#the second one is bailey (no last name) and he's 17

[kittyhazelnut]

mine are fresh out of the box so they still need to be straighted out a bit

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[livvyofthelake]

i have things to say about my little tv shows now ok. 1) the big thing i know we all care so much about. the change in showrunners for greys from krista vernoff (my enemy for real) to someone new. i had to look her up it’s meg marinis and i have tentatively decided to trust her because i looked up what episodes she’s written and she HAPPENS to be the writer behind my favorite greys episode ever. not that that makes the episode good i was just 17 and there was a scene in there that gay 17 year old beth desperately needed at that time. we don’t have to get into it. also she wrote the last 2 episodes of season 19 which i remember being INSANE in the straight people department (lucas and simone!!!!) so. i’m trusting her. meg i am putting my faith in you. do not let me down.

2) jo and link BORING. don’t care for them sorry! not all straight people are winners some of them are lame and pale in comparison to the interns realness and the iconicity of miranda bailey and ben warren…. 3) speaking of my queen miranda bailey. oh it’s all coming together… full circle moment!! she’s in charge of the interns! she’s the best damn teacher in that hospital! yay! rip what’s his name we hardly knew you. because you were boring. (referring to meredith’s lame boyfriend who was previously teaching the interns and is now moving to boston to be with meredith)

and now. station 19, first of all they set my girl up… they changed the time slot to 10 and made this their last season… all for what. 911??? someone needs to kill themselves for this. i’ll see you in hell whatever abc executive designed this. anyway. 2) the good thing about this being. the end 😐 (and we all know how well i do with endings.) is that finally the endgames will become clear. this is a show in which. SO much has happened with every character’s arc i don’t even remember it all it’s been on for seven years ok it started as a show about a woman trying to fill her father’s shoes on her way to becoming the captain of the fire station they both work in. our girl has lost so many times it is unreal, she has had that captain position stolen from her roughly a thousand times, her romantic life has been in shambles since day one i won’t even go there rn. anyway so from episode one it’s clear that her arc this season now that she HAS the captain title is going to be about becoming the BEST captain, and she will!! i believe in my girl and i always have!! and jack’s arc will clearly be about figuring out his life without being a firefighter now that he has all that brain damage. and so on and so forth. we can finally see an end in sight to these characters hectic ass lives and thank fucking god because station 19 is one of the most stress inducing shows i’ve ever watched. 3) as well as that. the romantic endgames will become clear. i can see the full picture forming i can finally begin to see it all… as i said earlier i have been rooting for jack and andy endgame since day one and frankly if that one in a million win happens. i’ll probably explode idk i never thought what might happen if i actually won there i don’t really expect to. the romantic endgames are not all clear i was using this point as a lead in to point 4. so 4) travis… well i’ve known for years they were always going to go back to travis and emmett. i knew that random british man was not long for my man travis the second he came in. listen. travis and emmett started ages ago, and they broke up and became friends and the actor playing emmett left the show and then they brought him back cuz they liked him so much. and i knew the moment they kept bringing him back. this is endgame and i better get used to it. so it’s a good thing i never had anything against travis and emmett because well it looks like i was right this is endgame bye british guy hashtag america strong hashtag declaration of independence hashtag go back to where you came from etc. sorry i really don’t care for that british man he was like. mildly tolerable last season but i never wanted him to stay around this long it’s fucked up. anyway. loved travis and emmett’s little cheating moment as emmett grieves his shitty dead dad who we all hated for being a republican <3 loved that they had sex in emmett’s mother’s house while she was probably like two rooms away and also i have a keen eye and like that was a room without a damn door they were in when they started tearing each other’s clothes off. as my mother commented. “in the living room???” real as fuck mom… anyway slay. point 3a) vic and ruiz can’t possibly be endgame right. god they probably are. fuck my life 🙄 god he’ll never be ripley…. you had to be there at the time it was the moment at the time….

yeah. anyway. lots of wins for straight people tonight. i wish they were real :( also some wins for the gays of those shows, maya and carina as always serving up their bland boring network tv lesbian couple swag. kinda obsessed tbh. maya has had a rough time of it in these seven seasons she deserves to be boring and lame now i think <3 my buddy schmidt still kinda losing the Take Me Seriously war. i fear if these six years have been any indication he never will win that battle. BUT. remember that meg is running the show now…. meg loves him… i mean clearly meg loves him she wrote The Episode….. meg i won’t ask for much but if it’s not too much trouble could you perhaps give a think on bringing back nico before they pull the plug on your show… just consider…. i’d really like it a lot if i got to see him even just one more time….. no worries if not meg i’m not trying to get greedy out here. however if you give my guy a krista core bullshit love interest i’ll kill you myself. peace and love. (krista core means bad btw. we HATE krista vernoff. boooooo) anyway. so that’s my thoughts. heart

[spotconln]

uk conlon siblings

because i love pinoy spot (clarice, i miss you), naturally i had to expand on her life and gave her siblings. a lot of my other thoughts about her comes from here! 

they are marisol, tala, and sean col-long at birth

ages in canon are 17, 13, and 9 respectively 

marisol: sunflower in tagalog; before moving up to new york from the south, their mother’s favorite flowers were the narrowleaf sunflower. a beautiful plant that’s able to thrive in difficult conditions, a sentiment she hopes is passed onto her firstborn

tala: bright star in tagalog; like many others, the stars were an important guide that got their ancestors to america, strong and bright, grounding. the second-born, rounding out their little family and becoming a new star in the col-long constellation 

sean: ‘god is gracious’ in irish; while not filipino in origin, their parents’ faith in god is a large part of their lives, so it seemed fitting to honor their third and final child after the faith that’s kept them together and strong as a family (also it’d be a crime to not keep sean conlon in the mix somehow)

when they move to new york, their last name becomes anglicized to conlon to assimilate a little better  

tala and sean are part of the select few to call marisol ‘mari’, but it’s only used when they want something or feel mischievous 

before moving, they’d speak in tagalog practically all the time. but after, they started speaking in english more for practice. they do still often communicate in tagalog, mostly to gossip in front of folks or discuss private things

because of her namesake, tala developed an appreciation for the stars, her favorite being the lyra constellation because it reminds her of the music shared in her community 

mari loves both her siblings (despite their behavior at times) and prioritizes them over everything. tala gets along with mari more than she does sean. she’s the ‘anti-mari’, refusing to obey her sister sometimes, but she does not like sean for most of their childhood. she teases him for being the shortest and smallest of the three, often calling him mini, dot, half-off, semi-conlon, bite-sized, smidge, etc. sean’s biggest role model is mari, and took to trailing after her a lot when he was quite young

as newsies, they become spot, dash, and mini

spot: named after her deadly aim with a slingshot

dash: based on her mad running skills that spot is both proud of and hates – it’s easier for her to run off into a crowd whenever she does something stupid

mini: both because dash won’t stop calling him this and he aspires to be like spot one day, so people took to calling him a ‘mini spot’ (it was nearly freckles because he does have them and it adds to his charm in front of the ladies)

the three of them used to sleep in a single bunk (due to the fear of losing each other after their parents died) but when they got bigger, spot took the top bunk while dash and mini took the bottom. the three do try to squeeze together on occasion, to various degrees of success

spot taught them how to use a slingshot when they were each old enough and gave them their own personalized one. dash’s has the lyra constellation carved in, while mini’s has two circles – one large and small

dash, lucky, and stray make up the ‘troublemaking younger sister/cousin’ trio. they drive spot, belle (daveysjackie’s oc for lucky’s older sister), and specs (stray’s older cousin – ty bailey siblings) insane sometimes 

sprinkling in the sprace; mini looks up to race as a brotherly figure. whenever he makes the trek over to brooklyn, at night he and dash and mini would sit on the fire escape and he would tell them stories until they fall asleep. spot watches from the window and takes her siblings back inside so race can sneak off undetected 

mini becomes fiercely loyal to race. one time some of the brooklyn newsies were in manhattan, and he saw jack and race argue over something. immediately ran over to them and started hitting jack’s legs to defend race. race was highly appreciative. jack was confused but played along, over-exaggerating his defeat

now every time jack sees mini he starts off by dramatically hiding from him in his “are you following me” style. it boosts the kid’s ego so much

mini and les become fast friends, being the same age. mini absolutely teaches les how to use a slingshot. davey is concerned, spot just hopes no one’s eye is taken out

while dash thinks of mini as the ‘annoying younger brother’ for a long time, she’s still very protective over him. sees him get beat up by the delanceys once and “knocks morris’ teeth out with his own brass knuckles”. mini feels loved. spot is proud

mini punches dash’s arm hard enough to bruise once – she was teasing him for his small stature again – and she is immensely proud and has a newfound respect for him. of course, she hits him back and they tussle it out for a bit until spot breaks it up

as spot and race’s relationship continues on, and once the elders aren’t newsies anymore, race takes on more responsibilities taking care of dash and mini. they start to see him take on a fatherly role in their lives 

mini calls him dad once and race cries 

spot struggles a lot with balancing being young and fun with them as an older sister while also being stern and caring like a mother. she doesn’t want to replace their mother in their eyes, but there are moments where she acts as she would and it makes her emotional

she often worries that she didn’t do a well enough job of taking care of them throughout their adolescence. but then she sees them grow up to be the most wonderful, strong, caring and smart people and is relieved to have done an alright job (race argues she did an amazing job)

to dash and mini, the line between spot the sister and spot the mother figure gets blurrier as they grow older. while they do miss their mother – or the idea of a mother – spot has her own special place in their hearts that they wouldn’t give up for anything

i’m SO normal about them, can you tell 

[conradscrime]

The Crimes of Dr. Crippen

September 17, 2023

Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen was born on September 11, 1862, in Coldwater, Michigan and was the only surviving child of his parents Andresse Skinner and Myron Augustus Crippen who was a merchant.

Crippen first studied at the University of Michigan Homeopathic Medical School, and graduated later at the Cleveland Homeopathic Medical College in 1884.

Crippen married his first wife, Charlotte Jane Bell, but when she died of a stroke in 1892, Crippen sent his son, Hawley Otto, who was only a toddler, to live with his parents in San Hose, California.

Dr. Crippen began practicing medicine in New York City, marrying his second wife, Corrine "Cora" Turner in 1894. Cora was actually a music hall singer who sang under the name, Belle Elmore. Also in 1894, Crippen began working for Dr. Munyon, who had a homeopathic pharmaceutical company.

In 1897, Dr. Crippen and Cora moved to England, even despite the fact that Crippen's medical qualifications were not met to practice in the UK. Crippen was working as a distributor of patent medicines around this time, while Cora was socializing.

Dr. Crippen was fired by Munyon's in 1899 for spendin too much time managing Cora's career. Dr. Crippen went on to work as a manager for Drouet's Institution for the Deaf, where a young woman named Ethel Le Neve was his typist in 1900.

By 1905, Crippen and Ethel were having an affair. That same year, Crippen and Cora moved to 39 Hilldrop Crescent, Camden Road, Holloway and took in lodgers to help with their income. Cora ended up having an affair with one of these lodgers, and due to this, Crippen officially made Ethel is mistress in 1908.

On January 31, 1910, the Crippen home hosted a party, and after said party, Cora had disappeared. Dr. Crippen's excuse for his wife's disappearance was that she had gone back to the US, later adding that she had died there. After this, Ethel moved in with Dr. Crippen and actually began to wear Cora's clothes and jewelry.

The first mention of Cora's disappearance came from her friend, Kate "Vulcana" Williams. The disappearance was taken more seriously when people associated with the Scotland Yard Superintendent, Frank Froest were pushing for the matter to be looked into.

Police searched Dr. Crippen's house but found nothing. Dr. Crippen under questioning did eventually admit he had made up the story of his wife dying, because he wanted to avoid the embarrassment over him leaving her, fleding to the US with one of her lovers. Authorities were satisfied with Crippen's story, however he did not know that and instead fled with Ethel to a hotel in Brussels.

The next day the two got on the SS Montrose, headed for Canada. This made them look suspicious, so police further searched Crippen's house, finding the torso of a human body buried under the brick floor of the basement. Traces of a calming drug called scopolamine was in the torso as well.

The torso was identified as being Cora, however her head, limbs and skeleton were never recovered.

Dr. Crippen and Ethel who was disguised as a boy were heading across the Atlantic ocean, and the captain noticed them. Notifying the Chief Inspector, Walter Dew, of this, he boarded a ship from Liverpool and beat Dr. Crippen to Canada, arriving in Quebec.

Dew himself actually boarded the next ship disguised as a pilot. When entering on board, Dr. Crippen was invited to meet the pilots to which Dew removed his cap and said, "Good mornin, Dr. Crippen. Do you know me? I'm Chief Inspector Dew from Scotland Yard."

Dr. Crippen's response was apparently, "Thank God it's over. The suspense has been too great. I couldn't stand it any longer." And then held out his wrists for the handcuffs. Both Crippen and Ethel were arrested on board on July 31, 1910.

Dr. Crippen was tried at the Old Bailey, on October 18, 1910. The trial lasted 4 days. Though they argued that the torso could not be totally proven to be Cora, there was a piece of skin that had a scar that was similar to Cora's medical history.

Other evidence was brought forth, such as a piece of a pyjama top that Cora had given Dr. Crippen the year before, in 1909, and hair that matched Cora's. During the trial, Dr. Crippen did not show any remorse for his wife. He was only concerned with Ethel's reputation.

Dr. Crippen was found guilty in just 27 minutes. Ethel was only charged for being an accessory after the fact and was eventually acquitted.

Crippen never actually gave a motive for why he killed his wife, however many theories have risen over the years. A late Victorian and Edwardian barrister, Edward Marshall Hall believed Dr. Crippen had been giving Cora hyoscine as a depressant but accidentally gave her too much, causing her to overdose.

In 1981, multiple British newspapers reported that a man claimed to have met Ethel in 1930 and she confessed to him that Dr. Crippen murdered Cora because she had syphilis.

Another theory is that Dr. Crippen was carrying out illegal abortions and the torso was actually that of a previous patient, not Cora. Others find it strange that Dr. Crippen would bury his wife's body under the floor, but managed to get rid of her head and limbs with no discovery.

Dr. Crippen was hanged at Pentonville Prison, London, on November 23, 1910. Ethel sailed to the US before moving to Canada and found work as a typist. She supposedly returned to Britain in 1915, and died in 1967. Crippen had requested that a photo of Ethel be placed in his coffin and buried with him which was approved.

Think the story's over? Think again.

In October 2007, a forensic scientist named David Foran claimed that mitochondrial DNA evidence showed the remains under Dr. Crippen's basement floor were not that of Cora. Using genealogy, they identified 3 of Cora's living relatives who gave their DNA to be compared.

The original remains were also tested using an assay of the Y chromosome, finding the flesh sample was male, not female. This research team also argued that a scar that was found on the torso and had been identified as a scar that Cora had was incorrect.

This new DNA evidence has been disputed, with a journalist commenting that this team used a special technique that is too new, and working on a century old slide isn't the best sample to use to compare DNA.

