#his 50 year old ass gets hit with the ''young man''

[columboscreens]

[marcellaasblog]

Eyes for the Geezer.

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Older Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, alcohol, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

So I thought I could put part 2 and 3 together with this,but that didn't happen it just looked all over the place and it was too long ,so why not just tease y'all with what I have.

Part 2 // part 3

part 1

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Having a boyfriend was a tough situation to handle.

Being in relationships scared you.

Falling in love while your young fucked with you head on multiple acassions.

You had a boyfriend here and there,but they never seemed to last .

Growing up you had your little fantasy about getting married and having kids, being the best parent you could possibly be.

Which was something you never had.

You wanted to be the absolute best for yourself.

Was that too much to ask for?

You had a rough relationship with your mom,she would always say things that put you in an uncomfortable position.

You couldn't put your finger on why your mom treated you like if you didn't have feelings.

On the other hand you and your dad had a pretty okay relationship but wasn't as great either.you were the only child which makes it look like it was the best situation to live in.

It wasn't that you were lonely, very lonely.

The only thing you could do to fix your problem was to make friends,it was never an easy thing to do.you had to deal with lunches alone staying in the locker room for gym and no friends to talk to during class or passing periods,maybe the teachers but at that they really never bothered.

After graduation you finally felt free and excited to be away from family and mean school kids.You have goals and plans from your life you knew what you wanted and nothing was going to stop you from accomplishing them.

Well you thought.

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You met Wyatt Munson on your 25 birthday at a local bar across from your campus,he was beautiful and unbelievable someone like him would walk up to someone like you.

Wyatt was tall,tan skin, Nice hair that framed his face perfectly as a bit of his fell onto his forehead.he was a proper man and definitely a Mama's boy by heart.

Y'all talked for about an hour straight having drinks come back and forth to y'all table. Wyatt was pretty, but so fucken borning. You wanted to end the conversation so badly,that's until Wyatt took you both to his hotel room and now he was pretty, borning and a fucken sex God.

Little did you know,you would be spending the next 3 years with him.

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Wyatt decided to take a trip out to Hawkins Indiana the place we're he grew up most of his life .You never heard of it but you weren't about to turn down a road trip,you never know maybe y'all learn new things about Wyatt.

It was a 3 hour drive from your location to Hawkins so Wyatt made sure To be ready with blankets ,snacks and a good playlist.

Wyatt let you sleep on the way there knowing you get fussy if you don't have your special naps threw out your day.

How sweet of a boyfriend he is to you. Your so lucky.

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You heard the sound of rain hitting your windshield ,your eyes are foggy and you're not ready to open them quiet yet. That's until you notice that the car was not moving anymore You groaned and stressed out your body hearing a thump from your dashboard as you hit your leg on it.

"Stuiped fucken dashboard." You get from your seat removing your blanket from your tired frame as you get out of the car.

Wyatt rushes next to you grabbing your blanket and hands "slow down baby you're gonna hurt yourself."

Wyatt grabs your hand helping you out of his car as he shuts the door behind you locking as he walks you up the stairs."where the hell are we?" You asked for your blanket from Wyatt.

." we're in Hawkins already and I decided to stop at a hotel tonight instead of heading to my mom's house." Wyatt Opens the door for you allowing you to go in first.

"plus my mom and my dad are probably asleep anyways." Wyatt leads you to the bed, setting you down.

"you should get some sleep baby we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

" You nod at your boyfriend's voice. "you gonna join me?"

Wyatt gets up from the bed unwrapping your hands from his waist"not now baby I gotta go get some things done real quick and I'll be back."

Wyatt gets up sliding on his jacket "where are you going so late"?"

You slide off your shoes tucking yourself into the rough covers. "uh you know just getting some drinks with an old friend but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

You sit up in bed "with who?" Wyatt scratches his chin. "uhh remember Mack my friend from college I mentioned a couple of times?"

You nod your head "oh yeah I remember,but why so late?" Wyatt grab his keys from the side table. "uh she just wanted to see me thats all"

you looked at Wyatt heading to the door "wait? She? you never told me mack was a girl"

Wyatt chuckled at your words, were you that dumb he thought to himself. "well what do you expect her names mack" you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend .

"fine Just be careful I guess" you laid down as Wyatt opens the door

"yeah yeah I know babe I'm an adult I will see you in a bit I love you" Wyatt heads out the door.

"asshole." you cover yourself up in the blanket drifting back in to your deep sleep .

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You woke up to the sun appearing through the white stained curtains.you felt the warmth of your boyfriend's body laying beside you,still tired you slowly turned your body to face your boyfriend to see him heavily asleep. You caress his face slowly putting your hands over his pretty features touching every mole on his face and every strip of hair that fell on his forehead kissing his cheek.

Wyatt groans as he stirs awake"well good morning to you too." Wyatt kisses your forehead as he runs his fingers through your bed hair.

"So you ready to meet my parents" You squint your eyes pulling the covers over your head .

"Oh come on baby don't be dramatic." He pulls the sheets down letting you lean your head on his chest.

"What if they don't like me?" Wyatt rubs your back trying to get you to relax but he knows you're still going to doubt yourself.

" Y/n baby I love you and I promise they will too."' You let out a groaning sound cuddling up into your arms , you kiss his face all the way down to his neck when your eyes catch a mark on the side of his neck. You really didn't think much about it so you let it go.

Maybe it's an old one you gave him?

"Well we better get going, we only have an hour left for room anyways." Wyatt takes you off of his putting you on your back as he gets up from the bed.

Your eyes scan Wyatta's body as he gets up only to see that there were red scratches on his back,his whole back was covered.

"Hey what's wrong with your back? Did you hurt yourself or something?"

Damnit forgot about those.

"Uh no why?" Wyatt asked as he put his shirt back on.

"There's red marks all over your back babe" Wyatt clears his thoughts.

"Um it's probably nothing,let's get dressed already, you're probably going to take forever anyways .' Wyatt walks to the restroom slamming the door .

Fucken dickhead.

Why is he acting so weird all of a sudden?

You got up from bed ready to start your day.

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Wyatt stops In Front of this beautiful white house, there was a garden in the front with different kinds of pretty colorful flowers. The grass looks greener than ever. There was also a bird's fountain with a small waterfall in the center of the Yard.

"What the fuck." You whispered as you were admiring his family home.

Wyatt chuckled taking his seatbelt off "it's pretty isn't it"

"It's more then pretty it's fucken magical"

"What you never saw a house before" he Glocks his eyebrow up.

"No.Not like this"

"Well come on then let me show you inside your gonna love it"

Wyatt gets out of the driver side jogging to your side opening the door for you .You take his hand as he puts his keys up pressing the button to like his car to lock it.

You walk up to the house Wyatt can feel your hands getting sweaty."hey,it's gonna be okay babe I promise." You smile at him as he knocks on the door.

"Coming." You hear. Women's voices from inside the house. The older woman opens the door ."Oh my god my baby boy, how have you been?" She squealed in excitement giving Wyatt a big hug giving him kisses all over his face as Wyatt tried to swat her away from him.

She was beautiful. She had dark black short hair.She was curvy and short. She had a couple of tattoos herself which you thought was cool.

You could tell she was Cooking by all the flour she had on her purple top and face.

"Well come on, kids get inside."she waves y'all into the house

The inside was beautiful, the floors were marble and the furniture was this beautiful gray and navy blue. It was definitely very expensive.

She walks you and Wyatt to the kitchen letting y'all have a seat at the table.

"Mom, this is y/n my girlfriend." You smile at Wyatt turning to his mom she walks over to you giving you a big hug "it's nice to finally meet you y/n Wyatts told us a lot about you and by the way my name's beth but you can just call me Ms.Munson" she says giving your arm a big squeeze before returning back to the stove.

"So were is dad?" Wyatt spoke up again.

"He's in the shower and told him he needed to clean up because he smelled." She giggled, stirring whatever might be in the pot.

"What did I tell you about bullying dad mom you know how sensitive he Gets" Wyatt laughs

"Oh calm down he's a big boy he can handle it ,plus I was just fucking around with him he knows that Wyatt."

"Yeah but remember last time he got mad at you for breaking his Garfield mug."

"Maybe he should clean his own hair out of the drain,his hair sheds more than my hair does,like don't get me wrong honey,I love your father's hair but it was way better back then but now it just looks bad." She wrinkled up her nose.

"Why don't you tell him to cut it then." Wyatt asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it behind his chair.

"Believe me, baby I keep on telling him it's not the 80s anymore,so get rid of that shit and it's the same thing everytime. you sound like my dad it's my hair I can do whatever I want with it" she mocks her husband.

God, you're already getting annoyed with her and you barely spoke to this woman.

"Well he does have a point but a trim won't hurt."

"Yes it will hurt, boy it's my hair." A voice said coming from the living room.

"Finally you're out what took you so long,wait let me guess your hair." Beth joked.

"You know it." The older man said, stepping into the kitchen.

Holy shit he was hot!

Like how beth said he had long salt and pepper hair,he was tall and bulky he has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and Wyatts and Beth on his Left bicep he was wearing a gray muscle shirt and some old blue work jeans that had a couple of patches on his back pocket,not like you were staring at his ass or anything it just caught your eyes.

I mean he does have a nice ass.

"Ah you must me y/n,I hope." the older man joked,trust me he knew who you were. Eddie brings you and Wyatt into a hug,he smelled like after shave and one of those men's cheap cologne you could find at a pharmacy,and his arms were huge and hugged you tightly as his biceps flexed around your frame you could feel his beard and mustache tickle the top of your forehead and his hot breath on your ear .

"Yeah yeah I mean yes it's great to finally meet y'all,Wyatt tell me a lot about y'all."

"No I don't." Wyatt said as you turned your head around at him giving him a Disappointed Expression.

Eddie chuckled at your flustered face.

"Hey it's alright honey you don't need to impress us" Eddie leans in "I mean I'm already impressed by you from what I know." Eddie whispered into your ear sending chills down your body. You make eye contact with him as he sits right across from you and he sends you a wink.

Eddie knew what he was doing. Your reaction is the same as all the other young women that would be around him,but there was just something so intriguing about you and he wanted to see how long it takes for you to break. You looked like a good girl but once he gets his hands on you ,you sure as hell won't act like one.

He knew it was wrong to try to start anything with his son's girlfriend but at that he knew his son's reputation and it wasn't a good one when it came to relationships.

Wyatt was just like his mom.

So Eddie wanted to have a little fun too.

He made sure to do a little research on you before you came I mean all he needed was your name and boom all social medias appeared

Was he stalking your account for a couple of months now?

Maybe.

Did he jerk off a couple of times to your bikini pictures you posted on Instagram?

Maybe.

Does he have saved photos of you in his phone?

Maybe...okay yes he did.

He knew he needed to take things slow he didn't want to scary you off or make you uncomfortable but after seeing you squirm under his vision he's pretty positive it will go just fine and no one will get hurt.

He hoped.

It sure as hell wouldn't stop Beth from sleeping with her ex Steve or Wyatt still going to go see mack.

Eddie felt bad that you didn't know who Wyatt really was and he sure as hell didn't raise him to be like that.

Is he trying to get back at Beth and teach Wyatt a lesson.

Yes.

Did he really want to fuck you.

Also yes.

His son was no real man too you and his wife was ungrateful.

And Eddie wanted to show you how a real man could treat you

You would find out sooner or later about wyatt and once you do, he's positive you will take up his offer in no time.

But will Eddie's offer be good for you in the long run??

[theosconfessions]

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here :)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here:)

@ohsosims

theo- yeah we moved pretty fast

scarlett- for someone who didnt want to settle down you did. but he was worthy of that right?

theo- [smirks] you know im not fan of you being passive aggressive as fuck right now. why dont you skip all this shit and ask me what you want to ask me.

scarlett- okay if dustin was the type youd settle down for. whyd you cheat on him twice? i mean the second time you full on left us. him everything you built. the first time well you just couldnt control your dick.

theo- turn the cameras off.

scarlett- sure

theo- im being serious turn the cameras off. im not putting this out there for everyone but if you have questions. fair enough. turn them off.

scarlett- cut the live, blake. say what you need to. but my phones still recording .for dad.

theo- dad knows everything im about to say to you.

scarlett- so say it again.

theo- thank you. so the first time was just stupid and im paying for that with my health. you want answers to why i left you guys and although dustin and i have been good for awhile. i never apologized to you, robin or river. that was my oversight. i could it here and give excuses but there are none. the problemw ith these types of shows, scarlett. especially with guys like me who are completely full of themselves..these shows feed into that. a house full of people who want to fuck me? as a young guy? are you kidding me? i mean, scar do you really think that it was just marlee and lillie i was involved with before dustin? i thought everyone wanted me and i acted as such. so all that aside, i turn 50. im married, i have a five year old you at home to take care of since marlees head is so far up jamis ass by then. BUT the problem is im still thinking like that. like everyone wants me. how could i say no i thought. it had nothing to do with your dad.dustin wanting kids. it had everything to dowith me. im a shitty person. no excuses. i left. and then i woke up. and then sex with strangers wasnt hitting like it did before. woke up alone strung out. still had to go to work . still had to see your father everyday knowing what i did to him. the worst thing ive ever done was hurt that man. it wasnt a quick forgive for him. i was on my knees literally some days. and he rightfully told me to fuck off. he had you guys to look out for.

scarlett- how did you get dad to forgive you? i barely remember you moving back in. you were just there.

theo- wasnt easy . like at all. and i didnt deserve his forgiveness. it took time a lot of it. i had to prove that he could trust me again. we started right back at the beginning. less sex this time though.

scarlett-youre gross

theo- some things dont change

scarlett- do you think dad trusts you now?

theo- if he doesnt? he has every right not to. but id hope in the ten years that weve patched things up that he does. id like to think he does.

scarlett- i still dont

theo- understandable. i dont think river or robin really trust me either. but im grateful youre giving me a chance scarlett. that youre even speaking to me. even if this thing started off as a witchhunt. and your dads probably going to kill me when i get home.

scarlett-[sighs] blake, start the live.

theo- whats this?

scarlett- just wrapping up. do you have any regrets in doing the bachelor?

theo- i regret how i treated the people on it.

scarlett- advice for people going into it?

theo- mm dont think with your dick.

scarlett- charming.

theo- im a charming guy.

scarlett- and where does the future take you,theo?

[chocmarss]

RUBS HAND OVER MY FACE i’m going a little. insane. about Strider Rex, honestly. The irony (?) of him looking no more than 30 when he’s 84 or something compared to canon Rex where he looks like he’s 56 when he’s actually 28. I just. MAN.

Okay, but AU of Rex living longer than normal clones, than normal humans, that the only moment he actually looks like an old man is when he’s 160? 180? Very old, kriffing ancient, or so he’s been told by everyone else.

Something, something the Kaminoans fucked up a whole batch of clones that the moment they hit puberty (9-10 years human years, 18-ish in clone years), they stay super young for decades. DECADES. Reverse engineering but make it sloth pace.

