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auratux · 10 months

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Opinions on how the Bll characters would react when you tell them that you’re afraid that you’re holding them back? And you know the ‘you deserve better’ insecurities.

omgomg I love this 🥹🫶

includes: Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami, Rin, Chigiri and Nagi

warnings: angst, hurt comfort (if I labeled that right..)

Bachira Meguru

He’d be real sad that you even thought about that in the first place

It makes him think to himself if he never gave you enough reassurance or showed his appreciation to you

He’d want you to tell him why you felt that way in the first place and hopefully, you two could come to an understanding. He was big on communicating.

“I can’t keep holding you back, Meguru,” you whisper pitifully, staring down at your hands that were enveloped in his. “You have to focus on your future.”

“What makes you think that, honey?” He asks gently. His heart aches to see you in this state and wishes he could take all your pain and put it on his shoulders. “Please tell me.”

“You’re so close to reaching your dream and becoming pro and it feels that I’m the one who is stopping you from pursuing and taking the spot on the national team. If it were my fault that you didn’t go, I’d hate myself.”

“Do I make you feel that way..?”

“No!” You shake your head. “It’s me thinking that. I just don’t want to be that person who stops you from doing what you want most.”

“Darling..” his finger curls under your chin, tilting your head up. His yellow orbs staring into your own— your irises gleaming from the tears that fall. “If anything, you’re the reason why I’m pushing to go pro. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I’m at. I can’t do it without you. I need you with me.”

“R-Really..? You mean that?”

“Every word. You’re my rock and I can’t do this without you. Please don’t think you’re holding me back. You’re motivating me to be the best version of myself.”

Isagi Yoichi

At first, he doesn’t believe you and thinks you’re joking but once he notices your tear-stained face he snaps out of it.

Isagi knows what it’s like to feel like you’re holding people back — he felt that way years ago when he played with his school team.

He feels that he’s not the best comforter with words but he knows that him being there for you and listening is more than enough — and you feel that way too

"I just can't stand the fact that I feel as if I'm holding you back from what you really want, Yoi. I feel like a burden"

And an arrow pierces right through his heart. His mouth is agape as he listens to you pour your heart out on the couch in the middle of the night. Prior, you were both enjoying a movie while cuddling when suddenly you said that you couldn't do it.

"You aren't a burden.."

"Then why do I feel like one?" you whimper, your sad eyes glaring into his own. "I feel like a failure of a girlfriend who can't even let her boyfriend do what he wants!"

Just like that, you break down in front of him for the second time that night. He hates the position he put you in. He never realized or never intentionally wanted you to feel this way. For all he knew, he felt that you guys were on the same page.

His ray of sunshine that could brighten up any dull room was now surrounded by dark grey clouds of doubt and insecurity.

"come here," he mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder and running it down your back, bringing you close to him. His other hand strokes the back of your head. His lips press against the top of your head, listening to your muffled cries.

"Listen, I know we both know I'm not the best comforter, but I'll always try my best to put a smile on your face. I don't want you to have these thoughts and I'm glad you could tell me. But know, I wouldn't be here without you, and damn won't continue without you."

Kunigami Rensuke

when you approached him with a teary expression he immediately goes into protective mode. who did it? Where were they? does he know them? doesn't matter, he's gonna get to the bottom of it

but when you tell him what's upsetting you, he goes straight to comforting you and relieving you from the doubts surrounding your mind

"I know how much you worked and how far you pushed for this and I feel that you could reach your full potential without me here. I mean, maybe you have to go on without me and start a new chapter..."

"Is that how you truly feel?"

"yes," you whisper pitifully, refusing to meet his eyes. you aren't sure what he's thinking and honestly, you want to keep it that way. it would hurt too much to find out if he's looking down at you with disgust or thinking you're insane.

"look at me."

A small noise in refusal and a shake of your head is your response. He lets out a small sign and scoots closer to you, squeezing your bare thigh. "Come on, don't be that way."

"Why aren't you mad?"

"Mad?" he asks in confusion. "Why would I be mad?" His question now caught you off guard as you snap up to look at him. His eyes soften once he notices a tear trailing down the swell of your cheek and down your chin.

"Because I just implied I'm holding you back."

"So why would I-" he starts then silences. "Do you think this is the most important thing to me?"

"Kinda yeah.."

"No," he lets out a small chuckle, a smile breaking out onto his lips. "you got it all wrong."

"How?" you whisper. "It's basically your dream."

"My dream? Football is dandy and all but it's not going to be here forever. My real dream is to be able to spend every moment with you. You're the most important thing to me. Don't think otherwise."

Chigiri Hyoma

when you tell him how you feel, he feels guilty and gets to the point where he almost starts crying with you.

he wants nothing more than to whisk you into his arms and calm you down and remove those awful thoughts away.

eventually, he's gonna need reassurance in the end since he feels he failed you as a boyfriend

"Are you holding back because you're worried about your leg? Or you don't want to go far because of me?"

That question caught him off guard when you guys were getting ready for bed. Never in his life had Chigiri thought that you would think something as silly as that. At least he never had a reason to think that, unless he gave you that impression.

Once that question was released into the air, it led to a discussion that ended with both of you crying. You were crying because you were apologizing for asking such and felt guilty for even thinking it. He was crying due to your crying.

He hated to see it. He wasn't an emotional guy, he was quite reserved for the most part. It was always guaranteed for him to cry when you did. It was like a trigger for him.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I never wanted to make you feel insecure. In fact, I'm supposed to do the opposite and make everything feel better."

“No, Hyoma, I’m sorry for asking that question. I don’t know what came over me to ask it but I’m sorry.”

His pink locks sway with the shake of his head. His hand brings the back of your head closer to his chest and suddenly you guys are starting to rock back and forth slowly.

“You have every right to be asking questions like that. Please don't apologize for asking. I'm not upset you asked it."

"Are you sure...?"

"yes darling," he whispers, his cheek pressing up against the crown of your head. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"Because I wish I never gave you that impression and wish you can see how much I can accomplish with you by my side. You're not going anywhere. I need you."

Nagi Seshiro

hearing the words come out of your mouth distracts him from his game which results in him turning it off and looking at you in disbelief

he wasn't sure if you meant it actually considering you knew how lazy he was to do anything but regardless, he gave you his full undivided attention

"you deserve better than me."

"There's no one I want. I want you."

you sign, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "you're only saying that to make me feel better."

"Yeah that's kind of what I was going for, but I truly mean it. Believe me. I only want you." Nagi reaches for your hand, tugging you closer to his body. His hand trails down to your waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

"I don't want anyone else wearing my jersey and being my personal cheerleader. It makes me feel like I'm the best player in the world."

"You mean that...?"

"Mhm," he nods. "Without you, I don't know what I would be doing if I'm being honest. I'd probably be cooped up in my room and play games."

"You do that already..."

"Yeah, but this is different, honey. I'd be doing that alone and playing football. Doesn't that sound boring?"

"Well, I guess it does," you mumble, playing with the end of his shirt.

"What I'm trying to say is that there is no one else I want. There's no one who could replace you. You're my everything. I want to do all of those things, with you. Only you."

Itoshi Rin

at first, he doesn't know what to do.

what you're telling him reminds him of how he felt all those years ago with his brother. Unlike you, Rin's support system was no longer present and he wouldn't put you in that same position.

"I'm just confused where you got this feeling from. Am I neglecting you?"

"No, Rin. It's just when I met you, football was all you ever spoke about. Hell, it was practically your life and even after we got together you talked about it when we were alone. I just feel that you can't achieve what you want with me here..."

And there it was.

After his brother had left him behind all those years ago, it still affects him today. He never knew he dragged those feelings with him into your relationship.

No doubt Rin felt anger when his older brother left. He had some regrets and the majority of those regrets were not telling his brother how it made him feel.

Did Rin have to leave you behind in order to grasp his dreams?

Suddenly all those feelings long ago washed over him. Guilt, sadness, and anger welled up in his head to the point where he was even suffocating in his own thoughts.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, looking down at his lap. "I never realized I put those thoughts into your head."

"It's okay, Rin. I know you didn't mean it."

"No, it's not okay." He looks back up at you, eyes sadden at your sorrowful expression. He reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "I know how you feel and it's awful. I never wanted you to feel the same way he made me feel."

"Rin..."

"I'm not him," he starts. "I don't want you to leave. I need you here with me. I want you at every game, wearing my jersey and screaming my name. You're my biggest supporter and I wouldn't change it for the world."

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mcatmemoranda · 2 years

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This is one of the handouts parents get if their kids have high lead levels. It's called "Lead and Nutrition."

In NH, children are screened for lead poisoning at ages 1 and 2 with the finger prick test. If the level is high, they need a blood draw to confirm the lead level (venous blood draw).

Parents should wet mop floors and windowsills, clean children's pacifiers and toys, wash kids's hands often.

Ask parents about behavioral problems, developmental delays/disabilities, excessive mouthing (putting keychains in mouth; items like that could have lead in them)/pica (eating non-nutritional items), whether housing was built prior to 1978, whether their child-care facility was built before 1978, whether their housing has renovations, whether the child is a recent refugee/immigration/international adoption, whether parents' job could expose them to lead (welding, renovating, painting, fishing, stain glass, target shooting, jewelry making), whether they imported any spices that could contain lead (turmeric, sindoor, surma, orange shringar, asafetida).

You need to do annual developmental surveillance and may refer for early childhood education/stimulation programs.

When you screen for lead in office with the finger prick, you have to wash the child's hands with soap and water first.

Symptoms of lead poisoning include stomach aches, headaches, trouble paying attention, developmental delays, behavior issues, problems eating and sleeping, speech/language delays.

