#and then vegas telling pete again that he's sorry on the day that he expects to die
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do u guys ever think abt how after pete escaped vegas only ever came to see him to apologise. how despite all the pleading and begging for pete to stay with him to start over together, once pete escapes vegas just accepts it. how he only comes to see pete to say sorry for everything he's done and everything that happened. not a single word abt coming back to him and starting over. do u guys ever think abt that bc i do.
#and then vegas telling pete again that he's sorry on the day that he expects to die#bc he doesn't want to die without pete knowing that he truly is sorry#how he asks pete to be the one who kills him bc it'd be the best way to die for him?#at the hands of someone he loves to pay for what he did#bc if he tries hard enough violence can feel like love???#and if it's pete who kills him at least he would know that he deserves it???#and that his death is worth something#idk idk i'm insane#vegaspete#kinnporsche#bl shows#kp analysis#dreamy talks
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HEAR ME OUT OK HEAR. ME. OUT.
so post ep14/ post cannon right. Kinn kills Korn somehow and they get Nampheung help. Chay and Kim talk and begin their journey of healing. they arent dating just yet but Kim leaves no chance empty to show Chay he wants to cherish him for life. Porsche is still the head of the Minor family but convinces Kinn to give Vegas another chance and shares power w him.
Vegas has a hard time accepting that people genuinely want understand him and hear him out after years of Kan's toxic parenting, but Pete gently guides him through it.
Now Kinn has a habit of ending his calls to Porsche, Khun, Kim and Chay with "love you, bye."
SO what if one day kinn is on a call with Vegas, to finalize some final details of a deal, he ends the call with "alright. love you, bye." and just ends the calls. Hearing those words, Vegas is in shock. he doesnt move even an inch from his office. which is where Pete finds him late into the evening, after looking for him for a long time. Hes. very worried about Vegas having had a panic attack, or a flashback of a bad experience and Pete not being there to help him thru it. hes truing to coax Vegas out of his chair when he hears him whisper," he said 'love you'." Pete doesn't know what to make of those words but tries to get Vegas to talk. he notices Vegas has his phone cluthed tightly in his hands and wonders if something happened on a call. So he gently pries the phone away, and checks the recent calls. He finds that only kinn has called in the past 2 hours.
So Pete does the next most logical thing, after getting Vegas to get up, drink some water and eat; and calls Porsche. "Hey! sorry im calling this late but i kinda had something to ask you." "Do you know if anything happened between khu- between Kinn And Vegas today. i saw they had a conversation but Vegas is acting really weird right now and i wanted to ask if you knew anything".
Pete gets a call early afternoon the next day. its Porsche. he investigated the situation and found some very interesting things. things that warmed Pete's heart so much, he physically couldn't stop smiling.
Porsche ends the his call with Pete after reassuring him that he WILL find out of anything happened. so he leaves the garage where he was cleaning his Kawasaki, and heads up to his and kinns bedroom. he cleans up, calls for Mia, Kinn's scheduling assistant, and finds out kinns still holed up in his office looking over some proposals sent by their business partners.
So he heads down to their (unnecessarily) huge kitchen, makes Kinn some chamomile tea and saunters his way up to said office. he finds kinn is the very position he expected him to find. his suit jacket flung over the back of a couch, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, hands resting on his desk, hunched over a couple of files. Porsche sets down the tea on the small coffee table, guides Kinn away from those paper. promising he could go back the minute he finished the tea and settles down beside Kinn on the couch.
he starts the conversation very casually, asking kinn about work, deals, shipping, bodyguard training and then slips in a question about the calls v vegas. "how'd your call with Vegas go?" Kinn doesn't seem to think much of the question. "Oh it was fine. we're getting that weapons deal with the organization in Korea. Mr. Cassano himself will be present for finalization." Porsche thinks Kinn wont say anything he thinks isnt important. so he lets kinn go back to him files and paper. they both had a day off tomorrow. he would get all the information he needed then.
and so the next day, when laying in bed cuddling, watch the sunrise and just basking in each other's presence, Porsche asks kin about the call with Vegas again. tells him Pete's concern. Kin himself doesnt get it at first. it takes him an entire narration of the conversation, word to word, to realize what he said. Porsche fears kinn might try to deflect from it. call its a mistake. say it was habit and it will never happen again. and Kinn does say it was habit. he admits to not realizing he said it to Vegas too. but what Porsche doesnt expect him to admit is when Kinn says he might mean it some way. thats he mightve been trained, literally, to hate Vegas ever since he started his training as the heir apparent, he clearly remembers the time he spent with his siblings and cousins as kids. all the pranks on Tankhun, cooing over Macau, teaching Kim to ride a bike, fighting over who to sleep beside Macau, cuddling with Khun, eating aunty Vera's pastries and cakes. kinn admits to finding himself wishing those days never left. wishing they didnt have to hold a gun to each others back. wishing they could go back to their fights being on whether they go to the park or to eat.
and Porsche finds himself ache. For Kinn, for Vegas, for all the Theerapanyakul Kids. and especially for all the love lost. he wishes he could wipe it all away but he knows the only thing he can do now is to make sure no one is left alone hereon. his emotions bleed into his voice when he calls pete later. he knows pete feels the same. he knows theyve all embarked on the very slow journey towards healing and acceptance.
ahahahahahahaha hello everyone ^_^. Welcome to another brainrot/headcanon.
this was "ending the call with 'love you,bye' and not realizing it whilst the other party is about to explode because they dont know what to make of if" but make it KinnPorsche.
sorry for weird ending, i didn't know what else to do.
please please pretty please tell me your thoughts? :(
#kinnporsche the series#kinnporsche#hurt/comfort#ending the call with love you bye#but make it kinnporsche#they have a VERY strong hold on me#Vegas deserves love and i WILL give it to him#Porsche is the mother hen#Theerapanyakul siblings need a hug#vegas malfunctioning at the slightest notion of affection#porsche pachara kittisawasd#vegas kornwit theerapanyakun#angst#family dynamics#dysfunctional family#writing prompt#short fiction
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after yet another reread of i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck i just want to say how very excited i am for the next installment in the puppy-verse (whenever that comes out)!!!
!!!!!!!!! 🥺 I’m so sorry weve been so slow on it !!!! Strats & I wrote a “valentines day” fic but realized we need to write two other fics before we going post that bc it was father along in their relationship. And then we started the second fic and I’ve just been in a rut all week 😭 but !!!!!! Lemme share a snippet from fic # 2; set right after the first one. (Obviously this is written with Strats !!)
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If Pete was honest with himself, and he usually was, he’d expected the affair to end there.
Vegas had got what he wanted, hadn’t he? Pete in a collar, Pete on his knees. The moment Vegas took the collar off, Pete had felt empty, hollowed out. Vegas had kissed him goodbye at the door, and Pete had gone home to crash into his own bed, even though it was morning by then.
He’d sulked a little. He wouldn’t pretend he hadn’t. He didn’t want to be at home, in his tiny apartment, alone in an empty bed. He wanted to be at Vegas’s feet, leather wrapped around his throat.
One night, a single moment, and he was already addicted. Pete had never attached to someone so quickly, in fact, most of his failed attempts at a relationship had been because he came across as uninvested. Because he had been. Because no one had ever caught his eye like Vegas.
Pete lets himself do a little moping, feeling like he’s earned it.
And then his phone chimes with a text message.
It’s Vegas, even though Pete doesn’t remember ever putting his number in. He had to have done it himself, maybe while Pete was asleep. It’s just a simple text, a check in. Hey, puppy, how are you feeling?
It takes Pete ten minutes to answer, because he isn’t really sure what to say. Something that won’t make him come across as desperate and needy, for sure.
In the end, he tells Vegas he feels great, actually, even if it’s a bit of a lie.
Vegas texts back.
Pete answers.
This goes on for the rest of the day and well into the next morning. Pete’s baffled. He’s never been on the receiving end of this much attention before. And despite the constant texts, he’s still utterly taken aback when Vegas strolls in to the pet shop a few hours into Pete’s shift.
“Hey, baby,” he says, and cups Pete’s face in his hands and kisses him. Soft, sweet. Like it’s his right to do so. Like Pete should have been expecting it.
“Uh hi,” Pete stutters, his cheeks flushing. He suddenly feels shy, raw and exposed and vulnerable. He doesn’t know how to act or where to look.
“How’s my good boy?”
Pete makes a small noise, Vegas calling him that taking him completely off guard. It’s not unfounded — Vegas did come into the pet shop twice and called him a good boy both times — but it still makes Pete feel more than a little lost.
He glances around for Porsche — who got a sanitized version of Pete’s little jaunt home with Vegas and has not let Pete forget that he was right — and settles when he can’t find him, leaving the two of them alone.
“Good?” Pete squeaks, the response coming out more like a question than an answer.
Vegas kisses him again, soft and tender and brief, nothing like the hungry kisses they shared the other night. Pete flushes again, remembering the way he was so desperate and more than a little pathetic and—
“Why are you here?” Pete blurts, and winces. He didn’t mean to ask that, didn’t mean to even ask it like that. “I mean, shouldn’t you be… at work?”
Vegas shrugs. “They’ll survive.”
That’s… not informative at all, but Pete’s seen Vegas’s apartment and he seems to be doing pretty well for himself. And far be it from Pete to decline Vegas’s unexpected attention.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” Pete admits. Vegas’s hands drop to his shoulders and slide down his arms, until he takes one of Pete’s hands in his and twines their fingers together.
“Of course not,” he says. “What’s the point of a surprise if you see it coming?”
Pete feels a smile tugging at his lips, wide and unexpected. Vegas just pulls them out of him, without even trying.
“There we go,” Vegas murmurs, his eyes on Pete’s lips. “That’s the look I was hoping for.”
Pete feels his face heat up, and that only seems to please Vegas more. He leans in, their noses touching…
#my fic#my writing#sneak peak at puppy verse#I swear we’re trying to write it#it’s just been a whole fucking week
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Day 2: “That’s my family.” + comfort
You can find the whole fic using this tag, or you can check it out on AO3. :)
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Hungover, post-party meetings are never a good idea. They’re not a good idea when it comes to normal people, let alone when it comes to the Theerapanyakul family.
Especially when the currently unofficial part of the minor family is involved.
“Excuse me,” Vegas sighs, pressing his thumb between his brows in a vain attempt to ease his headache. “You called us all the way here only to tell us that the Italians are trying something again, as if it’s somehow unusual.”
“Well, yes–” Kinn starts.
“The Italians are always trying something, for fuck’s sake!” Vegas growls, slamming his palm on the desk.
“Vegas,” Pete murmurs when the one-year-old child in his arms makes an unhappy noise.
“Shit. Sorry,” Vegas sighs and turns to kiss the little boy’s head. “Sorry, Venice. Dad’s gonna bitch at uncle Kinn quietly, all right?”
“Why is the kid here, anyway?” Porsche asks.
“Why are we here, anyway?” Vegas replies, smirking. “If the Italians really are planning something, the head of the minor family should be the one to deal with it.”
“Oh, come on, Vegas,” Porsche groans. “Do we always have to beg for your help?”
“You’ve never begged for our help,” Pete says, bouncing Venice on his legs. “You always call us over and just expect us to offer it. That’s not very nice of you. Right, Ven Ven? Bad uncles. Bad!”
“Is he seriously using the kid to slander us?” Kinn frowns.
“To be fair, you totally deserve it,” Vegas says. “Right, Ven Ven?”
“Did you absolutely have to bring the kid with you?” Kinn sighs when Pete starts to make faces at the child. “I don’t think this is a conversation we should be having in front of him.”
“Maybe you should have mentioned that while inviting us over. Right, Venice? Uncle Kinn said coffee and cake, and when we arrive, he just tells us he wants us to murder a bunch of people. And we haven’t even gotten the cake!”
“You wouldn’t have come if I’d said I had a new mission for you, though.”
“That’s right. We wouldn’t have,” Vegas smiles. “Back to the cake now.”
“Didn’t you mean back to the Italians?”
“My son is very fond of cake.”
The following glaring contest between the two cousins lasts for about thirty seconds and ends with Kinn sighing and looking at Porsche.
“Love, could you please ask someone to bring us some cake?” he mutters. “Quietly. Remember, Tankhun must not find out–”
The meeting room’s door flies open and crashes into the wall with a loud bang, and Kinn mentally pats himself on the back for his idea not to hold the meeting in a room with a glass door.
“Who tried to keep it a secret from me that my beloved Pete is visiting?!” Tankhun yells, then stops dead in his tracks when he sees the child in Pete’s lap. “And my little baby Venice! Oh, come to uncle Tankhun, baby, uncle Tankhun missed you so much…”
“You saw him two days ago,” Kinn murmurs.
“Two whole days!” Tankhun snaps back, lifting a laughing Venice from Pete’s lap. “Look at you, my poor little darling. Your parents wanted you to attend some boring meeting, right? Don’t worry. Uncle Tankhun’s gonna take care of you now. Come on, we’re gonna play! Do you wanna play with uncle Tankhun? Yes, that’s much better than sitting here…”
“Without the cake uncle Kinn promised him,” Vegas adds, smiling sweetly at Kinn.
“You promised him cake and didn’t give him any?!” Tankhun gapes. “You monster! Let’s go, Venice. I’ll give you as many cakes as you want!”
“No. Khun Nu!” Pete says quickly, slipping into his old way to address Tankhun. “Not too many, all right? He’s still little, he shouldn’t be eating it at all, and I need him to sleep tonight.”
“Sleep. Ugh. Boring. Right, Ven Ven?”
“Tankhun. Don’t you dare–” Vegas starts, but the door slams open once again.
“Kinn! The Italians just tried to break into my apartment! What the fuck have you done this time, you moron?”
“Kim?” Kinn blinks. “What the… I mean, are you okay?”
“Obviously,” Kim scoffs, rolls his eyes and folds his arms over his chest. His extremely expensive leather jacket creaks softly at the movement. “They were absolutely useless, by the way. Couldn’t even take a punch. They just went down. The minor family’s goons were at least a bit of a challenge, but those four dickheads? Within ten seconds, they were all sprawled out unconscious on the floor. Boring!”
Kinn feels a comforting hand on his shoulder and it’s the only thing that’s currently stopping him from screaming.
“Thank you for your input, Kim,” he growls instead. “We’re currently trying to find a way to deal with the Italians.”
“What he’s trying to say is that he’s currently trying to convince us to deal with the Italians,” Vegas states. “Hi, Kim, by the way.”
“Hi, Vegas. Hi, Pete,” Kim nods, sitting down on a chair next to Vegas. “Kinn, do you think I could get some coffee? I kinda broke my french press over one of the goons’ head.”
Kinn closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Feel free to go to the cafeteria and ask for the coffee there, Kim. We are having a meeting.”
“Yes. About the Italians. I’m in,” Kim says. “I don’t care about them fucking with you, obviously, but invading my apartment? That’s personal! What if Chay was there?!”
“Except Chay wouldn’t be there because he hasn’t forgiven you yet and he’s not very likely to do it in the foreseeable future or, like, ever. So…” Porsche shrugs.
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” Kim growls.
“I don’t remember asking you to be here!” Kinn replies.
“Whatever. It’s not like you’re calling the shots about the mission. Right, Vegas? Pete?”
“Right,” Pete nods. “I think Kim’s presence would help a lot, actually, if he’s willing to go with us.”
“I’m literally the head of the minor family!” Porsche protests, clearly offended.
Pete and Vegas exchange a quick glance. Their silent communication takes up about half a second, and then they both nod in unison and stand up from their chairs.
“Well, it was lovely,” Vegas says.
“But we really gotta go now,” Pete continues.
“You see, last night was a bit wild.”
“And we need to get some sleep.”
“Come on, Venice. We’re gonna have to buy you some cake on our way home.”
“Thank you for taking care of him, Tankhun,” Pete smiles and moves to take the child from Tankhun’s arms.
“Have a nice day, and good luck with the Italians,” Vegas finishes.
“Kinn!” Tankhun exclaims and takes a step back, away from Pete. “Kinn, don’t you dare let them leave now!”
Kinn whines, bending down until his forehead touches the table. He can’t allow those morons to see his tears.
“That’s my family,” he says. “This is what I have to work with.”
“I know, love. I know,” Porsche sighs, burying his fingers in Kinn’s hair to soothe him. “Just breathe. Everything’s gonna be fine.”
“It’s not!” Kinn sobs. “Just look what I have! My domesticated psycho cousin, my former best bodyguard who left us to domesticate said psycho cousin–”
“Don’t you dare call me domesticated, Kinn!” Vegas growls.
“And then there’s my dick of a younger brother who always makes sure we know how much he hates us but still comes back every single time he needs something from me!”
“Don’t you dare talk about our little dickhead Kim like that!” Tankhun snaps.
“You still have me, Kinn,” Porsche offers.
“Yeah. I know,” Kinn murmurs, then bangs his head on the table softly. “Trust me. I know.”
“Wow. That was kinda offensive,” Kim chuckles.
“He doesn’t mean it,” Porsche sighs, rolling his eyes. “All right. Whatever. Vegas, Pete, sit back down. We’ll talk about the mission.”
“First, we’ll talk about the cake,” Vegas says, not moving an inch.
“There’s cake? Oh, lovely!” Kim beams. “Can I have some with that coffee?”
Kinn lets out a soft sob.
“There, there,” Porsche mutters, patting his back. “Take your time, honey. Take all the time you need…”
*
“So that’s the plan,” Porsche says several hours later.
“That’s the plan,” Vegas agrees. “Wow. Didn’t even take that long.”
“And there were no casualties, either!” Pete grins. “Good job, everyone. I’m very proud of us!”
“Right. Can someone please untie me now?” Kim growls, tugging at his restraints, also known as Tankhun’s scarf.
“Not yet,” Kinn says, shaking his head. “I’ll call Big and tell him to come here so we can inform him about the plan. Is there really no one else you want for the mission?”
“We have Kim and his pent-up anger. We’ll be fine,” Vegas smirks. “Stop tugging at the scarf, Kim. Not even Pete can get out of those. Now, where exactly did you leave those unconscious Italians?”
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Kinnporsche The series episode 6 rumbling
The only word I can think of for this episode is “wow”. During this whole episode I was thinking of is “wow”, everything went the way I wanted it to go, and even better, I did not expect it to turn this way, but at the same time what did I expect from Kinnporsche The Series?
Vegas-Pete
I wanted to start this meta by this little interaction we got from Pete and Vegas.
Because I haven't read the novels (and I don't want to lol) I don't really have a clear idea of these two, we can clearly see that Pete is scared of Vegas in a way, intimidated in a way, he knows how dangerous he is, and he can't seem to decern Vegas that well, and the latter always looks like he knows something that other people don't.
I can't wait to see more of that!
The rest of the episode (aka Kinnporsche being literally the best parterns I have ever witnessed.)
They are children.
