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highkey-lowkey-as-hell · 3 years

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Ooh that Percy Jackson au looks cool! :0 Do you mind expanding on it?

ok ok ok so most of those aus have the watt characters in those universes but this one has the pjo kids in the watt universe!! it's kinda been awhile ajdnsnsjf but i think i had

riley - silena

cairo - clarisse

chess - annabeth

kate - thalia

farrah - nico

annleigh - hazel

reese - leo

mattie - will

eva - reyna

clark - frank

so basically, silena, a senior, is the new captain of the goode high school cheer team, which is widely known as the worst team ever. she's hosting the annual sleepover, but it's not going well. the cheer team consists of silena's best friend clarisse, also a senior; annabeth, a senior, who was almost an olympian but a knee injury forced her to drop out; thalia, a junior, annabeth's best friend who's a little bit in love with her but in denial about it; hazel, a junior, a very religious girl who's always babysitting her stepbrother; nico, a sophomore, hazel's stepbrother who's an alcoholic; will, a freshman, who's new to the team this year; and leo, a senior, the mascot who's dreamed about being on the team for years but has never made it on.

last year, at a game, during a stunt, annabeth was high on the painkillers for her knee and dropped nico. the failed stunt was recorded, and it still haunts the team to this day.

after introductions, the group plays truth or dare, and silena can tell the sleepover isn't going well - clarisse dared will to drink from nico's "water" bottle, hazel is upset about clarisse's unsolicited co-captain comment, and when nico and thalia get into a fight and thalia storms out of the basement, silena is backed into a corner. in the meantime, thalia admits to her fear of annabeth forgetting about her once she's in college, but after finding annabeth's bottle of pills, is furious and leaves her out there alone. nico tries to apologise to hazel, who snuck her phone away and is texting her boyfriend, but accidentally breaks her phone, and hazel also storms off. annabeth is just about to go find thalia and say they can leave when someone appears from nowhere and kills her.

hazel retreats to silena's kitchen, trying to get her phone to turn on, but it won't. someone surprises her in the kitchen, and she's overjoyed to see her boyfriend, frank. they kiss and talk, and he proposes unexpectedly, but then clarisse shouts hazel's name and frank hides in the pantry. the doorbell rings, and hazel and clarisse go to answer it, while frank sneaks out.

the doorbell is the pizza delivery girl, reyna, the captain of west high school's cheer team and the highest ranked flyer in the state. clarisse recognizes her, and reyna doesn't handle the conversation as well as she could've, and leaves awkwardly. hazel and clarisse go down to the basement, and clarisse tells silena who answered the door, and she gets excited and shows will a video of reyna from last year. while silena tells will about what it's like to be a cheerleader, leo watches from the corner and laments the fact that he's never been allowed on the team. thalia comes back down to the basement without annabeth, and clarisse teases her about her feelings for annabeth. silena asks leo to go find annabeth and nico, but leo has just barely left the basement when will rushes into the bathroom and pukes.

nico, upstairs, is also puking. leo finds him, and asks if he's okay, and maybe he should go get hazel? but nico says no, hazel hates him. they talk for a bit, but nico accidentally fucks up and says the wrong thing, and leo leaves the bathroom. nico stares at himself in the mirror and hates that this is his life, and resolves to get better, but someone barges through the door and kills him just moments after he makes the decision.

back in the basement, leo comes downstairs, pretending he didn't find nico and actually having not found annabeth. thalia asks about annabeth, and clarisse keeps teasing her and joking that they're a couple, which silena overhears. silena comes downstairs and tells thalia she's "welcome here in whatever color of the rainbow with which she identifies," and thalia is horrified and storms out of the basement to go find annabeth so they can leave. will, who's drunk from whatever was in nico's water bottle, comes out of the bathroom after hitting his head, and his entire face is covered in blood. silena goes up to find a first aid kit in the kitchen and clarisse follows her, and they argue over who's done more for the other. they're about to go back downstairs when they hear thalia scream from outside - leo almost follows the scream, but he's holding a bloody rag from will hitting his head and goes to find somewhere to get rid of it.

outside, thalia has found annabeth dead on the bench and is desperately trying to stop the bleeding. silena goes back into the house to try to find the phones, but the phones are gone. thalia tries to say that annabeth needs help, but then they hear a scream from inside.

in the meantime, leo heard a scream from the bathroom and runs to find nico. he goes in the bathroom and finds nico's body in the shower, and screams. frank hears the scream and comes running, surprising leo - the lights are off and leo can't see, so he hits the intruder with the showerhead and frank falls to the ground. leo turns on the light and realizes who it is, but when frank won't get up, leo realizes he accidentally killed him. right then, silena, clarisse, thalia, and hazel come in and find leo with the dead bodies, and leo immediately pretends frank was already dead when he got there. they all go back down to the basement, but clarisse doesn't want the team to go viral again and convinces them all to blame will.

onto act 2!!!!!

will, in prison, laments how much his life FUCKING SUCKS NOW, but there's nothing he can do about it, even though he really doesn't think he killed nico, annabeth, and frank.

silena is holding a second practice at the beginning of second semester. thalia shows up, and then leo does, and he reveals he's on the team now! they see hazel, and when asked if she's okay, hazel says frank and nico were sleeping together and "got what they deserved." thalia tries to argue with her, but hazel won't hear a word about it. reyna shows up at the door - silena arranged a scholarship for her to transfer to goode and take nico's place. clarisse demands to know what she's doing here, and she explains that she took the scholarship because goode has an awesome science program and she's looking to go into something sciencey. silena comes out and welcomes all of them back into the house - thalia stops reyna and compliments her pride pin and they introduce themselves. clarisse and silena argue a little, but silena has resolved to put the murders behind them and move on.

thalia is upset that they're all just moving on like nico and annabeth never existed, especially when they all know will didn't kill anyone, and after fighting again with silena and clarisse, she storms out of the basement to call the police and try to get will out of prison. hazel hears frank's voice and follows thalia, and the two of them think about their lost loved ones and how hard it is to move on.

outside, leo comes to thalia and tells her that she can't go to the cops and admits to killing frank on accident, but swears he doesn't know who killed nico and annabeth. hazel overhears and is furious and physically attacks leo, and thalia jumps out of the way onto the bench. silena and clarisse come up, too, and the three of them try to separate hazel and leo. reyna watches and wonders if transferring to goode high is really worth it - the science program is nice, and she really doesn't miss her old school, but these kids are absolutely insane. she resolves to shut up and cheer and stay out of the other kids' way, and she can just get into the science program and keep her head down.

they all go back downstairs to get their things, but silena discovers the basement door is locked, and the wifi suddenly stops working (there's no cell service in the basement). thalia, clarisse, hazel, and leo fight over who killed nico and annabeth, while silena looks for a key and reyna questions how the hell she got herself into this situation. eventually, silena becomes agitated and reveals that she's the one who killed nico and annabeth, because they were bringing the team down. the others try to calm her down, but she pulls a knife on them. thalia tries to knock her out with a weight, but silena catches her and stabs her in the thigh and nearly kills her, saying thalia is so good but she's so fucking annoying, but leo grabs the weight and knocks her out. reyna helps thalia with the stab wound, leo and clarisse tie silena up, and hazel finds a landline and calls the police. silena says the police won't believe them, but reyna reveals that she recorded silena's entire confession on her phone, and silena is arrested.

an unspecified amount of time later, the team returns to the gym. leo, thalia, clarisse, and hazel all have community service for being accessories to the crime, clarisse is captain, will is out of prison and rejoined the team, and reyna and thalia have started dating. they resolve to all try to heal, even if it's hard, and they don't have a happy ending but it's a hopeful ending!!!!!

i might try and write this eventually? i have a long to-write list but i'm really attached to this one-

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azure-firecracker · 4 years

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What would Kate and Eva do if they were the only ones who got trapped in the basement with Riley?

OOH I LOVE THIS ONE AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: Blood, pain, graphic descriptions of stabbing, knives, mentions of murder.

@thatboleyngirlreads this wasn’t written for you specifically, but I thought you might enjoy this one.

Kate sighed as she plopped back down on the sofa next to Eva. Annleigh and Reeses were still upstairs getting ice with Riley and Cairo, which made for a very awkward dynamic between the two.

Kate glanced over at their new flyer. She was pretty, Kate could admit that. Maybe even beautiful. No, definitely beautiful.

Wait, was she blushing?

“I like your pin.” As she said this, Kate felt her face growing hotter and hotter. “Oh crap. I literally already said that, I...”

Eva laughed. Of course she had a pretty laugh, too. “Hey, it’s all good. It’s been a crazy night.”

Kate grinned, rolling her eyes. “Now that’s an understatement.”

A noise at the top of the steps pulled both their attention away from one another. Riley had just come back into the room, wearing her usual enormous smile and closing the door behind her as she entered.

“Thank you so much for coming back here! I know it’ll be a bit hard, but...”

“I...just came to get my things.”

Riley’s face fell. “Oh.”

“Where are Cairo and Reeses and Annleigh?”

RIley’s perky smile came right back, but it almost looked forced. Kate couldn’t blame her. It had been a long night. “Oh, they’re still getting ice. They’ll be right down.”

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt wrong. “Well, we can’t practice without them.”

“Right! Good point!” She turned to the door, ponytail bouncing. She turned the knob, but instead of opening the door, she kept jiggling it like she was in a bad comedy movie. She turned around, looking slightly scared. “All right, very funny. Who locked the door?”

“WHAT?!” The girls spoke at the same time. Kate felt fear filling up her body. This wasn’t good.

Eva leapt up from the couch. “Well, is there a key or something?”

Riley nodded, looking around frantically. “Yes! There is a key...somewhere...in this basement, and I will find it! In the meantime, you can try to...uh...text Cairo and Annleigh, and see if they can let us out!”

Snapping out of her haze, Kate whipped out her phone and began trying to access her messages. Her hands were shaking, but she felt Eva’s hand on her shoulder, which helped calm her down a little.

“Why is the WiFi not working?”

Eva turned to her, panic starting to really take over her face. “There’s no cell service?”

“Not in the basement!”

Kate sighed, slumping back against the sofa. “Well what the fuck are we supposed to do now?”

Eva clapped her hands together, clearly trying not to believe the worst. Not in a fake peppy sort of way like Riley, but in a trying to see some semblance of hope sort of way. “Well, I mean...they’ve got to notice we’re gone soon enough.”

“No they won’t.” The sound of Riley’s voice, darker than usual, from the other side of the room, startled Kate and nearly made her jump. “They got their stuff already. You two were so busy trying to stop them that you left your things down here. But they didn’t.” She looked up, and Kate was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “They’re not gonna stay. Why would they?” She sighed, glancing at a photo on the shelf behind her that could only be a young Cairo and Riley. “Cairo was right.”

Kate was in shocked. She’d never expected to see their own peppy captain looking so...broken.

In a flash, Riley’s broken expression was gone, replaced by her usual peppy smile. “You know what? Maybe this is a sign. Eva’s new to the team, and I was gonna ask Reeses to be your sort of guide, because she’s new too, but she knows the team so well, but Kate’s a Junior. It makes more sense if she does it. So how about I go see if my parents hid the key in this...bathroom, aand Kate, you can teach Eva some of our cheers! Good? Okay great!” And, ponytail swinging, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Kate turned to Eva awkwardly. “You...don’t have to learn the cheers. I mean, they’re pretty easy. Being the highest ranked flyer in the state and all, I’m sure you’ll pick them up, no problem.”

Eva cocked her head at her. “Was that supposed to be sarcastic?”

Kate felt her face growing hot again. “No. That’s just...how I sorta sound a lot. Sorry.”

Eva smiled. “No, I get it, actually.” She grinned. “It’s kind of cute.”

If Kate were the fainting type, she probably would have fainted then and there.

Instead, she leapt backwards on the couch. “Well...uh...we can learn the cheers, I guess. Only if you want to, though!”

Before Kate could find out if Eva did indeed want to learn the cheers, Riley came back out of the bathroom. When she caught sight of the two, she froze completely in her tracks. While her mouth kept on the same peppy smile, her eyes changed completely. In a split second, they seem to shatter, almost like glass, to reveal something dark and...terrifying, lurking underneath. Almost subconsciously, Kate felt herself backing away, and she saw Eva doing the same.

“Kate...I thought you were going to show Eva the new cheers.”

“We were just getting to that!” Kate sounded disingenuous, even to her own ears. She was just suddenly so nervous.

Riley sighed, leaning on the arm of the sofa. “You know, Kate, it’s really disappointing when members of this team let us down. We work hard, and some of us want to go to Regionals, and we want to be something more than...” she stared Kate right in the eye. Her blue eyes looked more and more broken with every word, the darkness coming closer and closer to the surface. The more she said, the faster she spoke, as though she could barely control what she was saying. “Than the worst team ever.”

Kate felt a nervous laugh escape our lips. “RIley...what are you talking about?”

Riley turned away so that Kate and Eva could now only see her back. “I was just so excited to be the captain. I thought I could turn this team around. But some things...some people, they’re just such big problems that they ruin this team for everyone else. There’s really nothing to be done.”

All of a sudden, Kate felt the pieces snap together in her head. Of course.

“It was you. You killed Chess and Farrah.”

RIley spun around, eyes wide and wild. “But Kate, I had to! Our team was infected! When you have a tumor, you don’t just...sit there, you cut it out, right?” She stared at them. “Right?!”

“Riley!” Kate stared their captain in her eyes. She’d known Riley was fragile, but not like this. Never this. “It’s all right. Eva and I are...here for you. Do you have the key?”

Riley nodded wordlessly.

“Alll....all right, then.” Kate glanced at Eva, who she noticed was subtly sliding her phone about of her pocket. So she needed a confession. “Why don’t you just...let us go? We promise we’ll come right back. Just...give us the key.”

Riley’s eyes filled with tears. “I...I can’t.”

Eva nodded, phone behind her back. “We know it’s hard. We understand, really. But we want to help you.”

Riley’s whole body shook. “No. No. No!” So quickly that Kate barely registered the motion, she pulled a knife from her jacket, pointing it at Kate and Eva, who both backed up instantly. As she did, Kate spotted the key sticking out of Riley’s coat pocket. If she could just get close enough...

“Look, RIley. We’ll do the cheer if you want. All you have to do is ask. You’re right. We’ve been pretty unhelpful. I think we owe it to you to...be better teammates, you know?” Just a little closer...

Riley’s eyes narrowed. Kate wanted to yell at herself for every moment she’d ever been snarky and sarcastic, because Riley was clearly not buying her nice girl act at all.

In a flash, Riley’s eyes moved over to Eva, landing on her phone. “Oh, I see, Eva. This is how it’s going to be.”

There was a blur of motion, and suddenly, Kate found herself in Riley’s grasp, with the captain’s left arm wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and her right hand pressing the knife against her leg.

The knife cut through the flesh of her right thigh, and all she could feel was pain. Her vision disappeared, replaced by flashes of black and white. She could feel her own blood soaking her leg. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel, she couldn’t...

The knife dug in deeper, and it all got a hundred times worse. She felt tears of pain and fear in her eyes. At long last, Riley pulled the knife out of her leg, leaving pooling blood behind. But in another flash, she was pressing the knife against Kate’s throat. Kate could feel her throat about to bleed.

God, was she really going to die like this? In pain, alone in a basement with a girl she’d known for one night and a murderous cheerleading captain? Was she really going to die after her best friend had been killed and she’d been left all alone?

Everyone she’d ever loved had left her behind. And now she was dying, and she’d never get the chance to see them again, and none of them would even remember her.

And then, very faintly, she heard a voice, through the haze of pain and fear.

“Riley, what are you doing?”

“You want that recording, Eva? Fine. But she dies.”

“You can’t do this!” Eva’s voice was growing more desperate by the second. Even in her haze, Kate could tell. “You need a team!”

“You really think I couldn’t replace every single one of them with another diversity scholarship in two seconds?”

Kate felt the floor creak beneath her feet. “Please, Riley. Just...give me the key. I won’t tell. I’ll erase the recording, I promise.” The genuine fear in the flyer’s voice was surprising. “But don’t kill her.”

Riley laughed. Kate felt her arm twitch, and she saw something shiny flying through the air. “You want the key? You can have the key. But if you leave this room, with or without erasing that recording, she doesn’t come with you.” The knife pressed closer into Kate’s neck, and Kate winced in pain. “You know, Kate, it’s been so hard keeping you on this team, cause you’re so good, but you’re so fucking annoying.”

Kate had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming.

“Why can’t I erase the recording and leave?”

“Because then you’d just tell everyone. And that would mess everything up, wouldn’t it? The case is closed. There’s no evidence, no fingerprints. I made sure of that!”

“Why would they believe me?”

“They wouldn’t. But they might believe her.”

Kate opened her eyes just in time to see the realization dawning on Eva’s face. “You were never going to let her out of here.”

“Oh, I was. I didn’t expect to tell you everything. I really am sorry about that.”

Eva was barely a foot away now. “Let her go.”

“Erase that recording.”

Eva sighed, glancing at the key and the phone in her hands. She held them out to Riley. “Fine. You win. You get both of these. You can even have me if you want. Just don’t hurt her.”

Riley laughed as she wrapped her right arm completely around Kate’s neck, leaving the girl temporarily unable to breathe, and used her left arm to reach for the phone.

In another flash, Eva dropped her phone on the ground, grabbing Riley’s left wrist. Riley’s right hand plunged the knife closer to Kate’s neck, but Eva’s hand was already there, grabbing her wrist. The two were suddenly locked in a battle of strength as Kate tried desperately to claw Riley’s arm away from her neck.

At last, with one final push, Riley went flying backwards, slamming into her own trophy case with a crash before laying still on the ground. Without Riley there to hold her up, Kate felt herself plummeting to the floor, but she felt arms wrap around her waist, supporting her and catching her before she could hit the cold, hard stone.

She opened her eyes, still gasping for air and crying from the pain. “I thought you were the flyer and I was the base.”

Eva laughed, relief filling her eyes. “I think we’re allowed to make exceptions to that rule.” Kate groaned as she tried to sit up, leaning on Eva’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you just take the key and leave? Why bother staying here with a murderer?” Eva’s eyes widened. “Because I wasn’t going to leave you alone here.”

