#Rachel Coopes

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Hearts Under the Olive Tree (2023)

Hearts Under the Olive Tree (2023) #JohnMurlowski #JennaMichno #NicRobuck #SamSchweikert #RachelCoopes Mehr auf:

Jahr: 2023 Genre: Comedy / Drama / Romantik Regie: John Murlowski Hauptrollen: Jenna Michno, Nic Robuck, Sam Schweikert, Rachel Coopes … Filmbeschreibung: Wenn eine weltbekannte Schriftstellerin keine Inspiration für ihr nächstes fantastisches Buch finden kann, nimmt ihre eingebildete Mutter sie mit in ein landwirtschaftliches Refugium, um ihre Kreativität anzukurbeln. Doch was sie findet,…

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[katyobsesses]

The worst part of outlining a fic as a multishipper is trying to decide what ships to have 😭

[ziracona]

Absolutely losing it at the squad results. The silence and temporary confusion at the first two and then explosion of laughter.

[ghostgirl-22]

i think art identifies as totally 100% straight but squirms whenever he gets the slightest bit of male attention, and patrick is just waiting for the realization to hit him (and maybe trying to help him realize it, in his own way)

Poor baby— he’s so lost <3

CW:18+

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Art thinks he’s straight and that’s fine. Patrick’s not gonna argue his sexuality with him. He sees things in black and white. In his mind there’s straight and there’s gay and that’s it. They’re lying in bed one night watching a gay episode of Date My Mom on MTV and Art’s made up his mind. “I couldn’t even imagine it honestly, I’m just so attracted to women,” he explains matter of factly. As if one negates the other.

Patrick’s actually coming around to the fact that he, himself, probably likes both.

One too many nights spent jerking it while thinking about Art stepping out of the foggy bathroom, towel sitting low on his glistening waist, wet curls in his eyes. Art bent over in front of him on the tennis court while they’re in the middle of a doubles match. Art sitting across from him on his bed, legs spread wide, skin flushed, hands shoved down his pants moaning while they watch the Mummy on TV and perv over Rachel Weisz (and Patrick secretly on Brandon Fraser). Either way he’s starting to realize he likes at least one boy. A lot.

The reason he thinks Art is a repressed little liar is because of how squirmy he gets when boys flirt with him. Boarding school is so weird. They’re with boys all the time. The girls dorms are on the other side of the school and there’s something about being all cooped up together, sweaty and close, hormones going crazy that’s led to some… experimentation.

And plenty of boys want to experiment with Art. He’s blue eyed, easy to blush, long brown lashes, pretty smile, and the perfect little slutty waist. Of course he gets all kinds of male attention and he absolutely falls apart every time.

The flirting could be a little or a lot. It doesn’t matter… Art gets silly for it. Little compliments and he’s sitting on his hands, grinning too much. A bit of teasing and flirting and he’s giggling when things aren’t even funny. Fucking giggling.

Patrick’s present for a lot of it. Boys teasing him during gym class snapping at his waistband, the kind of immature grade school teasing like pulling on a girls braids repeatedly because you just want her to notice you. All that before they start calling him pretty boy and asking what color his underwear is and he really gets antsy. Then by the end of class there’s Art, cheeks pink, eyes bright. And he’s letting them take turns looking down his pants to see the color for themselves.

The little games of footsie with Sammy Kline under the table in the cafeteria. Art acting like it’s not flirting but they’re going back and forth all period, exchanging glances. Art’s all antsy, sucking on his spoon by the time lunch is over. And Patrick accidentally walks in on Sammy touching himself in an empty bathroom right after.

Or when Art is play wrestling with Jamal Butler after practice and he squeezes Art’s thigh just under his knee because he’s so ticklish there and Art is giggling and kicking and whining “stop it.” Breathless and airy, his weight settled on Jamal’s chest. Patrick tightened his grip on his phone, thinking Jamal would try to kiss him but Art pushed him down and grinned all flushed. “I beat you.”

Jamal playfully messes with Arts hair when they get to their feet and Patrick notices the way Art shivers for it. When Jamal leaves to get dressed Patrick is also aware when Art needs to adjust himself, just the slightest bit.

Art’s not just oblivious to the fact that what they’re doing is flirting, he’s oblivious to his own flirting.

He doesn’t think it’s flirting when he lets boys give him little things. An extra orange juice at breakfast. (“Please, can I have it? I’m still really, really thirsty.”) A candy bar from the vending machine. (“I’ll marry you if you get me a snickers right now.”) A hoodie to wear if he’s cold while they sit in the stands waiting for their match to start. (“I love you so much, I can’t believe I forgot mine.”) He’s always soft and tentative when he asks as if he can’t have whatever he fucking wants. As if boys don’t fall all over themselves for him.

Patrick’s probably in that category of flirting, giving Art everything… taking Art’s everything. Sharing cigarettes, drinks, food, clothes, a bed… everything he can.

Patrick’s actually obsessed with it. Can’t stop jerking himself off thinking about the ways Art gets all flustered around boys. Wiggling in his chair, bouncing his leg, wetting his lips, chewing on his thumb, on his clothes, on his pen… needs to put something in his mouth. These anxious little ticks. Art can’t name the feelings he’s feeling but Patrick knows what they are. They share the bedroom, he can hear it when Art’s touching. Knows he’s not really thinking about his girlfriend.

It’s with Patrick that boundaries consistently blur. Like the day when Jamal didn’t kiss him and his girlfriend was out of town and he’s crawling into Patrick’s bed asking him for help to practice so he can kiss her better. As if they don’t both know better.