Let me this start there. They are children in an adult body and they know it. They both in way haven't got to live the life they wanted, Porsche's parents died he was really young and had to take care of his brother and their expenses all along which caused some big childhood trauma, as he openly admitted to Kinn.
Kinn, in the other hand, had no responsibility whatsoever, until his brother "turned crazy" (I don't really like using that term but anyway) which now had created an ultimate burden on his shoulder.
They are children.
They are still eager to learn more, they laugh for the dumbest shit, they are happy when the other is happy, and life can be great with some water and some horribly cooked fish.
That's how they enjoy life, in its simplicity, and I was honestly surprised that Kinn enjoyed it more than Porsche, but it made sense instantly when he mentioned the part that never wanted to have that much attention and responsibility, he also is a victim of life, same as Porsche, therefore they both enjoy simplicity.
Let me tell I fucking amazed I was when Kinn apologized not once, not twice but three times to Porsche, and in different ways. A lot of people would say that it's the bear minimum but let me just remind you that this person who apologized to Porsche for literally everything was the same one who couldn't even say "sorry" properly 3 days ago. Let that sink in.
I love how he didn't just apologized for punishing him but for the night as well which was very much unexpected. But appreciated.
Also Kinn is in love with Porsche. Like I mean it. And he does to. And everyone knows that. Lol.
I honestly have a lot more to say but I need to watch this episode again and again an again until the end of time because people fail to realise how I fell in love with this episode.
ANYWAYS LOVE Y'ALL ❤️
#kinnporsche the series#kinnporsche#bl series#gay couple#kinn x porsche#holy crap i didn't know i would write that much#mafiaromance#mile apo#text post#thai bl#kinnporsche meta#me talking
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Three Steps to Win You (CH 3)
Title: Three Steps to Win You
Rating: M
Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete
Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock
Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.
Chapter 3
(Chan’s POV)
Two weeks later…
“Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY!?” Coach shouted furiously as soon as he entered the locker room, slammed the ball that he was holding to the floor, and kicked one of the calf guards that was lying at his feet. “Maledetti stupidi testoni!"
Chan had expected this to happen. Coach would no longer be able to control his anger, not after their practice match ended in a draw today, against a mediocre team that they should have completely crushed. Moreover, this was the last day of their pre-season training, before the new season started in three days. So, he can imagine how furious he was at the moment.
Vegas and Pete, who were standing only half-step in front of him, who were the focus of Coach's anger, trembled on their feet. Chan tried to give them some encouragement by putting each of his hands on those boys' shoulders. But Chan had to admit that Coach's anger towards the two of them was justified. From the beginning of the pre-season training until the last day, they still didn’t want to lower their egos, and instead of working together to bring down the opponent, they were fighting over each other's balls.
"What have I told you two since day one, huh!?" asked the Coach. "Answer me!"
“Yes, Coach!” Pete responded first.
“What are you waiting for? TELL ME!” screamed Coach, his face absolutely red all over, he was livid.
“Coach…,” Chan tried to lower the tension, but before he had time to express his opinion, Don immediately cut him off.
“You stay out of this!”
Yikes!
“Who wants to open their mouth first? Hm?” whispered Coach this time, but strangely, it was even scarier than his yells.
“We need to learn to work together,” answered Pete.
“And you, Vegas? Have any of my words over the past two weeks entered your head?"
“Yes, Coach!” replied Vegas quickly. "We have to communicate well with each other."
“And why’s that?” asked Coach again, still in an eerily low voice. “Go on…”
“Because midfield is our responsibility.”
“Well done! Bravo! Molto bene!” jeered Coach as he clapped his hands. “At least you remembered! I should have taken this as a win! HAHAHA!”
That was the most fake laugh Chan had ever heard come out of Don's mouth, and he had been Chan's mentor for 13 years.
“Coach, I’m so sorry, I… I mean, we… should have-”
“Yes, you should. Both of you,” Coach cut off Pete’s words. “Now you two listens, because I'm just going to say this one last time, and hopefully this time it's not only memorized but acted on. Understood?”
“Yes, Coach!” Vegas and Pete answered at the same time.
Ah~ look at that! In harmony for the first time and hell not freezing.
“As I have said many times, I will not decide which one of you will be the attacking midfielder and who will be the defending midfielder. WHY IS THAT? Because we can use this as a deadly weapon. If only you can communicate well and be flexible... YOU TWO can switch your role during the whole match. And THAT will be very confusing for the opponent.”
Chan felt like he heard giggling from behind him, where two BSFC's wing backs – Arm and Pol, were standing. But they were really looking for trouble if they dared to laugh or play around when Coach was in such a bad mood.
“When one is attacking then the other one is defending and vice versa. Talk to each other so you can move as one. The point is, if one of you takes the top position, then the other one takes the bottom position.”
Again, a barrage of soft giggling was heard from behind him and now Chan was 100% sure he was not imagining it, because he also heard Pol (Must be him!) whisper to Arm (Who else? Those two are two peas in a pod).
“I’m so~ writing this fan fiction. They’re like my new OTP.”
“Good idea, Pol. ETL trope is one of my favs,” Arm whispered back before he was giggling some more.
Fanfiction? OTP? ETL? What the hell is that?
Chan glanced to his right side, where Big, the other center back, was standing. He kept on signaling Arm and Pol to shut their mouths.
“What's that all about, Big?” asked Chan to Big in a super low voice.
“Cap, trust me, you don’t want to know.”
Coach still hasn't finished with Vegas and Pete, "If in the opening match, you two still don't listen to my instructions, I will not hesitate to change the formation of this team and only play with THREE midfielders! One of you can warm the bench for the whole FUCKING season for all I care. Just try me!"
“YES, COACH!”
Hey, another one~ there’s still hope for these two.
“For the rest of you, rest well, eat well, I’ll see you in our stadium in three days,” finally Coach addressed the whole team.
“YES, COACH!” hollered all the players in the dressing room
“CHAN! Don’t you dare try another ridiculous thing!”
Ugh~ Did he really need to do that~?
“No, Coach!” answered Chan, his face slightly pink.
“Now, gather up, let’s win this season for your Captain, boys!”
The whole BSFC players suddenly moved in unison and put their right hands together and placed them on top of Coach's right hand.
“In three… One… Two… Three… BSFC!!!”
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Chan was one of the few players who left the locker room last. Because today was the last day of training, for sure the number of fans waiting for them outside the stadium was more than usual, and Chan still didn't want to be surrounded by too many fans, the events that happened two weeks ago were still very much etched in his mind. Besides, earlier after shower, he had had a brief exchange with Pete about his issue with Vegas. At first, Chan suggested the three of them sit down together to discuss this, maybe with him as the buffer, the tension between them wouldn't be too high, but his co-captain assured him that they could handle the matter themselves. And Chan was willing to give those two boys his trust.
When he finally reached the exit door at the back of the stadium facing the parking lot that was reserved for BSFC players, there were only a handful of fans left waiting for him. Chan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately finished his 'duty' to sign on posters, jerseys, or whatever they wanted. After all, this would be his last season, and he will be closing this phase of his life very soon. There was no harm in making his fans happy, right? As long as it was not in an excessive portion like the last incident. Ah~ that little scandal still bothered him very much.
Chan saw a pair of long legs wrapped in black straight-cut pants first – he’s always been a leggy man, before he realized who it was exactly leaning against the side of his beloved Range Rover, while holding two cups of coffee in his hands.
“You!?”
“Hi~ Yes, it’s me,” answered that guy candidly, his pink (Yes, PINK!) sunglasses perched on his straight nose perfectly. “It’s good to know you still remember me.”
TBC
Notes:
Again, CC, thanks for the translation!
“Maledetti stupidi testoni!"
"Stubborn little shits!"
#daddy chan#tankhun theerapanyakul#chantankhun#kinnporsche#vegaspete#kim theerapanyakul#AU Nerd_Jock#ThreeStepstoWinYou#slow burn#slow build#kpts fanfic#kpts boys#team as family#everybody is a footballer
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LAURIEN THE NEW EPISODE IM SCREAMINGGGGG
Vegaspete completely blew my mind, I've been waiting all week for more and now my brain is splattered against my wall like- they just did that. And they really somehow made all of their interactions into the most tender thing 😭 no tattoo/wound kiss yet but yknow what there's still time
Kinnporsche agh they were the cutest! Kinn dropping everything to be a house husband with porsche. That's really all he wants huh, just a domestic life with his boyfriend. Just let him live in peace for God sake, chan can take over the main family and the brothers can all live their best lives
KIM OMG he was serving looks yet again (so was chay aswell tbh that blue hair looks great... I mean we only saw it in neon lighting but still) he's not forgiven in the slightest but all I'm saying is I'd be like that guy in the bar too - aka doing literally everything Kim says just from a look hsjsujss props to chay for staying strong
Lmao sorry for the rant I just had to let it out
Hope you've had a great day! Sending lots of hugs ❤
Caitlin ahhh sorry for only replying just now, but my exams are finally over so here I am to scream back about my current favorite gays sksisks
No but Vegaspete?! They- they did that… I would have never expected for Pete to make the first move (but I’m so glad he did and the other thing he did as well omg) and for it to be so intense and so tender at the same time. Vegas’ soft kisses ended my whole entire career and Pete looking up at him like that the whole time, I’m fine. Also the preview for today’s episode and them holding hands while Vegas is caressing Pete’s one so softly 😩 we better get a spiderman kiss or wound kiss so I can yeet myself to space again.
Then our one and only husbands in love kinnporsche 🥹 They were absolutely the cutest last episode! Every time I think they can’t get any more domestic there’s Kinn being the perfect boyfriend and supporting Porsche in whatever he needs, I love them so much. They were such a happy little family sitting there outside with Chay and the bread lmao but yes, invite the other brothers as well and let Korn pay for all the lies and bullshit he’s done bc we all know he will never tell the full truth.. Also the red scene made me so emotional and knowing that tonight stuff can go wrong again, I’m not prepared 😭
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, KIM INDEED! Cat I died when he showed up, my mouth dropped to the floor and I was screaming like a baby. He looked so freaking fine and this side of him, truly superior! And MOOD! I only had one thought and it’s Kim telling me to sit down, I’d be like *i’m sat* lol. No but if he could just work some more about his communication skills and actually show Chay only the tiniest amount of care instead of acting like this little bitch always walking off, I’d help a lot hahah but hopefully we’ll see a bit more of them tonight and Kim in that white shirt serving looks once again heheh
And nooo, I smiled so bright seeing your rant in my inbox, I love love love screaming about this show and all the drama with it so if you have to let it out again after tonight’s episode please do it again hihih. I’m already gonna say good luck with all the feels for tonight lmao and I’ll see you on the other side. Many hugs back to you and enjoy your weekend Cat! <333
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I FINALLY SAW THE IN THE HEIGHTS MOVIE
HOLY SHIT
HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST WITNESSED MANNA FROM THE FUCKING GODS
My skin is clear, my children are fed, and my crops are thriving and I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT IT
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Seriously, do not read if you want to see the movie, I want you to experience this emotional ride yourselves
- I don't really need to talk about the music because, as expected, it was top-notch. Everyone was great, great voices, god-tier dancing, just good shit all around
- Songs are cut and things are changed, but honestly, NOTHING was lost so there's no need to worry. For every story element they take away, they add SO MUCH MORE with the changes they made to make up for it. It's like ITH for the first time all over again :D
- First up, Usnavi. MY GOD ANTHONY RAMOS, I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SLEEPING ON YOU FOR SO LONG! I never paid him any mind back in the day because his face was just plastered all over Lams stuff (UGGGGH) so seeing him doing his own thing SEPARATE from that? I WAS ONCE BLIND BUT NOW I SEE
- The whole beach story-telling thing was throwing me off the whole time. I remember how PETRIFIED everyone was when the trailers showed that, but I had faith that there was a point to it and I WAS RIGHT!! The SECOND Sonny pointed out that green crab he painted, it was like a slap in the face, and when Usnavi started his whole 'There goes my flight' part, my cousin and I silently fist pumped in pure joy
- Also, USNAVI👏AND👏VANESSA👏AS👏MARRIED👏BUSINESS👏PARTNERS👏FUCKING👏ALL👏MY👏YES (Why did none of us think of this before????)
- USNAVI AND VANESSA GETTING A CANONICAL DAUGHTER, FUCKING YES PLEASE, PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD
- Next, Nina. Just...OH her voice...so soft...so gentle...I could fall asleep to that shit...
- The extra details of her being discriminated against at Stanford, just...DAMN, that shit HURTED. Best Girl doesn't deserve that shit!!!
- And her deciding to go back after learned that Sonny wants to be like her but can't due to discrimination just...BEST GIRL
- Benny just...OOZED charm, man. It almost makes me sad that he and Nina didn't play as big a role in the movie as they did in the play compared to Usnavi and Vanessa. ALMOST.
- Speaking of, Vanessa got an expanded role, HELL TO THE FUCKING YES. (She got a last name change from Otilla Garcia to Morales, but hey, her last name was just a workshop thing anyway so it's JUST not-canon enough to make changing it acceptable)
- Vanessa being the one who decided on the mural thing and getting Pete and Sonny to help just...BEAUTIFUL. That's TRUE LOVE right there
- Lin as Piragua Guy and Chris Jackson as Mr. Softee; that was the funniest meta shit I've EVER seen.
- I?? Did not expect?? To come out of this LOVING Kevin Rosario??? Like, he was SO MUCH BETTER and less antagonistic??? And I LOVED IT??
- Seriously though, getting rid of his prejudice against Benny was THE MOST WELCOME CHANGE in this whole movie (to me at least). When those two were together in the dispatch during the Blackout and helping people, that was just *chef's kiss* That was the pseudo-father-son shit I have been CRAVING for those two!
- Blackout was much less scary and chaotic than we were led to believe in the stage play; a part of me was disappointed, but the way they made it with everyone taking it in stride made up for it. It was like 'Aw dammit, blackout! Welp, bust out the fireworks and the Bingo boards, we're gonna be in the dark for a while, you all know the drill.'
- Also, lights turning back on RIGHT after Carnival del Barrio? Nice touch 👌
- Pete was SO GOOD. Favorite scene:
Usnavi, with Sonny: You're out here; who's watching the store? *points to Pete who's booking it out of the store having stolen something*
Sonny: *runs after him* PETE NO, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!!
- Age gap still seems a bit ambiguous between Sonny and Pete, so until confirmation is given, this pairing is staying EXPLICITLY in the stage version tag on Ao3 XD
- PETE PROVIDING VANESSA WITH INSPIRATIONAL MATERIALS, THAT IS A FACET OF FRIENDSHIP I NEVER KNEW I WANTED
- Also, appreciate Usnavi being MUCH less antagonistic towards Pete, just treating him as an annoying kid that enjoys getting a rise out of him rather than a vandal that's a bad influence who Usnavi WILL call the cops on if pushed.
- Daniela and Carla were REALLY awesome together and I'm DOWN for them being a couple, even though Hollywood STILL decided to be cowards about it with no on-screen kiss or mention that they were girlfriends (come on guys, it's 2021, stop hiding the gays!!)
- Abuela. ABUELAAAAAAAA. NEED I SAY MORE????
Usnavi: I wanna take you and Sonny to DR
Abuela: I'm not leaving without Sonny
Me: MY QUEEN, YEEEEES
- When I saw her lying down during Blackout and staring at Usnavi and Sonny and then started transitioning into Paciencia y Fe, my writer brain IMMEDIATELY began putting those metaphor pieces together and was like 'No...no no no no NO, don't you do this to me, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS TO ME-'
- Alabanza had me sobbing; no comment.
- The lotto money twist was SO GOOD??? Like, my cousin and I were VERY concerned when it wasn't brought up AT ALL, but then when it turns out she saved the ticket to give to Usnavi as a final gift after her death just...TEARS EVERYWHERE
- And last but not least...Sonny. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny SONNYYYYYYYYYYY! My son, my child, the light of my life, the stars in my sky, was given justice on this day!!!
- HE HAS A DAD!! IT'S A SHITTY DAD BUT HE HAS A PLACE TO LIVE!!! IT'S BETTER THAN WHAT WE HAD BEFORE AND I THANK BASED LMM FOR GIVING MY BOY THE BACKSTORY HE DESERVED!! (Fanfic writers, I expect MOUNTAINS of angst and hurt/comfort from you all with this new material!)
- RIP Smol Sonny, but that baby face of his MORE than made up for it :3c
- Usnavi WANTING to take Sonny to DR right off the bat, just...THANK YOU. That was DESPERATELY NEEDED and was even wrapped up early and neatly with Sonny saying to Usnavi 'Nah, I grew up here in NY, I have no memories of DR but YOU do, so if you wanna go, then go, I like it here.' and since he HAS A FUCKING HOME here, the worry for his well-being is GONE and it feels GOOD.
- Learning Sonny was undocumented was a PUNCH IN THE FUCKING HEART! My mind IMMEDIATELY reminded me when his dad asked Usnavi why he only paid Sonny in cash and the FACE HE MADE when Nina said that undocumented kids can't get in college just BABY NOOOOOOOOOO
- Usnavi. Using. The goddamn lotto money. TO GET SONNY DOCUMENTED. MY DE LA VEGA COUSIN LOVING HEART HAS FUCKING ASCENDED AND IS NEVER COMING BACK DOWN. DADNAVI SUPREMACY.
Do I have ANY gripes with this movie? Yes, I do.
THEY FUCKING KILLED CAMILA. I DO NOT APPRECIATE BEST MOM GETTING THE DISNEY TREATMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:/
Other than that though, this movie is a 10/10, go see it. Right now. I mean it.
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8. Start A War
“Bang, shots fired. Pain is what you desire. The pen is mightier than the sword then how did we get here, my God. Sail among liars, blame the deniers. So you want to start a war. So you want to be immortal with a loaded gun”
As we had done in the interrogation of Pete, Sara, Brass and I entered the interrogation room while the FBI agents stayed in the viewing room. As soon as we entered, Brian got mad and started talking.
-Finally! What am I doing here? You have no right bring me here when I have done nothing!
-Are you in a hurry, Mr. Reid? –Brass asked.
-In fact, yes –he nodded seriously- I have to stop by my ex-girlfriend’s house to pick up my stuff before she gets from work.
-So you didn’t break into her apartment? –He frowned like if he had no idea about what I was talking about- The door was bashed open.
-What? No! I have a key –he exhaled and tried to calm down- Just call Portia. She’s angry with me but she’ll back me up.
I opened my mouth in surprise. Brian didn’t know what had happened, which meant I had to tell him. This was going to be the first time that I had to communicate someone’s death. I looked at my colleagues and they nodded at me. With their support, I quickly thought about how to say it.
-There was a fire at the spa.
-A fire? Oh God! Is she OK?
-Unfortunately, Ms. Weismann never made it out of the mud bath.