Long term effects: slowed growth, poor school performance, hyperactivity, aggression, brain/kidney/nerve damage.

Home, water, and soil should be tested for lead.

Parents should feed children foods high in calcium, iron, and vitamin C.

Tx of high enough BLL: chelation with succimer of calcium disodium edetate. Succimer — Succimer (meso-2,3-dimercaptosuccinic acid) is a water-soluble analog of dimercaprol (British anti-Lewisite, BAL) that can be administered orally [48,49]. Like dimercaprol and CaNa2EDTA, succimer increases the urinary excretion of lead. Like dimercaprol, CaNa2EDTA increases the urinary excretion of lead through the formation of a nonionizing, soluble chelate.

Symptoms attributable to lead poisoning can include intermittent vomiting, anorexia, and abdominal pain (lead colic); intermittent irritability or lethargy; and/or lead encephalopathy (eg, persistent vomiting, persistent lethargy or coma, headache, or afebrile convulsions)

From UpToDate:

EMERGENCY MEDICINE (ADULT AND PEDIATRIC) (November 2021)

New threshold for elevated blood lead in United States children

●For children younger than six years of age in the United States, the reference value for an elevated blood level is 3.5 mcg/L (0.17 micromol/L).

Detectable blood lead levels (BLLs) are associated with neurocognitive deficits in infants and children less than 6 years old, and targeted screening of at-risk children is recommended. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has lowered the blood lead level (BLL) threshold for action to 3.5 mcg/dL (0.17 micromol/L) from the previous level of 5.0 mcg/dL (0.24 micromol/L) [1,2]. At or above this threshold, specific interventions should be taken based upon the degree of BLL elevation. For children with BLLs below 3.5 mcg/dL, the limit of detection for lead varies by laboratory, and the actual blood lead value may be close to or above the threshold. Thus, some children may need to be retested depending upon age or other risk factors.

With chronic ingestion or inhalation, lead can be incorporated into the skeletal system, which becomes an endogenous reservoir of lead that is resistant to elimination. While chelating agents can bind to lead in blood, they are ineffective in removing lead from the deep bone stores.

I had twin pts who both had EBLL of 5 mcg/dL in August and level of 4 mcg/dL today. One of them hadn't grown as much as her twin, so there was concern that the EBLL might be affecting her growth. Scheduled both pts for f/u with repeat venous BLL, CMP, iron level, CBC in 3 months.

Tx: BLL less than 45 mcg/dL = no need for chelation; get abdominal X-ray if pt has signs of excessive mouthing (puts everythin in their mouth) or pica (eats non-food items). If you see lead chips, can do whole bowel irrigation. Clean the home and toys. Make sure kids get 5 servings veggies and fruits a day with vitamins including iron. Wash their hands. If BLL is greater than 45 mcg/dL, chelation is necessary.

#lead #lead poisoning #peds #EBLL #chelation

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i-bring-crack · 3 days

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Anyways, romance. This whole point was to get them together but oh, too many characters!! Let's change their status into "busy" for a certain amount of time. Enough time for other Alphas to attempt to flirt or court the two Omegas but lo and behold, their (soon to be) significant other is right beside them or behind their back, releasing threatening and terrifying auras and scents. A hand on the waist, neck (Jin-woo is the only one who did this to Jin-Chul. Joonghyuk is a tsundere *gets struck by lightning* I mean a coward. He holds Dokja anywhere appropriate except the neck. It's the most intimate place to hold unto in this AU anyway. Yes I forgot to mention Jin-woo and Jin-chul are a littleee bit ahead on their romance than the other two), an arm around their shoulders, holding hands, etc. They're jelly‼️‼️‼️ no not the kind of jelly you can eat /j I think I'm funny. But they do that too when there's no one around. For what? For the tension that keeps building up. Everyone has to constantly scent the two. They pretend to not like it but go "omg you feel this euphoria everytime we scent you??" to their other Omega companions. While everyone scent them by rubbing their wrist into the two Omega's scent glands, the two Alphas scent them by shoving their faces into their neck. Is that too much? Did that sound too- anyways. On to the courting. The two Alphas are trying to court them, but not with traditional or normal stuff like flowers, blankets or pillows, no, they court them by giving them powerful weapons, protective gear, expensive jewelry and whatnot. They did gift them a scented clothing though (a shirt from Joonghyuk to Dokja and a sweater from Jin-woo to Jin-chul. Soft, smooth, and drenched in the Alpha's scents). Ofc the Omegas give them something in return, an answer to their courting. Dokja also gifts Joonghyuk expensive stuff and buffed weapons. They're competing at this point. Jin-chul gifts Jin-woo blankets (ones he scented himself), cooks for him, and sometimes clothing like long-sleeves shirts (he would never admit outloud that he loves likes to see Jin-woo in long-sleeves. With the sleeves rolled, exposing his forearms). Fast forward to the week of the Omega's Heat (this was longer than I intended to write 😭), all four of them aren't surprised to see and hear their friends excuses on why they can't be there. Honestly they were hoping they would be alone, which was granted (Everyone, even the kids, smirks and high fives after they exit the room/building/house. "I told you so"s t-shirts are gonna go out of stock). Cue Joonghyuk being in Dokja's apartment and Jin-woo in Jin-chul's. Cue the Alphas cooking the Omegas meals, bathing them when the Heat is too strong and they are unable to move properly, cuddling with the Omegas, reassuring them (for reasons unknown. Jk I just wanted fluff), and doing every action that is gentle, caring and all. They do leave the Omegas alone when they grow ehem, yk. Only coming back when the Omegas tell them to do so. Mating comes after the 9/100 dates is finished‼️ at the end of the Omegas Heats though, they did agree on becoming each other's mates. Claiming bites occurred and when they showed their faces to the outside world again everyone is wearing an "I told you so" t-shirt and teasing them. "Thank god you all finally got together. I fear I was going to get married first before you did." "Congratulations, can I show you the wedding plan I did for you all now?" "Finally." "You finally grew some blls or should I say, a uteru—" "Finally." Anyways that's all. I wrote this in your ask box or whatever this is lol. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to add stuff or continue this! Part three, the last. for the love of god pls send 😭

Haha I squealed and laughed a lot in this so thanks for giving it to mee! I really liked it and im happy you got to share it in my ask box! Im surpisingly very bad at my abo stuff (and my cross over stuff) so I might not have much to say, either way this was very enjoyable to me! certainly loving these kinds of fluffs and crazy aspects of life, abo is nice to see once in a while as well, and the fluf ideas of jinchul and dokja being well taken cared of by their mates or the idea of being boded AH thats so delicious!

#solo leveling #asks p3

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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TW: actual fuckin’ Nazis

I work at a deli in the northeastern United States. Blue state. I like my job and (almost all) of my coworkers, but we have at least one regular who is literally a fucking Nazi. At least twice he has handed cashiers bills with swastikas, “1488,” and the zodiac sign (their newest appropriation, apparently) on them. The first time he just handed it to our overnight guy straight-up. I was the second one and apparently our fascist is a bit shy in the daylight: the defaced bills were hidden between normal ones and I didn’t notice them until I nearly gave one to another customer as change! Most recently we found one of the signs by our front door vandalized with a 5x8ish sticker bearing Hitler’s face and the caption, “Next time no more Mr. Nice Guy,” which is just. SO much to unpack.

This is infuriating for all the obvious, “holy shit there are Nazis around!!” reasons, but it also makes my job harder. Now I make sure to check all the bills I give out as change for Nazi shit, but I have to be subtle as to not be weird in front of other customers. I’ve settled on flipping each bll in my hand as I count it out, but this makes the transaction longer and results in me handing people their money upside down. I also try to inspect the building for further vandalism every time I have to go outside for anything, but that task is getting more and more unpleasant the colder it gets.

tl;dr: Nazi lives don’t matter. Fuck this customer in particular.

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infiniteoddball · 3 years

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Dashed Waves pt. 3

A/N: I really didn’t plan on writing a part three, but I couldn’t help myself! The beginning is kind of redundant. I am sorry about that! I hope that y’all like this and enjoy! Here is part one & part two. Tags: Angsty, but also love! Word Count: 3132 Tagged Readers: @storiesofsvu @vivis-ghost-wife @svushots @wall1418

You grunted, bringing the axe down, enjoying the way the wood split. The first time that you had started doing this, you realized how weak you were. Now? You had a stronger body. After you had left the White House, you told your Mom everything. You cried into shoulder as she soothingly rubbed your back. You lost her seven months later to ovarian cancer. You moved to Rangeley, Maine after you helped your Dad pack up all of your mom’s possessions. You grabbed up the logs of wood heading back into your home so you could start cooking dinner.

You didn’t mind being out of the public eye. However, you would find yourself missing your old job every now and again. Even though running a business was hard work, it was nothing like the thrill of working for the White House. You dropped the logs beside the old fireplace before bringing your eyes up. You stared at the picture of you and Elizabeth in bed. She was looking at you, laughing. Your face was blurry from your last minute movement. This was your favorite picture of the two of you.

Your mind drifted to Elizabeth, feeling an intense spark of brief sadness before you moved towards the kitchen. At first, you struggled to move back into a normal life. You felt as though you were wrought with sadness between losing Elizabeth then your Mom. You didn’t know when it happened, but eventually you found a new appreciation for life. Moving had helped. The sounds of the constant waves and a friendly town helped you to piece your soul together. You learned how to slow down and you learned how to appreciate life again.

Even though you had left the White House, you never stopped following Elizabeth’s career. A surge of pride filled your body as you started to cut some potatoes. You frowned at the knock on the door. You glanced at your watch, realizing it was only five-thirty, “Bll! What did I tell you about coming so early! I told-” Your voice died in your throat as your eyes fell on Elizabeth standing behind a secret service agent.

