

His eyes searched your face but for what you weren’t sure. His grip on your face tightened but this time you didn’t flinch. 

“You want to help?” He questioned you. “You want to help me murder someone?” 

“I want to prove to you that I am in this, Spencer. Maybe if I do this, you will finally be able to trust me. If I help you with this, I’m not just complicit but I am liable. There would be no way for me to turn you in without implicating myself and maybe you can finally believe that I’m not going to run away and call the cops on you.” 

Spencer looked at you curiously as you spoke and detected no hint that you weren’t being completely and utterly genuine. He was almost impressed at the lengths you were willing to go through to prove yourself to him. And honestly, there probably couldn’t have been a more perfect time for you to lend your services. 

He’d carried out some research at a cafe down the street from the motel this morning while you were in the shower and discovered there had been a recent sighting of a target of his in nearby Albuquerque. 

He suddenly let go of your face and took a step back and you didn’t know what that meant. He bent over and pulled the Colt of his hiding place in his boot. And then he held it out for you. 

You stared at the firearm in his outstretched hand in confusion, not wanting to take it in case it was some kind of trap. Spencer proffered it toward you.

“Take it then. If you’re serious about helping me, you may need this.” 

Your hand shook as you cautiously reached and took it from his hand. You quickly secured it in your waistband and Spencer smiled at you. 

“Are you ready to have some real fun, princess?” He nodded his head towards the door. 

“I was born ready.” You nodded defiantly and then you followed him out of the room. 

***

You periodically spun the chamber of the Colt Cobra, eyes locked on the dark and baron street out of the windscreen. Spencer had tried not to be bothered by the sound of the spinning chamber but after nearly twenty minutes he reached across the centre console and slapped your hand.

“Stop that.” He growled at you. 

“Sorry.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t expect this to be so boring.” 

“My research told me he finishes work Monday to Friday at eleven PM at a restaurant seven blocks away. His home is a block south of us. He has to walk this way home. He doesn’t own a car.” Spencer glanced at the clock on the dashboard which told him it was five minutes to twelve. 

“Tell me about him.” 

“Serial rapist and murder. Nothing too interesting.” He shrugged.

“There’s something you aren’t telling me.” You narrowed your eyes on him but he refused to look at you.

“There are a lot of things I don’t tell you, Y/N, deal with it.” He was starting to wish he hadn’t brought you along with him.

A car passed by on the otherwise quiet street, its headlights briefly illuminating the two of you in an eerie glow. He’d thought it was a good idea to bring you along tonight, to have you prove your worth to him but now he was having doubts. He felt his control slipping away with you here like this, if he turned you into a killer then he no longer had any power over you. 

And this one specifically, this one he was doing just for you. It was his gift to you, the only way he knew how to thank you for everything you’d done for him because he couldn’t say it with his words. But if he let you take this from him, if he let you have this kill then it would strip him of his dominance. 

The intricacies of this power dynamic were growing more and more complicated by the day and had only gotten worse since last night. 

He’d been so eager to get you into bed it hadn’t even crossed his mind what it would mean once he had. He told you that you would belong to him afterward, but it didn’t occur to him it may work the other way around. 

He couldn’t belong to you, he couldn’t belong to anyone. But he opened himself up to you intimately and now there was no going back. 

“Seriously, if I’m going to be involved I want to know what’s going on. What aren’t you saying?” Your voice permeated his thoughts and he sighed deeply. 

“Sometimes you talk too much.” He grunted. 

“Asshole.” You growled at him. “Would you rather we just sat here in silence? Because that can be arranged.” 

“I mean if you're adamant about doing something with your mouth. I can think of better uses for it than talking.” He smirked sinfully at you, a suggestive glint in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest. 

“No, I was thinking more along the lines of you sucking my dick. I thought that was obvious. But I mean we could do that too.” He chuckled but you shot him a look that told him you were in no mood to joke. 

“You think I want to suck your dick after the way you tossed me aside this morning? No thanks.” 

“Jeez, do you know how petty you sound?” Spencer scoffed. “You’re pissed because we slept together and I didn’t want to cuddle after? I hate to break it to you, Y/N, but it was just sex. Don’t get all clingy on me.”

“Don’t worry I won’t. Because it’s never going to happen again.” 

“Yeah, right.” Spencer laughed with a roll of his eyes. “You’ll be begging me to fuck you within a few days.” 

“Are you really that big headed?” You spat, glaring at him. “You think you’re so good in bed and I have such little self-respect that I would be desperate enough to beg you. Jesus christ you’re an asshole.” 

“And you are expendable, my love.” He snarled, fingers running over the gun in his lap like a warning. “I would advise you not to talk to me like that again.” 

“You have so little backbone I don’t know how you can’t suck your own dick.” You dared to talk back. 

Spencer chuckled dryly before he unexpectedly reached across the centre console and wrapped his hand around your throat, a move that was becoming almost too predictable from him. 

“I don’t need to when I have a whore like you to do it for me.” He thrust you by your neck back against the car door. “The only reason I am keeping you alive right now is because you’re good in bed. Don’t test me, Y/N.” 

He let you go as quickly as he had grabbed you when something caught his eye out of the windscreen. You followed his gaze to the shadowy figure of a man strolling down the sidewalk in your direction, head down and hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You saw a smirk twitch at the corner of Spencer’s lip and he picked up the SIG and stuffed it in the back of his jeans. He picked up the hunting knife from where it was sitting between your seats and ran his finger gently along the blade.

“It’s time.” His smirk grew, turning back to look at you.

“That’s who you were waiting for?” You whispered as the man slunk past the car without looking up.

“Not who I’ve been waiting for, sweetheart.” He shook his head, holding out the knife in your direction. “It’s who you’ve been waiting for.”

With a frown you took the blade from his hand and held it by the handle. You looked in the rearview mirror at the man now skulking further down the street. 

“I don’t understand.” Your eyes landed back on Spencer who’s smirk now took up his whole face.

“You don’t recognise him?” His tone was sickly sweet but in a menacing way.

“Should I?” 

“I mean, I’d probaby recognise the man responsible for my sister’s rape and murder.” He shrugged lightly.

His words caused your brain to start short circuiting, like a series of fuses had blown in your mind. You stared at him wide eyed as you tried to comprehend what was happening. 

Somewhere in a distant memory you could hear your mother crying as your dad told you what had happened. You could hear Jason Gideon explaining they had done everything they could but they hadn’t been able to stop him in time. 

You could see her coffin being lowered into the ground, feel the soft breeze in the graveyard that day. You could feel your father’s hand squeezing yours tightly while the celebrant spoke about your sister's life, a life he’d known nothing about. 

You could see the evil eyes of Duncan Green as he was let out into the courtroom, his orange jumpsuit and shackles at his wrists and ankles. You could hear the lack of remorse in the man's voice when he spoke of his crimes. 

You could hear the phone ringing, hear the voice down the line telling you Duncan Green had escaped from prison. 

You felt the lifetime of pain caused by losing your sister. All the anger and hatred you’d had towards the one man who had torn your life apart. He’d taken from you a piece of your soul and now you finally had a chance to take something from him too.

His life.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” Spencer spoke again and he was a little surprised when a twisted and maniacal grin started to form on your face. 

You toyed with the blade in your hand as you started to nod, but your eyes wouldn’t focus on him. It was as though you were possessed, like someone had taken over your body. Someone much more evil and sinister than yourself.