-The mu.. you mean sh.. it can’t be!
-Mr. Reid, we’re sorry for your loss –Brian closed his eyes and put his hands in his head- We have no evidence implicating you right now, and we know it must be a shock to hear about Portia. We need your help to figure out what happened to her. You mentioned that you and Portia were no longer together. Was this a mutual decision?
-No, I broke it off with her. She.. her, her drug problem was getting in the way. Weed. She knew I couldn’t.. she knew I had a problem with it.
-Was Portia self-medicating? –Sara asked- Cancer patients are sometimes prescribed medicinal marijuana to help them cope with the side effects of treatment.
-Cancer? Well, that may have started her habit, but her cancer’s been in remission for years.
-Portia’s cancer had come back. The autopsy found mesothelioma in the lining of her heart. She didn’t have long.
-But she never told.. I didn’t know.
-Where were you last night? –I asked- Can anyone verify your location between the hours of three and four a.m.?
-I don’t think so, no. I was at home hanging with my body Jack for most of the night. But by then, Jack was gone and I was pretty much passed out.
-Can your buddy Jack confirm your story?
-Well, I try not to ask the bottle too many questions. People look at me funny.
-Mr. Reid or should I call you Captain Reid? –I could see where Brass was going.
-Not anymore, I’m no longer with the Las Vegas Fire Department.
-I bet you’ve seen a lot of buildings burn and I bet you know a lot of ways to light ‘em up.
-You know something buddy? You are way the hell outta line! –Brian snapped and hit the table with his fist- I devoted my life to jumping into flames and saving people. So for you to sit there and insinuate that I may be an arsonist.. is the most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me! And Portia? You think I set Portia on fire?! I mean, I don’t know what kind of animals you people have to deal with, but that’s not me!
-Being a firefighter was obviously very important to you so it must have hurt to lose that. I think you failed a drug test..?
-Portia made pot brownies. Now, she says she didn’t dose mi intentionally but she did leave the damn things right where I would find them and she didn’t tell me what they were! And then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, happy Monday! Go pee in a cup.
-You dumped her because she dosed you.
-Tell us about this tool –Sara showed him a picture of the tool used to break in Portia’s apartment- It’s a firefighter tool, isn’t it?
-It’s called a Denver Tool. Firefighters use it for getting into and out of places.
-The drywall at the spa was ventilated with a Denver Tool.
-Well, it wasn’t mine. Anybody can buy one on the internet, even my gir.. even Portia had one. She wanted it for protection. Said it creeped her out to be alone in that place all day.
-How often did she do that? Spend hours alone at the spa? –I asked him.
-Just about every day. You know.. there were times I started to believe that place might be some sort of front for money laundering. Portia was convinced and she was keeping her own records.
I looked at the mirror, knowing Killian and his partner were behind it watching the interrogation. Brian gave them what they were looking for.
-Did anyone else know Portia was keeping financial records?
-I think she might have mentioned it to her boss which seemed like the wrong guy to talk to about it, but she trusted him. After she talked to him, she got all paranoid.
I left the room feeling satisfied. Besides clearing up my suspicions, Brian gave us a reason for Pete to start the fire and the pressure point we wanted to start dismantling “The Queen of the Hive”. Next stop? Pete Baxa’s barbershop.
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When we got to Pete’s office, the barbershop, we saw the blinds down and the sign closed hanging on the door. Killian and I exchanged a daring look and knocked on the door despite being closed. We were willing to wait whatever it took, but luckily, Pete opened the door holding a piece of paper around his neck.
-Hi, uh, sorry. I was shaving.. cut myself –he threw the paper in the trash next to the door- What can I do for you?
-We’re looking for a tool –I said directly- Portia Weismann owned a firefighter tool. She kept it at the spa for security. Have you seen it?
-No, she had some kind of weapon at the spa? That’s totally against company policy.
-That’s all we need right now. We’ll be back.
-Uh.. looking forward to it.
After that phrase, he closed the door and disappeared. It was clear that Pete wasn’t a very smart pawn, because if were, he wouldn’t have given us his DNA. When the evidence is in a public place and in plain sight, we don’t need a warrant, so we took the paper.
Still with the DNA lab doors closed, you could hear the music Greg was playing but once I opened the doors, the sound flooded the room and Greg was lost in the song. He moved his leg like he was hitting the drum’s pedal and moved his arms like he had drumsticks.
-Good morning to you too, Greg! –I yelled in his ear and he jumped in fright.
-What can I say? A man need his pleasures –he answered with a smile while he removing the music.
-Especially, when those pleasures include Marilyn Manson’s Holy Wood album.
Greg’s eyes lit up and his mouth fell open at what Killian said. Love at first sight.
-Greg Sanders –he introduced himself and shook hands with Killian- It’s always a pleasure meeting someone who values metal music.
-Killian Hayes.
I was surprised to see that Killian didn’t introduce himself as a Special Agent, which is normally what they should do, but with Greg he did it on a personal way. Like if he wanted to meet him beyond the profession.
-I don’t know why but I knew you two would get along –I smiled at them and handed Greg the piece of paper with Pete’s blood- I need you to compare this blood with the black hair from the bead curtain. I need it ASAP, please.
-C’mon love, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee while we wait.
-I bet you can get it for free with that charm of yours –I said as I walked out the door that Killian was holding for me.
-You don’t like it? -he put his arm around my shoulders and brought me closer to him as we walked down the hall being the center of attention of my colleagues. I looked at his blue eyes and his devilish smile and forgot about everyone and everything around us.
We left the lab and went to a cafeteria that was on the opposite street, so we were close in case we were needed. We sat at a table at the back, by the window, and ordered two coffees. He ordered an Irish coffee, which was curious but predictable.
-Feeling homesick? –he raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly- How did you become an FBI agent anyway?
-Had some connections with the IRA. One day the FBI showed up at my door, offered me a deal to be their informant, I accepted and since I helped them take down the operation I started working with them until I got my position.
-That’s.. quite impressive, actually.
-What about you?
-I thought you were Sherlock Holmes, why don’t you give it a shot? –I dared him. Killian placed both arms on the table and stared at me.
-Divorced parents clearly marked by the absence of a father, broken home and growing up with different difficulties. Short-tempered and with a certain tendency to fight–I swallowed and leaned back- I’m sorry Laura, but you’re from textbook.
-You’re right.. –I nodded with a certain sadness- About everything.
-Hey, it’s better to come from a broken home than to live in one –the waitress brought us the coffees, interrupting that beautiful scene- So, what was your method to get the rage out?
-Boxing.
-Suits you –he smiled like he expected that answer- Keep practicing it?
-Not since I moved here.
-Why’s that?
-Well, coming to Vegas was a new chance for me and I wanted a different life than what I had in Barcelona, so I left it all behind.
-In my opinion, I think you should box again. I’m going to give you some advice, Laura. You need to find something outside of work to disconnect. Anything. Otherwise, the things you see and the people you meet, they’re going to be stucked in your head. For a girl like you, with that kind of fire inside, boxing is one of the best options.
***
Greg sent me a message confirming that the DNA matched, which meant we had a search warrant. Brass, Sara and I got in the same car and we headed to the barber shop.
-Mr. Baxa, Las Vegas Police, open up! –Brass yelled while he knocked on the door- Looks like he’s not here. We’ll have to execute the warrant without him.
The police opened up the door and Sara and I handled the scene investigation. The barber shop was small, way too small to be a normal business, so we figured that everything had to be in his office. We found an empty financial portfolio with the spa’s logo on it.
-Those records we found in the victim’s oven are just the kind you’d keep in a binder like this –Sara concluded.
-Hey Sara, look what I found –I held the bag in my hands- Vegan blueberry muffins. They look almost edible.. and flammable.
Next to the office, there was a small room with shelves, but the first thing we saw was some boots on the floor. Sara picked them up and observed the sole of the shoe. It was similar with the shoeprint the intruder had left at Portia’s apartment.
-I wonder why they need so much acetone –I said to my colleague pointing to a 5L litter of acetone- Place is a little too masculine for manicures.
-Mmm.. Laura? Guess what my favorite city is.
I turned around and looked at the tool she picked.
-Denver.
Back in the lab, it was time to get some physical evidence of Pete’s tampering with the Denver Tool, since finding it in his office wasn’t enough. We needed him on the weapon that caused the fire and killed Portia. I had the tool on the table and everything I needed to search for fingerprints, when someone entered the room. I looked back and saw him.
-Hey Nick.
-Hey, how you doing with the case? –he asked when he stood next to me.
-Good, actually I was about to examine the tool that caused the fire.
-Can I help you with something? –he nicely offered.
-Well, if you want you can examine the portfolio –I pointed to the portfolio next to him on the table- I was going to do it after finishing with the tool, but if you help me that would be great.
-Let’s get to work then! –Nick put on some gloves and I looked at him with a kind look, thinking him for helping me.
With the magnetic powders I dusted all the parts of the tool, but there was only one fingerprint on the handle. I looked at Nick with a satisfied smile while he looked back showing me the portfolio with another fingerprint. We had both been successful.
-Now, let’s photograph them and run them through AFIS.
-So, ..Where’s the Super Agent? –Nick asked like he was interested.
-I don’t know, I’m not his mom.
-Yeah, I know.. I was just asking because you’ve been spending so much time together.
-Well, yes, we’re working a case.. together.
-I’ve worked cases with FBI agents and they haven’t been holding me in the middle of the hall.
I had never seen Nick react like this; he seemed annoyed and even jealous. Before saying anything, I stopped to look at him. He kept his gaze steady, jaw clenched and darken eyes.
-Nick, what’s all this about?
-About that you two should have a professional relationship. I understand that he’s handsome and charming, but don’t let that cloud you. Especially when he’s playing with you.
-Excuse me?! –I opened my mouth and took step back- What if I like him? What do you have to do in my love life? Do I tell you who you should be or shouldn’t be with? Besides, I think it’s funny and hypocritical that you advise me to keep it professional. Like you did with Kristy?
-I guess I had that one coming.
The sound of the AFIS search separated us from the discussion to look at the result. Portia’s fingerprints were the ones in the financial portfolio, confirming she took the papers and Pete’s fingerprints were the ones on the handle of the Denver Tool, confirming he started the fire.
As fast as I could, I went to Brass’s office to get an arrest warrant for Pete. I knocked on his door and when he let me in, I realized that both officers were in the office and looking nervous.
-Guys, I think I know what happened –I explained- Baxa was laundering money and when Portia confronted him about it, he panicked. Then he decided to rig the spa to explode. Portia probably showed up after Pete was gone. Doc Robbins said she had marijuana in her system, so she might not have noticed the acetone. While she was there burning to death, Baxa was at her apartment, looking for the records she was keeping.
-Laura –Brass made a dramatic pause- We have a visitor. Ms. Beatriz Salazar.
-You serious? She’s here?
-“The Queen of the Hive” herself just walked in and asked to talk to the CSI in charge of the Pedro Baxa case.
-Do you mind if I sit in on this one, Captain Brass? –Agent Huntby asked.
-Be my guest, you can even take my seat. I’ll hang back and watch from the viewing room.
Agent Huntby and I entered the room with some intimidation and fear, we couldn’t deny it. Agent Huntby remained standing while I sat across from Beatriz. She was a woman in her 50s, she had brown hair with highlights. Her suit clothes showed a scar on her chest from an open-heart surgery and a tattoo of a crow.
-Hello, Ms. Salazar. My name is Special Agent..
-Gene Huntby. I know who you are. But she.. –she looked at me with narrowed eyes- I am unfamiliar with. I shall presume you are the one persecuting my poor, clumsy Pedrocito?
-We’re not persecuting anyone. The evidence speaks for itself, ma’am –I wasn’t going to let Beatriz intimidate me- Why are you here? Usually. When someone wants to talk to us in this room, they want to confess. So, is there something you’d like to get off your chest, Ms. Salazar?
-You think you’re very clever, don’t you? –She got mad- Perhaps I know you better than I thought, but I’m here for Pedro. He’s family.
-Family, huh? You know, I might actually be moved by that, if you weren’t still the primary suspect in the execution murder of your first husband –Agent Huntby spoke boldly.
-My husband’s murderer remains at large, Agent Huntby –she smiled at him- Pedro’s family, all three of his sisters, they live in the house I provide. So, as you can see, I have s significant investment in the future and well being of this young man.
-Sorry about your investment, but, like I said, the evidence speaks for itself and it never lies –I spoke again.
-What precisely is this evidence saying to you?
-I’m not at liberty to discuss the specifics of an ongoing investigation.
-Very well, I understand. Sometimes a man is called upon to be more than he has been in the past. Sometimes he fails.
-A woman is dead because Pete Baxa was trying to clean up a mess. Do you think it was his own or yours?
-I think if this evidence is speaking to you, miss, then something must be lost in the translation, regardless of whatever mess there was, Pedro is incapable of violence. Pedro is not a murderer.
-You’re very bold to come here. Aren’t you afraid you’ll leave some trace behind? A hair or flake of skin? Something with your DNA.. that we might be able to use against you.
She looked at me with a sideways smile and then she spat on the floor.
-Wouldn’t want to make your job more difficult than it has to be. I believe I have made myself very clear to you. I shall not waste anymore of your time. Muchas gracias.
Beatriz got up from the chair, gave me a last challenging look and left the room. A few seconds later, we all met again in the hallway. When we were about to talk about what happened, Brass got a phone call.
-Two police officers came by to serve that arrest warrant again –Brass explained as we walked into the barber shop and saw Pete dead on one of his chairs- They found him like this. Called it in.
There was a video camera aimed right at him, so we hit the play button. Pedro was sitting in front of the camera making his confession.
-My name is Pedro Baxa. I am an embezzler.. and a murderer. I set fire to the Superla Spa in order to cover up the fact that, for some time now, I have benn fraudulently reporting its earnings –he really looked sad and sorry- I poured acetone all over, I cut the gas line, and left a muffin to burn in the toaster oven. I swear to God the place was empty when I rigged it go up. I know it’s small comfort, but I apologize to her family and to anyone close to her. I’m so sorry for taking her away. Please, tell my sisters this. I made a deal with the devil to keep you safe, to give you a better life. I beg you to remember me if you are ever tempted to make a deal of your own. So it’s come to this.. Good bye.
Pete Baxa put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
***
-So all the forensic evidence supports what Pete Baxa confessed to on the video? –Killian asked.
-Yes, it does. But Pete Baxa’s confession wasn’t for us.
-Neither was his suicide. I think he was trying to make amends.. to his Queen.
-Well, this case may not have resolved itself the way you hoped. Now, we’ll have to find another way to trap Salazar.
-Yeah.. and maybe we’ll trap her together –Killian nodded and looked at me. Noticing we were in the middle of the hallway, he got close- Look, I’m not leaving until tomorrow and I was wondering that maybe you’d like to have dinner with me. Now that the case is officially over.
Killian’s seductive and daring gaze was a force that attracted me to him. His hand brushed mine lightly and I couldn’t help but blush. There was no reason for what I felt when I was with him. So, when I was going to say yes, Nick appeared on the scene. He and Warrick were talking and laughing and then Nick realized that I was there with Killian. His face changed.
-I can’t. I’m sorry.
-I understand love –Killian nodded and approached me to give me a hug- Maybe some other time. I’ve left something in your locker accompanied by my phone number. Call me.
After that farewell, the first thing I did was go open my locker to get my things and find what he had left. It was the business card of a boxing club in Vegas.
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I've not been keeping up with embeddable for over eight months now,has anything major happened in that time?
Ah, sigh. If only the show was called em-beddable, we might get some more X rated scenes and see Robert without his shirt more often!! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!)
Main points.
ROBRON GOT MARRIED!!!!! LEGALLY, PROPERLY, FOREVER!! LEGIT!!
Eight months? Lachlan lost it, threatened Belle, Sam and Robert with a shot gun before a gun chase, Robert drove over Belle, and Lachlan was arrested. Brilliant TV, but every Lachlan appearance after that point, in prison, made the original story feel a lot worse.
Chaddy had a baby called Grace that died a few hours after she was born due to a kidney condition.
Chas is now expecting again, and as the first scan, baby is healthy.
Jacob is being groomed by his teacher, Maya, also David’s girlfriend, and Jacob/Maya are sleeping together.
Rebecca and Ross left!! Which makes my personal viewing experience much better.
Robron lost Seb who now lives with Rebecca for most of the time, and agreed to try for another baby and look into options.
Billy, Jessie’s other son arrived on Christmas day from prison. Former enemy of Aaron’s from prison which apparently we’re getting back to.
Oh, Jessie and Marlon are now married!
Bobel is over.
Liv has implied she might be asexual, and is currently dating Jacob.
Vnity have moved in together in the pub and are engaged.
Joe “died” in October because Cain punched him, only Cain didn’t kill him, but neither did Graham, and he’s living it up in Monte Carlo which makes no sense however hard you try so don’t bother.
Kim Tate is now inhabiting Home Farm, as an old fashioned soap bitch (who I’m loving, though not many others are.)
Dan/Kerry are on the rocks. She thinks it’s over, Dan’s trying to spin it out a bit longer.
Charley Webb is pregnant which means we’ll be Debbie free for a while.
Rhona’s had a hysterectomy, causing a bit of Pete/Rhona drama but as of right now, they’re still together.
Manpreet and Rishi got married in Vegas.
Manpreet also has a shopping addiction, and she may or may not have married Rishi for his money.
Dawn became a regular.
Bob spiralled and became homeless, sleeping on a bench and suffering from hypothermia.
Matty was attacked over new year by transphobes.
Daz. is. gone… breathe a sigh of relief.
Vanessa got stabbed by Lachlans dad (yes, that is as out of nowhere as it sounds).
Lisa’s dying, and Charity knows but no one’s told Belle.
Ellis/Vic had a pregnancy scare, and now that relationship is over.
Ellis/Billy have a somewhat unsatisfying feud over what, I’m not sure.
Nicola and Robert tried (and failed) to scam HF again.
Leyla had a brief relationship with Tom Chambers which ended in art fraud.
Megan/Graham were a thing and are now not after Graham had no choice (rolling eyes) but to fall in bed with Kim.
Aaron had a wild week where he decided throwing a few grand at a willing womans uterus for rental was a good idea.
Paddy found out his father isn’t his father, is in fact some weird af wrestler called Bear Wolf who they refuse to give a proper name.
Kerry went to Ireland to pick up Amy, who was a recast and is now back in the village trying to get to know Kyle.
Mandy Dingle popped up for a week in January and was a surprising breath of fresh air.
Also something we’ve got coming up that I’m looking forward to is Matty’s top surgery. (April is all I know) I really want to know how Emmerdale tell that one.
I’ve probably missed stuff.
