HEY. IF YOU’RE READING THIS THE NEW BLOG IS LIVE. gives us a follow cause this dumpster fire is D E D.
.....wow rude. Someone wants all my followers to go follow them.
BUT FOR REAL THOUGH.
I’m gonna update here anymore. We’re not deleting this because @something-tofightfor doesn’t want my reblogs to disappear. 🙄🙄
Honestly fair though, I’m proud of everything I’ve reblogged. Y’all are crazy stupid talented and I can’t wait to give all the necessary props from @its-my-little-dumpster-fire
So this is a side blog. And I hate not commenting on your wonderful works of fiction or liking or following or basically anything to reveal the mains identity.....am I a spy?
ANYWHO. making a new blog. Hoping to keep the name. Knock on wood.
And will be reposting ‘Deed I Do and Let it Burn and maybe a little something else I’ve been working on as celebration of new life?
PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V / PART VI* / PART VII* / PART VIII / PART IX* / PART X / PART XI /
There was blood and dust, everywhere.
You shivered as you crouched in an abandoned coat-check area, catching your breath before you had to be on the move, again. Astrid had been adamant that you had to go, and soon.
Breathing in slowly, you couldn’t help but retrace your steps. You had been talking to Astrid one second then suddenly being thrown across the room in another. The first sense that had returned, cutting through the darkness, was your hearing–a high-pitched ringing throughout your skull that muffled everything out…everything except the screaming around you. You had groaned as your head pulsed and you felt something sticky dripping down your face. Your arms were above your head, and you had the sensation that you were being dragged along the polished tile floor, a few steps at a time.
The subtitle of this chapter:
P A R T 2/3
You woke the next morning with a dull ache, just behind your eyes. However as consciousness returned to you and you wiggled, sinking deeper into the embrace of an antique sofa that was never meant to hold bodies for longer than a cup of tea, you became vaguely aware that the thin blanket over your shoulders was not what had kept you warm through the night and most of the morning, based on the pillars of light streaming in from between window panes. The foreign but not entirely unwelcome comfort of long arms and large hands holding you close was much more to blame. Without moving an inch, fearing wakefulness would rid you of this dream, you opened one carefully to survey the scene.
FIRST- WAKING UP IN THAT MANNER? I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THAT, AND THEY ARE THUS:
- yes, please. -si, por favor. -oui, s'il vous plaît. -כן בבקשה -Evet lütfen
…and so on and so forth.
SECOND- “LIKE THAT GATSBY CAT FROM THE AMERICAN STORY BUT WITHOUT THE MURDER.”
Ain’t no party like a gatsby party cause a gatsby party don’t stop until two people are dead and everyone is disillusioned with the jazz age as a whole. Fitting.
ALSO- THE MOMS. OMG BEING SUCH MOMS.
AND THEN- THAT PUNCH. HOW DARE?!
but puffy lip with a lil blood and such is kinda a nice look? idk i have a problem.
LOOK I HAVE ONE QUESTION AND THAT QUESTION IS:
IS. IT. JUNE. FIRST. YET?! i really need these kids to get their silly, messy marriage.
Idk why I didn’t wake up like that this morning. Still bitter tbh.
Moms,
Punches,
And
Weddings, OH MY.
I’m so glad you’re into this. If these can be honest for a second, you’ll definitely be invited to the nuptials.
Combining @ms-delos request: Can I have Logan refusing to go to a doctor?🤣 all macho man! with @funerals-with-cake Could you do ‘A not understanding why B’s doing doing this because ‘nobody has ever taken care of me before’’ from the SicFics, with Logan pleaseeee!! P.S. I adore your writing, it’s next level :)
Thanks for the requests, guys! I hope you like your sick Logan!
*gif not mine*
“I’m not sick,” Logan sniffled.
“You’re sick,” you said back.
“No,” he sniffled again, “I’m fine. The picture of health.” He coughed. “You’re sick.”
“Okay,” you put your purse down and approached Logan, who was lying on the couch wearing nothing but a pink mink coat, “Let me feel your forehead.” He nuzzled into your hand with a soft sigh. He was burning up. “Aw, baby.”
“I’m fine,” he said, face still pressed against your hand, “I just need to get dressed, we have plans tonight.”
You clicked your tongue. “We had plans tonight, but you have a fever. Come on, let’s get you in bed.”