“I heard you.” Your voice didn’t even sound like you. You unclipped your seatbelt almost robotically and turned to the car door, taking a deep breath in. “It’s time to make him pay for what he did to my sister. Duncan Green has to die.” 

Spencer watched as you opened the car door and slid out into the night, knife dangling from between your fingers. He swallowed at the sight, a little concerned that he may have made an error in judgement here. 

***

In your mind's eye you remembered Duncan Green as an imposing man, over six feet tall with broad shoulders. The man’s face had been burnt into your brain since the first time you laid eyes on him and he’d remained unchanged for all these years. But in reality it had been so long, of course he didn’t look how you remembered him, it wasn’t as though you were still that scared little teenager you’d been back then. 

On his knees with flexi cuffs pinning his wrists behind his back and tears rolling down his hollow cheeks, he was much less intimidating than you remembered. 

You’d caught up to him as he was entering his house and before he’d had time to close the door you’d gotten up behind him and held him at gunpoint. You’d forced him inside where Spencer had slapped the cuffs on him and got him on his knees. 

“Please, I haven’t done anything! Please don’t hurt me!” He sobbed as you kept the gun trained on his face. 

Spencer stood behind him with the SIG in his hand but not pointing it at Green, not yet, not unless he had to. He was trying to let you have control here. 

“Shut up.” You spat, your face red with anger and your hand shaking a little. 

Spencer couldn’t relate. The men he’d killed were scum but he’d had no emotional connection to him. He’d been able to kill them, dispose of their bodies and forget about them entirely. Maybe he should have thought this through. 

“You have the wrong man, I haven’t done anything!” The man simpered pathetically. 

“Haven't done anything?” You growled. “You’re a murderer and a rapist!”

“No, you have the wrong man.” He begged. 

Spencer rolled his eyes, his frustration getting the better of him and he stepped forward and pistol whipped the man around the face. Duncan groaned in pain, lip quivering. 

“We know exactly who you are, Duncan Green.” Spencer lashed out. 

“W-what?” He looked between the two of you wide eyed, clearly not expecting that. “H-how…?”

“How did we know?” You barked at him. “You don’t recognise me?” 

He blinked a few times at you, trying to clear the tears from his eyes that were hindering his vision. 

“N-no?” He shook his head. 

“Goddammit.” You followed Spencer’s example and hit him around the face with the muzzle of your gun. He groaned at the impact. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I think you knew my sister.” 

His face fell and for a moment his tears subsided due to the shock. It was obvious the name rang bells to him, serial killers never forgot their victims. 

“Oh my.” He gasped. “You’ve grown up.” 

“You took everything from me.” You felt hot tears gathering behind your own eyes and Spencer held his breath, hoping you wouldn’t let your emotions cloud your actions. “She was my best friend and you took her from me.” 

“She was special to me.” He seemed to calm slightly, almost peaceful as he thought about his kills. 

“Shut up. You don’t get to talk about her!” You slapped him around the face once more with the gun and he grumbled but shook it off. 

“I loved her.” He mused a little dreamily. “She was my favourite.” 

“Y/N, don’t rise to it. Just end this now.” Spencer spoke up, sensing you were imminently about to lose it. 

“She was so beautiful. How could I forget you, you look just like her.” Green smiled up at you. 

“Don’t listen to him.” Spencer tried again, your hand holding the gun shaking furiously. “If you need me to do this-”

“No.” You spat, not taking your eyes off of Green. “This one is mine.” 

You dropped the gun on the floor and unsheathed the knife, holding the blade up to the light. 

“I think about your sister every day. She was special. She was my favourite. She was-”

“Shut up!” You screamed, dropping to your knees in front of him and forcing his head backwards before pressing the blade to his exposed throat. 

“If you kill me I’ll just be reunited with her. I can have her all over again.” Duncan chuckled menacingly, his previous tears all but dried up. 

You looked up at Spencer, questioning him, your eyes seemingly asking if this could be true. Spencer shook his head, telling you not to listen to him. 

“Y/N, your sister is assuredly in heaven and he will most certainly be going straight to hell.” He didn’t believe in the afterlife, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever told you that. Hopefully you wouldn’t question it. 

“I loved her.” He smiled, looking you right in the eyes. “I loved her so much, you don’t under…”

He trailed off when you suddenly dragged the blade across his throat in one swift, unhesitant move. He sputtered as the blood pulsed from his carotid artery, spraying the hot, sticky substance all over your chest and your face. His body slumped to the floor with a thud and the blood kept on spilling. 

Your hand fell to your side and the blade crashed to the floor. Your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open as small gasps left your lips. Spencer was soon by your side, helping you to your feet. He kept one hand around you, afraid your legs might buckle. He fished a rag out of his pocket and cleaned some the claret off of your face for you. 

Then his hold turned rough and he was grabbing you by the arm and threw you against the wall in Green’s living room. His lips slammed into yours with bruising force and you could immediately feel how hard he was. His hand was already moving to your trousers, bypassing the button and sliding straight beneath the waistband. 

He made it to your panties, rubbing you through the fabric while his tongue aggressively explored your mouth. Before he could move your underwear aside and plunge his finger inside of you, you were shoving him away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled at you as you pushed past him.

“I am not having sex with you, Spencer.” You spat, the burst of euphoria you’d felt when you slashed that bastard's throat quickly fading and you hated Spencer for that.

“Why not? Do you have any idea how hot that was?” He advanced on you again but before he could come too close, you grabbed the blade from the floor and pointed it towards him. 

“Don’t touch me.” You growled at him. 

“Oh stop being such a tease, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes like this was some kind of game to him.

When you stepped closer and cupped him through his jeans he hissed at the feeling, thinking he was going to get his way after all. But he yelped when he moved the tip of the blade nearer his crotch.

“If you want to be able to ever have sex with another human being again, I suggest you listen to me when I say don’t touch me.” You shoved him away again, tucking the knife into the back of your trousers and leaving Spencer reeling a little. “Now help me clean this mess up.” 

You couldn’t believe Spencer would try to take advantage of a situation like that. No actually, you could believe that. But intimacy or sex were the last things on your mind right now. 

You’d just murdered a man, albeit one who unequivocally deserved it, but it was murder nonetheless. Sure, watching the blade as it cut open Duncan Green’s neck was a feeling you would never be able to recreate. It was euphoric, like a drug you never wanted to come down from. Watching the man responsible for killing your sister die at your own hand was the single greatest moment of your whole existence. 

It felt like a Herculean load had been lifted from your shoulders, one that had been weighing you down since the day she was murdered. It flooded every fibre of your being with endorphins, a kind of relief that you’d never felt before and knew you’d never be able to replicate.

You wanted to cry and laugh in equal measure as Green lay bleeding out over his hardwood floor. The blood poured and spluttered from his open neck like a sadistic waterfall, and the light faded from his eyes as you stared down at this pathetic and cowardly man. 

But also you felt a strange hollowness within you, like something had carved out your insides the moment you made that cut. Green was dead, but in him dying he’d taken a piece of you with him. 

Because of him you’d not only lost a sister but a piece of yourself. He’d made you into a murderer, a cold blooded killer and you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to look at yourself in the same way. You felt relieved but also like you’d been left completely empty, as though your soul had left your body alongside his. 

You stood there dumbly staring at the physical and metaphorical mess you’d created while Spencer started to clean up. 

You’d spent every day since your sister’s death frozen in time, stuck in a state of paralysis and waiting for the day you would be able to breathe again. But now you weren’t so sure you ever would.

