#if i speak in a irish accent for a couple days my mom will hate me but its okay lmao

[hopewritcs]

the prodigal sister. five.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.7k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: and here’s part five babes ! i’m so glad you’re all liking the series.  i do have a couple of plans for it, even if the ship has not been set in stone.  i will give you fair warning, there is going to be more mentions of lonnie and what the reader’s life home with her father was like ( which is not good, we been knew that lonnie’s trash ).  

other chapters: masterlist

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Monday morning came by quickly.  Y/N was up early, showered and helping Joyce with breakfast before her brothers had even gotten out of bed.  She sipped on a mug of coffee as she watched both of her brothers come out of their rooms, yawning, and take a seat at the table with her.  

Jonathan’s eyes widened when he saw Y/N completely ready for the day ahead.  “I thought you weren’t a morning person?”  he turned to look at Will with his eyebrows raised, “Didn’t she kick me the other morning for talking to her before she had coffee?”  

Y/N kicked her brother under the table, not even glancing up from her mug as she did so.  He yelped and turned back to face her as she put the mug down on the kitchen table.  

“I think she’s had her coffee this morning.”  Will chuckled at his older siblings, sleepily helping himself to the pancakes their mother put on the table between them.  

“She still kicked me.”  

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Don’t be such a baby about it.  I didn’t even really hurt you.”  

“You kicked me!”  

“It was a light tap.”

“With your foot!” 

“Jonathan!  Y/N!  Stop arguing and eat your breakfast before Will eats all the pancakes.”  Joyce called from the stovetop where she stood, flipping more pancakes.  

The smile on her face was contagious.  Even if they were fighting, the kids were all here and under her roof again.  And that was something she’d only wished for over the years since her divorce.  Greedily, when Will was believed dead and Lonnie showed up at her door, she’d expected Y/N to be in tow.  But she was nowhere to be found, and Lonnie didn’t mention her.  Now Joyce knew why.  Lonnie never cared for their children, but had taken Y/N out of spite.  She hated knowing that as soon as he was capable, he’d sent Y/N away.  Just so Joyce couldn’t have her daughter at home.  

“Sorry mom.”  the older teens chorused together, helping themselves to the pancakes in front of them and falling silent.  

“Are you nervous for your first day of school?”  Will asked, turning to Y/N.  

After a moment, she answered, “No.  I think I would be more nervous if I didn’t know people, you know?  When I started at boarding school I was so nervous.  I was so far away from home, from you guys, from anything I knew.  But here, I’m not really alone or a stranger.  I’m not really a new kid.”  Y/N explained, taking small bites of her pancakes.  Okay, she was nervous.  But not exactly for school, just for the more social dynamics of it.  

Where the hell does she fit in?  

School was almost the same everywhere you’d gone.  Core classes plus an elective or two plus a lunch period thrown together in some order that no one cared about except for if it meant you were with your friends or with people you hated.  For Y/N, coming to school she’d just hoped that she was going to have classes with some familiar faces.  

Walking in the door with Jonathan by her side, he went with her to the office to get her schedule and locker assignment.  Jonathan showed her around, and she could feel all the eyes locked on her.  Maybe some of the students recognized her from when they were kids, or maybe they were just all wondering who the girl walking down the hall with Jonathan was.  If she were paying attention to what was being said around them, she’d have heard both queries thrown around the gossip pool.  

Luckily, they found her locker, which was right across from her homeroom history class as Jonathan pointed out.  He stood by her locker, looking around the hallway.  He was obviously waiting for Nancy to show up, so once Y/N finally got her locker door open she nudged her brother’s arm and smiled at him.  

“Go to your own locker and find Nance.  Tell her I said I’ll see her at lunch, or in class before then.  I’ll be fine, Jonny.”  

Jonathan seemed worried for a moment before he nodded, called goodbye, and walked toward where his locker was.  

Y/N was busy unpacking her books and supplies before checking her schedule over, her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked over what she would need before she could stop at her locker again.  She put the schedule down and gathered up the missed homework for her first couple of classes.  

“Oh, the new girl’s locker is so close to yours, Billy.”  she heard someone speaking off to her right side, but ignored it and focused on organizing her stuff.  “Maybe you can find out why she came in here this morning with that freak Byers.”

That got her attention, and Y/N turned around with such a force her backpack falling to the floor as she thrust her fist forward and punched whoever it was right in the nose.  “Don’t say shit about Jonathan.  He’s my brother, asshole.”

“Shit, bitch broke my fucking nose!”  He was on the floor, cradling his face in his hands with a curly haired girl cooing over him, attempting to help him stand up.  When he did, he crossed the two feet over to where Y/N was standing and his eyes were mad.  “Watch your step, new kid.”  He threatened, but Y/N didn’t react which only seemed to anger him further.  There was a crowd now, watching their movements.  

A familiar figure stepped in front of her, holding out his arm to get between the two.  “Carol, just take your boyfriend to the nurse.”  She nodded, tugged his arm a couple of times before he followed along to the nurse’s office.  But it wasn’t until he was out of Y/N’s sight that she let out a breath of air.  Billy turned back around to face her, “did you have to break his nose?”  he asked, but he was trying ( failing ) to hide a chuckle bubbling in his chest.  

Y/N smirked, shrugging her shoulders.  “No one talks shit about my siblings, not if I have anything to say about it.”  She turned back around, shaking out her hand as she picked up her fallen backpack to finish gathering her books for the day.    

“Remind me not to mess with you.”  

“As if you need the reminder.  Pretty sure I gave you a shiner at one of the formals when you showed up with Cindy and you had promised my roommate that you would go with her.  Natasha may be a bitch, but she had feelings for you.”  

Billy’s eyes glazed over, like he was remembering the scene she explained and he nodded.  “I’m kind of a dick, Y/N.”  

“From what I hear, my kid brother’s friends think you’re evil.”  Her voice was much quieter than it had been, her eyes flickering toward Billy for a short moment as she closed her locker door before turning around to lean on it.  “But, you’re not evil.  You’re, I was going to say misunderstood but I don’t think that’s right either.  You’ve got layers, Hargrove.  I understand.”  

Billy was about to reply when the first bell rang and Y/N patted his shoulder before skipping across the hall and into the history classroom, waving at him as she took a seat in the front row.  

After lunch, Y/N had two classes.  One of them was a study hall, given to her so that she could have time in school to catch up on missed assignments.  Which, despite the principal’s get ready for school work packet, there was still a lot of.  That was her last class period of the day, to be spent in the library.  

For now, she was in drama class.  An elective which she was sort of looking forward to.  She loved reading plays, but acting in them--she was still a little cautious.  At least this was a class and not the drama club, where she’d certainly have to perform on stage.  

She was late getting into the classroom, taking the only seat left which was between the teacher and a girl with dirty blonde hair.  They were seated on chairs in a circle around the classroom.  

“We have a new student with us.  Why don’t you stand up and say a few things about yourself.”  the teacher hummed, raising her hand so that Y/N would rise from her seat.  She hadn’t had to do this in every class, but why had she expected to avoid it in drama?  

Y/N stood from her seat and waved to the classroom a bit awkwardly.  “Hey, I’m Y/N Byers.  I used to live here in town before my parents divorce.  I’ve been a couple of different places, most recently I was at a boarding school in California.  I love plays, but I have terrible stage freight.  And, uh, I think that’s it?”  Y/N turned back to look at the teacher, who nodded and then Y/N sat back down in her seat, crossing her legs.  

Partners were assigned based on seats, and thankfully they were starting a new play.  Y/N was paired with the girl sitting beside her, who she learned was named Robin.  They spent the whole class mostly paying attention to their assignment, but also doing the most to make each other laugh with faked accents every time they read something off the page.  

When she left the drama classroom, she parted ways with Robin ( who had told her how to get to the library from here ) and was glad she had made at least one new friend that day.  

The library was big and it felt like every movement echoed around.  There were no set seating assignments for study hall, but Y/N did have to check in with the librarian at the desk.  Then she found her way over to one of the rows of tables, sitting down and opening up her mathematics textbook.  She’d missed a lot, but thankfully she could catch up with time.  

“Y/N?  You have study hall too?”  

She turned her head to see where the whisper had come from to see Steve sitting in the corner opposite her at a different table, except he was definitely grabbing his bag and making his way to where she sat.  He took the seat across from her and took his book out again.  

“Heard you beat the crap out of Tommy H. earlier.”  

Y/N glanced up from her math book and put her hands on top of the pages as she let out a sigh.  “Is that what they’re saying?  I just punched him.”

“Heard it was a broken nose.”

“You hear a lot of things, Steve.”  Y/N hummed, shaking her head.  “Are you going to tell me why they’re saying I attacked him or leave me in suspense?”  

Steve shrugged, “Didn’t hear any why.  Just heard you beat him up.  But it’s Tommy H, I’m sure he deserved it.”  

Y/N scoffed, nodding her head.  “He deserved it alright.  Called my brother a freak.” 

“Tommy’s a dipshit.”  

“I learned that quickly.”  

The conversation died down as both Steve and Y/N went back to their work, but her conversation was cut short when Steve spoke up again, “I also heard something else that’s interesting.”  

Y/N turned to look up at Steve, raising her eyebrows at him.  “And what would that be?  I already heard a couple people think thought that I was with Jonathan.  Which is gross, I think we look similar enough that people would think Hey dipshit they’re definitely not together.  They look related.  But no, I was wrong.”  Y/N had overheard a few conversations as she’d gone about her day.  It was awkward, hearing the gossip of just who could the new girl be.  But a couple of people who heard who she was had come up with some fake enthusiasm and attempted apologies for thinking anything less than savory about her entrance into school this morning.  

Steve’s face turned up at the suggestion.  He’d heard the rumors too, and he’d definitely stopped them when he had heard them.  “Heard that, but no.  That’s not it.  I heard that Billy got between you and Tommy.”  

Y/N rolled her eyes, turning her glance back down to her textbook as she spoke.  “You’d think you people would understand that I can take care of myself, especially since I broke that imbecile’s nose this morning.  Didn’t we already have this Billy’s my friend conversation?”  Y/N sighed, turning to look up at Steve.  He looked like he wanted to say something, but Y/N shook her head and continued.  “Seriously, Steve.  I get it.  I know what he did was fucked, and I’ve dealt with my fair share of Billy Hargrove bullshit so could you and everyone else just trust me.”  She kicked back, getting ready to stand up and go to another table, ending this conversation.  

