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privateinvestigationsRugrat's on the mend. This parenting shit ain't fucking easy. I need a fucking nap.
privateinvestigationsprivateinvestigationsWho: Clint Chevalier and Angela Ashwood
What: The Dad'ing Thing
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: After this
Clint hadn't slept at all the night before, save for a twenty minute snooze on the sofa before his kid threw up all over him. He was home alone on Dad Duty that night. Lincoln was away modelling on a location shoot and Lexie was following up on a lead with one of her cases in Chicago. Angela was working nights on an important case so whether Clint was ready or not, whether he knew that the hell to do, he was all hands on deck when his baby son, Zephyr, came down with a bug.
He surprised himself how well he kept his shit together. It was awful seeing your child like that and not being able to convey to them it would be okay and he'd feel better soon. He didn't even realise it was morning hours until Angela was coming home. Clint was in the kitchen pouring some apple juice into Zephy's favourite sippy cup then watering it down to see if he would have any luck getting this into him, a suggestion from Richie. He had Zephyr nursed against his chest because every time he tried to put him down for too long, he would bawl, which would make him throw up again. He had fallen asleep so Clint was reluctant to put him down in case he woke him up.
What: The Dad'ing Thing
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: After this
Clint hadn't slept at all the night before, save for a twenty minute snooze on the sofa before his kid threw up all over him. He was home alone on Dad Duty that night. Lincoln was away modelling on a location shoot and Lexie was following up on a lead with one of her cases in Chicago. Angela was working nights on an important case so whether Clint was ready or not, whether he knew that the hell to do, he was all hands on deck when his baby son, Zephyr, came down with a bug.
He surprised himself how well he kept his shit together. It was awful seeing your child like that and not being able to convey to them it would be okay and he'd feel better soon. He didn't even realise it was morning hours until Angela was coming home. Clint was in the kitchen pouring some apple juice into Zephy's favourite sippy cup then watering it down to see if he would have any luck getting this into him, a suggestion from Richie. He had Zephyr nursed against his chest because every time he tried to put him down for too long, he would bawl, which would make him throw up again. He had fallen asleep so Clint was reluctant to put him down in case he woke him up.
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Apr. 7th, 2019 03:20 amprivateinvestigationsJust a head's up, Zeph's turned into a lil puke and shit machine and I dunno if he's contagious. I checked with Richie and he said there's shit going around some nurseries. Don't stress, I'm handling it. I know what to look for if he gets worse.
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Jul. 7th, 2018 01:09 pmgroovykindofloveThis gorgeous piece of adorable is my nephew! #somuchloveomg #babysitting #uncleduties
"Big sister will be watching over you."
Jun. 24th, 2018 04:02 amgroovykindofloveWho: Ainsley and Angela Ashwood
What: Big Sister Wisdom
Where: En-route to New York City
When: Saturday
Since becoming a mommy, Angela had mastered the art of extremely colourful cussing at a tone that wouldn’t wake her son if he was snoozing. Which is exactly what she was doing when a bunch of dickheads wouldn’t let her pull out onto the main road, and another cuntface tried to cut her off by turning too quickly. She smacked the steering wheel in frustration for emphasis, but finally got a gap to safely turn out onto the freeway to head back to New York City from Poughkeepsie. It was a fly-by visit with her folks to pick up Ainsley, who was coming back to the city to live with them again.
With a lot of hard work and soul-searching, her little brother had finally picked up his grades and decided on a career path he wanted to follow for himself, that meant something deep down inside his heart. She always thought he was sweet wanting to follow their family footsteps she, herself, had done and become a cop, but he wasn’t cut out for it. She always knew that, but it was a series of tough lessons he had to learn himself. Very tough, and then some. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a collection of all the shit that happened with their family that did it, or seeing a murdered cadaver at the morgue that turned him off, but whatever it was, it worked.
( Though, it also did traumatise him at a time he was also heartbroken when his boyfriend, Harry, split up with him because Ainsley became a moody, distant bitch that Harry just didn’t have the time to try to force anything to work with... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Big Sister Wisdom
Where: En-route to New York City
When: Saturday
Since becoming a mommy, Angela had mastered the art of extremely colourful cussing at a tone that wouldn’t wake her son if he was snoozing. Which is exactly what she was doing when a bunch of dickheads wouldn’t let her pull out onto the main road, and another cuntface tried to cut her off by turning too quickly. She smacked the steering wheel in frustration for emphasis, but finally got a gap to safely turn out onto the freeway to head back to New York City from Poughkeepsie. It was a fly-by visit with her folks to pick up Ainsley, who was coming back to the city to live with them again.
With a lot of hard work and soul-searching, her little brother had finally picked up his grades and decided on a career path he wanted to follow for himself, that meant something deep down inside his heart. She always thought he was sweet wanting to follow their family footsteps she, herself, had done and become a cop, but he wasn’t cut out for it. She always knew that, but it was a series of tough lessons he had to learn himself. Very tough, and then some. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a collection of all the shit that happened with their family that did it, or seeing a murdered cadaver at the morgue that turned him off, but whatever it was, it worked.
( Though, it also did traumatise him at a time he was also heartbroken when his boyfriend, Harry, split up with him because Ainsley became a moody, distant bitch that Harry just didn’t have the time to try to force anything to work with... )
LOG, COMPLETE
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Aug. 21st, 2017 03:37 amwhatdoesntkillyouCuddles off this perfect bundle before heading to chemo #ourworld #perfection #thoseeyes
"You'll be forever my baby boy."
Jul. 23rd, 2017 08:16 pmamericanskinWho: Angela Ashwood, Lincoln Cole and Clint Chevalier
What: New family dynamics
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Sunday
Everything had changed in these last couple of months. There was no way to ever anticipate what the terrible turn life threw at them, but there was no choice to sink or swim. It was swim only, and swim like the fucking wind because there was a new tiny person who needed them all to have their shit together so he could survive. Angela knew she fell the hardest. She experienced things she thought she would have been immune to, and it was the hardest thing she had ever survived. She faced shit in the past, but this was the worst of all. She struggled. She had a terrible experience with Postpartum Depression where she suffered a terrible phobia that she was going to kill her baby if she touched him. Their time in hospital was a marathon. Not just for her new baby boy, but for her also. She had to be medicated and she had to have a lot of intensive therapy to heal. Gone were plans to breastfeed him, so that avenue of bonding had been annihilated. But she got there, little by little. If he could be strong and fight to survive, she could too.
