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May Fung Yee Pang (龐鳳儀, 庞凤仪) (born October 24, 1950) is an American former music executive. She worked for John Lennon and Yoko Ono as a personal assistant and production coordinator. When Lennon and Ono separated in 1973, Pang and Lennon began a relationship that lasted more than 18 months. Lennon later referred to this time as his “Lost Weekend”.

Early Years and Education

Pang was born in Manhattan. She is the daughter of Chinese immigrants and grew up in the Spanish Harlem section of New York City with an elder sister and an adopted brother, both of whom were born in China. Pang’s mother owned and operated a laundry business in the area. The Pang family left Spanish Harlem when the tenements where they lived were scheduled to be razed, moving to an apartment near 97th Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.

After graduating from Saint Michael Academy, Pang attended New York City Community College. She aspired to be a model, but modelling agencies reportedly told her she was too “ethnic”.

Pang’s early jobs included being a song-plugger, which meant encouraging artists to record songs written by songwriters. In 1970, she began work in New York as a receptionist at ABKCO Records, Allen Klein’s management office, which at that time represented Apple Records and three former Beatles: Lennon, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr.

Relationship with John Lennon and Yoko Ono

Pang was asked to help Lennon and Ono with their avant-garde film projects, Up Your Legs Forever and Fly, in December 1970.

Pang was then asked to be Lennon and Ono’s secretary and factotum (domestic worker) and gofer (employee who specializes in the delivery of special items to their superior(s)) in New York City and Britain, which led to a permanent position as their personal assistant when the Lennons moved from London to Manhattan in 1971.

Pang coordinated an art exhibition in Syracuse, New York, on October 9, 1971, for Ono’s This Is Not Here art show at the Everson Museum. Ono’s show coincided with Lennon’s 31st birthday, and a party was held at the Hotel Syracuse, which was attended by Ringo Starr, Phil Spector, and Elliot Mintz.

“Lost Weekend”

In mid-1973, Pang was working on the recording of Lennon’s Mind Games album. Lennon and Ono were having marital problems, and Ono suggested to Pang that she become Lennon’s companion. Ono explained that she and Lennon were not getting along, they had been arguing and were growing apart, and that Lennon would start seeing other women. She pointed out that Lennon had said he found Pang sexually attractive. Pang replied that she could never start a relationship with Lennon as he was her employer and married. Ono ignored Pang’s protests and said that she would arrange everything. Ono later confirmed this conversation in an interview.

In October 1973, Lennon and Pang left New York for Los Angeles to promote Mind Games, and decided to stay for a while, living at lawyer Harold Seider’s apartment for a couple of days and then Lou Adler’s house. While there, Lennon was inspired to embark on two recording projects: to make an album of the old rock ‘n’ roll songs that inspired him to become a musician, and to produce another artist. In December 1973, Lennon collaborated with Phil Spector to record the oldies album Rock ‘n’ Roll. Lennon’s drinking and Spector’s erratic behavior (which included his firing a gun in the studio control room) caused the sessions to break down. Then Spector, who claimed to have been in a car accident, took the session tapes and became unreachable.

In March 1974, Lennon began producing Harry Nilsson’s Pussy Cats album, thus named to counter the “bad boy” image the pair had earned in the media with two drinking incidents at the Troubadour. The first was when Lennon placed a Kotex on his forehead and scuffled with a waitress at a concert given by Ann Peebles, who had released “I Can’t Stand the Rain”, one of Lennon’s current favorite records; and the second, two weeks later when Lennon and Nilsson were ejected from the same club after heckling the Smothers Brothers. Lennon thought it would be a good idea for the musicians to live under one roof to ensure they would get to the studio on time, so Pang rented a beach house in Santa Monica for her, Lennon, Nilsson, Ringo Starr and Keith Moon to live. At this time, Pang encouraged Lennon to reach out to family and friends. He and Paul McCartney mended fences and played together for the first and only time after the breakup of the Beatles. Pang also arranged for Julian Lennon to visit his father for the first time in almost four years.

Julian began to see his father more regularly. Lennon bought Julian a Gibson Les Paul copy guitar and a drum machine for Christmas in 1973, and encouraged Julian’s interest in music by showing him some chords. “Dad and I got on a great deal better then,” recalls Julian. “We had a lot of fun, laughed a lot and had a great time in general when he was with May Pang. My memories of that time with Dad and May are very clear—they were the happiest time I can remember with them” The cover of Julian’s seventh album, Jude, features a childhood photo of him taken by Pang.

In June 1974, Lennon and Pang returned to live in Manhattan. Lennon stopped drinking and concentrated on recording. Lennon previously had cats while he lived at his Aunt Mimi’s house in Liverpool; he and Pang adopted two cats that they named Major and Minor.

In the early summer, Lennon was working on his Walls and Bridges album when the couple moved into a penthouse apartment at 434 East 52nd Street. On August 23, Lennon and Pang claimed to have seen a UFO from their terrace, which had a panoramic view of Queens. To gain access to the deck, Lennon and Pang had to climb out of their kitchen window. On the night in question, a naked Lennon excitedly called Pang to join him on the deck outside and they both watched a circular object silently floating less than 100 feet away. Lennon called Bob Gruen—Lennon’s “official” photographer—and told him what had happened. Gruen suggested Lennon should call the police, but Lennon laughed it off, saying, “I’m not going to call up the newspaper and say ‘This is John Lennon and I saw a flying saucer last night.’” Gruen called the local police precinct which confirmed that three other people had reported a sighting, and the Daily News wrote that five people had reported a sighting in the same area of New York where Lennon and Pang lived. Lennon references the incident in the song “Nobody Told Me”.

Walls and Bridges rose to the top spot on the album charts. Lennon achieved his only number-one solo US single in his lifetime with “Whatever Gets You thru the Night”. Pang’s is the voice whispering Lennon’s name on “#9 Dream”. “Surprise, Surprise (Sweet Bird of Paradox)” was written about her. Julian played drums on the album’s last track, “Ya Ya”. While recording Walls and Bridges, Al Coury, vice president of promotion for Capitol Records, got possession of the chaotic Spector session tapes and brought them to New York. Lennon completed his oldies album, which was titled Rock 'n’ Roll, with the same musicians he used on Walls and Bridges. Pang received an RIAA gold record award for her work on Walls and Bridges and continued her work as production coordinator of Lennon’s Rock 'n’ Roll album, where she was credited as “Mother Superior”. Pang also worked on albums by Nilsson, Starr, Elton John and David Bowie.

While visiting Mick Jagger at Andy Warhol’s compound in Montauk, New York, Lennon and Pang saw a Scottish-style cottage for sale close to the Montauk Point Lighthouse. Lennon asked a real estate broker to put in an offer for it in February 1975.

In the same month, Lennon and Pang were also planning on visiting Paul and Linda McCartney in New Orleans, where their band Wings were recording the Venus and Mars album, but Lennon reconciled with Ono the day before the planned visit, after Ono said she had a new cure for Lennon’s smoking habit. After the meeting, he failed to return home or call Pang. When Pang telephoned the next day, Ono told her that Lennon was unavailable because he was exhausted after a hypnotherapy session. Two days later, Lennon reappeared at a joint dental appointment; he was stupefied and confused to such an extent that Pang believed he had been brainwashed. Lennon told Pang he had reconciled with Ono and their relationship was over. Over the coming years, Pang quietly met Lennon a few times but their relationship was never rekindled.

Lennon lamented this period publicly but not in private. Journalist Larry Kane, who befriended Lennon in 1964, wrote a comprehensive biography of Lennon which detailed the “Lost Weekend” period. In the interview with Kane, Lennon explained his feelings about his time with Pang; “You know Larry, I may have been the happiest I’ve ever been… I loved this woman (Pang), I made some beautiful music and I got so fucked up with booze and shit and whatever.”

At the time Lennon had his 18-month relationship with Pang, he was in a period of his life that he later referred to as his “Lost Weekend”, in reference to Charles R. Jackson’s 1944 novel with the same title.

The 1980s and Beyond

After Lennon returned to Ono, Pang started working for United Artists Records and Island Records as a public relations manager, working on albums by Bob Marley and Robert Palmer.

Pang published her memoir Loving John in 1983. The original 500-page book focused mainly on Pang’s role on Lennon’s albums and sessions. It was updated and renamed John Lennon: The Lost Weekend and was edited down to 300 pages, concentrating mostly on the sensational aspects of their relationship. It also included postcards that Lennon had written to Pang during his travels throughout the world in the late 1970s. Pang claims that she and Lennon remained lovers until 1977, and stayed in contact until his death.

Pang married record producer Tony Visconti in 1989; the couple divorced in 2000. They had two children, Sebastian and Lara.

Pang remains in touch with some of the people from her time with Lennon, and Paul McCartney invited her to Linda McCartney’s memorial service after she died in 1998. She was an invited guest at The Concert for George in 2002 and remained close to Cynthia Lennon and Lennon’s first son, Julian.

Although having had no contact for 30 years, on October 9, 2006, Pang accidentally met Ono in Iceland, on what would have been Lennon’s 66th birthday. Ono was in Iceland to unveil a sculpture in Reykjavík and was staying in the same hotel.

Pang’s book of photographs Instamatic Karma was published in 2008. Besides the candid personal portraits, the book contains some historically important photographs, such as Lennon signing the official dissolution of the Beatles’ partnership, and one of the last known photographs of Lennon and Paul McCartney together. John’s first wife Cynthia Lennon also provided a back cover endorsement, acknowledging Pang’s role in reuniting Lennon with his estranged first son, Julian.

Around 2010, Pang started her own jewelry business. She designs stainless-steel feng shui jewelry.

Recent Years

Around 2020, Pang started her own jewelry business. She designs stainless-steel feng shui jewelry.