Spencer watched you as he made a start on getting rid of the evidence, feeling a strange coiling in his stomach. Had he witnessed his power slip right through his fingers? Would he ever regain his authority over you? He had no idea who was in control anymore. But he was beginning to worry it might not be him. 

Open up my box and pull the string,

Am I just a musical machine for ransom?

I will only listen if you scream,

Lose your voice for me and I will sing your anthem.

Living in fear, living afraid,

Hysterical every day.

All because I let your poison paralyze me.

So tell me who's in control,

I'm confused, I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

So tell me who's in control,

Is it you? I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

My life is yours to hold.

So tell me who's in control.

But this wasn't what I signed up for,

Spending more stress than I can afford, and then some.

Killing me with almost no remorse,

Feeling back to when I just ignore your presence.

Living in fear, living afraid,

Hysterical every day.

All because I let your poison paralyze me.

So tell me who's in control,

I'm confused, I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

So tell me who's in control,

Is it you? I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

My life is yours to hold.

Open up my box and pull the string,

Am I just a musical machine for ransom?

Living in fear, living afraid,

Hysterical every day.

All because I let your poison paralyze me.

So tell me who's in control,

I'm confused, I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

So tell me who's in control,

Is it you? I don't know.

Tell me who's in control now.

My life is yours to hold.

Tell me,

So tell me who's in control now.

My life is yours to hold.

So tell me who's in control now.

My life is yours to hold.

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as long as you stay here [8] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.4k

chapter 8

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a/n - soooo little warning before we get into this one... it is a little teeny tiny itsy bitsy bit spicy - just like very small amount - but definitely where the fic starts to get 18+ 👀

“Why did I agree to go tonight?” Y/N groaned as she examined her two options for costumes for Tweek and Craig’s party that were laid out on Bebe’s bed. One was a white dress with a black corset over the top and a pointy hat so she could be a witch, and the other was something out of Bebe’s closet. It was a skin-tight black latex dress that underwear simply could not be worn with. It had an incredibly low cut on the chest and was backless. That, paired with some fangs, was supposedly a vampire costume. 

“You agreed to go tonight because the love of your life asked you,” Bebe grinned, twirling Y/N’s hair as she looked over her shoulder.

“Kyle and I aren’t even-” Y/N started to protest, but Bebe’s laugh stopped her in her tracks.

“I was referring to myself!” She grinned. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the little devil costume she was wearing, but Bebe looked more devious than before. “Funny how I mentioned love, and your mind automatically drifts to him.”

“Aren’t there any other costume options?” Y/N changed the subject, wanting to avoid addressing what Bebe had said. “The witch one is so boring, and the vampire is… borderline just lingerie.”

“Those are your choices!” Bebe shrugged. “Come on; you’ll look so hot as a vampire.”

“I’ll also be frozen,” Y/N pointed out. “It is the end of October in Colorado. Do you want me to die?”

“Vampires are cold! It’ll be accurate to the costume!” Bebe protested, picking the latex dress up and waving it in front of her. “You can just cuddle someone for warmth?” 

Clyde walked into the bedroom, carrying a small tray with 6 shot glasses. “Or you could warm up with some shots?” He suggested, holding them out. “Two each! Let the alcohol get your blood pumping!”

“You know alcohol doesn’t actually warm you up, right?” Y/N pointed out, but Bebe lightly smacked her on the arm.

“Stop being all sciencey!” She pleaded, picking up a shot and holding it up to Y/N’s mouth. “Let loose for a night!”

“Or are you too chicken?” Clyde’s taunts were the straw that broke the camel's back for Y/N. She wouldn’t dare let him call her a chicken and get away with it. Grabbing the shot from Bebe’s hand, she downed it before grabbing a second from the tray and chasing the first down. She wasn’t sure what they were shots of, just that she had been hit with an overwhelming blast of cherry that almost made her eyes water.

“There she is!” Bebe cheered, downing a shot of her own. “Clyde, get out; Y/N needs to get changed!”

“This wasn’t part of the plan!” Wendy’s mouth hung open in surprise as she watched Y/N down an entire glass of whatever people had poured into the punch bowl. There were at least 7 different alcoholic beverages in it. It was enough to leave even the best of drinkers unsteady on their feet.

“Wends, she wouldn’t put the dress on without a little liquid courage,” Bebe shrugged it off as Y/N returned to them with a blissful smile. “Isn’t it nice to see her let go for a night? Let the party animal loose?”

“How much have you had to drink?” Wendy asked Y/N directly, giving Bebe the side eye. She had seen when the party animal was let loose, and she knew why it was rarely ever let loose again.

“Two- wait, no… Three shots and two cups of whatever that stuff is,” As it was, Y/N wouldn’t seem very drunk to anyone who didn’t know her, but Wendy knew better. She was well on her way to getting wasted, and when Y/N started, she didn’t stop until she was made to. “You make the cutest little kitty!” She reached up to pet the cat ears that Wendy was wearing.

“See! She’s fine!” Bebe whispered. “We’ll just monitor her a bit to make sure she doesn’t drink too much more. Where is Kyle?”

“He’s with Stan,” Wendy nodded over in the direction. “But he’s the designated driver, so he’s limiting himself to one drink.”

“That wasn’t part of the plan either!” Bebe groaned, using Wendy’s own words against her. 

“What plan?” Y/N asked, looking around when she heard Kyle’s name mentioned to see if she could find him. She spotted his taller frame over the crowd quickly. His hair was like a beacon. Her eyes lit up when she realised what his costume was. “He’s a vampire too!”

Kyle was dressed in a more traditional vampire costume as opposed to her revealing one. He had a cape with a dramatic upturned collar, a white button-up shirt with the first two buttons undone and dress pants. She could see two little white fangs protruding from his mouth when he opened it to talk to Stan.

She didn’t stick around to hear what Bebe and Wendy were saying about whatever their plan was, now focused on talking to Kyle. He must have been able to feel her eyes on him as he turned to look at her as soon as she started weaving through the crowd of partygoers to get to him. 

“Fang friends!” Y/N grinned once she was close enough to him, proudly opening her mouth to show off her own fangs. Kyle couldn’t pay attention to that; he was too distracted by how incredible she looked in her dress. He wanted to be selfish and steal her away so no one else could see her, but she wasn’t his to be jealous over.

“I guess this is why Wendy wouldn’t let me change my costume last minute?” Kyle put on his best attempt at a normal smile while he tried to distract himself. She wasn’t making it any easier when she grabbed his arm and held it, seemingly for no reason other than to be close to him.

“Should we get some drinks?” She suggested, looking over at the table where the vast array of alcohol had been set out.

“I’m the designated driver,” Kyle shook his head. “Someone has to get you home safely.”

“I feel safe as long as I’m with you!” She spoke so confidently that Kyle had no choice but to believe it.

“What are you wearing?” Cartman gave Kyle his usual disapproving look, though this one was slightly more spurred on by alcohol. “You look so fucking stupid.” Kyle didn’t get a chance to defend himself as someone else jumped to the task.

“That’s rich coming from you, asshole,” Y/N tore him apart with her eyes, a judgemental scowl appearing as she scanned over every inch of his wolf costume. “What is this? A soft launch of your fursona?”

“I’m not a fucking furry!” Cartman denied loudly, causing some heads to turn.

“Dude, no need to get so defensive over it,” Y/N shrugged. “I’m sure your friends will accept you.”