And he did. More and more each day, he began to gain strength. He didn't thrive, because this wasn't a fake superhero movie where someone farted and saved the world from the Apocalypse. It was a real tiny little baby who survived against the odds, and he was her son. He was little, very little. But he didn't have to be big to be strong. She knew his daddy's genes were definitely on their side, and finally, Nate came by the day before and said Zéphyr was given the all-clear to go home. It was terrifying, but at the same time, the first day of the rest of their lives.
They had received so many gifts for him, that it was impossible to know what to dress him in to take him home. Soon, she settled on a gorgeous little blue and lemon ducky outfit from Lorenzo and Lewis, a little hat from Richie, and tiny knitted booties from Granny Cole. She tied the little bows and then scooped him up into her arms while he slept on. It had been a rough night, but that was part and parcel with the health issues he had. He was alive, that was all the mattered.
What: New family dynamics
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Sunday
Everything had changed in these last couple of months. There was no way to ever anticipate what the terrible turn life threw at them, but there was no choice to sink or swim. It was swim only, and swim like the fucking wind because there was a new tiny person who needed them all to have their shit together so he could survive. Angela knew she fell the hardest. She experienced things she thought she would have been immune to, and it was the hardest thing she had ever survived. She faced shit in the past, but this was the worst of all. She struggled. She had a terrible experience with Postpartum Depression where she suffered a terrible phobia that she was going to kill her baby if she touched him. Their time in hospital was a marathon. Not just for her new baby boy, but for her also. She had to be medicated and she had to have a lot of intensive therapy to heal. Gone were plans to breastfeed him, so that avenue of bonding had been annihilated. But she got there, little by little. If he could be strong and fight to survive, she could too.
And he did. More and more each day, he began to gain strength. He didn't thrive, because this wasn't a fake superhero movie where someone farted and saved the world from the Apocalypse. It was a real tiny little baby who survived against the odds, and he was her son. He was little, very little. But he didn't have to be big to be strong. She knew his daddy's genes were definitely on their side, and finally, Nate came by the day before and said Zéphyr was given the all-clear to go home. It was terrifying, but at the same time, the first day of the rest of their lives.
They had received so many gifts for him, that it was impossible to know what to dress him in to take him home. Soon, she settled on a gorgeous little blue and lemon ducky outfit from Lorenzo and Lewis, a little hat from Richie, and tiny knitted booties from Granny Cole. She tied the little bows and then scooped him up into her arms while he slept on. It had been a rough night, but that was part and parcel with the health issues he had. He was alive, that was all the mattered.
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Jul. 23rd, 2017 03:08 pmamericanskinThis little lovebug is finally off ventilators and mechanical assistance and allowed to go home tomorrow. Can't believe it ♥ #myworld
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May. 30th, 2017 11:34 amprivateinvestigationsAnge fucking finally conquered breastfeeding. That's my boy! I'm hearing you, son. Titties are fucking awesome.
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muserevival | 147.2. Quote
May. 21st, 2017 07:31 pmamericanskinHERE @ muserevival
"You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life." - Unknown
Angela had set herself a daily goal: to visit her son without crying and feeling like an attempted baby murderer. It was hard. Fear, doubt, guilt, hopelessness; they were all bottled up inside her and it felt like a losing battle. She didn’t understand why it was so hard for her to connect with her newborn son, but of course, she was now trying to sort through it with a therapist. Oh, how she didn’t envy a therapist’s job, working day in, day out, with people who believed they couldn’t get better or just plain chose not to because staying miserable was easier anything else. The fighters, the survivors, they didn’t get to have those badges of honour without a fight. Fighting is what she had to do, if she could somehow figure out how.
( The ordeal had left her broken and damaged, and it wasn’t for the first time in her life either... )
muserevival"You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life." - Unknown
Angela had set herself a daily goal: to visit her son without crying and feeling like an attempted baby murderer. It was hard. Fear, doubt, guilt, hopelessness; they were all bottled up inside her and it felt like a losing battle. She didn’t understand why it was so hard for her to connect with her newborn son, but of course, she was now trying to sort through it with a therapist. Oh, how she didn’t envy a therapist’s job, working day in, day out, with people who believed they couldn’t get better or just plain chose not to because staying miserable was easier anything else. The fighters, the survivors, they didn’t get to have those badges of honour without a fight. Fighting is what she had to do, if she could somehow figure out how.
( The ordeal had left her broken and damaged, and it wasn’t for the first time in her life either... )
privateinvestigationsWho: Clint Chevalier and Angela Ashwood
What: Intervention
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday night
Clint was feeling a little life-hungover right now. He wasn't sure what way was up, he felt like he hadn't slept in a month, and there seemed to suddenly be five hundred and fucking one things to think about. And in amongst all that, was a tiny ball of flesh in a glass box at the epicentre of the whole thing. Clint was still adjusting to that part. He was pretty sure he would still be fucking adjusting to it when the kid was up on a stage in a graduation cap and gown.
This fathering thing wasn't coming natural. It wasn't even really coming. He had this undeniably strong connection with the kid, but he still felt like he was a fraud. Lorenzo had the daddy mojo, and so did Lincoln. Lincoln was loving every minute, and despite his own challenges and struggles, he pretty much had the dad reigns right now. No one was pushing Clint to get his shit together. Not really. Coaxing was probably more the adequate description. One thing Clint discovered he fucking loved more than words could say was seeing Lincoln with the baby. It looked so fucking right, but there was something vital missing from the whole equation...
Clint had just been outside for a smoke and was now heading through the High Dependency Maternity Unit. He chatted to Zane briefly to get some updates, and thanked him again for taking extremely good care of Ange for them all. Now he came to Ange's door and knocked softly on the frame. "So, a little fucking birdy tole me you've gone AWOL from the NICU."
What: Intervention
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday night
Clint was feeling a little life-hungover right now. He wasn't sure what way was up, he felt like he hadn't slept in a month, and there seemed to suddenly be five hundred and fucking one things to think about. And in amongst all that, was a tiny ball of flesh in a glass box at the epicentre of the whole thing. Clint was still adjusting to that part. He was pretty sure he would still be fucking adjusting to it when the kid was up on a stage in a graduation cap and gown.