“Ma’am we need to clear the premise.” She spoke gently.

You step back, not taking your eyes off of Elizabeth. You dig your nails into your palm to make sure that this isn’t a dream. You feel your breathing quicken as the agent calls out clear as Elizabeth looks at you just intently. You feel your heart hammer against your ribcage with the way her hair freely blew across her face.

“May I come in?”

“Yes,” You whisper with a nod. You turn away, quickly cancelling your plans with Bill promising an explaination later as you stare, standing a few feet from Elizabeth, “I voted for you in the second election,” You state.

Elizabeth lets out a slight laugh, “I didn’t come here to discuss politics. I am done with that.”

“Elizabeth I-” Your words are swallowed as Elizabeth closes the space between your bodies in two strides, her warm, pliable mouth covering yours.

You hold onto her jacket pulling her closer as you feel tears burning your eyes before they slip down your face. Her scent makes your head dizzy as you thread your fingers into her hair. This was a moment you had only dreamt of. Now, it was here. You groan, tilting your head as you open your mouth to her, tasting her familiar taste. You slowly pull away, chest heaving, “I never stopped loving you,” You murmur, your eyes searching her face.

Elizabeth tucked a few strands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear, “I never stopped loving you either.”

You stood there, breathing heavily for a few minutes longer before slowly untangling from her, “How did you find me?” You hug yourself around your waist as you watch Elizabeth walk over to your mantle.

“The FBI used to work for me,” She answered, tossing a smile over her shoulder. She peeled her gloves off her hands before turning back to you. “Why Maine? Is this picture of us always up?”

“Far enough but still close enough. No, only when I am by myself is it out,” You shrug. You don’t know what to say. Only in your wildest dreams did you imagine she would ever be standing in front of you again.

Elizabeth looked down at her hands before looking up at you, “You really embodied coastal life, huh? I-Look I didn’t come here for small talk. My presidency is done. You sacrificed yourself in order to allow me to thrive. I don’t know how I can ever make that up to you.”

You switched your weight to your other foot, before stepping closer to her, “Don’t leave. Stay. I know we can’t just pick up right where we left off, but I think if we try, we can make it work.”

“I am still in the public eye,” Elizabeth said slowly.

“I can reacquaint myself,” You say, noticing the corner of her mouth twitch upwards.

“Y/N,” She says softly.

You look down at her hands, suddenly noticing the ring, “You’re engaged.” You state. How had you missed that? You cover your mouth, turning away.

“No. I bought this for myself because I didn’t want people to keep asking me if something was going to happen.” Elizabeth scoffed bitterly, “I mean, I am the first elected female president of the United States and all they could be worried about is whether or not I am going to be getting married again. Look at me...please.”

You kept your eyes down, staring at your sock clad feet, “I threw up the first time I saw that ring on your finger. I thought you moved on. I couldn’t blame you. I couldn’t even be mad because I wanted you to be happy. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t hurting.” You couldn’t bring your eyes up no matter how much you wanted to.

Elizabeth gently tilted your chin up until her eyes met yours, “I wanted to reach out, but I-I couldn’t. I didn’t trust anyone not to breach my trust so I could talk to you.”

You wipe away the tears falling down your face as you sniffle, “Elizabeth,” You say thickly, tucking your cheek against the palm of her hand. You look into her eyes.

“Leaving you...that was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I had to spend every day like the rumors weren’t true. I don’t want to be without you. I know that is selfish of me, but please,” Elizabeth gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, “I don’t want to be without you again.”

Wordlessly, you take her hand, leading her to your bedroom. You gently push her down, placing a knee on either side of her hips, “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” You whispered.

Elizabeth tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before pulling you into a kiss, “I am so sorry,” She mumbled against your lips, pulling you flush to her body.

You groan as you feel her hands exploring you over your clothes. You pull back slowly, holding her eye contact as you slowly unbutton your plaid shirt. You reach out, unbuttoning her blouse before pushing her shirt off her shoulders. You slowly pepper kisses along her collarbone.

Elizabeth sighed, as you pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, “Oh Y/N,” She groaned thickly. She flipped your bodies, looking down at you.

“Stop, I want to love you,” She murmured. Elizabeth slowly kissed down your stomach. She looked up at you, as she unbuttoned your pants, “I am not going anywhere.” She promised.

You groaned, lifting your hips as she yanked the jeans down your legs. She slowly pepper kisses along your panties, “I have dreamt about this.” She smiled at the way goosebumps rose on your flesh. She kissed down your leg, slowly up your inner thigh.

Gently, you grab her chin, “Elizabeth,” you murmur. You feel your breath hitch as she slowly kissed back up your body.

“Yes?”

“I-I can’t do this,” You whisper. You feel the tears slid out of the corner of your eyes, “I want to, but I-I can’t. I’m so sorry,” You mumble, feeling your chest heave.

Elizabeth slowly sat up, “Hey, hey.” She said gently, pulling you into her arms, “Deep breath.”

“I am so sorry.” You feel your body shake against hers as she pulled you closer, “I have dreamt about this for years. Now? Now I can’t even do this.”

“Y/N. Stop, please. I should have known we couldn’t pick up where we left off. I know you are struggling. So am I. I feel so selfish and I am so sorry.” Elizabeth gently kissed your temple before just hugging you.

You tucked your face into her neck, breathing in her scent as you cried. You hugged her tightly, as you felt your energy drain. You pulled back, wiping at your nose before you slipped away from her, pulling on your shirt.

“Can we just sleep? I have some pajamas you could borrow.”

Elizabeth smiled softly, “I would like that a lot.”

You nodded, “I will be right back.” You padded out to your kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of the dinner you were supposed to have with Logan. You gripped the counter, wishing more than anything you could talk to your mom.

Instead, you grabbed your phone, calling your father, “Daddy?” You whisper.

“Y/N. Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Daddy...she’s here.”

“What? She came back?”

“Yes. I didn’t think I would ever see her again and we have been talking and kissing and I-I thought I would be able to pick up where we left off, but I am struggling. I am struggling to be intimate and to be near her.”

He cleared his throat, “Baby. I know this is hard. I know you probably won’t want to believe this, but your mom and I? We had a similar situation. We both thought we would always be in love. No matter what. But when she got that job in London for six months, no matter how much I tried to deny it, I resented her. I was so angry, even though I said it was okay for her to go. The thing that saved our marriage was we talked. Well, talking is exactly what you are going to have to do with Elizabeth. Otherwise, you may have a few months of fun, but then it will die. Physicality can only save so much.”

You hugged a knee to your chest, sniffling, “Before mom died, she told me that I never needed anyone. I told her she was so wrong about that. No matter what, I have always needed you guys. I love you dad.”

“I love you too Y/N. Now, go and be happy. Try to find it again. Something caused you to protect her and give up an entire goal. Try to find that again and that is what will save your relationship.”

You nod, even though he can’t see as you wipe at your tears, “Thank you. I love you dad.”

“I love you too baby.”

You hang up your phone before grabbing two bottles of water, deciding to leave the dishes for tomorrow. You walk back to your bedroom, watching Elizabeth answer something on her phone before placing it on your bedside table. You hand her a bottle of water, and grab her some pajamas before sitting down next to her.

“Are you okay?” Elizabeth asked softly.

“I fell in love with you slowly.” You look at your chipped toe nail polish, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was very attracted to you from the get go, but I fell in love with you slowly. I fell in love with the way you fought for the underdog. I fell in love with the way your beautiful mind works. I fell in love with the way you laughed. The way you would hold your chin when someone had your full attention. I fell in love with the way you would genuinely laugh when you found something funny. Once I was in love with you, I knew I would do anything and everything to help you.”

Elizabeth listened quietly, absorbing everything you said. She took a deep breath, intertwining her fingers with yours, “I didn’t even know I was attracted to women until I met you. I felt like I was hit by a train when I realized I was in love with you. I fell in love with you because of the way you care. I had never met someone who genuinely cared about people while also being so strong. I had never met someone who was so smart, and funny, while also being themself around me. I am beyond in love with you. Watching you walk out that door, I felt a part of me die that day. I bought a ring to remind myself that I would be with you again one day,” She smiled, “I love you more than the moon.”

You moved closer to her, draping your legs over her lap, curling into her side, “I would love for you to meet my friends.”

“Did I interrupt a dinner you were supposed to have with a friend?”

“Yes. Logan. He knows that I will explain everything. Well, he knows about you. He will understand.”

“I wanted to call you every night,” Elizabeth said softly.

“Same,” You murmur, “But I knew I couldn’t call you. It was too risky.”

Elizabeth nodded, “You are so smart. I mean...you are brilliant,” Elizabeth laughed slightly, “I can’t believe you were able to get him off the scent of us with an exclusive about the Vice President and his affair.”

“Men bounce back, women don’t,” You shrugged.

Elizabeth smiled softly, “What is holding you back from opening up to me?”

“Are you willing to be out in public with me?” You look up at her finally, “You even said so yourself. You didn’t know that you were gay until you met me.”

Elizabeth kissed along your knuckles gently, “Yes. I don’t care. I wanted to come out after the first time we made love.”

You felt your cheeks flush, “Thank you,” you mumble before you click off your light. You wrap yourself around her, feeling as though everything might actually be okay.

***

Elizabeth moved around the kitchen, making eggs and hash browns. She hit the power button on the coffee maker before she plated the food. She made your coffee how you like it, smiling as you came in, “Hi,” She smiled, “I forgot how much I loved cooking. Andrew...he loved eggs and hashbrowns, I thought I would make it for you.”