“You just met me.”

“So what? You don’t leave people alone like that.”

“Yeah,” Kate muttered to herself, “but people have a knack for doing it to me.”

Eva didn’t appear to hear her, but she pulled her in even closer. Kate felt her face growing hot again. “Look, Kate. What just happened was crazy. But I like you. You seem like a really, really good person. And you’re definitely not someone I’d ever leave behind.”

“Even in a locked basement of death?

Eva laughed. “Especially in a locked basement of death.”

***

Eat your hearts out, Kateva stans!

This one was SO much fun! It’s definitely been my favorite mini fic I’ve written so far, though I’m not sure exactly how mini it was by the end.

Anyway, hope you all liked it as much as I liked writing it:)

#we are the tigers #watt #watt fanfic #we are the tigers fanfiction #kate dalton #eva sanchez #riley williams #ask the theater nerd #what would characters do #mini fics #watt spoilers #tw blood #tw pain #tw stabbing #tw graphic violence #tw knives #tw mentions of rape

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gaycrouton · 4 years

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I love your writing! Any chance will do more of Mulder sex therapist?

HELL YEAH MY DUDE!! I’ve been saving this ask for so long, but here we go!! I will update this story every time there is a new season of Sex Education. So lets all hope I have a chance to write more! As always, thank you to @admiralty-xfd for the beta!

Here’s the link to chapter one

For the first time in seven years, Dana Scully had no idea where her vibrator was. The pink, compact friend that had been tucked in an easy-to-reach location at all times, all over the U.S, was missing.

And she didn’t care.

She was certain her little buddy had gotten lost sometime during her initial ‘therapy session’ with Mulder two weeks ago, but she didn’t have the slightest urge to find it. Mulder offered to look for it, but she told him it didn’t matter anymore.

“I hope you don’t think you need to stop masturbating on my account,” he’d reassured. “In fact I encourage it.”

But it wasn’t that. She’d spent years coming with that toy. Scully remembered vividly all the fantasies she’d enacted using it, pretending it was Mulder’s hand touching her, nuzzling into the pillows around her as if the firmness against her back or underneath her pelvis was actually Mulder’s body, desperate to push into her own. She still loved her vibrator, but she had years of human-induced orgasms to catch up on.

She had an inkling Mulder felt the same because she’d never come so much in her entire life as she did with him. His fingers, his palms, his mouth, his cock, even that one time with his knee. She was surprised she could even walk right anymore. She’d never had a lover so in-tune with her body, so responsive to her needs; you’d think they were his own.

Scully just wished he’d let her reciprocate in kind.

Mulder was satisfied, of that she had no doubt. She’d never seen him as happy or carefree as he was nowadays. But for every instance of him going above and beyond to pleasure her, she was met with a ‘that’s okay’ or ‘wait, I want to try something with you’. Sometimes he’d relent if she told him how much she wanted to focus on him for a moment, but she could see behind his haze of pleasure that he was focusing on whether or not she was comfortable and when he’d be able to return to lavishing her. Her body appreciated it, but there was so much she wanted to do to him. So much he deserved to have done to him.

She didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to just enjoy himself without worrying about her. Well, it was kind of in character for Mulder. Maybe she was reading it wrong, but that’s how it felt. Did he think she was going to leave him? Or that this was conditional based on their first time having revolved around her issues? It made her uncomfortable to think that he was worried she’d up and leave if he wasn’t doing enough.

Maybe it was his hyperfixation. She’d seen it in play many times, and it usually held this much intensity. Was her pleasure his newest fascination? Probably. Maybe he was just always like this with other lovers. But why?

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch, pulling her out of her mental contemplations.

Lately they were usually at one of their apartments or the other. They were a bit like teenagers when it came to their excitement at their newfound intimacy. Sneaking around, stealing kisses, part of her wanted to roll her eyes at the juvenility of it all, but she was enjoying it far too much.

One of her favorite recent developments was the game they’d play. Pretending all day like they weren’t going to go home together until one of them caved and asked. Asking was a role usually taken on by Mulder, as he found a lot of enjoyment in finding new ways to ask her. Asking her to come over through a crossword puzzle he’d made was a little silly, but it was cute nonetheless.

Tonight they were at his place, and she’d spent the whole time mentally formulating a way to bring up the question of ‘why won’t you accept my love as easily as you give me yours?’ She didn’t want to scare him; Mulder had the tendency to be as unnecessarily self-deprecating as possible and she didn’t want to give him any reason to go down that rabbit hole.

She turned to him, the Shiner bottle in her hands clammy with neglect. “I was just thinking of our first time,” she replied.

A familiar thousand-watt smile beamed at her as he waggled his eyebrows. “Oh?” he prompted.

“Mhm,” she nodded, slipping a leg underneath herself as she turned to face him on the couch. “I still can’t believe I didn’t know you were an underground sex therapist for so many years,” she mused.

“I’m a man of many secrets,” he joked.

“You tell me everything,” she retorted.

He nodded in agreement. “That’s true. In my defense, you accidentally found one of Frohike’s porn tapes in the office in your third month of working with me. I didn’t want you to think I was a total pervert.”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly and teased, “Does Frohike know he has a stash of sex tapes and nudie mags in your office and your home?”

He gasped lightly in mock-offense and replied, “Scully, you snooped?”

“Looking for towels in your hallway closet was not snooping. It was an awful hiding place, Mulder.”

“That’s fair,” he conceded with a smile. “Does it bother you?”

“No, me being mad at your tapes would be-” she started.

“No. I mean, that I didn’t tell you,” he interrupted.

She shook her head immediately. “Not at all. I just think it’s interesting. I’d never talked that candidly about my sexual history as I had then,” she answered.

He smiled, inevitably remembering all of the embarrassing things she’d confessed. “Did you find it helpful at all?” he asked, grabbing the remote and turning the TV down a bit so there could be more focus on the conversation.

“What do you think?” she laughed, looking at him playfully. He smiled back at her bashfully, and she made her move. “Have you ever done it?”

“Done what?” he asked, unsure of her meaning.

“You were the sex therapist, but have you ever talked as openly about yourself as your ‘patients’ have?” she clarified.

He looked down at his pants shyly and she knew her answer before he even spoke. “Uh, not really. I never really had anything substantial to say,” he shrugged.

“I doubt that, Mulder,” she chastised. He shrugged again as if to dismiss the topic, but she wasn’t done. “I want to hear your answers.”

“To what questions?” he prompted.

“Well, like the ones you asked me,” she answered.

“But, Scully,” he started lowly, leaning into her as if confessing something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m very sexually happy as of late. I don’t need therapy.”

She grinned at his words, but pressed again. “But I want to know more about that aspect of yourself, Mulder. You got to hear about me defiling my childhood teddy bear for the sake of getting off. It’s only fair,” she replied.

He nodded thoughtfully at that and leaned back comfortably against the couch cushion. “So you want to be the doctor today, Dr. Scully?” he asked with a playfully sensual emphasis on her title.

“I do,” she nodded, excited he was taking her up on this.

“So, what would you like to know?” he prompted, turning to face her.

She thought for a moment, trying to think of the phrasing of the first question he’d asked her when the situation was reversed. “Describe your first orgasm, in as much detail as you can.”

“It was similar to yours, actually,” he began. “A sensation I didn’t understand, but was curious about. As I’m sure you know, Doctor Scully, when I was really young I had some dry orgasms because my body wasn’t mature enough. It was never really ‘masturbation’ though. It was just me rubbing myself all around my bed until I shivered.”

“Shivered?” she chuckled.

He laughed with her and nodded his head. “Yeah, I had no idea. Then a few years later I decided to try and jack off. I knew the basic concept, but I’d never executed it myself.”

“What did you masturbate to?” she asked. “I’m presuming you didn’t have your tapes back then?”

“Don’t laugh,” he warned.

“No promises.”

“Mrs. Brady,” he admitted sheepishly.

Her mouth dropped open in amused shock, bust she kept in the laugh that threatened to escape. “Really? I took you as more of a Farrah Fawcett red swimsuit poster type of guy.”

“Well, that was definitely a heavy feature of my masturbation sessions in my later years, but my first love was Mrs. Brady,” he laughed.

“Was it the Hawaii episode?” she asked.

“It was that episode where the kids tried to scare Alice after having a battle between themselves, but the subplot was Mrs. Brady making a bust of Mr. Brady’s head out of clay to submit for an art competition,” he explained.

“I didn’t know you were such a fan of the arts,” she deadpanned.

“Ha. Ha. I don’t know what it was. Hell, she was in a green smock for most of the episode, but there was something so loving about her. One minute I was watching it, the next my extremely attractive 70s neon short-shorts were tented up to my belly button,” he shrugged.

She made a mental note to ask him for embarrassing photos of those shorts, but in the meantime, “Then what?”

He shifted in his seat and looked chagrined at the idea of finishing the story. “I went to my room and did the deed.”

“No, no. Mulder. Details. What aren’t you telling me?” she asked with a smile.

“It’s so embarrassing,” he laughed. She took pity on him, remembering a similar situation where he’d extended her that kindness. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer. I don’t want to make you feel bad if it’s-”

But much to the relief of her curiosity, he shook his head with a meek smile. “No, it’s okay. Just bear in mind that I was young with no brothers or friends to give me advice. I was clueless.”

“No judgement here,” she stated honestly.

“So I went into my room, locked the doors, laid in my bed, and took it out,” he stated, almost becoming entranced by the scene he was setting up. “I just played with it with my fingers and my palm, moving the skin up and down. I could tell something was different because it was wetter than usual.”

“Precum?” she asked.

“Precum,” he confirmed. “It also felt like it had a heartbeat, which was really freaky to me.” He licked his lips and took in a deep breath and she had a feeling the embarrassing part was coming up. Then, from out of the blue, he asked, “Do you know what edging is?”

“Almost bringing yourself to orgasm but stopping right before so you can cool down and build yourself back up. Some say it creates a more intense orgasm while prolonging foreplay,” she answered.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “I didn’t know that’s what I was doing, and I didn’t really even mean to be doing it. I just didn’t understand what was coming with the orgasm. No pun intended.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was my first real time. The only thing I could compare the sensation to was having to pee. Every time I was about to come, I thought I was going to piss myself. So for a good hour I was just edging,” he laughed awkwardly.

“Holy shit,” she balked. “As a kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. Why didn’t you go to the bathroom?”

He pursed his lips a little bit before nodding slowly. “Well… I did. But the reason I didn’t was because the only bathroom was connected to my parents’ room.”

“Oh no…” she cringed.

“So I all but ran in, locked both bathroom doors, and went to the toilet, where luckily a Diner’s Club Magazine was there with a nice looking woman on the cover,” he laughed. “So I ran the water and resumed touching myself and within a few pumps of allowing myself to release, I came.”

“That wasn’t embarrassing, Mulder. We’ve all masturbated to things we’re not proud of,” she reassured, squeezing his hand. She saw his face cringe and she knew there was more. “What?”

“I didn’t know about the ejaculation portion of an orgasm since all of mine had been dry. It was a lot, and I was so scared by the come and the power of my orgasm that I thought I was dying and I just screamed. Not words like you, just an ugly, guttural scream,” he admitted. “My dad burst down the door before I had a chance to even realize I was still on this mortal coil.”

Scully’s face turned into a mask of sympathetic horror. “I’m so sorry.”

“What made it worse was that the page of the magazine had turned so I came all over a McDonald’s ad,” he admitted honestly, but not able to hold in his laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not Ronald!” she gasped in mock offense.

“Ronald, The Hamburglar, Grimace, all of them,” he laughed. “My mom never let us eat there again.”

“Is that why you always take us to Wendy’s?” she asked.

He nodded in embarrassment. “I still have shame everytime I see those golden arches.”

This was absolutely not the avenue she thought they’d be exploring when she started this, and while this was a new realization that did inform her on her partner’s eccentricities, she still wanted to get back to her main goal. But she wasn’t really sure how to bounce back from such a story. “Did you masturbate after that? You know, after you realized the Diner’s Club hadn’t killed you?”

“No, Scully. I abstained. I have never touched my penis in two decades. The porn tapes and nudie mags are for decoration,” he deadpanned.

She threw back her head and started laughing and by the time she regrouped she saw him staring at her with mirth in his eyes and a wide smile tugging his lips upwards. “I’m sorry, dumb question. So your shame didn’t keep you from it?”

“No,” he shook his head, still smiling. “I just made sure it was when they weren’t home and learned to suppress my sounds when they were.”

“When did you achieve orgasm by someone else?” she asked before seeing his smirk and adding, “What?”

“Are you copying all of the questions I asked you?”

“I am,” she nodded playfully, bringing her other leg up onto the couch so she was sitting cross-legged across him.

“Um…” he contemplated, thinking back. “A school dance when I was fifteen,” he nodded. “A ball would probably be the more accurate word.”

“You came at a ball?” she asked in shock.

He laughed and waved his hand to dismiss her. “No, the night of the ball. It was a county wide thing. One of those pretentious things to make sure our parent’s children had manners and what not. I went alone, but a girl from a Catholic high school started making moves on me.”

Scully always forgot that Mulder came from money. He never acted like it. His upbringing only ever came out through the polite, chivalrous gestures he’d direct her way. “She kept dancing too close to me. I guess she hadn’t heard to save room for Jesus,” he joked. “I ended up getting a boner and she told me she could help. She took me to some abandoned room and gave me a handjob.”

“The snake handler,” she teased, remembering an offhand joke he’d made a few cases ago.

He nodded his head in affirmation. “Yep. I’d kissed a few girls before that, but my reputation of being the weird kid with the missing sister usually got the better of me and they’d leave before anything happened. That was my first time having a girl touch me like that and I came really fast.”

She frowned at the reminder that his ‘Spooky’ status had been a constant in his life. She couldn’t imagine how hard that type of ridicule would be for a boy who was recently traumatized during one of the most sensitive stages of life. “Did you see her after that?” she asked.

“Uh, no. I didn’t really know how to please a woman, so reciprocity didn’t even dawn on me. I just… I told her thank you and gave her a hug,” he admitted with chagrin.

“Awwh,” Scully beamed. It was embarrassing, but equally endearing.

“Well, she wasn’t thrilled I didn’t return the favor, but she was even more mad that I accidentally came on her dress. She punched me in the face,” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh,” Scully chirped.

“Yeah.”

There was a lull in the conversation before she thought of something to move on with. “Did anything else happen before you became a sex expert at Oxford? Or was that where you flourished?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself a sex expert or say that I flourished per-se, but thank you. But in high school, I only had two other noteworthy experiences. One was another girl from the Catholic school who gave me my first blow job. I accidentally thrust my hips weird and she almost threw up. I felt really bad and she was really mad,” he explained.

Scully had no actual therapist experience, but it was obvious to her that his experiences with girls and getting pleasure in his formative years were marred with shame and guilt. Was that why he wasn’t concerned with handjobs, blowjobs, or any real attention to his body? It evoked the same reaction as whenever he apparently drove past a McDonalds? “What was the other noteworthy one?”

“A girl who lived down the street from me, Millie. Our families were friends and she knew me before Samantha was taken. She was a few years older than me, but one summer day when I was seventeen and she was twenty, she invited me to come to her place for a drink. Her parents were out of town and one thing led to another, but we had sex,” he told her, for the first time this evening he seemed to recall this encounter with a small smile on his face.

“Was it good?” she asked, eager for him to share a happy memory.

“Well, the very first time wasn’t. Millie had far more experience than I did, and I naturally didn’t last very long. She just… she said I had a lot of potential. She was honest and said I was average, but it was out of ignorance not out of lack of trying,” he stated, leaning forward to grab another beer out of their six pack.

“Not out of lack of trying?” she repeated.

“I was so scared from the other times that I wanted to to be good for her. But I was just honestly grabbing her chest blindly with no regard to anything, and I just-” he broke off to laugh for a moment before adding, “I wasn’t focusing on the right places at all. I was just kind of groping around and hoping for the best,” he admitted.

She was about to ask him another question before he continued, “Millie told me to meet her at her place at the same time every week. So of course I did, and each week she’d teach me another thing to do. How to eat a woman out, how to find the g-spot, how to fondle breasts, all of it. I learned so much that summer, and it was her lessons I took with me to Oxford. The few girls I was with afterward seemed to reap the benefits of her guidance.”

“Still are,” she joked in earnest.

He smiled at her and took a swig of his beer. Mulder really was the best lover she’d ever had. He made her feel things she’d never even felt before. Thanks, Millie. “Do you miss her?” she asked.

“No, I sometimes run into her when I go back home, but we were polar opposites. She’s married to a woman now and I think they intend to move,” he replied.

“Hmm,” she nodded peacefully.

“So,” he prompted, sitting up with a teasing smile. “What’s my prognosis, Doc?”

“My slightly biased, unbiased opinion?” she asked, waiting for him to agree. “I think your primary focus in sex is always your partner. Which from first hand experience is phenomenal, but I think it comes at the sake of your own enjoyment,” she answered.

“You think I don’t enjoy myself?” he asked, the prior trace of humor in his voice being replaced by concern as his brow furrowed.

She rolled her eyes and rubbed her foot against his leg in a gesture of reassurance. “I know you enjoy yourself, but I don’t think you ever let your own pleasure take centerfield.”

“Keep spouting baseball references and you can see my pleasure in play in no time,” he joked.

“Deflect with jokes all you want, but you know I’m right,” she replied, leaning forward and taking the beer from his hands and taking a swig.

“I’m not sure I understand your point?” he admitted.

Deciding to forego all pretenses of tact, she blurted, “You never let me reciprocate.”

“Wh-yes I do,” he stammered, surprised.

“No, you are always so focused on me that you put yourself second,” she stated firmly.

“But I’m happy, I don’t need anything else but to know you’re enjoying yourself,” he murmured, placing his hand on her calf and rubbing it smoothly.

“Every man enjoys attention, Mulder. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” she revealed, her tone coming out a bit more seriously than she’d meant.

He leaned over as best as he could so he could place a loving kiss to her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, enjoying the newness of their open intimacy. After a beat, he pulled back and whispered, “Scully, I don’t even have words to describe the way you make me feel.”