This fathering thing wasn't coming natural. It wasn't even really coming. He had this undeniably strong connection with the kid, but he still felt like he was a fraud. Lorenzo had the daddy mojo, and so did Lincoln. Lincoln was loving every minute, and despite his own challenges and struggles, he pretty much had the dad reigns right now. No one was pushing Clint to get his shit together. Not really. Coaxing was probably more the adequate description. One thing Clint discovered he fucking loved more than words could say was seeing Lincoln with the baby. It looked so fucking right, but there was something vital missing from the whole equation...
Clint had just been outside for a smoke and was now heading through the High Dependency Maternity Unit. He chatted to Zane briefly to get some updates, and thanked him again for taking extremely good care of Ange for them all. Now he came to Ange's door and knocked softly on the frame. "So, a little fucking birdy tole me you've gone AWOL from the NICU."
@ muserevival | 146.1. Lyrics
Apr. 29th, 2017 01:17 pmamericanskinHERE @ muserevival
"But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know."
• Hold On, Good Charlotte
Angela woke up in a Recovery Room with absolutely no idea what had happened. The pain was unbearable and she felt more ill than she thought she ever had in her life. It was chaotic. Too chaotic for her recently-sedated brain to be able to latch onto anything to get her bearings. Nurses, people in scrubs, were trying to talk to her, but the pain was attacking all her senses and she couldn't comprehend what they were saying. Could pain be so loud? She didn't know. She didn't know anything in that moment. All she could do was cry, and crying seemed to make it all worse. She passed out from the pain before anything they gave her to counteract it had a chance to work.
( The second time she woke, at least that she knew of, it was a polar opposite sensation... )
muserevival"But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know."
• Hold On, Good Charlotte
Angela woke up in a Recovery Room with absolutely no idea what had happened. The pain was unbearable and she felt more ill than she thought she ever had in her life. It was chaotic. Too chaotic for her recently-sedated brain to be able to latch onto anything to get her bearings. Nurses, people in scrubs, were trying to talk to her, but the pain was attacking all her senses and she couldn't comprehend what they were saying. Could pain be so loud? She didn't know. She didn't know anything in that moment. All she could do was cry, and crying seemed to make it all worse. She passed out from the pain before anything they gave her to counteract it had a chance to work.
( The second time she woke, at least that she knew of, it was a polar opposite sensation... )
privateinvestigationsWho: Clint
What: Devastation
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this
The worst moments of Clint's life had happened in this fucking hospital. Today was no exception. Anger was the easiest emotion of the whole fucking lot for him to deal with, and he had nearly hit Riley when the news had been delivered that might have to perform an emergency c-section to deliver his son or his and Angela's lives could both be at risk. Clint didn't know how to process any of this. The decision to father a child hadn't really been a voluntary one. It had never been a desire for him. He hadn't gone through any sort of yearning journey to have kids, and never thought it would be something he would do. There was nothing paternal in him.
But Angela wanted him as the baby daddy, and then Lincoln was reluctant to commit to the whole arrangement unless it meant he and Clint were involved as parents just as much as Angela and Emily were. It was the first Clint knew that Lincoln wanted to be a father. But these whole past couple of years of his life had been one fucking large rollercoaster of tragedy and change. This wasn't a place he expected himself to ever be, but now he was being faced with it, he wasn't prepared.
( There had been some emotional progression in recent months. After seeing the 3D/4D scan of the baby, where it didn't just have a face and looked relatively human, it had a gender, and Angela had delivered the news to him that it was his son growing in her gut... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: Devastation
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this
The worst moments of Clint's life had happened in this fucking hospital. Today was no exception. Anger was the easiest emotion of the whole fucking lot for him to deal with, and he had nearly hit Riley when the news had been delivered that might have to perform an emergency c-section to deliver his son or his and Angela's lives could both be at risk. Clint didn't know how to process any of this. The decision to father a child hadn't really been a voluntary one. It had never been a desire for him. He hadn't gone through any sort of yearning journey to have kids, and never thought it would be something he would do. There was nothing paternal in him.
But Angela wanted him as the baby daddy, and then Lincoln was reluctant to commit to the whole arrangement unless it meant he and Clint were involved as parents just as much as Angela and Emily were. It was the first Clint knew that Lincoln wanted to be a father. But these whole past couple of years of his life had been one fucking large rollercoaster of tragedy and change. This wasn't a place he expected himself to ever be, but now he was being faced with it, he wasn't prepared.
( There had been some emotional progression in recent months. After seeing the 3D/4D scan of the baby, where it didn't just have a face and looked relatively human, it had a gender, and Angela had delivered the news to him that it was his son growing in her gut... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
nothingelsemattersWho: Lorenzo Chevalier with Lewis Sheldon (about Angela Ashwood)
What: 911
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday morning
You hear about these miracle stories where tiny little kids saved people's lives by knowing to call 911... you just never expected it to be your own child. Lorenzo liked to think he was a good father. He had been trying to hard since his baby girl was born. She was two now, and even if being addicted to drugs meant she had some medical issues, cognitively, she was a smart little cookie. She wasn't a huge talker, but she talked well regardless. She was more of a snuggler and a giggler. Lorenzo had feared that her speech was delayed when she began to talk and didn't seem to have a whole lot to say, but he had been given vast reassurances by Holly's doctors that she was actually quite advanced. Early on, she would easily attempt to repeat what you said to her, and she learned what things were quickly. Some kids just weren't big talkers, and that was okay.
Knowing she was a little sponge and soaked up learning things quickly, Lorenzo and Lewis had really used that. They talked to her like she was a little person, not a baby, and there was really no holds barred in what they attempt to get her interacting with. Of course, as soon as it became evident she was a fast learning, Lorenzo told his cousin - now twin brother - to make sure he shut the fuck up on the cussing around her. It only took Clint coming to visit one day, Holly pointing at him and saying clear as day 'Fuck', that Lorenzo was only a short step from duct-taping Clint's mouth shut around his little niece.
( One thing they had started to teach Holly was how to dial 911... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: 911
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday morning
You hear about these miracle stories where tiny little kids saved people's lives by knowing to call 911... you just never expected it to be your own child. Lorenzo liked to think he was a good father. He had been trying to hard since his baby girl was born. She was two now, and even if being addicted to drugs meant she had some medical issues, cognitively, she was a smart little cookie. She wasn't a huge talker, but she talked well regardless. She was more of a snuggler and a giggler. Lorenzo had feared that her speech was delayed when she began to talk and didn't seem to have a whole lot to say, but he had been given vast reassurances by Holly's doctors that she was actually quite advanced. Early on, she would easily attempt to repeat what you said to her, and she learned what things were quickly. Some kids just weren't big talkers, and that was okay.