Nala Se, the absolute worst living being to exist, tries to terminate them, but then, that would mean wasting a whole batch of clones and making it look suspicious in all ends because even if she did make up excuses and lies (the clones could probably have failing organs, or thinning blood, or anything that would compromise selling their ‘usefulness’) it’ll just make her look bad. Oh, this batch is sullied? You overlooked a mistake when there are fifty clones in a batch? You could’ve just checked one of them properly? You caused Kamino millions of credits? No, no, they will be a reminder of your negligence, Nala Se, and I will see it that their uses are fulfilled like the rest of them.

So she just makes sure these clones are all put through the hell-like training exercises anyone in their short life would go through that the casualty reports are off the fucking roof. Only 30% of that batch survived, and the rest of the clones come up with all kinds of stories about how that’s the batch that’s cursed, see, because for some fuckdamn reason they’re always getting the short end of the stick. Absolutely no leeway for that batch. They’re stiff like boulders if you ever try talking to them. ‘Think they fried their brains every time the Long Necks decided to make them go through the torture machine.

In the end, 10 graduated out of 50, and they become the best fucking soldiers everyone would ask for. They’re all still painfully human, and when Rex hears that Keeli used his life to fight with his Jedi, he has to sit down.

They keep in touch, and sometimes, a brother who isn’t theirs, who’s not from their little group of survivors, would deliver dreadful news. One by one, they’re dwindling down until their stories are almost legends amongst the Shinies, the other batches who are there to see them fall, and it’s years into the war that Rex could count what was left of them on one hand.

Wilco? Gone too soon. Howzer? Rex lost him somewhere in the beginning of the Empire’s reign. There’s no way of knowing whether or not he’s still alive, but seeing that reports say he was MIA, Rex can take it as a good sign. Last he heard, Howzer’s on his way to be executed on Ryloth before he escaped. Rex hopes he’ll get to see him again.

It’s 15 years after the Empire becomes a stick in everyone else’s asses that Rex accepted he’d be one of the Fucking Weird Ones left. While Wolffe and Gregor look well into middle age, Rex looks like he hasn’t aged a year in his life. He looks twenty-two, is actually twenty-eight, but he feels like he’s the one who’s fifty-six.

“Damn,” one of the snack-sized Rebels —a kid, kriff, and the one with colourful Mando armour isn’t any better too— breathes out. The kid’s eyes whipped between Rex and Wolffe, to Gregor, before going back to Rex. “It’s like your their son or something.”

Wolffe and Gregor fucking howls with laughter while Rex chucks a balled up paper at their way. He threatens them with clanker oil in their drinks, before he says to the kid, “I’m older than both of them.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Sabine drawls, blaster flipping between her fingers and the Jedi, the one who’s staring at Rex as if he sprouted another head, looks away with resentment in the tightness of his jaw. “You look kinda, I dunno, near my age.”

That sets off both Wolffe and Gregor again, holding onto each other as they laugh and chortle and are bent to their knees that Rex really wants to kick their asses.

“You’re—“ Wolffe manages before he clears his throat, ignoring Rex’s glower. “You’re, what, seventeen?”

“Yeah.”

Gregor snorts, chokes, before he’s hiding his face into Wolffe’s shoulder as the other man nods sagely. “Yeah, you’re not far off.”

Rex has done everything he could in making sure this Rebellion stands, going in and out of Seelos every other month or so to trudge through fire blasters, proton torpedoes, Stormtrooper wayward shots, and to brave through dry planets, drenched planets, sweat-sticking humid ones, and this is the thanks he gets. All because he looks a little younger than he should be.

Rex jabs a finger at Wolffe’s way. “Eat shit.”

“Is that the way to talk to your father, Rex?” Gregor tsks, shaking his head. “Shame on you.”

Rex aims the same finger at him, too. “Screw you. In fact, eat shit.”

So, Rex ages slower than them all, and he gets to see them die. It sucks ass, it sucks ass real bad, because he’s losing everyone he knows, everyone he loves, because he has longevity in his fucking genes while his brothers die too fucking fast. Cursed, they’re all so very cursed, and he hates it, he hates it so much.

He’s watching all of them get old, get sick, get buried or cremated. He watches them fade, and even when they’re all rickety in their joints, Rex has only three white hairs in his entire life.

“You’re still very handsome,” Ahsoka hums, patting one veiny hand on his cheek. The wrinkles at the corner of her eyes are too deep, her eyes as wise, wiser even, than the last time he thought he lost her and found her again, but the smile she gives him is just the same as the ones from all those years ago. “And very young. And yet, you decide to sit with this old lady when you could’ve gotten yourself some adventure.”

She’s pushing ninety years old, and she doesn’t really need a cane unless she’s climbing up hills —which she shouldn’t have to, like ‘Soka, please— standing tall in her library, going through old Jedi archives that have been founded again, along with the ones Luke managed to salvage from the fire he created during his midlife crisis.

Rex tries not to think how he’s gone, too, Leia along with him.

“I think I prefer going through dusty books with you than going any more adventures,” he jokes softly, trapping her hand against his chest with his own, and again, he pushes away the thought at how incredibly thin she feels underneath his touch. “I need a break, after going through all of that three times.”

“If that’s what you want,” She gives him another pat on his cheek with her free hand before she walks away from him, already hauling a couple of old looking books with her. “All I’m saying is how this will get boring very fast, you know.”

“I can do boring,” he tells her, following her to the back room, where she’d preserve the old texts into new books by writing them down, doing it the old fashion way, looking at the smudge or burnt off pieces through a microscope. “I need boring, actually. It’d be good for me.”

“I’m sure,” She’s already opening the books, one hand reaching for her writing apparatus, already absorbed into the text. “Think Kix’s gonna come over soon?”

Another brother trapped by time, found in ice and in guilt and in shame. The first time he saw Rex, Kix hadn’t believed him when he said it had been fifty years since the end of the Clone Wars. He was disoriented, freezing, and when Rex explained how much time had passed, recognition kicked in, and Kix remembered Rex’s condition, saw how different his Captain was compared than last time.

Not much, Kix had said, when he calmed down, eyes heavy. But it’s there, in your face.

Now, after two decades have passed since they found him, Kix looks almost as old as Ahsoka is.

And Rex remains excruciatingly ageless.

“He will,” Rex doesn’t want to think of how soon he’s losing his friends, how he’ll lose them too, like he did with the others. He can’t bring himself to go through that now, now when Ahsoka’s here, wanting the best for him, but letting him get what he wants. “He heard about the cake. He can’t resist it to keep away.”

“He does love his fruitcake,” she mutters, distracted, one weathered finger tracing the lines.

Rex is already helping her with the other book, rewriting what he can read, keeping his gnawing emotions in the cages of his chest as he thinks, not for the first, that it’s better if he lives longer than they all did. He gets to be there for them until the end, he’ll be there to see them off, and that gives him some form of ease.

They don’t have to be alone. Rex is there, and he’ll be there until it’s his time to go.

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Danny's Ambition

The alarm clock rings and Danny groans as he gets out of bed.

"Just how *expletive* is this day gonna be?"

There's a knock on his door as he hears his sister Mimi.

"Danny, are you decent?"

He sighs. "Yeah Mimi, Ah'm decent. What's up?"

She comes into his room.

"Daddy says he has to take the car today. Are you gonna be alright to walk to school?"

Danny rubs his eyes.

"Walkin to school's all I do anyway. No reason to waste gas over a mile. Ah'm tellin ya Mimi, if I gotta redo senior again I might as well drop out."

She tries to smile. "Don't drop out Danny. Daddy's still trying to get a pharmacy job. That's why he's taking the car. Mr. Primont called him in for an interview. If he gets the job you can quit and focus on graduating."

He stands up and stretches.

"That'll be the day, sis. Ah really hate havin ta ask the juniors for money. It's embarrassin."

The mood is somber and Danny looks lost.

"Ah just wanna wake up one morning and not gotta worry bout money. I don't wanna have to rely on other people."

She goes over to hug Danny. "I know you feel that way, Danny. You just need to take it one day at a time. Now eat up. I got breakfast waitin for you."

He sighs.

"Alright. Gotta change first. Be right down."

Mimi smiles and leaves the room. After changing, Danny goes down to eat breakfast as fast as he can.

"Ah'll see ya later, Mimi."

He grabs his backpack and starts running to school. As he makes it to the school's parking lot, a rusty old pickup truck pulls in. The engine has a strange sound to it.

"Howdy, feller."

Danny looks up.

"Oh hey, Jodie. Hell's up with yer engine?"

Jodie shuts it off and gets out. "Ah dang carburetor's done actin up. Gotta find somethin worth replacin it. Ol gal's goin on 50 so's Ah gotta keep 'er runnin."

Danny looks at the truck. "Ya going to the junkyard with Mike?"

Jodie grabs his books.

"Yeah Mike's ride done lost 'er fender. We's goin ta mah job fer parts."

He stops at the stairs. "Danneh ya got wood shop 1st period?"

Danny looks at his schedule. "Let's see. Nah I got wood shop 2nd period. What classes do ya need to pass this year to graduate?"

Jodie laughs a little and looks down.

"Math, science and readin. Mr. Wade tol me Ah gotta do good ta stay on the wrasslin team. Says he'll kick mah ass if Ah done keep failin and gotta repeat a year."

Danny sighs. "Dunno how you plan on doin that man. We're all idiots ta be able to tutor anyone."

The first bell rings.

"Ah'll be seein ya feller faster than Ah done load a shotgun." Jodie says as he heads inside.

Danny heads to the gym but almost gets hit by a car.

"Dammit Mike ya almost hit Danny."

Mike smiles as he parks.

"Ah yer just worried bout your insurance rates Mikey. "

Mikey (short for Mike Windgren) glares.

"No *expletive* I'm worried Mike! I don't want my Saturn to kill someone!"

"Well Ah didn't so don't get yer panties in a twist. Now let's go before we're late."

Mikey groans.

"Sorry ta almost hit you Danny."

Danny keeps going to the gym.

"Hey Guy are you lookin for someone?"

A boy on the football field turns to look at Danny.

"Yeah that *expletive* Mike skipped band practice today! How're we supposed to set a good example to the freshmen if we ain't all here?!"

Danny sighs. "Well go yell at 'em when ya see 'em Guy. He'll probably show up when he feels like it."

"Yeah well he better! Ah'm not bout to have our drummers be outta formation because that *expletive* decided not ta practice!"

Danny shakes his head and makes it to the gym.

A whirring sound is heard as a small helicopter lands. A young man steps out with a girl on his arm.

"And that's how ya land!"

She looks amazed.

"Oh wow, Rick that's so amazing. How many more hours do you need to be able to teach me for real?"

He gives her a cocky grin.

"Only 20. Maybe if yer willin to wait a couple months I can teach ya."

Her eyes widen.

"Wow I'd like that! I'll see you around then, Rick."

He gives a thumbs up. "You know it baby."

Danny rolls his eyes.

"How many demonstrations is that now, Rick?"

He laughs. "Oh Danny. Don't ya get that it's good for my social life? I get to put my hours in while getting some babes. I see that as an absolute win."

Danny starts walking again. "Whatever Rick."

He makes his way to the gym when he sees his friend.

"Oh hey Ross!"

Ross turns around.

"Danny good ta see you! Still tryna make ends meet. How 'bout you?" he asks smiling.

Danny looks down. "Same boat. Pa's gonna have an interview today so fingers crossed."

Ross rubs his eyes. "Least there's a light at the end of the tunnel for ya. I gotta find a better job that'll pay more. Buc-ee's just ain't enough to pay the bills."

"I hear ya, Ross. Being a busboy at 2 nightclubs ain't a good paycheck either."

A whistle is blown. "Awright ya *expletive* line up!"

Everyone lines up when they hear Mr. Wade's voice. No one messes with him.

As Mr. Wade makes his opening year speech about gym class Danny's mind starts to wander.

"All Ah want is ta make it through the year. If Ah can jus make 'nough money, Ah can buy back our house. Pa ain't ever gonna be embarrassed ever 'gain."

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[itwas50yearsagotoday]

My Top 125 songs of 1973

12/31/23: Greetings! This is my last annual top songs list, the Top 125 songs of 1973, as I will be retiring the blog when I turn 50 in seventeen days. It's been an awesome journey all-around, but lets stick with '73 on this post. Only one song asterisked this year as a new-to-me song. All of these songs rate 82 out of 100 or higher (see previous post somewhere that describes my rating system). One of the themes I've been discussing over the year is decline, that is the decline in quality of mainstream artists' material--sometimes this is just slightly less, and other times it is a major decline. Probably the worst offender is Deep Purple, who released a huge stinker of a record following arguably their best effort; Yes also is in this category with their four-side ugly behemoth. Then there are just slightly inferior records like Houses of the Holy, Quadrophenia, and Goats Head Soup. That said, there are several artists that released excellent records like Pink Floyd, EL&P, Elton John, Neil Young, Blue Oyster Cult, Paul McCartney (Wings), Genesis, Steely Dan, Roxy Music (x2!), Caravan, Stevie Wonder, Black Sabbath, Mott the Hoople, the Stooges, and, of course, Gentle Giant. Finally, 1973 would feature many newbies including Aerosmith, Bruce Springsteen, and Billy Joel. One may ask 'where are all the women?'… yes, it's a travesty, I know. Thankfully this would get much better over time. But for now, here's my top 125 of the year that was 1973:

10CC 'Rubber Bullets'…like Steely Dan and Sparks, some good old SmArt Rock here… great story song too about a jail riot

Abba 'Ring Ring'…too bad we can't get more into Abba on this blog, but at least you get a taste here

Aerosmith 'Dream On'… song wasn't a hit until a couple years later… probably the one Aerosmith song EVERYONE knows (even my teenage sons)

Aerosmith 'Movin' Out'… as sinister as B.O.C. but they mean it!

Aerosmith 'Somebody'… now there's a dirty-ass opening riff

Alice Cooper 'Unfinished Sweet'… I dig the James Bond shit in the middle; they shoulda used his song for The Man With the Golden Gun

Brian Auger 'Happiness Is Just Around the Bend'… in all the darkness of this year, a more friendly tune

Roy Ayers 'Coffy Is the Color'… blaxploitation fare at its best

Bachman-Turner Overdrive 'Let It Ride'… I like the frequent mood changes in this essential Classic Rock tune

The Beach Boys 'Sail on Sailor'… the last Beach Boys song that we can take as serious art? maybe… but what about 'Kokomo'?

Black Sabbath 'A National Acrobat'… Iommi just tears it UP on this song, probably my favorite Sabbath song ever

Black Sabbath 'Killing Yourself to Live'… an anti-drug song, how ironic

Black Sabbath 'Sabbra Cadabra'… quintessential Sabbath riff and fast-paced melody

Blue Ash 'Abracadabra (Have You Seen Her?)'… Power Pop strikes again--if any interest in this genre, the album is a must-listen

Blue Ash 'Wasting My Time'… doing their Beatles impression, much respect

Blue Oyster Cult '7 Screaming Diz-Busters'… don't know what it means, don't care… the slow-down in the middle is too cool

Blue Oyster Cult 'Baby Ice Dog'… owoooooooo!!!

