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bloodpacks-archive · 3 years

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french gardens | jumin han

warnings: sheeesh (horny) again. uhh, yeah. they uh- they do be kissin. do they fuck? no. do they think about it? uhhhh

word count: 2.3k

note: hi guys hannah keeps tempting me to write horny shit and now i’m here and idk what to do. one day i’ll go back to non-horny shit i promise i prooomise

Jumin learns to live in the rain.

It almost never rains during galas. Jumin can’t remember the last time he heard the pounding of water against windows while he spoke in the tongues of negotiations. It’s a distracting noise, but not an unpleasant one, either.

Similarly, she stands next to him, a deep wine silk dripping off of her shoulders, pooling around her waist, and barely brushing the floor. Her back is exposed to him, and he finds his hand resting there as they speak with the other executives.

Well, Jumin’s doing a great majority of the speaking. Although she’s been trying her best to learn French with him as her teacher—spending many a night with only a faint city glow to illuminate her, whispering basic sentences and phrases until her accent is just right—she’s not quite there yet. Though she loves to listen. She had told him that it was better practice anyway, that no matter how many times she wished to hear him say fille intelligente with every correct sentence, it would never be enough for her to truly know it without hearing conversation.

Now, she listens to him speak in easy French, the accent curling around his tongue and fitting easily into his mouth. It’s not the French he speaks with her, not punctuated by his breath against her ear nor is it there to accompany the quiet moonlight. It’s a sharper form of the language, dotted by formalities and practiced smiles.

He notices her gaze in the corner of his eye, the way she looks up at him with delicate eyes and the beginnings of a smile. He glances down to her when he finishes speaking, notices how she gingerly holds the glass of champagne in her fingers.

Perhaps I should buy her some champagne back home, he thinks, watching as she raises the sparkling flute to her lips, a brow raising as his eyes meet hers. He turns back to the men that stand in front of him, but rubs his thumb into the divot of her spine. He feels her relax into his moving touch, glances down again to see her twist her wrist so the champagne flute sits closer to herself and her shoulder.

The conversation lulls for a moment, and Jumin takes the opportunity to excuse both them. He shakes their hands with a grateful smile, and then guides her away. He brings her through the crowd, his hand still steady on her back, and moves them to the top floor—a quieter part, where only a few people gather around paintings and sculptures.

They stand in the corner, a Monet painting only a few feet away from them and next to windows that lead out to a covered balcony. The rain does not coat the windows here, but he can see stairs down to a garden—covered in sculptures and archways—becoming drenched with the light rain of the night.

“Any reason for getting me alone?” She asks, champagne having found home next to her lips. His gaze returns to her, his back almost against the wall and she stands in front of him, chin tilted upwards to meet his eyes.

“No,” He replies, “none at all.” Though one of his fingers dips under the silk of her dress, feeling the bare skin that rests beneath it. Both her brows raise this time, her head twisting quickly behind her to see if anyone’s there, and then returning to him. He drags his fingers back up from under the fabric, and then his eyes flick to the balcony. She follows his gaze, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Awfully large windows,” She states, her voice low.

“I’ll be polite,” He replies. Her eyes flit over his face for a moment, narrowing at him, but then she nods, moving out of the way so he can separate from the wall, and then reaching a hand out for him to take.

“Then lead the way, my dear.” His fingers wrap around her hand, feeling the chill that forever coats her skin, and before he drags her outside, he raises her hand to his lips. There, he presses his lips to her knuckles. She hums at the touch, and he can’t help the way his mouth curves into a smile. Without another word, he moves to bring her out onto the balcony, the windows behind them.

Outside, the air is cold. With the rain and the night have come a gentle breeze, and he immediately looks to her. Bumps raise across her shoulders, and she brings her free hand up to rub the opposite arm, hoping to rid herself of the chills that have risen against her skin.

“Here,” Jumin says, and then begins to take off his suit jacket, leaving himself in only his shirt and his vest. He wraps his arms around her to place the jacket around her shoulders, and she whispers her thanks to him, pulling it tighter across herself.

Then he watches as she leans her elbows onto the railing, reaching a hand out, palm facing towards the moon, to let the rain bounce against her skin. He moves closer to her and brings his hand underneath the jacket that now lays across her shoulders, his warm hand moving to curve around the chilled skin of her back.

She hums at his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and her head leaning towards him until he can feel the soft touch of her hair against his chest.

“It hasn’t rained back home in a while,” She muses. Her palm is covered in droplets now, and she tilts her hand to watch as they slide down her skin.

“No, no it hasn’t,” Jumin replies. He bows his head to her, enough that the scent of her shampoo—chamomile and lavender—flows up and into his nose, sending his head spinning and his hands begging to be closer to her. With the cover of his jacket on her shoulders, he dips his fingers beneath the silk once more, his thumb rubbing over the top of the wine colored dress while while the rest of his fingers curl around her waist, pressing into the skin there.

“What happened to polite?” She asks, but her voice is sweet and she turns her head to gaze at him, looking up at him with a smile painted onto her lips.

“Please, my love,” He begins, “You’re dreadfully intoxicating.” He leans down then, until their noses nearly touch and he can feel the way her breath escapes her.

“You’re too much,” She says, though laughter breaks free of her lungs until the sound meets his chest. But then she shakes her head, looking at the windows once more. “We should stop now, I’d rather not have anyone see us like this.”

Jumin nods at her, and goes to move away, but then his eyes drift to the staircase that lays behind her, spiraling down to the gardens below them.

“Then let’s explore the gardens,” He replies, leaning back in to her until his lips are near her ear before whispering, “You’ve missed the rain, have you not?”

“Dear, you’ll be soaked-“

“Do you fear the rain?” He asks. He pulls far enough away so he can see the way she pulls her lip between her teeth, can see the way she shakes her head at him without ever moving her eyes off of his. “Then neither do I.”

He pauses to allow her choice, to allow her to deny him of his proposal, but rather, she’s the one to grab his hand and pull him down the stairs, both of her hands grabbing one of his. He allows her to take him, allows her to float down the stairs as though gravity means nothing to her, and he’s one to follow. Always one to follow.

Jumin watches as she steps out from the stairs and, within moments, is hit with rain. At first, droplets cascade down her hair and over her clothes, but then they begin to soak in—her hair becoming darker with the weather. She turns around to him, her lips pulled into a grin, water slipping over her skin and reflecting the lights from the gala and the moon. He notices the absence of her champagne and looks back up at the balcony to see it long forgotten on its railing. Yet here she stands before him, nothing but joy evident on her face as water drips over her eyelids and onto her lashes.

So he steps out from the stairs, feeling the rain gather in his hair and on his body. She brings her hands up, then, using one to cup his jaw while the other runs through his hair, letting the rain settle into the strands. Then she brings that hand down until she’s got both thumbs resting on his cheeks. His hands move to rest on her hips, begging to pull her closer, but then she moves away from him.

“Come, my dear,” She says, sliding her hand down to his, “You wished to explore, didn’t you?”

“Only so far,” He replies, and she turns, a knowing smile placed onto her face. So she guides him away from the staircase, allowing both of them to become even more soaked than before, but brings them to an archway tunnel covered in vines, a stone bench laying beneath it.

The leaves offer some shelter from the rain, but even still, he can feel the drops as they slip through and onto the top of his head. But he finds he doesn’t particularly care. She turns back to him, then, closer than before, and pulls him down to her until he’s only inches away from her lips. His eyes fall down to them before trailing back up, noticing the way a droplet slips down the length of her nose, the way her lashes are dotted by bits of water left by passing beads of rainfall.

“Is this what you wished for?” She asks, her voice nothing but a whisper. He leans closer to hear it, the tip of his nose hitting against hers. She laughs bumps their noses together again, and this time he feels just how cold it is.

His hands move to wrap around her before he speaks, finally free to touch every inch of her skin that she allows. While one hand moves up, going beneath the strings that tie the back of her dress to feel between her shoulder blades, dull nails lightly scratching along the skin there, the other hand does as he’s done all night. Finally, he dives beneath the dress, firmly pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin of her hip. Her eyes shut and she breathes in before laughing, oh so breathless against his skin.

“Please,” He breathes against her lips. It’s only a moment more when she closes the gap that lays between them, her skin cold against his, but a welcome chill. Her hands crawl up into his hair, messing with the strands that lay at the base of his neck. He feels as water drips down his spine, and he’s acutely aware of the fact that he surely looks like a mess right now, certainly no longer presentable for a gala.

For once, he finds he doesn’t care. He would be enveloped by rain or fire, heat or chill, if it meant he could feel the press of her lips against his. He would storm into any event, drenched in rain, shirt clinging to his skin, if it meant he could kiss her under nature’s tears.

He pulls his lips from hers to bring them to her jaw. He trails kissing from there down her neck, careful not to bite at the skin despite the dying urge to. He feels her tilt her head back, feels unsteady breaths leave her throat. Her hair falls down her shoulder, and he’s hit with chamomile and lavender again.

With the scent wandering about his nose, her hands pulling at his hair, the sound of her breathing quiet in his ears, the sight of rain upon her flesh so near to him, and the taste of her skin against his lips—he wishes for nothing more than to allow her to become the entirety of his senses. He would live and breath her if he could. He would do nothing but listen to every moment of her and live as nothing but something to perceive her.

His lips reach her collarbone, and he can’t help but run his teeth along the skin there. She intakes a sharp breath and he laughs, low, into her shoulder. There, he moves a hand away from her back to slip the strap of her dress down her arm. He kisses her shoulder now, moving across to the top of her breast.

“Jumin-“ She breathes, and he stops, moving back up to kiss her jaw.

“Let me do nothing but worship you, my love,” He whispers, and then kisses the corner of her mouth before pulling away. “Please.” She breathes in, her eyes slipping closed at his voice, but shakes her head, moving her hands away from his hair to settle onto his cheeks once more.

“Another time,” She begins, “But not here.” Jumin nods, and she leans in to press her lips to his. He grips at her waist once more and she laughs into him, burying her face into the crook of her neck.

As the rain continues to fall upon them, Jumin glances back to the gala building. He doesn’t dare unwrap his arms from her, letting her head continue to rest on his shoulder.

“I think it would be a poor decision for us to return the way we came,” He says, and he feels as she nods into him. He turns so he can kiss the top of her head, and then grabs his phone, already sending a message to Driver Kim.

#jumin han #jumin han x reader #jumin han x mc #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme fanfic

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ranma-rewatch · 3 years

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Episode 27: P-Chan Explodes! The Icy Fountain of Love!

I’m...kind of sad to be here. We’re at the end of the Martial Arts Figure Skating arc. But all good things must come to an end, and I remember absolutely loving where this one goes. Will that till be the case? I have no clue, so next paragraph you can join me after I’ve rewatched the episode!

Okay so...that was still good. Definitely good. But...we’ll get into it later.

The episode once again picks off where the last left off, with Ranma making an epic declaration of his official relationship status with Akane and how he won’t let Mikado touch her. This tends Akane into a bit of a tizzy, but Mikado and Azusa laugh. It’s revealed that they’re known as more than just the Golden Pair, an unbeatable skating duo. They also have a reputation for splitting up the couples they fight.

They quickly set up their finisher which is made to do just that: the Goodbye Whirl (called the Break-Up Merry-Go-Round in the sub). It’s an absolutely ridiculous move that I love to death: it involves getting one of their opponents to grab the other, and then Azusa grabs one. Mikado lifts her and both opponents all into the area and twirl around as quickly as it can. The move always ends when one of the people in the relationship betrays the other, ending them flying in a bid to save themselves.

But that isn’t how it works this time around. While Akane is begging Ranma to let go of her, so he can be okay, Ranma refuses, making it clear he’s not going to let go. They hold on so long that Azusa gets busy and breaks contact, sending Ranma and Akane flying.

It looks like Akane’s going to be crashing into the rink wall, but Ranma maneuvers to take the damage instead. Akane cries over his seemingly unconscious form, calling him an idiot, when Ranma opens his eyes. It seems like he’s just fine, but just standing up causes him enough pain to make him start crying.

While all of that was going on, Ryoga managed to escape from his bondage and tries to pull off a cunning plan: dousing Ranma with water before jumping in and taking over as Akane’s partner. It only has one hiccup: he grab the wrong “girl”, and ends up throwing Akane out of the ring while taking Ranma in his cursed form as his partner.

The crowd isn’t happy with this change, even if Mikado is all too happy to fight this version of Ranma. They’re not upset about the substitution though, just that their costumes aren’t up to snuff. Luckily, there’s a whole fashion department waiting in the wings, who sweep in and fit the two for new outfits.

That done, it becomes apparent that Ryoga still doesn’t know how to skate, and so he and Ranma are easily taken into the Goodbye Whirl, and no matter what Ranma/Ryoga shippers tell you they don’t have the same bond that Ranma does with Akane. In no time at all, Ryoga socks Ranma in the face to betray him, and we get to see how the move is supposed to work: Azusa ensures the betrayer is smashed into the ice face-first, while Mikado picks up the “damsel in distress” to romance on the rebound.

Of course, this doesn’t really work well with Ranma, but even worse is that Azusa sees the collar on Ryoga’s neck and realizes that he must be Charlotte. This makes Ranma laugh, but sends Ryoga into terror. After all, Akane’s not far away, and he doesn't want her to know he’s actually her pet pig.

When Mikado tries to actually get back into the fight, Azusa smashes him with a mallet, since she doesn’t want Ryoga hurt now that she knows he’s Charlotte. (What a sentence.) The blow is so powerful that it shatters the ice rink, and sends Mikado out of the match on a stretcher. That means Ranma and Ryoga won...except now Ryoga wants to fight Ranma.

As the ice rink goes truly haywire, with water shooting out as geysers and freezing mid-air, they take the fight outside, ultimately going to a nearby pool. Akane follows, trying to get them to stop and demanding to know why they feel the need to keep fighting each other whenever they can. Akane falls into the pool, and when the fighters realize that she can’t swim, they dive down together to save her...with Ryoga realizing mid-jump that the water will activate his curse.

Akane wakes up later, recovering from nearly drowning, to hear that P-Chan helped pull her out of the water. Oh, and Genma in his panda form was adopted by Azusa as another cute animal named “Oscar” and he actually blushes at being called cute. End of storyline.

Let me try a compliment sandwich with this one. To start with, I just adore the chaos of this episode. Like I said before, the Goodbye Whirl is the kind of awesome, silly wonderfulness I come to Ranma 1/2 for in the first place. I love that we get to see it fail against Ranma and Akane, then succeed with him and Ryoga. The fact the fight quickly dissolves from there into utter nonsense, with the rink exploding and the fight going outdoors, it just feels fun and satisfying.