But Steve grabbed her wrist gently, keeping her from leaving the table.  Y/N sighed and turned to look back at Steve.  “I’m sorry.”  She looked at him, unbelieving.  “I’m sorry.  You have to understand where we’re coming from with this, though.”  

Y/N sighed again, sitting back down in her seat.  She turned her hand over so that she held onto Steve’s hand lightly with her own instead.  “I do get it.  Can we agree to drop the topic and just not discuss Billy again?”  

Steve’s eyes danced around the library as he looked back down at the table, looking at his hand and hers out of the corner of his eye.  He cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah.  We can do that.”  

Y/N smiled then, dropping her grip on Steve’s hand and putting her hand back down on top of her textbook to continue reading about whatever it was that they were learning at the moment ( she hadn’t really paid attention since she got to the library, due to the person sitting across from her ).  

They spent the rest of the study hall period in mostly silence, save for a couple of comments here and there.  But both of them had actually needed to focus on the work--even if Steve had planned on waiting until the last minute to do anything about it.  

Y/N got a ride home with Nancy and Jonathan, picking up the younger siblings from the middle school as they made their way home.  

“So, why did you punch Tommy H. in the face this morning?”  Nancy asked as she turned down the radio, looking back at Y/N in the rearview mirror.  Jonathan also turned his attention to his sister, with furrowed brows.  Of course he knew about the whole situation, he’d heard enough gossip about it for the day, but he was still curious to know what happened from his sister herself.  

The boys in the backseat of the car also turned to look at Y/N with wide eyes.  “You punched someone?!”  they both exclaimed.  She wasn’t sure if it was more curiosity shimmering in their eyes or awe.  

Y/N nodded her head, before turning back to look at Jonathan.  “Do they always call you a freak?”  her voice was quiet, almost angry as she mentioned it.  Even if she had done something about it today, what did that mean for all the other days.  All the times she hadn’t been there to do something about that.  

“Is that why you punched him, Y/N?”  Jonathan asked.  He could have seen a couple of scenarios where his sister would punch Tommy H., resulting in a broken nose, but most of them had been him hitting on her.  He hadn’t considered that she would have punched someone for him.  

“Well, you’re my brother.  I’m not going to let anyone talk shit about you.”  she huffed, crossing her arms as she looked at him with a steeled gaze.  The silence hung in the air between the five passengers as they pulled up to the Byers house.  Y/N gathered her bag and hopped out of the car, making her way towards the door with her siblings.  “And let’s not tell mom I broke someone’s nose on the first day of school.”  

The siblings opened the door and walked into the living room, putting their bags down on the ground.  Will went to the kitchen to grab something to eat and Jonathan went to his room.  

Things were feeling normal in the house.  

Y/N felt like she was home.  But a thought in the back of her mind stopped her, how long is this feeling going to last? 

#byers!reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #reader insert fic #the prodigal sister

[romansrgn]

{show me your love...}

ch. 1

Ayanna stood in the middle of the street she grew up on with her best friend of a little over fifteen years as she struggled to gain the courage she always had but often lost when she was in front of him.

“I need to say this and the only way I could do that is if I just put everything out there and lay all of my cards on the table.”

Seth frowned “What cards?”

Ayanna laughed nervously. She knew he needed her to say something to make this less confusing for him. But in the end nothing she could say would make her want him any less. Despite how confusing her own feelings felt. "I don’t know. I don't even know what I'm saying.”

Seth grabbed her hand “We’re friends. So whatever’s going on with you we can work through it, together.”

Ayanna nodded “It definitely works better that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m not usually attracted to grudge band listening, crossfit weirdos. But here I am.”

“Attracted?” Seth raised a brow.

Ayanna gave a slight nod as if she couldn't believe she was finally saying it outloud “I know right.”

Seth didn't know what to say. His friend since he was a teenager was admitting she was attracted to him. Sure, she was hot, smart ass hell with a personality that made everyone in the room want to be around her..but she was one of his best friends for god sake. If he went there with her he was liable to fuck up their entire friendship. Not to mention there were other things happening now.

Ayanna laughed a little “This worked out so much better in my head.”

So she decided to take a different approach “Remember last summer after my dad died and how lost I was? That summer I felt like my entire world came crashing down and I couldn’t do anything about it except drink myself into numbness. And you know what? it worked. It worked until you came back into town and you made me feel things. Things I didn’t want to feel because you’re you. I wanted to be angry at you, the world and the doctors who couldn't do anything to save my dad's life but you wouldn’t allow that. But in the end it turned out that you were what I needed in probably one of the darkest times of my life. And I-I don’t know what I’m saying but I know what I'm feeling isn't changing. I care about you, Seth. Every since I was a kid. I’ve always cared about you.”

The two friends merely stared at each other trying to gauge the others reaction. After what felt like minutes  Seth cleared his throat “Umm I don’t know what to say.” 

“I can see that. I’m not asking you to feel the same way I do I just— I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

Seth took a small step towards her closing the space between them. He ran his hand through her hair and resting it at the back of her neck “You know how much I love you. You’re beautiful, funny and smart and anybody would be lucky to have you but–”

“But–”

“Hey, babe.” a strong Irish accent interrupted the two friends “Are you ready to go?”

Babe

Seth held eye contact with Ayanna before dropping his hand from her hair “Yea, I was just saying hello to a friend.”

Friend.

Ayanna nodded before taking a step back from Seth. The vulnerability he once saw in her dark brown eyes were replaced with indifference.

“Is this Ayanna?” Rebekah asked looking at Seth who nodded. His eyes never leaving Ayanna's “Well it's so nice to finally meet you. Seth has told me so much about you."

Ayanna smiled tightly “Nice to meet you too. I’m sorry I can't say the same.”

Both girls shook hands “I’m Rebekah. Seth’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” Ayanna looked at Seth who gave a sympathetic smile.

“We’re still kind of new with the labels. So your the first one to hear us say it out loud.”

“Lucky me.” Ayanna mumbled “Well, I’ve held you guys up long enough. I’m going to go.”

Rebekah looked between Seth and Ayanna “I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys–”

Ayanna waved a hand “Don’t worry about it. I was making a fool out of myself anyway so I’m glad you came in for the save.”

Rebekah laughed. Liking the young woman already.

“Ayanna, we need to finish talking.” Seth said holding her gaze.

“No, I think I’ve said enough. As a matter of fact everything I said was probably the alcohol speaking. I’ve been out with the girls and I kind of had way too much to drink. So just ignore me.”

Seth didn’t smell an ounce of alcohol on her but he played along “Let me take you home.”

“You know my house is up the street. I’ll be fine.” She looked back at Rebekah who was smiling at her “You guys look great together. Have a great night.” she said before walking away leaving the couple alone.

Rebekah smiled “You too, Yaya.”

Ayanna looked pointedly at Seth. Seth closed his eyes when she bit down on her bottom lip. He knew she was trying to prevent herself from crying. So when she walked off he didn’t stop her. He’ll get his time with her later.

She wouldn't say she ran all the way home but she would call it a slight jog. All she wanted to do was put as much space between herself and her embarrassment as possible.

Ayanna visibly cringed at the use of the nickname Seth gave her "Its, Ayanna.”

Tasha Kordei smiled at her daughter "I came to see you. But I saw you were busy catching up with Seth and his friend. So I didn't want to interrupt."

Ayanna sighed "it's his girlfriend, mom."

"Girlfriend?"

Ayanna cursed when she dropped her keys she tried again but her front door was swung open "Mom? What are you doing here?"

"Yup, and she's Irish too."

Mrs. Kordei didn't look impressed "Fascinating. Did you at least tell him about the good news?"

Ayanna blinked totally forgetting about that "No, I didn't. I completely forgot.

"Honey--"

Ayanna slipped her jacket off her shoulders "Mom, I got so caught up with telling him something else that it slipped my mind. If I see him again I'll tell him."

Mrs. Kordei frowned "What's more important than telling him you're moving to Australia?" Then it dawned her "So you finally told him."

"What--"  Ayanna eyes widen "How did you--"

"You're my daughter and I've known Seth since you were twelve and he was seventeen. Your father and I use to wonder what a young man that age would be doing hanging around a kid. At first we hated it. But Seth took care of you and he looked after you.  So we grew accustomed to it. But we weren't blind to your growing crush on him. I remember that time you got so angry at him for taking Donna Stevens to the prom. You didn’t speak to him for almost three weeks and it killed him. I remember when he told you he was moving to Davenport so he could continue his wrestling training and that night you cried your little heart out. From that moment I never thought you would get over your feelings for him and I was right. And when your father died,” Tasha took a moment to get herself together “I was so scared for you honey. I mean I was terrified. You were drinking, doing drugs and just doing all of these things that was so unlike you. So I called him. I called Seth. I knew if anyone could bring you back from that darkness. I knew it would be him and for that I’m grateful.”

Ayanna took a sip of her water. Taking in everything her mother said before turning to look at her. She didn't know her mother was the one who called Seth.  “Daddy, always said I wear my heart on my sleeve. After so many years and the distance. I thought my feelings would change. I mean their have been others. With both boys and girls. But none of them were him.”

Tasha walked over to her daughter and wrapped the small woman in her arms “I feel the same way about your father. Sometimes when you know, you just know.

Her phone beeped and her mother handed it to her. It was a text from Seth.

Ur still coming to my show tomorrow night, right? :)

Tasha gave her daughter a sympathetic smile.

Thinking she said more than enough tonight. Ayanna decided to keep it short.

Sure :)

LATER THE NEXT DAY.

“Is that what you’re wearing to the show?”

Ayanna shrugged “Yea, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Did you just roll out of bed or??” Jaydean deadpanned.

“First of all, what’s wrong with how I look? Its Raw not a strip club.”

Jaydean held up a  hand “Correction, it’s a show that the man your ass has been in love with since you were twelve years old has invited  you to. The same damn show that his girlfriend becky with the good hair will also be featured on.”

Ayanna shook her head “No, I’m not going there to steal her man or whatever--I’m there to support Seth and then I’m going home to pack.”

“No, bitch. You’re  going there to show Sethie what he’s missing and then we’re going to the club. It’s ladies night.”

Ayanna raised a brow.

“Oh, please. I know the girl who planned tonight’s event. Now go change. The outfit I picked out for you is hanging up behind your bathroom door.”

When she emerged from the house Jayden grinned "Yes, this is what I'm here for. Body and looks for days."

