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rovinky · 4 years ago

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thank you @sleepy-skittles i definitely needed this after yesterday's awfulness

I wasn't sure what to write for this at first but I think I finally figured it out - this is longer than I thought it would be oops, maybe I should put it on ao3 idk

Rovinsky + “this isn’t our actual first kiss but it is our first important kiss”

The first time he ever kissed Kavinsky it had been after a race.

Gansey hadn't wanted him to go but he'd been feeling an itch burn beneath his skin. He'd needed to crawl out of Monmouth and away from morality for the nighty came for him a second time, Ronan shoved him again, and again, and again, until his fingers curled in Kavinsky's tanktop and he dragged him in for a kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke and bitter alcohol swathed over his tongue and the smell still makes him a bit woozy even now.

After the first kiss, they'd parted and didn't speak of it again.

The second time he kissed Kavinsky had been during a substance party.

Gansey hadn't wanted him to go but he'd been feeling an itch burn beneath his skin. He'd needed to crawl out of Monmouth and away from morality for the night. He'd arrived at Kavinsky's party where he'd been asked to produce a substance.

"Here's your fucking substance, asshole," Ronan growled before laying a wet kiss on Kavinsky's mouth before he could protest.

He can still remember how the boys' jeered all around them. How Kavinsky's body stiffened and then relaxed in his arms. His own flushed reflection staring back at him in Kavinsky's mirrored shades when they parted.

For a second time, they parted and didn't bring it up again.

The third time he kissed Kavinsky had been in a dream.

They met in his dream space, standing together in the woods. Kavinsky had grinned at him, wild and boyish. His shades were gone and for once, Ronan couldn't tell if Kavinsky was inebriated. All he knew was he'd laughed and said, his voice teetering into derisive, "You want to kiss me so bad."

The worst part was Kavinsky was right. He rolled his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Kavinsky's slim waist. He felt Kavinsky press something into his hand and when Ronan woke and could move again, he'd shifted his gaze to his palm to see what it held.

A small little orb hovered over his palm. Inside, Ronan could see galaxies swirl. Their own little secret.

The fourth time he kissed Kavinsky had been much later. After high school, after Adam graduated from Harvard, and when they both moved to Boston to chase Adam's career. He hadn't expected to see Kavinsky ever again after a falling out their senior year of high school. He never expected Joseph Kavinsky to become a part of his life again.

Boston wasn't exactly where he thought he would be calling home either but Adam had found a job in the city and Declan had moved in with his artist girlfriend Jordan in the same area. Despite his claims of hating Declan, Ronan could never quite shake his need to be around family.

So, Ronan made a life here.

At times, he would travel around to the country to escape the city's oppressive atmosphere, working on farms and volunteering his time at animal sanctuaries. He made friends with a girl named Hennessy on accident while Adam was at work. They hit it off when she hopped into his car and told him to drive, drive, drive.

Afterward, they ended up in the apartment he shared with Adam and she laughed hysterically when she found out his name. "Ronan Lynch?" she'd cackled. "Your Declan's brother."

They'd bonded even further when they both found out they were dreamers.

A night of dreaming left them both buzzing and wanting, feeling drunk without having to drink, they winded up in a tattoo shop. Proclaiming they would get matching tattoos, even if Ronan had no intention of letting anything on his body match someone else. Hennessy was taken off to one room and Ronan to another where he'd come face to face with a boy - now a man - he hadn't seen in six years.

Joseph Kavinsky gave him his second tattoo.

Joseph Kavinsky also gave him his third tattoo and fourth tattoo. Ronan kept returning for more ink and Kavinsky's talented hands.

"You want to kiss him again, don't you?" Adam had asked one night after Ronan spent hours talking about Kavinsky's shop.

Maybe he did but he quickly denied it. Adam only smiled at him; the kind of smile which left him feeling stripped despite being fully dressed.

"It's okay if you do," Adam whispered. "I'm secure in us."

Ronan returned for a sixth tattoo and they were at the shop until past closing. Kavinsky locked up once they were done and Ronan stole the fourth kiss. He pressed him against the BMW and kissed fast.

"What are you doing?" Kavinsky had asked.

He didn't know. They parted again for the fourth time but unlike the other times, this last one haunted him. It followed him around and entered his dreams.

Hennessy told him to just fuck Kavinsky and get it over with. Adam told him to ask Kavinsky on a date and get it over with. Gansey told him he really needed to focus on himself and get over it.

Ronan could not get over it.

Which is how he ended up standing out of Kavinsky's shop, staring at the Open sign, and trying to talk himself into walking in. It's been two weeks since their fourth kiss - not that he's been counting.

He takes a step closer to the shop and then backs off, before pacing back and forth in front of it, until the sound of the door opening makes him freeze and spin around. Kavinsky stands there, his head tilted to the side, looking ridiculously kissable in the afternoon sun.

"Lynch? What the hell are you doing?"

Ronan stammers, wishing he could formulate words but they're failing. He knows two languages and can't even formulate one sentence.

Kavinsky raises an eyebrow. "Is it your tattoo?"

"No," he finally manages. "No- the tattoo is great." He rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his scuffed combat boots. "K..."

"Yes?"

He wants to ask Kavinsky out but he has no idea how to do it. Of course, Adam had been the one to kiss him. Then, they'd just started being boyfriends; there had never been an 'asking out' process. Everything had just happened.

"Look, I have clients coming..." Kavinsky starts but Ronan steps in and kisses him again to shut him up.

There's a moment where Kavinsky stands there, stunned, not kissing him back but then they both relax into it and Kavinsy releases the door so they can step into each other's space. They kiss hungrily until they're both breathless and pulling away for air.

"Shit," Kavinsky gasps. He reaches up to touch his lips, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

Ronan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a matching miniature galaxy sphere and places it in Kavinsky's palm. "Text me."

Their parting less like shrapnel now and more like waves longing for the return to the shore.

A text comes later in the evening and Ronan practically dives for his phone which if Adam had been home, he'd be fairly embarrassed.

-> so about that kiss

Ronan's heart flutters as he types back, glad Kavinsky stole his number from his paperwork. Of course, he's never changed his number, maybe Kavinsky still had it from Before.

<- yea?

-> are you sure you want to do this? are you sure you want to get to know me? pretty sure you hated my guts at the end of hs

<- i did but tbf you were a piece of shit

-> thanks

<- so was i

-> we both were

<- i suck at apologies man so idk if you're wanting one or what

-> i'll take another kiss instead

<- when?

-> whenever you want to give it to me

Ronan chews his bottom lip and sends Kavinsky a final text, asking him to come over. He sends over his address and mentally makes a note to tell Kavinsky everything.

About Adam. About their life here. About their agreement. They can make it work.

The sixth time, arguably the first important time happens six months later. Sunday, the shop is closed, and they're standing in The Insitute of Contemporary Art, staring at artworks by an artist Hennessy is currently obsessing over. The rain outside is partially what drove them indoors to start with but Ronan supposes it kills two birds with one stone.

"I don't get it," Kavinsky says while he tilts his head back and forth.

"I don't think you're supposed to." Ronan turns away from the art so he can look at Kavinsky instead. He studies Kavinsky's profile, his sharp nose, and soft lips. The way his brow creases together while he looks at the painting.

"Pretty sure it's supposed to be about something important- Ronan-." Kavinsky gasps when Ronan turns him to face him. "You almost knocked me on my ass."

"You're fine," Ronan replies. He presses his forehead lightly to Kavinsky's, squeezing his hand where he holds Kavinsky's smaller one in his own. "I'm gonna say something and you're going to think I'm insane."

Kavinsky rolls his eyes. "Are you going to say you like this painting because it's fucking ugly."

"I love you."

Kavinsky blinks, clearly looking like he needs to reboot. "Excuse me?"

"I know it sounds insane but I do, I love you." Ronan blushes, wishing he hadn't spoken at all. Telling Adam he loved him had happened quickly and with ease because he knew it to be true. Now, he's standing at the precipice of loving someone else, someone he'd never expected to love but he does all the same.

"You don't have to say it back," he adds quickly. "I don't expect you to... I just wanted you to kno-." Ronan cuts off because Kavinsky is kissing him. They kiss in front of a Jeff Koons which he's sure Declan would shudder at and he knows Hennessy will laugh at. They kiss until Ronan feels dizzy and when they part, he almost has to sit down.

"Fuck," Ronan whispers.

Kavinsky's face is flushed and he clears his throat, slowly turning to look at the painting again but Ronan feels him squeeze his hand subtly. "So, what do you think this means again?"

Ronan smirks and squeezes back. "I think it fucking sucks but let's go ask Parrish."

Hearing Kavinsky laugh is enough to make everything worth it.

#sleepy-skittles #rovinsky #pynchinsky #trc #the raven cycle #joseph kavinsky #ronan lynch #kinda au idk #i'm considering it not in the cdth era because the trilogy is ongoing #my fic #my writing #sorry this got long fuck

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Internal Disputes ch.6 (baon)

Summary: Something strange is afoot. Edge isn’t sure what, but he can guess he isn’t going to like it.

Notes: Here we go, last chapter. Who's up for a little easing of that ongoing angst, yeah? Add some more comfort to that hurt.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Stretch didn’t know when Red left them. Truth was, he didn’t even remember falling asleep; one moment he was laying in Red’s lap and the next thing he knew he was waking up to a firm knock at the front door.

Snugged up almost on top of him, Jeff stirred, blinking sleepily as he sat up and there was no telling how long they’d slept curled up together on the sofa like a coupla lonely oversized hamsters, but it must’ve been a while because the light outside was coming in through the opposite windows.

That firm knock came again on the front door, shit, and Stretch untangled himself from Jeff and started shambling over.

“Wait, let me get it!” Jeff tried to scramble past him and for a second, Stretch didn’t get it. Until he did, and he could only shake his head in weary exasperation. This was what he got for letting Jeff go work at the Embassy with Red and Edge, he should’ve gotten him a job at the Bun Bakery where superhero tendencies didn’t go much further than rescuing cinnamon bunnies.

“don’t you start with the overprotective bullshit, andy,” Stretch caught the tail of his shirt and yanked him back, ignoring his yelp. “the door has a peephole and i’ll look, but my guess is ninja assassins don’t generally knock.”

Jeff nodded sheepishly, but he still crowded in close as Stretch checked out the front porch. It was a Monster that Stretch didn’t know, the curling tentacles that made up their ‘hair’ pulled back into a neat ponytail, but they were dressed in the same generic suit that all of Asgore’s personal bodyguards wore, so it wasn’t much of Jeopardy question to guess who sent ‘em. Last Gyftmas, he’d sent them all Ray-ban sunglasses, and gotten a politely worded ‘thank you’ letter back. He still wondered sometimes if they’d gotten the joke.

It couldn’t be bad or Asgore would have come himself. Even if Stretch had been a dick to him earlier, he would have—Stretch opened the door a little, poking his skull out, “yeah?”

“Good afternoon,” they began formally, in a calm, fluting voice, “apologies for disturbing you, I’m sure you’re busy--”

“can we cut to the part of the speech where you tell me what you want?” Stretch interrupted tiredly, “because if you’re selling vacuums, i’m not interested. i’ve been having a hell of a day, and i’m not up for giving a golf clap for the effort.”

The Monster only nodded, and that bland expression shifted to faint sympathy. “Yes, of course. I came to tell you that the Ambassadors’ plane will be landing in about an hour and if you’d like to accompany me to the airport, you can meet them there.”

“seriously?” They must’ve taken off the moment he and Tori got off the phone to get back home so fast and Stretch wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Tori said they were all okay, but wouldn’t the authorities want them to hang around for a while after an incident? That was the vibe he always got about police bullshit, unless…unless they needed to get back to Ebott because this was where they kept the Monster hospital. Or maybe it wasn’t safe to stay, that could be it, right? He didn’t know, could keep guessing all day but the Monster in front of him was waiting for his answer with a bland smile that didn’t reveal shit.

Anxiety was churning inside him, not much he could do about that, but maybe it was time to channel a little Edgy-calm. He’d been living with Edge for a while, and this wasn’t exactly the way he’d imagined trying out a little roleplaying, but fuck it, worth a try.

If it was Edge here, he wouldn’t go borrowing trouble; he’d head over to the airport and wait patiently to see what the fuck was going on.

Patience might be asking a bit much of his acting skills, heading over to the airport wasn’t. He’d never been to the airport himself, there wasn’t much point. All those movies that showed happy couples meeting at the gate with flowers and kisses were a load of bullshit as far as Stretch knew. All that shit was on the other side of the security checkpoints these days and Edge always told him he preferred to come home and get his kisses there rather than down at the basement levels, surrounded by grouchy travelers in the dirty baggage claim.

He thought Edge might be proud of the way he nodded and said evenly, “yeah, i’ll come.”

The Monster nodded placidly. “I can take you now, if you like. It’s already been cleared through Security.”

Which meant Red was doing the voodoo that he do so well and thought it was safe enough. Good to know. Stretch glanced down at himself and grimaced. His clothes were made up of about 75% wrinkles and 25% moldering grape juice, not exactly the best reunion outfit.

“let me change real quick?” Stretch asked. They nodded and made no move to come in, so he closed the door. Only to nearly walk right over Jeff, who’d been practically plastered to his back the whole time.

“I’m coming with you,” Jeff said stoutly. Even with everything running down the tubes around him, Stretch couldn’t help smiling a little. Jeff wasn’t a big guy and he looked about as fierce as one of those little weenie dogs, but Stretch would bet his favorite lighter that nothing was gonna pry him away, certainly not one of Asgore’s goons. Kid was loyal and that was a fact.

“i wouldn’t even try to leave you behind, handy andy,” Stretch told him sincerely. He waited until Jeff nodded and then shortcutted upstairs directly into the closet, not even bothering to try the stairs. The sleep helped but his soul still felt raw and bruised, aching faintly in his ribcage. That meant everything else ached too, and as comforting as sleeping next to Jeff was, the sofa wasn’t really great for extended cuddling.

Eh, but he might’ve been weird about it if Stretch suggested going upstairs to the bed. Humans were awkward about that shit, and Jeff might’ve agreed just to make Stretch happy. Better to stick with what he knew wouldn’t wig out his best bud.

As he pulled on a fresh sweatshirt, he wondered glumly if he’d be taking another trip to visit Alphys’s lab for a deeper peek at his soul. That his visits to the therapist would be going back to twice a week for a while wasn’t even a question, but he didn’t much want to think about it right now. Now, all he really wanted was to see Edge. Tori’s reassurances were nice and all, but he wasn’t going to believe it until he had that asshole in his arms.

When he came downstairs, Jeff was attempting to clean up the stains the grapes left on the carpet when Stretch dropped the bowl. He wasn’t making much progress, the faded purple splotches looked like a Rorschach test. Butterfly, Stretch decided, but Edge would probably only see a dirty mess.

“I put the grapes in the fridge, they seem okay, but I don’t think this is going to come out,” Jeff said apologetically.

Edge was gonna have a fit but that’s what happened when you ditched on your anniversary and almost got blown up for fuck knows why. Only the darkest humor lurking in Stretch thought that little joke was funny, but hey, he was a tough crowd for himself today.

“don’t worry about it,” Stretch told him, helping him to his feet. “edge probably has a secret formula to shout it out.” And if thinking about Edge grumbling while he scrubbed the stain made a flare of affection rise in his soul, welp, that was probably only a sign of what an idiot in love he was.

The car was sleek and black, one of those fancy ones with a glass partition in between the back and front seats. There was a mini-fridge and lots of buttons, and normally Stretch would have made it a mission to push every single one of them because one of them had to be an eject button, had to be.

Today he buckled up and let his head drop back against the rich Corinthian leather seats. He was still tired and the only food he’d had today was less than a handful of grapes. Edge would have a fit if he knew, he would be in the kitchen in a flash to stir something up, bitching at him the whole time that it wasn’t good to go without meals and could he go for five minutes not thinking about Edge, it wasn’t fucking helping and--

“andy?” Stretch said, low.

Jeff, who’d been exploring the buttons that Stretch ignored, jerked guiltily. “Yeah?”

That anxiety was rising, clenching in his chest and making it hard to breathe, “can you talk to me?”

“Um. Sure,” he bit his lip, considering, “About what?”

“anything,” Stretch swallowed down the pleading that tried to leak out, “make my mind shut up for a little while.”

A warm human hand settled over his own, squeezing gently. “I can do that. Okay, check this out, back when I worked at Classic Books, we had this guy who would come in every once in a while. He was a little odd, but a nice guy, and he’d usually hang for a while to chat. Anyway, this time he comes in and--”

Stretch closed his sockets and listened as Jeff rambled on about the grueling adventures of retail customer service, telling him about the guy who’d dreamed about a book and thought somehow Jeff should be able to find it.

Before he could find out how the quest for ‘the blue book with gold writing about Jesus riding dinosaurs’ ended, he felt the change of speed from the car leaving the expressway. The airport was right off the ramp, but they didn’t go through the main loop where Delta and American Airlines hunkered and instead, they were directed to a hanger off to the side.

He wasn’t really surprised. Money talked, sure, that was part of it, but for reasons of sheer practicality the Ambassadors always took a private jet. Not like many of them were going to fit in coach and even first class would be asking a bit much of Papyrus and Edge’s knees, along with Toriel’s girth.

The car pulled up in front of a single building off to the side that looked brand-spanking new. When Generic Driver and Bodyguard led them to the door where two of his huge brethren stood with unsmiling solemnness, it proved to be comfortably warm inside, with furniture that included a table set up with coffee machine and a plate of sandwiches in plastic wrap. One of the squashy chairs held Asgore, who was still dressed in his weekend casual. He was holding a coffee cup that looked comically small in his large hands. Red was sprawled out on a sofa and he gave the two of them a mocking little salute as they came in.

“c’mon in, join the party. get something to eat, honey bun,” Red called, “came right from the embassy cafeteria, it’s good stuff.”

“from the embassy cafeteria?” Stretch grimaced. He’d eaten there a couple of times and if he’d been allowed to review it on his twitter, it would have gotten a 5 on the barf scale. “you sure it isn’t poisoned?”

“The food quality has greatly increased since Edge hired Hussain to take over leadership,” Asgore said quietly. He didn’t look up from his coffee cup, probably afraid Stretch was gonna spit in his face, but his anger of this morning seemed distant as a fading dream.

“hussain? from the beanery?” Stretch poked one sandwich with a long finger even as Jeff inspected the supposedly-tasty largess hungrily. “edge didn’t tell me he did that.”

He’d noticed Hussain’s absence at the Beanery, but only in the periphery, vaguely assuming it was his day off or maybe he had class. No one else mentioned it to him, either, probably thought he already knew. Why hadn’t Edge told him—

Red only snorted, interrupting his unraveling thoughts, “he prolly forgot, he don’t have time to tell you all the shit he does. quit fussing and eat a sandwich, brat.”

Not the worst advice he’d had today. He grabbed a random one and took a seat on the empty sofa. It turned out to be some kind of curried salad. Pretty good, but his magic seemed reluctant to incorporate it, letting each chewed bite sit for too long until he was close to choking. He managed to gag down about half, ignoring Red’s beady look. Next to him, Jeff scarfed down his own and when Stretch handed over his leftovers, he took it without question. At least someone should get a decent meal.

Asgore didn’t look like he was going to take on that role. He only sat with his too-small coffee cup, staring into the depths of it without taking so much as a sip.

The room was so painfully quiet, Stretch wished there was a radio or a television or a fucking mariachi band. Anything so he didn’t have to sit here in this smothering silence. A quick check of his phone showed there wasn’t a single message or missed call, definitely not his normal. He suspected that a little gremlin somewhere was holding back his messages, but all Stretch could work up about that was reluctant gratitude. Let the frantic texts and well wishes come later when he could better deal with it.

He hesitated over the twitter app and decided not to open it yet, tucking his phone back away.

No one spoke, all of them surrounded in a choking hush only broken by a sofa creaking whenever someone moved or the occasional shuffle of a shoe. Waiting was not one of Stretch’s strengths, coupled with his lack of patience and his feeble endurance and half those noises were from him squirming around.

The furniture was probably perfectly comfortable in reality, but to Stretch it was about as cozy as sitting on freshly hardened cement. He shifted, crossing and uncrossing his legs, picking at his shoelaces and wishing he’d thought to grab the pack of smokes Andy gave him earlier. Smoking was the best timewaster he’d ever had to miss, and his magic was pleading for a nicotine fix.

That Asgore was sitting right there made it impossible not to look at him, not unless Stretch wanted to close his sockets like a toddler, tempting as that was. Every involuntary glance revealed tired unhappiness tempered with worry, and it wasn’t a king

(murderer)

sitting in this little waiting room, nothing of the cheery, dignified ruler. This was someone whose ex-wife and kid were nearly killed, someone worrying about friends and family, and Stretch was unfortunately very familiar with that.

The muted, aching hurt in his own soul wanted to reach out, to offer what comfort it could, and finally, Stretch gave in and did. Because he knew would make Edge happy.

“i talked to tori,” Stretch said, slowly. He didn’t have his lighter, nothing to fidget with and instead kept his eyes on his hands, picking at his knuckles. “she said everyone is okay.”

Out of the corner of his socket, he saw Asgore nodding slowly. “I haven’t spoken to her directly, but all the information we have thus far is clear that there were some injuries, but nothing critical.”

Critical was a horrible word and as soon as he could, Stretch was starting a twitter campaign to have it ripped out of the dictionary.

“do we...i mean…” His fingertip slipped and dug in too hard against his knuckle, sending a sprinkle of dust into his lap. Next to him, Jeff made a soft, stifled sound of dismay and reached over to take his hand, stilling him. Giving in to those overprotective instincts he was starting to take on, but Stretch let him, ignoring the tiny throb in his finger. “do you know what really happened yet?”

