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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday, July 22 - Tuesday, July 23

BUFFY: Thanks for side-kicking. I didn't want to trouble Willow. Figure she's got enough to do. First day back and all. XANDER: Are you kidding? We're doing vent work at the site. Anything's better than breathing freon for eight hours. (beat) So, did she say what this thing is? BUFFY: Some sort of spider demony thingy. She had to go pretty quickly. I think she had to sign up for classes or something. XANDER: Ah, yes, there is little that can distract the Willow when she's on the hunt for the mighty syllabi. BUFFY: I don't know. I guess she was a little more nervous than she was letting on.

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #127: "Selfless"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

I Trusted You (Buffy/Giles, E) by The_Crazy_Knight

Awakening the angel of death (Angel, unrated, Bones xover) by Fidelio_cascadilio

La réserve des monstres. (Cordelia, Xander, Willow, T, French) by AngelicaR2

Bedtime Story (Xander/Angel/Spike, M) by witchway

Grilled cheese and kisses (Buffy/Spike, G) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Number one fan (Buffy/Spike, T) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

He brought flowers (Buffy/Spike, T) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Cherish the day (Buffy/Spike, T) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

[Chaptered Fiction]

Prison of Misery Ch. 1/2 (Buffy, unrated, Harry Potter xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

The Call Ch. 4 (Giles, unrated) by pbjellius

Families Ch. 2/15 (Ensemble, unrated) by 19BBY

Shenanigans Ch. 1/5 (Buffy/Spike, T) by flootzavut

The Right Swipe Ch. 1 (Buffy/Giles, E) by DancingAngel0013

Aegis Ch. 11 (Xander, T, multiple xovers) by dogbertcarroll, Narsil

Dead Man's Afterparty Ch. 2 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, G) by Greensword101

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Ch. 109 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Task Mistress, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Life with Buffy, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Joan963z

Stygian Nights, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, T) by JamesMFan

East of Nevada, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Blissymbolics

Stab in the back, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by MelG_2005

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ragini

Buffy Summers and the Major Case of the Wiggins, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Soulburnt

I’ll Get You, My Pretty!, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, M) by CheekyKitten

A Second Chance- Their Story, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Loup Noir

Birds of a Feather, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

The Watcher, Chapter 20 (Buffy/Spike, E) by In Mortal

Something Borrowed, Chapter 1-3 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

Unicorn , Chapter 8-10 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Desicat

Over the Hills and Far Away, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Rea

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[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Bonus Episode - Season 2 Recap by The Sunnydale Diaries

PODCAST: Episode 124: Wrecked by Mythtaken

PODCAST: BTVS 520 - Spiral by Another Buffy Podcast

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[Fandom Discussions]

Something abt Willow defying the narrative itself to bring Buffy back. by duckwnoeyes

Becoming a puppet in “Smile Time” by lindseymcdonaldseyelashes

Wait, if Sahjhan was hoping Holtz would kill Angel and/or Darla before Connor could be born... by nicnacsnonsense

one of the things that bothers me most about late seasons btvs by greensaplinggrace

Most Shocking Moments of BTVS/AtS by hoponlilmama

SoS: A Darker Giles by Multiple Authors

What are things characters don't get enough credit for? by The Whirlwind

What's your favorite season? by The Whirlwind

Which episode do you prefer and why? by Priceless

Did they bring Angel back too soon? by Stoney

NOTHING hit like Buffy season 2,3 and 5 by Cailly_Brard7

Accents by DanTrueCrimeFan87

Lullaby/Connor’s birth by Circus1701

Mixed Feelings On Season 5 by BigBoss2203

Giles in Band Candy by Omfgjustpickaname

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What if Buffy was transported to an alternate universe during 'The Gift' by MattanzaMafiaFedora

I appreciate these two more as an adult than I did as a teen. by illegallysmolkate

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Buffyverse watch Order by Mat1711

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bad Move

Connor Walsh ! Aiden Walker (! represents a resentful relationship, basically enemies) [How To Get Away With Murder (Season 1)]

Warnings: SPOILERS for HTGAWM S1, Swearing, Arguing, Disrespectful Insults and Slut-Shaming

Genre: ??? I’m really not sure what to classify this as but I’ll say Platonic Fluff because of the referenced Michaela & Connor friendship

Summary: On a psychology program organized by one of the professors, Connor runs into Aiden and boy, does he have a few words to say to him

Requested by Anon. Hii! Thank you so much for your request, hun! I’m so sorry for the long wait but here’s the fic finally! I hope it makes it worth your while! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been only ten minutes since the presenter started talking and Connor has already regretted his decision of signing up to this program several times. The topic is interesting, no doubt about it, he’s always had a certain curiosity in the topic of criminal psychology which is what drove him to sign up in the first place. If only he knew how uninterested the people presenting the subject would be in it he would’ve signed up to the Laws of Lawyers program instead but oh well.

If he could overlook the monotone voice of the fifty-something year old man and focus more on the words he spoke, he’d maybe have a better time but that’s when his eyes land on something far more interesting.

Aiden fucking Walker.

The man is sitting further ways down the row to Connor’s left and is sitting next to a girl who he seems awfully close to - another girl about to get trapped in his family’s sketchy dynamics, no doubt.

He silently chuckles to himself at the thought of how much happier Michaela is now that she broke off the engagement. She made the right move at the right time even if she still had feelings for the man she didn’t show it. She wore and she still wears that proud mask that said: ‘I’m not fine, I’m fucking thriving.’ He knew she was most definitely not thriving, being probably the only one to see past the makeup covering the dark circles underneath her eyes which were also red and puffy on some mornings but he chose not to address it. He knew better than to poke a stick at the bear that Michaela could become when overwhelmed by too many emotions at once.

Just as Connor is about to turn his gaze back to the projection of the presentation behind the middle-aged man who’s still talking in that same bland tone, just his luck, Aiden turns his head.

Oh for fuck’s sake, Connor thinks to himself and forces out a fake smile and a small wave in return to the one the man gave him from his seat.

Hoping that’s the end of the interaction he’ll be having with him today, Connor turns forward again, resting his elbow on the armrest of his chair, prepping his head against his hand purposely so he won’t be able to even see the man out of the corner of his eye. Yeah, they had fun on a few occasions but now that rustle in the sheets is just water under the bridge and he wishes to forget it, choosing to focus on what matters: the fact that he broke Michaela’s heart.

However, just because he couldn’t look at him didn’t mean that Aiden couldn’t be staring at him which is exactly what he was doing majority of the time that was left of the presentation. In his mind, the interaction hadn’t even begun yet.

* * * * *

“Walsh?“

And just when Connor thought his day couldn’t go downhill any further.