AHHHHHH. YOU GOT ME. YOU GOT ME RIGHT IN THE NEEDY LOGAN KINK
it was me.
Just dead on the floor as you transport my mind to a different time and place where Logan Delos wants to take you on dates, and he owns pink mink AND WEARS IT WHEN HES SICK, and he won’t admit it cause he’s a man which is hilarious to me cause obviously I know he’s a man but like come on Logan, and he’s whiny because someone is caring for him in these super practical ways and he wants to pay her back but this is Logan Delos we’re talking about and Logan Delos doesn’t know what delayed gratification is so he wants to pay her back and he wants to pay her back RIGHT NOW with kisses and and other stuff but she’s smarter than that cause her brain isn’t getting fried by a fever so she just jumps right in doing what logan wont do for himself and I love that so much because whiny horny Logan gets me good but grateful dang I’m lucky to have you Logan is something else entirely.
How’s that for a run on? Horrendous right?
Nailed it.
Do yah gurl a solid and sign me up for fucking everything of yours. Just. Yeah. Everything. Idc. I wanna know.
He is beauty he is grace
Word Count: 6100
Rating: M (language)
Summary: Ryan plays his fist “big” show, which results in having to tell Georgie, Matthew and Jack about his future plans
** You will not understand a darn thing in this if you haven’t read “Neon Lights”, which can be found on my masterlist page **
Author’s Note: A long update, and we STILL don’t even get to the part that I really want to write. Whatever. This story is leading me, and I’m not about to try to fight it.
Tag list: @agent-bossypants @ooo-barff-ooo @likethetailofacomet @traeumerinwitzhelden @mfackenthal @songtoyou @obscurilicious @elanor-of-imladris @thesumofmychoices @suchatinyinfinity @audreychaz
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How do I put this delicately.....
Word Count: 5100
Rating: M (language)
Summary: Your trip to New York City entails a lot of fun - and a little pushback from one of Ryan’s best friends…
** You will not understand a darn thing in this if you haven’t read “Neon Lights”, which can be found on my masterlist page **
Author’s Note: This is not at all what I expected from this part, and it got a litle out of hand… but part 3 will be the part I have been itching to write since the first time I watched Jackie and Ryan.
Tag list: @agent-bossypants @ooo-barff-ooo @likethetailofacomet @traeumerinwitzhelden @mfackenthal @songtoyou @obscurilicious @elanor-of-imladris @thesumofmychoices @suchatinyinfinity
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Ryan is LIVING his best life and the best part, he’s not alone. He’s got a traveling companion on this trip and he’s making the most of it. Ugh. I love it.
Ryan Brenner is so well spoken, but I know he wouldn’t agree. He just gets it. Plain and simple. These boys don’t have anything to lose. He knows because there was a time he didn’t have anything to lose either. Now. There are stakes. There is someone else affected by his decisions and Ryan Brenner just wants to do right by that person. Seriously. Just a good man. Who deserves good things.
I love that he hasn’t turned on Georgie yet, still wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, because that’s his pal. Certainly there’s some tension, but of all the things that Ryan Brenner is, he is not a petty man. He wants to play, so he plays. He wants to go shower with his lady, so he gets dirty before he gets clean. There is freedom in intention and Georgie, I’m sorry, but this shit ain’t gonna fly for much longer. You can’t just come at someone’s happiness and expect them to roll over. Don’t. Work. Son.
Also also ALSO. THIS GIG. IS BIG. AND RYAN. JUST “hi my name is Ryan, we’re gonna play you some songs.” Just—-I—nhhggg
Have I mentioned:
Word Count: 4800
Rating: M (language)
Summary: Picking up a little after we left off, what’s next for you and Ryan? (It jumps around a little, but hopfully it makes sense)
** You will not understand a darn thing in this if you haven’t read “Neon Lights”, which can be found on my masterlist page **
Author’s Note: This was intended to be a simple interlude to see what they’ve been up to… but we all know that I can’t keep things simple. This one is going to be interesting.
Tag list: @agent-bossypants @ooo-barff-ooo @likethetailofacomet @traeumerinwitzhelden @mfackenthal @songtoyou @obscurilicious @elanor-of-imladris @thesumofmychoices
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Here.
We.
Go.
You’re making me feel so many things at once, it’s like cardio reading this. My heart doesn’t know what to do.