Blue Oyster Cult 'Hot Rails to Hell'… feels like it says it is

Blue Oyster Cult 'The Red & the Black', 'O.D.'d on Life Itself'… I usually combine these two songs as they flow into each other nicely… great way to open BOC's arguably best record

David Bowie 'The Jean Genie'… classic Bowie blues rock stomp

Tim Buckley 'Stone In Love'… a pretty good place to start with Tim Buckley, but don't expect the rest of his material to be this accessible

Budgie 'Breadfan'… Metallica's cover is great, almost as great as the original by this underrated power trio

Buffalo 'Sunrise (Come My Way)'… the only new song on this list that I didn't know before… it's pretty epic*

Captain Beyond 'Evil Men'… a little bit Sabbath, little bit BOC

Caravan 'C'Thlu C'Thlu'… one of my favorite songs ever, they get the marching of the beast during the bridge just right

Caravan 'Hoedown'… funny, EL&P had their own 'Hoedown' in '72, but a completely different song… not sure which is better, as both are fun little prog workouts

Caravan 'Memory Lain, Hugh Headloss'… this tune sounds like it could be the soundtrack of an epic journey, or maybe a lavish game show

Chicago 'Feelin' Stronger Every Day'… talk about a mood-booster, seriously… the song is an anti-depressant… the band's A.M. apex

Chicago 'Just You 'n' Me'… a Chicago love song before they sucked

Deep Purple 'Woman From Tokyo'… the Purple's last stand… forget anything else that follows it (even on the same album… especially on the same album!)

The Doobie Brothers 'China Grove'… Classic Rock perfectly distilled, I can recall a KSHE rival advertising their station using this song sometime around 1990

The Doobie Brothers 'Long Train Running'… almost didn't make the list, but it just such a seminal Rock tune… plus it feels like a fucking train

The Doobie Brothers 'Without You'… not as well known by the Doobs, but it's a total rocker, and Johnston's singing sounds great

Electric Light Orchestra 'Showdown'… knowing more about the Move now, I can tell this was an evolution from that sound

Emerson, Lake & Palmer 'Jerusalem'… English poetry turned into a song, turned into another song… if I were unabashedly British this would be my song of national pride

Emerson, Lake & Palmer 'Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression (part one)'… the part you probably don't know but should

Emerson, Lake & Palmer 'Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression (part two)'… the part you might know, if you're so inclined

Emerson, Lake & Palmer 'Toccata'… a modern classical music song (1960) turned into prog… it works

Faces 'Silicone Grown'… ode to fake boobs… how did THIS song not get airplay on Classic Rock radio? Seriously, they play the shit out of Rod's solo stuff (from Every Picture), but this is a sloppy, drunken masterpiece

Fleetwood Mac 'Hypnotized'… height of Bob Welch's involvement (he should be in the R&R HOF with the rest of the Mac incarnations, fucking morons)

Funkadelic 'Nappy Dugout'… not enough Black music on this list, but this is a great funk song--quite a title, ahem

J. Geils Band 'Did You No Wrong'… dig the tappy-tap shoes at the beginning

Genesis 'Dancing With the Moonlit Knight'… takes a minute to get going but worth the journey, excellent album opener

Genesis 'Firth of Fifth'… Genesis' best song, bar none… Hackett's guitar solo is something to behold--goosebumps, man

Gentle Giant 'Runaway'… clever intro with the glass breaking to the beat

Gentle Giant 'Way of Life'… progressive rock that defies description… the song's got this frantic, almost-Disco like, drumbeat at the beginning, but turns into a beautiful wall of sound by the end, one of this weirdo band's greatest

Gong 'The Pothead Pixies'… yep, they are

Grand Funk Railroad 'We're an American Band'… yep, they are!

Hall and Oates 'Abandoned Luncheonette'… besides kinda corny lyrics in the verses, it is the chorus that just rules with those faux-Buckmaster strings, holy shit the shiver

Hall and Oates 'She's Gone'… the duo's first hit, and wouldn't be their last (duh!)

Herbie Hancock 'Watermelon Man'… this whole jazz-funk album is uniformly excellent, but this workout is probably the most accessible

Hawkwind 'Brainbox Pollution'… perhaps one of the greatest B-side singles ever

Lee Hazlewood 'Poet, Fool or Bum'… "Bum!" (stole that from a critic describing a contemporary album review)

Billy Joel 'The Piano Man'… where it all started for Mr. William Joel

Elton John 'All the Young Girls Love Alice'… this album rocks, and this is a quintessential number from it

Elton John 'Bennie and the Jets'… a song I've both loved and loathed and loved again, one of EJ and Bernie's best

Elton John 'Funeral For a Friend / Love Lies Bleeding'… an eleven minute epic worth every second… one of the best album-openers of all time

Elton John 'Grey Seal'… don't skip this very 1973-ish gem--crazy coda!

Kool and the Gang 'Hollywood Swinging'… happy slow funk, if that's possible

Led Zeppelin 'Dancing Days'… I think this side opener comes off as generic initially, but it rewards the listener over time

Led Zeppelin 'D'yer Mak'er'… that's "Jamaica" in Cockney… for 'reggae' it's not bad, and it actually reached #20 on the Billboard charts (!!)

Led Zeppelin 'No Quarter'… LZ not necessarily at their hardest, but perhaps their gloomiest

Led Zeppelin 'Over the Hills and Far Away'… I think this has something to do with Tolkien

Led Zeppelin 'Song Remains the Same'… great album opener for a great album, it rocks (surprised it doesn't get more airplay)

Led Zeppelin 'The Ocean'… perfect album closer (okay after their previous album closer)

Led Zeppelin 'The Rain Song'… can Zeppelin actually write a love song?? Yes they can!!

Lynyrd Skynyrd 'Free Bird'… you know it--the ending jam makes this song a bonafide CR standard

Lynyrd Skynyrd 'I Ain't the One'… kind of an unexpected first album opener for what is essentially THE Southern Rock band par-excellence, as it has all that weird Hendrix-like backwards shit, but then it turns swampy and it's awesome

Paul McCartney & Wings 'Band on the Run'… finally, McCartney making some consistent tunes again!

Paul McCartney & Wings 'Jet'… feels like a dinosaur wandering into your living room

Paul McCartney & Wings 'Live and Let Die'… one of the greatest James Bond themes ever

Paul McCartney & Wings 'Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five'… dig the Moog all over this one, and I like how it ties up the album as a loose concept

Mott the Hoople 'All the Way to Memphis'… some little known R&R that should be more well-known IMO (at least it was in that Scorsese movie)

Mott the Hoople 'Whizz Kid'… simple little song about poor twenty-somethings living in NYC… gotta great melody, and it rocks

The O'Jays 'For the Love of Money'… you probably know it as 'money money money mon-ay… MON-ay!', but don't dismiss because the song gets down and dirty quick… I can't believe this groovy funk-pop song wasn't in a Blaxploitation flick

Danny O'Keefe 'Madgalena'… this is just a purty song here… underrated singer-songwriter

Ozark Mountain Daredevils 'If You Wanna Get to Heaven'… yay, Missouri rock

The Pink Fairies 'City Kids'… some proto-punk fer ya, check out Lemmy's version on Motorhead's first album

The Pink Fairies 'Street Urchin'… the last stand for one of the most unknown-but-awesome bands… it even has kind of a finality to it

Pink Floyd 'Any Colour You Like'… a dream on headphones, Wright vs. Gilmour, then combined!

Pink Floyd 'Brain Damage / Eclipse'… perfect ending for a perfect album--turn the volume way up at the very end!

Pink Floyd 'Money'… always one of my top three favorite songs of all-time… I think it is the 7/4 time that just grabs me, and then the change to 4/4 at the bridge, and back

Pink Floyd 'Speak to Me / Breathe / On the Run'… must be heard together for full effect

Pink Floyd 'Time'… fun to scare the kids with the clocks at the beginning

Pink Floyd 'Us and Them'… Floyd would never again sound quite so lush and lovely

Alan Price 'Sell, Sell'… this ex-Animal has a talent for making somewhat unique and timeless music, and this is no exception… more sinister, kinda filthy and in the gutter

Queen 'Keep Yourself Alive'… where it all started for this World-famous band

REO Speedwagon 'Find My Fortune'… the only time the guitarist would sing on an REO tune, and it's totally sweet sounding

REO Speedwagon 'Ridin' the Storm Out'… original lead singer (sorta) is better on this one

REO Speedwagon 'Whiskey Night'…swampy, dig it, like the Doobies but better (usually it's the other way around)

The Rolling Stones '100 Years Ago'… IMO the most underrated Stones song ever--killer jam at the end

The Rolling Stones 'Coming Down Again'… love Taylor's wah-wahs on this one… the ultimate hangover song

The Rolling Stones 'Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)'… zeitgeist, baby!

The Rolling Stones 'Silver Train'… I think they're talking about heroin here… or maybe just trains, I dunno

Roxy Music 'Do the Strand'… look for the awesome video of this track on YT

Roxy Music 'Mother of Pearl'… over time this has been my go-to Roxy song--love Ferry's singing here

Roxy Music 'Street Life'… quintessential Roxy thumper

Roxy Music 'The Bogus Man'… Eno could create some crazy sounds back in the day

Seals and Crofts 'Diamond Girl'… blurs the boundaries of A.M. Gold and Classic Rock

Bruce Springsteen 'Kitty's Back'… kind of an unknown tune (overshadowed on the record by 'Rosalita') but I love the swift changes in tone throughout (whispers, then loud horns, etc.)

Bruce Springsteen 'The E Street Shuffle'… if all of Springsteen sounded like this I might be more interested--one of my favorite codas ever

Steely Dan 'Bodhittsava'… hard not to get swept up in the high-speed excitement on this album opener… LOOK OUT!

Steely Dan 'King of the World'… maybe my favorite Dan tune… has this 'cosmic game show score' feel to it

Steely Dan 'My Old School'… one of the first Steely Dan songs I ever heard (some retro-Bandstand video shown on VH1)--for whatever reason this song did not crack the Top 40, but I think it is probably the most representative song of the band's first three albums… great lyrics, great hook, dig the horns

Steely Dan 'Razor Boy'… some excellent lyrics about a woman who is trying to look classier than she is

Steely Dan 'The Boston Rag'… a slow burn of a song, but the guitar solo by Denny Dias (or it could be Skunk Baxter, not sure) just rips a hole in the pleasantness

Steely Dan 'Your Gold Teeth'… they did 'Do It Again' again, but better… much better!

Iggy & the Stooges 'Gimme Danger'… again, sinister is a theme in 1973 music… but somehow this song seems just a bit out of time, like it could have been made much later

Iggy & the Stooges 'Penetration'… when I first heard this song I didn't like Iggy's breathy growls but they've grown on me

Iggy & the Stooges 'Raw Power'… more proto-punk

Iggy & the Stooges 'Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell (Hard to Beat)'… even more proto-punk

Styx 'Lady'… the guiltiest of guilty pleasures, I absolutely know all the words

T. Rex 'Tenement Lady'… barely made this list, but I really like the groove of this tune

Three Dog Night 'Shambala'… perhaps the best A.M. Gold song of all time… it's that high note: "TELL ME HOW!!!"

The Who '5:15'… one of Keith Moon's greatest drumming performances

The Who 'Bell Boy'… Keith sings too!!

Wizzard 'Bend Over Beethoven'… this tune did not make the album (I think it was a UK single) but it's possibly the most accessible Roy Wood song out there

Stevie Wonder 'Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing'… another out-of-time song, from Stevie's masterpiece record… love the excited Spanish spoken intro

Stevie Wonder 'Higher Ground'… an unending argument in my head is which song is better, this one or the RHCP cover?

Neil Young 'L.A.'… Neil's snarky ode to Los Angeles

Neil Young 'Time Fades Away'… another theme of this year as there are a lot of 'best song by' fill-in-the-blank… here's another one, and I don't care if Neil hates it, it's one of his most depressing yet somehow upbeat songs… works perfectly in the live setting

[dawn-appears]

So I’m walking my dog. This younger (maybe 20) hispanic woman with 3 children passes. I stop so my dog can pee on a bush. I hear the hispanic woman say, very calmly, “Is your mommy home?”

I keep walking. Suddenly the young woman is walking very quickly with her children, the youngest looks barely a year, in her arms. Behind her an older white woman (50s-ish) is screaming obesities from the top of the stairs. (The apartments here have a little balcony at the top of the stairs.) Calling her a whore, screaming you’re not supposed to talk to other people’s kids, threatening to beat her ass. 

I pause, I’m now at the bottom steps of my building about to head in. As the younger woman and her kids are walking quickly to their apartment (on the other side of mine it turns out) the older woman is picking up pace. Younger woman looks at me and says “I’m pregnant.”

I move, I put myself and my dog in the center of the sidewalk, between them. Now, my dog is both a coward and an idiot. He’s standing at my legs looking around like he has no idea what is happening. He never reacts. Still, I have one hand down holding the leash closest to his body, the other hand at my other side holding the handle of the leash. Both hands stay there, at my sides, gripping the leash.

Older woman gets to me. She goes left, I step left. She goes right, I step right. I don’t know how long it will take for the younger woman to get her kids in the apartment, but I’m not letting older woman pass. So now her fury is on me.

She grabs my coat with both hands, she pushes me, she pulls one hand back and threatens to hit me. I’m not moving. All the while she’s screaming that I hit her, that I pushed her, that my dog is aggressive. I don’t know how long we’ve been here, feels like hours. I keep my voice calm. “You don’t need to be saying those words in front of kids. Then go back to your apartment. Then you shouldn’t be out here.” I’m trying to counter everything she says “I’ve got kids at home. She came to my apartment. I had a stroke last year and she came knocking on my door.”

Finally, old woman gives up. Walks away. I turn and see the younger woman is behind me a ways, phone out, recording. “I got her putting her hands on you, I recorded it.” 

I stay out and we talk for a while, she called the cops but they’re slow as molasses here (if they even show at all.) Finally we’re both freezing and head our separate ways. We exchange apartment info and both say we’re going to at least complain to the apartment office tomorrow about this. I don’t know what else to do, at least hoping the complex will have an issue with a tenant causing a disturbance.  

Fuck man, just chill people. 

(According to the younger woman, the older woman’s 10 year old boy threw a rock at the younger woman’s 5 year old and she went over to talk to her like adults. If true, you can see where the older boy gets it.)

[russianshavefun]

Russian movies – to understand the complex Russian soul

A short list of movies that are a good place to begin your acquaintance with Russian cinematography.

You're unlikely to find them on Netflix, perhaps on third-party sites and not always with subtitles, but either way - Who seeks, always finds.

The Return (2003)

Andrei Zvyagintsev's drama about a returning father, his sons, and a mysterious box.

A prodigal father (Konstantin Lavronenko) returns to a provincial family and takes his two sons on a camping trip to the lake with vague goals. The debut of an unknown director, shot for little money by a minor producer, suddenly won at the Venice Film Festival.

Peculiarities of the national hunt (1995)

The first part of a triptych about harmless hunters.