The presentation was over but they held a little afterparty thing for the attendees to be able to ask questions and apply for more of the programs the organization had in motion. Connor just stuck around for the swell food and drink options and the attractive men swarming around who eye-fucked him from afar just as much as he did them. He needed a distraction from Oliver for a bit and what better way to get his mind off everything than a meaningless one night stand?

But then this douche pulled up in his vicinity and ruined his whole mood.

Connor takes the time to cringe and roll his eyes before turning around to face the familiar man with a half-polite half-sarcastic smile.

“Walker. Long time no see, what have you been up to? Apart from moving on, that is.“ He didn’t bother hiding the massive distaste he had for this guy, his comment clearly sending his message across.

The snark doesn’t fly over Aiden’s head, of course, so he returns it back to him, “I’ve been doing plenty of work, including cleansing my system from Michaela’s poison. What about you? What have you been up to other than whoring around?”

Connor is in no way taken aback by this. He just smirks, not even batting an eye, “Oh, you’d be surprised. Why, you want me to squeeze you in my schedule or something?”

Aiden chuckles, “No, not at all, Walsh. I’m happy with Erika. In fact, I should be thanking you, you saved me form marrying that God-awful hell-sent bitch. I bet you she was after my money and nothing else. I wonder how many guys she fucked behind my back. Girls who crawl out of the gutter aren’t afraid to be whores for just anyone, or so I’ve heard.“

Oh hell the fuck no.

Now, the urge to punch this asshole square in the face has never been stronger, however, the bruising of his knuckles and the embarrassment of it all is most definitely not worth it for Aiden Walker of all people.

“Nah, buddy, I’m pretty sure you’re projecting your own shit onto her. Michaela is a loyal person and although her and I don’t always see eye-to-eye, I know better than to let you talk shit. Speaking of whores, you really take after your mother and speaking of cheating, you also inherited that from her. You keep up appearances quite nicely, I must admit, I never would’ve guessed what kind of piece of shit you are if I didn’t witness you in your real element. Oh, and if I didn’t hear all those stories about your mother. Sounds to me like someone’s got massive mommy issues. She never accepted you for who you are, did she? Too bad.“, Connor clinks his glass of champagne against Aiden’s who has remained frozen in his spot while the other man went off on him. He downs his drink and clears his throat to continue, “If anyone owes me it’s Michaela, I saved her ass from getting trapped in your shit. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some whoring around to do.”

With that, Connor turns on his heel and heads straight for the door with the slyest smirk upon his face.

“Bad move, Walsh! Bad fucking move!“ Aiden yells from behind him but makes no attempt of pursuit and even if he did, Connor would’ve had a prepared right hook with Aiden’s face as its destination.

“Yeah, bad move asshole! Bad move messing with my friend!“ He doesn’t even spare the man a look as he answers his threat, walking out of the building and into the chilly afternoon air.

Never has he felt more accomplished.

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whatiwillsay · 4 years

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t 2017 playlist analysis

Alright folks, whether you’re newly indoctrinated in the swiftgron faith, or have been here for a while, buckle up because boy is there crack coming your way. It should be important to note that these are of course reaches and should be taken with a grain/pound of salt. What you’re about to read is a lyrical analysis of a playlist made by Dianna on her private spotify, titled ‘t 2017.’ Therefore, the only real ‘evidence’ we have to make connections lies in the lyrics, and the general vibe of the playlist.

The following lyrical analyses stems from the idea that Taylor and Dianna may, and I strongly say may have hooked up, possibly around late 2016, or early 2017 (right when this playlist was made). If you haven’t already, I highly suggest reading Cam’s Swiftgron timeline that she has meticulously and laboriously outlined for all of us, so you have more background knowledge on any reaches/connections made. Also listen to her pod for extra serotonin cause I know you bitches want it. Anyway, I digress– I’ll be pointing out only the songs/lyrics that I think are most relevant (and to make this post shorter, I apologize in advance) but I urge y’all to take a look at each songs’ lyrics to see for yourself, because some of these songs seem loud af. Ok happy reading!

Genesis- Grimes

My heart, I never feel I never see I never know Oh, heart And then it falls And then I fall And then I know

This verse talks about the unpredictable nature of love, you never know when those feelings could come rushing in, and there could be days when you feel like you’re never going to love again– gives me cowboy like me vibes with that particular sentiment.

Home and I know Playing the deck above It’s always different I am the one in love

Ok I don’t think this one needs any explanation other than tis the damn season.

1998- Chet Faker

We used to be friends We used to be inner circle I don’t understand What have I become to you

This verse is giving me major the 1 vibes– “rosé flowing with your chosen family” kinda thing. Relationships (yes, even hookups) are hard, especially when you go from knowing someone like the back of your hand, to a being a mere memory. It’s even harder when you run in the same social circles and are bound to bump into each other. What are you to do with all those unresolved emotions/lack of closure? I just find this a bit funny because two years later at SNL, Dianna is actually considered Taylor’s ‘inner circle’ at the afterparty.

Drops- Jungle

When you’re so high, you When you fall from the sky, you So come down from the clouds Come down on me

I’ve been loving you too long

This song sort of encapsulates the feeling of love that is intoxicating, one might even say addicting. In that sense, I’m getting major Style vibes, in that they keep coming back to each other because of that high and intoxicated love. More than anything, this verse reminds me of Clean, and of course Dianna’s infamous tweet, “withdrawals…clearly we had fun” (see Cam’s swiftgron masterpost/timeline for receipts).

Ritual Union- Little Dragon

Straight off the bat, this song gives off major infidelity vibes (something Taylor has been obsessed with as evidenced by Evermore, and of course Babe which btw had a lot of social media signalling/shenanginas happening in 2017/2018). Perhaps Winston was the cuck after all and we did get a swiftgron hookup?

Ritual union’s got me in trouble again I was wonderin’ of a white dress And the mistress And a spirit holding my hand!

You do the math with that one– ivy anyone?

Daniel- Bat For Lashes

Daniel when I first saw you I knew that you had a flame in your heart And under our blue skies Marble movie skies I found a home in your eyes We’ll never be apart

I only have two words to explain this verse– Begin Again

But in a goodbye bed With my arms around your neck Into our love the tears crept Just catch in the eye of the storm

With this verse in particular, there’s this sense of a heartbreaking parting of ways in a relationship. It feels eerily similar to This Love– “your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave.” There’s also a mention of a storm, and we all love a good old storm in the swiftgron universe (Clean, DBATC, CIWYW).

Can’t Do Without You- Caribou

I swear to god these are the only two lyrics

Can’t do without

I can’t do without you

Make of that what you will.

Touch- Shura

This was the song that had me fully convinced that swiftrgon might’ve hooked up again in the recent past. It’s so fucking loud and I did audibly gasp when I read these lyrics. I’m so tempted to post the entire song because honestly every lyric fits their narrative almost to a t, but I’ll try putting the loudest lyrics here.