Speaking of satisfying, the fighting in this and the previous episode is all really well done. This is definitely a romantic comedy series, first and foremost, but I love how when they take the time for a martial arts match it can still feel kinetic and fluid and visually stimulating. The ice skating makes it all the more interesting, and just watching something as simple as Mikado circling the rink after being thrown aside is enjoyable.

It’s also a really funny episode. The conflicts between Ranma and Akane, Ranma and Ryoga, Ranma and Mikado, Mikado and Azusa, they all mix and spin and stir into a beautiful concoction, with both barbs and slapstick aplenty to amuse.

Now...into the less fun bits. To start with, as much as I enjoy the Ranma/Akane content in this episode, which yes I’ll talk a bit more about that later, there’s also a bit too much here in terms of jealousy and possessiveness, especially on Ranma’s part. I know it’s kind of a recurring part of the series, but I really dislike jealousy being framed as romantic, because it’s honestly not a healthy emotion and not a sign of a good relationship.

This next complaint is less solid, but it affects my feelings of the episode anyway. I...seem to have massively mis-remembered this episode? For some reason, I have very vivid memories that, once it becomes more Ranma vs Ryoga and the Golden Pair are out of the picture, that they fought on the broken rink.

Like, I can picture them struggling to stay on top of icy platform, with Ryoga especially trying to avoid falling into the water, and Akane interfering and like...what is going on there? Is that from another episode, and I mixed it up with this storyline? Or did my brain just make that up wholesale in the decade since I last saw this show?

Either way, it kind of sucks because...that felt more epic than what did happen? It’s strange to hold it against the show for failing to match the fake memories I made, but I dunno what to tell you, I can’t help being at least a little sad about this.

Okay, done with that stuff, back to what I like. Yes, there’s some tasty content here for my Ranma/Akane loving heart, and I ate it up. It was also nice seeing Ranma actually take damage from someone else’s move. He tends to be so much better than a lot of his opponents that they never really stand a chance of hurting him, but the Goodbye Whirl really came close to downing him.

Before we leave this storyline behind, it’s time to give a little Character Spotlight to the other half of the Golden Pair, Azusa Shiratori! Her Japanese voice actress is Naoko Matsui, and...the only other role I really recognize on her page is Monet from One Piece, but she’s been in a lot of stuff. In English, she’s played by Cathy Weseluck, who is also Shampoo. So check out Shampoo’s spotlight to see what other roles she’s done.

They both play Azusa pretty similarly, high-pitched and cutesy, but I think Cathy might actually play it up a little too much? But maybe that’s just because it’s the language of the two that I actually speak.

I was never a huge fan of Azusa to start with, just because she’s a bit...much. The combination of her high-pitched voice, third-person speak, repetitious dialogue, and extreme cutesiness is all just a lot. It’s just the type of thing that would grate on my nerves in too high doses, and the series tends to use a lot of Azusa when she does appear.

But, so far at least, I’m liking her more on this watchthrough. I still find her whole “naming things French people names and taking them” thing not especially funny, but I love the way she clashes with Mikado. They fight together wonderfully, but she has no problems kicking his ass or making him look like an idiot when she wants to. They’re a great double act.

Which is why it’s kind of odd that, while Mikado only has a few small appearances after this episode, Azusa will be getting more than that. They’re anime-only, but it seems she was popular, with fans, writers, or both, enough to get more screentime. I do wish she’d gotten a single-person move the way Mikado did, but that’s just one more complaint on how the show treats women to put on the stack.

So, this episode sadly didn’t quite live up to my memories of it. That said, it was still a fun mix of fighting and humor, so it’s definitely going to be in my top ten. But where exactly...hmm... I think it comes close to getting into the Top 5, but isn’t quite good enough to beat Shampoo’s introductory episode, sitting right below it and above the episode all about Akane’s haircut. That puts our current ranking at:

Episode 26: Close Call! The Dance of Death... On Ice!

Episode 7: Enter Ryoga, the Eternal ‘Lost Boy’

Episode 25: The Abduction of P-Chan

Episode 12: A Woman's Love is War! The Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 15: Enter Shampoo, the Gung-Ho Girl! I Put My Life in Your Hands

Episode 27: P-Chan Explodes! The Icy Fountain of Love!

Episode 9: True Confessions! A Girl's Hair is Her Life!

Episode 2: School is No Place for Horsing Around

Episode 19: Clash of the Delivery Girls! The Martial Arts Takeout Race

Episode 6: Akane's Lost Love... These Things Happen, You Know

Episode 13: A Tear in a Girl-Delinquent's Eye? The End of the Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 23: Enter Mousse! The Fist of the White Swan

Episode 17: I Love You, Ranma! Please Don’t Say Goodbye

Episode 20: You Really Do Hate Cats!

Episode 16: Shampoo's Revenge! The Shiatsu Technique That Steals Heart and Soul

Episode 8: School is a Battlefield! Ranma vs. Ryoga

Episode 11: Ranma Meets Love Head-On! Enter the Delinquent Juvenile Gymnast!

Episode 4: Ranma and...Ranma? If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

Episode 5: Love Me to the Bone! The Compound Fracture of Akane's Heart

Episode 1: Here’s Ranma

Episode 22: Behold! The 'Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire' Technique

Episode 3: A Sudden Storm of Love

Episode 21: This Ol' Gal's the Leader of the Amazon Tribe!

Episode 10: P-P-P-Chan! He's Good For Nothin'

Episode 14: Pelvic Fortune-Telling? Ranma is the No. One Bride in Japan

Episode 18: I Am a Man! Ranma's Going Back to China!?

Episode 24: Cool Runnings! The Race of the Snowmen

As much as I’m sad to see this storyline end, we’ve got another one of my favorites coming up! It’s training time, so next week we’re getting some more Ranma vs Ryoga action with "Ranma Trains on Mt. Terror". See you then!

#episode 27 #P-Chan Explodes! The Icy Fountain of Love!#ranma saotome #akane tendo #ryoga hibiki #mikado sanzenin #azusa shiratore #ranma 1/2 #anime rewatch #anime analysis

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rosykims · 3 years

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9, 10, 15, and 48 for loml gracie!

THANK U CHRISSY MWAH 🥰

9. what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

gracie is of the mindset that if she doesn't smell absolutely phenomenal at every waking hour then literally what is the point of anything. so she smells wonderful ! in an intensely old fashioned sort of way. she exclusively wears classic "vintage" perfumes, usually dior or chanel, which means plenty of frankincense, rose, sandalwood, or orange blossom if she's feeling particularly Cute that day :) not a big fan of floral or citrusy scents usually, and will more often than not go for an earthy/wood aromatic

10. what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?

i'd say she's less choosy about her shampoo scent, since she's more concerned with what's IN the product and how it'll impact her hair. but i'll say her hair usually smells like morrocan/argan oil, which she usually applies after her showers !

15. do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?

yes gracie knows how to drive ! whether or not she should be ALLOWED to drive is another matter lol. she's . . . okay, so long as you don't mind her extremely slow speeds and neurotic temperament while she does <3 i think she just gets too caught up in how many idiots are on the road, herself included, and while that doesn make her panic like it would for, say, me lol, it DOES make her cautious to the point of absurdity. for this reason she doesnt own a car, and rarely drives unless she needs to or is specifically asked.

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?

gracie has an instagram and a snapchat, plus an obligatory facebook for the odd conversation with grandparents and aunts. she enjoys social media a LOT in that she loves attention and being Pretty, and also - being a perfectionist/control freak - relishes the opportunity to carefully cultivate what people see/know about her. it's something she values a lot obviously, bc of her mind blindness. she has quite a lot of followers on insta, mostly wiseman sycophants who follow her because of nick, but also a couple high profile fashion brands who want her to wear their stuff, and artists affiliated w the chicago institute of art, where she worked in highschool ! gracie is offered a couple decent monetization deals a year (thanks nepotism) to model various brands on her account, but nothing lucrative enough to make a full time career out of social media !

#oc: gracie #LOVE the idea of gracie being an instagrammer bc that means ambrose is gonna have to take a pic of her posing with a frappe at some point 🤡

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athingthatwantsvirginia · 4 years

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Not Joyce or Monet

PART THIRTY-NINE OF THE DO YOU SEE HER FACE? SERIES

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Original Character (Ella Stevens)

Warnings: major discussions of parent death/death in general, smoking, drinking, plentiful pop culture references

Word Count: 6.3K

Summary: Jess publishes his second book and Ella receives a troubling call from Stars Hollow.

Flopping face-first down onto the bed, Ella breathed a sigh of relief. It would have felt strange not to have a little champagne at Jess’s book launch party. But, she was a lightweight. She was floating somewhere between tipsy, buzzed, and drunk. At least she was still capable of slipping off her shoes before making her way to the bedroom. She’d even managed to change into pajamas, brush her teeth, and wash her face. A far cry from the screwdriver incident at Liz’s baby shower. A heavy winter snow fell outside the windows and a touch of cold air seeped into the draughty apartment. Goosebumps rose lightly on her skin. In her state, they felt nice instead of uncomfortable. She was already dozing when Jess came in, having taken a quick shower. His hair was still damp as he climbed into bed next to her, the movement shaking her from her haze.

“Did you like your party?” she murmured, watching as he shut off the lamp and rolled over to face her.

His face was aglow with the bluish light of the snowy Saturday evening. “Mhm.”

She snickered a bit at his nonchalance. “I know you hate parties, but Chris insisted it was the best way to drum up business. And you do like surprises, Mr. Spontaneity. Matthew and I made it as lowkey as we could.”

“It wasn’t so bad, Eleanor. Really,” he said, shrugging. “You’re remembering that you whispered lines from Catch-22 in my ear all night, right?”

“I figured you’d need some Joseph Heller to make it through,” she explained, slightly sheepish.

Jess smiled. “Of course. And watching Chris and Leo get so drunk they do their acapella version of ‘Under Pressure’ could never be bad.”

“Leo does do a damn good Freddie Mercury,” Ella agreed, chuckling. “I didn’t realize the publishing agents would all go blackout level, too.”

“Oh, yeah. You should’ve seen what Chris did for the Subsect launch. It was like that scene where E.T. gets drunk. But if there were fifty aliens in the movie instead of just one,” Jess said flatly, begrudgingly.

“You must be a little drunk if you’re letting a cheesy eighties movie slip. Or have I finally converted you?” she teased, snuggling deeper into the pillow.

Jess smirked. “Not yet. Chris made me try his Manhattans to see if they ‘tasted too much like gasoline.’”

“I have a sneaking suspicion that they did,” Ella said.

“Someone give the lady a prize,” Jess shot back tiredly. “Good thing we walked there.”

“Yeah. And good thing I got to watch you catch a snowflake with your tongue on the way back.”

“Shut up.”

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, cutie,” she said, forcing her laughter down. “I’ll be eating my words when you watch me fall on my ass while we’re ice-skating with April.”

She knew if he’d been entirely sober, he wouldn’t have gotten so caught up in his wonderment at the storm. But Ella had also seen him sticking out his tongue awaiting a snowflake in an old, yellowing photo album Liz had shown off during her baby shower. In it, Jess had been no more than three. Dressed in a raggedy winter jacket on some grimy corner of New York City. He and Liz were sticking their tongues out together. Seeing the photo had given Ella’s mouth a bittersweet taste. It was hard to imagine Jess ever feeling so relaxed around his mother. She saw the same rare awe from him on the walk home. Most of the time, he was so weighed down by the world he could barely come up for air. She thought she had never seen him look so young at heart before.

“Can’t wait,” Jess hummed, mocking. It was nearly time for April’s winter break, and Anna had somehow agreed to let her spend it with Luke, Lorelai, and Rory. Ella and Jess had opted to return to Stars Hollow for Christmas, after the bumps in the road on Thanksgiving. Two more days, and they’d be braving the icy roads on their way up to Connecticut. April had already called them to schedule a time for ice-skating. The proper, analytical way the little girl spoke never failed to amuse Ella.

“Me neither,” Ella quipped as her eyelids began to droop again. She could smell the minty scent of Jess’s shampoo.

As he watched her begin to drift off, he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. From what Matthew had said, Ella had essentially been put in charge of the party when Chris’s trademark irresponsibility made an appearance. Matthew had jury duty and couldn’t assume his usual role of organizer in the wake of Chris’s chaotic decision-making. What she’d managed to throw together, though, was one of the better parties Jess had ever been to. The publishers they knew usually sent younger employees to the underground press launches, and Chris had ended up making friends with most of the usual suspects at the launch for Jess’s first book. Ella had made sure the guest list only included familiar faces. If they just had to throw him a surprise party, which Chris demanded (normally, she wouldn’t have listened, but if it was a matter of getting his book better exposure, she was willing to risk it), she’d try to make it as comfortable for him as possible. Or, at the very least, bearable.

And she’d just gotten done with finals two days earlier. He could see how tired she was. Her nerves over the possibility of seeing her father during the winter holidays hadn’t helped her sleeping recently either. Though Jess wasn’t sure how it would actually pan out, she claimed she wanted an attempt at apologizing for what she’d said at Adam’s graduation. She was sick of family nonsense, she said. Maybe if she levelled the playing field, they could begin to understand each other again. Ella herself wasn’t sure exactly what had sparked her desire to try again with her family, but suspected it might have been Thanksgiving. Jess, simply put, was someone she admired. Seeing him trying to mend his relationships (even though he didn’t have to, even though it was difficult), made her feel just a little more confident. Maybe not everything turned out bad, after all.

Shutting his own eyes, Jess slipped his hand beneath Ella’s shirt, his fingertips ghosting over her back. She smiled softly at his touch, feather-light. A pleasant shiver rolled through her.

“Thank you for the party,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Well, thanks for writing my new favorite book,” she answered instantly, sleepy and sincere. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

. . .

There were still a couple hours left until lunchtime when Ella slipped through the door at Truncheon, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon for her to show up and work a little. Especially when she was on break from school and got antsy. Jess had debated giving her the easel he’d bought her for Christmas early, so she would have something new to focus on while he tied up the odds and ends at the book press. But, ultimately, he wanted to wait until the morning after they returned to Philadelphia. It would be far more surprising to wake up and find a Christmas present wrapped up in the living room on the morning of New Year’s Day than on the actual gift-giving holiday.