And god forbid if Patrick points any of this out, or ever asks him about his behaviour. Art would laugh it off. He’d say Patrick is exaggerating and that those boys are just being friendly, they don’t want him. Besides it makes no sense because he has a girlfriend. But he’s still stuck in black and white… doesn’t really see all the colors of the rainbow yet.

Patrick finds it all amusing…one day it’ll hit him like a ton of bricks, like when he discovered it was okay to like both Nsync and the Backstreet Boys at the same time. Not that he’d ever really admit that he likes either but that’s a whole different story.

Patricks gonna be there to kiss him on that day too.

(Idk i wrote this on the clock I fear…sorry if it’s all a mess…but so is Art 😅)

[yogurtkags]

cid ! ! congratulations on 100 followers lovely <3 if it’s not too late, could i join your event with kuroo + office romance / coworkers to lovers. maybe a lil secret relationship sprinkled in 🤭 thank you so much !!! ^_^

❝ LOVEBIRDS ❞ — kuroo tetsurou

cw. f!reader, fluff, established relationship, office romance, not-so secret relationship (that everyone knows about), not beta read. | wc: 568

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“don’t forget you have a meeting in…” you glance at your watch, grey patterned carpet below your feet dulling the click of your shoes as you walk up to the desk in the middle of the room, “15 minutes.”

kuroo sighs, lifting a file up in your direction and rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “ugh another one?” you barely catch him mumbling under his breath that he needs another cup of coffee.

“i know, i’m sorry.” you coo, taking it from him and adding it to the stack on your arm. “your next one’s not until 3 though, so there’s plenty of time to coop up in your office with little old me until then.”

he peers up at you with the softest puppy eyes he can muster up, painted with purplish dark circles and a pout on his naturally rosy lips, “can we have lunch together after?”

“people are going to talk, kuroo.”

“you’re so dramatic, we’ll just be eating!”

you shoot him a pointed look, “this would be the third time this week and it’s only wednesday.”

you remember how the rumours spread like wildfire when someone spotted kuroo drinking out of a mug with a lipstick stain lining the rim, the shade a little too close to the one you wear to be coincidental.

there was nothing wrong with dating your co-worker, who is by extension, your boss. by nothing you mean everything, because what would everyone think? you’re not about to be that person that climbed up the ranks just because their partner was in a favourable position with the company, that’s the last thing you’d want people to think about your relationship with him— he’s so much more than that.

kuroo on the other hand, thinks it’s perfectly fine. just look at suits! harvey and donna, mike and rachel, oh don’t let him go on. he’s a sucker for a sweet office romance and when you waltzed through the doors of his office announcing that you were his new personal assistant, it was love at first sight.

the longer you stayed by his side, the more he was convinced that you just so happened to be the woman of his dreams. you’re responsible, put-together, keeps him in check which he finds so hot— very few of his past PAs could keep up with him. he’s constantly busy and taking on more and more projects, most find him slightly obnoxious, his smooth tongue and jokes get under the skin of those that couldn’t keep up. but you, you take it all in stride, and instead of trying to catch up with him, you keep him on his toes and encourage him to reach for greater heights.

you two make a good duo, and everyone else in the team can see your chemistry and the way you’ve positively influenced his productivity and output, and thankfully his work-life balance (and the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes). hell, it’s not even an exaggeration when they say his office plants have not looked healthier since your green thumbs graced them with your presence.

as the dreaded meeting concludes with good news and you leave the conference room falling in step with kuroo, his mentor calls out to him much to the team’s humour (and your chagrin), catching the two of you off guard with reddening ears.

“enjoy your lunch break, lovebirds!”

notes. aimsie !! thank you for your support always ♡

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[grapejuicegay]

#look. I know y'all want to see this as much and the young-uns like fourth/gemini becky/freen#just because they're older I KNOW you can still love them#love transcends age#JUST IMAGINE...#THESE TWO PLUS PRAN'S DAD AND UNCLE DIKA AS THE SIDE COUPLE#*gleeful cackling*#(I know it'll be a looooooong time before we get anything with an older couple as a lead but a girl can dream) - @dribs-and-drabbles

LIN YOUR BRAIN

character fashion appreciation: photjanee and gim OUR SKYY 2 My School President

[spankingwishes2]

New Year's Day

@madamedisciplinespnk Jan 1, 2023

Yes, I thoroughly blistered that naughty bottom of yours Rachel Lynn, because you've done nothing more than bitch, moan, and be a general nuisance all day! This is New Year's Day and I refuse your behavior to follow us into the new year!! You will shape up your attitude, young lady. That's all there is to it!!

Just last Sunday I got spanked like about three times! (or two, at least!) Now I have to try to avoid getting a second one today, or at bedtime!

First we were travelling, visiting relatives for the holidays - then we get home, I can finally see my new friend Naomi, and the weather is 'so bad'! I wouldn't care, but they've like, told everyone to stay off the roads, so Mme. D won't let me go out!

I could have guessed that being cooped up like this would be bad for my bottom!

From what I can hear right now, at least I can expect some sister-sympathy! I guess Mom's sick of being cooped up, too!

[rocknbolan]

Recap 7-12

General News:

T-shirt theft continues, a rash of apparel crime, apparently. First crimes done in the Skid Row camp, and now Letti getting on Axl (GnR) to return her Faster Pussycat t-shirt or else!

Something happened to Jani (Warrant), Bret (Poison) arriving swiftly to extract him from a party. Where did things go wrong? Only someone well versed in drunk-ese will be able to decipher the Warrant frontman's type to figure it out.

Kitchen foibles continue in the Primus camp, Herb trying to put a taco into the toaster. For his crimes, banished to the chicken coop to sleep with Buckethad! Oh the humanity!