Knowing she was a little sponge and soaked up learning things quickly, Lorenzo and Lewis had really used that. They talked to her like she was a little person, not a baby, and there was really no holds barred in what they attempt to get her interacting with. Of course, as soon as it became evident she was a fast learning, Lorenzo told his cousin - now twin brother - to make sure he shut the fuck up on the cussing around her. It only took Clint coming to visit one day, Holly pointing at him and saying clear as day 'Fuck', that Lorenzo was only a short step from duct-taping Clint's mouth shut around his little niece.
( One thing they had started to teach Holly was how to dial 911... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
americanskinWho: Angela Ashwood and Clint Chevalier
What: What's in a name...
Where: Home, NYC
When: Monday
When Angela got home from a check-up with her OB/GYN, she thought no one was home. The place was quiet and still, when it could sometimes be a hive of activity with so many people under one roof. With a quick survey, she realised Lincoln was asleep in his and Clint's room, the door open just a little, but the room in darkness with the curtains drawn. She was about to go make a cuppa when she spotted a wooden box on the coffee table that she had seen before, and it was sitting on something that looked like an old photo album.
As curious as she was about what they were, she didn't snoop. Things were changing all around them, and since it had come to light that Clint and Lorenzo were twin brothers, and not cousins like they had been led to believe, Clint had been a lot more subdued than normal. Almost veering into broody levels, and Clint wasn't usually a brooder. He was more likely to go and fuck out his frustrations, or go pick a fight, or get drunk to vent his frustrations. He didn't normally dwell.
( That was why she wasn't surprised to look out through the large glass doors onto their balcony and found Clint sitting out there alone. He was slumped in one of the outdoor chairs, feet up on the balcony rail, having a cigarette... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: What's in a name...
Where: Home, NYC
When: Monday
When Angela got home from a check-up with her OB/GYN, she thought no one was home. The place was quiet and still, when it could sometimes be a hive of activity with so many people under one roof. With a quick survey, she realised Lincoln was asleep in his and Clint's room, the door open just a little, but the room in darkness with the curtains drawn. She was about to go make a cuppa when she spotted a wooden box on the coffee table that she had seen before, and it was sitting on something that looked like an old photo album.
As curious as she was about what they were, she didn't snoop. Things were changing all around them, and since it had come to light that Clint and Lorenzo were twin brothers, and not cousins like they had been led to believe, Clint had been a lot more subdued than normal. Almost veering into broody levels, and Clint wasn't usually a brooder. He was more likely to go and fuck out his frustrations, or go pick a fight, or get drunk to vent his frustrations. He didn't normally dwell.
( That was why she wasn't surprised to look out through the large glass doors onto their balcony and found Clint sitting out there alone. He was slumped in one of the outdoor chairs, feet up on the balcony rail, having a cigarette... )
LOG, COMPLETE
"It's a family affair."
Mar. 14th, 2017 01:35 pmamericanskinWho: Angela Ashwood, Emily Cole, Lincoln Cole and Clint Chevalier
What: Things are changing
Where: Home, NYC
When: Monday night
Lincoln had called ahead to them to let them know they were heading through Jersey and would be home soon. It had been a marathon road trip for them, but it was no surprise Clint wanted - and needed - to drive. It was because he had a lot on his mind. Back all those years when they dated briefly, it wasn't uncommon for him to get up in the middle of the night and go driving. It was just part of who Clint was. No one was surprised. But during the phone call, Lincoln warned them had some heavy, significant and distressing stuff had gone down when they were in New Orleans, and it was some things that should probably handled as a family, especially with Lorenzo still sick.
It was worrying and scary, to say the least. Lincoln was usually Clint's rock. Sort of the sturdy foundation beneath him who would pull a bitch fit in a second if Clint was being a cunt. This was different. Lincoln actually said Clint was quite upset and stressed about what he was dealing with, and there was something really important they needed to discuss... all four of them. She had no idea what it was, but she put the kettle on because Lincoln also said Clint was feeling the best. Again. He had been sick frequently lately. She was starting to panic about that. Fuck, if they were going to tell them Clint was dying, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
It was why, in the kitchen, her hands were shaking so much, she dropped and smashed a coffee mug at her feet. "Fuck!" she wore, narrowly missing stepping on the ceramic shards. Then when it all got too much, she just burst into tears. Fucking hormones.
What: Things are changing
Where: Home, NYC
When: Monday night
Lincoln had called ahead to them to let them know they were heading through Jersey and would be home soon. It had been a marathon road trip for them, but it was no surprise Clint wanted - and needed - to drive. It was because he had a lot on his mind. Back all those years when they dated briefly, it wasn't uncommon for him to get up in the middle of the night and go driving. It was just part of who Clint was. No one was surprised. But during the phone call, Lincoln warned them had some heavy, significant and distressing stuff had gone down when they were in New Orleans, and it was some things that should probably handled as a family, especially with Lorenzo still sick.
It was worrying and scary, to say the least. Lincoln was usually Clint's rock. Sort of the sturdy foundation beneath him who would pull a bitch fit in a second if Clint was being a cunt. This was different. Lincoln actually said Clint was quite upset and stressed about what he was dealing with, and there was something really important they needed to discuss... all four of them. She had no idea what it was, but she put the kettle on because Lincoln also said Clint was feeling the best. Again. He had been sick frequently lately. She was starting to panic about that. Fuck, if they were going to tell them Clint was dying, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
It was why, in the kitchen, her hands were shaking so much, she dropped and smashed a coffee mug at her feet. "Fuck!" she wore, narrowly missing stepping on the ceramic shards. Then when it all got too much, she just burst into tears. Fucking hormones.