When he’d left for his last day of work prior to their trip to Connecticut, she’d still been half asleep. Her sketchbook was open on her bedside table, a pencil drawing of a child with hollow eyes having yet to be shaded. She’d been up late working on it the night before, on a roll. He hadn’t even shut the door to the apartment before she was out cold again. He’d been anxious to get back home, to pack and prepare for the trip. In his opinion, there was no use in only opening for a Monday and then closing for the holidays the rest of the week, but Matthew’s stickler spirit won out. Jess wasn’t going to be skipping around the store in merriment as the rest of the world took a vacation, but he also wasn’t moping around like Chris. He was in the midst of diffusing an argument between his two coworkers when Ella arrived.

He wanted to smile when he saw her, and almost did. But then he got a good look at her hazel eyes, and immediately he could tell something was wrong. It wasn’t that she was sleepy, though she looked a bit haggard in with her peacoat tied around her haphazardly and her hair wild, dotted with the snowflakes falling steadily outside. Instead, she looked almost unreachable. His Eleanor who was always so present and vivid and alive, even in the midst of drudgery. And she wasn’t daydreaming, either. She wasn’t off in her own thoughts, thinking of Emily Dickinson or James Joyce or Claude Monet. No; she was simply not there. Not really.

“Hey, honey. You’re early,” he began as she approached him, where he stood in between Matthew and Chris. The two of them didn’t even notice she’d come in until Jess addressed her, still too caught up in their argument over where to place the new books of free-form poetry.

Swallowing harshly, Ella gave a weak smile and raked her fingers through her hair. She walked up to them, wringing her hands together. Jess didn’t need to see her hands to know she had already bitten her nails down to the quick. At the interruption, Chris gave a frustrated huff and turned to Ella.

“Ella, please tell Matthew it makes zero sense to put the free-form poetry anywhere near the sonnets! They should be on opposite ends of the store, as far as I’m concerned,” he exclaimed in exasperation.

Matthew rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as his jaw clenched. “I’m glad you’re here, Ella. Please tell Chris that we don’t only sell poetry, and free-form or not, it has no business anywhere near science fiction!”

Furrowing her brows, distracted, Ella shook her head. “Um...I don’t know...but I….”

“What?” Jess asked as she gestured slightly with her hands. Her face was pale, and she almost seemed confused, at a loss for words. It didn’t happen to her often, to say the least.

Blowing out a breath, she tried again, jerking her thumb back over her shoulder. “Back at the apartment...I just got a call from my brother. My dad’s dead.”

Jess’s heart dropped into his stomach. “What?”

“Yeah,” Ella said, nodding. As she continued, she took a hair elastic from her wrist and began pulling her locks into a ponytail. “Adam said he was in a car accident this morning. Driving home from some bar in Maryland. If I had to guess, he was still a little drunk from last night. No one else got hurt, which is good. He hit a patch of black ice, and he was going too fast, and I guess he just went right off the road. Into a tree. And he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt.”

Her speech became more urgent with every word, as they heard it sink in for her in real time. But she was never frantic, only determined and stern. The spacey fog was fading from her demeanor, though it remained in her eyes. Only in her eyes. She didn’t give them time to respond, just kept thinking out loud.

“Noah’s already on a plane from Oregon, but I don’t think he’s gonna be any help. And Adam said Fiona’s freaking out, so I’m almost definitely going to have to make the arrangements. I know you guys have work and stuff, but we need to pack up and get there before the rest of the family does, or everything will probably just explode on principle. Fuck! This is just like him. To die a week before Christmas!”

“Whoa, hey, Eleanor, just slow down for a second, okay?” Jess began, taking a hesitant step towards her and grabbing her hand. He squeezed once, hard, hoping to calm her down at least a little.

“Jesus, Ella-” Chris began.

“I’m so sorry,” Matthew said.

Ella shook her head, her face stoic. “Don’t, okay? Don’t be sorry. No one needs to be sorry. He was a fucking drunk, and it finally caught up with him. I just need to get back to Stars Hollow to take care of this, and then maybe Christmas won’t be completely ruined. Sound good?”

“Elle, just hold on. You should sit down and-” Jess said, but she cut him off.

“No, Jess. Seriously, I’m fine. Let’s just go and get it over with, and then it’ll be done,” she said, her hand never leaving his though she didn’t squeeze back. Her tone was tight, clipped, but she didn’t sound angry. He recognized it from the night on the bridge when she’d told him about the days following her mother’s death. The way she held it all together, and blocked it all out. Numb and headstrong.

“Do you want us to come with?” Matthew asked, watching with uncertainty as Ella began to tug Jess towards the door, grabbing his bag for him and handing him his coat.

“What? Of course not,” Ella said, insistent, as though it were obvious. “All I need to do is steal Jess for a few days. You need to do whatever it is you’re gonna do with Mabel. And Chris needs to do whatever it is he’s gonna do with Leo, and you need to tell me about it when we get back. I can pretty much guarantee your stories will be more fun than mine.”

“Are you sure?” Chris chimed in, brow heavy with worry. Her iciness surprised him. He had never heard someone react to a parent’s death quite so flippantly before.

“Yes. Jesus, Chris, keep up,” she replied, in a way which would have spurred a playful argument on a normal day. Again, her nonchalance unnerved all three of them.

Jess interlocked their fingers again instantly once he had his bag and his coat, almost heading out the door already. She was moving too fast for him to process much of anything, only reacting. He hadn’t seen her in such a frenzy in a very long time. “Eleanor, wait. Stop.”

“I can’t stop, Jess. I told you, we’ve gotta get there before my uncle has time to hit on Fiona and before Noah has time to piss off Adam. It’s fine. I promise. I’m fine.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but she pulled him out the front door instead. As they went, she shouted over her shoulder to Matthew and Chris: “Happy holidays! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

And then, she and Jess were gone. Chris and Matthew exchanged concerned, flabbergasted glances.

. . .

Flashback was the word that came to the forefront of her mind, as she stared up at the ceiling in the Gilmore living room. Luke and Lorelai were trying, and she appreciated it. They could both tell she didn’t want to talk about it, only wanted a bit of normalcy after the long day. And they’d obliged. After all, they’d had practice. Lorelai knew exactly what to do. She’d had Luke bring dinner home from the diner: turkey sandwiches and sodas. She’d suggested they watch a movie after dinner, something campy horror. Finally, they had settled on The Lost Boys. Ella knew how much Jess hated the movie, especially Kiefer Sutherland’s mullet, but he never complained once. A large part of her wished he would. She wanted it to be the way it was supposed to be. She wanted to have Christmas in Stars Hollow with the people who felt more like her family than her father did. Adam celebrating with one of his school friends in Boston, Fiona with her sister, Noah with his finacée in Oregon. But, of course, things never went as planned. Not in Ella’s experience at least.

At some point during the movie, she’d fallen asleep on the couch. No matter how much she wanted to stay awake until the end, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Dealing with Fiona’s blubbering and Adam’s silence and Noah’s anger had pretty well exhausted her. Not to mention the business setting up the funeral at the church. She’d spent nearly two hours with the pastor, but the service was only halfway planned. She wished Aunt Julie could arrive sooner, but the girls were in school until Tuesday. Erin had some big recital she was pitching a fit about missing. Ella couldn’t blame her. She wouldn’t want to be there if she didn’t have to be. No, they would arrive on Wednesday morning. Two hours before the funeral, set for noon. At some point before then, Ella would have to sort out the flower arrangements and the music and the programs. At least Luke was providing the food. She assumed he would before he even offered. And she would have to write the eulogy. But she wasn’t even thinking about it yet. Every time the idea of writing it entered her mind, she would start humming a Stevie Nicks song and pointedly ignore it.

It was all too familiar. The planning, the writing, the consoling. Since they’d arrived in Stars Hollow that afternoon, it had been a non stop barrage of tasks and tears. None of it was surprising. And it almost made her want to laugh. The minute she heard that her mother was dead, she had burst out laughing, a nervous reaction she couldn’t control. Granted, the laughter came from deep inside her, and probably resembled a pained shriek more than an actual giggle. But it was laughter nonetheless, and her father had recognized it as such. He’d yelled at her until his voice became hoarse. She knew it wouldn’t happen again. He was the dead one now, after all. But still, she didn’t let the anxious laughter escape. She didn’t let anything escape. After the punishment she’d received for letting go last time, she knew not to do it again. No one was there to smack her, to scream, but she just couldn’t bring herself to forget how it had felt. Like she couldn’t even grieve right. And the best way to grieve became to not grieve at all.

She laid with one hand on her stomach and the other behind her head, analyzing the popcorn ceiling. She’d awoken with the room dim and the TV shut off. A quilt which she hadn’t fallen asleep under was draped over her, and there were hushed whispers in the direction of the kitchen. She hadn’t planned to wake up until morning, but she hadn’t planned to fall asleep there either. They were supposed to be sleeping in the apartment above the diner for the vacation, while Rory and April took the spare beds in the Gilmore house. But neither girl had yet to arrive, and Lorelai insisted Ella and Jess stay over after dinner. It was no use driving over in the snow, even if Luke’s was only about a minute away. Ella couldn’t believe how similar it all was to before. Sleeping alone on the Gilmore couch as others worried over her a few feet away.

She listened, in spite of herself. It was too tempting not to eavesdrop when she’d already heard her name so many times. Luke was concerned about her forgetting to eat. Lorelai was concerned about her shutting everyone out and being overwhelmed by the funeral preparations. And both of them were concerned about her coming to blows with Fiona at some point in the next few days.

Sighing, Ella ran her tongue over her teeth and remembered she hadn’t brushed them. She debated not doing so, but decided to just bite the bullet. With everything else on her mind, she thought it best to eliminate all the outward elements which might impede her from getting back to sleep. She rolled over on her side, preparing to sit up, when she saw Jess. She thought he’d be in the kitchen, talking with Luke and Lorelai. Instead, he sat on the floor with his back against the sofa. His head was near hers, leaned back. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t snoring. She doubted he was fully asleep, but nonetheless attempted to get past him and rummage through the bag on the armchair to find her toothbrush. Her stealth proved lacking, however, when he began to stir as soon as she reached the bag.

“Hey,” he said quietly, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands and doing his best to seem lively. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied, fishing her toothbrush out from the sea of clothes she’d thrown into the duffel before they sped away from the apartment in Philadelphia. “I just forgot to brush my teeth.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding and hoisting himself up. His neck was already sore from the position he’d dozed off in, unwilling to follow Luke and Lorelai into the kitchen with Ella asleep on the couch. “Me too. I’ll come with.”

She nodded back, grabbing his toothbrush as well. The whispers didn’t cease until they made their way into the kitchen, Luke and Lorelai looking up at their entrance. Ella debated using the upstairs bathroom, not disturbing the two of them. But she didn’t have the energy to climb the stairs, and it would be the first time she could get a good look at the new half-bathroom they added next to Rory’s room. The smell of the diner food lingered, and it made Ella’s chest feel just a touch less tight. Lorelai broke out into a small smile at the sight of the two of them.

“You need anything, sweetie?” she asked, speaking only to Ella.

Though she felt a bit uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze, Ella smiled back. There was a warmth in her stomach at Lorelai’s voice. She focused on that feeling, and only that feeling. “No, we’re fine. Just brushing our teeth. The dentist would be pissed at me if I broke the pattern after over twenty years.”

“That’s true. Always best to avoid the Sweeney Todd dentistry possibility,” Lorelai agreed, nodding. Then, she yawned theatrically and looked at Luke, who only rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “I think we’re gonna head upstairs. It’s past our bedtime.”

“Still got those four o’clock deliveries, huh?” Jess asked sullenly, eyeing Luke. Many a morning when he was a teenager, he’d been awoken at half past three by the sound of Luke’s alarm.

Luke sighed. “For the business that housed and fed you for two years? Yeah, I do.”

Ella snorted a laugh, and nudged Jess playfully in the ribs. “Like you’re not always up before the sun, even on Saturday.”

“Where do you think that started?” Jess shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at Luke. “He screwed with my internal clock for life!”

“I think that’s enough fuel for future therapy sessions for tonight,” Lorelai announced, rising from the table, Luke following.

“Agreed,” Luke grumbled.

As they exchanged goodnights, Lorelai gave Ella a kiss on the cheek. Immediately after, she scrunched up her nose and smudged the lipstick from Ella’s freckled skin with her thumb. To Ella’s shock, Lorelai also gave Jess a short hug before making for the stairs. Luke hugged Jess, too. The two of them still had trouble showing physical affection for each other, as they probably always would. Ella had to stifle a laugh at the awkwardness between them.

When Luke hugged Ella, though, she felt tears prick at her eyes for the first time all day. She recognized his familiar smell, the soft feeling of his flannel, his strong arms around her. Somewhere in her mind, it occurred to her that the way it felt for Luke to hug her was what she had always wanted it to feel like when her own father hugged her. And she knew for sure she would never get it from him. She could finally be certain there was nothing left to do to repair her relationship with him. There was no time left for Jake to make her feel as safe as Luke made her feel. As he never had, even in her childhood. But by the time she and Luke broke apart, she had gathered herself enough. She cleared her throat and blinked away the glassy sheen in her eyes.

Luke ruffled her hair as he stepped back from her. If he saw that she was upset, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Don’t worry, kid. We’ll get everything figured out tomorrow.”

“I know, boss,” she replied.

. . .

The cigarette smoke made her a bit nauseous, but it was also comforting in a way she was slightly ashamed of. The winter air was crisp and biting, and her cheeks were frosted roses. Embers glowed orange in the darkness as she took a long drag, burning her lungs. She was already regretting it, but she simply felt too tired to think out the actual consequences of what she was doing. She had tried. She really had. But falling asleep, with Jess snoring softly beneath her as they lay on the couch, was absolutely impossible. Fatigue was weighing down her bones, and there was a perpetual ache throbbing behind her eyes. But each time she got close to sleep, the thought of her father would flash across her mind, and she would be wide awake once more.

Once she gave up, she had managed to sneak outside unnoticed. The wind whispered past her, hollow and haunting. But maybe everything was feeling spookier because death was at the forefront of her mind. Then again, when wasn’t it? Though the shock had certainly hit her with full force when she heard the news, she couldn’t bring herself to be surprised. The other shoe had dropped. She knew it would, just when she let her guard down. The moment she forgot to worry, the universe had knocked her down again. She flicked her cigarette and watched the excess ash melt a small spot in the snow below the steps.

