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staticscreenwriting · 3 years

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Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes // 5

Five - Dirty Dancing

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

Bucky wakes up to music. It's playing from outside the room, echoing through the halls and filling the apartment with sound.

It reminds him of when he was a kid and his mom would make them all breakfast as the radio would softly play in the background. She'd always have a smile on her face and twirl around the kitchen and sometimes, when they were still little enough, she'd pick up him or one of his sisters and slowly sway along with them in her arms.

It's a hazy memory, he's barely able to grasp it, but it's there nonetheless and that makes all the difference.

Rays of sun flood the apartment, coloring it in hues of orange and gold. Bucky steps out of (Y/N)’s room and into the hallway from which he can see straight into the kitchen. (Y/N)’s standing by the stove, a frilly pink apron wrapped around her waist and spatula in hand. Her hips shake slightly to the beat of the song and her lips move along with the lyrics.

Bucky wonders if he’ll ever get that. This feeling of pure comfort in his own home. To find who he really is and allow himself to be that person, no inhibitions, no holding back. Just be himself and be confident in who that might be.

“ You can keep standing there like a creep or you can come over here and help me, grumpy”

At the sound of her voice, he jumps a little, too lost in could-bes and what-ifs to realize she’s long noticed him leaning against the doorway. Her hair is a mess and there’s still eyeliner and glitter from last night stuck to her skin. But Bucky thinks she’s never looked better. It’s an intimate moment, to watch her in all her imperfect ways, move around her own home, being the most comfortable and at ease she’s ever been. There’s something about the way she looks at him then, showered in golden sunlight, a bright smile on her face. Bucky knows what it is he feels, deep down inside of him, flickering up like a light in the dark. He knows what it is. It’s not a feeling you forget once you’ve felt it.

He’s not gonna say it though, not gonna admit it to himself or anyone. All that can come from it is misery and heartbreak and while his heart is of very little value to him, hers means everything. So he’ll ignore it, shove it to the deepest darkest corner of himself and try not to acknowledge it in hopes it’ll go away.

“ You’re cooking? “ he asks as he steps up next to her, eyebrows raised in uncertainty.

“I’m making pancakes, and don’t look at me like that!” (Y/N) replies, swatting him with a dish towel, “ I know my cookies weren’t the best and I am well aware that my coffee sucks. But if there’s one thing I can make, it’s pancakes. Trust me. “

He does trust her. It’s something that he only fully realizes at that moment. Such an insignificant little moment. He trusts her, which is terrifying but also liberating at the same time. Maybe his life is on the right path. Maybe things can get better. Step by tiny step.

“ Hey, I ate your cookies, didn’t I? “

She looks up at him, a small smile playing on her lips, eyes shining with — something he can’t quite place. Maybe, he thinks, maybe he doesn’t need to know what it means. It means something and that's all that counts in the grand scheme of things.

“Yeah, yeah you did.”

For a moment it’s just them and the music and the bliss of a morning spent with a friend.

“ Okay, hand me the batter please?” (Y/N) says and points towards a big blue bowl standing by on the counter to his right. As he hands it to her though, (Y/N) doesn’t immediately start pouring the batter, instead, she dips her finger into it and holds it out to Bucky.

“ Try it, tell me if it’s too sweet. “

He’s hesitant for a moment. You don’t just go around licking your friends’ fingers. Surely social cues haven’t changed that much. But when she moves her hand closer once again and adds a determined “taste it before it drips onto the floor”, he wraps his lips around her finger, tasting the sweet pancake batter. It’s not too sweet, not at all, it’s perfect. He can’t really voice that thought though, not when his mind is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere it really shouldn’t be.

At that moment Bucky feels something he hasn’t felt in forever — arousal.

“ Good? “ she questions him as she pours the batter into the pan, a sizzling sound filling the kitchen.

Buck nods, completely at a loss for words. This is entirely silly and inappropriate. You’re not supposed to feel those things for your friends. Wasn’t this exactly what they talked about in the Harry and Sally movie? Sex ruining friendships. He can’t and won’t let that happen. Not with (Y/N). Not when he’s just starting to trust her. He needs this friendship more than he cares to admit.

“Grumpy? “

“ Hmm? Oh uh — yeah it’s good. “

And it is good, too good to give up. Too good to jeopardize it for some fleeting sense of passion. Too good to ever let go.

It’s ridiculous of him to put any sensual notions to such a silly little gesture. These things can be friendly. Innocent. People probably do it all the time with no ulterior motives. Maybe he needs to go with the times, let go of antiquated morals. Yeah, surely that’s what he’s gotta do.

They’re sitting by the kitchen counter, (Y/N)’s plate licked clean while Bucky is struggling to finish his pile of pancakes.

“ Do you want the rest of mine? “

“ Did you not like them? “

“ No, I did! I ate an entire pile already. But I can see the way you’re lusting after them. Come on. Open up. “

He cuts off a piece, lathers it in the syrup pooling on his plate, and holds it out towards her. Nothing sexual about it, just two friends sharing food. Absolutely nothing sensual about the way her lips wrap around the fork, they’re still tinted red from last night. Absolutely no dirty thoughts as the syrup drips down her chin. Or when she uses her thumb to wipe it away then licks the sticky liquid off of her fingers. All innocent. All —

“ Have you ever seen 9 ½ weeks? “ she asks him, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

“ No. What’s it about? “

“ Um — “ she starts then laughs to herself as if she’s sharing a funny inside joke with herself “ nevermind. “

“ Noooo, you can’t just start something and then not give me an explanation” he declares as the two of them get up and put the dishes into the dishwasher.

“ You know, Grumpy. There are a few things you better figure out on your own, trust me.”

“ Now you’re just being mean. “

“ No, I’m not I — “ her eyes grow wide as the song changes again and a big bright smile overtakes her entire face. Messy hair, makeup smudged, a smile on her face. God, he wishes they could stay in this little bubble forever. Hurt doesn’t exist here. Only them. Only happy things.

“ I forgot Dirty Dancing.”

“ What? “

“ You don’t know Dirty Dancing. “

“ I know plenty of dancing, thank you very much.”

“ No, Bucky. It’s a movie. It’s one of the most famous romantic movies and I forgot about it. I made a list of all the movies I wanna watch with you but didn’t think of Dirty fucking dancing. Sorry for swearing.”

“ You made a list? “

“ Yes, Grumpy. I made a list because I take this very seriously and I intend to make you watch them all with me because — because it’s fun and I like spending time with you. “

People, Bucky thinks, often take the smallest things for granted. The smallest things that make the most impact. That you will remember forever and cherish with all your heart. Like this one. People also don’t tell each other enough how much their friendships actually mean to them. People should. It feels wonderful.

“ I like spending time with you too.”

She grants him another sunshine smile before grabbing his hands and dancing along to the song. It’s faster than their late-night sway on the balcony, way less coordinated and there’s more jumping on her part and more shaking of — pretty much every body part.

This is so her. Chaotic and a little messy but so unapologetic. So fun. So happy.

“ Because IIIIII've haaaaaad the time of myyyyyy lifeeeee. No I neeeeeever felt this way before. Yes I swear it's the truuuuuuuuth. And I ooooowe it all to youuuuuu.”

“ That’s a catchy song,” Bucky says as a smile finds a way onto his lips. Sometimes it feels nice to surround yourself with people who make you smile. It’s one of the little pleasures in life one should allow themself to indulge in.

Bucky wishes he could bottle up this moment and never let go of it. Keep it for himself forever. That’s the thing about losing your memories, it makes you realize how precious every moment is and it makes you want to hold on tightly to each and every one as they happen.

“Right? I can guarantee you’ll be humming this song all day.”

(Y/N) twirls herself under his arm, away from him, then back before her eyes fall onto his glove-covered hands.

“ You don’t have to wear them for me, you know that, right? “

Sometimes he doesn’t even remember he’S wearing them, it’s become such a regular thing to him now. They are a part of him like the arm itself. They’re a shield really. From looks and judgment. And maybe, if he’s being entirely true to himself, they’re also to keep his eyes from focusing too much on the shiny silver of his hand. Of the fact that he will never be whole again. That he will never be able to feel a loving touch there ever again.

“ I know. It’s not you I’m worried about. “

“ Is it you? “

Bucky scrunches his nose up in discomfort. Talking about feelings wasn’t really a thing back when he was younger, especially for men. Sure there had been late-night talks with Steve about god and the world. About their hopes and fears and about the future. But those were few and far between and really opening himself up was never one of Bucky’s strong points. Talking about your feelings makes you vulnerable and being vulnerable was the last thing Bucky was ever allowed to be back then.

But as he said before, maybe it’s time to give up on antiquated ways.

So he nods “ Yeah. It’s — I still have a complicated relationship with the arm. I know it’s part of me and I’m glad it was given to me but it’s a huge reminder of all that I’ve lost and of a version of me that I can never go back to. A man I can never be again.”

“ Bucky,” (Y/N) starts and takes his face in between her hands. It’s a touch so soft, he can’t remember ever being handled this gently. Like a baby bird. Like a piece of porcelain. Like a treasure too precious to break. “I will never be able to fully understand how you’re feeling and I know that some of those things you have to go through alone and do the work yourself. But let me tell you something. Whoever you used to be might be gone but there’s a long-ass future waiting and it lets you be whoever you want to be. Maybe it’s time to let go of the man you were and start being the man you are because that one’s pretty great. And your arm is as much a part of that greatness as your smile or your constant grumpy mood. It’s what makes you you and you are really cool, honestly. “

His heart beats faster and stops entirely all at the same time. When he was younger he used to relish in the compliments thrown his way. He gracefully accepted them all with a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Nowadays it’s hard to believe them. Hell, it was so hard to have faith in Steve’s words. To believe that he was really worth all the effort and trouble Steve and the others went through, for him of all people. It’s so hard believing you are worth something when all you can see are your wrongdoings and shortcomings.

He wants to believe her words though. If only for a moment. If only for right now, safe and sound in their little bubble as the sun filters through the windows and the tastes of syrup still lingers in his tongue.

A few days later...

“They’re screening Dirty Dancing at the cinema around the block from me! Starts at 8pm. Come meet me, I won’t take no for an answer! xx “

He reads the message and tries to remember the way he felt that morning a few days ago when they danced around her kitchen. When she told him he was worth something. When she made him believe he wasn’t the actual worst person walking this earth. A disgrace. A mistake. A killer.

But every time he tries to go back to the bubble, a different pair of eyes show up in his mind. Eyes filled with sadness, with unimaginable suffering, with grief. All of which he put there.

He ran into Yori last night on his way home. The old man looked more fail than usual, sadder, more tired. Bucky found out why a few minutes later when he asked Yori about the cake in his grocery bag. The one with the white and green frosting.

“ It would be my son’s birthday today. I know he’s not here anymore but he was crazy about these cakes ever since he was a kid. Felt like remembering him. Would you like to join me for a piece? “

Bucky made up some half-assed excuse why he couldn’t, rushed to his apartment, and had a full-on breakdown. The kind that you don’t realize is happening until you’re all the way in the center of the hurricane.

There are shards of glass on his floor from when he threw a bottle against the wall. It’s a shame when you can’t even drown your sorrows in alcohol. His cheeks, he’s sure, are stained with tears that he had kept inside for so long.

How could he ever spend another second with (Y/N) when this is the kind of person he is. Brainwashing or not. The blood of Yori’s son is on his hands. Yori’s pain is his doing. All this grief and this hurt. It’s his fault and his alone. And Yori is just one of so many.

(Y/N) deserves a friend that doesn’t have a body count. Someone who doesn’t know what it feels when someone loses their life at his hands. Someone who doesn’t go to sleep seeing the eyes of those he’s killed. Someone who isn’t him.

His phone rings and he expects it to be (Y/N). She’s one of those people that text you then immediately call you right after. She likes to talk. In-person or over the phone. He doesn’t know if he wants to answer. Doesn’t know what to say. Would it be easier to just tell her not to contact him again? To rip off the bandaid quickly and then deal with the pain afterward?

Before he can come up with an answer to any of those questions, his eyes register the name on the caller display.

“ What?” he grumbles and leans his head against the wall.

“ Well, aren't you a happy chappy today. “

“ Sam, now’s not a good time. “

Sam hesitates for a moment then his voice sounds out from the speakers again.

“ Hey, Bucky. Are you okay? “

For a second, Bucky thinks about saying yes. He wants to keep on pretending the way he did so many times before. Wants to deal with this all by himself and not have anyone else get caught in his mess.

But he can’t. He’s tearing at the seams. He’s barely holding himself together, cracking open more and more with each passing second. So he takes a deep breath and tells the truth.

“ No. No, I’m not. “

30 minutes. No actually 34 minutes. He’s 34 minutes late. In fact, he hasn’t even answered her god damn text. He’s read it. Hasn’t answered though. And while that’s not entirely unlike Bucky, it still annoys her. Especially since when she tried to call him, the line was busy. So surely he’s on his phone. Is it too much to ask for a little reply?

If he doesn’t want to come, that's no big deal, (Y/N) tells herself, but a quick text would be the bare minimum he could give her.

Pout on her face and mood soured, (Y/N) enters the cinema and slumps down onto one of the plush red velvet seats. Not even in the mood for popcorn anymore, thanks Bucky.

There are hardly any people in there with her. Probably because by now almost every person on this planet has seen Dirty Dancing before and the weather is actually quite nice out tonight so most would rather enjoy the last rays of sun before winter will fall upon them than be stuck in a dark stuffy cinema watching a decade-old movie.

Not her though.

And if Bucky thinks she’s gonna miss out on watching this classic masterpiece because he can’t be bothered to show up, well he’s gravely mistaken. And yeah, maybe she’s being a bit dramatic, there might be a perfectly valid explanation for his no-show. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

What happens if he actually goes on to date Leah? He’ll have less time for her that’s for sure. Movie dates won’t be happening then. Maybe it’s good she’s getting used to this now before she grows too close to him and breaks her own heart in the process of mending his.

She hates herself a little for those thoughts. Bucky deserves to be happy and if that means their friendship will be put on the backburner, then she should be okay with that, right? That’s what friends do, they want you happy no matter what it means for themself.

The Ronettes’ Be My Baby starts echoing through the room as the lights dim and (Y/N) sinks deeper into her seat, embracing the dark. The screen lights up with a black and white montage of people dancing and a swirly pink font spells out the actors' names. (Y/N) can’t wait to get lost in this picture-perfect version of real-life where things might seem bad but turn out right in the end. They always turn our right for these people. If only real life was this easy.

She’s so ready to just forget about all her troubles for the next 90 minutes.

And then a figure steps in front of the screen, nothing but a silhouette. A black shadow in front of the moving pictures. A shape she immediately recognizes.

“ Come on, dude. What the hell!” some guy in front of her yells out to Bucky, immediately following the words with a fistful of popcorn being thrown his way.

He’s here. He’s here and he’s obviously looking for her. She can’t make out his face but he’s shielding his eyes with his hands and letting his gaze wander over the crowd.

There’s a flutter in her stomach, one she knows oh too well. One she wants to bundle up and stuff to the very back of her being. A flutter that shouldn’t be there. That’s not what this is. Butterflies and goosebumps. This is eating spaghetti on the floor, dancing in the kitchen, and crying tears of laughter in IKEA. That’s what it is and what it should be. Right? But that doesn’t mean they can’t be affectionate. Right? That doesn’t mean they have to be cold and stoic and distant.

Right?

As (Y/N) reaches up her arms and waves, Bucky hurries down the platform and lets himself plop down in the seat next to her.

“ I’m sorry I was — “

“ It’s okay. You’re here now. “

That’s what matters. Being there. Just being there.

“ You deserve to have a friend, Bucky.” Sam said “ and she deserves to make her own decisions. If she decides you’re worth it, who are you to question that choice?”

Sam is right. Of course, he is. Despite how much Bucky hates to admit it, Sam is one of the smartest people he knows. Not in the way Tony or Bruce or Shuri are. Smart in a way that lets you know he gets you, he understands the chaos inside you, empathizes with it. He’s got this sense of incredible emotional awareness and a calm that exudes from him. Bucky will obviously never let him know this but talking to Sam feels more soothing and helpful than talking to his therapist.

He still doesn’t feel like he deserves her friendship, her affection, and her care. But really it would be foolish to think it’s his right to dictate who she can and can't care about.

Sitting beside her now, in the dark, with a movie playing on the big screen, makes things a bit easier. His thoughts aren’t so loud anymore and his heart, though still heavy, feels a little bit lighter. It’s easy to get lost in a story that’s not his and forget about the rest.

He almost forgets about his emotional turmoil by the time the two main characters dance around on a log, when he feels something against his left hand. First, it’s but a whisper of a touch, then more deliberate and then he feels the glove being slid off of his fingers. He doesn’t dare look over at her, eyes focused straight ahead. He doesn’t pull away though. There’s never been a touch quite so gentle against the cold vibranium metal. He doesn’t pull away, instead, he locks his fingers with hers and softly closes his fist.

If there’s moments worth holding onto, this is surely one of them.

“ I’m glad you came.” (Y/N) murmurs as she places her head against his shoulder. The one made of vibranium. The one that’s a part of him like his smile and his eyes and — his grumpy personality.

