#Teddy Siegel

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'When Nature Calls' Concert Comes to Huntington Summer Arts Festival

A truly stunning array of world class classical and contemporary musicians took to the Chapin Rainbow Stage in Heckscher Park last week. When Nature Calls was a true tour de force, with a spectacular rendition of the Queen of the Night Aria from the Magic Flute performed by Teddy Siegel, Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Minor performed by Keyi Wang, and Rhapsody in Blue by Maxim Lando, amongst other…

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🌛Weekly Tag Wednesday - Sleepover Edition!🌜

Yay! Thanks for cooking up this game and tagging me @mybrainismelted! And @creepkinginc and @lingy910y I'm stoked for this sleepover 😜✨ ------------- Ok pocket friends, tonight we are having a sleepover!  So grab your pj’s, your teddy bears, and your fuzzy slippers, and let’s have some fun!

Name: deanna🌱

Location:  o HI o 🌽

We’ll start with some easy ones! Is there a celebrity you think you look like?  If so, who:  not a single one. no one has ever compared me to anyone either so i'm pretty sure i just dont have one of those faces 😆

Do you still have stuffed animals in your bed?  yessss. i have a big brown bear that i call Grizz (after Grizz from we bare bears) and a mini-squishmallow, the pink cuckatoo whose name is something else but i call her Birdie 🧸

Who is your celebrity crush?  iunno like ALL of them?? haha i guess currently i'm very much in my super appreciating Rahul Kohli and Kate Siegel era 😍

Have you ever accidentally sent a naughty message to the wrong person? very recently i accidentally texted the gallavich scenes youtube link of the dock scene to my brother-in-law instead of to my bestie. please note the youtube thumbnail that loads in messages is ian and mickey eating each others faces. im still not okay after that one.

Have you ever snorted your drink out your nose on a date?  nah not on a date

Have you ever peed in a public pool?  as little kid? yeah probably lol?? And we will close it out with some Shameless Characters Bang/Marry/Kill: Ian/Mickey/Kev: Bang Mickey, Marry Ian, Kill Kev Fiona/V/Svetlana: Bang Fiona, Marry V, Kill Svet

Frank/Kermit/Tommy: Bang Frank, Marry Tommy, Kill Kermit (theres no winning this one okay?)

Karen/Mandy/Sandy: Bang Sandy, Marry Mandy, Kill Karen

Jimmy/Sean/Gus: Bang Sean, Marry Jimmy, Kill Gus

Thanks for coming to my sleepover! Hope you had fun, we are having banana pancakes for breakfast. ------------ Yay thanks!! I'm gonna share my banana pancakes🥞🥞🥞 with the following little nuggets! @darlingian @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @scurvgirl @themarchg1rl @mmmichyyy @juliakayyy @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @spoonfulstar @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @gofionaonthem @thepupperino @purplemagpie @suzy-queued @energievie @rereadanon @transmickey @mikhailoisbaby @tsuga-of-mars @auds-and-evens @ardent-fox and YOU #💟

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NEW #audiodrama #AudioDramaSunday

“Professor Egghead” the new episode of

The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings

BloodyFM

ApplePodcasts

with

Narrated by Trevor Shand

Starring Nils Frykdahl as Professor Egghead

Conan Freeman as Teddy

Mark Redfield as The Father

Dee Quintero as The Barrista

Andrea Richardson as The Hairdresser

Music by The Newton Brothers

So happy to be asked to be part of the cast again for another story in this horror anthology audio drama series. Friends that appear in earlier episodes include Mike Flanagan and Kate Siegel.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Casino Business History - Reality And Legends - Part Four

According to the data provided by the specialists, Las Vegas consumes more electric energy than the whole France. Casino-hotels are side by side with each other and each strives to attract the potential client with something different that could not be found at the competitor's place: from the constructed "mini-Manhattan" with small copies of the most famous New York sky scrapers and statute of liberty to "Egypt Pyramid" with a very bright projector on the top seen from the jet planes. Casinos are competing with each other in the design of their building, shows - national finals of rodeo and prestigious contests of popular songs - are held there. But still the roulette wheel remains "engine for progress". As local people say, a few years ago there was an effort to introduce "dress code" for entering the casino. But soon the idea was abandoned - what is the difference who comes - a gentleman in the tuxedo or a guy wearing shorts, a lady in the cocktail dress or a housewife in the slippers - the main thing they are staking and playing! Rino is a little less popular than Las Vegas - "the largest of the smallest cities in the world", another gambling capital, "a small copy of Las Vegas", where luxurious hotels and casinos offer all the client wants: from "suites for just-married" (it is a whole industry in Nevada) to roulette and cards.

Where the mafia starts.

probably no story about gambling would be complete without mentioning about such its aspect as relations with the criminal world - or mafia - if you prefer it. America still remembers as on a summer evening of 1947 a US citizen Benjamin Siegel was murdered by an unknown gunman who fired a shotgun blast as Siegel sat in his apartment of the Beverly Hills. He was also knows as "Bugsy" - one of the Las Vegas mobsters, owner of a luxurious hotel Flamingo who invested in it a fantastic for these times sum of money amounting to 6 million dollars.

"Behind the underground".

Still, the experts point out that gambling may hardly be completely banned even in theory. Tom Clancy in his "Op Center" describes Japanese game pachinko: "The game is played much like a vertical version of pinball with the player shooting the ball into the game in much the same fashion as in pinball. The balls fall down between slots on the game layout and most disappear at the bottom, but some fall into special holes. This sets into motion a type of slot machine. As with slots, the player wins if three matching pictures or symbols appear. The winner gets new balls. The balls can be exchanged for prizes. Even though gambling is illegal in Japan the parlors find ways around it. The balls can be turned in for prizes at the pachinko parlor's gift shop, but also can be exchanged for merchandise that can then be exchanged for cash at a window outside the pachinko parlor. Small teddy bears cost 20 thousand yens for a bear, big toy rabbits were as twice as expensive and you could get about sixty thousand yen for a toy tiger".

The most surprising event took place in USSR in late 70s. On one of the enterprises of the former Soviet Baltic states a production of quite an interesting toy under an innocent name "swing-bingo" (loto) was launched. In fact it was a prototype of a roulette, but much smaller. All the rest was just like in real casino: playing field, ball, numbers, "red and black"... It was available in the shops. The passion for risk and hazard was so strong that even Communist ideology could do nothing about it: even in the worst times of the soviet totalitarianism there were totalizator racings. In Israel where gambling is prohibited another solution was found - in the evening a boat sails away from Eilat and casting anchor in neutral waters - opens the doors of the casino...

It is not an accident that, on leaving Rino you can see a box with one arm bandit on the first rate high way which splits the desert. The sign on the box says: "One more chance. Take it! "

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[donaldnobert]

Members of the Germantown Legends 2010s participating in the Tennessee ODP Sub-Regional event this weekend. Luke Papachristou jack Hyden Teddy Karol Aiden Walker Butler Wallace TJ white Hew Smith Jackson Johnson Miller Wagner This ODP event featured players selected for the TSSA State teams and is being held at the Richard Siegel Soccer Park (Murfreesboro, TN), January 14- 16, 2023. ⚽️💪 #LadyLegendsSoccer #LegendsSoccer #GermantownSoccer #LegendsFAMILY #YouthSoccer #HealthyGermantown #GermantownTENN #GtownParksAndRec #SoccerFUN #Soccer #TeamWORK #TSSA #TNSoccer #USYouthSoccer #USYS #Believe @GtownParksAndRec @GermantownChamber @USSoccer @USYouthSoccer @HealthyGermantown @TNStateSoccer @GermantownTENN #ODP #NextLevelExcellence @USYouthSoccerODP #BeDiscovered #TNODP #RSSP #RichardSiegelSoccerComplex (at Richard Siegal Soccer Complex) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnflwjuPVOP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Germantown Legends 2010 Black attending the TSSA ODP State Pool Training at the Richard Siegel Soccer Complex this weekend. Steven Marchand Teddy Karol Aiden Hoshell Luke Papachristou Jackson Johnson ⚽️ 💪 #LegendsSoccer #GermantownSoccer #LegendsFAMILY #YouthSoccer #HealthyGermantown #GermantownTENN #GtownParksAndRec #SoccerFUN #Soccer #TeamWORK #TSSA #TNSoccer #USYouthSoccer #USYS #Believe @GtownParksAndRec @GermantownChamber @USSoccer @USYouthSoccer @HealthyGermantown @TNStateSoccer @GermantownTENN #ODP #RSSC #RichardSiegelSoccerComplex (at Richard Siegal Soccer Complex) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck7U84PgNM8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Michael Beharie Interview: Explicitly Optimistic

Photo by Clayton Harley

BY JORDAN MAINZER

With his upcoming album Promise, Michael Beharie has made his most accessible music to date, though his influences remain as wide-ranging as ever. In 2018, the improviser and composer (and current member of Zs) was in the middle of a swath of experimental, noise-based projects when he decided he wanted to also do something basic: write songs. What resulted was a song cycle broadly about ideas of place and memory, a collection of gentle tunes that contrast the harshness of what he’s known for. 