You can’t help but smile, “Thank you.” You murmured, “I am expe-“ your words were cut off with the knock on your door, “Bill is here.”

“Oh..oh! I wasn’t, I didn’t-“

“Elizabeth, he drinks coffee. He doesn’t eat food in the morning.” You softly kissed her, before you walked to the front door.

“Bill!” You smiled, hugging him tightly.

“What is up with all the tinted windows out there?” He quipped, walking with you into the kitchen, “I thought only the-“ He stopped as his eyes fell on Elizabeth, “Madam Keane. I uh-hi.”

You cocked an eyebrow, laughing quietly into your hand, “Bill, this is my girlfriend. Elizabeth Keane.”

“Your girlfriend!?” He gaped, “You are dating the ex-president of the united states!?”

“Almost ex-president.” Elizabeth grinned.

“When are you done?” Bill questioned.

“I have nineteen more days to go,” She smiled.

“Wait you’re gay?” Bill felt his eyebrows furrow.

“Yes. Would you like to join us for breakfast? I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name,” Elizabeth said gently holding her hand out.

“Bill French,” He said, taking her hand in his.

“Well, Bill, it’s very nice to meet someone that is a good friend with my girlfriend.”

“Excuse me for being so thick skulled,” Bill cleared his throat, “You, Madam Elizabeth Keane, are dating my best friend Y/N & Y/ L/N.”

“Would it help to have it in writing?” You smirk.

“Shut up,” Bill frowned, rolling his eyes.

Elizabeth grinned, “Well, now that it has been cleared, how would you feel about joining us for dinner?”

Bill smiled, “I would love that. I know this is extremely weird, but would you like me to cook?”

“It’s not weird, I appreciate the offer, but please, I would love to cook if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all ma’am.”

“Bill, please call me Elizabeth.”

****

Nineteen Days Later

You can feel your hands shaking. Elizabeth had stayed with you for a week, before she had to go back to DC. You had barely made it off your plane before you saw the familiar flashing lights of cameras. You took a deep breath, walking towards the luggage belt before walking out. You inhaled deeply, feeling yourself buzzing. You missed DC more than you wanted to admit.

You had strode past the paparazzi before checking into your hotel. You felt excitement in your bones as you made yourself comfortable in your room. You felt so excited knowing that you were going to the inauguration with your girlfriend. You sat atop the bed, picking up your phone to call Elizabeth.

“Hello my love,” Elizabeth murmured.

“Hi,” You smiled, “I just checked in.”

“I should be able to come and see you shortly,” Elizabeth re-read over her draft, before signing off on the bill.

“Enjoy your day today. It’s your last day in office,” You said gently as you hung your inauguration outfit.

“All that is happening is that I am finalizing bills and saying goodbye to people. I would rather have you in my arms while we talk. I have missed you everyday that we were apart,” Elizabeth walked towards her window, “I can’t wait to walk out in the public with you.”

You bite your lip, as you sit atop the bed, “Are you sure about that?”

“I have never been more sure about anything in my life.”

****

You took a deep breath, smoothing your beige trench coat. You opted for a simple black dress underneath with white pump. You could barely take your eyes off of Elizabeth in her emerald green well tailored suit and black pumps. You knew her smile was genuine as your fingers intertwined with hers.

You took a deep breath as you finally walked out with her, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you two paused to speak with former presidents and first ladies. You felt shock flood your system as Elizabeth kissed you softly.

“Elizabeth,” You murmur.

“I am no longer hiding us,” She smiled.

#dashed waves #homeland #elizabeth keane #president #madam president

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theb1tchywitches · 5 years

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Just watched the first series of BLL in one night. Guess who is queuing up the next series. It’s this bitch

#who needs sleep right #i mean i do #fuck me im tired #and havent slept properly in 2 days #but fuck it right #sleep is for the weak #or for the week #am i right #hahahahahaha #shoot me #pls #on the other hand though this show is so fucking good #and im gonna buy the book #which i will read when my eyes arent itchy and burning #big little lies #bll

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jeffzadoks · 3 years

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A year with you

From: @hockeysometimes

To: @motoroilfanta

Summary: 5 times holster and ransom kissed and the first time it meant something.

Rating: M [language, moderate drinking mention, vague reference to sex]

Hi!! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. i love these boys so much! happy valentines!!

December 31st 2015

The bass of some remix of The Weeknd was way too loud in Holsters ears as he walks past the swish stereo system that the hotel had set up for the New Years party they were putting on. It was packed, not a single person was sitting down, everyone was up on the make-shift dance floor in the ballroom . He was significantly more sober than he would like to be since he was still underage until later in the New Year and you can only pre game so much from the lousy bits of booze they had left over from the pre christmas break kegster.

A hotel was not where Holster was expecting to be for New Years Eve but when the team made it into a new year’s day tournament he had to head back to Samwell early from christmas break on the 27th to get some practice in. For him it’s not as bad because at least he’s in the states but Ransom had to fly back from Toronto on Boxing Day and showed up to the Haus alone and turn the heat back on for everyone else coming the next day.

Rans who he was looking for in the sea of party goers, he had been wheeling some girl the last time he saw him but had left to try and swipe some more booze and now he has a full plastic champagne glass that he’s trying to remember to not crush in his kind of clumsy hands. He’s trying to scrunch his glasses up his nose when he feels a hand on his back and a voice yelling in his ear.

“Bro! There you are!” It was Ransom, Holster turned around and there were Rans, without the girl he was wheeling.

“I was trying to find you and uh what was’er name? Alicia? Thought i was going to be booted from the room” He says and Rans starts shaking his head.

“Nah bro turns out she’s totally cuffed anyways, any luck finding that midnight kiss?” Ransom chides, eyebrows raised in a chirp. They had both been trying to find someone to kiss at midnight, because like how lame would it be to not have someone, but from their excellent wing men routine, everyone there was either hooking up with someone else there, part of SMH or married couples and then there was them.

Holster snorts a laugh and takes a sip of the champagne in his hands, feeling the bubbles burn down his throat. Ransom takes that as a no and they check their watches almost in sync. 11:55pm, no way either of them were going to find someone in under 5 minutes. Holster cant lie, he’s almost glad neither of them found someone, it pleases the part of his brain that he doesnt think about; the part that wants Ransom a little more than a guy should want his D-partner/ Co-Captain.

He’s resolved himself to not kissing anyone at this point and he’s kind of lost in the sauce of it all when something Ransom says yanks him out of his head like he’s just been checked into the boards .

“....kissed each other” is all holster hears over the ringing in his ears, completely sure he hadn’t heard him right.

“Bro, what? I couldnt hear you over the music” He says and he’s trying to sound chill but if he heard right, he heard,

“What if we just kissed each other?” Ransom says like it’s really no big deal, sure both of them have openly hooked up with dudes before and that’s not the problem, holster is secure in his bisexuality but outside of some cuddling and bed sharing at roadies,,, they’ve never actually kissed before.

Holster takes a second but the chants of the countdown to midnight had started and he’s sweating and kind of nervous and he’s not sure what to say except when the chants hit two he grabs Ransoms face and plants a kiss on him as everyone around them cheers for the New Year. It’s soft and fast and just long enough for Holster to taste the cherry schnapps that Ransom pregamed with still on his lips. It's too much and not enough as they part and Holster pours the champagne left in his glass down his throat.

February 13th 2016

The NYE kiss gets swept under the rug and never talked about again. They went back to their room and Holster fully expected to have some heart moving conversation but Ransom got ready and went to bed like they usually would. Holster hasn’t thought about the kiss. Not at all, ever. He hasn’t thought about how badly he wants it to happen again and how much he liked the feeling of it. Never had he thought of that. If it was any other guy, he totally would of but,, this is Ransom. He can’t pine for him, it just, it doesn’t work. They’re bros, that’s it.

And now, it’s the day before Valentines day and he had somehow been talked into the idea of dressing up like cupid by said bro.

Holster adjusts the strap of his repurposed toga from their last greek party and turns in the mirror to check out the red angel wings. He was in the bathroom for a quiet moment, the music was way too sensual for someone who was as alone as him and he was having zero luck with the ladies that night, or really anyone for that matter. He totally fizzed out of a conversation with one of the soccer players who he’s hooked up with before and lost his chance there.

He hasn’t actually hooked up in a Long Time; at least way before he kissed Rans. He tries to tell himself that he’s just off his game, and everyones settled up for Valentines anyways, [not that he’s in love with Ransom ,that’s ridiculous]

He leaves the bathroom and heads back into the party, searching the crowd once again for his wingman. He swings by the kitchen for some cinnamon heart infused tub juice that was going down way easier than it should.

He takes his solo cup and heads up the stairs to see if maybe Rans was hiding up there, he does that sometimes. He peeks his head into Chow’s room since the door was open and finds a group of people sitting on the floor- one toga’d Ransom included. Holster shrugs and steps in to, slipping around to the opposite of the circle than Ransom, who grins when he sees him. Holster takes in the empty beer bottle in the middle of the floor and everyone gathered around it and has high school flashbacks.

“Are you guys seriously playing spin the bottle?” he manages to spit out before doubling over in laughter, nearly sloshing his drink out of the cup.

“Holtzy! This is a serious game of nostaliga, shut up sit down and spin the motha fuckin bottle bro,” Ransom says and of course Holster sits down, carful of his toga skirt and with a grieving sigh, spins the bottle, praying it doesnt land on Chowder. In his blind panic of potentially kissing chow, it doesn't hit him that he could also kiss Ransom again but that’s a 1 in 9 chance, 11.1111% probability his econ brain manages to tell him. Probability is not in his favour as the bottle finishes it spin and lands, very definitely in front of Ransom. There’s an awkward pause in the room and Chowder speaks up.