“ Yeah, me too.”

As Johnny and Baby give their all during the end of the season dance, Bucky can’t help but let himself relish in this moment.

There are two things on his mind.

One is the idea that maybe this is what friendship can be. Showing affection through soft touches and loving words. Maybe he doesn’t have to assign any deeper meaning to it. No matter how much it makes his heart beat faster or how the flutters in his stomach won't seem to settle down.

The other thing is the fact that this song is so damn catchy and while he hates himself a little for it, his feet tap along to the rhythm and he catches himself mouthing along to the lyrics.

And damn if it ain’t fitting because he has never felt this way before either.

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cosplayingwitch · 3 years

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"Presentation is Everything"

Part two of "Finding My Way Home" series

Takes place 6-8 months after the last chapter

Prompt: flowers

Pairing: f!reader x Poe Dameron

Summary: Reader has graduated with their masters and had to leave their roommate/best friend/(crush?) behind as they go on to a doctoral program at a different university. Reader is about to present her work at a professional conference and an unexpected surprise calms her down.

Triggers: panic attack, slight stalker-ish behavior, these two being complete idiots, swearing

Tags: @make-me-imagine

It’d been over six months since you’d seen your best friend, Poe Dameron. You were successful enough with your thesis (even while practically teaching a field class for Professor Solo) and graduated with your Masters degree. And with the help of Professor Solo’s recommendation, you'd gotten into your dream school for your PhD.

Which meant moving two states away from your best friend/roommate. Not exactly something you’d wanted to do, but this wasn’t an opportunity you could turn down.

When you’d told Poe, he was very supportive, but still sad about the whole thing. You’d definitely stay in touch, you insisted. There was social media, zoom, all of that.

“Plus we could always meet up somewhere between us!” you told him. “It wouldn’t be more than a couple hours for each of us.”

That didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. His random breaking into song at what could be described as the worst possible times. What he always described as his ‘fact of the day’, which always dissolved into a random string of thoughts. (He still sent you his ‘fact of the day’ via text, but it wasn’t the same without his commentary.)

Remembering the night you spent stargazing, you also realized you missed your chance to tell him how you felt. To outright ask him out on a date. You always rationalized the urge away as not wanting to ruin your friendship, as him probably not feeling the same way as you. Who knows if he was even into girls (or anyone at all). In the many years you’d lived together, he’d never brought someone back to the apartment you shared.

(That’s because he wanted you, your heart shouted at you, you’re an idiot to let that go. But your brain insisted there had to be other reasons.)

Either way, the research you’d done with Professor Solo didn’t just get you into your doctoral program. You’d be presenting at a research conference soon. On your own. (That was a theme with Professor Solo. He’d help you start something, then insist you do the rest of the work.) This was your first time even attending this conference, let alone presenting at one. My god, you thought. How am I supposed to do this? Alone?

This will go down in flames, the voice in your head continued. You’ll fuck it up and ruin your academic reputation. And then never get your doctorate or a job.

When you get to your hotel the day before the conference was set to begin, every worry you’d ever had was spinning through your head. All the ways you could screw up nearly had you in a panic attack. Oh god, you thought, please let me get to my room before I start hyperventilating.

But then, you entered your room to find flowers. Yellow roses with a hint of red. Your favorite.

There was only one person on the planet who knew that. Poe Dameron. But how did he know where to send the flowers? Was he stalking you? The card read:

‘For my friend who I haven’t seen in forever,

My friend who is likely in a panic attack,

My friend who will kill it with her presentation.

You don’t need it, but good luck.’

God, he could write. And it’d been six months and hundreds of miles, but he still knew you well enough to anticipate what you were feeling right now.

In an instant you had your phone out and were calling him.

“Well look who finally called. I guess the flowers did the trick?” Poe answered.

“How did you even know where to send them? I never told you where I was staying! Are you stalking me or something?”

Poe explained, “Well, while you didn’t tell me the hotel you were in, you did tell me every other detail about the conference. And their website had the ‘official hotel’ of the conference, so I figured you’d stay there. The office there wouldn’t say if you were, but did tell me I could get flowers delivered there and he’d make sure they went where they needed to go. I took the chance. Obviously it worked, you called me and I didn’t even leave my name on the card.”

“You could say that. Thanks, by the way. You were right, I’m starting to freak out. I’m presenting my research tomorrow. The stuff I did for my masters. All these other presenters already have their doctorates.” you reason with him. “Maybe I’ll get there someday.”

Poe about exploded through the phone. “MAYBE? MAYBE you’ll get that degree ‘some day’? I did NOT lose my best friend to another university three states away to ‘maybe’ get a degree. You WILL get it. Not tomorrow, but eventually.”

You couldn’t tell if he was angry, joking, or trying to encourage you. A mix of the three? Somehow it did feel like he was trying to give you a pep talk. Break you out of the panic setting in and focus you back on the goal. He knew how much you wanted this and he would never discourage you from going after it.

“Okay then. How about you tell me about what’s going on back home and take my mind off this whole thing.”

Oh god, you thought. You referred to where he was as home. I mean the university, you rationalize, the place where I just lived and studied for six years. Poe’ll probably think that’s the case anyway. You certainly did not mean him.

“Well, you know while you’ve been gone, I went and knocked off another thing on my bucket list. I’m a few weeks away from having my pilot’s license!” Poe stated, which sent you into a small laughing fit. You knew he’d always wanted to, but with his awful driving skills you never thought it’d actually happen.

“Good for you, I guess. Just be careful- I definitely don’t need my best friend dying in a plane crash.”

When you finally got off the phone with Poe, it was late. You’d had room service delivered while you were still talking, him likewise with delivery. In some ways, it was like you were back together again, having dinner on the coffee table while gossiping about the faculty and staff at the university. Who was having an affair, who was being suspected of plagiarism, whatever the next big scandal would be and how the university would cover it up this time.

It was just the thing you needed to make you relax. Your boyfriend best friend supporting you.

You stopped yourself. Not again. Poe was not your boyfriend. He was a friend and nothing more. And you certainly weren’t screwing that up.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, or maybe the bottom of your heart, you couldn’t help but think of him in a romantic way. That maybe your relationship with Poe could evolve into something more. Maybe even hope for that happy ending. After all, he could have just texted you good luck, but he chose to send your favorite flowers and a beautifully written card.

That would count as a romantic overture in your mind. If you were in some kind of cheesy rom-com with him, that is.

Friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. Friends. You remind yourself.

Friends.

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Poe kept running that conversation over in his mind for days. I was a fucking idiot for sending her flowers, he thought. The note was even worse. Both were definitely something romantic, but he didn’t want you to know that he felt that way about you.

Then you asked about ‘what was going on back home’. Home. Poe asked himself if you meant the university as home, you’d been there for more than six years. Or did you mean him? Your formerly-shared apartment? Was your intention to say you considered the apartment, and him as an extension, as your home?

God, Poe thought. I’m way over thinking it.

But what if she meant that in the same way I meant the flowers? He asked himself. Some kind of idiotic slip of the mind that was only there because of underlying feelings?

Her slip of the tongue wasn’t as bad as his flowers, but it gave him some kind of hope that someday you might actually be a couple, growing your friendship into something more. But he pushed this hope out of his mind as best he could.

After all, they were only friends. Friends only. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just really good friends who know each other's favorite flowers and things that could send them into panic attacks. Friends who lived and studied together for long enough to practically be family.

Home? Just the university they went to. And where he just happened to live, too.

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Author's Note: So I used this type of flower because they are my personal favorite, but then I decided to look up the 'meaning' behind them... I suggest you do the same... (not intentional, but a really nice coincidence for this)

Also, I'll be updating this again next weekend with posts on Saturday and Sunday. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

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crowdvscritic · 3 years

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round up // JULY 21

‘Tis the season to beat the heat at the always-cold theatres and next to fans set at turbo speed. While my movie watching slowed a bit with the launch of the Summer Olympics on July 23rd, I’ve still got plenty of popcorn-ready and artsy recommendations for you. A few themes in the new-to-me pop culture I’m recommending this month:

Casts oozing with embarrassing levels of talent (sometimes overqualified for the movies they’re in)

Pop culture that is responding or reinterpreting past pop culture

Stories that get weEeEeird

Keep on-a-scrollin’ to see which is which!

July Crowd-Pleasers

1. Double Feature – ‘90s Rom-Coms feat. Lots of Lies: Mystery Date (1991) + The Pallbearer (1996)

In Mystery Date (Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 6/10), Ethan Hawke and Teri Polo get set up on a blind date that gets so bizarre and crime-y I’m not sure how this didn’t come out in the ‘80s. In The Pallbearer (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10), David Schwimmer and Gwyneth Paltrow try to combine The Graduate with Four Weddings and a Funeral in a story about lost twentysomethings. If you don’t like rom-coms in which circumstances depend on lots of lies and misunderstandings, these won’t be your jam, but if you’re like me and don’t mind these somewhat-cliché devices, you’ll be hooked by likeable casts and plenty of rom and com.

2. The Tomorrow War (2021)

I thought of no fewer movies than this list while watching: Alien, Aliens, Angel Has Fallen, Cloverfield, Interstellar, Kong: Skull Island, Prometheus, A Quiet Place: Part II, Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, Star Wars: The Revenge of the Sith, The Silence of the Lambs, The Terminator, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, and World War Z. And you know what? I like all those movies! (Okay, maybe I just have a healthy respect/fear of The Silence of the Lambs.) The Tomorrow War may not be original, but it borrows some of the best tropes and beats from the sci-fi and action genres, so much so I wish I could’ve seen Chris Pratt and Co. fight those gross monsters on a big screen. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6/10

3. Dream a Little Dream (1989)

My July pick for the Dumb Rom-Com I Nevertheless Enjoyed! I CANNOT explain the mechanics of this body switch comedy to you—nor can the back of the DVD case above—but, boy, what an ‘80s MOOD. I did not know I needed to see a choreographed dance routine starring Jason Robards and Corey Feldman, but I DID. All I know is some movies are made for me and that I’m now a card-carrying member of the Two Coreys fan club. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

4. Black Widow (2021)

The braids! The Pugh! Black Widow worked for me both as an exciting action adventure and as a respite from the Marvel adventures dependent on a long memory of the franchise. (Well, mostly—keep reading for a second MCU rec much more dependent on the gobs of previous releases.) Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

5. Liar Liar (1997)

Guys, Jim Carrey is hilarious. That’s it—that’s the review. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7/10

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6. Sob Rock by John Mayer (2021)

It’s very possible I’ve already listened to this record more than all other John Mayer records. It doesn’t surpass the capital-G Greatness of Continuum, but it’s a little bit of old school Mayer, a little bit ‘80s soft rock/pop, and I’ve had it on repeat most of the two weeks since it’s been out. Featuring the boppiest bop that ever bopped, at least one lyrical gem in every track, and an ad campaign focused on Walkmans, this record skirts the line between Crowd faves and Critic-worthy musicianship.

7. Double Feature – ‘00s Ben Affleck Political Thrillers: The Sum of All Fears (2002) + State of Play (2009)

In The Sum of All Fears (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10), Ben Affleck is Jack Ryan caught up in yet another international incident. In State of Play (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10), he’s a hotshot Congressman caught up in a scandal. Both are full of plot twists and unexpected turns, and in both, Affleck is accompanied by actors you’re always happy to see, like Jason Bateman, James Cromwell, Russell Crowe, Jeff Daniels, Viola Davis, Morgan Freeman, Philip Baker Hall, David Harbour, Rachel McAdams, Helen Mirren, Liev Schreiber, and Robin Wright—yes, I swear all of those people are in just those two movies.

8. Loki (2021-)

Unlike Black Widow, you can’t go into Loki with no MCU experience. The show finds clever ways to nudge us with reminders (and did better at it than Falcon and the Winter Soldier), but be forewarned that at some point, you’re just going to have to let go and accept wherever this timeline-hopper is taking you. An ever-charismatic cast keeps us grounded (Owen Wilson, Jonathan Majors, and an alligator almost steal the show from Tom Hiddleston in some eps), but while Falcon lasted an episode or two too long, Loki could’ve used a few more to flesh out its complicated plot and develop its characters. Thankfully, the jokes matter almost as much as the sci-fi, so you can still have fun even if you have no idea what’s going on.

9. Double Feature – Bruce Willis: Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995) + The Whole Nine Yards (2000)

Before Bruce Willis began starring in many random direct-to-DVD movies I only ever hear about in my Redbox emails, he was a Movie Star smirking his way up the box office charts. In the third Die Hard (Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 7.5/10), he teams up with Samuel L. Jackson to decipher the riddles of a terrorist madman (Jeremy Irons), and it’s a thrill ride. In The Whole Nine Yards (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10), he’s hitman that screws up dentist Matthew Perry’s boring life in Canada, and—aside from one frustrating scene of let’s-objectify-women-style nudity—it’s hilarious.

10. This Is the End (2013)

On paper, this is not a movie for me. An irreverent stoner comedy about a bunch of bros partying it up before the end of the world? None of things are for Taylors. But with a little help of a TV edit to pare down the raunchy and crude bits, I laughed my way through and spent the next several days thinking through its exploration of what makes a good person. While little of the plot is accurate to Christian Gospel and theology, some of its big ideas are consistent enough with the themes of the book of Revelation I found myself thinking about it again in church this morning. (Would love to know if Seth Rogen ever expected that.) Plus, I love a good self-aware celebrity spoof—can’t tell you how many times I’ve just laughed remembering the line, “It’s me, Jonah Hill, from Moneyball”—and an homage to horror classics. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

July Critic Picks

1. Summer of Soul (…or, When the Television Could Not Be Televised) (2021)

Even director Questlove didn’t know about the Harlem Cultural Festival, but now he’s compiled the footage so we can all enjoy one of the coolest music fest lineups ever, including The 5th Dimension, B.B. King, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Nina Simone, Sly and the Family Stone, and Stevie Wonder, who made my friend’s baby dance more than once in the womb. See it on the big screen for top-notch audio. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. Good Morning, Vietnam (1987)

Robin Williams takes on the bureaucracy, disillusionment, and malaise of the Vietnam War with comedy. Williams was a one-of-a-kind talent, and here it’s on display at a level on par with Aladdin. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

3. Against the Rules Season 2 (2020-21)

Michael Lewis (author of Moneyball, adapted into a film starring Jonah Hill), is interested in how we talk about fairness. This season he looks at how coaches impact fairness in areas like college admissions, credit cards, and youth sports.

4. Bugsy Malone (1976)

A gangster musical starring only children? It’s a little like someone just picked ideas out of a hat, but somehow it works. You can hear why in the Bugsy Malone episode Kyla and I released this month on SO IT’S A SHOW?, plus how this weird artifact of a film connects with Gilmore Girls.

5. The Queen (2006)

Before The Crown, Peter Morgan wrote The Queen, focusing on Queen Elizabeth II (Helen Mirren) in the days following the death of Princess Diana. It’s a complex and compassionate drama, both for the Queen and for Prime Minister Tony Blair (Michael Sheen, who has snuck up on me to become a favorite character actor). Maybe I’ve got a problem, but I’ll never tire of the analysis of this famous family. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9.5/10

6. The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean (1972)

This month at ZekeFilm, we took a closer look at Revisionist Westerns we’ve missed. I fell hard for Roy Bean, and I think you will, too, if for no other reason than you might like a story starring Jacqueline Bisset, Ava Gardner, John Huston, Paul Newman, and Anthony Perkins. Oh, and a bear! Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 10/10

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7. New Trailer Round Up

Naked Singularity (Aug. 6) – John Boyega in a crime thriller!

Queenpins (Aug. 10) – A crime comedy about extreme coupon-ing!

Dune (Oct. 1) – I’ve been cooler on the anticipation for this film, but this new look has me cautiously intrigued thanks to the Bardem + Bautista + Brolin + Chalamet + Ferguson + Isaac + Momoa + Zendaya of it all.

The Last Duel (Oct. 15) – Affleck! Damon! Driver!

Ghostbusters: Afterlife (Nov. 11) - I’m not sure why we need this, but I’m down for the Paul Rudd + Finn Wolfhard combo

King Richard (Nov. 19) - Will Smith as Venus and Serena’s father!

Encanto (Nov. 24) – Disney and Lin-Manuel Miranda making more magic together!

House of Gucci (Nov. 24) - Gaga! Pacino! Driver!

Also in July…

Kyla and I took a look at the classic supernatural soap Dark Shadows and why Sookie might be obsessed with it on Gilmore Girls.

I revisited a so-bad-it’s-good masterpiece that’s a surrealist dream even Fellini couldn’t have cooked up. Yes, for ZekeFilm I wrote about the Vanilla Ice movie, Cool as Ice, which is now a part of my Blu-ray collection.

Photo credits: Against the Rules. All others IMDb.com.

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Alone in the Ashes {19}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This one is actually pretty fluffy, friends. You’re welcome.

“It's a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it.” ― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“What do you think of an October wedding?”

Rhysand was flipping pancakes in the skillet - it was breakfast for dinner night. He’d already made a plate piled high with bacon. “Sounds nice.”