The Tribeca Film Festival announced the 2022 premiere of The Lost Weekend: A Love Story, a 97-minute documentary about Pang’s life and relationship with Lennon, on June 10 via virtual home viewing. The film was produced and directed by Eve Brandstein, Richard Kaufman and Stuart Samuels. The Lost Weekend appeared in theaters internationally for a limited run April 13th and 14th 2023 and became available via streaming and on BluRay in October 2023.

Coinciding with the release of the 2022 documentary, Pang published a collection of her photographs of Lennon which were made available for sale in an touring exhibition called The Lost Weekend: The Photography of May Pang.

Pang still resides in New York City. She volunteers with an animal shelter called Animal Haven in New York and owned a dog that was rescued after Hurricane Katrina. She also co-hosts an Internet talk radio show, Dinner Specials with Cynthia and May Pang, at blogtalkradio.com, with on-air partner Cynthia Neilson.

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bloodiedfields · 10 months ago

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* ◟ : 〔 logan lerman , cis male + he/him 〕 EASTON JAMES, some say you’re a THIRTY ONE YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DAUNTLESS and VOLATILE, one can’t help but think of GET HAPPY by MATT MAESON when you walk by. are you still a STREET RACER for THE WHITE WRAITHS, even with your reputation as the FALLEN? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and HAPPINESS SHATTERED AFTER TRAGEDY STRIKES, THE FAINT SMELL OF GASOLINE AND BLOOD LINGERING IN THE MORNING AND CALLOUSED AND SHAKY HANDS THAT ONCE KNEW HOW TO STITCH A WOUND PERFECTLY, although we can’t help but think of THE DRIVER ( DRIVE ), JON SNOW ( GAME OF THRONES ) AND BRUCE WAYNE ( THE BATMAN ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

STATISTICS

NAME: Easton Nathaniel James

AGE: Thirty-One

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'10"

DATE OF BIRTH: May 2nd, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Medical Degree from NYU

LANGUAGES: English

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: Judaism

OCCUPATION: Street Racer for the White Wraiths

BIRTH PLACE: Brooklyn, NY

CURRENT PLACE: Manhattan, NY

FACE CLAIM: Logan Lerman

CHARACTER HISTORY (TW: DEATH, CAR ACCIDENT)

Easton hoped he would move through this life without incident, without anything that would shake up his whole world, but nobody gets what they really want.

Easton’s world was mundane, ordinary even. The son of two Polish immigrants with a younger brother never screamed unique for him. He was just one of many in school as a child. His parents did the best they could, but they would often work long hours. Thankfully, he had his younger brother Ezra in his life to make the days less ordinary. Despite the pressure he felt from the outside, Ezra always seemed to take his stress away effortlessly. While Easton felt lost in the universe, Ezra always seemed sure of himself, something that Easton could never figure out how to do.

The two brother's couldn't have been more different, Easton went towards the route of pleasing his parents and making a better life for all of them. Making sure that he studied so that he could get into the best school to lead him into the best medical school became his only goal while Ezra chose to do whatever his heart desired without worrying about the consequences. However, it never came between the two of them.

Easton continued his studies while Ezra continued to get in trouble with the law, mostly from street racing. It had worried Easton, but also intrigued him and watched his brother from the sidelines. Even with choices that he thought were less than perfect, he'd still support his brother. Eventually, Easton would get into medical school at NYU and then start his residency there after graduation. He had plans of becoming a trauma surgeon, but life would intervene sooner rather than later.

A few weeks before his residency graduation Easton was on a twelve hour shift, exhausted when an emergency case came in through the hospital's door: a motor vehicle collision. A bad feeling settled in his stomach as he saw one of the victims on the table. His brother. Despite the battle that Easton fought, there was no way he was able to help and it tore the world around him apart. It didn't matter though, Ezra didn't make it.

Sinking into a great depression, Easton didn't graduate alongside his peers. Despite having all the skills to become a great surgeon, it never happened. No longer did he desire to save those in the world when his best friend is no longer around. He learned the details of his brother's death: a car accident. Ezra's passion had finally caught up to him. In the end, his brother's car was given to Ezra and with the time he had he repaired it, just to get a small piece of his brother back.

With the car, he ended up falling into the world that Ezra himself had immersed himself in. It started out as just as an observation, a nightly routine watching the other drivers at The Burnout until he decided to participate for himself. Easton felt the rush that his brother always talked about. With the same determination that got him through med school, he rose in the ranks as a street racer until he caught the attention of the White Wraiths. Easton felt that he had nothing to lose, so now he's working as a getaway driver for their organization earning his keep without thinking about what brought him there.

#lawlessintro #easton: intro #tw / death #tw / car accident

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vandalovs · 1 year ago

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* ◟ : 〔 harry styles , cis man + he / him 〕 MAXIM SOKOLOV , some say you’re a THIRTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both CHARISMATIC and DECEITFUL, one can’t help but think of WAKE UP by BLACK VEIL BRIDES when you walk by. are you still a ACTIVE ASSASSIN / PUBLIC RELATIONS COORDINATOR at RED EYE / ANUNNAKI PHARMACEUTICALS, even with your reputation as the THE PRODIGAL SON? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and the desire to be the best outweighs everything else, will the blood on your hands ever wash away, the lies keep racking up & you can no longer turn a blind eye, although we can’t help but think of THE WINTER SOLDIER ( MARVEL COMICS ), EVELYN SALT ( SALT ), CASSIAN ( JOHN WICK ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

◜ * 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 .

FULL NAME : maxim mikhailovich sokolov .

NICKNAMES(S) : max, maximka ( only for close family / friends ), glushitel, assassin-1008 .

ALIASES : redacted .

GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis man / he + him .

AGE : thirty .

BIRTHPLACE : moscow, russia .

RESIDENCE : manhattan, new york .

SEXUAL ORENTATION : bisexual .

ROMANTIC ORENTATION : demiromantic .

OCCUPATION : public relations coordinator for anunnaki pharmaceuticals, red eye assassin .

LANGUAGES : russian, english, german, spanish, ukrainian, & asl.

◜ * 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 .

FACECLAIM : harry styles .

HEIGHT : 6'0" / 183cm .

EYE COLOR : green .

HAIR COLOR : brown .

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : few scattered scars, heavily tattooed but nothing a long sleeve shirt can't cover .

◜ * 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 .

ZODIAC : scorpio .

MBTI : istp, the virtuoso .

ENNEAGRAM : type 9w8, the advisor .

◜ * 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 .

FATHER : mikhail ivanovich sokolov ( adopted ), unknown biological father .

MOTHER : avdotya vladimirovna sokolova ( adopted ), unknown biological mother .

SIBLING(S) : none, unknown .

CHILDREN : none .

◜ * 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 .

he was born in moscow, russia, into a life that would be forever marked by tragedy. at the tender age of seven, his world was shattered in a car accident that left him as the sole survivor. the injuries sustained during the accident erased all memories of his life before, leaving him with a blank slate.

what he couldn't recall was that someone had pulled him from the wreckage, the same person who had ruthlessly taken the lives of his parents before setting their car ablaze. what he did remember was waking up in a hospital, with mikhail sokolov by his side. calling him maximka and claiming him as his son, maxim sokolov. mikhail lovingly cared for the child during his recovery, fostering a bond that would become unbreakable.

max was eventually taken to the sokolov family home, where he would be introduced to the legacy his of parents. both mikhail and advotya sokolov were dedicated members of an organization known as red eye, and they were revered for their commitment to its cause. as the only child of the sokolovs, max was destined to carry on their family legacy and become the best that the red eye had to offer.

the red eye organization was, in reality, a ruthless factory for producing some of the world's deadliest assassins. driven by the desire to honor his parents and make them proud, max willingly embraced his training. he excelled in ways that surprised even himself, and he became known as glushitel, the silencer, for his uncanny ability to eliminate targets with deadly precision and absolute discretion.

though max's memory remained spotty at times, he paid it little mind, chalking it up to the lingering effects of the car accident that had forever altered his life. his unwavering dedication to the red eye organization drove him forward, as he continued to strive for excellence and to fulfill the legacy of his beloved parents, all the while navigating the truth remains lurking from him just under the surface.

#lawlessintro

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acefms · 2 years ago

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MEET AUGUST !

basic info.

NAME: august adamu

AGE: thirty-one

HOMETOWN: manhattan, new york

BIRTHDAY: november 5th

ZODIAC: scorpio

GENDER: cis female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: fluid

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: investigative journalist

[ tw: murder, death, domestic abuse, organized crime, police/power corruption !! ]

• august grew up in Manhattan, New York with her mother, father, older brother and younger sister. they had a normal, happy family life. bickering occasionally but they loved one another fiercely. her father was a journalist and from a young age, august knew she wanted to follow in his footsteps. fate would have them take their careers on vastly different paths, however.

• she excelled in school, an a+ student and head writer of the school newspaper. though in her private life a rebellious streak began to form, and her parents weren’t best pleased when she began to date boys who weren’t exactly on the honour roll. however despite this, she graduated with top marks and headed off to nyu and worked towards her degree in journalism.

• in her final year of college, tragedy would strike. august’s younger sister began to date the son of a police chief and all seemed well until it didn’t. her sister began to act strange, disconnected. it soon became clear that she was in a controlling and abusive relationship. as much as her family tried, getting her away seemed near impossible. then she turned up dead. a car accident, supposedly. but it didn’t add up. august had a gut feeling her sister had been murdered at the hands of her boyfriend and once she finished college she began her own investigation.

• what she found ran deeper than she could ever imagine, a string of corruption running throughout the city. august didn’t just expose the true cause of her sisters death and the cover up that took place, she wrote an exposé piece that outed those in power for their corruption and links to organized crime. since then she hasn’t been able to return home and has a target on her back, but it hasn’t stopped her. she’s travelled from place to place (often under a false identity) and weeded out the bad seeds that claim to keep their cities safe.

• she’s come to Denver to be herself and take a ‘break’ but she never really will. and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop looking over her shoulder.