“You guys don’t have to-” it's almost too little too late as Holster folds onto his hands and knees over the bottle and sloppily kisses Ransom, pushing his mouth against the soft pouty lips he’s thought about everyday since the last time they kissed. It’s entirely too short for Holster, as they pull away and he sits back down, flattening his cupid costume out.

“That’s how you do it folks,”

March 26th 2016

“Alexei Fucking Mashkov is downstairs in Our Haus Holtzy.” Ransom says, full fetal position on the floor, Holster is trying his damn best to be the comforting best friend he always is when Rans is going through it but,, his own feelings about the situation may be clouding over his want to help.

It’s Easter or Keagster weekend on top of Ransoms 21st birthday the next day, but Haus rules say no parties on a holy sunday or some shit so they’re celebrating early, or they should be but instead, Holster is sat with his BLL on the floor trying to rub Ransoms back as he has a level 10 freak out about the fact that Jack brought along his ultimate man crush to the party.

Holsters only a little jealous, he totally doesn't think about how he Knows that Rans has gotten off thinking about Tater before and has talked in detail about how he would totally go for it if it were available to him. Nope, Holster doesnt think about it.

“I know bro, i was in the kitchen when he got here. It’s like fine, he’s a really lowkey dude.” Holster tries to reason, trying his best to just be there and not be a total ass. He takes a sip of his drink, “Just come down stairs and we can play some pong and get you laid for your birthday,” He continues, his stomach twisting a little as he says the last part.

Ransom sort of uncoils and stretches out, propping himself up on one hand, thinking, Holster can see he’s starting to come down a little bit. “Getting laid would be pretty nice,” Rans says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Holster has to stop himself from rolling his eyes and instead snorts out some kind of laugh.

“Ch’eah exactly, but you aren’t going to catch anyone up in your room avoiding everyone.” Holster says, he stands up, taking his drink with him and offering Rans a hand up, which he takes.

They’re face to face when he stands up and Holster grins, looking at the face he knows so well. Smooth skin and lines where dimples sit.

“Not to get soft on you but, thanks Holtzy, don't know what i’d do without you.” Rans says and leans forwards presses the most confusing and gentle kiss on Holsters cheek before continuing out the room with a holler of “BIRTHDAY BOY INCOMING” down the attic stairs, leaving Holster frozen in his spot, clutching his beer and trying to understand what the fuck just happened

October 31st 2016

Once again in costume, this time too tight spandex of a Superman costume that was definitely in a size too small,Holster sighs as he watches Ransom try to pick up a guy dressed likePoe from Star Wars. This halloween party at the bar in Boston they frequented since grad was both the best and worst thing to happen to Holster.

The pros were he got to see Ransom dressed up as Batman and that shit is a sight. The black spandex hugs everywhere just so and it’s all Holster has to not… stare or look too long. Over the summer of graduating and moving in with Ransom, Holster may have come to a realization with his feelings.

The cons were, He was, without a doubt, in love with Rans and it kind of killed him. He knew they’d never really be more than bros, even when Rans would come into his room across the hall at night cause he couldn’t sleep without him or when Rans would take pieces of his clothes just to have. It was all too close to coupley for him, and then the matching costumes that Ransom had picked up for them for this party. And now he has to stand and watch him pull out all the stops for this gorgeous oscar isaac wannabe asshole stealing all of Ransoms attention. He stands against the bar and kind of hangs out, just vibing to the music and finishes his drink and decides to see how Ransom was doing, they had moved a little further closer to the dance floor since he last looked.

“Oh! Bro, there you are” Ransom says upon catching sight of him, Holster nods and keeps a tight smile as he looks over Poe maybe a little more judgey than he wants to be. “This is Evan! He works for the Bruins, we’ve been talking about last years ‘yoffs,” He yells and Holster shakes his hand. They’ve been talking about.. Hockey? The guys been giving Ransom ‘Fuck Me’ eyes for the past twenty minutes, and theyve been talking about hockey

“Adam,nice to meet you!” Holster says, fully fucking confused. The three of them talk for a bit just about the teams until Evan offers to get drink refills and heads back to the bar and the two of them are left alone.

“So are you getting some of that galactic ass?” He chirps and Ransom rolls his eyes.

“That was a bad joke and you know it bro and oh no i'm pretty sure he’s straight, besides i'm not gonna pick up cause im with you? Be kind of a douche move.” Ransom explains and Holster snorts.

“Bro, he’s totally into you, trust me. You’re looking like a whole snack tonight.” He says and he’s teetering un bro like compliments but he’s a little drunk and doesn't care at this point. Shoot your shot 2k16.

“A whole snack!” Ransom laughs and then pauses. “You think so?” He kind of flexes and the spandex contracts in a kind of beautiful way and holsters brain has to fire on all cylinders to not say something stupid and horny.

“Dude i know so,” He pauses and then grabs Ransoms face, half covered by a batman mask and gives him a peck of a kiss before stepping back. “I think i'm gonna uber home but, be safe and just let me know when you get in.” Holster says and Ransom is kind of unreadable but he nods and Holster disappears into the crowd without another word.

Ransom doesn’t bring anyone home and crawls into Holsters bed at 3 am, way drunker than he was when Holster left him and mumbling something Holster couldn’t entirely make out .

December 22nd 2016

They were late to the Christmas get together for SMH and for once it wasn’t Holsters fault.

Following his exit on halloween and Ransom passing out, koaled around him when he got home, things were a little weird. They were still their normal dynamic but something had shifted, there was something un-said between them that Holster couldn’t place. Of course other than his own unrequited feelings which were boiling to a fever pitch as they worked together and things got more and more awkward. Ransom hadn’t brought anyone home since that night either, and was climbing into Holsters bed more and more often

. Holster was kind of moody and didn’t want to parade around at the SMH party like everything was okay and Ransom could tell. They were a silent block out from the venue and Ransom stops.

“Adam, I think we need to talk.” Ransom says and Holsters stomach feels like it drops out of his body. Adam? Adam? He hasn’t been real named by Ransom in, Years.

“Oh, okay, is uh everything okay?” Holster asks and he can feel his hands start to sweat in his pockets.

Ransom won't look at him and it makes him feel, Horrible. “I don’t know, maybe i'm reading too far into things but are you angry at me?” He asks and Holster frowns but shakes his head ‘no’.

“Rans, why would you think i was mad at you?” He asks and Ransom continues to not look at him.

“Things have been, so weird lately and it’s so hard to read you and-” Holster acts before the thinks and cuts him off, with the most bruising kiss. He kisses him and Ransom takes a minute but he kisses him back and they’re kissing under the garland decorating the streets and Ransoms hands are holding his face and they’re so close.

“I love you Justin. I’ve been in love with you since last new years and it’s been so much for me to contain. I’m sorry for seeming like I was angry.” He says and the emotion is making tears run to his eyes. He’s always been more sensitive.

Ransom is quiet for a second and the smallest smile comes to his face, “Bro, only last new years? I’ve been in love with you since I met you, it’s always been you.”

Holster wraps his arms all tight around Ransom and cant help the squeeze he gives him.

They carry on eventually and both decide that a very long conversation was due but the group chat blowing up about them delaying festivities was getting unbearable.

December 31st 2016

The bass of Closer by Halsey and The Chainsmokers pulses loud through the speaker of the New Years Party one of Holsters coworkers was throwing. Once again searching the crowd for Ransom, but this time with champagne flutes for both of them. The clock was nearly at midnight.

“Holtzy! Babe over here,” he hears and swings his head to the left, Ransom was standing by himself closer to the outskirts of the party. He had been talking to Holsters friend Jermey and his wife Lilly.

He passes one of the flutes to Ransom and smiles, sneaking a peak at his watch. 11:59pm. He gets closer to him, tucking themselves into the wall space as the crowd gets louder in chanting the countdown.

There was no need to search for that midnight kiss, it was standing in front of him, like it always had been.

10...9...8..7… he leans in closer to Ransom, ghosting his lips over the jaw and cheeks and nose he’s gotten to love up front in the past two weeks...6...5...4...3...2...1 and they kiss and it’s like the first time again, cherry schnapps and all.

#holsterransom #bv2020 #bitty's valentines #omgcp fandom #omg check please!

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erikmaza · 4 years

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Best of Wmag.com: 17 from ‘17

Friday was my last day at W magazine. Today, I join Town & Country as its new Style Features Director. The last day was not at all as I had planned it. Instead of being in the office, I was in Pittsburgh, where my flight to New York from L.A. had been rerouted a day earlier because of the bomb cyclone. By the time I landed and got to One World Trade, it was already mid afternoon, and I didn’t have time to appreciate that it had been nearly two and a half years since I joined the magazine. In a way, it’s a perfectly fitting ending—working on the internet doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for reflection. You move fast, for long periods of time, make snap decisions, some that you regret in hindsight, others that proved prescient, and you do this ad nauseam, somehow ideally calibrating the magazine’s values with the internet’s appetites, hoping that along the way you publish good stories that will make people pause and enjoy a good piece of writing or a beautiful image. As I look back on my tenure there, it’s remarkable that in such a short period of time we grew the site’s modest audience to its size today, and that we did it, for the most part, with pride. That’s a testament to a great and tireless team of writers, editors, social media and visual wizards—some of whom I recruited from as far away as Miami!—who were dream colleagues—collaborative, funny and smart as hell. Picking my favorite pieces from the last year was not easy, but it was a reminder that all the hard work paid off.