There’s a love between us still But something’s changed and I don’t know why And all I wanna do is go home with you But I know I’m out of my mind

This love is good, this love is bad. This slope is treacherous, I like it. If the hookup did happen, it’s clear that it’s a bit hard to just pick up immediately from where you left off. Of course there’s still a lot of love there, it just takes time for those years to melt away.

I wanna touch you but I’m too late I wanna touch you but there’s history I can’t believe that it’s been three years Now when I see you, it’s so bittersweet

Ok this is basically swiftgron’s story right here, I mean come on?!?

I’m running down a dream like Tom Petty, I’m a heartbreaker But then you changed up a relationship, I’m mostly bankrupt There’s a new kid on your block, I gotta hang tough

Cowboy like me anyone?

Yeah, the effect of touch hands is like a miracle How is it you’re halfway across the world when I’m still feeling you? Just a touch of my love, just a little bit Ain’t no love without trust, we gotta deal with this

Gives me treacherous and wonderland vibes– “I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands” and “you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had.”

iT- Christine and the Queens

I feel like this song gives off major Reputation vibes– controlling your narrative/ ridiculing what other people thought you were, etc.

With it I become the death Dickinson feared With it I’m the red admiral on his ship And I raise with infants for my coronation I’ve ruled over my all my dead impersonations

‘Cause I’ve got it I’m a man now

Sunday Love- Bat For Lashes

This is a literal weekend hookup anthem (major tis the damn season vibes) and is also one of the other songs that convinced me of the swiftgron hookup. Again, please look at all the lyrics and deduce for yourself and freak out like I did, but I’m putting the loudest lyrics down.

See her in blue eyes Numb and shining In the face of strangers In the city lights Where he’s climbing Cupid’s diving And I know that she’s come To spend the night

She is in my bedroom Now I can’t fight

Blue eyed lady coming to your house to fuck you. Ok Dianna, real subtle with that. I’m joking but I snorted when I saw this lyric.

I see her in every place I go Sunday love is so cold Even though I’m falling apart I want Sunday love in my heart

You could call me babe for the weekend cause it’s the damn season. Also “I see you everywhere the only thing we share is this small town.”

Sweet Talk- Jessie Ware

There’s never any doubts when i need you It’s just that you can always make me feel like I am slipping in way too deep And let the shadows hope to hide or break the dreaming, dreaming of us

The vibe of this song is that there’s someone who always pulls you in because they know exactly what to say. They found wonderland and got lost in it.

Dear To Me- Electric Guest

When it’s bad Feels like I don’t know which way I should go But over time I come back and remember The one thing that I know

You’re dear to me and I know

I know I’ve tied so many songs to ttds, but I guess it’s all the more reason to claim that one for swiftgron nation? This verse reminds me of “the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown.”

Got It Bad- Leisure

This song was added much later to the playlist on Taylor’s birthday in 2019. All other songs were added early feb of 2017. With this song, I don’t get much except cowboy like me vibes.

Got our different ways with the same old payout Had our own dreams with the same old outcome Had a bad extreme and the same old break down Worked it to the bone with the same old habit

Et voila, that’s the end! I know this was super long so thanks for sticking through. Again please note that these reaches were made because we are a little biased through a swiftgron lens. It’s very possible that Dianna simply likes these songs and put it on a playlist, but let’s be real, gays practically communicate through spotify. This is not fact and not proof for anyone to hound Dianna or invade in her or Taylor’s personal life, this is just for swiftgron fun. That said, I’m personally inclined to believe that something did happen between Taylor and Dianna in 2017 possibly. That’s all I have to say, thanks!

submission⬆️⬆️⬆️

ANON THIS WAS AMAZING YOU JUST MADE MY MORNING!!!

you should make a gaylor blog if you don’t have one already we NEED more of this content!

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stronghours · 3 years

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THREE QUEENS OF DOMESTICITY

Ava’s husband Reuben, as Ava informed Domme Lux in the unfinished basement beforehand, had only contributed to the collaring ceremony through draping the gaping drywall with swags of lavender gauze and twinkle lights from Christmas, which blistered the fabric in a damp whimsy Lux hadn’t thought the man capable. But then, Ava said, she had never brought a boy into the household before, and she thought it was only fair to respect Reuben’s distance in the matter. Where he was, she didn’t say. Evey, one of the four usual girls, was already naked but for papery hospitality slippers and trying to tame the blank concrete with a shredded mop. She squeezed the handle to a thin, practical breast each time she lost hope. Her clavicle was tense with little red marks.

Ava sat on her own padded stool applying lotion to her arms as she held court with Lux, Celeste and other colleagues regarding the guest list and particulars. She possessed downy Marilyn Monroe skin and her expression was luminous, while Lux, simultaneously underdressed, clammy, and overheated (it was summer, high noon outside, but Halloweentown below) started to feel the depression sink in. She’d chosen to wear a sleeveless mock turtleneck cinched in via a skintight pencil skirt and knee-high chunk pumps, and it all looked charming enough to her when she texted a picture to Jules. Sexual language arts teacher or Lorelai Gilmore season 1-2? She’d typed. But Jules had been AWOL since Thursday and now Lux had no chaperone and no wisdom. Ava didn’t let it go unremarked.

“It’s June,” she informed, like Lux didn’t know. “So, he’s sucking up to his leather daddies and his drag queens, while the rest of us behave like grown-ups. Correct?”

Guests arrived. Lux decided on strategic retreat and glued her spine to a far swampy corner and gradually became happier to have interpreted the dress code on the conservative side. Ava sent out the invite via her personal newsletter, with the esoteric instruction to dress within the modes of business or pleasure and it became clear of the basement filling nobody had made a collective interpretation. Celeste, shivering underneath her partner’s bomber jacket had prevailed on a frail sundress and the man in front of Lux wore a boxy Uniqlo blazer on top and a polyester jockstrap that read PIG BOY in an eternal ring around the waist. His white ass loomed beneath her line of vision, a sobering reality check to Evey and the other girls kneeling like wraiths up front, their smudged outlines harkening more toward Salo than Ava would ever intend.

Candles were lit. Lux could not get rid of the haunted house excess bringing her mood down, even as Ava, up front on her dais and methodically strapping her bagged up new boy onto his striker frame, vamped in a costumy corset of sectional purple brocade (Jules) opera-length latex mittens (Jules) and slick black shoulder plate and hood of indeterminate material (no doubt made by an enemy of Jules), and if Jules himself would ever show up, as promised, Lux could decide what was worse: Ava mixing materials or mixing designers.

But what was worst above all, she already knew, was that three poems had already been read and Ava was reading one still. She read one stanza per one buckle. Her new boy, before being lowered into his body bag, had read one himself to clarify his submission. His face had been beaky and palling. He had flat blue eyes. She liked him much better totally hidden from view and wondered how a hardline heterosexual like Ava could entertain delicate styles in women but such insipid taste in dudes.