On Promise, Beharie imbues songs like “Red”, “Silo”, and “Eclipse” with circular guitar fingerpicking, resulting in lilting, expansive folk tunes. He brought on friends like drummers Greg Fox (also of Zs), Noah Hecht, and Matt Mehlan and bassist Gui Duvignau, but the most involved collaborators were vocalist Charlotte Mundy and flutist Laura Cocks. Mundy doesn’t sing any lyrics; in fact, her atmospheric melodies and harmonies are really only noticeable on "Red”. For the most part, she gives the songs an unheralded sense of warmth and depth. Cocks, meanwhile, plays flute on songs that couldn’t be more different, like heartland 808s jams “Ghost” and “For Days” and the Renaissance-era sounding “Thakur”. On all of these songs, Beharie references his lifelong affection for North Indian Bansuri flute playing, even on the two stadium-sized rockers. “The North Indian classical tradition is really rule-based,” he told me over the phone earlier this month. “I’m not implying the note to note techniques of that music. But I wanted to make parts that reminded me of the way those flute players play.” Whether meshing disparate genres or juxtaposing organic and digital sounds, Beharie thrives on contrast, the ultimate evidence of Promise’s appeal.

Promise comes out April 8th. Earlier this month at Union Pool in Brooklyn, Beharie played his first show of the album’s songs, with a quartet: Beharie on acoustic guitar and vocals, Fox on drums, Grey McMurray on electric guitar, and Jason McMahon on bass. Expect announcements of more shows throughout the year, and read our conversation below, edited for length in clarity.

Photo by Lauryn Siegel

Since I Left You: What inspired you to make a song cycle about place and memory?

Michael Beharie: In 2018, I was doing a lot of touring with more noise-based groups, playing mainly abstract, improvised music. Aside from those activities, I was just making songs as a counterbalance to all of the noise stuff. I had been working ever since 2017 on a collection of these songs that are more internally facing and delicate. That was the main reason that I wanted to hone in on and pursue the song cycle idea, just to do something radically different from what I was involved in in a somewhat public way.

SILY: How did you approach the sequencing of the songs?

MB: I had about 80 ideas in 2018. Then I laid them out and wanted to try to create a story with some hills and valleys in it. Most of the material is pretty restrained other than “Ghost” and “For Days”. I wanted to feature [Laura Cocks,] the flute player, and the woman who did additional vocals, Charlotte Mundy, in the middle of it, with “Thakur”. But I had the sequence set pretty early in the process when all of the songs were in demo forms.

SILY: On a couple of the songs, you combine natural noise and digital noise. Are you trying to point out the differences between those types of noise or posit that they’re one and the same and question the distinction between the two?

MB: I find it kind of psychedelic to be in a totally organic world and all of a sudden have a very distinct digital sound come through. I think it contextualizes the organic stuff in a new way, and it contextualizes the digital. I love radically electroacoustic music where folks do that. Because I was taking the time to record so many organic sounds for this, I thought it would be really special and important to carefully have some digital elements in there.

SILY: How did you go about balancing your voice with Charlotte’s?

MB: I definitely didn’t want to write her anything with words. That was a big thing. But I also didn’t want to set her voice in a backup vocal kind of way. I wanted it to be really special and dreamy. I took two weeks making MIDI parts in Ableton with fake voice sets and treating the vocal readings of her parts as almost a synth, if that makes sense, rather than a straight-up melodic countermelody. The approach made particular sense for her voice because she can really do the Morton Feldman-esque straight tone with no vibrato. It’s very Anglican church sounding, in a way.

I think the only actual melody that she sings is on the first track on the record, “Red”. Other than that, all of her parts are real versions of voice synth pads, like an 80s Fairlight [CMI] synth.

SILY: A couple of the songs on here you’ve called your rock songs, “Ghost” and “For Days”. Can you talk about them in context of the record and the music you make in general? How new of a thing is it for you?

MB: It’s not really new in terms of daily experience over the past 14 years. It’s new in terms of putting out music. More outward-facing songs like “Ghost” and “For Days” I had been playing out and releasing but in very electronic forms. This is definitely the first time there’s more folk rock instrumentation. “Ghost” is a funny one because it’s definitely the most nostalgic sounding on there. It’s very much inspired by alt pop radio that I would listen to growing up in D.C. I just thought it would be important to have that more outward-facing energy to make the inward, more folky stuff resonate. 

SILY: Then there’s a song like “Thakur” that’s almost Renaissance-era.

MB: [laughs] Totally.

SILY: It, equally, makes the folky tunes stand out.

MB: Awesome. I love that.

SILY: What’s the meaning to you of Promise as a title?

MB: I don’t have a super clear thought about it, but I love the idea of “promise” in its usage of “I promise I will such and such.” I also love it as in, “This thing has promise.” One of the ideas behind the record was that I’m not trying to do anything cutting edge or dark, which is so much different from what I had been releasing. I felt that word, optimistic but not in any specific way, was appropriate for the vibe.

SILY: What’s the story behind the cover art?

MB: The cover art was made from an imaging of nematic crystals. It’s a riff off of the way liquid crystals look. They have this characteristic of being translucent and reflecting light the way crystals do when you look at them from certain angles. It just seemed like a nice bright and multi-hued paring with the music.

SILY: How was the show you just played? Was it your first time playing these songs live?

MB: Yeah, it was our first show. We had so much fun. We had rehearsed 5 or 6 times and had been going pretty hard trying to reimagine the songs in a slightly more rock way and giving time for intros and outros to bloom. We’re planning on doing more shows and bringing in different woodwind players and singers, but at the moment, we just have the core of the band really strong. It felt great to play live again. I hadn’t played a show since before the pandemic, so it was nice to come back to life a little bit.

SILY: How was adapting the songs to this set of musicians and instruments?

MB: Extremely easy and fun. I made pretty detailed charts of every part in the songs in score fashion, but as soon as we started playing, the riffs we needed to have from the record were so easy, everyone picked them up by ear. These musicians are used to playing much more complex music, and this is really basic for them, so it ended up being a really natural process to set them for a rock band. I’m really looking forward to recording the live versions. I want to do a live EP of at least 5 of the songs with the new arrangements.

SILY: What else is next for you?

MB: I wanna do a follow up to the record I made with the cellist [Teddy Rankin-Parker], A Heart From Your Shadow, which was released in 2018.

SILY: I was just listening to that before we started talking!

MB: Oh, nice. I wanna do a follow up to that record, and I want to do another song cycle with drum machine instead of acoustic drumming and oboe and bassoon and bass clarinet instead of flutes. I’m working on that right now.

SILY: Anything you’ve been listening to, watching, or reading lately that’s caught your attention?

MB: Such a good question. It’s strange, but I’ve been listening to mostly Greek bouzouki music. I’m obsessed with this one song “Oles Oi Daphnes” by Evgenia Verra. I kind of want to cover it with the band. I've been trying to learn how to play these bouzouki parts on the guitar.

I’ve been really into the writer Carlo Rovelli, who writes about the illusion of time. He’s a physics writer who makes these high particle physics concepts digestible for us laymen. [laughs] Grey is also reading all of his books, so we geek out over his stuff.

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House of Stone (4/5)

feat. professor!Andy Barber x student!single mom!reader

Premise: Spin-off/sequel to Wooden Façade; Settling into his new life as a bachelor, Andy is helping his brother Ari prepare for his wedding to their mother’s former nurse. Between wedding planning and teaching, you enter his life and your eccentric one-year-old daughter catches his attention.