What it Feels Like for a Woman, and James Comey—By Nell Scovell

The Women of the Women's March—Words by Katherine Cusumano, Video produced by Karine Benzaria, images by Driely S, Victoria Stevens, Hannah Sider, and Tyra Mitchell.

Paris Hilton Invented Everything You’re Doing in 2017, and She Knows It—Words by Emilia Petrarca, images by Mayan Toledano, styling by Caroline Grosso, visuals by Biel Parklee, video by Kelly Bales.

How the Whitney's Riskiest, Most Political Survey in Decades Came Together—By Fan Zhong

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The 14 Types of Street Style Stars You Meet in Paris—By Mike Albo, short by Aaaron Christian.

Plus, Chameleons of Frieze New York—By Mike Albo, short by Aaaron Christian.

Why is Fashion So Obsessed with Space?—Words and illustrations by Marisa Acocella.

Plus, What Happens at Ralph Lauren's Polo Bar After Dark?—Words and illustrations by Marisa Acocella.

Glenn O'Brien Could Do Everything Except Live Forever—By Linda Yablonsky

Plus, insightful remembrances of Jim Walrod (by Diego Hadis) and Liz Smith (by Michael Musto.

How Eckhaus Latta Finally Got Mainstream Fashion’s Attention—By Stephanie Eckardt

Inside the Surreal Scene at Donald J. Trump's Inauguration—By Dan Duray, images by Benedict Evans.

Plus, Kyle Munzenrieder on Ivanka Trump; Brooke Marine on Rosie O’Donnell; and Stephanie Eckardt on New Yorkers Against Trump, with images by Matt Bernstein.

Queen Elizabeth Plots Some Twists For the Next Season of the Royal Family, TV's Longest-Running Soap Opera—By Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

Things Vetements is Over—By Kyle Munzenrieder

Life Ball 2017: A First-Hand Account of the World's Most Explosively Decadent, Supermodel and Drag Queen-Packed Charity Gala—By Isaac Oliver

Plus, the best RuPaul’s Drag Race recaps in the biz, by Kyle Munzenrieder.

Meredith Hagner, Search Party's Favorite Narcissistic Millennial, Explains How to Be a Successful Social Media Stalker—By Brooke Marine, video by Rebecca Scolnick and Karine Benzaria

Troian Bellisario On Life After “Pretty Little Liars”—By Lauren McCarthy

Why Renata is the Real Star of Big Little Lies, According to Renata—By R. Eric Thomas

Plus, Marisa Meltzer on Celeste, Miriam Bale on Jane, Maud Deitch on Bonnie, Allyson Shiffman on Madeline, and Brooke Marine on the year in TV. (We really, really loved BLL.)

Don't Look Like Vladimir Putin—By Horacio Silva

What I Learned About Love From My 80-Year-Old Dad—By Bob Morris, illustration by Jonny Ruzzo

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Prince!Miyuki Kazuya x Knight!F!Reader Summary: An invitation to a royal wedding in the south demands your presence alongside your prince. Before the trek, Prince Kazuya thought of you as a friend and a knight and little else—you were his dedicated Foxglove Knight. A conversation earlier in the week centered around the concept of love, a concept which Kazuya has not been able to stop thinking of, it seems. Words: 1830 a/n: @owoasis has been talking to me about BLL again and I miss it dearly. Here's a scene I wrote like, a year back.

You’ve been taking too long—much longer than Kazuya would have anticipated. On occasion, you’ve taken longer to prepare yourself, but you’ve never made him wait more than a few minutes. It’s erring on rude. If you don’t hurry, you’ll both be late to the feast.

Is it like this for Omae? Outside of Nao’s soon-to-be wife, you and Princess Omae are some of the only women in formal attendance. He’s seen your taste in garments for formal events, and he can’t imagine what would make tonight different. Watching as not one but two different attendants leave your quarters worries him.

Perhaps you’ve fallen ill? Everyone’s feeling the exhaustion from the games, so perhaps the end of the hunt meant the end of your strength. Perhaps you’re more human than you care to admit, and perhaps you need a rest, too.

The door slides open and he’s prepared a remark for you and—

Oh.

The air rushes out of his lungs and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his palms, a tingle he doesn’t know how to control. His face is noticeably warmer and he definitely feels hot where the collar of his coat sits on his neck.

He wants—

That he wants anything astounds him, but here he is, wanting.

It makes sense why you needed the additional time and why you needed the assistance of attendants, why you didn’t come to him for help.

He cannot imagine a scenario wherein you would have asked the royal seamstresses to craft you such an elegant gown, one that doesn’t allow for protective layers whatsoever. If anything, this seems an elaborate set up by Isashiki and a private commission to manufacture a romantic scenario to rival those he reads. The bodice clings to you, velvet highlighting your natural figure to the sash tied around your waist. And you, in his royal blue.

You look otherworldly, a lady fit for court rather than plate armor. It’s difficult to believe only hours ago, you were by his side, covered in mud with that look in your eye as the boar charged you both. And yet…

Shuffling uncomfortably, you rub your hands together before intertwining your fingers in a rare display of—well, he doesn’t know what to call it. He’s never seen you so… out of your element. But, for being out of your element, you look incredible.

“My prince. Surely there isn’t time for you to gawk at me. I believe we’re close to impropriety with our tardiness.”

“Gawk— I’m not—gawk?!”

“Come now.” Your smile is sheepish as you say it, eyes briefly meeting his before looking away.

It’s unusual to hear such a command from you in such a state, voice wrapping around the words with an eagerness for the night to be done. He’s suddenly wishing the night would continue. Will you wear something similar for the wedding tomorrow?

“I believe I should be escorting you tonight, not the other way around,” he says, half in jest, half with the desire to reach out and touch. His smile grows as he extends his arm, watching as you look at it before resigning yourself to his offer.

If only for tonight, you look uncomfortable with his attention.

You fit into his side easily, if not entirely too stiff. Tonight is unfamiliar for you, enough that it has him biting his tongue, stopping most jokes as they come to mind, wishing instead to distract you and set you at ease.

“Have you seen how garish Mei’s regalia is? It seems he’s forgotten that he’s a guest tonight,” Kazuya starts, leading you towards the Lodge, remembering the white fabric with red and gold accents. Startling attire in most formal settings, much less a regal wedding in the middle of wetlands. You smile and breathe out a laugh, but it’s not quite there yet. “If that’s what he wears to the wedding of a friend, I’m curious as to what he would wear at his own wedding.”

“It’s quite the shame that you would never find out.”

“That it is. Not unless relations between our nations evolved that I would be safe attending, but I doubt that we’ll see such an outcome in my lifetime.”

“I made mention of this to Archduke Hongou—”

“When did you speak to the archduke?” Mention of the leader in the northern islands sets him on edge, though he cannot place why.

“My prince, you watched—”

“Watched?” Beside him, you laugh at his incredulous tone. “What, pray tell, did I watch? I cannot recall such a time you spoke to him. You don’t mean during the duels?”

Relaxed, you feel loose by his side. Pliable, he would venture, though he cannot know for certain. This exchange, this needling, remains much more comfortable for you than the rest of what this night holds.

You aren’t given a chance to answer, not when reaching the Great Lodge, not when everyone turns to see the last to arrive, eyes lingering. Lingering on you or him, he doesn’t know, nor does he know whether they linger because of the attire or the timing. Their attention undoes what he’s spent the last couple minutes doing in a matter of seconds, but he won’t give you time to dwell on that.

Conversations start again, though a few pairs of eyes follow you, it seems. He guides you to the seats, the table next to the first, a sign of the effort he put forth in procuring tonight’s second dish. It’s charming, in an inelegant sort of way, the way you pause as he pulls out your chair, the way you look at him with novel apprehension. But you take your seat beside him, shifting closer once he sits beside you.

This is the comfort of familiarity, nothing more.

You’ve had no more to drink than the first, inescapable for it is a custom of this land’s weddings, but it’s given you enough liquid courage that you’re comfortable moving without him as you are in full gear. The feasting is done and the gifts have been brought out—at least, those consisting of alcohol.

Mei, Shunshin, and Amahisa are speaking around him, but for the life of him, he cannot repeat a word they’ve said in the last five minutes. He can, however, name those who still watch you, now with hungry eyes where there was once only polite interest.

Perhaps not. Perhaps the only hunger is his.

Why does he hunger? It cannot be more than a side effect of visiting these lands. It used to be like this in the past, too, but—

“I told you, he’s not listening.”

“You clearly know him better than I, Narumiya,” Amahisa says, voice pleading. “Do you believe he would mind?”

“Mind?”

“If I asked his companion—”

“His knight?” Mei laughs, uninhibited and not because of the alcohol. “What was her title? ‘Foxglove?’”

It’s the mention of your knightly title that earns Kazuya’s attention, forcing his attention away from you for but a moment. “What about my Foxglove Knight?”

Mei smiles with a single brow raised, smug and triumphant, his expression unchanging as he returns his gaze to Amahisa. “Kazuya doesn’t have a say in this. If you wish to dance with her, you must ask her. He cannot determine autonomy for her.”

“I’m aware of that, but I don’t wish to step on any toes—”

“You won’t be,” Kazuya says, standing with surprising fluidity given how the room spins as he does. Even as he speaks, he cannot look away from you, cannot miss the smile you give Harada or the way you turn to look at the archduke. All he knows is that he cannot bear another moment with this ugly twisting, clawing heat, eager to burst from behind his rib cage.

Amahisa’s words fade away, as does Mei’s sharp laugh, and the archduke is the first to take notice of Kazuya’s approach, excusing himself and returning to Renji’s side. Harada looks between you and Kazuya, eyes catching on something over Kazuya’s shoulders before sighing, deep and exasperated, as he does when following Mei.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

You’re the last one to notice, eyes following the hulking form of what should be your rival. When you take notice of Kazuya, you do so without a single drop of admonishment. No hint of self-rebuke for not noticing sooner. No change in expression, either. Except—

Ah.