A ray of light split the room like a knife and vanished. A couple people moaned, blinded in one eye. The crowd to Lux’s left grunted and spat, ruffled, then parted. She didn’t notice Jules until he had a cold hand behind her neck. Even with walls on both her sides, he found a blind spot.

He stuck his tongue in her ear, knowing full well she couldn’t shout him down in this scenario. “What’s up sugar,” he said, barely acceptably hushed. “How many poems has it been?”

“And the moonrise over the hill,” Ava recited, yanking a new strap, “Rises in tune – to your mind upon my person – to your body upon my person – to your devotion to my person –”

“It’s been this one for a while,” Lux said. She grabbed him and squashed him to her side. You had to meet Jules nuisance per nuisance when he felt energetic, or he’d trample you to death. When he was overbearing, she preferred him coldhearted, and when he was frosty, she preferred him needy. It was wedding season, and he hadn’t had enough brides to wear him out. “What took you so long?”

“Stopped for food. I’ve been up for uh…thirty-six hours.”

PIG BOY’s head turned back fractionally, then he thought better of looking and faced front.

“Wedding?”

“Shereen Allure made the Miss Continental Elite lineup. She got her hooks in me. She needs an evening gown, an interview moment, talent outfit that’ll stay together through the twenty fucking backflips I know she’ll want to do – baby, sweetie, honey, let me just stone you a fucking leotard, but no, she wants everything to sweep the toes. Insanity.” Jules craned his head around PIG BOY’s shoulder, and, seeing the wild look on his face, she wormed her hand underneath his shirt and pinched his ribs before he could think of speaking above sotto voice.

“Work function,” she warned. “Work function!”

“I wouldn’t go to my boss’s wedding,” Jules said, but he shriveled back into her shoulder obediently. “Gross. What’s she wearing?”

“A couple things of yours.”

“Against medical advice.”

Ava’s boy was buckled in midway up his ribs. They had to last to the neck. Somebody close to the front of the house darted forward to re-light the tea candles extinguished in their little glasses, scattered among Ava’s stilts. Lux thought: Suck-up.

“Cocksucker,” Jules hissed into her neck.

Profound is your sacred neck –

Ava claimed.

And affectionate, my lips, on its nape –

The boy in the bag didn’t judder or wince or squirm or move an inch. If Lux hadn’t been around to watch him step inside it, she would have considered him a mannequin. More guests arrived, fashionably late, and she and Jules alternately jostled the roach hotel between her ankles as they bandied to stay upright. PIG BOY had enough of them and forced his way further into crowd.

“What’s his name, anyway?” Jules asked, of bag-boy.

“Shawn. Mark. Uh…Jake.”

“Fucking John Donne up there has a boner for a goddamn Cody.” Jules wiped his nose on her shoulder. “I can’t breathe down here. Come on, ta-ta.”

The basement door opened into a little cairn staircase and led them blinking into the lawn (a lawn!) a black walnut tree dripping with green baubles (a tree!). Jules assisted her over the porch railing (a porch!) and spanked the dust from the seat of her skirt. They entered the gleaming kitchen, already occupied by Ava and Rueben’s straightest friends who, thin-lipped, met their sangrias with unenthusiasm.

“One thing I will say for Ava,” said a woman wearing a mock turtleneck similar to Lux’s own, “She certainly has…flair.”

A man turned to Jules and asked, helplessly, how long these things lasted. The preliminaries, Jules asked, or the mingling, or the primary ceremony, or the potluck or the afterparty? And while he laid out the etiquette Lux stared at the dustless countertops and the seafoam green cabinets, smooth to the touch, and their silver handles and the tile floor and the padded breakfast nook with its stained glass overhead light and the jazzy track lights situated over the looming kitchen island. Lysol lingered underneath the tawny fumes of a candle labeled CARMEL TRUFFLE SUNDAE and the photo pasted to the candle, she was ashamed to say, made her hungry. A kitchen-aide, which Lux had seen featured in some of Ava’s private photoshoots, gleamed, an untouchable ruby atop a mounted wall cabinet.

Jules’s conversation partner said he had tried to muscle through the ceremony but one of Ava’s slaves (the man himself hedged, politely, and referred to her as Ava’s housemaid) had accidentally brushed him with her nude bosom and he thought, well, better safe than sorry and beat it to safer pastures. “I don’t want to get her in trouble,” he claimed. The sangria was doing nothing to free him from this downward spiral of nakedness.

The mock turtleneck woman held the pitcher out to Lux for a sniff. “It’s virgin,” she pronounced, disgusted.

Jules shifted his backpack into the nook. He removed a pair of purple Easy Spirit pumps, a wad of pantyhose cut off at the thigh, two rolls of duct tape, a greasy paper bag from a Vienna Sausage, a Ziplock of loose bronze eyelets, a lacy bridal bralette and ouvert panty set Lux thought she had permanently lost and finally a half-empty bottle of white rum, which he handed around.

“She and Reuben,” the mock turtleneck woman confided, tit for tat, “Had two cash bars at their wedding.”

“I get it’s a private residence,” the man continued, wide eyed, as he tilted the bottle drop by tiny drop into his cup. “But is the nudity like – mandatory?”

“Don’t be shy,” Jules suggested, happy in his eternal revolving door from Bitch to Hostess. “Really tip that bad boy in there.”

The man turned on Lux, aghast. “Mandatory nudity?”

“Jules,” she said. “Bathroom escort, please.”

The floors were fake grey wood and if they’d been in socks, they would have slipped and slid like newborn colts through a framed gauntlet of Ava and Reuben’s documented civilian life. On the right, a picture of Reuben T-posing against the horizon of the Grand Canyon. On the left, Ava’s Reiki Master III certificate from Sat Nam. A family reunion and matching T-shirts (Ava’s side of the family). A newlywed embrace at the foot of an anonymous waterfall in the Upper Peninsula. She’d seen all this before, well acquainted with the ground floor of Ava’s house, but now she wondered if Zach-Cody-Jake-Shawn, petrified below her feet, was feeling the weight of the roof on his chest like she felt.

Jules, on his own agenda, bypassed the bathroom door which was modestly shut and tugged her toward the staircase.

“Oh shush,” she warned preemptively. “We’re not allowed!” They’d never been upstairs before.

“What? They don’t have a bathroom up there?”

“She’ll know,” Lux said as they tiptoed upward. She imagined their footfalls pounding through the ceiling of the basement and Ava, coolly, directing her eyes toward the ceiling and right up Lux’s skirt.

“If you quit being so aware of her, she wouldn’t be aware of you,” Jules counseled.

Every door upstairs was closed, sanded and paper-smooth and plumbed correctly in their jambs. Her apartment had more in common with Ava’s basement. Melancholy prevented her from noticing Jules bypassing the obvious bathroom door where the shadow of a jailed cat paced and opening another. It was Ava’s and Rueben's bedroom.

