#amanda finally got her smooch in!!!

[sage-lights]

shayne transferring so much lipstick to spencer’s lips + olivia complaining that amanda kissed with so much teeth made me die laughing holy shit

[saltnsugarbear]

and you say once we're sober, we should just forget (18+)

summary: one time turns into two, two into three, three into four, and so on.. but it means nothing.

title from: "drinking games" by Sophie Cates

word count: 14.3k of filth my loves <3

content warnings: smut MDNI!! alcohol consumption, mentions of recreational smoking, afab genitalia, reader referred to with different pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart), petting/making out, maybe dubcon?? reader has a panic attack, vaginal fingering, angst, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please use condoms), m receiving handjob, cumplay/eating?

side note: edited/beta'd by my beloved olive! who also gave me some ideas for this, give her many smooches! also don't ask me when this takes place, i don't know, i just know they're in college maybe probably

Lip Gallagher has been your best friend since middle school.

He was easily one of the smartest kids in your year, so he was the obvious choice to ask for help on your homework. What you didn't expect was for him to offer to do all of your homework in exchange for cash.

Once you made it clear to him, you wanted to actually be able to do your homework and refused his offer (to his dismay and disbelief). In his finite wisdom he briefly thought you were going to offer a different form of repayment. When it became clear you weren't going to do that either, Lip was kind of at a loss. You both eventually came to the agreement that you would just meet at the library and work there, you being allowed to ask for help on something you didn't understand and him to work on other peoples homework in peace.

This dynamic went on for the two years you were in middle school and evolved once you reached high school. The Gallagher clan welcomed you with open arms when you started coming around more frequently and the dynamic was quickly established to include you in their family. They were sympathetic to your absent family and made sure to make it known you were welcome in their home no matter what. Your acceptance into the family only strengthened your bond with Lip through the years.

Even through shitty girlfriends (on his part) and tragic, almost-relationships (on your part), you had been attached at the hip for it all.

So it felt like a given when he finally decided what college to go to and you followed. It was the natural course of your relationship. One made a choice, and the other followed, no questions asked. That meant you had front row seats to his relationships with Amanda and Helene.

It stopped being your place to comment on Lips sexual relationships when you told him he should stop seeing Karen and when he found out you personally hadn't had a single sexual experience with anyone.

His reaction to your counseling caused a brief rift between the two of you. Lip had been frustrated with the conversation and stopped talking to you. You stopped talking to him for longer because of his decision that you couldn't give him advice, like a friend, simply because you hadn't slept with anyone the way he had.

Eventually, Lip came all but begging on your doorstep.

You never went more than 4 days in a fight. One of you always returned to the other with an apology in tow.

So when it had been a week and a half with no change, Lip started to get antsy. Fiona and Ian had been questioning him about it, and it was grating on his already frayed nerves.

Lip was desperate when it reached two weeks of not hanging out and his siblings asking about you. So, he took the hit to his pride and knocked on your door the night it reached two weeks. Your mom always worked the night rotations which gave you the house to yourself.

When the knock came that night you hoped it was a mistake and someone was knocking on the wrong door, or that they would go away.

They didn't.

Lip was nothing if he wasn't stubborn. So he persists on knocking on your door two more times, each time more aggressive than the last.

Once the third round of knocks stopped, you got up and peeked through the peephole. When you see Lip standing on the doorstep you're almost inclined to not open the door. But the tug at your heart when you see his hands stuffed in his coat pockets and collar pulled up to his ears has you unlocking the door before you can think about it.

"Fuckin' finally..." He mutters when he sees you in the doorway. His nose and cheeks are rosy, making his eyes look brighter. Lip slips inside both you can say anything and you're closing the door behind him out of habit.

"What are you doing here?" You cross your arms as Lip starts to peel off his gloves.

"Needed t'see you.. We need to talk.." He's shrugging off his jacket and tucking his gloves in with it.

You raise your eyebrows at him. He huffs a little and retreats further into the house, placing his jacket on the back of the couch. You have no choice but to follow him, if you want to hear this apology. Seeing Lip begin to fidget makes you nervous.

"I shouldn't- um- I shouldn't of made a- I was a dick." The way you scoff makes Lip glance at you. "It doesn't matter if you've never sleep with someone, I mean- I don't want you to- I don't not want you to just-"

His words make you raise your eyebrows again, he's starting to fumble his way through this apology.

"Whatever. I was a dick, I shouldn't of made such a big deal about whether or not you've fucked anybody. 'S not my business and you were just lookin out f'me. So.... I'm sorry.." He mumbles the last two words just barely under his breath.

Your brow is furrowed as you try and parcel through his apology. You don't get very long before he mutters, "Fuck it.."

Lip gives you very little time to react when he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. Your stomach twists as he brings his thumb to pull gently at your bottom lip. You let him take control of the kiss very easily.

He kisses you needily, eliminating any possible space between you both. You gasp softly into his mouth, grabbing onto Lip's shirt to keep you grounded. Lip's hands make their way from your face down to your hips, gently guiding you around to the other side of the couch.

Lip breaks the kiss to sit down and pulls you to straddle his lap. You bring your hands to rest on his shoulders to steady yourself. The feeling of something hard nudging against your core makes you inhale sharply.

The sharp ache of arousal isn't unfamiliar to you, however you've always had the chance to deal with it by yourself. It was also a feeling you had come to know whenever you would hang out with Lip since the summer.

Lip slides his hands up from where they were resting above your knees to guide your hips to roll over his bulge. The feeling pulls a surprised moan from your mouth that causes him to give you a smug look.

Your face feels flush as you bite down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. He brings his hand up to cradle your face softly, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.

"This gonna be okay?" Lip whispers softly.

You nod a bit too quickly, rolling your hips softly to get some form of friction.

"Words, honey," Lip taps your cheek softly with his thumb.

"Yes," You nod again. "Yes, please, Lip."

"So polite," Lip whispers, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Lip takes his hand away from your face to take your hand from where it rests on his shoulder to the front of his jeans. He does the work of unbuttoning and unzipping for you, before he guides your hand to his waistband. He's gentle in the way he coaxes your fingers past the elastic and to the base of him.

You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, his hand is firm in the way it manipulates your hand around his shaft.

It's a tight fit in Lip's boxers. With both of your hands on his cock there's not much room to move. Your fingertips barely touch each other when they're wrapped around it that it leaves you a little dumbfounded.

"Can't uh- Can't move my hand..." You whisper, searching his face for some form of guidance.

Lip huffs before he removes his hand from yours. With his hand out of his boxers you have a little bit more wiggle room.

"Gonna have to listen to me for this one..." Lip's voice sounds strained, a flush working it's way up his neck. You nod, adjusting your hand slightly. Lip groans at the feeling and it makes you pause.

The way your eyes widen as you watch him intently has Lip fighting to urge to thrust his hips into your hand.

"Are you- That didn't hurt, did it?" You ask him, watching his face for any signs of discomfort.

"Uh-uh..." Lip breathes heavily, shaking his head. "Th-The opposite actually.."

You give an experimental squeeze where your fingers rest against the base of him, watching the way his mouth gapes open and his head falls back against the couch. Watching the way he reacts makes your chest swell with a sense of pride.

To test the waters even more, you move your hand slowly along the rest of him, reaching as far as the fabric of his boxers will let you before going back down to the base.

"Holy shit-" Lip chokes out. "Are y- are y'sure you've never down this before? Oh fuck-"

His hands have moved to gripping the couch cushions as he fights to keep his hips from bucking up into your hand. You nod, taking in the vision of Lip underneath you.

"Just uh- just keep doin, that... And uh.. Move your hand uh up and down it..." Lip mutters, a flush climbing up his neck from under his shirt.

You do as he says, moving your hand down along his cock. The palm of your hand collects the pre-cum that's leaking from the head, smearing it along his shaft as you move your hand back up.

Taking the grunt that Lip lets out as a good sign, you start to quicken your pace. You watch Lip fight back his own moans, softly rutting his hips into your hand.

"Want y'to- to take your thumb and-" Lip inhales sharply. "Take y'thumb and go over the top- fuck- over the head there's a- a slit and-" He cuts himself off with a groan as you follow his instructions.

You collect the pre-cum from the head of his cock and drag it up along him. You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his skull, his neck bared out to you as his head lays back against the cushion.

You're struck with the urge to kiss his neck, to bite softly at the vein along it. You're moving without thinking, licking a stripe along the vein. You can feel the rumble of a groan in his throat.

Encouraged, you bite softly at a spot under his jaw before placing a soft kiss to the spot.

You give an experimental squeeze near the head of Lip's cock, causing him to buck up into your hand. The movement jostles you slightly, making you squeak.

"S-sorry..." Lip pants out. He looks at you through half lidded eyes, his blown pupils surrounded by a thin blue ring. The view makes you adjust your hips slightly.

The way your hand moves feels almost like second nature, picking a pace that has Lip panting and groaning. You try and commit the sounds he's making to memory, wanting to remember them the next time you're by yourself.

It doesn't take you very long to find a combination of movements that has Lip writhing under you. Swiping your thumb over his slit and squeezing the head of his cock softly makes him groan loudly.

It doesn't take too long for Lip to start losing what little restraint he had on himself. He starts thrusting his hips up to meet the movements of your hand, both of you finding a rhythm to move in time.

"Shit- Gonna fuckin'- Can't-" The moan that Lip lets out tears through his chest. His hips give a hard jerk up and you feel the first few strings of his release into your hand. You still your movements, letting him use your hand to work himself through his release.

When you pull your hand from his boxers, you have the overwhelming urge to lick his release off of your fingers. The curiosity of what he tastes like takes over any other thoughts you could have, you can't help yourself.

Lip's chest is heaving as he watches you lick up the expanse of your fingers, collecting his cum off your fingers.

"Holy fuck-" Lip chokes out. He's quick to grab your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth and quickly replacing it with his own mouth.

The taste of nicotine and salt is intoxicating. Lip's tongue invades your mouth, and he groans at the taste of your mouth and his release.

"Gonna be the death of me..." Lip pulls away to kiss the edge of your mouth, letting you catch your breath.

His kisses are a poor attempt to distract from the movements of his hand slipping up your thigh, toying with the edge of your sleep shorts. His thumb slips past the hem, nudging softly up against the wet patch in your underwear.

"Look atcha... Fuckin' soaking from givin' me a handy.." Lip mutters against your skin. He can feel the way your skin warms at the comment and it makes him smirk.

Lip bites softly at your jaw as he applies more pressure with his thumb, the friction of the fabric making you whine.

When he removes his hand briefly you instantly miss the warmth from it. However he's quick to slip his hand past your waistband and into your underwear. The tips of his fingers skirt around your pulsing bundle of nerves, dipping lower slightly to tease you.

He gives your clit the briefest ghost of attention, lightly rubbing circles over it.

"Stop teasin'" You whine, pulling away to pout at him. "'S not nice, Lip.."

Your voice sounds pathetic to your own ears but you're too worked up to care right now. Your words give him whatever encouragement he needs as he dips his hand lower.

Lip swipes his fingers through your folds, thoroughly coating him in your arousal. The feeling of his finger prodding at your entrance makes you breathe in sharply. Lip maintains an intense eye contact with you as he slowly starts pushing his finger past your entrance.

The intrusion makes your jaw drop, just one of his fingers thicker than your own. His lips are soft against your jaw, letting you become accustom to the slight stretch. It's not very long until your softly grinding you're hips into his hand.

Lip takes the silent instruction, starting a steady pace of pumping his finger in and out of you. The first withdrawal and thrust is slow, taking care to make sure you're comfortable with the motions. The small tight circles Lip starts to rub against your clit make you gasp, turning your head to place a soft bite against his cheekbone.

The feeling of more of your slick coats Lip's finger as he continues his slow pace. You can feel the tip of his ring finger softly outlining where your two bodies connect. The gentle prodding makes you moan softly next to his ear. Lip groans softly against your neck in response, reveling in the way your walls clench around his finger. The gentle prodding against your hole makes you squirm into the heel of his hand, biting hard on your lip as he applies more pressure to your entrance.

The feeling of both of his fingers slipping into you makes your mind go blank. You can't help the soft moans escaping your mouth, most of them tapering off into high pitched whines. Once he's knuckles deep you're able to find your voice again.

"Please, Lip. Please, please, please," You're babbling at this point. The feeling of both his fingers makes you dizzy. You don't think that you've ever felt so full.

"Look at ya... Already got y'fucked out..." Lip mutters as he kisses softly at your neck.

His pace starts slow again, allowing your body to adjust to the feeling. The stretch feels impossible, your walls clenching around his fingers when he's knuckles deep inside of you.

Lip grinds the heel of his hand against your clit, applying a pressure that has you rutting into his hand. He resumes a similar pace to the one he had started. Both of your bodies work in tune, matching each other's pace.

You're overwhelmed by it all. The feeling of Lip's fingers thrusting in and out of you, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. You're familiar with the knot forming in your stomach, rocking your hips in time with the movements of his hand as you drop your head to his shoulder.

Softly, you trail kisses along Lip's neck. When Lip curls his fingers up against your walls you can't fight the way you bite down on Lip's neck. Above you Lip groans loudly which is enough to have you bucking into his hand as you feel the knot in your stomach unravel.

Lip gently coaxes you through your orgasm, rubbing soft circles against your bundle of nerves. The feeling of your slick slipping out of you as Lip pumps his fingers in and out of you is lewd. You can feel it leaking into your already soaked underwear until his fingers still.

You can't help but whine softly as he slips his fingers out of you. You can feel and hear the movements as Lip brings his hand up to his mouth. The distant ache of arousal reignites in your stomach at the idea of Lip licking your slick off his own fingers.

The both of you sit quietly, catching your breath and collecting your thoughts. Lip's hands move to rest at your hips, rubbing softly at the skin peeking out over your waistband.

"Gotta getcha upstairs," Lip softly pats your ass, making you whine from where you rest against his shoulder.

"Don't wanna.. Mom won't be back till late, anyways..." You bury your face further into Lip's shirt, hoping to convince him to stay on the couch a little longer.

"I know, but gotta get y'taken care of unless you want t'get some sort of infection..." Lip nudges his nose against your hair.

You groan dramatically, slipping off of his lap onto the cushion next to him. "Fine..."

You lead the way upstairs, following Lip's guidance and letting him take you back to your room. He holds you softly, keeping you warm with his own body heat under the covers.

That is the first time Lip tells you it doesn't mean anything.

Lip has not left your side since the two of you walked into this party. He's been attached to your hip the moment the both of you walked through the front door, most of the time keeping a hand on you or within easy reach for him.

Which wouldn't usually be a problem. But usually, he wasn't glowering at every guy who looked in your direction.

"Let's get outta here...." Lip whispers to you, studying the side of your face. He feels impossibly close, facing you with his shoulder against the wall, all you can focus on is the heat his body radiates next to you.

"We just got here?" You shoot him a look before going back to scanning the crowd. People are being stupid and grinding on each other. Everyone is drinking or smoking or doing a mix of both.

"So? Not like we'd be missin' anything.." Lip looks annoyed as he turns to the crowd of people.

Lip had been cranky since you walked in the door. What he was pissed about, you were unsure.

College house parties were commonplace for both of you. One of you would hear about one, and then you'd tag team it.

Lately, you had been receiving more attention from the other party goers. It started with some people complimenting your hair or your outfit, and then eventually, one night, you accidently ran into some guy who barely missed spilling his drink on you. When he looked at your face, he froze with his mouth agape.

"Oh shit... You have really pretty eyes.." His voice is hushed, and you almost struggle to hear him over the music.

You don't have time to process what he's said before you feel Lip's body behind you. "What's goin' on?"

Both you and the stranger are broken out of the moment when you look over your shoulder at Lip.

"Nothin' just ran into him on accident, and he was complimenting my eyes.." You say to him quietly. Lip's brow furrows as he looks at you like that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

"...Okay..? Let's go, need a smoke.." Lip tugs at the belt loops on the back of your jeans, attempting to not so subtly pull you away from the other guy.

"Lip, you just had one..." You glance at the other guy quickly before looking back at Lip.

"Yeah, well, all these stupid fuckin' kids are makin' me need another so... Come on.." He tugs at the belt loops again, harder this time.

"It's okay, man, didn't realize you came with a boyfriend.. Sorry for runnin' into ya.." The stranger tries to play mediator, backing away from the both of you.

The insinuation that you and Lip are together makes the both of you pull a face.

"He's not my boyfriend-"

"We're not dating-"

The both of you start at the same time and then stop to look at the other. The both of you are having one of those wordless conversations that weirds people out. The kind where you're both minutely shaking your heads or flicking your hands in a certain direction.

"Oookay... I'm just gonna go.... Have a good time y'guys.." The stranger holds his hands up and walks back into the crowd.

As soon as he's gone, you smack a hand against Lip's chest.

"What the hell? Why'd you have to say we're not dating like that?" You hate the way you sound so offended.

"Cause we're not? It's not that big of a deal, sweetheart." Lip huffs and looks around the crowd to avoid your eyes.

"You made it sound like a big deal." You cross your arms over your chest, pouting at him.

"You're the one who said I'm not your boyfriend. I should be the one gettin' offended." Lip looks at you now and bumps his shoulder against you.

You scoff at him, turning to go find yourselves a drink.

Lip stops you, his fingers still intertwined with your belt loops. "Still need that smoke, sweetheart, come on.."

You roll your eyes and concede with a sigh. "Okay, let's go, y'big baby.."

Lip gives you a cocky grin as he slips his arm around you to hoop his fingers in the loops on your side. He keeps you close the rest of that night, never more than an arms length away.

The parties after that have been something of a similar story. Lip never lets you more than a room out of his reach. It would be so obnoxious if you didn't love having him trail you around.

But after a few too many parties being cut short because Lip doesn't want to hang around anymore, you're starting to get a little cranky yourself.

"Lip, if you want to leave, then go. I don't want to leave at fuckin'-" You look down at your watch, noting how early it is. "Ten pm. That's too early. We've been leaving these earlier and earlier, and I'm missing out on free drinks."

"I can get you free drinks, sweetheart. Come on, I got some weed at home we can go smoke.." Lip teases.

"Lip-" You're starting to get annoyed with him.

He cuts you off, sliding himself to stand between your legs, forcing them apart to make room for him. Lip's not one to mind personal space, but having his hips so close to yours is making your brain short circuit.

"Come on, the beer is trashy, and nothin' fun is happenin'.." Lip mumbles, his eyes searching your face. You can feel yourself giving into him. Your resolve always gives out to him.

You groan and push his hip away to stand up straighter. "Okay, Gallagher. Let's go get that weed you promised.."

Lip grins at you as he grabs your hand. "Knew you'd make the right choice.."

You shake your head as he leads you out of the house. Lip guides you out the front door, off the patio and to the alley between the houses. You're both barely shaded by the shadows of the house, Lip turns to you with a smirk.

"Don't actually have any weed, gave it all to Kev before we left... Was just lookin' for a reason to getcha by yourself.." Lip gives you a grin, putting his hands on your hips to guide you back against the house sliding.

"Lip..." You mutter, glancing down towards the street. Anyone could see you both back here.

"Oh, don't get all shy on me now, baby..." Lip teases you.

"Not getting shy... Just don't think it's a good idea for you to fuck me in an alley where anyone can stumble down here drunk.." You whisper, searching his gaze. Surely he cannot be serious about this.

