#my southside children

[kazutora-kurokawa]

hi can you do final timeline izana with nonchalant female reader who's a lawyer, like they met during a charity event then izzy finds out that reader is looking for a sperm donor 😭😭

Izana x Lawyer!Reader

♡ SFW, fluff, fem reader, single!reader, nonchalant!reader, mentions of pregnancy, Izana being happy (as he should), friends to parents to lovers ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon ♥️ I thought this was gonna go into smut but I guess my brain wanted fluff lol

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🎴 You two met at a charity event Tenjiku was hosting for children in need

🎴 You talked the whole evening and eventually you mentioned wanting children, he suggested adoption until you said you were just looking for a donor

🎴 He was confused at first but understood that having a busy schedule like yours might not permit you to maintain a romantic relationship despite your desire for a family

🎴 100% respects you for wanting to become a mother, especially considering his lack of one growing up

🎴 A few weeks after your initial meeting, he offers to take you to a few different sperm banks and go over your options. He tells himself it's obviously not a date but he can't help but be excited when you agree

🎴 You end up not finding a donor you like, but that's okay because the most suitable one has been with you the whole time

🎴 He's thrown off guard when you ask if he'll be your sperm donor, but graciously accepts because he knows how bad you want to have a child

🎴 He's by your side the entire pregnancy, even when you tell him he doesn't have to be around so often. He's stubborn and determined so you really can't get rid of him

🎴 As soon as your daughter/son is born he is literally crying tears of joy, like on his hands and knees thanking whatever forces brought you to him for you to have his baby

🎴 He's super present in your kids life and yours, being the best dad to your child and the best friend you could ever ask for

🎴 Eventually you two end up dating and he proposes multiple times before you say yes (determined mf) and you get married and officially become the family you've been all along

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[tloaak]

today we lost the great Efeso Collins, during a charity event to raise funds for clean drinking water for children in the pacific. here is his incredible parliamentary maiden speech from just last week (transcript below). i encourage you to listen, and if you can, donate to childfund's water fund here

Tēnā koe, Mr Speaker. Mai i ngā hau o Ōtāhuhu-nui-a-Rangi, o Maungarei, o Motukaroa; mai i ngā awa o Hikuwaru, o Tāmaki e rere ki te Waitematā, kei te Mānukanuka-o-Hoturoa, ko Kaiwhare, ko Taramainuku kua tau, kua tau ki ngā whenua o Ngāti Toa Rangatira, o Taranaki Whānui ki Te Ūpoko o Te Ika. Tēnā anō tatou.

[From the winds of Ōtāhuhu, of Mount Wellington, of Hamlin's Hill; from the rivers of Hikuwaru, of Tāmaki flowing to the Waitematā, to the Mānukau Harbour; Kaiwhare and Taramainuku have arrived, have arrived to the lands of Ngāti Toa Rangatira, of Taranaki Whānui in the Wellington region. Greetings to us all.]

E fakatālofa atu ki te māmālu o koutou na tamāna ma na mātua, vena foki na uho ma tuafāfine kua mafai ke fakatahi i te po nei. Vikia te Atua ko tātou kua mafai ke fakatahi venei. Mālo ma fakafetai.

Fai mai ina ua teʻi ae Iakopo i le mea sa moe ai, ona ia fai ane lea, e moni lava e i ai Ieova i le mea nei. E moni lava e i ai Ieova i le mea nei. Faafetai le Atua aua e le faaitiitia lou viiga. Ua ifo i ati malie tuʻumoega o le taeao le sa tafa i vanu tafaoga o manu sisina, ae sa faalepa le au pea, sa fili ma le manoa le fetu taʻimatagi, ae sei faalaolao le puli matagi aua ua nofoia vao tutuʻi i le malumalu ma nuʻu malumau o le maota.

Ou te le fagota la i le sao aua ua uma ona fili le utu ma uu le vao fofou. Fai mai le matematega nai tumua, ua pei o se iʻa e moemauga o le atuolo, o foliga matagofie ia ma le maualuga, maualuga lava o lenei aso aisea, ae a lea ua malutaueʻe le tiʻa sa maluʻia, ua tapu lalaga foʻi le vaʻa o le Tuimanʻua mamana ua atoa laʻau i fogaʻa.

Faafetai le Atua le Tama, le Alo ma le Agaga Sa, aua sa tu i Fagalilo tapaau o le alataua, ae sa matemate foʻi aiga sa Tagaloa pe tua ma ni a lenei aso. Ae faafetai i le Atua, aua ua tepa i ula, tagaʻi i ula, foʻi atu lou viiga e faavavau. Faafetai i le tapuaʻiga a oʻu matua ma oʻu aiga, faafetai tele i matua o si oʻu toʻalua ma ona aiga, i le latou lagolago aemaise talosaga molia. Faafetai i uo ma e masani, aemaise o le paʻia o le aufaigaluega totofi a le Atua, i soʻo se fata faitaulaga—Faafetai tatalo. Ae faapitoaugafa saʻu faafetai i si oʻu toalua Finevasa Fia aemaise si aʻu fanau pele Tapuiela ma Asalemo faafetai tatalo, malo le onosaʻi. Ae tapuaʻi maia ma le manuia.

Mr Speaker, it is an indescribable feeling to stand up and address this House. As a son of Samoan immigrants who made the mighty Ōtara 274—Southside hard—their home, I am well aware of the giants whose shoulders I stand on and the masters whose feet I learnt at. The courage, foresight, entrepreneurial spirit, and hope of our ancestors who journeyed thousands of years ago through the vast waters of Te Moana-nui-a-Kiwa brings me here today.

My parents arrived in New Zealand in the early 1960s, told that this was the land of milk and honey. Dad started off as a taxi driver with South Auckland Taxis, and mum on the factory floor at New Zealand Forest Products in Penrose. We lived in a four-bedroom State house on Preston Road in Ōtara, and I attended local schools: East Tāmaki Primary, Ferguson Intermediate, and the great Tangaroa College. We're forever grateful for the State house that was our home for around 20 years, and the quality public education we received from our local State schools.

I did try my hand for a short period at a decile 10 school outside of Ōtara, but that experiment lasted only two weeks. It was during the time in the late 1980s, when families from poorer areas were being discouraged from going to local schools because they weren't considered up to scratch. I'm glad we changed course and decided to high school it in Ōtara, where the motto of our school was "Waiho i te tokā tu Moana"—"Steadfast like a rock in the sea".

Later, at university, I went on to write my Master's dissertation on brown flight, critiquing the Picot reforms that have wreaked havoc on our public schooling system. That period was also a challenging time for my family because we were being told by our teachers to stop speaking Samoan at home and only to speak English. My parents didn't want us to fail at school, so we were allowed to speak English at home and over time we stopped speaking Samoan altogether. In the end, I lost my language. I struggled, I was embarrassed, and I felt incomplete. Even speaking to you in Samoan this evening gives me major tremors.

There's a saying in Samoan: "E le tu fa'amauga se tagata"—no one stands alone, no one succeeds alone—and, for me, no one suffers alone. Over the past years, with the support of my family and friends, I've taken to trying to converse again in Samoan, reading more texts in Samoan, praying in Samoan, and sending our youngest to a local Samoan early childhood centre. Our beautiful language, Gagana Samoa, has returned to our home and is helping to overcome the inadequacy that had taken root in my soul.

As I speak this evening, I'm mindful of the many young people who are navigating these at times treacherous and unsettled waters in life, filled with so much potential, energy, and hope, yet too often misunderstood. In my time as a youth worker in South Auckland, I've spoken with hundreds of young people with massive dreams for the future. We need youth workers, we need social workers, and we need mentors to walk alongside our young people, and, yes, we want our youth to be responsible and caring and considerate. So it's our job in this House to resource the people and organisations who will model the behaviour to them that we expect, but who also won't give up on them and won't come with a saviour mentality.

Many of our societal challenges are driven by poverty. We can achieve greater social cohesion and lift our sense of belonging by addressing poverty. I've been honoured to run youth mentoring programmes for nearly 25 years—that's about how old I am—and to this day I mentor young people. When we undertook and published research on youth gangs some years ago, the youth we spoke to had the solutions and just needed the means to make it happen. Too many of our young people are filling our prisons, and it is wasted human potential. Give them the tools, the resources, and the means to make a meaningful contribution to the world, and they will. I was at a conference recently about the threats to democracy and an attendee spoke about their work in developing nations and used the familiar retort, "You can't eat democracy." And I couldn't agree more. This House, this centre of democracy, needs to do more to engage our people, all of our people, so that they can see this House is not just relevant but an essential part of their lives.

The greatest challenge facing our generation is climate change. The Pacific Islands nations are among the most vulnerable to climate change in the world. The world's continued reliance on fossil fuels, loss of coral reefs, rising sea levels, and increasing severe weather patterns means that our extended whānau in the Pacific are in immediate danger. We, as a collective, must do all we can to do as we say out south "flip the script". Truth is, those who've done the least to create this predicament are being the hardest hit. Our challenges, whether ecological, geopolitical, or cultural, are diverse, but we're bonded by the inextricable ties we have to our lands and our oceans. We've inherited philosophies, knowledge systems, and profound ecological wisdom that holds the answers and drives our collective resilience—from West Papua to Hawai'i. Our fight for a climate resilient, nuclear-free and independent Pacific remains as strong as ever. We are not drowning; we are fighting.