Rob (Skid Row) tackled the math problem of 2 + 2, with help from Arthur (New York Dolls), Dave (Megadeth) and Bret (Poison). While a number of solutions were floated around, and arguments/insults over who was wrong traded, eventually Snake slid in and helped Rob figure out the answer. (It's 4. FOUR. srsly.)

The Gossiptrain:

Rumor hazzit that øystein can't reach the sink! Height or skill issue? We just don't know.

Rumor also hazzit that Scotti (Skid Row) is kinda dumb. Rachel disagrees but he's also very biased. HEY I AM NOT!

Another rumor, Jani (Warrant)'s cat can open doors. Also he takes showers at 4:30 pm because he is from Ohio.

Fred (Cinderella) is rumored to e a grown man. IS HE? Inquiring minds want to know.

Joined the Chat: Jeff Nahherman @r3ign-in-bl00d has joined the chat!

Tom Araya @hauntingthechap3l has joined the chat!

And now, the weather:

It's a beefstorm, rockland. A cold front jettisoned down from up north and we got Lars (Metallica) beefin' with everyone. With Max (Escape the Fate), with Mozart, with Ron. Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husband cause he's beefin' with everyone out here.

Also affected are Snake and Rachel (Skid Row), arguing over... someone having a crush on Rob? Don't ask, we just don't know. That weather front stalled out over Rob, though, demanding both his bandmates apologize to each other.

Meanwhile, there's a flash flood warning in the Motley Crue and GnR vicinities, Nikki reporting pipes breaking or... is that sewage backup? Either way, steer clear. Turn around, don't drown!

[weclassybouquetfun]

Variety's Actors on Actors lineup has been announced.

Surprising absolutely no one, BarbenHeimer unites again with a Cillian Murphy and Margot Robbie team-up.

A Zodiac/Avengers reunion with Robert Downey Jr. (“Oppenheimer”) & Mark Ruffalo (“Poor Things”)

A THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA reunion with Emily Blunt (“Oppenheimer”) & Anne Hathaway (“Eileen”)

An ALOHA reunion between Emma Stone (“Poor Things”) & Bradley Cooper (“Maestro”)

*B-Coop, you may not get an actor nod, but you most definitely deserves Best Director recognition for MAESTRO.

EUPHORIA costars Colman Domingo (“Rustin,” “The Color Purple”) & Jacob Elordi (“Priscilla,” “Saltburn”)

*While Colman was excellent in RUSTIN, and I would love for him to get nominated for that, THE COLOR PURPLE as the performance for me.

SHAME reunion with Carey Mulligan (“Maestro”) & Michael Fassbender (“The Killer”)

*Carey is sensational in MAESTRO and I hope she and her team don't push her for Supporting because she is quite frankly the lead. She even has top billing over Bradley Cooper. He has always asserted that the film is more about Lenny and Felicia and it's more her story.

MORE ACTORS. MORE AWARDS SEASON TALK

A THE KIDS ARE ALL RIGHT reunion between Annette Bening (“Nyad”) & Julianne Moore (“May December”)

*May December wasn't to my liking and surprisingly Charles Melton was wonderful. But I'm all about NYAD and if Bening isn't nominated for Best Actress it will be a crime.

Disney Princesses Halle Bailey (“The Little Mermaid”, “The Color Purple”) & Rachel Zegler (“The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes”)

*The struggle to hide that pregnancy is real.

Jeffrey Wright (“American Fiction”) & Taraji P. Henson (“The Color Purple”)

*He's the lead in AMERICAN FICTION but he gave RUSTIN the punch it needed in his small role.

Greta Lee (“Past Lives”) & Andrew Scott (“All of Us Strangers”)

*ALL OF US STRANGERS was very affecting. I thought it too navel-gazing at first, but it blossomed over me much later.

Natalie Portman (“May December”) & Paul Mescal (“All of Us Strangers”)

*Mescal was in the film CARMEN directed by and conceived by Portman's philandering husband Benjamin Millipied. The screening happened before his affair allegations came out, but after the Q&A someone commented to me that Benjamin and his lead Melissa Barrera looked too comfortable with each other and bet they had slept together at least once. I just chalked it up to him being French. But maybe?

Alden Ehrenreich (“Fair Play,” “Oppenheimer”) & Da’Vine Joy Randolph (“The Holdovers”)

*I've been a fan of Ehrenreich since the wretched BEAUTIFUL CREATURES so I love all the attention and acclaim he's getting. But male voters hate weak male characters (which is why I'm worried that Leonardo DiCaprio will be snubbed for his performance in KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON. Every man I've spoken to about it hated his character - not because of his actions - but because he was weak and stupid. And Leo's character has nothing on Ehrenreich's soppy Luke. There's a meme about people being weak in the knees and needing to stand up. Nah, Luke needed to sit his ass down.).

However, Da'Vine Joy Randolph seems to be a lock. The trio of Randolph, Paul Giamatti and Dominic Sessa in THE HOLDOVERS deserve any nominations they may receive.

My fantasy Best Supporting Actress list is

Da'vine Joy Randolph (THE HOLDOVERS)

Danielle Brooks (THE COLOR PURPLE)

Jodie Foster (NYAD)

Rosamund Pike (SALTBURN)

Penelope Cruz (FERRARI)

*If Apple is running Lily Gladstone as Supporting (which they shouldn't because she's a lead), then I would swap out Foster for Gladstone. If Gladstone isn't in Supporting, then Cara Jade Myers as Anna in KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON would be my swap.

[donatellarose]

— you mistook me for your maid?