#were you trying to make a point nonnie?#about how nothings changed?#because I'd disagree#but if you were genuinely asking#here covers it
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25 Tales Of Christmas
Author's note: I wanted to do something special for you guys. 💙 This year was rocky af but even when I disappeared you guys were still here! There's a few writing debuts here and a few favorites. I really just wanted to do something big that also gave you guys choices. So why not a whole bunch of Christmas and Christmas related blurbs? 💙 My whole goal was to not think too hard which is why some are shorter and some end abruptly. Sorry for that, but it's really the only reason this got done. I hope you guys enjoy and have/ had a wonderful day. I love you all!
1. Chris Brookes
Chris Brookes smiled when he seen her face appear on his phone. Though his friend beside him rolled his eyes. "So I take it that you made it home safely and your plane didn't crash?" He asked as soon as he answered the phone. He was greeted with a scoff before she started to laugh. Only he would start a conversation so bluntly. "I'm in the backseat of the car right now. Not at the bottom of the ocean." Skylar answered after a few seconds. She'd promised to call as soon as she landed, but the airport was packed to the gills. So she'd decided to do it on her way home. "I'm glad you got what you wanted for Christmas this year." The sincerity in his voice made her heart fuzzy. Last year she'd been unable to make it home for Christmas for the first time in her life. He'd made sure she had a good day, but he could still see the sadness in his friend's eyes. So this year he'd helped her make sure it didn't happen again. "Thank you, Chris. Truly." She whispered. The woman didn't miss her mom's smile in the side mirror. She would definitely get interrogated later. After a few seconds she took a deep breath. "It's getting late over there..." Her words trailed off but she caught the meaning. "Have a good time, Skylar. I can't wait to hear all about it." They both said goodbye before a hand smacked the back of his head. "Tell the girl you love her already. I'm tired of you two pining for each other." The younger man grumbled before unpausing the game.
2. Kenny Omega
"Merry Christmas, Wren." Kenny mumbled when he watched the clock flip to midnight. The woman curled into his side couldn't help but smile. "Merry Christmas, Kenny." She replied simply. She had nowhere to go for the holidays besides friend's in the states. He hadn't been able to go home for the holidays. They decided that they'd celebrate together at the apartment. Next week she'd go and make a round around the states to see her friends. For now she was just fine with being in his arms watching Elf. The gifts that sat under their tree just made her smile bigger. Maybe things weren't perfect, and they never would be, but this was good. No matter what happened she had this and that's what mattered to her. It was at that moment that Kenny kissed her head with a small chuckle. "Good thing Santa came early this year. Because I'd be pissed if I had to move right now." He joked. He could see the look in her grey eyes. Holidays were hard for her after her aunt passed. "You could take him." She answered without missing a beat. Their laughter quieted as they shared a few short kisses. Maybe she could live with Christmas just like this.
4. Sami Zayn
"Did Santa remember to eat the cookies?" Veronica asked quietly when he entered the room again. Sami had just finished putting the last of their gifts under the tree. He'd even managed to sneak the adult's gifts down without them noticing it. "Santa got beat to it by your sister's not boyfriend." He joked as he slipped under the covers next to the woman. Veronica only rolled her eyes. "I can't wait until they break down and see what we've all seen since the start." She told her boyfriend with a sigh. "Hey... She seen us coming a long time before we did. So, we've gotta give them time. Like two more weeks before we just follow them around screaming." The red head joked. If her daughter wouldn't have been asleep she would have cackled. Instead she settled for hushed giggles. "All I can see is Magnolia just chasing Rose screaming at her to marry Dean." She told him between laughs. He couldn't help but laugh with her. It was something her daughter would definitely do. "Wait until she sees the dollhouse." He whispered once it went quiet. She loved that he still kept such a sense of wonder about Christmas. His happiness transferred to her even when she was stressed to the max. "Definitely going to earn some brownie points." Veronica said with a knowing smile. The girl had been asking for it all year, and he'd actually bought it the first time she mentioned it. Yet he was keen on Santa giving it to her. So he'd kept it hidden for months on end in anticipation for Christmas. Now that it was finally here she could see the anxious energy building up. "Go to sleep, Sami Zayn. She'll be in here in no time." Veronica told him before gently pressing her lips to his.
5. Dean Ambrose
A Hallmark Christmas was something that Dean had never been part of before meeting Rose Wilming. He'd always brushed off people's invitations as nothing but pity and moved on. Yet suddenly here was someone who absolutely wouldn't take no for an answer. He was content to just getting drunk and watching whatever was on tv for Christmas. It was the closest thing to a tradition he had. But the white haired woman wasn't having it. And what Rose wanted, she got. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed the first Christmas. So here he was for a second year, watching as the family opened their gifts. That's when the woman grabbed a stocking and held it towards him. "Silly uncle Dean forgot to get his stocking!" She joked with a big smile. Rose knew that he was still in disbelief that they all got him gifts, let alone a stocking. She'd hear all about it when they went back to work in a few days. "I'm still waking up. I stayed up real late trying to catch the him." Dean covered with a chuckle. He could get used to this. Especially if it was always with Rose.
6. Jimmy Havoc
Jimmy fidgeted when Isolde grabbed the smallest gift. He knew she didn't really wear a lot of jewelry, but when he seen the dragon he had to get it. It was so perfectly her that it surprised even him. He just hoped she would like it as much as he thought she would. The purple haired woman laughed quietly as she ripped off his messy wrapping paper. She was almost positive he was at least half drunk when he remembered that he had to wrap his gifts. That or the man had the skills of small child. When she seen that it was a necklace box she immediately looked at him. His eyes avoided her and instead went to the black tree beside them. She knew it had to be good. With a small smile she popped the lid open. The purple and black dragon made her giggle gleefully. "It's perfect!" She yelled before she lunged forward and hugged him. Laughter was intermingled with kisses before he pulled back just slightly. "Merry Christmas, Isolde."
7. Trent Seven
Trent peaked over to make sure that his fiance was still asleep. He'd had her gifts sent to her mother's in anticipation of traveling. Yet he hadn't found free time to wrap them. So now he was doing so as quietly as he possibily could while she slept soundly. Even drooling with messy black hair everywhere she looked like a goddess to him. "I love that you can sleep through the world ending." He told her nonchalantly, taping down the the folded corner of wrapping paper. He inspected the box before setting it in the growing pile of finished presents. He was getting through it much faster than he expected. With a sip of now lukewarm cocoa he grabbed another gift and got to work. He didn't know that the woman had been awake for a solid ten minutes. She hadn't opened her eyes, just listened. It was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that she was conscious. Especially when he started to do the one thing that woke her up: sing a few carols. Luckily before she cracked he got up to rush a handful of gifts under the tree, and put a few in her stocking. Tabbitha took that time resituate herself and try to fall back to sleep so he could finish his last minute wrapping. The last thing she remembered before falling back asleep was him kissing her temple.
8. Pete Dunne
Pete didn't know why he agreed to any of this. Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he agreed to this. He hated being an ocean and half a country away from Leena. On top of that he had peaked the "special" garments that she had packed. But the longer he stood there the more he questioned if it was really worth it. Of course he loved her more than he thought was possible, but the Christmas party was dragging on. There were so many people in the Ickers' house, and he could only really stand five of them. The rest were too stuck up for his taste. It was in that moment that he felt a pair of hands snake around his front and up his chest. "The kids are calling you Grinch." His girlfriend told him with a chuckle. He could understand it. He was standing in the entryway simply staring ahead, a barely touched drink in his hand. He had already been doing his best not to sneer at their friend's family. "Melody says that we can go as soon gifts are handled. Think you can last another hour?" She asked before leaning her head between his shoulder blades. "Fuck that." He muttered before taking a long drink. "Trent and Tabby are by the buffet table. Just stick with them for a few while I grab Mel. The faster we get gifts passed out the faster we can leave. And the faster I can give you an early present." The way she drug out present made him look over his shoulder at the her for the first time. "Just a bit longer, big guy." With that she kissed his cheek and walked off. With a sigh he headed towards their friends. Yeah. He knew exactly why he'd done it.
9. Tyle Bate
Tyler's phone went off at almost five pm on the dot. A quick calculation told him it was just after nine in the morning in Vegas. Melody always did love Christmas. He picked up the video call with a large smile. It was time for her to open his gift. They were doing a bit better than when they broke up. They could be in the same room for extended periods of time without fighting. That didn't mean that it hurt any less. "Merry Christmas!" The red head greeted as soon as she seen his face. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was in her pajamas and makeup free with her hair thrown up haphazardly. "Merry Christmas, Melody!" He replied with equal enthusiasm. It was Trent who talked him into letting them take the present to the States. She'd be in the UK just after the new year and he figured she could open it then. But the more he thought about it, and the more they asked, he knew that was the wrong decision. So he'd sent the present with them with the instructions of her calling him when she opened it. He couldn't help but notice that she had snuck off to her room to open it. He could only imagine what her parents thought about the whole thing. The woman placed the phone just right so that he could see her and her hands were free. It was then she held up the box wrapped in red and green shiny paper. He was probably a little too proud of how well he wrapped it. Melody shook it a few times with a growing smile. "Oh just open it, silly!" He joked with a laugh. Without a second thought she ripped the paper off and pulled the tape off to finally get a look inside.
10. Mark Andrews
Grace woke up with kisses being placed all over her face. She couldn't help but laugh at the blonde man. "Good morning, handsome." She said before she yawned. "Merry Christmas, love." Mark replied. She pecked his lips a few times before he wrapped her in his arms. "Chloe's calling us as soon as she wakes up. And I got a message in all capitals telling me you aren't opening any of her gifts until then." His words made her laugh. Her little sister knew how she was about Christmas. "But we can still open ours?" Grace asked with a smile. With a matching smile he let her go and stood up. "C'mon, my lady. I hear Santa thinks your an angel." Mark told her, holding his hand out. "I love you so much. Even when you're cheesier than a bag if Cheetos."
11. Sami Callihan
Taya couldn't help but laugh as she watched Sami cut at the zip tie covered box. It was a dick move, but it was a tradition. Every year they took turns trying to beat the fastest time. Sami knew he was getting close to the seven minute fifty three second record and was starting to panic a bit. Someone wouldn't be getting the last piece of pie this year. He was ripping into the paper when her phone's timer went off. "Ha! I win again!" She cheered. When her boyfriend started to pout she simply leaned forward and kissed him. "I'm getting you next year." He muttered before kissing her again. When they finally pulled apart she only rolled her eyes. "That's what you said last year.... But I can't wait to watch you try. Now finish opening your gift."
12. Jake Crist
For a brief moment worry filled every part of him when she shook him awake. Was everything okay? But then he could register the glee in her voice as she said his name. Suddenly he snapped out of his more than half asleep state and opened his eyes. "Jake! Merry Christmas!" Nova cheered when she seen him smile. "Merry Christmas, sunshine." He told her, rolling on to his back. She looked so bright and happy that he never wanted to forget it. He knew that this was the first real Christmas she'd had in years, and to see her like this made him happy to his soul. This is exactly what he wanted for Christmas. Just to see his girl looking like a ray of sunshine that would never be dimmed. After a few minutes he sat up and stretched. She seen the small smile on his face before he spoke. " Last one to the tree has to clean up!"
13. Dave Crist
Krystal was more than a little surprised when she got out of the shower and heard Dave in the bedroom. Last she'd seen him he'd been wrapping some gifts in the living room. There was no way he had gotten all that done in the time it took her to shower. By the time she exited the bathroom he was gone once more. However there was a wad of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. She could only imagine what he'd gotten stuck on. She didn't know what he got anyone. Almost as if on cue she could hear him calling her. Dave was sat on the living room staring at the stack of stuffed slasher movie characters when she found him. "How the fuck am I supposed to wrap these without Nova knowing what they are?" He asked tiredly.
14. Matt Riddle
"You sure you don't want to open one?" Matt asked again. Josie's eyes had drifted to the tree repeatedly over the course of the day. He knew the big box would get her attention. She'd been staring at it off and on since she woke up. It was one reason he made sure to put it by the tree before he went to bed the night prior. But Josie was a stickler for Christmas traditions, and she never opened gifts before Christmas morning. "Positive." She answered before looking back up at him. The man kissed her temple before he looked back at the tv. "I'm gonna get you one year. I swear on it." He told her with a dramatic sigh. The woman laughed before leaning her head back to look up at him. "Babe, you could tell me that world peace was in that box and I still wouldn't open it before Christmas morning."
15. Finn Balor
Flora looked at the Lego Disney castle with a sigh. She hated to admit how much she missed her friend. He'd offered to take her with him, but she politely declined. It was a holiday about family. She'd talked to hers and thanked them for the gifts. Yet now all she wanted was Finn. She wanted to listen to him laugh and help him build Legos with Christmas movies playing in the background. The thought made her shake her head. She was being absolutely ridiculous. That was no way to be thinking. He wasn't hers. He probably never would be. She wasn't making a fool of herself by telling him of her little crush. It was then that her phone rang. Seeing his name made her brow furrow. Was everything okay? "Hello?" She answered worriedly. Suddenly there was a group of voices singing Jingle Bells, her best friend's voice the loudest. Her mood was immediately lifted. Maybe her crush wasn't as small as she thought.
16. Corey Graves
Corey laughed when he came out of the bedroom and seen her all set up. "Thought these were just casual photos, Lily?" He asked knowingly. He knew there really was no such thing for the photographer. She had a keen eye, and things had to be perfect. "The lighting was weird in my first test shot. One light wasn't enough so I had to bring out both of them. Then later we can do one with the Christmas lights instead. Those should be real good." The woman told him before looking up at him. "You are the most stunning man I've ever laid eyes on." The woman complimented with a smile. "Easy, tiger. I think you wanted to take some Christmas pictures. After that I'm all yours." His words made her blush but she nodded nonetheless. "Sit down, Graves."
17. Jeff Hardy
Addison looked over the bed carefully. She would not fail at keeping her annual Nerf fight winning streak. This would be her third win. In that instant she narrowly escaped a foam bullet to the face. "Looks like you've pinned yourself down, darling." Jeff said from their bedroom doorway. He sounded so smug. "You sure about that?" She asked innocently. The tone only made him more suspicious. "You're either losing because you try to crawl under the bed, or because you jump out of a second story window. Either way I'll get you before you get too far." The words made her snort. "You would shoot me as I flung myself out of the window?" She asked with a laugh. She couldn't see him but she knew that he had shrugged. Addie took his silence as her sign to put her plan in place. While he was leaning down to get her from under the bed, she jumped up and shot him in the back. "I win!"
18. Joe Hendry
Daisy looked over when she heard the door open. "Hello, beauty." Joe greeted as he entered their flat. He took a moment to put away the groceries before he laid down beside on the ground. "Why are we on the floor today?" He asked with a smile. He knew she only did this when she'd done something really ridiculous. "I wrapped everyone's gifts... Without stopping to write down who's was what." She answered before covering her face with his hands. It took everything in him not to burst out laughing right there. She was obviously embarrassed, and he didn't want to make it worse, but it was hilarious. In fact he gave it a week before she was telling everyone about it. "I'll go unwrap it all for you. I'll even wrap them all over again. All you have to do is write out the tag." The Scottish man offered. He seen her nod minutely before he stood up. He knew she'd hidden his gifts weeks before. "Come on, love. We'll have it all sorted in no time."
19. Baron Corbin (takes place around NXT era)
Abigail always loved Christmas night. The stress of the morning was gone, and it gave way to comfort. She was curled up on the couch with Baron, Friday the 13th playing on the tv. Absently one hand was scratching his scalp while the other held one of his. It was definitely a unique Christmas, but she loved it. There was no place she'd rather be then in his arms on their couch. Feeling his eyes on her made her look up, smile on her face. "I love you, Abby." Baron said quietly. "I love you too. More than you know." She replied easily. She knew that this was it for her. She was fine with that. She untangled her hand from his hair and kissed his cheek. "Nowhere else for me in the world but right here." The woman told him before turning her attention back to the tv.
20. Marty Scurll
"You fucking numpty!" Marty heard Luna yell as soon as he opened the door. His eyes widened as he sat down the bags in his hand. Had his hell trip to the mall not been long enough? He moved to leave when she appeared in the living room. "Not you. Don't even think about walking back out of that door." Luna told him pointedly before grabbing one of the spare tape rolls. "'Wrap them together so she doesn't know what it is, Luna.' God, what a fucking dumbass." She mocked herself before she went back into their bedroom. Without being told he picked the bags back up and followed her. She was stubborn, but he could tell that she needed help whether she liked it or not. What was on the bed could only be described as a wrapping nightmare. Though the three small boxes were covered, the paper was wrinkled and there was enough tape to make another box. "Hey there, love. Need some help with that?" He asked quietly. She'd either give in or stabbing him with the scissors sitting next to her. Her eyes went between him and the present a few times. "Is it that bad?" She asked in defeat. When he didn't immediately answer she pushed it towards him. "Be my guest, Marty. Be my guest." She told him before flopping onto her pillow.
21. Matt Jackson (I don't have a name for his OC yet. 🤦🤷😂)
Her eyes shined as she looked at the tree. It was her favorite holiday, and it was the first one she was having with him. Matt kissed her temple before he gently turned her around. "You are the epitome of beauty and Christmas cheer, but if you look at the tree anymore you're going to go blind. That or the tree's catching on fire. Now, I don't know about you but to me those sound like horrible ways to spend the rest of Christmas Eve. So I'll make us some hot chocolate and you can pick what movie we watch." His offer made her laugh. "You're going to regret that, but I'll take you up on that offer." She told him before kissing his cheek and sitting on the couch. "Babe, the only regrets I have are some of the stupid things I've done in the ring. I'm pretty sure that whatever you choose won't be as bad as jumping off a ladder." He seen her think it over before she nodded. "If you say so. Hurry up so I can surprise you. I have the perfect movie in mind." Matt playfully rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchen.
22. Jack Gallagher
Genevieve sat back as she looked at the gifts. She'd chosen to spend Christmas with Jack instead of fighting to get cross country. Judging by the way she was feeling it was the right choice. She didn't understand why he'd been so nervous the night prior. He'd gotten her everything she wanted. Even things that were cute and practical like the travel fridge that would keep her energy drinks cold at work. Most people seen the title makeup artist and just shrugged it off and got her cosmetics. But he knew how picky she was. He knew that she didn't want to think about work while she was relaxing. "Thank you, Jack. It's perfect. All of it is perfect." She whispered. When she looked up she seen him smiling so wide that it looked painful. "I'm glad that you like it all." He told her with a quiet laugh. Maybe he was being silly and maybe he had overdone it. He just wanted a way to tell her thanks. They'd become closer since she moved in. Maybe they weren't together, but he knew now more than ever that he loved her. She'd become his confidant. He didn't have time to finish thinking before her lips were on his.