She smiled and felt her face flush under his direct attention. She had no doubt he meant every word he said, but she still felt like nothing was changing. “What if pleasing you is something that turns me on?” she posed.

“Then I suspect that you must be in a constant state of arousal,” he replied.

She let a little huff of laughter exhale through her nose before leaning forward and pressing another kiss to his lips. He was about to reach his hand around her head before she leaned back, staying close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips. “I want to make love to you,” she whispered.

“I’m all yours,” he replied, leaning in again only to be stopped by her hand on his chest.

“I want you to let me have all the control. Let me be in charge,” she requested.

He stood up slowly, taking caution to avoid knocking her off the couch. He offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet. “I suppose the laws of physics won’t let you carry me to the bedroom?” he joked with feigned disappointment.

She walked past him, making her way down his hallway to his room. “I have other ways of getting you there,” she teased, whipping her sweater off over her head and tossing it to the ground to reveal her completely bare back to him.

She stepped out of her pants and over the threshold of his room simultaneously, and was pleased when she heard him walk up behind her. Though, as soon as she heard the now-familiar sound of his belt being undone, she spun around and grabbed his hands.

Mulder paused his motions and looked down at her with a cocked eyebrow. She leaned up on her toes to press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, throwing her arms around his neck so that her underwear clad body was pressed completely flush to his bare chest. She felt her nipples strain against his coarse chest hair. He extracted his hands from in between them and placed his palms on her bare back, pressing her to him while his hands roamed her skin.

She smiled into the kiss when she felt his erection twitch against her belly. Leaning back, she watched as his eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy from lust and anticipation. Easing herself back onto her heels, she grabbed his belt and started unbucking it. “I want to do this,” she whispered.

He kept his hands on her while she worked, moving them to her shoulders, then down her biceps. She struggled a bit getting the belt out of the loops, partially glad Mulder’s hands kept her from stumbling back, but he let her do it all by herself. She tossed the belt to the ground carelessly and returned her attention to his fly. She unbuttoned him and pulled down the zipper, feeling a surge of arousal in her core as she felt the heat of him radiating through the fabric of his boxers.

She hooked her fingers under both waistbands and dragged them down swifty, staying at his feet for an extra moment to help him step out of his socks. When she stood back up, she was met with a smile and Mulder’s hands going straight for the elastic of her underwear. “Wait,” she demanded, grabbing his hands.

Scully felt his hands start to pull away instinctively at the word, a look of worry passing his face as she held his fingers. She looked up at him with a confident smile and stated, “It’s my turn. I want you to just lay back and let me do everything.” She gestured to the bed as she said this, and was glad when he finally took the direction. With a few brief strides, he threw himself on the bed and laid in the middle on his back.

“This is how I like my Mulder,” she mused with a pleased grin, taking in the sight of him under the dull yellow glow of his lamp.

He smiled at her praise and squirmed restlessly on the bed. She walked over to the end of the bed, so that she was standing in between his legs and patted the edge. “Come sit here,” she demanded.

Mulder followed her instructions, scooting himself so his legs were hanging over the edge with her in between them. He absentmindedly raised a hand to her hip and ran his thumb over the skin. She knew she wasn’t being firm in the rules of her own game, but she let him touch her a bit more like that before easing herself to her knees. The hardwood underneath the carpet creaked under her weight as she adjusted herself so that her elbows were on either leg and her breasts were on display.

She grabbed his swollen erection in her hands and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Mulder. This was one of the first times she’d been able to examine his cock so closely, and while the word struck her as odd for the situation, she couldn’t help but think it was beautiful. He was big, above average by a couple inches, and he had the slightest curve that always felt amazing inside of her.

She pumped her hand up and down slowly, watching his skin stretch slightly as she did it. He thrust into her hand lightly in reflex and quickly muttered a soft, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so sexy, Mulder,” she replied, looking up at him only to see he was staring down at her with full rapture.

Scully smiled at him sweetly before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. She licked her lips and slowly moved her mouth towards the bottom of his shaft, sticking out her tongue and placing it at his base and dragging it up slowly to his tip. “Fuck,” he murmured reverently as her tongue swirled around his tip.

She was just about to take him in her mouth when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “Scully, you don’t have to-”

The fact that other women had treated this as an obligation was evident in his voice. He didn’t want to sit here and have her do this under the presumption she got nothing out of it. Mulder clearly didn’t understand the power of having a man reduced to nothing but gasps and prayers just by a few well placed licks and a bit of suction. The thought of what she could do to him brought on another wave of arousal. She could feel her own wetness starting to seep through her lips and onto the cotton of her underwear.

She stopped him with a firm look and purred, “But I want to.” To punctuate her sentence, she licked him tip to base and watched as goosebumps erupted on his arms.

He nodded and placed his hand back onto the bed. Taking the go ahead, she leaned forward, blowing on the wet trail she’d created lightly before plunging her mouth down on him. “Oh my god,” he rasped, tensing beneath her as she bobbed her head up and down.

Mulder was bigger than any of her prior partners and she could feel him hitting the back of her throat while she still had a few inches left to go. Easing herself higher on her knees, she took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed the back of her throat, resulting in her lips hitting his pubic mound as he went all the way in. “Holy shit,” he moaned, clutching onto the bedspread.

She could feel tears start to gather on her lashline in reaction to the unnatural sensation, but she ignored it and continued her actions, letting her tongue squirm against him as she deep-throated him. Scully could feel him trying his hardest to keep his hips firmly on the bed to avoid causing her any discomfort and she was grateful.

When she needed to take a breath, she eased up and gasped in a quick lung-full air, her subsequent breaths coming out as shuddered pants. She felt Mulder’s hand come up and brush her hair back behind her ear as he stroked her cheek. While he did this, she continued to play with his tip, running her tongue playfully under his head, causing him to gasp. “Scully,” he whispered, a drop of precum leaking out as he spoke.

She leaned back up and resumed her prior movements, letting him slide all the way down her throat as she rotated her head, letting his cock brush against every surface. His breathing was shallow and she could hear him moaning with every new movement.

After a few minutes of alternating between different techniques while Mulder demonstrated his surprisingly enduring stamina, he put his hand on her shoulder again. “Scully,” he said in a shaky breath.

She let him bob out of her mouth, a thick mixture of precum and saliva trailing from him to her mouth in a lewd string before snapping onto her chin. Her face was flushed and she knew her makeup was smudged. “Hmm?” she rasped, catching her breath.

“I won’t be able to hold on for much longer if you keep doing that,” he admitted. She laughed and stood up on shaky legs, using his legs for support. When she was on her feet she heard him whisper “Holy shit,” and she looked at him and saw he was staring at her crotch.

“What?” she panted, leaning over to see before being stopped by a hand on her hip. Mulder brought his other hand up and rubbed the cotton front of her panties, making a shiver run up her spine.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, amazed. “I can see it through your underwear and on your thighs, and I haven’t even touched you.”

She grabbed his face with both of her hands and drew his attention to her face, his hand still idly rubbing her through the dampened fabric. “It turns me on to do this, Mulder. Attention directed towards you doesn’t mean it does nothing for me,” she explained, leaning down to kiss him when she was done.

She broke apart after a moment and beamed down at him with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Now sit against the headboard.”

Mulder did as he was told and she quickly discarded her underwear down her legs, shivering at the trail of slick wetness she felt rub against her inner thigh. She got on the bed, making eye contact with Mulder as she crawled on all fours to him. The usual self-consciousness she’d felt with other partners when she was this bold and wanton was gone with Mulder. He looked at her like she was giving him the best present he’d ever received by simply loving him. In her heart she knew it was probably true.

Scully didn’t sit in his lap immediately. Instead, she kept her head at chest level and leaned forward to playfully lick one of his nipples before bringing it into her mouth and rolling it between her teeth. She felt the rumblings of laughter in his chest begin before it turned into a moan of pleasure. She attended to the other one while reaching in between her legs and gathering some of her own arousal on her hand, bringing it in between them and coating Mulder’s erection with it.

“Oh my god, Scully,” he groaned, his hips undulating in their spot while she pumped him a few times.

She suckled on his neck, enjoying the feeling of his erratic pulse beating under her tongue. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she hoisted her legs on either side of his hips, aligning them for the moment they’d both been waiting for.

She could tell he was about to say something sweet back to her, but the words were stolen from his lungs as she sank down on him, sheathing him inside her. She settled until her ass was firmly on his lap and they were panting a few inches apart from the other, sharing a connection with their gaze as well as their bodies.

Slowly, she eased herself back up on her knees before sinking back down, creating a steady rhythm while the headboard hit the wall and the bed creaked beneath them. None of that mattered to her, all that mattered was the pleasure smattered across Mulder’s face, the way he was coaxing her with his sensual baritone, and the vice grip he had on her hips.

Suddenly a thought came to her. It wasn’t something she’d really ever done, but with how many tapes and subscriptions he had, it may be something he liked. Leaning towards his ear, she rasped, “You feel so good inside me, Mulder.”

He responded by closing the gap between them and placing kisses all over the hollow of her throat and the crook of her neck. She wasn’t trying to emulate a porn star. No. She just wanted to tell him what he deserved to hear. What she suspected he liked hearing in those tapes. Validation.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” she murmured on a downward stroke. She kept herself on his lap for a moment and rocked her hips forward, grinding their pubic bones together.

“Fuck, Scully. You feel amazing,” he gasped back, drawing his arms around her and pulling her flush to him so her breasts were against his chest.

She continued riding him the best she could in this position, raising one hand to wipe the sweaty hair back and litter kisses across his face. “I love you,” she gasped, her orgasm hitting her suddenly from the angle of his cock and the friction against her clit.

Scully felt his hips thrust upwards frantically as he came inside her, his hot seed spilling out a little bit from each thrust and adding to the mutual wetness between them.

When their orgasms had both subsided, she collapsed and fell onto him, resting her head against his neck. He nuzzled his face into her hair, pressing kisses against her scalp as he deftly reached and grabbed a blanket, pulling it up to cover them and tuck her even more into him. She felt his eyes grow heavy as she was comforted by the post-coital smell of him and the feeling of being wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I love you too, Scully,” he murmured, rocking her softly in his arms.

She found the strength to raise her head and kiss his chin. “So? How did you like your therapy session?” she teased.

Her whole body moved with his laughter. “I think you have another career path for you if this doesn’t work,” he teased.

She laughed with him and laid back on his neck. “Thank you,” she beamed.

There was a moment of silence as he continued rubbing circles in her back. Then, in a more serious tone he explained, “I’m sorry I’d been reluctant before. I had just never had someone treat me like I wasn’t an obligation before. I never knew how good it could be when both parties care so much about the other.”

“Well, with me you’ll never forget.”

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1) do you think liam is supposed to be as unlikable as he is in s1? they definitely try to push for sympathy in later seasons but i couldn't really figure out if he's insufferable to be ~relatable~ or if he's just designed to make me hate him. 2) rate lauren's love interests from terrible to even more terrible. 3) which plotline(s) would you most like to scrap if given a chance to rework the show?

All great questions! Thanks!

1) This question has mystified me since the show first aired. Despite Liam’s completely unsympathetic behavior, we get numerous key shots from his POV early in season 1. For instance, when he is trying to have sex with Karma in the car during Homecoming in 1x01, and Karma decides she’s no longer into it and leaves, we cut to Liam checking his breath. This is meant to humanize him. It’s odd, because moments ago he said he’s wanted to have sex with a lesbian for as long as he can remember--a transparently rape-culture-y statement that is never fully interrogated. It’s supposed to be a somewhat relatable joke when we see that Liam thought his breath was to blame and not the creepiness of the sentiment he just expressed. The best I can say is that this was the gay male writers’ best attempt to craft a believable teenage boy, and they simply could not conceive of one who was not creepily misogynistic from the start. Though Liam’s worldview should horrify any women watching, I guess we’re supposed to believe that the writers did not understand just how damaging his behavior really is, and downplayed it accordingly.

Interestingly, Liam is told off for his actions a few times throughout the show, but never for his fetishization of Karma. For instance, in 2x02, Liam throws a bit of a temper tantrum when he learns that Shane knew Amy and Karma were faking and never spoke up. Shane scolds Liam for this overreaction and points out that he’s being myopic and can’t really understand what it’s like for a gay kid who’s just coming out. This is fair game: like every other character on the show, Liam should be learning from his mistakes. So if the writers really wanted to create a sympathetic character arc for a young man like this, they really needed to have someone--probably Lauren, as a girl removed from the situation--explain to him how violent and degrading it is that he’s so hung up on the fantasy of “converting” a woman to desiring him. But they never do, so I guess they just never meant for him to be that bad.

2) God, this is so hard because Liam’s love interests are all so bad. Tommy is an idiot and ignorant about intersex people, but at least he’s Erick Lopez and he’s cute. Liam is a piece of shit, but at least while dating Lauren he’s subjected to the kind of bullying he fully deserves. Theo/Anthony is a cop, and specifically a narc, and worst of all he’s a 20-year-old dating a high school sophomore. So I’m gonna have to go (best to worst) Tommy-->Liam-->Theo/Anthony. Wish I could include Amy in this love interest ranking but the show wasn’t galaxy brain enough :(

3) Oh this is really fun and I wrote a horrifying amount omfg.

First things first, we have to go through the show with a fine-toothed comb and clean up the nastiness toward bi people. Shane makes a lot of biphobic comments that we can just throw away. And Karma’s mom, who currently we learn is bisexual at the end of season two, instead can describe herself as bisexual in season one in a cringey moment when she’s trying to bond with Karma. In a touch of realism, everyone assumes Amy and Karma are “queer” rather than “lesbians” (gotta update this with the times) which explains no one sees any issue with Karma, a queer girl, having a thing for Liam, a guy. I don’t see a way to rehabilitate Liam this way, though, so Liam still fetishizes Karma as a “lesbian,” even though she never uses that word and intentionally keeps it vague.

The character of Reagan is thrown out. Instead, Amy’s first girlfriend is more like that girl Jasmine, whom she met on the dating app Syzzr in season one. Jasmine is a girl from another high school in Austin who also just got over a crush on a best friend. She’s charismatic and mature and does a lot of the initiating in the relationship with Amy, prodding her to assert herself with her mom and embrace feminism more in “Zen and the Art of Pageantry” (we’ll keep that storyline mostly unchanged). Notably absent from her arc is a nastiness toward bi girls. Instead, she’s generous and goal-oriented. She helps Amy establish an identity outside of Karma, but bristles at times when Amy regresses. However, it’s crucial that she’s not jealous of Amy’s bond with Karma; she just wants Amy to be older and wiser than she really is. This highlights the flaw in their relationship: that Amy is still struggling with her self-identity (not her sexual identity!!) and feels like she is always letting her girlfriend down. Amy is the one who decides to break up and she does it because she doesn’t want to feel like a disappointment. They stay in touch, though, and Jasmine/Reagan remains a mentor for Amy throughout the show.

For instance, when Amy finds herself unattracted to Felix (more on him later), Amy goes to Jasmine/Reagan about it, as well as Shane. She can’t figure out why she sometimes feels drawn toward guys even though she knows she doesn’t really like them. Shane thinks Amy is probably bi or pan. Jasmine/Reagan introduces some split attraction model that gives Amy an instant headache. Amy doesn’t think either of those are right. It’s actually a conversation with Lauren and Farrah that helps clarify things for her. Through chatting with her mom and Lauren, Amy is reminded that girls are pretty much trained from birth that their job is to impress and appeal to boys. She realizes there’s a good chance she’s been acting on inertia (this is the way the show simplifies comp het). She settles it once and for all when she goes out and meets a group of other lesbians -- maybe a support group or like an organized social club meetup kind of thing. In the company of these cool and inspiring other women, she realizes that she feels really comfortable with the label “lesbian” after all. Maybe MTV even lets her say the word dyke :)

The episode where the kids have to label themselves, however, is thrown firmly in the trash.

Also in the trash: Amy and Liam sleeping together. Garbage. I think they get angry-drunk together instead and talk about Karma and maybe the tension for season 2a is that they did something more external to hurt her that night, like out her as straight to her parents.

Theo/Anthony is not a cop and there is no mystery surrounding his character. Instead, he’s like a pick-up artist type and plays intentional mind games like negging that Lauren sees through after a while. She dumps him and Shane and Amy help her get revenge on him. At that point, he is fully gone and does not come back.

Duke is also a respectable age. Not much else to do there.

And then the Karmy of it all! We need to see more signs from Karma’s perspective starting in season 2b (after the arrest) that Karma has a real crush on Amy that she’s ignoring. The character of Felix helps with this. He and Amy still go to prom together but Amy concludes that it doesn’t feel right and nothing more happens between them. However, on prom night, Karma finds herself feeling more than just empathy for Felix’s situation - she feels jealous of someone on that date. With Amy’s reluctant blessing, Karma asks Felix out and they start to date, but she finds herself annoyed by his quirks and has no interest in having sex with him. Felix winds up asking Amy what the deal is with Karma and sex. In the meantime, Karma catches herself having the occasional dream about Amy. Amy, who is with Sabrina at this point (I haven’t decided yet if I want to rewrite the Sabrina stuff since I haven’t rewatched s3 yet so let’s go with no for now), is mostly happy to see Karma and Felix together... but when she hears that Karma isn’t sleeping with him, she can’t help but feel hope that whatever motivated Karma to kiss her in the pool that night in 2b might be the reason she doesn’t want to commit to Felix. Karma doesn’t want to admit her confusion to Amy or Shane so has no one to talk to about her feelings except Liam, and miracle of miracles, he is the one who actually nudges her to consider that maybe she’s had a thing for Amy for a while now. She denies that that could be possible, but she’s just not happy with Felix, and at the end of season 3, she tearfully breaks up with him. When Amy comes over to comfort her, we see Amy through Karma’s eyes in a new way. Karma finally has her moment of clarity. End s3.