Phillip Graves x f!reader

rated e - 970 words

tags: medieval au, corset unlacing, bodyguard Phillip, royal reader, tending to your wounds by candlelight, hidden feelings, let me know if I missed any,

prompt: The moment in a fantasy book where the main character gets caught in the rain and the love interest has to help undo her dress. preferably with a dagger "I need your help, Prince. The knots have tightened with rainwater." "And you mistook me for your maid?" "Don't tell me you're uncomfortable undressing a woman." Two Twisted Crowns, Rachel Gillig

dividers: saradika graphics

notes: This is self indulgent, but I'm making Phillip Graves into my soft, fantasy trope boy. So, yes. I did kick my feet and blush writing this.

Phillip Graves is your most loyal bodyguard. You are his princess after all. He's always ready to help, even after you both get caught in the rain.

It had started as a beautiful day to go riding in the nearby forest. Your horse Shadow glistened in the sunlight, his black coat glossy and healthy from the groom's exceptional care. Your bodyguard Phillip trailed behind you on his own borrowed steed. As a member of the royal family, you were never permitted to leave the grounds unattended. Even then, you were limited by how far you could stray. Luckily, Phillip was always eager to accompany you. As if he also knew the annoyances of being cooped up in a cage.

"Princess. Those clouds look dark. It may be best if return. I assure you, the flowers will still be in the field tomorrow."

His warm voice called from behind you. You glance over your shoulder, taking in his blue eyes scanning the sky. His short blonde hair ruffled in the wind, a sign of the incoming storm. His dark armor clung to his frame, his sword and dagger both at his hip. Your gaze strayed to the scar on his cheek, faded with age but it doesn't make him any less handsome. If anything, it enhances his charm.

"As you wish."

You concede, knowing when to pick and choose your battles. And for Phillip, you will always bend the knee. Turning around on the narrow path, you duck under a low hanging brach. You urge your horse to walk alongside his, the hoofbeats muddled on the dirt path.

"I truly thank you for riding with me. With the upcoming banquet  and my numerous lessons, I just needed a moment to remember who I was."

You pick at a piece of dirt on your navy blue gown, most impractical for riding horses but your normal attire of black pants and a cloak were currently in need of repair. Your last ride had left them torn to pieces after you had gotten yourself caught in a rosebush trying to pick fresh flowers.

Phillip's blue eyes turn slightly stormy at your confession, but he quickly masks it.

"I will always look out for you, your Grace."

The heartbeat in your chest stutters at his steady conviction. Before you can reply, a loud crack of thunder spooks your horse. Shadow bolts down the path, tree branches sharply whipping your face. You stay calm, years of riding settling in your body. Keeping a steady seat and soft hands, Shadow gradually calms. You gently pat his shoulder, murmuring soothing nonsensical phrases. He snorts, shaking his head as he slows to a walk.

Phillip immediately catches up, scanning your form with a frown.

"Are you well?"

You manage a nod, cheek stinging from the impact of a sharper tree branch. Reaching up a hand to cup your face, you pull it away to find crimson lightly staining your fingers. His gaze marks it immediately and his demeanor hardens. He stays closer than necessary the entire ride back, the two of you both soaked to the skin from the rain pouring down.

After leaving the horses at the stables, his hand finds your lower back quickly guiding you into the castle. He takes the back passages to your chamber, water dripping from both of you onto the stone flooring. He wordlessly ushers you inside, moving immediately to start a fire in the small fireplace.

A shiver cuts you to the bone before you stand closer to the flames. Your trembling fingers fumble with the clasp at your throat before he takes over. The heavy woolen fabric of your rain sodden cloak falls to the ground with a thud. You fumble with the knots lacing the back of your gown, but your grip slips on the thick cords.

"I need your assistance. The knots have tightened with rainwater."

"And you mistook me for your maid? I fail to understand how one can be so graceful whilst waltzing, but a mere tree branch does you in."

The teasing words roll easily from his lips, but nonetheless he moves behind you. He gently moves your hair over your shoulders, his fingers briefly grazing the nape of your neck before he focuses on the task at hand. You feel him tug at the lacings to no avail before his touch withdraws.

"How attached are you to this gown?"

"It was a gift from some Scottish Lord three times my age. I am agreeable if it is to be for the fire."

The gown was your least favorite, and in truth, you hoped it would be ruined somehow while you were beyond the palace walls. The color was too dark and the fit unflattering and constricting.

You hear the sound of metal leaving its scabbard, one of his hands lightly gripping your shoulder. He studied the lacings almost tactically before his dagger's blade sliced through the chords like butter.

The silk fabric fluttered to the ground, bodice and skirt pooling around your feet. Your damp chemise clung to your skin, his gaze quickly averted as he offers you a nearby tunic to slide into. Phillip busies himself lighting candles near the fireplace and gathering a small cloth with a bottle of wine. You approach where he kneels on the ground, settling on the bear skin rug.

"I don't like seeing you hurt."

The words are soft as his hand lightly cups your cheeks, the wine laden cloth hovering over your cheek.

"Breathe in for me. It will only hurt for a moment."

You softly inhale at the promise, his touch soft and reassuring. With a gentle exhale, the cloth touches your cheek bringing with it a bubbling sting. Your eyes quickly close, a faint crease between your eyebrows.

"Shh. I know. You're being so brave for me."

He whispered, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek. Satisfied the wound is clean, he pulls back slightly.

"That's my girl. My Princess. My love."

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

16) A gold tooth - Rachel & Cammie

3 years before the start of LYKY, Rachel and Cammie find a quiet escape during Matt’s funeral to have an important chat. (2,600)

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Rachel was wishing goodbye to Joe with a long hug, a thank you for coming and thank you for trying and I’m sorry all wrapped into one, when she realised she had lost track of Cammie again.