"We'll be quick.. Need to get my hands on ya..." Lip starts to trail kisses along your jaw, moving down to bite softly at your neck. You whine at the attention, tilting your head to give him more access to kiss the skin.

In order to keep from making too much noise and drawing attention to the both of you, you have to stifle yourself by biting on your lip. The feeling is a sharp contrast to the way Lip slides his thigh between your legs and is guiding your hips against him.

You're mind is so fuzzy you don't notice when Lip moves his hand under your waistband, before giving a sharp tug at your underwear. The action makes you squeal at the feeling of the fabric tugging up against your clit.

The sensations have you clenching around nothing, arching your chest up against Lips. He wastes little time moving his other hand from your hip and sliding it up to grope at your chest.

"Dressed so pretty tonight, sweetheart.." He mutters against your skin, placing a soft bite against your collarbone.

The way Lip is tugging your underwear up tightly against your clit as he grinds you against his thigh is dizzying. You have to press your face against his chest in a poor attempt to keep quiet.

"Fuck- Lip-" Your voice sounds constrained.

"Shh, baby, can't have anyone comin' down here, can we?" Lip's breath against your ear is warm and makes your face flush.

You're really letting him have you ride his thigh in an alley. The thought is a little embarrassing but makes you feel warm at the thought of being caught.

You feel the familiar beginnings of a knot forming low in your stomach. Lip slips his hand past your waistband, dipping his finger past your clit to coat his finger in your slick.

The feeling of his fingers rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves makes you whine and buck up against his hand.

"Lip- Fuck- Not gonna- Jesus Christ.." Your voice is strained as Lip works you to your climax. The feeling of your release is like a wave crashing over you, the knot in your stomach unraveling.

Lip kisses you harshly in an attempt to stifle your moans as he gently rocks you against his thigh, guiding you through your release. Your head rests back against the wall, your chest rising and falling as you try and catch your breath. Lip straightens your shirt and fixes your hair. Once you're presentable, he rubs his hands up and down your arms.

Once you've collected yourself enough, you push off the wall, leaning some of your weight against Lip. He's places a soft kiss at your temple, put his hand on your lower back.

"Come on.." Lip gives you a soft pat to your ass. "We have a party to get back to."

The vodka in your system is making you bold. Your screwdriver is more alcohol than orange juice and it's making you feel warm inside despite it being your first drink of the night.

Lip is across the room, flirting with some northside girl in a tacky pushup bra and a low-cut top.

You're pouting into your cup, near the door between the kitchen and den. He hasn't paid attention to you since you both walked through the door, leaving your side almost immediately.

You're lonely, slightly tipsy, and maybe a little horny. It had been a few weeks since you had last hooked up with Lip, making you miss the feeling of his fingers inside of you and his mouth on your skin.

You can tell that the girl across from him is thinking about the same thing with the fuck me eyes she's giving Lip. It makes your mouth twist in disgust from where you watch. Something makes you push off the wall you were leaning on and your legs begin to carry you towards him.

The girl sees you first as you approach, her eyes flicking to you behind Lip's shoulder before they go back to his face. You barely fight the urge to throw your drink at her.

You reach out to tug on the back of Lip's shirt, bumping your shoulder against his as you stand beside him. He glances at you briefly before he turns his attention back to the girl.

"Lip..." Your voice is whiny the same way a child's would be. "Let's go... 'm bored and want t'go home..."

"Can't you walk yourself home?" Lip tries to brush you off, his annoyance slipping into his tone. "'S not even 11 yet.."

The way his gaze flicks to the girl behind you makes your stomach twist and tears threaten to well up in your eyes.

"You're bein' mean, Lip.." You pout, holding your cup close to your chest. You look down, trying to prevent yourself from crying over something so small.

The way Lip breathes out through his nose tells you he's fighting back an exasperated groan. The action makes you pout at him, forgetting about the audience to your conversation.

"We always go when you wanna go, Lip.. You're not bein' fair..." Your voice is quiet as you try and convince him to leave with you. It's not going to take much more, you can tell by the look in his eyes.

"Please, Lip," You whisper, looking down at your feet. "Wanna go home now..."

You can tell when he makes up his mind. He sighs and then nods, before he takes your cup out of your hand and sets it on the small table a few feet from him.

"Sorry," He mutters to the girl before he grabs your wrist and starts to lead you out of the house.

On your way out, you spot a closet big enough to fit the both of you. Lip grunts in surprise when you grab him by his bicep and drag him towards it.

It's mostly empty, save for a few jackets hanging along the edges. You close the door behind you and push Lip up against it. He looks surprised that you're taking control.

You waste very little time connecting your lips with his. Lip lets you set the pace, which is a heavy one. You slip your hands under the hem of his shirt, hooking your fingers against his waistband to pull his hips flush against your own.

Lip places his hands on your hips, rubbing a thumb over the skin peeking out from under your cropped shirt.

"Please..." You say against his lips. You take Lip's hand and guide it to the button of your jeans. You're embarrassed to admit how badly you want his fingers.

"What was that baby? Don't think I caught that..." Lip teases you as he pulls back from you. The whine you let out only eggs him on. "Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me.."

"Lip.." You whine, guiding his fingers past the waistband of your underwear.

"Gotta tell me what y'want, y'know that... Gotta be a big kid and use your words..." Lip brings his hand up to hold your chin when you start to pout at him.

Your face is flushed as he studies you.

"Want you t'fuck me with your fingers..." You mutter, tugging at his waistband.

"Don't think I heard that one, honey." Lip taps your cheekbone with his middle and ring fingers.

You sigh through your nose before opening your mouth. The moment you do, Lip slips his fingers into your mouth and presses down against your tongue. The intrusion makes you whine as you feel arousal pool in your underwear.

"Getcha to quit whining, finally.." Lip whispers before he starts kissing along your jaw. "Should keep y'like this, two fingers in y'mouth and two in your cunt?"

The filth coming out of his mouth is making you dizzy. You're pliant enough that Lip switches your position, putting your back against the closet door.

He slips his two fingers out of your mouth before quickly replacing them. Lip wastes little time shoving his hand past your waistband, running his already wet fingers along your slit.

"Jesus Christ, baby," Lip mutters. "Already fuckin' soaked, didn't even need my fingers in y'mouth."

The feeling of the tips of his fingers pushing into you makes you inhale deeply. It's filthy the way he's slowly filling you with his fingers, two already in your mouth. Lip groans as you run your tongue in between his fingers.

The moan you release when he's sheathed to his knuckles is muffled but loud enough you're slightly embarrassed. You can feel a flush climbing up your skin as you rut your hips against Lips' hand.

The slow pace he starts is agonizing. Lip makes sure you're writhing in your place before he even thinks about speeding up his fingers. His hand is positioned in such a way that the heel of his hand is rubbing against your clit perfectly.

He's stopped kissing your jaw, seemingly content watching your face as he fucks you. Taking in the way your body responds to him.

It doesn't take long for you to feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming low in your belly. You know when Lip feels your walls clench around his fingers by the way he picks up his pace. That mixed with the way he crooks his finger along your inner wall has you rocking in time with his ministrations.

Lip removes his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp. You're panting like a dog in heat. He lets you catch your breath for a moment before he's kissing you roughly. It's messy enough Lip breaks away from your mouth to place open mouth kisses along your neck.

He times it perfectly. Placing a bite against your pulse and pressing his fingers on the soft spot along your walls. The knot snaps and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans.

Lip continues to place soft bites and kisses along your neck as he helps you through your orgasm, slowly pumping his fingers in and out to prolong the feeling.

Your legs are shaky as you lean your head forward against Lip's chest, taking in ragged breaths that make your own chest heave. When Lip removes his fingers from you and slips them out of your underwear you can't help but whine at the loss of warmth.

You can feel the way the muscles in his chest move as he turns slightly, finding something for him to wipe his hands on to clean them up.

"Wanna go home now?" Lip whispers in your ear, your forehead still pressed against his chest. You nod, pressing your face into his shirt.

Lip huffs a laugh, wrapping his arm over your shoulder, "Let's get you home, diva.."

"Shut up," You mutter. "You're just as bad.."

Lip scoffs before he places a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You're not wrong, but neither one of you wants to face that truth. The truth that you have a claim on the other.

The sound of something hitting your window is what wakes you. At first, you think that you had made it up. However, when you hear it again, this time wide awake, you know you didn't make it up.

Your clock reads 1:45 am, and you know there is only one person who would be throwing rocks at your window this late. So, with very little choice, you get out of bed and cross to your window, opening your curtains and pulling up your blinds.

True to your guess, Lip is standing outside of your apartment building. When you lift open your window, you're met with warm air coming into the room. Lip is standing in the grass dressed in ratty jeans and a tank top, smoking a cigarette like it wasn't almost 2am, and he wasn't risking waking up the tenants around you.

"Gonna let me up?" He calls up, not caring to be quiet.

"Climb up, fuckin' Rapunzel." Your voice is quieter but he hears you well enough.

Lip scoffs and starts his scaling of the wall trellis. The landlord should get that removed, but you're thankful they haven't. Once he's closer is when you back up from the window and make sure nothing is in his way for him to trample.

"You would be Rapunzel, sweetheart.." Is the first thing he says when he gets inside. He stubs out his cigarette on the windowsill and toes off his shoes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.. You smell like vomit.." You're bluffing. He smells like smoke and the fancy sandalwood cologne he was gifted by one of his rich exes. The mix of smells makes your stomach flip. It's so distinctly Lip Gallagher.

You can see the glimmer of mischief in his eye before he moves. The look doesn't register for you immediately, so you're too slow to dodge him when he launches at you.

Lip throws all of his body weight towards you, so when he collides with you, you're sent backward towards your bed. He lets himself go limp against you, causing you to fall back onto your mattress, Lip sprawled over the top of you.

You feel breathless with Lip laying on top of you. The smell of him is near overwhelming.

"Get off, you complete bum.." You try and get your hands under him to push him off. Lip hums and nuzzles his face into your neck.

"Mm-mm... Don't think I will, actually p'comfortable right here.." Lip punctuates the sentence with a kiss to your cheek.

You groan in faux annoyance and shift your hips under him in an attempt to try and flip you guys over.

"Mmm- Don't do that.." Lip mutters into your skin.

"Do what?" You furrow your brow, adjusting your hips once more.

Lip groans quietly and slowly starts placing kisses to your neck.

"Oh.." The feeling of his lips brings your attention to the precarious situation you're both in. Lip continues his motions, the kisses slowly becoming more harsh against your skin.

"We should- oh god-" Lip bites right under your ear, his hands are everywhere. "Lip.. We r-really shouldn't.."

Lip hums in response as he starts placing kisses down your neck. He's really going for gold to ensure you can't think. Lip situates his thigh between your legs. His hands are all but guiding your hips to grind against him.

You move your hands from his biceps to his jaw and guide his face back to yours. Lip mistakes your intentions of this and starts placing sweet kisses on your lips. You can taste the cheap beer on his breath, and it makes your stomach knot.

"Lip..." You manage to slip past his fleeting kisses. You grab his face again and pull him away to look at him. Lip's eyes are hooded; he looks nearly cross-eyed when he looks back at you.

"We shouldn't." You say it much more firmly without his mouth on you. That doesn't stop his hands, though, as he keeps guiding you to softly grind over his thigh, only using enough pressure to keep you chasing more.

"Why not, baby?" Lip moves his face and kisses the palm of your hand. He knows deep down that if you meant any of this, you'd push him away that you would have been harsher in your words.

"Because you're drunk.." You try and reason with him. You're grasping at straws to try and keep this from being another dash of salt in the wound.

"'M not drunk.... just a little tipsy.." He places another kiss to your palm, and another to the inside of your wrist.

"That's enough to know that we shouldn't." It feels like you have to choke the words out around the emotions in your throat.

"Please, baby.. Need you so bad.." Lip ruts his hips against your hip. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it makes you squirm a little.

"Lip.." You sigh out. You can feel your resolve slipping, and you're pretty sure Lip can tell.

"Please, baby, please... Won't ask for anything else after this.." Lip shakes his head a little and shifts his thigh to rub up against your core. You let out a moan at the friction, and Lip seizes the moment to kiss you.

It's sloppy, the way Lip slips his tongue into your mouth. You don't try to fight for dominance, letting him explore your mouth at his leisure. Lip brings one of his hands up to grope at your chest, causing you to arch into him.

"Lip..." You breathe into his mouth, causing him to groan above you. You feel your heart begin to ache, knowing what will come tomorrow morning once he's sobered up.

You've been in this position before. Sometimes, you've both had something to drink, sometimes you're both completely sober. It always comes to the same conclusion. Lip tells you it was a mistake, that it can't happen again. He tells you it was a matter of convenience, that you happened to be there when he needed an outlet.

Thankfully, you've never let him get you naked. That was your one saving grace and your biggest regret.

There was one time, maybe the third or fourth time, that Lip was bare beside you. He convinced you to spend the night at his house, in his bed, after a late night out. When you had both gone to bed, there seemed to be no intention of anything happening. You had fallen asleep tucked into Lip's side like you did most of the time.

The next morning, however, you woke up to Lip climbing into bed behind you. You could smell the shampoo and soap on his skin. When he started placing kisses along your shoulder, you could feel his wet curls brushing your skin. You could also feel his arousal against your back.

His kisses trailed up your neck, to your ear where he nipped at your skin in hopes of drawing out a reaction. The gasp that left your lips was involuntary and you could feel his smirk against your skin.

"You awake, baby?" One of his hands slips over your hip to toy with the front of your waistband. "Was thinkin' about you earlier.."

Lip ended up dedicating that morning to getting you off with only his fingers. In the back of your mind you knew that if you turned around to look at him, you'd see all of him. But he kept you too distracted to put more than a fleeting thought into it. However, you also knew he was getting himself off. You could feel the movements against the mattress as he fucked into his hand behind your back.

It was an unspoken rule you never saw each other bare in these moments. It would make it too intimate, too real.

So tonight wouldn't be an exception, you knew, when Lip slides his hand from your chest downwards to undo the string of your pants.

"Need to know you want this too, baby...." Lip whispers into your mouth, sliding his thumb along the skin above your waistband. "Need words..."

He always asks. Lip always asks, always needs to hear a yes before he goes any further, and it makes your chest ache even more.

When you simply nod, Lip huffs before he pulls back from you. He brings the hand that had been rocking your hips, up to your face and tugs your bottom lip down with his thumb.

"You know the rules, honey... Gotta hear words.." His eyes feel more piercing than they usually are.

Except you didn't know the rules. You thought you did but he always ended up changing them. He was like a child, bending and changing the rules to his whims.

But you're nodding, anyway.

"Uh-huh.. Yes.. Yes, please.." Your voice sounds so whiny, and if Lip wasn't slipping his hands down your pants the moment he heard a yes, you'd have cringed at yourself.

He wastes no time pushing past your underwear, slipping his fingers down and coating them in your arousal. The sound that comes out of Lip's mouth is a rough mix between a moan and a laugh.

"Playing coy and look 'attcha... Soaked through your underwear, honey.." Your hips buck into his hand when he nudges your clit with his thumb. He watches with a smirk as your face flushes as he calls you out.

"It’s not th-" You're cut off in a silent moan when Lip slips his middle finger inside of you. The look on his face is smug, and you want to wipe it off.

Trying to maintain some of the same footing as him, you slip one hand between your bodies and weave the other into his curls. With the hand between the two of you, you press firmly against the bulge in his jeans. The way he bucks into your hand is unrestrained, and it makes you grin up at him.

You've both always been competitive, so it quickly devolves into 'who can get the other to come quicker.' You make quick work of the button of Lip's jeans and slip your hand into his boxers.

The way he groans when you wrap your hand around the base of him makes your chest swell with a sort of pride. Your movements are constrained by his boxers but Lip is more than happy to fuck himself into your hand.

"God, sweetheart, soo fuckin' wet already... Didn't even do nothin'..." Lip says as he goes in to kiss you. He groans against your mouth when he starts to work in a second finger, "Need you to relax, like a fuckin' vice.."

Lip circles a thumb over your clit, coaxing your body to let him slip his fingers further into you. Once he's up to the knuckle, your hips buck forward until you're all but riding his fingers.

Lip's grinding himself into your hand, pumping his fingers in and out of you in time with his own thrusts. The rhythm of his fingers has you tugging on his hair gently.

"Think- Christ- Think y'can take another- Fuckin' hell..." Lip's voice sounds strained as your walls clench around his fingers.

Lip has only ever given you three fingers once. The feeling of two already makes you feel so full. The idea of a third sounds impossible.

You start shaking your head. You truly don't think you can take a third finger.

"Don't- Oh my god- Don't think so-" Your voice is whining as he curls his fingers up against your walls. Lip tsk's at your response, kissing the edge of your mouth.

"Think you can baby- Fuckin' hell-" He swears as you tighten your grip around him. Your hand is lazy as you start jerking him off again. The movements are constrained in his boxers as you shift your wrist to run your thumb over his slit.

Lip groans as he pushes his nose against your cheek.

"Fuck- How- How are we gonna get you ready to take my cock if you can't take another finger- Christ.." You squeeze him closer to his head and he can't fight the way he bucks into your hand. His words make you feel dizzy as you whine at the feeling of his thumb against your clit.

The feeling of him pulling out to the tips of his fingers, only to add a third, makes you gasp. Lip takes the opportunity to kiss you, exploring your mouth.

He feels like he's everywhere. Your whole being is taken up by him.

Lip moans into your mouth at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. His pace is slow when he begins, ensuring your body has adapted to him inside of you.

He's grinding his hips against your thigh, fucking into your hand and matching his pace to the way his fingers are thrusting into you. The kiss turns messy as you whine into his mouth. When you pull away from him to catch your breath, Lip moves down to kiss and nip at your jaw.

"Fuck- Lip-" You can feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten as he brushes against the spongy spot along your walls. Lip knows the way your body responds well enough by now that he starts rubbing tight circles against your clit.

"Come on, baby.. Come on.." Lip mutters against your skin.

The feeling on his fingers curling against your walls and his thumb against your clit makes you dizzy. The feeling of him biting under your ear combined with the way he's fucking you is enough for the knot in your stomach to break.

You use the hand that's been tugging on his hair to bring him into a kiss, trying to stifle the sound of your moans while he works you through your orgasm. The feeling of his hips rutting against you is only slightly quicker than the way he's working you with his fingers.

The tug you give at his hair is rougher than usual, but it's enough that he groans into your mouth and his hips stutter against you. Lip's breathing is heavy as he gives a few more weak thrusts against your thigh. You remove your hand softly, making sure to keep the mess away from your sheets and Lip's clothes.

The feeling of Lip slipping his fingers out of you makes you whine, mourning the loss of being full. He kisses your temple softly as a way of apologizing. You watch him with tired eyes as he uses his own mouth to clean off his fingers.

The sight is enough to reignite the fire in your belly.

Once he's done, he lays down beside you, collecting himself again. Catching his breath and making sure he's breathing normally again.

After Lip has caught his breath, he gets off the bed and rifles through your dresser before he leaves the room.

You take the time to get up and wipe off your hand with a tissue from your desk. You quickly change out of your bottoms, putting on a new pair of underwear and a pair of sleep pants.