In season 4, Karma sort of awkwardly tries to court Amy without being obvious about what she’s doing, which has the odd impact of making Amy feel hurt -- is Karma trying to bait her into having feelings again? This results in a fight, and during the fight Karma admits the truth -- that she’s having feelings for Amy and didn’t know how to express them without potentially hurting Amy because of their past. Amy is taken aback, and she’s still with Sabrina, so she does the old “I have to go” routine. But then she talks to either Lauren or Shane or both about what just happened and they prompt her to do a romantic about-face. She races back to Karma and they have a really cinematic first real kiss. The rest of the season that follows is the two of them as girlfriends, trying to navigate being their real selves and also their romantic selves at the same time. They do a lot of cliche romantic things and annoy the crap out of all their friends. They’re also really really happy. In the series finale, Amy and Karma and Lauren and Shane and Shane’s boyfriend all go to Pride or Queer Liberation March or whatever they call it in Austin. Also Liam leaves town for military school :)

#faking it #wow. i have a serious emotional problem

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Playing Cupid: Chapter 2 (Witney & Shalaska) - Rosie

Summary: Overworked and underpaid, two personal assistants meet in an unsuspecting way. Bonding over their hatred for their ridiculous working conditions and cruel bosses, they hatch a plan to solve all their problems, discovering along the way that sometimes… love needs a little assistance.

Chapter Summary: With their plan set in place, Willam and Courtney pull back the strings of their love bow and arrows and aim straight for their respective bosses, Sharon and Alaska, all the while ignoring the hearts forming in their own eyes.

A/N: Thank you for loving chapter one of Playing Cupid! Here’s chapter two which includes some of my favourite scenes I’ve ever written.

Catch Up on Playing Cupid: Chapter One

“Love is in the air,” Courtney sang to herself quietly as she unlocked her apartment door and walked inside, dropping her bags on the floor and shrugging off her coat. She didn’t know how the rest of the song went but she didn’t care – she was on cloud nine after tonight’s absolute success.

She couldn’t stop smiling to herself on the subway ride home, too excited over the thought of playing cupid, pulling her love arrow back, and striking her boss Alaska right in the heart. Alright, perhaps that was a bit far, but she couldn’t wait to get everything underway. She had traded numbers and emails with Willam and the pair had decided to meet tomorrow to compare schedules in order to pencil in the perfect moment. The more time she spent with Willam, the more the woman intrigued her, so the thought of seeing her again so soon sent a flutter through her stomach.

In the meantime, Courtney had ordered them to think of a dreamy way for Sharon and Alaska to ‘accidentally’ meet. It was a bit of a reach, but Courtney was already fantasizing about the two of them somehow running into each other outside a luxurious Tiffany & Co. window display before laughing over a brunch of croissants and coffee, or seeing each other across the crowd at a rooftop bar, something tropical in both their hands while the sun set behind them.

Turning the corner, she jumped back in mild shock at the sight of seeing her roommate and her girlfriend intertwined on the couch, half their clothes thrown around the room.

“Farrah!” Courtney exclaimed.

“Courtney!” The pastel pink haired girl replied in shock, pulling her lips away from her girlfriend lying underneath her.

“Aja,” Courtney waved as she walked past them to get to the kitchen.

“Hi Courtney!” Aja replied, her voice breathy from kissing Farrah, or maybe because Farrah’s weight was on top of her.

Their legs were a tangle of limbs, Aja’s skirt was completely gone, and Farrah’s bra looked like it was 4 seconds off joining other garments on the floor.

“Sorry,” Farrah apologized sheepishly, grabbing her blouse from between the couch cushions and holding it against her chest. “We can move into the bedroom?”

“Oh, I don’t mind! I won’t be here long, you two can have the living room back in a second,” Courtney said genuinely, opening the fridge to grab the Vegemite and vegan cheese in order to make a late night toasted sandwich.

Both Farrah and Aja looked at her in shock. They had a habit of loosing track of things in the living room when Farrah had a perfectly good bed in her room. But Courtney’s late hours meant they always forgot and felt like the apartment was their own. After Courtney had walked in on them fully naked on three separate occasions, she hit the roof, announcing there had to be some rule changes. Expecting to be deservedly scolded, Farrah had braced herself for Courtney’s annoyance. To hear that she ‘didn’t mind’ was astounding.

“How was work?” Farrah asked, frowning at her friend.

“Fantastic!” Courtney said, throwing her dinner into the sandwich press with a ridiculously toothy grin on her face.

Farrah and Aja exchanged a look. Courtney wasn’t one to whine, Farrah did enough for the three of them, but Courtney’s job was incredibly grueling. Farrah couldn’t remember the last time she had returned home from a 12-hour day with a giant smile on her face.

“Alrighty, I’m all done, I’ll be in my room if you need me, you kids have fun,” Courtney rambled, balancing her sandwich, a drink, her bag and her phone as she walked past the girls again and retreated to her room, not realising they could hear her humming ‘love is in the air.’

Willam Belli: S got a 1h lunch meeting @ 12 I don’t have 2 b @ – u free ?

Courtney Act: Yes! I’ll come to your office, there are too many people at mine :)

At midday exactly and not a minute later Courtney took the elevator up four extra stories and made her way into Willam’s office. It was just as vast and grand as it had been last night, but instead of the cozy, lamp lit lighting that cast shadows around the place the previous time she was here, during the day it was brilliantly white, with sunlight bouncing around its exceptionally clean walls.

Like a drop of vivid nail polish on clean white jeans, Willam sat at her desk in the middle of the room, her loud choice of a fiery red, orange and yellow ombre body con dress screaming against the minimalistic interiors.

She was scribbling something down in her planner, but her head snapped up when she heard Courtney’s heels click against the tiled floor.

“Hello Ms Act,” Willam said, shooting Courtney a smile before finishing up her notes.

“Hi,” Courtney said, suddenly feeling terribly plain in comparison in her black skirt and baby pink blouse.

Willam opened her mouth to speak, but a loud ring from her desk phone swallowed her sentence. She picked up the receiver, gesturing to Courtney to have a seat and that she would only be a moment.

“No, we’re not letting Valentina wear a full face mask on the red carpet of the premier next month. She’s our main star, she’s selling our movie. If you don’t tell her to get that fucking thing off of her face, Darienne, and organize something else stat, I’ll rip it off her myself.”

As Willam barked orders down the phone, Courtney let herself subtly look at the other woman. She noticed how her blown out eyeshadow mimicked the colours in her dress, a beautiful mess of warm shades intensified with glitter and defined by black eyeliner. She noticed how her lipstick was a metallic shade of deep purple, and how her high heels were bright red and glossy. If Courtney wore the same outfit, she’d look like a drag queen on their first night out. But somehow on Willam, with her razor sharp tongue and take-no-shit attitude, all the chaos and colours just worked.

“Sorry,” Willam said sweetly, slamming the phone down before clearing her throat. “People can be just so pushy. Now, we said we were gonna try and find a free slot of time somewhere, right?”

“Yes,” Courtney said, unlocking her iPad to view Alaska’s schedule for the week ahead, a perfectly colour-coordinated wall of meetings, events and appointments staring back at her.

Willam pulled up Sharon’s on her desktop, which was just as jam-packed.

“Alright, I’m just gonna yell out times Sharon has free. 9:30am tomorrow?“

“Nope, we have the Her January cover shoot all day,” Courtney said. “What about 11am next Monday?”

“No luck, Sharon reads screenplays for like 3 hours a day. 4pm Tuesday?”

“Nail appointment. Alaska has 45 minutes in the afternoon though on Wednesday?”

“Nope, Sharon’s out of town until Friday morning then takes the afternoon off to be with Aquaria. This is like a shit game of Battleships,” Willam sighed.

Courtney bit her lip. Having to wait over a week to get their bosses in the same room together would eat her alive. She just wanted it to happen now.

“What about 2pm this afternoon?” Willam asked in a bored voice, the fun of this plan gone now that it looked impossible.

“Today… Thursday… 2pm…” Courtney searched her iPad. “Oh, wow, yeah Alaska is actually free.”

Willam immediately perked up. “Perfect. Let’s do that, then.”

Courtney blinked.

“Whoa, today? Now?"

“Yes.”

“But that’s… today.”

“I’m aware,” Willam said, typing away on her keyboard. “What? You suddenly scared? Little Miss Love not prepared?”

“Well,” Courtney stammered. Willam was right. She didn’t feel prepared. “It’s just all so sudden. And so soon.”

“Love can be like that sometimes,” Willam concluded nonchalantly before smiling to herself. “Oh, by the way, I thought they could meet in an elevator.”

Courtney was dumbfounded.

“An elevator?” She tried to sound nice, but really, an elevator? “I was thinking of something more romantic. Like outside Tiffany & Co, or at a rooftop bar while the sun set behind them.”

“This ain’t some rom-com fantasy dream, this is real life,” Willam waved her off. “Haven’t you ever had a bangin’ woman waltz in and stand next to you and all you wanted was for the elevator to jam so you could fuck all sweaty on the floor?”

“Oh my god Willam—“

“I have! Don’t lie to me, you probably have too. If you can’t think of anything else that would actually work before our deadline of 2pm today, which is in an hour and 35 minutes, it looks like we’ll be tampering with the lifts.”

Courtney massaged her neck, suddenly feeling stressed.

“We can’t actually jam the elevator though. It will be a fleeting meeting that will only last seconds,” Courtney hated how negative she sounded, but she just didn’t see how this would work.

“Who said we couldn’t jam the elevators? I know a girl.”

10 minutes later, the two of them were standing in the rundown alleyway their sky scraping office building back onto. It had become the designated smoking spot for the many receptionists, cleaners and maintenance crew who looked after the building, not to mention the dozens of stressed workers who popped down to smoke a quick cigarette or four in their lunch breaks.

Courtney had never found herself in this part of their building, so she tagged along after Willam who weaved her way down the alley, looking for a specific spot where she knew she’d find a certain person in particular.

“Adore!” Willam exclaimed upon spotting the person in question.

There in the corner against a wall of colourful graffiti sat a girl who looked young enough to be in college. She wore the standard khaki overalls all maintenance workers were required to wear, but her baggy fit, rolled up sleeves and high-waisted belt made it look actually cool when paired with her Doc Martins and grungy 90s style makeup.

From her seated position on an upside down milk crate, she jumped slightly at Willam’s call, before exhaling the smoke in her mouth and pulling her headphones down to sit around her neck.

“Willam!” Adore smiled, standing up and wrapping her arms around her.

“Adore, this is Courtney,” Willam introduced. “Courtney, meet Adore.”

“Hi honey,” Adore drawled, smiling at Courtney and twirling a lock of her ombre blue hair around her finger. While Courtney smiled and said hello, she felt almost patronized by a girl who was clearly younger than her. She immediately disliked Adore, and hated the fact she had Willam’s arm draped around her.

“How’ve you been, bitch?” Willam smiled, before bringing Adore’s hand to her mouth and taking a quick drag of the cigarette still perched between her fingertips.

Adore laughed and lightly punched Willam’s shoulder while Courtney stood awkwardly to the side, feeling like she was at a high school party.

“Girl,” Adore drawled, “work’s been so exhausting.”

“Mhhmm yeah, these 3 hour breaks really take it out of you,” Willam joked, making Adore laugh again. “In all seriousness though, I’m mostly not just here for a smoke. We have a favour to ask.”

“Fire away,” Adore said.

Courtney watched as Adore’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped the more Willam revealed about their plan and Adore’s crucial, potential involvement.

“If this is too much,” Courtney suddenly said, interrupting Willam, “you don’t have to do it. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything or feel like we’re compromising your job.”

Adore’s eyes darted between the two women before laughing. “Are you serious? This sounds fucking awesome!”

“So you’re in?” Willam asked.

“Uh let me think about it,” Adore paused, before smirking. “Uh abso-fucking-lutely!”

“Right, I’m off to pick up your dry cleaning,” Courtney lied, standing in the middle of Alaska’s office. “Don’t forget you have a meeting with Milk about the upcoming Marc Jacobs campaign across town at 2:30… so you should leave soon… so you should aim to be out of here and in the elevators at 2…”

Alaska’s gaze shifted from her computer screen to her assistant before she zeroed in on Courtney’s weird behavior. Suddenly terrified, Courtney braced herself for Alaska to instantly know she was lying.

But in a wild turn of events, her boss actually praised her.

“That’s a good idea,” Alaska said. “I always leave my office on time, but so many of the girls need my attention on my way out that I end up instantly running late. Also I totally forgot I had dry cleaning. Huh.”

“Happy to help!” Courtney said brightly as she exhaled in relief. “I’ll see you when you get back from the meeting."

Courtney calmly exited Alaska’s office, but once she was well and truly out of sight, she bolted to the elevator and directed it to take her straight to the basement. When the doors parted, Willam was standing there with her phone to her ear.

“The koala has arrived,” Willam said into her phone before hanging up and snorting as Courtney rolled her eyes at the code name. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, though. She followed Willam down the narrow corridor to what must be the maintenance control room Adore told them to meet her in.

“If we’re doing code names, what’s yours?” Courtney asked.

“What do I remind you of?” Willam shot back, throwing a glance to Courtney behind her and giving her wink.

“Oh uh,” Courtney’s mind was too busying replaying that knee-weakening wink to be able to think of animals. “Something loud, and colourful, like a peacock.”

Willam burst out laughing before throwing a hand over her mouth. “I’ll take that. I would have said a pig.”

“Does Sharon have a reason to go in the elevator? We’ve got less than 10 minutes until show time,” Courtney fretted.

“Yes, she’s going to a meeting I told her was pushed forward by an hour.”

Willam abruptly stopped at a random door in the hallway and Courtney almost ran into the back of her. Knocking on the door three times quickly, then once, then twice more, they stood in silence for a moment before it suddenly opened upon hearing the secret knock.

“Come in,” Adore hissed, ushering the two blondes into the dark room before sticking her head out the doorway to check they weren’t seen. She slipped a broom between the handles to lock out anyone trying to walk in on them before turning to the women and rubbing her hands together. “Whose excited?”

“Me!” Willam shouted, before noticing the many screens displaying the live security footage of all the cameras around their building. “Whoa, this is some FBI shit.”

“Here are the elevator ones,” Adore said, sitting down in the hot seat with the controls in front of her while Willam and Courtney stood on either side.

“Cool,” Courtney said, noticing how they had multiple angels inside just one elevator. “Is there any sound?”

“Unfortunately not,” Adore said. “But I can give you a copy of their footage if you want to analyse it later."

"That’d actually be quite cool,” Courtney said. “Kind of illegal, but cool.”

“Oh my god,” Willam pointed at one monitor, “is that Sharon? She’s in. The bat is in position.”

Adore’s fingers flew across the keyboard, programming only Sharon’s elevator to be able to stop at Alaska’s floor.

“Is there a camera on Alaska’s level? How will we know she’s ready?” Courtney said, already biting one of her nails.

“There isn’t one, so we’ll just have to see,” Adore said.

The three of them sat in silence as Sharon’s elevator descended one level, then another, then another. Courtney checked her watch.

“6 minutes passed 2,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling like this was all for nothing. There was a huge chance Alaska could have been held up in the office and would miss Sharon entirely. In a weird way, Courtney would feel like it was her fault if she failed to get her boss in the right place at the right time.

Sharon’s elevator stopped at a floor.

Everyone peered in closer to look at the CCTV footage on the monitor.

“There she is!” exclaimed Courtney, pointing wildly as Alaska appeared on the screen.

“We can see,” Willam snapped as Courtney gripped her forearm with nervous excitement.

Alaska stepped into the elevator and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she pressed the button for the ground floor, not even acknowledging Sharon.

Willam’s heart pounded in her chest, and Courtney’s insanely tight hold on her arm wasn’t helping things. She tried not to think about why her cheeks were starting to heat up, or why when Courtney finally let go, she wished she hadn’t.

“God, Sharon didn’t even look up from her phone,” Willam seethed. “Why don’t people fucking look at each other anymore.”

To their dismay, Alaska started checking her phone too, leaving Courtney, Adore and Willam to stay engrossed at a monitor displaying two women frozen in place as they tapped away on their emails.

“A little emergency stop should distract them,” Willam said, wiggling her eyebrows. Even though she was a little nervous, she wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t love this feeling of playing Cupid — or God.

“So I’m good to press stop?” Adore asked, her finger hovering over the keyboard.

“Wait, whose that?” Courtney whispered as the doors parted on the 10th floor.

Willam anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as another person entered the elevator. They hadn’t factored in an unexpected character in this planned storyline.

“Oh, it’s just a delivery person,” Adore sighed in relief as a sizeable woman entered the elevator and placed two giant boxes on the floor.

“But it’s still a person,” Willam said in annoyance. “They can’t fall madly in love with a fat FedEx employee standing between them.”

“Willam,” Courtney said in disbelief as she shot her a glare, “that’s really rude.”

“She can’t hear me,” Willam muttered, rolling her eyes as Courtney turned back to the monitor. But a sting of rare embarrassment hit her as Courtney called her out. She didn’t mean to be such a bitch. She bit her lip, wanting to take it back.

“So can I hit the button?” Adore asked again, still confused but incredibly eager.

“No,” Courtney and Willam said in unison. The timing wasn’t right.

Adore hit the button.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Willam yelled.

“I thought you said yes!”

“We said NO you dipshit.”

“Willam,” Courtney scolded, even though she was thinking roughly the same thing.

The elevator came to an abrupt halt, its three passengers inside staggering slightly at the sharp motion.

Inside its metal walls, the trio of woman reacted.

“Did the elevator just stop?” Alaska asked, snapping her head up from her phone.

“Oh sweet mama no,” the delivery woman pleaded in a thick Southern accent. “I’m claustrophobic, I can’t do this.”

Both women looked at Sharon, who really didn’t know what to say. Yes, it was obvious the elevator had stopped, and she couldn’t do anything to help the claustrophobia.

“Um, it’ll be fine,” Sharon attempted.

She would have added more, but the only thought bouncing around Sharon’s mind was how beautiful the blonde opposite her was, and how her tight dress fit her curvy figure perfectly. Had she been in the elevator this whole time?

Back in the control room, the mood was plummeting fast.

“Make it go again, nothing is happening,” Courtney sighed, watching as her dreams of being Cupid were dashed as she observed all three women just stand around awkwardly and not fall in love.

Adore hit some keys before they watched the passengers become visibly relieved when the elevator began to work again.