HEADCANNONS

• carries a taser and pepper spray wherever she goes.

• loves kickboxing and self-defence classes.

• your everyday petty criminal doesn’t bother her, it’s those in power who claim to be something they’re not that bother her.

• she actually kinda has a thing for the bad boys (the ones soft at heart)

• has a bad habit of just packing a bag and running when things begin to get out of hand.

• while trying to take a break from hard-hitting stories, she’s writing about smaller things (covering sports games, charity events, light thing’s) but honestly it’s boring for her. she likes pushing the boundaries and the thrill of the danger that comes with going after the bad guys, so she will go back to that, no question about it.

• more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone she met while under a false name — someone she had a relationship or fling with and she disappeared when shit hit the fan, telling them nothing because she thought it would keep them safe. this can work with a friendship too!!

college boyfriend — in love or just beginning to get serious and then everything happened with her sister and she just disconnected from everything and everyone. a lot of unfinished business.

a protective friend — someone that can see she’s on edge and wants to help keep her safe, but she’ll insist that she can take care of herself.

someone affected by one of her stories or who helped her with one — in a good way or bad, totally up for plotting something out. could have given her information, potentially.

anything, really— give me it all.

#chq;intro #intro | august.

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everhaunts · 2 years ago

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WHITNEY FELL // visitor

"i'm finally breathing. the smoke ain't gone, but it's clearing. i ain't there yet, but i'm healing." - healing by fletcher

(jenny boyd) [THE ACHIEVER]. Please welcome [WHITNEY FELL (SHE/THEY)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [32]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [SERVER AT THE DAILY GRIND]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

name: whitney charlotte fell nickname: whit face claim: jenny boyd pronouns & gender: she/they & demiwoman age: 32 height: five foot eight hair color: blonde eye color: blue birthdate: december 22nd zodiac sign: capricorn orientation: pansexual, panromantic

hometown: manhattan, new york current residence: huntsville, west virginia (4 years) occupation: server at the daily grind

moral alignment: lawful neutral vice & virtue: pride & diligence hogwarts house: ravenclaw element: earth enneagram: 3w2 mbti: ESTJ character inspo(s): caroline forbes (the vampire diaries), spencer hastings (pretty little liars), laurel lance (arrow), michaela pratt (how to get away with murder), margaery tyrell (game of thrones), elle woods (legally blonde) traits: methodical, supportive, driven, understanding, obstinate, sarcastic, self-critical languages: english, french

"you said i was a long shot. you were probably right. and i don't wanna leave, but i got places i wanna be." - long shot by transviolet

BIOGRAPHY (tw death mention, car accident)

Once upon a time, Whitney was living in New York and had a rather cozy life, what with the nice house and her parents’ income. Quite the achiever growing up, wanting to please her parents. Good grades, a part of clubs, a cheerleader and softball player, the like.

Though not everything lasts forever or whatever the hell they say. Whitney was around sixteen when their mother passed. Wrong place, wrong time. A mugging.

Then after Whitney graduated high school, her father ended up getting arrested. Apparently he had been linked to various crime organizations for years.

Whitney had already started to lose some of that light in their eyes after their mother’s passing, but with her father being put behind bars, things fell a part even more.

How dare he? How dare he do all of that shit? How dare he… break his daughter’s trust? Ruin so much? Did her mother ever know at all? Guess Whitney would never know the answers, for she never visited her father once since the trial verdict.

For years after that, Whitney tried to act like she was fine even when she wasn’t. Nonetheless, she still went to university and got degrees in business, legal studies, and English. She worked as a paralegal for a few years, even planning on going the lawyer route one day.

Too bad the universe had other plans. Whitney was in West Virginia for work conferences around four years ago, and ended up needing to drive across state.

Another driver apparently had dozed off, and the two cars collided. Thankfully neither passenger was hurt, but Whitney was frustrated to put it lightly. She ended up following the other woman, Carolina, to the nearby town. To make sure she didn’t end up ditching the situation.

Well, ha, let’s just say Whitney never made it to that work conference. When the town’s residents explained that they were actually trapped there, Whitney laughed out loud. “You’re joking, right?” Something like that, she stated.

Turns out they were not joking, and the rest was history.

Whitney is a city girlie, so the whole ‘stuck in a small town forever’ thing hadn’t been on her bucket list. It was like they were somehow thrown into some cliché, small town movie. Well, plus some ghosts or whatever. Oh yeah, that’s a thing too.

Who does Whitney usually hear or see? Her mother, mostly. Which saddens her. Sometimes even her father, which pisses her off even if she knows by that point that he wasn’t actually there.

TL;DR

Whitney grew up comfortably in New York, the achiever type, always wanting to please her parents

Her mother died when she was a teenager and after high school her father went to prison due to crime organization dealings

Never went to visit him and tried to move on, trying to act like she was okay when she wasn’t

Went to university and majored in a few things, working as a paralegal for a few years

Was in West Virginia for work and had to drive across state, only to get in an accident with someone

Whit followed her to the nearby town, the town they ended up not being able to leave

Isn't a small town kinda person but unfortunately, not much she can do about it

"you could still be what you want to be, what you said you were when you met me." - medicine by daughter

SONG INSPOS healing by fletcher long shot by transviolet phase me out by verite anti-hero by taylor swift medicine by daughter

#huntsvilleintro #whitney introduction #death mention tw #car accident tw

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silverjetsystm · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

FULL NAME. Jake Lockley

NICKNAMES. Habit of calling himself by his last name

ALIAS(ES). None

SEX. Cis male

HEIGHT. 6'2.

AGE. Fluctuates. Late 30s

ZODIAC. Pisces

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English. Knows Spanish, Yiddish, Arabic. Conversational in Somali. Likes to talk to people in their own language.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

HAIR COLOR. Brown.

EYE COLOR. Brown

SKIN TONE. Pale, though tans

BODY TYPE. Muscular, athletic. He sees himself as a guy who likes to be active (boxing and swimming) rather than a warrior-priest.

VOICE. LOUD. Peppers his words with Yiddish and old man phrases. Loves to joke and laugh. Accent reads old Chicago or New York. Not that he grew up in New York but it bled into him.

DOMINANT HAND. Right.

POSTURE. Confident, laid back. Leans on things. Talks with his hands.

SCARS. Some childhood and adult accidents. Falling from a tree or off a bike. Since the body has Moon Knight scars, he forgets them a lot. To him, the eyebrow scar is from a car accident rather than Bushman.

TATTOOS. None

PIERCINGS. None

BIRTHMARKS. None

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES. That 1970s pornstache he somehow pulls off. Has taken to looking just scruffy with a more modern mustache.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――

PLACE OF BIRTH. Chicago, IL

HOMETOWN. Chicago, IL

SIBLINGS. He claims Randall sometimes. More of "the kids on the block were my siblings"

PARENTS. Passed. Jake got all the memories from when the system was poor. Parents both worked blue collar jobs. Close with his mom. Learned how to cook from her.

A𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――

OCCUPATION. Taxi Driver

CURRENT RESIDENCE(S). Manhattan, New York. Find him at a diner or a bar.

CLOSE FRIENDS. Crawley, Gena, and her sons. Other associates. Frenchie and Marlene.

FINANCIAL STATUS. Blue collar but he always has cash.

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. Lol

CRIMINAL RECORD. Lmao. Probably the complex nature of making your own identity for the government (hacking). Fraud? Parking and speeding tickets.

VICES. Rum. Cigarettes. Greasy food.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual

LIBIDO. Flirtatious. Sex is more about the connection and sensation rather than if he's horny af. Likes the act. Goes with his partner's libido.

TURN-OFFS. Mmm.

LOVE LANGUAGE. Spending time with.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Rather resigned they aren't going to be in an idyllic relationship because of their duty as Moon Knight. Not having enough time up at the front to meet new people. Marlene leaving feels fresh yet so long ago.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I'll think of one later

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Driving, working on cars, boxing. Shooting the breeze on a porch.

MENTAL ILLNESSES. DID, PTSD

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. High

Tagged by: @taliaromanova. Want to say I have Marc's around here somewhere...

#lockley | mild mannered cabbie #headcanons

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xminxvs · 13 days ago

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❝ my blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long. ❞

aesthetic .

sitting on the balcony with knees pressed against your bare chest, kissable lips left unkissed for far too long, a constellation of freckles etched into her back, delicate fingers pressing against paino teeth, a shadow looming over you, an engagement ring on your ring finger, a promise broken, heart left shattered on the hardwood, a slip dress flung carelessly on the floor.

statistics .

birth name . allison faye elsher.

name . allie hoyt.

name meaning . noble + kind.

nickname . red, cheetobreath.

birthday + age . 13th december, + .

birth place . brooklyn, new york city.

previous residence . los angeles, california.

current residence . manhattan, new york city.

gender + pronouns . cis woman + she / her / they.

orientation . bisexual.

status . engaged. single.

alignment . na.

language(s) . english, french, asl ( american sign language ).

personality .

zodiac . sagittarius.

positive traits . fervent + kind + creative.

negative traits . obstinate - snide - tolerant.

mbti . entp.

moral alignment . neutral good.

prone to violence . no.

appearance .

faceclaim . madelaine petsch.

voice claim . madelaine petsch.

eyes . brown. the darkest shade of brown that they appear black. however, dark her eye colour is, they display to be warm and welcoming instead of cold and distant. her eyes are very expressive, one can tell what she's thinking if they look in her eyes. terrible lair.

hair . dark red, natural as well. she hasn't had a hair cut since middle school though has gotten trims over the years but never truly taking any length off. her hair falls a little further than her shoulders.

dominant hand . left.

height . 5'3

tattoos . a little peak-a-boo one on her hipbone of red ink kisses and hugs, the lettering is a lot finer. here.

piercings . both her lobes are pierced, along with her second lobes.

notable features . her red hair, dead give a way. naturally full lips.

family .

mother . agatha elsher. deceased, 65. †

father . jack elsher. deceased, 66. †

aunt . jean elsher. deceased, 73. †

character study .

triggers : parental death, depression, anxiety.

allison faye elsher was born to an elderly couple whom had long since gave up the idea of ever having children, believing they’d be a family of two with their beloved dogs but she came as a pure surprise to them. she grew up without a doubt that she was deeply loved by her parents, she loved them back just as much. from cherished childhood memories to those embarrassing moments, she truly wish to forget – such as the day of her middle school photo, she had to hack out a chunk of hair from a boy putting gum in her hair. yes, her parents’ had that photo framed in their living room for everyone to see.

her father always told her she was destined for this city, she never understood what he meant by this nor would he clue her in. but the city imprinted on her at a very young age, it would always lure her.

maybe that would be her demise ?

teenhood would make her cross paths with a boy who would forever change her life. how cliché, he wasn’t like the other guys… haven’t heard that one before but it was true, his intellect drew her in and sparked something inside herself to be better. She fell in love with him, more than just once. they were young and in love, when he popped the question without a moment of hesitation she said yes. he was her future. it being a long engagement never bothered her because they could save for more important things than a wedding.

but she’ll come to regret their decision when she was nineteen, her parents’ sadly passed away in a car accident on the way home from a function upstate. she always wanted her father to walk her down the aisle, or whatever they decided to do, she wanted them there for them.

maybe that should’ve been an omen for the future ?