I haven't come to Parliament to learn—learning happens as a matter of course through reflection. I've come to this House to help. Helping is a deliberate act. I'm here to help this Government govern for all of New Zealand, and I'm here to open the door, enabling our communities to connect better with this House. During the election campaign, I spoke to people frustrated about their lot in life, scared for their and their children's futures, and feeling their dreams were slipping away. The people I spoke to expect the Government to do more and move faster. And I know that there are some in this House who believe Government is not the answer to these challenges and that less Government is better. But here's the thing: the Government cannot be a bystander to people suffering confusion and disenfranchisement. New Zealand must close the divide between those who have and those who have not, because the reality for my community is that those who have more money often wield more power, more health, more housing, more justice, more access, more canopy cover, more lobbyists with swipe cards, and more time. And the opposite is true for those who have fewer resources.

It's hard to be poor, it's expensive to be poor, and moreover, public discourse is making it socially unacceptable to be poor. Whether it's bashing on beneficiaries, dragging our feet towards a living wage, throwing shade on school breakfast programmes, or restricting people's ability to collectively bargain for fairer working conditions, we must do better to lift aspirations and the lived realities of all our people. To that end, I want to say to this House with complete surety that the neoliberal experiment of the 1980s has failed. The economics of creating unemployment to manage inflation is farcical when domestic inflation in New Zealand has been driven by big corporates making excessive profits. It's time to draw a line in the sand, and alongside my colleagues here in Te Pāti Kākāriki, we've come as the pallbearers of neoliberalism, to bury these shallow, insufferable ideas once and for all. And this, sir, is our act of love.

Paolo Freire, in his seminal work Pedagogy of the Oppressed, said love is an act of courage, not fear; love is a commitment to others. No matter where the oppressed are found, the act of love is a commitment to their cause, the cause of liberation. The most recent election campaign left many in our Māori communities bruised and targeted for the perceived privileges supposedly bestowed upon them. Shared governance is a rich concept about how we include those who've been excluded for far too long in the work of this House and the democratic institutions that are fundamental to our collective wellbeing. We are Tangata Tiriti and we have nothing to fear. As a New Zealand-born Samoan living in South Auckland, I've experienced, written about, and spoken about racism in this country. I've also been on a well-publicised journey in understanding the needs and views of our rainbow communities, and I have a long way to go. And my message to whānau who often experience the sharp end of discrimination—disabled, ethnic, rainbow, brown, seniors, and neurodiverse—is thank you for trusting us with the responsibility of facilitating a new discussion on how we move forward together and make possible what was once deemed impossible.

The American civil rights activist James Baldwin said, "Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced." We commit to working across this House as a nation and with each other irrespective of our post code, income bracket, skin colour, or level of qualification attained. But, in order for that work, we must come with humility, the desire to listen, and dare I say it, maybe speaking last. If I was to inspire anyone by getting to this House and my work over the next three years, I hope that it's the square pegs, the misfits, the forgotten, the unloved, the invisible—it's the dreamers who want more, expect more, are impatient for change, and have this uncanny ability to stretch us further.

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog pt.2

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

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Hey wait up Brass Knuckles” Sweet Pea easily reached you in a light jog. You gritted your teeth to push down the pain of the spasm in your leg at the end of its contractions. You pulled your hood up before returning an arm to your thigh. 

“So I'm not even gonna get a thank you Princess?” You stopped dead, if even to just give your leg a break from your weight. 

“What do you want a fucking medal?” you shot. 

“Listen, from where I'm stood, you need me a lot than I need you right now, so you wanna maybe try another tone? Let me help you home” You just rolled your eyes at him and began to limp along again. Sweet Pea went to put an arm around you to support your weight only to be met with the palms of your hands into his chest pushing him away. 

“Do. Not. Touch. Me.” You snapped. 

“Okay fine, hobble along, maybe I should go back and tell them where you've gone to or who you are?” You stopped again, your leg sending a shot of warning pain down to your toes. You exhaled loudly before stretching out an arm allowing Sweet Pea to pass beneath it and support your weight with his shoulders. 

“What are you even doing out this far this late?” He didn't leave the silence between you stay that long. 

“Trying to sort through my thoughts”

“Yes I hear punching the leaders of gangs is very good for that” you glanced worriedly at him. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean what I said, or is that rain jacket cutting the blood flow to your ears” he threw your early words back at you. 

“I didn't know that's who he was, a weird man grabbed me, it was instinct”

“It's a real shame you hate Serpents so much, that was a very Serpent thing to do” you scoffed at him. 

“Why'd you even help me anyways?” 

“I was in between shifts selling drugs to children” he gave a small laugh and you fought away a smile. You both carried on along the road for awhile without speaking.

“This changes nothing”

“Whatever you say Princess”

“Stop calling me that” 

“Fine, I'll go back to attack dog, seems more fitting now anyways” you didn't care about the pain in your leg, you snatched your arm back from over him and tucked it into your side. Your surroundings started to become more familiar to you as you got closer to the Northside once again. Sweet Pea slowed behind you and you turned, surprised he didn't badger you about not letting him help.

“What?”

“Nothing I just… I just don't like being over there without my friends” Sweet Pea nodded in the direction of where you grew up and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Afraid of the little Northsiders? Very surprising” you teased but he didn't quip back. 

“If anyone asks, you weren't on the Southside alone, I wasn't on the Northside alone, everyone stayed where they're supposed to” you nodded in agreement, happy to forget this night. Your cadence evened as your leg finally relaxed after being electrified. 

“Well….I got it from here, thanks I guess”

“Wow who knew Northsiders had manners?”

“Who knew Serpents even knew the word manners?” He scoffed at you before gesturing for you to keep walking without him.

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Sweet Pea POV 

Monday morning came around, the junior Serpents were alive with discussions of last Friday night.

“I heard a Ghoulie girl came up and clocked him”

“I heard it was a girl from New York”

“I heard it was his long lost daughter” I buried a smile at my friends and their theories. Thank god no one got a good look at her. Why do I even care? She's so nasty to us. It kept me awake all night. Why did I help her? Why am I still thinking about it? I looked out from my locker to ask Jughead a question to find him staring longingly at YN. I tried not to roll my eyes. Our friends lost in their theories.

“What's up Jones?” 

“Nothing”

“Nah, you're looking at your attack dog more like she's a cuddly Pomeranian” I closed the locker and leaned on it alongside him. 

“She's not like that normally, she just has a lot on her plate” 

“And do you also wanna be on that plate?” Couldn't help myself, he pushed me sideways along the locker smiling.

“Maybe I did once but the way she looks at me now….she hates me”

“No no, she looks at me like she hates me, she looks at you like she's trying to figure out her next move with you. Just give her the time and space to figure it out” his head shot in my direction.

“And you know this because why? You look at her a lot?” If I was being honest I did find my eyes on YN a lot, every class we shared, she was more interesting that whatever the teachers were droning on about. 

“No no, just an observation I made, part of my job to be….. observant” he looked at me like he didn't believe me. I didn't believe me. Lucky for me he didn't speak whatever he was thinking. I took a stolen glance at YN laughing down the hall with her friends. I wish I could make her laugh like that. 

“Right I've had enough, I'm gonna talk to her today, I can't keep going on pretending I don't miss her” 

“Careful Jones, that's not very Serpent of you”

“Yeah…but maybe I don't want to be a Ser-” I cut him off, my temper taking me as I caught his shirt.

“Don't finish that sentence unless you mean it. You're either with us or against us” our friends stopped gossiping and stared at us. I released my grip before pushing off the locker and heading down the hall. I don't like when people use me and my friends. Was he just using us until he got back to here? I met YNs eyes, she saw everything. Good job Sweet Pea I'm sure that'll help the situation. 

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I sat on the end of bleachers of the football pitch during lunch, the only place I could have a cigarette without a teacher freaking out at me. 

“Yanno that'll kill you?” I turned to find YN sat a little distance from me. 

“Funny, Jones said the same thing about you to me” I hear her give a half-suppressed laugh at me. Not quite the hearty laugh I heard from her this morning but I'll take what I can get.

“What was that with Jughead this morning? Tell him what happened with us on Friday?” 

“Us? Oh no no Princess, you get all the credit for your right hook, all the blame too” I crushed the cigarette into the bleacher before chewing on some gum. 

“You know what I meant” she kept her gaze on the field of football players doing their lunch time training as she spoke. 

“Don't worry I didn't say anything. I was just giving him advice on what you need-”

“-And how the hell would you know what I need!”

“Well I think you need a good fuck cause that's the only thing I think that'll get you to stop being so up tight-” her head shot to me, no longer concerned with who saw us talking.

“-but I settled for the old reliable give her time and space” I watched her chest release the full capacity of air from her lungs before taking another deep breath. She shuffled slightly before zipping up her sweatshirt. Oh shit I was just staring at her chest.

“I didn't…I didn't mean that I want to be the one to….fuck you…I meant …” I didn't know what I meant so I shut myself up and waited for the bleachers to swallow me whole. She scoffed before returning her eyes to the field, watching Archie passing the ball around. 

“I'm not normally like this, I'm just finding it hard to find my feet back here again. So much change here and when I was out moving house every few months the only thing that kept me sane was knowing this place would stay my constant. Now that's changed too” her head dropped down slightly with her lowered tone. 

“I umm I don't know why I just told you that”

“The Serpents are my constant, I know you don't like us but they were the only ones to care about me growing up. I don't like when that's disrespected, that's what the thing with Jughead and I was about this morning” 

“Careful there snake brain, your human side is showing” I grinned at her comment. The lunch bell rang out across the school, sending YN and me our separate ways for the day, the whole interaction not leaving my thoughts for the rest of the week

Part 3

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

Warning: this story will contain smut.