“not yet,” Red interrupted, all laconic ease as if the coiled tension in him wasn’t practically dripping from him like a leaky faucet. “got ‘em all on radio silence until they get back. right now, looks like just your basic monster hater attack that got lucky, but it ain’t nothing that’s been even a blip on our radar. i don’t like that shit, but the useful info is low to the ground yet.”

“yeah, sure,” Stretch muttered unhappily, “i get it, i don’t have clearance.”

A sharp kick against his shin made him yelp and Stretch jerked up to stare at Red in disbelief, who only glared back. “as soon as i know what happened, you’ll know,” Red said bluntly, “you deserve that. and if my bro doesn’t tell you, i’ll do it myself.”

“i…okay,” Stretch stuttered out. Asgore made no protest of that, only took a sip from his probably ice-cold coffee.

Red relaxed back against the sofa cushions. “for right now, we’re keeping communication on the down low until i can talk to everyone face to face. they’re out of range of monster cell towers and i ain’t taking any chance of anyone listening in.”

That made sense, it did, but some part of him still didn’t believe that Red of all people didn’t have an inkling of what happened. Or maybe it was too frightening to think it, Red knew everything, he was The Spy, and he only needed an eye patch over his cracked socket to cosplay as Nick Fury. That and a hovering base of operations, maybe Sans could get on that—

The muted roar of an engine interrupted that rambling thought and as one they turned towards it.

“They’re here,” Asgore shifted his weight, starting to stand, but Stretch was already on his feet, shortcutting outside to watch the plane taxiing towards them.

It seemed to take forever and if he’d ever taken a gander at the inside of that plane, Stretch would’ve shortcutted inside, fuck security protocol. He didn’t know how Red was resisting the urge. But he stood next to Stretch, impassive as ever as they waited while a crew of Humans wheeled a ramp up to the door and it finally opened.

The first one off the plane was Blue, and Stretch’s soul skipped a beat as his brother never hesitated, running down the ramp directly towards him as he cried, “Papy!”

Catching him as he flung himself at Stretch was automatic, the same as he’d done a hundred times before in Underswap and all the wrenching emotions Stretch had been bottling up since Red showed up in his living room that morning finally slipped its cork. Drowning in a crushing wave of guilt and relief, he hugged Blue desperately tight, burying his face into his shoulder and breathing him in.

“hey, bro,” Stretch whispered hoarsely. His arms ached from the force of his grip, holding Blue as he’d never been able to after the resets, never able to show him the depths of his grief. Blue didn’t so much as squirm in protest, clinging just as tightly. His suit was rumpled, his tie missing, and he smelled like smoke mingled with the burnt sickly-sweet remnants that came from straining magic to its limits. “don’t do that to me again, okay?”

“I never meant to do it the first time,” Blue choked out. He drew back, Stretch reluctantly letting him lean away, and his smile was tremulous. There were dark shadows beneath his sockets where none had ever been, like a week’s worth of lost sleep, but not quite. Bruises, Stretch realized with shivering horror, Blue had the skeletal equivalent of two black eyes, but the soft blue-yellow lights within were shining stars, “Come on, Edge should be next. I know you want to see him.”

Heavy guilt filled him, followed by a ghostly memory of his brother weeping that he missed him, was it possible that was only a couple days ago? But Blue only squirmed down from his arms and pulled him over to the ramp, his warm smile nothing but sincere.

A back appeared first, not Edge’s but a Monster that Stretch vaguely recognized as part of the entourage. He was guiding a gurney down the ramp and Stretch could only watch mutely as it was carefully brought down from the plane. There was an IV bag hanging from a short pole, glowing softly, and the occupant became clear as the battered curve of a skull came into view.

He barely noticed Asgore and his guards skirting around them to go up the ramp into the plane. All that freed emotion from seeing his brother coagulated in his chest in a dense, frozen ball.

Distantly, Stretch could only think that Edge looked so impossibly small. Edge was only a little shorter than him, but he always seemed like this larger than life presence, one that Stretch could tuck himself into and trust to keep him safe, not only from the world but from the demons in his own mind.

To see him like this, so very still and buried in blankets with wide straps over the gurney to keep him secure. His hands were on top of the covers, bare and battered, there was even a spot that looked a bit charred, but Tori was right about one thing, there were no new cracks. Only plenty of darkly mottled bruises and scrapes surrounding his closed sockets, awful and undeniable. A wild, impossible impulse rose up in Stretch, to grab hold of Edge and shortcut off with him, to take him far away from everything, to keep him safe. Stupid, useless urge, but for one brief moment it was overwhelming.

Fuck, if that was how Edge felt all the time, no wonder he could be an overprotective prick.

Blue took his hand and Stretch startled so badly he nearly jerked away. But his brother only held on, squeezing gently. “I know, he looks a little worse for the wear, but I promise you, it’s nothing serious. The ambulance should be here soon to take you both to the hospital and--”

“hospital?” Stretch repeated thinly. “but you said…”

“Yes, hospital,” Blue said firmly. “He’ll be fine, but he was injured. I did what I could and Toriel is a skilled healer in her own right. He still needs to be checked over and they should at least keep him overnight.”

Okay. Okay, yeah, that sounded right and Stretch nodded dumbly. Maybe the change in atmosphere was registering because Edge stirred, shifting against the straps. His sockets opened, his eye lights wide and diffused, filling his sockets with swirling crimson. For a moment all Edge did was blink, looking all around him before focusing on Stretch.

Stretch smiled and managed a weak, “hey, babe.”

As he watched, that bleary confusion abruptly turned into a happily beaming smile, which only ranked at about the third most disturbing thing that had happened that day.

“Hiiiii!!” Edge exclaimed with loud glee.

Uh. Maybe Blue was wrong about how serious his injuries were.

“Ah, yes, he was hurting quite a bit and being stubborn about it,” Blue said dryly. “We may have slightly overdone the pain relief. Enjoy it while you can, I’m going to check that the ambulance is on its way.”

“wait, what??”

But Blue was already trotting off, stopping to grab Jeff who was standing awkwardly back and dragging him along, his chatter fading away.

Edge was still grinning with unsettling cheer. On his usually stern face it was like the beginnings of a nightmare and Stretch almost expected maniacal clowns to start crawling out of manholes and portacabins around them. Fuck it, that might make it less weird, at least then all this would make sense.

“I know you!” Edge went on happily, one hand reaching out towards him. Then his brow furrowed in battered confusion, his hand falling to hang limply off the gurney’s side. “Do I know you? You’re pretty.”

Smooth fucker, wasn't he. Very carefully, Stretch took his hand, gentle with those scuffed, bruised fingers. “you know me okay. i’m your husband, yeah?”

He brightened like a light bulb, practically glowing from within with soul-deep delight. A well drugged light bulb and he latched on to Stretch eagerly, his grip bordering on feverish. “My husband? That means I get to keep you!”

If anyone was stupid enough to ask, Stretch wouldn’t even be able to begin describing how he felt about everything right about now. All his emotions were in wild conflict, battering against each other for dominance. But fuck if he could hold back from that. He grinned, helplessly, rubbing his thumb over Edge’s somewhat tarnished wedding band. "sure does."

“Sans!” Edge shouted suddenly, loud enough to make Stretch wince, but when he automatically tried to take a step back, Edge’s grip held like Velcro, weirdly loose and still implacable.

Red stepped up next to the gurney, hands tucked into his pockets. “right here, bro.”

Even with being strapped down, Edge still managed to lift his head enough to look down at his brother and say gleefully, “You see my husband?”

“seen him a time or two, yeah,” Red said. For the first time that day the clouded grimness that surrounded him seemed to lift a fraction and his permanent grin widened.

“I get to keep him!”

“sure do,” Red agreed, “no catch and release on husbands.”

Edge flumped back on the gurney hard enough to make Stretch wince even as he sang out enthusiastically, “He’s reeeeeeally pretty. Isn’t he pretty?”

“uh huh, he ain’t bad.” Red gave him a leering look and Stretch felt a hot flush crawl across his cheekbones, glaring back. Not that he’d ever doubted Edge thought that, but it was always nice to hear. Kinda.

Edge scowled at Red comically, holy fuck, that much expression on Edge’s face? He was going to give himself a new crack if this kept up.

“You’re just jealous,” he grumped, holding on tight to Stretch’s hand as if he thought Red might try to scoop him up and head for the hills to start up a new horrifying chapter in the mocking fairytale that was this day.

“must be,” Red agreed, an odd note to his voice, but Edge ignored that, cheering again quickly.

“Mine!” Edge said happily and before Stretch could puzzle through any of that exchange, he was busy squawking as he was abruptly yanked onto the gurney.

“woah, hang on, handsome!” Stretch tried to squirm away, but whoever’d had the foresight to buckle Edge down should’ve included his arms in the deal. Despite the good drugs and the visible bruises, he was pretty damn strong and clinging to Stretch like living duct tape.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Edge chanted like some kind of musical, maniacal supervillain and where the fuck had everyone else gone? They didn’t need a damn parade to get an ambulance. Red was only watching with great interest, picking idly at his gold tooth.

“a little help here?” Stretch yelped as Edge started nuzzling happily at his collarbone. Okay, it was a little tempting, but for crying out loud, Frisk and Toriel could be getting off the plane anytime now and who knew what high zoom lenses were out there getting a frontpage picture for the gossip rags. No assistance was coming from the outside avenues, so Stretch went for the ‘hail, mary’ pass and tried coaxing Edge, instead, “come on, babe, you gotta let go now.”

“No!” Edge sulked, and fuck if that petulant sullenness wasn’t incredibly damn adorable coming out in his deep, raspy voice, “You said I get to keep you.”

“you do, promise, i’m all yours. but—" Just then Edge found the bottom of his sweatshirt, warm, clumsy hands suddenly petting his ribcage and Stretch’s squeal took on a panicked note. “damn it, red!”

“me? i ain’t doing nothing.” His glee nearly matched Edge’s, that asshole.

“that’s part of the problem, you shit! he’s gonna hurt himself!”

“hurt himself?” Red scoffed. “you could take off one of his arms and use it as a tennis racket and he wouldn’t notice right now.”

“that isn’t helping!”

“never said it was, honey bun.”

Most of his face was buried into Edge’s chest but the little he could see through blankets and bone made Stretch snap out in disbelief, “are you recording this??”

“fuck, yeah, i am. this shit needs to be in high definition.”

“he’ll kill you!” Stretch tried to sound threatening, but it wasn’t exactly easy with Edge’s unusually graceless but eagerly insistent fingers trailing over his hipbones. The combination was unfortunately arousing and if he popped a boner while Red was recording, someone was gonna pay. Probably him, in horrifying shame. “i’ll kill you!”

Red did not sound properly threatened, considering that he only chuckled out, “gotta get loose first.”

It turned out to be a grateful moot point. Before he could figure out how to get loose from the wild groper his husband became under the influence, those hands slowed, going lax. By the time Stretch was able wriggle free little, Edge was out like a light, already snoring faintly.

But the moment he tried to climb off the gurney, that grip tightened again and Edge mumbling out a complaining grunt. Stretch gave up and sank down, hey, a wee little base humiliation wasn’t gonna dust him. Just so long as they kept away from dying shame, he’d manage.

But he did whip around to glare at Red’s grinning face, demanding, “delete it.”

Not like his threats would penetrate Red’s elephant hide, only rolled off like so much baby oil. “nah, don’t think so, this is for my private collection.” His glee turned pensive. “you know, i don’t have much from the old days but i do have a thing or two. maybe a few old pictures and shit.” He paused, adding with a certain slyness, “might have some pics of the boss here as a baby bones hidden away someplace.”

Yeah, Stretch knew when he was beat. “i will pay any price.”

“that’s what i like to hear.”

Just then, he heard the ambulance pulling up, fuck, finally! The back doors opened and Blue climbed out, the attendants at his heels, “All right, let’s get Edge loaded--Papy!” Blue scolded, “He’s injured, you shouldn’t be letting him exert himself!”

Stretch only grinned wryly. “sorry, bro. he, uh, didn’t give me much choice.”

Blue harrumphed, but he didn’t demand that Stretch get down, which probably cost his full allotment of sympathy points. Worth it. “You two are going ahead and we’ll be behind you in the second ambulance.”

“second?” That made him sit up despite Edge’s murmured complaint, “who else was hurt?”

Blue’s smile turned fixed even as the paramedics bustled around them. “I’m not supposed to say too much, yet, but.” His voice softened, hardly above a whisper, “I don’t know how Edge knew. We were hardly off the plane and they’d sent a car to pick us up. There must have been something he saw or felt, because he turned back to us and…and then…” He swallowed hard, the luminescent shine of tears limning his sockets. “He shielded Toriel and Frisk, and Papyrus shielded me and Sans. He did the best he could, but he…Papyrus was hurt, Papy.”

“fuck,” Stretch whispered, horrified, “papyrus, is he—"

“He’s fine,” Blue said firmly. “He was resting comfortably the whole flight. Sans is with him right now and we’ll get him to the hospital, too.”

It sounded like he was hurt worse than Edge, shit, shit, “he should’ve come out first!”

“Sans told us to take Edge,” Blue followed along as the gurney started moving, the attendants pushing it along. “Papyrus is asleep and perfectly stable. He was already with his brother and Sans said you’d need to see us.”

Fuck, but he owed Sans a very big favor.

It was only as they were loaded in that Stretch realized Red was gone. He wasn’t in the front seat and didn’t climb in before the doors closed. Then there wasn’t time to worry about that as the ambulance pulled away and Stretch only settled down next to Edge, holding on with as much gentleness as he could muster.

The ambulance attendants were both Monsters and quietly competent, neither suggesting that maybe Stretch could ride along on one of the cushioned seats. Good thing, because Stretch wasn’t going anyplace without extensive use of a crowbar.

He didn’t budge until they got to the hospital and only then did he reluctantly detangle himself from Edge. The docs took some time to look Edge over, peeling back the blankets and Stretch could only wince at the sight of a neat splint on one of Edge’s leg, at bruises scattered over his battered bones. But they only confirmed what Stretch already knew. Toriel and Blue had healed Edge as much as they could, probably too much for their own good considering Blue’s bruises and exhaustion.

Rest and time was what he needed now and that didn’t need a prescription.

Edge never really woke up again, drowsily groping for Stretch whenever he roused, but for once Stretch kept back, letting the doctors do their thing. They finished quick enough, writing on their clipboards and offering reassuring smiles as they left.

Exhausted as he was, Stretch resisted the urge to crawl right back in next to Edge. He felt like a sticky, filthy mess and a quick shower sounded like a lemon slice of heaven right now. At least the room had a very nicely appointed shower, though he didn’t linger, washing up quickly and snagging a set of the hospital issue jammies from the bathroom cubby.

He kicked his clothes under the sink, those could be a problem for Tomorrow Stretch. But he only opened the door a crack before freezing as he caught sight of someone else at the bedside.

Red was standing next to his brother, watching him sleep. His back was to the bathroom door so Stretch couldn’t see face, only the weary slump of his shoulders. As he watched, Red reached over and picked up one of Edge’s hands with tenderness Stretch never suspected Red possessed, inspected his slim, scarred fingers. Likely he didn’t see them often, even Stretch didn’t and they lived together.

He wasn’t supposed to be seeing this, couldn’t look away as Red only held Edge’s limp hand in both his own, pressed a kiss against those lax fingers before setting it back down with deliberate care.

“always come back to me, kid, you hear me?” Red murmured, a low, desperate rasp, He was gone in the next moment, vanishing into an eerily silent shortcut and that was Stretch’s cue.

Edge was sound asleep and there was a large, comfy chair pulled up next to the hospital bed that Stretch promptly ignored, gingerly curling up next to him, as close as he could get without disturbing him. For the first time since Edge sat him down to tell him about this trip, his soul settled, that achy, raw feeling easing.

Exhausted as he was, Stretch only lay there, looking into that battered, beloved face, tasting the sweet salt of his own melancholy tears as he whispered a plea of his own, “don’t ever leave me. please.”

He didn’t expect Edge to stir with a sleepy sigh, his sockets opening to show a sliver of crimson as he slurred out, “Won’t, love. M’ yours.”

“mine and yours, like his and his towels,” Stretch whispered back, stifling a teary giggle and when Edge sleepily held out an arm, he took the invitation. Snuggling in with his skull resting on Edge’s ribcage, an arm strung loosely around him as Stretch listened intently to the soft, steady thrum of his husband’s soul.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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choicesatnight · 5 years ago

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Title: Restart

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: NSFW and stuff...

Word count: 2,507 words

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: * is a separator due to scene change, very very very minor use of Daddy. Super tame.

“Ohhhh…” James can't control his moaning. His dick between her breasts, he stops thrusting to focus on savoring the feel of her lips around the head of his member. She can't stop moaning either, his dick in her mouth as he runs his thumbs repeatedly over her erect nipples. Her moans are becoming louder and lasting longer each time his dick pops in and out of her mouth. Her appetite for him is as insatiable as his for her and she'd suck his dick all night if he never stopped her. Her lips around his dick is a sensation he’s addicted to feeling though his desire to taste her becomes overwhelming and he immediately moves off of her to lower his face between the thighs he loves so much. No words are spoken before his tongue meets the lips of her pussy, delving inside to find the treasure he seeks. “Daddy" she moans in a whisper, hands on the back of his head, resisting the urge to push his face until its smashed against her pussy. She can feel the vibrato of his baritone groans as he feasts on her center, her limbs writhing involuntarily responding to his tongue until he moves up to speak “This pussy is so damn perfect “ he licks her slit, “tastes amazing “ inserting a couple fingers to play a little before pushing himself up to lie on top of her, aligning his hips with hers releasing a loud grunt upon insertion “Its wetter, warmer than ever before" he starts to thrust “Faster Daddy, harder" and he increases the speed of his thrusts. She likes it rough and being pregnant hasn’t changed that. “Harder, baby I can take it.” James is devoted to giving her exactly what she wants. Bracing himself by gripping onto the couch they're lying on, he thrust powerfully into her pussy causing her to scream his name. He loves the sound of her pleasure scream, especially when she’s calling his name and he continues to thrust until her moan sounds like a balloon that's losing air, a decrescendo, a downward whistle. Pleased knowing that he has satisfied Vivian, he quits thrusting though remains on top of her, inside of her.

Vivian only smiles before sitting up to kiss his cheek, letting him know to get up so she can get dressed. It has only been a couple of weeks since they’d agreed on a temporary separation that they didn’t seem to be adhering to considering they're still sleeping together. Once her dress is over her head, “James, tomorrow we have a prenatal appointment. I'll call you.”

“I wish you'd just stay. You're carrying our baby. You should be here with me.”

“It’s too hard to live with you and not be with you. Plus, I call you for every single thing. Appointment. Tomorrow. Okay?”

“Of course. Call me when you get home. Or at least text me that you're safe.”

“Okay James “

Without so much as a farewell kiss, she leaves the apartment that was once home to her and drives minutes away to her new place. James is fully aware that a friend helped her with her place though he is unaware that the friend in question is Shaun. He invites himself over all the time. He’s even got a key meant to be used professionally since he is the maintenance man for this complex as well, but he pops in to visit Vivian regardless of business nature. Shaun is walking the hall when Vivian arrives home.

As confident as ever. “Hey, sexy" he flashes his golden smile that usually flusters her thoughts completely.

“Just left James. We had sex.” Stating facts as coldly as she could, hoping to deter Shaun from any flirtation although she left the door open for him to follow after her. Of course, he does.

“I guess I can get why you wanna sleep with your baby's father that you're separated from. There’s still love there, right?” Surprised that he isn’t calling James “money bags” or making fun of him in any other way, she continues talking about James.

“I love him so much and I wish he'd drop this separation bs. I'm pregnant by him. What does he think I'm going to do?”

“This separation won't last long. He won't wanna be away from you or that baby for too long"

“Thanks for listening, Shaun. I didn’t realize I needed to complain."

“Anytime, sexy" that smile. This time Vivian notices his smile and finds herself stuttering when encouraging him to leave

“Um..se-se-see you tomorrow?”

“No question.” He walks out the door, she shuts it behind him and falls on the couch irritated thinking about calling James when she should be lying in bed beside him, she texts him at his request for safety assurance. He responds to the text by calling her.

“I’m glad you’re home safe. You could have been at home if you continued living here.”

He can’t see her roll her eyes at his words, but he can certainly hear the snarky attitude when she snaps back at him,

“End this dumb separation. Let’s just be together and I’ll come right now.”

Silence. She speaks again,

“Exactly. So, shut up about my living situation and I’ll see you tomorrow. “

“Don’t act so innocent Viv. I have trust issues, yes but I also WANT to be with you. Can you blame me for being scorn? Afraid? Cautious?”

“I’m not trying to act innocent. I just miss your kisses. I miss being wrapped in your arms. I miss lying beside you. I miss everything about us.”

“Let’s keep working on it; on being 'us' again. For starters, we can converse about the happenings in our lives."

She grabs a bag of Chex Mix to start snacking, munching by the handful. Even eating the bagel crisps she usually hates.

"Well, James, next week I'll officially be two months along. We have an appointment tomorrow. There’s nothing else going on in my life.” she speaks in a monotone to accentuate her boredom with daily life sans James.

"Don’t underestimate how largely important that is. What I have to say fails to compare with pregnancy but, it's all I've got."

"I'm all ears"

"My parents are having a soiree honoring a partnership my father has made in business. His business partner Jeff and his wife are relinquishing a good amount of control to my dad. I thought it'd be kind to give them a gift upon arrival. "

"Okay. What'd you have in my mind?"

"They love spending time at the spa. I was thinking of getting them a $1,000 gift card to a spa."