“I am not a goddamn fucking furry!” He was mad, Kyle needed to stop this before it went further, but Y/N wasn’t one to back down.

“Sweetie, people don’t usually get that defensive unless there is truth in the claims,” She shrugged as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, you do you, boo, but I think you’d be happier living your truth.”

“I am going to beat your ass, you bi-“ Kyle had to stop this before it divulged into a full-blown fight. He took Y/N by the arm and pulled her away while Cartman threw out threats. Y/N looked like she was about to wiggle away to continue the argument when Cartman yelled out that he wasn’t afraid to hit a girl, but Clyde came to the rescue carrying 3 shots of something alarmingly green.

“Let’s loosen up!” He cheered, holding out a shot to each of them. Y/N took one without hesitation, but Kyle refrained.

“I’m driving, so no shots for me,” He wouldn’t have taken one even if he wasn’t the designated driver, but what Clyde didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“More for us!” Y/N grinned, grabbing Kyle’s shot and downing both shots one after another. He watched in bewilderment, knowing she didn’t usually drink. He flinched when Clyde slapped both of their backs a little rougher than he probably intended due to how drunk he already was.

“Come on, Y/N!” He grinned and pulled her away from Kyle. “Let’s go play beer pong!” To Kyle’s shock, she agreed with no hesitation, and he was left to watch her trail after Clyde to the table that had been set up.

Kyle had spent the night babysitting a drunk and emotional Stan with Wendy while Y/N was dragged around by Clyde. It was strange to see the two together and genuinely getting along without any of their usual play fightings. There was so clearly nothing going on between them, but Kyle couldn’t help but feel jealous. He had drunk one single beer over the night, hoping it would alleviate his petty concerns, but it didn’t.

It wasn’t until two hours into the party that Y/N finally returned to him. He had been sitting on the couch feeling bad for himself after Wendy had called a cab for her and Stan. He didn’t want to leave until Y/N did, so he knew she was safe, but he didn’t want to tell her it was time to go and stop the fun she was clearly having. He silently mourned their plan of being miserable and bitter until they were kicked out of the part.

While pouting and feeling sorry for himself, Y/N flopped down onto the couch next to Kyle. Instinctively, he reached over to pull her skirt down so she didn’t flash everyone. She was clearly quite drunk and didn’t notice.

“Hiiiii Kyle!” Her words were ever so slightly slurred, but you wouldn’t notice it unless you knew how she was normally.

“Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He asked, hoping she was coming over to say she wanted to leave.

“You know… You are so amazing,” Y/N looped her arm around Kyle’s neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He thought back to when she had done it accidentally on that first day. She said she usually kissed her friends on the cheek; it meant nothing. His heart shouldn’t be racing so much at a gesture that meant nothing. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too,” Kyle admitted, hoping that the dark lighting disguised his blush as she climbed onto his lap, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. That wasn’t something she claimed to regularly do with friends; at least, he hoped not. “But you are very drunk.”

“And you are very pretty,” She cooed, one of her hands reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. It sent shivers down his back, and he had to try and stop himself from arching his back and pressing his chest against hers more than it already was. “My pretty boy.”

“I think it’s time to go home now,” He hoped that changing the subject would distract him from his growing arousal at the praise. She was drunk; this wasn’t right. “Come on, let’s get you home and to bed.” He patted her leg to try and hint that she needed to get off of his lap, but she clung to him harder, which really wasn’t helping him avoid getting harder. He needed to get her home and tucked up in bed before she did something he was worried she would regret in the morning. She appeared to be a very touchy-feely drunk with him, though he had watched her the whole night, and she hadn’t been like it with anyone else.

“Carry me?” She pleaded. He could feel her hot breath tickling his neck. He sighed, knowing it wasn’t wise to carry her the way she was currently wrapped around him as, even drunk, he was sure she would soon be able to feel the effect she had on him. It was embarrassing. He felt like a horny teenager again.

To try and avoid intimate areas of contact, he managed to shift her around in his lap, narrowly avoiding having her brush up against him as he lifted her up bridal style. Y/N giggled, and he could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his jawline. It made him shiver again despite the stiflingly hot air in Tweek and Craig’s crowded apartment.

He looked around for any sign of Clyde or Bebe but came up empty. They were either in a bedroom or bathroom somewhere together, or they had gone home without Y/N. He could tell, based on how skin-tight Y/N’s dress was, that there was no way she had a pocket with her keys in, so he would have to take her back to his. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best option he had. He would just sleep on the sofa or on his floor while she took the bed. With how clingy she was in public, he didn’t think he could cope with sharing a bed with her in that state. She didn’t know what she was doing.

Doing his best to wave goodbye to Tweek and Craig as he left, he carried Y/N to his car, placing her down on the passenger seat and leaning over to fasten her seatbelt. He tried to get back up afterwards, but she wouldn’t let go of him, her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close to her.

“You’re going to have to release me, or I won’t be able to drive,” He mumbled, trying to peel her arms away from him. It wasn’t working; she was very strong for a drunk girl. “I promise I will hug you again when we get home.” At that promise, she finally let go and slumped into the seat with a pout.

“Hurry! It’s cold!” She complained, fiddling with her seatbelt while Kyle got into the driver’s seat and started up the car. 

“You’re barely wearing anything; no wonder you’re cold,” He laughed nervously, grabbing his coat from where he had left it on the backseat and wrapping it around her. “I’ll go as fast as I’m legally allowed to.” 

“This is why you’re the bestest,” Y/N sighed happily, snuggling up against the coat. One hand peaked out and rested on Kyle’s thigh, which would have been sweet had it not been so distracting while he was trying to drive. He just hoped the journey home was a fast one.

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Oc interview

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Judas King and Mary Hart agreed to sit down with Lauren Westfield for a couple preemptive interviews with her podcast and YouTube series, Case Files.

name 

“Judas- oh you probably want the full thing, um, Judas King.”

nickname

“The Chosen One, Wrath, Sinner- I think Jacob called me the executioner once…”

Upon seeing Laurens growing discomfort Judas trails off, his face growing red

“Sorry that’s not what you meant. No I don’t really have any, Judas doesn’t really lend itself to nicknames. Skunk tried Jude once but it didn’t feel right.”

gender

“Male, mostly.”

star sign

“Aquarius I think? Mary talks about it a lot.

personality type

“I dont want to be a dick but I don’t really know what this has to do with Edens gate..”

Laura frowns a little, scratching at the back of her head. “We just want to get to know you a little better before we y’know get into the juicy stuff.”

“Oh right, you’re just gonna have to bear with me on some of these, my um, my whole world has been about this stuff uncensored for like five years.”

“Right, of course!” Lauren gives a sort of forced laugh.

height

“5’5 I think, they measured at the last doctors appointment.”

orientation:

“I’ve mostly been using gay but I’ve been reading a lot online and I think I like queer more- I don’t like specific labels.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“American, obviously but I think French? I have a second cousin twice removed something or other that lives over there but I’m not really sure.”

fave fruit 

“I love oranges- more than anyone should and I had one for the first time in years the other day and I gotta say even the best batch of bliss couldn’t beat that shit.”

Lauren, while still uncomfortable makes no move to change the subject this time.

fave season

“Early fall-late summer. The rain brings a chill and I think the mountains are best when it’s wet out.”

fave flower 

“I think bindweed flowers are really cute, unfortunely bindweed sucks.”

fave scent 

“There is this polish I use the interior of cars, mothers, it’s like a plastic restorer anyways that shit smells so good.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“I didn’t like coffee or tea for a while but I’ve recently gotten into iced coffee, I like caramel iced lattes apparently.”

average hours of sleep: 

“Good nights, 5-6 but I can easily go a night or two without sleeping. Night terrors. But the guys say I still flail around and shit on the good ones.”