“If FedEx doesn’t exit in the next four, now three, floors, we’ve completely lost our chance,” Willam sighed, her arms already crossed in defeat.

Suddenly, the elevator halted again.

“Adore!” Willam exclaimed.

“I didn’t press anything!” Adore held up her hands, which had been placed on her lap.

It was true, she hadn’t.

Her fingers quickly flew across her keyboard in a bid to fix the situation, but nothing worked.

“I think it’s actually broken down this time,” Adore said softly.

Inside the elevator, the women began to sweat – however, some more than others.

“It’s stuck again,” Alaska commented, instinctively grabbing the handrail for support as it came to yet another sudden halt.

“Yep,” Sharon replied shortly.

“Oh no no no no no no no,” the delivery woman said, shaking her hands and moving from foot to foot as if she had to go to the bathroom. “I can’t do this, no sir no ma’am.”

“It’s okay,” Alaska said calmly, glancing at the woman’s ID tag on her belt and attempting to sooth the situation. “Uh, Eureka, is it? It’s okay, we’re going to be fine, we just need to—“

“Can everybody just calm down!” Eureka yelled, looking to the ceiling as if it was the heavens above. “Just calm down!”

Sharon and Alaska exchanged a glance.

“I’m just going to press this emergency option,” Alaska said slowly as she reached passed a now hyperventilating Eureka to press the button.

In the control room, Courtney, Adore and Willam jumped as a red siren on the wall with the words ELEVATOR EMERGENCY painted above it buzzed once, alerting them to a mishap they were clearly going to ignore.

“I’m going to call 911,” Sharon said, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she tapped away on her phone. “That’ll be much more effective.”

“How?” Alaska said in annoyance as she detected attitude in the other woman’s voice. Why was this chick making it a competition for who could save them the fastest? “That button is literally for this exact situation. And there’s no reception in here.”

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Eureka gasped, fanning herself with her hand.

“Maintenance is some young college drop out who only comes to fix things after she’s had her fifth cigarette on her four break,” Sharon scoffed, bringing her phone to her ear. “Trust me, we’re not getting out anytime soon.”

Alaska could only blink in response.

“It’s too hot in here,” Eureka gasped, pulling at her brown uniform as it clung to her skin.

“Wh— what are you doing?” Alaska stammered as Eureka practically popped a button off in a bid to undress.

In the control room, three intrigued faces leaned in closer to the monitor, watching the plot of their silent film go completely off script.

“What… in the ever-loving fuck… is she doing?” Willam asked as they watched the FedEx employee disrobe.

“I… I can’t believe this,” Courtney said in astonishment as Adore tried and failed to hold back laughter.

“Now I know why God abandoned us,” Willam wheezed with laughter, absolutely perplexed at the scene unfolding on the screen. “You create humans and this is the shit that happens!”

Back in the elevator, Sharon and Alaska could only watch.

“I gotta get out of these clothes, try and calm down so I don’t have one of those panic attacks,” Eureka said, moving to sit on the floor as Alaska and Sharon stepped back into opposite corners of the small elevator. Alaska didn’t know where to look as Eureka exposed herself, stripping down to just her beige bra as she struggled to peel her overalls down her legs from her spot on the floor.

“This is how all good horror movies start,” Sharon commented, a smirk on her lips. “The elevator could just drop and kill us all.”

“Hey!” Alaska snapped as Eureka wailed from her spot on the floor. “You’re not helping.”

“And neither is that button of yours,” Sharon replied, cocking an eyebrow at a now speechless Alaska.

They stared each other down.

Alaska loved the colour of this other woman’s lipstick. It was a deep, velvety burgundy that looked so striking against her pale skin and black hair. If she wasn’t such a bitch, Alaska would have asked her where it was from. If Eureka wasn’t here, she would have pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard.

“There’s no reception here,” Sharon huffed, finally dropping her phone into her handbag.

“I said that before,” Alaska said.

“No you didn’t?” Sharon lied, wondering how much she could rile up this hot blonde.

“Oh my god! Yes I did!” Alaska exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

A lot, apparently.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Eureka announced, rocking on the floor slightly.

Everyone froze.

“Don’t you dare,” Sharon ordered as Alaska instinctively stepped back and placed her hand over her mouth.

“Someone needs to rub my back,” Eureka whined, gesturing to her back which was coated in a sheen of panic induced sweat. “It might not stop the nausea, but it might help.”

Sharon looked at Alaska. Alaska looked at Sharon.

In an instant, Alaska began repeatedly pressing the Emergency Assist button like her life depended on it while Sharon dialed the police again, ready to throttle the first person she saw if they ever made it out of this cursed elevator.

Back in the control room, the assistants made the final call.

“Alright, that’s it!” Willam exclaimed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “This is a mess, get ‘em out!”

The emergency siren buzzed loudly each time Alaska forcefully pressed that button, lighting up the room with a bright red flashing light that never gave up.

“I feel like I’m in hell,” Courtney yelled, her hands over her ears.

“Hell is that elevator,” Adore joked.

She jumped from her seat, slapped on her utility belt and grabbed her toolbox before saluting the women and leaving to fix the elevator.

“Jesus,” Willam laughed, rubbing her neck as she paced around the small control room. “Well apart from it not working out at all, that was kinda fun.”

She turned and saw Courtney flop into Adore’s empty seat, her face looking as defeated as her slumped posture.

“Hey,” Willam said softly, using the toe of her electric blue stiletto to gently nudge Courtney’s wheely office chair. “We tried.”

Courtney shrugged her shoulders.

“I just had such high hopes!” Courtney finally exclaimed. “I wanted them to fall in love! I wanted to see sparks fly! And instead it just looks like they fought.”

Willam didn’t argue. Sharon had that cocky look on her face Willam knew all too well, and Alaska’s up-tight body language didn’t appear positive at all. But even though Courtney’s idea didn’t go as planned, it still happened.

“Look, I know fireworks didn’t go off and they didn’t grind up against a wall—“

“Willam—“

“Oh come on, I wanted that to happened, don’t act like you didn’t too.”

Courtney didn’t debate it.

“But your plan still worked. Sure, they might not be in love yet, but at least they know each other, which was a hell of a lot better than where they were 10 minutes ago.“

Courtney was silent for a moment as she contemplated.

“Yeah,” She said slowly. “That’s true. And like, this doesn’t mean our work is over. We can just try something different, or plant more seeds, or arrange more plans.”

“Exactly,” Willam smiled, watching as Courtney slowly got her positive attitude back.

“Wait look,” Willam said suddenly, spotting something over Courtney’s shoulder. There on the monitor was Adore slowly appearing on the screen as she pried the elevator doors apart from where it was stuck on Level 5.

They laughed as they watched Sharon clap and Alaska bounce on her toes as the doors were opened. Moving to look over at Sharon, Alaska smiled at her before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and looking down, just as Sharon glanced over at her.

“Oh my GOD did you see that?” Willam yelled as Courtney squealed.

“Yes!”

“That was a smile!”

“And a hair tuck!”

“That was something!”

Courtney couldn’t help herself. She pulled Willam into a hug, who hugged her back just as tightly, euphoria bubbling through them at the sight of a shy smile. They bounced on their toes, before Courtney broke the hug first to keep looking at the screen, catching the moment their bosses finally escaped the elevator as everyone involved applauded.

Suddenly, their phones vibrated at the same time.

Alaska/Boss: Courtney I just got stuck in the elevator!!! I need a Xanax ASAP :((

Big Daddy: Willam you won’t believe the fucking shit I just went through holy fuck

“Well I call that a success,” Willam said after their both quickly tapped out a reply.

“Me too,” Courtney smiled. Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Courtney swallowed her nerves and pushed forward.

“Would you like… well I mean if we’re not working tonight, which will probably will be, but do you wanna get drinks tonight? I don’t know, I just think we need to celebrate, and also plan stage two of this whole thing.” She could have said it more gracefully, but at least she said it.

Willam looked up from her phone. “Oh we totally should! I can’t do tonight though, I’ve got plans with my girlfriend, it’s our 6-month. Next week we’re definitely continuing this though!"

Courtney could only nod along, not really taking in anything Willam was saying after the word girlfriend. Willam’s phone buzzed again.

“I gotta run, Sharon needs me. We’ll keep each other posted, yeah?”

Courtney just nodded. “Yep!”

After Willam left, Courtney sunk back down into the chair and didn’t move, instead staring at nothing while trying to understand what she was feeling. She refused to accept that it felt like her heart was breaking. That was entirely too dramatic, even for her standards. It was never in a place to break, but right now it kind of just felt like it had… popped. Like a red heart shaped balloon gently rising before Willam had swiftly exploded it right in front of her eyes with a sharp ‘girlfriend’ shaped needle. It was a dumb crush, and the vibes she had gotten from Willam, which only further fueled her little infatuation further, was all something she made up in her head.

It was a dumb crush, Courtney told herself again.

“Here we are! Today’s deliveries, tomorrow’s box office hits,” Willam said in a sarcastically cheerful manner as she pushed a small trolley full of paper into Sharon’s office and towards the couch where her boss was currently reclining. Her high heels were kicked off and a half finished vodka soda sat on her coffee table.

Every single day Sharon was delivered stacks of screenplays that Willam would organize and present to her. Every single day Willam was able to hold hours, weeks, months of people’s hard work in her hands, their hopes and dreams there in black and white, and every single day Sharon tore them to shreds.

Sharon slid her glasses on and peered at the title of the one on top. “The House. Let me guess, a white family moves into a haunted house they know is haunted and are surprised when they start getting haunted.” She opened the first page to skim-read the synopsis. “Correct!”

Grabbing the entire screenplay, Sharon promptly threw it into the fireplace next to her, almost choking the flames before they bounced back and roared to life against the hundreds of pages.

As Sharon grabbed another, Willam sat down on one of the plush chairs opposite her and began tabulating data, writing ‘GOOD’ ‘MAYBE’ or ‘FIRE’ next to titles considered for just today alone.

After 5 minutes of silent reading, Sharon posed a question without looking up.

“Have you ever seen a blonde in this building?”

Willam froze.

Sharon was still looking at the page in front of her, but Willam wondered if she had even read a word in the 5 minutes they had been sitting there.

“Yes, I’m a blonde myself,” Willam joked, her heart racing at what she thought Sharon was asking. Was she asking about Alaska? Had their plan actually worked?

“You’re not a blonde, you look like a My Little Pony doll threw up on your hair while it was retouching your roots. That’s why Aquaria’s always grabbing at it when she sees you,” Sharon tried not to smile.

“I’ve seen some blondes… you’ll have to be more specific,” Willam probed. Even if Sharon wasn’t going to mention Alaska, Willam loved the idea of at least someone grabbing her lonely bosses attention.

Sharon pressed her lips together, before suddenly reciting every feature of someone who looked impressively like Alaska.

“She’s tall, a bit taller than me. Really skinny, but like not too skinny, I don’t know, she looks like a good weight, you know what I mean? Curvy, but like that’s not the point. Really plushy lips, I remember because they’re just as fake as mine. Gorgeous, has these really dark eyes, really fashionable. She was holding a magazine. She kind of drags out her words and while you’d think that’d be annoying, I can’t get her voice out of my head…”

Willam screamed internally.

“Oh! Did you say blonde before? I think that’s Alaska Thunderfuck, Editor of Her, this gay fashion mag for women. She started it all, I think. Really cool chick. Their office is in our building. Why do you ask?”

Sharon could only blink in response to the wave of valuable information.

“I think that’s who I could stuck in the elevator with,” Sharon said almost breathlessly before she cleared her throat. “Get me her number… wait actually, her email… I need… to thank her because it was her idea to press the maintenance button, and they saved us in the end.”

Willam couldn’t fucking wait to tell Courtney.

“Sure,” Willam replied, calming rising from her seat and leaving Sharon’s office. Once seated at her desk, her legs tapped against the floor, too excited to remain still. She messaged Courtney instantly.

Willam: SHARON JUST ASKED FOR ALASKA’S EMAIL BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO SAY THANK U FOR PRESSING THE BUTTON I’M DYING WE DID IT

Courtney: Yay!

Willam frowned at the short, arguably lackluster response, but Courtney was probably just busy. She passed Alaska’s email to Willam, who passed it along to Sharon via a Post It note 5 minutes later.

“What are you gonna say?” Willam asked, not retreating from Sharon’s office.

“Thank you for pushing that button,” Sharon snapped. “Duh.”

“Do you want me to help you draft it?” Willam asked eagerly.

Sharon frowned at her from her curled up spot on the couch, her phone in one hand and her vodka soda in another, though it shook slightly. Willam just knew Sharon was nervous.

“No,” Sharon said quietly. “I’m fine, you can go.”

Willam turned on her heel and existed the office, only to open Sharon’s emails on her own computer. She had all of Sharon’s passwords, they both knew this, but a level of trust was there that meant Willam only went into her inbox for emergency purposes only.

This was an emergency.

Almost half an hour later, a message appeared in Sharon’s Sent folder.

To: Alaska Thunderfuck

From: Sharon Needles

Subject: Thank You

Hi Alaska,

It’s Sharon, one of the women who was caught in the elevator before (not from FedEx). I just wanted to thank you for pressing the emergency assist button earlier. I didn’t think it would have worked, so without you who knows if we’d still be in there.

Warm regards,

Sharon Needles

CEO of Scream Queens

Willam gritted her teeth at that fact that Sharon hadn’t grabbed herself by the balls and just asked Alaska out. But still – baby steps.

“What do you know about Sharon Needles?” Alaska asked after she had called Courtney into her office.

Courtney’s deflated mood went on hold for a moment while her heart rose in her chest.

“Sharon? Sharon Needles?” Courtney stalled. She barely knew anything about Sharon, but she was about to sell the absolute shit out of her. Willam had just screenshotted Sharon’s email and sent it to her, so she hoped and prayed she knew where this was heading. “I know she’s some CEO of some big film company… like some queer horror film company… kind of like Her… but for films.”

“I get the concept,” Alaska hurried her along. “It turns out that’s who I was stuck in the elevator with.”

“Oh my god! Wow!” Courtney exclaimed, as if Alaska had just had a run in with Barack Obama. Too much, she told herself.

“Yeah… anyway,” Alaska continued. “She just emailed me saying thank you because I was the one who saved us, and I thought that was really sweet of her to do… so what I’m wondering is… is it too forward to ask to grab a drink with her?”

Courtney grinned.

“Absolutely not.”

“I just don’t want to seem too like… desperate or too much too soon or like weird?” Alaska shifted in her seat, visibly anxious.

“Well,” Courtney persuaded, tapping her chin with her fingers as she was thinking long and hard, “I think the fact that she went through the effort to track you down, find your email, and personally tell you thank you means she has some sort of interest in you… So I don’t think she would be blindsided at all. I think she would love to grab a drink with you.”

Alaska pursed her plumped lips and tapped her fake acrylic nails against her desk. Courtney didn’t breathe as her boss contemplated her words.

“Alright,” Alaska decided, inhaling deeply. “But Courtney, can you… help me write it?"

Touched at the offer, Courtney beamed. “Of course.”

When Courtney returned home, her mood had risen since the 2pm elevator fiasco. Her and Alaska had drafted the perfectly casual but to the point email asking Sharon out. Alaska hadn’t sent it yet, though, wanting to sleep on the offer as if to not seem over eager. Courtney had tried to push her into it, but also feared scared Alaska entirely. While that factor was annoying, it was miles ahead of where she predicted they’d end up when she woke up this morning. Sure, the elevator scheme wasn’t how she thought they’d get there, but they did it.

Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about the control room from earlier, which will forever be tainted with Willam’s revelation of a girlfriend. Why was it still bothering her? The thought was ripped from Courtney’s mind though when she entered her living room, a romantic scene of candles, pillows on the floor and rose petals disorientating her.

“What’s all this?” Courtney asked, before spotting Farrah with her arms around her girlfriend Aja.

Upon seeing Courtney, the two girls broke apart and turned to face her, their cheeks wet with tears of happiness.

“Courtney!” Farrah cried. “Aja just proposed to me!”

She held up her left hand, showcasing two pink little gems on either side of a beautiful diamond that Courtney instantly wondered how Aja could afford. Immediately dropping her late night groceries, Courtney gasped and threw her arms around her roommate, before pulling Aja into the hug as well.

“Oh my god! That’s incredible! Congratulations!” Courtney gushed, admiring Farrah’s ring and asking about every detail, and also requesting to have a glass of the champagne current going around between the two of them.

After over an hour of catching up and celebrating, Courtney retired to her bedroom and crawled under the covers after her shower. The entire day played through her mind as her body refused to fall asleep.

She thought about Willam’s fiery dress against her pristine office, meeting Adore in the graffiti filled alleyway, the wink Willam threw over her shoulder. She remembered the code name of koala Willam had given her, and how hard she had laughed when Courtney called her a peacock. She thought about the control room, the monitors, and how Willam had squeezed her just as hard when they hugged and it was Courtney who had to be the one to pull away first, because Willam was making no motion of letting go. She thought about Willam and her girlfriend, Alaska’s smile and hair tuck, Sharon’s email, Alaska’s desire for a date, Willam’s wink, the engagement, Willam’s girlfriend, Willam.

Courtney wanted to cry in frustration; she just wanted her mind to turn off. Grabbing her phone, she searched for a distraction, going through all her apps before finding herself on Tinder. Left… left… left, left, left, definitely left. It was the same old story. Courtney was about to give up, turn her phone off and try to go to sleep, when her final swipe of the night actually showed potential and caught her attention.

Andrew, 28

I have a British accent, need I say more?

Courtney rolled her eyes at the sentence, but he was without a doubt the most attractive person she’d ever seen on Tinder. Brown hair, blue eyes, Prince Charming jaw line.

Feeling like everyone else in her life was in love except her, Courtney swiped right.

#rosie #playing cupid #cisgirl au #fluff #adore delano #courtney act #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #aja #farrah moan #rpdr fanfiction #witney #shalaska #lesbian au

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Imaginary Friends

Witches && Prey i // read part two here // read on ao3

warnings: mentions of blood, suicidal ideation, actual suicide, major character death, child abuse, addiction, forced drug use, this shit is like emo as hell i’m not going to lie to you. this part does not have a happy ending i’m sorry fam, witchy steve, my sad boiis. I’m so sorry this took so long, I hope you guys love it. the rest are on the way

Harringrove Halloween Countdown — October 12

Demons like to prey on the weak, things are just easier that way. Maybe a little messier, but sometimes vulnerable kids and drug addicts are more convenient, more simple, more breakable; sad to say Billy Hargrove is both and that makes him easy prey, no matter how rabid he pretends to be.