A young Finn (Ville Haapasalo), eager to learn about Russian hunting habits, joins a company gathered in the woods - but all that awaits them ahead is unabated drunkenness. On the one hand, a collection of hysterically funny anecdotes in the "hunting accident" genre, on the other – a study of the national character, judging by the tremendous popularity of the film, more than successful.

Brother (1997)

Alexei Balabanov's crime drama - iconic image of the 90s.

Dembele Danila Bagrov (Sergei Bodrov) arrives in St. Petersburg to visit his brother (Viktor Sukhorukov), who has become a hired killer. "The player is real, but dressed like a sucker", "Beautiful city, but a province", "I don't really like Jews", and, of course, "You're not my brother, you black-assed scum". What can I say - the main Russian film of the 90s. And together with the sequel, even two.

The Island (2006)

A spiritual drama with Mamonov as a monk.

An eccentric old man (Pyotr Mamonov) heals pilgrims and dreams of redeeming the sin committed during the war. Lungin's slightly unexpected, at the time, incursion into God-seeking territory, establishing Mamonov in his new role as Russia's hero. As part of the restoration of spirituality, the film was carried on its hands, showered with awards and shown on Christmas on the central channel.

Hipsters (Stilyagi) (2008)

Todorovsky's retro-musical about the '50s, with songs from the '80s and '90s.

Moscow of the '50s, a Komsomol member (Anton Shagin) falls in love with a fashionable girl (Oksana Akinshina) and becomes a dandy. A sprawling musical with crowd-pleasers, dances, and an unexpected rendition of twisted '80s rock hits. The box office budget, enormous by Russian standards, did not pay off. On the other hand, the film received wide praise in the West, where it was released under the title Hipsters, and Valery Todorovsky became the leading specialist in Soviet retro films a few years later.

What Men Talk About (2010)

Talking play by Quartet I transferred to the motion picture screen.

Not the first, but one of the most popular films, remade from the plays of Moscow's Quartet I. A brief escape from the office routine in the vein of "Stag in Vegas", the music of Bi-2 (the heroes of the entire movie strive to get to the concert of the band, oddly enough, held in the Ukraine), Zhanna Friske and, of course, sex through the eyes of infantile middle-aged men. The result is a great movie about what men in Russia think and talk about.

Leviathan (2014)

Unwashed Russia and an Oscar nomination.

The story of the confrontation between a car mechanic (Alexei Serebryakov) and the mayor of a northern town (Roman Madyanov), who decided to annex the worker's house, in which he lives with his family: his wife (Elena Lyadova) and son. Another parable by Andrei Zvyagintsev about an unwashed Russia in which he decided to cross an ancient tragedy with a domestic drama, for which he won a Golden Globe, a prize for screenplay at Cannes and a nomination for an Oscar. As is often the case with our sharply social statements, cinema has divided society. Not for the first time and, one would think, not for the last.

Loveless (2017)

Andrei Zvyagintsev's psychological thriller.

A divorcing couple (Maryana Spivak and Alexei Rozin) has a son who disappears (Matvey Novikov). They try their best to find him, but the further they go, the more futile their efforts become. Inspired by Bergman's Scenes from a Family Life, Zvyagintsev has created a psychological thriller in which the missing boy acts not only as a Hitchcockian MacGuffin, around whom the plot revolves, but also as the meaning of life that the characters are so feverishly searching for, because everything mattered only when he was around.

Arrhythmia (2017)

The story of two married doctors who missed the meaning of their relationship.

The most sensual film of Boris Khlebnikov's career, which was applauded so wildly at the festival in Sochi, as if every audience member in the audience had really caught the rhythm of this "Arrhythmia." The simple story of two married doctors who, at some point between their daily exploits at work, miss the meaning of their relationship.

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Douchebro Epidemic: Patient Zero

Maximum Genetic Research Facility: 4:50 PM

The scientists at the research facility were currently in the process of closing up shop, putting away chemicals, returning test subjects to their cages, and doing tons and tons of security checks, making sure none of the highly volatile chemicals and formulas they were working on were compromised in any way. At least, that's what most of them were doing.

Eric Swinton had had a long, long day at work and he couldn't wait to be home. Another day, another 8 hours of fruitless research into the head scientist's impossible dream of a so called "vitality serum", which he somehow thought could be achieved with a mix of testosterone and a bath of other chemicals. It was absolutely ridiculous, and everyday Eric cursed being assigned to the project. So, in his bad mood, he wasn't taking much care in putting everything away and locking it up properly, not noticing when he spilled a vial of the formula on the counter, not even when he accidentally ran his hand through some of it. As he left, he noticed his hand was wet, but assumed it was water, wiping it off on his clothes while he raced to catch his bus.

As he waited for the bus, he felt a tickle in the back of his throat, and coughed slightly into his hand, clearing it for a few minutes before it came back. So he sat there, coughing repeatedly, not realizing that as he did so, they got more and more frequent over time. Still, he was unperturbed by this, assuming that he probably just picked up some sort of bug as he was riding the bus in the morning. Its not like the lab was working on any infectious disease at the moment, so he had nothing to worry about.

So, Eric remained blissfully unaware of what was happening to him as he climbed onto the bus, still coughing lightly, but completely unaware of the other side effects happening to him. Normally a 50 year old, stocky, balding man, Eric's body was seemingly completely rejecting those facts, as his appearance was quickly shifting towards that of someone half his age or less. The hair on his head grew, the thin, almost nonexistent grey becoming a stylish, thick brown. The fat that he'd built up over years of drinking and not exercising was melting off his body, being replaced with hard, lean muscle. Even his face was looking like that of someone who was at most 22: Smooth skin, nice eyes, and with none of the roundness previously characteristic of the scientist.

Perhaps, however, Eric wasn't noticing the frequent physical changes , because of the mental changes occurring simultaneously as he sat on that crowded public bus. His thoughts slowed gradually, becoming less and less intelligent, as his reality shifted in his own mind from a respected scientist who had worked at the lab for many years, to a kid who just signed up for a side job at this stupid lab for a couple months. And with the decreased intelligence, came a sudden increase in cockiness as well. Who were those eggheads at the lab to boss him around? Those dumb old fucks wasted their lives researching all this stupid shit instead of living, and they wanted to take that frustration out on him, just cause he knew how to actually enjoy his life. So fucking annoying. You know what? Tomorrow he'd march into that head scientist's office and tell him that if he wanted him to stay, then he could suck his fucking dick, cause there was nothing else at that dead end job worth staying for.

He slowly chuckled to himself at the thought. The guy would be so pissed if he said that, probably screaming at him to get out, but it would be worth it. Or maybe the guy would blush and say yes, completely making a fool of himself. Not like Eric would actually let him do it, no way he'd ever go for a guy that old.

And so, by the end of his ride on the bus, Eric was a completely different man, though his cough had finally subsided, and he had a much more enjoyable life to look forward to now. He got off the bus quickly, ready to have a fun night, and probably hit the club's later, when he heard a voice call "Eric, hold on!" from behind him.

He turned around, to say a very overweight man

in a suit jacket and a tie behind him, his next door neighbor in the apartment building, Josh. Josh was a nice guy, actually, even if he tried a bit too hard to be one of the young guys, and had gotten Eric the job at the lab, in fact. They often took the same bus home as well, so Eric saw him fairly frequently, though now Josh was walking up to him, worried.

"Are you okay, I heard you coughing a lot on the ride home. Are you coming down with something, do ya think?"

Eric laughed his concern off nonchalantly, saying

"Nah bro, I think I just had something caught in my throat. I'm all good now. Thanks for asking though, bro, you're really nice~" before heading up to his apartment swiftly. Immediately he knew the first thing he wanted to do as well. He stripped off his dumb ass work uniform, put on a pair of hot pink shorts, and went to his bathroom to take a mirror selfie, giving a cocky expression and flipping off the mirror.

Satisfied with the result, he smiled, opening up instagram to upload it alongside his dozens of other thirst trap photos that had garnered him thousands of followers. As he was typing in the caption, (Last day of work! Gonna quit tomorrow, so fucking excited!), he heard coughing coming from the wall that separated his and Josh's apartment, but he paid it no mind, sending the post off to the world, before heading back to his bedroom to get ready for a fun night...

[celestialrry]

I wish you would write a fic where...

the main character is the daughter of a really important producer harry is working with and he has a major crush on her but 1) he doesn’t want her dad to feel like he’s taking advantage of her 2) she has a rule of not dating musicians

too young

OOOOOOHHHHHH

HIIII GUYS..... i started school again and honestly for the longest time i've had no inspiration to write but then i got this ask!!! (thank you for your patience anon ily) and was like i love this prompt but then i wrote the first part and had no idea how to continue it,,, but I finally finished it!! ε(♡'-')з (this is me giving you all my love and affection for sticking with me) 

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warnings: alcohol consumption

Harry was in a dilemma.

Usually, he could sweep all his issues under the rug, save them for another day, but this one... he couldn't do that. Not because he didn't want to, but because this problem was more than just a dust bunny on his hardwood floor.

Y/N was the problem.

Or to be more precise, his feelings for Y/N were the problem.

Harry had confidence when it came to his crushes. He was smooth, flirty, and snagged almost every single person he's caught feelings for.

But not Y/N.

No, she was almost unreachable, for quite a few reasons.

One, the only reason he knew her, met her, was through a producer he had been working with the past few months. Arlo was massive in the industry and Harry was flattered when Arlo approached him with interest in collaborating. And only a month into working together, he met Y/N.

Harry's head snapped towards the door that had just burst open, a girl barging into the studio that he had never seen before. She was gorgeous, he had to admit, but he couldn't ignore her blatant disrespect for coming in and making a scene while he, Arlo, and a few of his bandmates were working annoyed him to no end.

"Dad! Oh my god, you will not believe what just happened, I was on my way over here and I fucking bumped into Zach," The girl began ranting, approaching Arlo and huffing as she stood next to Arlo's chair. "Of all fucking people I could see just walking down the street, it had to be him. The world is against me today I swear. Anyways, I brought that drum pad you wanted."

She dug into her big brown bag that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out the music board, placing it on the table in front of Arlo.

"Where'd you see him, Y/N? We're about to go on break and I can leave and go kick his ass in," Arlo checked his watch. "7 minutes."

Y/N, Harry now knew her as, sighed and crossed her arms. "He's long gone by now, think he shit his pants when he saw me walking near him."

"Atta girl, thanks for bringing my board too," Arlo smiled up at her from his chair. He then turned to see Harry, and Mitch staring at the two of them. "Oh sorry guys, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Harry and Mitch."

She turned to look at them and smiled wide. "Nice to meet you!"

"You too." They both said in unison, looking at each other with a smile, before focusing back on Y/N.

"We'll be done soon, if you wanna go out and get lunch." Arlo said, turning back to his daughter.

"Sounds good, just text me," Y/N replied, giving him a smile before turning back to the boys. "Nice meeting you guys, again."

And before they could even respond she was gone.

Two, Y/N was younger than him. 6 years younger to be exact. It didn't seem like much, but when put into perspective, she was 21, only just being legally allowed to drink in the States, and Harry was 27. Practically 30, if you ask him, and he was positive Arlo would have his head if he found out Harry liked his daughter. 

And three, she doesn't date the people her dad works with. 

He had found this out one night when he, Arlo, Y/N, Mitch, and a couple other writers were hanging out at the studio, drinking some wine (she had even exclaimed that this would be her first time drinking red, and Harry was yet again reminded of her age) and chatting after a long day of working. 

Harry and Mitch were laughing with Arlo about the first time they met Y/N, and her comments about this “Zach” guy. 

“He’s my ex, and had worked with my dad on one shitty song that never got far because he’s just so-- music is just not his thing, to put it nicely. But he was an absolute asshole and after him I made rule to never date anyone Dad works with. It would just go terribly.” She explained, letting Arlo take a few more jabs at the guy before stopping him.

So yeah, Harry was in a dilemma. 

In all the time he’d known Y/N, he just kept falling for her. She was kind, funny, beautiful, lit up any room she walked into, and treated Harry like fine porcelain. 

She was just fucking perfect. 

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Y/N had probably been in a lot of worse positions than the predicament she was in now.

For example, that time her dad walked in on her and her ex making out in the studio, or her 21st birthday when she got completely wasted and almost got into the wrong car instead of her uber, and the next day found out that the man driving that car was actually a convicted criminal.

So there’s worse things that could happen than her liking Harry.

But it doesn't mean it wasn’t bad.

The thing is, Y/N didn’t fall for anyone easily. Her one and only ex Zach treated her like a queen until he could officially claim her as his. The flowers he gave her before every date remained at the shop and the consistent compliments turned into insults and muttered claims of discontentment. 

Hence why he was her ex. It took Y/N quite a long time to work up the courage to end things with him. He was her first kiss, first time, and first boyfriend. She was yet to find her first love, she never really loved Zach. The way he used to treat her in the beginning, she thinks she loved, but him? No, she would never call him her first love. 

So when Y/N’s time crush on Harry began to develop into real feelings in such a short span of time, it terrified her. She had really never felt this way about someone before; butterflies would erupt in her stomach every time he shot her a smile and her mind would erupt into pure chaos when his body brushed up against her own. 

So yeah, it could be worse, but it certainly wasn't good.

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Y/N enjoyed spending time at the studio with her dad, and surprisingly, spending time with her dad’s “co-workers”. Even though she didn't usually hang out with the pop stars and spent time mostly with the backing band/producers (they were usually 50 year old men, but they were pretty nice) she enjoyed herself fully, having lunch breaks and talking about where their children when to school and whatnot. 

Sometimes though, every blue moon, Y/N would hang out with a super star her dad was working with. Usually when most stars are at the studio all they did was record, which was understandable, but she never had the chance to meet a lot of them.

With Harry though, everything was different. It wasn’t just lunches at the studio, or dinner at someone’s house, no, tonight they were going out to a bar. 

It was completely unexpected too, they had just wrapped up a song, and Harry, being in a particularly good mood had yelled out about going to a bar to celebrate. Of course, Y/N ignored his shout, knowing she wasn’t invited, and after Arlo had said something about “not being able to party as much as I used to”, she gave her dad a hug good night and waved a little goodbye to the band. 

“Wait!” Harry had exclaimed, chasing after her in the hallway. “Where are y’going?”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked behind her before looking back at Harry. “I was just gonna head back home.”

Harry’s head tilted, and looked at her questionably. “Y’not comin’ to the bar with us?” He practically pouted.

Her brows shot up in surprise. “Oh! I- yeah I’ll go out with you guys.”

Which lead her here, decently tipsy, and sitting in a booth between Harry and Sarah, laughing at a story Adam had been telling. Every now and then she would glance over to Harry just to find his gaze already on her.

Her heart fluttered every time, and if Harry’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, Y/N would have noticed him blush every time they locked eyes as well. 

“M’gonna get another drink, does anyone want anything?” Y/N piped up, a resounding chorus of “no, thank you’s” answering her question. Except for Harry who spoke softly, “A beer? Go ahead and put it on my tab.”

She shook her head at him as he stood up to let her out of the maroon leather booth. “Can’t make you pay for that, I offered.” She said, standing to lock eyes with him yet again. 