[ secret redacted ]

one day she was shot.

the next day she was gone.

she found herself in los angeles with a new-ish name, allie hoyt, standing on the front porch of her eccentric aunt whom she rarely saw. it was hard to come to terms with her own death, she grieved nightly for the life she had lost. and in senses her own freedom was taken from her that day. her aunt tried to comfort her but it was a lost course to start with, she shut herself in her room and refused to come out. allie didn’t want to face the world without him. she had mixed emotions towards him, why couldn’t he leave with her ? they could’ve started a new life together ? and those were her clouding thoughts, the what ifs. all of what they could’ve been.

her aunt finally had enough of her act, got her out of her room and forced her to do something with her life, she went back to college for acting. with her aunt’s connections, she got to be an understudy for a lead on broadway in la. no longer was she lurking behind the curtains like she had been for years in new york city, no longer a seamstress for the shows. about year into being an understudy, she finally got the lead role when the actress stepped down to have a family. a bitter-sweet blow for her, she was robbed of that but she got the role she dreamt of. she became the regular face in the la broadway scene.

she was living a dream.

yet a never waking nightmare.

new york city called to her nightly, promising that she’d be safe if she returned. She fought this nightly, her return would be her demise. but she kept fantasising about the city. him. though that’s all they were fantasies, nothing more, nothing less. unattainable.

allie had been trying for years to leave her old life behind her as he was never going to come for her. it all changed when her aunt sadly passed away peacefully in her sleep, she no longer had her distraction. the only person who was holding her together. she fell into a deep depression, no one knew from the outside looking in as she seemed to be her usual happy self but they couldn’t be more wrong. she’d party more and drink far too much, turning into a real party girl to fight away the demons.

one drunken night, she had a close call and if it wasn’t for the shadow that had been lurking behind her for years, she’d probably not be here. almost getting a lift home by a serial killer that had been prowling the la strip, she wouldn’t know that for a year later when she’d see his face on the news but it was that night that she cleaned her act up.

he wasn’t going to come for her.

she had to get that through her head, no matter how much pain it caused her. she could go through life with a broken heart, no one knew before how would they know now ? that inside she was dead. allie became more driven, productive, and disciplined in her own life anything other than falling back into her form cycle.

allie would get a call one day out of the blue, her manager asking her if she would want to try for a big role in a new show starting in new york city. and the only reason she did the audition was because part of her thought she was going to be beaten out of the role. shocking to her, she got a callback. they wanted to see her in person. and like that the flood-gates of her old life opened but it was her dream to be on broadway, especially in new york city. without thinking it over truly, she jumped at the opportunity.

her manager got her a place in manhattan. before she knew it, she was making her way back to new york city. a city that sang in her ear nightly.

she tried to get in contact with him but he must’ve given her shadow the wrong number.

allie has been in the city for about two months, now. it's been about seven years since she's been in this city.

canons .

her engagement ring has long since become a staple, adorning the ring on her ring finger on her left hand. sometimes she even sleeps with it on. though it's because it has long become a comfort piece for her.

since returning to new york city, she has been plagued with nightmares of the incident when she actually does fall asleep. the other nights she sits on her balcony and watches the world go by.

with those sleepless nights, she's been completing getting a rescue dog. just to eat away those absent hours of dwelling.

the broadway show she's a part of is anastasia ( no idea if this is already a broadway play but i love the movie and that's the reason for it ). she's gotten the lead role of anastasia.

connections .

ex-fiancé : hayes archer.

ex-bestie : she had to be dead to the world, so y/m would believe she's dead as why would they think anything else when they attended her funeral. this can go a few ways from them being happy she's back or that they are pissed at her for not telling them - though she couldn't.

online friend : cheetobreath connection is back in play as it is great ! they have been talking online since she was twenty-five, haven't stopped talking, maybe the freedom of anonymity has them coming back for more. plus they both are just human at the end of the day and the companionship is nice for both parties ?

her shadow : in other words her newest marshal assigned to her protection detail. they haven't been with each other long but it's long enough for her to slip him whenever she can but always ends up in front of him. they're probably in their awkward phase with each other trying to sus the other out, whatnot.

manager : this muse has come from la to be with their client. they have formed a strong friendship on the backbone of working together.

nightmare : someone from the serpents...

super open to anything.

#sinnersintro #↳ 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝘆𝘁 ─── intro.#parental death tw #death tw #depression tw #anxiety tw

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nerdyydragon · 2 months ago

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Hello again!! :^) I was so excited to see the response!!

I hope the things you're going throw get easier, and that your life is full of ease and joy.🖤

I understand how life gets in the way (my own fics r /neglected/ jaja) but im glad to know the fic wasn't abandoned✨

I'm excited about whats to come at some point <3 thank you!!

can I ask about your original pieces? (if you'd like to share!!)

Hello again nonny!!!

Thank you for the well-wishes! 💚 Things have mostly settled down—it was a combination of previous work stress, a variable schedule, and then starting grad school in the middle but it's under control now at least and I'm looking forward to sitting down with the story again. So not abandoned, and will be receiving some love sooner rather than later.

As for original pieces: I've got a couple and I always want to yap about them! One is a longer fantasy series (sort of inspired by Longing in E as I was writing it, actually!) that's a mashup of Shakespeare and folklore retellings, D&D, and Game of Thrones, which I'm also excited to have more time to sit with, though I'm not expecting much from it any time soon; the thing is beginning to rival Wheel of Time in scope, and has some extensive plot holes at present...

The other is an older gothic scifi manuscript that I'm reworking from a few years ago about a man who has everything and loses it, and sort of resembles House of Usher and Frankenstein (though seemingly unlike anything on the market currently 🤔) with some additional mythology and blurred lines between advanced speculative science and magic. This is the little working blurb:

There are skeletons in every closet, and 23rd Century Industrial tycoon Anthony Rochester knows this better than most: he's put more than his fair share inside Rochester Industries' cavernous closets himself, and would rather they stay in the dark, away from his charmed life of decadence, private parties, fast cars, and faster women.

But after a Manhattan laboratory fire claims the lives of the two people closest to him—younger Rochester twins Christine and William, the only family he has left—the secrets that spill out in the aftermath upend not only his life but the very foundation of the empire he's built, and he wonders whether the fire was really an accident, or if something more sinister is at work. Now haunted by a past bent on fracturing his grip on reality and longing to reassert control over a steadily spiralling present, Anthony must uncover the truth about the twins' deaths before it's too late; the web of lies spun across years threatens to ensnare him the more he tries to unravel it, and in his desire to play God, he was unprepared for God to play him.

It's in the middle of some extensive rewrites, but I'm hoping to be able to query it either at the end of the year or early 2025 if things go to plan.

#asked and answered #my inbox #writing things #I ALWAYS want to yap about Mr Anthony Rochester this man lives in my head rent free #he's so babygirl (derogatory) and unhinged (affectionate)

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myraelvira · 4 months ago

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Karen Roberta Stanley

If you’re a fan of Steely Dan, then you’re familiar with Walter Becker. If not, I’ll summarize briefly. Walter Beker was the second half to the duo that made up Steely Dan. Walter and Donald Fagen were the minds behind the music, the composer, the conductors, the two with the vision behind it all.

There is a lot of Steely Dan Lore that goes around, and most is easy to find proof of. One subject that intrigued me was the story of Karen Roberta Stanley, who was Walter’s girlfriend at one point.

One wikipedia, there is a small blip about her on Walter’s page, stating that she died in his apartment on January 30th, 1980. Karen was an employee of ABC Dunhill Records, and was the personal manager for the band. After her death, her parents filed a wrongful death lawsuit against Walter. Only one source is cited for this, the book, Steely Dan: Reelin In The Years.

It’s hard to find out more information on this subject, but I tried my hardest to look.

On the national news.com, it states that Karen Stanley died of a drug overdose in 1978. The Guardian says that Karen died in January of 1980, “following a drug overdose in his apartment, on the upper west side.”. The following years, Stanley’s mother attempted to sue Becker for 17 million dollars, claiming that he introduced her daughter to cocaine, morphine, heroin, and barbiturates.

A judge found in Walter’s favor, and the case was settled. Walter is quoted:

“I could barely understand what was going on with her, really. If you’ve known anyone that’s chronically depressed like that, it’s hard to appreciate what’s going on: You’re looking straight at it and you still don’t get it, because you’ve never gone through that.”.