Warnings: mentions of sudden death, divorce, familial conflicts, spousal conflicts, a custody battle, pregnancy, and Parkinson’s disease; Laurie Barber slander; teacher-student friendship; romantic/sexual tension; awkward and cringey moments; blindsiding siblings (Ari and Bunny are menaces to Andy); Andy wears glasses and is a hot professor

A/N: This portion of House of Stone covers a FICTIONAL custody battle. While I have tried my best to do research and depict everything as accurately as possible, I do not claim to have any professional knowledge of custody battle proceedings. This is fanfiction. Please take it as such. Advice is always welcome, but hurtful and rude comments will be removed and the commenter will be blocked.

Important to note that the events of Defending Jacob do not occur before, during, or after this series. Andy and Laurie are divorced and Jacob lives with Laurie.

Thank you as always to @eightcevanscentral

Read Wooden Façade here

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Andy places his glasses on his nose, blinking a few times to relieve the strain in his eyes as they try to focus on the evidence in front of him. 

Initially, there was an arrangement between the two of you to split the cost of a Family & Custody lawyer. Andy tried his best to use all the resources available to him to find the best one, but Troy’s parents’ lawyer had other plans. 

Every lawyer he had called and presented your case to had declined on the basis that they had already met with Troy’s parents. 

Andy grew irate, throwing in the towel and realizing if he wants something done, he’d have to do it himself. 

Still, you offered to pay. 

“I don’t want your money, Teddy.” 

“But, Andy, I couldn’t possibly–that’s so much work on top of what you already do as a professor, please–”

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head, placing his hand on top of yours. “Nobody would be a better lawyer for this than me. Let me take care of it.” 

So, here he was on a Saturday night, running on three hours of sleep and organizing documents showing your clock hours at work, payments to your aunt’s daycare, and your transcripts at the university instead of grading papers. 

Andy had called your aunt and cousin to testify on your behalf. With them, there was a solid case for you to keep Ivy. Still, you worried nonetheless. If he was honest, he was nervous too. He knew any level of custody granted to Troy’s parents would be a break in the dam; the water would surely engulf you and sweep Ivy away.

Still, he would do his damn best to make sure you wouldn’t lose her.

- - - - - 

“Calling the case of Abernathy vs. Y/L/N for the custody of Ivy Paige Abernathy to order.”

The judge taps her gavel twice and a hush falls over the courtroom. 

You exhale shakily, fingers folded on top of the table while your hands tremble. Another hand covers yours, squeezing tightly. Looking to your left, Andy gives you a reassuring smile.

Deep breaths, he mouths. 

You nod, drawing in air through your nose and breathing out through your mouth. Craning your neck, you spy Ivy sitting quietly with your aunt and Winnie.

Seeing her now, she’s so big, grown so much since she was born. You remember looking into her face during endless nights, sobbing as she slept. Resigning yourself to being a single mother wasn’t easy and some days it’s still hard to get out of bed. Everything you do is for her; you recall so many moments when you were happy to be in her company. 

“It’s you and me, Ivy,” you’d say to her. “I will never leave you.” 

Your lip trembles at the thought that any of the coming nights could be the last one you spend with her. 

“Mr. Siegel,” the judge addresses their lawyer, “You may stand and make the opening statement for the plaintiff.”

Slowing down your breaths, you try to keep yourself composed as the lawyer representing Troy’s parents stands.

“Your honor, Benjamin and Constance Abernathy tragically lost their only child, Troy, nearly two years ago. While they have many dear memories of him, they have been wrongly barred from seeing their only grandchild; the child that Troy fathered. Today, they’re here, fighting for rights they shouldn’t need to fight for because the defendant continues to act selfishly to keep her daughter to herself.”

Your hands unfold, closing into tight fights as your muscles begin to tighten. Next to you, Andy tenses as well, inhaling sharply.

Looking around, you see the judge nodding intently. Her eyes flicker toward you every once in a while and you don’t like the impression you’re passively making on her built on lies being eloquently spewed out by a lawyer. 

The stenographer types quickly, putting every accusation on the record. Your heart sinks; you don’t feel confident in your chances. 

“This trial shouldn’t even need to happen. As grandparents–Ivy’s last connection to her father– they are entitled to at least partial custody for Ivy.” 

He sits down, and Troy’s parents appear to cry. 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you look at them. You considered them an extension of your family once; they welcomed you with open arms, fed you, kept you safe, and gave generously. 

Now, they were trying to take away your entire world. Perhaps it was some strange form of retribution. You suspect they believe that if Troy hadn’t been with you the night he died, maybe he would still be here today. 

The judge turns to you and Andy. “Mr. Barber, please stand and make the opening statement for the defendant.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Andy nods, standing. He smooths down his jacket and looks at you once more before facing the judge. 

“Ma’am, Miss Y/L/N is a single mother pursuing a law degree to give her daughter a better life. Her world revolves around Ivy. When she and Mr. Troy Abernathy first discovered she was pregnant, they were immediately cut off from support systems with the exception of one relative, who continues to care for Ivy to this day. That relative is looking after Ivy presently. 

“If Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy wanted to care for Ivy, they would have been providing care for her without the need for a lawsuit based on no foundations. Their attorney claims they have been ‘wrongfully barred,�� from seeing their granddaughter. However, he failed to mention that they attempted to forcibly take Ivy away a week after she was born when my client was in an extremely vulnerable position. She was still recovering from giving birth and mourning the man she loved.” 

Andy swallows, pressing down the hurt that rises in his chest at the idea that you loved someone before you met him, and if he hadn’t died, you most likely would’ve still been with him. 

Clearing his throat, he continues, “The plaintiff calls my client selfish. I can assure you that the evidence we have and testimonies of witnesses can prove that she is not. She is a single mother doing everything she can to make sure her daughter does not know a day of pain.”

He sits back down and looks at you. Your eyes are watery and you throw him a half-hearted smile, something to show your gratitude. He can see past the smile, sensing your nerves fraying as you listen to the judge tell the Abernathys they can move forward with testimonies. 

Constance goes to the stand first. You remember her being so warm and gentle; nothing like the stoic face she wears as she approaches the stand, placing her hand on the Bible and swearing to tell the truth. 

She sits and Siegel stands to question her. 

“Mrs. Abernathy, would you please explain your relationship to Miss Y/L/N?”

She sighs shortly. “She was like my daughter. We adored her; it was easy to. She made my son happy and she got along with me and my husband very well.”

“How did your relationship change?”

Another sigh, a longer one this time. “When it was found out she was pregnant, she made him cut all contact with us.”

Your fists clench in your lap. So much for the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, you think to yourself. 

You recall Andy advising you to control your emotions as much as possible. The ability to keep a neutral face diminishes with every word Constance says. 

She sniffles as she finishes, manufactured tears slipping down her cheeks as her lawyer tells her she can step down. 

Benjamin goes next, spewing more lies to bury you deep in a trench you may never hope to get out of. Your heart nearly stops when your name is called to come to the stand. 

Legs shaking, you rise from your chair and nearly forget how to walk. Every step is a conscious effort as you do your best to move forward and ignore the looks being thrown your way. 

The bailiff holds up a Bible and instructs you to raise your right hand. 

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you, God?” 

Your mouth opens, but words struggle to come out. Paralyzed by your nerves, you know hesitation does not help your case at all. 

“I-I do,” you manage, then clear your throat. “I do solemnly swear.”

“You may take a seat.” 

The walled-in seat of the stand looks claustrophobic. Your movements are clumsy as you step in and lower yourself into the chair. On this side of the courtroom, next to the judge and so far away from Andy, you feel vulnerable; a sitting duck to be struck down at any moment. Locking eyes with Andy, he motions for you to breathe. Drawing air into your chest, you blink away tears.

“How are you today, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Objection,” Andy speaks. “Relevance?”

“Believe it or not, Mr. Barber, you are not the only one who cares about your client’s well-being.”

“I’ll allow it,” the judge speaks. “It’s a simple question, dear. Nothing to be afraid of.”

You nod. “I’m good–”

“Please speak up, miss, the stenographer needs to hear you.”

“I’m good,” you repeat, voice cracking. 