Once you're cleaned up, you turn off the lamp on your nightstand and climb into bed. You're hoping that the quicker you're under the covers, the later you'll feel the anxious shame in your stomach. You've adopted the idea that it'll be easier to face it in the dark.

It never is.

The knot in your stomach feels tighter when Lip climbs into bed with you. He's lost his shirt and jeans somewhere between your room and the bathroom. The weight of his arm wrapping around your midriff makes you want to squirm out of your skin.

"G'night.." Lip whispers into your hair as he settles behind you, keeping your back to his chest.

"Night.." You choke out.

As Lip drifts off behind you, you prepare yourself for tomorrow, when Lip reminds you it was just a mistake.

It means nothing.

You try and enter the Gallagher house as quietly as you can. Which is not very quiet with Lip right behind you and a few drinks in both of your systems.

Your foot catches on a stray shoe near the back door that sends you tumbling into the bathroom door. Lip snickers behind you as he kicks the shoe away.

"Shhh..." You hush him, turning around and placing a finger to your lips. Your childish antic makes Lip smirk as he closes the door behind him.

Lip helps you stand up straighter, guiding you towards the stairs with a hand on your hip.

He looks particularly pretty in the orange glow bleeding in through the kitchen window. Before you take the first step up, you place a kiss on Lip's cheek. Then, a soft bite at his jaw. You've barely made it up the first three stairs before Lip has you crowded up against the wall, his chest to your back.

"Need ya to be quiet... Think you can do that? Yeah... Think you can do that.." Lip whispers right under your ear as he kisses your neck.

One of his arms braces himself against the wall beside your head as the other one snakes around to your front and toys with your waistband.

You already know what he's asking.

"..Yes, God yes..." Your voice is hushed and whining as you nod quickly. Lip wastes no time before his hand dives into your underwear and he grinds his erection against your ass.

As Lip slides his fingers over and past your clit, he starts placing kisses into your hair and any part of your face he can get to.

At the same time as he slips his middle finger inside of you, he places a gentle bite against your jaw. The dual sensations make you groan, which you fight to stifle.

The way he's pumping his finger in and out of you is making you whine. When he slips in a second, it gets worse.

His presence is all-encompassing, with his back against you and the way he's biting at your neck and shoulder. You don't bother fighting the way your hips move in time to meet the movements of his fingers.

Lip's hips match the way he's thrusting his fingers in and out of you, and you can't get enough of it. When he starts rubbing circles on your clit it makes you gasp.

The pace he sets is unforgiving. Both of you are desperate to reach your own climax. It feels all too soon when you feel the knot in your stomach building. You bite down hard on your lip when he's crooks his fingers up against your wall, whining at the feeling.

You're breathing heavily to bite back your moans, grinding your hips into his fingers as you chase your own release. You can feel when the tension in your stomach breaks, damn near sure your legs would give out with the force of your orgasm.

You bite down on Lip's bicep to stifle your moan. The groan Lip let's out is buried in your hair as he ruts against you.

Lip keeps a steady rhythm as he grinds against you as you ride out your own high. You breathe heavily against his arm, attempting to catch your breath. Lip slips his fingers out of you, sliding his hand up to press against your stomach to further press your hips into his own. He drops his head down to rest against your shoulder as his hips stutter against you.

The feeling of Lip's teeth sinking into your shoulder makes you gasp as he attempts to stifle his own moan. Lip freezes behind you, breathing harshly against your skin.

Lip's weight is heavy against your back as you both steady yourselves. He taps gently against your stomach before he removes himself from you. Lip clears his throat as he adjusts his shorts behind you. You sluggishly turn yourself around, letting your back rest against the wall as you take in his appearance.

His face is flushed, his shirt rumpled, and his shorts... The wet patch that's leaked through from his boxers is mouth watering. The bite mark on his right bicep is red and angry. You can see the indentation of your teeth still there.

The whole way Lip is right now is near enough to have you breaking your rule. You'd give just about anything to have him fuck you on the staircase. The only thing stopping you is the fact his youngest siblings are sleeping just upstairs, and you know for a fact Debbie isn't the deepest sleeper of the Gallagher clan.

"Let's go get cleaned up, baby.." Lip's words sound slurred, like he's keeping from acting on the same thoughts. All you can do is nod and hold your hands out for him.

Lip shoulders most of your weight up the rest of the stairs, your mind is still so foggy, and you're not sure your legs would work on their own.

He plops you down on his bed unceremoniously. Lip walks away from you to his dresser, opening the drawer that holds several different items of clothes for you. When he comes back to you, he's handing you a new pair of underwear and a bed shirt.

"Y'know the drill, hon.." Lip gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head before he's leaving you again, this time to collect his own new pair of clothes.

You're slow to change your clothes, but Lip gives you the time you need. By the time you're in new underwear and a comfier shirt, you're ready to melt into his bed. Your clothes are left in a pile near the foot of Lip's bed as you roll over and start trying to crawl up to where the pillows lay.

You don't bother acknowledging the sound of Lip shuffling back in until he's landed on the bed beside you. He clumsily drags you up to lay beside him, making you face him on your side.

The both of you are struggling to keep your eyes open, but you're both looking at each other with a half lidded gaze. Lip brings a hand up to hold your face gently, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.

The moment is a stark contrast to the one you both had on the staircase. You spot the bruise starting to form on his arm and can't help yourself from placing gentle kisses against it. Lip chuckles softly, bringing his arm to wrap over you, pulling you close to his chest.

You fall asleep like that, Lip's nose buried in your hair, yours against his chest. Warm and comfortable and positively content.

When you wake up, you wish Lip's room had a proper door to it. It's something that you always wished, but it's at the forefront of your mind this morning.

The first thing that wakes you up is the light coming through the window, that brightens up the room. The second is the whispering coming from the doorway.

You can distinctly make out Debbie and Carl's voices. They're not as quiet as they think they are.

"Do you think they fucked?"

"Carl!"

"What? Their clothes are on the floor right there-" You assume he's pointing to your pile of clothes near the foot of the bed. "And Lip has no shirt on."

"Lip hasn't slept with a shirt on since he broke up with Karen and dated Mandy."

"I guess.." You know Carl hates to admit when he's wrong. "But that doesn't explain why he's holding 'em like that."

"That's how people sleep together, Carl. Without having sex. I think it's nice."

"That's boring... Ow!" You could hear the smack Debbie lands on the back of Carl's head, and you have to bury your face further into Lip's chest to keep from laughing.

"Come on.." You have to assume Debbie drags Carl away when you hear them shuffling down the hall and stairs. With them gone, you take a deep breath in relief.

"They leave?" The mutter from Lip startles you slightly.

You peak your head up over his shoulder, relieved neither of the two kids are still in the doorway.

"They're gone." You affirm, leaving your head back on the pillow, extracting yourself from Lip enough that you can look at him.

His hair is flat, where he had been resting his head on the pillow. His eyes are barely open, and he's so warm next to you.

"They're not as quiet as they like to think they are." You whisper to him. It makes him smile.

"Yeah, I know. Try livin' with them all the time.." His voice is rough with sleep and there's a tug in your stomach that makes you want to jump his bones.

"You don't live with them all the time. Live with me more than you do them these days..." There's no bite in your remark. Lip has moved so much of his clothes and smaller belongings into your apartment near campus than you think he keeps here.

You're not sure when it started happening. You were so used to Lip using your shower products when he came over, or using his at the Gallagher house, but at some point a second pair of soap and shampoo showed up on the ledge of your shower. Lip always kept clothes in your room, but at some point, clothes started migrating into your closet. At some point, half of it housed Lip's t-shirts and jeans, and there was a pair of his shoes next to yours on the floor, one of his coats beside yours in the winter.

You never notice these things until they've already appeared and been living in your space. And then it's too late to mention. So Lip has slowly been moving into your apartment, but you're not one to argue over it.

The sound of more footsteps in the hallway have you and Lip closing your eyes, feigning sleep.

"Oh shit-" It's Fiona. Her footsteps stopped briefly in the doorway,

"Ian.!" She's whisper-shouting like it'll change the fact she's even less quiet than the little kids.

Ian must be close by because it's not long before you hear the second set of footsteps stop at the door.

"Woah-"

"I knew it!" You can hear the excitement in Fiona's voice. "He kept denyin' it but I knew it, I fuckin' knew it."

"Did you hear them come in last night?" Ian's the only one that's any good at actually whispering in this house. You almost struggle to hear him.

"No. But at least they made it inside." Fiona sounds resigned by the idea of it. Ian hums in response, and you hear them both leave.

"They need to get a job..." Lip huffs.

His griping makes you giggle. When you open your eyes, Lip is already looking at you, much more awake now. His eyes remind you of ice with the way the morning light hits them.

"At least they care..." You sigh, taking in how soft he still looks this early in the day. It's something you're not sure you'll ever get used to. His face is a little rosy, a soft flush on his nose and cheeks, his hair is messy, and his eyes don't have that sharp glint in them yet.

Lip sounds not committal when he hums. Your eye catches on the deep red bruise on his bicep, small bits of purple showing up already. It's nearly a perfect ring, the outline of your mouth on his skin. It makes your stomach tug, with guilt and a warmth in your core. His eyes follow yours, and he smirks when he sees what you're looking at.

"Someone got a little mouthy last night..." He mumbles as he looks back at you.

"Shut up.." You bring a hand up and shove his face away from you. Lip starts laughing, hugging you closer to his chest. The both of you bask in the presence of the other, Lip holding you close and allowing you to listen to his heartbeat.

The moment is short-lived before there's shouting downstairs. You hear Fiona calling from the first floor.

"Lovebirds! Breakfast! You got two minutes to get dressed and down here before it's free game!" Her voice rings through the house.

"Oh shit," Lip bolts up, wasting no time tumbling out of bed. He rolls over, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

"Idiot." You tease him, climbing off his bed with a bit more grace. You grab a pair of boxers from your open drawer, slipping them on as Lip gets back up.

What you don't anticipate is the foot Lip sticks out to trip you. You let out a shocked scream, putting your hands out to brace yourself as you tumble to the ground.

Lip is on you in moments, softly jabbing at your sides and placing kisses behind your ear and along your hairline. "Who's the idiot now, huh?"

"Still you." You bite out before he begins tickling at your sides. You let out a shriek of laughter, trying to shove him away as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.

The way you're yelling at Lip to stop between fits of laughter is making Lip laugh.

"Get off, get off!! The kids are going to steal our food!" You try shoving his hands away and wiggling out from under him.

"I can think of better things to eat.." Lip stops his actions and whispers in your ear.

"Lip!" You exclaim, smacking him in the chest as you feel your face flush. He nips softly at your ear before he gets off you.

"Come on, quit playin' around.." Lip gives an affectionate pat to your ass as he climbs to his feet.

You roll your eyes at him as you stand up, bringing your hand up to cuff around the back of his head.

What you miss, when you walk out of his room, is the grin on his face. One that is sickly sweet and not what he should have when he thinks about his best friend.

You have been at this party for maybe 15 minutes before Lip is dragging you down a hallway by your wrist.

It was abrupt. You had planted yourself by the kitchen island. It gave you an overview of the living room turned dance floor, where you could watch everyone be stupid and drunk.

One guy in particular had caught your eye. It's not that you would have let him take you home, but you liked the feeling of attention it gave you to have someone look at you across the room.

This did not sit well with Lip. He had left you by the island to go talk to someone he knew from college. It didn't bother you like it should have since you had something to hold your attention.

When the guy across the room starts to push through the crowd towards you, Lip shows up to drag you away. He takes your cup out of your hand, and places it on the counter when you pass by.

"What- Lip- Lip, what are you doing?" It doesn't seem like he hears you when you try and get a reason out of him. You have no choice but to follow behind him. You're unsure how Lip knows where he's going in this house, but he manages to find you guys an empty bathroom.

Once you're inside the bathroom, Lip locks the door before he pushes you up against it by your hips.

"Should have known you'd be preening for attention.." Lip mutters as he presses kisses on your jaw. "Dressed like this... Should have known you'd be actin' up tonight..."

"Wh-What?" The bite he leaves under your ear makes you stutter, choking down a moan.

"Saw you lookin' at him... Lookin' at you like he's thinkin' 'bout fuckin' you.." Lip growls against your neck. You're not even sure what he's talking about. Lip has undone the button of your shorts, resting his fingers over your underwear.

You don't even have to think twice about it. "Yes.."

You're still not even sure who he's talking about. Lip has never been this possessive or jealous before. You don't get the chance to unpack it when Lip starts to rub tight circles over your clit.

Lip doesn't give you much time to ask anymore questions before he's inserting two fingers into you. The feeling of his fingers filling you immediately makes you inhale sharply.

"Think he'd be able to fuck you like this? Got you squirmin' on my fuckin' fingers.." You cannot think past the feeling of Lip's fingers inside of you, the filth coming out of his mouth, and the way he's grinding the heel of his hand against your clit.

"Haven't ever given you my cock and you're this needy... Think he'd be able to fuck you like that? Fuckin' yourself on my fingers like a whore..." Lip is leaving sharp bites down your neck and your jaw. The hand that's not down your pants comes up to grope at your chest, and you can feel yourself melting against the door.

You don't prove him wrong with the way your hips are grinding into his hand. The feeling of his lips along your collarbone has you gasping and writhing. You're sure that if the music wasn't so loud, people outside would be able to hear your moans.

Lip's got you right where he wants you, you're putty in his hands, you'd probably let him do whatever he wanted if it meant he kept talking and fucking you like this.

You don't catch all of the obscenities Lip says against your skin, too busy chasing the feeling of your own orgasm and bucking against his hand.

"Thinks he can look at what's mine..." His words break the haze in your mind and you can tell Lip's just saying empty words.

You're going to be sick.

"Stop- stop, stop!" You push Lip's hand away from you and tug it out of your pants. Lip looks at you wide-eyed as you push him out of your space.

You can't breathe. You're going to be sick. You can't breathe, you can't breathe, you can't breathe.

"Come on, sweetheart, look at me. Look at me, match my breathin'.." Lip's hands are on your face.

"Don't- Don't tou-" Your words are cut off by whatever is strangling you. Lip doesn't listen. He instead takes the hand gripping at your shirt and puts it against his chest. His heart is much calmer than yours is.

"Come on, honey. Need you to match my breathin'.." Lip's words are quiet and calm and so far away.

It takes you five minutes before you can breathe clearly. It takes another two for you to realize you had been crying.

Lip doesn't let go of you until you're no longer taking shuddering breaths. Once his hands leave your face, you feel cold, and you want to take away the whole meltdown you just had in order to have him close to you again.

The look he's giving you makes you want to crawl into the ground. You bring your shaky hands to button back up your shorts and adjust your shirt to look less rumpled.

"You wanna go home?" He asks like he's talking to a stray animal, like he doesn't want to spook you.

All you can do is nod. You don't want to look at him, you don't want to see the pity in his eyes.

"Can I have your hand?" He's being so gentle and considerate and you want to throw up.

You offer him your hand tentatively. Lip takes it gently before he reaches past you to unlock the door.

The journey to find your way out of the house is an exhausting one. However, the moment you're both alone seems far more dreadful.

You don't want to deal with the interrogation you already know is coming.

Lip is going to ask questions, and you're going to have to tell him that you've stupidly fallen in love with him. That you've been in love with him since before this painful charade had started.

There's a feeling of shame that bubbles up in your stomach whenever you think about how long you let this go on for. Pretending to be happy and okay with the fact you give so much to him, and he doesn't care.

The direction Lip picks is the way to your house. You had chosen this party because it was so close to your apartment but now you're regretting it. You think the silence is worse than an interrogation would be.

Lip doesn't break the silence until you make it to your apartment, the only place you'll have any sense of privacy. And maybe the last place you'll see Lip.

"What uh- what was that about?"

"Doesn't matter," You bend to slip off your shoes, discarding them by the pile you have at the door.

"Don't give me that-" He starts but you cut him off.

"Give you what, Lip? The truth? It doesn't matter so long as you can keep finger-fucking me, right? Use me for a handy from time to time?" You sound miserable and pathetic, you don't have the energy to pretend anymore.

"Don't tell me it means nothing when you just had a fucking panic attack about it!" Lip never really raises his voice at you. Not out of anger, anyways. But he's agitated, running a hand through his hair.

"What do you want to hear, Lip? That I'm okay with being with you only when I'm convenient? That it's okay that every time maybe, just maybe you won't tell me it means nothing when you fuck me?" This is truly your breaking point. "I can't sit in silence over this anymore, Lip! Not if you're going to pretend you have some fucking claim over me, like we're dating. You're good at making it very clear we're not."

Lip is silent where he stands in your kitchen. He looks like he's been slapped in the face, you kind of wish you had.

"So, if you want to hear that I'm okay with you saying I'm yours, when I've spent nights wallowing in my own self pity that I've been letting this go on, then you are sorely mistaken, Lip Gallagher." You sigh tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face.

"Why- Why didn't you say anything?" Lip is looking at you like you're crazy.

"Because I didn't want to lose you! I'd- I'd rather deal with this pain than deal with the pain of losing you, Lip."

"Why would you lose me?"

"Because, Lip, you always say it means nothing! That- That is was a mistake, and that I was convenient and it couldn't happen again but it always did!"

"No that's not- I only said that cause I didn't think- I didn't think you wanted anything serious-"

"Oh please, Lip-"

"I didn't think you wanted anything serious with me. You know I'm a mess and my family is one stop from a shitshow-"

"And you think my family's perfect?" Your voice is laced with disbelief. "My mother was gone half the time, she'll never be as bad as Monica but my life is just as much of a shitshow, Lip. I just got better at hiding it."

Lip looks hurt at the mention of both your mothers.

"I don't want to talk about the rest of this tonight, Lip. I'm tired and just- I can't have this conversation tonight." You wave a hand at him in dismissal as you turn to head down the hallway to your room.

The sound of Lip's footsteps following you down the hallway further agitates you.

"Go home, Lip!" You call over your shoulder, pushing your way past the door to your room. You walk across the room to turn on your lap, illuminating your bedroom with a soft, warm glow.

You're not surprised to see Lip standing in your doorway. He's never liked to listen to you, instead choosing to follow you around like a lost puppy.

In hopes of him leaving if you ignore him, you move to your dresser and collect your clothes for bed. You can feel his eyes on you as you move across the room, trying to bide your time before you actually have to change.

He hasn't made any move by the time you set your change of clothes on the bed. Lip was nothing if not persistent.

"I'm not doing this with you tonight." You can't meet his gaze, if you look at him you know your resolve will break.

You can see him approaching you in your periphery and you can feel your stomach dip slightly. His hand is soft where it rests on your forearm, the way his thumb gently caresses your skin makes you inhale deeply.

Turns out you don't even need to look at him for your resolve to slip

His other hand moving to cup your cheek makes your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of his touch. You don't put up much of a fight as he turns your face towards him. Lip gently rests his forehead against yours, bumping your nose with his. Having him so close is intoxicating, making you lean further into him.

The kiss Lip pulls you into is desperate, and passionate, and full of everything neither one of you has been saying. Lip holds your face gently, taking his time to savor you, a stark contrast on how he usually tastes you.

You can't help the way you melt into the kiss, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him against you. The gentleness of it all makes your stomach flip.