Her daughter had gotten quite adept at sneaking off unnoticed in the past few years, especially considering her parents were both highly decorated CIA agents. Until a few months ago, her disappearing acts had made Rachel laugh, had made her roll her eyes with a fond smile, had made her ruminate on how good she could be with a little bit of training. Better than her, she reckoned. Now though, her heart filled with panic. Far too professional to show it, she kept her face neutral as she wished Joe a safe flight, meandering back through the sitting room to receive well intentioned well wishes from Matthew’s old friends, his neighbours, his colleagues. They didn’t know for sure who was responsible for Matthew’s disappearance yet, didn’t know why or what he had gotten involved in. Until she knew for sure, Rachel couldn’t rule out the possibility that whoever they were wouldn’t target his family next, their daughter. She couldn’t let that happen. She needed Cammie safe.

Subtly, she checked the stairs. No preteen perched upon them nor any traces of dirt tracking up the carpet. The bathroom light was off, the closet was locked from the outside, the kitchen was bare except her mother-in-law standing amongst empty cups and plates, staring into space. Rachel paused in her search. If she were a better person, stronger, she would stop and talk with her.

The woman had just lost her son. She couldn’t even imagine how Margaret was feeling.

She also refused to find out.

She couldn’t see her daughter in the house, couldn’t see any evidence of her sneaking away upstairs, so she made her way towards the sitting room window, gazing out at the rest of the ranch. The porch steps were empty, as was the swing set which stood at the bottom of the dirt track. Slightly ajar, the door to the stables was exactly as it had been when they returned from the church, and the key to the chicken coop still hung from its hook in the entranceway. Her in-law’s pickup looked untouched, and no alarms had sounded from her own car to indicate disturbance, the small buggy Richard used to navigate the fields was empty beside the stables, and the family’s tractor-

Rachel breathed again.

Making her way outside, she eyed the small head peeking over the rear window of the tractor, wondered if her daughter was even tall enough to see out of the vehicle. She was so small. It wasn’t fair that someone so small and young and perfect had to bury their dad. Rachel remembered clinging to her sisters hand at their own father’s funeral, Abby’s head barley reaching her hip, remember holding her later that night while she sobbed, her own tears burning behind her eyes. She had never wanted that for her daughter, had never wanted her to know the pain she remembered feeling.

“Hey Kiddo, mind if I join you?” Taking Cammie’s absent minded hum as consent, she opened the tractor door and pulled herself up, snuggling next to her daughter in the oversized drivers seat. Running a hand over her hair, she pressed a kiss the girls crown, rested her chin atop her head for a moment, whispered to her, “How are you doing?”

Cammie just shrugged, leaning her little body into her mother’s. Rachel wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into her chest, heart breaking at her pained voice. “Are there still lots of people?”

Unlike Matthew, whose talent at disappearing in a crowd was in spite of his natural charm and chatty nature, his comfort at being the centre of attention and the way he could command a group, Cammie was a tad more shy. She tended to blend into the background in large crowds, unnoticed by all those who weren’t her parents, and she seemed to like it that way. It worried Rachel sometimes, the way she tended to retreat into herself rather than into the company of others, but Matthew had always assured her that she would come into her own as she aged, would surround herself with people who brought her out of her shell. Rachel hoped that when she started at Gallagher in the fall that she would find those people there.

“Hmm, it's still pretty packed in there. Your dad knew lots of people.” The past tense hurt, but she forced it through her mouth anyway. She needed to Cammie to think of him in the past tense now, needed her to let go of whatever hope she was clinging to, needed her to grieve just this once instead of every day that her dad doesn't magically return.

Her daughter looked up at her, Matthew’s eyes achingly sad and wet with tears. “Is Aunt Abby here?”

Rachel swallowed. Took a deep breath. Pushed through the way her sister’s name made her blood boil and her chest ache. She was furious with Abby for not coming to the funeral, for not showing her face since Matthew went missing. Cammie had asked after her a few times, as had Margaret and Richard, and Rachel could only tell them select tidbits of what Joe had told her. That she was devastated, that she was stuck in Europe, that she sent her love. She wouldn’t, couldn’t tell them that Abby was still scouring the continent for signs of her brother-in-law, that she refused to attend a funeral for a man not proven dead, that when Joe had got in contact with her earlier in the day she had sobbed apologies down the phone for an hour before finding the strength to hang up. Rachel was furious that she hadn’t come to support her niece at the very least, but her heart ached for her little sister all the same, knowing first hand that despite having a lot of practice, she was never good at losing people, at grief.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart, I don’t think she’s gonna make it.” Cammie looked back at her lap, burrowed closer to her mother, disappointed. Abby was one of her daughter’s favourite people, her sister never failing to make the girl light up in laughter. Rachel wonders if that’s what she was hoping for, for her aunt to arrive and bring back the sunshine, to make them all smile and stop them hurting. Even if Abby had come, Cammie would’ve been bitterly disappointed. “She loved your dad a lot though, and she loves you even more.” The words didn’t feel big enough to convey to her daughter how much Abby loved them. Loving them too much was part of the problem.

The head pressed into her ribs nodded, sniffled, stilled again.

“What have you got there?” Clutched tightly in her daughter’s hands was a wooden frame, the photo inside hidden against Cammie’s lap. At her mother’s questioning, she turned it over to show her, oblivious to the way Rachel’s breath caught in her chest, tears clogging her throat.

She barely recognised the version of herself in the photo, young face devoid of wrinkles forged by time or pain, wide smile stretching from her lips to her jaw to her cheeks to her eyes. The photographer, Matthew’s neighbour, she thinks, had caught her and Matthew in the middle of a laugh, gazes locked on one another, eyes alight with love. He looked beautiful. One of his arms was wrapped tight around her waist, the two of them pressed so tight together she could feel his body against hers even now, the other slung around a teenage Abby’s neck, drawing a reluctant grin out of the girl. The three of them were bordered by Matthew’s parents, matching wide smiles painted across their faces, Rachel and Abby’s mother lingering at the side with a polite grimace stretching across her lips.