"And what about my personality?" Ayanna asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"Eh, we'll work on that later. Time is money, honey."

Ayanna punched him in the arm "Dick and for that your ass is driving."

Ayanna rolled her eyes before going in and doing as she was told.

"Uh uh. I hate parking downtown." Jaydean said following behind Ayanna.

Braelin smiled when she saw who was sitting in the front row "Hi, stranger."

Ayanna grinned "I could say the same thing about you. You're glowing."

"It's the coco butter I use three times a day."

Both girls laughed.

"Or it could be that baby bump you've been hiding since April, but ok."

Braelin failed to hide her shock "Is it that obvious?"

Ayanna gave her a look "That whole black makes you look slimmer thing is a myth. Please let that go."

Braelin laughed "Hush, well since my not so secret is out. Yes, I'm pregnant."

"What are you having?"

"Twins. A boy and a girl."

Ayanna pouted "Damn, so much for that gender reveal party."

"That's what Briyanna and Naomi said. But the gender reveal party  just seems played. Just throw me an old fashioned baby shower."

Ayanna nodded "Ok, I can do that. But the baby shower needs to happen within the next month."

Braelin furrowed her eyebrows "Why?"

"Well, I got a job offer in Australia."

A range of emotions flew across Braelin’s face but shock won out "Wow, Australia. Congratulations!"

Ayanna laughed "Are you sure?"

Braelin brought Ayanna into a hug "Of course I'm sure. I'm just shocked. That's really far away. How did Seth take the news?"

Ayanna remained silent. In which Braelin nodded her head in understanding "You didn't tell him, yet." 

"I wanted to tell him last night but it slipped my mind. I met Rebekah though." Ayanna looked pointedly at the ring were Rebekah was training. "She's good."

"She is. I would be surprised if you didn't. Your opinion matters to him."

"We didn't meet on purpose. She introduced herself to me. I guess she came home with him." Ayanna mumbled the last part.

Braelin wasn't one to give relationship advice especially not when she was in a hot mess she was currently in but what kind of friend would she be if she didn't at least give Ayanna a chance to talk to Seth.

"Did you come here with anyone?"

Ayanna nodded "Yea, I came here with Jaydean."

Braelin looked around "Where is he now?"

"He's still looking for a parking space."

Braelin snorted "Well, that gives us thirty minutes tops." she said grabbing Ayanna's hand "Come with me."

"Wait, where are we going?"

"You need to talk to Set--"

"No, absolutely not. I can't tell him I'm moving to Australia right before the show. I can do it after. I promise."

Braelin didn't look convinced "Fine, but it wouldn't hurt to wish him luck. In person."

Ayanna conceded knowing what her friend was trying to do despite how badly she wanted to run in the opposite direction "Ok, but only for a few minutes. I need to be here when Jaydean gets back."

Braelin nodded leading the young woman backstage. It wasn't until Ayanna was from behind the barricade that Braelin got a good look at what she was wearing "Damn, Yaya."

Ayanna blushed "This was all Jaydean." She defended.

That made sense. Braelin thought. The Ayanna she knew wore sweatpants, leggings and oversized t shirts. She rarely showed skin of any kind and looking at her now she really didn't understand why??

"Well, I'm glad he's taking you out of your comfort zone. Try not to give any of the guys..or girls heart palpitations before the show starts, ok?

Both girls laughed and headed to Seth's dressing room.

Braelin introduced her to the guys who were gawking and the girls that were openly curious about the newcomer.

Ayanna smiled when she saw Roman in the hallway. They did their cute little handshake before embracing each other in a hug "It's been forever since I've seen you."

Roman rolled his eyes "It's been a month and I remember face timing you with Seth at least three times after that."

Ayanna's giggle prompted Seth to stick his head out of his dressing room. His long hair hung a little past his shoulder in naturally curly state. He had on his brand new Seth t shirt and a pair of jeans. "I thought I recognized that laugh. How long have you been out here?"

Ayanna shrugged "Not long. I just came to wish you good luck tonight."

Braelin cleared her throat a little too dramatically which forced three heads to turn in her direction "I'm sorry. Allergy season."

Seth nodded before turning his attention back to Ayanna "You want to come in for a bit?"

Yes. "Actually, I can't---

"Yes, you can. I'll send Jay up to the sky box and you can join him when you're done." Braelin interjected.

Roman looked down at the mother of his children "What are you up too?

Braelin shrugged "Nothing."she smirked before walking away.

Seth looked confused by the exchanged but stepped aside so she could go inside. He had a few words with Roman before  turning his attention to Ayanna "You look different."

Ayanna snorted "Different? Is that your weird way of giving me a compliment?"

Seth took a moment to take in what she was wearing. He knew Ayanna was  a beautiful girl but she had a level of sexiness to her that wasn't there before. Or maybe it was and he just didn’t see it until now. She had on a pair of biker shorts that showed off her silky smooth legs and amazing ass. While her champion long sleeve was tied up to show off her abs.

Seth cleared is throat and rubbed his neck when he realized he was down right ogling her “Of course it is. I’m glad you came because I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“I told you I was drunk so everything I said was influenced by lots of tequila and not enough chasers.”

“I thought you stopped drinking?” He asked folding his arms across his chest.

“It was one night. Not several. So relax.”

“Relax? You promised me, remember? Or were you just blowing smoke up my ass?”

Ayanna looked affronted not knowing where all of this was suddenly coming from “I came here to wish you good luck. I did that and now I think it’s time for me to leave.”

Seth closed his eyes not knowing what the hell he was doing. He knew she wasn't drinking because he didn't smell an ounce of alcohol on her last night. He grabbed her arm lightly to keep her from leaving “I’m sorry for acting like a dick. I’m also sorry for not telling you about Rebekah.”

“It’s fine. There’s no rule that exists that we’re required to introduce into each other to our respective others.”

However, there was a part of her that wished there was one that existed between them. Maybe then she wouldn't have felt blindsided by Rebekah.

Seth took a large step towards her closing the space between them. “That’s not what I meant. I know it took a lot to admit that you have feelings for me and I get it. I care about you a great deal and I always will. But, I love our friendship and everything we’ve built from that. Our friendship means so much to me that if I ruin that by taking things to another level with you….I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”

Ayanna gave a short nod. She willed herself not to feel the rejection that was injected into her heart but damn it if it wasn't hard.  However, this rejection in hindsight made what she was going to say a lot easier. She knew if she ever wanted to get over Seth she needed to put an entire continent between them and maybe with time she would be able to move on.  “I have to be honest I came here for ulterior motives” she took a step back from Seth and that’s when he saw it again, that in difference “I got a job offer to be a photographer for Vogue Australia and I accepted.”

Silence

More silence

Seth opened and closed his mouth willing something to come out but all he could do was run a frustrated hand through his hair something she's grown accustomed to him doing since he was a teenager.

“Gee, Congratulations, Ya Ya. I know how hard you’ve worked to get your stuff on major magazines where millions of people will get to see it. Great job.” she mocked.

Seth narrowed his eyes “Yes, great job. Great job moving across the fucking world where no one knows you while everyone you love is here, you know..home.”

“Are you serious right? You of all people are lecturing me on moving a way? You moved a way to pursue your dream but its a problem when I do it?”

“Yes” he yelled. Something he never did to Ayanna who jumped "You’re not moving a couple of fucking miles away, Yaya. It's an entire fucking continent.” he said pacing back and fourth.

Ayanna bit down on her bottom lip “Here I thought my best friend would finally be happy for me instead--”

Seth shook his head “No, you’re not going to make me the bad guy.” he suddenly laughed when something occurred to him “When did you agree to this job? Don't answer that. Because I know when it was. It was after you met Rebekah. Amirite?”

Yup, it was definitely time for her to leave. Ayanna headed to the door but decided she couldn't  leave without setting him straight “I got the job offer last summer. But I was in no shape to do it. So, I was going to turn it down because I didn't think I could handle it, not after my dad died. But after a little time they called me again and I accepted. That was four months ago. As hard as it seems, my life doesn't revolve around you.”

Seth shrugged helplessly finding it hard to believe that she will no longer be in reaching distance “What am I supposed to do?”

She smiled sadly, “It’s funny because I asked myself the same thing. But I guess it's about time we figure it out. Have a great show.”

By the time he made it to the ring to cut the first promo of the night. He scanned the front row and up at the sky box only to see that she was gone.

AN: Ayanna has spent most of her adult life in love with Seth so it's going to be interesting to see how and she tries to move on from him as well as how Seth will cope with not having Yaya in reaching distance. They're definitely in for it.

Sidenote:  Reviews are everything because it let's me know what you're thinking so please comment or drop your comments inbox. I read them all. Anyways, until next time kids!

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Do you have a fringe? No. Do you like any films with Barbara Streisand in them? I like Meet the Fockers and Little Fockers, ha. Which breed of dog do you find most scary? Any aggressive dog. What’s the secret to your success? Uh, what success? Do you keep any photos in your wallet? No.