One minute, I am practically SQUEALING at bearded shoulder kisses from Ryan Brenner while scrolling through Zillow and planning for a headquarters to share. I mean. Does it get better???
YES ACTUALLY IN FACT IT DOES GET BETTER.
Because this is now the fourth time I’m reading that damn kiss at the car and guess? IM STILL NOT OVER IT. IM NOT OKAY. RYAN WE HAVE TO BUY- YEP. WAY AHEAD OF YOU. HOLY SHIT. No big deal. Except. Hi yes. Very big deal. I love how proud he is, just proud to know her and be with her, not at all intimidated by success, just excited for her and ready to shed some layers and show her how proud he is to be hers. I mean. UGH. WHEN WILL IT COME???
For the sixth millionth time, thanks for reaching into my brain and plucking out every insecurity. Cause yah girl would definitely leave ryan alone a lot out of fear of being smother. Ryan. Baby. I am so sorry for making you feel unwanted. We’re both new at this and it’s just....SIGH. he gets it, of course. This man can honestly do no wrong in my eyes. Which is saying something Bc you know what’s coming but THATS NOT WHY WERE HERE.
And then......FUCKING GEORGIE:
Hashtag I AM NOT WRONG
P A R T 2/3
You woke the next morning with a dull ache, just behind your eyes. However as consciousness returned to you and you wiggled, sinking deeper into the embrace of an antique sofa that was never meant to hold bodies for longer than a cup of tea, you became vaguely aware that the thin blanket over your shoulders was not what had kept you warm through the night and most of the morning, based on the pillars of light streaming in from between window panes. The foreign but not entirely unwelcome comfort of long arms and large hands holding you close was much more to blame. Without moving an inch, fearing wakefulness would rid you of this dream, you opened one carefully to survey the scene.
Firstly, I need to be added to this tag list!
Secondly, I had a strong feeling that announcement would be found! But I had no idea it would be discovered in the papers!! 😱
But she agreed!! John asked such a huge thing of her to go into this false engagement and marriage with him!😍
And then he made that scene with his father and said it was because he stole his wife and caused this silly mess!?!🙄
John, we know it’s because he caused a mess for her! Forced her to go along with this act! An act you don’t want her to have to play because we all know you’re crazy about her!!
Just! Gah!😤
Well done John. You made her run away.
Consider yourself added.
PLOT TWIST. Yeah it had to be found, so publically? Woof. Worst/best case scenario right there.
Of course she said yes, uhhhh whos out here lookin into those puppy dog eyes and saying no...like...to anything??
Not I. That’s for dang sure.
Ok.....he’s a dum dum. We knew that. Now it’s confirmed. Mary Poppins is perfection. We’re all shooting you that look, John Whittaker.
Boy. Wonder what’s gonna happen next.
Ps. I read your writing. I need to start over Bc there is SO MUCH MORE aj and Billy to be read since the last time I checked. So be prepared.
A/N: As you get ready to hear what Billy has to say, both of you go through some of the last conversations you had. *this one contains a prompt from @littledarlinhavefaithinme ‘s “10 Marvelous Things I Hate About You” challenge. Prompt is highlighted*
Warning: Language, violence, tiny bit of lemon zest.
Word Count: 3,920
Crimson leaves fluttered and fell from the sugar maples that lined your street, the sun shining through them like stained glass before they touched down on the cobbled sidewalk. The crisp September air made you shrug a little more deeply into the thick cable knit scarf that Lexi had given you for your birthday- along with a bottle of vodka that she’d helped you finish- but the below average chill did nothing to douse your spirits. You paused to lean down and tie the laces on your boots, adjusting your phone between your ear and shoulder so you could carry on your conversation without interruption.
Oh hey. Look at that. Favorite part to DATE.
Notes:
Everytime you use a line from the show, my brain turns to goo. I love that you’re keeping it all right there. Especially attachments are weaknesses. Billy yelled this at frank, claiming he never had anyone, but that’s not entirely true, is it bill?
Allison blows and not in the good way. Just leave. If you’re that mad, just leave. Don’t make a scene. It won’t change him.
Billy’s anger though, over her assumptions
A lot to talk about. Biggest understatement of the year, kid.
I CANNOT FRICKIN WAIT FOR THIS.