23. Zack Sabre Jr
Lyla texted her sister and Marty before she snuck out of bed. Zack was still out cold, and she was okay with that for the time being. It gave her a chance to make a quick breakfast before they opened gifts and went on with the Christmas festivities. It didn't take long for her boyfriend to wake up once he smelled the food. "Merry Christmas, babe." He called as he exited their room. "Merry Christmas, Zack. I see Santa decided that even the naughty one got gifts this year." The woman joked as she turned off the stove. "You can't say much. I watched you break a bat on somebody." Before she could correct him his lips were on hers. She rolled her eyes when they parted but still let it slide. "Keep that up and I'm taking some back." Lyla chided before she sat down on the floor with her plate. "You wouldn't dare."
24. Adam Cole (Set in the If You Were Smart/ If You Cared universe! (Look y'all idk what the fuck is going on there but the idea wouldn't leave))
She didn't know what made her do it. Yet when Adam sent her flight info and a plane ticket she couldn't find it in her to say no. Things had been tense, to say the very least. She'd barely actually spoken to him since he said he wanted to be there. They texted sporadically, but were still basically strangers. He promised her she just had to stop by and then she could leave. No strings attached. He just wanted to give her a gift. That's how she found herself nervously knocking on an apartment door. Almost immediately he pulled the door open and greeted her with a bright smile. Clad in a tee shirt and jeans with his hair tossed into a bun she was able to appreciate how handsome he was. Not just in the roguish way she seen him the night their lives changed, but overall. That damned smirk was replaced with a real smile. It took her a second to snap out of it. "Hi." She said quietly, blush rising up her neck. She felt stupid. She watched his eyes scan her midsection before he cocked his head. With a roll of her eyes she pulled her hoodie and shirt up just past her stomach. "Still small and barely noticeable." The woman deadpanned. The few people who knew all had the same reaction. She acted annoyed, but in reality it warmed her heart. They wanted to know about her little one. Without thinking one of Adam's hands were on the small bulge. "Noticeable to the people who look." He whispered quietly. As if he was snapping out of a daydream he pulled his hand away. "Sorry. Come in, princess." He told her after clearing his throat. She only nodded as she passes by him. It was one of the few moments he actually let himself show his feelings on the situation. He played it cool but she could see the awe in his eyes. The man was starting to warm up to the idea of being a dad. "I can't offer you a drink... So... Do you want something to eat?" He asked with a small laugh once the door was shut.
25. Joey Ryan (He was the first one that popped up when I opened Instagram 🤷😂)
Joey took a deep breath before he approached her. It was now or never. Christmas was just around the corner. They weren't extremely close but he considered a friend. They worked at plenty of shows over the last two years. "What's up, Joey?" The woman asked when the man approached her. She knew by the look on his face that he had a plan. "Nobody should be alone on Christmas. Come to my place and hang out." His forwardness took her by surprise. "Excuse me?" She finally sputtered out after a few seconds. "Nothing like that, kid! I just... I don't know. I figured you didn't want to be alone. You've already said you aren't doing anything. Just swing by and we'll watch TV or something. It's totally up to you. You don't even have to get me anything." The man tried to explain with a shrug. After a few seconds she nodded her head. "Thank you, Joey. I'll be there."
#i write stuff#wwe imagines#wrestling imagines#i originally had this idea around Thanksgiving... but i was in no place to get it done#sorry for the copout of 25... BUT 25 IS A LOT OF FUCKING WRASSLERS WHEN YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED ANYTHING LATELY#And i was trying not to repeat too many scenarios
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To Read List - Tomlinshaw
This list is purely for myself to keep track of everything I still want to read. Its gonna change as I actually read though them and find more stuff to add.
Find fics I’ve already read here.
Tomlinshaw
Getting Good At This by pukeandcry
Nick inherits custody of his baby god-daughter, and (predictably) has no idea what he’s doing; Louis only means to help out a bit, not fall in love with either of them. (A loosely-adapted Life As We Know It AU)
Portions For Foxes by pukeandcry
“You know how Tommo is about dares,” Harry says, laughing once, without any humor.
“An idiot,” Nick supplies, feeling a bit dazed. “But he’s always like that, so.”
Or, Louis injures himself, and somehow Nick winds up taking care of him.
(beginning at the singular beginning of your smile) by alison
Harry has a thing for Nick. Nick has a thing for someone else. That person is Harry’s best friend.
Louis’ life gets a little complicated. He blames science.
Holding Out For A Hero (I Feel Like Chicken Tonight) by sunsetmog
Nick could say no, he could, but he doesn’t. He likes picking up a drunk and sleepy Louis, who pokes through Nick’s music collection and criticises all of it, or demands that they drive to the late night KFC because he needs chicken and then falls asleep holding a bag of chips two minutes out of the drive through lane. He likes making fun of a drunk Louis Tomlinson, and waking him up when he gets home.
He even likes that it’s their secret, that no one else ever knows that this is a thing that happens, a thing that they sometimes do.
The Sky At Night by sunsetmog
There’s a little piece of paper on his bedside table, torn from the bottom of a notepad.
Insomnia Alliance, it says, in Louis’s chicken scratch handwriting. 9pm-7am, then the telephone number.
Or: Louis can’t sleep, and Nick’s the one who answers the phone in the middle of the night.
It’s Only A Beginning by sunsetmog
No, this year was not going better than last year, because last year he was with his friends, and everything was okay, and it wasn’t the case that every single last thing was crap. Last year he wasn’t the stupid sixth former who’d failed his AS levels and had had to move stupid schools to do them again.
In which the only good thing in Louis’s life was the person he talked to on Tumblr every night.
Gave My Heart Out by sunsetmog
“We could give them a home,” he said softly. “It doesn’t need to be a baby, right? Nobody loves those kids and I reckon we could love them.”
“Yeah.” Nick found Louis’s hand. “I reckon we could love them.”
Blanket Forts and Cups of Tea by sunsetmog
“Is knobhead the password?”
“No.”
Or, the one where Louis builds a blanket fort and Nick gets upset about teaspoons.
We Used To Wait by sunsetmog
The BBC Breaking News Twitter just says, One Direction star Louis Tomlinson rushed to hospital after M25 car crash.
or: Louis has an accident, but nobody even knows he and Nick are going out.
Not Your Fault But Mine by sunsetmog
It’s the beginning of Louis’ second year at uni, and he’s sharing a house with his four best friends in the world. This is going to be the best fucking year ever, Louis can just tell. The best fucking year ever.
Wooing for Beginners by sunsetmog
There’s a girl at school Louis is dying to impress, but Louis ends up impressing Nick instead.
A sort-of bookshop/high school/Saturday job AU with extra baking and not enough fish fingers.
This Must Be The Time by sunsetmog
Nick’s never been the kind of boy to have a long-term boyfriend. There’s always been other stuff that’s been more interesting, stuff that’s held his attention more than the boys in his bed. It’s different with Louis.
Or: Louis and Nick come out: featuring flashbacks, goats, a determined Harry Styles and one very wet experience on the log flume.
Tourbox by sunsetmog
On Friday, Harry brings him a packet of pink wafer biscuits and a little plastic net of marbles. “These are for you,” he says, before very politely sitting on Louis’ stairs and taking off his shoes, then hanging his coat over the bannister.
“Cool,” Louis says, which is all you can really say if you’re faced with biscuits that aren’t really biscuits and a bag of marbles. “Do you want tea?”
Nice Everything, I Suppose (Vodka and Tinsel Remix) by sunsetmog
In which Nick and Louis both work for the local radio station, and as junior junior production assistant’s assistant, Louis is charged with organising Cropley FM’s annual Christmas party.
This Is Your Fault (Where Circumference Is Irrelevant, and Length Matters) by sunsetmog
In which Nick wakes up in Louis Tomlinson’s body, Nick and Louis compare dick sizes, and Nick’s fairly sure he can lay the blame firmly at Harry “bloody awful secret wizard” Styles’ door for all of this and more.
I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog
The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a complete and utter knobhead that he’s spent the last ten minutes snapping at him.
The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered.
Or: Nick and Louis don’t like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.
it’s miserable and magical by estrella30
“Since when do we accept morning drinks from enemy lines?” Nick asks flatly. The coffee cup has rolled toward his foot, and Nick stomps on it with his boot, grinning as the cup splits down the middle.
“Enemy lines. Please.” Matt shakes his head and huffs. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic, Grimmy?”
“No.” His mobile has finally gone silent, but that’s no better. A quiet Louis Tomlinson is just a Louis Tomlinson who hasn’t figured out how to piss you off again yet. Nick’s figured this out over time. “Not at all.”
OR - Nick is regular Nick on Radio1 but all of 1D are various DJ’s and they all work together. And then Tomlinshaw happens.
light my heart up baby like a matchstick by estrella30
Nick leans back in his seat and watches Louis bounce around the room fiddling with the levels on the soundboard and getting out all the pages for the adverts and links Nick needs for the morning. Louis is humming quietly under his breath, his mouth quirked in a tiny grin and Nick thinks that it would be a whole lot easier to actually hate Louis and everything about him if he weren’t so bloody attractive.
Meant To Crush Your World by alnima
When Nick gets home from his walk with Puppy there’s a note taped to his door, a sheet of paper with messy scrawl on it that reads, sorry for nothing. Nick growls, yanking the paper off the door and crumbling it up, throwing it across the hall towards Louis and Harry’s apartment before he disappears into his own, letting Puppy off her leash and getting to work.
Nick will be damned if he’s going to let an overgrown-monster of a child continue to ruin his life.
Just In Case by alnima
Nick’s convinced she looks like Louis, knows that she can’t, but he’s convinced she has his eyes, and his lips. She’s beautiful, he can see that, but he’s still not sure how this all happened. How Nick Grimshaw, president of the ‘Love Is For Idiots Who Don’t Know How To Have A Good Time And Live Their Own Lives’ club became a devoted boyfriend… and father.
but if you close your eyes by alnima
The four times Nick tries to tell Louis that he loves him and the one time that Louis lets him.
follow the marks you left by carissima
Nick looks up at him in surprise before he settles more comfortably in his chair, letting his pen bounce off the paper he’s been writing on a few times before he grins at Louis. “Hello Louis Tomlinson, fancy seeing you here.”
“It’s my second home, innit?” Louis says easily. He’s not even sure it’s a lie.
“Well it’s certainly becoming mine this year,” Nick says with a roll of his eyes. “Are you here to help Simon then? Should I be fraternising with the enemy?”
The phrasing makes Louis pause, and he idly kicks off his Vans, leaving them sprawled under the desk. “I could go, if you like,” he says, completely insincerely as he leans back in the chair and crosses his arms.
boyfriend material (that’s what you’re made of) by carissima
“What a nice lad,” Pete says, making Nick jump in surprise. He turns to find his parents standing side by side, staring at him with identical smiles on their faces. Nick’s gaze narrows as his eyes dart between his parents.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess he’s alright,” Nick says warily.
“So is he your special someone then?” his mum bursts out, and oh god, she’s actually giddy.
or the one where Nick accidentally tells his parents that he’s dating Louis Tomlinson from One Direction.
lost in the dark by carissima
“Please come get me.”
i’ll come around by carissima
“Grimmy thinks you’re pretty,” Harry says idly.
“Obviously,” Louis scoffs. “Wait. What?”
wait for me to come home by carissima
Nick comes home to find his future husband in bed. It’s a bit of a surprise, all things considered.
Time-travel fic.
it’s a beautiful night (we’re looking for something dumb to do) by carissima
In which Nick ends up in Vegas for Harry’s half-birthday and leaves with a famous popstar husband in tow.
Call Me Curious by carissima
Nick and Louis hate each other. Except there’s also flirty texts.
Not A Fan by carissima
Nick ends up at one of Louis’ charity football matches with Harry. Turns out that Nick’s a bit of a fan, but don’t tell Louis. Side Harry/Liam.
but tonight (you’re on my mind) by allwaswell16
Nick’s friendship with the lead singer of Seventy Eight has come with a new circle of people including an entrancing, blue eyed drummer. But what brings them together can also tear them apart.
Know You Know You Got It Bad by taggiecb
“I heard you on the radio.” Louis says. Okay, definitely not what he expected to hear.
“Yes, I am on five days a week, sometimes more.” Nick replies. Seriously, what is up with this kid?
“No no. That’s not what I meant.” Louis shakes his head and sighs heavily, as though Nick is the one being cryptic. “I heard what you said. To Fifi.” Louis pauses, but Nick takes a cue and stays quiet. He has a feeling that the more he talks, the longer this thing is going to draw out. Suddenly Louis is getting close, really close. Like, so close that Nick is wondering if Louis is about to kiss him. He doesn’t of course, he’s moving to talk into Nick’s ear. Which, Nick isn’t going to lie, affects him almost as much as a kiss might. The boy is fit. “About the chains and whips.”
Now it’s Nick’s turn to blush and fumble
Or Where a glib comment on the radio leads to one very interesting few weeks for Nick.
Do You Smile To Tempt a Lover by allwaswell16
Nick Grimshaw is entranced by Louis, his very beautiful, very cheeky new coworker at The National Portrait Gallery. He watches him day after day, wondering what he’s furiously typing on his laptop over lunch. With a little help from the very bored barista in the gallery cafe, Nick finds himself growing closer to Louis than he ever dreamed possible.
Somebody Hurt You (I Know A Place) by Writcraft
An unexpected encounter brings Nick and Louis together but before they can tell anyone about their relationship an attack on Louis tears them both apart. Nick struggles to deal with the fact Louis no longer remembers their time together as Louis struggles with his injuries and nightmares in the aftermath of the attack. Together they help one another to heal and learn how to love all over again.
The Disgruntled Novelist's Bodacious Pornographer (or, that time Nick and Louis were rival romance writers) by aliferuined
The day Nick releases his latest novel, Velvet Abyss - the very same day - Louis Tomlinson drops an unannounced online novella. It’s called The Pearl of the Pirate’s Booty, and it’s about nudist pirates living on a space station on one of Saturn’s moons.
Once every day your life starts again by blackmustache
Somewhere in a non-specific not-too-distant future, Louis gets a mild case of amnesia and forgets he's dating Nick. Nick has to remind him how the hell that happened.
hold on for one more day by disgruntledkittenface
“Right? Anyway, s’not like he needs to put the reminder, if anyone’s going to fuck up live on air–”
“It’d be you,” they say at the same time.
Louis appears on The Breakfast Show to promote Back to You.
All the Silver Moons by YesIsAWorld
Nick wakes up in a strange hotel room and is apparently visiting Louis on tour. Which is really weird, because Louis doesn't like him and they've never hung out without Harry as a buffer. And clearly Louis thinks they're *together* together and Nick hasn't the faintest idea what's going on.
This is different than in the movies! by definitelynotafan
In which Nick's new flat is haunted and the ghost has a weird thing about shoes.
I'll Be Your Pride by YesIsAWorld
Louis needled Nick into riding the Ferris wheel with him so he wouldn't have to ride alone. Of course, they get stuck at the top and Louis has to help Nick through his paralyzing fear of heights.
It’s Like I’m Shootin' With Broken Arrows by Saori
Road trips are fun if you're going with someone you can connect with. Riding on the highway with the radio on, eating junk food, taking selfies and making meaningless conversations, bantering about directions...
That's not exactly the case with Nick and Louis. There might be less connecting and more bickering.
or, Nick and Louis miss the last plane, and they have two days to get to France. Traveling together might be the worst and best decision in their lives.
If This Is To End In Fire by Jiksa
Apocalypse makes it sound a lot more glamorous than it actually is.
your crooked sleep beside me by nicalyse
Louis Tomlinson is unexpected.
In which Louis comes on the Breakfast Show and Nick starts to fall for him.
Go On, I Dare You by PwoperNinjaElf
Nick and Louis are camp counsellors that have spent their past few summers working at an American summer camp, eager for the paid trip abroad, but far less keen on one another. On the final day of camp last summer though, they ended up drunkenly hooking up, but never spoke about it again. Nick's still not entirely sure what went down and why Louis bailed on him, but it's okay. He's just going to ignore it. Ignore Louis, which shouldn't be too hard considering that's what he's been doing for the past few years already anyway. This summer is going to be just like all the others, honestly, nothing's changed...
An American summer camp AU, featuring two stupid boys who keep getting their wires crossed, a host of other familiar faces, all the old school band t-shirts and a camp that should probably keep a better check on their counsellors.
Those Summer Nights by YesIsAWorld
Nick’s whirlwind summer romance ended when he left his dad’s beach house. Now it’s the first day of senior year, and Nick needs to avoid both the most popular boy at school and his friends’ probing questions.
There Now, Steady Love by Jiksa
Nick's just had his heart broken, Louis is surprisingly careful with it.
Or, the one where Nick's a small time radio DJ & Louis's a single dad trying to make it as a musician.
Give Me One More Night With You by EmmyLouWho
Louis turns up at Nick’s door on Saturday night, carrying a bottle of wine that he’d picked out at random at a Sainsburys on the way there.
He’d spent ages trying to figure out what you were supposed to wear when you’re going over to somebody’s house so they can thank you for looking after their dog but really you were effectively keeping their dog hostage and you also think that that person is really cute and you’re trying not to be weird about it. His Google search had been, perhaps unsurprisingly, not very helpful.
Or, the one where Pig turns up on Louis' doorstep one day, and Louis has a crush.
Cigarette in my left hand, whole world in my right hand by wearetheluckyones
Harry's had some really bad ideas before, starting with the time he got pissed and jumped into the Thames stark naked, but this might take the fucking cake. Offering up Louis as a viable option for a model for Nick's last photography project is ludicrous at best and a disaster waiting to happen at worst.
you can't take the sky from me by mrsenjolras
“Alright,” Nick says eventually. “You can stay till our next stop. But it’s not gonna come free.” Louis stiffens. He’s got money, sure, but he’s worried that that’s not the kind of payment Nick is looking for. “Oh, don’t look so scared,” Nick says, though. “We’re not stopping till we’re in the next system. Can you work?”
“Oh,” Louis says, relieved. “Yeah, I can do pretty much anything.”
“Great, well, welcome aboard the Pig Dog,” Nick says, extending a hand out for Louis to shake. Louis takes it, decidedly not thinking about how it’s larger than his own and also very warm and quite soft, and instead cocks his head.
“Wait, your ship is called the Pig Dog?”
[Or: the one where Louis stows away and gets more than he bargained for.]
(no such thing as) ordinary, love by dizzy
Nick is an Uber driver in London and Louis ends up passed out in the back seat of his car.
some velvet morning, years too late by tintedglasses
A better adult probably would have changed their emergency contact information once they had convinced said contact that they wanted nothing to do with them, but Louis had never been very good at proper adult things. Besides, it’s not like he thought he’d ever need it.
Or: Louis wakes up in the hospital with unfinished business at his bedside. Turns out Nick has some unfinished business, too.
Now that you're here, I never want you to leave by wearetheluckyones
“You like him,” He sing-songs, tugging off the pasta container’s lid.