“Nope,” He grinned. “You can, and you will.”

“But-”

“No buts.” He chuckled, giving her a dimpled smile.

Accepting her defeat she nodded and squeezed his arm with a murmured “Thank you.” before making her way to the bar.

Harry sat back down again, eyes trailing her figure as she walked away before looking back at the table to be met with knowing eyes. 

“What is it?” He asked, glancing around at everyone.

“You’re whipped, mate.” Charlotte grinned, everyone else nodding in agreement.

“What?! I am not.” Harry pouted, eyes flicking over to Y/N, who was making her way to the table, one drink in each hand, before back to everyone else. 

“She’s really sweet H, you should go for it.” Mitch said.

Harry shook his head, eyes now on Mitch. “I’m not interested in her like that, she’s way too young for me, anyways.”

Just then did he hear the soft hit of his beer and her cosmo land on the table. His gaze trailed up her hands to see Y/N’s shattered face. “Here.” She practically whispered to him.

“I just remembered I have an early class tomorrow, so I should go, but thank you guys for inviting me out.” Y/N explained in lighting speed as she leaned over Harry to grab her purse and toss is over her shoulder. 

Words of confusion were tossed around the table but she was already booking it out of there, leaving Harry just as devastated as she was.

“I think she heard you, H.” Sarah said, frowning. 

Harry let out a muttered “Fuck!” before taking out large bills from his wallet and tossing it on the table. “For my tab, m’sorry, I gotta go.” And he left just as fast as Y/N did, weaving through the tables and people before bursting out the door to see her standing on the street, arm wrapped around her waist and another holding her phone.

“Y/N!”

Her head whipped around to see Harry bustling towards her and she quickly wiped her eye as he approached.

“Wait, don't go,” He said, struggling to find the words. “We all want you to stay, I want you to stay.”

“I have to get to class Harry, plus, I’m too young to be staying out this late anyways.” She grimaced at her own words. 

He sighed, eyes flickering from her own to her lips then back again. “I-fuck, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

This time, she fully turned to face him, brows knitted in distress. “Then how did you mean it? Because honestly I don’t think there is another way to mean it.”

This was his only chance, Harry knew it. 

“I just, I tried for so long to tell myself it was wrong to feel this way about you because you’re so much younger than me, and m’pretty sure your father would have my head if he knew but m’fucking infatuated with you, Y/N. M’so sorry I said that earlier, age is my only excuse for not asking you out and it’s not a good enough excuse anymore.”

With this her mouth was gaped like a fish, and her face was akin to a deer caught in headlights. In a flash her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was holding her waist, reveling in her touch. 

“Oh, Harry,” She pulled away. “I really like you too.” And with that she pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. 

“Good, thats... thats good.” He stammered.

“So,” she nudged his arm. “Y’gonna ask me out now?”

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Then & Now (Ethan x MC)

Summary: A particularly difficult case forces Ethan to confront a blast from his past

A/N: This popped into my head and I had too much fun writing it. I will loosely incorporate some of the themes from book 3 and make them better, but this is mostly an AU.

A/N 2: Yes I’m writing another multipart fic while actively ignoring my others. The muses spoke and I had no choice in the matter. Enjoy!

~v~

“Would you like some more coffee, Dr. Ramsey?”

Whatever line he was reading in his textbook blurs as does his vision. Ethan looks up at the face of the newest member of the team, a young resident, Isabelle. He takes the cup, not missing the way her eyes light up as he does so. What is it with residents and their incessant need to kiss-ass and be people pleasers?

“Thank you, Dr. Proctor.”

“Of course! I figured we’d need all the caffeine we could get our hands on with this case.”

Ethan doesn’t respond with words, only offering the young woman a hum in acknowledgement. Instead his eyes land on his coworker, Harper Emery. “Harper, has your team been able to come up with anything new?”

“Nothing,” Harper replies with a resigned sigh.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“I’ve run as many tests, MRIs and CT scans as I could, and none of them came back with anything conclusive. We’re officially back to square one.”

Ethan hasn’t been this stumped in years. A week ago, a patient came to Edenbrook after waking up without being able to feel anything from the waist down. A young, relatively healthy 25 year old with no extraordinary medical history, no recent reports of any TBI, nothing. He assumed with Harper–one of the nation’s greatest neurosurgeons–on the case, that this would be a simple fix.

As painful as it is to admit, he’s wrong.

They’ve gotten nowhere with the case, they’ve made no progress, and to make matters worse, he has Leland Bloom and the board breathing down his neck because it’s been years since the team has spent more than a week on a case, so a week with no news reflects poorly on them—on him, as the team’s leader specifically.

The last member of the team, Tobias, clears his throat. “Did he ever mention getting into a fight? Maybe he took a hit to the head, and just doesn’t want to admit it?”

“Maybe, but like I said, none of the CT scans or MRIs showed me anything out of the norm,” Harper says. “I can always ask him again.”

“That’d be ideal–”

Ethan’s sentence is cut off as the door to their office is thrown open, and in walks Leland. “Hello, team!”

The most senior members of the team stay silent, but Isabelle gives a slight wave. “Hello, Mr. Bloom.”

“Dr. Proctor,” Leland greets in turn. “Nice to know at least one of you has manners.”

Ethan checks the time on his watch. “What are you doing here, Bloom?”

“Last time I checked, I owned this entire building and I didn’t need to ask your permission to be here.”

“We’re nearing midnight,” Ethan adds. “What are you still doing here, and not at home? I’m sure Mrs. Bloom would enjoy seeing you.”

Leland ignores the mention of his wife Caroline, pretending like she wasn’t mentioned at all. “I just stopped by your patient’s room to see how he was doing. And then I decided to drop by to check in with you guys. Are there any updates on the Miller case?”

“I’m not discussing patient information with you,” Ethan says.

“Well, I am your boss.”

“And until you go to medical school, graduate, become a doctor at this hospital, and join in on this case, I don’t have to tell you anything. You may own this hospital, but I do not have to discuss my patients with you.”

“Okay, so you guys have no new information,” Leland concludes.

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, this conversation giving him a headache even though it just started. “We were actually in the middle of a brainstorming session before we were interrupted, so if we could have some privacy again, that would be much appreciated.”

Ethan’s tone causes Leland to drop the veneer of kindness, the smile dropping from his face only for a second before he catches it. He looks away and sniffs haughtily. “Fine. I’ll check in with the patient tomorrow for a status update, since it’s clear I won’t be getting it from my employees. Thankfully, his father and I go way back.”

“I can’t stop the patient from divulging his own information.”

Leland glances around the room one more time, his gaze lingering on Ethan a bit longer than it does on the other occupants. “Goodnight, doctors.”

Once Leland leaves, Harper turns towards Ethan. “You act like it would literally kill you to be nice to him.”

“Be nice for what? Bloom thinks we owe him undying loyalty and infinite ass kissing because he bought the hospital. He’s pulled a lot of nonsense since moving into this position, but he’s not worth breaking any laws over. My patients deserve their privacy.”

“And I agree, but the extra hostility isn’t needed. The last thing we need is World War 3 with you and Bloom tearing down the hospital. Just be nice.”

“Okay, are we getting back to work or calling it a night?”

The rest of the team glances around each other. Pulling an all-nighter with Ethan while he’s in a foul mood sounds like a nightmare.

“We’re calling it a night.”

~v~

Ethan ends up falling asleep in the office, finally dozing off around 5 o'clock in the morning, surrounded by a mountain of books and the harsh light of his computer screen. The sleep is short lived though as the sound of his pager wakes him up.

He jumps up with a start, and checks the time on his watch before checking his pager. He only managed to get two hours of sleep, but he can’t dwell on that. The page is a 911 alert to his patient’s room.

“Shit!”

He takes off to the 4th floor where his patient is housed, thankful that the early morning hour means the hospital is not yet flooded with people.

Isabelle, Harper, and a nurse are already in the room when Ethan finally makes it. “What’s going on?”

“He had a seizure,” Harper explains.

“How long did it last?”

“Around 50 seconds. We administered lorazepam into his IV.”

“Could this be a new symptom?” Valencia asks. “Or something else entirely?”

Harper shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m going to take him down to radiology for another CT scan. Hopefully this next one can actually yield some results.”

Ethan nods. “That sounds like a plan. In the meantime, Dr. Proctor, add seizures onto the list of symptoms to broaden our search criteria. Maybe that’ll help.”

“Gotcha.”

“We’ll reconvene when Tobias comes in and once we get the new CT scans back.”

There’s a knock at the door and Ethan bristles when Leland’s loud voice calls out to him. “Dr. Ramsey, can I speak to you out in the hallway?”

“With all due respect, I’d rather not.”

“It wasn’t a request, doctor. Hallway, now.”

Ethan shoots Harper a look, and she gives him a quick sympathy smile before he and Leland step out into the hallway.

They move a few feet away from the patient’s door, out of earshot before Leland lays into Ethan. “How in the hell is the patient actually managing to get worse under your care?”

The question actually takes Ethan aback. “You can’t possibly be saying his condition is my fault?”

“I’m saying he’s been here for a week now, and he’s no better off than where he was. You don’t have any information to give him or his family. Do you know how many phone calls my assistant has had to field because they want to get him transferred to a different facility?”

“We are giving him the best care possible, Leland. Just because you and his father belong to the same country club or whatever, does not mean there’ll be some instant diagnosis or treatment that he can buy...or steal. We need to do our due diligence.”

Leland is smart enough to know when a dig is being lobbed in his direction. His eyes narrow. “What are you trying to say, Ethan?”

“Exactly what I just did. Besides, why do you have such a vested interest in my team and what we do? I’m sure you have other businesses and people to micromanage these days.”

“You guys don’t make me any money yet remain my biggest cost. The least you can do is be efficient and answer my questions when I ask.”

“And like I told you last night, I know you own this place. You never let me forget it. But you buying this hospital does not mean I am here at your beck and call, now does it mean I have to be governed under anything that isn’t set forth by the American Medical Association. Now, me team is the best this hospital and this city have to offer, so back up and let us do our jobs.”

“You guys are the best?” Leland chuckles humorlessly. “Act like it. Or I’ll find someone else who can.”

The threat causes Ethan to pause. “What does that mean?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Dr. Ramsey. Loud and clear.”

~v~

“You idiot! Why on earth would you get into a fight with Bloom in the middle of a hallway?”

Ethan doesn’t try to school his bored expression as Tobias paces the entire length of the office, huffing and puffing as he does so.

“I didn’t get into a fight with him,” Ethan amends. “It was an exchange of words.”

“A loud exchange of words,” Harper adds. “In front of our patient’s room, might I add.”

“I had plans for this day to be productive, but the minute that man opens his mouth, I just–”

“We get it, you don’t like him,” Tobias interjects.

“Disliking Leland is an understatement.”

Isabelle stays silent, unable to find a good place to cut in, despite having questions. Ethan’s dislike of Leland Bloom is the hospital’s worst kept secret, but the contention has always been passive aggressive at best. And as a second year resident, she doesn’t have any background knowledge on why the relationship is the way that it is.

“I don’t like him either, but you don’t see me needling him in front of the nurse’s station!”

“Sure Leland is...obnoxious at times, but I don’t understand any of it,” Isabelle says, finally speaking up. Ethan looks at her as if he’s just now remembering that she’s been in the room the entire time. “What happened that caused this much animosity?”

Leland’s kidney disease wasn’t a major secret. Most medical personnel that worked at Edenbrook and the larger Boston area remember the huge media blitz, and all of the pomp and circumstance surrounding his hospitalization early last year. And the official story is Leland got a kidney from a family member who wished to keep their identity a secret from the public, and everyone ate it up.

Only a handful of people know the truth. That a few well placed phone calls and dollars exchanged got Leland to the top of the donor list within a day, stealing a second chance from the true person at the top of the list: a 14 year old girl.

“So long as there is breath in my body, Leland Bloom and his ilk will never get an ounce of respect from me, and I’ll just leave it at that,” Ethan says cooly. “And that’s all you need to know, Dr. Proctor.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just saying man, Bloom is petty,” Tobias adds. “Men like him, who think the rest of us should bow at their feet, don’t take kindly to getting told off, especially in public. Underneath the billions is a tiny ass, fragile ego. Can you just keep a low profile and be quiet for the next day or two, so Bloom doesn’t dismantle this team?”

“I’ll be as cordial as Bloom is,” is what Ethan settles upon. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

The only thing that can rival Ethan’s intelligence is his stubbornness. Tobias knows it’s the best he’s going to get out of Ethan, so he relents. “Okay.”

“Good. Now can we get back to work and stop talking about Bloom?”

His team nods and Ethan sighs in relief.. They still have a chance to turn things around and actually have a good day.

They fall into a productive routine, tossing around different theories, sharing research and narrowing down ideas. Too bad that only lasts for about half an hour before there’s a knock at the office door. A few seconds later, Naveen pokes his head in.

Ethan smiles because part of him was expecting Leland to show up again. “Naveen, this is a nice surprise! Don’t tell me you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”

Naveen laughs good-naturedly at his mentee. “Not quite.”

“Well what brings you down here?”

“I wanted to talk to you for a second, Ethan,” Naveen says.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. It’s not about me, it’s work related. Team related news, that I wanted to tell you personally,” Naveen explains, fully entering the office. “Is there any way I could steal you for a few minutes?”

“If it involves the team, I think we can have the conversation here. Is this about my...spirited discussion with Leland?”

“No, it’s about the case you’re working on.”

“Now I know we don’t usually work on cases for this long, and we’re working on it.”

“I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Leland has some concerns about how long it’s taking you guys to treat this patient, and he told me that he wants to outsource some extra help to speed things along.”

“No thank you.”

“He’s already made phone calls. I’m just here to give you a heads up about who he picked.”

“A heads up?” Ethan scoffs and rolls his eyes. Who on earth could Leland think of reaching out to that Ethan would need a warning about? “Who is he asking for? Mendoza from MK? Catherine Morgan from Stanford? The Boogeyman?”

“I don’t think I’ve reached Boogeyman levels of infamy. Well, at least not yet.”

The voice makes the hair on the back of Ethan’s neck stand up. It’s a voice he hasn’t heard in close to three years, one that he thought he’d never hear again.

His eyes snap up, locking with the large brown ones staring back at him, and all of the breath leaves his lungs at once. The last time he looked into these eyes, they weren’t full of humor like they are now, but pure fire. His chest constricts, inhaling suddenly the most difficult task in the world.

The entire room goes silent, everyone watching as Ethan and the woman stay locked in their staring contest. Isabelle’s eyes dart back and forth, hoping someone can clue her into what’s going on, but Naveen, Harper and Tobias offer zero assistance.

Isabelle takes the quiet time to appraise the stranger. She’s petite, almost a foot shorter than Ethan even with her sky high Jimmy Choos on. The second thing that catches her attention is the mess of dark curly hair spilling over her shoulders, and the amused smirk on her face, like a cat that got the canary.

The woman breaks eye contact with Ethan to look past his shoulder. “Harper, Tobias, hello. Long time no see.”