At the sound of the front door creaking open, she startled only a little. For a wild moment, she wanted to put her cigarette out and hide it behind her back, pretending to be innocent. Especially if it was Luke. But she had to remember she was a grown up. And the feeling disappeared entirely when she saw only a disheveled Jess wrapping himself up in his jacket as he came out onto the porch and sat down next to her.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here,” he remarked, holding her peacoat out to her.

She took it with a trembling hand.

“Thank you,” she said solemnly, breathing out a long stream of smoke as she spoke. The coat was old and cheap, and did little to help a Connecticut winter, but she shrugged it on anyway.

He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “Don’t mention it.”

They sat in silence, an owl hooting somewhere in the trees beyond the house. Ella didn’t put the cigarette out until it got so small it began to burn her fingers. After she’d discarded it, her breath still puffed out, along with Jess’s, in frigid white clouds. Flurries of snow fell in scattered sprays, but the night was mostly quiet and overcast. Jess crossed his arms over his chest, waiting.

She spoke, as he knew she eventually would, after a few more minutes. Gesturing down to the crushed cigarette, her tired eyes met his. “Do you want one?”

“No, thanks,” he said, shaking his head. “Where’d you get those in the middle of the night in Stars Hollow, anyway?”

A thin smirk ghosted over her lips. “Snatched ‘em off Bootsy’s newsstand.”

“Really?” he asked, laughing slightly, with eyebrows raised.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Don’t act so surprised, Mariano. I was sneaking out of my bedroom window long before you got here.”

“Touché.” His eyes lingered on her, hair glistening golden in the soft light and eyes still far off somewhere miles away. He hesitated before he continued. “Did you walk all the way to Bootsy’s without a coat?”

She shrugged, glancing down at the Doc Martens on her feet. “I’m fine. I had my good shoes on. Besides, it’s only like a minute away.”

“Alright.”

“Seriously, Jess. I’m fine,” she snapped after a moment.

“Okay. I get it,” he said instantly. “You’re fine. You’re not cold.”

Ella ran her hands through her hair. Her body shook as she yawned.

“You wanna go back to bed?” he asked.

“No,” she said with a heavy sigh.

“Are you sure?”

“Jesus, Jess! Stop trying to take care of me! Stop asking me questions! Just let me fucking sit here!” Ella exclaimed, huffing in frustration.

Jess recoiled slightly, and he nodded at her again. He ran a hand over his mouth and swallowed down the million other questions which were rising in his throat. The ones she’d refused to ask on the drive up, and the ones she apparently still wanted to avoid. “Sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, mostly at herself. “No, I’m...I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“We don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to. We could watch one of Lorelai’s cassettes in there,” Jess suggested, fighting hard to keep his tone light, bracing for whatever reaction she was going to have.

“I love that she still has cassettes,” Ella said wistfully, though not smiling. Her voice was low and raspy as she stared out ahead of her into the darkness and the lightly falling snow.

He nodded a little. “I know you do.”

Ella’s hands were itching to hold another cigarette, but she fought the urge. The pack which sat on the porch steps next to her would almost certainly be crumpled up and thrown in the trash the moment she reentered the house. Along with the lighter. But it was nice to have them there. If she wanted. They sat wordlessly, listening to the rustle of the wind in the evergreen trees. Jess didn’t make a sound. He was just far away enough not to touch her, almost in silent askance of whether she wanted space. She did. And she didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to talk almost as much as she didn’t want to write the eulogy. She wanted to be able to push down the sorrow and the rage until they just dissolved and she was as happy as she had been just a day earlier. Yesterday, she may have even been hopeful. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt hopeful about her family. But, now, she had to stop herself from reaching for a cigarette yet again. And she felt herself wanting a drink. A drink stronger than champagne at a book launch. And then the words started flowing before she could overthink them, before she could lock them away in her heart forever.

She swallowed thickly, looking down into her lap at her nail-bitten hands. “This is just like it was the last time.”

“Oh yeah?” he whispered, shifting a bit closer to her.

“Yeah,” she echoed, so quiet he almost couldn’t hear. She sniffed. “I mean, last time my dad was the devastated one instead of Fiona. But Adam still got pissed at Noah, and Noah only got more pissed because Adam was mad at him.”

Noah had only made it to town an hour before Ella left to go back to the Gilmore residence for the night, but he and Adam were at each other’s throats pretty much as soon as they saw each other. Upset that his Christmas vacation was being disrupted, Noah had insisted on staying at a motel instead of at the little blue house in which they had grown up. Adam wasn’t happy about it, accusing Noah of acting as though he was too good for them. In turn, Noah asked Adam why he wasn’t mad at Ella for staying with Lorelai. Adam had shot back immediately, saying Noah had abandoned the entire family the minute he could, while Ella stayed behind. At that point, Ella knew there was no way to diffuse the situation. She’d only offered to walk back with Noah to the motel, leaving Adam to sleep in his old room. Luckily, Fiona’s sister was already in town for the holiday. So, it didn’t wholly fall to any of the three of them to console her.

Jess and Luke had both offered to go over to the house with her after helping with the arrangements, but she’d insisted on meeting her brothers there alone. The surreality of the moment didn’t dawn on her until she saw Adam’s teary eyes and Noah’s flushed face. It was like she had stepped into the past. She’d come back to the Gilmore house to find Jess sitting in the living room, halfway through the Russian novel he’d brought with. In the face of his questions, she’d only given him the liner notes and then fallen mostly silent for the rest of the evening.

“And Lorelai and Luke won’t let me brush my teeth without asking me if I need anything,” Ella continued, with a scoff in her words. “And, I love them. I do. And I’m so fucking grateful that it hurts. But, I’m fine. I’m totally fucking fine.”

“So I’ve heard,” he quipped.

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’ve heard that, too,” he said.

She laughed breathily, lifting her head to look up at the sky. “Shut up.”

“Will do.”

Then, after a moment: “I just wish...I wish it wasn’t like this. I mean, he was a shitty dad. But he was still my dad.”

He watched as she chose her words, carefully. Her voice had more emotion than he’d heard all day. Bringing his arm around her shoulders, he hoped to lessen the trembling of her hands just a little. She leaned into him, letting herself feel his warmth but fighting the wateriness in her voice. Of all the things she didn’t want to do, crying was at the top of the list.

“And now...I don’t have parents. I don’t even have a dad who hates me and never calls,” she continued.

“He didn’t hate you,” Jess interjected.

She shook her head. “Yeah, he did, Jess. He fucking hated me. Because I looked like my mom and I didn’t like Fiona and I wouldn’t quit talking back at the dinner table. But it doesn’t bother me. I hated him most of the time, too.”

He hummed in response, listening.

Her face crumpled for only a moment. But, again, she regained her composure. A couple silent tears threatened to slip over. “But at least I had someone to hate, y’know? Now, it’s just...no one.”

She took in a shaky breath, and Jess began to rub circles over her back. He recognized that her shivering was no longer due to the cold but from the sobs she wouldn’t let loose. Ella’s stomach did a flip, as she clenched her hands into fists. But she just couldn’t hold it in any longer. She let a single wimper pass her lips. And then, the levee broke. She put her head in her hands and finally began to weep, cries from deep within her escaping at last.

“I just...I don’t have p-parents anymore,” she spoke through sobs, trying to get her voice under control but failing miserably. “I’m not anyone’s daughter anymore. I don’t belong to anyone anymore.”

Jess shut his eyes for a moment, feeling a crack in his heart as he heard her anguish. But a part of him was relieved she was finally letting it out. He knew not all of her tears were for her father, but for her mother as well. He’d never seen her cry so hard before, so hard she couldn’t catch her breath and she was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. She stopped being able to talk after a while, only crying, folding in on herself.

“I...I don’t...belong to anyone anymore,” she repeated.

Gnawing on his bottom lip again, Jess smoothed an affectionate hand over her hair. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Though he couldn’t see her face, Ella felt her cheeks heat up at his seeing her sob so openly. Jess spoke in a clear, strong tone.

“Listen, Eleanor, I know it feels like you’re alone without them, but that’s not true, okay?” he said.

She let out a tearful scoff.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m serious,” Jess continued, placing a hand on her damp cheek and turning her face gently so she would look at him.

She wanted to avoid his eyes, embarrassed, but simply couldn’t bring herself to look anywhere else. The sight of him almost made her physically relax.

An earnest crease stood out between his eyebrows when he spoke again. “You belong to me, and I belong to you. That’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it?”

She stared at him for a moment, stunned at his words, as tears kept rolling steadily down her cheeks. But then, her lip began to quiver and she closed her eyes. Jess was worried she was about to get angry again. But instead, she slumped weakly against him. He could feel her tears begin to wet the neckline of his t-shirt as she rested her head on his chest. Breathing out long and slow, Jess wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t know whether his words had helped, but he was doubtful. No amount of talking was going to make her feel any better. He couldn’t crack a joke or start a playful argument or do a magic trick. He could only be there. He simply sat and held her against the wind.

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An Impossible Task - A John Wick Fanfic

A/N - Smut. **Readers 18+ only, please**.

T/W - sexual encounter, swearing, conflict, angst, drinking.

Chapter 8

While Cassie waited at the table after breakfast, John went to get the dog from Charon. On his way back to the table, Cassie saw that he was stopped by a man in a sharp business suit, with salt and pepper hair and a confident swagger. She could not hear them; she only hoped it didn’t mean more trouble for John.

“Jonathan,” Winston, the Continental’s manager began in a deep British accent. “What do you think you are doing?”

John looked at Cassie, then back to Winston. “Breakfast.”

John started to walk away, but Winston stopped him. “What are you doing bringing that woman here?”

“Breakfast,” he repeated, emotionless. “I would have taken her to my house, but as you know, there was a gas leak….”

“Right,” Winston replied, holding the syllables out. “And whose fault was that?”

John began to walk away again, but Winston said, “The High Table is not happy with you, Jonathan. It seems you claimed you would serve, but you ignored a direct command.”

“Killing you…” John said, his back still to Winston.

“Yes,” Winston agreed. “Killing me.”

John partially turned to Winston and said, “Who says I won’t?”

Winston stood tall. “It seems to me, Jonathan, that you have lost your edge. The women in your life have made you soft, with a conscience. That does not serve the High Table.”

“Since when have you cared what the High Table wants?” he shot back.

“I care when it serves me,” Winston stated factually.

“So you want me to kill you?”

“Of course not,” Winston told him. “I want to see you as the hunter you once were. Women and the life you chose do not mix. You got out once, Jonathan. Don’t think you can do it again. You’re doomed to failure. And I’d watch my back, if I were you. You have defied a direct order from the High Table.”

John began walking away with his dog by his side. “I didn’t choose the life. It chose me,” was all he said.

As he walked forward, he spotted Cassie drinking her coffee at the breakfast table. He didn’t think she saw him yet, but he saw her and a smile broke out on his face. She changed his life—he now understood he could still remember and honor Helen, yet live as a man in the real world. If the real world would let him.

John drove Cassie’s car with the dog in the back seat to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Pulling up to a huge warehouse garage door, he waved at the operator and the door went up, allowing him in. He drove to the side and parked.

“Wait here,” he told Cassie. John looked at her and leaned over the console to kiss her. She smiled and nodded.

Exiting the car, he walked over to where several men were looking under the hood of a car. They turned toward John’s voice and one of them exclaimed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Before John could answer, the man continued. “You have to get out of here. They nearly fuckin’ killed you.”

“What are you talking about, Aurelio?” John asked him.

“We took you. We took you to Braxton…the hospital. Jeremy found you unconscious behind the Continental. He said Braxton should be remote enough to be safe.”

“Who’s Jeremy?”

“Marcus’ nephew.”

“Aurelio, Marcus was killed because of me. You think his nephew wants to help me?” John asked him, irritation in his voice

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” Aurelio asked pointedly. “Last time I saw you, you were out of it and half dead. And you’re welcome, by the way.”

John extended a hand to shake Aurelio’s.

“That’s pretty much all I know,” he told John. “Jeremy called me to help him and we drove you out to Braxton. He said you’d be safe. And what the hell are you doing here and what the hell are you driving?”

John looked at him with a blank expression. “I came to pick up my car.”

“Yeah, well, it’s done. It’s completely re-built. You killed that car, John,” Aurelio said. “It’s in the back. Keys are in it.” He bent forward to look in the car John had arrived in. “Somebody gonna drive that car out?”

John nodded and extended a hand. “Thanks,” he said and turned to head to Cassie’s car.

“Just follow me,” he told her. “When we get to Braxton, you take the lead. I’m not sure how to get to your house.”

Cassie nodded and shifted herself over the console into the driver’s seat. John leaned into the car to kiss her and Cassie’s hand reached up to touch the side of his face.

Now he was stuck with his own thoughts for the ride to Cassie’s. While he had more pressing issues to think about, like who was trying to kill him, for example, his mind just naturally went to Cassie, her delicate sensuality, her sensibility. It was like flashes from a polaroid camera – Cassie kissing him, sitting at the table in that red sweater, her hands lost in his hair, deep, dark brown eyes needing him, wanting him, her butterfly kisses down his body, the sweet smell of her shampoo. “Sunshine Superman,” he laughed to himself.

Would she want him if she knew who he really was? No, probably not. But he was either going to have to tell her, or leave her. He didn’t think his life left him any other choices.There was no chance for him to leave the life again. He had gotten out, came back in and that was his future. He said he would serve and no other scenario was possible, unless he was dead.

But he didn’t think he could leave Cassie behind and serve the High Table. She changed him--showed him a different way to live, like his life with Helen. He was going to have to figure out a way to survive and get out. Get out again...if he lived that long.

Cassie turned the radio up once she reached the Interstate. She was hoping singing along with The Beatles or the Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin would stop her swirling thoughts and it worked. Temporarily. Then she would see John’s milk chocolate eyes and bright smile, but what did she really know about him? Conversations over dinner and breakfast consisted of John asking her question after question about her life, about her medical career. He could practically remove an appendix with all the information she gave him. And they talked books, Monet and VanGogh, travel, sports, and the ASPCA.

“Yeah, well, goddamn it,” she told herself. He was going to have to answer some questions of her own. If he was thinking they would have another sexual encounter before he shared some of his life with her, he was totally mistaken. “Mis-taken,” she thought with blustery confidence.

She puckered her lips and blinked her eyes, knowing she was full of shit. All he would have to do is look at her, and she’d melt, completely fold. The way he kissed her was like the song said, “on her list of the best things in life.” John was a gold medal champion when it came to kissing. Then there was that hair. Who has hair like that? Was he a mutant or something?

“How old are you?” she asked herself, laughing out loud. She felt like a teenager going on and on about her first crush, but when she thought about his naked body against hers, she almost drove off the road.