“Go fuck yourself.” Nick tells him as he finds plates, no actual bite behind his words. “Did you get the extra garlic bread? You ate it all last time.”
“You gonna ask him out?” Harry asks, taking the two foil wrapped garlic breads from the bag and putting them on the counter.
“I’m gonna give you the same answer I gave you last time you asked me that.”
“You’re into him, he’s into you, what’s the big deal?” Harry asks, frowning, accepting the plate Nick hands him and dumping half the container of bacon and feta gnocchi onto it, and half the container of penne arrabbiata next to it. “You should just ask him out. There’s no harm in trying.”
-*-*-
Or, the one where Louis's a drummer, Nick's a radio DJ, and Louis's dogs are menaces.
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. by wrongtree
Louis and Nick buy a Christmas tree and are in love.
i hate cards and card shops: a short story by nightwideopen
Get better right now or else.
An ode to Nick’s frustrations while card shopping.
stuck on you by clairdeloune
“Please tell me you’re joking."
“I’m completely serious,” Nick replies calmly, even as the corner of his mouth twitches.
“I’m not letting you call our dog Stinky,” Louis protests.
nothing hidden in your head by serenityandtea
Nick has a popstar cuddled up in his lap and ITV is showing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
“You know,” Louis speaks up a couple minutes later, his hand stroking Stinky’s fur. “I always thought I’d rock a Slytherin tie. What do you reckon?”
“I think you’d look great in-” Nick pauses. Yellow? Purple? “-blue?”
hi hater, kiss kiss by MediaWhore
Nick has had a crush on Louis Tomlinson ever since he first saw him perform on the x-factor. Almost four years later, he's finally accepted that their ongoing, unstoppable feud is the only thing the two of them will ever share. One game of Call or Delete with Niall Horan, however, starts to shake this belief.
Almost Feels Like Nothing's Changed at All (If You Close Your Eyes) by Hllangel
It's a general rule that Nick is never more than about two inches from his phone, but for all the teasing he gets about it from everyone he knows, he's never been more glad about it than he is right now. The tweet went out about two minutes ago, but it's basically blown up his notifications, and probably his life. Shit. Shit.
baby, we're the new romantics by annemari
Louis leans forward and shouts over the whole room, "Hey, Grimmy, what did you do to your hair? Had a fight with a lawn mower?"
Louis has never been very good at volume control.
Or the one where Louis insults Nick's hair, and then tries to apologise. A lot.
Locked In by takhallus
For the prompt 'Louis and Nick wake up handcuffed together'.
Canon compliant.
a boy for all seasons by words_unravel
Over the course of a year, in bits and pieces, Louis and Nick fall in love.
Lean Your Ear This Way by alison
Louis accompanies Harry to the Radio 1 Christmas party.
Here's to the Assholes and the Last Calls by alison
Louis gets drunk and declares his love for Nick. Nick won't kiss him.
Post-It Notes and Everything by takhallus
Louis has a grand plan to explain to Nick how they're not actually enemies and how they should start having sex as soon as possible.
I'd get down on my knees for you by thephysicsofstandingstill
Nick knows that when Louis gets like this, it takes more than a cuddle and a cup of tea to set things right.
different arrangements by weddingbells
louis likes football and sometimes he likes dick, and the world is very aware of one of those things and not the others. and when louis goes to ibiza, he meets a stranger.
We could start over again by Conscious_ramblings
Louis has been with Aiden for six months but it's not working. Aiden is the wrong person at the right time, and it's hard to leave someone who you have twisted your life with. Someone you are shopping for crockery for their Nan in John Lewis with.
An argument over Christmas shopping sends Louis into the hand of another, another who is female and definitely not wanting to buy Louis a cup of tea.
But there is someone else, someone who might be the right person at the right time. Someone happy to buy him tea, and shots, and scotch eggs.
A little christmassy tale of tomlinshaw and blow jobs and smut and kink...
Constantly on the Cusp by shiftylinguini
It’s 5 in the morning, and Nick’s got an alarm going off, an unexpected bed full of pop star, and a nation to wake up.
It’s far too fucking early for this.
less catfishing, more cats by alison
Nick drops his head back, too tired from a long day at the shop to put up a real fight. “I'd rather you used a crap photo. I'd rather this was a joke.”
“Nothing funny about this,” Ian mutters seriously, eyes scanning whatever he's written. Probably something along the lines of almost-but-not-quite fit bloke approaching middle age seeks a warm body to curl up to at night, not picky, terribly lonely and sad.
(Nick's friends sign him up for a dating site against his will. He's going to replace them with cats.)
protective tomlinshaw defcon 10 by ariadne_odair
He also wants to kiss him a lot. That could possibly be a problem. Or a solution. Nick’s brain is a bit fuzzy from the shots.
“Wait a moment,” Nick scowls. “Are you slagging me off because I haven’t been a prick to you?"
Prompt: okay but where is a fic where nick and louis banter endlessly and say rude shit to each other 24/7 but as soon as either of their friends try to do the same it’s protective tomlinshaw defcon 10
To Err is Human, To Rim Divine by Conscious_ramblings
This is the cautionary tale about the mistakes we make that lead to love when we decidedly aren’t looking.
Louis made three errors. Three errors that led him to be tied to a bed, magic 8 ball buttplug firmly inside him, with his sadistic arse of a boyfriend teasing him mercilessly. Three errors that he doesn’t actually regret, not even a little bit, but never tell Nick that.
The only way is up again by becka
Record shop owner Louis is dumped by his long-time boyfriend and wonders if he should resign himself to tedium and dying alone. But there are plenty of people record shop employee Niall can call on to help get Louis back on his feet, including a fit Radio 1 DJ. A (significantly altered) High Fidelity AU.
be my one and only? (aubergine emoji) by hazmesentir
AU. Nick and Louis aren't in a relationship. Definitely not. (And specifically not if Harry asks).
a man on a wire by weddingbells
When Louis can't relax all Harry can do is try to get him to try yoga. So there Louis is, a phone number from Harry supposed to go to a yoga instructor only that it doesn't, because the person on the other end is Nick Grimshaw and things isn't quite going the way they were planned to go. Or...
lost my senses, i'm defenceless by clairdeloune
“You told Nick Grimshaw what?” Louis asks calmly. He can be so calm. He’s the best at being calm, no matter what Liam says. He can match Harry’s calm with his own calm, won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing Louis freak out, no way.
“I told him you’d get papped wearing something from his collection,” Harry repeats and there’s so much fucking glee in his voice, like he’s stupidly proud of coming up with that idea.
Something Personal by checkthemargins
Nick is a young, renown neurosurgeon. Harry is his worker-minion. Liam is Harry's new boyfriend. Louis is Harry's best friend and an absolutely wretched little monster, and Nick is stupidly, stupidly in love with him.
Solo Holiday by colourexplosion
With trembling hands and his pulse rabbiting in his neck, Louis looks at the brochures. SOLO HOLIDAY one of them says in big red letters. The other is a ticket for a twelve day cruise around the Eastern Mediterranean.
(Louis goes on a singles' cruise. He meets Nick.)
War Games by driveinbingo
If Nick had wanted a normal relationship, he probably shouldn't have given his entire heart to professional competitive asshole Louis Tomlinson.
Let's Not Fight in Vegas by YesIsAWorld
Louis really should have told Nick that he was head over heels before Nick and Harry walked down the aisle.
Won't Fall by goseaward
Louis needs a new bartender. Niall finds Nick Grimshaw.
same mistakes by words_unravel
Louis may or may not be attracted to a certain Nick Grimshaw.
Nick Grimshaw may or may not be able to stop thinking about one Louis Tomlinson.
Too bad they each think the other is dating Harry Styles.
Hey, Angel by Writcraft
Nick's a Guardian Angel who finds himself booted down to earth for snogging a demon. The weather is far too hot for rainbow wings, Nick's developed an unexpected allergy to feathers and he's trapped in the Hollywood Hills with a popstar who's driving him absolutely batshit. Is this hell?
One Foot In Your Bedroom & One Foot Out the Door by littlepinkbow
Louis was busy falling in love with Nick and Nick was busy not realising that he and Louis were even in a functioning relationship. Do people celebrate anniversaries of dysfunction?
Or the one where it all starts with a trap remix of Best Song Ever and a few too many drinks.
Not a Bloody Thing by checkthemargins
This thing that Nick has with his intern's friend really isn't a big deal.
on the other side like always by chillpills
Nick, and the rest of the country, realized fairly quickly that living in the zombie apocalypse – the daily, monotonous grind of living – isn’t actually that unbearable. It’s not really the end of the world, anyway. There’s just a fast-spreading disease prevalent among a large percentage of the population and as long as Nick stays out of the way of the infected, he’ll be safe, and when the infection is under control, then life can function as it used to.
At least that’s what Louis told him. And Louis should know, he guesses.
Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better Than You by aliferuined
Basically, Louis and Nick have grumpy sex and ignore their feelings.
The thing is, Nick doesn't do boyfriends.
if a reason is what you're looking for (i'll be yours) by weddingbells
Liam though, the bastard, just fixes the stupid hat he is wearing and swallows another giggle.
"You got married! Last night. I believe one of you decided it was Vegas tradition and now here we are."
“We did not fucking get married.” Louis deadpans and stares from Liam to Nick. “I did not fucking marry that!”
Nick glares back at Louis.
“And I did not marry him. I have standards, unlike others.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Louis flips him off, but he is also feeling panic rise in his body because what the fuck happened last night and what did they do and if they are naked did he seriously have sex with Nick fucking Grimshaw? And married him?
Louis is in Vegas. When he wakes up he isn’t alone in his bed. And apparently not single either. Thank god annulments are an easy thing to get. Well, that is until your management decides you can’t get one but have to pretend that the whole thing wasn’t a drunken mistake but in fact, an act of love.
giving up this game by annemari
What happened was that around two years ago, after their night time show, Matt Fincham turned to Nick and said, "Hey, you know Louis Tomlinson, right? They want you to do football with him."
To which Nick said, "Do what?"
The one where Nick and Louis do the alternative football commentary and the action isn't only on the field.
get another coal on the fake fire by magneticwave
In Louis’ defense, this had seemed like a smashing idea with high potential for success six weeks ago when he’d first thought of it. // “I get that you’re jealous and all,” Zayn adds, “because—we all get it, yeah? Harry’s got like a million mates now outside of the band and he’s never around when we’re home—but it has never occurred to me that this problem might be solved by one of us sucking Grimmy’s dick.”
missing you is a slow burn by clairdeloune
“Maybe we should talk,” he offers quietly, even though he already knows what the answer will be. So when Louis frantically shakes his head and tries to kiss him again, he takes his face in his hands and strokes his cheek with his thumb, asks, “What do you want, love?”
Louis doesn’t look him in the eye when he whispers, “You.”
So Nick gives him just that.
I'll surrender up my heart (and swap it for yours) by clairdeloune
When Louis got a text from Harry saying ‘hey so I kind of need you to do something for me’ he didn’t expect it would lead him to standing at Nick Grimshaw’s doorstep with a bag full of groceries, medicine and a box of takeaway.
(He didn't expect to fall in love with Nick either.)
Give me touch by Conscious_ramblings
Nick Is slightly obsessed with watching a pretty northern twink wank on camera for hundreds of men.
Harry is slightly obsessed with setting Nick up with his friend Louis.
Louis might also have a slight obsession with one of the men that watches him wank, but he'd never admit it if you asked.
nothing is more fantastic. nothing is more tragic. by alison
after the breakfast show and after one direction, nick and louis find themselves in the same place at the same time.
the place is paris.
Maybe I'm A Liar (But For Tonight I Want To Fall In Love) by usernicole
Louis really has to do something about the crush he has on his fiance.
Love and the Purple Palace by takhallus
Louis is an air steward looking for a quick and easy fling with the handsome new bar manager at his crew hotel. He gets more than he bargained for with Nick Grimshaw.
Leave Your Heart at the Door by justyrae
Nick groans as he puts his head down on his desk as the thought sinks in; he can't possibly have a crush on Louis. It was only one night, after all, and besides, Louis is a prostitute. Nick cannot have a crush on a prostitute.
I Could Stand You One More Night by Hllangel
"Didn't expect to see you," Nick says instead of hello. He's already just in tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, hair sticking up all over the place, glasses on instead of contacts. Louis stomach lurches weirdly, but he ignores it and pushes past Nick into his flat. He knows he wasn't followed here, but he's uncomfortable standing outside for too long most days.
"Just got back to London," Louis says. "Haven't seen you for a while." He holds out a kebab in the bag.
Or, Louis and Nick have been fucking for ages, but it's definitely not a thing. They don't even like each other.
It's Only A Beginning by sunsetmog
No, this year was not going better than last year, because last year he was with his friends, and everything was okay, and it wasn't the case that every single last thing was crap. Last year he wasn’t the stupid sixth former who’d failed his AS levels and had had to move stupid schools to do them again.
In which the only good thing in Louis's life was the person he talked to on Tumblr every night.
set the pace by flimsy
It's not always easy, but sometimes it's harder than it has to be. --University meets Radio 1 AU
“Do you think,” Nick says, “that we can keep this between us?” He gestures between himself and Louis and gives Louis a crooked smile like this is all explanatory, and Louis’ stomach twists uncomfortably.
“What,” he retorts, raising his brows, “that we shagged? Or that you are an awful snorer?”
start me over by camiii
"Nick’s funny when he’s not being a knob, and has good taste in music and Louis really likes his hands. Not to mention that he’s tall, tall enough to have made Louis spend a minute or two imagining what it would be like to have Nick pin him to a flat surface and snog him senseless. The only thing keeping him from a full grown crush at this point is sheer will and the threat of humiliation.
So, Nick’s a dickhead but unfortunately Louis is kind of into that."
i'll follow you, follow you home by annemari
Nick should be prepared for this. He absolutely should be prepared for this, is sure he's even thought about this moment before. But he didn't sleep that well, and it's a Friday, and he dashed home after the show this morning because Louis said, "Just call me, Nick." Said he'd be waiting up, and he didn't care it was almost three in the morning in LA.
So, yeah. Nick isn't prepared for Harry to answer Louis's phone.
The one where Nick and Louis are in a secret relationship, Louis gets hurt on tour, and they both realise they have some things they need to figure out.
love and kickin' by camiii
When Nick looks up in direction of the pitch he nearly chokes on his mouthful of coffee.
The Arsenal player standing behind the sideline, ball in his hands and number 28 splayed across his back, is fit. Really fit.
In all honesty Nick can only see him from behind, but the first thing he notices is a quite spectacular bum and nicely muscled thighs and, well, football might have its redeeming aspects after all.
Or the fic where Nick has no interest in football but is dragged to a football match, Louis is the Arsenal player that catches his attention, and maybe there are some redeeming qualities to the game after all.
and i refuse to let this go by annemari
Louis needs another smoke. He needs another fucking drink. He's too drunk and too sober all at the same time. His hands are shaking. He digs his nails into his thigh, trying to breathe.
Nick is hurt. He's hurt, and in a coma, and there's a chance he could never wake up, and Louis is halfway across the world.
The one where Louis and Nick are in a secret relationship, Nick loses his memories, and Louis tries to not fall apart.
Kissing in the Rain by Writcraft
It starts at a party with shitty cocktails, a DJ that's definitely not as good as Nick and some 'that only happens in the movies' kissing in the rain.
and i never saw you coming by annemari
The first message said, You're not too bad on the radio, Grimshaw. There was a star glued at the end of the sentence. That was it. That was all it said.
you come around and the armor falls by annemari
Nick is tired. That's the reason. That's why his body is doing—whatever it's doing.
He stares at the broken pieces of the mug he just dropped and swipes at his eyes.
"Nick," Louis says. "Are you crying?"
Press My Face Against the Clouds by Jiksa
Norway has a polar bear population, Nick has a broken heart, and Louis Tomlinson is, unsurprisingly, still a complete fucking wanker.
Buddy System by ohnojamie
He groans and fills his mouth with the majority of the champagne sitting next to him. It might be Zayn’s but Louis thinks he deserves it more. He deserves champagne, new friends, and to not realize he wants to marry his boyfriend while at his best friends wedding.
or Louis proposes in his own roundabout way
Like Rollin' Dice by usernicole
Zayn and Louis make a bet.
Late Night Spaces by usernicole
"they will hook me up to a polygraph and ask me if I love you and I will say no but the needle will jump and sputter exactly how you laugh"
It hits Louis in the middle of a show, bathed in lights and the screams of their thousands and thousands of fans. It’s like he’s been kicked in the chest, air punched out of him, and he’s suddenly, overwhelmingly in love with Nick Grimshaw.
take take take by dramaturgicallycorrect
“Abstract art, like. I don’t get it.” Louis tilts his head. “Reckon it’s supremely uncool of me to admit it.”
Nick thumps a hand to his chest. “I, for one, am shocked and appalled.”
Louis squints at the pure black canvas, eyes shifting across the thick swathes of paint that only look like a pattern when you’re squinting at it as close as Louis is. Nick almost wants to tip Louis back so he doesn’t slosh his beer all over the thing.
“Everyone’s always on about that bullshit, right, about like. Poetry shit, like, writing stuff that sounds deep but don’t make any sense. Stuff that you need a bloody degree to understand. Like people who just write like normal people or who, like, I dunno, fucking draw a bowl of fruit are somehow less than.”
Louis’ not exactly standing on a table saying, I sing pop music, you fucks, love me anyway, but. He might has well have done.
[Or some people give give give and some people take take take.]
Three Cheers for Involuntary Attraction by checkthemargins
The one where Nick is accidentally dating Louis.
we are not alone in the dark with our demons by alison
It's a Wednesday when Nick leaves. One too many questions about his feelings for Harry Styles, one too many jokes, one too many laughs. He leaves because he can't anymore, can't pretend that's all it is: a joke. He can't play along anymore, so he walks out of the studio and gets in his car and drives, the destination not seeming important in this moment.
The last person he would expect to find him is Louis.
Taylor Swift Has Probably Written A Song About This Feeling by neerdowellwolf
Nick isn't sure how he ended up fooling around with Louis Tomlinson and he's definitely not sure when he fell in love.
I Melt with You by pillarboxred
Louis is homesick.
That's the only reason he does it in the end.
Not because he’s, like, in love with him or anything, because that’s just ridiculous, but because Louis misses home, and Nick knows enough about how terrible that feeling is to actually want to do something about it.
He’s not in love.
Or, the one where Nick tries cheering Louis up and it goes better than he'd ever expected.
so fill up your lungs and just run by softestlesbian
“I didn’t even know you were pregnant,” Nick murmurs, a little awed. “How didn’t I know?”
“I didn’t tell anyone that didn’t need to know,” and her voice breaks a little.
Nick thinks back about a year ago. She wasn’t dating anyone, not that he knew of. Not after she’d broken up with... “Who’s the dad, then?” he asks, trying to keep his voice even. If this is Louis fucking Tomlinson’s kid, he’s going to have to have some very serious words with Harry.