“This October,” Feyre clarified, scrolling through her newsfeed on her phone from the barstool behind the island.

Rhysand glanced over his shoulder. “As in...three months from now?”

“Yeah,” Feyre said, smiling. “Why not?”

“Don’t weddings take ten years to plan?” Rhysand asked, turning off the stove top burner.

“Usually, but I don’t want anything big,” she said, setting down her phone. “And, I always wanted a fall wedding. Early October will allow us to do it outside before it starts getting too cold...and I don’t want to wait a whole year and a half to become your wife.”

Rhysand turned around and leaned against the opposite side of the island. “Tell me when and where, and I’ll be there, waiting for you at the end of the aisle.”

Her grin widened. “Good answer.”

Rhysand winked. “See? I’m making a good husband already.”

“I never doubted that you were husband material,” Feyre said, eyes softening. “I have to tell the girls. Oh, fuck, there’s so much to do in three months time. Okay. I need a notepad.”

“A notepad?” Rhysand chuckled.

“Yes,” she said, giving him a pointed look as she dug through a few junk drawers before finding a small notepad and a pen. “Alright. I need a dress. I need bridesmaids...they also need dresses. We need to pick out wedding bands. Oh, and an actual band to play at our reception. Food. We need food. A place to get married. A priest. Oh, Mila will be the flower girl, of course. What else….alcohol! We must have wine.”

Rhysand stared as she listed off item after item after item.

“You realize all this needs to be done in three months, right?” he asked. “If you must get married this October.”

Feyre nodded, slowly, looking uncertain as she looked through her final pages that made up her list.

“Hey,” Rhysand said, quietly. “We can wait.”

“No,” she said, setting the list down and looking up at him. “Rhys, I wanna be your wife, and I don’t wanna have to wait. You asked me to marry you, I said yes, now we’re going to get married. And I don’t want to wait. As much as I love calling you my fiance, I’m already ready to call you my husband.”

Rhysand huffed a laugh. “Alright. Give me the notepad, then.”

Feyre slid the notepad and pen across the island, along with her ridiculously long list. Rhysand starting writing out a new one, and when he was done, he handed two sheets to Feyre and kept two for himself.

She raised her brows. “What’s this?”

“I split it in half. You and the girls take care of what’s on that list, me and Cassian and Az will take care of what’s on mine. You wanna get married in October, then we’ll be ready to get married in October.”

A small smile appeared on Feyre’s lips. “I constantly wonder how I became so lucky.”

“As you should,” Rhysand muttered. “I’m fucking awesome.”

With a roll of her eyes, Feyre stood from the barstool and ran around the island, into Rhysand’s arms. She kissed him, long and slowly, before grabbing a plate off the counter and loading it up with food. They ate on the couch, watching a ridiculous, old rom-com.

Feyre thought that if this was a preview of the rest of her life, she was, truly, one lucky woman.

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Mila was playing with Elain’s new kitten in her living room while Azriel sat with Elain in the kitchen.

They had spent the last few hours clearing out Elain’s guest room, which they had just unpacked the week before. Nesta would be moving in for a while. Elain had offered, and Nesta had jumped on the opportunity.

“It sounds like she’s doing well,” Azriel said. “All things considering.”

“She will be,” Elain said, nodding.

Azriel moved his chair closer to hers. “And how are you doing? Still okay?”

Elain nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The first week after she stopped her diet pills was hard on her body. She woke up every morning, feeling sick, starving for the first time in ages. She had tried to get on a regulated, healthy eating schedule, but her body was adjusting.

As time went on, though, it grew easier.

“Lain!” Mila called from the living room. “Can I watch t.v.?”

Elain looked at Azriel, who nodded. When she left to help Mila turn it on, Azriel stood from where he was sitting and wandered around the kitchen. There was a picture she had put onto her fridge of her, Feyre, and Nesta in high school.

Not much had changed.

In the picture, Elain wore her cheerleading uniform, Nesta was wearing a black cropped top and jeans, and Feyre was wearing Rhysand’s Letterman jacket. It was after a basketball game, taken outside among the falling Autumn leaves. He wished he would have known Elain, then. Wished he would have found her sooner.

“Admiring me in my cheer uniform?” Elain asked, coming up behind him. When he turned and wrapped his arms around her, he was grinning.

“If you still have it, I wouldn’t be mad if you put it on.”

Elain laughed, shoving him in the chest. “Keep dreaming. I remember watching you play. Basketball. You were good.”

“I loved it,” Azriel said. “Smoked too much pot, though, to ever make anything of myself playing. At least, that’s what coach used to say.”

Elain chuckled. “Well, little did he know you would turn into such an amazing man.”

“You think too highly of me,” he mumbled, leaning down to capture her lips with his. The kiss was soft, but it lasted a while, Elain melting into his touch, Azriel’s arms tightening around her waist.

He lifted her up and set her on the edge of the counter. Her slim legs immediately wrapped around his body, pulling him closer to her. His tongue swept between her lips, and he only hesitated when he heard Mila laughing at something on the t.v.

He’d forgotten she was there.

Azriel jerked back, feeling guilty for melting into their own little world, but Elain was laughing, quietly.

“I suppose we should keep off each other while the little one is awake,” she whispered.

Azriel nodded, then kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, one final time. “Maybe so.”

“But when she goes to sleep…” Elain trailed off, running her fingers down his chest.

Azriel grinned, eyes lighting up as he said, “Tease.”

“Only for you,” Elain muttered, wrapping her arms around him in an innocent embrace.

Even though innocent it was, Mila thought it was horrifying.

“Ewwww, I’m right here!” she yelled, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

Azriel laughed as he spun around, narrowed his eyes, and started running toward Mila. She yelled and started running the other way, but Azriel’s legs were just a little bit longer. He caught her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Let me down!” she giggled.

“Never!” Azriel cried, but he threw her down onto the couch before tickling her tummy.

Elain stood in the doorway, watching the sight with a full heart.

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Cassian had just gotten home from work when he saw Nesta, coming out of her apartment, struggling with a bigass box.

It had been almost two weeks since Feyre had spent the night at her sister’s apartment and Cassian had been trying to keep his distance. He had noticed, too, that Nesta hadn’t been home much. She had either been with Feyre or Elain. She couldn’t trust herself to be alone.

“Need help?” he asked.

She stopped, and although he couldn’t see her over the box, he assumed he was the last person she wanted to see.

“No, it’s okay.” There was nothing hard in her voice, just exhaustion. Feyre said she was detoxing - which, judging by the amount of drugs she had pulled out of Nesta’s apartment days before, Cassian wasn’t surprised.

“I don’t mind,” he said, taking the box from her before she could protest. “Moving?”

She sighed, finally able to meet his eye once she was free of the box. She grabbed another one, a smaller one, from just inside of her doorway. “Going to live with Elain. She has an extra room.”

Cassian nodded, surprised, and a small, selfish part of him was upset she was leaving the apartment across from his.

“Well, I can help you carry some of this down to your car. And, if you need more room, I don’t mind helping,” he said. “I do have a truck.”

She smiled, softly. “Thanks.”

Nesta closed her door and started walking toward the staircase, Cassian close behind. When they made it to her car, Cassian shoved the giant box into her trunk.

As they began to walk back up the stairs, she cleared her throat. “Cassian…I’ve been meaning to come by-”

“It’s okay,” he said, cutting her off. “You don’t have to-”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed. She stopped in front of her apartment door to meet his gaze.

Cassian said nothing. He just leaned against the brick building with his hands in his pockets.

“What I did to you wasn’t fair, and I know that, but I just want you to know that it had nothing to do with you.”

It’s not you, it’s me. It was the oldest line in the book; but, for once, Cassian knew it to be true. Even if it did make him feel guilty.

“I should have been there for you,” he said, then. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Are you fucking kidding? I pushed you away. You had every right to react as you did. I wanted you to react as you did. I wanted you to hate me. And I was glad when you did.”

Cassian cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

She shook her head. “It’s not important.”

“It is to me,” Cassian whispered.

Nesta nodded, and leaned against the wall opposite of him. She blew out a long, slow, unsteady breath. “It’s easier when people don’t like you.”

Cassian thought of all the times he had told Nesta how he felt about her. Not once did she tell him that she liked him back; and when he had told her that he loved her, she wouldn’t even let him finish.

“Maybe so,” he agreed. “But it’s lonely.”

“I’ve always been lonely,” she said, simply.

Cassian nodded. “You don’t have to be, though. Start letting people in, Nesta. You’ll find it’s a hell of a lot nicer that way.”

She huffed a laugh and looked out at the parking lot, where the sun was setting. “Maybe I’ll give it a try.”

“Good,” Cassian muttered, and when she looked back at him, he was already watching her. “Need help packing up?”

“You just got home from work,” she said. “You should go relax.”

“I never relax,” he countered. “I’ve got nothing to do. Amren is out walking Bryaxis. Last offer.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed, but there was a small smile on her mouth. “Okay. Sure. Thanks.”

He nodded before following her into her apartment. She had already packed quite a bit up. Boxes of all shapes and sizes sat around the living room and the kitchen.

“All I really have left is my bedroom and the bathroom.”

“Boxes?”

“At the end of the hallway. A Sharpie is there, too.”

“Right,” Cassian said. “And if I forget to label a box?”

“I’ll know it was you who forgot and I’ll kick your ass.”

Cassian laughed. “Holy fuck, Nesta Archeron made a joke.”

She looked over her shoulder as she padded down the hallway. Her eyes were bright. Weary, but bright “It wasn’t a joke.”

Humored, Cassian walked after her and into her bedroom. “Where do you want me to start?”

“You’re tall,” she began, “mind getting all the stuff from the top of my closet?”

Cassian nodded, grabbed a box from the hallway and taped up the bottom before getting to work.

“So, how are you feeling?”

She didn’t answer for a minute, and as another minute passed, Cassian thought he had pissed her off. But, then she answered, “Decent. Thankfully, Feyre found the hard stuff before I could really get into it. Most of what I took were those pain pills...Last week was hell. I was miserable. But the last couple days…” she shrugged. “The last couple days have been decent. I’m really fucking tired, but my head is clear...Even though my thoughts run a little more wild with a clear head. I’ve got a long road ahead of me, and I’ll have to fight for myself, every day, but, for the first time, I look forward to that.”

“That’s good,” he said, and when Nesta gave him a curious look he said, “Not about being tired and feeling like hell, about...you know. You just...You look good.”

She gave him another curious look.

“Not in like a sexual sense. I mean - you look good that way, too, but, I meant...you know. You look….hydrated.”

Nesta laughed, quietly. “Hydrated. Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Cassian said, then quickly faced her closet to stop whatever words were wanting to come out of his mouth before he could think better of it.

Just when he thought Nesta couldn’t have any more books than the ones that had been displayed in her living room, he pulled down stack after stack from the shelf at the top of her closet. There were also photo albums, which she refused to let him look through, and old CDs. There was one thing that really surprised him, though, that he found in the back of the closet.

“You play the violin?”

Nesta stopped what she was doing by her desk. “You sound surprised.”

He looked at her, from the top of her head to her socks that were covered in black cats. “I just….never saw you as the violin type. Or, you know, the musical type in general.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “I haven’t played in years. My mom gave that to me, though, when I played nearly every day. Can’t get rid of it. Maybe I’ll pick it up again some day.”

Cassian unhooked the case and looked inside. It was made of a red wood, the bow was well worn. With a smile, he shut it safely inside and placed it in the top of his box. “You should. Pick it up again.”

“Do you play anything?” Nesta asked, her back turned to him, once more.

“No,” Cassian answered. “I sang in choir in high school though.”

Nesta’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“You can sing?”

“Fuck no,” Cassian said. “I was horrible.”

As Nesta’s laughter filled the room, Cassian taped the box shut and wrote in big, obnoxious letters, Top Closet Shit. He underlined it three times before putting the lid back on the marker and tossing it on her bed.

She watched him, brows raised.

He shrugged. “At least I labelled.”

Cassian stayed with her all night, helping pack the rest of her belongings. He did most of the work as she ordered him around, which Cassian was happy to do because he could tell she was exhausted. She seemed to be doing well, though. But every now and then when he looked at her, when she didn’t know it, her eyes were distant, heavy. But when she smiled at him, it was true. Genuine. And when she spoke, he knew she meant the words coming out of her mouth. For once, she seemed excited at the thought of going to live with her sister.

As midnight rolled around, everything Nesta owned was packed away in a box. She walked Cassian to her front door.

“Thank you for helping,” she said, eyes still bright from their night of talking about useless shit and laughing about nothing, even though that exhaustion lingered. “Truly. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I care about you, Nesta,” he said, voice quiet. “And I’m proud of you.”

Her smile faded, and she nodded, blue eyes shining. “Thanks.”

“I’ll be here in the morning to load the back of my truck up,” he promised.

“Great,” she whispered, smiling once more.

Cassian turned to leave, but when he opened the door, Nesta called his name.

He turned around and she had taken a step closer to him.

She shook her head as she said, “I was falling in love with you, too. For whatever it’s worth.”

Cassian froze before closing the distance between them and pressing his mouth to the top of her head.

After one last smile, he left, and let himself into his own apartment.

Amren watched as he closed the door and leaned against it.

She asked him a question, but he didn’t hear it.

Nesta’s words were replaying in his mind, over and over and over again.

I was falling in love with you, too.

Cassian smiled.

When she said it, her eyes were clear, her voice sturdy.

She was sober.

Nesta was sober.

Friends may be all that they remained, but that confession would stay with him.

For whatever it’s worth.

It was worth everything.

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Prompts:

{ “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever met that asshole” - Feysand } -anonymous

{ “How about Nessian needing to fake date when they go home for the holidays?!” } - anonymous

{ “could u pls do like an elriel fic where azriel is like this mysterious bad boy and elain is a goody two shoes lik aaaaa i cant get that image out of my head” } - anonymous

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #sjm #fanfic #fanfiction #modern au #nessian #feysand #elriel #tacmc aita #fluff

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pitubea1910 · 4 years

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Those days

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You didn’t sign up for this.

It just didn’t come in the contract you signed when you were born. Yeah, you were up for hangovers, headaches, anything… but when had you signed up to be a bloody mess every single month for half of your life?

It sucked. Being on your period sucked in every single way possible. Especially, the first few days of that long ass week. All you wanted to do was staying in bed, eating all the sugary food in the world, watching rom-coms all day and cuddled up in Tom’s arms. Of course, that last part was impossible when he was busy filming.

Going to Atlanta with him while he filmed the second Spider-Man movie had been a great decision. You both had had a really hard time when you had to be away when he was away for so long to make the last Avengers movie. Back then, you had only been dating for a few months and even if he wasn’t gone for too long since he wasn’t that much in the movie, it was the longest months of your life.

It all was different this time. You were together in Atlanta, living in the apartment he had rented for the time you were going to be living there. It had only been three weeks, but you had never been happier. At least until you bloody friend decided to join the party.

“What can I do?” Tom asked at six in the morning when you had left the bed to take some painkillers for the cramps.

“Nothing”, you sighed, cuddling up to him when you went back to bed.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing way that had you sleeping in no time. He didn’t really go back to sleep since he had to be on set in less than two hours, but he spent all the time he could hugging you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.

Tom knew how bad your periods were since he had been through many of them with you in the year and a half you had been together, but he had never been with you during a whole day, let alone a whole period. It was the first time he saw how bad your cramps were, how moody you were and how terrible it was for you. It made him feel so useless.

“Babe…” he whispered an hour later when his alarm went off and you stirred a bit. “I have to get up.”

“Already?” You whispered back, not opening your eyes.

“Yes”, he said after placing a kiss on your head. “I’m so sorry”. He added.

“Don’t worry”, you said and kissed his bare chest softly. “When will you be back?” You asked opening your eyes a little to look at him.

“I don’t know”, he honestly said. “As soon as possible, but…”

“But you’re Spider-Man”, you sighed. “I know, don’t worry”, you said.

“You’re okay?” He asked.

You nodded with your eyes back closed. He knew you weren’t okay, that you were only saying so to make him feel better, which wasn’t working at all. But he couldn’t stay home, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to. Yet, it took him all his strength to pull himself from you and get out of bed.

He took a quick shower and a quick breakfast, since he always had time to eat some more on set. Before leaving, he went back to the room where you had fallen back asleep. With a small smile, he went back to the kitchen to take a page from the notebook where you used to write the grocery lists and wrote a quick note for you. Then, he walked into the room and put it on his pillow before kissing your hair softly, trying not to wake you up, and finally walked out of the apartment. He was already late.

***

It was 9.30 a.m. when you woke up again. Taking the painkiller had been a big help and it had allowed you to rest for a couple of hours at least, but you still didn’t feel like leaving your bed. Usually, you would do your morning routine and some studying before going to set to have lunch with Tom and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with him there, but not today.

You rolled over to his side of the bed to bury your face in his pillow, which still had his scent, and smiled a little. It was then when you touched a piece of paper you hadn’t seen. With a curious frown on your forehead, you took it and smiled as you recognised Tom’s handwriting.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible with chocolates and enough candy to feed a country for a year. I love you so much, babe. Tom.”