She turned the radio up even louder and began singing, “Here Comes the Sun.”

It took just over 60 minutes to reach Cassie’s house in Braxton. Arriving at her little ranch house, she opened the garage door and pulled her car in, John pulling his Mustang in next to her. Cassie sat back in the driver’s seat and stretching against the steering wheel, took a deep breath. She watched John exit his car and begin to walk towards her. He stared at her from the front of the car, then went to open Cassie’s door for her.

She looked up into his eyes and took his offered hand, John moving her up against the car and closing the door. Cassie grabbed onto the lapels of his suit coat and pulled him in to kiss him. As their lips met, a fire ignited; Cassie pulled him quickly into the house, closing and locking the door behind them. Together they fell against the wall, John bracing them with his one hand, the other holding her lower back securely.

Cassie’s arms wound tightly around his neck as John started kissing her, Cassie meeting his passion with her own. Mouths together, their tongues searching the other in a desperate need, they held onto each other as though they were life buoys. John began kissing her neck with growing intensity while Cassie moaned against him, whispering his name. He slipped his leg through hers while she slid her hand down the front of his body to the growing erection in his pants.

John covered her mouth again with his own as his hand explored her body, eventually slipping a hand underneath her sweater and pulling it off in one swift motion.

“Cassie,” he sighed into her neck as she began to slip off his suit coat. Cassie’s eyes were fixed on his as she loosened his silk tie and quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt. She reached around him and slid the shirt off, gently gliding her fingernails up and around his chest.

Urgently now, John unzipped her pants and helped her slide out of them, his large, strong hands tracing the front of her until he came to her bra. He lined the material with quick kisses against the top of her breast. Cassie braced herself against the wall as his mouth came down on hers again; she arched her back towards him and pulled him closer. Running her hands down his powerful bare chest, she reached the waistband of his trousers and unzipped them, freeing him from his pants.

In one quick movement, together they ripped her panties and his boxers off each other. John pushed her eagerly into the wall, raising her one knee up along the side of her body. Bowing down slightly, as he rose he entered her fully and heard Cassie hitch her breath.

Immediately they found their rhythm and it seemed like only seconds before Cassie called out his name and dug her fingers into his back.

“Shit, John ,” she moaned.

He thrust into her again and her body began to shudder underneath his hands. Listening to her, he moved faster as she continued to quiver. Beyond aroused, he released himself, breathing heavily into her neck.

“Fuck…” he managed to say in between his quickened breaths. He lowered Cassie’s knee as he withdrew from her and kissed her fully on the mouth. John could feel her heartbeat in her chest.

They sighed together, taking in a deep breath of air, their arms wrapped around each other.

“Welcome to Braxton…,” she said finally, smiling at him.

John placed his cheek next to hers. “Friendly little town you have here,” he laughed.

“We aim to please,” Cassie teased.

John kissed her cheek and stepped back, leaning down and putting his boxers back on. He handed Cassie her black panties and his Oxford shirt and she slipped them both on. John took her hand and kissed her lightly.

“Would you like a glass of wine or something else?” Cassie asked, after kissing him again and taking his hand to walk into the kitchen.

“That would be nice.”

“Have a seat in the livingroom and I’ll get it,” she told him.

She could see him sit on the sofa from her viewpoint in the kitchen.

“Are you in any pain?” she called to him. “I should check your wounds.”

“No pain,” he responded, evenly. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Cassie rounded the kitchen island and presented John with a glass of red wine, then sat next to him.

“So what’s the game plan here?” Cassie asked, placing her leg over his. “Are we going to the police department to clear this up or what do you want to do?”

John’s 6th sense was on high alert. Something was really off with this whole scenario. From Jeremy finding him half dead outside the Continental to ending up at the Braxton ER, something wasn’t right. Why didn’t they just kill him? And did all this have to do with the High Table being upset with him for not killing Winston? Well, he wasn’t going to kill Winston. He didn’t want to kill anyone.

His hand made long, light sweeps of her shin. “I’ll go there tomorrow while you’re at work and straighten it out.”

“John,” she said, looking him in the eyes. “What do you do, anyway? I mean your career. Why would someone shoot you, stab you and leave you for dead outside the ER? I mean, too much, no?”

There were 2 choices. Tell her the truth and lose her or lie and eventually lose her. He decided to go with a combination of the two.

“I don’t know why someone would do that,” he told her. “I honestly don’t.”

“Well, is it related to your job?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you do?”

“It’s very complicated,” he said slowly.

“I have a high functioning brain,” she responded. “Try me.”

John was silent for a long time. “It’s better that you don’t know, Cass. Can you leave it at that?”

“What? I’m good enough to sleep with but not good enough to know what you do for a living?”

“No,” he answered immediately. “No. It’s not that. I’m just trying to protect you.”

“I’m not some Mafia wife,” Cassie told him pointedly, removing her leg from his lap.

“I know that. But the less you know, the better off you are,” he said, gently. “I’m trying to change my life now. But I don’t know if I can.”

“You’re very mysterious.”

“I don’t mean to be, I just have to.”

“Can you tell me anything about your life?” Cassie asked him.

He shook his head and looked down at his hands. “No. I’m sorry, Cass. You already know everything I can tell you.”

“So you’re an international man of mystery….?”

He laughed slightly. “I don’t want to be. Not to you, anyway.”

“Look, John. I’m no shrinking violet. I’ve got a mouth and I have a brain. I’ve birthed babies and held the hands of the dying. I’m pretty sure anything you can say wouldn’t shock me in the least.”

John leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “You have to trust me, Cass,” he said, his face close to hers. “I’ll explain it to you when I can. For now, I can’t. If you’d kick me out on my ass right now, I’d understand.”

She leaned her face away from him and looked in his eyes. “You’ll explain it to me when you can?”

“You have my word. Just trust me Cass. Please.”

There was a moment of silence as they watched each other, John wondering if she would, indeed, kick him out and Cassie wondering how long she could stand being kept in the dark. But, God help her, she did trust him...her sixth sense at work again. Besides how, she wondered, could anyone who kissed like a blue-ribbon prize winner be anything but on the up and up? She laughed at herself. Her logic was faulty and if and when she ever cared about that, all she had to do was look in his eyes and her defenses would melt. Like now.

“All right, fine. I get it,” she blurted, sitting up and reaching for the remote control for the television. Cassie looked back at him. “When’s the last time you watched Sunday Night Football, ate pizza, hot wings that burned the shit out of your mouth and drank beer?”

“That’s a ‘thing’?”

“Or we could watch ‘Hockey Night in Canada’ and eat hot dogs, soft pretzels with melted plastic called cheese and drink beer. I have the NHL channel.”

“That’s another ‘thing’?”

“Or we could soak in my bathtub and under candle light, feed each other cheese and strawberries, drink wine and listen to Frank Sinatra.” Cassie blinked her dark eyes at him. “Your call.”

John studied her and reached out to run the back of his hand down her cheek. “Where’s your bathtub?”

#john wick #john wick fanfic #an impossible task #help #do i know where this is going #keanu reeves

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I know you just wrote it but a follow up of the one-shot where aquaria left brianna? Maybe where brianna goes back to aquaria thinking this went on long enough and aquaria doesn't let up (at first)? She maybe even found someone else, Idk i was just obsessed with it i need more

Okay so first of all, that technically wasn’t a one shot. I didn’t put enough detail for it to be a fic. Same with this. But this ended up being 5000 words long so yikes. If I ever turn this au into a full blown fic (i might as well) this scene will likely be split in two, if not three parts.

it got a bit humorous as times. god bless katelyn. brianna has some issues. sorry the continuity is a little wonky.

When Brianna wakes up the next morning she wakes into the kitchen saying “Aquaria what do you want for brea-” Before she remembers that Aquaria left the night before. She’s still like well she’ll be back later today. Brianna going about her day, asking Aquaria questions before remembering that she’s not there. It’s kinda weird but Brianna isn’t worried. A full day passes and Brianna is still sticking to her story that Aquaria is gonna be back eventually.

The second day Monet calls demanding to know what the fuck happened. “Brianna, Katelyn just called me. She says that Aquaria showed up at her place two nights ago, sobbing and looking a mess. She had all her stuff with her too. Aquaria is refusing to tell either of us what happened. Clearly, this has something to do with you.” Brianna scoffing. “Is she still doing that? It’s nothing we just had a fight.” Monet isn’t buying it at all. “Are you sure? Because I know you’ve fought before but Aquaria has never done this before. Brianna she’s practically hysterical. Neither of us can mention you without her crying.” Brianna pushing all the guilt she’s feeling away. “She’s overreacting like she always does. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

That’s how Monet knows something is seriously wrong. “What the hell? ‘I apologize for the inconvenience?’ Brianna I’m your best friend not one of your clients. What is going on? I’m worried about you two.” Brianna does not want to do this anymore. It’s none of Monet’s business if her and Aquaria are fighting. “It’s none of your business Monet. So stop asking. I’m busy, I’ll talk to you later.” Brianna hangs up before Monet can reply. Her phone rings at least 4 more times, all from Monet.

Brianna just throws herself into work. Goes to the office because the house is too empty without Aquaria. Stays there long past midnight, looking over forms, calling business partners. She ignores 2 more phone calls from Monet, 3 from Katelyn and one from Bob of all people. Brianna goes home at 2 in the morning, pretty convinced Aquaria will be there by now only to find the apartment just as empty. Brianna makes dinner, accidently makes two portions, eats alone and replays their fight in her head. It’s the same thing on day three, except this time no one calls and Brianna wakes up in the middle of the night and works until the sun rises because she keeps dreaming about Aquaria.

On the opposite end of the spectrum Aquaria has been curled up on Katelyn’s couch for four days in a row. Katelyn doesn’t know what Brianna did but whatever it was it must have been bad. Nudging Aquaria up “Hey Qua Qua. I was thinking about going out tonight. Wanna come with?” Aquaria doesn’t really say anything, just kinda stares at the floor. “You’ll feel better I promise. I already asked Vixen, Asia and Jordan. It’ll be fun.” Aquaria mumbling. “Okay.” Katelyn is honestly just grateful that Aquaria is at least willing to take a shower and put on some makeup. Katelyn has never seen anyone looked this depressed about going clubbing. When they get there everyone else has already arrived. Vixen and Asia both hugging Aquaria. Katelyn is pretty sure Aquaria hasn’t told them what’s going on but Aquaria is smiling, or at least trying to.

Asia asks Aquaria about a new project at work and Aquaria finally seems happy for the first time in 4 days when she talks about it. She talks about how the new collection is coming along and she’s really excited to see it debut. Katelyn is happy for her. And then Asia asks “How is Brianna doing by the way?” Aquaria’s face falls and Katelyn is panicking right away cause she’s pretty sure Aquaria is going to start crying. Aquaria just looks completely emotionless instead. “I don’t know. I don’t care. We broke up.” Vixen is like what the fuck “Wait what? What happened?” Aquaria snapping “It’s not important. We broke up and I’m not talking about her. Brianna is a control freak who apparently can’t exist if she isn’t putting people down. She can go fuck herself and I don’t care what happens to her!” At this point Aquaria is yelling and some people are staring. Aquaria huffing “Whatever. I need a drink. Jordan let’s go.”

Aquaria taking shots one after another and when Vixen tells her to slow down she tells Vixen to piss off. Alcohol hits her hard and fast and after not even 2 hours in Aquaria is already drunk and Katelyn is very very worried. “Aquaria maybe you should sit down, I’ll get you some wa-” Aquaria trying to shove Katelyn away “No I’m gonna dance. I’m gonna dance and find someone hotter and fuck them. Fuck Brianna I don’t care!” Katelyn trying to keep Aquaria from flopping off her chair. “Uh huh yeah fuck Brianna. Here let’s maybe go outside.” Aquaria keeps yelling though “She’s a bitch Katelyn! She said I’m a kid and that I don’t have a real job but guess what? I’m an adult! I can buy alcohol and fuck people and I’m gonna fuck someone.” Katelyn is like yeah you’re definitely not, you’re way too drunk for that. Beckoning Vixen over and by this time Aquaria is crying “She’s a fucking bitch.” Katelyn patting Aquaria’s head as Aquaria drunk cries into her top, exchanging glances with Vixen. “I work hard I’m worth something. Right? Right?” Vixen looks so damn pissed off and Brianna may be her sister but Katelyn is ready to kill Brianna. “Yeah. You’re worth something.”

The two of them dragging Aquaria out of the club, shoving all 5’8 of Aquaria into a cab. Vixen looks livid. “You better talk to your sister because if she’s at work tomorrow then I’m giving her a piece of my mind.” Katelyn is like fuck cause she knows Vixen isn’t exaggerating. “Give me until noon. I’ll talk to her I promise. I’m mad too.” On the way back to Katelyn’s apartment, Katelyn texts Brianna. “We need to talk.” Brianna sees the message but doesn’t respond. Katelyn somehow managing to drag Aquaria out of the cab, paying the driver, and hauling her Aquaria into her apartment. Katelyn shoving Aquaria onto the bed, taking off her heels and going to take her own makeup off before sleeping on the couch. Katelyn doesn’t know what happened but Aquaria had a hard night, might as well let her take the bed.

Katelyn waking up suddenly because there’s a loud crash. Immediately getting up and rushing into the bathroom to see Aquaria with her head in the toilet puking her guts up and crying. Katelyn’s nightstand got knocked down by Aquaria in her rush to get to the bathroom. Katelyn kneeling beside her, holding Aquaria’s hair back as she throws up, rubbing her back and telling her she’s gonna be okay. Aquaria heaving, eyes bloodshot. “Hey Aqua. You okay?” Katelyn rubbing circles into her back and Aquaria picking herself up, leaning against the cabinets. Her hair is messy, makeup smeared, she’s still in her dress from last night and looks awful.