"For $1,000? James. Are you crazy? These people are not special to you. No. That's stupid. "

"It’s polite. Everything costs so much these days. Spa treatments are expensive. A thousand dollars is like dimes and nickels "

"It’s too much. You wanna be polite? 80 bucks. 100 max. 1,000? James, what the hell? When did you become so dense? You’re the first to remind me that we have a baby on the way to take care of, but you're gonna drop a thousand bucks on a gift for your parents’ friends? Use your brain, James. I can't even deal with you right now. I gotta go " she hangs up the phone without waiting for James’ response. While changing into her pajamas she notices her a low on her phone. It's James calling. She can see his face as the phone vibrates, rolling her eyes while ignoring his call, she gets into bed; James calling again, as she drifts into a sweet slumber.

The night passes and Vivian awakens still feeling annoyed with James for being so careless with his money. The idea of talking to him gives her a headache and thinking about their appointment today makes the headache worse. Walking toward the bathroom she hears the clicking of her front door being unlocked and knows its Shaun. She turns directions back toward the living room to meet him,

"You can at least knock as a warning. What if I were naked?"

Shaun smiles. A smile the seems so golden. Like everything else should instantly be in glee after he smiles. "That's what I'm hoping for."

"Whatever perv." and they stand staring in one another's eyes in silence for seconds that feel like minutes. Usually, Vivian can shake this off but this time, she stumbles. Struggling to find words to change the conversation from this silent flirting. Fixing a piece of hair behind her ear she exclaims, "James!” successfully snapping out of her Shaun induced trance. Shaun's expression of confusion is so pronounced, she would claim she could see the question marks floating around his head until she continues speaking “Um...James kinda irritated me last night."

"What'd he do?"

"He wants to gift his dads’ friend a thousand bucks. I know they’re financially set but doesn’t he know priorities? We’re having a baby and he’s just giving money away. To people he doesn't even know. For his dad!" Her chest bounces and ponytail come a little loose after her animated gesturing when explaining to Shaun

"Damn sexy, why you do your moneybags boyfriend like that?"

"He's supposed to be smart and he’s not my boyfriend. "

It was the first time she denied claim on James and Shaun notices.

"So can you take me to my appointment? I'm going without him. I'll make up an excuse. I don't wanna see him."

"Yes, I'll take you but I'm also staying. You shouldn't be by yourself if you've got someone around during your pregnancy. Deal?"

"Deal. Let's go."

She begins walking out the door when Shaun puts his arm out to stop her

"You're forgetting something, sexy" he looks at her from head to feet.

"Oh yeah. I gotta shower. Come with?"

"Come on, sexy. Why you gotta tease me like that?" She giggles, appreciating his knowledge of her little joke before she walks into the bathroom.

Her phone starts ringing, and she sighs seeing James face on-screen Here we go she thinks as she picks up the phone

"Vivian. I finally got you. So we're on for today, right? I should head over there in about 20 minutes?"

Speaking softly, "No James. I didn't sleep well last night. I rescheduled. "

"Do you need anything?"

"No. I just wanna shower and lie down.”

"Okay, well I--" but she has already hung up

Meanwhile, at James apartment, he’s stuck constantly wondering if Vivian is telling the truth about needing more sleep. She seemed adamant about the appointment yesterday, she hurried off the phone and let’s be honest, she simply doesn’t have the greatest record of being forthcoming with James. In an effort to change his thoughts, he opens his laptop to purchase the $80 gift card that Vivian angrily suggested while still thinking of his distrust in her. It feels like an out-of-body experience when he looks up at the screen realizing he has searched private investigators. His distrust in Vivian controlling him as he reaches for his phone to dial the number. Feeling a little shy at first but more confident as the phone rings, James explains exactly what he’s looking for, and gives Vivian's address, they hang up so that James can text the investigator a few photos of Vivian as requested. With only a smidge of guilt and much more satisfaction, James sets down the phone trusting the investigator much more than he trusts Vivian.

After completing the transaction with the investigator, James takes the short walk to the library where he sits at his laptop working on his next play.

Beside him is a dark-haired woman on her laptop, reading reviews of Rosethorne Park.

He can't help but to speak to her,

"You saw Rosethorne Park? What did you think?"

He holds out his hand, “I'm James, by the way" she shakes his hand while turning back to her screen "Comfort. I saw the movie, but I’ve heard the movie was loosely based on the play. I also heard that the play is a million times better than the movie. The play is touring small venues in this city only so I'm reading reviews before I buy my ticket."

"I didn't get your name."

"Comfort. I said Comfort."

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed it before. Nice to meet you, Comfort and I'd argue to agree, the play is better than the movie. The movie kinda sucks."

"In comparison, I can imagine that the movie sucks. Original work is usually better."

Comfort's enthusiasm for James work has an effect on James comparable to Cupids arrow. The magnetism between these two is more than James can comprehend. He wants to kiss Comfort and somehow, he knows she wants to be kissed by him. He and Vivian are separated so it's okay, right?

No, no she's having their baby and he wants to work things out. Guess there will be no kissing tonight.

"So, James, when do you plan on telling me that you are the accomplished James Ashton? The playwright? The author? That Rosethorne Park was your first play, and this is your first-time touring?"

He sits shocked that she knows this stuff though his expression gradually becomes a grin showing that he is impressed by her knowledge. And a little turned on. This girl just keeps getting better

"What gave it away? Was I too interested in the play?"

"No, your interest level was perfect. I simply can't forget such a handsome face and I saw your picture in your author bio to your book, Prescribe to love."

"You recognized me from that? The girl I was dating at the time gave me a mini makeover for it. I don't look like that."

Why did he say that!? He just had to make it known that he's technically single right now.

"James, I'm looking at you. Yes, you do look like that. Anyway, are you teaching these days? I'd love to pick your brain."

“I don't teach, but I'd be willing to meet with you."

She closes her laptop,

"Let's set that up."

"You closed your laptop. Are you leaving me already?"

James brand of flirting isn't so obvious, nor is it usual though he can't seem to refrain from flirting with this girl.

"Yes, I promised my grandmother I'd go to T.J Maxx with her. But I won't leave before we make our date." They share the same brand of flirting and she whips out her phone going directly to the calendar.

"Let's not wait long. How about tomorrow?" Even her eagerness is come hither to James.

"Tomorrow is perfect. Here's my phone number. Text me your address. I'll come to get you"

He hands her one of the business cards he had previously printed but has never used.

"Okay, James. What time?"

"Text me and I'll text you back." James smiles feeling suave and mysterious, Vivian not on his mind at all as he watches Comfort walk away.

Teeny tiny tag list:

@zigortega4life

@littlecrookedheart

#JamesAshton #Choices #TheFreshmanSeries #FreakyFics

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devilsknotrp · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, Jenn! You have been accepted for the role of Wendy Taylor (FC: Mary Louise Parker). Wow. What can we even say? You have brought Wendy a depth that we truly had not even envisaged. There were glimpses in her biography, but you have enhanced them and exampled how complex and nuanced she really is. The fact that she is a closeted lesbian makes a lot of sense, and I think exploring the notion of compulsive heterosexuality and her late relationship with Charlie will be a fantastic writing challenge - one we have no doubt you’ll pull off with aplomb. Your headcanons are extensive and beautifully written. This is a truly fantastic application. Thank you for writing her! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Jenn Age: 27 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: EST Activity estimation: I have a full-time job, but I can be around on weeknights and through the weekend! I can confidently approximate my activity at a few replies per week. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Wendy Marie Taylor Age (DD/MM/YYY): Fifty years old (09 October 1946) – Libra sun, Cancer moon Gender: Cis female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Lesbian, though she will assert she is Straight Occupation: Regional Manager, Great Lakes Cup Company Connection to Victim: Linda Goode is one of the moms. Even if her own daughter has been grown for a decade plus, Wendy feels connected to the other mothers in Devil’s Knot because motherhood is so important to her. When Linda first moved into town, Wendy was drawn to her bright-eyed enthusiasm. They talk after church about their children, and Wendy gives some gentle advice when she can. They’re friendly, if not friends. Linda’s optimism in the face of a mother’s worst nightmare has only bolstered Wendy’s desire to know her better. She remembers what Sandy was like when Pete disappeared. Linda’s going to need all the help she can get. Alibi: Wendy spent the morning at home, going through her closets for things she could sell at her upcoming yard sale. One of the skirts she’d set aside – an old favorite – had a broken zipper, so she brought it to Aisha around 1pm to see if her sister-in-law could mend it. She got so wrapped up in playing with her nephew and talking to her family that she stayed for dinner, and didn’t come home until 7:30pm, at which point she ran a bath, read a few chapters of her book club book, and fell asleep. Faceclaim: I was approved for Mary Louise Parker! :) Other alternate faceclaim ideas (not proposed to y’all) are Winona Ryder and Marisa Tomei.

WRITING SAMPLE

The waiting really wasn’t so bad. At 11:15, the pie went in; by 11:30, the whole downstairs smelled like peaches and cinnamon, even all the way back in the laundry room where the dryer-sheet scent never left. This was what Heaven smelled like, to her. This was her Heaven, right here in Formica and linoleum. She closed her eyes to take it in. Sense is everything. That’s what Pastor Jeff had told her, last time they spoke one-on-one. She’d been struggling to stay grounded, with all the background noise starting up again: another missing boy, another swing to the slumbering hornets’ nest. She could feel the buzzing in her sleep, she said. Thank God for God. He made the world for us, Pastor Jeff told her, and we take it for granted. There are little blessings everywhere. All we have to do is open to receive.

Wendy pressed her shoulders against the back of the chair, imagining a coat hanger strung through her spine and then straightened just so. The birds were quietly tittering in the trees outside. The sky, she imagined, was blue. She wanted to believe that it was.

Her egg timer ticked. She could hear it better with her eyes closed. Sometimes she thought the insides of her eyelids looked like one of those abstract paintings that’re just colors and drips, chaos on a canvas. Like the blood splatter patterns. The photos Charlie pored over. You weren’t supposed to see that, he always said – but what did he know about supposed to? What did he know about her? He had heavy hands and a weak heart, and he–well, he–

Fuck him, she thought.

She opened her eyes. Some words taste sour on your tongue and some don’t taste like anything at all. By the refrigerator, Buddy flattened out on the floor, his head resting on his paws – Wendy hadn’t even noticed him come in. She reached for him with fingers caked in flour and dough. “C’mere, Bud,” she said, softly. “C’mon.” It took him a few seconds to stand; for those couple of breaths, she was sure he’d heard her curse. Then he was walking over, and exhaling, and nudging against her to make room for himself at her feet. “Hey, baby. How you doin’, huh?” She rubbed her hand through the fur at the top of his scalp. He didn’t react. “Oh, you’re mad at me now, ‘s that it?” Buddy was as much Charlie’s as he was hers or Jenny’s, but that’s what happens when you leave: you don’t get to claim ownership anymore.

Wendy let her breath come out her nose in one long stream. She used the heel of her palm to brush loose hair off her forehead; her hands were a mess. “Fine,” she said. She stood. She had Jenny’s number memorized by now, but she still grabbed her contact notebook and double-checked as she dialed. The answering machine picked it up. “Hey, honey, it’s Mom. I’m gonna be taking a pie over to the Goodes in an hour or so. I’d love some company.” She glanced at the hanging clock. 11:50. ”No pressure,” she added. “Just call me back before 1.” Wendy tightened her grip on the phone, readying herself to hang up – but her hand didn’t move. Her sigh went right into the mouthpiece, loud and clear. “And–maybe… if you haven’t yet, maybe call your dad, too. Just to–just to make sure he’s okay.” Okay. “Okay. I love you. Talk soon.” There were still 20 minutes left in the oven. They couldn’t pass quickly enough.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Here is my Pinterest board for Wendy!

Wendy is a lesbian. Used to be. Wendy used to be a lesbian – and God, even the word is ugly, isn’t it? Lesbian, like the name of another species, something grey-skinned and hairless crawling out of a crater. She outgrew it when she grew up. There were thoughts, and dreams, and wishes and whims, and when she was younger there were girls her age who stopped her breathing just by touching her – but that was frivolity, that’s all. She can be so frivolous sometimes. If it weren’t for her Daddy’s looking out for her, she might’ve lit her life on fire years ago just ‘cause she liked to watch the sparks.

No one’s ever hurt her worse than Charlie Taylor did. Would you believe she really loved that son of a bitch? Being a housewife felt about as natural as waxing her leg hair off, but she did it for him – and, like waxing, it hurt less over time. Sweet, serious Charlie. He’d been impressive to her long before the Sheriff’s badge: just a kid at 20 when they’d first met, and even then there’d been something steady about him. Something safe. And as they got older, they got older together, and they got married together, and they had their daughter together. It didn’t matter who they were in the dark, because they were a family together, a whole of sums, a house united. That’s what kept Wendy from leaving, all those years ago, back when she could’ve left him. They had made something together. Even when things were bad, they were still warm like a burnt-up dinner, bitter but still hearty all the same. She couldn’t spit in the face of a home-cooked home. Guess Charlie wasn’t burdened with the same sense of sacrifice, though, ‘cause he gave it all up to be himself. As if she hadn’t bit her tongue for him. As if she hadn’t swallowed blood.

When she was younger, Wendy’s lifelong dream was to climb the tallest tree in Devil’s Knot. Up by the river, where Ely Street met North State and the water folded over the rocks underneath – right there, that one, the one that stretched bare and empty on top like it was just made for a Christmas tree angel to sit. It didn’t matter that there were taller trees by the Campgrounds; she claimed that one back in elementary school, pointing and shielding her face from the sun. She practiced on the trees in her front yard. Her legs still show the scars where sharp bark and misplaced foot-holds left their marks. Wendy’s mom used to patch her up quietly in the bathroom after she fell off, be it bike or branch, and now when she tries to remember her mother, she thinks of how they’d wince together when the iodine hit her skin. Her mother, watching Wendy’s face and sucking in her own breath through her teeth like she could feel it, too. Like it hurt her to hurt her, no matter how small the pain.

It was never her lifelong dream to work for Great Lakes Cups, that’s for sure – but she really does like it well enough. She’s the franchise’s first female regional manager in Michigan, if you’ll believe that. Her! Wendy Taylor! Sometimes, when she’s feeling particularly scatter-brained and stupid, she’ll remind herself to look at the little name-plate they put on the wall outside her door. If she can run a whole office of a consumer products manufacturing company, then she can do just about anything. And if there’s anything she can’t do – well, she’s got her Daddy to help guide her halfway to home. No one was happier for her than him when she got the promotion. Not even Charlie, who by then was already her ex on barely-speaking terms, divorce papers pending. Her Daddy has been her biggest supporter, coach, and strategist for longer than she cares to remember. She can see that now. No matter how many times she doubts him, it’s only the toughest love that gets people to change. She wouldn’t be who she is without his.

Wendy always knew she wanted kids. Charlie wanted them too, and when they had Jenny, everything changed all at once. It was like another version of herself had been growing in her, too, right there in the womb next to her daughter. She gave birth to both of them. She saw it. She knows it’s crazy, but she saw it – and it wasn’t a hallucination, either. Pastor Jeff’s on her side. He says that the Creator has His ways of showing people what plans He has in store. After years of fighting and flailing and keeping God out of her heart, Wendy is finally ready to listen.

#dkaccepted #accepted #new rp #original rp #dark rp #wendy taylor

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yellow----daisy · 5 years ago

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I'm always here

Tw: Homophobia, self loathing caused by homophobia

It was officially summer meaning it was the end of Shane's third year and Wallid's second year. Shane was officially a fourth year. His last year ever at Asagao Academy. Last year he'd wear the green and black jacket of the Normalboots club. Last year he'd be able to come out to his family and be able to escape back to school. Which is exactly what he was doing this summer. He was taking his boyfriend Wallid all the way from Japan to England to see his family. From the moment they entered the airport Shane's nerves were high. Wallid held onto his hand to help calm him the whole ride there. He never felt a grip so tight before from anyone, let alone Shane. The day they arrived it was very late so they checked into a hotel and waited till the next day to see the Gills. Shane took no time to leave to his parents' house. When he pulled up to the driveway he stopped the car and sat back in his seat. Wallid looked at him with concern. He sighed and gently grabbed Shane's hand. When Shane looked at him, he smiled at him, non verbally assuring him it was ok. He gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before both left the car. Shane stared at the front door for what felt like forever before knocking. The door creaked open and there stood his mother with a huge smile on her face as she hugged and greeted her son.

"Shane! I'm so glad to see you! Oh it's been so long!"

Shane hugged his mother in return. "Hey mum. Glad to see you too."

She pulled away and finally noticed Wallid. "Oh? Is this a friend from school?"

"Y-yeah. This is Wallid."

Wallid smiled and waved at Mrs. Gill. "Hello Mrs. Gill!"

"Nice to meet you Wallid! Why don't you two come inside? I'll go get your father!"

She turned around and disappeared into the house as Shane and Wallid stepped inside. Shane looked around his childhood home in near awe.

"Wow..hasn't changed a bit since I left."

"Maybe if things go well you can show me around." Wallid optimistically suggested.

"Yeah. If." Shane responded as pessimistic as usual. He was the moon to Wallid's sun, as cheesy as that sounds. As Shane was reminiscing, his mother returned with his father behind him.

"Shane! My boy!" He said as he hugged his son.

"Hey Dad…" Shane responded nervously. When his dad pulled away he patted his shoulder and, just like his mom, finally noticed Wallid.

"Who's this?"

"That's...what I wanted to talk to you two about." Shane's parents looked at each other confused.

"We're listening."

Shane took a deep breath. All he had to do was say it. Get this done and over with. "Mum...dad...this...ah...I'm...I...uhh.." he kept saying syllables, but not a single sentence or word that made sense. Wallid placed a hand on Shane's shoulder and looked at him, trying to give him comfort and confidence. Shane sighed then looked at his parents. "I'm bisexual. Wallid here," he grabbed Wallid's hand. "Is my boyfriend. We've..been together for almost two years now. I don't expect you to be happy with this..I just felt you should know.."

Shane's parents' faces slowly changed. The once happy smiled were now a face of distraught and anger. Shane's mother looked so devastated while his father looked pissed. Mrs. Gill had a hand over her mouth as she began crying into her husband's shoulder. Mr. Gill put an arm around his crying wife as he spoke to his son.

"I can't believe this Shane...we didn't raise some...man loving freak! Either you break up with your...boyfriend here and apologize to your mother and I or you can go out that door and never come back."

Shane looked like his heart just shattered. He did his best not to cry as he looked at Wallid then back at his parents. He shook his head then ran out the front door, Wallid taking no time to go after him. Shane got in the car and drove the moment Wallid got in. The car ride back to the hotel was silent and Shane tried so hard to not cry. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and stormed up to the room just wanting to get in there. Wallid had a hard time keeping up. By the time Wallid made it to the hotel room, Shane was standing in the middle with his fists in a tight clench. His legs shook as his knees began feeling week. He finally let a few tears fall till his knees gave away and he sunk, almost thudding to the ground, covering up his face in his hands as he sobbed. He sobbed so loud he began to choke. Wallid ran to Shane's side, almost sliding on the floor. He took him into his arms and Shane desperately held onto the cloth of his shirt as he sobbed into his chest. Wallid stroked Shane's hair and they sat there for what felt like forever. When Shane's sobbing began to cease, Wallid took Shane's face into his hands and looked him in the eyes.

"Oh Shane…" he began to say. "I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel…but listen to me when I say...you are a wonderful man..and I love you..so much...no matter who accepts you and who doesn't...I'm always here..nothing will ever change that." He kissed his forehead.

"I don't think you understand love…you didn't make your mother cry by saying who you are...you didn't piss off your father to the point of him making you choose between family or the one you love...all from saying one word...one phrase...and the ones who raised you turned against you in a second. Can't you see Wallid? It's all over...I'm a terrible son...I can't even call myself a son anymore..I'm a disgrace to the Gill name..even if I was to change it..the memory of disappointing my family will forever haunt me.."

Wallid looked at Shane with sadness in his eyes. "You are none of those things...if anything, your parents are the disgraces. No parent should stop loving their kids for them being them. Ever. You're better than them. Don't ever think otherwise."

"I appreciate it love..but I don't think anything you'll say or do will help this time around...I think I should deal with this on my own…"

"I'm still gonna try."

Shane chuckled and gently kissed Wallid on the lips. "How did I get so lucky with you?"

"I wouldn't call it luck. Just..good judgement."

Shane laughed and kissed Wallid again. Shane had a difficult time sleeping that night, even with Wallid next to him. They stayed in England for a week, going to places from Shane's childhood, and some new places he didn't remember. Sometimes Shane's mood would drop depending on where they were. Those places they didn't stay at very long. Every day Wallid had to spend maybe an hour, half an hour, comforting Shane as much as he could. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing worked. At the end of the week, both boys were so happy to be back in Japan. The only downfall was Shane tried spending more time alone, which worried the hell out of Wallid. Their friends noticed the slight change, but they only REALLY noticed it when school started up again. Shane was distant from everyone. Even his own roommate. Whenever Wallid would try visiting him or tried to get Shane to visit him, he claimed to "be sick". Everyone saw right through that. Wallid didn't know what to do at this point. One day, during a Hidden Block Club meeting, was when the effect on Wallid was at its peak and everyone noticed. They let it slide for a little bit, until Ian couldn't take the tense air anymore.

"Ok. Since no one else is gonna say anything. I will." He said interrupting..whoever was talking. He wasn't paying attention. He looked at Wallid with a stern look in his eyes. "What's wrong? No wait. Lemme guess. Shane?"

"How did you-"

"We've all seen the way he's been Wallid. None of us are stupid whenever he's 'sick'." Ian used air quotes around sick. "He's distancing himself from you and it's affecting you. Bad."

"If I may add," Jeff started speaking. "Do you know why he's being so distant? I've even noticed he's being distant from..everyone."

Wallid sighed. "Yeah...over the summer..him and I went to his family in England so he could tell them about us...it didn't end well and it destroyed him. I've tried to comfort him but...nothing worked." He looked down at the floor. "I just don't know what to do."

It was silent for a hot minute till Ian stood up. "I do. You guys stay here. Wallid, come with me."