He really was the sweetest guy you had ever met. You took the phone from your bedside table and texted him: just got up and I’m already craving those candies. Love you xx.” You knew he wasn’t going to text back right away since he was busy filming, so you forced yourself to get out of the bed to take a shower.

***

“You’re distracted today”, Zendaya told Tom once they had finished filming a scene.

Tom had got to set that morning with his mind on you and he hadn’t been able to focus completely on the movie, which was causing a bit of delay. Usually he would pull himself together and do his job, but he felt awful for leaving you alone.

“Yeah, everything okay?” Harrison asked coming over to give him some water, like he used to do when they finished a scene.

“Yeah”, he nodded. “Do you have my phone?”

“Yeah”, Harrison said before giving him the device.

Tom unlocked it to see the text you had sent him a while ago. He smiled a little and texted back immediately. At least, it looked like you were feeling a bit better. Although it was really impossible to know from a simple text.

“Tom, we know you” Zendaya said, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s…” Tom sighed and locked his phone. “It’s just that (Y/N) is not feeling well today and I feel bad leaving her alone”, he finally explained.

“What’s wrong?” Harrison asked with a frown. “She was okay yesterday when I left your apartment.”

“She’s on her period”, Tom said with a shrug. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“To be honest, there’s not much you can do”, Harrison said. Tom glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that. You have to work!”

“Actually…” Zendaya said with a look that meant she was coming up with some idea. “You could try and do something.”

“What?” Tom asked.

“Why don’t you talk to Jon and ask for a day off?” She said.

“He won’t give it to me. I play Peter, I’m in almost every scene”, Tom said.

“Do you have anything to lose? It’s not like you’re yourself anyway”, Zendaya shrugged. “Just ask him. The worst-case scenario, you have to stay. But if he says yes, you can go back to (Y/N).”

***

Just like you had imagined, you had spent the whole morning in bed with Netflix on TV. You had almost finished the fifth season of Friends when you got up to go to the bathroom. It didn’t matter if you hadn’t done anything, you still felt exhausted, but it was how you always felt on these days. It was like you had ran the New York marathon without leaving the bed.

Of course, the fact that you had to spend the day alone didn’t help. You would never hold it against Tom. You knew it was impossible for him to stay home, but you missed him so much you wished he was there.

When you left the bathroom, you went to the kitchen to make yourself some tea. It would always relieve some of the cramps. Of course, taking a painkiller would be more effective, but you had already taken one that morning, so you didn’t want to take another one just yet. A tea would have to make it.

As you waited for the water to boil, you looked out of the window. It was a bright sunny day there in Atlanta, not as hot as Tom had told you it could be, but it was still pretty warm. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Tom in the suit. He would be boiling. With a smile, you took your phone from the counter to text him, but you stopped when you heard the door of the apartment opening.

Your face probably was worth taking a photo when you saw Tom walking in with a full plastic bag on his hand. He closed the door, left the keys on the counter next to it and turned to walk straight to the room where he probably thought you were. Instead, he saw you on the kitchen, looking at him like you had just seen a ghost.

“Surprise!” He said with a big smile.

“What?” You mumbled, making him laugh.

He walked over to the kitchen and left the bag on the counter. Then, he turned off the kettle, which was already boiling but you had obviously forgotten about it.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked.

“I asked Jon if I could have a day off to be with you”, he simply said.

“But… I, I don’t understand”, you said.

With a smile, he got closer to you and wrapped both arms around your waist before kissing your forehead. Then, he told you about what had happened on set, about how distracted he was, his conversation with Zendaya and Harrison and how he had ended up asking Jon for a day off to be with you.

“He didn’t really like the idea, to be honest”, he then said. “But it turns out that Zendaya can be quite persuasive if you ask me.”

“And… so, you’re going to spend the day here? With me?” You asked.

“And I didn’t come alone”, he said pulling away from you, which only increased your confusion.

Tom took the bag he had previously set on the counter and started taking all kind of candy from it. Oreos, gummy bears, pop-tarts, ice cream, cupcakes, chocolates. Indeed, it could feed you for a whole month with what he had bought.

“Everything for my best girl”, he said when you asked him why he had brought all that. “Now… choose a rom-com while I make popcorns.”

“Stupid, Crazy Love?” You asked.

“I knew it”, he winked. You smiled widely and were about to go to the room when he grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you back to him. “I love you”, he said looking down at you.

“I love you too”, you smiled widely before kissing him. “But Ryan Gosling awaits”, you said against his lips and walked quickly towards the room, making Tom laugh.

“When you think of Gosling, think of who brough you Oreos!” He exclaimed.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #pitubea #imagine #zendaya #harrison #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #peter parker #spidey #original work

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One Night in Milwaukee - Ch. 6

(Now with my new cover art...)

David x Patrick, 2700 words this chapter (A03) 18k so far. Read from the beginning here.

Summary: Being stuck in the Milwaukee airport is bad enough. Then David realizes that the man who broke his heart is sitting right next to him. After a rom-com worthy reunion, David and Patrick decide to give it another try.

Chapter 6

There’s a new lightness in the air as they settle back inside the house, David kicking back on the couch while Patrick pokes around in the kitchen. He really does need to make a list and do a real grocery run – although he appreciates David’s efforts to save him the trouble.

David grumbles at his phone and stands up. “Do you mind if I deal with this? There’s a problem with a supplier, it’ll go faster if I just talk to her instead of sending endless e-mails.”

“Of course not, go ahead.”

Patrick watches David head back towards the bedroom, his phone already up to his ear. Patrick’s glad that David is still involved with Rose Apothecary, even if it’s not what it used to be. At least it means that some part of what they created together survived.

Patrick heard about what happened with the store itself from Stevie, how David relocated it near Toronto, but eventually closed down the physical location. Stevie told Patrick that David’s heart didn’t seem to be in it anymore, but now that Patrick knows that David was depressed, he wonders how much Stevie knew. Patrick wouldn’t have been able to do it, either – have the store, but not David. It was always about the two of them together, left brain and right brain working in tandem. If he had to run Rose Apothecary by himself, it would definitely have lost its heart.

Patrick finishes up the grocery list, the act of neatly putting down everything he needs soothing in its own right, and sits down on the couch with a glass of water. He’s tired, again. It seems like he can’t go ten minutes without wanting to lie down. It’s been a week since he was hurt, and he thought he’d feel better by now.

Patrick remembers David scolding him, on the plane, for traveling so soon. He probably has a point, but if Patrick hadn’t decided to get out of town, he wouldn’t have run into David, and that’s worth a lot more than sore ribs.

He leans back on the couch and closes his eyes, wincing as his muscles relax. If he concentrates, he can hear David’s voice as he talks on the phone, the cadence familiar and reassuring.

Patrick wakes up to the tantalizing aroma of garlic sizzling in a pan. He grabs his phone, dismayed to find that it’s almost six o’clock, the whole afternoon having gone by while he napped on the couch.

“Hey there,” David says, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re up just in time. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes or so, I was just getting ready to heat the water.

Patrick reaches for David, and David’s face lights up as he sinks onto the couch next to him and pulls him into a hug. “Hi,” Patrick says, still half-asleep. It feels too easy, to have David right here with him, to be breathing into his shoulder like nothing ever went wrong.

“Hi,” David responds, rubbing his palms over Patrick’s back. “Have a good nap?”

“Sorry I slept so much.” He almost resents missing the time with David. Time with David is far more interesting than sleeping.

“Not a problem,” David says. “Gave me the chance to take the Camry out for another spin.”

“Ugh, you did the shopping again?”

“I did, and thanks, by the way, for the detailed list. Although I’m not sure that you needed to specify back-ups for each of the items. I’m pretty sure I could figure out what brand of tomato sauce to buy if your top choice wasn’t available.”

“That list wasn’t meant for you,” Patrick grumbles. “I just like having a plan.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” David kisses Patrick again, and stands up despite Patrick’s grabby hands. It feels so good to have David close to him, he doesn’t want to let go. “You go freshen up while I finish, if I don’t get the water going it’ll be forever until we can eat.”

Patrick uses the bathroom and puts some after-sun lotion on his face, where a bit of color is just appearing on his nose and cheeks. It doesn’t take much. He needs to remember to use sunscreen down here, or else he’s going to turn into a lobster.

When he comes out, David is working on the Bolognese, and there’s a large pot of water heating on the stove.

“That smells great,” Patrick says, leaning around David to check out the sauce. He lets his hand linger on David’s waist. David has put on a pair of his own black jeans, but he’s still wearing Patrick’s dark green t-shirt from this morning. It stretches enticingly across David’s shoulders as he stirs the pot.

“You still like this, right?” David asks. “You haven’t become a vegetarian, or anything like that?”

Patrick laughs. “If didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have put the ingredients on the list.”

David has set out dishes and silverware on the kitchen island where they had their breakfast. The room also has a small round table, but it’s covered in piles of all the junk mail that has been delivered since his parents were last here, and the groceries David bought this afternoon.

There’s a bottle of wine there too, the one Patrick had listed as his top choice on the list he made earlier. It’s an easy to drink table red that he remembered being able to buy when he was visiting his parents last winter, with a very high class screw top. He thinks David will like it, and it will pair well with the tomato sauce.

Patrick opens the bottle and searches around in the cabinets for two matching wine glasses.

“Oh, um, none for me, thanks,” David says as Patrick sets the two glasses down next to their plates.

“You sure? It’s not fancy, but it’s not as bad as Herb’s fruit wine, either.” Patrick is surprised, but not particularly so, not until he turns and sees the deer-in-headlights look on David’s face. “David? You okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah. It’s fine.”

Patrick watches David as he slowly empties the box of pasta into the boiling water, giving the task quite a bit more attention than it needs. Deciding not to push, he screws the cap back on the bottle of red and puts it down on the table, and exchanges the wine glasses for water glasses.

David turns to him, his face scrunched up and pained. “You can have wine.”

“Nah, it’s okay.”

“No, I mean, just because I’m not having any, it’s okay if you do.”

“I get that, thanks.”

David shakes his head. “So why did you put the wine away?”

“It’s not as much fun if it’s just me.” Patrick realizes that this might not be the best thing to say as soon as the words leave his mouth, but he can’t quite figure out how to fix it.

After a few moments of awkward silence, David speaks up, keeping his eyes on the stove. “I’m not an alcoholic. And I’m not going to fall off the wagon if there’s a glass of wine in my vicinity.”

Patrick thinks back to the many evenings they spent curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, whether something cheap from Brebner’s or a reserve vintage they nabbed from the store. He’s never known David to have a problem with alcohol. Between the two of them, Patrick was the lightweight, and much more likely to get tipsy. Clearly there has to be a reason for David’s decision to abstain, whether it qualifies as alcoholism or not, but given how nervous David looks, Patrick wants to tread lightly.

“You can tell me as little or as much as you want to about why you’re not drinking, David. It’s okay no matter what the reason.”

Patrick’s standing close enough to David that he can see him swallowing hard, trying to keep his composure. The last thing he wants is to send them off the rails into another emotional meltdown. David clearly feels put on the spot, and that’s not what he meant to do. He certainly doesn’t want David to feel like he’s being judged. It would be the worst kind of hypocrisy at this point.

Patrick clears his throat a little, not sure how to launch this discission, but then decides to jump right in. “You know, the night I was attacked, with Jamie, I was hammered. Wasted. I made some bad decisions that I probably wouldn’t have made if I was sober.”

David steps away from the pot of boiling water and stares at Patrick. “What are you talking about?”

Patrick recognizes David’s “I need a minute to catch up” phrase, and understands. He wishes he could have found a way to work this into conversation more smoothly, but there is a connection, and he needs to get it out. However he goes at it, the explanation is a rough one, and Patrick’s been stumbling over it in his own mind for a week now. At least if he manages to spit it out, he might be able to come to terms with it.

“My aunt had asked me to get together with Jamie to check in on him, saying he was having a hard time at university. But really she was asking Jamie to check in on me. I wasn’t doing well – I hadn’t found a new job, wasn’t even really looking, and I was pretty miserable. So I let Jamie convince me that going out with him and his college friends was a good look for a thirty-something guy, and I sat at the bar all night and drank tequila shots.”

“But you don’t even like tequila,” David says, breathless.

“No, I don’t. It’s disgusting.”

“It is.” David nods sympathetically. He takes Patrick by the arm and pulls him out of the kitchen, sitting him down on the couch and letting his hands rest on his shoulders. “Okay. Tell me the rest.”

Patrick is almost thankful that David won’t let him end the story there. It’s time to get it out. “Jamie was flirting with another guy, some other kids started talking shit, and I got up to intervene, thinking I would save the day and defend him. I imagined myself some kind of hero. But I was so drunk, whatever I was saying was just making it worse. I wasn’t being clever, I was just being loud and aggressive. Jamie dragged me outside, trying to avoid trouble. But the asshole kids followed us out, and that’s when it got physical.”

“Patrick.” David’s eyes are wide, and he stares at Patrick for a long moment, then pulls him into his arms. “I’m so sorry,” David says, holding him tight. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry too,” Patrick says. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong-”

“I kind of did,” Patrick corrects him, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his face into David’s hair. “I’m not blaming the victim here, but this was more your run-of-the-mill bar fight than a hate crime. I was blitzed off my ass, I said some stupid stuff to some hyped-up kids practically half my age, and I got beat up.”

“You only got in a fight because you were defending your cousin,” David says. “Who was the target of homophobic animals.”

“I’ll accept 90% bar fight, 10% hate crime,” Patrick says, sinking into David’s embrace.

“At least fifty-fifty.” David’s big hand is holding Patrick’s head against his own. Patrick shifts a little, and then he’s sitting in David’s lap, surrounded by David’s arms, his scent, his breath.

“I feel like an idiot,” Patrick says softly, and David shakes his head in denial.

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Wouldn’t you be embarrassed if you got yourself into that situation?” Patrick asks.

David rubs his hands up and down Patrick’s back, and his sore muscles twinge, but Patrick doesn’t pull away. It feels too good to be wrapped up in David like this. “Maybe a little. But they <i>assaulted</i> you. No matter what you said to them, that’s criminal.” David turns his face and his nose presses into Patrick’s hair. “Did you talk to the police? Do you want to talk to our lawyer? Now that my family has money again, she’s returning our calls.”

“No, I reported it, the guy who kicked me is probably pleading out. I didn’t want to have to deal with it.”

“And so you booked a flight to Florida.”

“I did.”

The timer on the stove goes off and they both jump, Patrick regretting it instantly as his ribs protest.

“Oh, god, sorry, are you okay?” David babbles, his hands reaching to steady Patrick as they untangle themselves.

“I’m fine,” Patrick says with a smile. He gives David’s hand a squeeze and then they make their way into the kitchen to deal with their dinner, Patrick searching for a strainer for the pasta as David turns off the heat. They work together easily, plating their food and digging in, and their conversation returns to mundane things like whether Patrick’s version of Bolognese is appropriate even though it’s made with ground beef, and why flat pasta tastes better than round pasta.

They’ve finished loading the dishwasher and putting away their leftovers when David stops wiping the counter and turns to Patrick, one hand on his hip. “So, you don’t care if I don’t drink?” David’s face is studiously neutral, but Patrick can tell he’s nervous about Patrick’s answer.

“Nope. I really don’t. It’d be good for me to stop, too. At least for a while.”

David holds Patrick’s gaze, and for a moment Patrick thinks he’s going to argue, but then he just nods. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

They migrate to the couch, and David turns on another cooking show (this one has the contestants running through a grocery store to find their ingredients, and it makes Patrick think about David at the nearby supermarket this afternoon, patiently going through Patrick’s ridiculously detailed list to find the 15 oz cans of organic, fire-roasted petite diced tomatoes), and before he knows it Patrick is nodding off.

“Hey.”

Patrick opens his eyes, finding David looking at him from the other end of the couch.

“Want to go to bed?”

Patrick squints to see the time on the clock in the kitchen. “It’s not even nine.”

David shrugs. “So?” He stands up and holds out his hand. “I’m open to an early night.”

It should bother him, this coddling from David, but it doesn’t. After he got beat up, Patrick had quickly turned away his parents’ suggestion that he come home to recuperate. At the time he was too upset about where he had ended up – alone, unemployed, and frankly feeling like an idiot for having let his life turn into such a mess – to let his family take care of him. He can’t believe it was only a week ago. And it was only forty-eight hours ago that he ran into David in the Milwaukee airport. It’s crazy how quickly everything has changed.

Patrick takes David’s hand and lets him help him up off the couch. He leans into David and tucks his face in the crook of his neck, and David hums reassurance and pats his shoulders. David smells like garlic and onions and Rose Apothecary body milk, and Patrick wants to stay here forever.

“Sorry, you’ll fall asleep on your feet, and that won’t work for either of us,” David says, and Patrick realizes he must have said that last bit out loud that. No harm done, it seems.

They take turns in the bathroom, and get changed into sleep clothes, David wearing the same striped t-shirt Patrick remembers from way back at Ray’s house. “Okay if I read for a while?” David asks, propping a pillow behind himself. He blinks at Patrick, his dark lashes hypnotizing, until Patrick rouses himself enough to respond.