Aquaria sobbing “I told her I hated her.” Katelyn tucking some stray hair behind Aquaria’s ear, asking “Who?” Even though she’s pretty sure she already know the answer. Aquaria’s voice cracking “Brianna. I told her I hated her. I called her a sociopath.” Normally Katelyn would kill anyone who said that about her sister but Aquaria looks devastated. “ I told her she was gonna die alone and unloved.” Katelyn hugging Aquaria, Aquaria curling around her. “Katelyn I love her.” Sobbing, trying to get her words out. “I love her so much.” Katelyn just hugs Aquaria, telling her over and over “I know, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

Aquaria wakes up the next morning on Katelyn’s bathroom floor with a killer headache and a disgusting taste in her mouth. Katelyn is on the floor next to her, using a towel as a pillow. Aquaria doesn’t remember much of last night but when she manages to stand up and look at herself in the mirror the smeared makeup and tear tracks tell her all she needs to know. Turning the faucet on and rinsing out her mouth before shaking Katelyn awake. “You’re gonna get sick. The floor is cold.” Katelyn blinking awake. “Fuck did I fall asleep? I was gonna try and drag you back to bed.” Aquaria laughing. “You could have just left me here. I’m such a messy drunk I probably deserved it.” Katelyn looks at her and its nothing but pity. “You didn’t deserve it.” Aquaria trying to ignore the feeling of dread. Clearly Katelyn knows something Aquaria doesn’t. Katelyn getting off the floor. “I’m gonna make breakfast. Take a shower. You look like a trainwreck.” Aquaria throwing a tissue at Katelyn as she walks away, laughing.

Aquaria spends a solid 30 minutes in the shower trying to remember what happened. She’s still pissed at Brianna. She should start looking into getting a new apartment. Her head hurts. Katelyn and Brianna use the same shampoo. She knows Katelyn definitely can’t afford that so Brianna must buy it for her. She’s single again. She told Brianna she hated her. Aquaria standing there, watching the soap drain when Katelyn bangs on the door. “Get the fuck out you’re gonna drive my water bill up!” Aquaria coming into the kitchen to find Katelyn drinking coffee and looking at her phone and it reminds her so much of Brianna except Katelyn is poor as shit and her kitchen is not nearly as nice as Brianna’s and also they’re drinking folgers, none of that fancy Ethiopian stuff. Katelyn catches Aquaria staring. “Stop judging, Brianna’s the rich one not me.” Aquaria taking the cup of coffee Katelyn’s offering her. “I thought you were making breakfast.” Katelyn pushing a box of cereal towards her. “I had to drag your dumb drunk ass out of the club yesterday. You’re like 6 feet.” Aquaria mumbling “5 foot 8” and Katelyn rolling her eyes “tomato tomatoe the point is it’s Cap'n Crunch or nothing. You’re a plebian like me now.”

Katelyn sitting on the counter, sipping her coffee while Aquaria leans against the stove and eats dry Cap’n Crunch. It’s nice. It reminds Aquaria of her life before she met Brianna. Katelyn putting down her mug. “Aquaria.” Aquaria doesn’t look up at her, focused on her cereal. “Yeah?” Katelyn sighs. “What did you and Brianna fight about?” Aquaria stopped chewing. Katelyn looks concerned. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Now Katelyn looks pissed. “Aquaria you showed up at my apartment at 3 in the morning 5 days ago in tears, moped around and refused to talk to anyone for 4 days, and then proceeded to get black out drunk and puke your guts out in my bathroom before crying on the floor for about an hour! Brianna on the other hand has been ignoring all my calls and texts, I have no idea what she’s doing but knowing her she’s probably not eating anything, not sleeping, and is working herself into an early death!” Aquaria feels so guilty because she did just barge into Katelyn’s life. “I’m sorry.” Katelyn groaning. “I’m not looking for an apology Aquaria. You’re my friend, I would be here for you either way. But you’re also my sister’s girlfriend and you look absolutely miserable and I would be a terrible friend and sister if I didn’t at least attempt to fix this.” Katelyn taking a deep breath. “I care about you both. So please tell me what happened.”

Aquaria doesn’t have an appetite anymore. “We got into a fight. I accused Brianna of using her job to run away from talking about some problems we were already having. She keeps treating me like a kid and I’m tired of it.” Katelyn sighing. “Yeah she has a history of doing that.” Aquaria nodding. “Yeah. Brianna said she wasn’t running away and that her job was important. Like, actually important. Not like my job which is something that anyone can apparently do.” By this point Katelyn already has a pretty good idea of what’s going on. “It’s not like I worked my fucking ass off to get my position or anything. It’s not like I barely sleep and rest, no apparently none of that shit matters cause clearly everything I do will never be as hard or important as what Brianna does!” Aquaria is yelling at this point. “I’m always gonna be inferior to her, she’s always gonna see me as some immature kid, she’s always going to look down on me just like she fucking looks down on everyone!”

Aquaria is out of breath at this point. Katelyn waiting for a bit. “And when did you call her a sociopath?” Katelyn doesn’t sound angry, just neutral. Aquaria mumbling. “I threw a glass at her and then a vase. I told her she treated everyone around her like shit and called her a sociopath and said that it’s the reason Bob left her and the reason I’m leaving her too. I told her she was going to die alone and unloved and that I hated her and then I left.”

Katelyn is quiet. “You know when Bob left Brianna threw a plate at him and he called her a sociopath too. He said that she was incapable of being emotionally vulnerable and caring about anyone but herself. That she looked down on everyone around her.” Aquaria doesn’t say anything, just listens. “You’re both right. It’s the truth. Brianna doesn’t let herself lose, ever. She’ll fight for what she wants and steamroll over anyone who stands in her way, even if it’s someone she loves. It’s cause she’s convinced herself that loving someone isn’t worth it. She hates herself while also thinking she’s better than everyone. Honestly, it’s bizarre and I don’t understand it.”

Katelyn sighs. “But this isn’t like her and Bob. They had other issues too. Differences in worldview, how the other should do their job, arguments about life choices. Brianna has grown a little bit. Barely cause y’know, she’s an idiot, but she’s changed.” Aquaria doesn’t look at Katelyn. “She loves you Aquaria. Truly. I know it’s sounds fake when she says it but honestly I think it’s because she doesn’t know it herself. She’s always been a workaholic. Aquaria when she met you was the first time in years I ever saw her take a break. I won’t apologize for her cause she’s an asshole but she has a good heart. I promise.”

It’s quiet. Neither Katelyn nor Aquaria say anything for a while. Aquaria’s voice is hushed “I still love her. I know I yelled at her but I still love her. But I can’t go back. There’s no way Brianna wants me after this.” Katelyn stretching. “She does. My sister is an idiot. She’s too proud to back down and admit she made a mistake. She’ll keep digging herself into this hole. So I’m gonna go and beat some sense into her. It’s almost 10 and Vixen said if I didn’t talk to Brianna before noon she was gonna go and kick the shit outta Brianna herself.” Aquaria like wait what “You’re kidding, no Vixen worked so hard for this job she’s gonna get herself fired!” Katelyn like yep so we better hurry.

Katelyn looks very relaxed and confident and Aquaria has no clue how “How are you this okay with fighting Brianna? She could ruin your life. She doesn’t even need to ruin my life, I’ve been away from work for 5 days I’ve probably already been fired.” Katelyn shaking her head “You’re fine. I talked to Alaska, let her know that Brianna was being a dickhead again. You have the next week off.” Aquaria looking at Katelyn like who the fuck are you and Katelyn looks dead inside. “Brianna is smart but she’s stubborn as fuck. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to do damage control. Also I knew Alaska in college and we’re pretty good friends. I’m this okay with fighting Brianna because I’m one of the only people who loves her unconditionally and she knows it. Also she’s my sister and if she tries to ruin my life I have so many embarrassing stories that I can leak to the press. You’re lucky, you’re about to witness a legendary Heller style fight.”

While all this is going on Brianna is doing exactly what Katelyn thought she would. She hasn’t been home in two days because she’s been sleeping on the couch in her office for barely 3 hours a day. She’s alive by the sheer will of god and iced coffee. Brianna can’t go home. It reminds her of Aquaria, it reminds her of the fact that Aquaria isn’t there. It’s been 5 days and Aquaria isn’t back and at this point Brianna is wondering if Aquaria ever will be back. When Bob left Brianna laughed about it too and a week later she was being served divorce papers. Everything feels wrong without Aquaria there and Brianna hates it. Yes she loves Aquaria but she should also be able to function without her. But here Brianna is, hands shaking, retyping this email for the fourth time in less than an hour.

She’s tired, angry and she fucking hates herself for ever yelling at Aquaria. What kind of jackass tells their girlfriend that their job isn’t a real job? But she’s okay, she’s fine, she doesn’t need Aquaria. She’s been waking up in the middle of the night because all she can dream about is Aquaria, their fight is replaying over and over in her head. She sits on the couch and curses herself. Brianna hasn’t let someone see her cry since she was married to Bob but its 4 in the morning, she’s so tired, and she fucked up the one good thing she had in her life. She can let herself cry on her uncomfortable office couch for an hour, try and make herself presentable and pretend like she’s okay. She’s been doing it her entire life. Before she met Aquaria and after Aquaria leaves. But Aquaria wouldn’t actually leave, right? It was one fight. It was one fight and Aquaria will be back but it’s day 5 and Aquaria still isn’t back and fuck, Brianna is starting to panic.

Brianna is staring at her computer when Katelyn knocks on her door. It’s an email from Bob and all it says it “You need to fix this. Aquaria is young. Grow up and apologize. Take it from me, your ex-husband.” Brianna feels dead inside. Bob is right. It’s ironic that she accused Aquaria of being childish when she’s literally been refusing to go home cause it reminds her of the fact that she ruined her own relationship cause she was, what, too proud to suck it up and admit that she was wrong? That’s exactly it. It’s how she lost Bob and it’s going to be how she loses Aquaria too, huh. Someone knocks at her door and Brianna just mumbles “Come in” expecting it to be someone with quarterly reports.

Except it’s Katelyn and the look she has on her face is nothing less than rage and Brianna is already on the defensive. “What are you doing here?” Glaring at Katelyn. “I’m at work Katelyn.” Katelyn rolling her eyes “yeah I know. It’s cause you’re refusing to go home, right? I know you Brianna. You’re being ridiculous.” Brianna closing her laptop. “You don’t know what happened, don’t fucking tell me I’m being ridiculous. Aquaria stepping into the room behind Katelyn and closing the door. Aquaria looks exhausted and Brianna’s heart drops. “What are you doing here?”

Aquaria deadpanning. “I’m here to witness a legendary Heller style fight.” Brianna has about two seconds to process what Aquaria says before Katelyn hurls a couch cushion at her. “Brianna Maxine Heller what the f u c k is wrong with you!” Brianna ducking at the cushion takes out a stack of papers and bounces off a file cabinet. “Katelyn what the f-” Katelyn yelling “No you shut up and listen for once in your goddamn life! Aquaria showed up at my door 5 days ago looking absolutely devastated! And it was your fucking fault! She told me everything that happened, what the hell is wrong with you that you think it’s okay to say that Aquaria’s job is nothing? To tell her that she’s some kid? I know Alaska, she says Aquaria is one of the hardest working people she’s ever seen! Aquaria has never asked you to go to any kind of event with her but you’re always dragging her along here and there even though she’s fucking busy!”

Brianna protesting “Because it’s what expected! How the hell is everyone going to show up with their partners and I show up alone?” Katelyn throwing another cushion at her “That’s your problem, not hers! You think any of those wives of those rich fucks have jobs? They literally do nothing all day! Aquaria works full time! Hell, she works more than that! How many hours a week do you work, Aqua?” Aquaria glaring at Brianna. “52. I work on weekends and overtime.” Katelyn nodding. “That’s fucking right. And how many do you work Brianna? 46! I know because you’ve fucking told me! So if we’re just comparing numbers, which I know you know how to do because you’re a slut for math, then you’re already an idiot because why? Because Aquaria works more than your pompous ass and then she has to go to your stupid parties and meetings too!”

Brianna has nothing to say to that but the hell if she’s backing down. “She doesn’t even do anything! Picking out clothes isn’t a job!” Katelyn looking at her like she grew another head “Brianna who the fuck do you think picks out all the outfits you wear when you go to your meetings? Why the hell do you think you have a stylist?” Brianna stuttering and Katelyn just continues “Because you fucking suck that’s why! If you genuinely think that all Aquaria does is pick out clothes then you must be stupider than I thought because all you have to do is fucking google her to see that that is a fraction of what she does! By your logic all you do is talk to people and anyone could do that!” Brianna frowning “That’s not all I do my jo-” Katelyn covering her ears “Nope I’m not listening to you because I’m Brianna Heller and I’m a jackass who thinks I know everything even when my fucking girlfriend is trying to explain it to me because she can tell that I’m an idiot!” Brianna can hear Aquaria snicker in the background and that just pisses her off even more.

“My decisions affect the entire world, not just some random model!” Katelyn glaring at her. “Yes they do. But that doesn’t make you any better than Aquaria.” Brianna protesting “That’s not what I was saying.” Aquaria piping up “No that’s exactly what you were saying. That’s what you’re always saying. That because of what you do, and who you are, you’re somehow better than me. You’re somehow better than all of us. You go on and on about how much you hate the rest of the narcissistic asshole CEOs you have to work with but you are exactly the same. You look down on everyone because you think what you do is the most important thing.” Brianna opening her mouth to say something but Aquaria cutting her off “No, you’re going to let me talk. You treat me like I’m a kid. That I somehow don’t know how the world works or that when I’m mad about something that it isn’t something worth being mad about. You dismiss my anger as tantrums. I’m your girlfriend Brianna not your fucking child.”

Katelyn jumping right in “And knowing you, Brianna, you probably used that weird mommy kink thing you two have against Aquaria.” Brianna flushing red but Aquaria just nods. “Yeah. She did.” Katelyn shouting “Do you realize how, one, fucking weird that is, and two, how toxic that is? Now I don’t know much about a mommy kink but I have called guys daddy before so I assume it’s the same thing and-” Brianna groaning, “Katelyn I don’t want to hear about your sex life” Katelyn sticking out her tongue “Well I’ve walked in on you and Aquaria fucking more than once so you’re gonna hear about my sex life. My point is that shit takes trust. So for you to manipulate that is real fucking shitty.” Brianna is quickly running out of defenses. “Aquaria threw a glass at me. That’s childish.”

Katelyn throwing up her hands. “And I just threw a cushion at you! And you threw a plate at Bob at age 32, which if I remember correctly, is a full decade older than Aquaria is now! Childish? Brianna you’ve been hiding out in your office for the past two days! You’re ignoring all my and Monet’s calls and you keep fighting against this even though an adult would know when to give up and admit that they’re wrong!” Aquaria glaring at Brianna. “I threw a glass at you because you insulted me and my work ethic for 10 minutes. Knowing you, if I even tried to do that you’d try to collapse the American economy just to spite me. Because you’re a fucking sociopath Brianna. You treat people like shit and then somehow expect them to still like you.” Brianna is like no, “I’m not a sociopath the definition of a sociopath is-” Katelyn cuts her off “That’s not the point! The point is that you’re fucking crazy! Bob said that same thing. Brianna you can’t look down on everyone around you, especially your girlfriend, and expect her to be okay with it.”