@ muserevival | 142.5. Ten Things
Mar. 1st, 2017 11:38 amamericanskinHERE @ muserevival
Ten things that frustrate you
1. Preggo. Hormones. 'Nuff said.
2. Dicks. Why the fuck can't you dudes leave them alone for 2 seconds?!
3. Doctors who never run on time.
4. Rude cab drivers. Like, fuck all of you off something tall.
5. No, I don't want you to touch my stomach if you're a stranger. Fuck off.
6. How hard is it not to get jelly or peanut butter in the butter?
7. Yes, I want all 2 dozen Krispy Kreme. Fuck off, I'm eating for 2.
8. Do I look like I want to have a chat with you through a bathroom stall wall?
9. Fuck off, Clitty, you can't play with my boobs. It's your fault they feel like great balls of fire.
10. Morning sickness is supposed to stop after 3 months, FFS!
muserevivalTen things that frustrate you
1. Preggo. Hormones. 'Nuff said.
2. Dicks. Why the fuck can't you dudes leave them alone for 2 seconds?!
3. Doctors who never run on time.
4. Rude cab drivers. Like, fuck all of you off something tall.
5. No, I don't want you to touch my stomach if you're a stranger. Fuck off.
6. How hard is it not to get jelly or peanut butter in the butter?
7. Yes, I want all 2 dozen Krispy Kreme. Fuck off, I'm eating for 2.
8. Do I look like I want to have a chat with you through a bathroom stall wall?
9. Fuck off, Clitty, you can't play with my boobs. It's your fault they feel like great balls of fire.
10. Morning sickness is supposed to stop after 3 months, FFS!
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Feb. 28th, 2017 08:50 pmamericanskinAnd when they turn into adults, it's down other people's pants. Look what we have to look forward to.
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Feb. 8th, 2017 10:39 pmamericanskinJust convinced Clitty he's having a sympathetic pregnancy. If looks could kill, I'd be on ice.
americanskinWho: Angela Ashwood and Clint Chevalier
What: Baby Daddy Business
Where: Home, NYC
When: Sunday afternoon
It was a pretty important day for Angela. It was time for her next sonogram. She had been back and forth about whether she wanted to know the gender or not. Not that, these days, that was always an indication what you would ultimately get. They had firm evidence within their extended family that a birth-assigned gender wasn't always the ultimate. But at this point, until the tiny person grew up and started to understand themselves, this was what they were dealing with.
They had all been going to go as a family affair. Even Lincoln and Emily's granny was over from London for a visit, so she was going to come too. Angela had requested the biggest sonogram room they had available with Haley, but she understood none of this was exactly a conventional situation. Not by a long shot. But by the time the day cropped up, they lost one of their numbers. Clint was usually as strong as a fucking ox. Or a dinosaur that killed an ox. He was certainly hung like one. But the night before, he came home so sick from a job that they were actually concerned he had gotten himself trashed or roofied, or anything along those lines.
Wasn't that sort of job, apparently. He hadn't even gotten much work done before he had to throw in the towel and concede he couldn't plough on. That was a huge sign that he must really be sick, because he was usually a brush it off and not give a fuck type of dude. That morning, with everyone getting up and trying to get their shit together, Lincoln had come out and said there was no way Clint could go because he was burning up and had been up sick all night. Angela knew that. She had gotten up three times because she has a hot water bottle in her gut pushing on her bladder, and each time when she checked in on them, Clint was in the bathroom sick as a dog.
So, they went to the appointment without him. Unfortunately. Angela knew that Clint wasn't really buying into the baby excitement or even seeing himself as a parental figure in the arrangement, but he was still her baby daddy and still one of her favourite humans in the whole world. She felt bad for him that he had to miss it. When Lincoln and Emily went out to have tea with their granny, Angela came home to heap her nursely skills onto Clint, whether he wanted it or not. Besides, she wanted a chat with him after everything, if he was up to it, that was.
Clint was in bed, wrapped up like a sausage roll in the blankets. She thought he was sleeping but when she came into check on him, he opened his eyes. "You look fucking terrible. Fucking hell," she murmured, putting her hand over his forehead. He was still burning. "Part of me wants to drag your ass down to the clinic right now, you know. You legit just sick, or is there something you didn't want to say in front of Linc about the job?"
What: Baby Daddy Business
Where: Home, NYC
When: Sunday afternoon
It was a pretty important day for Angela. It was time for her next sonogram. She had been back and forth about whether she wanted to know the gender or not. Not that, these days, that was always an indication what you would ultimately get. They had firm evidence within their extended family that a birth-assigned gender wasn't always the ultimate. But at this point, until the tiny person grew up and started to understand themselves, this was what they were dealing with.
They had all been going to go as a family affair. Even Lincoln and Emily's granny was over from London for a visit, so she was going to come too. Angela had requested the biggest sonogram room they had available with Haley, but she understood none of this was exactly a conventional situation. Not by a long shot. But by the time the day cropped up, they lost one of their numbers. Clint was usually as strong as a fucking ox. Or a dinosaur that killed an ox. He was certainly hung like one. But the night before, he came home so sick from a job that they were actually concerned he had gotten himself trashed or roofied, or anything along those lines.
Wasn't that sort of job, apparently. He hadn't even gotten much work done before he had to throw in the towel and concede he couldn't plough on. That was a huge sign that he must really be sick, because he was usually a brush it off and not give a fuck type of dude. That morning, with everyone getting up and trying to get their shit together, Lincoln had come out and said there was no way Clint could go because he was burning up and had been up sick all night. Angela knew that. She had gotten up three times because she has a hot water bottle in her gut pushing on her bladder, and each time when she checked in on them, Clint was in the bathroom sick as a dog.
So, they went to the appointment without him. Unfortunately. Angela knew that Clint wasn't really buying into the baby excitement or even seeing himself as a parental figure in the arrangement, but he was still her baby daddy and still one of her favourite humans in the whole world. She felt bad for him that he had to miss it. When Lincoln and Emily went out to have tea with their granny, Angela came home to heap her nursely skills onto Clint, whether he wanted it or not. Besides, she wanted a chat with him after everything, if he was up to it, that was.
Clint was in bed, wrapped up like a sausage roll in the blankets. She thought he was sleeping but when she came into check on him, he opened his eyes. "You look fucking terrible. Fucking hell," she murmured, putting her hand over his forehead. He was still burning. "Part of me wants to drag your ass down to the clinic right now, you know. You legit just sick, or is there something you didn't want to say in front of Linc about the job?"
"A family is what you make it."
Dec. 29th, 2016 01:34 pmphotographicallyWho: Trent Lamont and Angela Ashwood
What: Family time
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Evening after Trent's admission
Trent had a little doctor teddy bear sitting in his lap, which he was studying closely. Not only had Paxton brought him flowers to cheer his room up, but he had his friend, Liam, drop in before his shift to deliver this bear to him to cheer him up. Turned out Liam was just was kind and sweet as Paxton was, also with the same hot accent. For all the pain and sickness he was feeling, Paxton's gestured had certainly gone a long way in putting a smile on his face despite. All that after he valiantly saved his life too.