“Of course.” Patrick slides under the covers and tucks himself against David almost automatically, his drowsiness letting him get away with it without even feeling awkward. David curls his arm around Patrick’s body, holding him close, and Patrick drifts off feeling better than he has in a long, long time.

#David x Patrick #Schitt's Creek #Schitt's Creek fic #David Rose #Patrick Brewer #Hurt/comfort #Reunion

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A Split Second (Part 2) [Bryce Lahela x f!MC]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f!MC (Dr. Claire King).

Chapter Rating: T (one use of the f-word)

Word Count: 2.4K.

Description: A confrontation. Who will make it out? TW: guns, violence, blood. Part 1.

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices’ Open Heart. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Claire King’s background is my own creation, based off of MC in-game’s personality.

Author’s Note: OKAY did NOT expect that reaction! I’m glad everyone loved the first part, and I hope you all enjoy part two! Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

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Bryce Lahela was a lot of things.

A surgical resident. A guy with great hair. A guy who had magic hands. But he never expected to be a coward.

Which he was. He was a coward for avoiding Claire; dodging her calls, avoiding hang out with their friends if she was there, running to the opposite side of the hospital if he even caught a whiff of her jasmine perfume wafting down the hall. Even still, he longed for the sight of her face, the sound of her laugh, the way she fit perfectly in the spot between his shoulder and his neck.

And he felt like such an idiot. When he first decided to try and cheer Claire up, it was just as a friend. Sure, he had some lingering feelings from their first days as interns, but one look at Claire and Doctor Ramsey in the same room and it was clear which doctor she had her sights on. He had given up all hope of trying to catch her attention and reserved himself to just being a good friend, trying his best to ignore the way his skin felt like it was on fire whenever she accidentally brushed his fingers, the way a thrill ran through his core whenever she smiled at him.

And then Doctor Ramsey left, and Claire was left in shambles. Oh, she did a very good job of hiding it; smiling, laughing, engaging with her friends, staying on top of her patients and proving that she was deserving of the role of the Junior Fellow on the Diagnostics team. But Bryce knew her. Every smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, brightening her baby blues with joy that Bryce could lose himself in. She was quieter in gatherings, losing herself in her beer bottle and only speaking when spoken to. She didn’t banter like she normally did with her patients; they showed up, she diagnosed, and then they left. She couldn’t even find the joy in the job she loved because she couldn’t find the joy in her life.

That was where Bryce drew the line. It was when he went up to her and asked her to go Go-Karting, like they did when they were in the midst of the drama with Mrs. Martinez. And even though her smile still seemed a bit forced, it was much better the next time they hung out and watched a movie. Horror, at his insistence, and she spent the entire movie in his shoulder. Bryce wasn’t going to lie; there was a reason he didn’t suggest a rom-com or a comedy.

And then the night where they hung out as friends, and everyone went to bed one by one until it was just him and Claire, when she looked in his eyes with such a deep longing and vulnerability that he knew was reflected in his, he impulsively leaned over and kissed her. And when she didn’t pull away, when she tentatively pressed her lips back against his, wrapped her arms around his neck, sighed gently against him, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let it get serious, because that wasn’t what she was looking for. It wasn’t; she just wanted comfort, and well, Bryce was willing to give.

For a long time, things were good. With each passing day, Claire became more and more like her old self. Bryce would turn the corner and catch her telling a story of a brave, fantastical mermaid to a six year old girl who had her eyes squeezed shut as she drew blood from her, and then he would watch that girl hug Claire because she made her feel safe. She always started the conversation as soon as they sat down in their usual booth at Donahue’s. At the end of each shift, when she met Bryce in the locker room, she smiled and wrapped her arm around his back, snuggling herself into his chest and telling him about her day. And at home, when their limbs were tangled together, and her breathing tickled his shoulder, Bryce thought life couldn’t get any better.

And then Ramsey came back.

His good life was shattered. Ramsey was back, which meant that Claire would go back to her pursuit of him. He knew her; Claire wasn’t the type to give up so easily on something. And he knew, when she decided to hang back and “check in about tomorrow” with Doctor Ramsey. Bryce wasn’t an idiot. But then again, maybe he was. Because he did the one thing he told himself not to do.

Bryce figured it’d be easier to have a clean break; give the both of them some space to reset before he was ready to be around her without really being able to be with her. To program his chest not to tighten whenever he saw her across the hall, to control his hands when they itched to touch her when she sat beside him, to ignore the jump in his stomach when he saw her eyes light up when she laughed. That would take time. How long? He didn’t know.

He was walking down the hall in Edenbrook, trying to think of where he could spend the lockdown (the surgical floor? He could catch up on his charts, but all work and no fun made Bryce Lehla a bored man. He wasn’t sure where his friends were either, and no one was answering their texts, and he was too afraid to try and find them in case Claire was with them; he didn’t want to be stuck there) when he turned the corner and someone collided with his chest. “Whoa!” he jostled, his hands automatically reaching out to catch the person who bumped into him. He looked down to see Sienna in his arms, eyes wild, panting, tears on her face. He frowned. “Sienna? What-”

Her eyes widened. “Bryce!” she choked. She pointed back in the direction she came from. “It’s--it’s Claire!”

Bryce’s stomach dropped. “What? What about Claire?”

Sienna choked out a sob. Her entire body shook underneath Bryce’s fingers, and he tightened his grip on her in an effort to keep her grounded. “Sienna, what happened to Claire?”

Sienna’s jaw trembled. “S-shooter,” she breathed. “We’re under lockdown because of a shooter. And he’s here for Claire.”

That was the last thing Bryce Lahela heard before he took off. He pointedly ignored Sienna’s desperate calls of his name, of her telling him to come back so they could find help. The only thing he heard was the thump of his blood in his ears. His heart hammered in his chest, his sneakers squeaking loudly against the linoleum. Bryce ran as fast as his legs could take him, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Not her not her not her not her not her not her--

He screeched to a stop when he turned the corner. Right in front of him stood Claire, her hands up, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She turned when she heard movement, and she gasped at the sight of him. Red rimmed her eyes, tears spilled down her cheeks, her parted lips wobbled. “Bryce--” she spluttered.

“Hey!” he heard, and he was forced to tear his gaze away from Claire to look at the man standing in front of them. He didn’t recognize him, but he pointed a gun in his face. Bryce’s arms immediately went into the air at the sight of the fury storming in the man’s eyes. “If it isn’t pretty boy!”

Okay, so Bryce didn’t know him, but this man someone knew Bryce. “Sir--”

“Shut up!” the man shouted, his hand shaking, from anger, or nervousness, Bryce didn’t know.

Claire discreetly took a step back, closer to Bryce. “Wally, it’s okay, he’s a friend-”

“He’s no friend!” Wally seethed. “He’s that guy you’re always with! At the bar, at the movies, at the park! He’s always there! You’re always smiling with him, kissing him!” His grip tightened on the gun. “How could you kiss him? After everything that happened between us?”

Claire furrowed her brows. “Nothing happened between us, Wally,” she said in the gentlest, softest voice. “You came in after a car crash, I treated you, and that was it.”

“No!” Wally cried. Tears poked out of the corner of his eyes. “Don’t you remember?”

“Okay buddy, just take a breath--” Bryce tried, but instead Wally took a threatening step towards the two of them.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I blow your brains all over the wall,” he growled.

“No!” Claire’s eyelids flew open as she stepped directly in front of Bryce. He immediately put his hand on her shoulder and tried to force her back, she her feet stayed rooted in place. Her hands shook and her lips trembled, but she still had a strong resolve on her face. She wasn’t going down without a fight. Bryce couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, despite the situation. “Wally, I see so many people every week--” she started.

“But how could you forget?” he seethed. “What you said to me? You said, you said, ‘Any woman would be lucky to have you, Wally’, remember? Remember?”

She gulped. “I remember,” she said quickly, though when her eyes briefly flickered over at Bryce, he knew she was lying. “I remember. But I wasn’t talking about me.”

“Of course you were,” Wally said quickly. “You just didn’t want to make the first move. That’s why I started following you around. I found you at that bar, and I finally had the confidence to go up and talk to you. You were walking out with that guy, and just as I started walking towards you, you stopped and kissed him in the street!” he growled. “What does he have that I don’t, huh?”

“Wally, it’s not about you,” Claire said in her steadiest voice, though Bryce could hear the tremble. “I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was into you, but--”

“But nothing!” Wally cut in. “You’re just like every other bitch out there. You play with a man’s feelings and then turn around and ignore him!” He flicked the safety off. “Not anymore. If I kill you, then kill me, we can be together, with no one else around to keep you from me. Everything will be okay.”

All the colour drained from Claire’s face, and anger flashed in Bryce’s chest. He staggered forward, throwing up a fist. “You son of a bitch! If you even harm one hair on her head--”

“Hey!” Wally shouted. He took a step back but kept the gun trained on him. “I’m the one with the gun, asshole! So just stay back. This is between me and Doctor King.”

“Wally, please!” Claire cried. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Yes, I do!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you see, Claire? This is the only way we can be together!”

“Wally,” Bryce cut in. Claire looked over her shoulder at him, eyes pleading for him to shut up, but he wasn’t never good at that. “If you love Claire like you say you do, you’d never even think about hurting her.”

“What do you know about it?” He growled.

“Because I love her too!” Bryce revealed. He didn’t look at Claire, but he could feel the intensity of her gaze burning his cheekbones. “I love her too,” he said softer. “I know everything about her. I know she makes fun of Grey’s Anatomy when she watches it with her friends, but she truly loves the show. She’s a weirdo who burns her toast to a crisp and butters both sides. She’s the clumsiest person that’s ever existed; she could trip over thin air. She sang in an a Capella group in university and isn’t the least bit ashamed.

“She’s also the strongest person I know. She’s… she’s been through a lot in the past year. She’s been betrayed, she experienced a loss, and… and she went through a bad heart break. But she always made it seem like it wasn’t so bad, because that’s just the person she is. She’ll take on everyone else’s pain and problems and never talk about her own, because she doesn’t want to burden anybody.” Bryce gulped, his mouth dry, his throat tight. “And I have spent the last few months tortured, because I had to see her in pain because I didn’t know how to take it away. I wake up everyday thinking about how I’m going to make Claire smile, because she always knows how to make me smile, even when she can’t. And now… now I know she can never be mine, because she loves someone else.” He shook his head. “But all the same... a bright light like her… someone who just knows how to make your day better, who you know would never harm anybody, who makes this world a better place just by existing, if it were to ever leave this world, it’d be a much darker place, and I know you don’t want to be responsible for that.” He drew a deep breath, and this time, he risked a peek at Claire. She stared at him, her lips parted, her eyes filled with awe, tears spilling down her cheeks. “When you love someone, when they hurt, you hurt.” He turned back to Wally. “And I’ll die before I let her hurt again.”

Wally’s face had changed throughout Bryce’s speech. The anger in his eyes shifted to a sort of mutual understanding over the love they had for this one girl, though Wally’s type of love wasn’t quite right. Then, when he talked about Claire’s light, Bryce swore he saw something like sorrow, like he had just visited a world where Claire didn’t exist, and he didn’t like it. But when his gaze landed on Claire, staring at Bryce with wonder, like he was the sun, like every word that just came out of his mouth made all of her dreams come true, the vexation resurfaced, brighter and hotter and angrier than before. He moved his hand clutching the gun. “Then so be it.”

“NO!” Claire screeched, her eyes jumping from Wally teasing the trigger back to Bryce. When it finally registered to Bryce what Wally was going to do, he reached for Claire, shouting, “Claire!” just as Claire moved to push Bryce out of the way.

The gun went off with a loud pop that echoed, the barrel smoking as the bullet whizzed through the air. An anguished cry broke the silence, reverberating off of the walls and carrying down the hall.

A split second. That was all it took.

Just a split second.

#open heart #playchoices #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela #open heart fanfiction #open heart fanfic #bryce lahela x mc fanfiction #bryce lahela x mc fanfic #alinas fanfic #OH #choices: stories you play #TW: guns

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daisylincs · 4 years

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WIP Folder Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! ← part of my trick or treat now :D

Thank you so much for the tag, @eowima! You know, I think we should officially update you to the role of clairvoyant or something, lmao, because you won’t believe how well this fits into my ~master plan.~ (I’ll explain in a second, lol.)

But before I start, um... letmeapologiseinadvancefortheshitshowthatisabouttofollow. My WIPs folder is, er, simply put, a mess. Chaos. A nightmare.

I have an explanation!! I’ve always loved fanfiction and fandoms, and I’ve spent many happy years reading other people’s things - but I’ve never actually been inspired to create something myself. I don’t know, I always had tremendous respect for the creators who were already out there, but I never felt the inclination to join them, you know?

Then I started watching AoS this lockdown, and... well, let’s just say that everything changed. For the first time ever, I woke up in the middle of the night and I had a fic idea, one that was demanding to be written down if I ever wanted to sleep a wink again.

And the more I got into the fandom, the more the fic ideas kept coming, until there was a point where I couldn’t read or watch anything without thinking, “ooh, AoS AU!!” So... into the WIPs folder it went. And as you can well imagine, there’s a lot there now. Like, a lot.

Fitzsimmons was the ship that gave me my first fic idea, so of course there’s stuff for them. Then Huntingbird is the ship that actually pulled me completely and wholeheartedly into the fic verse. And then, of course, Staticquake, the ship that actually got me past my but I’m not good enough fears and, er, got me completely obsessed. I am still not over that.

And last but definitely not least - and, actually, you’re to thank for this, Océane, because it’s your fic that got me hooked on these two awkwardorable idiots - my brain decided that, you know what, if I’m going to write now anyway, I want to do Spideychelle.

So that’s the (long) story of me and my chaotic WIPs folder, and now with no further ado, I’m going to jump right in and give you a list of titles. *coughs* I am, however, going to put a cut here, because... well, you’ll see why. *cringes*

Key:

💜 - Staticquake

💖 - Huntingbird

💚 - Fitzsimmons

🍋 - Dekesy

💗 - Pipsy

🤍 - Dousy

💕 - Skimmons

🧡 - Quakerider

💞 - Simmorse

🤎 - Mackelena

💙 - Platonic/Family Centric

❤️ - Spideychelle

💘 - Clintasha

* - a series

(Ones with two or more hearts mean that all these ships feature prominently.)

The List:

💜. A Hero’s Reward

💜. and i risk it all for this life we share

💜. Angsty Post-Hive Recovery Fic

💜. barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song

💜. Best Friends But She’s In A Bad Relationship AU

💜. Bittersweet What-If Fic

💜. Blow Us All Away*

💜. Childhood Friends Fic

💜. darling just dive right in

💜. darling just kiss me slow

💜. don’t ask me where i’ve been, or what i’m gonna do (just know that i’m here with you)

💜. every day in between

💜. Fairytale (Sleeping Beauty) AU

💜. Fake Dating Partyfic

💜. Flower Shop AU

💜. good old shake ‘n bake

💜. Grieving Fic

💜. High School AU Idea

💜. Hive Toilet Fic

💜. Hospital Fluff & Flirting AU

💜. Hotel Room AU

💜. i live for you (soulmates AU)

💜. i never knew you were the someone waiting for me

💜. i’ll find my way through night and day

💜. just let your heart be free (you’ve got a friend in me)

💜. lights will guide you home

💜. Mission/Partners Fic

💜. Modern Royalty Fic

💜. Musical (West Side Story) AU

💜. Not That Girl Anymore

💜. PDA

💜. Pitch Perfect AU

💜. Post-Hive Pregnancy Fic

💜. put that body on me

💜. Rain Fic

💜. Red Thread

💜. Regency AU: Marriage of Convenience

💜. Regency AU: Arranged Marriage

💜. remember that with every piece of you

💜. Rom-Com AU

💜. Royalty Shenanigans Fic

💜. S3 AU - Daisy, Inhuman Leader

💜. S3 AU - Lincoln With SHIELD All Along

💜. Shake ‘n Bake: A YouTube Romance

💜. Skaters AU

💜. Sky’s the Limit*

💜. Snowed In Fic

💜. so baby i’m alright, with just a kiss goodnight

💜. some dreams do come true

💜. Soul Realm

💜. Soulmark AU

💜. Stardust AU

💜. Stranded-Somewhere-Cold Ficlet

💜. The Daughter of Thunder and Lightning

💜. the earth shook and the sky flashed

💜. took my heart upon a one-way trip

💜. TV Show AU

💜. Ward-Confrontation AU

💜. Watching Hamilton AU

💜. What-Ifs*

💜. you’d be the one i was meant to find

💜💙. Lincoln & The Team Bonding Fic

💜💙. MayLincoln Friendship Fic

💜💙. The Secret Warriors

💚. Academy Era Rom-Com

💚. Ah Crap My Ex Just Walked In AU

💚. Alya Fluff and First Words Fic

💚. Angsty Hair ficlet

💚. Cute Family Zoo Prompt

💚. lunch break

💚. Second Child Fluff and First Words Fic

💚. Soulmate AU

💚. The Perfect Fairytale*

💚. The Team Ships It

💚💜. Fluffy Best Friends Idea

💚💜. ooh, la la la*

💚💙. AoS Frozen AU

💚💙. FitzsimmonsSparks Fic

💚💙. Us Against The World

💚💜💙. AoS Harry Potter AU

💖. Al Birthday Fic

💖. always the same pattern, love

💖. blonde

💖. meet me half-way

💖. rollercoaster

💖. Soulmate AU

💖. The Blue Door (Notting Hill AU)