“Good,” Mr. Siegel smiles, though you can see the venom in his eyes. “Tell me, what does a typical day look like for both you and Ivy.”

Easy question, you can answer it, you tell yourself. 

“Well, I wake up at 6:30 to get ready for work, then Ivy wakes up around 7:00. I give her breakfast, usually yogurt or oatmeal. I drop her off at Rising Sun Day Care at around 8:15, 8:30 and go to work afterward. Work ends around 5, I pick up Ivy from daycare; if I have a class that evening, I pick up Winnie too because she volunteers there after school and I make dinner for all three of us. Class starts at 7:15 so I leave around 6:30 to drive to BU and come back around 10:00. Winnie then calls her mom and she comes and picks her up.” 

“I see. And what kind of experience does a sixteen-year-old like Winnie have to watch a one-year-old?”

“Objection, speculation,” Andy grunts.

“Sustained.”

“Let me rephrase the question,” Mr. Siegel appeases, “What made you trust a sixteen-year-old to have the common sense to watch a one-year-old for three hours in an evening?”

“I’ve known Winnie her whole life,” you begin. “She’s always been responsible and…nurturing.” You look around to try and find the right words to defend your decision. “Her mother is a certified child caregiver and preschool director, so Winnie’s been taught how to care for young children her whole life.” 

“And when did you make the decision to abandon your child in the evening to pursue a career?”

Your heart drops; what kind of question is that?

“Objection, leading.” Andy sounds angry.

“Sustained.”

“I’ll rephrase. Why pursue your career now? Why not wait until Ivy is a little bit older to pursue your degree?”

You breathe in. “We’re not…I’m not…I wasn’t in a position where I could really stand on my own and take care of her. Troy was working nonstop when I was pregnant with her and we had some savings but I had to use them for supplies and essentials. I knew I had to work to make sure I could provide for her. And I knew that being a receptionist wasn’t sustainable as a career and I just thought it would be easier to do this now so that later I wouldn’t have to leave her.”

“Plaintiff’s exhibit A,” Mr. Siegel says, grabbing a piece of paper and showing it to the judge. “Could you read this please, Miss Y/L/N?”

Taking the sheet from him, you recite a passage from a scientific study on child psychology. You know what this is; it states that children who do not receive the proper amount of affection and comfort from parents are more likely to develop a plethora of developmental and emotional disorders.

You also understand what it implies about your parenting.

“Did you consider that when you were making arrangements for Winnie to babysit for Ivy as you leave her in the evenings?”

“Objection, your honor. My client can’t see into the future.”

“But she can synthesize information from a watershed scientific study and make decisions based on the study.”

“I’ll allow it.” 

You purse your lips, understanding you have to answer the question. “I don’t like leaving her in the evenings. I made that decision to establish a career for myself so that I can provide for her later in life and not have to miss out on spending time with her when she gets older.” 

“And what is Ivy’s disposition when it comes to new people?”

“She loves people,” you say, “She’s very social.”

“Could it be that she’s seeking out the attention that she’s lacking from you?”

Andy shouts this time, “Objection!”

“Withdrawn.” 

Your lip quivers and your vision blurs, tears streaming down your face. 

“Miss, you may exit the stand.” 

You tremble the entire way back to your seat, eyes cast down as the judge announces the court is adjourned for the day. 

Andy ushers you out of the room and your aunt sweeps you into her arms as you all gather in the corridor of the courthouse.

“Oh, my dear,” she coos, “I’m so sorry it started out this way.” 

You can’t muster the words to express your despair and anxiety, only sobbing into the shoulder of her blazer.

“Let’s get some food,” Winnie suggests quietly, passing a hand over your hair and propping Ivy up on her hip. 

“Momma,” Ivy whines, reaching for you. 

Your stomach grumbles loudly as you take her and your aunt teases you while reminding you it’s important to take care of yourself during this time. 

Nodding, you wipe your tears and take a deep breath, pressing a kiss to Ivy’s cheek to help ground you.

“Andy,” your aunt calls to him. He looks up from his phone. “Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to but,” he sighs, “I can’t. It’s my son, I have to pick him up.” 

“Okay, well, we’ll see you next time.” 

“Yeah,” he nods. His eyes lock with you and he pulls you and Ivy in for a hug. “It’ll be okay.” 

You don’t react beyond an exhale; no nod, no headshake, nothing to indicate your hope. His heart sinks, but he releases you, wishing he could be in two places at once. 

Before he can fully part from you, he feels a tug on his neck. Looking down, his tie is fisted in Ivy’s little hand. When his eyes meet hers, he sees the worry on her face. 

“Deedee,” she mumbles sadly. 

She pulls again, urging him closer, and presses her face into his cheek, a small comforting kiss. 

“Aww, thank you, baby bear,” he coos quietly. Then, he looks at you. “I’ll see you guys soon, okay?”

He can see you steeling your face, trying to mask your emotions behind a look of false bravery. Sighing, he says a final goodbye and wishes he could be in two places at once. 

- - -

“Jacob,” Andy calls as he rolls down the window of his car, “the hell are you doing out here?”

“I just wanted to spend time with you,” he shrugs. 

Sighing, Andy reaches over and opens the passenger door. “Get in, I’ll park in the garage and we’ll go in together.” 

They’re silent on their way to the apartment, but once inside, Andy interrogates him again. “You called me a bunch of times and I saw your texts, but why didn’t you just wait? I would’ve picked you up from your mom’s.”

Jacob looks guilty as his eyes drift to the floor. “I just…couldn’t wait.”

Sensing there’s something more that his son doesn’t want to talk about yet, Andy decides to drop the subject. “Well, next time, just try to wait until I can pick you up. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had gotten hurt.” 

Nodding, Jacob looks at his father before rushing him, wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning on his shoulder. 

Andy is taken aback, not accustomed to the show of affection from his son. He hasn’t seen him often in the past two years and it almost feels new. With an exhale, he hugs him too, patting his head. 

“What do you want for dinner?”

- - - - -

Since the first day in court, Jacob had been coming every weekend, sometimes more than a weekend. It led to more interactions between Andy and Laurie, figuring out driving arrangements so that not all of the transportation was her responsibility. 

“Morning, Dad,” Jacob smiles, coming into the kitchen.

“Morning, kid,” he replies, pointing to the plate set up for him on the dining table. 

“Did you make pancakes?”

“And bacon and eggs; and you’re gonna finish your plate. You need a…”

“Balanced breakfast,” Jacob finishes for his father. “I know.” 

They sit at one end of the table and Jacob dishes on his experiences at school. 

“...and finals suck.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Andy smirks, piercing a piece of pancake on his fork, “Your teachers hate finals too.”

“What do you mean?”

“You think we like grading?”

Jacob shrugs, a silent answer of, You have a point. As he chews on a slice of bacon, he looks toward the documents littering the other side of the table. “Are those all the papers you have to grade?”

“Oh, no,” Andy shakes his head. “That’s…uh. Well, I took a case.”

“What?” his son asks incredulously. “Are you serious? I thought you were done with that.”

“Thought I was too, but it was a special circumstance.”

“What do you mean?”

Andy pauses, trying to figure out how much he can share without being indiscreet. “One of my students is a single mom of a one-year-old. Her boyfriend died before their daughter was born, and now his parents are trying to claim custody of the girl.”

“Like…like full custody?” Jacob prods. “They wanna take her away?”

“Mhmm.”

“Why?” 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Andy shakes his head. “But sometimes people don’t have good reasons for their actions, you know?”

He sees his son deflate a little. “That’s awful. She must be really upset.”

Swallowing, Andy feels his heart squeeze at the memory of your devastated face as you cried and told him what was happening. 

“She is. That’s why I’m helping her.”

Jacob nods and bites off another serving of bacon, looking thoughtful as he chews. “Can I help?”

“What have I told you about talking with your mouth–”

He swallows quickly and washes his food down with a drink of juice before repeating the question, “Can I help? You know, help you look through the documents and stuff? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

Andy’s surprised. He’s not sure where this eagerness to help comes from. He’s more familiar with the practice of side-by-side working with his son; he recalls nights when he would stay up reviewing evidence while his son constructed projects on the floor. 

Working with his son was new. But not a bad kind of new. 