This whole situation was a bitch, and far from how he wanted to be spending his first days in New York, but what could he do? He was sick and he just had to deal with it until the medicine did its thing and got him better. He was actually facing a surgery at the moment. Again, a shitty situation. He had been scared he was going to lose his job falling ill the first week of it. But Guy had come by to check on him, and reassured him the job would be waiting for him when he was better and back on his feet.
Trent picked up his phone and looked at it. Paxton had asked him if he was on Facebook, but Trent had to confess he had ditched social media quite some time ago after being cyber-bullied. Paxton understood, but said if he ever got back on, to add him so they could stay in touch. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just put Facebook back on and locked his account right down to private...?
What: Family time
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Evening after Trent's admission
Trent had a little doctor teddy bear sitting in his lap, which he was studying closely. Not only had Paxton brought him flowers to cheer his room up, but he had his friend, Liam, drop in before his shift to deliver this bear to him to cheer him up. Turned out Liam was just was kind and sweet as Paxton was, also with the same hot accent. For all the pain and sickness he was feeling, Paxton's gestured had certainly gone a long way in putting a smile on his face despite. All that after he valiantly saved his life too.
This whole situation was a bitch, and far from how he wanted to be spending his first days in New York, but what could he do? He was sick and he just had to deal with it until the medicine did its thing and got him better. He was actually facing a surgery at the moment. Again, a shitty situation. He had been scared he was going to lose his job falling ill the first week of it. But Guy had come by to check on him, and reassured him the job would be waiting for him when he was better and back on his feet.
Trent picked up his phone and looked at it. Paxton had asked him if he was on Facebook, but Trent had to confess he had ditched social media quite some time ago after being cyber-bullied. Paxton understood, but said if he ever got back on, to add him so they could stay in touch. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just put Facebook back on and locked his account right down to private...?
americanskinYou have to put Harry's willy down and get your butt over here right now. We need to go see Trent at the hospital.
"How to be dumb."
Dec. 3rd, 2016 11:39 pmamericanskinWho: Angela and Ainsley Ashwood
What: Damage control
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: After this
The last thing Angela needed right now as a phone call like this from Ainsley. As soon as Ainsley revealed he was with Jace, who was having a seizure, Angela somehow instinctively guessed what might have been happening. She hoped it was maybe Harry there getting a tattoo and Ainsley was with him. Harry already had one, and when she had spoken to Nick recently, he had mentioned how his parents said Harry could get another small tattoo to celebrate making it to the Joffrey Concert Group. Harry wanted a tiny one of ballet slippers on his finger. That could be it, only it wouldn't explain why Ainsley was saying he did something really bad. Because of that, she had to demand he stay on the line to get more information out of him. Jace was in danger. If his fit lasted over a certain time, it was a serious medical emergency. Thankfully, she soon learned Jace hadn't been completely alone. Joanne just happened to have gone up the block to get them some lunch.
Even if she was having a shocking time with morning sickness (damn, Clitty's genes were just as awkward for her as Austin's were), she got to the hospital as soon as she could. She found the bay where Jace was. He was unconscious on the gurney, with Jesse, Riley and Evan all with him. All of them were in scrubs, so Jesse and Evan must have been on duty. Jace was in good hands. There was one small saving grace that Jace didn't have the grand-mal type of seizures like Jesse did, so Ainsley wouldn't have been hurt. Still probably terrified, though. Jace completely blanked out with them, and could still hurt himself if he fell. And she knew that coming out of them could be quite rough. She had seen both Jesse and Jace have seizures at different points.
Ainsley was at the nurse's station with Miles. Thank fuck for Miles. He was a total sweetheart and had his arm around Ainsley's shoulders, looking like he was talking to him to calm him down. Angela hurried up to them. "Jesus fucking christ," she said breathlessly, accidentally channelling Clint. "What were you thinking?"
What: Damage control
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: After this
The last thing Angela needed right now as a phone call like this from Ainsley. As soon as Ainsley revealed he was with Jace, who was having a seizure, Angela somehow instinctively guessed what might have been happening. She hoped it was maybe Harry there getting a tattoo and Ainsley was with him. Harry already had one, and when she had spoken to Nick recently, he had mentioned how his parents said Harry could get another small tattoo to celebrate making it to the Joffrey Concert Group. Harry wanted a tiny one of ballet slippers on his finger. That could be it, only it wouldn't explain why Ainsley was saying he did something really bad. Because of that, she had to demand he stay on the line to get more information out of him. Jace was in danger. If his fit lasted over a certain time, it was a serious medical emergency. Thankfully, she soon learned Jace hadn't been completely alone. Joanne just happened to have gone up the block to get them some lunch.
Even if she was having a shocking time with morning sickness (damn, Clitty's genes were just as awkward for her as Austin's were), she got to the hospital as soon as she could. She found the bay where Jace was. He was unconscious on the gurney, with Jesse, Riley and Evan all with him. All of them were in scrubs, so Jesse and Evan must have been on duty. Jace was in good hands. There was one small saving grace that Jace didn't have the grand-mal type of seizures like Jesse did, so Ainsley wouldn't have been hurt. Still probably terrified, though. Jace completely blanked out with them, and could still hurt himself if he fell. And she knew that coming out of them could be quite rough. She had seen both Jesse and Jace have seizures at different points.
Ainsley was at the nurse's station with Miles. Thank fuck for Miles. He was a total sweetheart and had his arm around Ainsley's shoulders, looking like he was talking to him to calm him down. Angela hurried up to them. "Jesus fucking christ," she said breathlessly, accidentally channelling Clint. "What were you thinking?"
@muserevival 134.1: Lyrics
Dec. 3rd, 2016 05:49 amthemiraclekid"Am I asking all these questions for nothing?
I'm wondering if anyone's there
And I really need to make a confession
I hate to say that I'm a little bit scared."
• Understand, Shawn Mendes
Ainsley knew Ange was going to be mad at him when he'd come up with the idea of getting a tattoo with a forged signature on the permission slip. He honestly hadn't even been a hundred percent sure it was going to work, but Jace had gone for it, and Ains had been beyond thrilled that he was about to get his first ink ever. Angela had told him absolutely not until he was 18, but with the occasion of his birthday just having passed, and Jace being a friend of the family besides, Ainsley knew that it was his best bet to go to Jace for a tattoo. Well, that and the fact that Clint had scared him stiff when it came to seeing an artist he didn't know to ink his body.