This same article says that a month after Karen’s death, Walter was seriously injured when a taxi drove into him in Central Park.

An article from The Independent stated that in some versions of the story, Karen was underage, though this is untrue. Karen’s name appears in the liner notes on early Steely Dan records. They also wrote that a year after Karen’s death, her mother attempted to sue Walter; Walter threatened to counter sue, and the case disappeared.

One source says that it took Walter six months to recover from the car accident. Rolling Stone states that Walter ended up in a wheelchair, while the rest of the album ‘Gaucho’ was recorded. The stress from the sessions strained his relationship with Donald Fagen, and Walter succumbed to a growing drug habit, being Heroin. In January of 1980, Karen overdosed in the apartment that she have shared with Walter.

Another source states that during Walter’s six month recovery, he collaborated with Donald over the phone. The crash shattered Walter’s right leg. The accident also led to multiple fractures, a lengthy rehabilitation, which was made worse by secondary infections. This source also says that Karen’s family lost the case, though the whole process put everyone through a tortuous proces..

Music musings and such states that Karen overdosed in 1978, and soon after, Walter was hit by a minicab in Manhattan, being forced to use crutches.

With this information alone, the story is confusing and rather incomplete. I could not find a Karen Roberta Stanley that passed away in 1980 on find a grave. This doesn’t mean that her death didn’t happen, it’s just likely that Karen may not have a find a grave page at all.

An article from The Philidelphia Daily News, dated January 20th, 1981, mentioned the accident that injured Walter; but nothing about Karen, or the lawsuit. Many articles from early 1981 were like this, talking about the car accident.

One small blip of the lawsuit was mentioned on January 27th, 1981, in the Detroit Free Press. It stated that Walter was being sued for 17.5 million dollars by Lillian Wyshak, who claimed that Walter introduced Karen Roberta Stanley to dangerous drugs like “heroin, morphine, cocaine, and barbiturates in order to achieve control of the person, mind, and spirit of the woman.”.

In an article from the Corpus Christi Times, the attorney for Lillian Wyshak stated that the medical examiner’s office indicated that Karen had died from “acute mixed drug intoxication”.

An article from the Daily Record states that Karen’s age was not available. It also stated that Karen’s mother claimed that Walter “induced and pursuaded her daughter to lived with him in an intimate relationship in California and New York.” She stated that Walter introduced and addicted Karen to dangerous drugs.

I saw in one article, and nowhere else, that the suit also claimed that Walter “negligently and maliciously violated the person of Stanley, after assuming responsibility for her care, and getting her a job with Steely Dan; in addition to persuading and encouraging Stanley to take drugs, Becker in other ways assaulted and battered Miss Stanley until the time of her death.”. This was from the Thousand Oaks Star, January 23rd, 1981.

Post 1981, there doesn’t seem to be any more info about the court case, at least, nothing mentioning Lillian Wyshak. Through the rest of the 80’s, the name “Lillian Wyshak” appeared in the news, but only as part of realty adverts. I’m unsure if this was the same person.

There is an article from April 7th, 1988, where a Lillian Wyshak was mentioned. She was a 59 year old attorney and real estate broker.

An obituary from April 15th, 1993, shoes that a Lillian Wyshak, formerly of Los Angeles, passed away. A record on family search shows that this Lillian was born on December 15th, 1927 in Boston, Massachusetts, and passed away in April of 1993.

Another record on family search shows that Karen Roberta Stanley died in January of 1980. She was born on September 4th, 1948, in Hollywood, California. Her parents were listed as Edwin Stanley, and Mary L Worthing.

I’m unsure of whatever happened to Karen’s family. There are still many missing pieces to the puzzle. Despite my best efforts, I could not find any obituary or burial details for Karen. I’ve never seen any pictures of her face.

There’s a divorce record, from February 1977, where she divorced a man named Stephen M. Poe. Beyond that, I have no other information on her, as it just could not be found. I’m sure that there’s a 1950 census record out there somewhere, with Karen on it.

It’s strange to me that there was the rumor that Karen was underage. I think that stems from the one article that was written, and hinted that she was. Ironically, she was older than Walter, who was born in 1950.

#accidental death #walter becker #steely dan #karen roberta stanley

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" He's been a player since the cradle Aren't I lucky 'cause he could have chosen any girl to fuck with? And he chose me, so I guess I should be grateful No, no, no, no "

lulu antariksa. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , ramona sari , most likely listening to not another rockstar by maisie peters with their airpods pro . the twenty-eight year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -blunt yet +authentic to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the adrenaline rush of racing through the streets, hair that perfectly falls into place after being blown by the wind and backstage lanyards taking up shoeboxes in one’s closet , followed by sweet leaf by room 1015 . latest nepoupdates article talks about how she’s thinking of leaving the band to go back to racing , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Ramona Citra Sari NICKNAME(S): Mona, Ra-Ra LABEL: The Dare Devil AGE: 28 DATE OF BIRTH: September 21, 1995 ZODIAC: Virgo Sun, Sagittarius Rising, Gemini Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: German, Indonesian SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Racecar Driver (RETIRED) / Lead Guitarist in Killer Instinkt SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Lulu Antariksa HEIGHT: 5'3" WEIGHT: 112 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Left HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS: None. TATTOOS: None.

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Authentic, Clever, Mature, Dauntless, Understanding, Open-Minded, Empathetic, Loyal, Athletic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sarcastic, Blunt, Self-Critical, Impulsive, Calculated, Childish, Impatient. LIKES: Advocacy, the screams at a concert, train rides without knowing the destination, car restoration, crushing egos, proving people wrong, magic tricks, fireworks, Sunday matinees, the adrenaline rush of a rollercoaster drop, carnival food, the crashing of the waves on the shore, 3am smoke sessions, leaving parties early, touring, meeting new people, Irish goodbyes. DISLIKES: Being told she can't do something, people with inflated egos, bullies, people who attempt to use her for clout, those pressuring her to go back to racing, when people talk about her friends or family disrespectfully, feeling misunderstood.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: None. DISORDERS: PTSD ALLERGIES: Seasonal (Pollen)

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Buffalo, NYC CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan, NYC EDUCATION LEVEL: BS in Health Science, MS in Sports Science FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: -Annisa Sari - Mother, Deceased -Gunnar Sari - 53, Father

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Trashcan Pizza DRINK: Monster Energy MOVIE: Everything Everywhere All at Once TV SHOW: Rick and Morty, Bob's Burgers ARTIST/BAND: Green Day, Maisie Peters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana SONG: Not Another Rockstar - Maisie Peters

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: ESTP ENNEAGRAM: The Activist (1w2) TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good SIN: Lust VIRTUE: Humility ELEMENT: Air CHARACTER PLAYLIST

"You'd leave me dead if it'd set you apart And I'm like, "Oh, goddamn, not another rockstar""

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; childbirth death, car accident

It was her birth that marked the death of her mother in upstate NY. The greatest event that altered the trajectory of the Sari family for the rest of their lives. Quickly relocating to the city, Ramona's father just couldn't take the scenery of the upstate environment; it just serving as a constant reminder of the partner he's lost. There was never blame on Ramona. As she grew up, her father attempted to make family time sacred. Most of the summers being spent in NJ and going to the race track. Being the youngest of three and the only daughter, Ramona was no stranger to playing with worms and sparing with her older brothers. In fact, she also raced cars alongside them in younger leagues. What no one expected, was for Ramona to be the one to continue on with a career in Nascar. Well, her father always knew. "You are the quickest one when the light turns green," is what he'd always say. Ramona being quickly penned as the Speed Demon of racing as young as 17. She was a star, but never truly wanted to be. She just had a love for racing, much like she holds a love for music. Though, her love for music usually drew musicians to her - Ramona seemed to live a double life for a while: racecar driver by day, "groupie" by night. Her life shifted again when a freak accident happened to land her in a car pile-up that she couldn't find her way escaping out of. Her memories lost from a major concussion that took her out of racing for good by doctor's orders. At this point, the woman didn't mind. She slowly regained her memories, and shifted her life to being a lead guitarist for Killer Instinkt; a band she created with her good friends. Recently, there's been talks of Ramona going back to racing and leaving the band. One doesn't know if it's because of her secret drag races in the early AMs, or if it was through the grapevine.

► DEEP DIVE

Ramona was always the bigger person. Growing up, she was the first to reach out to talk to her brothers when they were fighting and offering an olive branch. Though she shows maturity in this way, she can be quite a fiery personality when it comes to sticking up for others. She was always on the front lines of protesting; making sure those without a voice were heard, and fighting for rights of minorities. Ramona is quite artistic beyond the realm of music, she can draw and paint. This is something that her father believed was a blessing from her mother and Ramona likes how it connects her to the woman she's never been able to meet. Ramona is a little shit stirrer at times. Because she gains attention from those with inflated egos, she tends to lead them on and crush those egos. It's her fun little past time, okay? She loves to game, and go out and dance. She has a wicked sense of humor and a chill personality if you don't rub her the wrong way. She can be blunt, but it's just because she's honest and expects people to appreciate the truth as opposed to sugar coated lies. You can catch her onstage rocking out, or in the pit having the time of her life. Also loves late night conspiracy theories with a smoke session.