Lip's hand slips over your wrist, grabbing your change of clothes from your hand and tossing it to the floor beside your bed.

With that taken care of, Lip guides you to lay back against your bed. He's quick to follow you, not wanting to break the kiss for a second. You're quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. Lip grabs your hips softly, lifting and guiding you to lay against your pillows.

Lip's hands move from your hips to the buttons of your jeans, making quick work of the zipper. He gently coaxes you to lift your hips to slip your pants down your thighs. Your pants are quickly discarded to the floor, Lip's soon to follow them as he somehow makes even quicker work of his own zipper and button.

With less clothing in between the both of you, Lip rolls his hips against your own. The feeling of his erection rubbing against you makes you gasp. Taking the opportunity, Lip slips his tongue into your mouth. You're pliant and needy in his hands, whining into his mouth before he breaks away to catch his breath. You're quick to place soft kisses along his neck, biting softly around his Adams apple.

Lip groans softly before he pulls back. He's quick to slip your underwear down your legs and then remove his boxers. The feeling of his erection resting against your stomach is heavy, making your stomach twist. Your hips grind up against him, the vein on the underside of his cock creating a delightful friction against your clit.

One of your hands slips up to intertwine with his hair. You're quick to pull him into another soft kiss, arching your back to press your chest to his.

"Please, Lip..." Your voice is desperate as you kiss at the corner of his mouth, trailing kisses along his jaw. "Need you... Need you, right now.."

Lip's breath hitches softly in his throat. "You don't- I don't have any-"

"Doesn't matter.." You mutter, nipping at the edge of his jaw.

"Fuckin' hell..." Lip mutters before he brings you into a sloppy kiss.

The feeling of Lip's hips pulling away from you makes you whine, mourning the loss of warmth on your stomach. The moan you let out when Lip nudges the head of his cock against your clit is needy. Lip grunts in response, softly guiding his head along your folds to collect some of your slick before he attempts to push himself in.

The feeling of just the tip of him past your entrance makes you inhale sharply. Lip breathes shakily against your cheek, cursing under his breath as he pushes himself further into you. The stretch makes you wince briefly, panting heavily at the pressure in your stomach.

"Please, Lip. Please, please..." You're not sure what you're begging for but it eggs him on. Lip grunts softly as he gives a soft thrust into your heat.

Your jaw drops when Lip bottoms out. The feeling of being filled by him has your walls clenching around his cock. Lip drops his head against your shoulder as he groans, slipping his hand into yours where it lays on the mattress.

You squeeze his hand as he rolls his hips against you. The feeling of the head of his cock nudging against your cervix makes you light headed. You have no choice but to watch as Lip moves his free hand to rest against the wall, taking in the way his arm flexes.

Lip lifts his head up from your shoulder to kiss at your jaw, slowly pulling out to just the tip before softly thrusting back in. You can feel the vein along his shaft rubbing against your walls.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, sweetheart..." Lip groans when he bottoms out again. He tries to stifle the whine in his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him. He's much deeper than you had thought possible, you can feel him all the way in your stomach.

"Holy shit- Y'so fuckin' tight, baby... Thought we stretched y'enough.." Lip kisses your cheek softly. All you can do is whine in response, squeezing his hand again.

The pace Lip starts with is gentle, pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in firmly. The motions make you squirm, rutting your hips up into him.

"More..." You whine. "Please, Lip, need more.."

Lip groans at your words, knocking his nose against yours. With your encouragement, Lip quickens his pace.

The familiar beginnings of a knot forming in your stomach has you moving your hips in time to move with Lip's. Lip removes his hand from the wall, winding its way in between your bodies. The tight circles he starts rubbing against your clit makes you moan, bucking your hips into his hand.

The movements of Lip's hips quicken when he feels the way your walls are clenching around his cock. Similar to the way they clenched around his fingers so many times before. The hitching of your breath encourages Lip even further, grinding deep inside of you to punctuate each thrust with.

Lip is quick to dip his head into your neck, biting softly under your ear, making you whimper softly. The culmination of his fingers, cock, and mouth along your body is enough to have the knot in your stomach unraveling.

Your walls flutter with your release before clamping down on him. The sensation makes Lip groan into your neck, grinding into you as the first ropes of his release coat your insides. The warmth makes you moan softly, pressing the side of your face into Lip's hair. Lip's hips grind softly against you as you both ride out your climax. When he removes his face from your neck your chest aches at the loss of closeness.

Lip kisses you softly as he gently ruts his hips into you. You whine softly as the feeling of overstimulation starts to creep into your nerves. You can feel the mix of both your releases slipping out of you with each gentle thrust Lip gives you. The mixture slides down your ass and onto the sheets under you.

He nudges your nose with his as you whimper at the feeling of it all.

"'S too much. Too much, Lip.." You whine against his mouth, lifting your hips softly.

"I know, but y'gotta keep it all, baby.." Lip gives you one more gentle thrust before he stills. He starts to pepper kisses to your cheek, trying to make up for it.

Lip pulls out of you slowly, watching where the mix of both of you leaks out of your hole. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth as he collects it with his finger, gently pushing the mixture back into you.

"I know, I know.." Lip whispers when you whine at the feeling.

Lip flops down onto the mattress, huffing softly. You can feel his gaze on you as you catch your breath. The feeling of Lip's hand caressing your ribs jolts you out of your mind fog, making you turn to look at his face.

"We should've done that so long ago..." Lip sighs, giving you a soft smirk.

You roll your eyes at him, "Someone was too busy having his head so far up his own ass for us to even try.."

"Whatever," Lip smiles at you before he kisses you sweetly. When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are full of adoration and something you can't name.

"What're you lookin' at?" You whisper, fighting a grin.

"Somethin' really special..." Lip replies before he gives you another kiss. "Something real special.."

[bepractical]

Kin: Season 1, Episode 7, Part 2

I’m finally back with part 2 of the episode 7 recap for the first season of Kin. In part 1: Eric got bad news from his lawyer while Amanda recruited her own; Eamon sicced Con and Mini Michael on every Kinsella ally in a bid to root out his drugs; Michael got a dressing down from Anna’s social worker; Birdy urged Frank to get himself together and (unintentionally) scared the pants off Nikki; and Michael was so supportive of Amanda she instigated a smooch, which Jimmy immediately interrupted with news about their bad dad. 

See the masterlist here.

Blah blah blah, these recaps have spoilers THE SEASON IS ALMOST OVER. THE END IS NIGH.

Who's ready for a hug?

We pick up where we left off, with Michael fleeing after Jimmy asks permission to visit their dad. In part 1 of this recap, I assumed Jimmy was being a good brother, because Jimmy is a giant mushball and very transparent. However, after Michael makes his awkward exit, Jimmy sits down immediately for a heart to heart with Amanda. It’s almost like he wanted to clear Michael out of there. Very curious. Then the scene ends with Michael looking like this:

Whether that’s regret he just made out of his brother’s wife, general upset at the mention of his abusive dad or something else, I do not know. 

Jimmy takes a seat and starts to pour himself a drink, while Amanda looks as ready to flee as Michael. Jimmy talks her into sticking around for one drink. 

Jimmy: I don’t take you for granted, you know. In case that’s what you think.

Ummmmm, you don’t get to decide that, Jimmy. Also, really? You absolutely do. Amanda looks dubious. But Jimmy’s trying to make a point here, that he loves and appreciates Amanda, even though he’s terrible at showing it. Amanda’s sincerely touched. I am suspicious of the timing of this declaration but I also love Jimmy-the-softy.

At the jail in protective custody, Eric gets heckled by the other prisoners about how quickly he’ll be killed once he’s sent to prison and released to the general population. I slightly question whether this is really happening or if he’s imagining these voices. It’s good either way.

At the compound the next morning, Amanda wakes Jimmy to ask how much money they have on hand. She’s off to bribe Noel-the-dead-car-guy’s wife, Jenny. That’s certainly a plan. She goes to the school where Jenny does janitorial work and offers her money for her testimony.

I’m not wild about this plan but I do like how Amanda sells it. Help or don’t help, get some cash for your kids or not. Amanda’s done apologizing for the things she’s done to protect her family. 

Back at the jail, Nikki shows up to see Eric. Seems she took that talk with Birdy to heart and has decided she’s not thrilled about spending her youth waiting on Eric to get out of jail. 

She goes to the meeting room where Eric is waiting and pleased as punch to see her, a stark contrast to her chilly demeanor. She gives him a quick update- the tanning salon was raided, Frank’s sad about Dotser, Amanda’s probably screwed, and Frank is going to talk to Bren on Eric’s behalf. Then she gets to the root of the matter: Eric’s fuck up could put him away for 10 years. He assures her he’ll be fine- no trouble thinking of himself- but Nikki wants him to think about her for once. What the hell is she supposed to do while he’s in jail for ten years? What would he do, if it was her going inside? He tries to appease her but they both know the answer to that. Nikki leaves and Eric makes one of those sweet, vulnerable faces that inspire me to give him more and more chances he probably doesn’t deserve.

At Anthony’s school, Con Doyle shows up and threatens him. He tells Anthony to tell Amanda that Eamon wants his drugs or he’ll burn Anthony alive. Not cool, Con.

Back at the dealership, Jenny is throwing her dead husband under the bus. For 500K she’s willing to tell Amanda’s new lawyer that Noel was the mastermind behind the money laundering and Amanda knew nothing of it. The lawyer calls BS immediately and points out how illegal lying about all this is, but Amanda promises her Jenny will be better prepared by the time the police get involved. They’re still meeting when Amanda’s phone rings; it’s Anthony freaking out about Con’s visit. Amanda tells him to find a teacher and stay with them until she can come to get him.

Elsewhere in Dublin, Frank and Jimmy arrive at the prison to chat with Bren. 

Meanwhile at the compound, Anna swings by to see Michael. This is likely her first visit to this house since her mother was murdered there, which is pretty intense. They stand around drinking juice together awkwardly before Michael tells Anna about the visit from the social worker and the court order. That means little to Anna. She wants to see her dad, she doesn’t care about all his family’s bullshit.

Michael just wants to keep her safe, but maybe then he shouldn’t have come back into her life in the first place. She storms off. Michael looks upset but resigned.

At the prison, Frank and Jimmy wait for Bren. Frank looks like a kid waiting outside the principal’s office.

It’s similar to how he looked when Eamon was driving him to get the blood money from Caolan Moore.

Bren’s bummed Birdy’s not there, that he got stuck with these two idiots instead. He immediately starts insulting Frank’s terrible leadership skills. Jimmy tries to explain the circumstances surrounding killing Caolan Moore but Bren is not interested. He regrets not leaving Birdy in charge. Frank tries to defend himself but that only pisses Bren off more. Bren makes it clear that if anyone had gone against his word when he was in charge he would have killed them, family or not. I believe it. Then he points out Frank’s real problem- he’s never gotten his hands dirty (“not like Michael”) and everyone knows it. 

Bren calls Frank a windy cunt who looks like a hairdresser. As my mom would say, oh, he’s mean. He gets in Frank’s face and Frank full-body flinches away. Jimmy looks like this the whole time. Oh, poor Jimmy. 

Bren won't help Eric. He’s not interested in messing up his parole for that idiot. Before he leaves, he tells Jimmy to bring Michael next time. Hmmmm.

Birdy waits in Eamon’s hotel’s parking garage. He sees her, grabs his driver’s gun and jumps out of the car and into Birdy’s space. They are both incredibly intense. Birdy is 100 times more intimidating than Frank’s ever been. She taunts Eamon while he points a gun at her face.

Looks like they’re past the point of negotiating. He tells her all the Kinsellas are fair game now and storms off. 

On her way home from Michael’s, Anna is grabbed by three men, including Mini Michael. RE: MM, I know he’s just doing his job (kidnapping, attempted assassination) but they’re gonna need to kill him eventually. The three guys try to force Anna into the trunk of a car. It’s frightening. Some dude stops his car and yells at them to leave her alone.

Good on him. Anna escapes and runs back toward Michael’s. 

At the compound, Michael notices Birdy’s arrived home. He checks to see how things went and sees the bruise on her face from Eamon’s gun. So, not well. He’s pretty pissed.

They’re still talking things over when Anna comes running. She tells them about the attempted abduction and Michael pulls her into a hug, the first instigated by him the entire series, I think. My heart grows ten sizes, though it would have been nice to see without a kidnapping attempt preceding it.

He promises to sort things out and we know what that means. Someone’s gotta die.

Amanda races to Anthony’s school, like a gangster just threatened to burn him alive. Poor Anthony. He tells Amanda about Con’s threat and Amanda grabs him like a life preserver. Their scene closes on her making this face and, yeah, somebody’s dying.

At the prison, Jimmy and Frank are making their way to their car. Some guy looks at Frank and Frank freaks out and starts beating him with his motorcycle helmet. It’s pretty vicious. Bren did such a thorough job demeaning and belittling him, Frank has to get his feeling of control back somehow. Jimmy is horrified by this little display of frustrated compensatory impotence and pulls him away. FYI, Frank’s a dick.

This slow watch for the recaps has not been kind to Frank. He’s such a useless bully. I’m looking for a touch more nuance from him and his sexuality. This is a hypermasculine environment where even Michael, who’s considered a threat by everyone and genuinely doesn’t seem to give a shit, feels the need to hide his weaknesses. Frank’s sexuality is referenced often, all the references are derogatory. It’s connected to his personal deficits (many of which ride the line of gay stereotypes) AND Eric’s. I can’t decide how I feel about it. I don’t really feel bad for him anymore, though. 

Back at the Garda station, Eric gets cuffed up for his transfer to the prison. Don’t feel bad for him either.

At the compound, Michael waits outside for Amanda to get home with Anthony. Once Anthony’s shuffled off into the house, they compare stories of their children’s recent trauma. They’re obviously both ready to plan a murder. Their scene is cut with one of Eamon walking into his lap pool, which gave me major Caesar vibes for some reason (watch Rome, Ciarán Hinds is amazing). 

The episode ends with Amanda insisting it’s time to end things. How? “Chop the head off the snake.” Finally! Episode 8 starts here!

[bishopsbelova]

svu

1. The first character I first fell in love with

Little baby Laura feel in love with Olivia Benson from the get go. I don't understand how Liv isn't the first person everyone falls in love with (unless you started with 2.0, then it should definitely be Amanda)

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now

Rafael Barba. To be honest when he came in I was still reeling from the lost of Cabot and Novak and I never thought I'd love any ADA as much as I loved them; but then Barba wormed his way into my heart.

3. The character everyone else loves that I don't.

Honestly, I'm not really sure? I don't think there's really any characters everyone loves that I hate.

4. The character I love that everyone else hates

Amanda fucking Rollins. I will love, support and defend this woman until the day I die from the sexist asses in the fandom who only hate her because she's a woman. How much she's grown (especially emotionally) in the ten years she's been on this show? Everything she's been through? Homegirl just deserves happiness and to be happy AND SHE'S FINALLY GOING TO GET THAT BECAUSE SHE FINALLY GOT HER MAN

5. The character I used to love but don't any longer

Maybe Stabler? Like I don't hate him or anything; but I think I definitely had blinders on when I was a kid and now that I'm older, I can definitely see the flaws that he had (and they will probably become more apparent if I go back and rewatch 1-12). Still like him though and I'm interested to see how much he's changed in the ten years he fucking dipped.

6. The character I would totally smooch.

Just one? Cause I would totally smack on Liv, Amanda, Carisi, Kat, Phoebe, etc.

7. The character I'd want to be like

Amanda or Liv. These two women have just been too so damn much and yet they still hold themselves so damn well and they're still good people at their core. Also from the time I was 3 or 4, I wanted to be like Olivia Benson. And whenever I'm in a weird funk, I just think about what Liv or Amanda would say to me to pull me out.

8. The character I'd slap

oh, 100% Elliot fucking Stabler for leaving Liv like that without having the balls (vagina) to tell her to her face. Sure I've shipped them since I was a kid and I always will; but I will never forgive him for that and I can't believe Liv already has

9. A pairing that I love

ROLLISI

10. A pairing that I despite

Barisi. Simply because the sexist, misogynistic shippers fucking ruined it for me.

[princeleyjeans]

Personal trikey plot headcanon:

Call me old fashioned or just a sucker for a slow, awkwardly dysfunctional descent into romance, but when it comes to my ideas of a semi realistic/workable ending for Mike and Trevor blows through like an icy wind on a warm summer afternoon, like you’ve walked around Costco and hit the fridge storage room, the customer one, you’re relieved to not be hot yet kinda upset at how opposite it is to the point you’ll hop around the doorway just to balance yourself out. That’s the premise of my headcanon.  2015 starts like any other at the De Santa household, brief morning arguments about Tracey’s life choices and her on/off flings with the college professors of all her classes, yes, ALL OF THEM, while she’s not flirting it up with Franklin since his wealth means he can chill at home with Chop and Lamar and the last thing he wants is to listen to L bitch all day about why he ain’t a 3 bit gangster yet so Frank hangs at their place to sit quietly by the pool next to his future daddy in law and not have to destroy his ears with music to drown out his besties moaning (All that time at the De Santa’s means he gets to know everybody and develop a crush on Tracey which eventually leads to babies and public screaming matches because she cannot live without drama or dick) .  The money following the union depository heist (If we assume the timeline of the final few missions rounded off around mid to late 2014) has come through after being washed via Lester’s numerous amount of fronts (Usually it wouldn’t take more than maybe a week, three tops, but the millions they pulled obviously required extra people, extra roads to travel, extra everything) and the family are in the green once again, however, the lack of worry over money gives everyone time to reflect, to make important changes in themselves and their lifestyles, well, some of them, not all.  As you can guess, the thrill of the chase being gone brings back Michael’s...issue, if you catch the drift and the deeper psychological reasons as to why create tension, release topics of conversation he never wanted to have ever again or prod using the longest of fucking sticks known to mankind.  If it isn’t sex, it’s the lack of general affection between him and Amanda being incredibly evident, painfully so, to the point they might as well be brother and sister because no married couple hug like they do, no happy person in a semi working relationship wakes up eager to pull the covers and see just the indent of their partner (Unless you’re one of the rare types who have S/O’s and just like bed space in the morning). Anyway, the talk finally bubbles to the surface, that now is the best time to divorce as the kids are grown up and they have money again and everything is sorta settled already, it’s just packing their bags and heading out, which is how the tears start cus neither of them wanna push the button, neither wanna make it official or make that call you dread while knowing it’s the least painful option for everyone, even those you ain’t met yet.  Michael gets himself a lil Vespucci condo (You know the ones with the cute bridge over the water), Amanda is given the house in the settlement and later sells it because she can’t deal with the memories and just moves into the hills (She buys one of the homes similar to Martin Madrazo’s but still close to the city), taking Tracey because no way is she living with Franklin just yet, and Jim sorta hovers, couch hopping because he’s having a rough time accepting his parents have broken up and work. He eventually bunks at Lamars and they become platonic love bros.  Come September, Mike starts giving into the questions plaguing his sexuality and ditches the gentlemen club for Leather-Face’s (Popular gay bar based around leather clothing and a really poor choice of name given to it by the owners brother who loved horror movies and ironically died when a Pomeranian bit his leg and it got infected, leading to septic shock and heart explosion), seeing if his lack of ability to be fully intimate towards women stems from an underlying homosexuality which turns out to be less than helpful as despite his new love of boppy music and sparkly fishnet tops, the touch of a man that isn’t Trevor proves to be just as lacking, just as lonely as that of a woman, given a few exceptions (He can get a lil hard to nude mags but it’s sorta a fluctuating mood spectrum) which tend to be just even more confusing and gets him in trouble with anybody interested in him.    Eventually, everything just comes to a semi climax when, with help from friends, Michael gives into his overall infatuations and comes out to Trevor, completely, asking for a date or “Hang out, but it can go ANYWHERE”, Trevs usual for just about anyone he meets ‘Insert cheap laugh here’. and gets understandably told to go fuck himself because why now and after all the pain he’s caused and blah blah Trevor’s hurt, this is opening wounds, big pity party for Mr Philips.  It takes a good deal of arguing and crying to convince his buddy to trust him but after....a month? two perhaps, Trevor eases up and they have their first terrible attempt at romance in the form of a movie at the condo and some fancy ass wine too good for both their tastes, but it leads to a cute, disgusting, hella gay half smooch and some giggles, plus some deep convo that opens M up to a chance at second base but Trevor teases him with the whole “Going easy on you, since it’s your first time” and heads home, forcing M to scream into his pillow and call Amanda cus they besties now.  Overall the headcanon is a slow progression into Mike realizing he’s somewhere on the mostly Aromantic/asexual spectrum with the exception of those he’s in love/obsessed with (Remember when Amanda said he got big balls when Brad tried to get her, it was mostly infatuation, Alpha dogging it) and being in love with Trevor, getting the life he tried to have before but properly this time, accepting himself and being sorta better but not really but also kinda.  Yes I know “MICHAEL WOULD NEVER----” Really don’t care, Honey, my headcanon, don’t like it, the doors to your...’Looks around’---WHERE IS THE FUCKING DOOR! 