You smile.

You smile and the musicians change the tempo and the song is much more… subtle. Encouraging, whereas the last was overtly jovial.

“My prince?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Well, yes. Sir Harada promised to share with me the secret to his flaming sword.”

“Did he now?”

“He did. The archduke was quite curious, too, and Sir Harada seemed to have no qualms about sharing the information.”

“You don’t say.”

Your smile falters, dropping almost imperceptibly.

“Is there something you wish from me?” you ask, stepping closer, brows stitching together only slightly, concern starting to interrupt your pleasance.

“Dance with me.”

His request startles you as much as it does him. “My… my prince?”

He doesn’t even like dancing. Why did he say that? More pressing, why does he feel this way?

“I asked you to dance with me.”

Why does he want to dance at all?

“You most certainly did not ask.”

No, that’s not right. He doesn’t want to dance.

“I did.”

Not by himself, anyway. And not, it would seem, with anyone else.

“My prince,” you breathe with a grin. Comfortable, familiar. “That was a command. You’re attempting to command me to dance with you.”

But he wishes to dance with you.

“I did not mean it as such.”

At least once tonight.

“You may not mean it as such, but you tried nonetheless.”

Please.

“Then how’s this,” he starts, taking your hand in his before he bows, a proper request. “Will you dance with me, my lady?”

“Lady? That’s a bit strong.” You look away from him, unable to keep his gaze, though he looks not away. Despite this, you do not remove your hand from his.

“Is it?”

“Since when have I been a ‘lady?’” When you face him again, your smile drops. He remembers the comments the others made throughout the week, questioning your lack of nobility and wondering aloud how you obtained your appointment as his personal guard.

“Since tonight. Tonight, you are not my knight. You are my companion. My lady.” His words don’t change much for you—they never have—but you’re so dangerously close to giving him what he desires. “Please dance with me.”

“My prince…” You pull at his hand, bidding him to stand and face you properly.

“I wish to dance with you, Foxglove.”

He doesn’t need to hear it, but his heart nearly stops when you adjust your hand in his, stepping closer so he may hold you for a waltz. Your smile reflects none of the uncertainties you felt a moment before, achingly soft and just for him.

“As you wish.”

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moro-nokimi · 4 years

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we see things as we are, not as they are

AN: a gift for penny ‘nya’ @irinyaclockworker, feat. the fic title by fall out boy, stolen from bll. the prompt for this was “naomi and mello discuss labb,” which turned into a raye and naomi character study with discussion of labb.

warnings for raye and naomi being mushy and/or uwu, food and alcohol mentions, reference to vomiting, description of burn wounds, references to suicide.

“So, briefing: This is some kid who calls himself Mello…,” Raye read out from the report. A phone rang. “That’s L, I’d bet a lot of money on it.”

“And I could’ve sworn you weren’t a betting man,” Suruga said. “FBI. We were wondering when we’d hear from you, L.” Suruga began scribbling notes. “Uh huh. Yeah, we’re not releasing him into your custody. No? He’s been arrested under suspicion of racketeering, L.” Suruga held in a sigh. “If your history with him is so huge, maybe you could consider cooperating with the prosecution to put him away. Bye.”

“Sounds bad,” Delilah said.

“That’s understating things. L wants us to release him into his custody where he’ll likely be imprisoned for the rest of his life. I said no and he’s not happy.”

“Never would’ve guessed. So, he calls himself Mello; his real name isn’t known. What do your notes say?” Raye asked.

“He was a resident of Wammy’s House---you know, that orphanage that some philanthropist millionaire ran. British branch, it looks like.” Suruga scanned his notes. “Uh… Yeah, he’s been running with the Mafia for a while. He had something to do with the Kira case…?”

“No wonder L wants him in his custody,” Delilah said. “So now we have to question him… Sounds like a job for someone else.”

---

“You really caught one of the people involved in the Kira case?” Naomi asked, her eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”

“You’d know if I was. So L wants him released into his custody, which Suruga wasn’t happy about.”

“Typical of him.”

“I can’t tell you much more besides that he seems to know L personally, or they have a long history together.” He shrugged. “What do you think?”

“I wanna talk to him! This is huge!” The stir-fry Naomi was making with such vigor slipped out of the pan and onto the stove. “Dammit. But, of course, I likely won’t.”

“ … Actually, here’s the weird thing. He seemed to recognise me when I was putting the cuffs on. I didn’t even introduce myself and he knew my name. Even asked if Naomi was around.”

Naomi almost dropped the spatula. “What?”

“You heard me right.”

“Now I’m certain that you’re messing with me.”

“Unfortunately, your BS sensor is wrong.”

Raye was familiar with the look Naomi had on her face. She shook sesame oil over the frying rice. “That is odd.”

“Even Suruga was weirded out; the man’s seen some shit.”

“Yeah, like you almost hitting me in the head while you idiots were playing frisbee.”

“You’re still holding onto that?”

She nodded and tossed the rice. “Yeah. So what else did Suruga think?”

“He was curious about how the kid knew us. I’ll take this out.” He scraped out the rice into a container. “I’m mediating on whether you should go in and question him.”

“The kids can deal with me being out for a few hours, they’re fourteen and eleven.”

“I remember the crap my brothers and I got into at those ages.”

“They’re not you or your brothers. Fuyumi has her head screwed on straight and she can easily watch Daichi. Thankfully, they inherited my sense.”

“You’re goading me.” He whistled for the kids to set the table. “We’ll discuss it later.”

She nodded and brought out the stir-fry.

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Naomi sat silent, glass of wine in hand. “I can’t go directly into FBI HQ as a civilian unless I were to be stupid and get myself arrested. That’s the hardest part to work around.”

“He’s being held in county at the moment. I can arrange a meeting. I doubt that anyone will look twice if you’re in your old clothing.”

Naomi looked at him knowingly. “You will.”

“Gross!” Daichi said, pretending to dry heave.

“Shut up!” Fuyumi called from her room.

“I didn’t do anything!”

Fuyumi poked her head out from the top of the stairs. “Dude, they told us to go upstairs for a reason.”

“I just wanted dessert!”

“We don’t even have any!”

Staring Fuyumi down, Daichi slowly began to dance the floss.

Fuyumi groaned and closed her bedroom door.

Daichi turned around to find his parents staring at the ceiling, trying not to laugh. “You can laugh.”

Naomi kept a tight grip on her composure. “Snacks are in the cabinet on top of the fridge. Go. Don’t leave a mess in your room.”

“So, they inherited your sense, huh?” Raye asked, almost purple from holding in laughter. “That is such a move fourteen year old you would’ve made.”

“It would not!” Naomi replied, somewhat offended. (No one likes being reminded of their fourteen year old self.)

She cleared her throat. “Okay, so if you arrange a visit I can come with. Since we won’t be talking any specific details, you won’t be on the hook. I think.”

“Worth the shot.”

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Naomi tried not to wince as she came into the room. This kid was handcuffed to the table, which was not unusual. What was, was the fact that he was burnt to a crisp. Likely blind and deaf on one side from all the scar tissue, little to no hair growth on that burnt side… It’s a miracle that kid’s alive.

They took their places. Mello’s eyes lit up.

“You! I almost forgot that you were engaged.”

“Excuse me?” Naomi asked, her shoulders tensing. “I don’t know you.”

“Oh no, I’d imagine not.”

“Then would you mind telling us how you know us?”

“You don’t remember?”

Naomi was a self described bleeding heart, but she wasn’t stupid. There was a lot more below the surface, and even though his behavior was reminiscent of Beyond Birthday, he too was calculated.

Beyond Birthday…

“You mean when I worked for L personally?” Naomi asked.

She did not like thinking about that case.

“Yes! I’d be stupid not to clock your husband here the second I got myself arrested. I heard it from L himself, but I didn’t think I’d get the chance to meet you!”

As if this were a treat…

“Do you usually take joy in meeting cops face-to-face?” Raye asked bluntly.

This didn’t seem to provoke him as much as it would Beyond.

Mello shrugged. “I don’t care. I sure as hell didn’t think you would bring along a civilian. Do you think you’re going to get disciplined for that?”

Raye took a deep breath. “I would think you have more pressing matters than a cop’s professional life.”

Naomi sat in silence. “All right. What do you know of when I worked for L?”

“Well, you got suspended for not firing at a kid in a gang. L reached out to you because of all these murders in the LA area and he wanted you to go to one of the victims’ houses. So, you rode over and found some knucklehead who looked like L who really weirded you out. Is that all right?”

“Generally.”

“So he continues to weird you out and appears to already have his own idea about this case. Little do you know, you’re alone with the psycho and he’s leaving you clues the whole time. He ropes you into his weirdness and you realise… well, I don’t remember. L’s own details were fuzzy.”

“L told you this himself?” Naomi asked. “The one who I kicked down the stairs? That L?”

Mello nodded triumphantly. “Mhm. And I get to hold that over the current L’s head.”

This wasn’t news to Naomi: the L she had worked with and this L were way too different. But he wasn’t the type to just let that slip.

Naomi waved him along to continue.

“Yeah, so you call up this dude and ask him to run a check on that weird dude, for any PIs by the name of Rue Ryuuzaki, and some comment about how he speaks Japanese really well. Funnily enough, L described him as dark-skinned.”

“He was definitely not white hispanic, but I can spot yellowface and he wasn’t doing it. I would bet a lot of money that he’s Japanese.”