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Chapter 1

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She moaned, gripping the bars of the bunk bed as Lip was thrusting himself from behind her.

"Am I making you feel good, Des?" he held tight to her hips, setting the pace.

"So fucking good," she moaned, moving her hips so as to make him understand that she wanted him to move faster. He chuckled as he gripped her harder, surely living marks, as he complied with her silent request.

"Oh my god!" she almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. It was too loud. They could not be loud, or the children might hear something from downstairs.

"Afraid to get caught?" Lip asked teasingly as Desna looked at the closed door.

"What if…oh fuck" she moaned, "The kids hear…shit…or if Fiona gets back?"

Lip stopped his movement, slipping out of her, before turning her so that he could look at her in the eyes. His hands caged her head.

"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss, leading her to walk to the side of the bed.

"Ian's bed makes so much fucking noise," she complained in between kisses; her arm circled his shoulder, and one of her hands moved to touch his hair like she knew he liked it.

"Better then," he said pushing her on the materass before, climbig above her, he was quick to put himself in between her, entering her with a strong hip thrust, "Since you'd love to be caught."

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She tried desperately to keep quiet, her eyes shut and her lips open.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Lip's moans in her ears as he kissed the skin of her neck.

"Lip, please…" she whispered, trying to keep quiet, her eyes on the door as his pace got faster. God, he was thrusting so good in her.

"Yeah, you do," he moaned, sliding one of his hands in between them to start rubbing her clit, and to stop herself from crying, she had to bite on his shoulder, making him course, but it didn't make him stop talking, "Like when I fuck you in the bathrooms at school, yeah?" His strong thrust made her moan, and his words made her shiver.

"Fuck, Lip!" She moaned again, making him chuckle.

"You'd like to be seen as I fuck you hard," he said before kissing her, silencing the loud moan that was about to leave her lips. His speed increased, and she did all she could to follow his pace. She could feel him stretching her so well, reaching that spot inside of her that made her forget everything. His finger worked on her, pushing her closer and closer to her release.

"Shit, Lip, don't stop!" She begged gripping his hair making him groan, his lips were back on hers to give her another hungry kiss.

"Don't stop!" She said as he thrusted up, making her yelp. "Shit, Lip!"

"I love to fuck you, Des," with every thrust, moans left her mouth, "So fucking good, Desna!"

She bit at his shoulder again as she climaxed, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the cloth of her shirt.

God, Desna Hills loved how Lip Gallagher fucked her. And she absolutely adored observing him as he moved above her, checking his release. His eyes closed, low groans lifting his lips.

"Wait," Desna said as other moans left her mouth because of his movements inside of her. "Lip, stop!"

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, stopping before his eyes looked down at where their bodies were joined, probably afraid that he had hurt her somehow.

Desna smiled before moving her fingers under his chin so that his blue gaze was on her.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," at her words, his eyes widened before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"That's fucking hot, Des," he said, before kissing her, giving another thrust that made her leave a sound in between a chuckle and a moan. He then moved away so that he could sit at the edge of the bed. Desna smirked as she moved to stand up so that she could walk in front of Lip, locking her eyes with his and making sure never to look away as she knelt in between his legs. Her hands traced patterns on his tights before her fingers closed around his shaft, making him try to hold a moan in. Desna smiled at the reaction as she moved her hand up and down, his body tense, so she got closer kissing the top of his cock, giving him quick teasing licks.

"Don't be mean, Desna," he said, his knuckles white for the force with which he was gripping the sheets, "I don't know how much more I will last."

Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.

"Shit, fuck!" He moaned as she started to bob her head up and down. She made sure that her hair was out of the way so he could see her taking his full length in her mouth and to make sure he could see her green eyes on him.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," she smiled, sucking harder and moving her head faster. She really wanted to see him cum for her like that.

"Shit, Des," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, careful not to make too much noise. At that point, she took his other hand to put it in her hair so that he could move her as he pleased. And so he did. She relaxed as he gripped the root of her dark hair, moving her head as he needed. He hit the back of her throat at some point, making her gag.

"Fuck I love this, Des," He said, moving her head faster, "Fuck you're so beautiful like that." He was there, and she loved it, "Shit, I love to fuck you so bad!" And with that, she could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. He was groaning to try and keep the volume down as she moved her head up and down his half some more before releasing with a pop. Her green eyes locked in his blue ones, he was breathing heavy, red cheeks and messy hair. That was a sight she liked to see, and she felt proud that she was the one making him feel like that. As she started to lick his cock again, ready to take him once more.

"Stop, stop," he said with a grin, making her stand up with him. "I can't believe you've given me head," his arms moved around her waist, and from her lips escaped a chuckle.

"Was it good?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I've seen it somewhere, and I wanted to try." He pulled her closer, making her giggle.

"Good does not describe it," he said, chuckling, before his eyes moved to observe her face. He was looking at her intensely, and she could not stop herself from biting her lips, and he groaned, "God, I want to fuck you again so bad."

She smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved against his, her eyes closed, and she moved her arms to circle his shoulders so as not to make him move away. Then he moved to rest his forehead on hers.

"Do you wanna?" He said, giving her another peck on the lip.

"I'm supposed to look out for the kids," she said, her fingers now gripping his locks.

"They are smart kids; they can survive," he said, looking at her before putting his lips on hers again, his grip around her waist tight. "Come on…" he whispered.

Desna chuckled.

"What got you so eager?" she asked. "What is it? Karen hasn't given you any lately?"

He smirked before assaulting her mouth again. His hand moved under her skirt, making her moan as he started to rub her clit again.

"Don't be a bitch," he said as his tray of kisses moved to her neck. Her hand secured on his hair.

"I'm not the bitch, here," she said, pulling him closer with a serious expression. She wasn't like Karen.

"Don't be jealous, then," he chuckled, assaulting her neck again, but Desna only scoffed.

"Of Karen Jackson?" She said as she could feel him hardening again against her body, "Please, how many times have you fucked her today?"

He stopped his movement thinking, "Um… none" She smirked as she leaned closer to his mouth, "And how many times did you fuck me today?"

"Four," at his words, she frowned.

"Three," she corrected him.

"Yeah, you're right," Lip said as if he was thinking. That was his smartass face; she knew it by now. "Well, then let's make it four!" he said before pushing her onto the bed, making a yelp leave her mouth.

"Lip, I have to go back down," she said, chuckling.

"You are helping me, don't you remember?" he said, positioning himself between her legs. "You have to help me find my phone," he said, entering her again.

Desna moaned at the sensation, "What shit of an excuse!" She said before moaning again as he started to thrust inside of her. Her core was still sensitive from before, making her feel his every move even more. "Oh fuck, Lip, shit!"

"Fuck, Des," he moaned in her ear. He was fastening his pace, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and skin slapping once again when they could hear footsteps on the stairs.

"Des! The alarm of the oven went off!"

"Fuck, Debbie!" Lip exclaimed as Desna pushed him away so that she could stand up. She fixed her shirt and skirt before exiting the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"And charge the fucking phone next time, Lip!" She exclaimed with fake annoyance before turning towards Debbie, who was now running to her.

"So, did you two do it?" the girl asked, making Desna wide her eyes.

"What?" It came out with a higher pitch than what she had expected.

"The phone. Did you find it?" Debbie asked with a frown.

"Yeah," Desna said, smiling. "It would have been easier if that room hadn't been a mess."

"Tell me about it," the little girl said, nodding her head, before taking Desna's wrist, "We have to go!"

"Where?"

"The alarm went off; the cookies are ready!" Debbie argued.

Shit, that was true.

"Debs, go turn off the oven. I have to use the bathroom real quick, and then I'll take out the cookies."

Debbie observed her, but she seemed satisfied with her answer.

"Alright, but hurry up!" Then she ran towards the stairs.

Desna took a deep breath. That was another close call; she thought as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and fix her hair.

Desna Hills had known the Gallaghers for four years now since she had moved to live with Kev and V on the South Side of Chicago. She have known Kev since she was a child, her family was totally fucked up, so when she was twelve Kev and V decided to take her in. Desna loved to live with them; they were funny and nice, and they even gave her a job at Kev's place, called the Alaby. It was filled with drunk people, and there was nothing that she hadn't already seen, but she liked the place. In the morning, she goes to school, and sometimes, in the afternoon, she babysits Fiona Gallagher's children. She wasn't paid for that, but she didn't care. Fiona was V's best friend, and now Desna had become the Gallaghers' friend as well.

"It went well," Desna looked at Lip through the mirror.

"You clearly have no idea what well means," she said, shaking her head with a chuckle before moving to walk out. However, as she passed next to him, Lip stopped her by the waist.

"I'm sorry," he said as he shrugged his shoulders, "We were having fun, weren't we?" His hands were around her waist, and as her hands moved around his neck, their bodies closed once again.

"We were," she said, rubbing her nose against his.

"When can we finish?" She laughed at his words.

"You are so eager today!" Desna said, trying to move away. "What's gotten into you?" But Lip only smirked before pulling her closer and kissing her lips hungrily again.

"I want you," he muttered against her lips, and Desna smiled, liking that he was saying those words.

"I want you too," she said as her hand moved to the front of his jeans, making him suck in a breath, trying not to make noise. She moved her head so as to lock their lips together. They kissed hard, like always, his hands around her waist, and her fingers started to trace the shape of his cock, and he shivered.