In December 2009, the UK's Criminal Cases Review Commission declared that the Court of Appeal would not hear the case to pardon Dr. Crippen posthumously, meaning he is still known forever in history as having murdered his wife.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Ward For Many Years Can’t Read or Write,” Toronto Star. October 31, 1932. Page 2. ---- Children’s Aid Society Will Be Asked to Make Explanation ---- Having spent most of his 18 years in children’s shelters all over Ontario, William Cross, of Sumach St., cannot read or write! That is what was disclosed in men’s court to-day by Cross and a witness who appeared on his behalf.

‘This state of affairs must be investigated,’ said Crown Attorney Malone.

‘I shall write a letter to the proper authorities,’ said Judge Emerson Coatsworth.

Cross, Roy Clark, 18, of Home Pl., and Edward Bailey, 17, of Vivian St., were charged with theft. They were all put on probation for a year.

The Children’s Aid society later told The Star that Cross had been sent to school, and every effort had been made to educate him, but had failed. ‘He was very backward,’ the officials said, ‘and we can give details to the crown attorney if he writes.’

Three dozen penitents stepped before Magistrate Tinker in men’s court to-day, charged with being drunk. Nearly all begged for another chance. Most of them had work to do and were told by the magistrate they were going the right way to lose their jobs. Three-quarters of them were remanded for sentence.

‘Give me a chance and I’ll sign the pledge,’ said Thomas Fleming, up for intoxication. But he made the mistake of adding that he had never been given a chance by this court. This slip of the tongue, added to his offence, cost him $50 or one month.

Alfred Brown, quite dead, pleaded guilty to the charge of drunkenness. It took the full power of Magistrate Tinker’s lungs to make accused understand that he had to pay $50 or go to jail for 1 month.

Gordon Meahan, John Kelly, Thomas McEwan and Allan Boyd were convicted of being drunk for the second time and assessed $50 or 1 month.

Michael Comby, Frederick Johnston, Harry Fletcher, were each fined $10 or 10 days for being inebriated.

John English was charged with being drunk. Strangely enough with such a name he couldn’t speak or understand a word of the English language. The interpreter learnt that his correct name was John Buezelwize. He was fined $10 or 10 days.

Arrested for Loitering Edgard Alcombrae, charged with vagrancy, was remanded for sentence. He was arrested when loitering about a store on Yonge St.

Leonard Toplis, an alleged vagrant, was remanded until Nov. 2 on a bail of $500.

Carol Pederson, aged 48, Yorkville Ave. were taken into custody over the week-end by Detective-Sergeant Johns and Atkinson, for the alleged theft of a ladies’ ring and several old coins. He was also charged with not paying board bill of $40 to Mrs. M. Patterson. Another woman appeared in court to-day to lay an additional charge against accused. After pleading guilty of charges of theft and fraud Pederson was remanded until Nov. 2.

Told to go Back Joseph Gauthier, charged with theft, was remanded for sentence and told to get back to Kirkland Lake. Detectives Johns testified that accused and a companion were drinking in a downtown hotel. ‘Gauthier took the other man’s ring off his finger,’ said the officer.

Detective Harry Clarke returned from Montreal yesterday with Alex. Robertson, no address, in his custody. Robertson was arrested at the request of Toronto police for the alleged theft of an automobile. He was remanded until Nov. 7 on a bond of $1,000.

Joseph Brosseau, 22, of Sackville St., and Ernest La Tour, 25, of Belshaw St., were arrested on Sagurday night by Detectives Semple and Barber for the theft of between $150 and $200 worth of iron castings from the Toronto Dry Docks Company. They were taking the metal away in a truck.

In court today before Judge Coastworth they said they thought that it was junk and not good metal. The crown stated that in 1928 Brousseau got six to twelve months for an offence and La Tour was at the jail farm for 30 days last August.

Brousseau was put on probation for a year and his companion was sentenced to two months.

Got Helpers, Lost Tires Several nights ago, F. W. Burns, Blecker St., was stuck on Winchester hill in his automobile. Three young men helped him up the hill when he asked for a push. When he got home he found that his spare tire was gone.

Detectives Barber and Semple arrested the three suspected youths on Saturday night on a downtown corner. Police stated that they admitted the theft when questioned at Dundas East police station.

Carl Broughton was convicted of the theft of a club bag and some bottles. Last May he was convicted of theft and put on probation for a year. This time it was three months at the jail farm.

P.C. Wormold gave testimony against John Fairbeau, charged with the theft of two coats. He was committed to jail for two months.

Woman Sold Beer Irene Earley pleaded guilty to a breach of the Liquor Control Act. She was selling beer. She was given two months at the Concord farm.

Archibald S. McKenzie was fined $25 and costs or 30 days for assault. He was remanded for sentence on a charge of being drunk.

Counsel W. B. Horkins appeared for Fred Walker, charged with theft of money. Accused was put on probation and ordered to pay back the money in two months.

A bench warrant was issued for the arrest of A. L. Stinson, charged with the theft of stocks, when he did not appear in court to-day after being remanded a week ago.

The case of Walter Nolsen, charged with false pretences, was adjourned until Nov. 8. More witnesses are being sought.

George England and Maurice Taggart were convicted of the theft of an electric clock.

‘It is a small offence, but serious,’ said Judge Coastworth as he put England on probation for a year and sentenced Taggart to 30 days.

It Wasn’t Greta ‘Did you say Greta Garbo?’ asked Crown Attorney Malone when a fair-haired young woman took the box to testify against Earl Eaves, charged with theft,.

At the mention of the famous actress’ name, the whole court became stilled. Attention was riveted on the witness.

‘No, I said my name was Mary Garbo,’ she replied, and the hopes of the court were stilled.

Her evidence convicted Eaves and he got probation for a year.

Enlargement was asked in the case of Gordon Sheppard, charged with fraud and the date was set at Nov. 7.

Percy F. Wheeler, accused of false pretences, was remanded until Nov. 16. Bail was fixed at $200.

A conviction of fraud earned Oscar Maldover probation for a year. He was ordered to pay the money back at the rate of $25 per month.

William McKnight made his second appearance in court to-day. He was remanded until Nov. 7 on a bail of $1,000.

McKnight, wearing a smart overcoat and white scarf, was the man whose insistent demands for an audience with Mayor Stewart last week ended in his being arrested on a charge of vagrancy.

Must Stay Apart Robert Cassells and Cecil Abbott were put on probation for a year for the theft of two watches from the repair shop of L. Davis.

‘Cassells will make restitution,’ said the bench. ‘And you are both to keep away from each other.’

‘Abbott gave me a watch and asked me to pawn it,’ said Cassells. ‘I did not know that it was stolen.’

‘He knew it was stolen,’ contradicted Abbott.

Abbott admitted having taken a watch belonging to Cassell’s wife. There was $2 owing on it which Cassells could not pay. At the same time Abbott took another watch – a gold one.

A witness said that Abbott had been suffering ever since he had his skull fractured some time ago. He had no record. Cassells was convicted in 1930 of the theft of an auto and in 1931 of shoplifting. He pleaded that he had a wife to care for.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 93. brb x oc

a/n: Bea's aunt is probably a witch

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: FLUFF, BEA'S AUNT - I REPEAT- IS PROBABLY A WITCH

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“This…is your aunt’s house?”

“Yeah…”

Her aunt lived in Escondido, but not in any area, she lived in one of the richest condominiums there, the ones where you almost are patted down by the security guard before going past the gates - the only reason they weren’t was because the guy recognized her last name - and could smell the money coming out of the large houses. So when her and Rooster drove up and past the other mansions, he was surprised when they parked in front of Martha’s house.

It was a big house, undoubtedly so, but it was different from the rest. While it kept the Mediterranean style, the bricks were white and the roof dark brown. She had a lot, a lot of plants in the front yard that were obviously landscaped to perfection since the amount of vegetation wasn’t taking over the whole front yard.

But there was more. Her aunt had tiny statues all over her front yard as well, it took Rooster a few seconds to identify what they were but once he did, he arched one eyebrow, “Dwarves?” he questioned, pointing to a tiny statue in between the plants closest to them.

Beatrice looks down at it, “Oh no, gnomes.” she says and her fiancé just furrows his eyebrow, staring back down at the tiny creature that was sitting on a red mushroom with his hands on his chin, giving him a cheeky smile, “My aunt is mystical like that, there are crystals around too.” she gestures to the large amethyst lying next to the daisies then to the clear quartz pieces scattered all over the grass.

Bradley ‘huh’s quietly, following Beatrice up to the front door where he saw a dangling fairy chime swinging with the wind, the thin metal tubes clinking amongst each other to create a soft melody. The doors resembled the hotel’s, being large with intricate floral designs in the stained glass, the deep mahogany color of the wood making the colors appear even more vibrant than normal. Beatrice gave him a smile, then pressed the doorbell, holding his hand with her free one.

There was the soft yapping coming from behind the door, followed by a voice calming the dog down and the door slowly unlocking. Martha’s tall figure appeared once it was open, wearing a long patterned dress - as usual - with billowy sleeves and her glasses on the bridge of her nose, “Oh, my sweet darlings, how happy I am to see you two.” she wasted no time in engulfing both in a hug, kissing their foreheads and then stepping back, “Come on in, oh,” she looks down where a tiny dog was looking up at them, “This is Bailey, he’s just a bit curious about you Bradley, do not worry he won’t nip your feet!”

Bailey’s little body resembled a pomeranian but his ears were longer, like a corgi’s, “Hi Bailey,” Beatrice cooed, crouching down to scratch the tiny dog behind the ears.

“He’s so tiny.” Bradley’s amazed voice says, following Beatrice inside the house, “I’ve never seen a dog this small.” Bailey however seemed to take offense because his eyes snapped up to Rooster and the pilot could swear they narrowed when looking up at him.

But when Rooster leaned down to pet his head, the anger dissipated and he leaned on the man’s touch, tapping his back leg on the tiled floor. Rooster grinned, then looked up at the inside of her aunt’s house and that place was spacious. The living room and kitchen were open space, the large windows closest to the big comfortable looking couches were huge and showed the outside - more yard and a pool, albeit much larger than the ones they had at home. There was a family picture hanging on the wall above the fireplace with Martha,her husband and their kids, probably taken a few months back if he wasn’t wrong.

And there were more plants inside and more mystical tiny creatures hanging around. He saw another tiny gnome, this one lying on his side and holding his head up  - on the bookcase right next to him, then more crystals next to it. Beatrice chuckled, watching her fiancé look at everything completely speechless, “When I was younger and used to sleep over, she’d leave a gnome in the room I stayed in for protection,” she explains, tugging him forward to the kitchen where her aunt was, “They always look really old.”

He had to agree, he had only seen these in esoteric shops - places he never entered - so seeing so many up close and almost surrounding him was a bit wild to take in. Her aunt calls them to the kitchen, where she’s pouring some sweet tea in glasses. Now that got his attention, because he did like sweet tea a whole lot but rarely had the time to drink it, “There you go.” her aunt’s calm voice said, offering each of them a glass, “There’s only honey mixed in, are you two hungry?”

“No auntie, we already had lunch.”

Martha nodded, then gestured to the open doors that led to her backyard, “Shall we?” They followed her out of the house onto the immense backyard that looked like a forest the more they looked. If the front yard had a lot of plants, this place was the freaking amazon - was that a treehouse on the corner? Martha’s long dress flowed with the wind as she walked, waiting for them to join her on the white patio table, the large red and white parasol giving them shelter from under the hot sun. “Is the tea to your liking, Bradley? I know you like it.”

He pauses with the glass to his lips, giving her a confused smile but assuming that Beatrice told her about his love for the cold beverage, “It’s really good, ma’am, thank you.” and it was, her aunt had a few slices of lemon inside, albeit darker than normal and he wondered if it was infused with the honey she talked about.

Beatrice grinned, holding his free hand and sipping her own tea “Where’s uncle Seb, auntie?”

“He’s meeting with some investors from Bordeaux, I said there was no need to do it today but he insisted,” she chuckles, waving her hand as if she wasn’t talking about a million dollar investment her wines would get, “And the kids are busy with the hotel, so I am alone today…well, me and Bailey.” she coos looking down at the tiny dog who was sitting by her side.

Beatrice tried to think what would make her aunt want to talk to both of them. Congratulating them was one thing, she could understand that but she could do that over the phone…right? Why would she ask them both to come to her house? It was a bit confusing to her.

“Well, first things first, congratulations to both of you.” Martha smiles, leaning her chin on her interlaced fingers, the young couple sharing a look then facing her, “It is so wonderful to see love blooming like fresh flowers in spring, I am very happy for you. I told your father that too, that soon enough you’d be the one walking that aisle.”

The brunette blinks her eyes confusedly, then tilts her head just a bit in question, “Oh, when you saw my post auntie?”

“No, at my wedding.” her aunt giggles, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiles, “I knew it wouldn’t take long.” While it was a sweet thought, Beatrice was once again reminded that it was very possible her family wasn’t normal, especially in the ‘cryptical’ sense.  “Your father didn’t believe me, but he knew it too. Have you two thought about what you’ll do?”

“Well,” Beatrice turned to look at Rooster, giving him a small smile that he reciprocated, “We are still…digesting everything, we have to think about a lot of things and then we’ll figure out a time too.”

Her aunt, however, had a smile on her face that Beatrice could only translate to a Cheshire grin. Like she knew something but was holding back for now, with her cheeks flexing and eyes shining behind the spectacles, nodding almost diminutively, still holding her chin on her interlaced hands, “I see.” she says after a while, “Well, it is something to think about for a while. Are you two planning the wedding this year?”

“We’d like to,” it was Rooster who answered this time, “But like Bea said, we need to work on the time and budget and we took this week to have a mental break before thinking about it for real.”

Martha sips her own glass of sweet iced tea, then leans back on her seat to cross her legs and place her interlaced hands on top of the knee, “That’s a fine choice, it’ll help ease your minds before working on everything.” she then inhales, smiling, “My darlings, there is a reason why I called you two here.” that makes the two look at each other then at her, Beatrice’s aunt never stopped smiling at them, “I love both of you, I know that your presence in our family is recent Bradley, but you make my niece very happy and for that reason…I would like to pay for your wedding.”

Rooster chokes on the tea he was drinking while Beatrice almost drops her glass to the floor - right next to Bailey - in shock. The pilot has a coughing fit that makes him stand up and lean his weight on the back of the white chairs as his fiancé was still looking at her aunt with wide eyes. Martha’s smile only widened, tilting her head in question, “Holy shit…” comes Bradley’s voice once he manages to ease his breathing, “Holy fuck.”

“Auntie…w-what did you say?”

“I said I want to pay for your wedding.” Martha repeats easily, as if she’s telling her niece the weather, “And your honeymoon, of course.”

What the hell.

What the hell!!

Never, in her family, she heard of this happening. She had been to a lot of weddings, she had seen a lot of celebrations, usually - at best - the bride and groom’s families helped a tiny bit but…to pay for everything? Neither of her cousins were married, so Martha and her uncle never actually helped with that, but why…her? Beatrice couldn’t understand and she even voiced it to her aunt, “Well, it is quite simple, I want to.” Martha shrugged, “I talked to your uncle and your cousins and with Rafa and Claudia, and we all agreed it’d be helpful for you.”