A/N: The truth behind Billy’s absence is about to come out- are you ready to hear everything that he’d been up to? Is he ready to tell you? Just how much is he going to share? And how are you feeling about the sudden reappearance of someone you’d all but said goodbye to?
Word count: 2,654
“Yeah Billy, It’s me.”
Your voice broke and your breath caught. But he knew you. He could tell that you were trying your hardest not to let either of those things happen, and that little crack when you said his name burned his chest like the sharp intake of ice cold air. The bus rumbled beneath his feet, but Billy kept his focus locked sharply on your face. He noted your eyebrows wrinkle above the rim of your glasses and the way your mouth fell open, desperate for a breath. I did that. I hurt her.
He’d never really thought about what it would be like on the other end of his disappearing act. He assumed you’d have forgotten about him by now, that maybe you were upset or confused at first, but that you’d ultimately get over it, shrug him off. He didn’t allow himself to think about you any more than that- he’d cut the ties that would have lead to you being in danger, and that was more important to him than dwelling on things he couldn’t change. He’d never allowed himself to think that you’d needed or wanted him in your life for the long term. No one did. No one ever had before. She’s different though…somehow…she…she did care. In the back of his mind, Billy always knew that the thought that you didn’t care was just another thing that he’d been lying to himself about.
UGGHHHHH
All that anger is so justified. Especially now that we can admit that we LOVED billy. Damn. That Russo disappearing act is a tough one to bounce back from. Regardless of his intentions. He ran and she was left thinking he was gone for good.
What a rollercoaster. Losing Lexi, the literal reason you know billy, to having him walk back into your life. I mean. Serendipitous is one word. Overwhelming is another. It’s full circle, but obviously nothing can replace Lexi. And if someone could it wouldn’t be billy. Just yikes. What a complicated week.
I just wanna throw an arm around Ike and tell him what a good boy he is. Obviously. The best.
And while I’m at it, I wanna throw an arm around Billy and tell him that HIS ACTIONS HURT PEOPLE. so this time, instead of hurting someone....don’t.
This just gets better and better. truly. I love it.
Also. If I had words for the photo I would share them, but I’m still a little messed up about that.
A/N: Billy has to decide how to respond after cutting you from his life five years ago, remembering a time you were there for him when he had no one else to turn to.
Warning: discussion about death
Word Count: 3,022
Shit.
It was unmistakably your voice, and you unmistakably called him by his name. Shit. She’s gonna see… she… I didn’t…I don’t want her to see this… Billy’s upper body froze, his left knee bouncing erratically, thrown by what he’d just heard- by who he just heard. He gripped his thigh with one white knuckled hand to stop the involuntary motion as you moved your seat so that you were right behind him. Pretending not to know you seemed like the flimsiest of plans, but he didn’t see another option. The bus was moving. He couldn’t just get off. And your voice was in his ear.
Go ahead and punch me in the friggin feels why dontcha??
Their last meet up. Oof.
Yeah Billy, you can do whatever and make yourself whoever you choose. I love that he’s got a friend in his corner telling him this stuff.
...other people’s leftovers. bansnflsvskd.
I get it. As someone who has been welcomed into other people’s families, it’s not the same. You can lose them as quickly if not quicker than your own blood. It sucks to have people who say that they want you, but when push comes to shove, their loyalty won’t include you. It just won’t.
Now I realize that’s a little dark, but it’s true and Billy knows. Future billy got to experience that first hand. “Family” I’m assuming as I’m not so sure, would sacrifice themselves for each other. At least frank would. So when his family is taken from him and Billy is NOT RESPONSIBLE but aware of it happening and doing nothing to stop it, welp, that’s where family ends for frank. Obviously.
Past billy isn’t a soothsayer but still, he knows how quickly shit can turn and having someone or something that’s for him, sounds reeeaaally good. He’s got this friend, but given the events of his day, he knows that friends don’t last either.
Tough day and I’m just glad he wasn’t alone in all of it.
Billy Russo, you sly dog. I’ve done that before. I’ve looked square into the eyes of someone I went to school with and said “you must have me confused with someone else.” Does that make me a sociopath? Yeah maybe idk. Point being—he doesn’t want yah gurl to see what he’s become but WAIT. SHE CAINT.
#blindfriendforthewin #onlyrecordedmomentofBillyRussobeingspeechless