He smiles. “I think that’d be great.” 

- - -

The day flies by as the Barber boys fry their brains looking at page after page and writing notes based on the information they’ve gathered. They’ve moved from the dining table to the floor, papers spread out everywhere in some sort of organized chaos. Fueled by greasy pizza and garlic bread, they realize while Ivy’s grandparents don’t have much of a leg to stand on for claiming full custody, there’s not much that can stop the judge from granting them partial custody. 

They have no criminal history, no financial troubles, and live in a good neighborhood. 

“Hey dad,” Jacob says with his mouth full again. 

Andy ignores it, swallowing a bite of pizza and burping a little. “What is it?”

“You’re getting a call. ‘Daria Ahmandi.’”

Furrowing his brows, he takes the phone and answers the call, “Daria.”

“Hi, Andy, sorry to call you on a weekend but earlier this week, I finally got your message about the custody battle for…Abernathy. Ivy Abernathy?”

“Oh,” Andy sighs, “Right. I’m sorry to have bothered you, I ended up taking the case–”

“That’s perfect, then,” she says.

“What do you mean?”

“The name of the girl caught my attention, and then in your message, you mentioned Troy Abernathy, and I remembered I wrote his will.”

The world stands still for a moment as Andy processes what she’s saying. He reaches for Jacob, hearing an audible smack.

“Ow! Dad, what the–”

Looking at his son as he holds his nose, Andy realizes he accidentally hit him in the face.

“Sorry, kiddo, but write this down. Quickly!”

He watches his son scramble to grab his pencil and a notepad before nodding. Removing the phone from his ear, he puts the call on speaker so that Jacob can take notes. 

“Daria, you wrote his will?”

“Yes.” 

“Jacob, was there a will in any of these documents?”

“Um…” Jacob begins to look around. 

“Andy, you won’t find the will there because it was never fulfilled.”

“What do you mean?”

“I reached out to his parents after his death to discuss the execution of his will because they were named caretakers of his assets but they never replied.” 

“Who was supposed to receive his assets?” It’s a bit of a dumb question; Andy can probably guess.

“Ivy Paige Abernathy and Y/N Y/L/N, his girlfriend at the time–I think he was planning to propose to her. And she’s Ivy’s mother, I understand.”

“Yes, yes, she is,” Andy says, locking eyes with his son and smiling.

Checkmate. 

- - - - -

“Defense calls Benjamin Abernathy to the stand.” 

Your head whips toward Andy to look at him. 

What the hell is he doing?

Shrugging, Benjamin approaches the stand and sits down, crossing his legs and foldings his hands as he waits for Andy to question him.

“Mr. Abernathy, do you know the name of Ivy’s pediatrician?”

“Objection, your honor. Relevance.” 

For a moment, you almost agree with Mr. Siegel. You don’t know where Andy is going with this line of questioning.

“Your honor, this kind of question speaks to whether the Abernathys are capable of caring for Ivy. Mr. Abernathy should have no problem answering basic questions about his granddaughter.”

“Objection overruled. Answer the question, Mr. Abernathy.”

His eyes drift to the side for a moment before shaking his head. “Um, not off the top of my head, no.”

“Her name is Dr. Barra. Do you know if she has any allergies?”

“Troy never had any allergies, so I assume not.” 

You huff quietly to yourself, knowing that doesn’t make any sense.

“She’s allergic to penicillin and peaches. Do you know what her favorite stuffed animal is?” 

“Surely it’s the little elephant Constance and I gave her the week after she was born.”

“If you had been paying attention and looked at her the entire time you were on the stand, you would see that it’s the stuffed monkey her father gifted her before his passing.” 

You look back at the seating area, finding Ivy in your aunt’s lap playing with the toy in question. 

“It is clear, Mr. Abernathy, that you know nothing about this child. So why are you so adamant you know what’s best for her?”

“Well, we would know these things if Y/N had let us take on more of a role with Ivy.”

He looks right at you as he makes the jab. You swallow, doing your best to keep your trust in Andy about this. 

“Why wait until now? If this was about being there for Ivy, why not support Miss Y/L/N during her pregnancy?”

Benjamin makes a show of looking down as if he was taking a moment to mourn his son. Andy bites the inside of his cheek. If he could, he would’ve told him to drop the act. 

“Objection, your honor. We’ve made it clear that Miss Y/L/N cut contact between herself and Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy.”

The judge thinks for a moment. “Overruled. Answer the question, Mr. Abernathy.”

Benjamin sighs. “We were in mourning, we needed time to process everything.” 

“I understand,” Andy nods. He hears a scoff from behind him, probably Constance. “No, I do,” he turns back. “But you and your wife mourn your son by leaving his fiancée alone with no resources?”

“We weren’t in any shape to take care of anyone, let alone a pregnant woman.” 

Andy’s stoic face drops for a moment, satisfaction settling over him knowing he got him right where he wants him. 

“You say you were in no condition to take care of another person, much less the mother of your grandchild,” Andy begins, walking back to the Defendant's table and swiping up two folders.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Andy hands one folder to the judge and the other to Benjamin. 

“Defense’s exhibits F, G, H, I, and J; the last will of Mr. Troy Benjamin Abernathy; a letter from his lawyer, Mrs. Daria Amandhi, to Mr. Benjamin Abernathy and Mrs. Constance Abernathy in pursuit of executing said will; mortgage payments for the estate of Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy; a receipt of first-class airline tickets to the French Riviera; and the receipt and licensure for a new boat currently docked at Cape Cod.”

At the words “last will,” you sit up on alert. Troy had a will? He never told you. 

“You say you were ‘in mourning,’ yet you and Mrs. Abernathy were able to handle your son’s estate, including draining his bank accounts and liquifying his assets.”

“Those things needed to be done, they weren’t easy.”

“No, but it was easy to leave a pregnant woman nearly destitute?”

“She had no claim to our son’s assets.” 

“Oh, she didn’t? Please, read aloud from the paper labeled Exhibit F on the top left corner.” 

Putting on his glasses, Benjamin flicks through the papers before finding the one he needs. 

“‘I, Troy Benjamin Abernathy, being of full age and of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this to be my last Will and Testament. All the rest of my assets, both liquid and otherwise, I leave to my unborn child in the care of Y/N Y/L/N.’”

You cover your mouth to try and hide your shock. Tears prick the back of your eyes. Your heart wants to leap because Troy thought to do this, but this betrayal is just another added to the pile, weighing you down as you sink into anger. 

“Let the record state that the unborn child mentioned is Ivy Paige Abernathy,” Andy addresses the stenographer before turning back to Benjamin. “Did you know this document existed?”

“This is clearly falsified.”

“I can assure you, Mr. Abernathy, that it is not. In fact, he sought out a lawyer two weeks after the doctor’s appointment confirming the pregnancy. You can see the date written at the top of the document, showing that it was filed four months before he passed away.”

Benjamin looks over the document, color draining from his face.

“It quite clearly lists my client as the recipient of your son’s life insurance, bank account, and assets. Additionally, it states a trust should be set up for his unborn child. Has this trust been established, Mr. Abernathy?”

“We-we used the money to pay for his funeral…”

“Really?” Andy feigns shock. “Did the funeral also include paying off the mortgage on your house, a brand new boat, and a trip to France–those expenses equaling the total value of your son’s estate?”

Benjamin flounders as he formulates his response, “We-we didn’t know about the existence of this document.”

“Even if that were true, sir, which I know is not as you can clearly see in Defense’s Exhibit G, your son’s attorney attempted to contact you in the days after his death. If you really truly cared about your grandchild, why would you not take her father’s money and establish a bank account in her name to set her up for the future?”

You want to scream at both him and Constance. How could they do this to you?!

Benjamin’s face begins to flush, stammering out his response, “I don’t see why I’m being attacked for this. Y/N’s parents didn’t help her either!”

Seeing red, you nearly explode but Andy comes to your defense.

“Her parents chose not to be involved and have been consistent in that choice. Unlike you and your wife. And by denying my client access to the assets that were legally hers, you forced her to work days and attend school at night to make a better life for Ivy. You were trying to exacerbate the situation in your favor, weren’t you?”

“No!” he bursts, “Going back to school was her choice.”