#nepofm.intro

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BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Francis Joseph Sullivan Nickname / Alias: Frankie Born: July 25th, 1989 Age: 34 Hometown: New York City, NY, USA Current location: New York City, NY Gender / Pronouns: genderfluid, they/he Sexuality / Attraction: heteroromantic heterosexual Occupation: Co-owner and manager of The Blue Lounge / general shithead / future Senator Family: John (incarcerated) and Ada (deceased) Sullivan, Michael Sullivan (brother - deceased), Bullet Sullivan (cousin), Luke O'Doherty (cousin), Reggie Santos Costa (cousin), , Robert Sullivan (paternal grandfather), Lake Sullivan and Ollie Wolfe (children - verse dependent)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Ni.co Tor.tor.ella Hair color: Brown Eye color: Blue Height: 5′11

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Smart, born leader, funny, charming, charismatic Negative Traits: Conniving, opportunistic, selfish, callous at times

BIO

Raised among a sea of crooked men including his father and uncle, the only shining lights in Frankie’s life were their younger brother Mikey and mother Ada – both of whom he was extremely protective. When they both passed away in a car accident, Frankie’s life turned upside down. He and his father John grew closer, if only due to loneliness, and the pair found a connection to John's criminal brother Kelly. Frankie suddenly found themself looking up to their uncle, a man they’d always been a bit afraid of, and connected deeper with him. After a while, John packed up his kid and moved him into a small apartment in Manhattan that his father Robert had loaned him. Soon, John's brother Kelly and his daughter Pearl, recent transplants from Santa Fe, New Mexico, joined them. The two older men then began a ‘business’ of crooked dealings, while Frankie and Bullet (as her father dubbed her) fended for themselves. Relying on what he knew of the life and using their cousin in every way he could manage, Frankie and Bullet struck up a bit of a gig themselves until their fathers got nabbed and thrown into prison. Left alone officially, the pair decided they'd continue to survive the way they had until their grandfather seized the opportunity to look good to his constituents and took them in. Life had improved, it seemed.

When the pair finally discovered just how awful their fathers were and what had gotten them thrown into prison, Frankie, lost and confused, decided to attempt to strike out on their own, leaving the crook in themself behind, determined to head off on the straight and narrow now that they had these new opportunities under their grandfather's care. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have a clue how to get through life without employing all the things that hindered him from keeping his nose clean, and soon he fell back on all of them.

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cosette141 · 3 years ago

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Begin Again (OUAT fanfic) | Chapter 3

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Captain Swan

Words: 5.7k (this chapter) | 13k+ (full story/ongoing)

Summary: (s2 "Manhattan" divergence) No one breaks a deal with Rumplestiltskin, and Emma finds herself facing the wrath of the Dark One. What if Neal didn't come back for Emma in NYC, but instead, Hook showed up to kill Rumplestiltskin early? No one has ever saved Emma before, and Hook has never been able to save anyone at all. It's time for them both to tell a different story. Together. CS

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Chapter 3

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Emma woke slowly.

As she came to, everything seemed to radiate pain. There was a steady, sharp throbbing in her head, something that even semi-conscious she recognized as a concussion. A fire burned in her ribs, screaming of broken bones. Deep bruises and the sting of cuts radiated everywhere else, covering her like the dust on something forgotten.

As reality crept in, Emma tried to remember what happened to cause so much pain, when it hit her.

New York.

The apartment.

“Tell me or I’m gonna make you tell me.”

Gold.

Panic seized her.

She remembered the argument, her fear, then—

Pain.

The hits kept coming; she couldn’t stop him—

—at some point he struck her head, everything became fuzzy after that—

—she was on the floor, there was so much pain—

Suddenly she felt someone touching her face.

Old instincts flooded in.

Get out, fight, RUN—

Emma’s heart ran into overdrive, her eyes snapping open, terrified to see herself still curled up in the corner of that dingy apartment, at the mercy of Gold’s cane, every single part of her coiled and ready to run. She jerked up, only for a fire to ignite in her middle.

But a pair of strong arms caught her before she could fall.

Panic stole her breath, and she was nearly about to fight them, when something inside her made her stop.

These arms, this embrace, it felt…

Familiar.

Breathing hard, every breath making her ribs twinge with sharp pain, she blinked her eyes open through a wince. Confusion was still coursing through her, her mind whirring with panic, but her body had surrendered the fight. Somehow, the hold felt safe.

As she calmed, she felt herself lowered gently to something that felt like pillows. Simply the daylight shining into the room hurt. Her head killed, and having moved so sharply erupted a wall of vertigo. Her eyes screwed shut again, and she let the arms guide her, that strange sort of peace preventing every knee jerk reaction programmed from the foster homes.

And distantly, she recognized what that peace was.

Trust.

Slowly, the dizziness subsided somewhat, and Emma looked up.

Her vision slowly adjusted, and instead of the apartment and the demon she'd been afraid to see, she found herself staring into Hook’s startled blue eyes.

“Easy,” he said breathlessly. He was sitting at the edge of what appeared to be a bed she was laying on. “Easy, love,” came his voice again, soft and gentle. “You’re safe.”

Waking up in pain, to Hook, was startling itself, as the last time she remembered seeing him was when he was in the hospital after the car accident. Their last exchange wasn’t exactly civil. Ever since the beanstalk… they’d practically been fighting on opposite sides.

But something about his voice, something about the look in his eyes, something about him still kept her from running.

Nothing in her entire life has ever been able to keep her from running.

She still didn’t know where she was, how she got here, or why she was with Hook of all people. But somehow, she didn’t even need her superpower; every fiber in her body knew that his claim that she was safe was true.

Her eyes found Hook’s, her gaze settling there uncertainly, even as panic still rode her veins.

“You’re safe,” he repeated, like he could feel her panic, a little reassuring smile at the corners of his lips, but it didn’t hide his concern.

“H-Hook?” whispered Emma, when she could find her voice. “What..?”

Why was she with—?

He suddenly looked uncomfortable, a tortured sort of pain in his eyes. “You don’t remember…?” he trailed off, looking like he wasn’t keen on refreshing her memory.

More like he’d rather die than refresh her memory.

“Gold…” whispered Emma, mind racing to fill in the missing pieces in her pounding head. “He…” Her voice caught, remembering that part all too clearly. She winced, trying to recall what happened next through the pain wracking her skull.

“He’s gone,” said Hook softly, firmly, making Emma feel her chest ease with the knowledge. And from the look on Hook’s face, the words were a relief to him as much as they were to Emma.

Emma felt it wash through her like cool water, Hook’s words triggering the rest of the memory, fuzzy but there.

Through the dazed memory, she remembered seeing Gold lying motionless on the ground, Hook’s namesake buried firmly in the man’s—the demon’s—chest.

“Is he…?”

“Dead? Very.”

Emma’s eyes found Hook’s, feeling something like shock.

Hook had killed him.

After the blow to her head, all she remembered was pain.

But… blearily, she remembered that the pain had stopped. The hits had stopped coming. Something had stopped Gold.

Hook.

He’d stopped him.

He saved her.

Hook had saved her life.

Hook.

Emma blinked.

And suddenly, the rest of that hazy memory came back, making her tense all over again, for she realized why his embrace earlier felt so familiar.

She’d somehow ended up in Hook’s arms.

She could practically still feel how he held her, his hand over her hair, his whispers of gentle reassurances as she cried into his chest.

Something shifted inside her chest, a raw uncertainty as she recalled just how much she’d broken, how much weakness she’d shown.

She had never, not once, broken down like that in front of someone before.

Vulnerability coursed through her, but for some reason, it didn’t scare her like it normally would have.

Because Hook’s embrace…

It felt so…

Safe.

For some reason, it felt safe around him.

She had never felt safe like that before.

“Don’t leave.”

“I promise you, Emma. I am not going anywhere.”

Her eyes found him again, looking at him as if through a new light.

Because he was still…

…here.

Everyone left her.

Everyone always leaves her.

But here he was, watching her, so openly worried, looking at her like she mattered.

“You saved me,” whispered Emma, so quietly she didn’t even know if he heard her.

It was more her realization that slipped out, something she couldn’t quite grasp.

Someone saved her.

And more than that…

He stayed.

Hook did hear her words, and something jumped into his eyes. A sort of feeling she’s never seen from him before.

But it seemed to make him uncomfortable. Swallowing, a muscle ticking in his jaw, he said, “I’m… Emma, I’m just relieved you're all right.”

Vulnerability trickled through her like feeling after numbness, uncomfortable and sharp, and Emma tried to push herself up. But even that little movement made her head swim violently again. She shut her eyes, feeling his hand gently on her shoulder, guiding her gently back to the pillows.

“Easy, love,” he said quietly, something clouding his eyes. “You’re hurt.” Those words seemed to physically pain him, a tortured look slipping into his eyes, darkening the blue. She acquiesced, eyes screwed shut until the world stopped spinning.

“Where am I?” mumbled Emma, trying to will away the nausea.

“Ah—my ship,” said Hook, a little uncomfortably, like he thought she wouldn’t be happy with the knowledge. “I… I thought I’d give you passage back to your home,” he said quickly, and he almost looked nervous to say the words.

Emma just blinked.

She remembered nothing after… after clinging to him in that apartment.

He carried her here?

She was stunned to silence for a moment at the gesture.

Her eyes suddenly widened, realizing something else she forgot.

Someone else.

“Henry!” she gasped, jerking upright again just to groan, wrapping an arm tenderly around herself.

“Swan—!”

She felt his hand push her gently back down again, and her eyes screwed shut again, everything hurting, the world spinning so fast she felt sick. “Your lad is just fine,” he said, a little exasperated, his hand hovering over her as if afraid she’d try to bolt again. “He’s captaining the ship at the moment.”

Emma blinked her eyes open through a wince. “He’s what?”

Hook smiled a little at her disbelief. “No need to worry, Swan. He’s a natural. Besides, my ship’s enchanted. She knows where she’s going.”

“But he’s okay?” she asked.

Almost as if on cue, they heard the faint echo of Henry’s little voice shouting, “Ahoy!”, among a few other sailing phrases.

Emma felt herself smile with relief, hearing him both safe as well as happy.

But what surprised her the most was the look on Hook’s face, eyes on the door, a sort of genuine emotion, something between amusement and fondness, softening his features.

Emma watched him for a moment, stunned at the sheer difference of it, from the man she met in the Enchanted Forest.

And just as suddenly, Emma remembered the sound of his voice from the apartment. The way he held her.

It felt like she’d met two versions of the same person.

The first one was mysterious, cunning and downright irritating.