Billy lost his mother young, hardly knew her, and Neil Hargrove, the closest to a monster a human can get, soul already rotten and deteriorating, finds that a small lonely boy with mommy issues and a bad habit of poor judgement and misplaced loyalty will do whatever is asked of him if it guarantees him his father’s approval.

Billy used to be able to fall asleep if Neil promised him chocolate chip waffles and tucked him in at night, but then Neil got lonely and angry, and he noticed that all he had to do was promise not to hit Billy and to hold him while he cried and Billy would fall asleep. Billy grew, Neil’s arms got tired, and his restraint deteriorated. The thought of having to promise Billy he wouldn’t hit him just made him want to hurt him more, so instead he would sit with his bloody son, help him wash up, and crush up some pain pills in his dinner, sneak some sleeping meds into his water.

When Neil starts dating Susan and going out for dinner instead of staying in with Billy, Billy can’t understand why he shakes and vomits, why everything hurts despite Neil not being home to lay a finger on him, not until he hears his mother’s voice urging him to wipe the sick off his face and crawl to his father’s room. He finds the pills in his father’s bedside table. What hurts the most is that he isn’t surprised; his father has been drugging him every damn night to the point of addiction, and he’s only fifteen.

“How long?” he’s unsure why he’s speaking, knows that hearing his mother’s voice must have been a hallucination, a product of his drug addled brain coming down from withdrawal.

“Does it matter?” she whispers, and Billy can feel her sit down next to him even though he can’t quite see her, just notices that where he’s looking through her, the picture is a bit distorted; then again, that could be his own tears obstructing his vision.

“Guess not,” he whispers, pouring a few of the pills in his hands and gagging a bit as he swallows them dry. He feels disappointment in the air, maybe even a little anger, but he hears nothing more. He doesn’t hear from his mother until the weekend when Neil goes out to dinner with Max and Susan and leaves Billy to clean up the house.

——————

This goes on for eight months until Billy finally realizes why he senses disappointment every time he pops those pills. She wants him to take more, wants him to down both bottles in one go.

“I’m so lonely baby. Come on, you don’t want to be with him anymore. Don’t you remember how good I was to you ??” it sends chills down his spine, but he finds himself inclined to listen. Even so, he denies her, he decides to live, even if just a little longer.

——————

Neil marries Susan after ten months, and packs everyone up and moves them to Hawkins after eighteen. Billy has no one. No more friends, not a loving father, and he thinks he’s leaving his mother behind, even worse his dealer. Neil’s supply was weak and dwindling, and Billy could put on a good show with his protein shakes and ridiculous workouts, but without his pills, he’d turn into a sad sack of shit. His theory is that it’s probably a lot harder to score prescription drugs in Indiana than California; for whatever fucking reason though, Neil refuses to leave him behind.

He’s angry, and lonely, and when his mother shows up a few days later he’s so relieved to see her, to have someone by his side, that he almost takes her up on her invitation. He doesn’t though, because tomorrow’s Halloween and maybe he can get in one good fuck before he says goodbye to his shithead father and small town Hawkins.

He doesn’t expect to be so enamored with Steve though. Steve Harrington seems like the type of guy worth moving to some place as shitty as Hawkins for; if he was less rich kid asshole and his snooty little girlfriend were to get hit by a car, King Steve would be his fucking dream.

He can’t get Steve out of his head, and the more enamored he becomes with the fucking princess, the less his mom comes around, and when she is around she seems angry. Billy hates having her upset with him, especially since she’s the only thing that makes him feel safe anymore. He downs a few extra pills when he sees her; not enough to do serious damage, but enough to signify a promise. Some day he’ll say yes; it seems to appease her for a while.

——————

The night of the fight, Billy barely makes it home. It makes sense that whatever was in that syringe took a little while to put him on the ground considering it practically takes horse tranquilizers to get him to sleep these days; if he was willing to go anywhere close to Max any time soon, he might think to ask her where the hell she got it, since it seemed to be the good stuff.

He’s just out of it enough to forget how fucking stupid he’ll be if he walks through that door without Max by his side. His first thought is to crawl into his warm bed, his second thought was that he didn’t have the time or energy to run or fight. He’s on the ground fast and he tastes his own blood. He doesn’t know why, but it somehow tastes differently than when Steve had hit him. It doesn’t take long for Neil to back off. He hears Susan get out of the bathroom after her shower and shoves Billy in his room before he can even think.

His mother comes. He says yes. Suddenly he’s pressing the pill bottle to his lips, and for the first time he notices the name on the bottle, the person it was actually prescribed to. Vivian Harrington. Billy can’t help but laugh, the fucking pretty boy probably sold his mom’s sleeping pills for a pretty penny just to piss her off because god knows he didn’t need the money. Somehow he gets it in his head that he needs to see Steve one last time before he goes, that he needs to apologize otherwise he’s no better than Neil.

“Not yet,” he whispers, setting the bottle on the floor; it falls to its side, a few spilling out. Billy’s used to the disappointment his mother feels by now, but he’s burned by a flash of her rage. She calms herself quickly; Billy’s terrified.

“Soon though, right Billy?? We’ll be together soon ??” Billy nods, makes sure to never break a promise to her again, otherwise she might take matters into her own hands.

——————

The concept of seeing Steve’s face one last time takes a while. It starts out with two major problems ; one — the face Billy wants to see isn’t the one that’s all battered and bruised thanks to his fists. Billy wants to see those dimples, and that smooth skin, that award winning smile, the way he rolls his eyes and scrunches his nose up. Steve doesn’t fully heal for at least three weeks. Two — Billy doesn’t actually know how to apologize for shit like this. Neil hasn’t apologized for beating his ass since he was eleven. It takes him almost two months to muster up the courage, and Steve is apparently over it by then, so he forgives him, thank fuck.

He thinks that should be it, time to go home, down a few pills, and actually be with his mother, to see her with his own eyes, to hold her in his arms, for his spirit to feel whole again even as his corpse lies lifeless on the floor. He thinks that’s going to be the case, until Steve awkwardly asks him if he’s going to that party tonight, like he feels obligated to make conversation even though he owes Billy nothing.

Billy feels butterflies but he smirks, stops thinking about what’ll happen after he dies and more about how nice it’ll be to kiss those plush lips before he goes.

“Only if you are pretty boy,” he doesn’t miss the way Steve blushes; he thinks getting to see that is worth dying for. He’ll be happy, so long as his last night on earth is with Steve.

——————

Billy’s last night on earth turns into five months of Steve rearranging his fucking guts with what Billy has affectionately come to call ‘the real king Steve’, and falling in love in with each other in the meantime. Billy’s mother turns dark and angry, and some nights as she sings Billy old lullabies, he can feel himself choking on thin air. He’s being punished, he knows he is in the same way he knows he somehow deserves every injury Neil gifts him, but he can’t let go of Steve.

His mother hates Steve, even though she’s never actually met him. Apparently he smells odd, which sure the Farrah Faucet hairspray has a unique fragrance, and yeah he smells like a lot of spices which is weird for someone who doesn’t actually bake, but Billy likes how Steve smells and his mom doesn’t have to like him. It doesn’t help that Steve has been slowly helping him come off the pills; she doesn’t want him to get better, not when she’s so so lonely, and Billy gets it, he does, because he used to be lonely too. His mother says Steve has stolen her baby away from her and really, she’s not wrong. Billy hopes she never tries to punish Steve should he enter the house.

On their sixth month anniversary, Steve sneaks over to Billy’s house because Billy’s supposed to watch Max, and he can’t exactly ask his dad to let him go out because then he’d have to come up with some bullshit lie that Neil would definitely look into, or admit he turned bitch for Steve Harrington, which probably would result in a very painful death. He isn’t ready to die anymore, not with Steve and certainly not at the hands of either of his parents. So, Steve being the entitled brat that he is decides to make his way over to Billy’s, and Billy is excited, he really truly is, but he’s also scared his mother will suffocate him and he’ll be all alone again.

Neil and Susan aren’t supposed to be back until morning, so they let Max fuck off to her friend’s house, mostly because it’s Hopper’s house too and he’s way more reliable when it comes to keeping kids alive; Steve just got lucky last year, so it’s probably better that way. That, and this way they get to fuck and then fall asleep curled on the couch.

He wakes up to feel a phantom hand around his throat, chokes out “Mom, please, m-mom,” as he tries to gasp for air.

“You promised !!” she growls, and Steve jolts awake. Billy hears Steve mumble something under his breath and then suddenly the woman — his supposed mother — he’s been talking to all these years comes to life, her skin a charcoal black, her eyes hollow. Billy can breathe again, but he almost forgets to.

“Get away from him !!” Steve barks and Billy thinks he sees sparks fly from Steve’s fingertips, but he’s also still dizzy from the lack of oxygen and he’s kind of seeing stars. He barely has time to react before she’s lunging at Steve. He wants to beg for mercy, swear to go with her if she’ll just leave Steve alone, but the words won’t come out. Even more shocking, as she hurdles herself towards Steve, the bright light that originally seemed like small static sparks grows, flowing from Steve’s fingertips without warning, preventing her from touching him. Each time she tries to touch the light, she hisses, until she becomes too weak to keep fighting and retreats; Billy knows she’ll be back, she always comes back.

The first thing Steve does is pull Billy into his lap and check him for any injuries that weren’t already there from Neil. There’s some new bruising around his neck but that’s it. Billy notices that his fingertips are still hot, but they don’t burn, they seem to sooth him, to offer up some relief. After a few moments Steve grabs the blanket they had been sharing, wraps it around Billy, and drags him to the kitchen.

Steve gets to work the second he finds out where Susan keeps all the spices, and Billy moves to sit on the counter and watch him. Billy’s either exhausted, in shock, or far too used to trauma, because he isn’t freaking out like he probably should be.

Ten minutes later Steve is shoving a mug in his face. It smells weird, and if he didn’t just watch Steve make it, he would assume it was that fancy French tea Steve’s mom buys that he always makes him drink after a particularly rough night with Neil. He’s starting to wonder if it’s ever actually been tea. He gets this sick feeling in his stomach, similar to when he found out Neil had been drugging him, except he trusts Steve. He chugs it down, ignores how his fingers twitch when he stops himself from going to grab the bottle of pills he keeps hidden for the really bad nights. After a few moments, the soreness around his throat and in his muscles starts to ease up, the itch for his fix starts to fade and now all he craves is Steve. He doesn’t have to ignore that need for long, not when Steve steps between his legs and holds Billy’s face in his hands, looking concerned.

“How you feeling baby?” Steve questions nervously, and Billy shrugs like he always does, because he feels sad, and scared, and betrayed but nothing hurts anymore, and nothing’s ever going to change, so it’s whatever.

“Baby, I need you to answer me. Creatures like that, they’re really dark and really powerful. I need to know you’re okay,” his thumb brushes gently against Billy’s cheek and normally that would sooth him, but this time Steve’s said something that’s got him worried.

“Creature?”

“Yeah, a shadow beast, a demon. That monster, you saw it right ?”

“She’s not a monster,” Billy argues sadly, because she had just tried to kill him, and it was all too similar to Neil, but this was different, Billy broke his promise.

“Billy it was choking you, of course it’s a monster,” Steve looks concerned but also extremely confused, which sucks because if they both don’t know what the hell is going on, they might be here for a while.

“I told her I would go with her, I told her soon, but I chose you. She’s not a monster, she’s just hurt.”

“What?!” Steve sounds angry then, and Billy jumps at the noise, still on edge from his mother’s hand gripping around his throat less than thirty minutes ago, still skittish from when Neil kicked him in the shin and then the ribs the day before. Steve can’t yell, not when Billy’s still so scared and he knows that, but he’s worried and it’s hard to keep his cool at a time like this. Still, he takes a few moments to steel himself. He looks at Billy with soft eyes, noting that he’s still a bit shaken up, whether he’ll admit that or even notices being a completely different issue, and realizes that he has to be the voice of reason in this situation. “Baby, why would you make that promise? If things have gotten bad again, you can tell me…”

Bad again Steve says and they both hate how it sounds, because if Steve isn’t with Billy, caging him in his arms and keeping him safe, things are never good, but if Billy was feeling suicidal again, that’s something they need to discuss.

“It’s not like that,” and well, that’s not really a lie because most nights the only thing that makes Billy want to give up is sensing his mother’s frustration or feeling Neil’s knuckles kneed and mark his skin. He doesn’t want to die, not if it means leaving Steve behind, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped considering it completely. He swallows hard, pulls Steve closer to him using his ankles that are loosely wrapped around his legs just above his knees, and rests his head on Steve’s chest. “She’s my mom,” he admits, and the whisper is nearly as faint as the breeze creeping in through the open kitchen window.

“No she’s not,” as soon as the words leave Steve’s mouth, tears brim in Billy’s eyes. He didn’t think it would hurt this much, Steve assuming he’s crazy. He saw her though, he knows she’s real, so this isn’t fair. He’s supposed to feel safe with Steve, but now he just feels stupid and small.

“I’m not crazy,” he whines where his head is rested on Steve’s right pectoral. Steve feels the fresh tears dripping down his skin. He hates how it makes Billy tremble. He hushes Billy, kisses the top of his head, and sighs. This night just keeps getting longer and longer.

“No one said you were.”

“But you said…you said she’s not —” Billy cuts himself off, trying to keep from sobbing. If Steve is going to judge him, he’s not going to make it worse by being a cry baby.

“I’m sure she said she was your mom. I’m sure she played her game well, said all the right things, but that thing is not your mother. She’s a leech. She preys on those who are hurting, and she found you when you were at your worst.”

Billy wants to argue, but he clings to Steve, shakes his head because he doesn’t want to believe him, but after what he had just seen, the pieces of this puzzle are starting to come together and it’s scaring him.

“No, y-you’re wrong, I know my own mom Steve, I know her,” he doesn’t though. He can barely remember what she looks like. He simply knows what he wants her to be, and this woman or monster that he’s been talking to was good enough. Three years she’s been whispering in his ear, telling him he was loved and wanted. It was so easy to fall for her.

Steve shakes his head. If the circumstances were different, he might just let Billy lives in blissed out ignorance, but Billy was nearly killed tonight, and he can’t sit idly by and let him believe the woman trying to steal him away is someone worthy of his love. He may not be able to stop Neil, not yet anyways, but he can protect Billy from this bit of darkness. If he were the type to pray, he would be begging God that it’s not too late.

“Listen to me, I don’t know who she is and I don’t care, but she tried to kill you tonight Billy. I’ll bet she’s been trying to for a long time,” he doesn’t miss how Billy whimpers; facing the truth hurts almost as much as a harsh blow from Neil. If he thinks too much he can still feel fingernails digging crescent moons into his flesh, both from his father and this mystery phantom. Steve knows by the way Billy tries to hide himself further in Steve’s bare skin that he’s not wrong. “You trust me right ?? You know me. I’m always going to be here for you, I’m gonna protect you.”

Billy finds comfort in the promise, mostly because it’s always been Steve that he chose above everyone else, and now he’s starting to see why. Steve is the only good decision he’s ever made.

——————

It’s a week later when he’s laying in Steve’s bed and he feels the bed dip with weight. At first he’s relieved; he doesn’t like being alone, especially not in a house as big and lifeless as Steve’s. All relief fades when he doesn’t feel Steve’s familiar warmth washing over him. He begins to shiver and when he rolls over to reach for Steve he is met by a cold black gaze. She’s back, his not-mom is back and she followed him to Steve’s house.

He knows what she wants, but he can’t give it to her, not when he knows she’s nothing to him but a liar, an omen of pain, his own sadistic, impatient reaper. He has no idea where Steve is and he can’t go with her without knowing that Steve is safe.

“Go away,” he tries to sound forceful and angry, but it’s clear to see he’s terrified. The figure beside him smirks.

“Don’t be like that sweetie, I’m just here to collect what’s mine,” she whispers, her tongue practically dripping with sugar, her sickeningly sweet disposition making Billy shrink away.

“I’m not yours, I’m nothing to you,” he knows it’s not smart to mouth off to her, but he’s so hurt and angry, and Steve isn’t there to protect him or talk him down, so he’s just going to shoot off at the mouth until she leaves or kills him.

“Don’t say that,” she growls, grabbing him by the jaw. “I’m more of a mother to you than yours ever was. She’s dead William, she’s rotten flesh, dirty bones in the ground somewhere. And your father ?? He’s nothing, he’s a beast. I’m the one who’s been here !! I’m the one who has looked after you all this time. Me, no one else, not even that pretty little thing. He’ll leave too you know, he’ll realize you’re not worth it. I’m the only one who stays with you, haven’t you learned that by now ?!”

“That’s not true !!” maybe, somewhere deep down, Billy actually believes that, but the words coming out of her mouth aren’t exactly new and original ideas. Billy’s last boyfriend was some thirty year old who beat his ass for ‘breaking in’ when his wife caught Billy asleep in their bed. He hasn’t heard from a single friend from California since he left. Neil might not even come down to the morgue to identify his body if he was found dead in a ditch somewhere. Tommy and Carol might miss him, but they have each other, and short attention spans; they’ll move on fast. Steve is too good for him; he’s been eerily awaiting the day he decides Billy isn’t worth his time anymore.

“You know it’s true, don’t deny it. You made me a promise, and you need to keep it. Maybe they’ll miss you at first, but eventually you’ll just be another sad small town tragedy, like that Barb girl. You don’t matter, not to them, only to me. So come with me, stop playing games.”

“Not here, I can’t do it here.”

“That pretty boy of yours is taking a shower. I’m sure we can sneak out before he’s done. He won’t even notice we’re gone.”

“You’re probably right,” Billy sighs, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a goodbye letter. She doesn’t seem to mind; she’s too giddy from having finally won their game.