“Correct. But let me reiterate: it was a choice she had to make because you denied her access to assets that were hers. By being forced to work during the day, you took her away from Ivy without even being in the room. So the conditions that you have presented that you claim make her an unfit mother are conditions you created based on your decisions to withhold money that was hers. 

“Instead of doing what your son trusted you to do, you didn’t. Therefore, it can be assumed that you don’t care about Ivy. You and your wife have burned through the last of your son’s money and are now trying to take the last thing he left behind: his daughter.”

“That’s a lie!”

“I don’t blame you, sir. You want to hold on to what’s left of your boy. But you have no rights here. In fact, you’re looking at a lot more legal trouble in your future.” 

“Ob-Objection, your honor–!”

“Withdrawn. I’m done,” Andy interrupts, quickly glancing at the lawyer before looking at the judge. “Your honor, I move to have the case dismissed based on a lack of foundation of evidence that my client is an unfit mother for Ivy.”

“Your honor, I–”

“I think I’ve heard and seen enough, Mr. Siegel,” the judge interjects firmly. “Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy, I cannot begin to express how much time you have wasted on my part, on your counselor’s part, on Miss Y/L/N’s part, on Mr. Barber’s part–I could go on and on. This was clearly a claim filed with malicious intent to further rob a woman of a child that is rightfully hers. Furthermore, your case was not only built on false claims but also based on circumstances that you two have created for her. And I would argue that you did this knowingly.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the judge turns as she addresses you, “I would like to formally apologize to you. Nothing can compensate you for your time and the emotional distress you have faced while this case has been open. However, this is by far one of the easiest decisions I have ever made. It is this court’s decision to award full custody to Miss Y/L/N. Additionally, this court demands the plaintiffs to pay the full amount of what Miss Y/L/N is entitled to per Mr. Troy Benjamin Abernathy’s last will and testament and any additional costs, including fees Miss Y/L/N has incurred as a result of this trial. Case dismissed.” 

- - - - - 

You’re embarrassed as you stumble a little on the way from Andy’s car into your apartment. Feeling your face heat up as you steady yourself against the wall, you glance over your shoulder. 

Everyone encouraged you to indulge at dinner after leaving the courthouse. You think it was the biggest meal you ever had; three courses including a cake all to yourself and a very generous glass of wine. The drink hit you harder than you anticipated, but Ivy is none the wiser to your inebriated state, fast asleep in Andy’s arms as he reaches for you with his free hand. 

“You okay?” he chuckles.

“Mhmm,” you hum. “I haven’t had much alcohol since I found out I was pregnant with her,” you sigh. “I used to be able to hold it better.”

“Well, who can fault you for that?” he smiles, making your knees go weak. “You’re a good mother, Teddy.”

He steadies you as you walk the rest of the way to the door. Stopping to dig in your bag for your keys, your eyes rest on your daughter. 

“I try,” you say as you reach out to stroke her hair. 

“That’s all you can do.”

Smiling at his reassurance, you turn back to open the door and flip the light switch. Andy goes straight to Ivy’s room to set her on her bed and you retreat to your bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. 

Your business casual outfit scratches uncomfortably against your skin, leaving you relieved when you pull on Troy’s old college shirt and some sleep shorts. Coming back to the living room, you find Andy unpacking Ivy’s bag.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you breathe. “You’ve…you’ve done more than enough for her.” 

“I’m happy to do it,” he smiles, setting the last of her toys back in the storage bin.

“I can’t thank you for everything you’ve done,” you tell him shyly as he stands. You look down, fiddling with your fingers. “For her and for me.” 

Hooking a finger under your chin, Andy tilts your head up to look at him. “You don’t have to thank me.” 

You dare to place your hand on the center of his chest, hearing the fabric crinkle under your palm. Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his mouth and every fiber of your body screams for one thing. 

Leaning up, you capture his lips with yours, sighing happily when he returns it, wrapping his arms around you. You dart your tongue out and he pulls away, stepping back. 

“I’m sorry,” you’re quick to apologize.

“No, Ted, no,” he cups your face and kisses your forehead. “That’s not it,” he mumbles against your skin, voice rumbling soothingly.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re drunk,” he states plainly, licking his lips and tasting traces of wine from your kiss. “And you’re still my student.” 

You huff.

His thumb taps on your lower lip, making you retract your pout. “June 11th.”

“What?”

“June 11th,” he repeats. “The day after you graduate. That’s when I’m taking you and Ivy out to dinner. I’ll be coming into some extra cash pretty soon, so I’d like to spoil my girls.” 

Your knees finally buckle and you both giggle as he catches you. 

My girls.

You and Ivy are his girls. It’s a dreamy thought and you look at the calendar to remind yourself of today’s date. “It’s April 28th,” you sigh, leaning your head on his chest. “June is so far away.” 

“I know, Teddy, but I don’t wanna jeopardize your degree.”

“And your job.”

“Oh, fuck my job,” he laughs. “If I could, I’d…”

He never finishes his sentence, leaving so many unsaid desires hanging in the air. The two of you stand there in dissatisfaction, stuck in an unfortunate situation. It's only a matter of time, but he's here now and you're impatient.

“June 11th,” you agree reluctantly, looking up at him and smoothing down a stray strand of hair on the side of his head. “We’ll be free.”

Smiling, he dares to steal one more kiss. “It’s a date.”

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Hiding in plain sight .....

Impressions from White Collar, Series Five, Episode 2: Out of the Frying Pan

STATUE OF LIBERTY:  Were you followed? NEAL:  Oh, God. ..... MOZZIE: This is my camouflage, security through obscurity. NEAL:  Not sure that principle applies here ..... Siegel did salvage your laptop ..... All he found was an alias. MOZZIE:  Oh, well, aliases are a dime a dozen. So which one of my noms de guerre am I retiring? NEAL:  I think it's from before I knew you. Teddy Winters? MOZZIE:  They found me ... NEAL:  Oh, I'm sorry, that wasn't clear when you were being held at gunpoint? MOZZIE:  No, you don't understand. They found ME. NEAL:  So you stay out of the light and burn an alias. It's hardly Defcon One. MOZZIE:  Teddy Winters isn't an alias, Neal. NEAL:  You mean ... MOZZIE:  Exactly.

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Roman’s Lady is his Luck

Part 2c

Summary: In passion and love you are together yet Roman’s voice sometimes is a stormy cloud.

Warning: Language, Voilence, Torture, blood mentioned, sex

The man backed up. “Roman, come on. We all know that the women, you usually have are not ladies.”

Right then, Roman’s friend Bernard who had greeted the two of you showed up.

“How was the game everyone?”

“Great.” Roman, looked at the two men who came with the man. “Take him away.” He pointed to the man who insulted your presence.

“Hey, wait a second.” The man said, panic evident in his voice.

The bald man nodded. “Take him to our place. Roman and I will handle him later.” The man, then looked at the two of you. “How is the room?” A wide, toothy smile spread across his face.

Roman’s mood, finally shifted. “It is very nice.” He smiled looking at you. “We love it.”

“Perfect.”

You went over to Roman’s side. “I love it. It’s fantastic.” You echoed.

“Fantastic.”

“Y/N, were right about to check out the Mob Museum.” He squeezed your hip.

“Yes, we were. I love all that old school gangster stuff.”

“Well, you two have fun. And Roman, I’ll keep him till your ready.”

Roman smiled, “We’ll be back around six. I’ll be down after that.”

*****

“Ooo look at these!” You pointed at the Bugsy Siegel’s. Sunglasses. They reminded you of a pair sometimes, Roman would wear. Only his were much better.

“Yeah. Mine are better.” He chuckled.

“You bet they are.” Looping you arm with his, you went on to look at the next exhibits. “And you are much better looking too.” You whispered in his ear.

He smirked. “I’ve got the best moll of them all.”

You flushed. “I want to be.”

******

“Come here baby.” He pulled you close, once you were back at the suite.

“Yes, Roman.” Your arms wrapped around him.

“I’m going to go and take of that man now. What are you going to be up to?”

“I’ll go shopping.”

“I’ll come find you.” He knew how much you loved to shop, there were some wonderful stores out here. He had to meet with one of his favorite tailors out here, he mused.

You smiled. “I’d like that.” You tilted your head to one side. “Roman, are you going to kill him?”