Judas chuckled at this one.

dog or cat person

“Bears. I volunteered at a wildlife rehab center before the reapings and we had this bear, cheeseburger, a big old boy who was found by one of the senior members found him shoving trash in his face behind Chad’s old place. Burgers, fries, onion rings you name it Cheeseburger ate it. So he took him in anyways after everything went down Wade radioed in saying he had to release him because the Jacob wanted to experiment so I tracked him down. Found out he was diabetic and needed insulin so we became buddies. He’s in Yellowstone Wildlife Sanctuary now and I visit him every few days.”

It’s at this point Judas pulls out a phone and starts showing the staff pictures of a severely obese grizzly bear wearing a collar, at which they coo and awe. In newer photos he has lost a considerable amount weight.

dream trip 

“Climb every mountain range in North America. I met a guy when I was a kid on a hike that did that, his name was trinket and he was like 70 years old climbing the continental divide in colorado. Said he sold everything a few years ago to fund his mission. I’d like to start in the south, Saturn says the Appalachians are pretty.”

“I don’t want to assume anything but wouldn’t you be sick of mountains at this point I mean…after everything that happened in the whitetails?”

Judas laughs. “It’s not the mountains fault some lunatic decided to murder and maim a bunch of people.”

favorite fictional/real character

“Optimus Prime, they made like three more transformers movies and I made everyone promise to watch them with me when we get home.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“I have a weighted blanket and, okay don’t make fun of me, my baby blanket under that. It’s basically like a two foot square of worn out fabric at this point but we found it in the house after. Um. After.”

It’s at this point Judas begins to look upset for the first time during the interview. Lauren quickly asks the next question.

random fact:

“I thought it would be fun to teach boomer how to launch himself off my back but now he does it at random. It hurts, I’m sorry it’s been nice do you mind if I um. If I go sit outside for a little bit?”

“Of course not, take your time.”

————

name 

“Marilyn Ellen Hart, please don’t call me Marilyn.”

nickname

“Mary, it’s the preferred name.”

She smiles charmingly, directly at the camera.

gender

“Female.”

star sign

“Aries sun, Capricorn moon and Sagittarius rising. This should be a shock to no one.”

This draws a laugh out Lauren.

personality type

“ENFP, crowds really get me going, I love talking to people. It’s why I love playing shows. Yeah sure the music is the thing that keeps me going after everything but the people make me feel alive.”

height

“Five feet two inches exactly. I got my drivers licence a few days ago. It’s crazy how many rules there are to driving in the real world. Skunk and Nick had two rules. Don’t hit anyone and stay on the pavement.”

Another laugh bubbles out of the staff and is met with a brilliant smile from Mary.

orientation:

“Lesbian but Judas and Daisy keep reading articles too me and maybe I’m also asexual. I haven’t decided yet.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“Raised in America but I was adopted from Ukraine.”

fave fruit 

“Strawberries. Like good fresh sweet ones. The ones from the store aren’t nearly as good.”

fave season

“Summer. Hot, sunny days, as dry and bright as possible.”

fave flower 

“Daisy”

She winks at the camera

fave scent 

“BBQ, I love a good vinegar based sauce.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“Saturn got me hooked on sweet iced tea.”

average hours of sleep: 

“Recently I’ve been getting full nights sleep without smoking now that’s wild to me.”

dog or cat person

“Does peaches count as a cat?”

She looks past the camera and grins at someone. Laura asks who peaches is.

“Peaches, my dear, is this badass cougar we found eating so- I’m not allowed to say that am I? We found her in the Henbane.  Her owner just. Handed her to us, a trio of eighteen year old kids. She’s the sweetest thing…most of the time. She’s at Yellowstone with Cheeseburger. Apparently they tried to separate them but I imagine it didn’t go well because they were together again within like two days.”

Dream trip

“The ocean, we’re driving down California in a few weeks and I made them promise to take me to the Monterrey Bay Aquarium.”

favorite fictional/real character

“Misa Amane, from death note. I was obsessed with her in middle school.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“Whatever is in the back of the van. Usually a throw and Judas’s weighted blanket.”

random fact:

“I had to learn how to whittle my own sticks because the ones we’d scavenge kept snapping on me. I still use my own at shows.”

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location — grand national, women of rodeo.

character — @syweston

One simple suggestion had turned into a weekend away b Providence Peak, had turned into an entire week of untouchable bliss. Sarcasm spilled freely, but so did the quiet sounds of happy hums of pleasure and low mutterings between lovers. For one week, it felt like that was what they were. It was the carefree time she'd been curious of, the kind forged between longing looks and calloused hands on her skin. For one week straight, she hadn't gone a day without either.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" She beamed at show horses as they were all being pampered within their own stalls. Some of their manes were braided, while others curtained naturally. Fingers tightened briefly between the gaps of the cowboy she'd been wrapped up in. Selfishly, she never wanted to go back to Colorado.

The flannel that had been rolled at the sleeves was the very one she'd taken from a couple of weeks earlier. His cologne had faded away from the material, but the memory of the night they'd shared within his tent would never fade away. "So, we have this and something tomorrow, right? Then after that, it's back home?"

A knowing smile curved at the corners of her mouth, disappointment hidden beneath the surface of her features. "I've had fun." More than fun — she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so happy.

"Hey, beer stand, two o'clock," she pointed out with a little nudge into his side to redirect their steps towards the short line. "Left hand feels empty. You thirsty, cowboy?"

[bcbyteeth]

ABOUT SILAS | I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser-- it’s always would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: Silas Efrain Ledger

AGE: Thirty-One

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man, He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Logan Lerman

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Black

HEIGHT: 5′11″

DATE OF BIRTH: December 28th, 1990

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: TBD

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: Jewish

OCCUPATION: Financial Counselor for Denver Hospital

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York

CHARACTER HISTORY [TRIGGER WARNING FOR ADDICTION, DRUG ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, CHILD ABUSE]

Silas, for most of his life, believed that all he needed could fit in the backseat of his mother’s clunking 1986 Monte Carlo. Back then, the sun never shined as bright as the peeling yellow paint on the car and nothing tasted better than melted ice cream that sat in the bottom of her waffle cone that she always gave him the last bite of. Silas also believed that his biggest achievement was how tight he could pull the belt around his mother’s arm and find a vein when all the others had collapsed under a thin veil of skin. His greatest joy was seeing his mother unravel her hair slick with grease, roll down the windows, and drive over the hills in a bliss that he knew would eventually come to its end by sunset.

The two were inseparable, but the same way his mother chose her vices over her son, he would eventually do the same. After her youth had been drained by every piece of hell draped in heaven that she buried in the crook of her arm, she had relied on Silas to get her what she needed. However, she never expected him to get just as hooked as she was. She hadn’t realized he was dipping into her supply even when she pressed her lips to his head every night to find the skin cold despite the taste of salt. She should have known through her own desperation that her son wouldn’t remain her ally, but instead her competition.