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He’s in the kitchen, hands trembling as he faces the options he’s given. There’s the all too familiar pills, a block of kitchen knives, and Neil’s gun.

The pills feel like a betrayal; Steve has worked so hard to help Billy be a better, stronger person, he can’t go out like that.

The gun is messy, and although he knows Neil will get satisfaction out of his death no matter what, he feels like using his father’s bullets gives him too much power.

The knife is messy too, and as much as he loves the idea of being one last inconvenience, one big ugly red stain in Neil Hargrove’s reputation as well as his kitchen tile, he knows it’s going to be Hopper, or Susan, or god forbid Steve, cleaning up his mess.

“I can’t do this,” he bites down on his now bloodied lip as tears spill down his cheeks. “I can’t do this without him, I can’t leave him.”

“Then don’t. Billy, baby, please,” Billy jumps; he hadn’t noticed Steve walk into the house.

Billy hears his demon scoff, but soon she’s chuckling, something thick and dirty, like she knows something he doesn’t. This time Steve can’t hear her. His eyes stay locked on Steve. Billy wishes he could say this was the first time Steve has caught him in a situation like this, but it’s not. This time it’s different though. Billy is closer to death than he’s ever been.

“You know,” she begins, smooth tone wrapping around Billy like velvet. “We could take him too pet. This world, it’s no good for people like you, and we could have a little witch on our team. It could be so much fun, and neither of you will ever be alone again,” she nudges the knives towards him as a gentle hint.

“No, no, not him, please, he’s good,” Billy begs; he won’t mind if his last words, his dying breath are used to protect Steve.

“I know he’s good sweetheart, you’re both so good. Come on, don’t you want him, forever??” She’s always known just what to say. Billy wants him so desperately; he wants to hold Steve and never let go, but more than anything he wants Steve to be safe and happy.

He nods, swallows hard and turns away from Steve.

“Billy, come on, it’s gonna be okay,” Steve’s tone is gentle, cautious, like he’s approaching a scared, caged animal. He’s always known the best way to talk to Billy.

He picks up the butcher knife and turns to Steve. Steve steps back, and Billy can’t blame him. He knows how this looks. Billy’s thought about killing on more than one occasion, but even when he was pummeling Steve with his fists, he was never really the target of his aggression.

“If I do this, you promise it’ll be over?? It won’t hurt anymore ??”

“Yes,” they both whisper, tones soft and patient. Yes, the pain will stop once you shed blood, she means. Yes, the pain will stop if you put the knife down and come to me, Steve means. He wants to believe Steve, but there has always only ever been one clear ending for Billy, and he decides to stop putting it off.

He raises the knife to his throat, and Steve looks more scared than he did when the knife was aimed at him. Steve tries to move quick and stop him, but that just rushes Billy’s shaking hand. The cut is rough and he tastes blood within an instant. It burns and he’s having trouble keeping himself up.

“You’re such a good boy,” the demon finally shows herself to the world, and Steve isn’t surprised, just angry. It’s the last Billy sees of her, because she’s smart enough to leave before getting into another fight with Steve.

The last thing he sees is Steve’s face, so soft and loving. He wishes he weren’t crying, but beggars can’t be choosers. The last thing he feels is Steve cradling and shaking his cold aching body in his warm arms. The last thing he hears is “Baby please, don’t leave me, please. I love you.”

His final thought is one of both guilt and appreciation. There’s no better way to die than by Steve Harrington’s side.

#witchesandpreyi #hhcd #prettyboiihhcd2018 #harringrove #harringrove au #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #haunting au #demon au #billy hargrove/steve harrington #billy/steve

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Snooping, Bad News and a ‘Taser’...

Rounding up a week in Hollyoaks (3rd-7th December 2018)

Poor Cindy got a right shock when she returned from Jude’s this week to find she now had 3 new houseguests in the shape of Donna-Marie, Romeo and Juliet. Of course, Cindy was none too pleased and insisted they had to go, leaving Donna-Marie worried that she would end up back on the streets. Mac was quick to reassure her that that wouldn’t happen as he revealed that he had swapped Cindy’s bipolar meds for vitamin tablets, and that it would only be a matter of time before she had another episode and was admitted to hospital. In the meantime, Alfie returned from visiting Ellie and was delighted to meet his ‘new family’. This left Cindy torn. Whilst she wanted Donna-Marie and her children out, she couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting Alfie and so she and Marnie teamed up to help prove to him that Donna-Marie was trouble. After a snooping attempt in Donna-Marie’s bedroom resulted in her and Marnie having to hide under the bed listening to her getting down and dirty with Mac, Cindy realised she’d have to let Alfie see the true Donna-Marie for himself. Stealing Donna-Marie’s purse, Cindy headed along to the Emporium, trashed the place, and planted the purse in amongst the chaos...

The following day, Liberty was devastated to discover that the Emporium had been trashed and it didn’t take long for Cindy to ‘find’ Donna-Marie’s purse. However, any hopes she’d had of pinning the crime on Donna-Marie were dashed when Alfie walked in on Cindy and Marnie arguing over what to do with the £40 they’d stolen from the Emporium. Whilst all this was going on, Mac was enjoying playing mind games with Cindy by hiding photos of Dirk around the house, leading her to believe that Dirk was haunting her. By the end of the week, Cindy’s mental state had deteriorated rapidly and she ended up punching Donna-Marie. Mac’s plan looked to have worked, and Cindy was admitted to the psychiatric ward. However, back at the house, Romeo spotted Donna-Marie with Cindy’s ‘medication’ and assumed she was using again. Donna-Marie was quick to defend herself but ended up dropping her and Mac right in it when she told her son that they weren’t actually Cindy’s meds...

Meanwhile, Darren and Nancy’s custody battle continued as the pair prepared for their first mediation session. With Nancy having hired James to represent her, Darren decided he needed a lawyer too, despite Mandy insisting that they couldn’t afford one. Later that day, Darren thought that Christmas had come early when Nancy allowed him to spend some time with the boys and Mandy won £200 on a scratch card. However, Darren’s good fortune didn’t last long when Kyle spotted him talking to Sami and assumed he was looking for legal advice regarding Charlie and Oscar. Kyle took this information straight to Nancy, who was left furious that Darren had supposedly lied to her about not getting a lawyer. With Darren’s time with Charlie and Oscar cut short, he took the £200 Mandy had won to a casino night at The Loft. With Kyle and his camera also enjoying a night out, it didn’t take long for this information to make its way to Nancy...

The following day, Darren and Nancy attended their first mediation session but things didn’t go well when Nancy brought up Darren’s recent return to gambling, causing Mandy to storm out. As Darren and Nancy continued to argue, they were told that, if they couldn’t reach a compromise, a judge would decide where the boys should live. Once the session was over, Nancy headed to the toilets, where she was shocked to find Mandy doubled over in pain, fearing that she was losing the baby. Mandy was rushed to hospital, where a scan revealed that the baby was alive but may have Spina Bifida. Nancy, who had remained with Mandy throughout, encouraged her to be honest with Darren when he arrived, but Mandy couldn’t bring herself to do so, and instead, told Darren that everything was fine.

Elsewhere, Sienna was delighted when Sally offered her the chance to sit in on a lesson at Hollyoaks High. However, Sienna found herself thrown in at the deep end when Sally had to momentarily leave the classroom and it didn’t take long for chaos to break out as Juliet initiated a game of catch with a model heart. Brooke clearly felt uncomfortable with what was going on but soon found herself in the firing line when Juliet threw the heart to her, just as Sienna turned round. Assuming that Brooke was the ring-leader, Sienna attempted to tell her off, causing Brooke to have a meltdown in front of the class. Luckily, Laurie, who was in for an interview, was able to comfort Brooke, and Sally was so impressed, she offered him the job.

In other news this week, with no job and no Imran, Misbah was spending her days buying crap from shopping channels, causing Farrah much concern. With Farrah going to help Grace re-decorate her flat, she suggested that Misbah tag along too, pointing out that it would be a good way for Misbah to get to know Grace better. Things seemed to be going well until Misbah found a taser in a drawer! The following day, Misbah relayed her concerns to Farrah and Grace later turned up at the Maalik’s and revealed that the ‘taser’ was actually an epilator, leaving Misbah embarrassed. Keen to prove to Misbah that she’d moved on from the life of crime, Grace invited her to The Loft and Farrah was mortified to later find her Mother and girlfriend tearing up the dance floor! Finally, the Donovan’s prepared for Glenn’s will reading. Believing that a small fortune was coming their way, Jesse planned to invest the money in the salon, and managed to get Liam on board too. However, the Brothers were disappointed to find that Glenn had left them nothing but a mountain of debt.

5 Things We Learned This Week:

1. Marnie and Cindy are the friendship I didn’t know I needed. More please!

2. Price Slice is a very sophisticated shop these days. They sell falafel sandwiches and everything. Must be Simone’s influence.

3. Tasers and epilators are easy to mix up. Let’s just hope that Misbah never takes a trip to Boots. She’ll hyperventilate at all the weaponry on sale.

4. Hollyoaks writers love a little joke with the audience. “I was a different person back then”, Liam told Jesse as the pair reminisced about them opening the salon. Yes you were, Liam. Back then, the thought of killing someone filled you with horror. Now, pulling a trigger is as easy as flushing the toilet. Then there’s the fact you now have a totally different face...

5. Mac needs to get under the wheels of a bus, like, now. I understand that there’s always been unfinished business with Mac and it makes sense to have him around for James finding out about Romeo but his recovery from Locked-in Syndrome and subsequent return was ludicrous and his behaviour towards poor Cindy this week was despicable. Get in the bin, Mac.

Characters Featured:

Alfie, Brooke, Charlie, Cindy, Darren, Diane, Donna-Marie, Farrah, Grace, Jack, James, Jesse, Juliet, Kyle, Laurie, Liam, Liberty, Lily, Lisa, Mac, Mandy, Marnie, Misbah, Nancy, Oliver, Oscar, Prince, Romeo, Sally, Sami, Sienna, Sinead and Tony.

Past Characters Mentioned:

Patrick Blake, Esther Bloom, Holly Cunningham, Jude Cunningham, Becca Dean, Adam Donovan, Glenn Donovan, Tracey Donovan, Milo Entwhistle, Grace Hutchinson, Celine McQueen, Ellie Nightingale, Nathan Nightingale, Katy O’Connor, Francine Osborne, Jack Osborne Jr, Dirk Savage.

#Hollyoaks #Highlight #DonnaMarie Quinn #Mac Nightingale #Cindy Cunningham #Marnie Nightingale #Alfie Nightingale #Darren Osborne #Nancy Osborne #Charlie Dean #Oscar Osborne #Mandy Richardson #James Nightingale #Oliver Morgan #Brooke Hathaway #Laurie Shelby #Farrah Maalik #Grace Black #Misbah Maalik

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platypus-quacks-too · 6 years

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I was tagged by @boundtobeafraid (Sincerely thanks Sol ❤️ I am bored af and at least I used this last half hour in a slightly more interesting way than watching night tv and eating candies lol)

1. Name? Luana

2. Nickname? For everyone and their mom I am Lu. For my mom I am sometimes Luna (I let her only because it means ‘moon’ in Italian so it’s kind of cute)

3. Height? 1.60 m / 5’ 3"

4. Orientation? Basically straight, periodically Gayim 😁

5. Nationality? Italian

6. Favourite fruit? Raspberries, loquats, bananas

7. Favourite season? Spring and Fall. Give me the old, good middle seasons. I don’t mind Winter either, I surely prefer cold over hot.

8. Favourite flower? What? I don’t think I have one.

9. Favourite scent? Fog. I know it’s an odd answer but I love the smell of fog. I guess because some very happy moments of my life happened in a place where often it is foggy.

10. Favourite colour? Purple

11. Favourite animal? Read carefully my url again. Also rabbits and pugs.

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? All of them. I drink tea in the morning, hot chocolate when I treat myself, coffee after meals (and I mean espresso, not whatever you guys drink calling it coffee)

13. Average hours of sleep? Anything from 4 to 10. I have always had an absurd biorythm and it has just become worse in this last year.

14. Dogs or cats? Both is good. I love pugs, but cats are just an entire higher level of wonder.

15. Favourite fictional character? Amy Farrah Fowler

16. Number of blankets you sleep with? Two.

17. Dream trip? I’d love to see live a tbbt episode before it ends, and maybe in the meantime get to meet some of my amazing gurls scattered around the world. And honestly in general every place is a dream trip for me.

18. Blog created? March 2010

19. Number of followers? 1678

20. Random fact? The so called duck test says 'If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck’. Well, except in Australia. There it may be a platypus, 'cause you know, platypus quacks too 😉

I am tagging @bigbangenthusiast @stellina2a @nerdforestgirl @littlelumpofwool

#personal #tag games

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farrahaliceblack-blog · 6 years

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(THIS LONG AF SO GET TEA FIRST) I keep myself as busy as possible and surround myself with beautiful people and beautiful things, so much so that sometimes I barely notice things getting worse. Or when I do notice, I make poorly worded jokes that only I find funny because it's so ridiculous for me to feel like this when theres so much love around me. But then there are times when nothing around me feels real, and my voice can't escape from my chest, and the cogs have stopped turning. I sleep too much and wash too little, I can't remember what food is supposed to be like anymore, and everything inside just grinds to a halt. So this is just a PSA that I have depression and sometimes I forget, until it eventually creeps up on me and kicks me in the teeth. So if I've been behaving weirdly, if I've seemed zoned out, if I've not been myself, it's because Farrah is currently under maintenance and will be returning at her healthiest convenience. And if you have depression or any other mental health issue, please be as open about it as you feel comfortable. I want to talk about mental disabilities as much as physical one's, especially when I feel this can affect the people around me. I'm going to be completely fine, and I fully know this. I just need to spend a day in bed (✅), cry about everything and nothing for a while, publicly write about my f e e l i n g s *shudder*, scrub my face, replace the water that leaked out my eyeballs, put on my ☆new☆ favourite dress and GET THE FUCK UP! Life is too short to not go outside. Life is too short to wear boring clothes. Life is too short not to order pizza for the third time this week. Will any of this cure my depression? fuck no! But getting out of bed and doing the best I can whilst feeling the worst is a small step towards feeling...better. Maybe I'll never feel the best but I dont believe we're meant to be happy all the time anyway, and better is always something to aim for. I love you all, and I'm working on remembering to love myself just as much. In the meantime, LOOOOOOK AT THIS DRESS!? IT'S THE DRESS I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED AND THE CHILD I NEVER WANT ❤❤❤❤

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zillowcondo · 7 years

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This & That: June 16, 2017

Books

—Footsteps: From Ferrante’s Naples to Hammett’s San Francisco, Literary Pilgrimages Around the World by The New York Times

Have you ever wondered where the inspiration was derived for an author to sit down and pen what we now deem a beloved classic? Well, in a new book based off The New York Times’ Travel column Footsteps, many of such wonderings will be answered. For travel and literature lovers, pour over the journeys of the artists and see where their muse for creativity was found.

—Girling Up: How to be Strong, Smart and Spectacular by Mayim Bialik

Dr. Mayim Bialik (aka Blossom or Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler) has just released a new book for young readers, but I think it may just be perfect for anyone raising, teaching or being a role model for any girl in your life. Girling Up shares the why behind the questions of growing up. The physiological, biological and sociological events that occur and often leave girls and their parents perplexed is clearly explained through inclusion of scientific facts, personal anecdotes, and wisdom. Critics are loving and I too am now certainly curious.

Francophile find

—Murder in Saint-Germain by Cara Black

The latest book in mystery writer Cara Black’s Aimée Leduc series was just released last week, and it is set in Paris, July 1999, and it is certain to keep readers intrigued and on the edge of their seats. With Aimée’s child now 8-months old, not only is she already working on a big case, the novel begins with Leduc being blind-sided by a Brigade Criminelle agent on an elite counterterrorism squad who adamantly believes she is being stalked by a ghost. With each of the novels I have read by Black, when I do sit down to read, they don’t last long as I stay engaged from chapter to chapter, and if I don’t have to, I do not want to put it down. Perhaps this will be yet another to pass a few leisurely hours.

—A Paris Year: My Day-to-Day Adventures in the Most Romantic City in the World by Janice MacLeod

Being released on Tuesday June 20th, author of Paris Letters, Janice MacLeod shares her journal so-to-speak of her first year in Paris. As an artist, illustrations play an integral role, and what readers will be gifted with will be a love letter to a city so many of us adore. With personal anecdotes and beautiful memories with vivid imagery, pick up A Paris Year and be swept away to France no matter where you live.

Shopping

—Moroccan Straw Shopper Bag

Measuring 21″ by 20″, this medium size straw tote is perfect for a jaunt to the farmer’s market to pick up a few items for an evening dinner. Not too cumbersome, it could easily be your tote of choice for summer style. If you would like to look at more farmer’s market tote options, have a look here.

Television

—Grantchester, Season 3 premiere

PBS is full of premieres this weekend (see below), and one is the season three premiere of Grantchester. Masterpiece Mystery returns with the sleuthing clergyman and his unofficial crime-solving partner Gordie this Sunday, June 18 ,at 9/8c.

—The Great British Baking Show, Season 4 (season 7 in the UK)

After much patience, the fourth season of PBS’ version of The Great British Bake-Off, known in the states as The Great British Baking Show, will premiere! Today in fact. Be sure to tune in or set your DVRs at 9pm for the first episode of what was season 7 in the UK.

~recipe for Creamy Garlic Herb Mushroom Spaghetti~

The last weekend has arrived before the final week of school, and I, as I am sure my students are, am ready for the shift of schedules. Don’t be mistaken, the school year offered an inspiring group of students who I will greatly miss not having in my class next year, but as with nurturing and growth of any kind, the next step needs to be progressed toward and the transition needs to include a time to celebrate and savor all that has been accomplished, which I feel fortunate to say was much. After next week, I will be savoring and appreciating, and I hope they will be as well. I cannot wait.

In the meantime, this weekend Paris Can Wait has finally arrived in Bend. Showing at the small boutique theater in town, I will be there with bells on and will be sure to recommend it if it is as good as I think it will be. Tune in to an upcoming Petit Plaisir on the podcast if all goes well (it’s Diane Lane in France, how could it possibly go wrong???).