[dastardlydandelion]

questions i ask myself as i contemplate impending karate soap opera hell at work:

does daniel know it was johnny who (albeit accidentally) knocked robby out??

are we finally going to meet tory's mom?

tory and amanda are going to interact??? that's gonna be interesting, amanda is *big* mama bear.

was tory's mom a mama bear before she got sick??

is tory a mama bear for her lil bro??

are we going to see shannon keene again??

are we going to see aisha again??

is aisha going to show up at the avt as part of a different dojo??

are we going to see aisha's mom again?? sry not sry, i think abt moms a lot.

do we get terry silver doing coke? ngl, i am so here for it. give us coked up crazy terry, he's no fun if he's not ridiculously over the top.

...robby gonna do coke with terry?? nah, robby and tory are both still on probation.

this isn't a question but i am so excited for miggy to train with daniel, when do i get to see miggy train with daniel?? oh hey, ig it is a question.

can the writers pls give the female characters smth to do that doesn't revolve around romance/romantic rivalries??? i was the first fan to defend sam and tory's rivalry bc i took tory's retaliation at sam smooching miggy as the kiss being her breaking point rather than the *only* thing she was angry abt-- esp since sam represents all of what tory doesn't and cannot have-- and i felt it made sense for her character. but it looks like tory's going to end up with yet another one of sam's exes, so i'm feeling much less friendly now. not going to defend anybody if with errything else that's going on in this girl's life, the only part of her story that'll be explored is the part that revolves around romance. 🙄

is kreese going to choke out robby??

who's going to stop kreese from choking out robby??

is miggy going to be in fighting form for the avt?? he was paralyzed for awhile. and he held his own during the christmas brawl but like, this is a competition. if he does the avt, i wouldn't mind him winning again...

why do i care this much abt a karate soap opera??? smdh, the quarantine must've rot my brain.

[ddaddsprompts]

Honestly Omegaverse has quickly became one of my fav AUs after seeing what you had for it so I hope it’s not to much to ask but can I request, how would the kids react to the dads all being together in one big pack? Also if it’s ok can you also show Amanda’s reaction to her father being an Omega to all of these Alphas. Thank you!

I really, really love Omegaverse, so any prompt allowing me to write in that verse is a good one! There are some more in the inbox I’m already looking forward to writing. Until then:

🥃 Valis a grown woman, so the whole pack-thing basically doesn’t affect her at all,but you still feel like she has a right to know her father not only has anOmega now, but is also part of a large pack. Robert, after protesting for thesake of it, agrees, and so you texted Val and invited her over to Maple Bay totalk. She shows up a week later and Robert and you take her to the bar. You prepareda speech, but as always, Robert beats you to it. The moment he sits back downafter giving everyone their drinks, he throws an arm over your shoulders, pullsyou close and, as subtle as a bull in a china shop, scents your neck. Your facegoes scarlet and Robert, the bastard, delights in your reaction, nipping onyour earlobe with a grin. He stops after Val throws a peanut at his face. “Wasthat your way of telling me you finally got your shit together and bonded?”Instead of answering, Robert lifts his glass. Val clinks hers against it andtoasts in your direction. Embarrassed as you still are, you only manage a nod. “Congrats.It’s about time.” Robert glares at her, but Val doesn’t seem fazed. Robert finisheshis (non-alcoholic) drink. “But, because I’m such a good Samaritan, I’msharing.” Val’s eyebrow joins the conversation. “You’re… sharing?” Finally, youbreak out of your daze and elbow Robert in the side. He laughs, like that didn’teven hurt. “Fuck the capitalist, patriarchal notion of the nuclear family unit.We’re more old-school.” He says. “Whole neighbourhood’s bonded. We’re takingturns. But I’m his favourite.” He pulls you closer and kisses your cheek, aloud wet smooch. Val pauses, before downing her drink in one go. “What else didI expect,” she mutters to herself. “’course you can’t do normal.”“Normal doesn’t exist. If we’re being technical, large packs are normal.”Robert waves at Neil, who nods and prepares more drinks. “You okay with that,kid?” Robert’s face, to those who don’t know him well, is as blank as always, buthis worry is visible to you. You kiss his neck, feel him relax a little. Valfinally breaks the silence. “Of course I am. If it means you’re happy, I don’tcare about the details.” Robert releases a long breath of relief and kissesyour temple. “To us.”

🍸 “Mary and the kids are going to be here soon,” Joseph says, briefly interrupting his phone call. You nod, before going back to nervously chewing on your nails. It doesn’t take long before a weight makes the couch next to you dip down, then Joseph pulls you into his side. As his scent rises to your nose, the tension melts from your body and you sigh. “There’s no reason to be nervous.” You make a doubtful noise at the back of your throat. Joseph tutts and kisses your head. He spends the time you’re waiting for Mary to drop off the kids trying to calm you down, but the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house undoes all his work. Christie is the first to burst through the door; her twin follows after a second and Chris walks in behind him, far slower than his siblings. The last Christiansen kid is asleep in his mother’s arms, but is dropped into yours by said mother. Mary winks at you. “Have fun, kids, don’t do what your Mom wouldn’t do, but also don’t do what she would definitely do.” She kisses them goodbye before leaving.Once Mary is gone, the kids settle on the ground to watch a movie. After some time, Crish starts squirming in your arms. He looks at you confused, then inhales deeply, before suddenly starting to bawl. “Sssh, what is it?” No matter what you do, the toddler wo ’t calm down. Joseph takes him from you and rubs Crish’s back. “I think it might be the strange scents on you.”“Oh.” Joseph notices your dejected tone and leans in to kiss you. “Don’t worry. It’s probably just the scents of the other Alphas and once he’s used to them, he won’t mind anymore. Give it some time.” The other three kids look up at you, confused. “Why do you smell like other Alphas?” Joseph and you exchange a look. “Erm. You know how when…” You’re struggling for words. Thankfully, someone comes to your help -  not Joseph, but Chris. “Omegas can bond with several Alphas. That’s called a pack.” The twins still look confused. “How does that work?”You blush. “That’s something for when you’re older, alright? Who wants some hot chocolate?” Joseph’s question gets him four yes. As he leaves, you look down at the kids. “Is that okay for you?” Chris shrugs and turns back to the movie, while his siblings hold a silent conversation before nodding. “Dad always says sharing is caring. Why not share love too.” You laugh softly and ruffle Christian’s hair. “That’s very wise of you.” The boy smiles proudly, then focuses on the screen again.

☕ “Carmen, baby, can Y/N and I talk to you for a second?” At the affirmative shout coming from Carmensita’s room, Mat drops his gaze back to you. “Don’t be so nervous Y/N. She likes you.” You sink further into the couch. “I’m not nervous.” Mat calmly raises an eyebrow at you. “I can smell you, babe. You’re reeking of stress. It’s taking me some self-restraint not to give into my instincts.” He walks over to the couch and puts his hands on your shoulders. Instantly, you melt. “Relax. Like that, yeah. Don’t worry. She reacted well to us bonding, didn’t she?” Begrudgingly, you have to admit he’s right. The sound of footsteps makes you look up. Carmensita regards you two curiously, before flopping down on the couch next to you. “What is it, Dad, Y/N?” Mat gives your shoulders one last squeeze, then joins you two on the couch. “You know what a pack is, right? In recent days, it’s mostly just the nuclear family, so the parents and their children, but centuries ago, it was common for several of these ‘basic units’ to form a pack.” Carmensita nods. “We learnt that in class.” She cocks her head and looks at you quizzically. “Is this where you tell me that you’re also bonded to Mister Cahn?” Both you and Mat stare at Carmensita in shock. Oblivious to your surprise, she continues. “Hazel, Briar and I discovered that a few days ago. That means we’re sisters, right?” You numbly nod. Carmensita smiles brightly. “That’s so cool. I have an older sister now!” Mat clears his throat. “That’s not all, baby. It’s not just Craig, but… also the other dads in the neighbourhood. The Bloodmarchs, the Christiansens, Robert, the Hardings and the Vegas. We’re all a big pack now.” “So technically, you have lots of siblings now. Is that… is that okay for you?” Carmensita stares at you, blinking as she processes the information. Then she breaks out into a huge grin and nods. “Now I’m an older sister, too!” She giggles. Relieved, you slump into Mat’s side. He wraps an arm around you, the other around Carmensita, and pulls you both close.

🌹 "Y/N.“You instantly recognise the voice and turn around. “Hey, Lucien, whatbrings you here?” During school time, no less. The teen buries his handsin his pockets and looks down on the ground. “Are you cheating on myDad?” Gasping in surprise, you stare at him. “What? No! What makesyou say that?!” Lucien pulls a face. “I saw you kiss MisterChristiansen two days ago.”“Didyou talk to Damien about it?” The teen shakes his head. “I don’t wanthim to hurt. If you’re cheating, get the fuck away from my Dad, before he findsout. He deserves better than being cheated on.” Without thinking you reachout and wrap your fingers around Lucien’s arm. The teen stares at you,unblinking. “Look, it’s not how it looks. I’m not cheating on your Dad,because he knows.” Lucien frowns. “He what?” You planned onhaving that conversation at home, with Damien by your side, but life never workedlike planned. It seems like you’ll have to do this yourself. “I… thewhole cul-de-sac, the Dads, I mean, we’re…” Frustrated, you let go ofLucien’s arm to gesture. “I’m not just bonded to Damien. I’m also bondedto Joseph, Robert, Mat, Hugo, Craig and Brian. We’re all pack now. Damien and Imeant to tell you but-” Lucien interrupts you by holding up a hand.“You mean to tell me all of the cul-de-sac Alphas and you are in one bigpack? And Dad said yes?” Unsure of what to say, you simply nod. Lucien pullsa hand out of his pockets and runs it through his hair. “I…” Heaverts his gaze and chews on his bottom lip. “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. Ididn’t- I didn’t think you’d cheat but I saw you-” Gently, you put a handon his shoulder and smile. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m glad to see youtake care of Damien’s well-being like that.” Lucien hesitantly nods. Yourelease him again. “Are you okaywith that? Being part of such a large pack?” Lucien shrugs. “It’s notlike I’ll have to play family with the other kids.” Atyour expression, he rolls his eyes, albeit with a small smile, and gives you a dismissivewave of his hand. “Never said I won’t give it a try.” With a scoff, he turns and walks away.

🎣 The conversation with Daisy,you feel, is going to be one of the easiest. She’s a smart girl, very grown-upfor her age, and you expect things to go well. Taking advantage of the factBrian’s off to work, leaving you and Daisy alone at his house, you preparedinner for the two of you and call Daisy down from her room. “It’s good,” shesays between two bites of spaghetti. You keep the fact that it’s practicallythe only dish you can do to yourself, instead wiping your mouth and clearingyour throat. “There’s something I want to talk about with you.” Daisy puts downher cutlery and looks at you intently. After a few seconds of silence, in whichyou prepare yourself mentally, you begin to explain. “You probably alreadynoticed something is different. You’re a smart girl and it’s not like we wentout of our way of hiding it. You know I’m an Omega—“ She nods. “—and that yourDad and the others are Alphas. You probably also noticed your Dad and megetting closer and all that.”“You weren’t exactly subtle about it,” Daisy says so matter-of-factly, you can’thelp but chuckle. “Exactly. But you might also have noticed that I’m also asclose to the other Dads as I am to him. There’s a reason for that and that’salso why I wanted to talk to you. Do you know what a pack is?” Daisy thinksabout it for a moment. “It’s a large group of individuals forming a sort offamily unit. Dad, Mum and I were a pack, I think, before the divorce.”“That’s right. The family is the smallest and most natural pack everyone hasuntil they are grown-up, at which point it loosens or dissolves as the childrenform new packs. You can also form a pack with friends. Or…” You take a deepbreath. “Several Alphas form a pack around an Omega. They’re all bonded to thatOmega.” It clicks immediately. Daisy’s eyes widen. With horror you realise she looks sad. “Are… are Dad and I not enough for you?”“Daisy, sweetheart, that’s not the reason.” You reach out for her hands across the table. “Sometimes, people love more than one person romantically. That doesn’t mean they love any of the people less than the others or that one wasn’t enough. I love you and Brian just as much as any of the others.” Daisy considers your words, sniffling, but eventually nods. Unable to stay seated, you round the table and wrap your arms around her. She buries her face in your shoulder. “So I have siblings now?” You quietly laugh. “Kind of. You have two big sisters and…”

👟 “—and basically, that meanswe’re all a huge family now, but you’re not obligated to hang out with theother kids or like the other Dads, because technically speaking, the only thingconnecting you to them is me and I know in some packs, the Alphas don’t hangout with each other, but I don’t think that-““Bro,” Craig interrupts you, voice somewhere between amusement and concern.Blushing, you turn around and smile sheepishly. Behind you, River gurgles. “Wereyou practising your speech in front of River?” Your lack of reply is all theconfirmation he needs. Though he’s still all sweaty and gross from jogging, youlet him pull you into a hug and bury your nose in his neck. You’re verythankful for evolution’s ingenuity making your Alphas’ scents so soothing toyou. “It’s going to be okay, bro, don’t worry so much. The kids already knowthe others. Besides, they’re old enough to understand the whole pack thing.Biology classes and all.” He pulls a face. “Those were some interesting questions,let me tell you.” Craig shakes his head, as if shaking those thoughts off, andsqueezes you. “So relax. You got River down, only two more to go.”“To go for what?” At the twins’ sudden appearance, you want to step away fromCraig, but the Alpha tightens his grip, foiling your plans of escaping tosafety. Your glare only makes him smirk. “My bro—“ Briar rolls her eyes.“—wants to tell you something but he’s beating himself up about it.” Hazelexchanges a glance with her sister. “Is it about all the Dads of the cul-de-sacbeing in a pack now?” Silence. You splutter, “Wh- How? Who?” Hazel shrugs nonchalantly.“Carmensita. We were hanging out and she mentioned how Y/N bonded with herDad, and we kind of realised that way. We’re cool with it.” “Means more presents at Christmas.” Before you can recover from that, they’re off again, leaving you andCraig alone. You turn to look at him and blink a few times. He’s obviouslytrying hard not to laugh. You shove against his chest, but he doesn’t evenbudge, just chuckles and pulls you close again. “See, you needn’t haveworried.”

📖 Of all the kids, it was Ernest you dreaded talking tothe most. You know judging someone in an emotional time like puberty, and afteronly meeting them once or twice, isn’t right, but you can’t help yourself. He’sthe big unknown in the whole equation – chances are, though, he won’t like theidea of suddenly being swept into a big pack. Hugo suggested sitting him downand laying it all out, so that’s what you’re doing. From the way Ernest issitting leaned back away from you as far as possible, arms crossed in front ofhis chest, you’d think he’s being interrogated by the police. Your anxiety musthave been visible – or smell-able – as Hugo scoots closer so that yourshoulders are pressed together. “Do you have any idea why we wanted to talk toyou, Ernest?” The teen just scoffs and continues glaring. Not the best start toa conversation like that. “I’m not sure how far your biology course got intothe dynamics of Alphas, Betas and Omegas and whether you paid attention, but—““If you’re about to give me the birds and bees speech, I’m out of here.” Ernest’salready halfway out of his seat before he even finishes his sentence. You reachout and touch his shoulder, and he immediately brushes off your hand but staysseated at least. A quick glance over at Hugo tells you he’s keeping in hisfrustration. Taking a deep breath, you decide to be upfront. “You know I’m anOmega, right?” Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Ernest nods. “Your Dad and allthe other Dads in the cul-de-sac are Alphas. We… bonded. Now, traditionally,that’d mean you’re part of the pack too, at least until you’re of age, but ifyou don’t want anything to do…” When you see the way Ernest’s eyes went wide likesaucers, you trail off. Your instincts, the ones evolution gave you, make youwant to pull him close and comfort him, but you hold back, waiting. Eventually,Ernest breaks out of his trance. His eyes are suspiciously wet. “Okay.” Withoutanother word, he gets up and leaves. You could have imagined it, but to you, hesounded happy.

🐼 “I come home from college and there’s Alpha scent allover the house?” You startle awake from your nap and nearly fall off the couch.It’s only your superior Dad reflexes that save you from a dire fate. Even so,Amanda looks more amused than impressed as she drops her bag at the door andcrosses her arms in front of her chest. “I mean, I kind of expected it, butstill.”“Are you saying you expected your Dad to be swept up by one of the Alphas inthe neighbourhood?” You raise your eyebrows at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’daccuse you of thinking in stereotypes, Panda.” She huffs out a laugh andfinally crosses the distance, throwing herself into your arms. After a fewmoments, she pauses and takes a deep breath. “That’s weird.” Panic begins torise in your chest. Amanda, while only being a Beta and thus not possessing anAlpha’s sense of smell, still picks up on the change in your body odour. Like ashark, she hones in on it. “What is?” Amanda leans back to look at you. “When Icame in, I smelled Alpha and it smelled familiar. Kind of like cigarettes, so Ithought you fell for Mister Small’s bad boy image. But now that I’m close toyou—“ She scents you again, making you blush a deep red. “—there’s also sawdustin there? And coffee. Hints of flowers, too, though more subtle.” BecauseDamien, unlike Robert or Brian, doesn’t feel the need to scent-mark you to thepoint it’s like a perfume. Amanda knows. She’s only drawing it out to make yousuffer. With her on your lap, there’s no way to escape. Your daughter focusesher eyes on you, staring at you with narrowed eyes, critically, making yousquirm. You know you should have talked about her before just making a bigdecision such as becoming the Omega of a pack of seven, but it all happened sofast, and telling her over skype never seemed right. Suddenly, Amanda grinned.She playfully slapped your shoulder and whistled between her teeth. “Neverwould have thought my Dad had such game!” You blink. “So you’re… okay with it?” Amanda laughs and hugs you. “Of course I am! Not just because I’ve always wanted to be the big sister, but also because it means you won’t be alone when I’m not here.” Shaking your head fondly, you wrap your arms around your daughter and hug her back.