*
or, Nick becomes the godfather to Louis's baby.
It's a Yes From Me by littlepinkbow
When Nick's nerves about the X Factor got to him the most unexpected person ended up being the one who made him feel okay about everything and maybe Harry doesn't have all the worst ideas.
quo fata ferunt by alison
when louis ends up going on holiday with his girlfriend's best friend's boyfriend, things get very messy.
so impatient when you're not mine by 1dhockeyau
It's easier to sleep at home anyway, but Nick's home is even more welcoming than his own now.
Or, Nick and Louis spend most of their time apart, but it's mostly worth it.
tsunami tides in my eyes by thegoodyouth
The prompt was "You can go anywhere you want with this, but based off the Ed Sheeran song U.N.I." and I just saw a lot of angst.
into your heart i'll beat again (orphan_account)
He asks about her schooling, her plans for the future, her family and friends. He recognized her as a friend of Nick’s as well as Harry’s from the moment he walked in and saw her sat here, but it still catches him off guard when she mentions his name. Suddenly his filter is shattering into a million tiny pieces.
(or: No one knows that Louis is dating Nick and Harry keeps trying to set Louis up on dates.)
A Blueprint In The Sand by iwanna_seeyou_undoit
“What are you doing here?”
“Hello Nick. Thanks for coming by. It’s good to see you.” Nick bloody Grimshaw is standing on Louis’ doorstep.
Or,
Louis is too sick to go to America for a week of press and the only person left to look after him in London is Nick.
Raspberries by silvered_glass
Nick's stuck nursing a broken heart, trying to run a club where he's hard pressed to say what's worse - the interior design or the vodka and to top it all off he's got a second in charge who resents him and is taking self management to new heights.
Louis is Nick’s bar manager, he's great at fixing things up and sorting everyone out apart from himself.
Their friends want to see them get over themselves, but they've got nothing in common apart from their shitty club and a new-found interest in flooring.
Nothing at all..
play it just in case by nightwideopen
In which Louis likes Nick but tries to convince himself that he doesn't.
A Shimmering Balance Act (I Think that I Laughed at That) by pillarboxred
Nick's always hated it when things end. And unless something changes, one of those things might be his relationship with Louis.
You and I, We're Intergalactic by freethedoncastertwo
Louis is a cross-planetary traveller; an alien who crash-landed on Earth and has since been masquerading as a human boy-band member. Which is fine. Really.
Or it would be, if not for the government-agent-come-radio-DJ who happens to be hot on Louis’ trail.
but tonight i need you to stay by firefall
“We could always fall in love,” Louis mumbles timidly, picking at his pajama pants. He squeezes his eyes shut as soon as the words leave his mouth.
“Yeah,” Nick answers quietly, which is not at all what Louis expected. He opens his eyes again, stunned. Nick just smiles ruefully and offers him a shrug. “I don’t think there’s much else we can do.”
Louis and Nick were enemies long before they were soulmates. It takes a little time to figure it out.
Hi, Hey There, Hello by usernicole
Louis can talk to animals. Nick can't, but he tries anyway. Louis likes that in a guy.
All Of Me Is Broken by fortymaliks
“Honestly, I don't know why I come here.”
“It's because of my excellent advice and counsel.” Nick grins, cheekily. Louis stands up from his chair, tugs his jacket onto his shoulder, laughing while he does it.
“My half-hour's up.”
“Oh,” Nick says, “so it is.”
(An AU in which Nick is a psychiatrist and Louis is one of his patients.)
How Many Ifs Make A Definite? (or, if you squint you see me) by lowi
Niall befriends an entire unit in five days, Harry is awfully sensitive when he's drunk and thinks the world is out to get him, Liam is Captain America, Zayn can't cook but brings lovely casseroles with him anyway.
Or, the one where Louis is in Afghanistan (and falls apart) and Nick is in London (and falls apart).
Been a Long Time Since Before I've Been Touched by nicalyse
Louis nuzzles up under Nick's jaw, pressing a kiss there, trailing his lips up to brush over Nick's earlobe. "Tonight?" he whispers, so soft.
Nick sinks his fingers into the hair at the back of Louis' head, scritching his fingers against Louis' scalp. He hums, brushing a kiss to Louis' temple. "All right." He knows that Louis is talking about the thing that they do now and again, not a game but not something they've given proper name to either. He always says yes when Louis asks; he loves it, too.
but it's better if you do by aliferuined
Louis definitely does not care about Nick's opinion of him. And Nick definitely is not obsessed with Louis.
ive been thinking lots about your mouth by nightwideopen
Nick hears Louis Tomlinson before he sees him.
i’m inside out, you’re underneath by nightwideopen
Nick knows that Louis is beautiful but he hates him anyway.
we're both of us to blame by nightwideopen
Louis is trapped in his hall closet with Nick Grimshaw.
divinely decreed and custom made by nightwideopen
Nick tucks himself into the corner, making himself as small as possible. Meanwhile, Louis kicks his feet up onto the adjacent empty seats, larger than life and reminding Nick how he's everything.
Like Him by dickviolin
“Where’s Sal?” Louis said.
“Retired,” the man replied. Just like that, Louis thought. It’s strange how quickly things can change that you thought would always be the same.
Or, the story of a long, hot summer and some chaffinches.
Louis is a scholarship student at a boarding school, about to fail his exams, Nick works in the local café and Liam is a birdwatcher.
Whisper in My Ear the Things You Want to Feel by alison
Tonight he's looking for something else, something that has nothing to do with Nick Grimshaw and everything to do with chain smoking alone on the dark, quiet patio.
maybe a little by imsosorry
“Are they starving you now?” Nick asks, frowning, pinching at Louis’s belly where there used to be a bit more meat.
“Don’t be a prat,” Louis says, batting his hand away. “You know they’ve got us working out, like, twice a day now. It’s a nightmare. And Haz completely banned junk food from the bus, because he’s become some new-age health maniac.”
Nick grins at the thought; Louis had fondly complained about Harry’s green-tea-drinking, yoga-doing, headband-wearing, barefoot ways ever since they started the U.S. tour. He blames Nick for turning his best friend into a “total hipster,” which is ridiculous, because Nick would never do yoga.
“Well,” Nick says thoughtfully, “S’long as your bum’s still all there.”
(Or, Louis comes home from America. Nick's waiting.)
i want every other freckle (orphan_account)
Louis Tomlinson is twenty-one years old and is too young to be having a Tinder induced quarter-life crisis over Nick G, 28, aubergine emoji enthusiast, and definitely not his type.
10am gare du nord by achapterends
Nick visits Paris, and he leaves with a promise.
A Waltz For A Night by sunsetmog
"Stop being so nice to me. I'm normally horrible to you. I've been horrible to you the last however many times we've seen each other."
"I just thought that was you flirting," Nick says. "Wasn't it?"
"No. I mean, yes, of course it was, but like, also, no. Oh, fuck. I fancied you rotten. I was trying to hide it."
Or: Louis finds someone who likes every bit of him, and who likes the same things he does. He just hadn't expected that person to be Nick Grimshaw.
It's Just You and I and This TV by secretspeller (actually gen, but I’m just leaving it here)
Nick couldn’t imagine Louis, in all his lionhearted prickly-mischievous pop-stardom, as the object of worry, but Harry sounded genuinely concerned so Nick gave in. “Fine,” he said, “I’ll look in on him after the show.”
always always always by just_in_cases
Louis' an artist, Nick doesn't get it.
We Were The Better Kind by yourpricelessadvice
Louis has everything how he wants it. His job is good, his family is well and he loves sharing a house with his boys: Niall destroys and Liam tidies, Zayn keeps them fed and Harry - well, he jams the plug hole with his long hair and brings his sarcastic, idiotic non-rent paying boss/friend Nick around far too much. But on his own, without an audience to play to, maybe Nick’s not so bad?
(Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.) by softly (alexenglish)
I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be.
something changed in the atmosphere (i could get used to this) by mrsenjolras
Nick decides to leave The Breakfast Show. Louis is just glad to get a lie in.
Tumblr Cats by aimmyarrowshigh
Dear neighbor,
This might sound ridiculous, but I thought that you should know that my dog is still madly in love with your cat… and has been for nearly a year! She spends all day on the windowseat in my house, looking across the gap to where your cat sits in the windowsill. It is the happiest time that she has.
Now that there are potted plants there, she is heartbroken. But she keeps looking for your cat everywhere. Maybe when he seemed so easy to find, she took him for granted. Not anymore, though.
Maybe your potted plants could move to another window?
Knead You Now by Writcraft
Harry used to be a baker, Louis definitely didn't and Nick just wants to know how the fuck they got into his kitchen.
Lost Boy by Writcraft
Louis is back in England. Nick doesn’t even know he cares until a chance meeting brings them together.
mid-sweet talk by lotts (LottieAnna)
Nick: theres a blow up mattress here
Louis: just one?
Nick: we thought it’d be over in a few hours!!!
Louis: if you spoon greg james im breaking up with you
i'm gonna win this time by stars_on_the_ceiling
There was just breathing on the other end of the phone as Nick tried to get his eyes to focus on the clock by his bed. The number that had called him wasn’t in his contacts, but it was 3 a.m., he’d been dead asleep and he didn’t want to chance missing an emergency.
“Hello?” Nick tried again. His brain was starting to click on and he pulled the phone away to glance at the lit up screen. He didn’t even recognize the area code. Just his luck some prank caller or pervert had gotten his number and was getting their jollies off on waking him up in the middle of the fucking night. He was about to hang up, roll over and forget the whole thing when there was a hitch in the person’s breathing. It was tiny, but noticeable, a swallowed sob.
“Nick.”
The voice was not much more than a whisper. Nick caught an accent, and he almost recognized it. But his brain was still sleep-fogged, slow and lagging three paces behind. He pressed the heel of his hand into his eye and willed himself to blink out of the haze.
“It’s um… It’s…” the voice said and everything within him sharpened, pulled tight. He knew what was coming next. He’d placed the accent. “It’s um Louis. Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson.”
(modern art is a) disaster area by mozartspiano
an au where louis is a street artist who started off as just a tagger, and tired, over-worked, underpaid cop!nick, who keeps letting louis get away with his art work
The front door's open if you're broken by loveheartlover
Nick is invited back to be a judge for X Factor 2018. He wasn't expecting Louis to be one too.
Or for the closeness being on the same panel brings.
The Underside is Lighter by silvered_glass
“On the radio, proper posh house, won’t let a man find his cross-peen when he leaves it here,” Louis interrupts.
Nick’s watching Louis’ lips move. They are still nicely shaped, that hasn’t changed from the other night. And he smells like cigarettes and shampoo, and fuck. He’s very fit and very close. “I can help you look for your cross-peen,” Nick answers, dazed. Louis’ face lights up and far-too late Nick realises that can’t be a good thing.
⛏
Nick's got a lovely new house and Louis' lost his hammer.
All I've ever had are love songs by icarusinflight
Things are finally coming together for Nick.
Nick is the DJ of his uni's radio stations, and he passively aggressively dedicates a song to Louis.
A Century of Lonely Nights by EmmyLouWho
“I’m a genie, remember,” Louis says, like that explains everything.
Being around Louis makes Nick feel like he’s constantly three steps behind. It’s a dizzying feeling, but not an entirely unpleasant one.
*
Nick was just trying to find Harry a quirky birthday present, but when he buys an antique bottle from a dusty shop, he gets more than he bargained for.
Raspberries by silvered_glass
Nick's stuck nursing a broken heart, trying to run a club where he's hard pressed to say what's worse - the interior design or the vodka and to top it all off he's got a second in charge who resents him and is taking self management to new heights.
Louis is Nick’s bar manager, he's great at fixing things up and sorting everyone out apart from himself.
Their friends want to see them get over themselves, but they've got nothing in common apart from their shitty club and a new-found interest in flooring.
Nothing at all..
she's a good girl by 1000_directions
It's Pig's world -- Nick's just living in it.
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Mistletoe with Panic! at the Disco.
Spencer:
Parties weren’t really Spencer’s thing. He got annoyed enough at regular parties, where everyone would get drunk and make bad decisions, hook-up with random strangers, etc., but the one he was currently at wasn’t a regular party. It was a Christmas party. This meant that due to the copious amounts of mistletoe hung all over the place, there was more making out than usual. Great.
Making a disgusted face and swiftly dodging a tipsy couple who were so engrossed in the act that they almost fell on top of him, he shuddered and made his way to the bathroom in an effort to avoid mingling.
The bathroom was already occupied, but Spencer couldn’t tell since the door was unlocked, so he made his way inside.
“Oh,” he said in surprise upon seeing you sitting on the bathroom counter, legs dangling off the edge as you played a game on your phone, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise someone was in here. Excuse me,” he apologised, gently bowing his head as he began to retreat.
“No,” you called out, “it’s my fault. I should’ve locked the door. I just didn’t think there was anyone else who wasn’t… preoccupied,” you chuckled, tucking your phone away.
Spencer chuckled too. “Don’t feel like mingling either, huh?” he nodded his head to gesture at you.
“Nah,” you confirmed, “my friend dragged me with but then left to make out with some guy. And I’m not about that life, so the bathroom seemed like the safest option. Looks like I’m not the only one who thought so.”
“You most definitely are not,” he smiled, before moving forward and extending a hand, “I’m Spencer.”
“(Y/N),” you smiled, shaking his hand.
Right at that moment, you heard the unmistakeable voice of your friend calling your name, and you shot Spencer an apologetic look.
“I have to go make sure she’s okay,” you said, hopping down and exiting the bathroom, “Nice meeting you.”
“You too,” he nodded.
Once you had left to help your friend, Spencer realised that he should probably do the same and go and check on Brendon. He found him 15 minutes later, in the middle of the dance floor, drinking a red liquid from a clear cup.
“Spence!” he exclaimed happily, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Did you get lucky yet?”
“No,” Spencer sighed, “and I don’t plan on it.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You’re fun enough for the both of us.”
“True,” Brendon grinned, “But still. Live a little,” he shoved his friend back. Obviously, it was meant to be a light shove, but since Brendon was drunk, it came out harsher than intended.
Spencer bumped into someone, and they both turned to face each other.
“I’m so sorry… (Y/N). Hi.”
“Hi,” you lightly giggled.
“DUDE!” Brendon yelled, “LOOK UP!” You both did, eyes going wide. “MISTLETOE! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”
Dallon:
“So did you find anything yet?” (Y/B/F) questioned, handing you a mug of hot chocolate.
You folded your fingers into a zero and clicked your tongue. “Nada.”
“Seriously? How hard can it be?”
You scoffed. “Very hard. As proven by me still not having found anything,” you huffed, taking a sip and wiping away the excess cream that had gotten on your nose.
“It’s Secret Santa, (Y/N),” she said, “You’re making it way more complicated than it’s supposed to be.”
“Yeah, but this isn’t just for anyone. It’s for Dallon,” you argued, “I wanna get him something nice.”
“You mean you wanna get him something that’ll make him climb into your bed,” (Y/B/F) smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, if that happens as a result, then I won’t complain.”
~
It was the day of (Y/B/F)’s Christmas party and you still hadn’t found the perfect gift for Dallon. Nervously smoothing out the slight creases in the skirt of your dress, you walked up to her door – empty handed.
When you entered, (Y/B/F) was the first person that saw you, and she waved. After noticing the lack of gift in your hands, her eyes went wide and she held out her hands in expectation, to which you responded with a shrug and a hopeless look.
Excusing herself from the group of people she was standing with, (Y/B/F) quickly made her way over to you.
“What the hell?”
“I know, I know,” you sighed, letting out a groan of frustration and balling your fists.
“You couldn’t have at least gotten him a voucher or something? Why show up with nothing?” she interrogated.
“Because if I’m not gonna get him something that he likes, I might as well not get him anything at all,” you explained your logic. Your eyes caught sight of Dallon a little way off, looking hot as hell, and you bit the inside of your cheek.
“You better explain that to him,” she shook her head, “He’s standing over there.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“Of course you did,” she sniggered, pushing you off in his direction.
Gathering your confidence and taking a deep breath, you approached him.
“Hi, Dallon,” you smiled.
“Hey, (Y/N),” he returned your smile, face lighten up once he saw you, “How’re you doin’?”
“I’m okay.”
“Just okay?” he raised an eyebrow and you broke eye contact, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Yeah… Listen, here’s the thing,” you started, and he leaned in closer, concerned, “I drew your name for Secret Santa, and because I wanted to make sure that I got you the perfect gift and not something lame like people usually do for this thing, I spent the entirety of the past month trying to hunt down the right gift, and as a result,” you held out your hands to show their emptiness, “I still haven’t found anything. And I doubt I will, so I ask you… What do you want for Christmas?”
Dallon furrowed his eyebrows as he contemplated your words for a minute. “I’m glad you asked, (Y/N).”
And with that, he took two steps backwards and yanked you along with him, planting both of you right under the mistletoe.
Brendon:
Brendon stood against the wall across the room from you, frowning as he watched you converse with some random partygoer. The two of you were standing dangerously near to some mistletoe, and just the slightest step from either of you would ensure lip-locking, and Brendon was not okay with that.
Especially since he’d been trying the entire night to get you under one of those darned things.
“You do realise that you’d have a better chance of kissing her if you actually went over and talked to her, right?” Dallon chastised, sidling up next to his morbid friend.
“You do realise that I like you a lot better when you shut up, right?” Brendon sassed, eyes not wavering from you in the slightest.
“Hey man, I’m tryna help you here,” Dallon defended with a scoff and a glance in your direction, “Because you seem to be doing a pretty shitty job on your own.”
“Thanks,” Brendon smiled sarcastically, glancing over at the taller male momentarily and sighing, “I just need to time it right. There were lots of times where I came this close,” he held up his middle finger and thumb a millimetre apart, “I just need to keep it casual and move at the right time.”
“Good luck with thaaat,” Dallon chirped, clapping Brendon on the back before swaggering off to grab a drink, leaving his friend to wallow in morbidity once again.
For the next half hour or so, Brendon never took his eyes off of you. He was waiting for that perfect moment, but much to his displeasure, it never seemed to come. You’d constantly get roped into conversations with randoms – most of which lasted a good few minutes – while he’d be left huffing in the shadows.
Currently, you were involved in a chat with Joe, while Pete was keeping Brendon company. Brendon was trying his hardest to pay attention to what Pete was saying – he really was – but the prospect of you accidently walking under the mistletoe with Joe put him on edge. Pete seemed oblivious to the fact, however, and was hammering on about the trip to Vegas he just went on.
“Dude, you have to check this out,” Pete chattered, hurriedly fishing his phone out of his pocket and pulling up a video from his trip.