When he regains the ability to speak, Ethan grits out, “Naomi, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I got an interesting call from Leland Bloom this morning, saying that the diagnostics team was in dire need of some assistance on a particularly difficult case. Within the hour, his private helicopter was picking me up.”

Ethan takes a sterling’s breath and silently counts to 3 before talking again. “I’m not working with you.”

“You don’t have a choice. Not unless you quit.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Drama was never a good look on you, darling, I was always better suited for it.” She turns her attention to the young resident gawking at her, turning on her megawatt smile. “You’re new. I don’t know you.”

“Um, n-no you don't. I’m Dr. Isabelle Proctor.”

“Isabelle,” Naomi repeats slowly, letting it roll off of her tongue. “What a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Dr. Naomi Ramsey.”

The last name catches her attention. Her eyes flicker over to Ethan’s face, catching the way his jaw ticks as female Dr. Ramsey talks.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head as I talk, so I’ll clear things up for you right quick,” Naomi continues. “No, the last name thing isn’t a coincidence. I’m Ethan’s ex-wife." She sticks out a hand for Isabelle to shake. "Nice to meet you.”

~v~

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Pod Fic: 1988

I like to listen to podfics a lot. And I’m prone to listen to the long ass ones. This post consist of my ablosute favourite Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews podfics. Most of those I have downloaded to my phone and I listened to them too many times, to the point that whole lines pop in my mind from time to time, with the exact way the nerator said them. Every story there is really is the best. I hope you’d enjoy it. 

-[Podfic of] This Love Is Be and End All, by exmanhater, 22:17 minutes

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Because of an blackhawks book club competition, Jonny goes to the local library and there he meets librarin Patrick.

-[Podfic of] For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by exmanhater, 23:39 minutes

[Original written work: For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by ingenius, 3,966 words]  

Times when Patrick cried during sex. I really like their relationship in this.

-[Podfic] fight or run, you're just getting older, by AshesandGhost, 28:36 minutes

[The written work is not available]

Beta Patrick imprinted on human Jonny as his alpha within the first week of meeting him. The story is about him trying to cope with that.

-5 things everyone really didn't need to know about kaner and tazer's sex life, thanks by grim_lupine [Podfic] , by Rhea314 (Rhea), 37:33 minutes

[The written work is not available]

the team finds way too much about Patrick and Jonathan’s sex life.

-a light-handed approach to regulation by hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:37:19 hours

[Original written work: a light-handed approach to regulation, by hazel, 34,078 words]

Alpha Patrick is drafted to the team with Omega Jonny. It leads to a lot of false assumptions. 

-[Podfic] Highly Sticked, by marianas, 21:38 minutes

[Original written work: Highly Sticked, by orphan_account, 3,984 words]

Patrick wants to measure the team’s packages, but mainly he wants to measure Jonny’s.

-It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by Svmadelyn [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:33:21 hours

[Original written work: It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes, by svmadelyn, 34,053 words]

Patrick kane has feeling for Jonny, he tries to fuck them away.

-Like Other Girls, by smoulderandbraids, 01:33:30 hours

[Original written work: Like Other Girls, by BlackEyedGirl, 14,212 words]

This amazing fic is about pat and her relationship with the media and the team. I really recommand listening to the podfic version. Special guests: girl!Sidney Crosby, girl!Tyler Seguin.

There is also a fanart for this fic that I think is fabulous: Like Other Girls art, by essouffle

-[Podfic of] Savoy Truffle, by thisissirius, 47:02 minutes

[Original written work is not available. There is another Podfic version that I did not listened to it, if you are interested]

Patrick goes back to baking after madison, Jonny found his secret and enjoyed it since.

-Say It With Flowers by Hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 47:33 minutes

[Original written work: say it with flowers , by hazel, 6,741 words]

Patrick can speak to flowers. 

-Scattered Pieces of My Mind [Podfic] , by speakingwosound (sev313), 02:28:16 hours

[Original written work: Scattered Pieces of My Mind, by orphan_account, 22,581 words]

 after a gay sex tape scandal Patrick gets traded to the Pittsburgh Penguins.

- [Podfic] Tour de Force, by marianas, 02:09:26 hours

[Original written work is not available]

Patrick writes a book during the offseason after the madison incident. This book became a smashing hit. I love this story so much, and what I liked the most about it is the writing process of Patrick.

-yet we will make him run [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:14:06 hours

[Orignal written work is not available]

Lit major Patrick kane befriends the captain of The Chicago Blackhawks. This fic is amazing, I love this story so much and I heard the whole fic so many times.

-Keep You On My Arm [PODFIC], by bessyboo, 39:17 minutes

[Original written work: Keep You On My Arm, by rsadelle, 6,732 words]

The team started to go to gay bars. Jonathan keeps pretending to be Patrick’s boyfriend.

-Drawing Lines In The Palm of Your Hand [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 02:21:03 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore] 

The story follows genderqueer Pat. This story was really interesting. 

-Shot right through with a bolt of blue by mermaid [podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 05:32:04 hours

[Original written work: Shot right through with a bolt of blue, by mermaid, 54,722 words]

When Jonny is a little kid he discovered that he could shoot fire out of his eyes, ever since he tried to bury it deep inside.

-Our Family or Whatever by Rsadelle [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 09:56 minutes

[Original written work: Our Family or Whatever , by rsadelle, 1,550 words]

Jonny finds out that Patrick is a dad, and he helps him with the child

-we like to get our kicks in this one way [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:16:15 hours

[Orignal written work: we like to get our kicks in this one way, by nebulia, 21,929 words (5 works)]

This is a collection of stories from girls of the NHL. The first few parts are about Patrick/Jonny.

-[Podfic of] According to Plan, by exmanhater, 14:41 minutes

[Original written work: According to Plan , by rsadelle, 2,546 words]

Patrick needs to speak to Jonny about their life plan.

-[Podfic] chicago is so two years ago, by AshesandGhost, 46:26 minutes

[Original written work: chicago is so two years ago, by Fireblasts, 8,839 words]

Jonahan and Patrick both adopted a dog at the same day, and named it after the other. That leads to freaky stuff.

-[Podfic of] Write Our Names On the Wall, by exmanhater, 01:31:55 hours 

[Original written work: Write Our Names On the Wall, by twentysomething, 15,995 words]  

always a girl Patrick and Jonathan start to sleep together. It’s eventually leads to feelings.

-[Podfic of] The Limited Circle, by exmanhater, 34:09 minutes

[Original work is not available anymore]

Jonny is an introvert, Patrick doesn’t mind that at all. The intimacy there is really good.

-[Podfic of] Space Kaner, by exmanhater, 18:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Star Trek! AU. You don’t need to know anything about Star Trek. The story is really funny and light-hearted.

-[Podfic] You Give Love a Bad Name, by AshesandGhost, 20:59 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Jonny is a sex-column consulted. He have a crush for the worker in his go-to sex shop.

-[Podfic of] Dealing with Dragons (Hockey RPF Style), by exmanhater, 13:20 minutes

 [Original written work: Dealing with Dragons AU, by orphan_account]

When Patrick needs to marry he runs away and started to live with a dragon. This story is humorous and fun.

-[Podfic of] something old, something new, by exmanhater, 01:51:24 hours

[Original written work: something old, something new, by longtime_lurker, 19,419 words]

Always a girl! Patty takes teammate Jonny to her sister’s wedding to save face. 

-[Podfic of] our song is the way you laugh, by exmanhater, 59:06 minutes

[Original written work: our song is the way you laugh, by orphan_account, 9,951 words]

In order to get up on Sharpy, Jonny convinces Patrick to fake a relationship with him.

-[Podfic of] Racy, by exmanhater, 31:50 minutes

[Original written work: Racy, by Lenore, 5,245 words]

After an ill-advised decision of drunk Patrick, he can’t look in Jonny’s direction without thinking of that said decision.

-[Podfic of] three hundred sandwiches, by exmanhater, 01:25:18 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick is making three hundred sandwiches for Jonny, maybe then he would get his man. 

-[Podfic of] Somewhere Only We Know, by exmanhater, 02:17:00 hours

[Original written work: Somewhere Only We Know, by jezziejay, 21,705 words]

Patrick is having an existential criris on his 28 birthday. I love the feelings in this story and the pacing.

-[Podfic of] Kiss and Ride on the CTA, by exmanhater, 52:39 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick hates the regular guy he sees on his mornin comute. Ben Smith took it upon himself to change it. 

-[Podfic of] the days are young, by exmanhater, 42:49 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

After the 2010 Olympic Patrick feels like Jonny is hiding something from him, he tries to figure out what.

 -[Podfic of] The slowest spark is a breather, by exmanhater, 13:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

When Patrick was in the bathroom Sharpy dicked around in his phone contacts. This leads to an embarrassing situation.

-[Podfic of] Orbital Resonance, by exmanhater, 07:39:08 hours

[Original written work: Orbital Resonance, by joyfulseeker & thefourofswords, 80,825 words]

Patrick and Jonny started to have threesomes with different girls. This leads to feelings and more.

-[Podfic] I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by RsCreighton, 01:43:36 hours

[Original written work: I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by textbookchoices, 14,746 words]

Patrick wants to be in Jonny’s pack when they grew up. In order to do that he would have to be a beta. This story is so good and emotional.

-[Podfic] Black Lettering, by RsCreighton, 01:09:18 hours

[Original written work: Black Lettering, by textbookchoices, 10,472 words]

name-on-the-wrist soulmate au.

-[Podfic of] Sign it with your heart, by exmanhater, 56:22 minutes

[The original written work is not available for now]

High school AU where nerd Patrick started to tutor Jock Jonny.

-[Podfic of] you ruined everything in the best way, by exmanhater, 01:30:23 hours

[Original written work: you ruined everything in the best way, by thisissirius, 14,663 words]

When Brendon is de-aged into a kid it’s up to Patrick and Jonny to take care of him. This leads to different decisions.

 -[Podfic of] call it magic, by exmanhater, 59:22 minutes

[Original written work: call it magic, by thundersquall, 10,640 words]

Patrick is turned into a faerie.

GOOD LISTENING TO EVERYONE!

[nuttyrabbit]

Giovanni Conti Bio

“Nutty, are you only going to show up to post about Archie Sonic and your OCs?” Yes, yes I am

Anyways, I decided to throw together a quick bio for Gambit’s dad because hey I figured his stuff out and I’m doing shit with him now.

Shoutouts to @pidgeonspen​ for doing his design for me.

Anyways, as always, everything’s under the readmore

Name: Giovanni Conti (Real name Brando Romilla)

Age: Approximately 50 years old

Height: 3'4"

Occupation: Auto mechanic/Conman

Location: Unknown, last confirmed sighting in Westopolis. Originally born in Lugaio, Spagonia.

Sexuality: Bisexual, though greatly prefers women to the point of denying any male attraction

Personality: Giovanni's personality is what one would expect from a seasoned conman: charismatic, self-serving, and conniving, the weasel finds success in his trade thanks to his natural talent in dealing with others. To his victims, Giovanni appears to be a charming, compassionate, smooth-talking individual who seems to go out of his way to help others in their time of need. But of course it's all a farce, a way to con unsuspecting victims out of their hard-earned cash. In reality, the man formerly known as Brando Romilla is the exact opposite. A selfish, grumpy, and temperamental weasel "behind the scenes", Giovanni finds himself unwilling to engage with the world around him outside of whatever con he's cooked up or to get out of whatever mess he's gotten himself into this time.

Giovanni's most defining personality trait however, isn't his sardonic attitude or his smoothtalking ways, but instead his paranoia.  Giovanni has spent the majority of his life on the run and it shows.  He often finds himself looking over his shoulder both figuratively and quite literally, hoping that his latest victim hasn't found out about him or that the law or the mafia or whoever he's crossed hasn't tracked him down to enact their revenge.  As such, Giovanni is extremely hesitant to give out his name unless absolutely necessary for the con, even going so far as to make up fake names in emergency situations, though the truth eventually comes out.  In addition, he trusts absolutely nobody and almost always looks for a way to backstab/escape any sort of partnership he's found himself on the receiving end of, willing or otherwise.

All of this being said, it isn't *all* bad for Giovanni personality-wise, for when the weasel finds something he actually likes, one can see a softer, more eager side of him come out. Despite his professed hatred of his previous job, Giovanni has a rather deep appreciation for the intricacies of vehicles and vehicle repairs, even going so far as to sneak into antique car shows to gawk at the new vehicles and reminisce about the "good old days" before it "got so complicated" in terms of technology. Oddly enough, he also loves vinyl.

Skills: Giovanni is of course, an incredibly skilled con-man, imploying a variety of cons and scams to trick people out of their money, ranging from simple "tourist trap" tricks such as "no change", "toll booth", and "free gift", to more complicated ones such as "flat tire" schemes and even reselling stolen/counterfeit items at a significantly marked up price.  His variety in terms of cons is helped by his ability to sell them thanks to his smooth-talking charismatic persona that he puts on during them.  As a result of his occupation he's also extremely adept at pointing out other cons/knowing when he's being duped.  Not only that, but he's even picked up some basic lockpicking/hotwiring and ID forging skills, though they aren't quite as honed as his other talents in the area.

Surprisingly enough, again despite his professed dislike of his childhood job, Giovanni is an incredibly skilled mechanic, being able to assess the issues with (mostly older) vehicles just from a few minutes of observation and testing alone and fixing it in record times. OF course he'll complain about how he's "too fuckin' old" for it, but he'll do a damn good job...and even enjoy himself somewhat.   He claims he would be unable to work on "new-fangled" vehicles such as Extreme Gear but if he were to get the chance, would find that he'd be a natural at it.

Likes: Antique vehicles, wine, the feeling when he pulls of a con, vinyl records, fresh pressed suits, rare steak, expensive cigars, older women, working on antique vehicles.

Dislikes: The law, organized crime outfits, his ex-wife, his kid, getting caught, prison, cheap beer, "new" technology, people who talk too much, his grandfather, working on vehicles (his relationship with auto repair is..complicated), staying in one place for too long.

Backstory: Brando Rombilla was born into anything but normalcy:  born to a pair of younger Spagonian lovers, the result of a tryst gone wrong, he was abandoned on the steps of his paternal grandfather, the widowed mechanic Angelo Rombilla, who would raise the weasel as his own.

Angelo was an old, stubborn, hardworking man who had spent his entire life toiling away as a mechanic, even coming to own his own shop...yet despite it all, he never quite had a lot to show for it, and Brando grew up in not quite poverty, but in...less than modest means

Despite this...unusual situation, Brando would, at least for a time, grow up as any other child would, going to school, making friends, and living as a normal Spagonian child would--at least until he hit the age of 12-13, where his father suddenly and inexplicably ground his childhood to a halt, pulling him out of school and telling him that he was going to be a "working man" from now on, that he'd have to help out at the shop and help put food at the table--and that is indeed what happened.

From then on, Brando found himself working at the modest repair shop, working the front desk, doing oil changes, and learning the ins and outs of auto repair--and he fucking hated it.