Her aunt would never think that she and Rooster wouldn’t be able to handle the expenses of a wedding, she believed in them…then why would she want to pay? It’s not like they were asking for help either, “But…auntie,I don’t…understand, that’s so much money.”

“Yes.”

“And we– you–” Martha’s expression remained the same, “How–why??”

“Well, it’s quite simple besides me wanting to help you.” she says, leaning on a hand with a grin, “You are both similar in different ways and I think that you two deserve a good celebration because of your love. I know you two are capable of making it happen, of course you are, but I think you two deserve something done for you.”

The silence that followed her response was deafening.Beatrice blinked, turning her wide eyes to Bradley’s equally enlarged ones, until the pilot licked his lips and turned to Martha, “Ma’am, we can’t accept that.”

“You don’t deny a gift, Bradley.” she replies in the same calm voice, “I am not asking to be repaid, my sweet boy. I am saying I want to help you because you two deserve it. You deserve a wedding without worries or fear or anxieties. I will not input your choices, I will not make you change your mind, I am just saying that this will be an expense you won’t have to worry about.” 

While her aunt made some sense, Beatrice was still trying to wrap her head around it. Why was her aunt so focused on paying it and making sure they had no expenses? Of course that was understandable…but why? Why was her aunt thinking so much about it? Did she know something Beatrice didn’t?

“October will be a good month for you.”

The memory returned after a while, she wasn’t sure why since it had nothing to do with what was going on, but her aunt wanting them to save on their money was…strange. Strange and odd. “I…do you…” Beatrice stands up, “Can you excuse us a moment, auntie?” she takes hold of Bradley’s hand with enough force to tug him away, deeper into the house and into a guest room.

Beatrice has her back to him as she closes the door, turning around to see her fiancé with his hands on his hips, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know.” she whispers, “I-I…what the hell? Did my parents- no they wouldn’t, why would she– I…I am so confused, I need to sit down-” she sits on the bed only to stand up seconds after, “No,I can’t sit down, what the hell, what the hell!!” Beatrice was more stupefied than mad, she was more confused than angry, she had no idea how to react.

Bradley didn’t know either, he knew her aunt was a nice lady and all but…pay for their wedding? And honeymoon? Why? They could pay for it, why would she want them not to? Beatrice paces around the room, wringing her hands together, looking up at him with furrowed brows, “I am speechless Brad,I never–I didn’t…oh God, why would she–”

“Baby, we can take this moment to breathe.” he tries, his own heart hammering on his chest, “Maybe we can…compromise with your aunt? I don’t like the idea of her paying everything.”

“I don’t either but you don’t know my aunt, she’s very generous like that.” she murmurs, “She likes…helping people but I don’t know why– she knows we can do it, then why would she suggest it?” Beatrice was getting a headache thinking about it, rubbing her face with both of her hands until she reaches her hair, tugging it at the roots, “But…maybe the compromise…wait, hold on we need to talk to her about it, Why are we here??”

“You brought us here, babe.”

Beatrice’s big green eyes turned to him, realization dawning over her, “Oh.” she clears her throat then, taking hold of his hand to take him back outside, “Okay, let’s just– come on.” 

Martha was still sipping her tea, smiling when they returned, “Hello again.”

“Auntie,I love you but I want to know why you wanna pay for everything.”

Martha shrugged, “I just want to, tesoro.”

“That’s…not an answer.”

Martha lowers the glass to the table, folding her hands on her crossed legs and then smiles more, “What I can say is that…you’ll need the money for other things.” both of them looked at her with confusion, “I cannot elaborate.” Beatrice let go of Rooster’s hand to prop them on her hips, furrowing her eyebrows, still not believing her aunt’s words…until Martha sighed, then smiled, “I have an idea, since you two are a bit resistant to accept it, I’ll pay for the wedding and you two will pay for the honeymoon.”

Beatrice looked up at Bradley, that was an idea that both could…understand honestly, “Only the wedding?” Beatrice questions, to which her aunt nods. The brunette looks back at the pilot, who chews the corner of his mouth thinking on it.

“...I…think I can accept that, a bit weird still.” he says, “That you suggest we do that, honestly.”

“Well,I can tell you two one thing, october will be a great month for you.”

October. Beatrice frowns, “You said it before, can’t you just explain why?” her aunt chuckles softly, then shakes her head, “Oh, fine…then,well…I guess, was that why you wanted us to come? The only reason?”

“Yes, pretty much and because I’d love to have company.” she lifts her glass, “Shall we?”

-

They leave the aunt’s house in silence, still taking the information that Martha was going to pay for their wedding and that it was decided. Bradley was driving one handed since his other hand was holding his chin while Beatrice was supporting her head with her own, leaning on the car’s door, “So much for not thinking about the wedding.” she mutters, sinking deeper on the Bronco’s passenger seat, “I…how are you feeling about all this?”

“Kinda shocked.” he answers quickly, scratching the side of his face, “I do appreciate her saying she knows we can do it but prefers we didn’t, but I don’t get why she wouldn’t want to.” he turns his brown eyes towards her, “Was she always like that?”

Beatrice’s eyes face nothing as she remembers the many times her aunt was cryptic or strange, almost talking in riddles, “...yeah.” she answers with a short laugh, her smile faltering as she looked to the side, “I appreciate it too Roos, but…I dunno, I mean it’s one thing to not worry about I guess. She did say she couldn’t figure out a better wedding gift than that and I am…um…shocked as well.”

It’s one thing to get a nice gift that’d add to your home but to have your rich aunt pay for your wedding was…interesting. She didn’t want to complain, her aunt said she wouldn’t interfere with the decorations or whatever they wanted to do, she just wanted to make sure they’d have the perfect wedding. And then this October thing, again, “Why did she say that about October?”

“I’m not sure.” she replies, “She said that to me again, months back when we were buying stuff for Éowyn, that October would be a great month for us and she couldn’t say more.” she bites her lower lip, chewing on it, “I know she means well, but it was still weird.”

“Yeah…but then again, maybe because she noticed we are a bit,” he moves his hand for emphasis, “All over the place and don’t know what to do, she chose to help?”

That’d make sense honestly. Yeah, that was probably why.

“You are right, well, either way it’ll be used properly you know?” she smiles, the heavy and confused atmosphere turning into a much lighter one, their tense shoulders lowering as Bradley took them home.

When they got to the house, Beatrice’s phone started pinging with messages, one after another. She blinked, holding it up to her eyes when they entered the garage. Evelyn wasn’t really happy to be the last one to know about the engagement and she said - well, more like ordered- the two of them to show up at her place on Sunday so they could have a celebration because of it.

Beatrice sighed, rubbing her forehead and telling Evelyn that while she appreciated it, she and Rooster were still enjoying the downtime. Plus she already had a lot on her mind because of her aunt wanting to pay for their wedding, she needed a mental break from it for right now…that’s why Evelyn told her that they could come on the very next week then and that they had to celebrate one way or another.

Bradley looked back at the brunette who was tapping her phone against her forehead repeatedly, chuckling to himself, ‘Baby,” she stops and sighs, dropping the phone to her lap, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.”

“My mind is like,” she moves her hands in a circle over her temples, “All over the place Brad…you know what would be really good? Ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” he asks as he steps out of the car to follow her inside, watching her pick up Jolene like a baby when the pittie rushed over to greet them, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Actually,” she turns around, still holding the large dog who was now looking at Bradley upside down, “Maybe we should just…” his eyebrow goes up in questioning, “I…I don’t know…just do nothing.”

Rooster’s chest moves when he laughs, the brunette looked absolutely lost on what to do and he couldn’t blame her, honestly he felt a bit drained and confused himself,”I have a much better idea,” he says after tossing his sunglasses to the side, rolling his neck ,”A nap.”

“A nap?”

“Yes, a nap.” he repeats, “I think it might be good to reset our minds. Let’s make this the last things we have to think about the wedding, yeah? Then it’s about enjoying some alone time together, the three of us.” Jolene’s tongue lolled out of her mouth in a doggy smile, “And then, then next week we’re going to step on the gas and worry. Deal?”

“God, yes, please, deal.” she laughs breathlessly, the front of her face hitting his chest - Jolene squished between the two but not at all bothered - smelling his cologne, “I love you,I’m sorry my family is so crazy.”

“I love you too and don’t apologize,” he smiles, kissing the top of her head, “Your family is crazy but it could be worse…have you seen Mav?” Beatrice looks up at him, “He may appear normal now but when I was younger? Crazy shit.”

Beatrice huffs a laugh on his chest, slowly lowering Jolene back to the ground so the pittie could zoom around them. Her now free arms wrapped around his middle, nuzzling the part of his chest that wasn’t covered by the white tee, “I believe you, amazingly.” she whispers, “You never told me much about Mav when you were younger.”

His eyes avoided hers for a second with his lower lip disappearing into his mouth, “I guess I am now at peace sharing it.” he muttered, “You know I was mad at him for a long time, baby.”

‘I know. But you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

His smile softened, one of his large hands cupping her soft cheek, “You are going to be my wife,I wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.” he coos, kissing her soft yet grinning lips, ‘But before that, napping. I feel like passing out right here.”

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 pt. 𝟏╱𝟐

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀If I try to spend SOME TIME with you to make you HAPPY⸝ would you FEEL BETTER？⠀〞

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ SUMMARY：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀In which a diligent young woman takes off early from work in order to care for her〝supposedly〞sick boyfriend back at home⸝ despite the fact that it’s pouring down rain outside.⠀⠀⠀‘’

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ WORD COUNT：2⸝ 296

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ PAIRING：bryshere y. gray ✕ black!publication editor-in-chief!female oc

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ FOREWARNING：none thus far.

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ FUN-SIZE PLAYLIST：i. swv - rain⸝ ii. jamie foxx - rain ❪forcass❫⸝ iii. new edition - can you stand the rain⸝ iv. faith evans - soon as i get home⸝ v. faith evans - reasons

⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰ AUTHOR’S NOTE：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀Reminiscing on that ‘17-‘18 New Edition Wattpad application run while watching their Essence Festival performance this past weekend and thought to repost this gem to this platform instead. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it⸝ but it’s something to hold y’all off ‘til I make my real return... That’s only if you haven’t read it already through the orange application already. Happy readings⸝ Mermaids!⠀⠀⠀‘’

Lower Manhattan⸝ New York⸝ New York ⋆ Late January

Indra Grady, indisputably the first young Black American woman to take on being editor-in-chief of teen entertainment and music magazine, Trailblazer, stood with confidence in her ombre Christian Louboutin pumps at the headquarter's conference room. Her wide-leg pants hugged her Coke bottle frame nicely while her sleeveless crop top exposed just the slightest bit of her flat stomach, but nevertheless, she was gonna conceal it with a blazer so that she wouldn't have her boss preaching to her about the Code of Conduct again.

It wasn't like she would be laid off anytime soon or knocked from her current position. She had generated more buzz with last month's issue featuring the once Los Angeles Hip-Hop collective known as Odd Future and an exclusive 6-page interview on why they decided to disband than anyone before her. Everyone had been trying to get on or in next, from basketball players to Trap artist. Although that might just bring their sales to an all-time high, she had another profitable idea in the works for next month's issue. She was looking to make Trailblazer the YSB magazine of it's time.

The electric projection screen began to ascend and the dim cove lights of the conference room began to brighten once the 30-second promotional ad starring the multi-talented, Lee Daniels came to an end.

Everyone looked to Indra whom was now standing at the head of the conference table with one hand tucked within the pocket of her pants and the other grasping the remote to the projection screen. Her face said it all.

There was definitely an elephant in the room, and she was going to address it. She loved the idea for an promotional ad, but strongly disliked the spokesperson.

"So, what do you think?" Bailey, one of the art directors, grinned as he repeatedly tapped his no. 2 pencil against his padfolio.

"What do I think?" She allowed a small giggle to escape her lips which were painted in a vibrant tint of red Yves Saint Laurent lipstick. "You're onto something here, Bailey, but--"

Believe it or not, Indra was suddenly silenced. Not at all by her colleagues, but by the single droplet of rain that managed to thump against the windowpane of just one of ten floor-to-ceiling windows located within the conference room.

There had been a storm cloud hovering over New York City since the crack of dawn without a torrential or even a thunder roll. God couldn't have chose a better time to weep for humanity in Indra's opinion, and right against the company's building. It was days like this that made her the happiest because it made her reminisce on being a solitary 7-year-old, back on her family's ranch in her hometown of Lander, Wyoming, who was always anticipating rainfall year round.

Her grandfather would always tell her how her parents couldn't have given her a better name being that her name meant God of Lightning, Thunder, Rains, and River flows in Hinduism. A masculine name, maybe, but if she put her mind to it, maybe she too could be just as skilled with the forecast as a man would.

People told her she would be grow up to be nothing more than a lawn jockey or worse since all she seemed to be good for was standing around, observing, but observing got her very far in life. In fact, it got her out of a city where rainfall was scarce and to a city where it was common. It got her a bachelor's degree in journalism which led to her landing a job as editor-in-chief of one of the best selling magazine. It had even earned her a going on 5-year relationship with an well-known entertainer. She couldn't ask for anything more.

"Um, Indra?" Bailey called out, causing Indra to draw her attention away from the windowpane. "You were saying?"

"O-Oh, yes," Stammered Indra, batting her false eyelashes. "As I was saying, your idea for a promotional ad is brilliant, Bailey. I just don't think we need Lee Daniels for it."

"What? But why? Are you forgetting that this man has a net worth of $5 million?"

Once again Indra had to refrain from being unprofessional in the workplace by rolling her eyes.

"No, but did you forget that I'm dating one of the main characters of his television show? Let's not get rowdy here, okay, Bailey? All I'm suggesting is that we find a better spokesperson."

"Like who?"

"Like Jesse Collins? Wood Harris maybe?"

"You can't be serious. All those two are known for are Real Husbands of Hollywood and Paid in Full."

"Does it matter?!" Indra shouted, slamming her fists against the conference table. "If you can't fit one of the two in for a promotional ad come next Monday, this whole idea is finished and so are you!"

The tension in the room was released once the frameless glass door was frantically being pulled open by Indra's personal assistant, Trish.

"Indra?" Trish called out, avoiding eye contact as she always did.

Indra was nothing but nice to Trish, so she couldn't quite understand why she was always acting intimidated when around her.

"Yes, Trish?" Indra sighed out.

"Bryshere's on line 2 requesting for you again. Would you like for me to tell him that you're busy?"

"No, that won't be necessary, Trish. I'll just take the call in my office. Thank you for informing me." Indra smiled and nodded in Trish's direction, signifying that she could leave.

Trish wasted no time rushing back towards her cubicle so that she could deliver the message while Indra faced her colleagues again. They were all seated in front of a padfolio and a bottle of Voss water, patiently waiting on her say-so on when they could leave.

"Meeting adjourned." She declared with a flick of her wrist.

Not even a second later, the conference room was filled with noise, from piling papers to sidebar conversation about weekend plans.