Silas had grown too tall to sleep at the foot of her bed when they rented motel rooms, and then too big to be comfortable on the sofa chairs in the corner. He didn’t even fit in the back seat anymore. His mother had indulged him only as a means of diluting his senses, and in turn, his whining. It brought them closer and then apart as she used the shine on his reputation on the streets for a new roll of debt to get what she wanted. She’d steal from his own supply, not caring for the consequence of his withdrawal. By fourteen, Silas was running away from her but never his inherited habit. It was then that he looked for his father, only to find the parents who had lost their faith in their daughter. They hadn’t even known Silas existed, but they took him in as a means of cradling the one piece of her that wasn’t too jagged and sharp to hold. The transition was far from easy, as Silas quickly began to reject their rules and expectations for him despite all they offered him. He pawned off their goods as a means of fueling the one thing he knew like the back of his hand, and burying it there. He also used it to pay for his mother who still came around.

PRESENT DAY

His mother overdosed when he was sixteen, and Silas retaliated. His grandparents gave up on him and turned him in for the crimes he had committed against them in theft, vandalization, and more. He would serve two years in juvenile detention until he was eighteen and given the chance to re-enter the world after undoing the teachings of his mother that corrupted his morals. The transition was difficult, but once released he was given another chance. With his record sealed, his grandparents moved from New York to Colorado to reconnect with their other children and integrate Silas into their upper society that he had failed to adjust to. He attended college, and then graduate school where he focused on financing. There he was able to use connections with his family to join the hospital’s financial department.

His morals, however, have only been buffed. There is still remnants of the dog eat dog world he belonged to before. The addiction he was forced out of has slowly become harder to ignore, and beckons him once more. Silas has found himself following the same footsteps he swore to never look back to. Dabbling in his vices once more, Silas ended up with a child sitting in the shadow similar to that of his youth with a woman just like his mother. However, his grandparents interfered to avoid it fracturing his new identity and forced the woman to sign an NDA. What they failed to prevent was Silas continuing to contact her, and using his connections at the hospital to fund not only his fleeting responsibilities to her but the voice in the back of his head that remains famished.

[theghostpinesmusic]

Well, I've decided I want to put off working for real for a little while longer so the 6/7 "Jive Lee" HAPPENS NOW

It was both exciting and weird to watch the band's two-night Fiddler's Green run from the couch at home. As I've written about a few times already, I was so full of Goose-related fervor in '22 that I drove out to Colorado that summer to see two fantastic shows at Dillon Amphitheater and then a just-fine debut night at Red Rocks. I had the chance to go back to Red Rocks for what turned out to be a spectacular two-nighter in '23, but passed on it because for the same amount of mileage on my car and a similar amount of money I was able to do a six-show run from Missoula, Montana down to Los Angeles (it was worth it). I'd imagined another long run in Colorado this summer and fully planned to make the pilgrimage, but when the band announced only two nights (fine, but not worth driving 2,000 miles for) at Fiddler's Green (bigger and downtown-y-er and way less fun than Red Rocks or Dillon) I decided to stay home.

Well, they turned out to be two fantastic shows, but I think I made the right decision watching from home still because now I'm seeing Phish for four nights in September instead.

So, anyway: Fiddler's Green night one. As I said, this was a killer show. Most of the first set was pretty song-y, but the setlist is fantastic and the whole thing is anchored by a really unique, surprising jam out of "Jive Lee" (which I'll get to momentarily).

The second set was a five-song jam- and vibe-fest, opening with a hugely blissful take on "Wysteria Lane" that I dubbed in my own head "The Holy Wysteria," then proceeding through "Feel It Now," a big "Hungersite," the rare and beautiful "Peggy-O," and finally a kind-of-hurried but still jammy "Dripfield." Oh, and an encore of "(dawn)" sans "Same Old Shenanigans"?! Destroy me!

I think the must-listen jam from this show, if I had to pick one with a gun to my head, would be the "Wysteria," but it's also basically one long extended climax for many, many minutes, so there wouldn't be much for me to write about. The "Jive Lee" is maybe more interesting for a few reasons, not the least of which being its recent emergence as dark horse jam vehicle.

I wrote about the song and its place in the "Jivefecta" and the rarity of it being particularly exploratory back during the Euro tour, so I'll skip past most of that here so as to not repeat myself. The short version is that despite being an instrumental that normally gets played for ten to twelve minutes a go, "Jive Lee" opens with a particular melody, and usually the entire jam builds directly off of that melody (with sometimes a brief variation here or there). There were a few versions in late '22 and throughout '23 that stretched out a bit further and/or longer (I'm partial to the Spokane version since I was there), but generally "Jive Lee" remained a fun, energetic, but firmly "Type 1" jam.

Until recently. In my memory, that Glasgow version from late '23 was the first version I've heard that wholeheartedly abandoned the beaten path, but since then there's also been this version (6/7/24) and another mind-boggler a week later at Northlands (6/14/24). I hope this begins a bigger trend, because there seems to be something about this song lately that (sometimes) inspires the band to take it places they normally wouldn't go at all sonically.

This version is twenty-one minutes long, but unlike a lot of Goose songs, there isn't really a "song" taking up the first five to ten minutes of the video's run time in this case. Instead, we get the opening "Jive Lee" riff, which the band jams on for about (literally) thirty seconds before Peter's enjoyment of the OB-6 draws them off into a 70s funk-ish jam that's a great example of 2024 Goose's willingness to leave some space between the notes.

I love this "Jive Lee" first and foremost because of what the rhythm section does in it (Trevor is an absolute beast during the first five or so of these summer shows), but because I normally focus on the guitar and keys most when doing write-ups...I will maybe be less than up to the task of describing the majesty that occurs this time through.

That said, early on here Rick and Peter do a good job of playing off of each other while laying back and letting the groove (mostly) run the show. Around 3:15, Peter moves over to the electric piano (?) and leans in a bit more, which in turn draws Rick out somewhat. Somewhere in there, Peter starts a synth loop that becomes really audible at 3:50, then he moves (perhaps inevitably in such a groovy jam) to the xylo patch, but continues to just add color to the jam here and there. There's a great camera shot of him experimenting with some echo-y goodness around the 5:00 mark.

Trevor well and truly takes over shortly after, prompting Rick to echo him and then stop for a minute to dial in maybe the weirdest tone I've ever heard him play on guitar: it sounds both ethereal and digital at the same time. He and Trevor go back to playing off of each other.

By 7:20, Peter and Rick's tones are blending really nicely, and contrasting well with the grungier, angrier tone of Trevor's bass. Cotter and Jeff have moved to a bit more of shuffling beat at this point.

Ultimately, the band sits in this space and explores it for a bit, which I totally don't mind because this is really different from anything I've ever heard them do before.

Rick and Peter both change things up a bit around the 10:00 mark, and it feels like the jam slows down a little, though in reality it probably doesn't.

Cotter and Jeff start driving things around the 11:00 mark, while the others continue to flesh out the sound here and there. I would love a Ted Tapes album with a bunch of tracks like this!

Around 11:30, Peter hits on a very "Fly Like An Eagle" sounding tone on his keys, and right about the same time Rick starts riffing on a very "Ghostbusters"-like idea. It's a really great combination, especially with the rhythm section still going apeshit in the foreground.

Once again, the band hangs out in this newfound groove for awhile, but that's okay because it fucking rules. Again, it might be my imagination, but I feel like the intensity and the tempo are both growing as the jam continues on...meanwhile, Rick is putting on a masterful show playing rhythm guitar and Pete moves back to the xylo patch.