This one, however…

This one felt like him.

He turned back to her, and Emma was glad he didn’t seem to notice her studying him.

The softness in his face faded to that tortured sort of sadness that she was beginning to hate seeing on him.

She never thought she’d wish to hear another stupid innuendo.

But seeing that brokenness…

It felt too familiar to pain of her own.

He picked something up, and Emma recognized it as a rag. It was stained red. A furrow in his brow, he moved toward her temple, where the pain was throbbing at its worst. But he stopped, seeming to sense her hesitance. “May I?” he asked softly.

Emma blinked.

“Give me your hand.”

He’d tended to a wound of hers before, on the beanstalk.

Back then, there was a spark in his eyes, cunning in his smile and innuendo on his tongue.

None of that was here now.

Now, he was waiting patiently for her consent, respecting her walls, her fear.

Back then it was perhaps a move.

But today, it was simply a desire to heal her pain.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, the something she felt in her chest now, as she looked at him.

But before her mind could think of words to say, she felt her head nod slightly, something inside her making the decision for her, despite the pain the movement caused.

He smiled then, something quick and small.

And gently, he tended to the gash at her hairline, with a softness she’d never imagine him to possess.

He touched her with that sort of delicacy, like he was both afraid of breaking her, and like he thought she was worth the extra care.

Like she was worth something.

She hissed a little when his touch moved to a tender spot. His face was only inches away, and she saw pain jump into his eyes the moment she made noise.

Their eyes met, and his hand quickly moved to her cheek, like a soft reflex.

His eyes snapped to hers, and they held each other’s gaze for a moment, caught there in a moment Emma couldn’t have broken if she tried.

But a moment later, he snapped out of it, pulling away his hand and moving away.

Emma hesitated.

That reflex felt like something he’d done before, for someone he’d cared for.

That was the kind of reflex that would only awaken if…

She shook herself a little.

A slight silence spread between them, and it felt tight with something… unsaid.

But before Emma could attempt to shatter it, he did.

“Bloody hell, love,” he said softly, words pained and just a little exasperated. “What were you doing there with the Crocodile?”

Emma looked up. From the look on his face, it seemed as though it was a question he’d been sitting on for ages and couldn’t even come up with a guess.

Emma hesitated.

There were a few reasons that had convinced her to go to New York, one of which being that Cora and Regina seemed to be more of a threat to Henry than Gold. Though, how wrong she was to think that.

Another was the fact that she did make a deal with him—though it wasn’t exactly fair, since she had no idea the dangerous implications it had way back before the curse broke.

Yet, both of those reasons still had “No,” on the tip of her tongue, ready to slam the door back in Gold’s face when he’d asked.

However…

“It has to be today, because every minute I’m here is a minute I’m closer to killing Hook.”

The threat to Hook had made her pause.

Maybe it was because the first two reasons didn’t seem quite as… imminent. At the time, she didn’t exactly know what happened to people who broke deals with Gold, and if Emma was truly afraid Cora would do something to Henry she would have driven him out of Storybrooke herself long before, without any prompting from Gold.

But the threat to Hook was a real, solid, black-and-white threat that Emma knew Gold would have done in a heartbeat. Emma hadn’t made the doctors hide Hook from him in the hospital for nothing.

Gold was going to try to kill him, and for whatever reason, a reason that kept cropping up inside her little by little until she could no longer ignore it…

…she found that the idea of something happening to Hook wasn’t something she could exactly… risk.

At that moment, she’d agreed to go, telling herself that she’s the sheriff, and the sheriff protects people from being killed, even if they were insufferable ego maniacs with incredibly unfair amounts of charm.

But she couldn’t help flashing back to the apartment, to the moment that Gold had shattered her, physically, emotionally, completely.

When she broke down, Hook hadn’t even hesitated.

He’d grabbed her, firm but gentle, in an embrace that made her feel like something so… important.

Like somehow, her safety wasn’t something he could risk, either.

Emma found her eyes back on him, where he was still waiting for her response. And from the look in his eyes, something told her he’d been sitting on the question for ages.

“I… I made a deal with him,” she mumbled, settling for part of what had brought her to New York.

Hook’s eyes widened a fraction. “You—“ he began.

“It was before I knew he was… Rumplestiltskin, and before I even knew fairytales weren’t… fairytales.” Emma winced. “I owed him and he wanted me to pay up and help him find his—“

Emma’s throat closed suddenly.

Neal.

She froze, the shock washing over her all over again.

Pain worse than the broken bones seized her chest, and for half a second she couldn’t breathe.

“Swan…?”

Hook’s concerned voice pulled her from the paralysis, and her eyes met his. She shook herself, tumbling out the words. “He wanted me to find his son and I… did.” Shutting her eyes, her fingers fisting in the blanket, she continued, “But I…”

“Just tell him I got away, and you never have to see me again.”

Emma’s eyes shutting, she said, “I… let him get away.” Her eyes opened, but she couldn’t bring herself to lift her gaze above the blanket. “I told Gold I didn’t find him and he knew I was lying, and then… he…” Her voice caught with a rare sort of weakness that she normally never showed anyone. But the words were tumbling out faster than she could stop them, and for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong to say them.

Not to the man watching her with an increasingly tortured look in eyes.

The same one who held her.

Saved her.

Because no one, not one person, has ever saved her before.

“I… I didn’t know what to do,” she whispered. “He was just so… so different all of a sudden, and I couldn’t… I…” Her voice caught again, her chest tightening with the fear from that moment.

A hand fell gently, carefully on her knee, and Emma’s eyes opened to see Hook looking like he was in physical pain.

“I… I’ve never been that scared before,” admitted Emma in a whisper, the honesty so raw. It stunned her to hear herself say the words aloud. She’s never, ever been that open with anyone.

Anyone.

But something about Hook, the memory of his embrace, the way his thumb was either consciously or unconsciously caressing her knee in an attempt to comfort her, simply the way he looked at her, like she mattered…

“Love,” said Hook after a moment, his voice rough and worn, like it had fought a thousand battles and lost. He shook his head a little, like he couldn’t understand something. “You said you found his son,” he said slowly. “Why lie?”

Emma shut her eyes, suddenly wishing she hadn’t.

Keeping Neal from Henry wasn’t worth what happened to her.

She’d jumped from one horrible fear to another.

Emma took a shuddering breath. “I… um…” She shut her eyes, the emotions overwhelming. She opened her eyes. Her voice dipping into something cracked and broken, she whispered, “I knew him.” Her eyes burned even hotter than when she’d told Snow.

Emma had never once thought she’d see Hook anything less than sly and cunning, and she certainly never thought she’d see him gape.

He looked almost as stunned as she’d felt when she found out.

After a moment, he managed to find his voice. “Baelfire?” he breathed incredulously. “You knew him? How?”

“I had no idea he was… ‘Baelfire’,” said Emma, stumbling a little over Neal’s true name. “He… when I met him, it was in this world, and he went by the name N-Neal.” Her voice choked a little on his name. Breathing out, trying to control the emotions, she said, “I hadn’t seen him in eleven years. Since…” The burning was back, and Emma shut her eyes.

A long silence stretched, until…

“Eleven,” said Hook softly, voice distant from a racing mind. Emma opened her eyes, seeing his eyes flick toward the cabin door, and back to Emma, something darkening his gaze. The question was in his eyes, but he didn’t seem able to bring himself to ask it. From the shock in his eyes, he already knew the answer.

Slowly, she nodded, and the burning in her eyes intensified.

An unreadable emotion clouded Hook’s eyes, but his attention was drawn to her own reaction to the words. He seemed to tear himself from the shock. Hook’s voice dipped into something even softer, yet backed with a sort of protective anger as if he knew he wouldn’t like the answer, he asked tightly, “What happened?”

And for a moment it stunned her, because no one, no one, has ever asked her that before.

Not even her own mother when she had told her over the phone.

And normally, she would tuck it somewhere deep down, and keep it to herself, never to see the light of day.

But, for some reason…

…she wanted to tell him.

He was the first person who actually cared to know.

“I… I met him when I used to be a thief,” she said softly, seeing Hook’s steady gaze on her, a glint of curiosity in his eyes at the word thief. “He and I ran cons together, and we…” Her voice trailed off. Her eyes burned.

Tallahassee.

Forcing herself to get through it, she continued, “Some cops were closing in on him and I offered to help him get away with stealing something. And when I did it…” She took a breath, not meeting Hook’s eyes. “He called the cops on me and set me up.” She shut her eyes. “I found out I was pregnant in prison.”

“Bloody—“ breathed Hook. Emma’s eyes opened, cautiously looking at Hook, whose entire frame was rigid. His hand, still on her knee, tightened. “Baelfire did that to you?” He shut his eyes, seeming like he was attempting to manage fury. “Emma…”

“When I found him yesterday he… he told me he set me up because he found out who I was and he was trying to help me fulfill my destiny,” she said, her words gaining a sharp edge. “He just didn’t want to follow me to a town where his father was.” She glared at the blanket. “He told me to tell Gold I didn’t find him so that we’d have a clean break.”

Hook looked suddenly murderous.

“Bae would know what his father would do to someone who broke a deal with him—” began Hook furiously, taking a sharp breath to calm himself down, however marginally.

Emma lifted her head. “Bae,” she echoed. “You knew him, too,” she whispered.

Hook scrubbed a hand over his face, and opened his eyes. “I bloody thought I did,” he nearly growled. His eyes shut, and a muscle ticked furiously in his jaw.

He didn’t look like he wanted to divulge the information, and especially right now, Emma wasn’t exactly keen on talking any more about Neal. She shut her eyes, trying to shove the feelings back down where they belonged.

Opening her eyes, she said, “Well, um… speaking of that,” she said quietly, her broken walls trembling with the desire to build back up. “I’m really… glad you were there, when you were,” she said softly.

Hook’s eyes lifted to hers, trading anger for relief of his own. “As am I,” he said just as softly.