Though Indra knew there were billions of unanswered questions to be thrown her way about the new issue due for release in just a week, she insisted on sneaking back to her private office for her boyfriend's sake.

Indra couldn't help but to allow a restless yawn escape her mouth upon entering as she was finally able to peel the blazer from her body. Indra absolutely cherished her position as editor-in-chief of Trailblazer, but even she could admit that this job could wear the average person out.

She drug her feet towards her desk area where she placed her blazer on the back of her office chair then proceeded to take a well-needed seat inside of it.

Out of all the distractions scattered across her desk; an iMac, important documents, a full coffee mug, and even the bouquet of fruit flowers her boyfriend sent weekly, she reached for the telephone's headset first. Pulling it over her platinum blonde hair, she quickly hit the call control button.

"Hello again, Bryshere." Indra greeted her boyfriend with just about no enthusiasm, and you could blame this on Bryshere's previous actions. He felt like if he couldn't reach her by her cell phone (Which she powered off during work hours), he was damn sure gonna reach her by the company's phone just to work whatever nerve she had left.

Bryshere was usually the one claiming to be the busiest with his hit television show Empire being renewed for two more seasons, traveling state to state for promotion for this new miniseries that's about to be released in less than a week and for the filming of a new movie, and not to mention studio sessions. That's until his management team suggested that he take a week's break just so he wouldn't burn himself out.

He thought it'd be the perfect opportunity to finally spend quality time with his girlfriend since they both couldn't seem to fit into each other's schedules nowadays, but that changed soon after reality set in and he realized that his woman still had a magazine corporation to run. It had just been him and their Toy Poodle, Prince attempting to keep themselves occupied all week by walking the neighborhood, playing against his castmate, Keith Powers in Madden 17 on Xbox One, and even writing mediocre rhymes from here and there. He knew it was time his woman come home to keep him company after Keith had even gave him instructions on how to prepare a simple Hamburger Helper dish

"Bryshere, I'm serious, you can not continue calling the company's phone like this. It's making me look unprofessional. Do you know I just wrapped up an important business meeting all so that I could come and speak with you? And even then, I had to sneak my way out." Indra subconsciously snatched up the coffee mug that had been sitting out on her desk since the early afternoon when she was reviewing the photos that were soon-to-be revealed in the upcoming magazine issue and began to take a sip from the bitter decaf that sat within it.

"I wasn't try--" Bryshere could barely even get a sentence in before Indra was spitting coffee back into her mug.

"Hold that thought, baby," She pressed a specific button on her telephone that led to the intercom of her personal assistant. "Trish, I need a fresh cup of coffee as soon as possible, please and thank you."

"Coming right up." Trish responded.

With a deep sigh, Indra placed her coffee mug back on her desk before continuing conversation with her boyfriend.

"What were you saying again, baby?"

Bryshere didn't even waste his breathe because even a simple 'I miss you' couldn't come between her and her work, so he thought of something that would. He began to cough the deadliest cough. As if he were a patient diagnosed with active Tuberculosis.

Indra gasped through the receiver, and it was in that very moment that Bryshere knew he had her fooled.

"Oh my God, baby! Is this the reason you kept trying to reach me? Because you're sick?"

"I didn't mean to come off annoying, baby. I know you're busy with this new issue, but I really need you. It's getting worse." His voice quaked as if he were going through alcohol withdrawal, and you best believe Indra was sopping up every second of it.

"Say no more! I'm on my way!" Indra confirmed, springing up from her seat.

"Hurry!" Bryshere hacked for good measure before ending the call with a vile grin stretching his face.

The pros and cons of being an experienced actor.

Meanwhile Indra was basically running around her office like a chicken with it's head cut clean off, in search of her fur coat, Céline handbag, and transparent umbrella.

Trish barged inside with the steaming cup of coffee Indra requested for earlier just as she was frantically pulling her arms through the sleeves of her coat.

"Um, Indra? I have that cup of coffee you asked for." Trish spoke barely above a whisper.

"Thank you, Trish, but you can just dump it. I have somewhere to be."

"Pardon me for asking, but where are you off to exactly?"

"I have to be on my way home. Bryshere's coming down with a really nasty cold. I'm always the one telling him to wear a coat in this kind of weather, but of course he never listens to me. Nobody ever listens to me." Indra trailed off, the last of her speech coming off as almost inaudible.

How could that possibly be true when Trish was always listening to every order that left Indra's mouth on a daily basis? Listening and doing as she's told basically sums up her day job.

In no time, Indra was vacating her office and approaching the nearest elevator with Trish hot on her trail.

"What would you like for me to do with the fruit sitting out on your desk?" Trish asked, watching Indra continuously smack the elevator's call button with the palm of her hand.

"You can have them if you want." The stainless steel doors before them began to detach from each other and on stepped Indra. She faced her assistant whom was now standing outside of the elevator alone and pressed the button for the lobby using her index finger.

"And as for all those waiting to meet with you?"

By this time the elevator doors slowly began to join as one.

"Tell them to reschedule for Monday."

"Well, let Bryshere know that I hope he feels better!"

"Will do!" Indra spoke with a sincere smile plastered on her face before the elevator doors even had the chance to completely close.

The trip down to the lobby gave enough time for Indra to power on her iPhone 7 Plus and send for her chauffeur.

She exited the headquarters through the revolving doors, her umbrella shielding her from any downpour or wind gust coming her way. She spotted her chauffeur, Trent, standing near the rear door of the overfamiliar Rolls Royce Wraith they rode in regularly and carefully began to approach him. The very last thing she wanted to do was slip up in her Louboutin's and land flat on her ass.

Trent was pulling the rear door open at the very sight of Indra.

She quickly let down her umbrella before climbing inside the backseat where the heat was blowing full blast. Her Céline handbag was tossed aside on the leather seat while her drenched umbrella somehow found it's way on the floor.

"Where to, Indra?" Trent asked once he was seated in the driver's seat with his seat belt strapped across him.

Indra withdrew her Céline sunglasses from the pocket of her coat and pushed them up the bridge of nose before speaking up.

"The nearest pharmaceutical, please."

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Grindr Killer

Stephen Port met his victims via online gay and bisexual social networks and dating or hookup apps and constructed biographies in which he made false claims about his background, including one in which he pretended to have graduated from Oxford University and served in the Royal Navy. Port used gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid (GHB), a date rape drug, adding it to drinks given to his victims, raped them, and murdered four of them in his flat in Barking. 

His first murder victim, Anthony Walgate, 23, a fashion student originally from Hull, who on occasion worked as an escort, was contacted by Port on 17 June 2014 pretending to be a client and offered £800 for his services; they later met at Barking station. At his flat Port drugged Anthony with GHB and raped him; Walgate died after being given a fatal overdose of the drug. In the early morning of 19 June, Port dragged the body to the pavement outside his flat and used his own mobile phone to call an ambulance. Not giving his name he told an operator that he had been driving past and had seen a "young boy" who was "collapsed or had had a seizure or was drunk" on the street. Port then returned to his flat. Shortly before 8:00 a.m. Walgate was pronounced dead. Evidence linking Port to Walgate's death was missed at this time.

Between August 2014 and September 2015 Port murdered three more men: Gabriel Kovari, 22, who had moved to London from Slovakia and had briefly lived with Port; Daniel Whitworth, 21, from Gravesend in Kent, who worked as a chef; and Jack Taylor, 25, who lived with his parents in Dagenham, and worked as a forklift truck driver. The bodies of the second and third victims were found in the graveyard of the church of St Margaret of Antioch in Barking, by the same woman on separate occasions walking her dog; the last victim was found in the park adjacent to the graveyard. Port had planted a fake suicide note alongside the body of Whitworth that suggested he was responsible for the death of Kovari, the previous victim, and that he had killed himself out of guilt.

Port used a number of internet hook-up sites and apps as a means of initially contacting his victims, including Sleepyboy, Grindr, Hornet, Fitlads, Badoo, Gaydar, Flirt, DaddyHunt, PlanetRomeo, Manhunt, Slaveboys and CouchSurfing.

At the Old Bailey on 25 November 2016, Mr Justice Openshaw sentenced Port to life imprisonment with a whole life order.

[truecrimecrystals]

Cases resolved in 2021 (pt. 2)

The second set of cases covered on this blog that were resolved in 2021. Links to more detailed write-ups on each case are provided. Read part one here.

The murder of Sydney Loofe.

Sydney Loofe (24) was brutally murdered in Wilber, Nebraska on November 15th, 2017. She was brought to an apartment in Wilber by a young woman named Bailey Boswell, whom she met on Tinder. Sydney thought that she was meeting up with Bailey for a second date, but was instead lured into something far more sinister. Bailey and her 51 year-old boyfriend, Aubrey Trail, had been looking for a young woman to help fulfill their fantasies of sexual torture, but Sydney was unaware of this. At some point after Sydney arrived at their apartment, she was strangled to death and then dismembered. Her remains were found in a rural area of Clay County just a few weeks later.

In June 2018, Both Bailey and Aubrey were charged with first-degree murder and improper disposal of human skeletal remains in the killing of Sydney Loofe. Their trials were separate, but both ultimately ended up being found guilty. However, the penalty phases of their trials stretched into 2021, as both were being considered for the death penalty. In June 2021, Aubrey Trail was sentenced to death--with the judge stating that the “exceptional depravity” of the crime is what made it fit the criteria for the death penalty. Bailey, on the other hand, was spared the death penalty and was sentenced to life in prison in November 2021. 

The disappearance & presumed murder of Kelsie Schelling.

Kelsie Schelling had just recently found out learned she was pregnant when she disappeared from Pueblo, Colorado on February 5th, 2013. The 21 year-old was reportedly pregnant with the child of her on-again, off-again boyfriend Donthe Lucas. Kelsie vanished after driving two hours from Denver to Pueblo to visit Donthe, per his request. She never returned to Denver and was never seen or heard from again. Both cell phone records and surveillance footage confirmed that Donthe and Kelsie did, in fact, meet up shortly before her disappearance. Additionally, surveillance footage from several places around Pueblo captured Donthe driving Kelsie’s car around between February 6th and 7th--without Kelsie--before eventually abandoning the vehicle at a hospital.

Donthe was eventually arrested and charged with murdering Kelsie in December 2017. He went to trial during February 2021 and was ultimately found guilty. During the trial, prosecutors stated that Donthe killed Kelsie and disposed of her body in a landfill. Cell phone pings revealed that Donthe was at a landfill just hours after Kelsie was last seen. He then tried to cover up the murder by using Kelsie’s phone to send text messages, impersonating her. Donthe was later sentenced to life in prison without parole.

The murders of Kara Kopetsky & Jessica Runions.

Kara Kopetsky and Jessica Runions vanished nine years apart from neighboring towns in Missouri. Kara vanished from Belton at the age of 17 during 2007, while Jessica vanished from Grandview at the age of 23 during 2016. Both girls were involved with a man named Kylr Yust prior to their disappearances. In fact, Kara had ended a relationship with Kylr just weeks before she vanished--and she had obtained a restraining order against him as well. Many suspected that Kylr was responsible for Kara’s disappearance, and Kylr himself had confessed to numerous people that he had killed her as well. Over the next nine years, Kylr was in and out of jail on various violent charges, but he still had not been charged with anything related to Kara’s disappearance.

Jessica Runions vanished after leaving a party with Kylr during September 2016. Two days later, Kylr was arrested on arson charges after Jessica’s car was found on fire. Months later, Jessica Runions’ remains were spotted by a mushroom hunter in a rural area of Cass County. When investigators came to investigate the area, a second set of remains were found. Those remains were eventually identified as that of Kara Kopetsky. Kylr was subsequently charged with killing both Kara and Jessica. He finally went to trial during 2021. A jury ultimately convicted him of voluntary manslaughter for the death of Kara, and second-degree murder for the death of Jessica. Kylr was later sentenced to life in prison plus 15 years. A detailed timeline of this case can be found here.

[dirty-urie]

McBrendon

Second Person

Brendon x Female Reader

Unspecified Era

Smut Oneshot

NC-17

3.2k Words

Warnings in order of appearance: RPF, language throughout, not pre-discussed roleplay scene, medical roleplay and language, sex

Author's Notes:

So, basically, I was re-watching Grey's Anatomy, and I was like, "What if Brendon was here?" and then this was born. I have no idea if someone who's never watched Grey's Anatomy would understand or appreciate this, but basically what I think you need to know is that Derek Shepherd and Mark Sloan are sexy manwhores (in the earier seasons), and a common recurring joke in the earlier seasons of the show is putting "Mc" in front of adjectives to describe love interests. The fic is supposed to be more silly than sexy, but maybe it's sexy too, I don't really know.

"Wait, what about those two?" He asks, and you sigh exasperatedly.

"Brendon, just assume that all of the doctors on the Doctor Sex Show have slept together. That's the whole point."

He groans and slumps back in his chair, "Remind me why we have to watch this overdramatic doctor smut in the theater? The theater should be a sacred space for Disney movies or action movies with boobies and explosions, not 'ohhhh does McCreamy only like Natalie because she hooked up with Appendectomy?.'"

"It's my week on laundry duty, and whoever's folding laundry gets to watch whatever they want wherever they want. That's the rules, but you can go watch something in the living room or on your computer or on your phone if you don't like it," you offer, trying to get rid of him. You love Brendon, you love him so much, but sometimes you need to sit in the dark and fold laundry with no other noises except your soapy little doctor show.

"Fine. The men of the house are going to go watch something manly, don't bother us. Come on, Bogart!"

Brendon's little Jack Russell turns to look at you as if asking to stay, but you pat his back and send him off to go snuggle with his dad. You don't think you could handle Brendon's betrayed gasps if you let Bogart finish the episode with you. You and Penny will be fine ogling at Patrick Dempsey while file-folding Brendon's 68 pairs of gray and black sweatpants alone. Brendon kisses your cheek before he leaves. "Have fun with the boobs and explosions, babe," you tell him on his way out of the room.

"Oh, you know I will!"

•••

Two weeks later, it's your turn to fold laundry again, and you're back to watching Grey's, this time in the living room. The dogs are sitting next to you, eyes glued to the screen. Brendon's also in the room, bitching about "introducing this drivel into our home," but you're ignoring him because you don't need that kind of negativity in your life.

He finally quiets down, and you appreciate the five minutes of peace. Until… "Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?" He asks out of the blue.

You're taken completely aback for a second before you scramble to pause the tv. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what? Where did this come from?" you ask him. What the fuck? Is he unsatisfied with your sex life?

"Well, we haven't had sex in weeks practically." Three days actually. It's been three days, but you don't interrupt him. "And you keep watching this sexy doctor show, so I don't know, maybe you're feeling like a bored housewife," Brendon explains.

You laugh at him, and he looks offended. "You're overthinking it, baby boy. It's just a show! Sure, the sexual tension between the entire hospital and Mark Sloan is spicy and exciting, but I'm not trying to compensate for anything lacking in my life. If anything, all that spice just translates into better sex for both of us. Okay?"

He looks very skeptical. "Hm, sure. I totally believe you."