“Uh-oh,” Jules said. “What an honest mistake.”

“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged, dancing backward, but the arrested step of somebody entering the downstairs hallway had her shoving him inside. Jules grabbed her wrist before she could slam the door shut in panic and guided it closed himself, soundlessly.

“Somebody’s coming!” She hissed.

“Nobody’s coming,” he said. “Not upstairs, at least.”

Next door, the cat mewed piteously.

The bedroom, to her surprise, held no accoutrements of Ava’s work at the club, not a stocking on the ground or a corset thrown over the back of a chair. The only suggestion of her taste for grandeur Lux recognized was the four-poster bed and the plum carpet. Even the makeup mirror standing up on the desk was just an electric plastic-framed Conair. The same kind Lux, at 14, had hidden underneath her bed.

Jules touched one of the bedposts. “You think she ever spread-eagles ol’ Rueben on these babies?”

Reuben worked in software. He had a crew cut, no distinguishing features, and upper veneers. When grouped together, he referred to all of Ava’s dommes as you kids. Alone, he called Lux Little Lady and Jules Hey, It’s My Man! Before thumping him with lethal force between the shoulder blades. Lux didn’t want to imagine Ava and Reuben fucking in the four-poster bed. But, on contemplation, she realized it was an impossible task.

She peeked into the master bathroom long enough to confirm Ava installed a whirlpool tub. Jules had already thrown open her closet and was sifting through hangers. He stood rumpled in his flip-flops and she was worried his hands would leave marks.

“She’ll know someone was snooping.”

“Did she ever notice when you and Celeste moved everything in the dungeon three inches to the left on April Fools?”

Lux sat gingerly on the desk chair. The Conair makeup mirror was still lit, and she checked her hairline, her face, her cleavage (she’d been paranoid for two months that she was shrinking) in the mock turtleneck. In a silver stand-frame was a black-and-white of Ava alone, on her wedding day. She posed in black-and-white before a crumbling brick wall, body positioned forward but facing right, absurdly fresh, and nearly sweet-sixteen in a sweetheart neckline and ruffled cap sleeves.

Jules loomed like a vulture over her shoulder and judged for himself. “Not what I would have picked for her,” He decided.

But Lux couldn’t look away from the picture. Ava, pre-Entrance, pre-homeowner, pre-stable-of-subs, pre-whirlpool tub. In the sterile silence of the bedroom, she had nothing to cloud her thoughts. “Ava always knew,” she announced. “Look at her expression. She knew all along.”

“Knew what?”

“That it was always going to work out. That she was always going to lock this down.”

“Lock what down?”

Lux tried to set the picture frame exactly where she’d left it but couldn’t quite recall. She pushed Jules away from her, annoyed, and tried a different a different route. “Do you think he really loves her?”

“Reuben?”

“No, Zach – Jake – Shawn – whatshisname. In the basement.”

She felt Jules descend into sulky silence, that his magpie-plan of breaking and entering was not rendering hilarious fruit. She heard the bedsprings creak and two little claps as his sandals hit the floor.

“We make fun of her,” Lux insisted. “But she’s got the husband who loves her, and four full-timers cycling in and out of this beautiful house with a beautiful tree and green grass underneath and now this new kid. He wrote her a poem. She can inspire people to do things like that.”

Jules huffed.

Lux prodded: “Remember her interview in the Reader a few Prides ago? She said she owes it all to her Unapologetic Femininity. A successful woman constantly births this psychic potential in observing bodies.”

“He wrote a shitty villanelle and climbed into a gimp bag in front of twenty-three perverts, so Ava’ll suffocate him with her titties for three years. That’s psychic potential?”

“And what about Carmen, and Robin, and Deanna, and Evangeline?”

“What about Analise Petro? She split from the coven pretty fucking publicly.”

“Years ago. And she was immature. You and her were the same age.” At that time, Lux hadn’t made the decision if Jules, then a furious little boy-twink, would be nemesis or pal. She’d half-believed Jules poisoned Analise against Ava on purpose.

Jules, blissfully not thirty, ignored her. “Evey is my age,” he claimed.

“Carmen is thirty-six.” Lux, thirty-two, fretted, twisted her fingers. “Think of the responsibility. It’s all in her hands and she just…molds it.”

“Because of her essential femininity? You’re out of your mind.”

Downstairs, the sliding glass door to the backyard rattled. A few hoots of laughter drifted ghostly through the walls. Then the doors rattled twice, and silence seethed.

“They change until they stay the same,” Jules said, too self-assured for someone sylphing on a strange bedspread with dirty feet. “And they’ll stay until they go away. Right about when Ava stops making them feel safe.”

“With –?”

“With her social nets and her two-story house and her dual income,” Jules said, sitting upright. He was all the sudden blank-faced, voice poisonous, and she wondered automatically if his mother had been calling him late in the night. “With her sex gear she commissions from me. With the soothing atmosphere that Carmen interior designs, that Robin cleans, and the fucking homemade meals with the kitchen aide that only Deanna knows how to use. And you want me to think she’s this red-hot all-natural Madonna? You know better.”

Jules was rumpled beyond repair. He wore a tank top she’d gifted for his 27th birthday. It had ITALIAN FILLY printed on the front, and already the letters were starting to peel. He glared. Lux questioned the sincerity of his anger, if he only played it up because he noticed she was too sad to dig up anger herself, anger she felt all the time when she was perfectly alone, but she decided she was too pleased being noticed at all. Maybe in half an hour, she’d be happy enough to preen.

She got up and went to him on the bed and he sat up like a human being so she could clap his face in her hands. But he wasn’t done yet.

“She’s only a woman because she’s surrounded by one hundred sycophants who let her be one,” he sneered, and she felt the little muscles in his jaw. “Sisterhood is powerful!”

She slapped him on the mouth, but only a little bit. “What does that make me?” She asked, houseless, sycophant-less, suspicious her only sisters were biological.

“A woman who doesn’t need her yeast infections to remind her that she’s a woman.” He squirmed in her grip, for her enjoyment only, and his face reddened where it usually got red, close to the ears before it began to band his big nose. It was almost enough to make her forget she was only attracted to him when he was worn down to a nub of exhaustion. Usually, he was belly-up on the floor, with one arm thrown over his eyes, and one of his wrists in his carpal tunnel brace. Something about that brace lit her ass on fire. It made her want to pull down the blinds and eat him alive through his armpit. “Are we going to do something horrible to this bedspread or what?”

“Close your eyes.” He had an insane habit of kissing with his eyes open, and even she, the honorable first girl who’d ever fucked him, hadn’t trained him out of it. “Close your eyes,” he countered, and pulled the zipper on the back of her skirt so he could pull out her turtleneck out of her waist. It jammed. They struggled.