Anyone you really miss right now? There’s a few people I’ll always miss. Did you know that all the fish are dying out? I haven’t heard that. Would you ever wear a white tuxedo? No. I wouldn’t wear any kind of tuxedo.  Do you judge a book by its cover? I try not to, but I think we all do that in some way or another sometimes. Do you like chips and dips? Yeah. Last time you went on a rollercoaster: I don’t do rollercoasters. Ever been to a pottery class? Nope. Does your milkshake bring all the boys to the yard? I don’t got an ass, ha. Who was the last person to stay over at your house? My aunt and cousin last year sometime.  Do you like red lipstick? Yeah.  Can you recall your country’s national anthem? Yes, I know it.  Do you believe in ghosts? I believe in the supernatural. Which sweets/candy would you put into your dream pic'n'mix? Meh. If you had a boat, where would you sail in your boat? I’ve never sailed or driven a boat. Can you rap? I can “rap” along to some rap songs, but I’m not a rapper.  Are you a light sleeper? Yes. When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? Nah. What is your favourite Disney film? I love Disney films, but as far as animated ones go Alice in Wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, and Toy Story are my favorites. Disney owns a lot of companies and make a lot of movies, and there’s a lot that I like. You can even include Marvel and Star Wars in this. Do you prefer brown or white bread? I like both. Have you ever spent an entire day in bed? I’ve been on actual bed rest on several occasions, but I do spend most of my day in bed in general. Don’t you just find it annoying when people get too much plastic surgery? I don’t care what they do to themselves.  How high’s your pain threshold? Somewhat high I guess as someone who deals with chronic pain, I’m no stranger to it. What would you wear to a red carpet event? I have no idea why I’d be at such an event or what I’d even wear. I’d have have a whole team helping me if I were for some reason ever attending one. I have no desire to, though. Whose birthday is next, out of all the people you know? My mom’s. What kind of coat are you going to wear in the winter? I wear my hoodies, sweatshirts, and peacoats during the winter. Did you ever go through a Goth phase? Emo, yeah. Do you find architecture interesting? I can appreciate a nice looking building, but no I’m not interested in architecture. When on the computer do you ever think about how it all works? It’s crossed my mind. How many songs are there in your iTunes library? I haven’t used iTunes in yearsss. Do you like Irish accents? Sure. Describe the worst date you’ve ever been on: I haven’t had a bad one. When did you last go to the park? Like 3 years ago for a friend’s birthday. Which two animals would you breed together to make a hybrid? I wouldn’t. Do you ever forget how to walk? I can’t walk, so. Do you own a Jesus bracelet? No. How far out can you stick your tongue? Not that far. Do you like David Bowie? I like a couple songs. Would you eat a live cockroach if it made you a millionaire? * I mean, I want money…but I dont think I could bring myself to do that <<< Same. I’d be gagging, crying, and throwing up. It’d be horrible. Does it annoy you when you feel like people aren’t really listening? Ugh, yes.  Are you the type who usually plays it safe? Yes.  Do you want what you can’t have? There’s some things I think I’ll never be able to have. Ever been copied by somebody, clothing or style-wise? No. Is there a point to clear nail varnish? Doesn’t it make them look shiny? What is the latest time you’ve ever woken up? All night/day. Ever gotten into trouble over something you didn’t really do? Not that I can recall. Are you currently ill? I have chronic health issues. Don’t you just hate being corrected? If it’s done in an asshole-ish way. Are there any really beautiful buildings close to where you live? Not in my city, but yeah plenty nearby. Natural or artificial? Depends? Who do you think about most? A lot of things like my health, life, friends, things going on, the past, the future, etc. My mind is a jumbled mess. Do you have embarrassing parents? No. How often do you use the word “potent”? Not often. How’s your grandmother? My maternal grandma passed away over 10 years ago. My paternal grandma, whom I call Nana, is doing well.  What in your opinion is the most annoying noise in the world? Loud eating sounds like slurping, sucking, smacking, ice hitting against a glass, and repetitive beeping sounds.  Are you any good at writing? I’ve been told that. Can you speak any Spanish? Un poquito.  Do you like things from the ‘50s? Some things, sure. Like I Love Lucy for one.

Would you rather be skeletal or curvy? I’m pretty thin and on the skeletal side, but I wish I had more weight on me.  What’s your favourite type of cloud? I don’t have one. What’s something that really matters to you? My faith and my family. Did that pass some time? Yeah.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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New Episode, New Ian

What they showed:

What we all thought of:

and that made the ending of last night’s episode fraught with emotion (as did Cam’s acting), and I was sort of freaked out by events until about an hour after the show when I saw the full scene in the church from the next episode-and now I’m back to thinking Shameless is just continuing their same old bullshit.  

Weekly warning: There will be spoilers under the cut, even one for The Walking Dead so if you haven’t seen last week’s mid-season finale of that show-you have been warned.

Another brand new writer this week-I wasn’t impressed.  Last week’s seemed ignorant about sexual orientation, this week’s seems just as uninformed about addiction (and maybe medications to treat bipolar disorder).  

I’ll try to dispense with the other storylines as quickly as possible.  The Kev and Vee stuff doesn’t interest me or amuse me in the least-it’s not my cup of tea anyway, but of course it’s not being well-written and that hurts its chances even more.  This week we saw the twins for a second, but no Yev and no Svetlana.  I guess the thrupple is over again already?

Carl is a waste of screen time this year, in my opinion.  The new love interest is a weird, bitchy sort who screams about the living hell of her teen life-which includes SAT prep, tennis camp, and cruising the Greek islands on “P Diddy’s” yacht.  You’re trying too hard, Shameless, we’d hate this teen bride to be without all the whining.  

Oh, we also find out Carl is also 16 this week-so, either Debbie’s twin or another set of (heretofore unmentioned) Irish twins.  

Frank is a total waste of time too, except one interesting line-he tells a stranger in line at a job fair he has “five kids”, so I guess he really doesn’t count Ian as his own.  

It’s Liam’s last day of school?  But Carl’s just weeks away from going back to school?  I know the time line has never made sense, but wtf?  

Also Fiona flat out states she’s 28 in this episode-what’s with the new writers establishing ages all of the sudden?

Debbie should’ve gotten fired in her first scene at work, but doesn’t, but self-sabotages the job later (in typically “hilarious” aka unfunny Shameless fashion), and from an Emmy tweet I guess the audience is supposed to think she stood up for herself but all I could think was, “Good luck getting another job where they let you bring your baby to work in a pet carrier.”  Of course Debbie IS a Gallagher and this IS Shameless, so by next week she’ll probably have some high paying steady job with in-house daycare and a retirement plan...

Snore got to have a couple of lines this week-setting up her still in the future storyline.  Lip asks her if she’s ok when she seems distracted/down in the dumps/who tf knows what she was going for, and she answers, “Sorry, just stuff.”  Lip says, “You wanna talk about it?” and she says, “Naw, it’s fucked up.”  Ian will have a similarly cryptic scene at the end of the show-suddenly they want us to think storylines continue from week to week?  

We meet Fiona’s new fella-the only thing remotely interesting about him is his Irish accent.  Nessa’s got her weekly “I’m never at work, I’m always free to hang with Fiona” scene too, in which Fiona says Ian has a “history of psycho behavior” so fuck you, New Writer.  (Fiona also has a history-of child endangerment and neglect-so she should put those stones away while she’s living in that glass house.)  

Lip had another week where I just can’t invest in what he’s got going on.  Why is Lip, the alcoholic adult child of an alcoholic so disillusioned and shocked by Youens’ downfall?  Why are they writing him so naive?  Lip is supposed to be smart, plus he’s watched Frank his entire life-we’re supposed to believe that he was gobsmacked by Youens getting drunk during an hour break at the courthouse?  Wouldn’t that be Frank to a T?  You remember Lip’s dad, don’t you?  The guy who when he couldn’t get booze down this throat used an eye dropper to get alcohol into his blood stream thru his eyes?  They have Brad say to Lip that with Youens’ record, if it was anyone else, Lip would say he belongs in jail after his fifth DUI-which rings true.  If it were Frank in the same position, Lip would be testifying against him!  Anyway, the big farewell scene at the prison, the writer to me showed little to zero sympathy (or maybe even awareness?) that alcoholism is a disease.  Instead of giving Youens a speech like Ian got to keep his EMT job, Youens tells Lip he’s “a drunk”.  Don’t any of these people watch Mom on CBS?  And I’m not being flippant-my uncle (my mother’s brother) was an alcoholic and I don’t think he had a drink during my entire lifetime (he was working on his sobriety by the time I was born), but I know he did struggle every day, he wanted a drink every day of his life.  The show keeps acting like there’s just some magic hump Lip needs to get over and then he won’t want/need to drink and it just doesn’t work that way.  That’s why the program says “one day at a time”-Lip can’t keep waiting for some magic moment one day down the road where he’ll be “cured” and never want another drink.  Lip did his 28 days, he’s been going to meetings, he should know this.  The writers definitely should know it, but they don’t treat alcoholism like a disease at all-I don’t get it and I don’t think the storyline is great.  Lip hasn’t seemed to learn anything from any of the father figures in his life.  Also?  I strongly suspect that now that Youens is “put away” and Brad’s too overwhelmed to be a sponsor,  they’ll show Lip searching for a new sponsor next week, but after that he’s going to be Snore’s rock when Terry-oops, I mean her father-gets out of prison and all of Lip’s drinking issues WILL have magically been handled to free him up to be her hero.

Now on to the only reason I keep watching this mess of a show.  When we first see Ian this week, it’s in a very OOC scene of him throwing not one but two buckets of icy water on Fiona in bed.  Really?  You expect me to invoke a suspension of disbelief so strong that it believes that A: Ian would ever do such a thing, and B: (since we find out he’s been doing it for a week) that Fiona’s mattress isn’t completely ruined?  Fuck you, Shameless.  And between “joking” about killing her and now this act of aggression, I’m really getting sick of how they’re writing Ian-he’s never been like that.  

Speaking of character traits-next we see Jerome spelling out MANIAX on the sidewa...Oops, sorry, Ian’s egging Fiona’s building and writing out his explanation of where “Cuntlord” came from as a mash up on the sidewalk in spraypaint.  He’s also got the kids from the shelter with him and they’re setting up a tent city on the conveniently empty lot next to Fi’s apartments.  Terror is...there.  Standing there.  Being useless.  Ian gets in Fiona’s face, says he wants her to “smell their shit”-oh, Shameless, you’re making it too easy-the whole show smells like shit.  Terror tries to tell Ian it sounds like a family issue, that Ian shouldn’t be using “Terror’s kids” (I cringe every time he shouts “my kids” at Ian).  Ian’s got a bullhorn, they chant some obscenities (as if Fiona’s tenants and other people in the neighborhood wouldn’t call the cops about THAT)...you can just see the wheels turning, that Shameless is trying to be shameless again, but it ain’t working.  Anyway, Terror stands there trying to look worried (it comes off more as constipated) as Ian marches off around the building with the kids.  If we’re supposed to think he’s like Mickey worrying about Ian as he was losing control, it’s not working.  

As soon as Ian leaves for work, Fiona buys all the kids off with free pizza and twenty bucks-and even the girl crushing on Ian has her price and is the last to leave.  I bet that’s the last we’ll see of the “kids”.  Fiona also pulls a totally cunty move and has all the kids’ stuff removed by a clean up crew.  It would’ve killed them to write a line where she says, “Bring it back to the Youth Center but tell someone in charge there that if they set up again, I’m throwing it out.”?  