( So Jace it was, and the ploy had worked... )
I'm wondering if anyone's there
And I really need to make a confession
I hate to say that I'm a little bit scared."
• Understand, Shawn Mendes
Ainsley knew Ange was going to be mad at him when he'd come up with the idea of getting a tattoo with a forged signature on the permission slip. He honestly hadn't even been a hundred percent sure it was going to work, but Jace had gone for it, and Ains had been beyond thrilled that he was about to get his first ink ever. Angela had told him absolutely not until he was 18, but with the occasion of his birthday just having passed, and Jace being a friend of the family besides, Ainsley knew that it was his best bet to go to Jace for a tattoo. Well, that and the fact that Clint had scared him stiff when it came to seeing an artist he didn't know to ink his body.
( So Jace it was, and the ploy had worked... )
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Nov. 28th, 2016 10:57 pmjustalittlecrushThose moments you remember you have beautiful people in your life. Paris and I just had a visit from Angela Ashwood at the hospital, and she brought him a pamper basket, a guardian angel teddy bear, and a massage therapist to come and give him a hand and foot massage while he has his chemo session.
I may have cried just a little bit.
Okay, a lot. I cried a lot.
I may have cried just a little bit.
Okay, a lot. I cried a lot.
americanskinFRIENDLY REMINDER: The surprise birthday party for Ains and Haz under the guise of a Halloween party is still 100% a-go!
@ Nick and Cheyne's place, Sunday, starts at 7pm
Halloween costumes compulsory, or you don't get in!
@ Nick and Cheyne's place, Sunday, starts at 7pm
Halloween costumes compulsory, or you don't get in!
[ DELIVERY] To Emily & Angela
Oct. 19th, 2016 01:37 amjustalittlecrushWe just wanted you to know we're thinking of you both, and wish you all the best for the tough times ahead.
Love Paris and Michael
Love Paris and Michael
"Some kind of surprise."
Oct. 9th, 2016 01:34 pmamericanskinWho: Angela Ashwood and Emily Cole
What: Surprise, surprise
Where: Paradise aka the Maldives
When: Saturday morning
Angela was pretty damn proud of the bikini body she had managed to regain after having Elliott for Austin and Beau. Sure, she had some stretch marks and a bit of a post-baby belly thing happening, but overall, she had bounced back awesomely. And what better excuse to break out a bikini than on her honeymoon. They had a luxury beach cabin over the glorious aqua water next to Clint and Lincoln. Angela had fast gotten used to the sunlounges with the water lapping around them. She had never been this relaxed in her entire life.
Emily was already out there waiting for Angela to get her ass into gear. They had a really late night, because what was the point of the honeymoon if you couldn't stay up making love until the early hours of the morning? Initially, it had been making out on the beach that was planned, but when they walked down to the shore hand-in-hand, they spotted Clint and Lincoln already getting their beach sex on in the sand, so they left them to it and went back to their cabin to objectify the hot tub... and the sofa, and the dress, and the wall outside the bathroom, and the vanity, and the bed.
Angela was horny. Which is exactly the reason she was late getting out to waste away some hours lying with her wife in the sun. She waded out into the water where Emily was sitting and plopped down on the lounge beside her. "Guess what? Close your eyes," she said, grabbing Emily's hand eagerly. That was as far as she got, though. All of two seconds later, her stomach was doing this abrupt lurch thing. She did this clumsy basic bitch scramble off the lounge, splashing through the water up to the sand. She made it to the shore where she was pretty spectacularly losing her breakfast. Damnit. It had been such an awesome breakfast too.
As soon as it had started, it was stopping. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she turned back to Emily sheepishly and pulled out a pregnancy test stick she had stuck down the front of her bikini top and held it up. "That went so much better in my head when I planned it out."
What: Surprise, surprise
Where: Paradise aka the Maldives
When: Saturday morning
Angela was pretty damn proud of the bikini body she had managed to regain after having Elliott for Austin and Beau. Sure, she had some stretch marks and a bit of a post-baby belly thing happening, but overall, she had bounced back awesomely. And what better excuse to break out a bikini than on her honeymoon. They had a luxury beach cabin over the glorious aqua water next to Clint and Lincoln. Angela had fast gotten used to the sunlounges with the water lapping around them. She had never been this relaxed in her entire life.
Emily was already out there waiting for Angela to get her ass into gear. They had a really late night, because what was the point of the honeymoon if you couldn't stay up making love until the early hours of the morning? Initially, it had been making out on the beach that was planned, but when they walked down to the shore hand-in-hand, they spotted Clint and Lincoln already getting their beach sex on in the sand, so they left them to it and went back to their cabin to objectify the hot tub... and the sofa, and the dress, and the wall outside the bathroom, and the vanity, and the bed.
Angela was horny. Which is exactly the reason she was late getting out to waste away some hours lying with her wife in the sun. She waded out into the water where Emily was sitting and plopped down on the lounge beside her. "Guess what? Close your eyes," she said, grabbing Emily's hand eagerly. That was as far as she got, though. All of two seconds later, her stomach was doing this abrupt lurch thing. She did this clumsy basic bitch scramble off the lounge, splashing through the water up to the sand. She made it to the shore where she was pretty spectacularly losing her breakfast. Damnit. It had been such an awesome breakfast too.
As soon as it had started, it was stopping. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she turned back to Emily sheepishly and pulled out a pregnancy test stick she had stuck down the front of her bikini top and held it up. "That went so much better in my head when I planned it out."
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privateinvestigationsGot a proposition for you. You chicks wanna come on a week somewhere sunny with Linc and I for a honeymoon? I know you got a lot on your plate, but could you squeeze an extra week out for some you time before all the treatment shit happens? Our treat.
@ muserevival | 127.4. Drabble
Sep. 25th, 2016 04:28 pmamericanskinHERE @ muserevival
Slumber
Angela could really understand the power of sex. The ability to block out the rest of the world while you were wrapped up naked in the arms of another in the throes of passion. It didn't take much to get there either. A flicker of a arousal, a determination to seduce, the desire to be as close to the person you loved as possible.
Or the person you were trying to make a baby with. Being in love wasn't a vital component of having amazing sex. Her (what felt like ancient) history with dating Clint meant this wasn't unfamiliar territory to her. He was an incredible lover; bisexual to the core and really knew how to satisfy both sexes and then some. As soon as they started to kiss and touch each other, it was like revisiting an old but happy memory. The warmth in her gut of being close to someone she adored, and it quickly became more than just babymaking.