Shortly after this, Rick takes the lead with a heavily distorted solo, but the rest of the band maintains the DNA of the groove we've been riding for the previous sixteen minutes or so at the same time. It's a potent combo that drives this "Jive Lee" into "NES Castlevania Boss Fight At The Dracula Disco" territory.

Cotter should be illegal.

If you absolutely need some guitar peak with your jam, the area around the 19:00 mark should have you covered :)

Rick continues shredding for the next few minutes, but I can't not just hear Trevor absolutely leveling the pavilion in the meantime.

Finally, just before the 21:00 mark, the band smoothly transitions into the outro of "Jive Lee" completing, for my money, the best version to date (though that might well have been dethroned by 6/14, which I shall endeavor to find video of before long).

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A Blissful Escape to Aspen, CO: A 4-Night Journey of Luxury and Adventure

Welcome to our blog, where we’re thrilled to share an exclusive travel experience – a 4-night stay in the enchanting winter wonderland of Aspen, Colorado, from Tuesday, November 12, to Saturday, November 16. Get ready for a perfect blend of luxury, adventure, and breathtaking mountain landscapes that Aspen is renowned for. Day 1: Arrival in Aspen Your journey begins as you board your flight to…

[smivic]

Dancing Boxes

As you likely know, we’ve been relocating.

I’m still taken aback when someone asks for my address and I can no longer say Cuprite Trail, Flagstaff, Arizona. Now I have to say my new locale: Tiffany Lane, Hamilton, Montana. From the southern border to the northern one, from the Colorado Plateau to the Bitterroot Valley, from the land of Coronado to the land of Lewis and Clark. 

By June 7 the big fun had started, dancing boxes, an empty garage, and then sylvan green. . Boxes, the legos of packing, loading, unloading, and arranging, were purchased. A slow track started playing in my head, Christian McBride on a string bass, insistent but not strident.

We stacked, piled, and boxed. We sought quotes from  commercial moving companies: first $16K, then down to $14K after a schedule change (both assuming we did the packing). I saw that a  26 foot truck could be rented from Penske for $3K. We filed the reservation, thinking that skated past the cost challenge.

We continued packing. Piles of stuff and of boxes rose. Hours, days, several weeks. It seemed like we were supporting Home Depot’s cash flow. As the boxes closed and the garage filled, a sense of soft eviction joined with bursts of losing something we needed, “where are the leashes? …packed” “damn. Our artifacts and life spaces, our histories, our relationships were being slowly disappeared right under our noses.

The boxes were organized, the packing done. This blissful feeling was illusory because then help appeared. There were three teams in our unstable scrum.

First came the hired help, Firemen Movers, a local group run by firemen, using various friends and younger relatives, all energetic all unrelenting, all strong like bulls. They stacked our stuff like I never thought possible like ants on a sugar pile. 

Our stacked boxes were being disappeared, dancing from place to place in the Rubik’s Cube. Everything not nailed down went in (boxes, suitcases, tools, papers: Have you seen…? Many times). All moved into carefully built walls of randomized (any box with any other box). 

Second, the family help, son Adam and granddaughter Joia from Alaska, along with Son Nathan and his children, Alielah, Twilla, and Micah from Arizona, arrived. They presumed they would be loading, until they saw just effective the kids were at arranging the perfect Rubik’s Cube slices. Then they grabbed other stuff to carry into the garage, more stuff disappeared.

Third, Us. We helped where we could, but it seemed we were more often dazed by the noisy monsoon that was rolling over us as last minute discoveries were made. 

I had guessed that we would need a big truck, 26 feet, for $3K. It was supposed to hold the contents of a 1300 sq ft house. Ours was 1800. Some big items were being left behind, so we should be OK, right? Sure, but just in case we’d upped the ante, I’d added a 6x12 trailer, another $350. Soon the big truck was filled. Then the trailer was filled. But some important stuff was still homeless.

Quickly I had to throw a Hail Mary and pick up a smaller truck, another $1150, praying that it would solve our problems. Whew.  All was in. We were still much less than half the cost, not yet counting fuel costs.

Then it became the family adventure. The road called, time to go. I imagined Aaron Copeland leading his Fanfare For The Common Man. The convoy began. A pickup with trailer, big truck, small truck, an SUV as a dog & cat taxi.

The first stop came quickly, the afternoon of the load-in.  In we went, 4 adults, 1 college student, 3 children, three dogs (cats stayed in the SUV). Two rooms, where to sleep, where to eat, when to stop. Repeat the next night.

Then it was time to land, the promised land. Time for cymbals and kettle drums. Where to land? 

This was day 3 of our Don Quixote adventure. The new house wasn’t ready and there were no “ready” promises offered.  Oops. damn! Some welcome, no cymbals, no kettles drums.

It was time to adapt. Stuff was stuffed into the 3 garages next to the new house. More chaos, much too little organization. Our hope was that we’d use two for furniture, one for as many boxes, bins as possible. But, like the loading, the unloading became a further shuffling as everything, boxes, et al., danced again.

We also launched a frontal assault on the house provider, with bombast, with desperation, with some begging and attempted negotiation.

When would we really land? At day eight the walkthrough was finally scheduled. Good. Victory? Not really. Adam and Joia had gone home several days earlier. Nathan, Alielah, Twilla, and Micah left the day before the walkthrough. 

Did the initial bass line play again? Not really. It became a bit of a dirge, with Jessie, me, Jessie’s daughter, Traci, and son-in-law, Joe, from near Hamilton, at the center of the lament. Long hours in the Bitterroot heat. Lift, open, carry, stow, repeat, “have you seen?”, repeat. We had labelled many of the containers, but didn’t know where they were in the garages. The dancing boxes were moving to their own rhythms.

Finally we did take a break from the dirge, thankfully, for a drive up Lost Horse Creek, our sylvan escape, sinking into the local luxuriance of green and the flowing water, lots of splashing and playing. Time has now passed. Boxes have re-introduced themselves. Furniture has been re-appeared. The silver, Zuni-inlayed money clip given to me by Sue Richardson at her trading post in Gallup NM, with my cash collected from Road Scholar tips is now back.  We started to celebrate our anniversary at 6 weeks and a day. It felt pretty dang special.

There have been hills to climb. These changes will get easier to accept, I hope (no matter how much easier it gets, no matter where my dwelling is, I will always be from the Colorado Plateau and the Southwest). 

Thanks to all who’ve thrown themselves into our adventure.

[splashpragency]

July 14th, Come to the “Bal de Versailles“ and Celebrate 

LouLou’s First Anniversary!

What to expect: 

Come to the “Bal de Versailles“ and celebrate LouLou’s First Anniversary! 

“LouLou’s Royal Court” presents Red Carpet Entertainment with a Live performance from the French Singer Chloé Perrier and her band, DJs, Stilt walkers, Royal performers, Cancan dancers, and much more…

Dress to impress the King!

For the occasion, Chef Stanislav Suchy created a special celebration prix-fix* menu

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When:

July 14th, 2023

The ceremony begins at 6 pm till…

Where: 

LouLou Rooftop-Restaurant-Lounge, 395 Santa Monica Place #300 Santa Monica, CA., 90401. Parking is located in the Santa Monica Mall, entrance on 2nd Street or Colorado Avenue, park on the third floor, and exit directly at Loulou’s location.)