When Ian gets back to the lot after work, he and Terror are looking on the scene and they start to pick up some stuff Fiona’s crew missed.  Fi is trying to talk to Ian, to apologize and put it behind them, but Ian’s ignoring her.  She says that Margo has another building and that she’s willing to lease it and waive the first and last month’s rent deposit, Ian says they’re not interested in charity.  Terror speaks up and Ian barks at him, and then Fiona asks Ian if he’s off his meds.  That only makes Ian madder, but she tries again, asks, “are you taking them?”  Ian is livid now, he informs Fiona that yes, he is taking them and that he’s “fucking angry” and is she going to suspect he’s off his meds for the rest of his life when he gets angry and that he’s allowed to be “angry at bitch assholes when they’re being fucking bitch assholes,” and then he stomps off, obviously upset and hurting and Terror stays with Fi just like he stayed with Monica when Ian was hurt and upset by her-because Terror never validates Ian’s feelings and is TOXIC.  Fi doesn’t go after Ian either, and tells Terror to go look at the building for the youths.  She doesn’t say the offer is time sensitive though, ffs.  

Ian doesn’t get home till it’s full dark out-where was he all afternoon and during the early evening?  At the time I was hoping Mickey’s abandoned building rooftop, but you know that’s just dumb of me.  

Terror is waiting on the front stairs of Ian’s house.  Ian doesn’t look pleased to see him.  First thing out of Terror’s mouth: “I went to look at that place on Ashland.”  (No “Hi”, no “Are you ok?”, no “Do you want to talk?”)  Ian says, “You what?” clearly pissed off.  “It’s got good bones (that’s the 2nd time in the episode they use that real estate buzz phrase-Fiona described the building to them thusly-it sounded out of place both times).  I signed a lease.”  Hold the phone-I’m really going to need to see a printed out job description for Terror’s position at the youth center ASAP.  He has the authority to sign binding legal/rental documents for the place?  He doesn’t even have a valid ID!!!  But I digress.  Ian’s response is, “Fuck, Trev.”  He just sounds exhausted.  Terror says, “She’s right about you not being yourself lately.  (Dafuq?  You’ve known him all of ten months maybe?  And you’ve NEVER let him talk/express himself?  What do you know about Ian being “himself”, asshole?)  This isn’t the mountain you’re making it to be.  Are you taking care of yourself?”  Is he asking if Ian’s having anonymous sex with randos who worship him?  WTF is Terror’s definition of Ian taking care of himself?  Ian answers, pausing between each word, “Yes.  I am taking my fucking meds.  Now get off my porch, dick.”  Terror literally steps in front of him and gets right in his face (since he’s standing a step or two up the stairs) and says, “It is my job to do what is best for those kids and that place on Ashland will make their lives a little bit better.”  So?  THAT’S the appropriate response to whatever Ian is going through?  ANOTHER goddamn lecture about Terror and what Terror does?  Like I said, Fiona didn’t say, “Rush right down there, this offer is only on the table for the next few hours.”  Terror’s all about what he has to do for those kids in need while the guy he claimed he “really loved” is in a world of goddamn hurt?  Leaving Mickey out of it all together, Terror still comes off as an uncaring, self-centered asshole.  Terror doesn’t care about Ian, it’s so clear in this (and many other) scenes.  Why does Shameless keep forcing this on us?  All Terror has been saying the last few episodes while Ian has been trying to help the kids is that Ian’s doing it wrong, and that they are Terror’s kids.  Even bringing up his job like that-if he wanted to make the point to Ian that he’s been trained to help them and Ian hasn’t-why not say THAT instead of going from, “Your sister’s right, are you taking care of yourself?” to pounding his chest and crowing about “his job”?  He’s the one that let Ian in to help the kids, now all he ever does is act like Ian’s not good enough at it.  

The last scene is Ian in his bed.  Fiona comes in to talk to him, they both say they’re done fighting.  Ian oddly says, “I shouldn’t have wasted my time on that bullshit.  Not when there are larger concerns to consider.”  Fiona asks, “Larger concerns like what?”  He takes a breath like he’s about to answer, pauses,she gives him a searching worried af look, then he just changes the topic, “Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?  I was almost asleep in here.”  Instead of saying something like, “I’m your sister, you know you can tell me anything, I want to know,” she just says, “Night, Ian,” gets up, walks to the door, pauses, says, “I love you, you know.”  Close up of Cam’s face, another pause, he finally says, “You too.”  She leaves, there’s another close up of him-his eyes move from the door to staring at nothing.  

So, when I was watching it live, that scene totally freaked me out.  He seemed like he had something bad to tell her, but just couldn’t yet.  I WANT to believe this is all leading to him mourning and missing and not coping about Mickey, but this stupid show never wants to remember Mickey and sure as hell doesn’t want to act like he ever meant anything to Ian but a puppy love Ian outgrew.  So I doubt that’s where they’re going.  I also don’t think it has anything to do with Monica because the show feels like they’ve “done” that story and it’s over.  I was wracking my brain about what Ian’s larger concerns could be referring to, and upset that we’re going to have to wait two weeks to even begin to find out.  Because another possibility is that they’ll never say what the hell he was referring to because that’s what this show is now-brand new every week.  There’s still no fall out from him going into the old couple’s house-was that just a throwaway joke?  That, just like Kev dancing at the Fairy Tail, Ian would do anything for that money?  

On The Walking Dead’s mid-season finale it was revealed that Carl had been bit by a walker in an earlier episode and that’s what this bed scene was reminding me of-that Ian had something really awful and life-altering happen, but he just can’t bring himself to tell anyone yet.  

Anyway, thoughts were spinning around in my head, and then I saw this:  https://youtu.be/ZiFnSVqu1D4   and it was a cold dose of reality, just like those buckets of water falling on Fiona’s head: by the next episode all will be fine.  Ian’s found a new passion project, Terror is on board, holding his Bible for him and supporting his man, even if he does claim to be Ian’s ex-Ian’s quick to “reassure” us that they’ll start banging again soon.  That ugly smile on Terror’s face made me want to cry.  

Now I’m thinking that maybe all “larger concerns” is gonna turn out to be that one of the youths told Ian off camera about the gay conversion program at that church-or that maybe instead of being on Mickey’s rooftop Ian was wandering around the city and saw a flyer or a poster for it.  So when he’s talking to Fiona he’s already moved on from topics of real estate and his contemplating taking on organized religion.  Because this show is that badly written nowadays.  True loyal fans keep remembering how the show was back in the day and could read a lot into the emotions played by Emmy and Cam in that final scene and were naturally worried that something personal is going on with Ian, but it probably is just him setting off on the path of becoming a zealot with a new cause with much-or all-of the reasoning happening off the page and off screen.  LAME.  

They could’ve so easily set this storyline up over time-Ian gets back from leaving Mickey to find not only has he lost the love of his life, but also his mother, his one sympathetic source when it comes to the lifelong condition he still doesn’t have a handle on, it would’ve been the most natural thing in the world for him to look to religion for answers.  But no, we had him chase after Terror like he’s Ian’s only relationship option, and in the next episode he’s got a Bible with dozens of post-it tabs marking the pertinent passages he needs to take on a pastor instead.  Somewhere between telling Fiona he was almost asleep and the next episode he’ll have read and highlighted the entire Bible and quasi-broken up with Terror with the promise that they’ll get together again soon.  Because they can’t make Terror and Ian just friends.  They’re really going to make us suffer thru this on again, off again tedious bullshit?  Why?  

One more note on how much they let happen that we don’t get to see: WHEN DID TERROR FIND OUT IAN HAS BIPOLAR DISORDER?  Was it when Fiona was asking Ian about his meds?  Was it long ago?  Was it before or after Ian ran off with Mickey?  WHEN?  First they just spring it on us that Terror apparently knows all about Ian being a teen prostitute (which the audience still doesn’t even really know about-all we got was retconning because the last we knew, Ian told the porn producer he couldn’t turn tricks at the club), now this?  They waste so much time on scenes that go nowhere and that don’t advance the story at all-they can’t give us a little bit of Ian actually talking to the guy he’s screwing?  Hell, they don’t even give us scenes of them screwing....

#Spoilers #Recap #Season H8 Episode 7 #It keeps getting crappier every week #I don't know how they do it

[kdfrqqg]

French Perfume Part 12

Crowley x reader Summary: Reader receives a gift from a secret admirer. Reader learns about her special gifts. This part of the story Crowley and the reader have been dating for a bit with some complications. Warnings: language, angst, fluff, Destiel fun Word count: 2.8K Catch up here: French Perfume series

“And we will.” He kissed your forehead.

You held him tight and thought of your bedroom and all the research you needed to do.  When you opened your eyes, both of you were lying your bed.

“Love, why are we back here so soon? I was hoping to take you out tonight.”

You moved from the bed, “I told you I need to get back to my research.” you threw on a tank top over your head and slid on a comfy pair of jeans, you continued, “I’m not stopping until I find a way for us to be together all the time without me hurting you.”

“Ok then. I’ll get dressed and make you some coffee.” He was not about to argue with you when he wanted a solution to your problem just as badly.

He grabbed the flannel shirt and jeans that you bought for him for when he hung out at the bunker and you both walked out to the kitchen.  You greeted Sam and Dean, who were eating dinner at the table.  

“How was Court?” Dean asked.

“It was wonderful, Jarrell set up flowers and candles for me and Crowley bought me new dresses.” You gushed.

Dean rolled his eyes, “No, I mean how was the fight.”

“You told him. Why would you tell him that?” You looked at Crowley like he betrayed you.

“(Y/N), when it comes to your safety Dean needs to know everything.” Crowley explained.

“So what happened?” Sam questioned.

“A demon challenged me, he said if I could beat him he would bow to me.  So I beat him, hand to hand but then he thought he could stab me in the back and that is when I killed him.” You sighed.

“Now all the demons will bow to her.” Crowley said with such pride.

“You’re ok, right?” Dean inquired.

“Of course Deano.” You told him.  “Baby, I’ll be in the library. Three sugars lots of cream.” you pect him on the lips.

Everyone followed you into the library, “what exactly are we looking for?” Dean asked knowing you wanted to find a solution to your siphoning.

“Anything really, a spell, incantation, talisman whatever just something that can prevent his love from activating my powers.” You set up all your journals in front of you, each one was specializing in one form of magic or other.  You had been accumulating so much magical knowledge, you had to find a way to organize it and these journals were helping you with that.

A few hours past before, the handsome Castiel joined you all in the library, he sat alone in a leather chair.  You could still feel his lips on yours from the other week when you had been testing out your powers.  It was definitely the best kind of test you had ever taken. His bright blue eyes caught yours, they always captivated you, but he was Dean’s whether either one of them wanted to admit it.  