“Suck it in,” he ordered thoughtlessly, and the second she pulled in a deep breath she every inch of him sprang, alert, into a frenzy she couldn’t understand. He caught her around the waist and rolled them both off the bed and into the space between the wall and the gap where the bedclothes hung. She was just about to shriek at him when she heard bare feet pat-pat outside the bedroom door. Jules swept her under the bed (you could stack three bodies on top of each other, under there) and followed her himself just as the door opened.

Lux curled into a little ball. Jules elected to lay flat like a tapeworm.

A woman’s voice cooed. Lux waited. Doom squeezed her heart. But the voice wasn’t Ava’s.

“Sugar-pants, sugar-pants,” the voice caroled sweetly.

Then she saw the bare feet tip-tapping over the carpet, and she clocked the voice as Evangeline’s. She had freed the cat from the bathroom, and presumably held it in her arms, sweet-talking it. Lux dared to roll over to face Jules. He pinched his nose shut against a sneeze.

“I know baby, fluffy-baby,” Evey said. The desk chair scraped when she settled down into it. “You don’t like it in there. I know. I know. No huggle-wuggles for baby in there. You’re claustrophobic. So am I! Ugh!”

Evey gagged. She sobbed wretchedly for five whole minutes (Lux counted). The cat’s purr reached torrential volumes of pleasure. Near the end she reached for Jules’s hand, and they lay, foreheads together, too shy to look each other in the eye as Evey opened a drawer somewhere for tissues and was paralyzed by an attack of hiccups. Lux had to put all her muscle into not echoing her in sympathy.

Evey muttered to herself. “I’m claustrophobic, so I can’t let Her put me in the bag. If I can’t go in the bag, then I don’t get a poem.”

Click. Tap. Click. The drawer shutting. The lights of the makeup mirror turning off.

“I don’t get a poem,” Evey asserted. “I don’t get a poem.” And lower – “I’m not allowed to have a poem. I can’t have a poem. Or a tattoo.”

The cat gurgled.

Evey fled, down the hall, where a door slammed. Then, as if to fix the breach of discipline, the door opened again, and was closed so quietly Lux wasn’t sure it was closed at all.

She and Jules waited, then parted and unearthed themselves on either side of the bed. Jules zipped her skirt and together they patted down the bedspread. He had the faraway look in his eye he usually had when he was thinking about pattern-drafting and Lux replayed in her brain Evey’s Ugh! She wondered if one of her clients had ever gone home, away from her, looked in their bathroom mirror, stuck out their tongue and gone Ugh!

“Come on,” Jules said. The cat, abandoned again, eyed him from the desk chair. “Let’s go down and pay our respects to King Tut.”

And to the cat: “What the fuck are you looking at?”

If he’d acted smug at having his cynicism proven, she might have hit him for real. She’d hit him for real – which in their shared experience, meant purely out of anger – twice. The first time he’d deserved it. The second time he punished her, said she hit like a nelly fag and blocked her phone number for a month. Then he reemerged as swiftly as he’d removed himself, but pointedly, with an uncharacteristically physically proximate boyfriend who lasted exactly three months. She considered that his way of informing her she had been on probation.

“I’m lonely,” she said, because that was the problem.

“I’m literally right here, idiot.”

But when they reached the staircase the noise of the swelling party in the kitchen reached their ears. They decided to go down separately, for the sake of modesty, and Jules went first. He kissed her ear, conciliatory, and she watched the high yoke of his shoulders descend until she was alone again.

Who needed it, she thought, the fifteen-dollar candles and the floors constructed so they do not have to be waxed, the fleet of morose women and the sexless men? Years ago, she’d walked into Jules’s squalid, long-gone basement apartment with a frayed leather harness and been shocked at the sight of the missing Analise Petro sleeping on his futon. Split by her own precarious position in Ava’s club at the time, she’d whipped out her phone, as if to rat them both out then and there. Jules never even looked up from the dress form he was taping.

He asked: What do you give a cunt to convince her a community matter is a private matter?

He clipped off the tape with scissors longer than his hand.

A house!

Lux wanted a house. She wanted to jam her hooks into a hunk with big delts, and huge tits, and chain him up under the bed, somebody the opposite of Jules in every way, and she wanted to bake a successful quiche and she wanted, most of all, her and her sisters’ beloved childhood mutt Chessie, who had leapt off the family pontoon one 4th of July weekend on Indian Lake to his idiot death, to be revived and come trotting up the staircase and into her arms, panting with joy, not because he had been resurrected, but because he loved her best of all.

#the end! no moral #like 4000 words of overworked bitches being grim at parties im trying to ride this wave of suckage out #SAFEWORLD

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Lost in LA: Collab

gift credit: @grethan-is-real , thank you :)

Word Count: 2.2k Summary: Famous LA YouTubers Dolan Twins and Valentine Black doing an epic collab. Warning: English is not my native language. Few or more mistakes. :)

Sneak-peak: here. Moodboard: here. C H A P T E R: 1

‘ Hello, world! Valentine is here! Welcome to my Youtube channel. As you can see, I'm not in my usual video room. Which you know where I am right now, you got it right. I am at Dolan Twins house! I know you want to see the twins before we go on video. But you'il see them soon. Don't forget to subscribe to my channel. At the end of this video, I have an explanation for you. Please don't forget to watch the video to the end. Now let's go to the twins. '

Valentine took the camera on the tripod and started walking inside the house. This video was very important to them. Dolan Twins and she will donate to a cancer hospital for losing their father a while back. She approached the white door and slowly clicked. Grayson opened the door. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black shorts. As usual. He smiled when he saw Valentine.

' Hello, beautiful neighbour! Welcome to Dolan House. ' Grayson hugged him.

' Ready for the video? ' she asked him. Valentine turned the camera towards him.

' I hope Ethan doesn't ruin the video. You know. I'm more artistic and cool. And Ethan is .. Nevermind. ‘

They both laughed and left the room. A few seconds later they reached the door of the other room. Grayson opened the door and walked in. Ethan was still asleep or pretending to be asleep.

' Ethan! Wake up dumbass! ' Grayson shouted Valentine was just watching them. ' E! Valentine is here. Bro wake up! Get your lazy ass out of that bed. Come on, I am bored and I have a beautiful guest. ' Grayson took the pillow on the side of the bed and began hitting his brother.

' I am going to leave these two alone. '

Valentine spoke to the camera and stepped out of the dining room into the large garden. There was a huge pool in the garden. And on the other side is a sitting area. The view of the house was beautiful. You could see all of Los Angeles, palm trees, endless sea views. Valentine put the camera on the table and crossed it. That's when Grayson and Ethan came up and sat down.

' Of course, you've seen the title of the video, but I have to tell you anyway. Grayson and Ethan are going to Sephora and they are going to buy full-face makeup for me. ' Valentine looked at both of them and laughed.