“I don’t do that.” Brianna hates how unsure she sounds. Katelyn sighing. “Yes you do. Bob says you do, Aquaria says you do and I say you do. If you called Monet right now I’m she’d agree. This is your reality check Brianna. If you want to keep denying it and living in your fantasy world, fine. But you’re smart. I know you’ve realized it too.” Brianna hates it because Katelyn is right, she has realized it. She’s controlling, and looks down on everyone and unless she changes it she’s going to lose Aquaria too. Brianna doesn’t say anything, just stares at her desk. She’s tired, she can’t remember the last time she ate, she wants to go home and she wants Aquaria to be there too. Aquaria’s voice is soft. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. You deserve to be loved. I don’t hate you. I love you so much and I want this to work but I’m tired Brianna.” Brianna looking up to meet Aquaria’s eyes and Aquaria looks sad. “I can’t keeping doing this if you aren’t willing to put in the work. I don’t want this to end but Brianna unless something changes I can’t stay.” Brianna realizes that there’s a clock ticking now and now it’s on her. Either she decides to grow the fuck up and admit she was wrong or her and Aquaria end like this. And Brianna doesn’t want them to end like this.” Aquaria sighing. “Let me know by the end of the week. If you don’t know by then I’m gonna start looking at apartments.” Brianna’s business brain tells her to take the time, think over the best strategies, get the most out of this but that’s what got her into this mess didn’t it?

Brianna’s voice is strained. “Katelyn can you leave? I need to talk to Aquaria alone.” Katelyn raising an eyebrow “I don’t know if th-” Aquaria shaking her head “It’s okay. Thank you for yelling at Brianna Katelyn. It was very entertaining to watch.” Katelyn smiling, giving Aquaria a quick hug “Anytime. I’m gonna wait outside, let me know if you need me to yell at her more.” Brianna is exhausted but she can’t help but smile. “You’re both terrible.” Katelyn stepping out and Brianna practically collapsing into her desk chair, resting her head on her hands, closing her eyes. Aquaria is quiet, waiting for Brianna to talk. “I’m sorry.” Her business brain is telling her to backtrack, apologizing is losing. “You’re right. You’re both right. I look down on people.” Aquaria agrees quietly. “You do. Katelyn told me you don’t like to lose. It’s hot when you’re fighting other people but it doesn’t work if you’re trying to fight me.”

Brianna laughing dryly. “I can’t seem to admit I’m wrong. Clearly, I have some issues.” Aquaria nods. “Yeah. I’d suggest you see a therapist or some shit but it’s probably a liability.” Brianna sighs. “It is. Monet is a psychiatrist so I’ve thought about it because I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t try and take down my company but even then…” Brianna looking up at Aquaria. Aquaria shrugging “You could try. I don’t care how you do it. But you need help.” Brianna wants to die because this feels humiliating. Aquaria is 22 but she has to tell Brianna this. Fuck, Brianna needs to get it together. “Brianna I can hear you thinking. I’m saying this as your girlfriend. Talk to Monet. She’s your best friend she’s probably be a good fit.” Brianna groaning. “That’s so fucking weird. Asking your best friend if they can be your psychiatrist.” Aquaria rolling her eyes. “I literally call you Mommy when we fuck. It’s really not that weird.” Brianna will admit, Aquaria does have a point. “Okay. Okay, I’ll talk to Monet.” Brianna standing back up, holding the desk cause her head is spinning. Aquaria can tell. “Brianna when was the last time you ate?” Brianna mumbling “I don’t remember.” Aquaria sticking her head out the door. “Katelyn, you were right.” Brianna can hear Katelyn curse. Barging in, pulling a granola bar out of her purse ‘Brianna I keep telling you you need to eat. You’re lucky I know how dumb you can be.”

Thrusting the granola bar into Brianna’s hand and Brianna definitely has to sit down again. “By the way, I texted Vixen. She said she’s not going to kill Brianna this time but if it happens again she won’t hesitate.” Brianna like wait what. Katelyn explaining “Aquaria starting crying about you when we went clubbing. Vixen was ready to kick the shit outta you.” Aquaria like wait I did what “I started crying about Brianna when we went clubbing?” Katelyn like yes “It would have cute if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re a messy drunk and you kept trying to fight Asia cause she wouldn’t let you have any more drinks.” Brianna halfway through her granola bar. “Aquaria are you okay with going home?” Aquaria looking at her. “Are you going to talk to Monet?” Brianna sighing. “Yes.” “Then yes. I just have to grab my stuff from Katelyn’s.”

By the time they’re on their way back to Brianna’s apartment all of Brianna’s exhaustion is catching up to her and she’s ready to pass the fuck out. Aquaria watching her “You really didn’t sleep at all, did you?” Brianna yawning. “Only a little bit. I kept having dreams about you.” Aquaria grinning “were they sexy?” Brianna shaking her head “I wish. It was all about our fight. I thought you were actually going to leave.” Aquaria isn’t smiling anymore. “I almost did.” Brianna squeezing Aquaria’s hand. “I know.” The rest of the ride is silent and by the time they get back home Brianna has already fallen asleep on Aquaria’s shoulder.

#lord this is long #its a happy ending kids!!!#sorta #craquaria #sugar mommy au #this au is spinning out of control #asks #Anonymous

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oh, the weather outside is frightful 2/? (craquaria) - teenwitch

AN: Hi, I’m teenwitch. I was blown away with all the positive feedback on the last chapter of this fic aw so here’s a part 2. Thanx soso much to everyone who had kind words to say ! many many words of fluffy smutty christmas stuff jus 4 u! TW for use of the word slut

Also I’m really sorry to admins for not doing my tags last time, I wasn’t sure how but I’ve worked it out now :)))

Brianna texts Aquaria when she gets home. They’d both made a half hearted attempt to clean themselves up before exiting the bathroom, passing Monet and Kameron (Kameron sitting on Monet’s lap and Monet leaning around her to mouth something unintelligible but animated at Brianna, holding her hand to her ear in the universal gesture for “call me” with an excited grin) on their way to the coat check. In the elevator, Brianna had unlocked her phone to order an uber and Aquaria had snatched it out of her hand right away, typing in her number before flashing that blinding grin and thrusting it back into Brianna’s hand. Aquaria’s ride had arrived first and she’d kissed Brianna goodbye on the cheek, gripping her wrist tightly and telling Brianna to “text me, ok?”. Her face had been confident but an edge of uncertainty had softened her tone. Brianna had smiled, tried to make her eyes warm at Aquaria as she assured her she would. And so Brianna does. She doesn’t know what to send ; “hey, it was cool when you came around my fingers in the bathroom of your workplace” ? so she settles on her favourite heart emoji, the pink one with the little sparkles. She briefly considers red, to match the dress Aquaria had been wearing, before deciding that a plain red heart is too generic. She texts Monet “;))) see u tomorrow?” before dropping her phone, stripping out of her dress and bra and climbing naked into bed. Brianna’s grinning as she falls asleep.

Aquaria wakes up at midday (so sue her, it’s three days til Christmas and her office is closed until the new year) and the first thing she does is check her phone. There’s 3 texts from Brianna and a knot Aquaria didn’t know was in her stomach unties itself. Last night Brianna had texted and she’d texted back and then Brianna hadn’t and Aquaria had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand. She unlocks her phone and reads “I almost did the red heart to match ur dress but it seemed too basic” and then “oh ! duh!” and then 3 of the emoji with the little lady dancing in the red dress. It’s silly and it makes Aquaria grin as she types out a response before swinging her legs out of bed and padding across the hallway to her shower. She catches herself humming as she’s shampooing her hair and blushes a little. I mean really, Aquaria she scolds herself over a woman you met not even 24 hours ago ? But Brianna had been lovely. Aquaria’s thoughts drift to the night before as she rubs shower gel over her small breasts. She pinches a nipple, like Brianna had done, and feels heat coil low in her stomach. She lets her hands slip down and around her body to grab at her ass and gives herself a slap, thinks of Brianna, again, before she trails her hands around to between her legs where she’s already so wet. Wet just from thinking about Brianna and the way she’d touched Aquaria with those strong hands. Aquaria’s whine echoes, high pitched and needy, off the tile of the shower as she slips a finger past her entrance. She’s pathetic, she thinks as she fucks herself, so desperate for a woman she barely knows. Aquaria cums imagining Brianna standing in the doorway, watching her.

“Heeellloooooo” Monet flings open the door to her apartment, wearing a thick white facemask. Brianna cackles and follows her inside, dropping the box of pizza she’d been carrying on Monet’s kitchen counter “you better have saved some of that for me, Mrs Doubtfire. I’m nearly 40, I need all the help I can get!”

“Of course dearie! It’s in the bathroom!” Monet says, still in character. Then, dropping the phony British accent, “33 is not nearly 40, Cracker!”

“It might as well be! I have wrinkles Monet, look at this face!” Brianna pulls her skin back taught across her face in Monet’s bathroom mirror, pulling a face at herself before beginning to smear the white mask over her forehead

“Girl, shut up!” Monet calls from the kitchen “and tell me everything about last night, you left with Aquaria! And do not even try to tell me you didn’t fuck in that bathroom Miz Cracker, I saw the state of the two of you.” Satisfied she’s covered her face evenly, Brianna runs out of the Bathroom and jumps onto Monet’s small couch, claiming her favourite throw blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Tell me everything!” Monet repeats as she settles in next to Brianna and opens the pizza box. And so Brianna does. By 9pm they’ve covered both Aquaria and Kameron in detail. Monet had taken Kameron home, fucked her, and Kameron had asked Monet to get dinner with her tomorrow night before she’d gone home (“do you think she meant it as, like, a date? Like a date-date?” Monet had asked until Brianna rolled her eyes so hard her brain hurt). Brianna had also found out that Aquaria was young (Monet wasn’t sure how young though), occasionally stand of fish but generally very sweet and was junior fashion editor for the same magazine Monet worked at. She desperately wants to see Aquaria again. “Just text her girl, ask her to go skating or to a movie or something” Monet says, hugging Brianna goodbye at the door. And so, as she tends to when Monet suggests something (Brianna still cringes when she thinks about certain incidents from their early twenties), Brianna does.

The next time Aquaria sees Brianna, it’s Christmas Eve. She’d planned her outfit 2 days ago, as soon as she read Brianna’s text. This afternoon she’d put it on, decided it looked stupid and then spent 2 hours trying on and discarding various tops and dresses. It was irrelevant to Aquaria that they were going ice skating, and most of her clothes would be covered by her heavy coat anyway. She had left the house wearing lipstick and turned around halfway down the stairs to her apartment to go back and wipe it off. She wants to kiss Brianna. And now she’s actually looking at Brianna, and her chest is 10 times tighter than it had been before. Brianna’s an old hollywood angel, her long blonde hair as full as ever, bouncing down over the collar of her brown fur coat, which nearly reaches her ankles. The only thing missing is red lipstick, Aquaria thinks, grinning as she notes that Brianna’s bare lips match hers. Brianna hasn’t spotted her yet, she’s looking away from Aquaria at the people circling the ice, her chin propped up in her hand. Aquaria wants to take a photo. She’s actually fingering her phone in her pocket, debating whether or not it would be too stalkerish, when Brianna’s head snaps around towards her and her face breaks out in a grin. “Hi!” She hurries over to Aquaria, blonde waves bouncing , and wraps her arms around her waist. She’s shorter than Aquaria remembers, as Aquaria hugs her back she can rest her chin on the top of her head. Brianna pulls away and grins out a breathy “How are you?”, already leading Aquaria over to the skate hire booth. Her eyes are warm and Aquaria feels less nervous already.

They’re skating, and Aquaria is good at it. The second they’d got on the ice she’d pulled fluidly away from Brianna, gliding off and around the rink, turning to skate backwards and grin at Brianna as she lifted one leg off the ice and out in front of her body. Brianna had watched slack jawed as Aquaria did a little twisty jumpy thingy in the middle of the rink before lifting her leg up over her head. She looked so graceful and beautiful, her long limbs propelling her forwards, a strand of black hair falling over her pink cheeks. She’s flexible, too Brianna’s brain had added, and she felt her cheeks grow hot. “Are you done showing off?” Brianna had asked Aquaria when she skated smoothly back to her side, chest puffed out proudly “How did you even do that?!”. Aquaria had just shot her a shit eating grin before taking off skating again, this time more slowly, tugging at Brianna’s hand for her to follow.

“I took 8 years of dance and 2 years of figure skating” Aquaria admits, as they skate in tandem, Brianna feeling clumsy next to Aquaria’s effortless, strong movements. They keep chatting as they skate, about childhood hobbies, games and aspirations, then Kameron and Monet (Aquaria squeals and flails her wrists around when Brianna tells her that they’d had a successful date last night) then music and movies and fashion, interrupting themselves with little anecdotes here and there. “So,” Aquaria says, reaching out to steady Brianna as she stumbles slightly “why are you taking me out on Christmas Eve? Don’t you have, like, family to see or something?”

Brianna’s breath hitches at Aquaria’s firm grip on her forearm. “Well, my family is Jewish, so I’ve never really celebrated Christmas. We usually go for Chinese food and watch movies on Christmas Day, but my sister lives in Florida now and my mother’s away on a spiritual retreat this year, so it’s just me” she explains “I’d actuallly forgotten it was Christmas Eve, if I’m honest. Oh God, I hope I didn’t ruin your plans!” She turns to Aquaria, feeling cross at herself for blanking on the fact that Aquaria quite probably had had something to do tonight.

“No, not at all!” Aquaria laughs a little at Brianna’s worried face “I’m on my own too! My mom and stepmom are on vacation in Hawaii, so I’m orphaned this year.” Brianna doesn’t know whether or not she should ask Aquaria if she has plans for tomorrow. She wants to, but how weird does that seem, asking Aquaria to spend Christmas with her on their first date. She worries her bottom lip, debating, when a voice crackles over the loudspeakers at the side of the rink “closing in 30”.

“I guess that’s us” Aquaria smiles at her “I know a place about a block away that does mulled wine in the winter?”

On their way out of the cosy little bistro, Aquaria stops in the middle of the street, tugging Brianna back where their hands are entwined. She tilts her chin up to the sky and is silent for a moment before she huffs disappointedly “No stars” she says sadly in response to Brianna’s quirked eyebrow, “I love the stars”. It’s silly, but Aquaria feels genuinely disappointed. She does love the stars, she’s always thought of them as her friends, looking out for her at night. Sometimes she talks to them in her head, when there’s something she needs to figure out.