You don't necessarily think you properly got your point across to him, but Meredith just made another bad decision, and you need to see how it pans out. "Okay, great, now go watch a manly show with Bogs in our room if you're going to keep whining."

Brendon does not, in fact, go into your room to watch a manly show on his laptop. Instead, he and Bogart start watching season 1 of Grey's Anatomy, immediately getting highly invested in the lives of the ambitious-yet-messy surgical interns. He's trying to figure out what exactly appeals to you about the show.

•••

It's his turn to fold the clothes, and he's doing it wrong, but you're resisting the urge to do it for him because you're a feminist, damnit. He's still letting you watch Grey's Anatomy because he's a doll (and you don't know this, but he's also become a bit of a fan.)

"Do you think I'm more a Mark Sloan or a Derek Shepherd?" He asks.

You scoff, "You're a George."

"I am not! I'm way sexier than George!"

"You're just jealous because I'm an Addison."

"Pshh, you're a Bailey. You wanna know how I know?" He asks.

"Fine. Tell me." You give in.

"You desperately want to correct my laundry technique."

•••

"Meet me in the on-call room in five," Brendon whispers against the back of your neck while you're drying the dishes from dinner. What is this man doing? "Meet you where?" You ask, but he's already walked away. You're not sure whether to actually wait the five minutes or just try to go find him.

You give him three minutes before going to the bedroom. You honestly don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't Brendon laying on his side in the middle of your bed, shirtless under a white coat. He has on a pair of navy blue scrub pants that aren't particularly flattering, but they still look nice on him.

"Explain to me what's happening here, homie," you tell him.

"I'm being sexy for you! So sexy! I'm Dr. Brendon "McKinky" Urie, I'm a general surgery attending, but my real specialty is pleasure."

You visibly cringe for him. "You're a McDoofus, and your real specialty is probably malpractice."

He pouts. "Play along. Come on. Please? Be Dr. Y/N Sexy."

You roll your eyes. "Why do you get your real last name, but I'm Dr. Sexy?"

"Because we're not married in this fantasy! We're both cheating on our spouses but not in a tragic way, in a sexy way! Come on! Let yourself have fun," he pleads.

You feel yourself start to cave. "Fine, I'll play along, but I'm stopping this the minute I feel weird, okay?"

"Of course. And, babe, if you don't want to do this, you absolutely do not have to," he says, serious now.

"No, no, Brendon. I'm down for this. I think you're a total goof for doing it, but I trust you."

He brightens, "Great! Now it's time for your examination." He waggles his eyebrows, climbing off the bed and gesturing for you to take his place.

"Exam? Am I a patient? Why am I in the on-call room if I'm a patient?" You ask.

"Doctors need exams too, y'know. We're both doctors, but I don't know, you need a routine exam for like moles or something. Take your clothes off." He says, and you take a split-second to be grateful that Brendon got discovered for his musical talents and will therefore never be an actual doctor.

You stifle back your laughter and strip down to your underwear, lying on your back on top of the white sheet he put over the comforter to protect the bed from any potential messes. He stands over you next to the bed, and you're happy that you at least get to stare at his body during this little experiment. The whole "doctor" thing may not be driving you wild on its own, but your half-naked husband always will.

"Thank you for coming to this appointment, Dr. Y/N Sexy," he says. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, you chant in your head. "First," he says, making his voice husky, "I need to test your reflexes." Something tells you he won't be using one of those little hammers. He bends down and breathes against your neck. You shiver, and goosebumps appear on your arms. You're glad you wore your front clasp bra when he unclips it and has immediate access to your breasts. He circles around your nipple with his finger, and they harden quickly. "Mmm, good reflexes indeed. Very responsive," he purrs. "I don't think your test results are conclusive yet. You should keep going," you encourage. He rubs your scalp, and your head rolls back. You're worried that you'll start drooling.

Brendon smirks at you a little, and his smugness is slightly infuriating. Yes, you like him touching you, but that hardly proves that his weird roleplaying was a good idea. "Just like I observed, fantastic reflexes. But I now must move on to the chest exam." He rests his head on your chest, and you're beginning to suspect that this whole thing was just a ploy to touch your boobs a lot. "Is your heart rate always this fast or just when your hot coworker is touching you?"

"Normally only my husband, also named Brendon… for some reason, can get me so worked up, but now I'm thinking of leaving him for you, McCrinkly."

"It's McKinky, and your husband sounds gorgeous and super smart. You should keep him around," he says, climbing onto you and groping your breasts. "In my professional opinion, these are nice tits."

You have to bite your lip to resist the urge to laugh again. You wouldn't quite say you're aroused, but you are having fun at least. "Okay, okay, doc. Enough of the preliminary exam; I need five and a half inches, stat."

"You couldn't round up to six while we're playing!?"

"Oh, come on, you're lucky I rounded up to five and a half!"

"Rude! So rude!"

You kiss him to shut him up. "Sorry, baby, I won't bully you anymore. Now, how about a cervical exam?" You suggest, craving his thickness inside you.

That cheers him up. Brendon resumes his doctor roleplay. "First, let me complete the dermatological examination. If you could remove your undergarments, please."

You throw your bra on the floor and take off your underwear.

He admires the small amount of newly-exposed skin. "So many marks on your breasts and pubic region. Did your hot husband leave these too, or should I investigate for a skin condition?" He asks, ducking between your thighs to add some more.

"Yeah, he left them there. My sexy husband is kind of the best, but enough about him," you say.

New dark spots pop up after he finally moves his mouth from the sensitive skin of your thighs. "Oops, I think I just burst a couple of capillaries."

Well, someone did some light googling. "Do you think I'll make it?" You ask, faking drama.

"Yes, but you'll need someone to pay lots of attention to the area between your thighs."

He never mastered the art of subtly, did he? "I don't think that will be an issue. My husband will be thrilled."

"Great, that's taken care of. Shall we commence with the cervical exam then?" He asks, rolling off you to tug off his scrubs and underwear. He keeps his dumb coat on, which is more goofy than sexy without clothes underneath, but you don't tell him that. "And we can test your motor skills at the same time. Hands and knees, please."

You obey, and he moves behind you to enter you. He pushes into you quickly and hard, just like you like it. "God, there's so much blood in my, hm, um corpus cavernosum… I think," he says.

"Your what? Are you trying to cast a Harry Potter spell? because that's a whole different roleplay," You crane your neck back to see him, and your eyes widen. "Brendon, are you," you need to pause to choke back your laughter, "are you reading from a flashcard? While inside me?"

He's on his knees behind you, squinting at a white notecard. He flips the card over and reads from it, "the corpus cavernosum is, um, the main erectile tissue in the genitals. So, uh, I was trying to say that I'm hard for you."

That's it, you can't contain your laughter. You can't even bear to look at Brendon without cracking up. Tears are streaming down your face. He hisses, and you think it's because you've upset him, but you turn back to look at him, and he's biting his lip, his head tilted back.

"Are you good, B?" You ask, a little worried.

He's breathing hard. "Yeah, just your laughing caused contractions around my cock, and I was not prepared. Felt good, just unexpected." He pulls almost all the way out and then jerks back in, not quite slamming but gearing up to it.

"Faster, please. Careful still, but faster," you request.

He speeds up perfectly, finally filling you up and relieving the ache inside you. You relish each time his hips meet your body, feeling close to him, even if the position isn't as intimate as he usually likes. You suppose successful Dr. Kinky, notorious womanizer, wouldn't necessarily want to make loving, passionate eye contact with all of his conquests.

"So, Dr. Kinky-"

"No, it's doctor Urie, McKinky."

Jesus, you need a script. "So, Dr. Urie, do you have enough energy after all those lobotomies or whatever to rub a girl's clit? I bet my husband, the other Brendon, would touch me."

"Well, I would never even bother to compete with such a stellar man, but I can still try to get you off." His hands move between your thighs to touch your cunt. "Oh no, so much excess fluid here. I hope nothing's wrong." He puts a finger on your throbbing clit and feigns a sigh of relief, "Good, I've found a pulse." His touch is feather-light as he slowly strokes you. The contrast between his fast, hard thrusts and delicate strokes somehow enhances both of his actions.

"Oh, that's nice," you moan.

"You mind if I have you roll over? I still have to test your flexibility, and I'd love to do that with your legs on my shoulders."

"Fuck yeah."

He pulls out, and you get on your back; he gets you ready by situating the pillows underneath you. You rest a leg on either shoulder, and he thrusts in again. You don't want to admit it to him, but you feel like you'll need to come soon. The spikes of pleasure pulsing between your legs have been getting stronger and closer together, and now that you can see what you do to him, rather than just hearing his occasional grunts, you feel even closer to crossing that finish line.

"I'm observing some rapid contractions, Sexy. Should I note in your chart how close you are to coming all over me? Because it seems to me that you're failing your stamina and endurance evaluation," Dr. Urie teases.

You close your eyes to try to eliminate a source of the arousal, but you still feel painfully close to the edge.

Brendon inadvertently shifts a bit, and that does it. Your arousal peaks intensely, and you try to restrain your reactions on the off chance he doesn't notice. However, you're pretty sure he does notice your orgasm when his movements slow to a stop, and that's confirmed when he outright says it. "You just came," he states. It's not a question.

You nod, not bothering to deny it.

He pulls out, and you finally get to see his still-hard cock soaked with your wetness. "Well I suppose, we can run… further tests to reach a full diagnosis," he practically croons, pulling his scrub pants back on, and a wave of lust spreads from your stomach. Fine, the doctor thing is a little hot. "It's up to you though, I defer to your professional opinion."

"I think my exam is complete, actually, but I know you've been complaining of some pain in this region," you give his crotch a quick squeeze. "Do you mind stripping so I can investigate?"

He immediately takes off his coat, obviously excited, and gives it to you, so you put it on. "So, can you describe the pain?" You ask, putting a hand on his thigh.

"Kind of an ache, I guess?"

You squeeze his thigh, "And you'd say the pain is mainly here?"

"No, uh, um, to the right."

You squeeze his other thigh, "Oh, I see, right here?"

"No, not, um, my thigh."

"Sorry, I understand." You lay your hand flat on his stomach, still carefully avoiding his cock. "Your stomach must be hurting."

"Still not quite."

You clench your jaw in fake frustration. "Well, could you just show me where you need my attention, Doctor Urie?"

He shoves down his pants and grasps his leaking cock, groaning in relief when he starts to tentatively touch himself.

"Yes, very good, thank you. Would you say the ache subsides with stimulation?" You ask professionally.

Brendon nods and smirks a bit, "Yeah, you could say that."

"Well, I think you just need to achieve ejaculation," you diagnose.

"Is that, ah, covered under my insurance?" He asks cheekily, still jerking himself.

You laugh, going to dig the lubricant out, "Okay," you nudge his hand away, "leave this to the professionals." You pour the clear lube into your hand. "This may be a bit cold," you warn. He doesn't really need the lube, he's both leaking profusely and still slick from being inside you, but you want to keep up the "doctor vibes." You grasp him firmly and stroke quickly, trying to get him off as soon as you can. You kind of want to use your mouth, but you can't think of a good reason to within the roleplay. That's mostly fine, though, because you can tell he's about to come.

He comes all over your hand without warning a minute or so later. He shudders and groans, spurting twice more. You didn’t realize how worked up he was. Of course, you saw how hard he was, but to come this much from just jerking him off means he was really turned on. "Outstanding sperm production, sir," you say, crudely wiping him up with a tissue.

"Okay, no more doctor talk. My brain is too mushy," he groans.

You take off the coat and get into bed, cuddling against him. "If your brain is mushy, you probably should see a doctor."

He giggles. "So, would you do this again?"

You think for a second. "Well, I'd roleplay with you again, but you have to warn me next time. And probably not the doctor thing again. It was hot playing with you, but thinking about actual medical procedures is not my thing."

He yawns, "Noted about the warning you next time, and that's too bad. I was really looking forward to the oral exam. How big is your mouth? How's your swallow technique?" He says, half-jokingly.

"Hey, don't push it, or we're doing a prostate exam, and due to budget cuts to the hospital, we're going to be low on lubricant."

He cringes, "Point taken. I don't need a doctor roleplay; the next time I want a blowjob, I'll just ask."

You get out of bed and put on your pajamas. "Well, if it's in the next 45 minutes, your request is getting denied because Penny Lane, Bogart, and I are watching the real Grey's Anatomy in the theater while you're still too weak to complain about it. And this is a good time to tell you that my character is not actually a medical doctor. I have a PHD in film studies. I’m a fraud.”

His mouth drops open, "You're telling me that wasn't an official medical handjob?!"

"I trust that you'll get over this. Love you, babe."

He scowls but still mutters a quiet, “I love you too.”

[1ddotdhq]

🧦Tues 17 Nov ‘20✍️

Liam’s news Hugo collection (Season 3) will be out very soon and it is a unisex capsule, so there will be something for everyone (you can almost hear Ben Shapiro shouting with rage in the distance). One of the T-shirts in particular, has the trans symbol, and Africa with a heart around it. The outline of Africa is because the line is made with cotton from sustainable cotton farming techniques in Africa (hmmm), and the trans symbol is possibly simply meant to convey 'unisex' but thanks for that Liam! About the capsule, Liam says, “I’m proud of what we have achieved...it looks great and at the same time is highlighting the important work that cotton made in Africa does”. Hugo is currently taking questions about the new collection on their insta story - like RIGHT NOW (!) so if you have a question for him, what are you waiting for?! There are also pictures of Liam modeling the new line on Hugo’s website and, as always, he looks amazing! A stylist and costume designer named Mekel Bailey posted an instagram story yesterday with Liam, saying “on set with @/LiamPayne thank you for a great day!”. He works for an agency called Wizzo & Co, who represents him, but, uh, more importantly, he posted about being tested for COVID and also about the COVID remedies the “COVID rep” gave him. It is unclear if this is because of company policy or because he’s come in contact with someone who was positive, but if it’s the latter, I hope Liam is doing the right thing and self isolating for the next two weeks. The world will be here when you get back! 

We got a Vogue outtake today! Harry is in the plaid skirt and no shirt spread out in a blue and green room (bluegreener alert!) on top of a cart of some sort, looking boldly into the camera. He was wearing a $270 pair of ripped socks and his pink shoelaced Vans. Anne went on Lorraine (a British talk show) and talked about how very proud she is of Harry (and Gemma!) and of the Vogue shoot in particular. She echoed some of the quotes from the shoot, taking the credit for Harry’s love of fancy dress (“Gemma hated it but Harry always embraced it”), said that her friends had asked her if Harry was “a bit nesh” (friolento, or susceptible to the cold) because he was so heavily covered compared to Gemma in their joint photo, lol, and she doesn't know yet whether she'll get them home with her for Christmas. And then the second installment of Guccifest dropped today, and still no Harry, but you didn’t think I was gonna make a Gucci account and then NOT watch them all, did you? I have quite a bit to say, but you’ll all have to wait until H shows up to hear it, I’m afraid!