You smiled at Dean but he wasn’t paying attention to you so you kicked his shin, and gestured with your head for him to go and talk to Cas.  You mouthed, “Go! Go!” you were emphatic with you eyes.  This was the perfect time to have this conversation, there was no crazy big bad trying to kill everyone, everything was actually calm and going well.

Dean got up and walked over to Cas, “hey buddy, can I talk to you?”

“Yes, Dean. What would you like to talk about?” Cas asked back.

“Umm… can we talk in private?”

The two gorgeous tall men walked down the hall, Dean looked back at you, with two thumbs up you gave him the cheesiest grin ever.  You waited until they closed the door, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” You squealed.   “I can’t believe he is finally going to tell Cas how he feels.  This is amazing!” Both Crowley and Sam just laughed at your excitement. Dean was like your brother, father, best friend all rolled into one person.  You wanted him to be happy, and Cas was that one person for him.   

You ran down the hall and put your ear to door.  You could hear him stutter as he said how he felt but once started he couldn’t stop.  He said ‘I love you’ almost five times before Cas spoke up.  You were concerned that Cas wouldn’t express his feelings. Then you heard Cas’ deep voice say, ‘I love you too, Dean.’ Their feet shuffled on the hardwood as they came closer together.  You could hear a gentle sigh and moan come from the room, you of course knew they were having their first kiss.  

You giggled as you ran back down the hall, “Yes!” You yelled out in the library. You had never been so happy for another couple before.

“That means they are?” Sam asked cautiously.

“Yes, that means your brother is finally going to get it on with the Angel.” You danced around the library while Crowley and Sam just looked at you with a WTF face. You were also honestly sick of all the sexual tension that was always around them and it was finally over. This brought you new hope that if a hunter and an angel could find love then maybe just maybe a siphon and a demon could actually make it.  

The next three days were mostly spent researching, you found a ton of great spells that you could modify but it was getting them to work that was going to be tricky.  The boys had gone off to put down a vampire nest, you knew they could handle it so you opted to stay and continue researching, especially since Dean had planned a first date with Cas for when the hunt was over.  Even your boyfriend had left you alone for almost 24 hours, he was off doing some of his kingly duties and you didn’t questioned it.

Your eyes were glued to your journals, you had written down one name over and over again but she would never help you.  You closed your journals trying not to think about her, she wouldn’t understand.  Finally, you said her name out loud, “Rowena.” Just that simple act you knew you had to find her.  She would know what to do, she would have an answer for you.  The two of you had become not exactly friends but at least mutual allies and she had shown you so much.  This was her son and even though they hated each other maybe she would be the mom you always wanted her to be for her son.

You closed your eyes and thought of her dark red hair, those beautiful gowns she wore and her thick Irish accent, you didn’t know if it would work but you heard a bunch of people talking so you opened your eyes.  You found yourself in the back of a nice restaurant near the bathrooms, you could see the back of her head in a booth. What were you going to say? Do you lie or tell the truth maybe just a half truth would work?

You stood there for what seemed like an eternity, trying to find the nerve to actually speak.  One foot in front of the other, you made your way to the bar, turning your head you caught her attention making direct eye contact.  

“Whiskey neat.” You ordered sitting on the bar stool. Swiveling around you smiled back at her.  

Rowena stood and sauntered over to you, “How did you find me?”

“I’m a hunter, remember.” She nodded at your answer. You kept looking at the doors in away to make it look like you weren’t alone. “I need your help. We need to talk in private.” You downed your drink in an attempt to muster up some courage.

Adjacent to the restaurant was a hotel that Rowena had been staying at for the last week. You two exchanged cordial pleasantries as you made your way up the elevator to the fifth floor.  

“What can I help you with, my dear?” Rowena asked with a coy smile, closing the door to the hotel room.

“I need a spell or something that will protect magic from love.” You explained.

“So you finally learned what you are.” Your jaw dropped when she said those words. “Who is the lucky fellow? Is it Cas? I always thought him and Dean would be together.”

“No, it’s definitely not Cas and yes, they’re together now.  How did you know about me?” You asked.

“Oh deary, I cast a spell a long time ago that lets me see the magic within one’s soul. You’re a siphon, aren’t ya?” You gulped at her accusations even though it was true.

“Yes, yes I am.” You admitted.

“Well then spill it, who is he? He must be really special if you tracked me down for help.” She looked at you like she was was your best friend.

You were nervous to tell her, “Do you think you can help?”

“Of course, you aren’t the first siphon to fall in love with a magical creature.” She took your hand.

“it’s um… um… Crowley.” You finally spoke.

“My Fergus! You are in love with Fergus.” She took a few steps back.

“Yes, I am and he loves me back.”

“(Y/N), I respect you but I can’t help you.” She told you as your heart sank.

“Can’t or won’t help?” Her face said it all. She wasn’t going to be of any use.  “What I don’t get is why you hate him so much? You left him when he was eight years old. He was eight, yeah, he told me all about that.” You cried then you started yell. “You are probably the reason he’s a demon in the first place.  What the hell did your eight year old son ever do to you?  I can’t believe you, this is his one shot at love and I feel it every time we’re together. I don’t want to hurt him.” She let you rant.  “You are an awful mother.  You know I now have the full power of Hell to back me up.  I could have ten demons here in seconds then you would help us only to save your own skin.” You were angry as hate spill from you. You quickly touched your pearl necklace and remembered how he made you feel. “I just want us to be in love without fear of me killing him. But I guess that would be too much to ask.”

She didn’t respond instead she turned away from you, hiding her face.  You hear a small sniffle from her. Was she crying? Good, she should cry. “You know my number if you change your mind.” You cleared your mind and thought of your room, in seconds you were there throwing yourself in the bed and crying into a pillow.

You had cried yourself asleep, Crowley found you laying on top of sheets and blankets and were bundled up. “Love, I have brought you a little something to eat.” He announced as he walked into your room.  

You woke up still upset that Rowena wouldn’t help you.  He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your mascara had run down your cheek.  “Have you been crying?” He asked so tenderly, placing the warm body of food in your hands.

You opened the box to find a large burger and fries, you smiled at him because he was being so sweet. “Yeah I have been.” You took a bite, “you’re going to hate me.”

“I would never hate you.  Please tell me what is going on.” He asked as you stuffed your face, hoping he would just drop it.

“I went to go visit your mother.” You said shyly.

“Why in hell would you go see her?” He raised his voice.

“I just thought she would have answers and if she knew that you were happy she might try and help us.” You sobbed, hanging your head low almost touching your food in the styrofoam container.

His warm arms surrounded you, “It’s ok. My Love! It’ll be ok.” He tilted your head up, “I’m proud of you.  I would have never gone to my mother for help.”

“Yeah and now she won’t help us.  And… and she knows what will work.” You felt defeated. “What if I never figured this out.”

“No, no. We, Love, we will figure this out.  You will learn how to control your powers. Don’t you worry.” His embrace made every better.

“I just want to be fully with you, no holding back.”

“I know my Love.  I am still happy with what we have.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Me too.”

“Now finish your food then we can go to sleep.” He knew that this was emotionally draining for you and rest would make you feel better.  You nodded, shoving a couple of french fries in your piehole.

Crowley had held you all night even when you protested that you were taking his powers.  Your phone rang, it was late and the number was unknown.  You of course panicked assuming something was wrong with the boys, and the hunt went bad answering the phone, “(Y/N)” a slurred Irish accent said at 3 am, “I’ve been thinking and the solution to your problem is quite simple.” Rowena hiccuped.

“Who is it Love?” Crowley whispered.

Your didn’t say anything just turned the phone so both of you could hear.

“To protect your magic from his love, you will need a Hamsa.” Rowena explained.

“You mean like an evil eye?” You questioned.

“Yes, deary, very good.  Umm… where was I? Oh yes, not just any old dime store Hamsa, you’re going to need one that is made of silver and has been blessed by a priest or rabbi.  This shouldn’t be hard for my son to find.”

“No that should be easy.  Anything else?” You knew in her drunken state she might forget to tell you something.

“You will need to cast a very special spell over the Hamsa. I’ll send you the spell and ingredients. I would recommend wearing the Hamsa to make it work so I would choose one that is small enough to wear on a chain.” She continued.

“Rowena, thank you.” You said trying not to cry because you were overwhelmed with emotions.

“Tell Fergus, I never hated him.” She confessed. “It was never him.  I thought love was weakness but I guess I was wrong.  Tell him I’m glad that the two of you are together. Will you tell him?”

“Yes, Rowena I’ll tell him. Thank you, thank you again.” You hung up the phone.  Tears of joy streamed down your cheek.  “Baby!” You kissed his lips repeatedly tackling him into the bed. “Did you hear that she is going to help us?  And the best part she doesn’t hate you.  Isn’t that great news?!?” You squealed.

“Love that is wonderful news.” He was still a little surprised and confused at his mother’s actions.  He wasn’t sure if she could be trusted or what her possible end game was but he was thrilled that you were smiling again.  

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[theycallherchaos-blog]

Who was your childhood crush? The first crushes I remember were on a boy named Matt and a girl named Jessica when I was in kindergarten.

Do you like Red Bull? It’s not my favorite, but I’ll drink it.

Do you drink regular or diet sodas? Either one, but mostly regular.

Would you rather eat your pizza cold or hot? Either.

What are you doing tomorrow? Wednesday? Working. Cooking orange chicken. I live an exciting life. ;)

Are you over the age of 21? Yes.

Would you rather date a girl/guy with a British accent or an Irish accent? I really couldn’t care less.

Where is the biggest scar on your body? I have mostly small ones. I have one on my leg from a bike accident when I was nine, one on my forehead from picking a scab when I was three, one under my nose from falling in the shower while drunk in 2011, one on my ass cheek from falling onto the tub while drunk in 2007, and a few smaller ones from picking at my skin because of my dermatillomania (sp?).

Are you trying to avoid something by filling surveys out? I’m procrastinating on work.

Have you ever had fake nails? No.

Do you say the “f” word a lot? Yes. It’s my favorite word.

Has someone seen you naked in the past month? Yes.

Does everyone deserve a second chance? No.

How many concerts have you been to? I’ve never been to a big one.

When is the last time you wore a dress? 2012. I don’t like dresses or skirts much.

Do you believe in karma? Not really. Too many bad people never see it come back to them.

How many days until your next birthday? 8 months and three days.

What are your plans for this weekend? Working and maybe hanging out with my nephew.

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Only if Greg does it.

What’s irritating you right now? My tooth won’t stop hurting.