“New York and its damn light pollution.” Brianna says, and she must catch some of the upset on Aquaria’s face, because she drops her hand and wraps her arm around Aquaria’s waist instead, pulling her close to her side. It’s clumsy, walking like this, their heights and gaits don’t match and Brianna’s hip bumps into Aquaria’s thigh. Aquaria can’t bring herself to care though, Brianna’s warm and she’s pretty and she’s taking Aquaria back to her apartment. Her thumb is stroking circles into Aquaria’s side and Aquaria’s cheeks are warm from the wine and the tenderness of it all.

“Do you know much about the stars? Like, constellations and stuff?” Brianna asks

“Yeah, a little.”

“Tell me?”

And so Aquaria does. She starts with Aquarius, because that’s hers, and is halfway through Cassiopeia when Brianna fumbles for her keys in her coat and lets them into a looming building.

“This is me”

“It reminds me of the apartment building from ghostbusters” Aquaria tells Brianna as they start up the stairs “You’re Sigourney Weaver”.

“No way!” Brianna sounds almost offended “I’m definitely the demon in the fridge!”

Aquaria is slightly out of breath by the time they reach Brianna’s apartment, it’s been 7 flights of stairs. Brianna, of course, doesn’t seem affected in the slightest, and has enough breath to draw out a “ta daaaaaa” as she flings open the door and flicks on the light. Brianna’s apartment is cluttered in a cosy way. The walls are cream but decorated with various artworks and photographs, some in frames, some just taped up. Her red couch is draped in a colourful crochet blanket and several bright cushions, which should clash with the garish pattern of her curtains, but don’t. Aquaria spots plants on one windowsill and candles in various states of melted on another. It looks like a home in a way that Aquaria’s apartment, with its chic minimalist decor, doesn’t.

“It’s beautiful” Aquaria breathes, and means it.

“It’s not much, but it’s my home” Brianna takes a running jump onto her couch and sits up to take off her shoes. Aquaria plops down in the armchair opposite her and eases off her own thigh high boots, groaning as the muscles in her legs flex

“God, my calves hurt. I forgot that skating made them so sore.”

And then Brianna is on her knees in front of Aquaria, shoving Aquaria’s heels aside and taking her left leg in her hands. Aquaria starts to ask her what she’s doing but a moan comes out instead as Brianna’s strong fingers dig into her calf, rubbing deep circles right into where Aquaria’s muscle aches.

“Mm?” Brianna hums, looking up at Aquaria

“Mmm” Aquaria hums in confirmation, eyes fluttering shut. The way Brianna massages away the tension reminds Aquaria of the way her mom used to rub the growing pains out of her legs when she was a child. Aquaria feels herself getting wet at the thought, at being looked after by Brianna. By the time Brianna’s on the other calf, Aquaria’s squirming in her seat, sure she’s soaked through her panties.

“Good, baby?” Brianna asks, glancing up at Aquaria’s flushed face.

“Yes” Aquaria gasps, and as Brianna’s fingers trail up past her knee and over her inner thigh, she can’t help the thrust of her hips up off the chair. “Please” she whispers as Brianna’s hands trail higher.

“Please what, baby?” Brianna’s grip is suddenly strong on her upper thigh and Aquaria feels herself throb “What do you need?”

“Need you to touch me, Brianna, please” Aquaria hears the whine in her own voice and flushes. Brianna just grins and slides her hand up Aquaria’s thigh to her rub up against her clothed pussy.

“Here?”

“Yes” Aquaria’s voice cracks and she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tight against the threat of tears. She’s so turned on and all shes wanted for days is for Brianna to fuck her, she needs it and Brianna’s teasing and it’s not fair and -

“Okay baby. Shh baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.” Brianna pulls down Aquaria’s panties and buries her head under Aquaria’s skirt in one smooth motion, licking a stripe up the centre of Aquaria’s bare pussy. Aquaria lets out a broken moan as Brianna sucks at her clit, and cants her hips up to meet her tongue. Brianna’s strong arms wrap themselves around Aquaria’s thighs for better leverage, spreading them further apart as she licks into Aquaria. Oh God, Brianna’s doing this twisty thing with her tongue that’s hitting all the right spots inside her and then she’s pulling out to lap at her clit, grazing it with her teeth enough to make Aquaria whine and then she’s plunging her tongue back inside and ohit’ssogood and Aquaria’s close within minutes. It’s when Brianna pulls away entirely to bite harshly at Aquaria’s inner thigh before sucking back down over her clit that Aquaria cums. Brianna licks her through it, humming happily, until Aquaria reaches down to pull her away. When Brianna surfaces her face is flushed and she’s grinning, Aquaria’s wetness shiny on her chin. Aquaria can taste it, and the spice of mulled wine underneath, when she pulls Brianna up for a passionate kiss. “You taste so good baby you came so good” Brianna murmurs against her lips “Bedroom?” Aquaria nods fervently and lets Brianna pull her to her feet.

The lights are off in Brianna’s room but the curtains are open, so light from the city below fills it with a soft yellow glow. Aquaria’s lips are on Brianna’s neck and her hands under her coat to tug at the zipper of her dress immediately, and Brianna shivers as her clothes fall to the floor. Aquaria pulls back to rid herself of her own clothes, she’s not wearing a bra again, and Brianna feels herself throb as she takes in Aquaria’s naked form in the dim light. “You’re beautiful” she breathes, and she means it, loves the long leanness of Aquaria’s body, her small breasts and smooth, white skin.

“You’re beautiful” Aquaria leans down to kiss her hard and hungry, nipping at her bottom lip and then her neck, sucking down. Brianna knows there’ll be a mark there tomorrow and she grins as she tangles her fingers in Aquaria’s hair, gives it a little tug to hear Aquaria make that beautiful little whine before guiding them to her bed. It’s hot and dirty as they lay down, Aquaria crawling on top of Brianna and discarding her bra immediately before attaching her mouth to Brianna’s chest. She places open mouthed kisses over Brianna’s exposed breasts and kitten licks at her nipple, before biting down, hard.

“Ah, fuck” Brianna hisses, reaching around to deliver a slap to Aquaria’s bare ass. Aquaria lets out a sound that’s halfway between a giggle and a moan, so Brianna slaps her again, harder. Definitely a moan this time. Brianna grins, of course Aquaria loves being spanked, the little slut. She’ll have to explore that later, though, because Aquaria’s kissing down her stomach now, hooking her fingers into the waist and of Brianna’s panties and tugging them down over her legs. Aquaria delivers a gentle kiss to Brianna’s clit and immediately pushes two fingers inside her. Brianna moans, loud and slutty, loving the burn as Aquaria’s knuckles catch on her entrance. As Aquaria shifts to straddle her hips, Brianna reaches up feel out her cunt, slipping her middle finger into the tight ring of muscle and crooking it forwards to rub up against Aquaria’s g spot.

“Oh fuck yes, Brianna” Aquaria gasps, walls clenching around Brianna’s finger “more”.

Brianna obliges and adds a second finger, fucking Aquaria a little faster. Aquaria’s got three fingers inside Brianna now, and she’s fucking her hard, just how Brianna likes, thrusting her fingers in and out while her thumb rubs down roughly over Brianna’s clit. Brianna can hear the slick, wet sounds of her pussy swallowing Aquaria’s fingers each time she pushes in. It’s obscene, and it makes Brianna buck her hips up to meet Aquaria’s hand just a little harder. She’s hitting the right angle with every thrust now, and Brianna’s not going to last, not with the way Aquaria’s fucking herself on Brianna’s fingers above her, making the most delicious little noises.

“Aquaria” Brianna brings her thumb up to play with Aquaria’s clit “Aquaria, I’m -“

And then Aquaria’s fucking Brianna even harder and Brianna’s cumming around her fingers, hard, with a long, low moan. She feels so good everywhere that she doesn’t register Aquaria riding out her own orgasm against Brianna’s hand until she hears her broken moans of “Briannabriannabrianna”. Brianna thinks she could cum again just listening to that.

When she’s come down from her high, Aquaria sucks her fingers clean, humming around the digits before laying down beside Brianna on the bed. They kiss softly until Brianna feels Aquaria shiver and she motions to Aquaria to stand up so they can both settle in under the blankets. Aquaria snuggles up to Brianna’s side, her head on her chest and her arm slung over Brianna’s waist.

“Aquaria?” Brianna stretches out her arm to play with Aquaria’s hair

“Mm?”

“Do you want to stay tomorrow? I mean, like, spend the day with me? I know it’s Christmas and you probably have plans with friends but I just thought I’d - ”

“I don’t have plans” Brianna feels Aquaria smile against her boob “I’d love to stay tomorrow”

Brianna feels warm in her stomach and her chest. She reaches out for Aquaria’s hand and brings it up to her face, kissing her palm and the inside of her wrist before letting it drop.

“Brianna?”

“Mm?”

“Can we try making mulled wine tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah. Good idea”

Aquaria hums happily and nestles further into Brianna’s side, tangling their legs together.

“Yay! You’re the best, Brianna.”

The way Aquaria says it makes it sound true, Brianna thinks as she falls asleep.

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I absolutely agree with all these points he is making, and I unfortunately see these elements of which he despises ever so present in today’s media and society (although majority of my answers coincide with the takes of articles or characters we’ve looked at in class of modern culture supposedly being garbage, I do want to say that please trust me when I say I’m not actually a pessimist). I agree with Bing’s take because it’s so evident through social media and general behaviour these days that people base way too much value on their digital performance (whatever that may be); and because of how blaring it is, large corporations and business use this to their advantage (much like the judges). People become so lost in whatever temporary distraction they’re given that they genuinely lose sight of things that actually matter. They spiral into this detrimental black hole of not being able to support themselves for who they are, and get so caught up in the staged unreal lives of others that they feel as if they’ll never be someone they can be proud of or could even achieve something great. It’s easy for us to be bribed into valuing things that ultimately distract us and keep us from doing something that actually amounts to something more. Caring so much for the virtual avatars is similar to how people care so much for maintaining their hundreds of irrelevant Snapchat streaks—it’s clearly very weird yet most people find nothing wrong with it. And to top it off, ways have been established to monetize it, too.

Firstly, he mentions that “…the faker the fodder is the more [the judges] love it because fake fodder’s the only thing that works anymore, fake fodder is all that we can stomach — actually not quite all. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take…”. This picks at how we have grown to find the most comfort in devoting a substantial amount of our time to things that simply do not matter; additionally, the most notable thing to maintain our attention are the emotions that come out of ridiculing others from behind a screen. As Bing says, in a world of superficialities, only negative occurrences seem to be the one real thing that tie people down to reality. A lot of people have become overwhelmed by responsibilities of that of a real, physical world, and primarily feel comfortable/resort to endless scrolling through some sort of feed or intaking information (whether it’s legit or useful or not). We don’t lean toward participating in constructive things much, anymore. Only instantaneous activities that (pardon my language) consist of pretty much bullshit in the grand scheme of life.

Like it’s clear we all collectively realize this yet we keep digging ourselves a deeper hole

The next idea from the speech I want to touch on is when Bing expresses that “That’s how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves is buying shampoo”. People place so much importance in how they present themselves—unfortunately it’s not usually from a personality or morality stance. Seldom do I see others worry that maybe they should do some self-reflecting on why a situation turned out the way it did, or why they feel a certain way, or how they could possibly help themselves in any current circumstances. They drown this out by buying things. A handful of people I know actually have the habit of dying their hair or purchasing new sets of clothes after facing a draining endeavour (take that as you will, they range in all sorts). And I’m like???? While it’s not exactly harmful, it kind of caters to impulsivity and doesn’t really do much to move past an experience you weren’t fond of. I understand the desire to change after going through something unpleasant, like people cutting their hair to signify a fresh start. That’s all cool and good. But that isn’t as easy as clicking a ‘purchase’ button. On the other hand, the whole god damn ‘brand name’ obsession. Like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, the list goes on and on. I’m not sure if you’ve seen, but in many corners of social media people are absolutely infatuated with repping expensive and distasteful fashion/products made by corporations that pretty much definitely operate on abusing workers in developing countries and ruining the environment. And, especially on the internet, whether you own or can afford these brands dictates your stance in a metaphorical influencer hierarchy. I see people online take it upon themselves to paint these logos onto things like shoes, their walls, or even imprint them into things like food as an attempt at some sort of design statement. Why???? What does this amount to????? It shows that you condone child labour and severely overpriced goods?????? It doesn’t even look good either please do something else with your time for the love of god like what is this

No it should definitely NOT be made for sale thanks

Similarly to people primarily expressing themselves based on their purchases, Bing then explains that “…that’s why when [the judges] find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meager portions, and only then til it’s augmented and packaged and pumped through ten thousand pre-assigned filters, til it’s nothing more than a meaningless series of lights…”. Going back and reading this, I realize how ironic it is in that this is the exact tactic the judges turn on Bing in the end. Anyway, this ties into how more and more things (I am realizing I say ‘things’ a lot but it just be like that sometimes) are becoming a commodity as opposed to something you can simply enjoy for what it is with no strings attached. You know what’s weird? In the past two months I have seen SO many people try to kickstart their own business. People my age, and they attempt this by selling their old clothes or making lip balm or bracelets. Power to them, but it puts me off because I see these first and foremost as hobbies (it’s not exactly in the same realm as someone having a business in making and selling furniture, for example). Society has made people feel as if whatever hobby or carefree activity they do isn’t real if they can’t get some kind of material profit out of it—and frankly that’s very upsetting to me. Remember the whole Bernie Sanders sitting thing when Biden officially became president? People decided they loved the gloves Bernie was wearing and somehow found the person who made them. Suddenly they decided they all wanted gloves like that from her too, and suggested that because of the high demand this person could quit her current job and establish a business for them. This person is currently an elementary school teacher who happens to love her job, and firmly stated that she is not interested in giving that up and turning something she did for fun into being a sole source of income (substantially less money than that of a teacher, mind you). We are so obsessed with money in so many ways, and it has bled into how we express and articulate our lives and warps how we determine our values. By all means, a side gig is cool, but how widespread accounts like these are becoming is a little weird. They end up losing sentiment and meaning; mass-manufacturing (the path these people seem interested in perusing after deciding they’re interested in entrepreneurial activities) eventually completely waters down the initial genuine intent behind a creation or something along those lines. I’m worried that we’re losing sight of being able to just do things for our own enjoyment—nothing more, nothing less.

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