- Mod Mare

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People, November 2

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Cover: Widowed by COVID-19 -- three months after actor Nick Cordero’s death at 41 his grieving wife Amanda Kloots opens up about staying strong for their son Elvis

Page 1: Chatter -- Kate Hudson on smooching frequent costar Matthew McConaughey onscreen, Eva Mendes on raising two daughters with Ryan Gosling, Sam Smith on trying to find love online, Jennifer Hudson on the late Aretha Franklin whom she portrays in Respect, Blake Shelton on his early performances, Jennifer Lopez on bringing her daughter Emme out during her Super Bowl halftime performance 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- A PAW Patrol movie enlists A-list actors, Dexter plots its return, Dunkin’ debuts the Spicy Ghost Pepper Donut, Yes Cameron Diaz and Nicole Richie are related, Jacob Tremblay plays a young Justin Bieber 

Page 4: Contents 

Page 7: Editor’s Letter 

Page 8: StarTracks -- stars rock the remote Billboard Music Awards -- Lizzo used her speech to speak out against suppression 

Page 9: Alicia Keys, Garth Brooks, Post Malone with host Kelly Clarkson, En Vogue’s Rhona Bennett and Terry Ellis and Cindy Herron celebrated their 30 anniversary as a band 

Page 10: Tom Cruise shared a laugh with his Mission: Impossible 7 costar Hayley Atwell in Rome, Chris Rock sparked romance buzz when he stepped out for lunch with actress Carmen Ejogo in Malibu, Bella Hadid was all smiles during a Michael Kors photo shoot in New York City, Nick Cannon wore a Protect Black Women shirt to the Feed Your City Challenge COVID-19 relief event in Chicago 

Page 11: Royals at Work -- Princess Kate stopped by Imperial College in London to learn about new research on pregnancy loss and premature births, Prince William joined Queen Elizabeth on her visit to the Science and Technology Laboratory in Porton Down for their first public outing in two years

Page 12: First Look at  the upcoming comedy Superintelligence with Melissa McCarthy and Bobby Cannavale, Katie Holmes and boyfriend Emilio Vitolo Jr. went for a spin around Manhattan, Sarah Jessica Parker posed in front of one of her SJP Collection stores for a photo shoot in New York City

Page 13: Jason Derulo attended the drive-in premiere of the musical drama Clouds with his girlfriend Jena Frumes in L.A., Macaulay Culkin and girlfriend Brenda Song went for a walk with their dog on a leash and their cat in a stroller in L.A., just four months after Courtney Robertson and Humberto Preciado welcomed their son Joaquin the couple wed in an intimate outdoor ceremony at the Tlaquepaque Arts & Crafts Village in Sedona, Arizona 

Page 17: Scoop -- John Cena tied the knot with Shay Shariatzadeh in Tampa 

Page 18: Armie Hammer fights Elizabeth Chambers over child custody 

Page 20: Heart Monitor -- Keanu Reeves and Alexandra Grant going strong, J.P. Rosenbaum and Ashley Hebert surprise split, Taraji P. Henson and Kelvin Hayden engagement called off, Zac Efron and Vanessa Valladares getting serious 

Page 21: John Legend and Chrissy Teigen healing after the loss of their third child, Anthony Hopkins has found a creative to help children affected by COVID-19 -- he’s launching a namesake fragrance brand which benefits the nonprofit No Kid Hungry 

Page 22: Maren Morris’ new life as a mom, Then & Now -- Thomas Brodie-Sangster -- the Love Actually kid turns 30 

Page 25: Marlon Wayans from funny man to leading man, how Gretchen Carlson is moving on 

Page 29: Passages, Why I Care -- Lily Collins works to raise funds for vulnerable children as a GO Campaign ambassador 

Page 31: Stories to Make You Smile -- an artist spreads joy with her natural art, this dog is a connoisseur with chopsticks 

Page 35: People Picks -- The Undoing 

Page 36: Roald Dahl’s The Witches, Bad Hair, Bruce Springsteen -- Letter to You, Q&A -- Emily is Paris’s Lucas Bravo 

Page 37: The Queen’s Gambit, Hubie Halloween, Time, One to Watch -- Fargo’s Kelsey Asbille 

Page 39: Books 

Page 40: Cover Story -- Nick Cordero’s widow Amanda Kloots -- I definitely feel Nick’s presence -- her actor husband died of COVID-19 in July and now she’s staying strong for their son and finding solace in support from around the world 

Page 46: Brooke Shields -- what I know now -- the actress opens up about embracing her wage and wearing a bikini at age 55 and how she finally found true confidence 

Page 50: Missing -- help us find these kids -- whether the search has gone on for months or decades loved ones and law enforcement refuse to give up hopes of bringing each one of these children home 

Page 54: Jill Duggar Dillard -- small changes, controversial choices -- for years she followed her family’s rules without question but now after distancing herself from them the reality star opens up about why she’s changed some of her ways 

Page 58: Reasons for Hope in America -- in these uncertain times a celebration of creative people and inspiring acts and natural beauty and much-needed good news 

Page 62: Sarah Cooper -- from Google staffer to comedy star -- a daughter of Jamaican immigrants she went to work at the tech giant then her videos satirizing President Trump went viral and now she’s living her dream 

Page 64: Photographer Camilla McGrath -- candid camera -- photos by an Italian aristocrat wed to a party-hearty American offer a rare peak into the private celebrity life of a bygone era -- Mick Jagger, Yoko Ono and Sean Lennon, Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski 

Page 65: Barbra Streisand and Sydney Pollack, Audrey Hepburn and Anita Loos, Keith Richards and son Marlon 

Page 66: Jacqueline Kennedy and sister Lee Canfield, Michael Douglas and son Cameron

Page 67: Jerry Brown and Linda Ronstadt, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill and Griffin Dunne, Angelica Huston and Robert Graham 

Page 69: Cameron Dallas -- social media was a drug for me -- he was one of the first influencers to catapult to megafame but the fun soon turned debilitating and now the former teen idol reveals how he got sober and created a more meaningful life 

Page 72: Volunteer Pilots Make a Special Delivery -- puppies with a purpose -- after COVID-19 travel restrictions grounded dozens of young service dogs in training local pilots stepped up to help 

Page 75: Hollywood at Home -- Jane the Virgin star Justin Baldoni’s California oasis -- the actor-director and his wife Emily created a Feng Shui-ed farmhouse in the middle of the city 

Page 87: Second Look -- Chris Hemsworth and Elsa Pataky release tasmanian devils into a sanctuary north of Sydney, Australia 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Kristin Chenoweth -- the actress stars in Netflix’s rom-com Holidate 

[3000wordsandnolife]

Countdown To Midnight- Chapter 2

My bag was quickly taken away by a concierge, as another guided me in. Clearly the lie I had told had worked, and their desperation for tips was making them cater to my every whim. I told myself not to let this power go to my head, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t listen to myself.

“This way madam, I shall give you a tour of the establishment as the other gentleman takes your bag to your room.” The man’s accent was French, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. I had a feeling that they had chosen French staff on purpose just to seem more impressive. “Err, actually, I’d rather take my own bag up. Just leave it in the lobby, could you?” I asked, in an annoying, higher-pitched voice. I had practiced this voice before, having had to blend in and pretend to be someone else before. Luckily, it still gave off the air of general ignorance that I aimed for. The less intelligent they thought I was, the easier it was for me. How simple life must be for the stupid.

“But, ma’am, why would you want that? That would just be more strenuous for you!” The man asked, his small, curly moustache bobbing with his mouth’s movements, causing me to have to use all my willpower not to stare at it. I paused, realising that I had no reason for having him not enter the room. Of course, I wouldn’t want him seeing the package, but I couldn’t just say that, could I? In the end, I decided to do the only thing I could think of.

“I don’t trust him. There are very valuable items in there, and the last thing I would want would be some butterfingered clod dropping my bag and breaking them. I’ll take them myself.” I said snobbishly. The man was sweating slightly. “Or maybe you’d rather I went and got my money back?” I added, which sealed the deal for the man.

“Very well madam, we’ll leave it behind the desk.” He said begrudgingly, his voice giving away his annoyance. I smiled inwardly. If there was one thing I knew, it was that money was an excellent motivator. The last thing he’d want would be his paycheck getting away from him. As the two of us walked into the next room, I heard the talkers before I saw them. Across the dining room were two men, having a rather loud, yet personal conversation.

“Come on Aaron, it’s nothing to worry about. So what if your ex is here, it’s not as if he’s going to be able to ruin this weekend for us. It’s our anniversary, and I don’t care what that fat slob’s doing. This is about us.” One of them reassured the other, who I deduced was named Aaron.

“But Den, you know how he is, he’s going to get drunk and then all reminisce-y and just make everyone feel awkward. There’s plenty of other weekends, and plenty of places we can go instead.” Aaron said to Den, who stubbornly crossed his arms.

“Nuh-uh. He broke it off with you, remember? His job came first, and so he decided to leave you broken and alone. Then I found you and fixed you up. This is our time, not his, and I’m not gonna let him ruin it.” Den replied, before smooching his partner in a display of affection, which of course I looked away from. I didn’t care how happy you were, doing it in public was just showing off. Then again, that could just be my cynical, lonely side. Looking around, I couldn’t help but notice that the room was slightly… empty. I tapped the shoulder of the man in front of me.

“Um, where is everyone?” I asked him.

“It’s a very slow week for us this week. Only sixteen guests until next Friday.” The man responded, before turning back to the other guests. Only sixteen people? That was a little odd. Surely a hotel as big as this place would be a lot more packed, right? I shrugged it off as nothing, which it probably was. Maybe this was just my lucky week. “If you would like to sit down at a table, lunch will be served in about five minutes.” The man said to the rest of the guests. I watched as they spread out, noticing the couple’s efforts to keep away from another man, who I could only assume was the ex that Aaron had been referring to. I turned away from them, trying not to focus on their dead-end relationship, and saw a bespectacled woman sat by herself. She was petite, and her brunette hair was neatly straightened and tucked behind her ears as she pored over the book she was reading. Having seen nowhere else to go, I walked over, and sat at the same table as she was on. Noticing my arrival, she closed her book and looked up. There was a moment of silence, where I felt as if she was trying to read about my life simply from the clothes I was wearing.

“Hello.” She said simply, breaking the silence abruptly. I was caught off guard, and it took me a second to come up with a response.

“Hi!” I finally managed to say, extending a hand. “I’m Rose. I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.” The woman ignored my outstretched hand.

“Claire.” She said, reopening her book. There was another awkward silence, during which I put my hand back down. “I can’t get a read on you.” Claire finally said after some time. “On the one hand, you’re telling the truth in certain aspects, but on the other hand, you’re definitely lying. If not with your words, then by the way you act.” I was stunned. This was the first time my disguise had ever been seen through. “But then again, it’s not as if it’s done maliciously. You have an air of deliberation around you, as if it’s just part of your job.” Claire looked up at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask about yours if you don’t ask about mine.” She smiled, as if having told a joke. Except this was a joke I needed explaining to me. She returned to her book, and I examined the front of it. It was a book about quantum mechanics written by someone I won’t even attempt to remember.

“So do you just read that to look smart, or what?” I asked, cracking a joke, which was rare for me, but for whatever reason, I wanted to find out more about Claire. She looked back up at me, her eyes peering over the rim of the book.

“I’m not actually as smart as being able to do things like this. Soon enough, however, I will be.” Claire responded. “I have a PhD.” She added, in a tone that made it seem as if it was bragging. “I didn’t ask.” I responded passively.

“Well, you kinda did. You know, if you’re trying to flirt with me, you’d better have better wine than this. I don’t know what sort this is, but it tastes like rotten grapes.” I felt myself blush slightly at her comment.

“Actually, I think most wines taste like grapes, because they’re made from grapes.” I said, saying the first dumb thing that came to my head in an attempt to avoid another pause.

“I more meant that it was just utter shite. But never mind that, here comes Melvin.” Before I could ask Claire who Melvin was, I was quickly introduced to exactly who Melvin was.

“Well hello pretty ladies!” The voice of Melvin was comparable to the sound that a fork makes when you scrape it along the bottom of your plate by accident. Not the first, accidental time, but the second, irritating time when you’re trying your best not to do it, and yet you screw up and manage to accidentally do it anyway. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself, did I?” He outstretched his arm and offered his hand, which I reluctantly took, after which it was vigorously shaken. “I’m Melvin, Melvin Gracewell, owner and head of science at Gracewell Industries.” I wasn’t surprised by his status. I imagined most of the people in here were well off in life.

“Rose Harvey. In-between jobs at the moment, but taking a week off courtesy of my parents, who are just such darlings.” I said in my fake voice. Glancing at Claire, I saw her raise an eyebrow, and I cursed as I realised I had been talking to her in my regular voice. Seriously, what was it with me and her? Looking back at Melvin, I saw he had produced a card as if from nowhere.

 “Take one of these, and call me in the morning.” He said with a wink, making me want to recoil in my chair. “If you’re decent at your work, Gracewell Industries will be able to find a place for you.” I took the business card, and made a show of putting it into my purse. I neglected to tell him that I was most likely going to forget about it immediately, and then not use it anyway.

“Mel, leave her be. Not everyone wants to be a scientist, you know.” Claire said, as if this was a conversation she had with Melvin regularly. Melvin realised what he was doing and backed away slightly, rubbing the back of his head with an apologetic expression.

“Heh heh, sorry about that, I sometimes get a bit carried away with my work. It’s my whole world, you know. I was brought up into a family full of scientists, and so I had to continue the Gracewell legacy. I think I did well, if I do say so myself.” Melvin’s words were going in through one ear and out through the other. I was barely registering that he was even speaking, scanning the room to look at the other guests. There was a couple that was most likely going to have troubles, from what I could see. The wife was excitedly moving around, while the husband was sat stoic and stiff, clenching the tablecloth. I imagine it was taking all of his effort to not shout at her in public, and I had a moment where I remembered my own parents doing such a thing. I quickly shut it out. They were dead now, so who cared how badly they treated me. There was another person sat by herself, and this one I recognised. It was Amanda Valentine, a well-known model and advocate for women’s rights, and a tiny bit of a role model as I grew up. She had gotten old, however, and it was showing. She must have been in her fifties by now, but somehow she still managed to have an air of decadence about her. Counting everyone in the room, it came to sixteen, so I guess the staff member had been correct. “Oh, it looks like the food’s coming!” Melvin’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I glanced at the door to the kitchen. Sure enough, waiters were coming out, laden down with dishes with those silver plate-coverers that you only usually see in TV. One of them came to our table, and placed three platters down, taking the lid off of them one by one. It was some sort of soup, and the rich, creamy aroma filled the air quickly. I had to say, it seemed pretty good.

“Tomato and pumpkin bisque? Good lord, I haven’t had this in years!” Melvin exclaimed. I was beginning to get the feeling he just didn’t know how to stop speaking. I had no idea how Claire coped, but if I was going to enjoy my week here, I had to remember to try and stay away from him as best as I could. I took the spoon from the table, and gingerly lifted a spoonful of the food to my mouth, gently blowing away the steam rising from it, and quickly swallowed. It burned slightly going down, and was incredibly rich, a lot more so than most of the food I’d been eating for a while. One spoonful immediately made me feel full. Nonetheless, I kept eating, not willing to give up anything that tasted this good. A waiter came and poured some wine into my glass, and I drank it quickly, making sure that I seemed like the type of person who did this thing regularly. Not that it mattered, since Melvin was in his own world and Claire had already seen through my disguise, but didn’t seem to care. When everyone had finished and the waiters had took our empty dishes away, I sat back, once again going over the room. The couple that were most likely not going to last were talking, the man seeming disinterested in everything she was saying. Aaron and Den were laughing away, quite the contrary to the previous ones, and I glanced over to the man who I had suspected was the ‘evil’ ex. He was quietly reading a newspaper and drinking tea. Huh. Maybe those two were overreacting after all. Though from their personality, it wouldn’t surprise me. Because of how close he was sat to our table, I heard every word of the conversation that went down between him and his tablemates.

“So Jim, how’s life in the force treating you?” One of them asked the ex, who I now knew to be named Jim.

“Pretty good Wendell, if I say so myself. I’m actually an officer now, instead of one of those sissy community support officers. Not that there’s anything wrong with those guys, but it’s like comparing store-brand to name-brand. One of them is actually made with proper chocolate, and that’s the officers.” Jim responded, flicking over to another page in the newspaper. His muddled metaphor confused me, but I guessed his point was mostly just to shit on the smaller group. “I tell you, I had this guy come in off his tits on drugs, and I just laughed and pointed him to one of the lower rankings. My life’s been made a whole lot easier.” So Jim was a police officer. Add another name to the list of people I want to avoid.

“So what do you do then?” The third person asked, echoing the question I had. “Up until now, dealing with petty thievery and drunken brawls. It had been too long since a good shootout. But now, I’m cruising around and getting involved in drug busts. I tell ya Frank, it’s the life.” Jim responded. “But seriously, is this your newspaper? It’s shit! You really can’t expect me to do an interview for this, can you?” He added, closing the paper and tossing it onto the table. Frank looked unsure of himself.

“Well, we’re the number 3 most read in-” Frank began, before being cut off.

“Do I look like number 3 material to you?” Jim said, getting close to Frank.

“If anything, he’s number 2 material.” Claire muttered to herself, just loud enough for Jim to hear. He looked over to the table, and stood up. God damn it. He strode over, towering over all of us.

“You got something to say, missy?” Jim said, his bristling moustache quivering over his lip. I quickly intervened, then even more quickly began to regret it.

“Hey, it was just another conversation we were having. I’m really terribly sorry about the misunderstanding!” I said, letting out a faux-laugh, attempting to convince him. “I missed the part where I asked you.” He said simply, before turning back to Claire.

“I said, you’re a piece of shit. Go on and take out some of that internalized anger on me, and get your arse kicked out of here faster than you can say well this was a mistake.” Claire refused to back down, her posh accent doing well to help her hold her own.

“Oh for Christ’s sake Jim, what the hell are you playing at?” The voice of Aaron chimed in from across the room, and Jim pretended to not hear it. Aaron quickly made his way over to Jim, and tapped him on the shoulder. “Come on now, you’re drunk, and we both know how you get. Just apologise to the lady, and I’m sure she’ll apologise back.” “No I won’t.” Claire said stubbornly. “Not helping, honey.” Aaron used the word honey as if it was one of the biggest insults he could come up with. “Honestly, it’s as if you’re trying to cause an-” Before Aaron could continue, he was interrupted. “Excusez-moi, is there an issue here?” The waiter asked, walking up to the table. Everyone’s eyes went to Jim, as he stood there in silence.

“No.” He said, simply and finally, before walking away. Frank and Wendell looked at each other hesitantly, before following him. I pitied those two. God knows what they were here for, if not Jim.