( No, it wasn't a conventional arrangement. But none of them were conventional people... )
angela ashwood
- original character -
clint used with love and permission
muserevivalSlumber
Angela could really understand the power of sex. The ability to block out the rest of the world while you were wrapped up naked in the arms of another in the throes of passion. It didn't take much to get there either. A flicker of a arousal, a determination to seduce, the desire to be as close to the person you loved as possible.
Or the person you were trying to make a baby with. Being in love wasn't a vital component of having amazing sex. Her (what felt like ancient) history with dating Clint meant this wasn't unfamiliar territory to her. He was an incredible lover; bisexual to the core and really knew how to satisfy both sexes and then some. As soon as they started to kiss and touch each other, it was like revisiting an old but happy memory. The warmth in her gut of being close to someone she adored, and it quickly became more than just babymaking.
( No, it wasn't a conventional arrangement. But none of them were conventional people... )
- original character -
clint used with love and permission
"Just one more night..."
Sep. 23rd, 2016 10:58 pmprivateinvestigationsWho: Angela Ashwood and Clint Chevalier
What: The jizz cup is off the table
Where: The Dorchester, London
When: Undisclosed timeframe
Clint couldn't sleep that night, but it was for no real rhyme or reason beyond the fact he sometimes he lay awake at night and watched Lincoln sleep. He watched him breathing. He didn't tell anyone he did it. His head knew Lincoln was doing better now, but his heart didn't quite fully believe it. Those nights he would lie there, his mind would go back over a lot of the things he had seen and done in his life. Not the happy memories. The hard shit. The shit that left scars. The shit he had only faced by being a hardass cunt. He was the sort to wash his hands of something and move onto the next, but that didn't mean his memories of it died. It was general consensus going back over bad memories was bad for you, but for Clint, it was the complete opposite. He didn't want to forget the bad shit. It reminded him of why he would do absolutely fucking anything to protect his family, at all costs.
Lincoln was was down for the count. He had barely moved. At least, not on his own. A couple of times, Clint had gently nudged his hand under Lincoln's hip and coaxed him to turn in his sleep. If he stayed in the same spot all night, out heavily with the aid of painkillers and sleeping pills, his gut would cramp up on him and he would be in pain the next day. This was just something Clint did now. It part and parcel of the shape of their relationship. All this stuff, he did now without thinking about it. That was what you did for someone when you cared for them. You didn't want medals for it. You didn't talk about it to get praise for it. It was just life as it stood. Life that was fucking precious. Lincoln had only just held onto his by a thread.
( Clint had been lying there softly and slowly stroking the backs of his fingers back and forth over Lincoln's shoulder, listening to the deep breathing of his husband... )
RP LOG, COMPLETE
What: The jizz cup is off the table
Where: The Dorchester, London
When: Undisclosed timeframe
Clint couldn't sleep that night, but it was for no real rhyme or reason beyond the fact he sometimes he lay awake at night and watched Lincoln sleep. He watched him breathing. He didn't tell anyone he did it. His head knew Lincoln was doing better now, but his heart didn't quite fully believe it. Those nights he would lie there, his mind would go back over a lot of the things he had seen and done in his life. Not the happy memories. The hard shit. The shit that left scars. The shit he had only faced by being a hardass cunt. He was the sort to wash his hands of something and move onto the next, but that didn't mean his memories of it died. It was general consensus going back over bad memories was bad for you, but for Clint, it was the complete opposite. He didn't want to forget the bad shit. It reminded him of why he would do absolutely fucking anything to protect his family, at all costs.
Lincoln was was down for the count. He had barely moved. At least, not on his own. A couple of times, Clint had gently nudged his hand under Lincoln's hip and coaxed him to turn in his sleep. If he stayed in the same spot all night, out heavily with the aid of painkillers and sleeping pills, his gut would cramp up on him and he would be in pain the next day. This was just something Clint did now. It part and parcel of the shape of their relationship. All this stuff, he did now without thinking about it. That was what you did for someone when you cared for them. You didn't want medals for it. You didn't talk about it to get praise for it. It was just life as it stood. Life that was fucking precious. Lincoln had only just held onto his by a thread.
( Clint had been lying there softly and slowly stroking the backs of his fingers back and forth over Lincoln's shoulder, listening to the deep breathing of his husband... )
RP LOG, COMPLETE
@ muserevival | 127.2. Quote
Sep. 23rd, 2016 05:43 pmamericanskinHERE @ muserevival
"There's a big difference between falling in love with someone and falling in love with someone and getting married. Usually, after you get married, you fall in love with the person even more." - Dave Grohl
Angela was getting married. Actually getting married. As a precursor to - hopefully, like hell - having a baby. Her mind was all over the place that beautiful early evening in London, and she found herself reminiscing that, not all that long ago, in America, she couldn't have legally gotten married to a woman. The world had come a long way in a short space of time, but there was still so far left to go. Just like my life... she was musing in her head as she looked out the window of the luxury wedding car destined for the London Eye.
Beside her, her baby brother grabbed her hand with an excited grin, and it tugged her out of her reverie. Of course he wasn't really a baby at 16, but he always would be to her. Big sister prerogative. He was giving her away, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. In fact, they Skyped home to their parents in New York, and their dad had happily handed over that baton to Ainsley, making a big deal out of it and making him promise he would get it all right. They had been laughing their asses off by the end of the chat.
( She had to be honest with herself in that she never really believed she would marry Emily... )
muserevival"There's a big difference between falling in love with someone and falling in love with someone and getting married. Usually, after you get married, you fall in love with the person even more." - Dave Grohl
Angela was getting married. Actually getting married. As a precursor to - hopefully, like hell - having a baby. Her mind was all over the place that beautiful early evening in London, and she found herself reminiscing that, not all that long ago, in America, she couldn't have legally gotten married to a woman. The world had come a long way in a short space of time, but there was still so far left to go. Just like my life... she was musing in her head as she looked out the window of the luxury wedding car destined for the London Eye.
Beside her, her baby brother grabbed her hand with an excited grin, and it tugged her out of her reverie. Of course he wasn't really a baby at 16, but he always would be to her. Big sister prerogative. He was giving her away, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. In fact, they Skyped home to their parents in New York, and their dad had happily handed over that baton to Ainsley, making a big deal out of it and making him promise he would get it all right. They had been laughing their asses off by the end of the chat.
( She had to be honest with herself in that she never really believed she would marry Emily... )