Wallid looked up at Ian and left with him without another word. Ian took him all the way to Shane and Jirard's dorm and opened the door without knocking. Shane was the only one in the room and he sat up from his bed when Ian came in.

"What the hell Ian? You can't just-"

"No time. You need to get your shit together and make up with Wallid. He's been worried sick and hasn't been his usual self because you let your homophobic parents get to you. Trust me when I say, people like that. Don't. Matter. Yes, it sucks ass when it's your family, but just because they're your family doesn't mean they're not shitty people you should cut out without a second thought. You can't stay focused on the bad things in life when you have good things right in front of you. Especially for so long."

Shane stared at Ian for a while then looked over at Wallid. He moved over and sat on the edge then held out his arm. "Come here love." Wallid smiled slightly and sat next to Shane. The moment he sat down, Shane pulled him into a hug. A fairly tight one too. "I'm sorry..I..didn't know I was worrying you so much. I never mean to hurt you. You know that."

"I know..it's ok. I forgive you."

Shane smiled and pulled away, still keeping his arms around Wallid as he kissed his cheek. Ian smiled too.

"I'll leave you two alone." He left and headed back to the club room. The rest of the members perked up upon his entrance.

"How did it go?" Luke asked.

"Let's just say, Wallid's gonna be his normal self here soon."

#asagao academy #shane/wallid #didyouknowbalrog?#i guess that can be the ship name?#asagao shane #asagao wallid #asagao ian #asagao jeff #asagao luke #normalboots #normalboots club #hidden block #hidden block club #balrog #didyouknowgaming #homophobia #bisexual shane

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galpalaven · 6 years ago

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Do you have tips for keeping Julian in character? I like writing stuff for myself, and since I don't show it to anyone, sometimes I worry about things not being in character and it stresses me out because I'm an anxious person. I'm not an experienced writer so I'm still learning

that’s a good question and another question we must ask ourselves is do I even keep him in character? lmao because I think I might have just taken the character and run with him–the way I write him is a bit different than canon so all I can give you are tips to writing him the way I do?

which are under the cut for length

Julian is an intelligent, kind, caring 3-dimensional human person. If you remember that, and treat him like that in your writing, you’re already doing better than a lot of people!

He’s mentally ill, though I’m sure we’ve all noticed that. As someone with depression and anxiety, I get vibes of both off of him–like STRONG vibes, especially after these last two books. He’s prone to self-deprecation and overthinking. Constantly worrying, even if he doesn’t always show it. Always worrying about the people he cares about over himself. Suicidal tendencies, at least before these most recent updates.

If at any point you feel the need to write him getting turned on by a life-or-death situation where he’s fatally wounded–STOP. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Not everything that’s painful turns on people that are into pain, I’m pretty sure (because I’ve asked and the answers I’ve gotten have been “no wtf??”)

He’s touch starved like nobody’s business, and craves affection a lot. He doesn’t think he deserves it, and in fact seems to think he’s only allowed affection when he’s earned it (which hurts my heart that someone taught him that), but this means that he’s really probably very cuddly when the world isn’t falling apart around him.

A lot of the time’s when he’s putting on that false bravado, it’s more of a defense mechanism than him really thinking he’s That Great. People tend to treat him like a nuisance a lot, so he’s always worried him trying to help reads as him thinking the person he’s trying to help is weak–and he ends up rambling trying to make sure his intentions are clear.

“I just… don’t want you to get hurt. It’s not because I don’t think you can take care of yourself! I don’t think that. At all.”

He rambles a lot when he’s nervous, actually. He’s just one of those people.

He seems to have other interests besides BDSM and dying–music (singing especially but I bet he can play an instrument or two), helping people, dogs, getting into trouble, dancing. Sprinkle those things in and he’ll feel more balanced as a character.

Personally, I feel like Ilya is a very special name to him–a sort of Close Friends and Family Only type of deal. I’m still waiting for the ‘Call me Ilya’ scene tbh and I’m probably gonna have to write it for myself, but that’s… something you might include?

I drew a good bit of his characterization mainly from the prologue and The Lovers at first? so I also suggest rereading those maybe to help you when you feel stuck.

Also helps me to not ever think of Jeff Goldblum in any regards while trying to write Julian because I know…..what they said………..but I don’t want to write Jeff Goldblum fanfiction (I’d much rather be sticking to the Hozier voice claim I have for Julian instead lmao)

idk how helpful this is? just some general….things that bother me that i tried to correct in my own writing

#julian devorak #i guess i can tag it #Anonymous #kiana answers

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littledreamybeth · 7 years ago

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Tears & Fear

Okay this one is so messed up but blame it on my feelings! I recommend to listen to “Stockholm Syndrome” while reading because this song kinda inspired me to write this imagine. I don’t know how you feel about it so let me know! Picture is not mine and the GIFs belong to @stylesinthewild! Thank you for letting me use them! One question: Can you understand Y/N and the way she acted? I’d like to know!

Something wasn’t right. Something was definitely off with Y/N. She had been acting completely strange for a whole week for some reason. Harry couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong with her but he was absolutely sure that she somewhat tried to distance herself from him.

First, he didn’t really notice her change of behavior. She only had been very still and not very talkative. However, the lack of interaction they had in the last couple of days caught Harry’s attention after a while. He realised that they only exchanged a few words throughout this time which consisted of “How are you?”, “Are you hungry?” and “I’m at the studio”. Harry thought it was because of her recent working shifts till late hours and maybe she had been too fatigued to handle a conversation with him. Amongst other things, he wanted her to rest instead and they could always talk the day after anyways.

That’s what he thought. But Y/N proved him wrong. It almost seemed like she intentionally wanted to avoid him. Whenever he entered the room, she made sure to go to another and sometimes she didn’t even greet him fully like she always used to do when he came home- with a hug and a kiss on his lips. Harry missed that physical touch.

Sometimes she didn’t even look at him in the eyes when he was trying to talk to her, searching for something else to lock eyes with. And when Harry tried to reach out to her, asking her if everything was okay, she just let out a nervous laugh and claimed she was finer than she ever could be.

He knew she was lying which stung badly but never pressured her into talking to him, I mean if she had a problem or something bothering her she would come to him by herself. Besides, he thought maybe she was going through a phase – she often had one- and just needed some alone time to gather her thoughts and be the old Y/N again.

At week two, Harry finally decided to break the ice at dinner. Not a single word was spoken between them, they just silently ate their meal. Well, at least Harry did. Y/N just sat there, one hand rested against her cheek while she poked around in her plate with her thoughts being miles away from their apartment.

“Y/N?”

When she didn’t reply, Harry tried once again.

“Earth to Y/N. Are you still with me, miss?” He waved at her.

She lifted her head when she perceived his movements on the other side of the table. Furrowing her eyebrows at him, she let out a short, “I’m sorry?”

“What’s going on with you recently? Is something bothering you?”

Y/N just shrugged her shoulders. “I’m tired, that’s all. Work is taking a toll on me.”

“Come on, love. We both know that’s not the entire truth. You can talk to me, you know that.”

Harry didn’t miss to see the glistening in her eyes, making him worry about her condition and before he could say anything further, she rose from her chair and took the plate in her hands, placing it on the sink.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight.” she said bluntly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“But it’s not even nine PM and what about our movie night? We already skipped last week because you claimed you weren’t feeling well.”

“Harry, please, I’m not in the mood right now.”

“You’re not in the mood to do anything with me for what two weeks?” He commented with a sarcastic undertone.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She ignored what he said before and left him all alone with his thoughts drowning his mind.

The desire to continue eating was gone as soon as Y/N went away and out of anger because she refused to talk to him, Harry threw his fork on his plate with all the force he had. She had never been like this so what in god’s name was going on?

But as we know Harry, he was never willing to give up until he put a smile on the faces of people that he loved. Right after placing his own food next to Y/N’s, he made his way to their bedroom in which Y/N fled into not even five minutes ago.

He knocked on the door to make sure she knew that he was there and then let himself in.

“Love, can we talk please? I really don’t understand why you’re so off lately. Y/N? Why are you crying?” He immediately ran towards the bed on which she sat, her upper body resting on her knees and her arms being wrapped around her legs.

She felt the bed shifting under Harry’s pressure but when he intended to bring her body into a warm embrace she stopped him in a second.

“Don’t! Please, I- I want to be alone.”

“What happened, Y/N? What made you cry, love? Why won’t you tell me?”

“Please, don’t ask, just leave me be. I wanna be alone.”

“Love-“

“Out! Get out!” she said by interrupting him harshly, pointing at the door. Harry’s heart broke in an instant due to the harshness she was treating him with. He only wanted to help because hell he cared for her so much. Was he doing wrong? Shouldn’t a man comfort his woman when she was in distress? Nevertheless, he let her mourn whatever she was mourning over and if she wanted to be alone there was nothing left for him except to live with her decision.

He went back to the other side of the room, grasping the handle of the door. He didn’t exit the room before Y/N knew how much he loved her despite the quick argument they had. “I love you, petal. I’m at the study if you need me.”

If he just realised what kind of emotions his words had triggered in Y/N. Once he was out of reach, she couldn’t contain another wave of tears and went back to her crying mode. She slipped under the covers despite being still dressed in her normal clothes but she was too drained of her strength to get changed.

She turned on the radio on her nightstand. The first melody to the song she was listening to now along with Harry’s voice hit her ears. No matter how much she kept listening to this special song, it always managed to make her cry for two weeks straight. When Harry wasn’t at home but in the studio instead, she would turn it on and cry for hours. It was not the entire lyrics she could identify herself with but just a few phrases which applied to her emotional state.

“Who’s this whisper telling me that I’m never gonna get away?”

Stockholm Syndrome described perfectly her inner debate that she had for so many days. The “whisper” in her case was her emotion, her love for Harry, telling her she would never gonna get away from him. All this time, Y/N was being cold to Harry because she realised that she was on her way to become a lot dependent of him. She could never live without him. She was so emotionally bonded to him that her love for this human being tore her apart. It hurt so much but yet was so beautiful at the same time. She would have done everything for him.

“But I feel I’m getting used to being held by you”

This line described how there was no way she could escape from Harry’s cage made of pure love because she knew he would never let her run away from him. He had her completely under his power and Y/N would never want to resist breaking out which made everything even more complicated.

“Baby look what you’ve done to me /Baby you’ve got me tied down”

“Baby I’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way”

If she couldn’t find a way out of this dependence she would be lost, at least that’s what she thought.

“Yeah I fell for you...”

“I love you, too...” she choked, her heart hurting so much that she struggled to breathe. “So, so much.”

She cried the entire night, lulling herself to sleep this way.

Meanwhile, Harry was sitting in his study, scribbling something in his diary. Jeff had texted him if he wanted to join them to go out however he couldn’t live with himself knowing that he left Y/N alone with her situation. So he declined the offer.

After midnight, he chose it was the perfect time to stop his doings and finally join his love in their bed. It is an understatement to tell how much he wanted to be with her when yearning is the exact word to describe how he felt. He yearned for her. There was only a certain amount of time in which he could endure without her presence however his limit was already crossed a few hours ago. Whatever it was that bothered Y/N and made her push him away, left him in complete darkness and gnawed on his mind. For five hours straight, Harry was thinking about what he could’ve possibly done that she shoved him away and to be honest it made him damn crazy. Not knowing why and what your girlfriend was crying over is enough to make you wanna rip your hair off your head.

Her behavior confused him. Whenever she felt upset or down she always gladly accepted his attempts for a comforting embrace until she would relax and feel better again but this time she didn’t even gave him a chance trying to soothe her. The way she had reacted gave Harry even more determination to find out what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Rubbing over his eyes, Harry shut his diary close in which he wrote down some new songs ideas and placed it in the drawer of his writing desk. Standing up from his chair, he left his study and went straight ahead to their bedroom.

The lyrics to “Stockholm Syndrome” hit his ears when he arrived at their private paradise, sending Harry to a complete bewilderment because she still had that song on permanent loop. But why? What was special about it so that Y/N kept and kept listening to it for hours? He couldn’t know. The only solution was to ask her himself.

He carefully opened the door and peeked through the door gap just to find his girlfriend covered in the thick blankets. A sheet of handkerchiefs decorated her bedside table, indicating of how much she must have cried throughout these hours.

“Y/N?” he called for her but when he got no response in return, he assumed she probably fell asleep.

Therefore, he switched the radio off, leaving the room in complete silence.

Observing her profoundly, his heart pained at the sight of her. The image that was provided to him left him utterly speechless. The spot under her eyes and her cheeks were totally red from her crying, redder than anything he had seen before, her lips chapped and bitten until they bled. She breathed through her mouth because of her blocked nose and her fingers tightly clung onto the bed sheets.

She was a mess and it literally shocked him to see this side of her. Entirely broken and lost.

His hand reached out to her head, softly wandering through the strands of her hair. Such a simple gesture as this was filled with so much love and devotion for the sleeping beauty in front of him.

“Why wouldn’t you talk to me, love?” he sighed, then got up to get changed from his daily clothes into his pajamas. He neatly folded his shirt and jeans and put them back to their usual place in his dresser.

With his bare feet, he tiptoed back to the bed after he turned off the lights, lifted up the covers and slipped beside the woman he loved. A wave of relief washed over him now that he was able to hold her again. He spooned her from behind, wrapping his arms firmly but yet gently around her waist and pressing himself against her back. His face nuzzled her neck, one of his favorite places. His lips touched the bare skin of her shoulder. Leaving a content breath, he felt his limbs slowly getting start to become heavy.

“Harry?” Y/N’s voice called for him in the dark. Her sudden talking took him by surprise as he was about to fall asleep. He thought she slept already but what he wasn’t aware of was that Y/N woke up as soon as he had entered the room. He opened his eyes again.

“Hmm?”

“Let go.”

His head, which rested comfortably on the cushion before, shot up in an instant. What the hell? He turned on the light on his nightstand beside him. Furrowing his eyebrows confusedly, he moved forward so he could have a better view on the side of her face. There, he discovered that she had her eyes trained on the large bookshelf opposite of their bed.

“Excuse me?”

“I said let go. Please let go of me.” she said with her voice laced in a monotone tune, not pointing any hint of emotion.

“Why is that, love?”

“Just let go.”

“Did I do something for you to push me away?” he said, slightly angered, untangling his arms from her body. “Because if there’s anything then I have no fucking clue what I did.”

“Don’t be a baby because I won’t let you hold me, Harry. And no you did absolutely nothing.”

“What is this about then?”

“You’re asking too many questions tonight.”

“Because you gave me no other choice, for fucks sake!” Y/N flinched at the sudden rise of his voice. “For almost two fucking weeks, you kept ignoring me and never talked to me except if I talked to you. Fuck, you didn’t even look at my face so how can I not feel like I’ve done something for you to behave like this?”

“Stop, Harry. I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to disappoint you miss, but that’s exactly what were gonna do now. We’re gonna talk, whether you want it or not.”

The next second, Y/N jumped out of the bed, throwing the covers aside which hit Harry’s face without hurting him. Harry was shocked about her outburst.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t. This is too much!” Y/N sobbed into her hands, then immediately ran out of the room to the guest room next door.

Harry was hot on her heels. He couldn’t tell enough how his girlfriend’s behavior just confused him.

He heard how Y/N locked the door, shutting him out.

“Y/N! Open this god damn door before I crack it!” Harry screamed, punching hardly against the door and getting even desperate every passing second. “Come on, love! Open up!”

“Go away, please just go away! I don’t want to see you!” He perceived her muffled cries from the other side.

“Love, I’m worried about you, can’t you see that? Tell me what I did and I swear I’m gonna leave.”

The fast the door was locked, the fast it was opened again, with Y/N having a distraught expression attached on her face. Her eyes spit nothing but fear and worry. She shook her head in denial.

“No.. no no no no no.. Don’t leave... Don’t leave… Don’t leave… Don’t do that to me… please…”

She tugged at her hair, almost ripping those strands off her head and Harry was afraid she could hurt herself.

“Yell at me, scream at me, punch me in the face but don’t leave me, I’m begging you,” she choked, her breath labored and her heart paining and aching terribly.

“Hey, I would never leave you, love. I didn’t mean it like that.” Harry stepped closer to her.

“Easy, love, at ease,” Harry said, grasping the apple of her cheeks despite the tears that were streaming from her eyes and stroking them gently. Her breath faltered the more she cried and Harry noticed that if he wouldn’t find a way to calm her down, she may have a panic attack. He had her face firmly between his palms now, forcing her to lock eyes with him.

“Breathe, love, just breathe for me,” he ordered. “In and out, in and out. You’re doing so well, baby.” He pecked her slight sweaty forehead, assuring her that he was there for her and that everything was going to be fine.

“It hurts,” Y/N choked, feeling her pain tightening her lungs and cutting her from getting access to oxygen. “It hurts so much, Harry. I can’t take it anymore!”

“What hurts, baby? Tell me what’s bothering you. Let me help you.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” she rambled on and on, clinging onto his body, her hand fisting the material of his shirt while she cried on his shoulder.

Harry didn’t understand the world anymore. Was Y/N really crying because she loved him?

“I love you too, love. But what’s going on?” he asked nervously.

Y/N pulled away so she could look at his face. Her fingers played with the little hair at the end of his neck. She observed his beautifully sculptured features which shot another stream of theirs into her eyes. Her lower lip trembled enormously.

“I’m afraid, Harry.“ Her voice cracked. “I’m afraid of my own feelings. I’m afraid of loving you.”

Harry bent forward to capture their lips to a kiss. He felt like it was all she needed to relax. But deep down, he was still utterly confused.

“I don’t understand, love,” he stated. “Please, explain.”

Y/N, finally getting the control of her body back, took a deep breath from her nose before she replied, also giving him an answer why she acted the way she did throughout these days.

“What I feel for you is more than I can handle and it scares me. It scares me how much I love you. You- You’re gonna leave me. You’re either gonna leave me for somebody else or you gonna die on me one day but it’ll happen one way or another and I don’t know if I can deal with such a loss. I don’t know what I would do and I’m so anxious about it. Harry, my love for you is wider than the entire universe. Damn, if only words were enough to describe how I feel about you but they’re not. I don’t want to love you if it means it’s going to drag me down eventually. I don’t want to love you more than you will ever love me, Harry.”

Harry had the urge to laugh, but there was absolutely nothing to laugh about it. The whole time he thought he messed up something. However, the words Y/N spoke stung terribly. “I don’t want to love you more than you will ever love me” kept repeating in his mind. How could she say something like that? Didn’t she know already that Harry was willing to give everything up for her? That he would tear down the entire world for her?

“First of all, there is no way that you can love me more because I love you more than a man can ever love a woman. Y/N you make me so happy and so madly in love with you, I don’t even understand why you worry so much. You’re stuck with me forever, beautiful. I will never give you away because you’re mine and always will be. I wished you would have talked to me sooner about your feelings.”

“I’m not gonna force you to make a promise you can’t probably keep. It’s neither fair to you or me.”

“Do you doubt my love for you?”

“No.”

“Then stop talking nonsense. I already told you that you belong to me once and forever.”

“I’m sorry I was a bitch to you,” Y/N said sheepishly. She needed to make it up to him in the shortest time possible.

“Ahh, I’m not having you cursing at yourself, love. I’d rather know what had triggered this sort of feelings in you because this doesn’t come out of nowhere.”

“Both of my best friends lost their boyfriends and their relationships were the ones I admired the most. They were perfectly in love with each other just as we are, but then everything went downhill. One died in a car crash and the other one ended things with my friend. I couldn’t help but compare us to them. And it made me realise how much you have me wrapped around your finger,” Y/N confessed, slinging her arms around Harry’s body and pressing him against her.

“I won’t leave you anytime soon, love. I’d put my hand in the fire for that.”

He connected his lips lovingly to hers, showing all his love and affection with one single kiss.

Back in their bed , Harry was lying beneath her and she had her head rested on his chest. One of his hands ran softly through her locks while he let his other on run up and down her back soothingly. Y/N listened to the beating of his heat and felt the vibrations of his voice as he hummed the lyrics to “Just a little bit of your heart” that he wrote for another artist. The soft tune coming from his mouth lulled her to sleep.

“Just a little bit of your heart/ Just a little bit of your heart/ Just a little bit of your heart is all I want

Just a little bit of your heart/ Just a little bit of your heart/ Just a little bit is all I’m asking for...”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles au #harry styles prompt

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gedachtenextracten · 7 years ago

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The Wonders of Autocorrect (chapter 8) - a rookie blue ff

(previous parts - read on AO3)

The car slowed down and parked in front of Holly’s house, shaking Gail from her thoughts. Jeff walked outside to greet them. Uncle Zac got out of the car and they started talking while unloading the car. Gail was staring at the scene before her, not moving to get out of the car herself.

Holly had been looking at her closely. She put her hand over Gail’s and spoke softly. “We can go over, if you want.”

Gail just nodded. “If that’s alright for your family.”

“I’ll explain that there’s an emergency. They’ll understand. Is that alright with you?”

Gail nodded again. “Thanks for being there,” she whispered.

Holly kissed her temple. “Always, honey.”

Holly got out of the car and spoke briefly with her uncle and dad. Gail heard Jeff ask if everything was alright and if they could help. Gail couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, she only saw their lips move and Holly shake her head or nod occasionally. Then, Holly got back in the car and told Gail uncle Zac would drive them over.

Only minutes after, they found themselves in front of a big, white house with a big lawn, not unlike Gail’s own house. Gail stood as if frozen and stared at the front door. She felt the house loom over her, as if they were part of a movie scene and the worst was yet to come. Which, maybe, it was.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can go back,” Holly offered.

Gail shook her head. “No. But you don’t have to come if you don’t want to either.” Holly’s presence meant the world to her, but she didn’t want to assume Holly actually wanted to be there. She wasn’t sure if she would want to if the roles were reversed.

But Holly took Gail’s hand in hers. “I’m here for you, Gail.”

Gail took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Let’s do this.”