“Geez-Louise that was certainly a kerfuffle. Sorry about that.” Aaron said, before extending a hand to Claire, who quickly rejected it, and then to me. “Aaron Hemsin.” He introduced himself. “Rose Harvey.” I replied back, before the name began to ring a bell. “Wait, that name sounds familiar.” I added.

“It should do, I’m an actor!” Aaron responded happily. Den walked over, and Aaron wrapped an arm around him. “And this is my life partner, Den Erics. We met on stage, and we just couldn’t be separated since.” “Hi.” Den said, before turning back to Aaron. “Listen, I’m gonna head up to our room. I’ll see you there, okay?” Aaron nodded at Den, who pecked him on the cheek and walked out.

“You know, I think I’d better head to my room as well. Make sure it’s all up to standard and stuff.” I said, trying to leave.

“Well, if you have to, then I guess we’ll see you around!” Melvin said, breaking his uncharacteristic silence. Judging from his personality, he probably had problems with bullies as a kid, so it didn’t surprise me that he had clammed up when he needed to speak. I made my excuses, got up, and walked out of the dining room. There were still a few people I didn’t know, but that wasn’t my goal, so I didn’t care. Getting into the elevator, tugging my retrieved suitcase behind me, I pushed the button for the fourth floor, and stood in silence as I went up. I was just glad it was only a week I had chosen to spend here. These lot weren’t exactly the type of people you’d choose to hang around with for an extended period of time. Claire was okay, though. I still wasn’t sure what it was about her, but she seemed like someone I could be honest with, strangely enough. Must have just been something about her. The elevator dinged, and I stepped out, walking to the 13th room. Room 413. I used my keycard, and the door swung open, the lights flicking on automatically, which was a nice touch. The room was quite pretty, though it lacked the usual things seen in a hotel like a balcony, or even large windows. The ones here were like normal house windows, barely enough to be able to fit through, never mind be able to see a whole cityscape through. Though the biggest thing that stood out was what was on my bed. Sitting there quite plainly, as if it were a mint left on the pillow by housekeeping, was a brown, rectangular box, quite inconspicuous in design. I wasn’t going to open it, but I knew it was what I had come for, so I opened my bag, took out a bottle of alcohol to make space, and slid it in. I then drank some of the alcohol straight from the bottle, regretting it a millisecond later. With my lunch threatening to resurface if I treated my body any worse, I laid down in the bed. It was quite comfy, and almost against my will, I felt myself slipping into a slumber. Before I could forget, however, I sat up and zipped the bag shut. No reason to see any suspicious packages, even if they came into my room. Lying back in the bed with a sense of accomplishment, I did what I hadn’t done since I was a child, and let myself nap.

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2016 FEST HAS ENDED...

But fear not, McSpirk fans, for your moderators are already making plans to bring you a 2017 Fest. Stay tuned to our blog for news of upcoming rounds, reminders of - and any changes on - how to participate, and a few announcements concerning exciting new features!

In the meantime, please take a moment to give a round of applause (and a kind word!) to all our Creators of 2016, to whom we owe many thanks for gifting us with McSpirk fanfiction, fanart, and fanmixes throughout the year.  In case you missed some of the amazing works from the final round, Christmas and New Year’s, or the handful of back-filled Previous Round prompts, see below the cut to catch up.

Fanmix

Prompt:  There’s a good chance that the Enterprise won’t make it back to any Federation planet, outpost, or starbase for the holidays. Worse yet, subspace communications are down so no one can contact their loved ones off ship. Cue the Captain trying to raise the spirits of his crew with his handy boyfriends at his side to help.

Fill: cheery christmas by @movingplant

Art

Prompt:  Kid!AU. Amanda, Sarek, and a young Spock are on Earth during the Christmas season because Sarek has some Ambassador duties to attend to. Amanda would like to expose Spock to some of her human holiday traditions including being charitable. She brings Spock to the Christmas party thrown by the local hospital for the young children that will be stuck there for the holidays. Amanda used to do volunteer work there and has stayed in touch with some of the staff which included one David McCoy. David McCoy brings his young son Leonard Horatio to the Christmas party because some of his patients are among these kids. David and Amanda introduce the boys to each other and leave them to hang out together. And yes one of the sick kids is a young Jimmy Kirk.

Fill: Fanart by @sofluffygonnadieeee

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Prompt:  Jim is trying to decorate the USS Enterprise “Christmas Vacation” style (i.e. National Lampoon movie). He puts holiday lights and other Christmas decoration articles everywhere. The crew soon begins to join him, except for Spock and Bones. They find his actions illogical (Spock) or “completely bonkers” (Bones), but nonetheless endearing. Although as the situation gets out of hand, Bones and Spock have to find a way to stop the others.

Fills: Fanart by @sleepymccoy with Bonus Art here

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Prompt:  Startfleet’s annual New Year’s party or a New Year’s party of some kind. Kirk encourages Jaylah to try champagne. Spock gets mildly drunk on chocolate. Bones and Spock each kissing one of Kirk’s cheeks when the countdown ends.

Fill: Fanart by @kaztial-does-art

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Prompt:   It’s the attack of the ugly sweaters!  Jim buys one for each boyfriend, and Leonard and Spock can’t say no.  Bonus points if Jim bought them matching sets, including mittens, hats, and scarves.

Fill: Fanart by @boomdeyadah

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Prompt:  (AOS) Spock reminisces about Christmas celebrations with Amanda on Vulcan/Earth. Jim and Bones decide to help him celebrate this year just like with his mom. They contact Sarek to find out if any of Spock’s christmas stuff is still around (like his stocking) and to also invite Sarek to come celebrate with them.

Fill: Fanart by @cocoamocha

Fanfiction

Prompt:   Spock vs. McCoy and/or Kirk, who are armed with mistletoe and/or the idea that you have to kiss someone at midnight on New Years’ Eve.  AOS or TOS.  Put your own spin on it.  Is Spock eager?  Is he unwilling?  Does he want to pretend he’s unwilling, but he’s actually curious?  Can they even tell how he feels about it all?  Is he manipulating McCoy right into his arms while pretending to be uninterested in anybody but Kirk?  Does Kirk know how Spock feels about McCoy?  Does Spock retaliate against them both with Vulcan traditions of his own?  Are the traditions real, or did he invent them just to mess with his friends?   Maybe Jim’s a sneaky puppetmaster pulling both Spock’s and McCoy’s strings… with the goal of getting them both right where he wants them.  Basically just manipulative scheming holiday triumvirate action with some first-time smooches (and possibly more) at stake.  X-D

Fill: Fanfic by @regulationblues

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Prompt:   It’s almost Christmas, but things look less than rosy on the USS Enterprise. Some weird mission, a mysterious plague, victims - not many, but still victims - before the CMO can come up with a cure. Jim doesn’t take it well and takes it out on Bones, much like with Spock’s blindness - hard words are exchanged. Nothing new but this time, something really got under Leonard’s skin - some of his Captain and lover’s accusations really broke something. On the next mission, down to a snowy, quiet uncharted planet Bones goes with the team but something is amiss. Kirk coughs awkwardly, reaching out. Spock a silently disapproving shadow looming over his shoulder. “Bones, you… I didn’t think you would agree to come, after all that mess.” Bones smiles a weak smile, a defeated smile. “Of course I agreed, Jim,” he says softly, “I will still follow you to the end of the universe and back, ten thousand times. But as your doctor - and your doctor only. I don’t think my heart can take being with someone for whom I’ll never be enough again.” Then he steps in the transporter, beams away, Captain and First Officer losing each a beat at his back. Five hours later, McCoy goes missing on the planet…

Fill: Fanfic by @greensarek

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Prompt:  Jim tries to teach his boyfriends how to ice skate. One of them is a natural. The other…really isn’t.

Fill: Fanfic by @waywardconsultingtimelady

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Prompt:  Spock and Bones get stranded in the middle of a snowstorm. Spock has to try to keep Bones from succumbing to hypothermia while Jim slowly loses his mind trying to find them both

Fill: Fanfic by @captainsandraclassof2029

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Prompt:   Coffeeshop AU! Jim is a barista near a popular science academy. All year, he’s watched two professors come in, grade together, and talk quietly. They’re Jim’s favorite customers, always patient enough for a little chat before their coffees and generous with tips. For Christmas, he’s determined to play cupid for the pair. Little does he know they’re already a couple and equally infatuated with him.

Fill: Fanfic by @drmcbones

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Prompt:   After Bones is kidnapped by a figure from Kirk’s past, he and Spock must deal with how exactly they are going to get their boyfriend back in time for dinner. Modern Cop AU

Fill: Fanfic by @goldberryintherushes

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Prompt:  Leonard has a date for the crewmen’s Christmas party. He’s kind of happy about that because he wasn’t looking forward to going by himself again. Strange thing is, though, he’s getting mixed reactions as people find out - especially when they automatically assume his date is either the Captain, the First Officer, or both and he has to correct them. Even worse, Jim and Spock suddenly seem intent on making certain he is too busy with work to go to the party. Why, Leonard wonders, can’t he catch a break? Bonus points if the date is one of Leonard’s staff who is hardly surprised to be accosted by an unhappy captain and Vulcan when the news breaks.

Fill: Fanfic by @starfleetdicks

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Prompt: My mom’s friends celebrate both Christmas and New Years Eve on New Year’s Eve. Anyway everyone brings presents and the presents are put into a bag. Someone wears a Santa hat and holds the bag. Someone else spins a bottle, who the bottle lands on gets to take a present out of the bag. Also they can trade presents with someone else. The trio hosting the above ‘spin the bottle to pick a present’ thing for the crew. The New Years part doesn’t have to be included, if it is that’s nice but I’m more concerned about the present part. Extra points if it’s Kirk’s idea and Bones grumbles about wearing the hat. I’m fine with TOS or AOS or a crossover of the two.

Fill: Fanfic by @tildytwo

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Prompt:  Bones ends up cursed somehow on Christmas day, and is told that he has to receive true love’s kiss by New Year’s or he’ll die. He thinks this is impossible, because he’s already in love, but neither Jim nor Spock will ever love him back. Rather than freaking out and trying to fight his fate or force love where it doesn’t exist, Bones just decides to make the most of the last few days he has with Jim and Spock, without telling them anything. They stay up together to usher in the new year. Spock and Jim are happy, and Bones is happy just being with them one last time. And then Bones collapses…

Fill: Fanfic by @iwillstaywiththemforever

Special: Previous Round Fills

Prompt:   The triumvirate take Joanna trick or treating. Special appearances by Ben, Sulu, and Demora for hella bonus points but not required.

Fill: Fanart by @waywardconsultingtimelady

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Prompt:  Vampires/werewolves are real. And OF COURSE Jim Kirk is one.

Fill: Fanfic by @starfleetdicks​

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Prompt:  Okay, basically I need a fic with Spock and Jim taking care of a recovering Bones after the usual mission-gone-downhill-and-selfless-heroism routine - all drenched in Halloween-y feels. The boys being stuck in some gloomy planet full of weird stuff, the trio going on shoreleave in a Autumn-y lodge to make Len rest and finding trouble, ghosts hunting the Enterprise, it’s all good really, as long as there is a lot of overprotective Captain and First Officer, cuddles and loved Bones. Extra point for hurt/comfort details, of course.

Fill: Fanfic by @drmcbones​

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Solo Stars at the Golden Globes: Where Were Sofia Vergara, Reese Witherspoon, and Carrie Underwood’s Hubbies?

Sofia Vergara, Carrie Underwood, and Reese Witherspoon flew solo on the red carpet at the 2017 Golden Globes. (Photos: Getty Images)

Lots of celebrity couples enjoyed date nights at Sunday’s Golden Globes with Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively, Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel, John Legend and Chrissy Teigen, and Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard being some of the most buzzed-about pairs. But some famous better halves didn’t make it to the big show and we got to the bottom of where they were…

Sofia Vergara is fresh off 12 different vacations with hubby-of-one-year Joe Manganiello, so she probably didn’t mind going her own way on Globes night. She sparkled solo at the event — and had some girl time with Priyanka Chopra at the Warner Bros. and InStyle afterparty (to talk about their equally glitzy outfits).

It was a Joe-less night for Sofia Vergara. (Photo: Lester Cohen/WireImage)

So where was Joe? It was Sunday during NFL’s post-season and the Pittsburgh Steelers were still alive, so it was no big mystery as to the whereabouts of Deathstroke. He was in his hometown with his brother enjoying the game — and a Steelers win. He even got to go on the field, so we doubt he was sweating missing another awards show.

#Repost @nickmanganiello ・・・ One down…

A photo posted by Joe Manganiello (@joemanganiello) on Jan 8, 2017 at 2:03pm PST

Reese Witherspoon was a vision in yellow (again!) on the carpet and took us through her prep process on Instagram. One of the best Boomerangs of the evening was her little Champagne shimmy. But she wasn’t sipping solo at the show. While she posed solo for the photo pool on the GG red carpet, and arrived holding hands with Nicole Kidman at the HBO bash, her talent agent husband of nearly six years, Jim Toth, was on the scene — both at the awards show and the parties.

Reese and Jim Toth hit up the HBO afterparty – and sat together during the awards show. (Photo: Jeff Kravitz/FilmMagic for HBO)

Carrie Underwood‘s plus-one seemed to be that bulky, frilly neckline on her dress, which people had strong opinions about. So where was Mike Fisher? On the ice. The pro hockey player is the captain of the Nashville Predators and they played the Chicago Blackhawks in Chi-Town on Sunday night.

Number 12, Mike Fisher, in action last night. (Photo: Chase Agnello-Dean/NHLI via Getty Images)

FTR, Fisher probably wishes he was in Hollywood. Not only did his team lose 2 – 5, but he was injured during the game after blocking a shot, though he later returned to the ice.

Sarah Paulson once again celebrated a big win without her love, Holland Taylor, by her side. (Taylor didn’t accompany her to the Emmys either.) The People v. O. J. Simpson star’s date for the night was her old friend Amanda Peet, a co-star from way back in their Jack & Jill days. While the pals shared a smooch on the red carpet, Peet is married to Game of Thrones honcho David Benioff.

Sarah Paulson brought old pal Amanda Peet as her date. (Photo: Getty Images)

And Holland, who is currently starring on Broadway in The Front Page (no nights off, folks!), gave Paulson a few Twitter shout-outs.

A shimmering, spectacular, singular sensation…!!!

— Holland Taylor (@HollandTaylor) January 8, 2017

Holy Christmas! https://t.co/sLMLUFDoeB

— Holland Taylor (@HollandTaylor) January 8, 2017

And after she won…

Again… How not?

— Holland Taylor (@HollandTaylor) January 9, 2017

While Kaley Cuoco posed for some solo shots on the red carpet at the Amazon party, she wasn’t running solo. Her boyfriend, Karl Cook, was most definitely her date for the evening.

Kaley Cuoco stuck by Karl Cook’s side all night. (Photo: Getty Images)

The Big Bang Theory star’s man was also by her side as she got ready for the event — and, um, showed off her golden globes. (Her wording, not ours.)

Heading to the Golden Globes with my golden globes ????????????good job team! @bradgoreski @daniela_viviana @jamiemakeupgreenberg @christinesymondshair (and Mr Kc)

A photo posted by @normancook on Jan 8, 2017 at 6:21pm PST

Sarah Jessica Parker was with her fake braids and without her husband, Matthew Broderick, last night. After nearly 20 years of marriage (this May!), she often hits the red carpet without her mister, often bringing along another date (Andy Cohen?) instead. But let’s be honest, she couldn’t have swirled in her dress on the red carpet if she had a date last night. And that was some swirl.

SJP worked the red carpet without a date. (Photo: Steve Granitz/WireImage)

And while some solo attendees headed home right after the show (we’re looking at you, Carrie Underwood), SJP got her party on. She was pretty adorable hanging with Nicole Kidman and Reese, whose dates were off doing their own thing, at the HBO party.

Felicity Huffman and William H. Macy are always a cute pair at these kinds of events (like they were at the Critics’ Choice Awards in December), but this year (and last) she was nominated and attended the show solo. It’s unclear why he wasn���t there to support her (maybe he was miffed he wasn’t nominated for Shameless? Or didn’t want to talk about the Emmy Rossum-Shameless pay drama?), but on the red carpet the American Crime Story actress talked about how he made drinks for her — and her glam crew — while she got ready.

Felicity Huffman was without William H. Macy – and her wedding ring – for the second year in a row. (Photo: Steve Granitz/WireImage)

On the red carpet, she said her secret to looking so young is “probably  being married to William H. Macy” and when asked if their (nearly) 20 years of marriage were happy ones, she replied, “Very much so.”

Jenna Dewan had a night out without “Chan,” hubby Channing Tatum…

Jenna Dewan partied without Channing. (Photo: Frazer Harrison/Getty Images)

But she was definitely on his mind because he posted a nude photo of her on Instagram earlier in the day while she was napping.

Nap time = The Best Time ????????????

A photo posted by Channing Tatum (@channingtatum) on Jan 8, 2017 at 7:20pm PST

And finally Ryan Gosling. Last night he gave a sweet mention to his “lady” Eva Mendes during his acceptance speech, but they have never walked a red carpet together — and are very rarely photographed in the same frame — so expect to see them out together at an event … never.