“I would imagine asking someone’s ethnicity doesn’t come up that often,” Raye said.

“Might as well have asked him ‘what are you?’” Naomi shook her head.

“Yeah, so you step on him and come to a conclusion that there’s a clock or something like that. Two people are narrowed down as being the next victims, so that PI and you hole up in those potential victims’ apartments. She realises that B was going to off himself, so she hauls ass to the floor B is on and shoots the door open---”

“Nope.”

“What?”

“Nope. When you get suspended, you hand in your badge and your gun. I Watchmen-style kicked the door out of the frame. I only have ideas about how B figured out that I was with the FBI without my badge on me.”

Or those Eyes he was talking about…

Ugh---no---come on, it’s conjecture and stupid of me to think that he could be telling the truth about that.

… But why would he lie when he’s already in custody? He has nothing to lose.

Exactly. People don’t need motivation to lie sometimes.

“So you arrested him---didn’t read him his rights---and he gets taken into custody. A few days later, some other knucklehead comes back and tries to hug you. You kick him down the stairs and almost arrest him for assault. He just says ‘call me Ryuuzaki’ and you’re struck by his resemblance to B.”

“I came very close to not reading him his rights; I think what happened is that I was saying ‘you do not have the right to remain silent’ in my head and it just… slipped out.”

“So most of it was accurate?”

Naomi nodded. “About that ‘current L’ you were talking about… you have history together?”

---

“That was stressful,” she said.

“I can imagine. Are you okay?”

She nodded. “You can drop me off at the house. The kids are supposed to be home soon anyways.”

“Two and a half hours is not soon. The house will be fine without you. It’s lunchtime.”

“I don’t like being reminded of my screwups.”

“Don’t we all? For what it’s worth, the job doesn’t leave a lot of room for humanity.”

It was true, he still didn’t like going on buses. If he could thank Kira or Kiichiro Osoreda for that, he would. Sarcastically, of course.

---

Suruga put his head in his hands. “There are some knuckleheads in another room who wanted to talk to us. They say that they’re with L.”

Delilah sighed. “I doubt that they’re lying, but they sure are persistent.”

“Might as well rip off the band-aid,” Raye said.

---

“We already know why you’re here,” Suruga said. “Let’s just get to the point: the FBI isn’t going to lease custody of a known mafioso to L. I don’t give a flying fuck if that means there are going to be repercussions on myself with my job.”

“While we appreciate your straightforwardness, that’s not what we came here for. L dispatched us personally, he says that he’s happy to assist in Mello’s prosecution,” Rester said.

“Oh. Okay. Is that all?”

“It is.”

Should I? Well, I don’t know if they’re simply going to go---fuck it. “I met with Mello earlier today; he seemed like he knows this L personally. Can I ask why?”

Both men glanced at Lidner, who stared straight ahead into the middle distance. She mulled something over.

“They have a long history together. That kid almost killed this L.”

The hair on the back of Raye’s neck stood up.

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“No way,” Naomi said.

“I know, I couldn’t believe them when I heard it.”

Naomi busied herself with filling the kettle. “You should sit down. For what it’s worth, I don’t blame you for your reaction.”

“It’s fine. Building a case will be easy.”

“You’ll have to testify, though.”

“It’s not anything I haven’t done before.”

The kettle began to whistle. Naomi held in a sigh. Sometimes she wished they could just leave this life behind.

She put a teabag into a mug and poured water. She set it down in front of him.

Trauma is a difficult thing to work through, but they understand each other. They grasped the other’s hand.

But hey: this is enough.

#naomi misora #raye penber #queued #food ment #alcohol ment #tw reference to suicide #emetophobia tw #medical stuff tw #mine #vd #vd.writing

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thelonesomequeen · 4 years

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I LOVE Laura Dern (BLL fan) but I feel like her performance in MS wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was good but it wasn’t that spectacular. You know what I mean? Its the Oscars that we’re taking about. She stands out in comparison to other nominations in her category which were even more typical and dare I say WHITE. I say she got lucky this year! (And also I think it’s partly due to the great acting that was snubbed!!!!) But I will also mention that I haven’t seen Kathy Bates performance yet!

I do agree with you, I thought her performance was fine, but I really don’t think it’s an Oscar winning performance in my opinion. She’s not my top choice to win the award. Minus a small handful, the acting categories are really underwhelming this year between the nominees chosen and the major snubs given to others that I felt did earn the recognition 🦎

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thoughtfulpaperback · 5 years

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TV show quiz

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat. Tag 10 peeps.

1. Ugly Betty

2. Single Parents

3. Charmed (Reboot)

4. Big Little Lies

5. Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

1. Who is your favorite character in 2?

Omg. This is actually really difficult because I loved all the characters, but if i have to pick a favorite it would be Douglas Fogerty. He tries so hard to be a caricature of this "old school macho man" but her just cant hide the fact that he is more complex and sensitive than he let's on and he is too hilarious. Brad Garret in my opinion is just one of the funniest actors without trying. Loved him since Everybody Loves Raymond.

2. Who is your least favorite character in 1? Oh super easy! Matt Hartley. He was whiny, a complete jerk, and completely unfocused as a character. Like he was never a good boyfriend or standout the way Gio or Henry were. And I mean the henry relationship was problematic and Gio was never actually Betty's boyfriend. So Matt is really the only romantic relationship (not prepared to end or started in the after math of a breakup) that we see and to me he is absolutely meh and just an asshole at his worse. A lot of people compare him with Daniel but again maybe because of the way Daniel is written or because of how Eric played him I just never felt so absolutely disgusted with Daniel the way I was with Matt at certain points in the series. I was unhappy that betty got back with him after everything he had done to her.

3. What is your favorite episode of 4?

Oh hands down season 1 episode 7. The season finale. As much as I love and respect Renata Klein's season 2 melt downs and every episode she just let's people have it. I will always have the scene of Perry's attack and death imbeded in my minds. It was so beautifully done. Which seems wierd because death scenes are usually supposed to be violent or sad not beautiful. But the scene managed to still be violent and even a little sad (mostly because of the aftermath and shock that that happened and the characters went through that), but the was something about the scene cutting between the attack and images of the ocean beating waves against the rocks that just made it so powerful along with september song playing in the background. I mean it was just beautiful I cannot use that word enough.

5. Who is your favorite couple in 3?

Like actual couples or the ones in my mind? Lol. Sticking with canon then I would say Mel and Niko. In spite of everything they cared and loved each other and it was sad that Mels decisions and life changing dramatically got in the way of that.

6. Who is your favorite couple in 2?

Poppy and Douglas. Hands down since they are the only official couple so far.

7. What is your favorite episode of 1?

This is terrible I cant just pick one, but I guess if I have to it is a toss up between the very first episode and the last episode of the series. Both were done so well imo and ugh both gave me feels. So. Many. Feels.

8.What is your favorite episode of 5?

The Passion of Sabrina Spellman. Madam Satan. Nick. A Play and the devil on your shoulder. Everything I wanted in one episode.

9. What is your favorite season of 2?

Only one season in the series so far.

10. How long have you watched 1?

From the beginning (2006) and every year since it ended (2010). So over 10 years now.

11. How did you become interested in 3?

Fan of OG. Thought it was gonna be cool to see POC leads and new magic outside of white eurocentric magic and history. I do not regret it. I love it.

12. Who is your favorite actor in 4?

Laura Dern. No contest even though I love them all.

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

Ugly Betty is probably my first love in terms of TV show infatuation. I have loved many shows and even ones before Ugly Betty. But It was my first real love. And I will always be my preference. It has everything, personal and political messages, comedy, drama, and some borderline mystic moments (see mexico trip and subconscious manifestations of guilt as a reference).

14. Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 ?

Obviously, Ugly Betty since it has more episodes than the Charmed Reboot, but I've watched all the episodes of both series.

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Madeline because even though she got those personal demons. Her husband (imo) is the best and even when he is a snarky passive aggressive jerk I still would want to be with him and find him just lovable. Also chloe is a pretty great kid. Yah the eldest daughter kinda sucks, but you know I feel like domestic life wouldnt be so bad. If I got to keep my personality. But I mean If i had to become the character fully and make the same decisions then none of them.

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

No. They are way to different in styles, genre, and filming.

17. Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple.

Detty is canon as far as I am concerned and so right that I wont list it even though my sister suggested it (mostly to be spiteful :p). You know I just cant think of one. Not one I would be okay with at least. Sorry.

18. Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

Oh CAOS. No competition. I prefer Charmed and its characters, but COAS has a clearer and obviously well planned direction. Everything that they did had purpose and intention and it didnt feel as if there were dropped characters or plot points imo.

19. Which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

Ok so what do we mean by theme music? Like opening main title song or like score, or song choice in between score and silence? If it is main title song then for sure BLL. Michael Kiwanuka is amazing. I loved the cover of "sometimes I feel like a motherless child" that he did for the Man in the High Castle Resistance Radio Album. And his song Cold Heart is amazing and I am glad BLL used it. Single parents doesnt have a main title song so BLL would win by default even if they hadn't used Cold Heart but hey still glad they did.

Alrighty gonna randomly tag some peeps and see if they want to play along.

Soo.... @gellsbellshead @scousesal @charmedbrujas @charmedlifesworld @brujeria-histeria @charmedwhitelighter @autistic-witchlighter @theballetslippertheblackhoodie

#the chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #charmed remake #charmed 2018 #charmed reboot #charmed cw #cw charmed #single parents #ugly betty #big little lies #bll

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

#Jason Todd #Alfred Pennyworth #none of us deserve Alfred #DC'd better not kill him or I will burn their offices to the ground #Roots and Leaves

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