' I'm very nervous now! ‘ Ethan shouted, and Grayson looked at him. ‘ Oh my god! '

' He is a drama queen. Fuck man, relax. Don't look at him, Valentine. ' Grayson said and rolled his eyes.

' I have prepared a list for you in 13 products. ' Valentine took out the paper in his pocket and handed it to them, Ethan took the list and looked at it and couldn't hide the surprise on his face. ' I know you guys will do a good job. I'll be waiting for you here. Kyle, he knows where you're going. I've got permission from Sephora. Don't worry and be comfortable. '

' Bro! We have a lot to do! Please, E. Ethan. Look at me. Please don't mess up. Please. ‘ Grayson said and touched his brother's shoulder. ' Did you understand me? ' Ethan shook his head and laughed.

Kyle, their cameramen, took the camera on the table and followed it into their parking lot. Grayson opened the door of his baby blue Porsche and sat down in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt.

' See you there. It will be so much fun. Oh my god Valentine, why are you doing this to us?! ' Ethan shouted. ' Anyway, guys. Enjoy the rest of the video. Let's the fucking go!

' Grayson, dude. Help me. Those lipsticks look the same! What the fuck. ' Ethan said and showed her the lipsticks.

' Buy both then! ' Grayson shouted. ' Be quick, Ethan. Everyone looking at us dude. This is so awkward. No offence guys. In the year 2019 anyone can wear makeup. No gender rules. But this is so weird for us. '

Ethan threw the lipsticks into his basket and kept walking. As they came towards the cash register, Kyle pointed at the charge, and Kyle turned the camera towards them again. They seemed shocked. Ethan took the package from the cashier and showed it to the camera.

' All done! I want to get the fuck out of here. Ethan! Will you stop sniffing the perfume bottles? Thank you. ' said Grayson.

' And guys we're going to buy another surprise for Valentine. We don't want you to see the surprise. See you on the purple couch. ' Ethan said, and raised his eyebrow and smiled.

Valentine was lying on the bed in Ethan's room and playing with the phone. When Kyle entered the room, she hung up her phone and set it aside. They walked over to the purple couch and Kyle set the camera and left the room and left them alone. Ethan handed the package to her and smiled, but he was very nervous. Grayson suddenly screamed and hugged her.

' Eww. Get off me. ' said Valentine and laughed. ' Let's see what you guys got. The package is heavy. I hope you got the foundation colour right. '

' Grayson picks to foundation shade. ' Ethan said and laughed.

Valentine was laughing at both of them as she pulled the products out of the package. They were both very successful in picking something. Except for one thing.

' Grayson. Can I ask some question? said Valentine.

' Yes. ' he looks at her and smiled.

' WHY DID YOU BUY BLUE EYESHADOW WITH RED LIPSTICK.' Valentine shouted and laughed.

' Okay okay, listen to me. E, said to me you like to wear red lipstick and use colourful eyeshadows. And you know blue is my favourite colour too. I have a blue car too. Which I like. And I am wearing a blue shirt now. We can match. ' Grayson winked and laughed, looking at the camera.

' Grayson! Ahhh. That was so cheesy. Shut the fuck up. ‘ Ethan looked at him and rolled his eyes. ' Jesus dude. I'm so sorry guys. My brother always like that. '

‘ I am telling my thoughts! Fuck you, Ethan. ‘ Grayson said, hits Ethan's head.

‘ Hey hey, don’t fight! Hey. That’s so mean Grayson. I never do that to my brother. ' Valentine said and looked at both.

‘ See! Grayson. Everyone can see now how to mean you are. Thank you, Valentine' Ethan said.

' I am not mean brother, you are the annoying one. And that makes me angry. Sorry, bro. ‘ Grayson touched his shoulder and smiled.’ Valentine, we have one more surprise for you. But I need to cover up your eyes. ' Grayson slowly closed her eyes with his hands.

‘ No.' Valentine said. ' No more surprises. '

Ethan laughed and walked up to the back room. Ethan came back to the room with a huge Gucci pack in his hand and showed it to the camera and sat down again.

‘Are you ready Val? ' Ethan asked and smiled.

‘ Why I am nervous right now ?! I need to calm down. I'm okay. Yes. I am ready. ' she said, and Grayson pulled his hands away. She looks at the Ethan, ‘ No way. Shut the front door. Oh my god. No, no, no, this is too much. '

‘ Come on! Open it! ' Ethan shouted. ‘ It’s your baby! '

Valentine took the package and started to open it. The twins knew how much she liked the Gucci. Marry, her best friend had the opportunity to work with Gucci for a week. They had come together for a campaign and had recently she invited to the Afterparties. The boys had bought a small handbag for her. It's a baby pink colour, had a small handle and a strap. It was a new-season piece.

' Oh my god .. This is beautiful. Thank you so much. I never expected that. Thank you guys .. ‘ she looked at them both and hugged them one by one.

' You know we can't be here on your birthday and we wanted to give you your present already.' Grayson said.

‘ You must be kidding me? Right? You're not coming to my birthday party? I am mad right now. ' she said. ' Fuck off Bailey. '

‘ Don’t say my middle name. I hate it.' Grayson said and narrowed his eyes.

‘ Of course, he is joking baby. We're coming to your birthday. ' Ethan said and she hugged him again. ‘ I can’t wait! ‘ Ethan laughed. ‘ Do you want to finish the video? '

‘ Oh right! Yes, guys, you watched the video, I hope you enjoyed it. Please don't forget to subscribe to Dolan Twins. And don't forget to watch the video on their channel. It was very hard for me! Their Instagram and snap chat accounts in the down below. Don't forget to check them out. Do you want to tell me what's going to happen on your channel? ' she said.

‘ Hell yeah, of course! Valentine had to say yes to us for a day. You know, Grayson and I sometimes like to push the limits! ' said Ethan and laughed. ' And of course, we have to say the most important thing. '

' Yes, as I said at the beginning of the video, I will have an important announcement. We would like to donate all of the income from these two videos to two important hospitals. I want to donate to the Los Angeles Cancer Treatment. ’ she said and smiled.

‘ And we Ethan and I donate Children's Hospital, Los Angeles. If you would like to donate, check the links below. This was important to us. Thanks for watching. Peace !' Grayson shouted. Valentine also waved and reached for the camera and turned off.

Grayson, Ethan and Valentine spent the entire evening editing. At 8 o'clock, Marry joined them and had dinner together. Dominos pizza has always been the curator of edit nights. Marry's channel all about vlog and everyday life. It was strange and funny that they met Dolan Twins. After Dolan Twins left the Sister Squad, Valentine sent a message telling them how sorry she was.