Prix-fix* Menu: $75

Amuse bouche

Petrossian Royal Osetra Caviar with crème fraiche on potato blinis

Appetizer

Burgundy escargots, garlic anise butter, walnuts

or

Salmon tartare, avocado, salmon roe, crispy bread

Entrée

Duck à l’orange, haricot vert Almondine

or

Bouillabaisse

Dessert

Chocolate fondant with crème anglaise

or

Crème brulée

About Loulou:

Set atop legendary Route 66 with an Ocean view, LouLou offers an intimate and refined dining experience that immediately transports guests to the sun-kissed shores of the French Riviera, with a 'soupçon of Cali living"! LouLou is a Bohemian Chic venue – operating as a Rooftop Restaurant, Lounge, or Meeting Place - wrapped around well-thought-out décor, delicate & natural materials, and greenery.  Chef Stanislav Suchy's legendary French-Mediterranean cuisine, with Californian flavors, is at its heart. At once, it is an intimate and upscale space to discover with friends and family or as a professional setting. In parallel, the restaurant offers festive evenings and brunches with talented & World famous DJs, various Artists handpicked music with an immersive and unique sound system to suit all occasions and a very charming private room with a stunning view.

Loulou’s promises: At LouLou, we cultivate “Joie de vivre” and well-being. The atmosphere is intimate with subdued lighting. Chef Suchy places you firmly on the French Mediterranean to delight your taste buds with a menu prepared with locally sourced farm products. There is something for everyone! 

For more information: 

Visit LouLou's website, and to make a reservation, click here.

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Weekly events at LouLou:

Golden Hour | Every Monday to Friday from 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm.

Enjoy reduced prices on a selection of Cocktails and a complimentary bite with your first order.

La Belle Vie! | Every Monday at Loulou, enjoy La Belle Vie! With 50% off on French Wines & Champagnes 

Mademoiselle | Thursday is the new Ladies Chic Night at LouLou. Free glass of Bubbly for all Ladies over 21+ Music by DJ ARA Starting at 6:30 pm…

Champagne & Chocolate | Every Friday and Saturday night | Escape into our World for a Weekend of Bliss! DJ’s, Champagne, Chocolate, Full bar

Pardon My French | Every Saturday & Sunday | The unexpected Brunch with a special Buffet & all-you-can-eat barbecue. DJs and live performances every Saturday and Sunday, starting at 11:30 am with a special buffet at $59 per guest. The buffet will be offered at $49 per guest for all parties booking a table prior to 12:00 pm | Menu 

LouLou is open 7 days a week with a continuous service:

Monday to Wednesday: 11:30 am - 11 pm

Thursday to Saturday: 11:30 am - 12:00 am…

Sunday: 11:30 am - 10 pm

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[kuromi-hoemie]

31 and 33 for the ask thing !

31. what type of music keeps you grounded? i listen to so many different kinds of music at any given moment. i think most grounding is just loud punchy dancy pop music :3

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? depends on if adventure=series of ordeals or going a distance for something.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? my last series of ordeals was Friday night lmao. I was in the queer part of town hoping to come across someone cute i could kiss and something else i don't remember. I had to go to like 3 different lots before FINALLY finding one i was actually allowed to park at, then within that same lot went back and forth between parking at 3 different spaces then the machine telling me the spot I'm trying to pay for is reserved, but the last spot was supposed to open to the public in like 20m so whatever. so happy i finally got a fuckn spot i COMPLETELY missed the sign that said the parking garage closes at 8 though skdjfkska (was also just rly stoned by then). i went thrifting, got some hot clothes from this expensive ass goth shop then got drunk at a bar n had dinner. i wasn't ready to head back until 8:41 and was like oh shit now what bc lyfting back to where I live was Expensive even just one way 😭 I have someone I'm v newly dating who lives in the area and hate that i had to ask so last second if i could crash at her place, but given the circumstances she happily let me spend the night and it was a really sweet and magical time actually (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) literally tied with the best day of my year so far. the main ordeal was just being v crossfaded and realizing i was late to get my car but it had a lovely end destination i didn't foresee. the morning was rly sweet too and we were both up a lot later and earlier than we usually r and we went to go get morning coffee and cuddled in the park while walking her dog n watching youtube, i got to wear my sexy little outfit without makeup and still felt v pretty regardless and even though those like 3 hours kinda flew by i wasn't even tripping bc i just. spent the last like 12-14 hours in complete bliss 🥹 sometimes rly nice things happen to u when ur crossfaded as hell lmao.

and theeen if this is meant as in distance it ranges anywhere from my late night midnight coffee runs a few cities over bc the night drive is sooooo pretty and peaceful, and if it's a Long distance then i was briefly dating a mutual n flew out to Colorado for a sweet little time and it was also rly nice! the other best day of the year so far happened during this visit :3 💖 hoping to have more adventures of both kinds and am very determined to take someone on a cute picnic and get drunk together at a botanical garden. i want at least 2 more girlfriends 🥺💖 or 1 more very available one lol.

[onebluebookworm]

March 2023 Book Club Picks

It Ended Badly: 13 of the Worst Breakups in History by Jennifer Wright - Breaking up is hard - the tears, the uncertainty, the late-night Facebook stalking after a few glasses of wine. But something that might help is a look at some famous historical figures and their lost relationships. Like the break up of Catherine Lamb and Lord Byron, which culminated in her sending him a letter full of her bloody pubic hair. Or the coldness of Lord Alfred Douglas, unmoved by Oscar Wilde landing in prison because of their affair, wrote several books denouncing him and downplaying their relationship if it meant staying in his family's good graces. Or Norman Mailer firing a loaded gun at his ex-wife during a crowded house party. Or Emperor Nero, who killed almost everyone he ever cared about over a broken heart. Suddenly stalking your ex's Instagram stories doesn't sound too bad, does it.

Belinda Goes to Bath by Marion Chesney - Hannah Pym, the Traveling Matchmaker, rides again! Traveling to Bath to see the ocean, she finds herself sharing the post with Miss Belinda Earle, a spirited heiress who vows to never marry...only for her father to banish her to Bath to be straightened out by a spinster aunt. When their party is stranded on the property of the Marquess of Frenton, Hannah notices the instant attraction between Belinda and the Marquess, and vows to work her magic once more to keep Belinda out of the clutches of her mad aunt.

Rain by Joe Hill: Honeysuckle Speck is the happiest woman alive. It's a beautiful August day in Boulder, Colorado, and she's finally moving in with her beloved girlfriend. But in the blink of an eye, the sky darkens, and their blissful world is torn apart when splinters of beautiful, but deadly crystal rain down from the sky.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid - Jake and his girlfriend travel down a lonely country road to visits Jake's parents. Little does Jake realize his girlfriend is beginning to rethink their relationship. She's thinking of ending things. When they arrive at the house, the girlfriend quickly begins to realize that something is not quite right there - Jake's parents keep asking her awkward questions, and she sees pictures in the house that could be a younger version of herself. As the the night wears on and things get more and more unsettling, things culminate in one terrifying moment in a high school gymnasium.

Wasteland: The Great War and the Origins of Modern Horror by W. Scott Poole - World War I (or, the Great War, as it was called) raged from 1914 to 1918, one of the most devastating events of the early 20th century. New technology brought war machines to the forefront, killing 38 million people, and sending 17 million home with disfiguring injuries or psychological damage that was neither understood nor treated effectively. From this broken populace emerged the foundations of modern horror as we know them - the mental asylums that corral and punish rather than treat and heal; the unfeeling, mechanized tools of death that use humans as fuel; even disfigured monsters, from Frankenstein to Freddy Krueger, all find their origins in the nightmare wasteland that was the front of the Great War.