“I might.” He grew serious, never discussed such things with anyone. Not even, Victor. “Why?” He looked at you.

“You don’t have to kill everyone who insults me.”

“The stewardess, is still alive.”

“That’s good.” As you looked down, he knew you were not challenging him. He actually felt something. No one really ever cared about his actions. “I guess.” You looked at him finally. “I don’t want you to feel you have to kill everyone who is horrible to me.”

“But I enjoy it.” He smirked. He did. He enjoyed making people squirm and pay when they crossed him.

He could hear your concern. “I just don’t want to give Bat-brain or Gordon more of a reason to go after you.”

He gave you a warm smile. He drew a finger along your jaw. “Don’t worry baby. They’re small minnows in my pond, they don’t worry me.” You concern, and knowing his prowess, he wanted you to be assured.

“When you say it like that, I guess you’re right.”

“I am.” He nodded. “Now go and get some pretty things for yourself. And I will come find you.”

******

Bernard, handed him his mask before the car came to a stop.

“I forgot kept one here in case.” He smiled as he looked at it. He slid it on, then making sure his gloves fit well, he got out of the car. “Thank you,” He looked at Victor. “Sorry to interupt your game. I know this is a vacation for you too.”

“Not a problem, boss. This asshole has to be dealt with.”

With Victor behind him, he began making his way, to the abandoned factory. Distantly, he wondered what store you were shopping at.

*****

A thrill went through you. The more you thought about it, you actually enjoyed what a powerful person in Gotham he was, and that he loved you made even more exciting.

Wandering down by the shops, you stopped and looked at the three statues. Looking past one of them you spotted one of your favorite stores. You had thought it was only in Gotham, happily you were wrong and you made your way over to it.

******

He walked in and saw the man tied up and gagged. Under the mask, his lips curled into a smile. He flinched as he neared.

“Do you know why you are here?” He asked as he reached into his pocket and took out one of his knives.

******

Once in the boutique, you went over to a rack of colorful and pretty dresses. Seeing a few in your size, you grabbed them to try one.

You also spotted a few blouses and skirts. You were in heaven. Soon, the dressing room was filled with color and several types of fabrics.

She settled on a few items before moving among several other boutiques, there was a wake of color fabrics in her wake.

*****

The man sputtered and gasped and begged. “Please, I thought I was just being honest.”

He coughed and screamed.

Roman, enjoyed seeing him squirm. “Well, you shouldn’t insult a man’s girl. It doesn’t matter who she is.”

“I...I...”

“You fucking what? You’re beginning to bore me.”

“I promise not too do it again.” He man, whimpered.

“Victor, hold this asshole down will you?” He saw an instense fear light his eyes as color continued to drain from his face. It made Roman happy. He grabbed the man by his jaw. “Oh do you, stick out your fucking tongue.”

******

Finally, you spotted a guilty pleasure. Your favorite lingerie store. Well, to be honest it was because, the first time Roman was away he bought you the most beautiful pieces from it when he bad business in London.

Maybe you could find something to wear under that dress he surprised you with.

Perhaps, something silky to go under the black silky dress. Or perhaps something with lace. So many wonderful items to pick from.

*****

Blood poured from the man’s tongue, slipping his mask off he leaned in close. “Now you will know not to let your tongue wag about another man’s girl.”

“Yes.” The man sputtered.

******

You gasped as you walked out of the dressing room and saw Roman, leaning there. “Roman!” You said excitedly and went over to him.

He smiled and held you close. “Having, fun baby?”

“Yes. I was just finishing up.” You looked around a little shy. “Would you like me to put on a little fashion show for you?” Excitement, over the idea, curled in your stomach.

He smirked. “I’d like that.”

******

*******

Finding, your mp3 player you cued up some music. You were a little shy at first but then you got into it.

As he lounged there with his shirt jacket off, excitement built in you.

A fire began to build in his eyes. “You are beautiful.” His voice was raspy. You could feel very word. They excited you.

*****

Damn, watching your curves under all those items of clothing was absolutely amazing. His heart beat with the music.

His lips curled in his excitement as he watched you. The music added to it but it was all you.

When you were finally in a little teddy. He beckoned to you. “Come here baby.”

He pulled you onto his lap. His hand slipped under the teddy to rest on your hips. He gave them a squeeze.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Yes.” You reached up and ran your fingers through your hair.

“I listened to you today.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I didn’t kill him. But he will remember to not ever act like that again.”

“Oh, Roman I don’t know what to say.” You were shocked. You’d never thought he’d listen. As it was, you were terrified about saying something earlier. It really had not been your place. But that he listened to you, honestly touched your heart.

“You were right. Sometimes a punishment can be more fun.” He smirked. “You can kiss me.”

As your small hand laid on his cheek, he closed his eyes for a moment as he did he then felt your lips. He repressed the sound that came frlm

He moved fast making you gasp and pulling a soft sound from you as he now was over you.

“I can’t wait. I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

He made quick moves and opening his slacks, he easily took himself out. “Oh, that is my girl.” When he saw you had not slipped on any panties.

Bracing himself on the armrest, he entered you. A moan poured from his lips which mingled with yours.

He loved the feel of your legs as they wrapped around his waist almost as much as being deep with you.

“Baby.” He breathed, as your fingers were deep in his hair.

*****

Your teddy rested on your hips as you curled up to him on the sofa. You pressed a kiss on his cheek. Delighting, in the light touch of scruff.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my little show.”

He turned his head to smile at you, “I did. I could barely control myself.”

You flushed and hid your face into his shoulder.

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TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MIRACLES DAYS ONE & TWO ( BODY SWITCH ): back  again by popular demand it’s a day of body changing. just like always, you’ll have all the memories of your host body. once again we’ve given everyone a new, unique pairing, and like last year we’ve entered open characters into the mix and some swaps aren’t reciprocal. below you’ll find each character listed and the fc used. the arrow will indicate whose body they are in, and that does not mean that person is in theirs. let us know if you have any questions, otherwise, welcome to the whacky world of waking up as someone else.