💖. the ride

💖. when did it all fall to pieces (can’t we build it back)

💚💖. Best Friends’ Wedding AU

💚💖. The Holiday AU

💚💜💖💙. No Hive AU

💚💜💖💙. Post-3x10 Who Owes Who Fic

🍋. Angst/Introspection Fic

🍋. Beach Fic

🍋. Coffee Shop AU

🍋. Concert Canon Divergence Fic

🍋. Drunk Kiss Fic

🍋. Mission Kiss Canon Divergence Fic

🍋. Singers AU

💚🍋. Fluff and Teasing Fic

💚🍋. (Not A) Double Date

💗. ’cause you’re out of this world

💗. Coffee Shop/Baristas AU

💗. High School AU/Sleepover Fic

💗. Walls Come Down Fic

🤍. Affectionate Arguments/Take Care Of Yourself Fic

🤍. Danny Boy & Quake*

🤍. getting to know you, getting to know all about you

🤍. T Birthday Fic

🤍💚. Teasing/Introspection Fic

💞. Birdie Birthday Fic

💞. Bodyguard AU

💞. Roommates/Best Friends AU

💞. you’re just my cup of tea

🧡. Abby Birthday Fic

🧡. it’s a better place since you came along

🧡. Reluctantly Perfect

🧡. Scarlet Birthday Fic

🧡💚. well that works

💕. Coming Out Fic

💕. S1 Crush Fic

💕. you’ll be my lady

🤎. Childhood Best Friends AU

🤎. Church Camp AU

🤎. Giorgia Birthday Fic

🤎. Soulmates AU

🤎. then through the shadows, your light appears

💚💜💖🤎. Shippy Team Mistletoe Fic

💚💜💖🤎. Shippy Team Snowfic

💚💜💖🤎💙. Soft Family Fic from Chloe Interview

❤️. Ah Crap My Ex Just Walked In AU

❤️. Arranged Marriage AU

❤️. cute clueless moron

❤️. Cute, Dorky Friendship Idea

❤️. Fake Dating Friends to Lovers

❤️. Media Nonsense Fic

❤️. Michelle Jones, Agent of SHIELD

❤️. Michelle Jones, Inhuman

❤️. Océane Birthday Fic

❤️. oh, when you kiss me

❤️. Secret Santa Fic

❤️. Secret Santa Thank-You Ficlet

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 5 - Roommates AU

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 6 - Enemies to Lovers

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 7 - Only One Bed

❤️. Teach Me To Fight, Parker

❤️💚. heads on a science apart

💘. Bobbi Birthday Fic

💘. 5 Times The Avengers Played Matchmaker, and 1 Time It Worked (Sort Of)

💘. Jade Arrow

💘. Natalia

💘. Roommates AU

💙. all the stars in the skye

💙. blue-eyed

💙. FitzDaisy Recovery Fic

💙. Happy Family Holiday Fic

💙. JemmaDaisy Friendship Fic

💙. see the line where the skye meets the sea

💙. Soft-Fluffy Philindaisy Tickle Fic

💙.untitled angst war fic

💜🤍💗🍋🧡💕💙. day’s eye

(and that’s not even it. I haven’t even made documents for all the birthday fics. *crawls into a hole to die*)

So yeah, I’m completely insane and I’m probably going to be here for the next ten years trying to write all this lot and also I tag @ohwriteiforgot, @aleksandrachaev, @everythingirl44, @que-mint-tea, @anxiouslynumbme, @springmagpies, @besidemethewholedamntime, @infinitestarsintheskye, @libbyweasley, @a-biochemist-not-a-bird, @nazezdha321, @sadtunes and @here-for-huntingbird, if any of you guys want to do this!

#wip folder game #wips #*goes and dies in a hole*#now; my friends; you see i really wasn't exaggerating when i said two hundred wips #alksjflkdsjfldskjfldsklkjfa #*s2 daisy voice* there is something very wrong with me

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knickynoo · 3 years

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For the sleepover asks: 1) Rank all the MJF movies you've watched from worst to best 2) How on Earth are you able to analyze so well?

Okay. Um...let me see if I can do this. Also, you didn’t ask for commentary but guess what? You’re getting it anyway lol =)

8. Stuart Little: I feel kind of bad putting this last on the list because I watched it all the time as a kid. But like...haven’t voluntarily seen it in years. It is a really cute movie though, and whenever I hear the song “That’s Amore”, I think of this movie & Stuart’s fake dad singing it lol.

7. High School USA: This is a very quirky, very 80s teen movie. I’ll be honest though, I mostly just half-watched it and spent a lot of time thinking what is happening, what is happening? MJF plays JJ, this trouble-making kid who is like...basically raising himself because his parents are never there? I think?? And he’s got this nerdy science friend who builds a huge robot that walks around destroying things for no reason? There’s also a drag-race with a bully but I can’t remember why. Crispin Glover is there too, playing this completely bizarre character. Listen...it’s weird.

6. Midnight Madness: I didn’t expect to like this movie as much as I did. It’s really fun, centering around several groups of college kids on an all-night scavenger hunt. MJF plays the troubled little brother of one of the other characters and he looks like an absolute baby even though he was like,19 in it.

5. Doc Hollywood: I just watched this for the first time a couple of weeks ago. There’s a lot of cute, small-town elements to it, but I found it a little slow at times. Kind of seemed like one of those okay-ish movies that they “made better” by sticking MJF in it. I mean...it worked? Anyway, have you ever seen the movie Cars? If so, you’ve basically seen Doc Hollywood. Just...with talking cars.

4. For Love or Money: MJF plays Doug Ireland, a smooth-talking hotel concierge who has lots of connections and can get favors for basically everyone. And in classic rom-com fashion, there’s this girl who comes along and he spends the entire movie trying to win her love. But the girl is with this old guy, who is married, and she is not easily won. And like. Girl. You’ve got a choice between a manipulative old man and Doug & you want the old man?? WHatever, it’s fine, they end up together in the end because MJF gets the girl in every movie.

3. Atlantis The Lost Empire: I’m ranking this one high because I really enjoyed it as a kid. I think it’s a very underrated Disney movie & Milo should get more love than he does. Atlantis is one of those movies that’s gotten sucked into a void.

2. Life with Mikey: This is such a sweet, feel-good movie. MJF plays a loveable man-child who suddenly finds himself responsible for this sassy, street-smart little girl and it is adorable. I had never even heard of it until this past April but have seen it 3 times since then.

1. Back to the Future: I’m going to lump the whole trilogy in here. Definitely my favorite MJF movies, ever since I first saw them in 4th grade. If I had to rank them, I’d go 1, 2, 3. If you’d asked me any time between 4th grade and like 6 months ago though, I’d have said 2, 1, 3.

As for the second part of your ask, thank you for the compliment! I tend to read too closely into things, which I guess comes in handy on this blog. I just love to explore the intricacies of the films, especially the more emotional aspects. I never expected so many other people to be interested in what I have to say! It’s cool that there are others who like to put the movies under a microscope as well and pick scenes and characters apart.

Thank you so much for the ask! I had fun putting this one together.

#asks

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go-events · 4 years

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GO Rom Com Spotlight: @micky-r-c

The compelling @micky-r-c (also MickyRC on AO3) has claimed The Princess Bride to adapt for Good Omens in the Good Omens Rom Com Event.

For reference, here’s a little background about the source material!

About The Princess Bride: A kindly grandfather sits down with his ill grandson and reads him a story. The story is one that has been passed down from father to son for generations. As the grandfather reads the story, the action comes alive. The story is a classic tale of love and adventure as the beautiful Buttercup, engaged to the odious Prince Humperdinck, is kidnapped and held against her will in order to start a war, It is up to Westley (her childhood beau, now returned as the Dread Pirate Roberts) to save her. On the way he meets a thief and his hired helpers, an accomplished swordsman and a huge, super strong giant, both of whom become Westley's companions in his quest.

We spent some time chatting about how the adaptation is coming so far, as well as future plans for it! Now, get to know @micky-r-c a little better!

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goromcom: You know how if you open a Tumblr chat with someone you haven't chatted to before, Tumblr tells you two things they post about? I wanted to tell you that yours reports that you post "about #good omens fanart and #holiday fic". Do especially enjoy holiday-themed fics?

micky-r-c: Wow, no I would not have expected that. I mean I love a good huddling for warmth or holiday decorating fic, but I don't go out of my way for them. But I did get really settled into writing Good Omens fic right around the end of November, and I thought, for some reason, that it would be a good idea to do not one, but two advent calendar series. Didn't finish either of them, but there was a solid two weeks in there where I had two posts a day tagged holiday fic, so I guess that's where that came from.

goromcom: Hey, anything that gets the creativity moving, right? So it’s great that the advent projects inspired you to put out that much content! But let’s look forward to some new content: your rom com! You chose to adapt The Princess Bride. Has this movie been a favorite of yours, or is there some other reason you chose it?

micky-r-c: Full disclosure here, I'm not a big romcom watcher. Romcom fic reader, absolutely, but I didn't know most of the movies on the list. So when I saw Princess Bride on there it was kind of a combination of "Oh! I know one!" and "Gasp, I could write a sword fight." And now here we are.

goromcom: What's your favorite moment of the movie, and are you looking forward to presenting it in your adaptation? Any loose plans for that scene that you can share?

micky-r-c: There most definitely is. I bounced between a few concepts for this adaptation, but the scene right at the beginning of Princess Bride when Buttercup realizes the meaning of "as you wish" has me by the heartstrings, and I am very excited to write my Good Omens version (spoiler alert: it happens in 1967).

goromcom: 1967 is such a gift for the GO fandom, how amazing of Neil to give that to us as new content for the mini-series. :) Other than adapting the “as you wish” realization, do you plan to stick very closely to the beats of the original story, or make bigger changes?

micky-r-c: Yeah, pretty close. I'm not doing an AU, so in weaving the two plots together I'm trying really hard not to lose too much of The Princess Bride, especially since it's such a classic. I want it to have that specific silly-yet-heartfelt feeling the movie has, which, to be fair, Good Omens lines up with pretty nicely.

goromcom: This movie definitely has a unique feel to it, and I can absolutely see not wanting to poke an alchemy like that too strongly! Given your resolution to preserve that silly/heartfelt tone of the movie, I’m sure you’ve had to make a lot of careful decisions thus far. Perhaps there’s a particularly interesting decision you've made in your planning so far--a notable casting decision, a changing of venue, that you can share with us?

micky-r-c: So I've actually changed the timeline maybe... 6 times so far? Yeah. It's been everywhere. But I finally landed on just overlapping with canon in the immediate lead up to the apocadon't, which I'm super happy with. It means I can have some serious fun with how things could have gone differently. Plus, I'll be honest, I am very excited to write the Princess Bride version of the wall slam. That one's gonna be A Lot.

goromcom: You can’t see me, but I’m gleefully rubbing my hands together thinking about it. However, I feel like we’re verging on giving too much away, so let’s move on to the wrap-up. I am blatantly stealing this last question from The Good Place: The Podcast, but here goes: Tell me something "good". It can be something big or small. It can be a charity you think is doing good work, or you can talk about how great your pet is.

micky-r-c: Ya know, every time I've seen a spotlight I've thought to myself, wow, I should really start thinking about my answer to that. Plot twist, I forgot to. But anyway, one thing that's been really unbelievably good for me recently has been the community I've found through Good Omens. I've been hanging around the edges of fandom for years, but within maybe a month of posting my first Good Omens fic I was talking to people, getting to beta read things, working up the nerve to leave long rambly comments on ao3... all the stuff I'd always wanted to be doing but never had the community support to build on. So that's been a literal dream come true, and things like this event have all been a big part of it, so thank you for running it and giving us all this wonderful gift!!!

goromcom: Aww, well, I agree about the GO fandom being amazing. It’s been so much fun so far and I hope we keep on with it for a long time to come. :)

And while we’re all basking in the amazingness that is the Good Omens fandom, don’t forget to keep an eye out for the GO adaptation of The Princess Bride, coming soon!

#goromcom #goromcom spotlight #good omens #micky-r-c #the princess bride

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writingforthepack · 5 years

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New Alpha in Town Chapter 2

-Prologue - Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Author’s Note: I know this took a bit longer than the other chapters, hopefully it was worth the wait, as always feel free to submit things or ask to be added to the tag list. Enjoy some bad ass reader moments!

Word Count: 2k

Dark clouds covered the sky as you looked at the building looming over you.

Stiles had driven you in his jeep while Scott had taken his motorbike. The rest of the group had dispersed after the animal clinic from excuses ranging from studying to new video games to play.

“Gotta be honest I was kinda expecting a cool cave or something not an apartment building.” you joked.

“Right?! That’s what I’m saying!” Stiles exclaims.

“Oh my god it’s like you two were separated at birth.” Scott states jokingly horrified, earning a laugh from you two.

He had a point, It was kinda freaky how well you and Stiles got along, it felt like you had known each other for your entire lives.

“Ready to head in?” Scott inquires, appearing on your right and offering you his arm. What a gentleman.

Your trio made your way into the building, navigating your way all the way to the top only to be met with a large steel door.

You took a deep breath as Scott knocked confidently three times, the door slid back to reveal an incredibly tall, unamused, but undeniably handsome figure, he had broad shoulders and a strong jaw, not to mention defined muscles on full display due to the grey tank he was wearing.

“Boyd.” Stiles greeted dryly.

“Stiles.” he returned, his eyes fell onto you and you released your grasp on Scott’s arm, standing to your full height before confidently stating “We’re here for the sour wolf.”

A voice response from within the room “It’s Derek actually.”

Boyd’s features softened as he let out a chuckle, He steps aside to let you in and you are greeted by yet another handsome man, this one with scruff and piercing green eyes.

“And who are you?” He continues, staring at you quizzically.

“Y/N.” You state. “Y/N L/N.” you falter, not quite knowing how to continue but thankfully Scott steps in.

“She’s an Alpha.”

Boyd seemed to be observing this all from his place on the spiral staircase, not contributing, just simply watching.

Stiles explains the incident in the woods with the wild alpha while you stare at him confused.

“I don’t remember giving you that many details about what happened.”

He fiddles with his hands, “I might have read the police report.”

You dismiss it as he continues to stare at the concrete floor, you look at Derek instead.

He seems to be mulling over all the new information in his head. “You’re sure she’s an Alpha? Usually an Alpha’s power has to be collected directly through the claws, I haven’t heard of it being collected when killed with another object.”

“We’re sure, her eyes were red at the clinic when she shifted.” Scott stated.

“Which was terrifying by the way.” You added, “I was sure that I was going to rip out Issac’s throat.” This earned a small smile from Derek. “I was able to go back to normal by focusing on Scott, and I think I heard your heartbeat.” You say looking at the boy as pink dusts his cheeks.

“That’s what we call an Anchor, It’s what or” Derek pauses. “who keeps you human when you wolf out.”

Scott meets your eyes and gives a small smile.

“It’s actually quite impressive you found yours so soon after being changed. It makes me wonder what else you’re capable of.” Derek adds.

---

The next week you spent most of your time at the loft going through what you nicknamed “Werewolf Bootcamp”.

During the morning it would just be you and Derek , everyone else would attend school and drop by after to see your progress.

The first few days Derek helped you become accustomed to your recently heightened senses and reflexes, he explained how you can apply them to different parts of your life.

He got Scott’s pack to help during these lessons by using them as examples.

“Okay so hone in on Stiles’ smell”

“The one that smells like deodorant and printer ink?”

“That’s the one.” Derek chuckled.

We watched as he walked over to where Erica and Cora stood chatting, he awkwardly leaned against the wall and waved hello only to be met with an eye roll and scoff.

“Hmmm embarrassment and…” You take a deep breath. “Arousal?”

“Yeah that’s actually correct.” Derek sighs disdainfully as you guys watch Stiles trip over his own feet while trying to walk backwards away from the girls.

“Okay so I have a good grasp on chemosignals, now when do I get to kick ass.” You turn to Derek and raise your eyebrows expectantly.

“There’s one more lesson tomorrow that you need to learn before we get to that.”

You groan and drag Stiles to the door so he could drive you guys back to his place, you had promised Sheriff to be home by dinner so you could go over your transfer papers to Beacon Hills High.

Even though Devenford was a Prep school, it didn’t have much to offer you. The courses were easy and you only had a few close friends. You had no problem switching to a place where you now had a whole group of friends.

---

The next day came and you made your way over to The Loft.

You slide the door open and walk into the open room.

“Derek! I’m ready to kick ass!” you shout into the room.

Your legs are swiftly kicked out from under you and your back hits the cold floor with a thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” you mutter looking at Derek standing over you.

“Before you kick ass, you have to learn how to get your ass kicked.” He offers you a hand to help you up but you bat it away.

“What kind of bullshit…” you dust yourself off and he throws a fist, narrowly missing your shoulder as you dodge him.