Niall is raffling signed merch from the RAH performance for WeNeedCrew, Louis followed Captain Tom Moore (the 100 year old army vet who was walking to raise money for the NHS that Louis posted about a while back), and Eleanor posted two very Louis-related instagram stories which hasn't happened in a minute, and, after Louis liked a post of hers last week for the first time in like a year, it does make you wonder if Louis’ team is preparing for movement on their end.

[thedefinitionofendgame]

two under two

Amelia X Link multi-chapter | Rated T | Canon-divergent after 7x11

A/N: Just some Amelink (and others) fluff for y’all! After all the potential wedding talk in 17x11, I decided I just had to work on my Amelink short multi-chap fic. I’m just so glad Amelia’s found someone who is absolutely crazy about her. I am so happy for her and the little family she’s made. *SPOILERS FOR SEASON 17*

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

chapter 1 - big news calls for bigger reactions

It was now or never, and even though never sounded fine to Amelia, she knew now was the best time to say whatever she wanted to say. Clearing her throat, she felt Link’s fingers intertwine with hers under the table, which kept her calm. There’s no time like the present, Amelia thought to herself. Rip off the bandaid and get on with it! So by opening her mouth, she did just that. “We, Link and I, have something to tell you guys,” Amelia said, shifting her gaze to everyone seated around the outdoor dining room table. They were outside because the weather was finally nice enough to enjoy a meal in the outdoors, without fear of being rained on.

Everyone stopped chattering and turned to look at Amelia. There was a big crowd tonight in the backyard, as get-togethers were allowed now that all the adults had their COVID vaccines. Besides Meredith and the kids, Winston, Jo, Teddy, Owen, Leo and Allison had come over as well. Oh and of course, Jo’s adopted daughter, Luna Ashton who had been renamed Luna Ashton Brooke Wilson, to honour her birth name and her forever mom. It was definitely a full house, which made for the perfect time to announce Amelia and Link’s news; the news that they had been dreading to announce for the past couple months. Not dreading the actuality of the news so much as the reactions it would bring. Just like the time before, Amelia braced herself for the responses of her friends and sisters that telling this news would bring.

Amelia paused a heartbeat too long. While Zola, Bailey and Ellis were quiet at their kids table next to the main one, Meredith was the impatient one. “Well, out with it!” She said, raising an eyebrow at Amelia. Despite Meredith’s terrible health scares earlier in the year, the blonde had bounced right back and was as high spirited as ever. She still had to take it easy, especially when it came to heavy-breathing exercises, but for the most part Meredith Grey was back to normal.

Amelia looked at Link, who nodded encouragingly. He hadn’t forced her to announce their news in front of everyone today, and had actually suggested only telling Meredith and Maggie to start. However Amelia said she wanted to tell everyone at once, to avoid any questioning or whispering that might happen at the hospital. “Link and I are pregnant again. Tada, that’s the surprise.”

The entire table fell silent, while everyone processed the news. Maggie was the first to recover and jumped up out of her seat to give Amelia a hug. “Oh my gosh!” She squealed, engulfing Amelia into her embrace.

“That’s awesome news! I’m so happy I get to be Auntie Mer again,” Meredith said. It only made her a little sad to know that last time Link and Amelia had announced they were pregnant, Andrew had been with her and heard the news firsthand. She quickly shook her head to clear her mind of those thoughts. This was not the time nor place to think about Andrew DeLuca.

Next to Amelia, Link was receiving a fist bump from Winston and Jo smiled happily at her best friend. “I’m really happy for you, you’re gonna make a great dad times two.” Jo bounced Luna in her lap. “Are you excited to have another baby friend? Maybe it will be a girl this time.”

Link opened his mouth to reply, when Zola popped up between the new parents’ two chairs. “I can’t wait for another cousin! Can I say hi to the baby?” Nodding, Amelia pushed back her chair so that Zola could place her hands on her Auntie’s belly. Amelia was a bit overwhelmed by the well-wishes; she hadn’t expected so much attention. When she had started telling people about Scout’s coming, it was only Maggie then Link then Meredith and Andrew. People found out gradually. Oh god, Link was right! Cursing herself about her baby daddy being right about waiting, Amelia tried to drag herself out of her own thoughts.

The squeezing of her hand in Link’s brought her back. Zola had moved on, and was now happily talking about the new cousin on the way to Bailey and Ellis. Scout was napping just inside, which at least dialled back the noise. If one baby was loud, Amelia was scared to find out what two would be like.

Although she was excited. Goodness, she was over the damn moon about it. The first time Link had gotten her pregnant, she had been just scared, until Mr. Atticus Lincoln had turned her whole though process upside down. He had told her he would support her no matter what she decided; would love their baby unconditionally or drive her to the clinic if she chose to have an abortion. Amelia hadn’t ever felt that type of love before, the type that didn’t matter what she chose. It only grew with the pregnancy, at least after the whole “who’s the daddy” fiasco got cleared up. At least this time Amelia was one-hundred percent sure this baby was Link’s. She loved the baby they had made together the first time, and would love their second baby just as much.

While most of the people around the table seemed surprised, Link was very much not. When Amelia had told him she was pregnant, he had raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, before telling her he loved her and that he was the happiest man alive. With all the “athletic and aerobic” sex they had despite having four kids in the same house as them, it was no wonder he managed to get Amelia knocked up a second time in less than two years. It was more like one and a bit years, because what everyone else didn’t know was that Amelia was already five months along. They’d gotten pregnant around Scout’s half birthday. Good timing on their part...not. Both Link and Amelia weren’t against having more kids but had not wanted to discuss or try for a second for a while longer. Baby Amelink #2 was a bit of a surprise just like their older brother had been.

Owen and Teddy were the last to offer their congratulations. "Well I’m pleased for you both," Owen said, speaking for the first time since the bombshell was dropped. He didn't look at Teddy, because he knew what her face would convey. They had been wanting to add to their growing brood for the past couple months, but nothing had happened. Owen didn't think of himself as infertile, all previous mishaps had proven that, so he wasn't quite sure why he and Teddy hadn't gotten pregnant yet. Although he wasn't going to complain, especially when Amelia and Link seemed to just come to terms and that's why they chose to wait so long to announce it. He had been waiting for them to come out with their secret for a while now, after accidentally overhearing a conversation between them both in the pit post-consult. Like the good ex-husband-more like friend and fellow doctor-Owen was, he kept quiet and didn’t even tell Teddy. Now that their news was out in the open, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about slipping up ever.

Chatter continued amongst the friends, and Amelia relaxed now that the focus was off of her. She leaned back in her chair and placed a hand on her growing tummy. “You’re already a hit,” she whispered to the baby inside of her.

“Damn right she is,” Link leaned over and whispered in Amelia’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. Why did that voice always make her think dirty thoughts? Probably the hormones, and also the fact he used that exact tone in the bedroom. God Amelia, get your head out of the gutter, she thought to herself.

Amelia glanced at Link. “Are you calling girl on me?”

Link shrugged, not totally willing to admit it, but he was definitely thinking it was a girl. “Maybe. Jo said it first.”

“Oh sure, that’s what sparked it.” Amelia rolled her eyes but internally, she was smiling really big. “We already have a name regardless of their gender though.”

“We do.” Link smiled and pressed a kiss to Amelia’s temple. “Best name ever.”

“Even better than Scout?” She smiled back at the man she loved more than anything else in the world, maybe even more than Scout. Amelia loved her son very much, but it was his daddy that made everything in her life good. Every single moment, no matter how upsetting, Link somehow made it worth it. Made it worth all the hard nights and the crying sessions and the struggles to stay sober. He was her everything, and always would be. Together, they would be there for Scout and the new baby. It was always going to be them, until the very end.

Link thought for a moment. “Nope, but tied though.”

Laughing, Amelia nodded. “Alright, I can live with that.” They were quiet for a moment, then Link nudged Amelia with his elbow. She turned and saw Ellis standing beside her chair. “Hey Ellie-Belle, what’s up?”

“I wanna sit with you and the new baby. Where is it?” Ellis looked around, as though she magically expected a baby to appear outside in the backyard.

Meredith raised an eyebrow at her sister, as the youngest Shepherd pulled her niece into her lap with only minor difficulty. “If you have a girl, all I gotta say is that they’re clingy and ask a lot of questions. Such as,” she turned to Zola who was standing beside her patiently waiting to ask a question. “Yes, Zo-Zo?”

“When are we going to have dinner? Bailey’s hungry and we ate lunch over five hours ago.” Zola stated matter-of-factly.

“And with boys, you get the always hungry factor,” Meredith sighed.

“Know all about that,” Amelia said, with a pointed look at the baby monitor on the table. “I swear this kid never stops eating. He’s almost getting more action than Link is,” Amelia blurts out, forgetting there was a child in her lap and four others nearby. Well, more like 3 because Allison was inside napping with Scout.

No one really paid close attention, except Link who let out a chuckle. “Always telling like it is,” he said with a smirk. Link waited until Meredith had gotten up and headed inside with the rest of the adults and the other kids, minus the one in Amelia’s embrace, before he said anything else. “I love you,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Amelia melted and wrapped her arms tighter around Ellis. For a minute she pretended that the small body in her lap was her own daughter, the girl’s older brother chasing after the food Bailey sought as well. “I love you too. Everyone took our surprise a lot better than I thought.”

“Of course they did. Because they love you, they love Scout and I guess they love me too,” Link added.

“They love you probably more than me. I’m the former drug addict, remember?”

“Hey, you’re still keeping your promise about not getting high. That’s all that matters.” Link placed one of his hands on Amelia’s belly, right where their baby was growing. Ellis twisted in Amelia’s lap and did the same, amazed by whatever her Uncle Link was doing. With a smile to both the girls present, he messed Ellis’ hair and then looked over at the woman he loved. The woman he had unashamedly surrendered his heart to, the woman who he would fight forever for. He had almost let her and their beautiful son slip through his fingers, but thank god his best friend told him to not mess what he had with Amelia up. She was his ever after, and it was true that before Amelia, he didn’t tell people he was in love with them often. Hookups were a thing of his past, after the gorgeous brown haired-blue eyed girl walked into his life. She had walked in, stolen his heart and stayed because they were going to be each other’s forever. They were each other’s forever.

A forever as a family of four. Because they already had Scout and a baby on the way which made them a family of four. Four was a number Link could work with, a number he sort of wanted to increase but only if Amelia wanted. He would do anything for her and vice versa. His girl was strong and brave and worked miracles everyday. If it was anything Atticus Lincoln was proud to do, it was call Amelia, his.

posting chapter 2 & 3 soon!

[sorrelchestnut]

EVERYBODY’S PICKIN’ UP ON THAT FELINE BEAT, PART 37

holy shit I finished a scene.  We’re really close to the end now, y’all.  That being said: this definitely ends on a cliffhanger.  Fair warning.

Part 1.  Part 2.  Part 3.  Part 4.  Part 5.  Part 6.  Part 7.  Part 8.  Part 9.  Part 10.  Part 11. Part 12.  Part 13.  Part 14.  Part 15.  Part 16.  Part 17.  Part 18.  Part 19. Part 20.  Part 21.  Part 22. Part 23. Part 24. Part 25. Part 26.  Part 27. Part 28. Part 29. Part 30. Part 31. Part 32. Part 33.  Part 34. Part 35. Part 36.

Title: everybody’s picking up on that feline beat Author: Sorrel Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Mature Warnings: None Relationships: Deacon/Female Sole Survivor Series: Part 3 of everybody wants to be a cat

Coffee helps; fresh air and sunshine helps more.  For someone who spends a significant majority of her life inside, underground, nocturnal, and/or just generally skulking around in the shadows, Whisper can be surprisingly solar-powered at times.  By the time they're over the river she's in almost obnoxiously high spirits, singing "Anything Goes" in a squeaky falsetto that makes him think longingly of the roll of duct tape in his pack.

"The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today-"

"Whisper, I swear to God-"

"And that gent today you gave a cent today once had sev-er-al chateaus!"

"Alright, Cole Porter, that's enough."  She grins wider and opens her mouth, and he hastily slaps a hand over it before she can start the next verse.  "No."

Her lips tickle against his palm as she grumbles, "You're no fun."

"What, because I like living?  You're going to bring down every raider in the greater Boston area, the way you're caterwaul- ow!  Fuck!"

She tucks her thumbs in the straps of her pack and gives him a cheerful, empty-headed smile, showing off the pearly white teeth she just sunk into the base of his thumb.  "Talk shit, get hit."

"Jesus, you're aggressive."  He studies his hand but doesn't find any sign of bleeding, just a neat row of stark white tooth marks rapidly flushing back pink.  "Whatever happened to licking my hand to gross me out?"

"Sometimes I can really tell you were an only child," she informs him, shaking her head faux-mournfully.  "You gotta go big or go home, that's my motto."

"Good thing we're going home, isn't it?"  When she squints at him, he smiles sunnily and holds his injured hand a couple inches above her head.  "I mean, 'big' isn't exactly your strong suit, so..."

She launches herself at him with a war cry.

Bickering aside, they straighten up when they come into sight of Diamond City, falling into character as a pair of road-weary mercenaries coming off an all-night hike and desperate for a shower and some sleep.  (Which, to be fair, isn't that far off from the truth, all things considered.)  They're both in costume already, not that that took long.  All Whisper had to do was slick back her hair and throw on a pair of sunglasses and hey presto: Olivia Bailey, ruins-rover extraordinaire.  Next to her all Deacon has to do is look suitably grizzled and road-weary, so he pretty much just tossed the least-disgusting raider's jacket on over his travel clothes and smeared some dust artistically through his stubble and called it a goddamn day.

It certainly works well enough on the second-shift gate guard, a pockmarked woman with nicotine stains on her fingers.  She waves them through with a disinterested nod, already going back to her book before they even clear the gate.  Deacon squashes down the contrary impulse to make some kind of scene and just nods back, professional and cool, as he wraps an arm around Whisper's shoulder.  She gives him a little sideways look that says I know what you're doing but doesn't bother to pull away until they're in the tunnel.

Deacon looks around and then back to her, pointedly.  Whisper huffs a laugh.

"What now?"

"Nothing," he says, and waggles his eyebrows.  "It's just… here we are again.  Where it all started.  Back to the site of our fateful first meeting."

Her eyes narrow.  "Weren't you the one who said-"

"Mm, yeah, but I've had time to think about it, and I think you made a compelling point.  First contact is definitely the first one that counts."

"You just don't want to 'fess up on just how long you were following me around."

"Why, partner, I'm hurt that you would think of such a thing," he says, and moves swiftly on before she can call him on the obvious evasion.  "You know, you keep bringing me back here, I'm going to start thinking you've got a secret romantic streak."  She gives him a look.  "Very secret."

"That's me, all hearts and flowers," says quite the most ruthlessly practical woman Deacon's ever met.  "Besides, if I was going to start up with romantical remembrances at this late date, that wouldn't be the one I'd pick.  I was so sleep-deprived I'm lucky I remembered my own name."

"Couldn't tell to look at you," Deacon says, in massive understatement.  She was all easy swagger and magazine-cover grin, on her way to bigger and better things.  She sure as shit didn't look like she was running on the ragged edge of her endurance - but then, he knows better than most just how well she can lie with a smile.