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“Oh. Hi?” Holly had never heard someone sound so small and insecure. “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to see me… You didn’t respond to any of my texts.”

“Can, um, can we come in?” asked Gail.

A nod. Gail and Holly stepped inside and closed the door after them, before all going upstairs and into an all too familiar bedroom. And then they just looked at each other, gauging each other.

Gail couldn’t take it anymore. Andy’s tear-stained face made her heart ache. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better.”

Andy sat down on her bed. Gail stood awkwardly next to the door. Holly decided to step in. She took a seat next to Andy. “We got a text from Nick.”

“Oh.” Andy looked surprised. “He, um, he hasn’t responded to me.” She looked at Gail. “So, um, you know then.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“We do.”

Andy started crying in silence. Holly placed her arm around her and pulled her closer to comfort her. And Gail, who couldn’t bear to look at her former friend being in so much emotional pain, sat down next to her too but avoided touching her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” hiccupped Andy. “I—"

Holly squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to explain anything. Gail just wanted—Gail wanted—” She looked up and caught Gail’s gaze. Gail nodded. She’d take it from there.

“We wanted to let you know we’re here. For you.”

Andy choked out a sob. “You are?”

“Yes,” said Gail firmly. “But that doesn’t mean I have forgiven you. That will take time.”

“I’m so sorry. I—”

“I don’t want to talk about that now,” Gail interrupted her. “Let’s just sit down for a while, until you feel a little calmer. Then we can talk about anything else you’d like to talk about. Okay?”

Andy nodded.

Gail took Andy’s hand and squeezed it. “Good.”

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The doorbell rang shortly after. Andy got up. “I called Traci before you arrived, she said she was on her way,” she said apologetically. “I actually thought it was her at the door earlier.”

Gail waved her off. “Just go open the door already.”

As Andy left the room, Gail shuffled closer to Holly and said in a low voice “This is not how I imagined you meeting my friends.”

Holly smiled empathically. “Me neither. But you and I meeting wasn’t how I imagined meeting my girlfriend either. So I guess weird encounters are just normal for us.”

Gail smiled back. “Yeah,” she agreed.

Then Andy and Traci stepped in the room.

“Hey, Gail, and…?” Traci said.

“Holly,” Gail supported. “My girlfriend.”

“…and Holly,” Traci smiled. “Hi. I’m Traci. Gail’s friend.” She gestured for Gail to move aside. “Scoot. I want a seat too.” She sat down next to Gail and looked from one person in the room to the other. “Wow. I think we all really need to talk.”

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They decided to go for a walk, all four of them. They left in the direction of the park,, as Gail suggested they might look for an ice cream truck while there, ‘because ice cream makes everything better’. It could cool down many situations too, Holly added. And as Traci said, the sun washot that day. There was absolutely no need to put a jacket on.

There was a silent understanding to avoid bringing up the reason they were all there, at least for now. Andy finally seemed to feel a little bit better now that her friends were there. She was the one to bring up the topic of Gail and Holly.

“I’m sorry about how I behaved last time I saw you. I understand that you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“I’m sorry about what I said back then, about you and Nick deserving each other. Nick’s an even bigger asshole than you.”

“Yeah.” Andy looked guilty. “Gail, I’m truly sorry about what happened. I should never have—”

“I wouldn’t be together with Holly if it weren’t for you and Nick. That’s actually the only good thing he’s brought on me. If it weren’t for him, I would have never gone over to Holly’s and we wouldn’t have m—" Holly grabbed Gail’s sleeve and pulled her into her. The rest of her words were muffled by Holly’s lips on her own. “—met,” she whispered, before easing into the kiss.

It was over all too soon. “I’m sorry, I just needed you to shut up,” she husked. “You were going to give us away.”

“Wow,” Traci whistled. “Gail. I’ve never seen you so publicly affectionate with anyone. What has gotten into you?”

“Or who?” whispered Gail in Holly’s ear.

“That’s not accurate,” Holly whispered back.

“Not yet,” Gail agreed. She grabbed Holly’s hand and turned to face Traci. “Have you seen Holly. Anything to keep her around.”

“Awww.” Traci winked at Holly. “

“Keep it in your pants, Nash.”

Traci mocked saluted her. “Yes, Officer Peck.”

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Andy jogged until she was up to speed with Gail. She was obviously overthinking something, Gail could tell. She’d just have to wait for it to come out.

She didn’t have to wait long. “I—I’m happy for you and Holly.”

“Thanks,” said Gail dryly.

But with every word Andy spoke after that, Gail got more and more confused. “I get what she sees in you. You’re more than worth it. I should have never chosen a boy over you.”

Gail lifted an eyebrow. “Are you propositioning me, McNally? Because I’m gonna say no.”

“I hope so.” Holly and Traci, who had been walking behind them, had obviously been eavesdropping. Holly wrapped her arm around Gail’s waist posessively. “I’m the only one you should say yes to.”

“Don’t worry, nerd.” She tapped Holly’s nose with her index finger. “I’ll choose you every time. Definitely if you buy me an ice cream.” She pointed to the ice cream truck parked a little further down.

Holly sighed in mock despair. “Alright, moocher.”

They all bought ice cream and moved to the nearest bench. Gail claimed there wasn’t enough space on the bench to fit them all so she would have to sit on Holly’s lap. She didn’t mind Holly’s cone was very close to her as well, though Holly did, since Gail kept eating her ice cream as well as her own.

They talked about anything and nothing. Still, neither of them brought up the real reason they were there. They tried to keep it as light as possible. So when Andy dropped Nick’s name, they could feel the atmosphere shift from semi-relaxed to tense within a moment.

It was not that Gail didn’t want to talk about it. Well, maybe she didn’t. But she wanted to speak with Holly so badly, and not with Andy. Not yet. Even though she knew Andy needed her now, like she needed Traci. She could be there, physically, and let her know that she was willing to be there, but that she needed more time to sort out her own thoughts. A lot more time. Because even though Gail would have thought she’d be able to shake it all off, and forget all about Andy, she couldn’t. They had been friends for too long. A part of her did miss her friend tremendously. She’d tried avoiding Andy, but in doing so she’d also avoided Traci. And the other members of their group of friends too, since Andy was bound to be there when the rest of them met up. It came as a big shock to her when Traci had told her earlier that they hadn’t seen Andy much either. Traci had texted them both, and Andy had told her what had happened while Gail’s lips were sealed. Gail had answered Traci’s texts but always declined her invitations to meet up with her and/or the others. Now she wished she hadn’t. She could have introduced Holly to Traci a while ago. She should have. She felt slightly guilty that she hadn’t done so sooner. Holly and Traci seemed to get along, which was good. Gail felt sure that Holly was right for her, and that Traci was happy for them.

Gail might never say it out loud, but Traci was a great friend. They went way back, having met at summer camp when they weren’t even teens yet. Traci was talking to Andy right now, calming her down, comforting her, reassuring her. And Gail wasn’t even jealous. She knew Traci was there for her too, that she didn’t judge either Gail or Andy. And as Gail felt Holly softly squeeze her hand, she knew that even in this moment, Holly was there for her too.

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In the end, Gail mostly stayed silent while Traci and even Holly did the talking. She didn’t know what to say. A part of her – a bigger part than she’d like to admit – was relieved when their ways finally parted and everyone went back to their own homes. At least, that was the plan, but Gail hadn’t even noticed Holly had led her back to her house until she took Gail’s key and opened the lock of her front door and took her upstairs and sat her down on the couch. That was when Gail’s thoughts spilled out, getting more real and scary as the words fell off her lips. And after it all, after all her insecurities were spoken out loud, Holly was still there to comfort her. To tell her that she wasn’t a bad person, to tell her that it was normal to have all these mixed up feelings, to tell her that she was allowed to feel what she felt. That she wasn’t a bad person for ignoring Andy but reaching out now that she needed her most.

“But it took me until Nick’s text to stop being this mad.”

“Your first instinct was to run to Andy, not Nick.’

“So?”

“You’re mad at her—which you’re allowed to be. You also still care about her.”

Gail looked so broken in that moment, her voice small. “I don’t want to still care about her.”

“Oh, honey. I know you don’t want to.” She tucked a strand of Gail’s hair behind her ear. “But you do.”

Gail looked up at her. Holly saw the unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

“Gail,” Holly offered softly. Gail looked away. She didn’t want to see the pity in Holly’s eyes. “Honey, no, look at me,” Holly pleaded.

“You don’t have to pity me.”

“I don’t. Gail, honey, you’re strong and caring and compassionate. I’m sorry this is hurting you so much, but I don’t pity you.”

“But she’s pregnant. With Nick’s baby. Nick, who was my boyfriend at the time this baby was conceived.”

“I know, honey.” She pulled Gail into her. “I know.”

#the wonders of autocorrect #officer lunchbox #gail x holly #gail peck #holly stewart #fanfic #ff #rookie blue #ml

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keelywolfe · 6 years ago

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FIC: Any Other Tuesday (ch3, baon)

Summary: It started the same as any other Tuesday

Tags: Spicyhoney, Original Undertale Characters, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Prejudice Against Monsters, Violence, Injury

part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Notes: You guys have been watching the tags on this one, right? Okay, then, let’s go.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Any college student in Ebott could tell you that Golden City was the best place for Chinese in town. They served obscene portion sizes of delicious food, at a price that kept them very busy throughout the week. Despite that, they didn’t have to wait long after they walked in the door. A tiny Asian woman in a large apron came up to them almost immediately, chattering away as she gestured for them to follow.

Stretch prattled along with her, not a single word that Jeff could understand. Possibly Mandarin? He didn’t know. Neither Edge nor Antwan seemed surprised by this turn of events, only following her to a corner table where they were promptly sat.

“i’ve got a standing reservation here,” Stretch leaned in to whisper conspiratorially. “featured them on my twitter once and the owner loved it. course, the edgelord here doesn’t like to eat out that much, so i mostly use it for lunch.”

“Eating out is perfectly fine for an indulgence, not as a daily practice,” Edge told him. He was trying to surreptitiously wipe the table with one of the napkins. It looked perfectly clean to Jeff, but he didn’t ask, and when Stretch absently picked up his water glass and the soy sauce bottle on his side of the table so that Edge could wipe beneath it, Jeff automatically did the same with the little basket of sweeteners and the salt shaker.

Cleaning off the table, no matter how unnecessary, seemed to calm Edge somewhat. He allowed Stretch to take one of his gloved hands, twining their fingers together. Beneath the table, Antwan did the same, closing his warm hand over Jeff’s, his thumb stroking the smooth skin of his wrist, and Jeff felt like his heart might burst.

No menus appeared but that didn’t seem to matter. Hot tea was on the table in minutes and not long after there were plates loaded with food, bowls filled with rice, all wedged together on the table between water glasses and sauces, piled together family-style.

Thinking of that way pinched, a little, but…yeah, they were good friends, the best of. Jeff didn’t think Stretch would mind if he thought of them as family.

It was fun. Stretch was just…Stretch, but Edge showed more than a few glimpses of the bone-dry sense of humor that Jeff knew lurked beneath the surface of his scowling veneer. There was plenty of food; sesame noodles and fried wontons, vegetable stir fry and egg foo young. Antwan and Stretch battled with chopsticks over the last egg roll, neither of them noticing until it was too late that Edge stole it out from under them, and Jeff couldn’t stop laughing at their outraged expressions while Edge smugly chewed.

There was more tea and laughter, and by the time they were splitting up the fortune cookies, the Great Action Figure Catastrophe was mostly out of his mind.

“okay, okay, let’s see what i got,” Stretch broke open his cookie, absently munching on a piece as he unfolded his fortune. “’the early bird gets the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese’,” he read, then scowled. “that’s not a fortune, that’s a proverb. bleh.” He crumbled it up and tossed it on the table. “what did you get, babe?”

“It says my lucky numbers are 7, 14, 26, 32, 47, and 59,” Edge said, so seriously that at first Jeff didn’t see the sparkle in his eye lights.

“turn it over, asshole,” Stretch sighed, “come on!”

“Ah, there it is,” Edge squinted at the tiny print. “Hm, it says a beautiful, smart, and funny person will be coming in to my life.”

“that one’s a little late.”

“It is,” Edge said agreeably. He set the broken bits of his cookie on Stretch’s plate, where they were promptly consumed. “Once they find me, I’ll have to explain to them that I already married you.”

Stretch choked on his last bite, chewing furiously before reaching over to give Edge a rough shove.

“you shit,” Stretch said fondly, and didn’t resist when Edge took hold of his hand, drawing it up to press a kiss against his knuckles.

“You see?” Edge murmured against the delicate bones. “This is why no one should set their path to the declarations of baked goods.”

Antwan only shook his head and opened his. “’To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing’.”

“must be why people are always bitching at you, antwan, you don’t do any of those.”

“I’m a lawyer, I thrive on criticism,” Antwan said easily. He gave Jeff a nudge with his elbow. “All right, what about you?”

Jeff broke the cookie over his plate to keep the crumbs from scattering, unfolding his fortune.

Don’t worry about money, the best things in life are free.

He only realized he was staring at it for too long when Stretch said, cautiously, “andy? you okay?”

“Um, yeah.” He crumpled it up, tossing it on the table. “I’m going to hit the restroom before we take off, be right back.”

He didn’t wait for anyone to say anything, pushing back his chair and heading towards the long hallway that led to the toilets. They were meant for a single person and he went in gratefully, locking the door behind him. Inside, he ignored the toilet with its little basket of potpourri on the tank and went to the sink. Splashing cold water on his face helped ease the stinging heat and he braced his hands on the sides, breathing deeply as the water trickled down his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” he told himself, “It’s okay, they don’t mind.” Yeah, didn’t mind that he was a fucking freeloader, all starting with his student loans getting paid off for the low, low price of being a decent person.

Jeff sighed, yanking a few paper towels from the holder and drying his face. They really didn’t care, he honestly knew it. Knowing it didn’t make him feel better, though, and the food was sitting heavy in his belly when he opened the door…and almost ran headfirst into Antwan.

“You were taking a while. You feeling okay?" His dark eyes searched Jeff’s face with visible concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine,” Jeff summoned up a smile, settling a hand on Antwan’s chest before he asked lightly, “So, am I headed back to your place with you tonight?”

He knew the answer before Antwan said a word, the apologetic expression that crossed his face said it all, and his hopes fell.

“I can’t tonight, I’m heading out as soon as we’re done with dinner. We have a big court case coming up and I need to polish my opening statement.” He glanced out of the hallway and whatever he saw must’ve satisfied him because he leaned in to nuzzle a soft kiss at the base of Jeff’s throat, soft and teasing. “You’re too much of a distraction to have laying around.”

"Aww, not even a cuddle at bedtime?” Jeff tried. Going home alone tonight sounded like a misery. if he could just sleep in Antwan’s bed, wake up in the middle of the night and know someone was sleeping beside him, maybe—

Antwan only shook his head. "I’m not very good at only cuddling around you. Better not to have the temptation.”

His fragile soap bubble hopes popped just like that and Jeff nodded, keeping his smile firmly pasted in place. But some of his disappointment must’ve shown, because Antwan’s reached up and cupped his face in one hand.

“What about this weekend?” Antwan suggested. “Stay over Saturday night and Sunday morning we can sleep in.”

It was a good compromise, a few nights on his own to earn a morning in Antwan’s bed. “I like the sound of that. Come on, before they send out a search party.”

Stretch and Edge were waiting when they came out, bags of leftovers sitting in wait. The bill was on the table, signed in Edge’s precise hand and Jeff couldn’t help looking, wincing as he saw the total. The bags only made it worse and he couldn’t decide if he should carry one to help out or leave it so it didn’t look like he was claiming it as his own. Antwan and Edge took the choice out of his hands, gathering up the bags between them.

Whatever cheerful farewell Stretch called to their hostess got him a chorus of the same from the kitchen, the entire staff waving as they went out in the cool night air. It was almost dark, the sun just dipping below the horizon.

“is all that gonna fit in that suitcase you call a trunk?” Stretch asked. He was lighting a cigarette almost before they were out the door, deliberately walking ahead of them so he couldn’t see Edge’s scowl.

“There is nothing wrong with my trunk,” Edge said coolly. The bag rustled at his side, almost creaking from its burden as he walked a little faster. “At least my car fits four people, unlike someone else.”

“Don’t be shitting on my car, it didn’t do anything to you,” Antwan grumbled.

“Oh, please, I have serious car envy from both of you,” Jeff said, wryly. That much he could admit, couldn’t he? “Someday, I’m going to own a car like yours. Or maybe a car at all.”

“nothing wrong with the bus,” Stretch said loftily. He danced nimbly aside as Edge tried to pluck away his cigarette. How he moved that quickly without actually shortcutting, Jeff did not know, but somehow he was suddenly on the other side of their little group, taking a hasty drag as Edge stalked him determinedly.

“Yeah, but you only take it to prevent vehicular homicide,” Antwan said with a snort.

“please, it would be manslaughter at best…okay, okay, i’m done with it, edgelord, fuck me.” He tossed the butt down, grinding it out under his sneaker and retrieving the squashed remains to toss in a nearby trash can.

Edge watched Stretch a moment longer, until he was sure the lighter wasn’t making a reappearance, then said, "Jeff, if you’d like, you can drive mine for the ride home.”

That made him stop, staring at Edge in disbelief. Edge’s car was gorgeous, sleek and cherry-red, and probably way out of Jeff’s lifetime budget. "Seriously?”

“Of course.” Edge pulled out his keys and started to hand them over, then drew them back inches from Jeff’s hand. "You can, I assume?"

“Yeah, yeah, of course I can!" Jeff laughed. He snatched the keys as they were offered to him again with a whoop of joy. Fuck it, if nothing else, he could enjoy driving an awesome car, even if it wasn’t his own.

Edge always parked in the back of any lot, away from the crowd of other cars. Jeff ran ahead, all his attention on that gorgeous cherry-red paint job and it had been a while since he’d driven, sure, but he wasn’t worried. Maybe this was only an excuse for Edge and Stretch to make out in the backseat, but Jeff didn’t care. This was going to be awesome.

When he tried to remember what happened later, nothing stood out. He saw them standing there, sure, but didn't think anything of it, why would he? It was barely nine o'clock and Ebott was a nice town. Three men in t-shirts and work boots, nothing remarkable about them, standing around on the sidewalk with cigarettes in hand. It was about as normal as could be.

That one of them swung into his path only brought surprise, not fear, and Jeff nearly ran into him, apologies automatically coming to his lips, “Oh, sorry about—"

He broke off, couldn’t even cry out at the sudden shock of tearing pain.

“That's what you get, monster fucker." The face so close to his own was unshaven, bloodshot eyes boring into his own. His breath was rank with alcohol, sickeningly thick, and he spit when he talked, a fine spray of foulness against Jeff's face.

Past that first jagged thrust of excruciating pain, it didn't even really hurt, not at first. Like a weak punch, once, twice, three times, against his belly, and then Jeff staggered back, away from the man, who had tiny blossoms of bright red suddenly speckling his white t-shirt. Jeff looked down, saw the handle sticking out and all he could think was that it didn't belong there. He fumbled at it with numb fingers that turned crimson and slippery when he touched it.

Later, he would think how strange it was that everything was sort of blurred in his memory, but he could still remember some detail vividly. There was shouting, cursing, screaming, but none of it was him. He only stood, wavering on his feet and staring at the redness dripping from his hands.

He stabbed me, Jeff realized numbly, I’m bleeding. It was a knife handle, the knife was still in him, and there was the pain, sharp and wrong and terrible. He opened his mouth to cry out and couldn’t, warm copper choking him, blood bubbling out from between his lips.

The screaming cut off abruptly into a new, terrible silence broken only by scuffling against pavement, but Jeff was sliding to his knees in slow motion, falling back on the sidewalk. There was a street light over him, pouring harsh fluorescents down in a glaring circle.

"Jeff?" Antwan was suddenly there, the light behind his head cast his face in shadow, but Jeff could still see his eyes, so wide the whites showed all the way around, "Jeff? Baby? Fuck, oh, god, oh fuck—“

He's never called me that, Jeff thought hazily, reaching up to touch him but his hands were bloody, couldn’t touch him with dirty, bloody hands, tried to pull away. Antwan grabbed his hand anyway, the wetness squelching between their palms, and that was blood, his blood, he was bleeding.

More scuffling sounds and feet appeared next to him in worn converse with untied laces dragging in the dirt.

"edge, let them breathe. if you kill them, the paperwork will never end." Each word was bitten off with sharp precision, colder than he’d ever heard Stretch talk. “antwan, i need you to move, pal. come on, we need to hurry. give me your jacket.”

The knife handle vanished beneath Antwan’s jacket spread over him, and Stretch was crouching next to him now, his bones stark in the garish streetlight. His eye lights glowed fiercely in his sockets, no, it was only one eye light, strobing orange with seizure-inducing intensity.

“jeff? jeff, look at me, kid." No, not, Jeff, Stretch never called him Jeff. He was Andy, Handy Andy. Jeff tried to correct him and coughed, gagging on the thick taste of iron in his throat. “i need you to listen to me, okay? i’m gonna help you, but the police are on their way and we can't have this much blood and no one hurt, do you understand?"

Police, yes, he could hear sirens, distant still but getting closer.

“Stretch, you need to hurry.” Edge’s voice was further away, oddly strained.

"i know.” He leaned in close, whispering softly, “don't worry, kiddo, you're going to be all right. I promise."

I promise. It sounded so fierce, no hilarious little pinkie swear, but more like a vow, an unbroken oath.

The feel of long, bony fingers sliding under his shirt was impossibly ticklish, strange to feel anything outside of the pain. They were cool against his skin, then suddenly they weren’t, warming, almost painfully hot. From beneath the jacket came an eerie, greenish glow, mostly stifled but Jeff couldn’t look away from it, mesmerized. It went brighter, streaming out through the sleeves and the seams. The pain receded some, draining into that heat, swirling away and leaving a strange weakness behind. Until that faded, too, and the glow dimmed to nothingness.