Is there anyone you wish was still in your life? Yeah.

Do you get distracted easily? Very unless it’s something I actually want to be immersed in. Life of an Aspie.

Is this year the best year of your life? It actually has been pretty awesome. Maybe not the best but in the top five.

Do you have a best friend? Yes and no. My best friend was Amanda. We were friends since first grade but she died in 2014. I have two people whom I know are always there for me, Jessica and Jamie, but they both live far away. I wish I had a local best friend.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Yes. It’s their tongue. Who gives a fuck? Besides, it feels good for me. ;)

Last thing you drank? 7UP.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Yes, but I always chicken out.

Would you marry for money? Nope.

Have you had braces? No, but I wish I had.

You sleep more on your back, front,or sides? Sides or stomach.

Do you get along with your parents? My mom and stepdad. I don’t speak to my dad often. I suppose we get along when I do but only because I bite my tongue.

Have you ever had a birthday party? Yeah.

What should you be doing right now? Working.

How do you feel about your life right now? A little stressed about my physical health but good overall.

How’s this week been? Uneventful.

What happened at 11:30 am today? Its only 6AM.

How did you feel when you woke up today? I haven’t gone to bed yet.

Kiss on the first date? If there’s chemistry.

Would you ever donate blood? Yes.

Have you ever driven without a license? Yes.

What time did you go to sleep last night? I napped from 11:45 to 1:50.

Where did you buy the shirt you’re wearing now? Torrid.

Did you sing at all today? I haven’t yet but knowing me, I will.

When’s the last time you cried? I don’t remember.

Do you believe in love? Yes.

This time last year, can you remember who you liked? I was interested in a guy named Justin. It didn’t pan out.

Two days from now this time, where will you be? Sleeping.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? My boyfriend.

Have you ever thought you were going to marry someone? Yes. I’ve been engaged a couple of times. I’m glad they didn’t work out.

Do you get butterflies around the person you like? Sometimes.

Who was the first person you talked to today? Greg when he woke up to get a drink.

Do you smoke weed everyday? No. I’m slightly allergic and I hate how it makes me feel anyway.

Could you go a month without cursing? Nope.

Have you ever ridden a horse? When I was 8. I fell off.

You can take one friend on vacation with you, who? Who has money for vacations?

You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life, what is it? Water.

Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap? Yes. I try to be nice to everyone.

Are you anything like you were at this point last year? Not particularly. I’ve changed a lot.

Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn’t? Yes.

When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking? When I found out Amanda died.

Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down? Myself. You guys, I guess?

Does the person you like, like you back? Yes. We live together.

When’s the last time you talked with the opposite gender on the phone? Who? A few days ago. Greg.

Do you think you are a good person? Yes.

What did you do today? Watched Supernatural, played Bingo Blitz, looked at Tumblr, wrote for work.

What will you be doing in 3 hours? Working.

Do you miss the way things used to be? Some things, sometimes.

Have you held hands with anyone in the past three months? Yes.

Does anyone call you baby? Yeah.

Are you a patient person? It depends on the situation.

What were you doing this morning at 8AM? It isn’t 8AM yet.

Have you ever thought you liked someone, and then found out that you really didn’t? Often.

Do you believe ex’s can be friends? Yes. I’m friends with a couple of mine.

What is the last thing you said out loud? Holy shit.

Are you ticklish? Yes and I hate it.

Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? Often.

Do you like to text or call more? Texting. I hate talking on the phone.

Do you have any kids? No.

What are you wearing right now? A white tee-shirt that says “Ok but first I need sleep” and blue Doctor Who leggings.

How was your day? It’s okay so far.

What color are your eyes? Green.

What are you listening to? Birds chirping.

#personal post #text post #survey

[atypical60]

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND. MANY HAVE WONDERED.  MANY HAVE ASKED.

HERE YOU GO!

A couple of readers are curious as to how Bonaparte and I came to be a couple and I thought it would make for a fun post so here goes! I hope you enjoy….

Joséphine de Beauharnais and Napoleon Bonaparte

Seriously Josephine. Get outta my way. The Frenchman is mine!

The story of little loud-mouthed girl from New York and baguette loving little French Parisian boy….

My divorce wreaked some havoc—especially havoc in the form of a horrific financial downfall.   My oldest son was away in Austin at University of Texas. My middle son, my daughter and I were now housed in a small apartment. I may have lost our home, but at least there was a roof overhead.

It wasn’t easy. The water and electricity were constantly being shut off—so much so that the staff at Trenton Water Authority knew me by my first name. But—they were always pleasant and I always managed to scrape up enough cash to have the water put back on. Ditto the electricity.

I’ll skip some other bad stuff that I don’t want to get into. But—after a while, it was time to get back on the social train. I was signed up for a “trial” of 30 days on “Match.com”. I had two meetings over coffee, but just figured I was better off alone. Anyway, a couple of days before my “trial” ended, I figured I would peruse through the pickin’s.

Yes. We met on Match.com!

I stopped at a picture of a man in a light blue crew-neck sweater. I could tell it was wool and not polyester—that grabbed my shallow attention. Then I noticed this gentleman’s eyes were as blue as the color of the sweater. This gentleman appeared to be very distinguished. Something I was not. In fact I was sitting at the computer in granny pants and an old, holey T-Shirt.

I then went on to read his profile. He liked art (check); New York City (check, check, check); fine food (sorta check—I was cooking for teens but I love me a great and fancy meal!) and tennis (uncheck). OK –so three out of four wasn’t bad.

I love art..especially Renoir, so it was a good thing Bonaparte had a good appreciation–I mean, he’s French afterall…..

Given the fact he loved my home town, was also a plus!

Then I noticed where he was born and raised. Paris, France.

I had heard that Parisians were the rather “difficult” of all the Frenchmen–and women!

Oh.

Now, you need to understand something—I fed into that whole “Oh-the-French-hate-Americans” thing. Yes. After 9/11 I had a propensity to refer to “French Fries” as “Freedom” fries.

Yup! I don’t necessarily like fried potatoes, but I did refer to them as “freedom” fries. These days I just call them “Frites”!

I learned every single stereotypical image about the French from cartoons and TV shows.

Yes. My educational on French stereotypes were from “great” sources…

…although sometimes Pepe Le Pew is easier to understand.

However, something inside me, perhaps it was the contrarian or the curiosity, made me write a little blurb to him. It went something like this:

“So, you like art. Impressionism? It’s my fave. I love Renoir. You like NYC? I lived there for many years!” “You got an accent?” (THAT was a dopey question)

He wrote back. We spent a bit of time writing back and forth. I finally wrote to him that my “trial” was about to expire and I gave him my email address and told him to just shoot me an email.

We emailed back and forth and he asked me for my phone number. I gave it to him. He called. He had a very heavy accent that was somewhat hard to understand. But, we kept talking.

He asked me out—that last weekend of November 2004. Actually, Thanksgiving weekend. I explained to him that I could not make it because my daughter had a regional Irish Dance competition in Philadelphia and would be busy from Thanksgiving evening through that Sunday. (Yay! Party time at the Mid-Atlantic Regional Oireachtas!) Anyone involved in Irish Dance is fully-aware that you never make plans that conflict with those Thanksgiving weekend regionals!

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Irish Dance competitions, especially the Oireachtas, takes top priority. Over EVERYTHING!!! (spoken like a true dance mom)!

He asked if I wanted to meet him the following Friday. Friday, December 3rd, 2004. I nervously agreed. It was just easier talking on the phone and emailing than having to get all dressed up, and trying to look “pretty” and worrying how I looked, and did I look too fat…yada yada yada.

We both wanted to keep things casual so we met on somewhat safe and common ground. We met at The Marketplace in Princeton. The Marketplace was a smaller mall, and in that mall were many stores I frequented! (I spent many a rainy summer day there when the kids were young). In addition, I felt comfortable there. I figured if things turned sour, I could always use some retail therapy—and spend money I didn’t have.

I spent a lot of time, and money I didn’t have at this Princeton Mall. It was a safe place for our first meeting!

It was easy to spot Monsieur Bonaparte because, luckily, he looked just like his photo. In fact, he looked very nice. Until I noticed what he was wearing on his feet. A FRENCHMAN wearing TENNIS SHOES???? Yes! I was shocked. As much as I fed into the “anti-French” propaganda, the one thing I did have in common with the French was the disgust of white tennis shoes and/or sneakers. In my most humble opinion, tennis shoes belong on the tennis court and only on the tennis court.   The sneaker thing—only a few types of sneakers get my stamp of approval. Chuck Taylors and old-school Keds. End of story.

Was Bonaparte REALLY French–or was he faux-French. What self-respecting Frenchman would wear these on a DATE????

I become physically upset when I see tourists wearing white tennis shoes/sneakers, heavy ankle sport socks and ill-fitting shorts with t-shirts—especially when I see this kind of attire in a large city. It was bad enough for me to be seen off the courts with someone wearing these hideous shoes!

Those tennis shoes had my red flag at half-mast.

My red flag was at half-mast. Uh Oh!

As Bonaparte was not familiar with the Princeton area, so we took my car and we drove down Route 1 just a bit to grab a bite to eat at The Princetonian Diner.

Best diner in the Princeton area! The burgers and “freedom” fries are delicious!

Bonaparte had his red flag at half-mast upon entering my car—which, by the way he later deemed as the messiest car he had ever been in. I don’t even it being a mess except for a few pieces of sports equipment that belonged to the kids. The car wasn’t that bad. I mean really; he actually thinks he saw papers strewn on the floor!

My oh my. Bonaparte had HIS red flag at half mast after seeing the inside of my little green Cavalier.  Now we were even!

Wait. It gets better. After having a quick bite at the diner, Bonaparte asked me if I wanted to drive across the road to check out furniture at Ethan Allen and Domain. (I thought he was moving a bit fast!). It turned out his daughter was moving into a new place and he wanted to check out furniture for her.

Imagine that! This helicopter mom met her helicopter dad!

Get rid of those red flags. Helicopter Mom has met her true match..

The French version of the Helicopter Dad!!!!

We actually had a pretty good time checking out all that furniture—it seemed that we both had pretty much similar tastes!

Surprisingly, all the sofas and loveseats in our home are white and slipcovered! Who knew?

A stop at Starbucks ended our first “date” *giggle* *giggle*

A delightful end to our first date was a stop at Starbucks!