“Grandma gave it to me, said it was from when you got engaged?” If she spoke, she was sure she’d cry, so she just nodded at her daughter, lost in her memories from a lifetime ago. Cammie ran her hand across the history pictured before her, traced Rachel Cameron’s hand where it lay on her fiancee’s chest, copied the curves of their smiles with her finger, searched for the parents she knew in these people who were lost to time. Her nail settled on her father’s hand where it poked at her aunt’s face. “What happened to dad?”

Laughter broke out of her chest and left her breathless, a single tear falling down her cheek as it did. It was strange, Rachel didn’t think she’d ever laugh again.

Matthew’s right hand was obviously swollen, distinct bruises littering his knuckles, and a large wound stretched across the joint of his middle finger. “God I had forgotten about that.” Cammie’s eyes went wide with curiosity at her mother’s wistful tone, her attention locked on Rachel as she began to lose herself in the story. “The night before this picture was taken, your dad and I went to a bar to celebrate. We had hardly had moment to ourselves since he asked me. I’ll save you the messy details Kiddo, but he got into an argument with a man who had had too much to drink and was harassing this poor young girl. Your dad was always better with his words but there was no reasoning with this guy, so Matthew swung at him. It turned out-” Something dangerously close to a sob burst out her mouth, she could only home that it sounded more like a laugh, “Well the guy had a gold tooth at the front of his mouth, your dad broke his hand on it.” Rachel could remember the shock on his face as clear as day, the way a highly trained operative curled over his hand whimpering in pain. “I had to get the guy to lay off while your dad flapped his hand about like a chicken.”

Rachel couldn’t breathe. Her chest was burning, the shattering of her heart spreading pain along her limbs to the tips of her fingers, her toes. It wasn’t fair. She missed him so much.

Needing to talk about something else, anything else, she pointed at the childhood form of her sister. “Did you even recognise your aunt?”

Giggling slightly as she nodded, Cammie’s finger followed her own, tracing the unfamiliar rounded cheeks of youth on Abby’s face. “She looks the same mom, just younger.”

To Rachel, she looks like an entirely different person, much like Matthew and herself did. Eyes bright and somewhat innocent, slightly smaller and much skinnier, not yet having built up the muscles that now adorn her limbs. There was no control behind her smile, no tactics, no calculation. She looked more childlike than Rachel ever remembered her being. They all did.

“Is that your mom?” She followed her daughter’s finger to the figure looming over Margaret Morgan’s shoulder, humming in confirmation. “She died when I was small right?”

“When you were a baby.” Until a few months ago, Rachel hadn’t thought much about her mother in years. Now she found her thoughts drifting to her all the time, remembering how she fell apart in the aftermath of her husband's death, how she never quite looked happy again. She remembered how alone Rachel had felt without her mother’s support, how Abby had taken to following her around like a little duckling, confused by their mother’s sudden anger and tears. She couldn’t do that to Cammie, she couldn’t be the one to fall apart now.

Her daughter was frowning now, the permanent red hue in her eyes overcome by worry as she stared at her mom. “But your dad was already…”

“Yeah, I was a little older than you when father died,” Rachel tried to figure out where her daughter’s curiosities were stemming from, “I know that it’s confusing and awful and-”

“So both your parents died when Aunt Abby was still a kid?”

“Well she was 17-”

“Where did she go?”

Shifting to face her daughter full on, she cupped Cammie’s face in her hands, eyebrows knitted together in concern. Her brain was moving too slowly, too sluggishly, sedated by grief and pain and worry, to figure out what she was getting at. “Sweetheart what are you worried about?”

“Mom.”

“She lived with me Kiddo, with us. I mean she was at school most of the time but technically she was my responsibility.” It was simultaneously an easy and impossible job. Her sister was pretty self-sufficient by that point, but she was also a magnet for trouble, so Rachel spent the last 6 months of Abby’s time at Gallagher fielding seemingly endless calls from her headmistress.

Something about her answer made Cammie’s eyes swim with tears, her little lips beginning to tremble. It made Rachel’s heart ache, seeing her daughter so distraught. “What will happen to me?”

“What?”

A sob burst out of her little chest. “If something happens to you mom. Do I go with Aunt Abby, or Grandma and Grandpa?”

Oh.

Rachel should’ve figured out that that was the cause of her anxieties.

Technically, Rachel’s current will said that Abby was to take Cammie if anything happened to her and Matthew, but based on the way her sister had reacted to Matt’s disappearance she was thinking of changing that. Perhaps it would be kinder on them both if her daughter went with her grandparents if she needed to. Still, Rachel didn’t want her worrying about that.

“Oh Sweetheart.” She pulled Cammie into her chest, arms tight around her and running a soothing hand up and down her back. Tears dripped onto the black of her dress and she felt her daughter cling her her back in anguish. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I prom-”

“You can’t promise that!”

That was true, she supposed. Had Cammie come to her months ago with concerns about either of her parents not coming home, she would’ve said the same thing. Nothing bad will happen. Because that’s just what you promise children. Sometimes you have to lie to them.

She thought about her mother. How after her father died she fell apart and fell into her work, leaving her children to pick up the pieces of themselves and grow up beyond their years. She thought about her sister. How she graduated school as an orphan, neither parent living to see her following in their footsteps as a CIA operative. She thought about her daughter. About her fear and her pain and her safety. The Gallagher Academy was secure enough, but Rachel would be plagued with anxiety if she couldn’t keep an eye on Cammie herself, and she would never forgive herself if something happened to her and she left her daughter alone.

She thought about Patricia Buckingham and the offer that she had approached her with just a few days ago.