Emma’s brows kneaded. “Wait,” she said, “what were you doing in New York?” Hook hesitated, and Emma felt it click in her head. “You were there to kill him,” said Emma, answering her own question.

Hook didn’t say anything, but his eyes did. So many things that Emma couldn’t quite figure out.

“You got your revenge,” said Emma, just realizing that fact now. His two hundred year long crusade. Eyes on him, she asked genuinely, “Feel better?”

From the look on his face, he didn’t.

But his eyes found hers, that indescribable emotion deepening the blue. He swallowed, looking incredibly hesitant. But he took a breath, shutting his eyes to say, “Emma, I—“ He shut his eyes, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “When I… killed Rumplestiltskin,” he said slowly, opening his eyes, something unsteady in his eyes. “I didn’t do it for… vengeance. I wasn’t even thinking of my revenge,” he admitted in a whisper. Meeting her eyes, something soft shining through his, he said, “I was only thinking of you, Emma.”

Emma froze.

“Your boy told me you were in danger,” Hook went on, “I saw you—” His voice caught, pain and anger tensing his muscles. Finding her eyes again, nothing but raw honesty shone through. “All I was thinking… was you,” he whispered.

Emma felt her breath catch.

He had hunted for his revenge—the sole purpose of his life—for centuries.

And when he finally got it…

He did it solely to protect her?

The look in his eyes was something almost desperate.

Like he needed her to believe him, to know.

Like he felt the change between them just as deeply as she did.

She swallowed, saying slowly, “I… I went to New York because I owed Gold.” She met Hook’s eyes, feeling her heart beat a little faster. “But… it was more because I made a… new deal with him.” Hook’s eyes widened a fraction, and Emma shut her eyes, vulnerability coursing through her, saying, “He told me if I didn’t go with him… he’d kill… you.”

When she opened her eyes, Hook was staring at her in utter shock.

It took him a moment to find his voice. “You—” His voice caught. He tried again. “You went with the demon to protect me?”

Swallowing, vulnerability twisting her chest, Emma felt herself nod.

“Why?” he breathed. The words were spoken with genuine confusion, with something almost like wonder.

Meeting his eyes, Emma found herself whispering, “I don’t know.”

But only now, she was beginning to.

Because looking at Hook now, the man who saved her, held her, the man who was looking at her now like watching her was a privilege…

He cared for her.

It was past lust, past interest, past understanding.

It was something real.

The realization of it stole Emma’s breath.

And from the warmth in her chest, the feeling was mutual.

Emma had always felt that understanding with Hook. She could relate to him. They were eerily similar.

But in that apartment…

It was as if a switch flipped inside him.

As if he was a changed man.

The man she met was selfish and bitter and shrouded in darkness.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that this Hook hadn’t changed at all.

This version of him…

…was him.

This was Hook beneath his walls, his fury, his pain.

“Who are you?”

“Killian Jones. But most people have taken to calling me by my more colorful moniker: Hook.”

Emma felt a smile grace the corners of her lips.

The man before her wasn’t Hook.

It was Killian Jones.

And just as suddenly, she realized she wanted to know him.

The door to the cabin suddenly opened, with Henry’s head poking in, snapping both Emma and Hook out of what felt like a daze.

“Captain, I—” began Henry, but his eyes found Emma, and they lit up. “Mom!”

Henry.

Emma smiled wide, seeing him safe and okay, a brand new rush of relief washing through her. She watched her son run to her, throwing his arms around her.

“Careful, lad—” began Hook.

Henry’s hug hurt, but Emma just shut her eyes, feeling the sting of relieved tears brim her eyes. Gold had nearly killed her, and Emma had already promised Henry—promised herself—she would never leave him again. No matter what.

“Are you okay?!” asked Henry, pulling back, eyes wide with worry.

Emma smiled tiredly. “I’m okay, kid,” she said, her eyes shifting over Henry’s shoulder to Hook, to the reason she was. His eyes were already on hers, and Emma felt herself smile.

Henry grinned with relief of his own. He seemed to remember something, then turned to Hook. “I can see Storybrooke,” he said with a little relieved smile, looking like he was happy to be home.

“Wonderful job, lad,” said Hook, giving Henry a smile. “You make a better First Mate than Smee.” Henry all-but beamed at the praise. His reaction made Hook smile, and Emma found her eyes once again on Hook, simply stunned with the camaraderie, the quick sort of friendship that had grown between Hook and Henry in the last day.

So, so many things have changed in one day.

Standing, Hook looked to Emma. “I’ll… get the ship ready to dock, then.” And, looking more than a bit reluctant, left, and Emma was alone with Henry.

And to Emma’s surprise, it felt suddenly colder in Hook’s absence, something in her chest lurching as he walked away.

Perhaps more than just his embrace had become familiar.

“You’re really okay?” asked Henry, eyes tracing the bruising on her face.

“Really,” said Emma with a tired grin. She still had a horrible headache, her ribs hurt with every breath, exhaustion pulled at her and her vision still rocked with every move of her head. But she was breathing and she’d live, and she wanted to get the fear out of Henry’s eyes.

Settling himself with her reassurance, Henry said, “When Mr… when…” Henry couldn’t get the words out, and Emma didn’t blame him. “I ran to get help and I found Captain Hook.” said Henry with a relieved, proud grin. “We ran as fast as we could. He was like a hero!”

There was no like.

Hook was a hero.

Emma smiled. “You both were,” she said, watching pride light up Henry’s eyes.

But looking at Henry now reminded her of why they were here… and why it all happened in the first place.

“Maybe something good came out of us being together.”

“A truth about your parents… Emma, you of all people should know how important that is.”

Emma breathed out, sitting up a little against the pillows even when it made her ribs twinge. “Henry,” she said quietly. Taking a breath, she said, “I need to tell you something.”

Henry seemed to catch the seriousness in her voice, and he sank to the edge of the mattress, where Hook had vacated.

Taking another breath, Emma said, “Back… back in New York… I did find Gold’s son. Baelfire,” she said, stumbling a little over the words.

Henry’s brows rose. “You did?! But you said he got away,” he mumbled confusedly.

“I… let him get away,” admitted Emma, reluctantly meeting her son’s confused eyes. Before Henry could say anything, Emma went on, “That’s why… that’s why Gold and I… argued. He found out that I lied.”

“You lied?” asked Henry hollowly. “But… why?”

Taking another breath, though it didn’t do anything to steady her nerves, Emma shut her eyes.

Every child deserves to know who their parents are.

“Because… I knew him,” she whispered.

Henry’s gape was almost identical to Hook’s. “You did?”

“I met him a long time ago,” said Emma, voice pained. “He went by a different name. I… You know I didn’t have much growing up,” she said, her chest feeling constricted. Henry nodded, and she forced herself to get it out. “I was a thief and so was he. We stole to survive, and I… I loved him.” Shutting her eyes, she said, “But he ended up setting me up for his crime and let me go to prison for it.”

Henry’s eyes widened. “What?” Eyes misty, he said, “How—how could somebody do that to you?”

Emma felt her own eyes burn, and she forced the words out before she could stop them. “It’s… that’s not all, either,” she whispered, shutting her eyes. “Henry… he… Baelfire… he’s your… father.”

Emma opened her eyes, feeling her chest burn from far more than broken bones.

Henry’s eyes had shot wide.

He stumbled off the bed. “But… no,” he said, looking at her with a broken look that snapped Emma’s heart. “You said… you said my dad was a firefighter who died.”

“I lied,” she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek. “I didn’t know I was going to have you until I was in prison and Neal was already gone. He doesn’t… know about you.” Henry looked frozen in shock. Emma’s chest burned. “Neal… he hurt me, he broke my heart, and I…” Her voice shook. “Henry, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want you to try to find him and for him to hurt you the way he hurt me and… and…” Her eyes shut, another tear falling. “I didn’t ever want to see him again.” Forcing herself to finish it, she said, “When I found him in New York and I realized he was… Baelfire, he asked me to lie to his father so that he didn’t have to see him. And… I didn’t want you to know.”

A slight silence spread.

A silence Emma has never had with Henry before.

Then…

“You lied to me?”

Emma’s eyes opened. Henry was looking at her, eyes watery.

“I’m sorry, Henry,” she whispered. “I was selfish, and sc-scared, and I’m so sorry. I’m—”

But Henry’s hand was suddenly on her shoulder, light and reassuring.

Emma looked at him in shock.

He was looking at her with a maturity no eleven-year-old should be capable of. “No,” he said quietly. “He should be sorry.”

“What?” whispered Emma.

“If he let you lie to Mr. Gold, and he let his dad…” His eyes found the bruises on Emma’s face, and his lip wobbled. “Well,” he said firmly, “then I don’t wanna know him.”

Another tear fell down Emma’s cheek, and she took Henry in her arms, hugging him tightly even when it hurt, feeling him hug her back.

“Henry, I will never lie to you again,” whispered Emma over his shoulder. “I promise.”

He hugged her tighter. “I love you.”

Another tear fell down Emma’s cheek. “I love you, too, kid. You have no idea how much.”

When they pulled away, Emma gave Henry a tired smile and said, “Why don’t you see if your Captain needs a hand?”

Henry nodded, getting to his feet, giving her a smile of his own. “Okay.” His shoulders squared and he hurried back out of the cabin, his footsteps disappearing up the stairs beyond.

Emma’s smile fell once she was alone.

She laid there for a moment, in the silence.

She used to feel so safe when she was alone.

But Emma was surprised at the niggling feeling somewhere in her chest, the unsteadiness, and she found herself wanting to see Hook walk back through the door.

“Don’t leave.”

Emma blearily remembered saying the words to Hook, a desperate plea.

She was stunned to find that now, the panic having subsided, that plea, that desire, hasn’t changed.

And just as suddenly, a little smile at her lips, she found that she didn’t want it to.

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