Not just because he'd been robbed of the experiences his peers were getting, but it served as a constant reminder of the (at least to him) pathetic conditions in which they lived and worked. In addition, it only served to exacerbate his sheer irritation at his father's stubbornness and near-perfectionist standards.

But over time, as he aged and saw his peers move on to bigger and better things, he realized something else: all this work, all this "good, honest, hard" work he'd been doing, that his grandfather had been doing, that he wanted him to inherit, it was getting them nowhere

The both of them spent years and years doing the same shit over and over, and they were no better off than when they'd started. They still lived like shit, ate like shit, and worked like dogs, and the idea of doing this his entire life revolted him.  Yet when he'd bring this up, he'd just get shouted down, beaten down, and told to get back to work. He loathed it all.

Then one day, around the time Giovanni hit 19--it all changed. In a moment of what his grandfather would call laziness and what Brando would later call ingenuity, he accidentally charged a customer for something they hadn't done--and with it, more money than he should've had.  It suddenly hit him, his way out, his way to actually do something about all of this. It started off slow, an overcharge here, a useless job done there, a job not done this way or that, even some front product sold off of lies.  Before Brando knew it, the shop was actually making money for once, and more than that, he was making money.  And the best part was, that for once, Angelo seemed like he didn't have a stick up his ass. He seemed...happy, over the moon really that things had begun to look up.  Things seemed to finally be getting better!

....until Angelo caught Brando in the act, after which the mother of all shouting matches ensued, of the grandson and grandfather screaming at each other about this and that, about everything--and saw Brando being thrown out of the shop, out of his grandfather's home--and out of his life

Out on his ass with only the money he'd pocketed and the clothes on his back to his name, Brando  by all rights should have been terrified about his future, livid about what had happened, but instead he found himself excited. Now that his grandpappy or his stupid shop wasn't a problem anymore, he could finally do something with himself, and he knew exactly what that'd be--putting to use the same bullshittery that'd gotten him here to begin with.

And so the young weasel found himself hopping all over Spagonia, honing his craft. Whether it be through  pinching wares from stores and selling them nearby at an outrageously hiked price,  snatching and selling bootleg items, or even using his mechanic skills to craft "wonder items" that were quite literally just old scrapyard junk,  Brando soon became quite adept at the art of the con.  However, with that adeptness came attention, and with that attention came the watchful eye of the law, which attempted to crack down on the weasel multiple times as he traveled about Spagonia.

Soon enough, his face and name were plastered on wanted signs, in local papers, and in time, he couldn't run any longer, finally being booked on fraud charges and placed in prison for ~ 3 years at the age of 22.   Upon getting out,  Brando realized that he couldn't exactly do his work here anymore, lest he get thrown back in for good.

But Soleanna wasn't exactly appealing either, especially since the SPD were notorious for cracking down on fraudsters.  He was at a loss at what to do, until he managed to catch a TV broadcast talking about Empire City and it hit him- EC would be the perfect place to disappear and get a fresh start.  It was big, it was far away, and it was full of suckers just waiting to be parted with their money Forging himself a new identity (quite literally) as "Giovanni Conti" , he smuggled himself on board a ship and soon found himself in Empire City, where he almost immediately got to work--and found the results to be not what he expected

While the toursts were complete suckers as expected, the residents were anything but, and he found himself on the run from the law once more--and in addition, the various criminal orgs that made their homes there and had no tolerance for being scammed.   Needless to say, the whole thing frustrated him, and with no other way to vent his frustrations, he turned to drinking, and with it, found himself at a small bar in downtown EC, drinking away his frustrations...and chatting up an equally frustrated, and rather attractive young woman. He didn't catch her last name, but certainly caught her first- Artemis

What should have just been a simple one night tryst suddenly got a lot more complicated once the young woman had tracked him down almost a week  later with some soul-crushing news: She was pregnant, and it was almost certainly by him.  To make matters worse, Artemis was an up and coming politician, someone in the running for the EC City Council, and she would be DAMNED if it came out that she got knocked up in a one night stand, that would ruin her career! Despite Giovanni's attempts at arguing otherwise, she also insisted on keeping the child, claiming that if word got out she got rid of it, it would ruin her career. Threatening to hand him over to authorities, she blackmailed him into sticking by her side for the following 9 months, appearing in front of the cameras as a pictureesque pair of parents-to-be, Artemis embracing the newfound attention and Giovanni absolutely loathing all the eyes on him, and not only that, but also moving in together to her (admittedly) lavish apartment.

This continued up on through the end of the pregnancy and into the birth of their son, who Artemis named "Tai", a (perhaps ironic) homage to an old Apotosian patron of Luck.  From then, things continued normally, well as least as normal as could be for the unwitting parents-to-be, up until the child was around a year old, when Artemis went on a sudden vacation.  Left alone with the child and feeling helplessly trapped, Giovanni contemplated making a break for it, perhaps faking his own death and figuring out the details later, when a hooded figure burst into the home and attempted to shoot both him and the child dead.  Through a near-miraculous stroke of luck though, the intruder's gun jammed, giving Giovanni the chance to brandish a knife and stab them in the jugular.  His heart pounding, his mind racing, Giovanni quickly put two and two together: someway, somehow, Artemis had tried to get the two of them whacked.  Quickly disposing of the body and without really thinking about it, Giovanni grabbed the child and made a break for it, bolting from the apartment and leaving Empire City under cover of darkness, trying to make sure he left no trace that he had left--or was even still alive.

Soon arriving in Westopolis, Giovanni and Tai found a small apartment to squat in for the time being. Quickly settling in, Giovanni quickly fell back into his old ways, and found the people of Westopolis far more vulnerable to his schemes than in EC. Still, the weasel wasn't happy. His "new start" that he'd hoped for had fallen apart before it'd even gotten the chance to get off the ground because of *her*, Artemis. Giovanni's frustration gnawed away at him--not helped by the tiny weasel at home, his little boy--the *mistake* that'd gotten him into this mess.   He often found himself verbally and physically taking out his frustrations on young Tai, even more so when it turned out the little brat wasn't even good enough to help him on cons.  He wished he could get rid of the little bastard once and for all, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to kill him despite his best efforts.

Years went by, but nothing truly changed for the pair, until young Tai was 8 years old and Giovanni found himself on the bad end of a con gone wrong, having inadvertently found himself attempting to swindle an undercover cop.  Rushing back to the apartment he and Tai shared, he quickly grabbed whatever tools he could and attempted to disappear, leaving the young Tai behind for good.

Throwing himself out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire, Giovanni had managed to disappear and evade the cops---and run right into one of his "victims": "Downtown" Ebony Hare--a "made man" in the Carnades, one of the major local outfits--and someone who he'd given a shoddy brake job.  Ebony recognized the weasel almost immediately and motioned to off him for messing up his car, but after Giovanni pleaded for his life, Ebony spared him-- on the condition that he work off his "debts" to him and the Carnades.

Faced with either paying his dues or paying with his life, Giovanni made the obvious choice and ended up doing quite a few small jobs for Ebony over the course of the next decade and change (approx  13 years) not only fixing his car but also fixing the other vehicles in the outfit--and giving a disgustingly large portio nof the proceeds from his other "work" directly to Ebony.  Once again, Giovanni was trapped doing the very thing he'd been stuck doing since childhood and not only that, but also indebted to a mobster who had no intention of letting him go.  He desperately tried to find a way out, but it was to no avail--until a near miraculous stroke of "luck".

The Black Arms invasion decimated a significant portion of Mobius, especially Northamer, and no place found itself worse off than Westopolis. For most living there, it seemed like the end times as  the city burned around them. But for Giovanni, it was an opportunity to finally disappear--and never come back.

The invasion soon ended, the repairs soon begun, and the Carnades began to operate once more--but Giovanni was nowhere to be found. Despite a thorough search of the city, the weasel had just...vanished, presumably killed by the aliens or escaping to parts unknown after.  

Giovanni's current location is unknown and those who know of him believe him to be dead, but there have been some apparent sightings of the aged con-man.  Some say they've seen him on the outskirts of Sand Blast City, others say they've seen him working his trade with another individual down in the Southern Baronies, and some even say that he's still in Westopolis, working his craft, and sticking close to the headquarters of the East Side Pack, a noted rival of the Carnades.

[sweethq]

♡ how you became friends with them // headcanon

𑁍 Characters: Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Kōshi

»»—Trigger warning(s): none—-««

➶ Genre: hmmm fluff?

-ˏˋ A/N: i’m an absolute hoe for all of them, I just had to put them in the same post ˊˎ-

Click here for part 1!

your nephew’s friends were going to the park to play volleyball and he wouldn’t stop begging you to take him

both of his parents were at work, forcing you to keep an eye on the little booger

all you wanted to do was stay home and watch terrible reality shows

but you decided to be nice and grant him his wish

besides, it would be nice to leave the house every once and awhile lol

when you got to the park you saw your nephew’s friends playing volleyball with a guy who was definitely not their age

“do you know that guy?” you ask the young one standing next to you, hoping that the older boy in the distance wasn’t some creep that was preying on children

“yeah, that’s _____’s uncle. he’s really good at volleyball so he likes to come and show off”

what kind of grown ass man would want to show off his skills to a bunch of 9 year olds lmao

you didn’t question it any further and took a seat on a nearby bench while your nephew ran to his friends

after about two minutes of scrolling through your phone, your nephew returns

“tooru wants you to come play volleyball with us”

“did you tell him that i don’t know anything about volleyball?”

“yup. come on, let’s go”

deadass pulls your phone out of your hand, grabs your arm, and drags you over to the group

he was freakishly strong for his age

“hi! i’m tooru, what’s your name?”

“uh, i’m y/n”

“cool! do you want to play volleyball with us?”

“do i have a choice?”

“nope!”

he quickly goes over the gist of the game and shows you how to position your arms for a receive and how to spike the ball

honestly most of it went through one ear and out the other, but you nodded as if you understood everything he was saying

you finally started the mock match, you and tooru on opposing sides

first play into the game, tooru serves it (at like 30% power from his usual serves) and it’s coming straight for you

instead of taking a step backwards so you can receive it, you just stare at it until it hits you dead in the face hAAA

all of the kids started laughing while tooru stood there in shock

who would’ve known this would be the start to an amazing friendship

we all know, math is FREAKING HARD

and the fact that you had to learn about imaginary numbers irked the hell out of you

they don’t even exist, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS

but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it

your teacher could see you visibly struggling with this lesson, even seeing that you nearly failed one of your quizzes

she pulled you to the side after class one day and told it to you straight

“if you don’t get a B on this next test, you’re going to have to retake this class”

“y-you expect me to get a B?!!!?!?!?!?”

yeah the rest of the day you were depressed lol

how in the world were you supposed to magically understand all of the material within the next week?

that’s where smartboi!kuroo comes along

he approaches you during lunch, taking the empty seat in front of you

you just kinda 👁️👄👁️

“hi so i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with our math teacher. i can help you if you want. i don’t know if you know this, but i’m kinda good at math”

he gave you one of his infamous smirks, making you scoff

you had never talked to kuroo before, but he had a reputation around school for being arrogant and cold

“please tell me why i would want help from you?”

“because if you don’t get help then you’re probably going to fail this class and have to retake it, and we both know that’s not what you want.”

you hate that he’s right

“ugh fine”

over the course of that week you and kuroo hung out every day after school

and you found out that he’s nothing like what people say he is, he’s just a big nerd

you start to become fond of him, liking how patient he is with you and how much effort he’s putting into your tutoring sessions

by the end of the week, you’re actually able to call him a friend

and you got a B on the test :p

you were not a morning person

you were the type or person that needed to set 50 alarms in the morning just so you’d wake up for school

unfortunately, sometimes 50 alarms still isn’t enough to keep you from falling back asleep

one morning, you closed your eyes after turning off your alarm, knowing that another one will go off in 10 minutes. I’ll get up then, you tell yourself

what you didn’t know is that the alarm you turned off happened to be the last one

you wandered back to sleep and waited for the alarm that never went off

when you woke up, you checked your phone and saw that you were most definitely running late

you quite literally jumped out of bed and threw on your uniform and shoes before grabbing your backpack and running out the door

you didn’t even bother grabbing something to eat or checking the weather, two things you usually did every morning

you sprinted towards the bus stop, hoping that you didn’t just miss it and have to wait for another

but of course, as you’re approaching, you see the bus depart

and, to make matters even better, it was starting to rain

you made your way to the bus stop, standing under the small roof for shelter from the rain, staring at the bus that was slowly getting smaller

you sigh loudly while taking out your phone, finding the bus schedule only to see that the next one won’t be coming for another 20 minutes

school starts in 15, which is around the same time it would take to run there

but at this point, it wasn’t just raining, it was absolutely downpouring. but what choice did you have?

you prepared yourself to ruin into the rain, but before you could leave the shelter of the roof above you, a cold hand grabbed onto your wrist

you turned around to see sugawara, a boy who was in your third period class

he reached into his backpack and pulled out an umbrella before handing it to you

“here, use this. if you run to school in this weather, you might catch a cold”

“no, that’s okay. if i take this, then you might catch a cold. plus, it’s your umbrella, you should use it”

he laughed before grabbing your hand and placing the umbrella in it

before you could protest, he pulled his hood over his head and ran into the rain

you were dumbfounded, but decided not to waste any more time and make your way to school

you returned his umbrella to him when you saw him in class, and bought him lunch as a thank you

found out that you guys live in the same direction, and decided to walk to and from school together

now you don’t need 50 alarm clocks, knowing that suga will beat ur ass if you’re not ready to leave by the time he gets to your house lol

it was the week before finals, so you were doing the same thing that most students were doing

pulling all nighters at the library and drinking way too much coffee

it was approximately 2:30 in the morning when you were approaching the last class you needed to study for

the problem was, you had left your textbook for that class at home (freaking idiot)

thankfully for you, the library had one in stock that you could borrow for free

you wandered around the building that was surprisingly empty

on most days, every seat would be filled regardless of the time, everyone wanting to cram as much knowledge into their heads before their big exams

you finally found the section you were looking for and started scouting the bookshelves for the textbook you desired

after a solid 10 minutes of grazing through hundreds of books, your eyes finally fall onto the one you’ve been looking for

the only problem was

it was on the top shelf

and you were definitely not tall enough to reach it

but were you going to ask someone to help you get the book like a normal person?

of course not

no, the only logical answer to this problem would to be to climb the bookcase and use the tips of your finger to hopefully bring the book into your grasp

so that’s what you did,,,, kinda

the book was just out of your reach, so you started to swat at it like a cat, hoping the momentum would make your reach a tad longer

and it did!

but instead of you grabbing the book, your arm decided to fling it off the shelf

and right onto the head of a pretty boy who happened to be standing right beneath you

“oh my god are you oka-” *falls off the bookcase*

you were surprisingly able to land on your feet, but you twisted your ankle in the process

“are you okay?” akaashi asked, seeing the pain flash in your eyes

“I should be asking you that, i just dropped my book on your head :(“

akaashi was definitely not planning on spending his friday night in a nurses office with some clumsy person that drops books on people’s heads

and he definitely didn’t appreciate having to be checked for a concussion when he could be using this valuable time for studying

but when he was given the all clear and your ankle was wrapped, you offered him your last onigiri as a peace offering

instantly forgets about the whole incident and becomes a happy puppy

you find out that you guys are studying for the same class so decide to combine your brains and study together

study buddies 4 life!