abigail brand →   jean-paul beaubier ( fc: matthew daddario ) alex summers →  tabitha smith ( fc: hailee steinfeld ) america chavez →  xandra neramani ( fc: kaylee bryant ) amka aliyak → nadia van dyne ( fc: zoey deutch ) betsy braddock → alex summers ( fc: oliver jackson cohen ) billy kaplan → teddy altman ( fc: cody christian ) bobby drake →  jimmy hudson ( fc: liam hemsworth ) bobby drake (older) → older hank mccoy ( fc: karl urban ) bucky barnes → yelena belova ( fc: florence pugh ) bucky barnes (616) → veronica eden ( fc: victoria pedretti ) carol danvers → sam wilson ( fc: anthony mackie ) charles xavier → moira mactaggart ( fc: thandie newton ) clint barton → kate bishop ( fc: camila mendes ) crystalia amaquelin → pietro maximoff ( fc: aaron taylor-johnson ) daken → jeanne-marie beaubier ( fc: phoebe tonkin ) danielle moonstar → rahne sinclair ( fc: sophie skelton ) drax → peter quill ( fc: derek theler ) emma frost → kate pryde ( fc: zoe kravitz ) erik lehnsherr → charles xavier ( fc: idris elba ) felicia hardy → michelle jones ( fc: zendaya ) gamora → mantis ( fc: pom klementieff ) gerry drew → jessica drew ( fc: inbar lavi ) gwenpool → v special body. can’t participate.  gwen stacy → peter parker ( fc: tom holland ) gwen stacy (65) → miles morales ( fc: jordan fisher ) illyana rasputin → older scott summers ( fc: matt bomer ) hank mccoy → bobby drake ( fc: dylan o’brien ) hank mccoy (older) → betsy braddock ( fc: jodie comer ) james rogers → tommy shepherd ( fc: gregg sulkin ) jean grey → hank mccoy ( taron egertonn ) jean grey (older) → logan howlett ( hugh jackman ) jean-paul beaubier → abigail brand ( fc: crystal reed ) jeanne-marie beaubier → daken ( fc: charles melton ) jessica drew → clint barton ( fc: chris pine ) jimmy hudson → laura kinney ( fc: lulu antariksa ) julian keller → lana baumgarter ( fc: danielle rose russell ) kamala khan → scott summers ( fc: steven r mcqueen ) kate bishop → america chavez ( fc: lindsey morgan ) kate pryde → emma frost ( fc: margot robbie ) lana baumgartner → lori baumgartner ( fc: anne hathaway ) laura kinney → julian keller ( fc: noah centineo ) loki laufayson → rosalind solomon ( fc: ana de armas ) lorna dane → rogue ( fc: eiza gonzalez ) michelle jones → gwen stacy ( fc: olivia holt ) miles morales → 65 gwen stacy ( fc: jenny boyd ) moira mactaggert → her body is taken, but moira is nowhere to be found. nadia van dyne → amka aliyak ( fc: anna lambe ) natasha romanoff → bucky barnes ( fc: sebastian stan ) nathan summers → esme cuckoo ( fc: skyler samuels ) peter parker → tony stark ( fc: robert downey jr ) peter quill → gamora ( fc: zoe saldana ) pietro maximoff → crystalia amaquelin ( fc: holland roden ) rahne sinclair → danielle moonstar ( fc: devery jacobs ) remy lebeau → lorna dane ( fc: paulina singer ) ripley ryan → carol danvers ( fc: rebecca rittenhouse ) rogue → remy lebeau ( fc: jack falahee ) rosalind solomon → thor odinson ( fc: chris hemsworth ) sam alexander → tiana toomes ( fc: brittany o’grady ) sam wilson → steve rogers ( fc: chris evans ) scott summers → illyana rasputin ( fc: kristine froseth ) scott summers (older) → older jean grey ( fc: rachel mcadams ) stepford, esme → quentin quire ( fc: dane dehaan ) stephen strange → wanda maximoff ( fc: elizabeth olsen ) steve rogers → natasha romanoff ( fc: scarlet johansson ) susan storm → stephen strange ( fc: benedict cumberbatch ) tabitha smith → nathan summers ( fc: thomas doherty ) theodore altman → billy kaplan ( fc: nick robinson ) thor odinson → rocket raccoon ( fc: raccoon ) tiana toomes → sam alexander ( fc: alberto rosende ) tommy shepherd → james rogers ( fc: dominic sherwood ) tony stark → teenaged morgan stark ( fc: katherine langford ) valkyrie → loki laufayson ( fc: tom hiddleston ) veronica eden → felicia hardy ( fc: emeraude toubia ) wanda maximoff → erik lehnsherr ( fc: giancarlo esposito ) xandra neramani → cal’syee neramani ( fc: kate siegel ) yelena belova → 616 bucky barnes ( fc: richard madden )

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Pennywise babysitting headcannons go!

Had @alllosersdownhere help me again. EYE DIED LAUGHING DOING THIS.

Pennywise? Babysitting?

NOM???

Okay let's examine WHY he'd NOT eat the tykes?

Maybe they're relatives of yours? Someone he KNOWS you care for?

Maybe (wishful thinking) it's his own children?

Humans can pet cattle without eating them so it stands to reason that Penny is capable of something like this. 

FEED THE CLOWN FIRST OML

Self denial is NOT something he's good at!

FEED HIM

Okay. Assuming he's well fed AND has the wherewithal to NOT see a walking cheeseburger…….. You prolly better prep the kiddos too. Penny isn't exactly your typical run of the mill, gentle looking clown. 

You could ask Penny to go Bob Gray.

He won't tho.

Expect clownly guffaws if you ask.

“I EAT children, I do not SIT them.”

"Or do I sit ON them? Yes! Maybe this is acceptable." "NO PENNY!"

The child screams? He… just screams back mockingly.

Older kid throws a tantrum? He will throw one BACK. Throw himself on the floor. “That’s what YOU sound like, idiot child.”

WHY WOULD YOU LET THIS CLOWN BABYSIT???

Time to feed the kiddo? Penny sniffs their food, makes a disgusted face. “You eat THIS? I could find you something better.”

FEED THE DAMN CLOWN

Better hope the kid doesn’t want a bedtime story. Penny has some interesting ones. That child is never sleeping again and it is your fault for trusting the child-murdering clown to babysit. 

Oldest, watching Beavis and Butthead when he's CLEARLY been told NOT to? Pennywise: "This is the most RIDICULOUS…… most ASININE……. turn it up will ya?"

Baby spits food in his face? Penny's GOING to either A) leper barf a lah chapter 2 or B) dump the baby food on their head.

Kid won’t sleep? Penny doesn’t understand this. This clown can sleep for 27 years, why won’t this kid sleep for more than 27 minutes?

He would entertain them by dancing. Unfortunately, he'll probably make the world dance around him instead or do something equally traumatising for the poor tyke. Or worse…… teaching the kid to do the wagon jig."NO you fool, it's like THIS." Kicks one of your knick knacks.

Kiddo brings a teddy to show him. He takes it, stares with distaste. Shreds it with his claws and drops the mauled bear to the floor. 

Reading a picture book? He will do something HORRIFIC. ESPECIALLY if the picture book has turtles oml. Make sure it does not.

One child draws on the wall. Another child says "you know you're not supposed to do that! (Y/N) said so!" Cue demonic clown grin. Expect a Divinci quality piece on your wall. In blood? Shit? Who knows…..

Penny is babysitting a little girl who invites him to her tea party? ...Actually. This is nice. He can’t fit at the little table and his knees are up to his chest comically but still.

Kid gets bored of the tea party so Penny flips over the table and tears up the guest dolls in a rage.

He shoves on some horror movies. Lets the kids skip bedtime to watch. 

Kiddo wants to play dress up. Penny's having NONE of it……. At first.

Is unsurprisingly tolerant of child putting makeup on his face.

"MAKE ME PRETTY PENNY!" Yup. You guessed it. Expect a house full of tiny demonic clowns and one tall clown drag queen.

Bathtime! Don’t worry, he won’t leave them unsupervised. He’ll just… probably turn the water to blood or pop out of the drain.

Unless they bring out the bubbles….. This clown is going to be ADDICTED. Will probably use the entire bottle.

HE TURNS BIG BOI. Lets the kids climb on him. It is adorable. A pity it would destroy the house.

If the kiddos want to go to the park, that’s fine! He’ll watch over them. Probably grab a snack while he’s out. Plenty to pick from.

As much as he likes to mock the popping sound, you'd think he knows how to microwave a bag of popcorn. SURPRISE! He doesn't. But never one to give up he'll keep trying. Just take a moment to imagine how your house is going to smell after 10 burnt bags of popcorn.

KIDS WANT BALLOON ANIMALS

Penny does not know how to do balloon animals

He DESTROYS those balloons. Bites them in a fury. Popped balloons EVERYWHERE.

Until the oldest shows him how to make a balloon penis. Then……. Lots of cackling and balloon penises. 

Oldest girl says "Ew, that's gross. What are you? Two?"

Penny pops a balloon penis in her face.

Blanket forts. Penny cannot grasp the logic behind these. Just tears them down to scare the shit outta the kids.

But plastic sword fights? Say hello to Obi Wan Penny. Jediwise. 

Child throws candy at the television. Penny thinks this is dandy. Child puts on TMNT. Penny throws entire bowl of candy. Including the bowl.

Penny TRIES the candy. Say bye to your candy. Wrappers and all.

Baby needs changed. Nope.

Baby cries. FINE.

Penny lives in a sewer so the smell is no bother to him. This clown can actually change a nappy like a PRO….. he just doesn't WANT to.

Bed time: "I'm scared of the dark Penny." 

"GOOD…… shit…….. Ugh….. FINE

Opens mouth towards the ceiling. PRESTO! Indirect deadlight night light.

Children start falling asleep. One is on his lap. They've FINALLY fallen asleep. He doesn't move. Not a single movement. 

Let's take a moment to SAVOR what you're going to find when you get home, shall we? 

Pieces of your ceiling are gone. There's a shit Mona Lisa on your living room wall. The bathroom is flooded with bubbles. It REEKS of burnt ass popcorn. Beavis and Butthead reruns on the tube, which is covered with pre chewed candy. Blankets and plastic swords EVERYWHERE. And there on the couch, amongst a sea of balloon penises, your sleeping demonic clown children. And a VERY disgruntled drag queen. 

The next morning, you find on your night stand….. A pristine brand new copy of "No Drama Discipline" by Daniel J Siegel.

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