“Well Kiddo, you know how you’re starting at the Academy this September?” A nod against her ribs. A sniffle. Her daughter’s tight grip on the back of her dress getting tighter. Rachel pressed a kiss to the top of her head, breathed in the scent of her, tried to imagine surviving in a world where something happened to this precious girl.

No.

Nothing would happen to her. Rachel would follow her to the ends of the earth if she had to, just to make sure of it. “How would you feel if I started with you?”

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Authors note:

I’ll be honest, I just wanted to explore this moment/conversation at some point and couldn’t think of anything decent for this prompt so I kind of shoehorned them together.

Now a couple days behind and will probably stay that way/fall another day behind if I’m honest, I’m pretty busy this week and have been struggling with the writing a bit, but I’m trying to stay onto of things!

[the-sword-lesbian]

Thoughts on the Arcadia Gays' Stardew Valley playstyle and who would be Best Girl for each of them?

Allllllright LiS plays Stardew Valley let’s go!

You said Arcadia Gays but I plan to do more as well so let’s get into it!

Chloe: primarily focuses on combat and mining and only really grows enough to cover favors/gifts at first but then gets really into cooking and expands the farming a bit more for ingredience. Favored relationships: Maru because fellow science nerd, Abigail because fellow adventure enthusiast, Penny because she reminds Chloe of Max. Platonic besties with Sam.

Max: terrible at keeping any crops alive so she mostly focuses on exploring, foraging, and some fishing when she gets the hang of it. Favored relationships: Abigail because she reminds Max of Chloe, Penny because she reminds Max of Kate, Sam because skater boys are cute, Leah because aloof artist girl she keeps bumping into in the woods while foraging.

Kate: Animal husbandry out the wazoo. Especially coop animals, especially rabbits. But she adores her chickens, dogs, and cats. Not super good at fishing and a bit too nervous to delve too deep in the mines. Favored relationships: Haley! Because she’s the exact same brand of “I can fix her” pretty artistic meangirl that Kate falls for every time. Penny because she can relate too much to her.

Rachel: Miss “stop at nothing” perfectionist won’t settle for anything less than hundred percenting this game. She does it all and just for the sake of getting everything she romances everyone to be a shit disturber and to get the group events. After unlocking and completing the island she will literally just log into the game and stand on the beach for whole days. Favored Relationships: Abigail because she can really relate to the feelings of being stuck in the mold that your parents want for you. Emily because she’s fun. Leah because she’s hot. Alex because a big dumb cute footballer is fun. Sam because skater boys are cute.

Victoria: playing not just the vanilla game but stardew valley expanded as well. She tries to max out all the questlines and do good at the festivals. Favored romances: Sophia because she can’t not date the cute anime nerd. Olivia because hot MILF. Leah because who wouldn’t? And very specifically NOT Haley because “god who would ever deal with all that negging elitist bs??”

Bonus rounds!!

Courtney: terrifyingly invested in this game. Has more money than you thought the UI would actually show. Beat the whole game and is now in it entirely for the aesthetic builds and collecting every clothing item. Wears a different outfit every day. Favored relationships: none by design but has romanced every romanceable character just to have done it. Gets along best with Emily though.

Taylor: Bought the game because she saw Victoria playing it. Romanced Haley and did nothing else.

Steph: All around consistent player. Likes adventuring the most. Also playing a modded version. Favored relationships: Abigail because she likes the ttrpg and adventuring parts of her character. Leah because she ticks a lot of Steph’s boxes. Emily because she’s fun. She tried to romance Haley but got tired of the negging. Sophia because of course. She also installed a mod that made Sebastian transfemme to romance.

Warren/Lauren: Made a girl character, loves the game but plays in secret. Has romanced 11 out of the 12 dateable characters.

Alex: likes the fishing and adventuring. Has a few animals. Favored relationships: Abigail, Sam, and Seb because fellow musicians/nerds. Penny because she’s just so sweet! Harvey because he’s a nice guy. Emily because she’s so much fun and so positive. She also romanced Leah and it gave her gay feelings about Char so she avoids that romance now.

Riley: one part mining nerd, one part beekeeper. Has grown all the flowers and has a textbook perfect garden/apiary arrangement. Favored relationships: Maru because fellow science and robotics nerd! Abigail and Leah because she thinks they’re both cute.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

also can we talk about the fact that Donna is basically the Titans free therapist. she has such a strong sense of self because Diana raised her so right

so Dick was upset and identity-less and went to go sleep on her couch and she was like 'don't be Robin or Batman, be something else' and he was like 'okay bet' and then he became Dick Grayson Camp Counsellor and she was like 'no not that either' and he was like 'ah yes' and then he got arrested on purpose and Rachel was like BUT HE'S IN TROUBLE and Donna was like 'no. I know him. he did that on purpose' and he literally came out as Nightwing. all better now

and Kory was upset and identity-less and spent 2 months cooped up in a van with Donna and decided that earth was like middle school and then when she went on a crisis party binge-drinking spree in Vegas, she only decided to come back when she got a craving for Donna's favourite food

if Donna was in more of S3, the plot would have been solved in 5 minutes flat

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hey do you guys have any fics where Klaine are spies or like criminal master minds? Or separately maybe like a mafia story but where they BOTH come from mafia families? I don't know I'm in a bad ass klaine mood. Thanks!

Here's a list of various fics. ~Jen

Here is our mafia tag.

And of course this one!

A Mafia Romance by @yadivagirl [WIP]​

Blaine is the son of a powerful crime boss. He has no intentions of joining the family business, especially since he finally has a gorgeous boyfriend named Kurt, but everyone else has other ideas. When Kurt gets caught in the middle, Blaine’s true nature is unleashed. Like father, like son. Dark!Blaine. Features sex, violence, drug references, and heavy BDSM themes.