Now check out some of the pretty pairs who hit the show together:

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How Ayesha Curry, Khloe Kardashian and Extra Celebs Hearth Again at Mommy Shamers

Movie star mothers will not be right here in your essential feedback on their parenting abilities. From Jessie James Decker to Khloe Kardashian, stars are clapping again on the criticism they obtain on social media. This week, Ayesha Curry clapped again at a troll who left a hateful comment about her kid’s look. On Tuesday, Might 21, Ayesha shared a household picture on Instagram, during which she’s holding 10-month-old son Canon W. Jack Curry. Within the feedback of the image, one social media person wrote, “Are you pregnant once more?” “completely not LOL,” Ayesha replied. “My 30 lb son is simply breaking my again in each picture.” However then one other social media person determined to go away a essential remark about her son, which didn’t sit properly with Ayesha. “If that child is 30lbs he is received some critical well being points occurring,” the Instagram person wrote. After seeing this remark, the creator fired again, “excuse you? No. Simply no.” And Ayesha, Jessie and Khloe aren’t alone, let’s check out extra celebs who’ve clapped again at mommy shamers! Instagram / Khloe Kardashian Khloe Kardashian The Good American co-founder, who’s mother to True Thompson, is so over the hateful commentary on her parenting abilities. In an interview with  E! Information’ Zanna Roberts Rassi, Khloe Kardashian defined that she acquired criticism for going to a charity occasion with out her daughter. “I used to be at a charity occasion final weekend and I am actually making an attempt to lift cash for most cancers analysis and I am getting annihilated for being someplace on a Sunday,” Khloe instructed Rassi. “I am like, ‘She’s along with her dad, you a–hole. Like, what would you like me to do?'” Instagram Jana Kramer After sharing a video of her daughter having a mood tantrum on the dinner desk, Jana Kramer acquired essential feedback on social media. The singer and actress then took to her Instagram Story to fire back, saying, “You do not know, you do not reside on this home, you do not know what is going on on. Please do not inform me why my kid’s appearing that means. Thanks.” Instagram Ayesha Curry Ayesha Curry just isn’t right here in your essential feedback about her household. After posting a household picture to social media, one Instagram person commented, “Are you pregnant once more?” In response, Ayesha wrote again, “completely not LOL. My 30 lb son is simply breaking my again in each picture.” “If that child is 30lbs he is received some critical well being points occurring,” one other Instagram person wrote. After seeing this remark, Ayesha clapped back, “excuse you? No. Simply no.” Article continues beneath BACKGRID; Instagram Candice Swanepoel Mommy shamers went after this Victoria’s Secret mannequin when she was noticed absorbing the solar’s rays simply weeks after giving start to her second son Ariel. In a message shared to her Instagram tales, the South African stated, “That is me 12 days after having my son. In case you have one thing dangerous to say about it… Verify your self. Society may be so merciless to 1 one other. Magnificence requirements are typically inconceivable for girls lately. I’m not ashamed to point out my post-partum tummy, I’m proud truly. I carried my son for 9 months in there, I believe I’ve earned the appropriate to have a bit of tummy.” She completed her assertion by reminding her followers, “Girls, we’re all on this collectively, be variety to one another.” Instagram Kourtney Kardashian Whereas on an action-packed vacation in Italy, this scorching mama needed to take a break from her sunbathing to right an Instagram person who questioned the place the Disick kids have been. “My son was taking the picture, and the opposite two have been sitting a desk throughout from me. Thanks a lot in your concern,” the 39-year-old clapped back. Actually, the seaside getaway was in honor of her daughter Penelope‘s 6th birthday. The proud mama instructed her Instagram followers, “My little birthday ladybug makes my coronary heart extremely full every single day. So in awe of her.” Instagram Chrissy Teigen In yet one more mommy-shaming saga, the mother-of-two was criticized for not taking enough care of her son Miles, with one Instagram person commenting, “He does not look to (sic) proud of the solar in his eyes.” And, sassy as ever, Teigen replied, “He instructed me he loves it.” The drama does not finish there. The 32-year-old was later accused of being a foul instance to her daughter Luna when she pretended to steal from a Sephora retailer, which prompted the cookbook creator to make a disclaimer: “EDIT: DO NOT EVER STEAL OR PRETEND TO STEAL YOUR FRIEND’S @THEOUAI TESTERS IN FRONT OF EMPLOYEES. ONE, BECAUSE IT’S WRONG, BUT TWO, IT WILL STARTLE EXTREMELY ANNOYING PEOPLE INTO BEING EXTREMELY OFFENDED ON THE ‘GRAM.” Article continues beneath Evan Agostini/Invision/A Brittany Aldean Whereas on trip within the Bahamas, Jason Aldean and his spouse got here underneath hearth for leaving their child at residence, simply months after his start. So the brand new mother took this as a possibility to teach the haters, saying on Instagram, “Only a phrase of knowledge for all of the parent shamers… holidays are okay for brand spanking new dad and mom to take. Typically after being pregnant for nearly a yr, cooped up in a home for weeks at a time, you want a bit of sunshine and grownup time.” “When you do not agree with one thing, please… do me a favor and unfollow me. You’ll not be missed,” Brittany stated. Instagram Kendra Wilkinson In an emotional publish, the 32-year-old defended her actions—like playing video games drunk—within the weeks following her divorce from husband Hank Baskett. She instructed her Instagram followers, “I bust my ass off as a human being. I work, pay payments, handle 2 children and love them to the fullest plus making an attempt to handle myself via all of it is a 24/7 job. I do not know what the f–k a few of u haters assume u know however you higher get your heads checked as a result of your assumptions based mostly on photos and clips of exhibits make u straight up delusional.” “I drink to have a good time solely and I take pleasure in my mates. At some point I will get the credit score I deserve for all of the exhausting work I do however til’ then I will preserve doing me,” the star completed. Instagram Christina El Moussa Most just lately, the Flip or Flop star was criticized for a photograph of her toddler standing by the pool. The Instagram person claimed she was not accusing the star of being a foul mom, saying, “Nobody is a hater, however as a mom it’s scary to have a toddler being that near a pool!” The designer, who has come underneath mommy-fire earlier than, rapidly clapped again, “OMG 1. It is a seashore entry if he fell in it is solely a foot excessive, he could be okay 2. It is not his first time in or across the pool, however thanks in your “concern” aka judgment 3. AND most significantly I’m proper there and might be to him in Three seconds SMH at this …..!!!!” Article continues beneath Khloe Kardashian/Instagram Kim Kardashian After the truth star posted about North West‘s first swimming lesson again in December 2013, a Twitter troll snarked on the E! star, writing it was good to see mom and daughter collectively “for a change.” Kim tweeted proper again, “U sound so ignorant. Bc I do not tweet or instagram my each transfer w my daughter means I’m not along with her 247? We share what we would like. Or is it bc I’m going assist my fiance at each present & I publish pix? When the child goes down Four mattress or a nap, dad and mom are allowed 2 work & assist one another, perhaps even have enjoyable too.” Jordan Strauss/Invision/AP Kristin Cavallari In 2016, the previous actuality star took warmth on social media from individuals who thought her sons looked too thin in an image she posted of them of their swim vehicles. “Yep, I starve my kids. Simply blocked the most individuals I’ve ever blocked in my total life. Completely happy 4th hahaha,” she tweeted; the previous Laguna Seaside star adopted later with, “I really like that persons are sending me articles in regards to the risks of being a vegan. Perhaps ship it to somebody that is truly vegan.” Chrissy Teigen/Instagram Chrissy Teigen After coping with tons of mommy shaming, John Legend’s woman love, who had at one level switched her Twitter feed to non-public, preemptively addressed mommy-shaming points when she posted a video in 2016 of Luna with the caption, “We miss you, papa!! Cannot wait so that you can come residence! (Sure she has rosy eczema cheeks, sure we’re taking good care of it, no it isn’t a gluten allergy, no it isn’t our make-up, no it isn’t from our fragrance, sure she’s only a child).” Article continues beneath Hilary Duff/Instagram Hilary Duff The actress/singer someway stirred up controversy when she posted a photograph smooching her son Luca, which many took situation with. She finally replied “For anybody commenting {that a} kiss on the lips with my four-year-old is ‘inappropriate’ go forward and click on a fast unfollow along with your warped minds and judgment.” kolini pictures Amanda Stanton “I do not usually like to handle the trolls/mother shamers … however it’s so uncontrolled!” the Bachelor in Paradise star started within the message posted to her Instagram Story in June. “I might prefer to take a second to make clear initially that my children DO have a father that’s a part of their life. They spend time with him too. So if you happen to see a photograph of me with out my children one weekend and remark one thing like ‘mom of the yr’ or ‘wow should not she be along with her children?’ Effectively, there is a VERY good probability that I can not be with them as a result of they’re with their dad.” Stanton and her ex-husband of three years, Nick Buonfiglio, share daughters Charlie and Kinsley. Instagram Sarah Stage Whereas pregnant along with her second little one, the Six Pack Mother hit again at “ignorant” physique shamers, who took issue along with her match being pregnant kind. In August, the social media star, who was 7-months-pregnant, wrote, “Our our bodies are actually unbelievable & I really feel blessed to have the ability to develop one other wholesome child within me! I select to remain constructive & I symbolize anybody who has handled doubters, trolls & bullies. It feels nice to show ignorant individuals mistaken & even higher to know that every one you must do is imagine in your self and belief your individual instincts.” Article continues beneath Instagram Jessie James Decker “You already know, it’s form of exhausting typically since you really feel like you must filter what you publish in some methods,” Jessie revealed to E! Information in August. “I will by no means publish an image of my children of their automobile seats anymore as a result of I will get schooled on how I am not doing it accurately or it turns into this argument.” She continued, “I am not going to publish photos of them within the backseat consuming their snacks. It is not value it anymore—you ruined it!” Michael Loccisano/Getty Photos Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi The party-loving Jersey Shore alum and mom of two took to Instagram earlier this yr to fireside again at individuals who criticized her parenting, a day earlier than Mom’s Day. “So pleased with my little woman! ,” she wrote, alongside a photograph of her carrying her little woman inside a gymnasium, the place the kid had taken half in a children’ dance recital. “(As an alternative of not posting my children for the individuals who respect and admire their images , I’ll flip off the feedback part. I do not want a–holes telling me easy methods to elevate my little one and decide them. I am a rattling good mother and know what I am doing. Effectively more often than not.),” Snooki continued. Instagram Kim Kardashian “So I took a photograph of Saint and he was sitting ahead and they also say for his age, he must be rear-facing,” Kim stated in a video posted on her app in August. She’d been criticized on-line for the seat’s place. “However what individuals did not know is that Saint is now the load and the peak requirement to sit down forward-facing.” “Saint truly weighs greater than North,” Kim stated about her and Kanye’s eldest little one, 4-year-old daughter North West. “If that’s plausible, he does, and it’s wild,” she added. Article continues beneath Rochelle Brodin/Getty Photos for Haute Dwelling Jada Pinkett Smith Again in 2012, the actress was criticized for letting her daughter Willow Smith lower her hair and she or he took the chance to show individuals about feminine empowerment. “The query why I’d LET Willow lower her hair. First the LET should be challenged,” the actress wrote on Fb. “It is a world the place ladies, women are always reminded that they do not belong to themselves; that their our bodies will not be their very own, nor their energy or self dedication.” “I made a promise to endow my little woman with the facility to at all times know that her physique, spirit and her thoughts are HER area,” she added. “Willow lower her hair as a result of her magnificence, her worth, her value just isn’t measured by the size of her hair. It is also a press release that claims that even little women have the RIGHT to personal themselves and shouldn’t be a slave to even their mom’s deepest insecurities, hopes and wishes.” Rick Diamond/Bravo/NBCU Picture Financial institution by way of Getty Photos Kim Zolciak-Biermann “My candy, sensible, motivated princess @arianabiermann she has the most important [heart] and is much more lovely on the within and also you LOW LIFE assholes who’ve the audacity to make your impolite feedback, ‘she lastly misplaced weight’ ‘she lastly got here into her personal’ WTF is mistaken with you!” the Do not Be Tardy star wrote when individuals commented negatively abut her daughter Ariana‘s weight in 2015.   “You’re the drawback with society. What possesses you to sit down behind a pc and write a adverse remark?!!!! are you able to think about if you happen to took the time to write down one thing constructive or nothing in any respect how great this world could be!!! You permit my child alone she is a toddler!!!! Bought it!!!” Do not miss E! Information each weeknight at 7, solely on E! https://www.eonline.com/information/1043921/how-ayesha-curry-khloe-kardashian-and-more-celebs-fire-back-at-mommy-shamers?cmpid=rss-000000-rssfeed-365-topstories&utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=rss_topstories The post How Ayesha Curry, Khloe Kardashian and Extra Celebs Hearth Again at Mommy Shamers appeared first on Kartia Velino. https://kartiavelino.com/how-ayesha-curry-khloe-kardashian-and-more-celebs-fire-back-at-mommy-shamers/

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Yahoo Is Right Now A Portion Of Vow.

This is an account concerning a "bad"woman as well as a trustworthiness man. . Jantur was a young boy as well as Menur was actually a lady and also they possessed different individualities. Symbolically, the rhyme reveals the distress from youth and the love of The lord to his youngsters as a papa. All the kids recognize they can easily talk to us anytime about everything.

These are the kinds of women the therefore named "beta guy" should pursue, they are actually on the market (if you live in areas like LA, San Francisco, Stumptown etc they are actually just about everywhere) simply be sure you dress properly since these girls like individuals who are elegant, no professional denims baseball hats as well as flip disasters. I went down on her, I consumed her for hrs, I sucked her major breasts eliciting groans and I played the lady, letting her enter me, enjoy me, break me. When she had actually come for the umpteenth opportunity, our team each went to sleep in a deep-seated, tired slumber. " Gals will be actually girls?" I do not think thus. Neither perform our team say factors like, "She only cannot help herself." I have actually heard parents from daughters so likely say factors like, "She's just so rambunctious!" However, in my expertise, many people presume girls, as a class, can regulate themselves better, a lot faster, more completely, and that boys have a more challenging time. I Experience Pretty (April 30, 1967) - The account from an ugly female called Amanda (conducted by Jim Henson) which aims to come to be beautiful and also attempts to alter her appeals making use of a self-help manual if you want to get the love from Conrad Passion (also performed through Jim Henson ). Mert coming from the La Choy commercials and also Fred off the Kern's Bake shop commercials appear as Amanda's friends where they were actually carried out through Jim Henson and Chamber Pot Juhl (that likewise voices the storyteller) while Frank Oz performs the puppeteering. I have actually experienced a great deal of lesson discrimination in my life, beginning with prejudice versus on my own as a youngster growing up on a London housing place through my school good friends, later on being told at the grow older of 10 that I might no more have fun with the gypsy kids that lived in the industry responsible for the healthcare facility where my mama operated as a nurse practitioner, as well as more just recently below in Australia with the second training class treatment being dolled bent on our single mommies and also seniority pensioners.

In some cultures the 18th birthday party is a time twojapielegnacja16.info from excellent metaphysical enlightenment and also the moment when young people will definitely journey to their adult years. After the sealants were applied, the oral aide hardened (tempered) the sealants by radiating a blue light on all of them. The show attracted a determined 73 million customers, during the time a record for United States television which will be actually cracked 3 years later on due to the collection finale of The Criminal The Beatles observed Ed's program position introduction, carrying out" All My Loving ";" Till There Was You ", which included the titles from the team members laid over on closeup tries, consisting of the well-known "SORRY GIRLS, HE is actually WED" caption on John Lennon; as well as" She Likes You ". The act that adhered to Beatles in the broadcast, magician Fred Kaps, was pre-recorded so as to allow time for a complex collection change.

Then the character conditions in hallucination that in the time that the toys were actually brand-new the Little Kid Blue, after establishing the toys, smooched this as well as sleeps excellent evening. I mean are actually just negative boys are white? The kids enjoyed from the top of capital, the boys encountered the black oral cavity from the tunnel.

If you have actually truly obtained your center set on that infant blue operator (that'll match our Ice Blue DS Lite!) you can easily choose one up in Asia on Nov 1. The ladies left after blowing some flying embraces at me and Mistress Victoria got into. The primary sex-related captivation of the internet girl is along with adorable, pretty, androgynous kids.

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One of the big ‘Feature points’ in my sharmoota fic (If it ever gets finished Im so sorry) was/is that Michael let his hair grow, longer than what he can get in game and during a girls day with Amanda (they become bffs after the divorce), they head to a rave to get Tracey back from her most recent dodgy bf and wind up joining the party since Franks already come to the rescue (Sub plot is them getting close to dating while he’s trying to win back his ex because Frank is hella complicated too) and taken her to his place for some Fame Or Shame and Chop smooches.  The scene is cheesy but sorta meaningful when Amanda points out how comfortable M must be to be in a crowd with his hair so long and messy and fucked up from the beach air and running around looking for their daughter, its like happy/sad/hella emotional to see how much he’s changed and happier Mike seems since coming out/getting his life semi on track.  It’s one of those finals, like she hasn’t just love her husband, she’s lost HER Michael, She’s love the man she fell for while T’s got a semi revamped version of his Michael, if not a little fatter, more prone to crying and eating all the ice cream.  You get it, the idea is hella sad

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From Ellen to Gus Kenworthy: A history of gay kisses on TV

Olympic skier Gus Kenworthy may not have had a medal-winning show on the slopes Sunday (Feb. 18), but he did score a solid-gold moment when he gave his boyfriend, Matt Wilkas, a quick kiss at the bottom of the hill.

The embrace was caught live on TV by NBC as part of their Olympic footage, quickly went viral — and proved to be a milestone for a young man who, as a youngster, never “dreamed of seeing a gay kiss on TV at the Olympics.”

Didn’t realize this moment was being filmed yesterday but I’m so happy that it was. My childhood self would never have dreamed of seeing a gay kiss on TV at the Olympics but for the first time ever a kid watching at home CAN! Love is love is love. pic.twitter.com/8t0zHjgDg8

— Gus Kenworthy (@guskenworthy) February 19, 2018

Although perhaps the first gay kiss televised from the Olympics, Kenworthy and Wilkas’s smooch is not the only same-sex one that’s been showcased on TV. Here’s a rundown of 10 more famous gay kisses that have made history on the small screen.

L.A. Law, 1991

When actors Amanda Donohoe and Michele Greene moved in for a lip-lock on this episode of L.A. Law (the moment builds at 26:40 in the clip), the scene marked network television’s first lesbian kiss on screen. It was an undoubtedly daring moment — even for a show with a history of pushing the envelope — but NBC reported “really mild” response from viewers.

Roseanne, 1994

Roseanne Barr never shied away from controversial topics in her hit series, and touched upon gay issues several times on the show over the years. In this particular episode, Mrs. Conner herself receives the kiss from Mariel Hemingway, who plays a lesbian stripper at a local gay bar. The network, ABC, noted that viewers by and large reacted favorably, finding the episode funny.

The Real World, 1994

The late Sean Sasser and Pedro Zamora were one of TV’s landmark gay couples, with their relationship being explored on MTV’s hit reality series. The couple’s exchange of vows during a commitment ceremony — which included, of course, a kiss — was the first ever broadcast on U.S. television.

Ellen, 1997

Ellen DeGeneres made history by coming out in both real life and on her sitcom, Ellen, in 1997. In the sitcom, Ellen’s character got hot and heavy with several men; however, in the show’s final season, she finally got to make out with women. In the video above, her evolution can be seen.

Dawson’s Creek, 2000

Dawson’s Creek holds the distinction of presenting the first “passionate” kiss between two men on prime-time television. Passionate indeed is a fine way to put it, as this kiss was nothing if not juicy: Actors Kerr Smith and Adam Kaufman move in for what can only be described as a full-on sexy smooch, with the camera locked on their lips (zoom to 1:10 in the video above).

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 2001

This show was one of the first mainstream programs to portray an ongoing lesbian relationship. The actual visual representation of it took some time, however. The closeness between actors Alyson Hannigan and Amber Benson unfolded gradually, with a natural-feeling kiss occurring during an emotional scene in the fifth season.

MTV Video Music Awards, 2003

Although neither Madonna nor Britney Spears identify as gay, their surprise, attention-grabbing kiss at the 2003 VMAs instantly was hailed as a fantastically outrageous moment, and became one of the most iconic images in awards show history. Poor Christina Aguilera is largely left out of this entire scenario, but her part should not be forgotten.

The American Music Awards, 2009

Unlike Britney and Madonna, American Idol alum Adam Lambert does 100% identify as gay, and he spiced up the 2009 AMAs by laying an open-mouthed kiss on a male dancer during his performance of “For Your Entertainment” at the AMAs. It was indeed very entertaining, but caused Good Morning America to cancel his appearance on their show the following day.

The Fosters, 2015

ABC Family’s The Fosters, a show focusing on the story of a lesbian couple and their family of biological and fostered children, made TV history by showing two 13-year-old male characters in the youngest-ever gay kiss on screen. This one perhaps warranted a little special handling due to the ages of the actors, but overall captured that adolescent feelings of excitement, confusion, and awkwardness are not limited to any boundaries.

Orange is the New Black, 2015

Netflix’s prison drama has shown off plenty of lesbian kisses, with perhaps one of the most poignant between actors Taylor Schilling and Laura Prepon as seen above.

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