You spar for a good ten minutes before he calls it, you guys pause and he points out the problems with your stance before starting again.

By the time school ends and the pack makes their way over you had gotten a good grasp of how to use your body and reflexes to your own advantage. You would have thought that you’d be exhausted but the adrenaline pumping through your veins just kept coming.

The pack watches as you and Derek spar yet again, he goes for the same move he’s been pulling all day but by now you’ve caught on, as he lunges to slash your slide you swiftly sidestep him and catch his jaw with your fist.

A collective “ooooh” ripples through the pack.

“You left your right side entirely open, you should have seen that coming” you smirk at Derek.

He takes the opportunity to kick your legs out from under you, your back against itself with the concrete floor for what feels like the tenth time that day.

“Don’t get cocky, you’ve still got a lot to learn.” he says rubbing his jaw and stalking off.

You groan accepting Cora’s hand to pull yourself up.

“Don’t take it personally, I can’t remember the last time someone so new to our world has given him a run for his money.” she winks.

She and Allison take this time to show you a few pointers.

“As great as Derek is, he’s not a girl and doesn’t take into account that we need to have a few tricks up our sleeve at any given time” Allison states.

“Even with these?” you show your claws.

“Even with those.” Cora rolls her eyes. “But even though we aren’t as big as some of the guys, that doesn’t mean we don’t have our own strengths.

They spend the evening showing you how to use speed and flexibility to your advantage. Allison even showed you the “proper way” to land a killer right hook.

---

By the end of the week the entire pack has looked to these sparring sessions as a form of entertainment. After your lesson with Cora and Allison, you were kicking ass like no other.

Surprisingly, it was a good way for you to bond with the pack and for them to become more comfortable with you . The first one to volunteer to spar with you was Liam. He had seen the way you took on Derek and wanted to try his hand.

You started out easy, not wanting to scare the beta. Instead of clawing or hitting with a closed fist you just tapped him where you could have landed a blow.

This seemed to irritate him more so.

“Come on Liam! Show her what you’re made of!” Issac shouts from where the rest are observing.

Liam lunges at you but you easily escape his grasp, using his knee to jump over his outreached arms you hook an arm over his shoulders and bring him to the ground while landing in a crouch.

“Wanna test your luck Lahey?” you pant.

He grumbles and walks to the other room.

“I’d like to test mine.” Scott walks forward with a small smile. You blush before beckoning him forward.

Lydia counts you down as the rest of the pack watches in amusement.

“Alpha versus Alpha” Stiles states, already chewing on his nails.

“That is so bad ass” Mason states as Allison whispers her money is on Y/N to Kira.

You guys begin to spar but every hit you throw is blocked, Scott goes to tap your ribs but your forearm knocks his arm from getting near to you. You guys increase your speed throwing hit after hit but each one is blocked by the other. You fall into a steady rhythm block block hit

block block hit until eventually you both begin to tire out and Lydia calls it.

“Did you feel that?” he whispers

You nod looking into his eyes, seeking for that same connection you felt while sparring.

It was like you both were on a shared frequency, able to tell what the other was going to before they even did it and being able to accommodate for it.

Your bodies begin to gravitate towards one another, his hand meets your waist, the other brushing hair from your face. One of your hands falls on his chest as the other grazes the hairs on his nape.

ahem

“Hey remember us? Your dearest friends here to support you not watch a rom com fall into place.” Stiles’ voice cuts through the air, snapping you both out of your trance.

You awkwardly take a step back and clear your throat as Scott blushes.

“Uh see you later?” Scott exits the room, rubbing the back of his neck as Mason and Liam trail behind.

You just nod, at a loss for words.

Your eyes meet Lydia’s as mischief dances in her eyes.

“You up for a girl’s night at my house?”

After a long week of training with sweaty guys, nothing sounded more appealing.

“That sounds like paradise!” you giggle.

“Can I come?” Stiles quips.

A chorus of No’s acts as his answer.

“They grow up so fast” he wipes a fake tear as you stick your tongue out at him.

You link arms with Lydia and Allison and walk out of the room.

The next few hours were spent lounging around eating pizza and talking about random topics. Kira and Erica were in a heated discussion of whether Harley Quinn or Black Widow would win in a fight. Allison was dutch braiding your damp hair (courtesy of Lydia letting you shower the grime of the day off) as Cora talked animatedly about the amazing things she’s seen traveling.

Lydia entered in full hair and makeup. “Which one looks better with this lipstick?” she questioned holding up two blouses.

All conversations stopped.

“Uh where are you going Lyds?” Allison asked the question we were all thinking.

“Did I forget to tell you guys? Danny’s throwing a party tonight.” She looked at us expectantly.

“And I’m throwing this pizza in my mouth.” I said reaching for another slice, Cora nodded in agreement.

“Ladies! He rented out the entire club, can’t we just have one night on the town? Y/N we can introduce you to a bunch of people that go to beacon hills, back me up Erica!” Lydia says with a huff.

“It has been a while since we’ve been to a half decent party...” the blonde purrs.

“I don’t see the harm, it could be fun!?” Allison sounds like she’s trying to convince herself along with everyone else.

“Ugh fineeee” you say at the same time that Cora says “I’ll sit this one out.”

Lydia drags you by the arm to her vanity and sits you down like your a new doll she can play with.

In thirty minutes she has completed her mission, she truly had a gift. Your makeup looked natural with just a small pop of color here and there, Your hair was styled to perfection, and the outfit she had picked accentuated features you didn’t even know you had before.

“Wow” you breathe looking into the mirror.

“I know” Lydia says with a hair flip. “Now time to get going ladies!”

She rounds Allison, Kira, Erica and You into her car and speeds to the infamous Sinema club.

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retrocelly · 5 years

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No More Scary Movies (Carter Hart)

Request: can you write an imagine about watching a scary movie with carter hart and like he's trying to be cliché and protect you or whatever, but in reality he's terrified ? thanks so much!

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,106

Hope you enjoy, love!

You’d been seeing Carter for a couple of months, but it felt like less with all of the traveling that he did for games. He’d tried to make it up to you as much as possible, spending plenty of time with you whenever he was back and planning out dates so extravagant that they required an agenda. You appreciated his effort, you really did, but all you truly wanted was to have a quiet night in and cuddle with your boyfriend.

Carter was on the plane back into town when you texted him, “was thinking if you’re not too tired you could stop by mine when you get back and we could just hang out?” He smiled to himself, happy that he would have the following day off.

He was quick to respond, “sounds great! I can be at yours around 8.”

Time passed a bit too slowly for your liking, but it gave you the opportunity to do a little prep work before Carter came over. You made sure your apartment was clean, laid out some blankets on the couch, and made a short list of movies that you’d been wanting to watch. It was easy enough to rule out the cheesier rom-coms that you’d figure Carter would find boring, which left some action movies and horror flicks. Quickly, you’d decided on the horror movie and, although you were easily scared and prone to sleeplessness as it was, it would be fun to have an excuse to hug closely to Carter all night. You smiled to yourself because, well, how cliché, right?

Realizing that you had a few minutes to spare, you changed into the cutest pajama set that you owned and made some popcorn. Carter, always true to his word, was knocking on your door at 8 o’clock exactly. You opened the door to be greeted by Carter’s wide grin.

“Hey, baby!” He exclaimed, opening his arms wide. You chuckled as you leaned in for a hug, murmuring into his chest about how much you’d missed him.

You got on your tip-toes to give him a quick kiss. Carter placed his hand on your lower back as he gladly returned the gesture. It wasn’t long before you broke from him, leading the tall man over to your couch. He let out a short laugh at the sight of your set-up, reminding him of when he used to have sleepovers as a kid.

“What’s all this?” Carter asked, “Thought we were only hanging out.”

You gave hime a look, furrowing your eyebrows with a scoff.

“You cant be serious, Carter,” His eyes widened, thinking he’d upset you, “after that date you took me on last week that literally lasted all day, this is the least I could do. C’mon, get settled.”

He grinned at you again as you gestured for him to sit. Luckily he’d worn comfortable clothes for the plane ride back so he didn’t feel overdressed, especially given how adorable you looked in your cloud themed jammies.

“So what are we watching?” Carter wondered, pulling the bowl of popcorn up next to him.

“Silence of the Lambs.” You replied, watching as Carter hesitated to bring his handful of popcorn up to his mouth. “Unless you wanted to watch something else?”

He shook his head, forcing himself to relax into to your couch. You gave him an “okay, cool,” before going to put the dvd into your player. One thing you didn’t know yet about Carter was that he absolutely hated horror movies. Ever since he watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre as a kid and had nightmares for a week, he avoided horror movies like the plague. However, it was the movie that you wanted to watch, so he’d suck it up and sit through it. Besides, he hadn’t seen you in a while and any time spent with you was good for him.

The movie started, and you immediately settled into Carter’s side, your head on his chest and his arm around you. Occasionally, you would reach over and grab a handful of popcorn, but you realized that you were the only one eating it. Whatever, you thought, maybe he’s just not in the mood for snacks. As the movie got scarier, you were hugging closer into Carter’s side and pulling the blanket up every once in a while to hide your face.

A particularly suspenseful scene came up, where Hannibal Lecter escaped from his cell. As the suspense of the moment grew, you could feel Carter’s heart rate speeding up. Just as the music reached it’s crescendo and Hannibal went to attack the guards, Carter sat up abruptly, reached for the remote, and paused the TV. You gave him a confused look as you leaned up, noticing how he looked paler than normal.

“You okay, Carter?” You asked, worried that he might be feeling sick.

“I hate horror movies.” He blurted quickly, not meeting your gaze.

“What?” You asked again, surprised by his confession. Carter let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“I hate horror movies,” he spoke again, slower the second time through, “I always have, I’m sorry. I really want to spend time with you and I love that you just wanted a night in, but this movie’s too creepy and it just freaks me out.”

He looked at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and you leaned in to kiss him again, placing a hand on either side of his face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you muttered against his lips. He gave a hum in response, putting one of his hands on your hip and resting the other on your thigh.

“Could we just watch something else for a bit?” Carter asked sheepishly, earning a chuckle from you.

“Of course.” You nodded, quickly selecting an action movie that you know he’d seen before and settling back in next to him.

You gave a few pats to his thigh and giggled to yourself at the thought that this large professional athlete who regularly had to worry about a puck to the head or skate blade to the skin was afraid of a movie that everyone had seen. At the sound of you giggling, Carter gave a gentle hit to your shoulder, causing you to stifle your laughter.

“Hey,” he scolded, “you were scared too.”

You looked up at him to find him already staring at you, a typical goofy grin across his face and cheeks tinged pink. You just nodded your head and leaned into him once more, happy to have Carter back in town so you could have nights like this. Only, no more scary movies.

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lycorogue · 5 years

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Latest Story: Acting Weird

You can find the story on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

I have been in a writing slump for the better part of a month, but I had promised myself I'd have a new piece of fiction completed each month. We’ll ignore that it’s after midnight my time. I had the story written and edited by 11pm... it just kept me a while to format and publish on the above sites.

Now, while trying to figure out what to write about, one of my friends suggested some Ladrien fanfiction, because there isn't nearly enough Ladrien in the world. Another one of my friends suggested Lukanette, since that ship is my jam right now. In the end, I decided to go with my old stand-by: mess with poor Adrien's head.

You can either go to any of the above sites to read my newest story, or you could read it below. It’s a fairly direct sequel to my birthday gift to @thetauruspixie: I Was Thinking Of You.

~ Acting Weird ~

Summary: Everyone has been acting weird all week, and when Adrien finds out why, he starts acting weird too. It can't all be about Marinette's new beau, could it?

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 2605

Status: Completed one-shot

People had been acting weird around Adrien all week, and he couldn't quite pinpoint why. Even when it was practically spelled out for him, he still didn't comprehend why he was being treated differently.

"Oh, sorry, dude. I can't tonight." Nino rubbed the back of his head, bumping his hat and pushing it over his eyes a touch. He gave Adrien an apologetic smile as he shrugged. "Alya and the girls had this whole group date thing figured out since last Saturday. We're hitting up some rom-com the girls picked out, and then an arcade to play some skee-ball. I'd invite you along, but it's sort of this couples-only sort of thing."

Adrien's heart sank. So many of his classmates were paired up, and he was still running solo. If only he could win Ladybug over. If only they could know who each other was. Maybe then he could finally be with his lady, and they could join in with Nino, Alya, and everyone else. Then again, it might be weird for Adrien to explain where he met his mystery lady.

"Hey! What about that Kagami girl?" Nino snapped as the thought came to him. Instantly his posture changed to upright and hopeful. "I'm sure if you two wanted to come, everyone would love for you to join us."

"Thanks, but Kagami and I aren't really a couple, and I don't want her thinking I want us to be."

"What are you talking about? I thought Marinette said you were majorly crushing on Kagami. Even went on an ice skating date, and to a royal wedding, and the Ladybug movie premiere together."

"Nah, I- uh..." He couldn't very well tell Nino that he actually liked someone else without answering a dozen questions about who it was. If he caved and admitted it was Ladybug he'd have a hundred more to answer. "I thought I had feelings for Kagami, and she really is a great girl, but I just don't think of her the same way she thinks of me. I don't want to lead her on."

"Fair enough. Sorry, dude, I would have really liked for you to have come with. We'll have to hit up the movies and arcade ourselves. Bro-night."

"Bro-night." Adrien plastered on a fake smile, and held up his fist for Nino to bump.

"Hey, boys!" Alya called out to Nino and Adrien, waving them down from the top of the school's main entrance.

"Hey, babe." Nino held out his hand for Alya to take as she descended the stairs to them. Marinette followed a few steps behind.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien smiled. She had always been a great friend to him. She had offered to go with him on his date with Kagami so he wouldn't feel so nervous. Maybe she'd go with him that night, as friends, so that they wouldn't be left out, simply because they were single.

"Hey, Adrien." She smiled back, and Adrien had the same weird sensation he had all week. There was something different about her. Yet it felt familiar somehow. "Do you have any plans this weekend, or is your father keeping you home again?"

It kept Adrien a second to register the question. He was focused on Marinette's stance; her speech patterns; her smile. Something was off, but not necessarily in a bad way.

"Well, I was trying to see if Nino wanted to come over to check out my latest fighter game, but he and Alya have this date night thing."

Alya and Nino turned to each other with uneasy looks on their faces. The same looks people had around Adrien all week. Marinette kept eye contact with Adrien, but her smile also faded slightly. He again wondered what it was he was missing.

"You like fighter games too, right, Marinette?" he continued, trying to be undeterred by the strange heaviness that instantly filled the air around them.

"Y-yes. I do." She started shifting her weight back and forth.

Instantly, Marinette seemed so much more recognizable to Adrien. That was what had been off. She hadn't stuttered or misspoke around him all week. She hadn't tripped, aside from a few stumbles she quickly recovered from. She had an aura of confidence radiating from her. It was very Ladybug-like, and it suited her well.

But now she was back to her old self: awkward and stammering around him; all confidence evaporated. While the abrupt change was a bit alarming, Adrien had gotten used to this version of Marinette. He was comfortable around her.

"Well, while these guys are out enjoying Paris, did you want to come over to play? Or maybe they'll let us invade, even if we're just going as friends?"

"Uh, A-Adrien?" Marinette rubbed her arm and played with the strap of her purse. Her eyes darted to Alya in a silent plea for help that could easily be heard, even without words.

"Ya see," Alya's voice cracked as she turned from Marinette to Adrien, "Marinette, well, she's kinda coming with us tonight."

Adrien blinked a few times and took a step backwards down the stairs. He wasn't expecting Marinette to be joining them on a couples night. He didn't even know she was dating anyone.

"You are?"

"Y-yeah. I'm- Well, Luka and I-" Marinette began to blush, and she couldn't keep eye contact with Adrien.

Luka. Of course it was Luka. Adrien should have already known that. To avoid being the third wheel on Adrien and Kagami's date, Marinette had asked Luka to join her at the ice rink. They had looked so comfortable together as they skated. Marinette was even perfectly trusting of Luka as he did some lifts and spins with her in his arms.

They had looked like a couple already. Adrien couldn't figure out why the news of Marinette and Luka dating somehow surprised him.

"Oh." Adrien cleared his throat and tried again. "Sorry, I didn't realize you two made it official after that ice skating double date. Congratulations."

Marinette blushed and dug the toes of her right foot into the step. Nino gawked as he whipped his head between Adrien and Marinette.

"Thank you, but we, uh-" Marinette shook her head, but refused to look at Adrien. "Luka and I- We didn't- we weren't dating after we skated together."

"So, after the two weeks you spent making Kitty Section's costumes then? Either way, I'm happy for you."

"Actually, we didn't start dating until this past Saturday." Marinette sounded sheepish, almost embarrassed to admit when she started dating Luka. "Wait a minute!" She perked up, bouncing on her toes a second as she whipped her body to face Alya and Nino. "Have we really looked like a couple this whole time?"

Both Nino and Alya laughed, nodded, and muttered a list of other reasons why it was 'so obvious' that Marinette and Luka liked each other.