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An Unrefuseable Offer by Aki and Tenshi

Mafia AU. Blaine is a jaded crime lord interested in Kurt, a singer at a speakeasy. Kurt is desperate to take care of his ill father. Blaine makes Kurt an offer, trade himself for Blaine’s money and influence to get Burt the best medical care. And then there’s Sebastian, who runs a rival mob. Angst, drama, and a dark, kinda romantic story

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A Dangerous Game by dreamcatcher (darcangell23)

The year is 1924 and Blaine Anderson, son of the most notorious mafia boss in the east, has gone to his favorite speakeasy where he sees Kurt for the first time. It’s got to be love at first sight but falling for a mafia baby so a dangerous game to play. But is Kurt exactly who Blaine thinks he is? 

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Spy fic:

Trigger Warning by @inkystars (on tumblr)

Blaine Anderson is one of the top international spies in the world, but is very insistant upon keeping his husband, Kurt Hummel, in the dark about that matter. Which ends up being a bit of a problem when Kurt is kidnapped

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Criminal Klaine -

An Unwritten Life by GlassParade

An adaptation of the movie “The Brothers Bloom” – Blaine and Cooper are brothers and con artists, committing crimes worldwide with explosives expert Santana in tow. But Blaine wants out of the life, while Cooper wants to pull off one last con – and for his mark, he’s selected reclusive automotive heir Kurt Hummel. With Coop’s promise to finally let him go in hand, Blaine sets the hook and reels Kurt into a madcap global adventure in lies, violence, death…and love.

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An Honest Man by BlurglesmurfKlaine @jinglejavey

For nearly the past decade, Kurt Hummel and his best friend Rachel Berry have made their living swindling unsuspecting bachelors. Which proves to be pretty easy on his conscience, considering he doesn’t believe in love anymore. As they always say: “You can’t con an honest man... Good thing they don’t exist.” But their mark for their last con before they go their separate ways—Blaine Anderson—may just prove otherwise, and restore Kurt’s faith in love in the process.

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FBI/criminal:

Catch Me If You Can by @afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

Note: There are 9 more stories in this verse HERE.

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In Spite of all the Darkness by wishesonfallenstars

When the bodies of teenage girls start appearing next to dumpsters over New York City, the NYPD calls in the FBI. Because Serial Killers are always stopped easier when there’s experienced back up on speed-dial, and with bodies starting to pile up, they need to move fast. (warnings inside)

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Hidden in the Deep by LauGS @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel’s only concern was getting the perfect role in the perfect Broadway show. But when one night he witnesses a real nightmare, Kurt’s focus shifts from saving his career to saving something much more important: his own life.

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Mr Congeniality by ifinallyfoundsomeone

Miss. Congeniality!AU

Bomb threats are being sent to the newly made Mr. America pageant and FBI Agent Blaine Anderson has taken up the position of being an undercover agent to save the pageant. With some extreme grooming and guidance from his pageant consultant, Blaine infiltrates the world of Men’s pageants. Making some interesting friends, and maybe he even winning the heart of his slave driver pageant consultant, the gorgeous and fascinating, Kurt Hummel.

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[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

The Stench is REAL: Rotten Eggs + Reeking Weed Factory+ Bad Pipes = "It smells. Bad. VERY bad. VERY VERY bad."

The irony of bridezlla Rachel MEgain Markle kicking up a fuss over a one (1) hour "spectacle" inside the Queen’s "musty" chapel, only to acquire a 1st homebuyer loan for an odorous property.

"It smells like offal that has been rotting in the sun. It makes my stomach churn," a local from the Montecito area reportedly told The Mirror. "I’ve seen lots of homeowners closing their windows when it wafts over."

"According to the New York Post, the smell is wafting over from a nearby bird refuge (which is situated on a 42-acre stretch of saltwater marsh). Specifically, the refuge is the Andrée Clark Bird Refuge, which happens to be one of the largest wildlife refuges in the U.S. Cameron Benson, the City of Santa Barbara's clean water manager, told the Mirror that stagnant water can contribute to the smell, and that the “odor issues are sporadic and sometimes they are worse in some conditions."

"Last year, it was reported the Duke and Duchess of Sussex live just minutes from a legal weed factory base in Santa Barbara, California. 

The couple's mansion is just up the road from the 20 large greenhouses full of the plants - leaving the luxury suburb reeking. 

Neighbours made a string of complaints, sparking the company to install new “odour control systems”.

The Meghans, Dorito & Markus can get high just by standing outdoors as "...one resident complained that the stench was so bad that they had to pull over while driving along the road."

Imagine taking out a $14.65 million dollar loan on your VERY first home: a 9 bedroom, 16 bathroom mansion and you are CanNOT use your property for business purposes. No Spotify podcasts, NO staged Megflix/Netflix zoom calls, NO staged juggling acts outside the windows, NO book interviews, NO staged instant messages from Beyonce, NO Easter egg hunts, NO cooking shows, NO Variety photo shoots---- only 1 chicken coop interview with NOprah.

The 14,500sq ft, or 1,350sq m, main house sits on 7.4ac of grounds that include a pool, tennis court, tea house and children's cottage.

Money Pit : "The pair have paid a lot less for the property than a previous owner: in May 2009 it sold for more than $25 million. It was put on the market in 2015 for $34.5 million but failed to sell. It was relisted at the start of this year for $16.975 million, selling to the Sussexes for $2.325 million less than the asking price at $14.65 million."

From asks @the-cat-with-the-emerald-tiara-1 Royal Organic Weed "Harry's Choice"

Poll Error: The 4th answer "Money Pit of Montecito"