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I FEEL YOU (WINTERIRON)

Soulmate AU where the other half of the couple feels pain in the same place where the other is hurt. [1.4k words]

People are connected, in a way or the other. Someone, or something, bigger has a specific plan for everyone and if this something wants two people to be together, those two are bound to meet. Sometimes, the connection is obvious to the eyes of everyone, sometimes it's so subtle that goes unnoticed even by the eyes of the people involved. And this is exactly the case. For Bucky and Tony, their connection manifested in pain, which is kind of ironic. If one was hurt, the other would feel the same pain. It's romantic, in a way, sharing the same pain. Well, for Bucky, it wasn't. One just knows when the connection happens. Everyone around him had already had sings or even had already found their soulmate, the person to spend the rest of their life with. But Bucky was already 25, leaving for war and hadn't received a sign yet. And he didn't receive one for another 25 years. During his Hydra time, in the few moments when Bucky was still Bucky, remembering every action he did as the Winter Soldier and not having received a sign that his soulmate existed, the only thing he felt was not guilt or anger, but fear that no one could love him. But the day he knew he had a soulmate eventually came. It was 1971 and he was out on a mission for Hydra, he was sitting in the helicarrier, lightly napping when he felt like something hit his forehead. He didn't notice at the time but as soon as he snapped back to his real self, he realised how weird it was. And for some reason, he just knew that that was the sign that he had a soulmate. He did the math, the signs appeared when Bucky was approximately 50. His soulmate had been either really careful his entire life or they were really, really young. For Tony, signs of that connection appeared right away. Of course, he was not conscious of them. But the pain little Tony felt for most of his life, was enormous. And no one could get him. He would be in class or playing with his friends and he would fell like a thousand needles performed his face or a burning sensation around his shoulder. Clearly, nothing was happening to Tony. His parents had him checked by the best doctors, but he was perfectly fine. Eventually, he grew understanding that those non-existing symptoms, were his soulmate's very real pains. And every time they happened, his blood froze in his veins thinking bout the horrors he mush live everyday. For Bucky it was a bit different, kind of funny actually. The pain his soulmate usually felt was to him a just a tickle, and when he was himself again, he realised that his soulmate, for some reasons, was always hurting his left hand, so much that sometimes Bucky forgot that he didn't have a left arm of his own. Bucky and Tony met, not knowing they were each other soulmates and the moment was definitely not the right time for that discovery. In the heat of the moment, they both couldn't pay attention to the coincidental situation, being too busy trying to survive. They were in Siberia. How the situation got that much out of hand was...awful. Steve had a reputation for getting himself into fights he couldn't win. They were two super soldier against Iron Man, the Iron Man, but, however the fight ended, it was going to be a loss. Even if he prevailed, which he did, he was going to lost a friend, several friends. Bucky was laying on the cold concrete floor of the Hydra facility, Tony had blasted his arm away. Steve was fighting, or at least he was trying to protect himself, he was more likely getting his ass kicked. Steve stood up, stumbling, tying to gain a little bit of balance. He breathed heavily, bringing his fists in front of him. "I can do this all day" he panted. That was Steve catchphrase and Bucky knew that. He hated it, it usually meant nothing good and for once he could do something to help Steve in advance. He dragged himself across the floor and, as son as Tony got ready to blast Steve, he grabbed his leg. Tony turned around, kicking Bucky in the face. Before Tony's old feel the same pain Bucky felt, Steve lifted him up and threw on the floor, trying to destroy his mask, before with

his fists and then with the shield. The mask finally broke, leaving Tony's bloody face free. Steve lifted the shield right above Tony's neck. Tony tried to cover his face as best as he could. Bucky looked at the two superheroes fighting. He was in a great deal of pain, it was not only his pain he was dealing with, but also Tony's, even though none of the had already connected the dots. Bucky was scared of hat Steve could end up doing. Steve stuck he shield on Tony's reactor, whose light slowly faded away. Bucky felt an unbearable pain going through his chest. He looked at Tony, Steve ad taken the shield away and was walking towards him to help him stand. Steve put Bucky's arm around his neck and turned, leaving the shield fall on the floor. "Steve - the pain in his chest was so piercing that it was difficult to talk- Steve please" Steve looked at Bucky in the eyes. He could recognize that puppy face look everywhere and he knew that it was something serious. "But Buck..." Bucky stood up on his own, putting his hand on Steve's shoulder. "It's ok Steve" Steve looked back at Tony. He was laying on the ground in his suit. Steve patted Bucky' shoulder and nodded before walking away. Bucky stumbled towards Tony, falling on his knees. "Tony, Tony please answer to me" Tony opened his eyes, briefly looked at Bucky and turned away. "I know I'm the last person you want to talk to right now, or ever, but you need to tell me you're alright" "I am fine" Tony answered. Bucky sighed. "No you're not. I feel you Tony, I feel your pain" he said caressing his hair.

Weeks passed from that day in Siberia, Bucky was back in New York with Tony, locked in his room, wondering about Tony. He had wrapped his mind around the idea of Tony being his soulmate and couldn't stop thinking that his soulmate was literally in the next room but he was more distant than ever. Hell, why would Tony ever want to have something to do with his parents' killer. None of them had heard from Steve yet and Bucky couldn't help but wondering where Steve might be. He had finally found his best friend again and decided to let him go because his heart told him to stay with his soulmate, who was not even close to the idea of forgiving him. Bucky was laying on his bed in the Avengers tower, his metal arm still broken, throwing a ball in the air when he heard knocking. "Come in" Tony opened the door and shyly walked in. He sat on the chair next to the bed. "So..." "So" said Bucky, sitting up. "You said...you said I'm your soulmate" Bucky nodded. "How?" Bucky pinched his leg. "You felt that?" Tony nodded. "We feel...we feel each other pain" Tony sat on the bed next to Bucky, putting a hand on his thigh. "I..I don't know what to say" Tony looked at the wall in front of him, remembering all the pain he felt from time to time, relieved because he finally found the reason behind the sudden pain he used to feel.   "I'm so sorry James, I cannot begin to imagine how horrible it was" Bucky shook his shoulder. "You're my soulmate" stated Tony. "I'm your soulmate" "How crazy is that?" Tony asked turning towards Bucky. Bucky scooted closer to Tony, putting a hand on his face. "Can I?" Tony nodded and Bucky pulled him closer to himself, letting their lips meet gently,a chill ran down his back. As their lips parted, Tony put a hand on the back of his head, putting their foreheads together. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling. "That was... nice" Tony whispered before Bucky pulled him back into another kiss.

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Life Saving Thoughts (Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader)

 Summary: You’re targeted by a serial killer who goes after soulmates. You and Spencer use your ability to read each other’s thoughts to save your life.

Part 1

Warnings: Violence against the reader, kidnapping, graphic descriptions of murders, typical criminal minds type stuff. Some language.

Notes: thank you to everyone that made part 1 so successful!! I decided to make a whole soulmate series!! This one is superrrr ansgty BUT the next one is going to be adorable as hell to make up for it

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist

You and Spencer were both on edge.

The case the BAU was currently on had been going for 6 days, and it felt like they weren’t anywhere closer to finding the killer. The unsub had been kidnapping young women, torturing them, then leaving their cut-out hearts on the doorsteps of their soulmates. The group had profiled that he’d be a 40-50 year old man, a narcissist, misogynist, and had probably gone through a nasty divorce with his own soulmate. There’d been 3 victims already, and if he stuck to his schedule, he’d take another woman by the end of the day.

You and Spencer have been together for nearly a year now, having gotten together once you joined the BAU. It’d been hard, learning how to deal with dating a coworker, constantly worrying about each other out in the field, and learning how to handle hearing each other’s thoughts all the time. The day you met, Spencer told you about how right after meeting, soulmate’s often couldn’t turn off the constant thoughts. He’d been right; the first few months of your relationship, you heard every thought that ran through Spencer’s head, and he heard all of yours. Eventually, you both learned how to control it, so you’d only speak into your partner’s head when you actually wanted to. 

You were especially grateful for this skill during this case, because you and Spencer couldn’t exactly act like soulmates right now. Knowing the unsub was going after soulmates, and he was likely to inject himself into the investigation, you and Spencer agreed to try and make sure no one knew who you were to each other. Hotch agreed when you’d told him; better to play it safe than sorry. Whenever either of you missed each other’s presence, the only solace you had was speaking into the other’s mind. Right now, that’s the only place your relationship could safely live.

Right now, both you and Spencer were trying to narrow down the geographical profile, desperate to figure out where he’d try and take the next victim from.

“Your ass looks great in that skirt.” The second Spencer’s thought entered your head, you turned around to give him a glare. He only smirked at you, before looking back at the map you’d put on the board. Back when you’d first started dating, Spencer had been shy about his love for you, but those days were long gone. If you hadn’t been keeping your relationship on the down-low right now, you’re sure he’d have given your ass a light slap as well.

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, you want something?” You asked aloud. It made you a little uncomfortable to be speaking out loud when it’s just the two of you. You and Spencer rarely talked when in private. 

“I’ll come with-” Your glare cut him off once again. Spencer had been trying to go everywhere with you, not wanting to leave you alone for a minute once he found out the nature of the case.

“Coworkers don’t follow each other everywhere, Spence. I’ll be fine, I promise.” You thought. 

Spencer only responded with a small nod, then spoke aloud, “Medium coffee, please. Extra sugar.” You already know his coffee order, of course, but you were surrounded by police officers walking around the station. You sent him one more reassuring thought as you walked away.

~~~

You were walking back to the local police station, two to-go cups of coffee in your hands, when you felt a presence behind you. You tried to subtly glance over your shoulder, and that’s when you saw him; you couldn’t see his face, but he was wearing a police uniform. Immediately, you reached out to Spencer, “Spence. Don’t freak out.”

“What? What’s wrong? Where are you?” Spencer replied immediately. You could feel all his anxiety, his regret for letting you out of your sight for a second.

“I’m being followed. I’m a few blocks from the station, I don’t think he knows I’m onto him yet. He’s an officer, but I didn’t get a look at his face-” Suddenly, you were hit over the head, and you were knocked out cold.

~~~

“Y/N. I don’t know if you can hear this...I don’t even know if you’re still alive. Please, if you’re listening. Give me anything. Any clue that’ll help us.”

Your head was killing you, but you faintly heard Spencer’s speaking as you woke up. You slowly took in your surroundings; it was a dark, dingy room. No windows, possibly a basement? You’re tied to a chair, and on a table next to you was a wide array of knives. You’d seen the M.E. reports, and you knew exactly how he’d use them. Assuming you’d only been knocked out for a few hours, the team had less than 48 hours to find you.

“Spence?” With your throbbing head - you’re definitely concussed - it hurt a little to send the message.

“Y/N!” You could feel Spencer’s relief flooding through him. Even though you knew he had so much to say to you, and you him, you tried to focus on getting him clues to find you.

“I’m in a basement, I think. I’m tied up, but I don’t think I’m injured. Except my head from when he knocked me out. How long have I been gone?”

“3 hours. We know who he is, and got a partial plate from a witness at the scene. We know who he is, we just don’t know where he took you.”

“Did Garcia try tracking his or my phone?”

“He left your phone at the scene, his is off. I’m so, so sorry, sweetie. Is there anything else you can see? Anything to help us?” 

You heard movement from upstairs. He’s definitely in the building, and you knew he’d be down here soon. You looked around more, for anything. Stretching your head around, you saw a map behind you - a virtual copy of the geographical profile you and Spencer had been working on at the station. This idiot had left it in the room with you, knowing that your soulmate is an FBI agent. The map marked where he’d taken each victim, and where he’d dumped the bodies. Turns out he had more victims than you’d known, because the map indicated 5 victims, not including yourself. With the additional victims, the pattern became obvious. If you connect all the dots of where the victim’s bodies were dumped, they made a heart on the map; you’re the final piece. 

Spencer was listening to your deductions as you made them, and he immediately updated his own map at the police station. They know where you are.

“We’re coming to get you now. You’re gonna be ok, I’ll be there soon.”

“Spence...if I’m his endgame...he’s not gonna go easy.”

“I know. I didn’t keep you safe earlier, but I swear on my life I’ll keep you safe now.”

The door to the basement suddenly flew open, and you snapped your head away from the map, not wanting to let on that you’d given Spencer all the resources he needed to get to you. The station couldn’t be more than 10 minutes from where you were now, less with a police siren. You just need to stay alive for the next 10 minutes.

“Talking to your little soulmate?” He said as he came down the stairs. You recognized him as one of the officers that’d been around the police station, working the case, but you couldn’t be bothered to remember his name. “How is Agent Reid?”

“Doctor.” You corrected him. Based on the glare he gave you, you probably shouldn’t have done that. His narcissism wouldn’t appreciate being corrected, especially by a woman. He stormed over to you, slapping you across the face.

“I wouldn’t talk back to me, bitch. Your death can either be very quick, or very, very slow.” Liar. You remembered the M.E. reports, which showed that he’d tortured all of the women for hours before killing them. He’s sadistic - even if you complied, he’d still torture you.

“How much longer?” You thought.

“4 minutes, 19 seconds. You’re going to be fine, please, stay strong for me Y/N.”

“Stop it!” The man’s voice stopped your short conversation with Spencer.

“Stop what?” You asked, weakly. 

“Talking to him! Soulmates, it’s a trick, it’s not real. Just because you can hear someone’s thoughts doesn’t mean you’ll live happily ever after.” He grabbed a knife from the table next to you, and began lightly dragging it across your skin, not yet drawing blood. You tried to move away from him, but the ropes were too tight. “People argue. Fall out of love. People die.” This time, he pressed harder against your thigh, cutting through your skirt and into your skin. You winced, but tried your best to not show the pain. He’s a sadist, he wants to see you in pain. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“My so-called-soulmate is on a cruise with another man right now. I hear her thoughts, I know how she feels about him. I know what they’ve done to each other. How do you think that feels? Hearing the thoughts of the person you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with when they’re whoring around with another man?” He began dragging the knife down your thigh this time, causing a long, deep cut, all the way to your knee. “I think it feels a lot like being stabbed.” He took the knife from your thigh, before slamming it into your other. This time, you cried out in pain. He only laughed, leaving the knife in your thigh as you bled out.

“Spence…” You weren’t sure if it was the pain or the blood loss, but you were definitely going to pass out. You vaguely remember hearing a door slam, yelling, and a gunshot before you closed your eyes.

~~~

“Ow.” You opened your eyes slowly, only to close them again from the blinding light. You felt someone’s hand grab yours immediately.

“Y/N?” You heard Spencer say. This time, you opened your eyes fully, and saw his beautiful face smiling back at you.

“Hey.” You said, with a smile. He let out a relieved laugh, before leaning over you and giving you a long kiss. 

“I’m never leaving your side again.” He thought as he kissed you.

“That’s fine by me.”

~~~

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