We have been together since that first date–but there’s more so read on…

Shortly thereafter, Bonaparte administered a “test”, unbeknownst to me. The test was disguised as a movie and dinner date. He was to cook dinner for me after seeing a “surprise” movie.

When I arrived at Bonaparte’s home, he was ready to leave. (*NOTE: Bonaparte is ALWAYS on time. Worse yet, he’s early. I am always late with the exception of doctor’s appointments, air and train travel. That’s it.) I think I may have been a couple of minutes late because he was not smiling. Oh wait. He’s French!

To lighten things up, I asked him “Why do you always wear those white tennis shoes? You’re supposed to be French! I thought the French had better taste in footwear?” “They really are not attractive!” (He didn’t realize I had a “thing” about footwear).

Embarrassed, he took the fugly tennis shoes off and changed into the classy, chic, European loafers, that he should have been wearing in the first place.

He also explained “Ah em so embarrahrrrazzz.” “Ah soughs zhat Americanzzz loved zuh tennis shuz.” “Ah em zoo ‘eppy ow don’ lek zhem.” “Ow ahr lek zuh Fra’shhh. Ow spek ur meen”.

(Translation: “I thought that Americans loved the tennis shoes. I am so happy you don’t like them. You are like the French. You speak your mind.”)

Score one for me!

While on the way to see the movie, he wouldn’t budge when I asked him whatmovie we were seeing. Instead, I hounded him about dinner. He was making roast chicken, French style. He then started talking about the various courses. He explained that we were having , in his words

“Pate and Cornish hen to start” He explained in his heavy accent.

I asked him why we were having Cornish hen before having chicken.

He knew I love a good meal, but Cornish Hen as a starter?  Whoa–I’m not that much of a little piggy!

He was becoming frustrated “Cornish hen..wizz mutar!!!”

Sensing his frustration, I started to laugh and asked why he was getting so upset.

Bonaparte: “Ow no zouz gren zings zhewish pip-ul et?” From zuh bar’rel?”

(Translation: “You know those green things jewish people eat? From the barrel?”)

Me:               “Yeah. You mean pickles??”

Bonaparte: “Oui.” Cornish hen ahr leedul peekuhls”.

Thus, I found out what “cornichon” were! Years later, I still cannot understand everything he says!

This is what the “Cornish hen” was! Oops!

The movie turned out to be “A Very Long Engagement”. A World War I epic of love and the search for a loved one. It starred Audrey Tatou and Gaspar Uliel as the doomed but engaged lovers, Mathilde and Manech. I loved this film. In fact, to this day it remains one of my faves!

I outsmarted Bonaparte! He had no idea I was a fan of French cinema!

This film turned out to be the “test”. Apparently, Bonaparte was unsure of a long-term relationship if I didn’t like French film. What he didn’t realize that I had been a fan of French cinema since my early twenties. Living in Manhattan gave me the opportunity to enjoy many French films. I was especially fond of Francois Truffaut, Louis Malle, Jean Renoir and Eric Rohmer. (Also..Bonaparte’s uncle, Yves Robert! Bonus!!!)

After expressing my disgust at this ridiculous test, I scored another one for me!

I guess the French are just more pragmatic in their relationship thinking! They judge compatibility  by film and food!

We’ve had ups and downs, but mostly ups.  We have fun and enjoy each other and balance each other very well. It’s nice!

I even introduced Bonaparte to selfies!

Bonaparte wasn’t used to divey bars in NYC until he met me! Here we are waiting for my son Roman’s band “Bad Man Yells” to begin playing. My oldest son Jake is with us. This is from 2010!

In Long Island. November 2011 at a family wedding (my side)!

So that’s it. Here’s a link to an article I wrote in “FrenchEntree” about my first attempt at making a nice French dinner for Bonaparte. It started out as a complete disaster but it really is a fun read:

My Dinner for Bonaparte

To keep you in the mood..Le Temps De L’Amour from Francois Hardy! Oh lala! XOXOXOXO

Move Over Josephine! Bonaparte is Mine!!! (The Story of how a New York Girl and Parisian Man Met) BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND. MANY HAVE WONDERED.  MANY HAVE ASKED. HERE YOU GO! A couple of readers are curious as to how Bonaparte and I came to be a couple and I thought it would make for a fun post so here goes!

[surveyjunkie]

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What were you doing right before you started this survey? A survey

Ever get mad at something that happened years ago? Yes. More like upset, sad, and nostalgic. <<

What do you order on your pizza? Pepperoni

What the kind of soda you drink most often? Coke

If you took a picture under your bed what would we see? Lots of clothes and bed-sheets

Do you freak out if a bee/wasp flies near you? Yes yes yes

What was the last piece of clothing you bought? I bought some work clothes from the Limited. A black pencil skirt and three blouses.

If someone dropped $200 in front of you would you stop them? Yes

What time did you fall asleep last night? 10:30

If Facebook started making you pay, would you still use it? Fuck that

Who do you text the most? Josh. Literally every day since he asked me out back in July. 

Do you say hi first to people or do they have to speak first? Usually they speak first

Name 3 things you ate today. A bagel, a tuna sandwich, and a coffee

Do you think places like New York City and California are overrated? I think NYC is, but California looks like a beautiful and fun place. 

Does it bother you when you text somebody and they take forever to text back? Yep, even though I’m just as guilty of that

Whose graduation will you be attending next? Probably my little brother’s college graduation, if he decides to walk

Do you get sick after riding a roller coaster? Sometimes. Especially after Diamond Back at KI. I don’t actually throw up, but it makes my stomach drop which makes me feel a little queasy afterwards.

Don’t you hate when people assume you’re jealous of somebody just because you dislike them? Yes haha. Like, bitch, maybe I just genuinely think you’re a nasty person?

What do you think of girls sixteen and younger going on birth control? It could be because of their menstrual cycle, and not necessarily because they’re sexually active. But if that is their reason… at least they’re using one form of protection.  <<

Who do you think looks better: really, skinny toothpick girls or full figure girls? My personal opinion is full figured girls but in no way is that body shaming skinny girls. Just saying that if I was attracted to women, I would probably go for the curvier ones vs. super stick thin. 

Do you ever have that one teacher that loved to humiliate their students? Yes, several. Oh god, the worst was this philosophy professor from college. He used to call people out for taking notes on their laptop and kick them out of class, while hurling some type of insult at them while they were walking out. Surprised he wasn’t fired. 

Are you one of those people obsessed with Harry Potter or the Twilight series? No haha. I used to love Harry Potter but it never really stuck with me after the third movie for whatever reason, and Twilight...well....twilight just sucks. 

Have you ever tripped, running up the stairs? Yep

Were you ever forced to read The Scarlet Letter in school? Yeah

Do you think some people are crazy for wearing jeans in the summer? Nah

Have you ever gotten a sunburn so bad it hurt to move? Yes.

By the way, when is your last day of school? It was in May of 2015. <<

Has anyone ever hung up on you? Yup, my mom has several times, and so have crazy exes

Have you ever paid for something in all change? Yeah, but nothing over 5 dollars. And I felt shitty about it at the time because I hate when people did that to me when I worked in retail. 

Have you ever slipped and fallen on ice? Ha, yes. Freshmen year of high school as I was getting off the bus in the morning, I missed a step, slipped on ice, and fell face-first into the pavement. In front of like 50 people. It was awful. My face didn’t go back to normal until like Spring quarter.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? Josh, I think

What accent is your favorite? Irish

If you had to choose between going on a cruise to the Bahamas for a week or spending two week touring Europe, which would you pick? Two weeks touring Europe. I’ve been on a cruise but I have not been back to Europe since I was a baby, and I would love to visit and sight-see the different countries. 

If you were dying and had to tell the last person you texted one thing, what would it be? That I love them and if there is an afterlife I’ll be waiting for them there. Oh god, can we not talk about this though. 

Who is that person? My boyfriend

Do you miss someone? Yes.

What will you be doing this weekend? Not sure. I might try and make plans with friends I haven’t seen in a while. 

Last alcoholic beverage you had? Budweiser

Are you nervous about anything? No, I’m just anxious for my boyfriend to wake up and text me back as always

Who was the last person to slap your arse? Josh

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Definitely

Last song you heard? No idea

What was the last thing you bought? A bagel and coffee

If you could have one wish, what would it be? I’d wish for a couple million dollars

How’d you sleep last night? I kept waking up in the middle of night all night, but I was able to fall back asleep quickly each time, so, meh I guess. 

Last person that hugged you? My boyfriend yesterday

Who has your heart? Josh

Last person to make you laugh? Josh

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None.

Is there something you’d like to tell someone? No

If you could have sex to one song, what song would it be? Idc.

What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? "Fuck my life”

Are you a forgiving person? I’m way too forgiving. <<< Same.

What would you do if a random person waved at you from across the street? I would wave back, but awkwardly. I’d be like, ‘uh are they waving at me, do I know them…?’ <<

Last long car ride? Yesterday, driving back home from where Josh lives

Are you excited for anything? Just the weekend so I can relax

If someone said to you “damn, where have you been all my life?” What would you say? Here

Is there a certain quote you live by? Not really

What’s on your mind? How bloated I feel right now, how I should be doing actual work instead of this

How has your day been? So far, pretty boring. Been working on stuff for my boss, doing surveys, and waiting for Josh to text me back. 

How many piercings do you have? And where? I have four ear piercings and one belly piercing

Do you have any tattoos? No.

When was the last time you cried? Idk

Where is the person who has your heart at the moment? 120 miles away

What is your favorite colour? Teal

Do you think relationships are hard? Yes and no

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life? I guess so. In my mom’s, I have, just by being born, and in my friend’s lives, I’d like to think I made somewhat of a difference. 

Has someone ever broken your heart? Yes

Are you a type of person who cares what people say about you? Unfortunately.

Have you recently lost someone that means everything to you? No

Honestly, if you could go back and change something in the past 5 months would you? I’d go back and be more responsible with paying my bills. 

Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Ugh

Do you think anyone deserves a 2nd chance? Certain people do

At the moment do you terribly miss someone? Yes.

Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Home. I wish I was home. 

Who can always put you in a good mood? Josh. 

Do you think you’ve changed over the past year? Yeah. I care less about what people think now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still definitely care, but not in the neurotic amount I did before. I’m also much more anti-social now. 

Explain your relationship status? Taken. Semi long-distance. 

Has someone ever made you a promise and broke it? Yes

How often do you say I love you? Just about everyday.

Who is the last person you told you loved them? Josh

Are you "with” the very last person you kissed? Yep

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