Adrien didn't chime in. Instead he rested against the cement banister lining the large entrance steps to his school. He glanced down to the street, and was relieved to see his bodyguard pulling up to the sidewalk; a free space finally opening up.

"That's my ride. I gotta go." Adrien focused on making his voice as even and cheerful as possible. "Have fun on your group date tonight. I'll have to catch you all later."

"Did you want me to cancel so you're not alone?" Marinette took a step towards him, but Adrien put his hand up to stop her.

"Girl, are you kidding?" Alya barked. "The whole reason we're going out tonight is to celebrate you and Luka. You can't bail!"

Adrien gulped, and prayed no one saw his Adam's Apple bob. Taking another step towards the sidewalk, he shooed Marinette back up to their friends. "No, no. You go. Have fun. Enjoy spending time with your new boyfriend. Congratulations, again. Luka's a great guy. You two look good together."

"Oh. Uh, th-thank you, Adrien." Marinette froze on the steps. Behind her, Nino wrapped his arm around Alya's shoulders, and pulled her into his side so he could whisper in her ear. She responded with a shrug and a soft shake of her head.

There it was again. People acting weird around Adrien. Without another word, Adrien turned and jogged the rest of the way to the waiting town car. Despite being healthy, and his endurance at its peak outside of his superhero costume, Adrien's heart was racing as he rode home. His skin was clammy, and a chill ran down his arms.

"I think I'm getting a cold," Adrien informed Nathalie as she greeted him at the door of his father's mansion. "I'm going to go rest up before it becomes anything serious."

"Alright, Adrien. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will, thank you." Adrien then jogged up the stairs, and dashed into his bedroom. His heart wasn't beating quite as fast that time, and his skin didn't feel clammy. He still had a slight chill in his arms, and he still felt ill, but it wasn't as bad as when he had left his friends.

"You okay?" Plagg drifted out from behind Adrien's cover shirt. He didn't wait for an answer before phasing through the cupboard Adrien kept the Camembert in. A second later the door unlatched, and Plagg floated out with a wheel of cheese balancing on his bulbous head.

"I don't know." Adrien sat on the foot of his bed and stared at his hands. They were shaking slightly. Not enough to really be noticeable, but enough that he could feel them quake.

"Tough break about that date night thing. I could have gone for some popcorn." Plagg rested his snack on Adrien's desk, and then quickly chomped into it.

Adrien clenched his fists closed, hoping to stop the small tremors. His heart picked up pace a couple of beats as Plagg commented on the date night. Adrien wondered what was wrong with him, but figured talking about his friends could be the distraction he needed from his symptoms as he tried to drift off to sleep. He'd talk to Nathalie if he was still shaking after he awoke for dinner.

He kicked his shoes off and scooted back on his bed.

"Yeah. If only I could have gone with Ladybug."

Plagg cocked an eyebrow. "Yup. Quite the shame." He then took another bite of Camembert.

"I know, I know. You're not a fan of listening to me pine after Ladybug, and she doesn't like me pressing to know her identity. Still, it would have been nice to go on a date with her, especially with all of my friends. Although, I don't know how I would have kept a straight face knowing Alya was hanging out with Ladybug all night without realizing it."

Plagg snorted.

"Exactly." Adrien lied down. He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before rolling onto his side and curling into a ball. "I don't know how welcome I'd be tonight anyway, even if I did have a date."

"That Nino kid seemed to want you there, and Marinette as well."

"Yeah, but they were also acting weird. Everyone has been so weird lately."

It had started on Monday. Mylène had greeted Marinette with a playful punch in the arm, and Ivan followed up by scooping her into a hug. He then told Mylène "called it," which granted him a placating pat on his back before the two squeezed hands and parted ways to take their seats. Alya's greeting for Marinette was fairly similar, with an elbowing of Marinette's arm, and a quick side-hug. At the back of the room, Rose and Juleka kept watching Marinette and whispering back and forth. Adrien felt concerned for Marinette at first, afraid that Lila had started something up again, but his friend seemed to be happy about all the attention, so Adrien left it be.

After morning roll-call though, everyone started acting weird around Adrien. Nino and Alya whispered around him. Marinette was more withdrawn from him than usual, as if she had felt guilty about something. Mylène kept checking in that he was alright. Alix kept laughing at how 'slow' Adrien was. He had just assumed she was trying to egg him into racing her like Kim had, but it came out of nowhere, and she never once actually tried to challenge him.

Tuesday things got weirder. Marinette never seemed so happy, practically floating throughout school. It was the first day Adrien saw her so consistently confident, and the first time the two of them held any sort of lengthy conversation without Marinette tripping – either physically or over her own tongue. Lila had pulled back from Adrien a bit, barely talking to him all week, but constantly studying him, as if she were appraising him. Chloé, on the other hand, was more clingy than usual. She kept telling him how perfect he was, and that any woman who would want any man other than him must be insane.

The whole week, people were treating him with kid gloves, like a major secret they all shared could break him. Just remembering how odd everyone had been acting gave Adrien another chill, so he tucked himself into bed, pulling the sheets tight around him.

Actually, we didn't start dating until this past Saturday. Marinette's voice popped into Adrien's head. His skin started feeling clammy again.

"Was that the big secret? Was that why everyone was acting differently around me all of a sudden?"

"Huh?" Plagg finished his cheese, and floated over to Adrien's bed.

"Marinette starting to date Luka. The first people to act weird were either members of Luka's band Kitty Section, or Marinette's closest friends like Alya and Alix. Alya even said today that the big group date thing was to celebrate Marinette and Luka finally dating. That has to be what everyone was talking about all week, right?" Adrien couldn't stop shivering, despite how tightly he wrapped the sheets around himself.

"Why act weird around me, though? Why didn't anyone want to tell me? Even today, Marinette didn't seem like she wanted to tell me. I know she likes Luka a lot-" Adrien ignored his heart beating hard enough that he could feel it. "She looked so happy all week, and it was probably because she's finally with the guy she likes. Why wouldn't she be more excited about telling me about it? If I could actually be with Ladybug I know I wouldn't want to shut up about it."

"I dunno." Plagg drifted to the pillow on the other side of Adrien's head, snuggling himself into the down. His voice was sleepy and disinterested. "Maybe they were worried about how you'd react."

"I'm Marinette's friend. I'm Luka's friend. Why wouldn't I be happy for them?"

"'Cuz they think you like Marinette?" Plagg yawned.

Adrien's eyes shot open wide. He couldn't believe that was the reason. There was no way! How could anyone think Adrien had a crush on Marinette? Just that afternoon Nino thought Adrien liked Kagami. Clearly Marinette was just a friend. A friend he would have been happy for, as long as she was in a good place. And she was with Luka. They were good together. Luka was a great guy. He'd treat Marinette well, like she deserved.

Adrien couldn't understand why anyone would think he'd be heartbroken to find out that Marinette was dating someone. It wasn't like he wanted to date her. It was silly that his friends seemed to think he did.

Totally insane.

She was a friend.

Just a friend.

He didn't have a crush on her.

Did he?

Well, Adrien, do you!? Huh!? :3 Why do I enjoy doing this to my poor son?

As wonderful and fluffy as my conclusion to I Was Thinking Of You was, I wondered how Adrien would react to Marinette giving up on him, even if he didn't quite realize that was what was going on. The girls - Alya, Juleka, Rose, Mylene, and Alix - all knew about Marinette's love for Adrien, and, based on their pow-wow in Frozer, they seemed to believe Adrien liked Marinette back, at least at some level. So I thought they would be the main ones trying to "protect" Adrien from the news of Marinette and Luka finally getting together. By extension, while I don't think Ivan ever found out about Marinette's crush, I do suspect Mylene did let him know about the chaos surrounding Marinette's unrequited love, so I'm sure Ivan is happy Mari doesn't have to deal with that mess anymore.

I am a strong believer that Lila doesn't truly have romantic feelings for Adrien. She just finds him attractive, and wants to date him for the status symbol of it: something everyone would envy her for; something to make people jealous with. After finding out that Marinette, someone almost obsessively in love with Adrien, was dating someone else, and was incredibly happy about it, probably messed a bit with Lila's head as well. She probably wondered if Adrien wasn't as much of the "most eligible bachelor" as she thought. Maybe he isn't worth pursuing after all, which is why she spent the week studying him.

Chloe, on the other hand, got super defensive when she discovered Marinette's relationship. She may have been one of the last people to discover Marinette's crush, but after doing so, Chloe was just as shocked as Lila to find out that Marinette had moved on and was happy with someone other than Adrien. Clearly Marinette Dupain-Cheng was insane, and Chloe was going to make sure Adrien knew he was still worthy of love.

And Plagg, poor, sweet, exhausted Plagg. It killed him to not just burst out with "YOU COULD HAVE GONE ON A DATE WITH LADYBUG IF YOU HAD EVER ACTUALLY ASKED MARINETTE OUT, YOU DING-DONG!"

Anyway, thank you so much for reading. It means so much to me that you'd spend some of your time with my stories.

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Top 5 Breakdowns over David Tennant- any fandom/show/ play you've seen? I really liked the dw one you did, just hoping you could expand over/ include other things he's been in.

Oh anon you are QUITE the enabler thank you.

So this is like half actual breakdown list and half just like David Tennant recommendations in general because I love that funky little scot.

+1. This isn’t going on the official list because I already did the previous list you mentioned (i’m glad you liked it, btw!!!) but yeah. Doctor Who. He plays the doctor in a very fuckin uhh mercutial way (he plays a lot of characters that way and I am 100% enamored by it every fuckin time he just does it SO WELL AUGH) and like highs were so high and the lows were so low and he was so FURIOUS AND CRUEL but also so GENTLE AND KIND and like oof!! The multifacetedness bitch!!!! That’s what it’s all about babey!!!

5. Good omens. I mean, duh. There was no fucking way I was gonna survive good omens. Like, honestly, even without miss tennant I wouldn’t have survived it because HA HA HA HA H O L Y SHIT MY FAVORITE BOOK FOR THE LAST DECADE WAS GETTING AN ACTUAL SCREEN ADAPTATION I GENUINELY DID NOT THINK WE WOULD EVER BE HERE THIS SHIT IS LIT. but then but THEN it was like. The way that he portrayed crowley definitely fit into a particular niche that david tennant KILLS. Like god okay I could spend an whole fucking essay on this point so I’m gonna distill this down to just. THE moment that I was like “okay okay okay okay fuck I’m GOING THROUGH IT” was when his voice cracks as he tells aziraphale that he lost his best friend because like in context OOF and out of context I have been Pavlovian trained for the past decade to Utterly Lose My Shit when David Tennant is like this close to crying and he expresses that with his whole body THE ASSHOLE! LET ME REST. I THOUGHT I WAS OVER THIS MISTER!!

4. The Escape Artist. Lesser known (I think?), but a VERY GOOD miniseries! The tone is much darker, and he’s a much more serious character. Similar vibes, role wise, to broadchurch. I’m not sure how much rewatch value it has but watching it for the first time had me like MISSION STATUS: SICK!!!! It’s like a cat and mouse mystery and like. I’m not gonna go to in depth into the story because I think it’s more enjoyable to go into it not knowing much and too me it was one of those things that took like 3 hours to watch all of and a full week or two to like. Process. Also I’m not usually one for drama and I was ABOUT it so I would recommend!!!

3. JESSICA JONES (season 1). Holy FUCK dude. Definitely his darkest and most evil role, and the subject matter is VERY heavy and I definitely would NOT recommend it for everyone because it could be, how you say, triggering as fuck or even just because it is incredibly dark and that might not be your thing. Funnily enough, it’s DEFINITELY not my thing, personally, I tend to avoid narratives about sexual assault because so many of them are, uh, ya know, bad, but Jessica Jones season 1 really is done FANTASTICALLY! The David Tennant breakdown was just a level of cognitive dissonance because I had never seen him play like a VILLAIN villain. I mean, yeah, he was Barty Crouch Jr., but that was for like 30 seconds and while the dude was creepy there was a layer of campy over the topness that is present in most fun fantasy franchises. I remember when he was cast as the purple man me and my parents were like. Yeah he’ll obviously crush the role because he’s talented but in the back of our minds we’ll probably still be thinking of like the doctor and I wonder if we can fully accept him playing the role. Yeah there was fucking NONE OF THAT. When he played Purple Man I never ONCE thought of his other roles and I didn’t even, like, think of David Tennant, ya know. I was just like oh shit this man is evil and terrifying and I want him dead! Please die!!! And yes, I know that that’s how acting works or whatever but also ACTING ya know!!! Of any of the roles on this list this one definitely made me be the most like SHE HAS THE RANGE because I really think it highlights how INCREDIBLY GOOD at his job he is!!! I have not ever rewatched Jessica Jones season 1 though because while it is honestly like a triumph of television it is also A Lot to deal with and I am very rarely in the kind of mindset where I’m able to watch it. But yeah. David Tennant knows what the fuck he’s doing and it is very good.

2. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING BABEY. Literally I knew nothing about the play or why I should care but the promo material was like. Catherine Tate and David Tennant are costars again and I was like OKAY SIGN ME THE FUCK UP HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH. For real I think on screen chemistry Catherine Tate and David Tennant are one of if not just straight up my favorite duo of all time. They are just so DELIGHTFUL and ENCHANTING and BEWITCHING and basically I want them to costar in everything ever. @azirafeathers was like “sherlock holmes adaptation where she’s sherlock and he’s watson” and I haven’t stopped thinking about that since!!! I would give my left thumb or at least like a solid $60 to see that. Like PLEASE it would be PERFECT. I LOVE THEM. And god this production of much ado is definitely like. “Here’s Benedick and Beatrice. They’re two chaotic dumbass bisexuals that are like fives on the kinsey scale and they fall in love much to their surprise” and it’s TERRIFIC. That’s exactly what I like to see. Like it’s set in the 80s and the set design? The visual gags? The costumes? The soundtrack? THE PHYSICAL COMEDY? It all SLAPS. David Tennant really balances “fun and funky slut” and “utterly PINING idiot” so fucking well. I have said it before and I will say it again David Tennant peaks when Catherine Tate is being mean to him. Also really iconic to give him the role that is like the only man in the play that is (after a bit) CHUGGING his respect women juice. I mean LOOK at this utter buffoon.

I’m in love. This play made me a proud morosexual. Plus it’s all FREE ON YOUTUBE THE NEXT TIME YOU HAVE THREE HOURS AND WANT TO HAVE A GOOD FUCKIN TIME GO WATCH MUCH ADO!!

1. H A M L E T. So imagine that you’re 14 and it’s 3 am and you’re casually watching David Tennant’s hamlet on youtube or at least the parts they put up and you’re painting stars on your ceiling with glow in the dark paint and it makes you realize that you have an excess of black bile and a melancholic temperment and you’ll understand why, while this might not be my all time favorite david tennant role (though it definitely is high up on the list) , this is absolutely my number one David Tennant Related Breakdown. Hoo boy. This probably doesn’t come as a shock to literally anybody that knows me irl bc I Will Not shut up about Hamlet and it is this productions fault. Different people will respond differently too it, and I’m definitely 1000% biased because a: I love him and b: it was the first production I ever watched and it’s what got me On My Bullshit, but this production honestly makes me like. Get Hamlet. Or not get hamlet, personally, as a character, we’re never meant to fully understand him honestly, but it made me understand the ALLURE of the play. I watched it and I was like oh. Yeah. Okay. I can see why people have been obsessed with this for 400 years. I know why it’s considered one of the greatest roles and one of the greatest plays of all time. And I went absolutely feral for it. It solidified Horatio permanently as one of my all time favorite characters in anything ever. David Tennant has this tendency to put manic and desperate energy into the characters that he plays, and that of course works extremely well for hamlet. Plus, like, he plays characters that are drowning, that need the assistance and kindness of love to try and float, and even with that might not be able to keep their heads above water, and the characters that are opposite him are basically always wonderful. Because I am deeply deeply predictable, the core dynamic of Hamlet and Horatio’s relationship is probably like THE most appealing and interesting and important aspect of the play to me, and Peter de Jersey (who is absolutely INCREDIBLE in this production) and David Tennant pull it of breathtakingly beautifully. Every time I watch this I have to lie down for a while. Every time I THINK about this I have to lie down for awhile. So, yeah, number one David Tennant based breakdown is over his hamlet.

Honorable mentions

this gifset-I have not seen what this is actually from but it made me have a conniption. I’m in love with her. She’s my idealized self. I don’t know what to do with myself. I spent 5 hours looking at this now. What the fuck.

The Decoy Bride- I didn’t have a breakdown over it BUT it is a recommendation. Very silly rom com, very much a comfort movie like music and lyrics or singing in the rain for me. Great for sleep overs or rainy sunday afternoons.

Richard II- I haven’t seen it but based on one (1) clip and some stills I would be lost in the sauce for a week after a viewing.

Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger- watch nativity 2 danger in the manger.

Fright Night- jesus fucking CHRIST mister tennant went full slut

Casanova- Mister Tennant Goes Full Slut part 2- has blue colored contacts and it’s weird

#anon #replies #sorry this took a hot minute but i wrote uhh #squints at the screen #1700 words on david tennant making me lose it jesus christ #Anonymous

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