Being polite, Brendon tore his gaze away from you for an agonizing 30 seconds, something he immediately regretted doing once he looked back up, and saw you standing under the mistletoe with one of your close guy friends, Leighton.
“No!” he exclaimed, and at the speed of light, he jumped up from the sofa he had been occupying with Pete, and sprinted towards you.
When he was within reach, he literally reached out and pushed Leighton away from you, causing the poor guy to topple to the floor. You were so in shock from what had just happened that you just stood there, mouth agape.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Brendon panted, flashing you a dazzling smile, “Huh, would you look at that?” he pointed up, “Mistletoe. You know what that means?”
“That you literally shoved Leighton out of the way for a chance to kiss me?” you chuckled, bringing a blush to the singer’s cheeks.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, casting his gaze downwards.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a smile, “Right, Leighton?” Your friend, still on the floor, shot a thumbs-up into the air in confirmation, “But if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
“Really?” Brendon said, voice and eyes full of excitement.
You nodded. “But I guess stalking me the entire night is another way to do it. Anyway… c’mere, you dork.”
Ryan:
Ryan knocked on your front door to signal his arrival, and you stood up from the kitchen barstool and made your way over to open up.
“I gotta go,” you spoke into your phone, “Ryan’s here.”
“Oooo,” (Y/B/F) chuckled, “Have fun. Use protection.”
“Shut up,” you growled, hanging up after you heard her laugh.
When you opened the door, a smiling Ryan, who looked adorable in his matching gloves and scarf, greeted you.
“Hey, Ry,” you greeted, pulling him in for a quick hug before shooing him inside, out of the cold.
“Hi, sugar,” he beamed, removing his coat, gloves and scarf once inside your toasty house.
“Thanks so much for agreeing to help me out with this,” you shot him a thankful glance as you walked back into the kitchen, pouring both of you a cup of coffee from the pot that had brewed not too long ago, “(Y/B/F) was supposed to come over to help last night, but something came up. Wedding things,” you elaborated, and he nodded in understanding.
“It’s really not a problem. I’m always here if you need me,” he said with a sweet smile, gratefully accepting the hot beverage.
“That’s sweet,” you gushed, grinning as you took a sip of coffee, “Shall we get started, then?”
“Yeah! Just tell me what you need me to do,” he stated, following you as you moved from the kitchen to the living room, where all your boxes of decorations were.
“I was thinking we start with the walls, and then move on to the tables; I think it’ll be easier that way,” you explained, gathering the streamers and fairy lights from the box, “Let’s do streamers first.”
~
Just over an hour later, you and Ryan had managed to decorate almost the entire room for your Christmas party tonight; you were just putting the finishing touches on one of the garlands hanging from the wall.
“Annnd, done!” you exclaimed happily, clapping your hands together as you stepped back to admire your handiwork, “It looks wonderful, don’t you think?”
“It does,” Ryan agreed, holding up a hand for you to hi-five, “We make a good team.”
“Yeah, we do,” you scoffed proudly, smacking his hand.
“Is there anything else you need my help with or are you sorted?”
“Nah,” you shook your head as you surveyed the area, “I think we’re good. Thank you again.”
“Anytime, sugar,” he said, giving you a hug. He began to walk away but backtracked a moment later. “Oh, I almost forgot!”
“Hm?”
Much to your surprise, he leaned down and captured your lips in a short, sweet kiss. Even though it only lasted for all of three seconds, it left you completely stupefied.
“Wha…” you began.
He pointed up at the greenery hanging from the ceiling. “Mistletoe.”
Looking up, you grinned as you realised that you were standing directly under it.
“Bye, (Y/N). See ya tonight.”
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David Berman - Goodnight may your God go with you
Of course, following the sad news of David Berman's untimely demise recently we thought it fitting to play Silver Jews. David Berman was a wonderful man and his music reflects this. More on David Berman later on, because we have much more besides. SALES bookend the show with flavours of Joy Division and Suzanne Vega. There is some promise as we expect a Chinese takeaway delivery only to be reminded it's New Year and no such delicious meal is in sight.
We discover that making music purely for your own enjoyment is a thing. Sir Woman was doing just this, much like Keaton Henson whom has graced the show previously. But Sir Woman isn't the only one and we have more secretive music makers being showcased on the show in coming weeks.
Over nineties music making sensation Barbara Dane sings of the binds of conjugal felicity in her wonderful Single Girl. You think you know about protest singers? Woody, Bob and Pete? Be prepared to relearn what you think you know as Barbara Dane towers above them all.
Is there anything else?
There sure is. Flogging Molly mix never ending Irish reels with rock and roll and send us heading for the dance floor. And finally, before the close of the show we introduce you to The Local Honeys. Straight out of Kentucky these two ladies are the real deal. Banjo player Montana Hobbs and guitarist Linda Jean Stokley manage to blend bluegrass foot stompers with sweet Appalachian mountain harmonies. Able to drive hard fiddle based tunes, sing the high lonesome sound and tell a damn good story these girls are destined for great things. You can even hire them out for your own events via their website!
Chinese New Year SALESRandom Rules Silver JewsMaking Love Sir WomanSingle Girl Barbara DaneDevil's Dance Floor Flogging MollyThe Junkman The Local HoneysRenee SALES
David Berman - the legacy of beautiful music remains
The first time I met David Berman was at a backyard party at Grimey’s Records in Nashville. One of the fun ideas Grimey’s cooked up that day was to have a “Meet and Greet The Nashville Indie Rockers” table, and at this table was David Berman, Kurt from Lambchop, and me. I found David Berman funny, avuncular, and sweet. Not many people came up to talk to us - most of the people at the party already knew us, and we probably all felt a little silly and embarrassed sitting there.
It felt a little like that scene in Spinal Tap when no one shows up for the autograph signing at the record store. Kurt killed time by drawing ‘blind caricatures’ of us by placing a blindfold on his face and drawing our portraits from memory. I still have mine. David had with him two old Silver Jews 7” singles he was trying to sell. A young woman eventually came up and asked about them.
“They’re $3 each,” David told her.
“I only have $5,” said the girl.
“That’s OK, take them,” said David, handing her the records. “I’m not here today to make money. I’m here to make friends.”
2008 low point
In 2008 I was at a very low point in my life. I was in the midst of what is often euphemistically known as a “messy divorce” and was about to be dropped from my label. Also being informed, while on tour, that the record store I managed back home was to close, leaving me unemployed. I had been abandoned by both my band and my then-wife in the middle of a grueling five-week tour across the US. The final two weeks of this tour were dates opening for Silver Jews. By this point on the tour I was traveling alone. I was already friends with guitarist William Tyler and bassist Cassie Berman. The latter of whom played bass in a short-lived band I was in at the time called HP Witchcraft. I didn’t really know the rest of the band very well.
Word spreads quickly in our small circle of indie rockers. By the time I met up with the Silver Jews crew in New Orleans, everyone had already heard about my recent run of hard luck. The entire band and crew made me feel very welcome at a time when I really needed it. It felt good to be among friends. They were sympathetic but not pitying or meddlesome.Each of them made an effort, despite their demanding schedules, to hang out with me and make sure I was OK. A few of them even offered to travel with me and keep me company on the road. David Berman in particular was a good friend to me during this time despite people constantly seeking his attention and tugging on his sleeve.
David Berman to the rescue
On the last night of the tour, at the Echoplex in LA, I was asked to join the band onstage for the last song of their set, “Punks in the Beerlight.” Cassie and guitarist Peyton Pinkerton quickly ran through the chords of the song with me backstage. Cassie told me she’d cue me when it was time to join the band onstage.
David Berman was blind as a bat. He also didn’t like to wear his glasses onstage. When it came time for me to accompany the band on “Punks In The Beerlight,” David saw me approach, but didn’t recognize me at first, only seeing the shape and shadow of a big guy hopping up onstage and fiddling with an amplifier.
Oh, well, I guess they’re pulling the plug on us, sorry. The crowd booed.David Berman
Myopic misunderstanding
In his blindness, David, having momentarily forgot about the plan for me to sit in with the band. He thought I was a security guard cutting the power and coming to tell him the show was past curfew and they had to stop.
“No, David, that’s James!” explained Cassie.
Everyone laughed. It was a memorable moment and I still smile when I think about it.
The last time I spoke to David he suggested I call my new band “Orangutan Menopause.” Then he apologized for not being more present during the tour years earlier when he knew I was going through so much gnarly shit. I told him truthfully that I never felt that he was anything but present. Those last shows of the tour with Silver Jews might have saved my life. At the very least, if he and his band hadn’t been as generous, sweet, and hospitable to me as they were, I almost definitely would have bailed on the remainder of the tour and God only knows what else.
David is still there for me, as he is for so many of you, when I listen to his songs. Though it will be a while before I am able to listen to them again, I expect that they will remain just as beautiful as before, if a lot sadder. To the max.
Written by James Jackson Toth and published on Aquarium Drunkard
Further reading - The David Berman interview
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Free Dessert with a Proposal (SonnyxPete)
Summary: For their one year anniversary, Sonny and Pete decide they want to try out a new (extremely expensive) restaurant out of the barrio. And they decide to pay for it, not by dipping into Sonny's share of the lotto winnings, but by faking a proposal in hopes for a free meal. (Usnavi is not at all impressed with his cousin's antics but can't say no to him)
Word count: 835
Warnings: N/A
A/N: Fake proposal...heh
“Hey cuz, I got a question.”
“Yeah? What’s up mijo?”
“Do you have a ring I could borrow? Pete’s going to propose but…we don’t have a ring.” Usnavi nearly choked on his coffee, staring across at Sonny who was still stocking the shelves with that day’s shipment.
“I’m sorry what? Sonny, you two’ve only been dating like a year!”
“That you know of.” Sonny muttered, digging through the box. Usnavi narrowed his eyes, but decided to leave the questioning for that until later.
“Besides, you can relax. It ain’t for real.”
“Not…for real?” Usnavi repeated, tilting his head with a frown.
“Yeah. There’s just this restaurant we’ve been wanting to go to. Rumor has it they give free meals to people who get engaged so…” Sonny shrugged, turning with a smile.
“You two are going to get engaged…for free dinner?”
Sonny rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning back against the shelf and tilting his head. “Yeah? You got a problem with that?”
“Well, marriage isn’t something that you just…play around with.” Usnavi said lamely, wiping at the counter before looking up to Sonny. “Besides, what if you still have to pay for dinner?”
“Then…we pay? Begrudgingly of course, but it’s not like we’re gonna dine and dash.” Sonny said, shaking his head and picking up the empty box. As he headed for the store-room, whistling softly to himself Usnavi shook his head and sighed, idly turning the ring that circled his index finger. It’d belonged to his father, and he’d been hoping to keep it for himself but…
“Yo, Sonny!”
“Yeah cuz?” Sonny stepped out of the storeroom, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his shorts. Usnavi fiddled with the ring a moment longer before tossing it over. Sonny fumbled to catch the band, holding it carefully before looking up with a tilted head.
“You’d better have that back to me by tomorrow.” Usnavi said with a warm smile. Before he had the time to react, Sonny had barreled into him, arms tight around his cousin’s middle.
“You’re the best, ‘Navi.”
There was a slight pause before Usnavi looked down and chuckled, ruffling Sonny’s hair.
“Are you crying?”
“This place is…stupid nice,” Pete mused, turning slightly in his seat to look around them. Sonny smiled warmly and nodded, taking a moment to look around the dimly lit restaurant. To say it was a nice place was a bit of an understatement. Crystal chandeliers and plush red carpeting, a menu without any actual prices on it…dang.
They chatted through the main course, and as they waited for their deserts Sonny glanced up to Pete and tilted his head. Pete offered a warm smile and took Sonny’s hand, pressing a quick kiss to his knuckles before sliding out of his seat. In the second before his knees hit the ground, Sonny froze. The ring was still in his pocket.
“Pete-“ he tried to warn, but his boyfriend paid him no mind. His slipped into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box. Sonny blinked, staring wide-eyed at the box and tilting his head slightly.
“Sonny de la Vega, sunshine of my life and second only to my muse, will you marry me?” Pete asked, opening the box to reveal a gleaming silver band with a few dark purple stones set in it. It certainly outshone Usnavi’s ring which was still sitting forgotten in his pocket. Though they’d gone over the ‘proposal’ a couple times to make sure it seemed genuine, the tears that came to his eyes were the real thing, and he quickly clapped one hand over his mouth and nodded quickly before flinging himself at Pete, throwing his arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
While the tables around them applauded and whistled, and one of the waiter’s scurried off to hopefully secure them a free meal, Sonny leaned back and wiped his eyes.
“That is not the ring we agreed on man.” He said with a wet laugh. Pete shrugged innocently and took the ring out of the box, carefully sliding it onto Sonny’s finger.
“I know but…I wanted to spoil you. Besides, this is more believable than your cousin’s ring. No offence.”
“None taken.” Sonny said, holding up his hand to examine the ring before kissing Pete again and helping him back to his feet. “But next time you feel like spoiling me, tell me beforehand. I’m a blubbering mess man.”
“That’s why I surprised you.” Pete grinned, cupping Sonny’s cheek and wiping away a few stray tears with his thumb. Sonny laughed and lightly whacked Pete’s chest with the back of his hand, taking his seat and staring down at the ring again.
As expected their meal was free, and they left the restaurant hand in hand, the ring glinting as it caught the light of the streetlights. Sonny wore the ring for the rest of the night, and refused to take it off until the wedding almost a year later.
#In the Heights#In the Heights fic#Sonny de la Vega#Graffiti Pete#Sonny/Graffiti Pete#Guys...guys read it?#Please?#Maybe say nice things about it?
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David Berman - Goodnight may your God go with you
Of course, following the sad news of David Berman's untimely demise recently we thought it fitting to play Silver Jews. David Berman was a wonderful man and his music reflects this. More on David Berman later on, because we have much more besides. SALES bookend the show with flavours of Joy Division and Suzanne Vega. There is some promise as we expect a Chinese takeaway delivery only to be reminded it's New Year and no such delicious meal is in sight.
We discover that making music purely for your own enjoyment is a thing. Sir Woman was doing just this, much like Keaton Henson whom has graced the show previously. But Sir Woman isn't the only one and we have more secretive music makers being showcased on the show in coming weeks.
Over nineties music making sensation Barbara Dane sings of the binds of conjugal felicity in her wonderful Single Girl. You think you know about protest singers? Woody, Bob and Pete? Be prepared to relearn what you think you know as Barbara Dane towers above them all.
Is there anything else?
There sure is. Flogging Molly mix never ending Irish reels with rock and roll and send us heading for the dance floor. And finally, before the close of the show we introduce you to The Local Honeys. Straight out of Kentucky these two ladies are the real deal. Banjo player Montana Hobbs and guitarist Linda Jean Stokley manage to blend bluegrass foot stompers with sweet Appalachian mountain harmonies. Able to drive hard fiddle based tunes, sing the high lonesome sound and tell a damn good story these girls are destined for great things. You can even hire them out for your own events via their website!
Chinese New Year SALESRandom Rules Silver JewsMaking Love Sir WomanSingle Girl Barbara DaneDevil's Dance Floor Flogging MollyThe Junkman The Local HoneysRenee SALES
David Berman - the legacy of beautiful music remains
The first time I met David Berman was at a backyard party at Grimey’s Records in Nashville. One of the fun ideas Grimey’s cooked up that day was to have a “Meet and Greet The Nashville Indie Rockers” table, and at this table was David Berman, Kurt from Lambchop, and me. I found David Berman funny, avuncular, and sweet. Not many people came up to talk to us - most of the people at the party already knew us, and we probably all felt a little silly and embarrassed sitting there.
It felt a little like that scene in Spinal Tap when no one shows up for the autograph signing at the record store. Kurt killed time by drawing ‘blind caricatures’ of us by placing a blindfold on his face and drawing our portraits from memory. I still have mine. David had with him two old Silver Jews 7” singles he was trying to sell. A young woman eventually came up and asked about them.
“They’re $3 each,” David told her.
“I only have $5,” said the girl.
“That’s OK, take them,” said David, handing her the records. “I’m not here today to make money. I’m here to make friends.”
2008 low point
In 2008 I was at a very low point in my life. I was in the midst of what is often euphemistically known as a “messy divorce” and was about to be dropped from my label. Also being informed, while on tour, that the record store I managed back home was to close, leaving me unemployed. I had been abandoned by both my band and my then-wife in the middle of a grueling five-week tour across the US. The final two weeks of this tour were dates opening for Silver Jews. By this point on the tour I was traveling alone. I was already friends with guitarist William Tyler and bassist Cassie Berman. The latter of whom played bass in a short-lived band I was in at the time called HP Witchcraft. I didn’t really know the rest of the band very well.
Word spreads quickly in our small circle of indie rockers. By the time I met up with the Silver Jews crew in New Orleans, everyone had already heard about my recent run of hard luck. The entire band and crew made me feel very welcome at a time when I really needed it. It felt good to be among friends. They were sympathetic but not pitying or meddlesome.Each of them made an effort, despite their demanding schedules, to hang out with me and make sure I was OK. A few of them even offered to travel with me and keep me company on the road. David Berman in particular was a good friend to me during this time despite people constantly seeking his attention and tugging on his sleeve.
David Berman to the rescue
On the last night of the tour, at the Echoplex in LA, I was asked to join the band onstage for the last song of their set, “Punks in the Beerlight.” Cassie and guitarist Peyton Pinkerton quickly ran through the chords of the song with me backstage. Cassie told me she’d cue me when it was time to join the band onstage.
David Berman was blind as a bat. He also didn’t like to wear his glasses onstage. When it came time for me to accompany the band on “Punks In The Beerlight,” David saw me approach, but didn’t recognize me at first, only seeing the shape and shadow of a big guy hopping up onstage and fiddling with an amplifier.
Oh, well, I guess they’re pulling the plug on us, sorry. The crowd booed.David Berman
Myopic misunderstanding
In his blindness, David, having momentarily forgot about the plan for me to sit in with the band. He thought I was a security guard cutting the power and coming to tell him the show was past curfew and they had to stop.
“No, David, that’s James!” explained Cassie.
Everyone laughed. It was a memorable moment and I still smile when I think about it.
The last time I spoke to David he suggested I call my new band “Orangutan Menopause.” Then he apologized for not being more present during the tour years earlier when he knew I was going through so much gnarly shit. I told him truthfully that I never felt that he was anything but present. Those last shows of the tour with Silver Jews might have saved my life. At the very least, if he and his band hadn’t been as generous, sweet, and hospitable to me as they were, I almost definitely would have bailed on the remainder of the tour and God only knows what else.
David is still there for me, as he is for so many of you, when I listen to his songs. Though it will be a while before I am able to listen to them again, I expect that they will remain just as beautiful as before, if a lot sadder. To the max.
Written by James Jackson Toth and published on Aquarium Drunkard
Further reading - The David Berman interview
Read the full article
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