She glances over at him as they break out of the tunnel, her gaze shrewd over the rim of her shades.  "You remember it pretty well, huh?"

Nope, nuh-uh, not going there.  "Your hair was longer," Deacon says, tweaking the end of one of her curls in a transparent bid for distraction.  "I remember that for sure."

"Well, yeah," she says, ducking neatly around a kid that seems really intent on wherever she's running.  "You told me to cut it."

"I did?"  He definitely doesn't remember that.  "When?"

"When we were prepping for the Covenant op.  You said blonde, I said I had to grab some bleach, and you gave me that 'oh honey' look you do when people are being particularly stupid and told me to just cut it off, you had a spare wig lying around someplace."

That does sound like him.  "And you just did it?" he says, because Whisper is a lot of things, but 'obedient' sure as shit isn't one of them.

"You were brandishing a knife when you said it," she admits.  "It seemed easier to give in than argue."

Yeah, that definitely sounds like him.  Especially then: that must've been, what, their first week together?  Back then everything was one long haze of exhaustion, staggering from one crisis to the next with barely enough time to take a shit.  Hauling her into the Covenant op was a desperation play, pure and simple: he needed backup, and anyone had to be better than Glory.  He hadn't known, then, what she could do with nothing more than a smile and a little room to work.

Though he figured it out pretty damn quick.

"I'd say it worked out," he says, and tweaks her dark hair again.  "You do make a fetching blonde."

She gives him a look over the tops of her shades, knowing and a bit amused.  "They do have more fun."

Aaaand now he's thinking about their first time, that silver dress pushed up around her thighs, blonde wig spilling across the mattress above her and blue eyes begging him in the dark.  He clears his throat.  "You want to go talk to Valentine?"

"In a bit," she says, and wraps her arm around his waist.  He automatically puts his arm around her in turn, and she leans her head on his shoulder, a picture-perfect image of a lovesick spouse.  "Need to make the rounds, hit up a few of the merchants first.  It'd be weird if I didn't."

"God forbid we look weird," he agrees, and laughs at her elbow in his stomach.

~*~

She does break off eventually, slips away to discuss things with Valentine and leaves him with a key and strict instructions to take care of dinner.  Deacon makes a quick loop of his own, touching base with the runners they placed last time and offloading some of their scav while he's at it.  Myrna's girl has been promoted to working the afternoon shift solo, and is more than happy to take a few extra minutes dickering in order to fill him in on the local gossip.  He rounds it off with a visit to the Dugout where the cocky one is still serving drinks - Deacon makes a note to collect the ten caps from Whisper later - and picks up some dinner to go on his way out.  Never let it be said he can't follow orders when it suits him.

He's setting out the plates when Whisper follows him in just a few minutes later with a slammed door and a cheerful, "Hallo the house!" from the far end of her little warehouse.

"Kitchen!" he calls back, and a moment later she appears, weaving her way through the stacked boxes and dropping a noticeably emptier pack on the floor by the stove.

"Need a hand?"

The food's pretty much done, so he tilts his head to the table with a hopeful, "Something to drink?"

"I've got just the thing," and she grabs her pack again, fishing around inside until she comes up with a couple bottles of Bobrov's homebrew.  "I tried to catch you at the Dugout but Vadim said you just left.  Good enough?"

"We-ell, everyone knows a dry white pairs best with seafood, but for day-old mirelurk I suppose it will just have to do."

"You're trying to ruin my appetite but it's not working," she informs him, nose in the air.  "I'm so hungry I'd eat a mirelurk raw."

He laughs and nudges in behind her as she turns to grab a bottle opener.  "C'mon, darlin', don't be like that.  You know it's only the best for my girl."

"Flatterer," she says, nothing in her voice now but laughter.  "You talk any sweeter, I'm gonna be forced to check those lips for honey."

"Aw, babe.  You say the - ha ha - sweetest things."  He buries his nose in the back of her neck and inhales.  "I get the cigarettes, but why do you smell like one of Tom's experiments?  Hot metal and burnt wiring," he clarifies, when she gives him a truly weird look.

"Oh, I stopped by Piper's after I talked to Nick," she says, all offhand as if she's not talking about the biggest gossip in the Commonwealth.

Deacon unpeels himself from her back and takes her by the shoulders.  "Whisper," he says, seriously.  "Do we need to have a conversation about operational security?  Because I feel like you may have been out that day."

"Oh, so you want her to come by and harangue me in person?  Because that is one hundred percent what she'd do if she heard I was in town and didn't go see her first."

Okay, so maybe she has a point.  The thought of Piper fucking Wright showing up at his door - well, Whisper's door, whatever - demanding to know his intentions toward her friend… Yeah, no.  That's gonna be a haaaard pass.

Whisper grins at him, the devil in her eyes.  He knows that look.  "Whisper-"

"Ohhhh, I see what this is about."

"Fear," he assures her, trying to head whatever this is off at the pass, "this is a very healthy and reasonable level of fear," but she's on her way to a punchline and won't be deterred.

"You're a fan!" she declares, over his groan of protest.  "Aww, sweetheart, why didn't you say something earlier?  I could totally arrange an introduction for you."

"Ahhh, no thanks," Deacon manages, through the bolt of terror that thought inspires.  "Little-known fact, spies are in fact allergic to reporters?  Like, clinically.  The hives are brutal."

She takes pity on him and gives way with a laugh, her eyes crinkling up at the corners.  "Don't worry, babe, I'll protect you."

"You're the best."

"And don't you forget it."  She pops open one of the bottles one-handed, handing it off to him with a cheery flourish.  "Besides, you don't wanna bitch too much about my girl Piper.  Her caps bought you this booze."

"I take it back, she's my new favorite person.  After your radiant self, of course."  He takes a swig and passes it back, enjoying the flush of boozy heat down through his chest as he turns back to the stove.  After a moment's consideration, he adds a couple extra tatos to the pan.  If they're drinking Bobrov's then he definitely wants to lay down a hearty base.  "Something interesting afoot?"

"Mhm?"

"Your payout from Wright.  Anything I should know about?"

She wobbles her flat hand side-to-side, a wordless eh.  "Not really.  Just a side project I've been working on."

Interesting.  It's not as if they tell each other everything they get up to - he certainly has any number of moving parts at any given moment she's not read in on, and this business with Hancock gave him a good idea about how much he doesn't know about her adventures - but the fun stuff, yeah, that's usually share and share alike.  Then again, maybe it's a leftover from her little enforced vacation back in August.  He's mostly kept his nose out of whatever she was up to those weeks in hopes she'll do him the same courtesy, so there's a gap in his intel.

"Very mysterious," he teases, nudging a little.  "C'mon, not even a hint for your faithful partner?"

She refuses to be nudged, only smiles faintly and hunches one shoulder into a lopsided shrug.  "You can read it in the paper tomorrow like everyone else."

"Way harsh."

"That's me, cruel and unusual."  She passes him back a plate with an absent kiss to his scruffy cheek.  "C'mon, quit fondling that pot holder and get me some supper.  I'm starving."

~*~

It's a good night, maybe the best he's had in a while.  Deacon sort of figured she'd be distracted, mind on her mission tomorrow, but instead it's the opposite: for the first time in what seems like weeks, he has her full and undivided attention, and he basks in it like winter sunshine.  They trade stories and quips, mostly things they've told each other a dozen times over but still fresh, still funny, still so much fun to watch her trying out a new spin, a new angle.  She's so fucking good at that, always has been.  Yet another thing Deacon never needed to teach her, but damn does he never get tired of watching her reinvent herself on the fly.

Deacon, for his part, finds himself mugging shamelessly for her attention, chasing her approval as fervently as any junkie he's ever pretended to be.  And unlike a junkie Deacon gets what he's craving in spades, because she's as generous with her smiles as she is with her stories, lounging back in her chair with her glass in her hand, thighs sprawled wide and her voice gone syrup-slow with that insinuating smirk that only ever spurs him on.

Later, he doesn't entirely remember how they end up in bed.  The booze turns everything smeary and soft-focus, like light coming in through a stained-glass window, and his memory preserves only a series of snapshots: pulling Whisper into his lap, her startled yelp of laughter muffled with his mouth.  Making out on the landing, one foot braced a step down to put him closer to her height, his fingers busy on her shirt buttons and hers on his belt buckle.  Tumbling into bed in a snarl of limbs, laughingly disentangling them until Whisper tugs him up over her in the dark.  Burying his face in the sweat-slicked curve of her neck as he works his cock inside of her, her blunt nails scoring lines down the length of his back and her heels digging into the backs of his thighs to urge him on.  The flicker of the candlelight playing across her lush mouth and her dark, shadowed eyes, her damp hair clinging to her forehead as she tosses her head back against the pillows.  The low breathy rasp of her voice, "Deacon," murmured against his ear, "Deacon, Deacon, please-"

And then when he wakes up, he's alone.

The radio downstairs is playing “The Wanderer,” and Deacon lies there for a moment, listening to the clatter of the rain against the windows, experiencing an overwhelming surge of deja vu.

Then he hauls himself out of bed, picks up his boots, and goes in search of his wayward accomplice.

Unlike last time, there's no pint-sized partner clattering around in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and dancing around like temptation on two legs.  The room is cool and dim, only the faint mid-morning sunshine straggling in through an upper window to light the way, and the only sign of habitation is the soft strains of the radio.  Deacon does a quick check in the warehouse section just in case - have the boxes been breeding back there? - but the only sign of life in here is him.  Most damningly of all, Whisper's pack is gone from the hook beside the door, leaving his looking lopsided next to the empty space where its partner used to be.

Do not project onto an inanimate object, Deacon my lad, he tells himself, and checks the counter next to the radio, where he previously saw a pad and a pencil half-buried under a precarious stack of ammo boxes.  Sure enough, there's a note there, torn loose from the pad and folded into thirds with John scrawled across the front in unfamiliar handwriting that must belong to Liv.

She's just keeping cover, not stupid enough to write anything else out here in the open where anyone could walk in and see it, but Deacon still stares at it for a long moment, that single syllable knocking around somewhere at the bottom of his ribs.  Then he shakes his head at himself, reaches out, and unfolds the note.

hey handsome, you looked so peaceful i couldn't bring myself to wake you.  at least one of us should get to sleep in, and nick had me up with the sun.  (you know what he's like when he's on a case!)  shouldn't take long though, just a quick run down to goodneighbor and fingers crossed we'll be back by supper.  take care of my best guy while i'm gone.  xoxo, liv

The radio changes to “One More Tomorrow,” and Deacon glares at it as he folds up the note.  Reading between the breezy, heavily fictionalized lines, it's clear enough she decided to handle this Kellogg business solo.  Which is… fair enough, he supposes, but something about it doesn't sit square.  Did she think he would have told her no, if she asked him to stay put?  He thought he made it pretty clear the whole thing was hers to handle or not as she saw fit.  Or maybe she just thought it'd be too awkward, having him up in her business like that?  Maybe after their last op, she's about had her fill of personal.  He couldn't blame her if that's the case, but he hopes she knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is make things harder for her.

Well, there's not much he can do about it either way, not with her at least a few hours ahead of him, judging by the sun, and definitely not with her clear instruction to sit tight.  Waiting isn't much his favorite part and he didn't really plan to be hanging out in Diamond City all day, but Deacon's an adaptable fellow; he'll find a way to keep himself occupied.

The market is bustling at this hour of the morning, and Deacon lets the crowd carry him along, thinking vaguely about picking up some noodles for breakfast and then maybe having a wander around.  It's not great for his cover to spend so much time out and about on his own, but with the right sidelong look most people will probably assume she's sleeping off a wild night, which would be great for his ego, at least.  Besides, there's really no substitute for market gossip when it comes to keeping a pulse on the goings-on in the Commonwealth, which is what he plans to tell Dez if she gives him shit for the wasted day.  Not that she will, because if Deacon has his way she'll never hear about any of this, but he likes having a contingency plan in place.  Makes him feel all nice and comfy.

It's when he's looping around the counter in search of an open stool that he catches the familiar sound of Piper Junior hawking her wares at full volume.  Which is funny, 'cause by his calculation they're not due for another issue for at least a week.  Normally Piper's pretty regular with the print, except-

Deacon gets a sinking sensation in his chest.

-except when she has something too juicy to wait and damn it, Whisper, what the hell are you up to?

Normally the last place he wants to be is anywhere near someone named Wright, but since his partner has been up to shenanigans without bothering to inform him first, he figures that in this case 'better safe than sorry' means getting out ahead of whatever nonsense Whisper's been cooking up rather than running the other way.  He makes sure to pull his cap low over his eyes, hitches his pack higher on his shoulders, and sidles over towards the Public Occurrences like he just doesn't have anything better to do.

"Extra, extra, read all about it!  Minutemen General has the tell-all of the century!"

Oh, it's Minutemen business.  Geez, why didn't she just say so?  If she's running some propaganda job for Garvey, the last thing he'd want to do is get in her way.  It was obvious they needed something after the trip to the Slog the other week, and throwing Piper at the problem is probably the most efficient way to get the word out.  Half the damn Commonwealth reads her paper at some point or another, even if it's just so they can tell themselves how wrong she is.

Still, Whisper did tell him he'd find out today, so she probably expects him to read up on whatever it is.  He snatches a paper off the top of the stack and flips it over, scanning for the headline.

Woman out of Time: Savior of the Minutemen Tells All About Life Before the Bomb!

"-not the current General," Little Wright's saying, when Deacon manages to stop staring at the paper and drag his attention back to the real world.  "The first one, the one that retook the Cast- hey!"

Deacon finds the paper snatched right from his hands, a pint-sized version of a familiar glare beaming up at him.  "You gotta pay before you read," Little Wright informs him.  "We're not running a charity here!"

"Uh, right," says Deacon, who still feels like he's hearing everything underwater, slow-motion and echoing strangely.  "What's the deal with this General, then?"

"Didn'tcha see the headline?  She's from before the War!  Vault froze her in cryo, right here in the Commonwealth!"

Vault 111.  Oh, fuck.   Ohhhh fuck.

"So you gonna buy or just stand there and stare?"  Little Wright brandished the paper at him.  "Hot off the presses!  Only ten caps, and you can be the first to know!"