And now to the weekend. Below are a few articles I thought you might enjoy, and doesn’t the pasta dish above look decadently delicious? A must-try that may make its way onto my dinner table this weekend. Thank you for stopping by and until Monday, bonne journée!

~How to Snack (or not) Like a French Person

~French Etiquette to Make Your Visit Even More Enjoyable

~15 Wonderful Signs You Are in the Right Relationship

~7 Things to Stop Believing in order to Live a Successful Life on Your Own Terms

~7 Things to Stop Buying as You Actually Do Not Need Them

~A worthwhile read revealing the distinct difference from one culture to the next of a woman’s role, place and expectation . . . America Made Me a Feminist as written by a Swedish woman.

This & That: June 16, 2017 published first on http://ift.tt/2pewpEF

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Mom Bear’s Chair (Commission)

The supercool Aurastrasza wanted, for one of his Patreon prizes, a story of his femboy sabertooth Leorajh getting sat on by mombear Farrah. Fortunately for him, that's what mombear is made for. :D Thumbnail background is from Textures.com. Farrah, Kahnso and writing (C) me Leorajh (C) FA: aurastrasza

"You gonna play nice with Mayor Aura's little faggy secretary while we're out?"

Farrah smiled. It was not a coy expression, just the patient countenance of a mom who regularly dealt with an emotional fifteen-year-old son. The parallels she drew between her cub and Kahnso were staggering, and she let them be known on sweaty, knotted nights with the singer when he wanted to fuss and bitch.

"I think he's actually her Chief of Staff," the black bear corrected. She patted Kahnso's shoulder and went back to trimming, pruning his split ends with small, sharp scissors. "You really doll yourself up for this lady - s'kinda weird..."

Kahnso frowned at her in the mirror. "Aura and I are just friends. I like to look good, cameras're gonna be everywhere. They always are when I'm around."

"Sure, sure," Farrah chuckled. "'Sides, you already have me around to fuck silly, right?"

"Exactly," Kahnso agreed in an unironic tone of voice. "Leorajh wants to meet you, either way. He really likes what you do with my hair."

The bear dragged a steel comb through Kahnso's locks. Black, orphaned strands fluttered down to the floor. "Boy, traveling with a rock singer and licking his butthole on a nightly basis, and sleeping with his friends' associates? Mom was so wrong about my career choices."

Kahnso smiled, full of sleaze. "I mean, you can stop licking my ass if you want. We can just snuggle."

She laughed and popped him on top of the head with her comb, making him wince. "As if, that's my favorite part of you. You'd better go shower up now. I doubt your friend wants you shedding all over dinner."

"Gee whiz, sure thing mom," Kahnso chirped as he climbed out out of the chair with some difficulty. Farrah pretended not to notice when he bent and rubbed his knees. Clothes and towel in hand, he went into the bathroom and gulped some Advil with a fistful of water from the tap. He called a moment later, over the splash of shower water, "You want to help with the hard-to-reach spots, sugar?"

Farrah always wanted to help with the hard-to-reach spots. Like the sweat and loose hair under the steaming water, Farrah's remembrance of his wincing over bad joints washed away as he plowed her against the shower wall.

Much later that evening when Kahnso and Aura were off in the back of a limousine with tinted windows and a tight-lipped driver, Farrah made her way to Leorajh's apartment. She found herself liking Australia quite a bit, or at least the city Mayor Aura presided over. She thought it was unfortunate that Kahnso's girlfriend was too skittish to fly and visit the country herself.

The black bear's thoughts swiftly left Kahnso's girlfriend when she finally made it up to feline's home. She had never seen him before, knowing only that he was a big cat and a big faggot, the latter a bit of frankness nobody would outright confirm save for Kahnso, but which was never denied. When she saw Leorajh with her own two eyes, dressed for comfort in a bathrobe made to look like a Japanese kimono, wearing his hair long and straight with his hips making an alarmingly feminine shape in his clothing, she understood that he was most definitely a sissy. His obviously interested eyes, however, marked him as anything but a homosexual.

"You must be Mrs. Kushner," Leorajh said amicably, smiling a smile framed by saber teeth. He stepped away from the door and gestured, coaxing the bear in. He watched her hips and wide bottom as she entered. "Sorry for the bath robe," he chuckled, closing the door. "Comfortable clothes are hard to come by."

Farrah took a fleeting look around Leorajh's apartment. It was not a penthouse, but the cat still plainly lived in the lap of luxury. Hardwood floors underfoot; high ceilings overhead; a large television on the wall and a black sofa with a curve made for intimate cuddling sat before it. The illusion of fire crackled in a false fireplace nearby. Farrah was impressed.

She turned to look at the cat, following him with her head as he stepped around her, brushing against her within a hair's breadth. Liking what she could see and knowing exactly why she was really there, she tutted, "I just walk around my house nude, when my son is away. That's the most comfortable way to be."

Leorajh smiled, resting a paw on the sash of his robe. Tiger lilies bloomed all over it, adding garish color to moody blue fabric. "I like how you think, Mrs. Kushner," he purred, pulling the sash. The robe eased apart and he was about to shrug it off when the mother bear took him by the shoulders and pulled it down for him. Blinking, smiling, he tittered, "Well, goodness. I suppose you have to be proactive working with somebody like Kahnso, hm, Mrs. Kushner?"

Farrah bumped the thick, black pad of her nose into Leorajh's and smooched his lips. "Just call me Farrah - Mrs. Kushner is my mother-in-law." When Leorajh smooched her back, she cooed, "Or you can call me mom. If you really wanna, that is."

The cat slipped his arms around Farrah, hugging her loosely. Her large bust kept him somewhat at bay, preventing his wide hips from resting easily on hers. He thought that was a shame; her hips were even wider than his, and that was a surprisingly rare thing for him to encounter. "Mom, hm? I think I'd only indulge in that kind of role-playing if you were wet-nursing me." He winked and grinned. "Hint-hint."

"I've been dry for fourteen years, cutie," Farrah said with a chuckle. "You can still suck on 'em if you wanna, though... I'd let a sweet boy like you do just about anything."

If the mama bear was out of milk, that was a shame - but Leorajh was happy because he'd heard his favorite word when it came to sex. "Anything, hm?" He dragged his manicured claws down her back, pricking her lightly through the t-shirt she wore. His paws closed around her plush ass cheeks and squeezed until they dimpled. "My, but that's a dangerous word to use around me."

Farrah chuckled knowingly. She licked Leorajh's cheek with her big, broad bear tongue then nuzzled the wet spot. "Yeah, Kahnso warned me about that. Lucky for you he likes a fat ass on his face. Imagine if the tabloids knew."

The lion was modest. "I like to think my ample attributes could make anybody enjoy being sat on. What about you, however?"

A playful growl welled up in Farrah's throat. She nipped Leorajh's neck, finding it too open and feminine to ignore. The cat's gasp was a pleasure all its own. "Would I enjoy your big butt on my snout? Probably... usually I'm the one doin' the sitting. Could be fun to switch it up some."

The bear let Leorajh go and he shed his bathrobe into a heap on the floor, kicking it aside. Paws on her broad shoulders and a small, but very eager erection poking from his hips, he smiled toothily and purred, "What a fun woman you seem to be. No wonder Kahnso takes you along when his lovely lady won't accompany him. Does she know?"

"She's watched," Farrah said, proudly. "Sweet girl. Real pretty, nice hair. I showed her a thing or two about keeping her man happy. Sure worked on my old man."

Leorajh knew about her husband. He knew quite a lot, in fact, including that she ran a salon and had two kids. It wasn't creepy obsession that gave him so much knowledge over her but just retention of things he'd heard here and there spending time among Kahnso and Aura when they weren't conjoined at the hip. So when she mentioned her husband even in such jovial context, he nodded respectfully - and then kissed her cheek. "I'm sure a pretty mother like you knows exactly how to make a man happy, be it sexually... or with a nice dinner."

Farrah grinned, but there was a blush to it. She nipped Leorajh's lips and started nudging him toward his sofa. "You're saying I better cook you dinner, is that it?"

"I wouldn't say no if you felt obligated to after a thorough ravishing, no," Leorajh replied with a wide, smug grin. The bear returned it as she shoved him back, making his naked body hit the cushions.

"You're gonna have plenty to eat once you get a mouthful of my bush, you little dick," she laughed, straddling him. Her jeans were terrifically snug on her and as Leorajh's small, stiff penis ground against her loins, she cooed. "Cute dick. Fun Size, huh?"

"That's one way of putting it." Leorajh worked his paws under her shirt from the back, lifting it with lazy strokes against the grain of her black fur. "Mmm, you're very soft. I keep telling Mayor Aura how perfect she'd look with a bit more meat on her bones."

Farrah gyrated against his hips, crushing his small cock in a way he found unbearably erotic if the manner in which he was grinding and hissing was any indication of his feelings. "I've met her, yeah... she's got the figure for it, she'd look fine as hell with a little chub to her."

"Mmm, god. In the meantime, suppose I'll just have to make due with you, mom," said Leorajh with a wink. He chuckled slyly, pushing his fingers under her jeans and panties. He rubbed the naked hemispheres of her bottom reverently. "You've got such a perfect body. I'm jealous Kahnso gets to take you home."

The bear smiled, taken in by the flattery. She made a point of nibbling his cheek. "Lil' sweet-talker, aren't you? I bet you'd get sick of me after just a week together. Yelling at you about picking your clothes up and washing behind your ears."

"I'll have you know I'm extremely hygienic," Leorajh jabbed, yet his face was ever coy. "Unlike the boys you seem to put up with."

She snickered, yanking his head ahead quite roughly to bite his neck. His sudden gasp and the way he dug his claws into her fat hide betrayed just how surprised he was by the roughness, but he pushed his pelvis into hers needfully. "Mmm, well, Kahnso's pretty good about cleaning up after himself... although he usually just walks around naked when I'm visiting, anyway."

With blushing cheeks, the big cat slipped his girly paws under the front of Farrah's shirt. The white block lettering spelling KOCAINE KAHNSO distorted under his touch. "So he's your oldest, hm?"

"He calls me mom sometimes, if that's what you're getting at." A peck on his lips, then she growled into his ear, "No bra. You're welcome, cutie."

"Thanks, mom," he sighed, clutching the mama bear's unencumbered jugs. They were easily among the thickest breasts he'd ever handled, and not entirely perky in that regard, but he appreciated the ways in which women aged. He thumbed her stiffened nipples, finding himself wondering what color they were.

Farrah closed her blue eyes and lightly gnawed Leorajh's ear, letting her loose jowls do much of the work. She rode his hips, pushing her pussy into his small penis over and over again, wondering how long it would take him to pop without her even taking her pants off. Into his ear, keeping its edge on her lips, she rumbled, "Real mama's boy, aren't you? You like older women, huh? MILF hunter?"

Leorajh closed his eyes too, relaxing against the couch. He rubbed Farrah's breasts in small circles, using his claws to lightly prick and scrape her nipples, tweaking the tiny bumps around the nubs. "Not exclusively," he chuckled. "You older ladies do have a certain charm, though..."

"We know what the fuck we're doing," growled Farrah, dipping her tongue into his ear a second later. She nibbled down the side of his head and pecked his lips when she was near them. With all her weight and strength, she shoved her hips down, mashing his cock between her loins and his; his low and needful mrowl was the most plaintive but genuine sound of pleasure Leorajh had dared make in months.

The beautiful bear pulled back, resisting Leorajh's grasp on her breasts, pulling her shirt outward before his paws finally fell away. "God, you're cute," she said, staring down into his feminine face. She made a show of licking her lips, smearing them with slobber. "And you're making me awfully wet."

Smiling wider, blushing, Leorajh laughed. "So direct. I've got a chicken-or-the-egg conundrum now."

Although Farrah tilted her head a moment, she didn't waste any more time in getting what she wanted out of Leorajh. She pulled the big cat aside, forcing him to lie on his sofa, head near the corner nook. Momentarily off the cushions herself, she undressed and gave the cat a good look at her full, black body. He was pleased to see that her nipples were pink and her carpet matched her drapes.

Climbing over Leorajh let him see that her bearded muff was noticeably damp. She asked playfully, "And what might that be, cute stuff?"

He took hold of her fat bottom as it hovered over his face, parting the cheeks slightly and baring a pink, mildly puffy pucker. "Well, were you this forward before you met Kahnso, or after?"

Farrah smirked, thrusting her ass down. She made Leorajh's face vanish under her plump cheeks, and his nose rubbed more-or-less into the pucker of her anus. "Before. Definitely before. I like to think I taught him a few things, too."

Understandably silenced but fine with the burden, Leorajh gripped the bear's chubby ass cheeks and let himself enjoy the pillowy hell he was stuck in. Farrah's body was clean, her fur conditioned and soft - no surprise given her vocation. Her ursine musk was delicate, but obvious with his nose stuffed right into the pucker of her asshole; Leorajh savored the intimacy and licked firmly and impartially across the run of her taint, where her fur was at its thinnest.

Grinning with eyes narrowed, Farrah gyrated skillfully upon Leorajh's pretty face. She clutched his genitals, stroking his penis with a thumb and forefinger, caressing his sack with the entirety of the other paw. In spite of the man she took alleged business trips with, Farrah wasn't a size queen. She enjoyed them big and small, and as she leaned over Leorajh and slopped her great, pink tongue over his penis, the moan she let loose was sincere.

Farrah's muff drooled on Leorajh's chin. Although he was licking only the bottommost edge of its lips, where they came together into a subtle vee shape, the bear loved his attention. It was one of the benefits of being a middle-aged mom that any attention from a male half her age was enough to make her happy; genuine lust and skilled lovemaking could give her a high for a week.

Leorajh was mostly helpless under her fat bottom, but his paws roamed her back and often swept around to her breasts. His cock throbbed needfully against the slick surface of her tongue, his balls aching in her gentle, chubby fingers; he was obviously in love with her body and her touch.

Although her large mouth was overkill, Farrah gulped Leorajh in, pushing her thick nose pad into his balls. She gulped and slobbered him, abusing his modest meat with the bulk of her tongue, grinding his cock into her palate as often as she could.

Beneath, trying to up the ante himself, Leorajh dragged his tongue exclusively across the slightly swollen button of her pucker. He guessed, somewhat rightly, that Kahnso must have enjoyed an awful lot of anal sex to keep her well-trained asshole in such a state of puffiness all the time. He didn't know the fellow she called her boyfriend had a horsecock and liked to put it there too.

With the bear doubled over, Leorajh found her breasts more troublesome to stroke and squeeze. He reached underneath her, down the chub of her belly in toward her groin. Feeling through the wiry hairs of her bush, he tweaked her clitoral hood and eased his fingers into her, claws fully retracted. His less dominant paw stayed on her bottom.

Farrah groaned over top of Leorajh, her back heaving. A smile tugged at her occupied jowls, trying to make her grin again. She let go of his balls and forced herself lower still, cupping the paw around his thigh and lifting him by it. With her mouth opened wide and her heavy tongue slopping past his loins, she outrageously dragged his delicate balls into her mouth and sucked the whole package.

It was one the boys never saw coming, and not even the worldly Leorajh could believe what was happening. His cocksure face was a mask of total bliss, unseen though it was under the bear's broad ass. He kissed her anus dreamily and tickled inside of her, teasing pink flesh with his soft pads. The bear was hot as an oven in her cunt, more humid than the dog days of summer, and he would have loved nothing more than to pop his nut inside of her. She was a perfect MILF as far as he was concerned.

But Leorajh knew he wasn't going to last. Farrah was just too good at what she did with her mouth, and he felt almost as if she was wasting her talents with his small endowment. Such was the bear's skill that Leorajh didn't want her to stop even though he thought she was overqualified for blowing him.

To Farrah, it was all just good clean fun. Leorajh was such a pretty boy and so eager for her body that she was all too happy to gulp and slobber and suck him until he couldn't handle anymore. She would have just as gladly let him shoot inside of her, or across her tits and her face, or even lick her toes if that was the kind of thing that got him going - she had learned, after forty-odd years, how to be flexible. But then and there, she knew that the cat was close, and she wanted him to feel good.

Without stopping to tease him, Farrah doubled down, sucking so hard that his waterlogged crotch throbbed in her mouth. She smothered him so severely that he couldn't catch an entire breath of air from under her ass. She let go of his thigh, sheepishly realizing she was still holding him up, only to reach under his balls. With the drool she'd let run down his taint, it was trivial to stuff a finger into his ass. He tensed beneath her, toes curling, exhaling his precious air sharply. The mama bear grinned wide.

At last, and very much aware of how passive he'd become in pleasuring her, Leorajh shot into the perfect bear's mouth. As he came he rubbed his feet together, toes curling against each other. He huffed against her ass, drawing his musk-laden breaths with much effort but hardly minding it. His orgasm into the bear's mouth was quite small compared to that of the usual men in her life, but the thought was what counted, as Farrah liked to think. She guzzled down his spunk, loosening the suction enough to let his balls out of her maw, his cock a moment later; her finger stayed buried in him until she climbed off of him, leaving his snout smeared with sweat.

Standing near the couch, Farrah stretched as if getting ready for yoga. Leorajh appreciated the show even in afterglow. He said with a wry little grin (and eyes still dazed from the smothering), "Thanks a lot, mom. You treat all your boys like that?"

"Only the cu-u-ute ones," said the black bear in the middle of touching her toes. "Mmm, now, how's about I lay back and you can show me exactly how thankful you are? I bet a cute kitty like you can get it up again..."

Leorajh sat up with some difficulty. He glanced at his waning erection. "I may be a bit slow to start," he admitted. "I'm not opposed to trying, of course."

Smiling resplendently, Farrah sat back on the hardwood floor. Chubby thighs spread and muff implicitly offered, she cooed, "Somebody's getting a nice dinner when we're done here."

The cat knelt between her legs with a laugh. Dropping to all fours, back arched, peering at the bear over the rolls and mounds of her perfectly feminine form, Leorajh growled, "I was hoping to have you for dessert, actually."

When the cat started to eat - and Farrah was delighted to find that he knew how - the bear sighed and closed her eyes. "That can be arranged, sweet stuff. For right now, just help your mama relax."

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