"Fuck, Desna," he said, moving his head away so that he could take a deep breath since her hand was palming him through his jeans now.

Desna then moved to his neck, tracing a line of kisses until she reached his ear, "I really want you so fucking bad," she moaned in his ear, to which he answered with a "Fuck, baby," She could feel his hard-on now, and after she made few more moans to work him up, she moved away.

"But not today," she said, running away.

"Come on! You can't!" Desna heard him say as she made her way down the stairs.

He had started it first. She had a job to do; he could not distract her like that without a payback. And she liked to think him upstairs all hot and bothered for something that she did.

This thing with Lip had started for free months now. Desna had always had a crush on Lip since she met him. He was smart, crazy smart, probably the smartest person she had ever met. He was a couple of years older than Desna, and they had been friends since they met. Desna was the same age as Ian, the third Gallagher brother, and the three of them were always together. Lip had always been nice to her, even if she knew he was a ladies man, he liked to fuck around, but Desna didn't care. They started sleeping together when they found themselves alone in the living room of the Gallaghers' house. They had sex on the couch.

Since that day, they had started "this kind of relationship," as Desna liked to call it, while Ian always said that that kind of relationship already had a name: "friends with benefits." And she knew that, she wasn't naive. Desna was well aware that she and Lip weren't exclusive since he was fucking Karen Jackson as well. And even Karen Jackson was fucking… well, every living soul. While Desna wasn't. One part of her said that it was because she still didn't found anyone to fuck, but another part told her that it was because she already had the guy that she wanted. She was aware that that was not a normal relationship, but for now, it was enough for her.

"Look, Des, look!" Debbie said, jumping in front of the oven. Debbie Gallagher was twelve years old, and she was a sweet and lively girl. The Gallaghers, like everyone in the South Side, weren't actually lucky with money, and Debbie was very careful with the payments of the bills, keeping track of everyone with their part of the money. She was very mature for her age.

Desna smiled at Debbie as she grabbed a rag to shield her hand from the heat of the oven.

"Be careful; it's freaking hot," Desna said before turning towards the living room, "Carl, sweetheart, cookies are ready!" The fifth Gallagher brother was Carl Gallagher, a boy of eleven, he was one of a kind, that's how Desna would describe him. He was a very active boy with a love for destruction.

The boy was now looking at the TV, but when he heard Desna call for him, he immediately got up running into the kitchen.

"They are ready?" He said as he moved his hand to take one.

"Be careful," she said as she took the last Gallagher brother, Liam, in her arms.

"If I hurt myself, would you kiss me better?" Carl said with a smirk, to which she shook her head with a fonding look.

"Maybe when you're older," she said, rocking Liam back and forth, who let out a giggle.

"When is "older"?" Carl asked, as always. It was no new subject to her. Fiona had told her that Carl had developed a crush on Desna, so he always tried to make his move, as he liked to call them. Desna found it cute, though.

"Maybe when you're eighteen?" She guessed, making him shake his head.

"It's too far away."

"That's how it is, buddy," she said, stroking his hair, "Eat the cookies," Then she turned to Debbie, who was biting one, "Is it good, Debs?"

Her eyes grew large, "They are so good, I want the recipe!"

Desna smiled, "I'll write it down for you." Then, she could hear some steps from the stairs behind her. As she turned, she noticed Lip running down.

"Hey," she said teasingly, "I've Taken care of everything upstairs." But as they looked at each other, she could see some nervousness in his gaze, different from what she was expecting.

"Lip," Desna called him, getting closer to the boy and touching his arm. "Is everything alright?" She observed his face as he nodded his head.

"No, yeah, yeah, it's fine," he answered before looking directly into her eyes, "I need to talk to you."

Desna frowned. She looked at the children before looking at Lip.

"Lip." She said warningly.

"No, not upstairs," he was quick to add, "Outside."

They looked at each other, her green eyes looking at his blue ones once again. She liked to get lost in his eyes so much.

"Outside seems fine," she said, nodding her head at him before turning to Debbie.

"Debs, I leave Liam to your expert watch," Desna said with a smile as she gave the toddler in Debbie's arms.

"Leave it to me," Debbie assured. Desna caressed her auburn hair before following Lip outside the house. She observed him as he sat down on the porch, lighting a cigarette. He seemed really nervous.

"Lip?" she asked, sitting next to him. His leg was bouncing up and down, so she moved closer to take his free hand in hers.

"What is it?" She asked gripping his hand, he was so relaxed before, what could have happened so suddenly?

"I was…" he said after a moment of silence, "I wanted to take care of your little prank," she would have smiled if he didn't seem so nervous, "And I took our porn magazines, but they weren't mine," he said, and she found herself frowning.

"Okay?" She asked, wondering where this was going.

"There were fucking males on it," he said, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I don't understand," she admitted. And he nodded his head.

"Yeah… me neither…" he whispered, looking down.

"I'm sure," she said, moving closer so that their legs were touching, "But I really do not understand what's happening. Probably they are Fiona's-"

"They were in my room," he interrupted her before turning to look at her in the eyes. Why would male pornography be in the boys' room? Unless, of course…

"Oh…" she muttered, and she noticed him nod his head.

"Yeah…I think they are Ian's," he said after a moment of silence. His leg was bouncing up and down again. Desna observed him deep in thought. She wanted him to talk to her; she'd really wanted it.

"Does it bother you?" She asked, squeezing his hand to gain his attention.

"That my brother might be gay, well yeah!" He exclaimed, standing up, making her release the hold she had in his hand.

Desna took a heavy breath.

"Why?" She asked, observing him as he paced back and forth.

"Why would he?" he said, his hand in his hair. "What's the point? I mean, how can he be attracted to that?"

"Well, I'm attracted to that, too, so I can see the charm," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Not funny," he said, unable to stay still. Something really bothered him, and even if that was unexpected, he was acting strange.

"What I can't see is why it bothers you so much." At those words, Lip stopped, looking at her as if she were out of her mind.

"My brother is not gay," he said firmly.

"But this is not the point," she insisted, "One likes what one likes, as long as he is happy-"

"He is not, that's it!" He exclaimed, making her roll her eyes, "He maybe needs to be fucked by a girl!"

"No, you need to be fucked by a girl," she said standing up, "Ian can decide for himself, he does not need you to tell him what he likes," her arms crossed over her chest.

"He is not gay, Desna," he repeated, and that made her walk closer to him.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She asked, looking at him in the eyes, but he shook his head, turning away, "Why?" She insisted, searching for his gaze, "There must be a reason, or you wouldn't act like an asshole,"

"Oh, I'm an asshole now?' He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head, "If you're only imposing yourself on Ian, then you are an asshole," He shook his head, chuckling with annoyance, taking a step back, "So, why?" She asked again.

"Why what?!" Lip exclaimed.

"Why does it bother you so much?" she asked again. There must have been some other motives; Lip was too smart to act in such a way.

"Fuck you, Des," he said. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck me?" She exclaimed, "Fuck you! You can't even be honest."

"Honest?" He exclaimed angrily, "What is this a talk show?"

"You're acting like a prick, and I should be the one to go fuck herself?" She asked with wide eyes, not even understanding how they got into that argument.

"You're right," he said, turning to walk toward the exit of the Gallaghers' garden.

"Where are you going now?" Desna asked as she looked at him.

"I forgot I had to go to Karen," that name made her blood boil.

"Now you have to go to- you know what? Fuck you, Lip!" She screamed as he walked away.

"I will!" He said back, "Fucking Karen!"

At that, she turned her back on him, shutting the door angrily.

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

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[bekkachaos]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

tagged by @shipperqueen6 💕

okay so here are my children 🤷🏼‍♀️

1. Eddie Diaz, 911

(I'm sorry this sassy face is still my fave)

2. Penelope Featherington, Bridgerton

(half of my current hyperfixation)

3. Michael Guerin, Roswell New Mexico

(my beloved bisexual alien)

4. Douglas "Ca$h" Piggott, Heartbreak High

(my darling little eshay ace baby)

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

(ride or die baby, forever my love)

6. Mickey Milkovich, Shameless

(gay little southside trash baby)

7. Ruby, Sex Education

(she deserved better)

8. Raymond Holt, Brooklyn 99

(oh captain my captain)

9. Nick Nelson, Heartstopper

(golden retriever bisexual)

10. Christina Yang, Grey's Anatomy

(Sandra Oh what I wouldn't give to cast you in everything)

I could go on but have some tags instead 💕

@poonmitpakdee @vintagelacerosette @monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @eddiebabygirldiaz @shortsighted-owl @loveyouanyway

[redwiccanrobin]

Some people claim that Monica wasn’t that bad of a mother but then go on to say that Debbie should have Franny taken from her. How does that even make sense, my guy?

Monica only ever came wandering back in when she wanted something and then left like it was nothing. Consistently. The first time we see her come back to the Southside it’s not because she desperately wanted to see her children. No, she thought she was getting money out of it. Then, when that fell through, she decided to be truly heinous and attempt to take Liam from his family to build a new one with her girlfriend. And she constantly chose herself over them no matter what.

Debbie is not a perfect mother by any stretch of the imagination. I won’t deny that. But she wanted Franny from the jump. She took care of Franny and never gave up on her even when the father left. That little girl is her whole world. She would give up everything for that little girl which is way more than anyone can say for Monica.

[swiftfootedachilles]

*vibrating intensely* hi please tell me your autistic Mickey headcanons I'm collecting them

ohhhh i have so many thoughts

ive already talked about this ad nauseum previously but i always have time to discuss my favorites autist

his hatred of sleeves is totally an autistic thing. he just hates sleeves, specifically anything thats not long sleeved or sleeveless

he seems to prefer warm weather. he bundles up sooo much in the winter and he talks about moving back to mexico in s11. he would rather go back to prison than move any more north than chicago

i am once again mentioning that compulsory heterosexuality is absolutely part of mickeys masking. he seems to not gaf about masking about a lot of "typical" autistic things like not understanding social cues/rules or lacking conversation skills. a lot of his masking is more survival based like seeming straight and masculine and tough

^ which makes sense that when he starts unmasking, he likes patterned/hawaiian shirts :') he loves how visually simulating they are and he can tolerate the sleeves bc the fabric is very breathable and light

he really likes loud sounds specifically loud music and ambient/outside sounds like the ones he looks up in s11 to help him fall asleep :) he seems like the kinda person who can only do one thing as once, ie cant listen to music and play video games at the same time. when he does something he has to Devote Himself To It. if hes listen to music thats what hes doing. hes gonna sit there with his giant ass headphones on and stim or just cover his eyes and focus on the lyrics. hes s natural loud talker. he could yell over a jet engine if he wanted to. altho he doesnt like people raising his voice at him for obvious reasons. he cant stand pure silence it makes his skin crawl. ian loves his peace and quiet so mickey often throws on his headphones for parallel play. ian cooks or reads his book in quiet and mickey listens to deftones or doomscrolls on tiktok. parallel play becomes a huuuuge part of their bonding as a married couple :)

when he gets overwhelmed he completely shuts everything out. he acts like a cornered animal and lashes out at anything even if someone is trying to help. he needs space until he calms down or he'll have a meltdown and start throwing/breaking things or causing physical harm. sometimes he becomes too overwhelmed too quickly and completely skips the "shutting everyone out" stage and go straight to getting physical

he stims a lot by hitting or throwing stuff so ian trains him to use soft things like pillows and plushies (he absolutely has a plushie collection) when stimming. i think he also hits himself on the head sometimes. :( (totally not projecting) but be mainly sticks to his regular stims like messing with his eyebrows, chewing his nails, and biting his lip. he has an oral fixation! ian gets him a chew necklace. he likes singing and dancing with ian tho hed never admit it. he likes flapping his hands and jumping but hes still too embarrassed to ever do them. he unconsciously sways and rocks, especially if hes in the same spot for a long time

ian absolutely buys mickeys most of his sensory/stimming shit. lights, weighted blanket, spinner ring, chew jewelry, peelable clear nail polish, bike chain (which we see mickey has on his bedside table in s5 so i 1000% believe this was his first stim toy!!!) toy, tangles, different types of plushies (squishmallow, squishables, jellycat, reversible octopus (mickeys fav they both have at least one for every possible emotion), plushie dreadfuls, palm pals, different shapes and textured fabrics.) ian often steals a lot of these plushies; they are their first children. after they move back to the southside and are doing some work on their house, ian notices mickey still needs the catharsis of breaking shit, so sometimes they go on dates to the junkyard with baseball bats and destroy shit together

mickey literally cant be in the same room with ian when he eats his eggs with ketchup. the concept itself is so gross he cant tolerate it

hes very sensory seeking, again partly because of his oral fixation. he likes spicy food and LOVES sour food. obviously he loves candy and junk food. they have lamps, other small lights, and color changing led lights all over their home. eventually they both fall into a routine of communicating nonverbally using different colors of lights

mickey isnt great at communicating verbally tho he tries. sometimes he just cant, its too overwhelming and he cant think of the words to properly express himself. hes much better at conveying his thoughts thru physical means. this is part autism, part learned during childhood

he learned literally everything he knows about society thru movies. he uses a lot of old slang and makes niche references. he refuses to explain any of them to ian

sometimes he goes nonverbal and he texts only using (sometimes too many) emojis and reaction images that nobody gets except him

most people think hes weird and dont get his sense of humor but ian thinks hes the funniest person on the planet! they often make references to inside jokes in front of other people and it annoys the shit out of everyone

ok i have to stop now or im gonna go on forever thank you for the ask

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 4, 2002

Lyrics:

Children grow and women produce and

Men go working, some go stealing

Everyone's got to make a living

L-O-X, yeah (Southside Bronx)

J Lo, yeah (Southside Bronx)

Yo, yo

We off the block this year

Went from a little to a lot this year

Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear

I know where I'm goin' and I know where I'm from

You hear LOX in your ear

Yeah, we at the airport out

D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out

With a new white tee, you fresh

Nothin' phony with us

Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

From In Living Color to movie scripts

To On the 6 to J.Lo to this, headline clips

I stayed grounded as the amounts roll in

I'm real, I thought I told you (I'm real)

I'm really been on Oprah (I'm real)

That's just me

Nothing phony, don't hate on me

What you get is what you see

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got (Southside Bronx)

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

I'm down to earth like this

Rockin' this business

I've grown up so much

I'm in control and loving it

Rumors got me laughing, kid

I love my life and my public

Put God first and can't forget to stay real (real)

To me it's like breathing (Southside Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from

It take hard work to cash checks

So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, they're assets

You get back what you put out

Even if you take the good route

Can't count the hood out

After a while, you'll know who to blend with

Just keep it real with the ones you came in with

Best thing to do is stay low, LOX and J.Lo (Everyone's got to make a living)

They act like they don't but they know

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Songwriter:

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

David Styles / Jason Phillips / Jean Claude Olivier / Jennifer Lopez / Jose Fernando Arbex Miro / Lawrence Parker / Michael Oliver / Mr. Deyo / Samuel Barnes / Scott Sterling / Troy Oliver

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Jennifer Lopez

[hayscodings]

everything you have ever said about svetlana never fails to amaze me, i feel like you understand her character better than most. i have to ask, what do you think her life was like pre-3x06? i know we know some things about it, but do you have any headcanons/theories or anything about her? i wrote a fic (and never published it) about her once, but i feel like you have better insight on her character so i’m asking you. what was her life like in russia? what was her father like (awful)? what did she endure to make her the way she is? etc.

Ah, thank you! That’s the ultimate compliment. I rewatched Shameless for a second time recently, and am on my third rewatch now, so I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Svetlana.

We didn’t really get any information about her life on the Southside pre-3x06, but there are a few observations I find helpful when trying to piece together what it must have been like: (1) she seemed genuinely excited to marry Mickey; (2) she wears the same purple dress that we are introduced to her in— and see her at work in— while she’s at home, pregnant, in S4; and (3) the fact that she was married to Yvon at some point means that she can’t have been in the U.S. for very long when we meet her.

With respect to (1), part of her excitement can be chalked up to the fact that getting married meant that she could finally qualify for a green card, but I think it’s more than that. She didn’t look relieved; she looked happy. The way I interpret this is that she considered moving into the Milkovich house a step-up from her current arrangement— which, considering the Everything We Know about the Milkovich home, paints a pretty bleak picture of said arrangement.

My guess is that she was sharing a very small space, perhaps even a single room, with many other working girls, since we know that Sasha was not paying the girls a living wage. It is also likely that the conditions in that place were very poor, as I’m sure whatever slumlord they were renting from was taking full advantage of the fact that they were undocumented. So, not a great situation.

I find (2) particularly interesting because I’m sure it was intentional on the wardrobe department’s part to have Svetlana rewear the same dress multiple times. But what’s really telling is that she doesn’t just wear the dress— a short, fitted, strapless dress— to work at the massage parlor. She wears it when she’s home in S4, too. And this time, not only is she several months pregnant, but it’s also winter.

When she and Mickey go to visit the massage parlor, she’s wearing the same dress with a coat and tights and a thin little scarf even though it looks freezing out. So, not only could she not afford maternity clothes, but she was also unable to dress properly for the weather. All of this to say: it was clearly bad for her financially. And at this point she’s been living in the Milkovich house where she’s presumably better off, so it must have been worse before.

Finally, (3) is a tricky one because I don’t believe for a second that the writers planned to reveal that Svetlana had been married before in Russia when they introduced her character in S3. Initially, I would have assumed that she had been in the states for at least a couple of years by the time that we meet her, but the whole Yvon business really complicates things.

For starters, Svetlana is only 19 when we meet her. This is relevant because marriageable age in Russia in 18. There are exceptions to this, but only under special circumstances, and even then, children cannot get married if they are under 14. In addition to this, Yvon was old enough to pass as Svetlana’s father (There is a 14 year age difference between Pasha and Isidora, but Isidora was playing ~14 younger than her actual age, so that makes the age gap roughly ~28 years). It seems very unlikely, then, that she would’ve been married to him younger than 18. Which puts her in the U.S. for only one year before the events of 3x06. This makes sense for several reasons I won’t get into because it’s not relevant and I’m already rambling too much.

So, in sum, I imagine that Svetlana’s life pre-3x06 was very bleak. Recently immigrated, undocumented, still learning the language, just 19 years old with no family and under the control of her traffickers who severely underpaid her. Probably living in a small room ten other girls in her same position, dealing with violent and or aggressive customers like Terry with no real protection, just trying to survive. I think she was very numb during this period of her life, maybe more so than ever before, and tries not to think about it often. I don’t believe Svetlana could have survived everything that she did without repressing and compartmentalizing a good chunk of it, honestly.

As for her life in Russia, I still need to give it more thought, but it seems like she was very close to her family as she speaks of both her parents favorably and named her son after her father. She also tells V at one point that in Russia “family is family”, and we later see that she is in contact and seems to be on good terms with her aunt. She also mentions using her grandmother’s recipe for borsch in S6.

Apart from this, we can assume that her family was poor given that her father sold her to a pimp for $300 when she was just 10 years old. At one point Svetlana says something about owing him for keeping a roof over her head and food on her plate, so it’s clear they definitely struggled. She also tells Kev and V that she “grew up in his bar”, when they’re under the impression that Yvon is her father.

Now, obviously Yvon ended up being her husband, but she was acting as though he was her father at the time so I think the bar tidbit can be taken as true. V had to learn everything about Svetlana when she married her in order to pass the INS interviews, so Svetlana would have had to use the truth in order to sell the lie.

So, here is this little girl growing up poor in Russia with a family that she is very close to. She’s extremely smart and probably does really well in school and it’s not an easy life but she is still very grateful for it because things can always be worse. She knows this— she’s seen it. And she’s probably been told it by her father many times.

Svetlana loves her father, but he is not a good man. The facts we know about him are these: he raped her as a child, locked her in a closet with a potato sack over her head, and sold her into sexual slavery so that she could work street corners when she was 10 years old. All of these things paint the picture of a violent, abusive man. Still, Svetlana insists that he had good qualities too, and she feels indebted to him for providing her with food and shelter and for paying smugglers to get her into the U.S. She also says that she learned everything she knows from him.

I think Svetlana’s father was the type of abuser to make a buddy out of his victim. He probably convinced himself that he was a good father and that everything he did, he did out of love. Maybe he was an alcoholic, surely he had his own demons— at the end of the day, he probably pointed to these very things to justify/make sense of his behavior.

I can picture a young Svetlana thinking of herself as his protege— always by his side, helping him with the bar, doing anything that she possibly could to be useful and contribute to the family. Listening to his stories, heeding his advice, learning his lessons. And when he hurt her, she probably blamed herself. Or maybe she attributed it to her father’s own trauma— something stronger than him, beyond his control— something that had nothing to do with her. Or so perhaps he said when he apologized. I can see her feeling sorry for him.

I think Svetlana was too young to reconcile the abuse she suffered at his hands with the part of him that seemed to care for her well-being. And I imagine that it is still very confusing for her as an adult, and something that she hasn’t wanted to confront or revisit. Because it’s far too painful, and she’s doing just fine in her opinion.

In sum, Svetlana is a girl who grew up too fast. She’s a girl who never got to be a kid and who wasn’t afforded the protections that she should have been afforded by her guardians. She’s a girl whose formative years were filled with violence, and who continued to know that violence well into young adulthood. She’s a girl who had to make sense of this violence, and be able to live in it day to day. She’s a girl who learned to repress, and to compartmentalize, and downplay, just so she could stay alive. But most importantly, she’s a girl who never let any of this turn her into someone who would repeat the cycle with her own child.

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

regarding the “she treated them more like business partners” thing, svetlana said it best when they were in couples therapy— she doesn’t show love regularly, she shows by doing. when she lists everything she’s done for kev and v, it becomes clear that acts of service are her way of showing that she cares. this makes sense with her background.

her communication skills aren’t great, and she can be very stoic, but she was always doing things that ultimately helped kev and v out and she was also very affectionate. i don’t think it would be realistic if she showed love the same way as them, given that she probably hasn’t been shown very much love in her life (or even had healthy relationships).

oh man, that’s a loaded question but i’ll give it a go. basically the svetlana as a con artist narrative doesn’t work for me because her actions don’t line up with someone who was planning a long-con. she runs into kev at the park by chance, and he’s the once who strikes up a conversation with her.

then, when she’s at risk of being deported, her immediate plan is to run off to kentucky— it’s v who says that there must be some other way (interestingly, bc she doesn’t want to lose svet as a babysitter/bar employee) and kev whose idea it is to marry her so that she can get a green card.

then when she does marry v for a green card, that’s all it is. they both acknowledge this. when the whole throuple thing starts, all parties are in it for convenience. kev and v want to keep svetlana around to cook, clean, watch the kids, work the bar, etc. they plainly state this. meanwhile svetlana gets a roof over her head, a job, and a family for yevgeny.

things get messy once real feelings get involved, but svetlana never targeted kev and v to scam them for the bar. she isn’t even the one who asked to look at their finances— v asks her to do this once she realizes svetlana is good at math.

similarly, it’s isn’t svetlana’s idea that they adopt each other’s kids— v suggests it so that they can claim each other’s children as dependents on their taxes. it wasn’t even about them being a family.

all of this to say: all of these opportunities just fell into svetlana’s lap. she didn’t orchestrate any of them. every single idea (getting married, looking at the finances, adopting each other’s kids) came from kev and v. this doesn’t align with svetlana being a con artist who targeted for their bar.

even when she finally had the bar, she kept insisting that nothing had to change between them. putting the bar in her name was never about stealing it or throwing kev and v out on their asses, she just wanted control because she was a better manager (i’m not saying she was right to do this, i’m just speaking from her pov) and the bar would have gone bankrupt in six months if they had continued to run things the way that they were running them.

she also kept asking if they could be a throuple again after she had the bar and was clearly hurt by them turning on her, whereas if it had just been about her getting the bar then she wouldn’t have cared when they iced her out.

and, like, svetlana is a smart girl…if she wanted to con someone i doubt she would have set her sights on a poor couple on the southside with two kids of their own. she would have hit up bars with billionaires like she did in s8.

i hope this doesn’t sound rude or argumentative this is just my two cents since you asked. also sorry this kind of got away from me i just have a lot of opinions when it comes to svetlana lmao

i honestly don’t disagree with any of this or have anything to say against it, but read what anon said because they’re great at writing and make great points ^

[aussie-wbb]

Opals legend Lauren Jackson makes call on Olympic comeback - at least 'for now'

Melanie Dinjaski, The Canberra Times

Dreams of an incredible fifth Olympic campaign for basketball legend Lauren Jackson have been dashed - at least "for now" - after the 42-year-old ruled out playing in Paris.

The five-time WNBL champion was selected in the Opals squad for next month's Olympic qualifying tournament in Brazil, and though Jackson is excited to help Australia reach the Paris Games starting in July, she has put a line through going any further in green and gold.

"It's hard to sit here and be like, no, I'm not doing it because of how everything has played out in the last few years," Jackson told The Canberra Times.

"But right now it's a firm no way. I want to get back in [the Opals at the qualifiers] and then probably announce my retirement.

"I'm doing this because I want these girls to be at the Olympics and I know I can help them right now, but my children are my world, and especially as they're getting older I can't keep leaving them."

Jackson has two sons, and along with juggling her WNBL commitment with the Southside Flyers, she also works at Basketball Australia and with the She Hoops basketball program for women.

Jackson revealed that prior to her most recent Opals selection she had actually told her family and agent she was planning to retire from international basketball again. Then a phone call from Opals selectors convinced her to stay on for the Olympic qualifiers.

Though Jackson endured a "brutal" injury stretch since her 2022 WNBL comeback with a broken foot, arthritis, and a torn right Achilles that meant she couldn't walk or sleep properly after games, she's now returned to full health and is performing on the court too.

She put up 20 points in her 200th WNBL game on Sunday in Southside's win over the Melbourne Boomers, backing up her season-high 28 against the Sydney Flames last week.

However Jackson said her family responsibilities have made continuing international basketball beyond the Olympic qualification campaign more difficult.

"My youngest son left to go home with my parents this week because he's not coming on the road with us and I cried my eyes out," she said.

"I'm so thankful I've had these opportunities and that I'm playing well again.

"Physically I feel pretty good compared to how I've been the last two years, so I know I'm definitely good enough to be there. But I've done everything I've needed to do in the sport.

"My whole career has been about the Opals, but it's getting a bit hard on the kids and it's a massive burden on my parents too.

The two-time WNBA champion hasn't yet decided what her basketball career will look like at the end of this WNBL season and when she does retire from the Opals.

But she is set to continue her move to basketball administration and is hopeful to keep playing NBL1 in Albury, and possibly WNBL if she can maintain a healthy life balance.

"If I'm still good enough to play, then obviously I want to do it," she said. "If I can have fun and enjoy basketball with my family with me, then absolutely, but if not, it's another story."

[ginger-grimm]

🐱 + Beth!!

THANK YOU AGAIN @luucypevensie! Also tagging @daughter-of-melpomene again, thank you, guys, for keeping my Riverdale babes alive and well.

If they're a light or heavy sleeper: Beth has always been a pretty light sleeper. She has an extensive morning routine and always takes Cookie out on her walks early in the morning.

What they would do if they won the lottery right now: 100% get her father and Lois out of the Southside and out of Riverdale in general but try to not let the money get to her head.

If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose: She sold all of her expensive jewelry save for her grandmother's wedding ring, which was passed down to her. It's a diamond and she refuses to give it away.

One negative personality trait of theirs: Obviously, her mean-girl past is a contender. But I actually think her stubbornness gets her in more trouble than anything else.

Their favorite 70s song: Killing Me Softly With His Song by Roberta Flack

The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Gold, Yellow, Orange (Leo)

Their favorite comedy movie: Mean Girls

About one person they've lost: Her mom always tried to keep her children as humble as possible, unfortunately, the mission failed but Freya was a kind-hearted, hard-working woman nonetheless. She donated to various charities all year round, loved animals, and was an incredibly loving person.

A quote I associate with them: "I didn't know you could get buried in your own silence."

If they're a lover or a fighter: I think she falls somewhere in between. She can be vicious with her words but doesn't actually want to be.

[notmuchtoconceal]

bro, i really wanna talk about ian and mickey from shameless cause it's one of the only long-term onscreen romances which has ever felt viscerally real to me, tho also -- i have mixed feelings about shameless generally, for it's an americanization of a foreign property which hooked me for its direct proximity to and immersion in my local culture, though also -- that direct proximity highlights certain unrealities of the broadcast medium more generally, namely that like -- bro, these neighborhoods. these areas. they're not this fuckin white.

the southside of chicago has not been this white since my parents were kids. bro, i had to listen to my mother bitch on long car rides about how polish and irish the neighborhood used to be when she was a kid, before you know ... the mexicans moved in. meanwhile, my father is half-mexican. it's just his mother was as covert narc assimilationist bruja who ate his soul so he had to soak up all the racial inferiority installs in lieu of developing a personality. yeah, man. be a trumper. build the wall. that your own people work harder and cheaper than you is the problem, not the extant system of financial exploitation pressured you to be a work-drone over withstanding the battery of persuing an education.

bro, when you fucking live in these places and see how people are, and you're sitting there watching this enticing fantasy, it's like -- you're thinking about these white actors from some other place coming in, with a production crew, and you wonder if the crew is local, how much is out of sight, how is this exchange of labor taking place, blah blah.

like, there's one black character on the show. there's one black character, and sometimes you'll see black extras in the background, but they're not extras. they're the people who live in these neighborhoods, sitting on their porches, watching the show being filmed -- being included in the shot and not making too much of a fuss.

she's real good, don't get me wrong.

their next-door neighbor, she's great. i haven't watched the show in years, and I don't remember their names. i love her boyfriend, too. her boyfriend, he's perfect. i don't know where he's from, but he captures the same vibe as my childhood best friend and their dynamic is great. total southside vibes. it's real, like ian and mickey's relationship is real and it buoys you through what appears as a demographic anachronism.

so, yeah, the show is extra weird cause it hits so close.

like, it's deffo true that racial injustice is being more frequently insincerely weaponized to score purity points in a pick-me economy of abandoned children playing penance for the cameras to use your ego to distract you from the multiple concurrent genocides taking place rn, but like...

sometimes you're just trying to watch entertainment and how weird and fake it is is distracting in a way no good-faith suspension of disbelief can overcome cause it's baked into the economic realities of the production itself. you can see how it's trying to do good despite its limitations, but it can feel like an excuse in-defense of their complicity with the systems they're in and it would be complicity itself not to say so aloud.

like, when you live with people and see how the collective fantasy of white supremacy chops and dices their minds on the block, jiggling them into bits in a salad to be rearranged, oh my God bro.

i'm fuckin remembering when i was a teen and how all the cute lil brown boys and girls would attach themselves to me cause my gigantic towering pale tree body functioned like an apotropaic charm against the police, which they regarded not as protectors of their property rights, but state-controlled gangs who sometimes countered, sometimes collaborated with -- the local criminal gangs. it was as though i was a fanciful wizened oak or a maypole and the police were not guardians, but hostile elemental forces which at times were the lesser of two evils.

i don't think a white person can talk about white supremacy without it somehow being either a humblebrag or insincere fawning.

i think to frame this discussion as being about "white supremacy" is tricking you into thinking about the thing you wanna get away from.

don't know what this might reveal about differences in worldview.

remember other people are real humans with real feelings.

thank you.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 11

Canada.

Frank Gallagher was in Canada.

“How’s it possible?” Desna had asked with wide eyes observing V that had just entered the house to inform her.

“Steve apparently,” Veronica had said, taking a breath.

“That’s fucked up,” Desna had said.

Her eyes followed Carl and Debbie as they played in the playgrounds. Since Kevin and Veronica were the only two with passports, they went with Steve to cross the border and bring Frank back to America. It was unbelievable that Steve had taken the man and left him in Canada, but, in all honesty, Desna didn’t feel like blaming him.

The girl looked at the children's play, running around as she was sitting on the swing. She was Carl’s age when she was taken away from her family. Her mother had been a drunk since a young age; she had tried to get sober more than once. Desna had been in and out of foster care for the first years of her life, from what she knew. Her first memories started when her mother had managed to get sober, cooking, playing, and regular stuff… it was during that period that Kev had met Desna and her mother; he was a neighbor, and Desna remembered that she liked to play with Kev even if she could not remember it clearly.

But when she was seven years old, he came into their life.

She remembered him the first time he met her. He was so charming, lovely, and friendly. Everyone in the neighborhood liked him. Desna liked him as well, and finally, she saw her mother happy and serene. And Desna was finally feeling like she could have a normal family, like the one her friends at school had. The day her mother married that man, he promised that he would take care of them, protect them, and that they would have been happy. And they believed it.

But they were wrong.

It didn’t take long for him to show his true face; a violent drug dealer, dangerous and egoistic. He got angry at everything, at anything, and he would beat her mother almost every day. Desna was eight, and he had terrorized her, telling her that if she had told what was happening to anyone, he would have killed them both. It didn’t take long for her mother to relapse. She started to drink again. And the worst part was that she said that she loved him and that he was right. She did nothing to protect herself or her daughter. And once his attention moved to Desna, she did nothing.

What kind of parents let their children suffer? What kind of parents choose themselves over their kids? They could not defend themselves. Parents were supposed to be there to show their children the way, not to keep drinking so that they could forget the struggles of their lives.

Social services saved Desna's life. When Kev knew what had happened, he looked for her and decided to take her in with V.

If Frank Gallagher had left, social services would probably have taken the Gallaghers away. But that could not happen.

She observed Debbie and Carl.

Desna was alone, they weren’t, and no one cared to keep siblings together.

They were stuck: a shit of a father or the perspective to face the future alone, without the people that they relied on the most.

“D,” as she heard Karen’s voice, Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

“You know my name very well, Karen,” she said without turning, “Cut the shit out.”

Karen giggled, sitting on the swing next to her, “Someone is stressed; why don’t you go fuck, Lip?” Then she gasped, “Oh wait, you can’t.”

Desna turned to Karen, “What do you want?”

“Always knew you were the jealous type,” Karen seemed very amused by what was going on, “I bet you can’t even think of how many things Lip and I are doing right now.”

That made Desna scoff.

“It’s not about that,” Desna answered, before turning away, “You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

She could feel Karen’s eyes on her, and she just wished that she would have left soon.

“You think you’re better than me?” Karen challenged.

Desna’s lips showed a smile as her eyes moved back to the girl next to her. “Yeah,” Karen said, seeming taken aback by her words.

“I give a shit about who I care about,” Desna said, “And in return, I want to know where I stand. Sex is fun, but I’m not a whore,” then she stood up, calling for the kids, “Honestly Karen, you two can fuck how much you want, I’m not jealous of you. I’m jealous that you have a space in his life.”

The days went by, Frank was back, and their usual life came back again. She went to school, studied, and went to work. She worked almost every day; she had nothing else to do, so why not earn some more money? She didn’t go to the Gallaghers as much, especially when she knew that Lip was at home. And when they met they didn’t really speak, they avoided look at each other more than they had to. And she missed him, but she was not going to tell him anything. Probably, it was better like that.

“Why do I need to study French?” Ian complained on top of the ladder as he organized the goods on a shelf.

“Culture?” Desna asked teasingly, “Helping a handsome French guy in need?” He glared at her when she passed him a bag of chips.

“It’s easy for you,” he complained, “You’ve got all straight A in French,” then it turned with a frown, “Are you taking Spanish classes as well?”

“Claro que sí,” he gave her another glare, which made her giggle as she passed him another good. "Come on, let me brag a little bit. These are the only classes where I got good grades,” she then said, taking a break. "Since I’ve stopped seeing Lip, even my grades are down.”

“What other things went down?” Ian asked with a teasing smile.

Desna tilted his head, “My patience to deal with smartasses,” Ian chuckled, getting off of the ladder.

“I didn’t think you’d resist this much without seeing each other,” Ian said as he approached another shelf. Desna followed him, taking a breath.

“Yeah, well…” she said, “I’m not planning to see him any time soon,” Ian turned to her, leaning his arm on the ladder, with a frown.

“I admit that I don’t understand Lip and his whole Karen thing. I can see why you broke it off,” He was saying, and her brown moved up in a frown.

“That’s not why I broke it off,” Desna stopped him. Her words took him by surprise.

“Then what happened?”

“I thought he told you,” she answered, confused.

“He told me you left him,” he said, his face grave as he observed her looking away with a scoff.

“Did he mention what he told me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. And when he shook his head, she spoke again, “Lip is very vocal in calling Karen his best friend,” then she shrugged her shoulders, “That’s fine, I don’t care. But when I’ve asked him what am I to him, his answer was ‘a good fuck’,” Ian's eyes widened.

“Exact words?” He asked.

“Yep,” she said bitterly, nodding her head,

“Shit…” he muttered.

Then Desna took a breath. “I knew that he didn’t want a relationship,” she said. "And I knew that he had a thing for Karen, but… I don’t know…”

Ian observed her, “Did you two talk about you’re umm… situationship?”

“Not at first,” she answered honestly, “I mean, after the first time we had sex, we’d started to jump at each other at any moment we could,” they really did. After that night on the couch, they just couldn’t keep their hands on each other, and what started as steamy sex started out of nowhere became real encounters.

“I just wanted to know if he cares about me,” she admitted, “And it hurt me that he does not see anything else in me, if not sex.”