‘ Hey Dolan Twins, I am Valentine Black. Infamous YouTuber. I am so sorry for your lost. Fuck it, James. But I am here. Let’s hang out. I have pineapple pizza and sugar-free Redbull and of course dairy-free cookies. ‘

After this message, Ethan started to follow him on Instagram. And at one point, the drama channels suddenly started making videos about them. At some point, people started talking about Valentine and Grayson. People thought they were dating. But there was nothing between them, just close friends. Valentine wanted to stay friends. It wasn't any more. But Grayson felt a little different. He wanted to take their friendships to the next level, and he told her about it, but Valentine wasn't ready at all, maybe she was ready, but she didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to include a man in her life.

' We have to go, Valentine falls in the sleep. Poor girl.' Marry said quietly when she looked at her friend she took the pillow that was on the couch and hugged it and turned around. ‘ Valentine, baby. Wake up. ' Marry said, and touched her slowly.

‘ Almost 3 am. Marry. You can stay here. No problem.' Ethan said and looked at his twin brother with smiling. ‘ Come on Gray, take Valentine to your room to sleep there. Marry, you can have my room. No problem we can sleep on the sofa. '

‘ Of course not, she wakes up soon.' Marry touched her friend again. ‘ Val. Come one wake up. '

‘ We don’t bite Marry. ' Grayson said and laughed. Grayson comfortably lifted Valentine from the couch and took him in. He walked slowly, opened the door to his room, put her to bed, and took off her shoes and set them aside. Marry entered the room.

‘ I'll handle it, thank you.' Marry said and looked at him

' I know you don't like me, but I'm not a bad person. I'm trying to help.’ Grayson said. ‘ She is my friend too. And I care about her. Believe me. '

‘ Okay. '

‘ Okay? Good. If you want to change, you can take something from my closet and wear it. ‘ Grayson said he turned off the light when he left the room.

‘ Hey, Gray. ' Marry said quietly.

‘ Yeah? ' Grayson looked at her.

' Don't turn off the light, I'm afraid of the dark.' Marry said and opened the lights.

‘ I am sorry, I didn’t know that. Good night, Marry. Do you want some pancakes in the morning with vegan dairy-free chocolate? '

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Stars Align To 'POWER' Up At MSG For Season Finale Premiere + 50 Cent & His Rumored Boo Make It Red Carpet Official

Every person who ever starred on "Power" made their way to Madison Square Garden for the season finale premiere in NYC. Go inside for the bittersweet event...

Last night, STARZ celebrated the highly anticipated sixth and final season of “POWER” at Madison Square Garden in New York City. And it was LIT!

Everyone who has every starred on the show came out to celebrate along with several other celebrities who hit the stage to perform.

The event included a celebrity filled red carpet and exclusive screening of the season premiere episode, ahead of the first episode that will premiere on August 25th at 8pm on STARZ.

The all-star POWER cast, including Lela Loren, Naturi Naughton, Omari Hardwick, LaLa Anthony, and Joseph Sikora snapped up alongside showrunner/executive producer Courtney A. Kemp on the carpet before the turn up.

And look who else hit the carpet...

"Power" producer 50 Cent rolled up on the carpet with his rumored boo Cuban Link (aka Jamira) have seemingly made it red carpet official. Fif must really be feeling her since he brought her as his date for the huge night. She also was with him during his Tycoon Pool party a few months ago.

Rapper-turned-actor Ice-T and his wife CoCo were in the mix, snapping it up with Fif and his woman.

"Power" star LaLa Anthony put her curves on display in a tight silver plunging neckline gown.

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Eat your heart out Carmelo Anthony.

Single lady Naturi Naughton looked bomb on the carpet as she snapped it up with her on-screen husband Omari Hardwick:

Omari also linked up with his co-star Joseph Sikora. For the last season, their characters Ghost and Tommy are going to face off after some type of huge betrayal goes down.

Omari's real-life wife Jennifer Pfautch was also in the mix.

"Power" star Lorenz Tate came out to celebrate and nabbed a photo-op with rapper O.T. Genesis.

Former "Power" star Donshea Hopkins popped up on the scene in some colorful wiggery. We all cried our eyes out when her character Raina was killed off the show.

Rappers Snoop Dogg, Lil Mama and O.T. Genasis also hit the carpet before rocking the stage.

Watch clip below to catch the "Power" gems the cast dropped on the carpet:

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Uncle Snoop and R&B crooner Trey Songz joined 50 Cent for electrifying performances:

Lil Mo and her floor length braids hit the stage.

Other performers included Fabolous, Davido, Case, A$AP Ferg, Casanova, G4 Boyz, YFN Lucci, Keni Burke, and Alicia Myers.

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My favorite human being in the whole galaxy. Nobody and i mean nobody has my heart like you outside of my blood. and i mean that it the most humblest way. And I’ll come out my body for you. My brother. My A1!! Day 1. For you to see me smile and acknowledge that you see me happy means the world to me. Because you was there for me when i was bout to lose it. And you always told me pray. and get some rest. Priceless memories to the GOAT. @myfabolouslife we the dynamic duo. Untouchable. Unstoppable. The FAMILY. For LIFE. You know the vibes!! #MSG

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Cool kids!! HeardJUUUU @treysongz and i at #MSG #powerpremiere

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Power Premieres and stuff. #POWER тнe вronх х вrooĸlyn х нarleм

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Peep a few clips of performances below:

Davido performs at the world's most famous music venue, Madison Square Garden during Power Season 6 premiere event. 50 Cent brought him out as a special guest. pic.twitter.com/vPWOjNcqjZ

— Africa Facts Zone (@AfricaFactsZone) August 21, 2019

2/2 - Power Premiere at Madison Square Garden. pic.twitter.com/0lQDwph63j

— mel (@melirdgzz) August 21, 2019

Finnally Got To See My Favorite Artist @YFNLUCCI Perform! #PowerPremiere pic.twitter.com/OyfNQTbQ61

— #ICANROLL (@TiltTheG) August 21, 2019

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POWER PREMIERE @50cent @snoopdogg #PowerAtMSG #Power #PowerPremiere

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#POWERTAKESMSG #powerpremiere @thelilmoshow you doing thing momma vocals A1

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TV personality Terrence J was tapped to host the event.

Also, TJ will host a "Power" after show for the season finale.

After hitting the stage, Fif was all boo'd up with Jamira/Cuban Link.

TV personality Bevy Smith hit up the afterparty, snapping it up with "Power" star Lela Loren.

Singer Jeremih posted up alongside Fab and Trigga during the afterparty.

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At the Power After Party In NYC with my handsome Mr. @mrrichardlawson

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Mama Tina was in the mix with her hubby Richard Lawson. Well aren't they cute.

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Tonight at the POWER afterparty! With two of the Actors on the show , state prosecutor Cooper Saxes (far right ) Shane Johnson and Keily , and His fellow procecuter (far left) Jerry Donovan ( Ty Jones ) @mrrichardlawson ,

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Fun times!

"Power" returns August 25th at 8pm on STARZ.

Photos: Courtesy of Starz/WENN/Splash

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