Suddenly, Jeff could breathe much easier again; his mouth still tasted foul, but it was easier. Next to him, Antwan leaned in close, gathering up Jeff’s hand again. His knuckles were grimy even in the streetlight, rusty with drying blood.

“there you go.” Stretch wobbled where he was crouching, falling to his knees on the sidewalk. Sweat was beading on his skull, running down his face in translucent orange rivulets and his eye lights were back to their normal pale, soft white. “it's all good, kid, just like i said. go to sleep now, all right? we'll be there when you wake up.”

He pulled his hands out from beneath the coat and tossed something aside. It was the knife, Jeff realize distantly, it wasn’t in him anymore. “antwan, here, you need to keep pressure on this still.” And when he didn’t move, Stretch grabbed his hand impatiently. “come on, help out here. jeff’s gonna be okay.”

"Supposed to call me Andy," Jeff mumbled. It still hurt, but not as bad, a tooth-ache sort of throbbing in his gut as Antwan did as he was told and pushed the bunched-up fabric of his jacket down where only moments ago his blood was spilling out.

Stretch let out a tired chuckle. "sorry, running jokes were disrupted by injury. okay, andy, go to sleep, yeah?”

It was hard to resist that order, darkness dragging at him even as the sirens soared in volume, other voices raised around them. Two hands were holding his own, uncaring of the mess. One was bony and hard, but comfortingly warm and the other gripped almost too hard, trembling in his grip.

I’m okay, he tried to say but the words didn’t come. Instead, his eyes drifted closed on their own and the darkness pulled him down.

~~*~~

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Nobody Knows How Old Derek Was When The Fire Happened, Not Even Jeff Davis, Not Even After He Tried To Change Derek's Age: An Essay By Me

In Other News, Canon Continues To Make No Sense, Water Is Wet, Etc

So let’s get down to it. In Season 1, which takes place in the spring semester of 2011, several characters confirm multiple times that the fire was six years ago, which puts it sometime in 2005.

Derek: 6 years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. [Peter] was the only survivor.

—1.04 Magic Bullet

Peter’s nurse: Let him go. You think after 6 years of this, yelling at him is going to get a response?

—1.06 Heart Monitor

Mr. Harris: It was 6 years ago, and in my defense, it was before I’d gotten sober. … And a week later, the Hale house burns down.

—1.09 Wolf’s Bane

Peter: Scott, if I may interrupt your listing of the top five most impotent-sounding threats for a moment, try and remember that I’ve been in a coma for 6 years.

—1.10 Co-Captain

Peter: Apologize. Say that you’re sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for 6 years.

—1.12 Code Breaker

(It’s worth adding that Stiles says in the pilot that Derek is “just a few years older than us” and the fire was “like 10 years ago” but since this is the ONLY time it’s not being referred to as 6 years ago in every season except 3A, where it is only implied, I’ll reluctantly allow JD to chalk it up to him having been mistaken, which is what I think he said about this particular line. I feel like I’ve also read that they originally intended for Derek to be 19 in the pilot, which by this line would have put him at 9 when the fire happened or if the fire was 6 years ago, 13. I can’t track down a source for that and it’s obviously terribly wrong anyway, so we’ll leave that line alone for this particular thought exercise.)

According to Derek’s driver’s license (which pops up in 1.11 Formality), he was born in 1988, making him 16 or 17 when the fire happened in 2005, depending on whether or not it was before or after his birthday. (His actual birthday is either on November 7th or December 25th, depending on if you believe his driver’s license or a calendar that came in one of the DVDs, but there’s no point in speculating over the actual month and day when we can’t even keep the year straight. It’s also worth noting that while the novel On Fire has been declared non-canonical, when it hit shelves, Season 2 was airing, and it put Derek at 16 at the time of the fire as well, but did not give him a birthdate.)

Anyway, IF you discount the driver’s license as just a quick prop that wasn’t thoroughly vetted (like Stiles’ first name appearing as “Genim” on a folder in the parent-teacher conference with Coach in 1.05 The Tell), we can still check out 3A for answers because apparently that’s when JD got his shit together and decided on a timeline, right?

Chris: When’s the last time you saw your sister? Derek: Nine years. I thought she died in the fire.

—3.03 Fireflies

[S C R E A M S]

Look, unless he’s saying is that somehow he lived in Beacon Hills for 3 years when Cora wasn’t there, yet STILL had some mysterious reason to believe she was in that house and died in that fire, then this leads us to believe the fire was indeed 9 years ago, which would put it in 2002, NOT 2005.

Except in 3A, we again get told AGAIN that the fire was 6 years ago:

Cora: You’ve known me for 17 years. Peter: I knew you for 11, leaving the last 6 unaccounted for.

—3.05 Frayed

This must mean the fire happened when Cora was 11, because after that she disappeared for 6 years. WHY is it Peter last saw her 6 years ago, but it was 9 since Derek saw her? This the SAME SEASON. There’s no way they wouldn’t catch a mistake like that.

So let’s try it this way: Derek was 15 when he killed Paige in the nemeton’s root cellar.

Peter: He came at Ennis. A 15-year-old boy against a giant.

—3.08 Visionary

…although it’s worth noting this conversation also happens in that same episode:

Stiles: Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now? Peter: Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think. Stiles: Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you? Cora: I’m 17. Stiles: See, that’s an answer. That’s how we answer people. Cora: Well, 17 how you’d measure in years. Stiles: All right, I’m just gonna drop it.

It doesn’t really tell us anything except that JD was REALLY trying to leave himself some wiggle room in the most ungraceful and cheap bit of “exposition” I’ve ever seen, but I thought it was worth the mention because it infuriates me on a daily basis.

Anyway, Jennifer later confirms for us that the whole thing with Paige was just a few months before Kali left her for dead:

Jennifer: For years, the Nemeton’s power was virtually gone, like the dying ember of a burned out fire. But a few months earlier, something happened that caused that ember to glow a little brighter. Something that gave it a spark of power again. The sacrifice of a virgin. You didn’t know what you were doing back then, but killing Paige in the root cellar, sacrificing her there, gave power to the Nemeton.

—3.10 The Overlooked

And when the sheriff asked, the previous episode, for files about THAT incident…

Sheriff Stilinski: The records would be over 10 years old.

—3.09 The Girl Who Knew Too Much

So if 10 years ago Derek was 15, that means he’s 25 now, and he was 19 when the fire happened 6 years ago, right? Except don’t forget:

Chris: When’s the last time you saw your sister? Derek: 9 years. I thought she died in the fire.

—3.03 Fireflies

If the fire WAS 9 years ago, and Derek is 25 NOW, then at the time of the fire he STILL would have been 16.

There is one possible explanation: in 5.01 Creatures of the Night we see the initials DH on the senior scribe shelf in the library. (It’s never proven these are Derek’s, but why else would we linger on a shot of the initials DH?) Which means he graduated from BHHS, which would have had to have happened before the fire—because after the fire, he left town. So it’s POSSIBLE that when he said he and Laura were “at school” he meant “college” and not “high school,” and the reason he hadn’t seen Cora in 3 years was that he was away in his third year of college—making him 21ish when the fire happened in 2005 and 27ish during the pilot, 6 years later in 2011 (and putting his birthyear in 1984).

Which, like, it’s SUPER weird that Derek would go off to college and not come home once in 3 years for the summer OR winter breaks when werewolf packs are always being touted as being so very close to each other, but okay. The Sheriff did say the files would be AT LEAST 10 years old, not 10 years old EXACTLY, so it’s TECHNICALLY POSSIBLE that Kate and Derek had their affair far away from Beacon Hills, and she came back to arrange the fire—to hire and bribe the people she needed to to cover it up, to chat up Mr. Harris for arson advice, etc.

Like, yeah, JD laid a lot of implications for Derek being 16 in Season 1, from his speech to Scott in 1.12 Code Breaker (“You want me to risk my life for your girlfriend? For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You’re not in love, Scott! You’re 16 years old! You’re a child!”) that sort of seemed like he was really talking to himself, to Kate’s comment about the 16-year-old Jackson in 1.09 Wolf’s Bane (“Holy hotness! Oh, if I was in high school again…maybe just the substitute teacher.”) making it seem like she was interested in teenage boys. But in the end, that was too dark, and he changed it in 3A to make Derek 27 instead of 22 (despite Stiles’ initial claim that Derek was ONLY A FEW YEARS OLDER than he and Scott…sorry, sorry, I know I said I’d leave it alone), and he technically did manage to just BARELY squeak by without conflicting any of his own canon after all, despite my having to write 1500 words of meta just to figure out what the hell he was trying to do when it would have been so much easier to just TELL US. It’s cheap, disappointing, and an overall cop-out, but it is what it is. Mystery solved, right?

IF!!! ONLY!!!!!

In 1.04 Magic Bullet, when Derek comes to the high school looking for Scott to get his help, he runs into Jackson instead, and winds up slamming him against the lockers, digging his claws into the back of Jackson’s neck. These wounds bother Jackson for most of the season, and later, he goes to get them checked out by a doctor (ironically, Dr. Fenris, though we don’t know that at the time):

Dr. Fenris: What did you say it was that scratched you? Jackson: It was—it was just an animal. Look, can you hurry this up? I’m missing first period. Dr. Fenris: Have you had trouble sleeping lately? Jackson: Kind of. I’ve been having dreams. Dr. Fenris: Dreams…or nightmares? Jackson: Nightmares. About a fire. It’s this—this house, and I can hear screaming—

—1.09 Wolf’s Bane

Could be any house, sure. After all, we got to see that Derek had his own wolfsbane-poisoned blood dripping down his fingers at the time and Dr. Fenris confirms shortly after this conversation that Jackson does indeed have aconite/wolfsbane poisoning himself. Nothing to give you nightmares like wolfsbane! (Though it’s bananas that the stuff stuck around in his system that long—we’re not given a definite timeframe for how long it was between being scratched and getting the scratches checked, but they looked well on their way to healing, so it must have been a week-ish at the very least.)

In the very next episode, though, when Derek tricks Jackson into coming out to the Hale house so he can kill him…

Jackson: This house—it’s the same house. Derek: What’d you say? Jackson: I’ve dreamt about this place. I—I remember the staircase. I remember these—these walls. I remember everything. Derek: You’ve been here? Jackson: No, never. I dreamt it.

—1.10 Co-Captain

Jackson is more or less telling us the Hale house is the one he’s been having the nightmares about. How is that possible? Well, in the very same episode, Peter sticks his claws into Scott’s neck to give him memories of the fire. (And in the novel, which is admittedly not canon, when Derek accidentally digs his claws into Scott, he gives him a memory about the fire as well.)

Most of the time we tend to think of That Thing Werewolves Do With Their Claws as a one-way connection—that the person using their claws is getting information from the other person’s head. But here are at least two instances—one voluntary, one involuntary—where they GAVE information to the other person instead. And when Peter uses Talia’s claws on Derek in 3.15 Galvanize, that was Talia giving information to Derek, rather than Peter or Talia getting information from him. It’s NOT one-way, not even just in Season 1, and though it was an accident, Derek DID give Jackson some of his memories.

And if Jackson remembers and has nightmares about people screaming during the fire, that means DEREK was almost certainly there hearing people screaming during the fire. Which means, a) Derek watched his family die, I’m very sad about that, but more importantly: b) he was NOT very far from home (IE college, IE so far away he didn’t want to come visit for three YEARS), to have been “at school” when the house caught fire, and able to get to the house before everybody finished screaming. There cannot POSSIBLY have been a college THAT CLOSE to Derek’s house where he didn’t feel the need to see his family for 3 YEARS.

Further putting holes in the “didn’t see Cora because he was away at college for 3 years theory” are these lines:

Peter Kate didn't just take [Derek] back to being a teenager, she... She took him back to the age when he still knew her. When he still trusted her.

—4.02 117

Peter: Quite the elaborate scheme you have here, Kate. Two countries, Aztec temples, Derek returned to a teenager...one that trusted you. One that loved you.

—4.02 117

Derek was a teenager when he first met Kate. That means 19 at the VERY oldest, though I guess it’s POSSIBLE Season 4 was attempting to return to the “age 16” canon. Granted, he may not have been a teenager when the fire happened, but if they wanted us to believe he was 21 and “at school” meant “away at college,” that means he and Kate were in a relationship for 3 years—I don’t think ANYBODY has that kind of patience to pour into a long con, let alone Kate Argent; Chris himself noted in 4.05 I.E.D. that “control was never one of Kate’s strengths.” (Backed up by the houseful of children she murdered.)

Furthermore, if they were in a relationship for 3 years, and the fire was 6 years ago, Kate would have had to have met Derek 9 years ago, and if 10 years ago he was 15, then 9 years ago he would have been 16—for most people (and it’s possible Derek was an exception) that is WAY too young to be at college.

To complicate things even further, we also have this gem from 3A, the season with the most retcon attempts:

Deaton: When you've spent every moment of the last 10 years trying to push something away...denying it, lying about it, becomes a pretty powerful habit.

—3.04 Unleashed

I would imagine Deaton quit being an emissary once there was no longer a pack to guide, which is to say: after the fire. But again, 3A tells us the fire was 9 years ago (in the episode right before this one!), not 10. It’s POSSIBLE that what he means is he quit after Gerard massacred Deucalion’s pack, but the Hales were all fine until the fire, so why would he? The Sheriff’s line in 3.09 implies those events were either exactly 10 years ago or slightly more than that, but it’s left deliberately vague. If this is when Deaton quit, however, that would mean Derek was 15 when the massacre happened and Paige died, and, if the fire truly was 9 years ago, 16 when he met Kate and lost his family. But if the fire was 6 years ago, it brings up yet another contradiction: Deaton quit being the Hales’ emissary a full four years before they all died.

So where are these missing 3 years between seeing Cora and believing her to be dead in the fire? WHAT does that line EVEN MEAN? Where the HELL was she supposed to have been? Did she go off to college too?? Was she in a South American boarding school? If she didn’t live in that house why would Derek have reason to believe she died? If DEREK was the one not living there why does he remember his family screaming? Why did Deaton stop advising that pack FOUR YEARS before they all burned to death? COME ON.

As far as I can tell, the ONLY way this could have gone without ignoring any canonical evidence is:

When Derek is 15, he is forced to kill Paige, and Deaton quits his job after Gerard’s massacre (”10 years ago”)

Derek meets Kate at age 16, while he’s still technically a teenager, but somehow after he graduates and leaves his initials on the bookshelf—canonically this would make him one of those child geniuses

he leaves home goes off to college, a college that is close enough to get to the Hale house in less time than it takes for it to burn, and that’s the last time he sees Cora (”9 years ago”)

during the next 3 years, Derek either does not come home to see Cora OR Cora herself was somewhere else but there some reason she was supposed to have been in the house when the fire was set. Additionally, Kate is in a relationship with Derek, pursuing knowledge of his werewolf family so she can burn them alive—or, if JD was still absolutely hellbent on finding a way out of the “statutory rape” implications, perhaps she knew him platonically for 2 years and somehow didn’t take things further until his 18th birthday

then, when Derek is 19, Kate sets the fire, Derek and Laura rush home in time to watch their family die, and Kate leaves town (”6 years ago”)

which puts Derek at 25 in the present when the show begins

...and I just can’t buy it. I can’t buy that Deaton quit his job over another pack’s loss, or Derek wouldn’t come home to see his family, especially if he was so close and still a minor (why not just live at home?), or that Cora magically vanished for 3 years but was supposed to be home when the place burned, and I sure as hell can’t buy Kate playing with her food for that long, especially when for two years of it there was no sex involved. There is NO WAY they can expect us to believe all of that.

So: how old is Derek in 2005 when the fire happens??? I don’t know, you don’t know,

AND NEITHER DOES JEFF DAVIS,

and his sloppy amateur attempts to retcon his canon to cover his own ass only raise more QUESTIONS than ANSWERS. I don’t know why it mattered so deeply to him to make sure we all knew Derek wasn’t underage when the fire and/or his relationship with Kate happened, if it was studio meddling or if after two seasons he had a sudden change of heart, but he would’ve been much better off letting implications stay implications and saying nothing at all—so that people would have to draw their own conclusions and there would be no right or wrong answers. Because right now that’s WHAT WE ALL HAVE TO DO ANYWAY!

thanks for coming to my TED talk

#teen wolf #derek hale #kate argent #jennifer blake #peter hale #cora hale #my stuff #long post #TW*#meta*#this has been bothering me for a long time #Years #there is literally...no canonical age...for derek #or i guess you could say there are multiple canonical ages for derek #which means none of them are valid #and thusly: all of them are #if one person wants to say he's 30 in the pilot they can and if i want to say he's 22 i can do that too #nobody is wrong! stop arguing about it! i see so much stupid discourse about this shit just accept that there is no answer!#g o d #i have had this essay brewing in me since 3.08 aired live #i was so fucking annoyed with this bullshit #like pick a story and stick to it #he would have had it in the bag if not for this nine years line #i guess he thought he'd try to make the fire nine years ago instead of six or something and it backfired? so he changed it?#but honestly if he was gonna do it he shoulda just stuck to his guns and said why instead of pulling this mystery bullshit on us #if you're trying to make kate more sympathetic or avoid studio meddling bullshit just come out and say it jfc #17 how you measure in years lmao what other way matters? 17 years is still years #god anyway #i have to be up in five hours i can't believe this is how i wasted my night

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I'm asking cuz I now pay close to 400/month... It's like 396. - I have 3 accidents on my record (from like 2 1/2 years ago, only one was my fault). however I found out that all of them were listed on my insurance as my fault. Found out the insurance companies automatically assign fault unless you produce proof otherwise. Now one of them I got hit from behind, so that's easy to prove with police report. However, the other one guy ran red light and I hit his side. I think the police report has it as 50/50 fault since it really can't be proven either way, it's his word against mine who ran the light. Do you think I'll be able to fight that one??? I'm gonna go down to the police headquarters and get the police reports over the next few days, just wondering... Also how much would that actually save me? - My dad had a speeding ticket (90 in a 65) and he was listed as a second driver on my car, so that also brought it up. I'm going to remove him from my insurance since he rarely drives my car anymore, and has replaced his own car. - I have the defensive driving discount already. - I'm 26 years old female in NY. I drive less than 5 miles a day to work. And I drive a silver 2006 Saturn Ion in which I'm still making payments on, so I still have comprehensive. Based on all that, do you think I can find cheaper elsewhere. Where should I loook??? I feel like whenever I try to switch companies they give me a great rate on the phone, than all of a sudden after like a month or 2 being with them, my rates suddenly increase cuz they just found the accidents . I realize I don't have the greatest driver history in the world, but 400 just seems outrageous. I know people who pay less than that a year. I was thinking of selling my car, and getting a cheaper one w/ no payments on it, which would rid me not only of my car payment, but I wouldn't have to carry comprehensive anymore either. Problem is whatever I made from the car would have to go towards paying off the loan, and I would have no money to buy the new car... I feel so stuck, but I'm paying like 750/month between insurance/car payments, and I have a crappy job and can't afford it. Suggestions??? oh btw I use a local broker and autoone insurance""

Help finding a car insurance quote?

I'm doing a project for my economics class where I have to pretend to be a 22 year old living on my own and make a monthly budget for myself. I have to find a car insurance and health insurance quote, but everywhere I search asks for personal information and has to search through my records and credit to give me the right quote. I'm only 17 so they wouldn't find anything on me. I need it for a 22 year old making 27,000 a year. Please help me! 10 points to the best answer :)""

Cheapest car insurance for 17 year old?

With full uk licence and as named driver or owning the vehicle. Does any remember what they were when they were 17.

My son is driving his grandmother's car without insurance?

My son's grandmother allows him to take her car whenever he would like. He has no insurance and drives the car all over the place. I have told him to stop driving it but I have no control over her car or the keys. I have warned them both several times that this will get them both in trouble. How can I stop them from doing this and is there a way I can turn him in to learn his lesson? If he gets in an accident or gets caught for this, who will have to pay for this? Me or him and his granmother? I do not want to be responsible for his ignorant behavior""

Estimate for car insurance payment for 6 months ..?

i am looking to consolidate, and want to see what i actually spend is right or not --- what should be a reasonable bargain on car insurance ??- i pay 950 for my 05 and 08 car. is that too much .. for 6 months, driver for last 4-5 yrs ?? what do you guys pay .. i know it depends on what all coverage you end up taking, still any ideas would help ..""

Does anyone use or heard of Response.com for auto insurance?

Response.com seems to have the least expensive insurance rates at plans that are what I currently have. Going with them would save a lot of money but I've never heard of them personally.

State farm insurance?

recently i got my license and am now added, without charge, to my parents' car insurance. i'm 23 and from texas. my question is, if was to get married, would the company drop me off of the insurance?? i want to know because my parents currenty don't know that i'm planning to get married. i'd really like to know any info pertaining to this...i already called, but couldn't talk to anyone right now, so any knowledge would be great. thanks!!""

How Much Does Dog Owner Liability Insurance Cost?

I am looking in to getting a basenji/ miniature pinscher mix. The dog is only 19 lbs so it not a very big dog but the apartments I live in require this kind of insurance in case it bites someone. I would like to know monthly and yearly cost. (I dont have renters insurance I just want to know dog liability insurance)

""When people turn 25, should they just kill themselves?""

College is over, you're no longer young and you have to worry about decreasing in health, plus you get taken off your parents health insurance (if you went to college) because society expects you to be paying for it by working now for the rest of your life. You no longer can be immature. Marriage starts to happen, and then kids...blah 100 other reasons more, etc. Source: 17 Year Old, (18 in April) Senior in High School""

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Car insurance for adult first time driver?

Hi there! I am 29 and still don't have a car and car insurance of almost 4 yrs of living in states. I think my husband is scared of the cost since I have never driven before even in my country of origin since we don't really need cars there. I just want to ask how much does it cost for an insurance for first time adult driver, i mean any idea? thanks! I just want to take my child to the park or somewhere since we just stay almost all our time in our house.""

1000 Car Insurance for an International Student?

Does anyone know a cheap car insurance company for a young driver (21 YO) who will be driving with an international license for 1 year? I have tried Clements but they don't do insurance for students. Can anyone please help? The major online companies are so expensive

How much would car insurance cost for a Ford 1965 Convertible Mustang?

im 16 male on parents insurance, good grades, took drivers ed, no tickets, right now my parents are on AARP but any idea would be appreciated. The car is pretty old so its not worth too much it needs a new transmission and stuff.. any idea on a price.""

Does car and motorcycle insurance have a starting cost?

like is there a fee you must pay to first start car and motorcycle insurance policies. or is it only on certain companies that do that?

Short term health Insurance for my parents who coming to California from China ?

My parents are coming to visit me (California) from China. They plan to stay in U.S. for 6 months. They're 67 yrs old, my father has Diabetes (not so serious) and my mother is very healthy. I'm thinking to get a short term health insurance for them just in case they need to see a doctor. Since it's the first time they come to U.S. they have a visit visa, I'm US citizen. What insurance I should get for them? Thank you very much for your response in advance!""

Good Student Discount for Car Insurance?

I am a Senior in highschool living in california and my parents are trying to get me car insurance this week, however i dont know which GPA matters. Last year for my junior year i recieved a 3.8gpa and this year i have a 3.4. Am i supposed to show my cumulative gpa or one of these semester report cards?""

Cheap car insurance...?

If you buy a shitty car for like $500, can you get insurance that only covers the other person in a crash and not you?? I know they used to have this?""

Cheap insurance for 18 year old?

does anyone know any cheap websites or company's because on all the comparison websites im getting 3500 pound for a 1.1 Peugeot 106, and that's third party fire and theft :( please help because this is ridiculous.""

Car insurance recommendations?

hi im 16 and trying very hard to get emancipated i havent told my mom yet though because it seems like a great idea not to get kicked out first, but anyways i have locked in a steady job at a clothing store but i am only working part time for now. What would your recommendation be for cheap car insurance i have no idea where to even start but if i can get cheap insurance than i will be able to spend more on an appartment or trailer. plz give me your recommendations and any advice on how to accomplish my goal. and please no bad comments i just want advice.""

Need inexpensive motorcycle insurance...?

I recently bought a Honda CBR600F4I and am looking for inexpensive insurance. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Rear Ended by someone who doesn't have insurance?

I was rear ended by someone two weeks ago, and the person did have a valid insurance card on site, but after I contacted her insurance company, i was told that her insurance had expired before the accident took place. I know that now I have to use my insurance company (uninsured motorist) to pay for the auto repair, and I have to pay Deductible (which is either $500 or $1000). I'd like to know, is it possible that I can get my deductible back from the other driver? or can my insurance company help me retrieve the money back? It's totally the other person's fault. Why should I pay for the cost?! By the way, the accident was in NJ. Please let me know if you have any suggestions. Thanks.""

I need help choosing a health insurance?

I live in Southern California (If that matters). I'm young and healthy but I have been without health insurance for the last year. I was wondering who is your health insurance provider and if you would recommend it. I don't have much money since I just graduated from SDSU and without a teaching job:( But I am willing to pay the little money I have for health insurance. Thanks! I will need one that will cover dental and vision the big ones for me since I need to take my wisdom teeth out (giving me big headaches) and I wear glasses which need to be replaced soon. Thanks in advance.

What are the pros and cons of cancer insurance?

Please help I'm am writting a research paper nd I need help for cancer insurance ..

Would insurance for a 2006 dodge charger be lower than 300$ p/m for a 16 year old male?

Is international health insurance worth it?

I'm from the US and will be travelling to SE Asia and wondering if I should buy international health insurance and what company is best. I have no current health insurance and am in great health. Thailand has very affordable medical care which might be affordable paying out of pocket even if something major happened there, but if I had to be flown back to the US for something medical related, I'd surely go bankrupt. Does anyone have any recommendations for international coverage or not?""

Does my international travel insurance cover rental car?

Hi, I am going on a holiday from Australia to the USA and Canada in March. I have purchased travel insurance and it states Section 16 Rental Vehicle - Up to $3000 Cover for car excess payable on Motor Vehicle Insurance resulting from your rental vehicle being: * Stolen * Crashed * Damaged and/or cost of returning rental vehicle due to you being unfit The $3000 would cover the excess from the rental car company but do I need some sort of liability insurance too? As I will be hiring a few cars for about a month. The companies I'm looking at are National car rental and Thrifty. I'll be picking up the car at LAX Any advice would be good thanks""

How come car insurance vary so much between different cities for the same car and driver?

I moved house so that I could buy a car, as the last house has permit parking rule and allowed one permit per house. So, I moved and now I am doomed, because the insurance is 3100 for a ford ka valued 1400. In the last house my insurance quote was 1500 for the same car, but just change in a post-code and bam. my dreams of having a car is shattered, I feel like crying out loud from roof top :(""

Cost of car insurance for 46 year old?

Does New York require lenders of leased cars to include GAP insurance within the cost of the lease itself?

Was under the impression that this was the case, however, after recently leasing a vehicle in NY, the dealership told me otherwise.""

I want to finance a car. Can the registration and insurance be under my brothers' name?

Will a car dealership allow me to register the car under my brother? I want to put the car in my brothers name because the insurance will be cheaper. His credit is in better than mine.

How much do car rental agencies typically charge for insurance?

What is the insurance company here in Los Angeles?

That has hospital, prescription,medical of any kind , office visits,ambulances, dental, with a deductable and monthy premiums that are not too high.""

What does comprehensive car insurance cover?

I caused damaged to my own car, scraping it against a wall while driving out of a car park. The damage was done near the rear tyres and on my door and quotes I've received were all above the 900 range. My standard excess fees are $725, I was wondering if having comprehensive insurance (with AAMI Insurance) does that cover damage done to your OWN car? (I pay $2,500 annually for insurance) and there was no third party involvement, it was just a driving error. Would my insurance fix up my car even if it was entirely my fault?""

My Car insurance Progressive won't pay for my stolen car because my insurance got canceld 2 days!?

I brought my car 2 months ago from RPM auto sales! I have full coverage insurance with progressive! April 7th 2009 my mom was suppose to pay my car insurance and on april 9th they sent her a cancelation notice! Then on april 17th it got finalized! Then on april 19th my car got stolen at gas station! I called the cops right away and my insurance! The follow day my insurance said they wont cover it because the insurance was canceld! IS THERE ANYWAY I COULD SUE PROGRESSIVE OR FIND SOMEWAY TO GET THE MONEY FOR THE CAR 00 BONNEVILLE WITH ABOUT 900$ IN SOUND SYSTEM STUFF IN IT! HELP ME PLZ THIS IS MAKING ME SAD AND DEPRESSED!!!

Health Insurance company for a graduate student? What one is best as far as price and coverage??

Anyone have any suggestions for a good health insurance company for a graduate student? The coverage from the school is one thousand a semester and thats way to much.

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""Im looking for car insurance in washington im 22m and im student and this is my first insurance,how much isit?""

Im looking for car insurance in washington im 22m and im student and this is my first insurance,how much isit?""

Rear ended someone.. how much to get fixed without insurance?

i just got my car like 6 months ago and i was with my friend and he had to stop suddenly cuz of something runnin out in the road and i wasnt paying attention and i rear ended him.. neither of us wanted to get the cops involved cuz he had someone in his car and just got his license which is illegal and i didnt want me insurance 2 go up http://i44.tinypic[dot]com/5obq8[dot]jpg can't link so just replace the [dot] with a period . thats a pic of the damage i dont think its too bad probably just need a new hood bumper fenders and lights right? also if i did end up going through insurance how much would it go up about im 17 yrs old? my mom is paying for it right now but she said if i ever get a ticket or anything that i cant get out of then i gotta pay the difference so idk if itll be cheaper this way or something

Car incurance for a seventeen year old girl ?

heyy, my daughter would be able to drive in the summer when shes seventeen, how much would it cost for her insurance if she is put under my name (share car with me) price range from a peugeot 206 to a small BMW would be appriciated if possible? many thanks for your time and help""

Does engine size make your car insurance go up?

I have a 1.4L engine at the moment and thinking of getting a car that has a 1.6 engine. There are not a lot of differences between the two cars, apart from the engine size. (they are both very small cars, made in the same year etc) Will this make my insurance go up?""

Need a group for medical insurance?

Employer offers very skimpy medical insurance. Individual (i.e., non-group) insurance is very expensive. I have heard that groups have been formed so that members will qualify for group rates. Please tell which groups these are, and what you know about them. Many thanks.""

Speeding Ticket Insurance Rates?

So recently I received a speeding ticket. Because I'm a minor when I went to traffic court the judge told me that if I went to traffic school my ticket would not be reported to the DMV. So I went to traffic school and passed and all that jazz so my question is whether I report this as an incident when I look for insurance (I'm looking at motorcycles for when I go to college) even though it does not appear on my record. Thanks Guys.

Is financial indemnity a good insurance carrier?

California Insurance company that will insure a shake roof?

Does anyone know of an insurance company that will insure a home with a shake roof. We put an offer in on a house in Big Bear CA and now we are 3 weeks out of closing escrow and need to find an insurance company that will insure it for the close of escrow??? PLEEEEEASSSSSE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who is responsible for insurance on car.... the owner or driver?

I'm going thru a divorce and my husband has been paying the insurance on our 3 vehicles. However, I believe the policy has not been paid and due to lapse the first of July. I'm getting insurance on the car I'm driving, but my husband alternates driving between the other car and truck. The truck is titled in his name, but the other car is in mine. I can't afford insurance on two cars. If he drives it, and he's stopped, who is responsible for the insurance?""

Cheapest car insurance for young drivers?

i am 20 and my boyfriend is 19 any cheap car insurances known as i am currently paying 1800 for the year on an S reg saxo for us both thanks in advance

Would a 2-door car be more expensive to insure than a 4-door?

I believe 2-door cars are usually considered sports cars, in turn, making them riskier to drive and costing more to insure them. But what if it was a 4-door car that was a sports car? Specifically the Dodge SRT-4. It's a 4-door car, but it's made to be fast. Would this cost the same, or less than the 2-door? This is all assuming the cars are of the same year and everything. 2-door = Dodge Neon coupe 4-door = Dodge SRT-4""

New York State car insurance question?

Do you need to have car insurance to have a drivers license? I mean could you take the road test and get your license but have no insurance?

Estimate On Car Insurance ? ?

I have been using these comparison sites but I don't really find them much help. How much can a female at 17 whos just passed her test expect to pay on Vaxhall Corsa or a Ford KA.

No medical insurance?

I had pain in my lower right abdomen in january for 7 days. I went to the ER because I don't have medical insurance and someone told me they are good at working payment arrangments. I just got a bill for over 5 thousand dollars in the mail. I called and they said they would send me the paper work via mail to apply for payment arrangments, but I couldn't set it up over the phone. My question is, how good are hospitals (mine is in California) at working with people who don't have medical insurance and have a limited income? I am a full time graduate student so this may be difficult to pay back..""

Best insurance companies for 16 year old passed my test?

ok ive pased my test and i gettin a car this week and i need some insurance on the car obviiously lol, well basically whats the cheapest car insurance""

Car insurance rates after having license for 3 years?

I'm 26, had license for only 3 years. About to get my own insurance, just the basic state minimum, nothing fancy. Nationwide gave me an online quote of 204$ for 6 months... That doesn't sound right, sounds low, that's about $35 a month. In January I got insurance for only s month and it was $70 a month... Of course I hadnt had my license 3 years yet.""

""On an Annual basis, how much does health insurance cost in America?

I would like to know how much the average American citizen pays in Health Insurance per year please.

How come I can't keep my health insurance coverage?

President Obama stated that under the Affordable Health Care Act that any American that wanted to keep their existing coverage or doctor would be able to. I signed up today and they ...show more

Whether to wait for up-to-date No-Claim-Bonus certificate before applying for Car insurance in UK?

Till date, I have 4 years NO CLAIM BONUS and I will get this as 5 Year NCB on 7th Dec 2013, when I complete another year. I have now changed my car - got a new car and will sell my old one. I have now got to get the insurance for my new car within 7 days. All quotes I am getting is based on 4 yrs NCB. The question is - a) Do I go for a 1 year insurance with 4 yrs NCB and then change the insurance again after it expires? OR b) Do I get into a 4 yrs insurance and then change it in Dec 2013 when I get 5 yrs NCB? Which option works out cheaper? I have to get the insurance within 7 days but then I don't want to miss out on the bargain i can get when I have 5 yrs NCB. Also will my current (old car) insurer provide me a NCB certificate for 4yrs 10 months as I was not with them for the whole year? please advise as to which is a cheaper option.""

Does my insurance background disappear when i cancel my insurance premium?

What i mean is you know how some insurance companies give you a little discount if you havent gotten into an accident or received any tickets or any sort for a year? Well say After one year you cancel your insurance for about 7 months, and then you want to get re-insured, would that discount still be available? Or canceling the insurance would mean your background is gone? I plan on leaving for basic training for the Army and ill be gone for 7 months. Ive been driving since i was 17 and almost have a year in clean record and wouldnt mind the good drivers discount?""

""In Oregon, is a pedestrian hit by a car, treated as uninsured driver without car insurance?""

Eleven years ago, I was hit by a car walking down a road in Oregon. When it came time for the medical bills to be paid, (spine fractured in 3 places, knee completely blown out, 8 days in hospital) and the settlement I was told because I did not carry car insurance, I am considered an uninsured driver. I was stuck with a $25,000 hospital bill, and a $12,000 settlement. People do not believe me when I tell them this was the law at the time. Anyone know if this is still the law in Oregon?""

Car Insurance moving from one state to another?

I'm moving to TX from PA. My car got inspected in pa a couple months ago. When i move to TX im going to need to get new insurance because my company doesnt cover in that state. When i go to get new insurance does my car have to be inspected in TX to get insurance?

Can i ask my insurance company if my rate will go up before i decide to have them cover it?

Recently my windshield was smashed and I dont want to have my insurance cover the replacement if my rates are going to go up. Can i just call them and ask or is that just a stupid question?

Temporary car insurance in uk?

can you get short term car insurance in the uk for like say a few months??? reason being is i have my everyday car but... have my toy i would like to use maybe few months of a year.

Scooter insurance - where can i get cheap scooter insurance for my 16 year old son ?

My 16 yr old son is being quoted stupid prices - he has a 49cc and has past his cbt. can anyone suggest a company who specialise in young riders ?

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Car insurance for 20 year old?

hey im 20 year old just passed my driving licence and the insurance quote i get on a 1.0 corsa breeze is ridiculous. i live in a high crime part of london but the insurance company's want about 1500 pound a MONTH from me. anyone know what it should actually be n what i can do about it? i heard people pay max 300 pound a month at the age of 17.

Car Insurance?

Ok, first does anyone know which states do not require car insurance? Second question is do you have to have full coverage on a financed car? No silliness here real answers.""

Any ideas how i could get my car insurance quotes lower? 18 year old female driver?

Okay so every time i go on price comparison sites etc, my quote will not go below 2300! no matter what car i put in with a small engine, nothing chages what else can i do? i must be going wrong somewhere because lots of people get insurance below 2000! i cannt add any additional drivers because noone in my family drives thanks! :)""

How do I get health insurance for my baby to be born in April?

I am self-employed, therefore have a limited health insurance plan just for me & my husband (In other words, no employer health insurance). To keep my premiums affordable, I have a very high deductible, no maternity coverage (I am paying cash to a midwife), very bare bones, in other words. Can anyone direct me as to what company/where to start? The one company I inquired with told me I could not even submit the application until my newborn was 32 days old. Is this standard practice? Thanks for your help. I really detest the subject altogether!""

I need help finding medical insurance?

I found out I am pregnant and I was denied medicaid due to income. I figured since I need it asap I would pick something with a higher monthly figure and a lower deductible I don't understand a lot of it though and not sure where to look .My old work health insurance was very expensive so I had cancelled it only to realize months later I should have kept it :/ any advice? Thanks

How to get cheap car insurance at 19 ?

I passed my test on the second of January at 19, i have been looking at getting a ford fiesta , or a vauxhall corsa for around 500-1500. i might go on to do the pass plus but not sure if its a waste of money. Anyone got any tips on how to get cheap car insurance ?""

Traffic Citation for no car insurance What should i do?

Hello I have a question concerning a Traffic citation that i got 13 days ago. On the 21st of November i got pulled over for a blinker that was out on my car. I had bought this car from a friend 3 months ago and hadnt didnt redgister it into my name or have current tags. I had insurance for the first month that i had the car but then due to finacial problems couldnt afford the extra 220 a month for car insurance. So the State Trooper gave me a citition which written under the description only said no proof of insurance. So the a couple of days later i went and got insurance, redgistration, tags, license plates the whole nine yards and i went into the trooper station to clear the citation cause it is correctable but the lady tells me i have to show proof of insurance from the day of getting the citiation. so my only opition is either take this to court or pay a whooping 540$ and 6 points off my Driver's license i was wondering if i should take this to court?""

Insurance Cost Starting Driver-?

Statement of Facts: 16 (soon turning 17) Good Grades, above B, honors Several after school activities (Student Council, if that is even relevant) Impeccable driving history (no infractions) State of Residence: Maine Rural/sub-city? Insured under fathers plan, also clean record (51 and 1 ticket?) Alright, I'm currently under my fathers policy and am driving his vehicle to school and back. Soon we will be purchasing a vehicle for my own, and I have a few questions. To be frank, I am looking at mustangs. Not v6s, but GT v8s, preferably standard transmissions. Dad's biggest problem is insurance, which is understandable. My question is how much said insurance would cost/ raise his existing policy? -I like this model because I want a vehicle with performance. When I think of performance, Muscle comes into mind. The quintessential of this and most feasible is a mustang. Many older versions (such as 1990's, early 2000's) so they are affordable, and I just like them. Also I know a considerable amount of knowledge for my age about vehicles due to helping in my grandfathers garage past summers and many weekend projects.""

Auto insurance cost for teen?

I am 16 years old and have a 2002 vw jetta. I was wondering how much it would cost for insurance?

What's the cheapest I can get car insurance for at 18?

I really want a car, but I don't know if I should wait it out, until I'm 20 and really need it. Right now, it's not a necessity, but it would help a lot. Should I just wait it out, or is there any way insurance is cheaper for an 18 year old?""

USAA car insurance vs. Geico?

My husband is in the army, and he has been using USAA car insurance, and I have been using Geico. I am putting them both on one plan, and Geico is $300 cheaper a year than USAA. But does anyone have any experience of which one is better? He really wants to keep USAA, but I want to save $$ with Geico. I'm just mostly wondering if USAA is worth the extra money. Any help would be appreicated! Thanks! :)""

How to get health insurance in nj?

im 19 need health insurance cant get under my moms anymore where do i start what do i do is it expensive?

Can claiming too many hit-and-runs on your insurance raise your rate? Considering none of it is your fault?

I've recently encountered my second hit-and-run instance, and unfortunately my car is somewhat expensive to repair. So, I'm wondering if I should submit a claim with my insurance company to repair it, or try to fix it on my own. I'm told that a hit-and-run isn't a point against me, but that the insurance company may still find reason to raise my rates.""

Is there a way to get car insurance quotes anonymously?

I'm currently shopping for a car, and I've whittle my choices down substantially. One of the factors that can make a difference is discovering the cost of insurance. Unfortunately, everytime I try to get quotes on the models online, every single insurance company wants my personal information. I don't want them to be calling me, flooding my inbox or mailbox with advertisements, or otherwise harassing me. All I want is a comparison between some cars. I would be willing to tell them non-personal info, such as the fact that it'll be one car and that my driving record is spotless; I'd be willing to prove the latter via an MVR after I select my insurer. If there are any ideas on how I can get this information without revealing who I am, I'm just not seeing it. Any help is appreciated!""

Can you buy a car if you don't have a license in CA? Can you get car insurance without having a license?

My friend has a driver's permit. She wants to buy a car and practice driving in it so she can get used to it. Then she wants to use that car when she goes for her driving test at the DMV. Can she buy and register the car without having a license? If so, can she get insurance on the car without first having a driver's license? Thanks for your help.""

At what point should I call up my insurance company & insure the car I plan on purchasing?

New to purchasing a used car, but I notice that DMV will require proof of insurance when registering the car, and even my bank will need proof of insurance to complete the transaction. Do I call my insurance company to setup insurance on the car before even paying for it!? I don't really understand the process.""

Suggest me best insurance child plan in india for newborn?

i have newborn baby.

What is a good health insurance plan for small business owners?

i currently have blue cross of california but they raised the premium. it is the worst insurance in the world and a ppo to boot, so i can barely pick my doctors. thank you in advance.""

If an insurance company never raised my premium from my DUI can they do it after 3 and a half years?

I am planning on buying a new car and my insurance company never raised my rates on my last vehicle after my DUI in feb 05. Progressive was 150% Higher than what I am paying now.. I have full coverage on my truck with a 250 ded.

""Cheap car insurance in Highland, CA?""

Um i live in highland ca 92346, im 18 male just got my license 1 month ago, jux bought a 96 honda accord, anniversary edition. 4 doors, 150 k, excellent condition, which car insurance is the lowest for a guy my age?""

Where can you get cheap car insurance after serving a drink driving ban?

I think it is so unfair to hype up the premium.

If I have my license but do not own a car do I need car insurance?

I am planning on getting my drivers license this summer and do not have my own car. I would be using my parents car (that's insured) until I get my own. Would I need to have insurance for myself or is it enough that the car I would be driving is insured?

Totaled car... Will insurance pay off loan?