[bobasheebaby]

Grey’s Anatomy Prompts

I’m going a tad stir crazy, so I decided to make a prompt list of 80 Grey’s quotes I love. This may have been done before but I don’t care. It’s mostly angsty prompts and it’s long as hell. (Break at 15)

1 “When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.” —Meredith Grey

2 “Don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun—you are.” —Cristina Yang

3 “Your choice, it’s simple: her or me? And I’m sure she’s really great. But I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” —Meredith Grey

4 “If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.” —Mark Sloan

5 “It always feels like there is just one person in this world to love. And then you find somebody else, and it just seems crazy that you were ever worried in the first place.” —Lexie Grey

6 “Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice, so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence.” —Meredith Grey

7 “Not everyone has to be happy all the time. That isn’t metal health. That’s crap.” —Meredith Grey

8 “Breakthroughs don’t happen because of the medicine. Real breakthroughs happen because someone is scared to death to stop trying.” —Derek Shepherd

9 “We don’t get unlimited chances to have the things that we want, and this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.” —Addison Montgomery

10 “And if you can't do it, if you aren't willing to keep looking for light in the darkest of places without stopping, even when it seems impossible, you will never succeed.” —Amelia Shepard

11 “Oh screw beautiful! I’m brilliant! If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.” — Christina Yang

12 “You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me.” — Derek Shepard

13 “The only time I don't feel like a ghost is when you look at me, because when you look at me, you see me. You see me. This is me.” — Owen Hunt

14 “It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.” — Richard Webber

15 “You are my person. You will always be my person.” — Christina Yang

16 “It doesn't matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up. But maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.” — Alex Karev

17 “Please, don't chase me anymore, unless you're ready to catch me.” — Callie Torres

18 “Change … we don’t like it, we fear it. But we can’t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change, or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t, is lying. But here’s the truth: Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes, change is good. Sometimes, change is … everything.” — Meredith Grey

19 “Intimacy is a four letter syllable for- here’s my heart and soul, please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy. It’s both desired and feared. Difficult to live with, impossible to live without” -Meredith Grey

20 “You can have the worst crap in the world happen to you and you can get over it. All you gotta do is survive.” -Alex Karev

21 Walk tall. All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You loved. You Lost. Walk tall.” -Mark Sloan

22 "Just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people."-Izzie Stevens

23 "I am woman. Hear me roar." - Miranda Bailey

24 "I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?" -Jackson Avery

25 “If you want crappy things to stop happening to you, stop accepting crap and demand something more.” -Cristina Yang

26 “You didn't love her! You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her, because you don't destroy the person that you love!” - Callie Torres

27 I am not an ugly duckling. I'm a swan."-April Kepner

28 “Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big 'pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window', unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” - Meredith Grey

29 “I’ve had to give up things but what I’ve learned is that I don’t need much. I don’t need much to be happy.” -Arizona Robbins

30 “I need the day off. For drinking.” -Addison Montgomery

31 "It turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who we really are." -Denny Duquette

32 “In the beginning everyone is there, but then they forget.” - Amelia Shepherd

33 "Knowing is better than wondering. Waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying." -Meredith Grey

34 “You have to go back to the beginning to understand the end.” -Teddy Altman

35 “Yeah we’re friends…I mean right now I’d probably say you’re one of my best friends.”-George O’Malley

36 “I’m just gonna feel bad that I made it so you can never love again” -Jo Wilson

37 "The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes." -Owen Hunt

38 “There’s a land called passive agressiva, and you’re their queen” -Derek Shepherd

39 “Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. I’ll win. I always win.” -Meredith Grey

40 “I take things personally. I get emotional.” -Lexie Grey

41 “Stop looking at my like that. Like you’ve seen me naked” -Meredith Grey

42 “Pretty good is not good enough, I want to be great.” -Cristina Yang

43 "Don't let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence." - Meredith Grey

44 “Let’s just make-out on the couch.” -Nathan Riggs

45 "Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop." -Meredith Grey

46 “Deal with your jealousy. Deal with your shortcomings. Don’t put your crap on me.” -Stephanie Edwards

47 "I know I'm not a lot of things that you've gone for in the past - I know, but I would never leave you. I would never hurt you. And I will never stop loving you.." -George O’Malley

48 “Sometimes you have to be a shark.” -Lucy Fields

49 “Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m damaged goods. I’m still me. I’m still here.” -Adele Webber

50 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

51 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

52 "For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything." -Alex Karev

53 "You can't be an ass to me all day and then expect me to give you respect." - Lexie Grey

54 “Some days, the whole world seems upside down. And then somehow, and probably, when you least expect it, the world gets right again.” -Meredith Grey

55 “Shut up. Dance it out.” -Cristina Yang

56 “We may only be together five minutes every two months, but when we do we will savor every second. We know how valuable those five minutes are.” -Ben Warren

57 “There comes a point when you have to suck it up and stop whining and start living” -Callie Torres

58 “Please don’t give up on me. Promise. Promise me you won’t.” -Arizona Robbins

59 “Bad things happen, but you have to move past it. Leave it behind. The sooner, the better. Or it’ll eat away at you and stop you from moving forward.” -Miranda Bailey

60 “This is the way the world changes. Good people, raising babies right” -Catherine Avery

61 “The problem is we are human. We want more than to just survive. We want to love.” -Lexie Grey

62 "There's a club. The Dead Dads/Moms/Parents Club. And you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss... My dad/mom/parent’s died when I was AGE. NAME, I'm really sorry you had to join the club." -Cristina Yang

63 “I’m going to die because these people aren’t properly trained” -Derek Shepherd

64 “I believe if you were dead, the world would be a better place” -George O’Malley

65 “You think you broke me, NAME? You’re the one who put me back together.” -Mark Sloan

66 “I want so much for you. For both of us. So much more than this. More than being stuck with someone who feels stuck. I want you to feel free.” -Callie Torres

67 “Every kiss before the right kiss doesn’t count anyway” -Derek Shepherd

68 “The expected is what keeps us steady. It’s the unexpected that changes our lives forever.” -Meredith Grey

69 “Promise that you’ll love me, even when you hate me.” -Meredith Grey

70 "The problem is, fairytales don't come true. It's the nightmares that always seem to become the reality." -Meredith Grey

71 “How are you fine? How are you just completely fine? I am ruined, okay? I am dead, I am wrecked." -Cristina Yang

72 “I didn’t like teenage girls when I was a teenage girl.” -Cristina Yang

73 “So you fight. Until you can’t fight anymore.” -Amelia Shepherd

74 “Don’t analyze everything. Just do it.” -Alex Karev

75 “Some lies aren’t lies. They’re love.” -Meredith Grey

76 “That’s where love exists, in delusional fantasies.” -Meredith Grey

77 "Friends are the family we choose." -Meredith Grey

78 "Don't ever date a man who can't handle your power." - Meredith Grey

79 "It’s not hard. It’s painful but it’s not hard. You know what to do already. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in this much pain." —Miranda Bailey

80 “You’re my heaven. But maybe ... maybe I’m your hell.” — Denny Dequette

[geekkatsblog]

Grey's Anatomy season 17 episode 4

(Get these characters some Ragu sauce because they've been through enough.)

This episode has been the best for the season so far, I loved it.

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Jackson and Jo

(Never thought I'd have to put them in a title together.)

Jackson and Jo I was intrigued at first when they were being just friends but then they swapped it and slept together. At this point I'm not sure if I like the pairing it's kinda odd borderline cringe, but maybe it'll change. It might be because it came on so suddenly and different. They've pledged to be a friends with benefits thing which is for the best, because Jackson really does go through clothes like he does clothes, but we all know how that is going to end up, someone is going to catch feelings and I don't think it's going to be Jo.

Honestly I'm not sure what they're doing with Jackson. He hasn't had a plot in a really long time it seems like they're just using him as a general filler to put the ladies in relationships, and where did my baby Harriet go she carried the show for the few seconds she was in it last time.

Other than their new arrangement neither Jackson nor Jo have any pressing plots at the moment.

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Link and Amelia

(Currently carrying the Grey's relationship game.)

Before we get into it can I just express how adorable it was seeing Amelia gardening and mothering. She's really doing a great job.

And Link and his one man band serenading his son is adorable as well. He's an awesome father as everyone knew he would have been.

The pandemic and the possibility of Meredith dying is getting to them, as it would for anyone in their positions. I loved that he sat with Amelia and allowed her to feel all her feelings. Link has been the only partner Amelia has had who actually listened to her instead of talking over her concerns and dismissing them and in return she sat with him and allowed him to process his grief in the way he preferred to. Their levels of communication is on point right now and I am excited to see where it goes. Then there's also the scene where she's afraid for Meredith, her and Meredith had a rocky start and even now they don't have the best relationship but still it's great to see the moments where they let us know that they do care about each other.

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Nico and Levi

(At this point I'm sad to put these two names together up here.)

I shipped those two so strong at the beginning but now I just want Levi to stand up for himself and leave Nico hanging, give him some time to let him realise what a good thing he is messing up. I'm still seething at his hypocrisy calling Levi a baby gay and lowkey pressuring Levi to come out to and move out of his mother's basement only for him to find out that Nico hasn't come out to his parents either and worst of all basically left him homeless by putting him out.

I was sad to see that Levi was falling down the same rabbit hole again. Levi hunny you deserve better. At the beginning of the episode when they had that awkward hi moment I was like oh no here we go again. Jo's reaction to finding out about them was perfect their friendship really has grown on me. It was a little odd at first but I approve of them as each other's persons, and for Jo to let him know he's worth more until Nico gets his crap together.

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Owen

Oh Owen, no just no, he miss diagnosed a patient because he didn't look at the whole picture and just saw a piece, however he took the time to educate himself so I'm feeling a little better, I was expecting him to get mad or offended but he wasn't he took it in stride usually some of the doctors would tend to get snippy at the resident's when they pointed out that they made a mistake but he didn't. This is a common mistake made where doctors don't take into concept ethnicity when they're diagnosing patients and I'm glad they touched on this topic.

Owen has no other current plots at this point to touch on, at least until him and Teddy talk again.

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Richard Webber

Meredith better be alright and come out unscathed, because if she does that will destroy Webber. He was so stressed all episode trying to make the decision of whether to put Meredith in the trial or not and I could only imagine the panic that went through him when he heard her mention George. Finally he made the decision to put her in the trial. Her reason for putting her as her POA was because Richard tends to be calm in most situations but she underestimated how important she is to everyone in the hospital they were all literally only interested in her during the briefing, and seeing him in her room all the time was adorable she was alone yet not alone at the same time because he was always in the room watching over her. He is the father that Meredith never had.

__________________________________________Bailey

(Her plot is apparently coming next week)

She really didn't do much other than educate Owen, worry over Meredith and express her concern about her parent's recent move to an assisted living facility.

Seeing her and George together again warmed my heart and seeing her on the beach with Meredith was a surprise as well especially because the few conversations they had in season 16 were the most I'd seen them talk about things that didn't involve work, but they've been together from the beginning along with Richard and been with her through it all, they're all a family and even though her and Meredith have their ups and down they have a similar relationship to Amelia and Meredith they fight sometimes but when push comes to shove they are there for each other.

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Teddy

(A moment of silence for season 5 through 7 Teddy. May she rest in peace.)

Her plot wasn't so much as about her as it was about Meredith but I understand her concern about Meredith dying under her watch. The whole hospital was basically looking over her shoulder with pitchforks for incase she screwed up. It's a lot of pressure when Meredith Grey is your patient, and after the whole her being heard cheating on Owen with Tom by the whole OR the eyes were probably sharper than ever.

But then onto the worst part, her going to visit Tom. Now I know he said he was going to move on for his own sake, but out of all the times they broke up or separated he has never actually ignored her he would have answered even if it was to say go away and even so he has Covid and wasn't answering the door, why didn't she try to open the door or call 911 that's concerning. She could have even threatened to call the ambulance first just to make sure he wasn't really ignoring her. That would have gotten a response from him for sure. But I just can't fathom how she just left after getting no answer from him.

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Maggie

(Get it hun.)

Her and Winston are so cute and they haven't even met in person yet. Seeing the way how they handled the whole dinner with his father was a nice moment. The dinner was super awkward and he managed to make me hate his dad in one scene. This one seems to be the real deal for Maggie she isn't freaking out at the pace like she usually does and took the invitation to family dinner quite well. I'm glad to see she's no longer a cheerleader but now has a life of her own and probably soon maybe even a plot.

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Tom Koracick

(Take Owen instead.)

NOOOOOO not Tom, we haven't gotten to see his character development yet. And why has he been through as much as someone who has been on the show since season 6 give the dude a break man. The whole time I knew he was going to get worst being asymptomatic doesn't necessarily mean that you won't get them later plus the fact that they sent him home alone was enough to know that something was going to go bad.

First thing first the rest of the doctors are sickening the way they treat him, can he come on strong and be a douche yes but I remember Bailey telling George at one point when he was making fun of Karev that they still had to be on his side even if they didn't like him. They are not on Koracick's side they just sent him home to rot and now it may very well cost him his life. I know Meredith is the sun but they could have at least kept Tom in the hospital to just to monitor him or if that wasn't able to happen they could have kept better tabs on him to make sure he was ok.

Am I the only one who's seeing Helm as his intern later in the future? They clearly have the same taste in video games and they would get along better when he becomes more open to people. Plus idk Helm just reminds me of someone in Nuero or even cardio, she has that tough attitude and strong drive like Cristina and Stephanie etc.

I don't think he's going to die though or at least I hope he's not going to die. Bailey's mother is there for a reason I more see her as the one to die.

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Meredith

Last but certainly not least is Meredith am I the only one who suspected that George was next Ellen Pompeo and T.R Knight have a good relationship off set. If anyone was coming back it was going to be George. I can't see Eric Dane coming back. Chyler is filming Supergirl in Vancouver I think and the others are still alive which makes it more unlikely for them to show up on the beach unless if they heard about Meredith being sick and came back to help or something.

Either way I was ecstatic when I saw George, as I said at some point before he was one of those characters that I didn't like before but the more I watched the show the more I appreciated him until he became one of my favorite characters on the show. He's every bit as 'Georgelike' as I remember him. The only thing was I was a little peeved at the fact that she got to be close to George and talk about her kids with him and not Derek but as I realised later apparently Derek is death and when she reaches him it means she choose to live. Which I'm ok with I guess it was good just seeing them again, and it was even better when we got to see the 4 OG's sitting together again even if it was just in a dream.

She has to pick her kids, they need her and so does GreySloan, she needs to live.

I'm hoping she recovers soon, as much as I would like to see even more visitors at the beach. Has Meredith not been through enough? Although this is as peaceful as I've seen her to be completely honest.

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Next week is looking extremely dramatic already.

Meredith seems to be getting better although who knows how long that will last.

Koracick is worst like I said before I don't think he will actually die but something extremely dramatic is going to happen besides him being near death it might be another peice to the Teddy, Owen and Tom love triangle seeing that they're both working on him.

And the last part I saw was Bailey's mom I knew her talking about her parents all of the sudden meant that something was going to happen to one or both of them. Unfortunately I think she might be the one to die Grey's has a habit of bringing in secondary characters when too many primary characters are at risk. Plus it'll give Bailey her plot which I'm lowkey ok with because Chandra Wilson's Emotional scenes are always on point.

[julessworldd]

Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

@slashscowboyboots​ @roger-taylors-car​ @reigns420​ @awildkaitlynhasappeared​ @ginny-rose-sixx​ @izzysguitar​ since you liked the post last night about the upcoming fic :)

High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year. 

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date.  Felt like it was yesterday.. 

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute.. 

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms.  "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed.  Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was. 

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros.  I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero. 

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me.  I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings. 

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk.  It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too. 

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything.  "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back.  "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around. 

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat. 

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers. 

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late." 

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room. 

 "Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled. 

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled.  Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused. 

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around.  "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil.  "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist. 

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me”  I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again. 

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection. 

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe.  I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek.