Y&R Fic Challenge #3

Prompt: Decision

Fandom: Phyllis and Billy (Philly)

Title: Drunk on You

 

“You want to tell me what the hell you’re trying to do, Jack?” Phyllis stormed into the office, her eyes full of fire. She was tired of feeling guilty, tired of apologizing, but more than anything, she was sick and tired of the scolding from the hypocrites that surrounded her.

Jack didn’t even look away from his computer screen even though her presence made his blood boil. “If you need to speak with me, you’ll need to make an appointment with my secretary. You no longer have the right to just come walking in here like this. You lost that right the day you…” He stopped. He didn’t even want to say the words. The thoughts and images haunted him. Somehow he’d believed knowing the details would make it better–that it would help him accept the truth–that it would help him move on. In truth, all it did was provide him with crystal clear, detailed images that played in his mind like a horror movie.

Phyllis walked over to the desk, standing right in front of him. “You can keep doing this if you want but it’s not going to solve anything.”

“Neither is your stalling. Sign the divorce papers, Phyllis. This marriage is over.”

“And you think sending your pit bull of a sister to berate me is the way to make that happen?”

He glared up at her, “Ashley talked to you?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that. She was spouting your rhetoric like a good little soldier.”

“I didn’t send my sister to go after you, but I won’t apologize for it. You tore this entire family apart with your actions. Did you honestly think everyone was just going to look the other way?”

Phyllis breathed in deeply. She knew there was some truth in his words. “I’m not asking anyone to forget or to pretend nothing happened, but you and I both know we weren’t okay, Jack. There were problems long before this happened.”

He stood, walking around the desk and standing close to her. There were many things she could have said to hurt him, many things that would have made him angry, but this particular accusation enraged him–mostly because he knew, in his heart, it was partly true.

“Don’t you do that. Don’t you try to pin this on me?”

Phyllis stepped back a bit, Jack’s sudden burst of emotion giving her pause. “I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m just saying we both…”

“No!” Jack’s voice was louder still this time. “WE nothing…WE didn’t cheat…WE didn’t lie…WE didn’t betray this marriage. This was all you.” He leaned in close to her, his face mere inches from hers. “This is all on you and you deserve everything you’re likely to get.”

She held her breath trying to maintain her composure until he walked from the room. Then, she crumbled to the floor.

 

~

Billy glanced at his watch. It was late. He’d lost track of time working on Brash & Sassy’s latest campaign which, given the sad state of his life, wasn’t exactly a bad thing. Still, he gathered his coat and flipped the lights, heading towards the elevator and mentally preparing himself to spend yer another night alone.

The elevator door opened and his eyes immediately fell on the lights pouring from Jack’s open office. A sign, he wondered? But of what? That he should go try to make amends for the hundredth time? That he should finally wise up and cut his losses? Walk away while he still can?

He sighed, stepping off the elevator and walking towards the open door. He always had been a slow learner.

Phyllis filled the glass again, spilling a bit over the side, her aim now far from reliable.

“Phyllis?” Billy said, stopping at the doorway.

Phyllis looked up at him, drinking the contents of the glass in one quick gulp. She grimaced before responding. “Not now, Billy.”

He stepped in the office, surveying the scene. “How many of those have you had?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered.

Billy walked over to the table, gently pulling the bottle away from her. “I think maybe you just let me take you home.”

“Home?” Phyllis huffed. “I’m a grown woman living in my daughter’s apartment. I don’t have a home.”

“I’m a grown man living in a house that belongs to my other, so there’s that.” He tried to coax a smile out of her, but he could see her night would require more than a few jokes.

“This isn’t funny. My life…” She reached for the bottle again.

“Uh. Uh. I really think you’ve reached your limit here.” He glanced at the bottle. “This wasn’t full was it?”

Phyllis shrugged slowly.

Billy sighed. “Ok, Come on. We need to get you out of here before this really goes off the rails.”

“Noooo…” Phyllis whined her words now slurring a bit. “I can’t go to the Summer’s. I can’t…she’ll…” She stopped. Her words weren’t coming out right.

Billy nodded, placing his arm around her waist and supporting her weight as he pulled her up. “It’s ok. I’ll take care of it. Just trust me.”

~

Billy walked to the passenger side door, opening the door and helping her out.

“Just leave me alone,” she groaned, pulling away from him. “I destroy everything. I deserve it. He said that…he said I deserve it.”

“Hey,” he whispered, “Come on.” She was too drunk to resist him and he easily wrapped her in his arms and lifted her from the car. “I gotta say, I’m kinda impressed you’re still conscious.”

He struggled to open the lock and finally managed to push the door open. He stepped inside and gently placed her on the chair by the window.

“I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? We need to try to get some other fluids in you. It’ll make the morning a little easier.”

Billy stood, watching her for a moment before turning and walking into the kitchen. He filled a glass with water and headed back into the living room.

“Phyllis,” he said, startled to see her learning over the bar cart. He rushed over to her grabbing for the glass. “No, you don’t need any more of that.”

She jerked back, spilling the entire contents of the glass down her dress.

“Now look,” she yelled, swaying backwards until he caught her.

“You know what,” he said with a sigh, “I think that’s enough for you for one night.” In one quick swoop, she was in his arms and he was carrying her up the stairs.

It was clear the alcohol was beginning to take effect as she started to fade in and out of consciousness. Thank God Jill and Colin weren’t here to see this, he thought.

Billy stared at her scotch soaked dress, the smell of the alcohol pungent as it soaked into the fabric. He gently placed a pillow under her head before removing his own shirt. He carefully unzipped her dress and wrapped his shirt around her, making quick work of the buttons.

She stirred, her fingertips roaming over his bare chest.

He leaned down, brushing her hair away from her face as she suddenly turned and pressed her lips against his.

The feel of it was as intoxicating as any liquor he’d ever tasted and yet he still knew he had to pull away. As he did, he looked at her, his eyes staring into hers–which, for the moment, we’re open and shining up at him. He ran his hands through her hair, breathing in deeply, realizing in that moment he was making the decision to walk away–even though he knew it wasn’t what he wanted. It was the right thing…the only thing. He kissed her forehead gently, covered her with a blanket, and walked downstairs.

~

Billy turned towards the stairs, smiling slightly as he saw her still wearing his shirt. If only, he thought…

She squinted, the sunlight from the window causing her head to pound and she nodded gratefully as Billy quickly walked over and pulled the curtains closed.

“Aspirin?” He offered, holding out his hand and offering her two white pills and a glass of water. “I also have dry toast if you’re feeling adventurous.”

Phyllis forced a smile, swallowing the aspirin and taking a seat on the couch beside him.

She studied Billy intently for a moment before speaking. “Billy.” She glanced down at the shirt she wore. She touched it, looking up at him, her eyes questioning.

Billy understood. “What do you remember?”

Phyllis brought her hand to her head. “It’s all kind of fuzzy. I remember a lot of scotch in Jack’s office and I remember your car…and maybe a kiss.” She looked up at him, not sure if she wanted him to confirm or deny her suspicious.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I found you in Jack’s office. You were already plenty trashed and you clearly had no plans of slowing down so I decided to bring you back here. Then you still tried to get yourself another drink and I tried to stop you…”

Phyllis nodded. “My dress…I remember.”

“yeah, you pretty much dumped your entire drink down the front of your dress, so I gave you my shirt so I could try and save your dress. It’s in the laundry now.”

She nodded, giving him a moment to see if he’d continue. When he didn’t, she spoke again, “So, about the kiss…”

He looked down. “Look, you were in and out by the time I got you upstairs. I was just trying to make sure you were comfortable. You kissed me and I pulled away. That’s it. Nothing happened. I left you upstairs and I came and slept downstairs.”

Her sigh of relief couldn’t be missed and he felt of twinge of pain as he watched her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He smiled. “Really? You’re thanking me now for being a decent human being? What was I supposed to do? You had no idea what you were doing. You were completely wasted. I couldn’t do that to you.”

She was quiet. “I know…I didn’t mean it like that. I meant thank you for all of it, for taking care of me.”

Billy nodded. “You’re welcome.” He looked at her. “You wanna tell me what happened that had you trying to drink yourself into oblivion?”

“Oh you know–the usual. I tried to talk to Jack. He told me I was a horrible person who destroyed our marriage and betrayed him. Basically told me I deserved every bad thing that was likely to happen to me. Of course that was only after Ashley had a go at me. I think I was just done–just over it.”

“I get that,” Billy said quietly. He looked at her, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry that happened to you. You don’t deserve that. You deserve good things–all good things.”

Phyllis was quiet, her mind spinning as the reality settled in on her. She’d spent hours laying in his bed thinking this morning and now, she was more certain that ever before.

“It’s so strange,” she whispered.

“What is?” He asked.

“This morning when I woke up I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, like I’d swallowed a birdcage, like my head had been used like a bongo drum, but my overwhelming thought was that you were here. I walked down the stairs and my head was throbbing, but I looked up and you were here. Last night when I needed you, I looked up and you were there. It’s like we’re right back where we started.”

“I don’t understand,” Billy said.

“I’m sorry. I’m talking in circles…it’s almost like everything had to fall apart, like the world had to burn down around us, like we had to lose everything so we could realize what was really important. My life right now–it’s like you’re the constant. You’re the one thing that’s always been there. You’re the only thing I can always count on. And I have…I’ve always counted on you. I’ve always needed you and I know I’ve confused you. I know I’ve hurt you.”

“Phyllis. It’s ok. You don’t have to apologize for the way you feel.”

“That’s just it. I need to tell you how I feel. I told you that I loved you months ago and that was true, but it was different then. I loved you because I needed you to be there for me. I needed you to make my life better, to make my marriage better. Now I know that I need you–not for those reasons, but because I love you, because I don’t want to do this life without you, because we’re so alike that it’s scary, because you know me better than anyone, better than I know myself, because you make me laugh, because…

She felt his fingertips on her lips and she stopped.

He looked at her, a smile curving across his lips. “You really think you have to sell me on this?”

Phyllis smiled. “Well, in that case..” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips hovering just above his, “My memories are a little fuzzy,” she whispered, ” but last night I think we left off right about here.”

The End

Y&R Fic Challenge Entry #2

Prompt: Love Triangle

Fandom: Billy and Phyllis (Philly)

Title: The Truth

“You’re not welcome here.” Jack stared through the glass door, the disgust that settled inside him as he looked at the face of his own brother still unnerved him.

Billy looked back at his brother. He expected this. He knew Jack was angry, but he also knew his brother had a great capacity to forgive—even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Jack, just let me in. I have some things I want to say and I’m sure there are some things you want to say to me. “He studied his face wondering if he was getting through.

“One time,” he said flatly. “Let me say what I came here to say. You get it off your chest and then if you never want to see me again, I’ll respect that. I’ll never come back here again.”

Jack slowly pulled open the door.

Xxxxxxxxx

Billy shoved his hands in his pockets. He hated feeling this way—so uncomfortable, so awkward in front of his own brother, but he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t caused it. He and Phyllis had made their choice. They had both known the fallout their relationship would cause. Jack was the ultimate collateral damage, but he wasn’t an innocent and he couldn’t stand the fact that everyone was treating him like the injured party.

“Look Jack, I’ll make this quick. I’ll…”

No.” Jack interrupted. “You’re in my house. You slept with my wife. You blew up my life, my marriage. I get to speak first.”

He could have, and probably should have, chalked the angry words up to pain masquerading as rage, but his own pain and rage blurred the lines of rational thought.
His mind filled with anger and his eyes fell on a picture of Jack and Phyllis that sat on the mantle across the room. He walked over, grabbed it, and held it out in front of him.

His voice trembled as he spoke, “Not this time, Jack. Not this time. You don’t get to pretend that I came in here and just blew everything to hell. You don’t get to pretend that you and Phyllis were just living some kind of fairytale before I came in and just stormed the castle.”

“You don’t know anything about my marriage,” Jack bellowed.
“See that’s where you’re wrong, Jack. I know a hell of a lot about your marriage. In fact, I think I know more about your marriage than you do.”

He could see the worlds were making him angry. He shook the picture in front of him again.
“This…This is a façade, Jack. This is a lie..a pretty smile for the camera. The same lie and pretty smile you asked her to put on every single day no matter how she felt inside. Do you have any idea how many times she came to me, how many times she cried to me?”

“Shut up,” Jack spat. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You have no idea what we went through..how we struggled.”

“I know how she struggled. I know how she told me time after time that you didn’t understand her. I know how she told me that you thought she was a horrible person. I know that she told me that you weren’t the same man she married.”

He watched as the words registered on his brother’s face. The anger seemed to fade—if only for a moment.

“She said that?” he asked softly.

The sound of a key in the door echoed through the silence that suddenly settled on the room.

Phyllis stepped inside. Her eyes widened as she saw the two men standing in front of each other, both their eyes now turned toward her.

“Sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She looked at Jack. “I tried to call, but you didn’t answer. I just wanted to come get a few of my things…”

He nodded. Billy’s words still echoed in his head.

He stepped over to her. “You told him I wasn’t the man you married?”

Phyllis looked over at Billy, her eyes full of questions. What had she walked in on? What had he told him? “I don’t…I don’t think we should be having this conversation right now.”

“Why?” Billy’s voice was clear, but not at all angry. “Because you can’t be honest?” He stepped closer to her. “Tell him Phyllis. Tell him what you told me. Tell him he had a part in this…a big part. Tell him the truth.”

“Billy.” It was a plea and, under almost any other circumstance, he would have been helpless to refuse her, but not tonight—not when it was this important.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I can’t make this easier for you this time, Phyllis. I’ve been there for you so many times when Jack wasn’t, but this time I need you to stand up for yourself, for us.”

Jack spoke. “Is he right?”

The thought was a sobering one. It was easier to believe Ashley’s version of the truth—that Phyllis had never been right for him. He even felt comforted talking to Jill who insisted this was what Phyllis did—that she was a cheater. That she would never ever change—that she would never be content with monogamy. But this, this version, the version his own brother presented him with, was the hardest to hear.

Could it be true? Could Phyllis have been that unhappy, that traumatized? Could she have felt that misunderstood by him that she turned to someone else not because she wanted sex or excitement, but because she wanted comfort, and understanding—something her own husband wasn’t giving her?

“I don’t know what to say,” Phyllis whispered, her eyes moving slowly from Billy to Jack.

“Why did you go to Billy?” Jack asked.

Phyllis stared, stunned by the straightforward question.

“He cared,” she said, her voice quiet, her eyes meeting his as she continued. “I needed someone and he cared.”

“And you didn’t think I did?” Jack questioned.

“I didn’t think you understood. I was so hurt, Jack. I don’t know if I ever really knew the extent of what I felt.”

“But Billy knew,” he said sadly.

Jack glanced over at his brother. Even now, even as he stood between them, he could see it. There was more to this than some tawdry affair. This wasn’t about finding someone else—as if anyone else would do. Phyllis had found someone that understood her, someone that accepted her—all of her, someone that loved her in a way she didn’t believe he did.

Phyllis stood silent for a moment, unsure of what to say to make it better or, at the very least, to end this moment.

“You love him,” Jack said—more of a statement than a question.

Phyllis hesitated, unsure if her answer would make things worse or bring a quick end to this conversation.

“I…” She looked at Billy, suddenly certain that she couldn’t say anything other than the truth. “I do…I do love him.”

Jack said nothing, simply staring sadly at her. “Well then—I guess that’s all there is to say.”

Xxxxxxxx

Phyllis walked out the door, the cool night air bringing much needed relief from the pressure-filled atmosphere inside.

She pulled the suitcase behind her, struggling as the wheels hung up on the cobblestone path.

“Let me help you with that.” Billy stepped out onto the lighted path, relieved that her reaction wasn’t one of anger.

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, handing the bag over to him and walking beside him as they walked to her car.

He lifted the bag into her backseat, closing the door, and turning to face her. He smiled, feeling a bit unsure of what his next move should be.

She opened the driver’s side door, her hand resting there, her eyes staring into his. She followed his gaze to her hand.

“Oh,” she said softly, stroking her naked hand.

“You don’t have to…It’s not my business.” Billy responded quickly. He didn’t want to push her. He’d already been given far more than he anticipated tonight.

“No. It’s okay. I gave Jack the rings back. I should have given them back to him a long time ago..when I knew..when I knew he wasn’t the same man. When I realized he wasn’t the man I wanted anymore.”

Billy stared at her. He wanted to believe her words meant what he hoped.

“I feel like I should say I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “And I am..I’m sorry that you’re hurting, but I’m not sorry that you made the decision. I’m not sorry that you walked away from someone that made you feel less than what you are—a strong, smart, beautiful woman. You don’t belong there—in that house. You don’t belong with him. It’s time for you to decide where you want to be—who you want to be with.”
She looked at him, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his face. He wasn’t pushing her. He wasn’t forcing a decision. He simply stood there with his heart in his hands—just waiting for her to take it. She stepped closer to him, the decision suddenly seeming as natural as the breath that flowed through her body.

Taking his hands in hers, she smiled and whispered, “I already have.”

The End

Y&R Fic Challenge Entry #1

Prompt:  Illness

Pairing: Phyllis/Billy (Philly)

Title: Here For You

Michael looked up from the stack of paperwork, his mouth curving into a smile as he saw her standing in the doorway.

“To what do I owe this honor,” he quipped?

Phyllis walked over, leaning in for a quick hug and obligatory kiss on the cheek. “Well, I hadn’t heard from you and I was just sitting there in my daughter’s apartment dreading your phone call–feeling more and more pathetic by the minute.”

She sighed, her life was a sad state of affairs and everyone knew it. There was no point in trying to put a good spin on it–not that there was one to be found.

She forced another smile. “Anyway, I just figured I would take control over the only thing I have any control over…you know rip the band aid off. I’m sure Jack didn’t waste any time signing the divorce papers and sending them back, right?”

“Um,” Michael hesitated, “Actually I haven’t received anything back from Jack’s lawyer yet. I think he’s probably been preoccupied with Ashley being in the hospital.”

The look on her face told him she didn’t know.

“Ashley,” she breathed, her mind racing with possibilities. No one called her, No one even thought to include her because she was no longer a part of this family. Jack wanted her out of his house, out of his family, and out of his life.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know all the details,” Michael admitted, “I just know it was something to do with the health scare she had a while ago….and apparently it’s pretty serious.”

Phyllis stood stunned for a moment. Her immediate instinct was to rush to the hospital. She felt she should be there for Jack, but he wouldn’t want her there. She’d just make things worse. No one would want her there.

She thought of the family all gathered there–of Jack, Traci, and Abby, of Billy…

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Billy,” she whispered.

Michael’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. “Phyllis,” he warned, “Don’t do this. I know what you’re thinking…don’t.”

“Michael,” her voice cracked, “I already know what you’re gonna say, but how can I not go? How can I not be there for him? His entire family has turned against him and that’s pretty much my fault. Jack has his entire family there supporting him. Who does Billy have?”

“I’m not saying I don’t feel for the guy, Phyllis, but if you show up at that hospital, do you honestly think it’s gonna make anything better?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, “but I know I have to try.”

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She rounded the corner, her eyes searching the crowd of anxious faces. He saw her before she saw him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jack spat. He stepped in front of her, blocking her from moving any further into the room.

“Jack–I didn’t come here to make this worse…I promise. I don’t want to upset you.”

“And yet you had to know I wouldn’t want you here…so why? Why do it? Why show up here now? Are you really that selfish? Do you really think that if you’re here for me now that I’ll just forget what you did? That I’ll forget the lies, the betrayal, the…”

“Jack–stop it.” She took a breath. “I didn’t come here to hurt you. I didn’t come here to impress you and I certainly didn’t come here to upset you like this.”

“You never do, do you? Life just happens to you. It’s just out of your control!” His booming voice echoed through the hospital corridor.

“Damnit, Jack! I didn’t come here for you–I came here for Billy!”

Jack stopped, opening his mouth to speak and then reconsidering. He shook his head and walked away.

Phyllis walked into the hospital waiting area. She felt the family’s angry eyes follow her. Abby stood beside Jack with Traci just behind them. Their cold stares were unforgiving, but she couldn’t focus on that now.

The glass enclosure gave her a clear view of the chair in the further most corner of the room. He sat there, his head in his hands, his suit draped across the chair beside him.

She walked into the room. “Billy,” she whispered.

He looked up, his eyes red and swollen and completely devoid of hope. He said nothing, but simply stood and stepped closer to her. She wrapped her arms around him, realizing in that moment how much she’d missed being so close to him.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “No one called me or I would have been here. Why didn’t you call me?”

He pulled back, his eyes staring into hers. “Why?” He shook his head, confused as he led her back to the chair where he sat. She took a seat beside him, her hand finding its familiar spot–intertwined in his.

“I didn’t think you’d be up for another round with Jack,” he said honestly.

“Still,” she argued, “You shouldn’t be here alone. If the tables were turned, you’d be here for me.”

His eyes met hers as she said the words. Warmth rushed through her body and she felt his hand squeeze hers slightly.

“You think so?” he asked, smiling a bit. This was the first time he’d smiled in days.

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” she said softly. The intensity of his gaze forced her to look away.

“That’s because I love you. That hasn’t stopped for me–even if you don’t feel the same.”

Her eyes darted back to his, his words inspiring an immediate reaction. “I never said that.”

The words rushed from her mouth before her mind had a chance to edit. She saw the look in his eyes–the spark of hope.

“Never said what?” He touched her face gently, keeping her from turning away. He couldn’t let her overthink this. He couldn’t chance her head overshadowing her heart.

“Never said what?” he repeated.

She swallowed hard. “I never said I didn’t feel the same way. I said I wanted to fix my marriage. That can’t happen. That’s over. It’s been over a long time. I know that now. I said I loved Jack and I do–I probably always will, but I never ever said…”

She hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing, knowing the gravity her next words would hold.

“What?” he implored.

“I never said I didn’t love you,” she said, staring into his eyes. “I never said that because I did…I still do.”

His hands took hers and she immediately felt it–the same connection that had drawn her to him from the start.

“Listen,” she whispered, “I can’t fall back into this with you so quickly. I love you and I know you love me, but I need this to be about us–the two of us –not our mutual pain, not our mutual loss, not revenge. I want this to work. I want to take this slow. You mean too much to me to let this go again. I don’t know if I realized just how much I needed this–how much I needed you, until now.”

“I’m here,” he said quietly, “And I want this too…so much.”

She nodded. “Right now, I want to be here with you..for you. We’ll have plenty of time for the rest later.”

“You’re not gonna come to your senses and run out on me again,” he asked?

She leaned in close to him, brushing her lips against his for a brief moment before pulling away. “I think running to you today is the most sensible thing I’ve done in a long, long time.”

The End

 

 

The Great #YR Fan Fiction Challenge

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I have been watching The Young and the Restless for about twenty-five years (I know, I know; that makes me very old!!) and I have a deep, abiding affection for the characters and the show’s rich history. In my mind, Bill Bell was a genius, and let me just say right now that I am beyond excited that Sally Sussman and Kay Alden will be toiling away at the helm again. They are amazing writers which means Y&R is about to get really great!

Of course, we know that Y&R is the #1 most watched soap in the United States and that it has an abundance of passionate fans like me. We read soap opera magazines, we stalk Twitter for live updates, and we generally obsess over the show. We are Y&R fangirls (and boys!) but I believe that one thing the fandom needs is more fan fiction! You heard that right. We need lots and lots more fan fiction! So with that thought in my pea brain, I came up with this super-duper awesome challenge. If you’d like to join in the fun, read the details:

Below, I have posted 10 phrases. For each phrase on the prompt list, you will need to write a one shot or drabble. This will give you a total of 10 one shots when all is said and done.

Now our key words are:

  1. Ill
  2. Love Triangle
  3. Flash
  4. History
  5. Betrayed
  6. Presumed Dead
  7. Confrontation
  8. Decisions
  9. Chance Meeting
  10. Submit
Now for the rules (Let’s keep it fun and simple!)
  • Any length goes. 100 words or 1,000+, just write the best stories you can.
  • You can write any couples or characters, past or present. You can mix and match or write all one pairing or character. It mattereth not to me.
  • No due date. It’s open-ended, baby! However, the sooner you start and the sooner you finish, the better.
  • Upload your stories to a site such as Fanfiction.net or any other than does NOT require registration and post your link in the comment area.

Now you’re probably wondering: are there any prizes? No, sorry. Although the satisfaction of knowing you represented the Y&R fandom in a wonderful way is nothing to be ashamed of! Plus, I promise to leave you feedback on each and every one of your challenge one shots.

Ready, set… Get writing!

Please note: I myself will be participating in this challenge so look out for my first one shot in a post to follow.

Sail Your Own Ship

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Ah shipping….it’s a treacherous journey not meant for the faint of heart or the thin of skin. Few things an inspire such visceral reactions on social media–those things generally consist of politics, religion, and shipping. It’s a crazy world.

Shipping is tough. It breaks your heart and crushes your soul–or maybe that’s just me. Can I really be the only person that ships couples that NEVER EVER end up together? Seriously–my track record? It would be impressive if it wasn’t so pathetic. Let’s review…

The first tv show that ever truly stole my heart was Guiding Light. I watched it with my grandmother and my mother. I loved that show.

Dinah and Hart–my OTP. Dinah was my favorite character on the show and, even though the writers seemed determined to destroy her, I would not be dissuaded. Even when they had Dinah shoot and kill Hart (oh yeah–you read that right), I did not give up shipping forever. I chalked it up to a bad first go. I moved on…a little more jaded, but hopeful.

I took a break from Guiding Light for a while and decided to follow my favorite actress, Wendy Moniz (ex-Dinah,GL) to her new gig on Nash Bridges. The show was entering its sixth season and it was surely going to be a stable job for her.

Rachel and Nash–Hey, she’s paired with the lead–that’s a good thing, right? Yeah, no. She’s a mole working for a double agent. She gets sent to prison right before the entire show gets cancelled. Strike 2.

I didn’t have too long to wallow in my misery because I had a new show to love. The Guardian showcased the Australian cutie pie Simon Baker and also happened to have Wendy Moniz in the cast.

Nick and Lulu–The Guardian lasted three seasons, all of which included fun, flirty Nick and Lulu banter–until it didn’t. At some point, it was discovered that I shipped this pairing and, as such, they must be punished. Lulu got pregnant. Nick relapsed with drinking and drugs and had an affair. The baby was discovered to have Down’s syndrome and the entire situation just fell apart. Strike 3.

I could tell you about the others…

Roxy and Alvey–Kingdom
James and Elaine–Betrayal
Dinah and Shayne–Guiding Light
Carly and Mike–As the World Turns
Katie and Simon–As the World Turns
Joey and Rachel–Friends

But instead of depressing you with the stories of all the pairings I’ve loved and lost, let me gush about one I still have a tiny flicker of hope for…

Phyllis and Billy (Philly) Young and the Restless

Gina Tognoni (Phyllis) has been a favorite of mine since she appeared on One Life to Live some years ago. When she joined the cast of Guiding Light in 2004 as Dinah Marler, she had some serious shoes to fill. I was a huge fan of her predecessor, Wendy Moniz, and as such, I was fully prepared to hate her in the role. I’m not above admitting she completely proved me wrong and quickly won me over.

I was thrilled when she joined the cast of Young and the Restless as I’d become disenchanted with that show some years before and knew her arrival would bring a much needed infusion of energy. Although I adore Peter Bergman and regard him as an incredible talent, I never saw the chemistry between his Jack and Gina’s Phyllis. The introduction of Jason Thompson as Billy would provide another option for a pairing that has proved nothing short of explosive.

Gina and Jason have chemistry to spare and their scenes together are as compelling and poignant as they are entertaining. Watching the evolution of this relationship has shown so much about the individual characters and their true desires without ever compromising their current relationships. There is no doubt Phyllis still loves Jack, but she is clearly not in love with him. Billy still loves Victoria, but the passion in his life is reserved for Phyllis. These two characters are full of conflict, confusion, and struggle–all the makings of a tumultuous love story.

A Philly fic could be in the works very soon–Let me know if it’s something you’d be interested in reading. I’d love to hear your thoughts. 🙂

~Lynn

The McCullagh Inn in Maine by Jen McLaughlin

innTitle: The McCullagh Inn in Maine
Author: Jen McLaughlin
Published: 2016
Page: 137
Format: Paperback

 

Summary: Her second chance at love. . .
Chelsea McCullagh escapes to Maine with a gun and fresh bruises. She’s ready to begin anew-until she runs into her old flame, Jeremy Holland. As he helps to fix her inn, her heart heals and they rediscover what they once loved about each other. But as the two play house, it starts to seem too good to last…

 

My Take: Recently, bestselling author James Patterson created a new line of books called “Bookshots”. Billed as “stories at the speed of life”, they are advertised as “novels you can devour in a few hours” that are “impossible to stop reading”. Each book is about 130 to 150 pages, give or take, and indeed are fast reads from what I have discovered so far. James Patterson is always finding new ways to make himself richer and well, I say, why the hell not? The man is a creative genius, having gifted us with the most kick-ass detective in modern literature; one Alex Cross (Hey, it’s only my opinion!). He is forever re-inventing the fiction genre. You never know what he’s going to come up with next!