I am pretty sure that I totaled my car yesterday. I hadnt even had it for a month yet, but I had got an auto loan from my bank to purchase the car. Since I only had it for such a short time, I hadn't even begun to pay on the loan for the car. If it is definitely declared totaled by the claims adjuster from my insurance company, is it likely that my insurance will pay off the whole loan? I have full coverage insurance, and had made no major changes to the car from When I got it to yesterday when I wrecked it so the value should be about the same.""

What is the usually price range for sports bike insurance?

I'm turning 19 in july and want to start riding. I live in california. so what do you guys think the price may be?

Can i have both medi-cal and private insurance at the same time?

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JUNE 2017

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*****The writers are working on Arrested Development season 5 which Netflix has confirmed is coming in 2018 with the full cast. Ron Howard tells us he is “Warming up my uncredited narrator vocal chords.”

*****The world was welcomed to Live with Kelly and Ryan! I admit that I don’t watch it but this surely won’t help. Why?? Why him?? His name recognition, his power, his falling ratings at E!? Seacrest showed his interview prowess by mistaking Jeffrey Tambor for Vincent Schiavelli, the now deceased actor from the subway in Ghost. Read the new memoir Tambor was selling, Are you anybody?

*****Val Kilmer says he is healing from cancer.

*****Conan is being sued by a former writer of Leno’s. The man claims that Conan and his writers “lifted jokes from his blog.” They deny the charges. TBS showed their belief by inking him to 4 more years. Next up an animated series called Final Space and more branching out on the way.

*****We miss U Gwen Ifill but Robert Costa is doing a great job on Washington Week!

*****Clerics are a bit uneasy about scary clown’s order to ease limitations on places of worship and their ability to talk politics from the pulpit. Some fear the two existing side by side and some are very happy to feel the freedom.

*****Nigerian school girls that were abducted 3 years ago are slowly being released. May has brought a second release after the first one in October.

*****Turkey’s President Ertogan sent his thugs out in Washington to beat peaceful protesters. There was no consequence for they have diplomatic immunity. Really? There must be limits. Welcome to Trumps America. **Turkey later gets upset about the ‘treatment’ of those bodyguards.

*****Jimmy Kimmel and his wife welcomed a baby boy named Billy. He was born with heart problems and Kimmel came out to explain to his audience before letting guest hosts take over the rest of the week. His genuine concern for children that are not as fortunate financially was touching. Of course, those who vote against such things did not seem to agree.** Kimmel is also set to once again host the Oscars.

*****Scandal will run its last season next year.

*****Mystery Science Theatre 3000 is going on tour. Keep an eye out for the Watch out for snakes! tour around the country.

*****Met Gala: The soiree for the who’s who: Best dressed- Nicki Minaj, Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, Frances Bean Cobain, Lena Dunham, Mary J. Blige, Bella Hadid, Zoe Kravitz, Pryanka Chopra. Worst dressed- Solange Knowles, Helen Lasichanh, Pharrell Williams, Clare Danes

*****Scary Clown 45 tells us that Andrew Jackson could have avoided the civil war. He also told John Dickerson that he calls his program, ‘Deface the Nation’. Stephen Colbert was so incensed by the disrespect shown to the journalist that he had a few choice words like; disgrace the nation. He said that Trumps mouth was best used as Putin’s cock holder. He was bleeped but the FCC still looked into complaints, no action was taken.

*****Drake beat Adele’s record at the Billboard music awards. Best dressed were Rachel Platten, Machine Gun Kelly and Madison Beer. Worst dressed were Alex Pall, Andrew Taggart, Halsey and Billy Ray Cyrus.

*****Pence was invited to speak at Notre Dame’s commencement and dozens of graduates and family members silently stood and walked out.

*****Bobby Moynihan, Sasheer Zamata and Vanessa Bayer are out at SNL.

*****Netflix is bringing us Ozark with Jason Bateman (also executive producer and director), Laura Linney and Esai Morales. Look for it in July.

*****So sad to see icons on Fox news. When you see an occasional clip of someone like Joe Nameth, you wonder why??

*****Michael Moore is doing a one man show on Broadway. ‘The terms of my surrender’ will premiere on July 28. He is working on a feature right now about Trump called Fahrenheit 11/9 that will be distributed by the Weinstein’s. In the fall he will be in TNT prime time with Live from the apocalypse. The climate is giving him a time to shine. Go Michael!!

*****Norman Lear has received the Woody Guthrie prize.

*****Michael McDonald is working on a new LP, Wide Open.

*****Hillary Clinton has put together Onward Together! The political group asks people to get involved and organize!

*****A report claims that your nipple color is your perfect lipstick shade.

*****A cameo from Paul McCartney is slated for the new Pirates of the Caribbean. He will play a jail guard.

*****The x Mrs. Johnny Depp, Amber Heard has moved onto Tesla founder Elon Musk.

*****An x German rapper, Denis Cuspert , who became an Isis recruiter briefly married FBI operative, Daniela Greene.

*****American Housewife has been renewed for another season.

*****Jesse Jackson has been giving motivational speeches in some high schools. On May 12 he appeared at Peoria High.

*****Larry Wilmore is back with a podcast: Black on the air!

*****James Corden takes his show to the U.K. with Harry Styles and many more.

*****Brick and mortar stores are taking a big hit this year. 85% of all sales still come from these stores but they grew too fast for their own good. Mall building surpassed the population and we will have to say good bye to many of them.

*****James Comey tried to defend himself with the FBI oversight committee. He informed us that he asked for search warrants for wiener’s computer and had not yet got them when he released a memo to congress about looking back into Hillary’s e mails case which was called mid year exam. He claims he could not tell us about the Russian investigation because it was not and still is not finished. I have to wonder that if Hillary’s e mails were so fascinating to them, are they looking into the casual way that trump conducts business ? They are probably looking into starting the while Clinton Email thing instead. I have to shake my head at the slow progress of so many of these old senators on both sides of the aisle. It makes the whole thing repetitive and unproductive. The biggest sound bite was Comey’s statement that it made him mildly nauseous to think he would affect the election. Oh, please!!** Things did get going a bit finally and In the middle of some rather hard driving questions, Trump suddenly appeared on my TV with the President of Palestine. The media bought right into it and it was everywhere. I had to find C-span 3 to continue the hearings and skip the photo op.

*****And then Comey is fired on May 9 starting a whole new shit storm that distracts from Sally Yates damaging testimony. There have been multiple excuses for that. I think most dems can agree he completely mishandled the Hillary stuff but the timing is just so Trump! He does not even care how it looks, he bulldozes on. There is a giant fucking cloud over the whole thing. There is a letter from deputy attorney general , Rosenstein and Jeff Sessions recommended the firing but Trump says he was gonna fire him all along. Word is that Comey is mad, Rosenstein is livid and also the Presidents communication team. Acting FBI head McCabe assures us that the files were immediately secured. The Prez says Comey informed him that he wasn’t under investigation. The Fox spin seemed to blame the fact that Comey would not take the Obama wiretap allegations seriously. Trump also signed an executive order to look into his claims of voter fraud. It is like the biggest conspiracy theory nut got to be president and now we could spend millions of dollars on his crazy whims. OMG! **I feel that I may puke if I have to again see that clip of Comey and Trump shaking hands. Word is that Comey hated that day. ** And now the Justice department has appointed former FBI head Robert Mueller to lead a special counsel on the Russian probe.** Trump claims that ”No politician had it worse” at a Coast Guard commencement.** He probably should not have thrown Rosenstein under the bus because his appointment of Mueller gives him a lot of room to investigate.

*****Constitutional law prof. Laurence Tribe of Harvard writes that trump should be impeached because a President can’t ask for loyalty from the FBI director. He states other reasons like Trump can’t be trusted to stay within the law. Could Comey, the man who helped get him elected be the one to bring him down?

*****The treasury department is looking into money laundering issues with Trump.

*****Scary Clown takes his first trip out of the country as Pres. While there Toby Keith will be playing a ‘men only’ show in Saudi Arabia.

*****Mrs. Callista Gingrich is the ambassador to the Vatican.

*****Princess Mako of Japan will marry Kei Komuro and give up royal status.

*****Once the Stones do it, others always follow suit. Pink Floyd now has an exhibit of their history at the Victoria Albert museum.

*****Scary Clown has threatened to shut down all press briefings.

*****Studies from the CDC show that teens are drinking less.

*****Wow!! Was blown away by Joanne Froggatt in Dark Angel on PBS Masterpiece.

*****JS.. Saw Levon Helm’s Electric Dirt on Axl’s wall on The Middle finale.

*****Brazil’s President is also in some trouble with bribe allegations.

*****A tide brought back a beach on the west coast of Ireland that washed away 33 years ago!!

*****Jared Kushner’s sister, Nicole Meyer told Chinese investors that she could help foreign nationalists get visas through her family’s real estate business.

*****Trump took the Russians gleefully into the oval office and only let in the Russian press, No Americans allowed!! The White house claims they were misled about the Russian photographers. Russia is spreading the news that they have a better relationship with our President that we do. The Washington Post had a story that Trump released classified info to them. Once a President says it , it is declassified.

*****David Brooks wrote a NY Times piece after the “leak” calling out Scary Clown. He calls Trump an infantalist for immaturity is becoming the dominant role of his Presidency. He writes, ‘His falsehoods are attempts to build a world in which he can feel good for an instant and comfortably deceive himself. He is an ‘incompetent person who is too incompetent to understand his own incompetence.’ Well said!

***** I personally think that some people just like to live in chaos. Those people have taken over for now. I suppose that Trump loyalists like being puppets. It seems they can’t really think for themselves because everything scary clown does seems just fine to them. As long as he is firing people and disrupting the status quo, they are good no matter the cost. No backbone.

*****The Kennedy Center will honor David Letterman with the Mark Twain prize for American humor.

*****Have we ever had a first lady whose parent was a communist?

*****Nightcap on Pop will be back on June 7.

*****Comedy Central brings comics like Jerry Seinfeld and Kevin Hart with Colossal Clusterfest.

*****The Great British Baking show will be on PBS on June 16.. Hey.. that is Tom’s birthday!!

*****The Battle of the Network Stars is coming in June.

*****People of Earth is back on TBS on July 24.

*****Marijuana business owners were in Washington this month to fight for their rights. They specifically brought attention to section 280-E of the tax code that does not allow deductions and The Respect the State Marijuana Laws act of 2017.

*****Rumors have always been out there that H H Holmes escaped execution. His great grandchildren have petitioned for and been granted permission to exhume his body.

*****The house voted to end health care as we know it. It is opposed by the AMA, AARP, ACA and on and on. The groups are trying to ban together to hold town halls and explain just what they will get if Obamacare is taken away. But Scary Clown and all his other smug white buddies were laughing and joking about how wonderful it all is. Idaho congressman, Raul Labrador even said later that “Nobody dies because they don’t have access to health care,” They all have a very strange sense of humor. To quote a song from another time, “Ain’t no time to wonder why, whew! We’re all gonna die!” It is like a nightmare. I guess their thinking is that if they get rid of all the poor people, they won’t have to look at us anymore? They do not understand the idea of paycheck to paycheck. To get money back on your taxes to help fund your own health care is impossible for many people. They feel they have to get this health care plan through so they can then do the tax plan. They need the health care money for the poor so that the top moneymakers can have their big tax cuts.** Why not just fix the problems with Obamacare like a not for profit public option to buy into?**Women are a majority in this country, how the fuck did we get here? ** I loved Bette Midler’s tweet on it the best: “GOP passed a health care bill so bad they exempted themselves from it. They may live longer, but when they die, it’s straight to hell.”

*****Richard Simmons is suing American Media Inc. and their Radar online and National Enquirer for a story about his transitioning into a woman.

*****Bob Newhart came to Chicago to headline the Salvation Army’s annual civic luncheon.

*****The IFC’s Brockmire is fun and raunchy and you can see Hank Azaria nude. He and Amanda Peete have great chemistry but the rest of the cast is awesome too. I am so loving Tyrel Jackson Williams, the tech nerd and Daisuke Tsuji , the Japanese Free mason pitcher. The Pennsylvania town of Morristown is so Monessan like.

*****A woman may face a year in prison for laughing about Jeff Sessions. Desiree Fairooz was convicted for disorderly conduct but some are calling this fake news.

*****Loretta Lynn had a stroke and has postponed her tour. She is now in rehab.

*****Oh Conan.. Please.. More of the “Gilligan” writer please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

*****Days alert: More of the tech nerd Myron Radditz!! And let’s keep going with the love story of JENERIC!!** I saw the Days punk pimp on a new ad for Geico. He is going places?!** Could they make Nicole any more whiny or stupid!! C’mon!** It is time to kill off Jade.**Morgan Fairchild has joined the cast as Angelica Deveraux.

*****I always knew that Debra Winger was cool. I see that she has admiration for Better Call Saul and The Americans. Yes!!

*****Jeff Goldblum will be back for the next Jurassic Park!

*****Always Dreaming won the Kentucky Derby!

*****Gov. Greg Abott has signed a ban for sanctuary cities in Texas.

*****Norway has the wonderful slow TV on their public broadcasting. It started with a train trip. You can watch chopping wood or burning logs or sheering sheep and knitting. There was a cruise that lasted 5 and a half days. It is syndicated around the world. YES!!

*****Hooray!! Paris did it! Macron wins!!

*****New Orleans is courting controversy with the removal of many civil war statues.

*****The U.S. has armed the Kurds in Syria. **The White House is also considering new troops in Afghanistan.

*****Trump quote: During the Clapper /Yates testimony: “Watch then start to choke like dogs. Watch what happens. They are desperate for breath.”

*****If you haven’t been reading Carl Reiner’s tweets about Donald Trump.. you must check it out. A recent example: “In his first hundred days in office, trump has succeeded in affirming to our citizens that our great nation will cheer his impeachment.”

*****The Stones are revving up for a new tour in Europe.

*****American Crime Story will tackle Katrina with Dennis Quaid playing George W. Bush.

*****Sam Rockwell will play a KKK leader alongside Taraji P. Henson as a civil rights activist in Best of Enemies.

*****After the court said that Trumps website still stated that ALL Muslims should be banned and Sean Spicer was asked about it in a briefing, it immediately disappeared.

*****Why is frat house hazing still allowed to go on?? These are grown ass people that act like 5 year olds but with booze and drugs.

*****In 2011 a nodosaur mummy was discovered in Alberta with the skin and stomach contents intact!! Paleontologist Vinther says the dinosaur, from 110 million years ago was so well preserved that it might have been walking around a couple of years ago. It is now on display at the new Alberta museum. How fucking exciting is that?

*****Jeff Sessions tell us that he would like the harshest sentences possible for drug offenses. These guys sure like their torture and punishment.

*****RIP Jean Stein, Steven Holcomb, Powers Boothe, Roger Ailes, Chris Cornell , Lisa Spoonaver, Roger Moore, Gregg Allman and Susan Hurt.

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I auditioned for America’s Got Talent, chilled with the “Cash Me Ousside” girl’s mom, got clowned by Schoolboy Q, and talked on the phone with Ice Cube.

Okay, so I didn’t really have a full conversation with Ice Cube. But I did answer the phone and say like five words to him.

“Jeremy, will you wait on the line for Ice Cube to call? He’s doing an interview with us in a few minutes.”

“No problem!” * me kind of nervous *

* phone rings *

“Hey what’s up?”

“Hey is this Cube?” (yeah, I called him by his last name)

“Yeah man, what’s going on?”

“I’m gonna give the phone to Jeff okay?” * hands over phone after the realization that I just spoke to Ice Cube *

This week I got to help out with interviews for Ice Cube, Rick Ross, Fat Joe and Remy Ma, and Schoolboy Q.

Last Saturday

It’s been eight hours and they are finally letting us into the final room for auditions. John has been waiting with me for the whole time because he is the illest roommate in the game today. We watch as little kids with more dance moves than I’ll ever have, step into the middle of the crowd to entertain the, at this point, antsy crowd. Some people here have put their life into these auditions and may leave thinking their whole life is over.

I signed up for this Americas Got Talent audition a long time ago and honestly forgot about it until a couple days before this. But I figured, I have nothing to lose (except for 8 hours) and I’d rather know than never know, ya know?

I step into the final audition room with ten other contestants. For those of you who don’t know how it works, this is the screening process. The auditions you see on TV have already been “accepted” into that round, so the really bad ones were put on-air to entertain, on purpose.. It’s not as “real” as you think.

“Jeremy”

I step up to the front of the line”

“I’m going to be rapping a song that I wrote 5 years ago after a kid on YouTube said he was going to kill himself. Years later someone else told me this song saved their life.”

I rapped my song “Hold On” and the judges were looking directly at me the whole time. No mistakes, word for word. I felt like it was a magical moment. My 90 seconds are up and I walk out the building with John. We go to get chicken and waffles.

“You guys ordered three meals.. There is only two of you?”

“Yup” * we both laugh *

“You guys are heroes”

Thursday

Today the “Cash Me Ousside” (Danielle) girl is in the Power studio. If you’re thinking to yourself “who?” you probably haven’t been on the internet in the last year. She is basically this girl who went off on Dr. Phil and now the internet has made her famous and she is probably making a lot of money. Watch this first

Keep in mind she is also 13.

I help make some shirts that say “HOE” on them, and although my mom will be proud that I ironed for the first time, she will most likely not be proud that I’m wearing a shirt that says HOE on the front of it. But hey, I’m just telling it like it is… The shirts were a joke because this girl Danielle called the Dr. Phil audience “a bunch of hoes.”

Her mom, who is with her in the studio says,

“I don’t want to be in the interview today. Is there somewhere I can sit?”

I show her to the Cruz Couch room and we end up talking for a half-hour with another one of the employees from the sale side of Power, who came to get a picture of the mom for her daughter. The mom tells me her side of their story and how Danielle has had a troubled past and is really a good kid.

It was an interesting half-hour to say the least. I’m not sure if I’m enlightened, but it was cool.

Jeff asks me to call into the station to ask if I won any tickets for Big Sean.

“Hey this is Power 106”

“Hi, did I win Big Sean Tickets?”

Danielle gets on the phone “no you little stupid a** b**** you’re a r*****. Go home, you didn’t win s***.”

“That one hurt my heart a little bit.”

After that escalation, I went to take a picture with her, but I made sure to keep a lot of distance because she is 13 and I don’t need all of those comments on the internet…

Friday

Schoolboy Q is in the studio today. I know, does it ever stop? I see him and he is standing next to Baby Bash (who I didn’t recognize at the time but who sings “Suga Suga” one of the greatest songs of all time). I take a picture of Baby Bash and Q.

I meet one of the dudes rolling with Baby Bash, he is also an artist. We start talking about music and Canada and the industry.

“Give me your number man, send me some of your music.”

They bring in a bunch of female fighters for Schoolboy Q to interview because Cruz will be on paternity leave in a couple weeks and the station wants to have some fill-in material to play for the morning show.

I am the one who has to escort all of the female fighters to and from the rooms and to the bathroom. I’ve gotta say, I wouldn’t mess with any of them… But they are super cool people.

Q has weed rolling and the room is starting to smell pretty loud… I tell him he should have his own podcast called “The Q Podcast”

“man, my face looks too good for a podcast. I need my own show, yaknowhhhattiiiiimeaaaan?” * laughing *

“Where did that saying come from?” * I attempt to say yaknowhatimean as cool as him and ultimately fail *

“People think it’s from the bay, but it’s from some gang banging s*** from way back in the day”

We take a picture and as I’m walking up we shake hands but Q looks at my shirt (which has a low cut collar white t shirt) and says

“Ah man, we got one of them cut your own shirt n***** You gon claim you bought it that way”

“I really only wore this shirt because I knew you would clown me… Plus I actually did buy it like this but you won’t believe me”

“But you still chose to buy it like that” * laughing *

I was gonna retaliate about him wearing orange flip flops, but the flip flops were dope. So instead I just say:

“Those flip flops are dope.”

“Thanks my g, gotta always keep em on yaknowhatiiiimeaaaaaaaaan?”

Lesson:

Make Yourself Invaluable:

This one is from my Professor’s “Keys To Success” list and it’s his number 1 on the list. It has become the number one goal I try to achieve in every single business scenario or relationship. It’s also one of the 48 Laws of Power. Make people rely on you. If people cannot get what they need anywhere else or from anyone else, then they need you. And that is what I try to do. At Power, I create the best possible interview questions and notes for each artist I’m tasked to help out with, and sometimes even for ones that I’m not. Because now, if they cannot get those notes or that level of research/ creativity anywhere else, then they have to come back to me and that makes me invaluable. If you provide a feeling to someone or a connection level of conversation that someone cannot get anywhere else or with anyone else, then they will come back to you. Always. It’s plain and simple but you should try to make that one of your main goals if you are trying to maintain something or advance in that realm/ relationship.

Take Risks when It’s at Little Cost and Large Potential Gain to You

It may seem counter-intuitive to say that a risk is something that has little cost to you, wouldn’t that make it not a risk? Wrong. Risks are just doing things that may put you out of your comfort zone, even if there is no real cost; it may just be a perceived cost to you. For example, I wanted to audition for America's Got Talent, so I did. It was a risk. I risked rejection and a lot of time spent, and the opportunity cost of doing other things or getting homework done. But I felt like the payoff could be large and the cost was little compared to not ever knowing. I need to do what I feel and trust my instinct in this life, otherwise I might have a regret, and I’m not into settling for regrets. Not even one.

I try to live my life and put my all into everything I do. Even if I don’t put my all into music, or radio, or writing, or PR, because I have a lot of dreams, when I am focused on one I put my all into that and I chase after all that I want.

Like my friend Anja told me yesterday (Happy Birthday by the way),

“Allow the space between where you want to be and where you are now to inspire you, not terrify you.”

Your journey is your destination.

Stay inspired and I love you all for reading this. Have an incredible week as always, and just remember: you’re breathing.

- Jeremy

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