Ian’s hand moved to touch her arm, “I think he’s just an asshole,” he said, making her turn with a frown, “He can say whatever, but he would not be that upset if he didn’t care just a little.”

“Is he upset? Even now?” She asked with wide eyes, and Ian nodded his head. If he was upset, then maybe he cared, even just a little. Perhaps he missed her. And for some reason, she could not stop the smile on her face, “Am I a bitch if it feels good to know?”

Ian chuckled, “No,” and that made her laugh.

As they were laughing, the shop's door opened, making the two of them turn. Desna looked at Ian when she noticed Mandy Milkovich stepping into the shop.

“She is here for you,” Desna muttered. Ian shoved her a little.

Mandy was Mikey’s sister, and she was in the same grade as Ian and Desna. History class together. Lately, she has started to give Ian lots of attention, trying to talk to him every time she can. Desna had told Ian about her thoughts, but he usually dismissed her, saying that she was imagining things.

“I’m telling you, man, she is here to flirt with you,” she said, her eyes on Mandy, who was looking around.

“She is here to shop,” Ian said firmly.

“Of course she is; you’re a snack,” at her answer, he glared at her, and that made her giggle.

“Ian!” Mandy greeted him as she walked closer.

“I’mma go,” Desna said. She felt Ian's hand try to grab her, but she dodged him. She had noticed how Mandy seemed not to like when Desna talked to Ian, and for how much she loved him, she really didn’t want any more troubles with any Milkovich. She waved at Ian as she exited the shop, feeling a little bad and a little amused by how he was looking at her.

Desna was walking back home, her mind thinking about its favorite subject once again. Lip apparently was upset for some reason, and a part of her felt great about it. Maybe he really missed her, perhaps he really cared, but the other part of her told her that it was sex that he missed, only that, end, her joy started to die down a little.

“Hello,” Iggy Milkovich's voice made her stop. He was standing in front of her, observing her body with that gaze that really made her feel uneasy.

“What do you want?” she asked, unconsciously taking a step back when he approached. A viscous smirk was on his lips.

“You know what I want,” he said, moving his hand, but as his fingers touched her face, she slapped his hand away.

“I told you not to touch me!” She exclaimed, and he raided his hands with a low chuckle.

“No worries,” he said. I’m not going to do anything that you won’t agree to do.”

Her eyes studied his movements in case of any possible action from him, “That’ll never happen,” she stated firmly, but that chuckle left his lips again as he leaned forward.

“Don’t worry, you will,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” she asked in a shaky voice. She didn’t like his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when he moved to speak into her ear.

“You’ll see,” those words suddenly made her feel cold and unable to move. Iggy looked at her one more time before walking past her.

He was starting to terrorize her. She didn’t like his eyes; there was only lust in them. He wanted to have her again, and she cursed herself for having put herself in that situation. She did exactly what she should have to avoid. As she felt him far from her, she let out a shaky breath. He was not going to hurt her. He couldn’t. She tried to convince herself that Iggy Milkovich would not have touched her, but her hands started shaking again.

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[storyshark2005]

Oh I love this game!

Paul / "Who are you?" and Intermission: Heart sound fascinating! 💜

Thank you my friend!!! Let's see, the Paul fic will be fun for Oasis fans! But I'll talk about the other because I loved Smallville and haven't thought about it enough the last couple years!

(KEEP READING, if you like!)

"Intermission: Heart" is the middle part of this big fucking Smallville saga I started Fall of 2020; I don't have any of it published but it's like 160k+ words, and probably 80% finished, and it's both kind of a mess and maybe some of the best writing I've ever done. But the scope is big, I like that, I like big projects, and it's basically split into two novels. Here's a synopsis of Book I I typed up a couple of years ago:

The entirety of East of Eden’s story arc plays out over two books: ‘Book 1: In the Garden’, and ‘Book 2: The Land of Nod’. The first half of the story sketches a 2020 landscape of the characters a decade after we last saw Clark and Lex in the show Smallville, but leaves some of that established canon at the scrapyard. Lex never died when he destroyed the Fortress at the end of Season 7, but he almost did, and part of his salvation includes a different twist on the origins of his son, Conner. In this story, Lex made the plans to create Conner, but it is his half-sister Tess who finishes the job in order to give her brother a reason to keep on living. Tess creates Conner, the genetic hybrid of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent.

So one of the 'villains', is John Corben, in the DC universe he's Metallo. He's got a heart made of kryptonite, and it's a threat to Clark and to his son Conner. In the comics, John's a stock Superman villain, but Smallville at least attempted to give him a sympathetic backstory. They gave him a murdered sister, and made him a former war correspondent for the Daily Planet who worked in Afghanistan. And then through a series of comical yet touching events (Lex Luthor involved, of COURSE) he gets kidnapped and experimented on, and his heart and vascular system are replaced by a liquid kryptonite artificial heart, which was painful and tortuous for him. He basically takes his anger out from his sister's death, and his unasked for surgery, out on Superman. Even though Smallville post-Season 4 was mostly terrible, I really liked John.

So he's in my story. I won't spoil plot points, but "Intermission: Heart" is tentatively slated to act as a middle piece, a John POV one-shot that would slot right between the main two books in the series. I love it. I loved John's voice, and I had a lot of freedom with him. I made him born in central Kansas, I gave him and his sister a close bond over basketball, I made his mother bipolar and killed his father off with a heart-attack at fifty-two-- I gave him this weird, funny kind of odd-couple roommate relationship with another rogue's gallery villain named Winslow Schott. I gave him a romance that's totally nowhere in canon.

Anyway, I was always hoping to finish the second novel before I started publishing any part of the series, so I would love to do that at some point and get this out into the world.

SORRY FOR LONG WINDEDNESS but if you're still reading, here's a snippet!!

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Winslow is a freak, but he’s a genius, too. He used to work for Queen Industries, but got fired because he was caught sneaking explosives into consumer products. 

Into children’s toys. 

He opens his life to John, sets him up in an extra bedroom in his basement apartment on the southside of town. The neighborhood is dark and dangerous, even worse than Becca’s old place. But the apartment is renovated and clean. There’s a spacious kitchen and a huge common living area, half of which is taken up by Winslow’s lab-- long black counters full of ongoing projects,  chemistry sets and piles of wire and batteries; weird, half-constructed robots and one-eyed dolls; Winslow talks to them and sometimes, they talk back.

In another life, John would have run the other way. But he isn’t the man he used to be. John doesn’t have any family left, he doesn’t have any friends, and his meteorite heart is failing. He can only stay awake a few hours a day, he shuffles around the apartment, leaning on walls and trying to keep food down. 

Winslow finally sits him down to have a real look. He gets the lead plate off easily, with a blowtorch and a hammer, and it’s a literal weight off John’s chest.

“It’s the meteor rock,” Winslow concludes, pushing his magnifying lens to the side. “The apparatus is burning through it too fast. It wasn’t designed to run long-term. Shoddy engineering,” he concludes, with a click of his tongue.

“Am I going to die?”

Winslow grins. “No. I’m going to fix it.”

Two days later, Winslow slots in a new central cylinder with freshly machined parts. He replaces all of the silicone fittings around the conduit and he even polishes the metal casing. He tells John he put in some kind of regulator too, so he shouldn’t get any more adrenaline spikes. It’s the most normal-- no, the most human John has felt since before he got hit by the truck.

John taps his chest experimentally. “And they call him the Man of Steel,” he jokes. It’s maybe the first one he’s told since Becca died.

“It’s not steel,” Winslow shakes his head from the kitchen, opening a cabinet to pull down a loaf of bread. “It’s some kind of new alloy. Alien, maybe. LexCorp was always messing around with alien technology. And kryptonite, of course.” 

“Kryptonite?” 

“Smallville meteor rock, from the shower in ‘89. That’s what they call it. Everyone from 33.1 was there because of the radiation exposure. It changes people, turns them into freaks.”

“Hold on--” John’s latent journalist brain is spinning, Smallville, LexCorp, meteor freaks-- 

John was only a little kid but he remembers his first-grade teacher pulling one of those TVs on a cart into the classroom, turning the lights off and explaining what was happening. And he remembers other articles, years of fallout, dead crops and cancer rates and other radiation-induced bizarities. He also knows LexCorp’s original headquarters were in Smallville, years before the big LuthorCorp-to-LexCorp rebrand in 2008. But he’d never heard of anything called 33.1. 

“What the hell is 33.1?”

Winslow stops and turns, knife halfway into the peanut butter jar. “You don’t know?”

“No.”

“But-- who do you think did that?” Winslow points his peanut butter-covered knife at John’s chest. 

John still remembers dying in the street, the taste of asphalt and blood and garbage, parts of his brain shutting down like lights going off in a house, one by one. 

“I woke up on a table...” No heart, more dead than alive. “What did you mean, LexCorp was messing around with kryptonite?”

“33.1 is LexCorp’s meteor freak experimentation program. They find people like you, or people who were changed by the rocks. And they keep them, run tests, experiments, whatever  you want to call it.”

“How do you even know about this--”

“Ollie Queen,” Winslow giggles, turning back to his sandwich. “He’s been trying to bring Lex Luthor down for years, but he could never get enough hard evidence to take him to court. But he was always letting things slip when he was touring the lab, shooting his big fat mouth off.”

“So LexCorp did this to me?”

Winslow licks his fingers and picks up his sandwich. “All I can say is that the parts were manufactured by LexCorp; that I am completely sure of.”

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