 

Now that said, he did not write this book but it is published under his “Bookshots” umbrella and he posts a short, sweet little note at the beginning reminding us that he, himself, has written romance novels (Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas, anyone?) and what a taxing creative labor of love it really is. He says he searched for the best and brightest romance novelists to bring “Bookshots” to life. Now I don’t know that I would agree that this was one of the better romance works I’ve read. It was much too simplistic for my liking but it didn’t have to be because I have read novellas before that were vastly better than this one. Perhaps a quality control expert is in order here…?!

 

But I digress…

 

I guess that this story was enjoyable for what it was: bare bones, meant to tease and tantalize over the course of an hour or 2. It was a sorta cute little number but my problem laid not so much in the lack of detail that we got (descriptions were vague at best but I guess I was expecting that in a short story like this) but rather in how utterly stupid the heroine was! Chelsea’s bright idea was to run from the people who were after her (no spoilers about who’s after her will be found here!), straight to the town she grew up in, and try to pass herself off as someone completely different — get this — by only by changing her hair color and her last name! All the while moving into her aunt’s old bed and breakfast too boot. She actually believed no one would recognize her or figure out that she used to live there. I understand hiding in plain sight but that’s ludicrous! If the hero Jeremy could spot her at a mile away, who’s to say the town’s people we never actually met couldn’t either? There really was no rationale as to why she wasn’t caught a helluva lot sooner.

 

The book had romance (of course), some slightly R-rated lovin’ (honestly, they shouldn’t have skimped on the detail here; I am a dirty girl and love to read smut!), and some excitement, but all in all, it’s a book I know I wouldn’t read again. I wasn’t entirely convinced of Chelsea and Jeremy’s “great love” either when all was said and done. It read more like they were best friends who just like to bang.

 

Am I giving up on the “Bookshots” series of books altogether? Not likely. I recently read another one in the line called Learning to Ride by Erin Knightley that was decidedly more satisfying. I guess at the end of the day, I am a sucker who is going to keep shelling out my cash to the Patterson gimmick machine. I have no shame!

 

My Rating: 3/5 stars

Kevin Can Wait

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Pedestrian. Painfully unfunny. Dry. Boring… Those are just some of the negative phrases that come to mind when I think about the first episode of the new CBS show, “Kevin Can Wait”. I can’t help but wonder: What did I just watch? I mean, really? Why did I waste 30 good minutes of my life on this dreck?

I so wanted to enjoy this show. I mean, I like Kevin James. I think he’s pretty darn talented and he plays the grumpy, blue collar, every day guy next door type very well. He just needs a good script to bring out his comedic chops but sadly, there was no good script to be found here. In fact, it seems that they hired Kevin for his ‘star power’ and then just threw together a shoddy premise right in time for filming to begin. It didn’t matter if the script was any good and this is definitely NOT good.

One of the biggest problems with the show other than you know, the lack of a good premise and the bland writing, is the casting. Other than Kevin, the acting leaves a lot to be desired. The wife (played by Erinn Hayes) is certainly no Leah Remini and while I wasn’t expecting her to be, they needed to find someone who could match him toe to toe and she just doesn’t. The network execs would have been wise to scour Hollywood to find an actress who has a lot of chemistry with Kevin. You can’t sustain a show for long if the leads don’t have a spark. If Facebook commentary is any indication, people aren’t loving her in the role of Kevin’s wife either. They aren’t loving the actors who play Kevin’s kids, or his relatives, or his friends for that matter. This is problematic to say the least. While I generally don’t put much stock in what is said on social media, when 99% of the posts are by people say the acting is badddd, the chemistry is lacking, etc., that’s not a good sign that the show is long for this world.

If CBS is hanging their hopes on this series being a ratings hit, I think they’re in for a big surprise. They should have given “Mike and Molly” a new season and instead left Kevin waiting in the dark where bad pilots go to die.

Do you think I’ll be tuning in next week? Don’t count on it.

Oh and do you want to know the real irony here? While this show has FLOP written all over it, there is another series just like it coming out on CBS in October called “Man With a Plan”! Now that’s funny … almost.