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justash02 · 1 year

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Womanizer; 03

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests!

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

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"I wanna be yours."

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We walked after Bill and soon found the other boys on the table. "Hiya! We're XO my name's clair, this is Ben and that's y/n!" She said pointing us out.

I'm so happy she's so out going.

I smiled as waved at the boys making them repeat it to me. Bill stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side.

He gently pulled close to my ear, "I think my brother wants to fuck you." My eyes widened as I looked at Tom who was already looking at us.

Before I could react I suddenly felt a hand on my hip pulling me away from Bill.

The familiar scent of Adam filled my nose.

"What's going on here?" He asked looking at Bill, Bill laughed and went over to sit next to his brother.

"Nothing much, just told Y/n that she can sing like an angel." Liar. I couldn't help but be amazed by how easy those words left his lips. Kinda impressive how good he can lie.

Adams hand didn't leave my hip and now it was clear to me that he was either being overprotective or jealous.

Toms eyes ran over my body, he looked like he wanted to eat me alive. Not that I would mind...

Let's sit down, it's gonna be begin soon!" Clair said she grabbed me away from Adam making him frown at her but decided to just not say anything.

Before I noticed where Clair was bringing me I was already sitting next to Tom.

He smirked at me before holding out his hand, "Hey, Tom." I felt myself heat up before grabbing his warm and soft hand.

"Y/n."

Before he could say anything else the host of the award show stepped on stage and started the show.

Clair tapped my leg and as soon as I made eye contact with her she smirked at me. Cheeky bastard.

A few rewards were giving away but none that influenced us, the time went by fast and it was already break time.

"Bro I'm starving." Tom said, he laid back in his chair, pushing his hips up a bit in a thrusting motion to get more comfy.

Oh...

"Go get some food then." Gustav said to the boy who was man spreading. "Yeah but the thing I want to eat isn't very appropriate at this moment." His eyes suddenly looked over at me, his intens eyes made me feel small and weak under his gaze, I hate that feeling.

"Dude." Ben said as he shook his head laughing, Tom just smirked at Ben before looking over at Adam. They had a weird stare off before I decided I couldn't handle this amount of cringe anymore and asked Bill if he wanted to go get some food.

The black haired boy nodded and smiled while getting up, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.

"I'm sorry it I made you uncomfortable with what I said, Y/n/n." He said, "Do you actually think so?" He hummed before nodding.

"Oh definitely. He's a womanizer. He's like a rabbit fucking anything that has a hole." He said laughing. "You're pretty and good at what you do." I awed and put my hand over my heart.

"Thank youuu." I said with a :> face making him giggle. I liked hearing him laugh.

"Not gonna lie I've always admired your way of being, I'm just so jealous that you feel so comfortable being yourself." This made him blush a bit, "It took me awhile but I'm there now I'm also really happy I got this far."

I nodded, understanding what he means, I hope someday I'll also be as confident as he is.

"When are the ANTI music videos coming out?", "We are gonna start filming in like three days, wanna come and watch?" I asked feeling more comfy around the boy.

"Oh, yeah sure! Yeah I would love that!" He said smiling softly to himself as he watched you bring a plate over to him, "By the way," he said as I handed him the plate, I looked up at him curious, "Don't let him get to your head, Y/n, he's my brother but you deserve better then that." I didn't know how to respond.

"Anyways! What do you want?" He said quickly changing the subject.

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In the end we sadly didn't win the award, I could tell that the band really upset about it. I could notice they Clair was losing the confidence she had a few days ago at the interview.

I sadly smiled as her and rubbed her back as we walked back to the parking lot. "It's ok Clair, we did great! We don't need some stupid rewarded to tell us that." I tried to tell her but she seemed zoned out.

I gazed over at Adam who was already looking at Clair with a neutral expression, "Clair, we did all we could." Clair just nodded, she gently pulled herself away from me and walked to the car.

"What was that back there?" Adam asked once we were alone, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cig

"Don't know what you're talking about." I said really not wanting to talk about Tom right now.

"Yes, Yes you do. Why did you let him talk about you that way, that guy sees you as nothing but a piece of fucking meat." He started to get angry with me. I sighed and lit the cig.

"Don't reacted us losing out on me, I didn't see the need to stop him because it didn't mean anything to me." I spoke, but deep down I knew that his words triggered something in me.

The way his body moved around me, the way his words sent shivers down my spine. His whole being is dangerous to me.

He scoffed, looking down on me trying to make me feel small, "If you wanna fuck your way to the top you can, I'm not gonna stop you."

Slap

His eyes widened as his face fell to the side from the force of the slap, "Don't you dare ever talk to me like this again asshole." I spat at him turning around on the heels of my shoes.

Clair who was watching the whole thing stood there in awe, "What was that."

"Adam being a cunt."

#cute imagines #x reader #tom kaulitz #Tom Kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #Tokio hotel x reader #imagine #womanizer

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 3 months

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i am finally home and i'm pretty knackered but aaaahhh what a weekend!! ✨✨ so much happened in such a short amount of time, i'm still processing i think (also some personal stuff, that i won't bore you with). but yeah, the shows were absolutely epic, they were such good crowds for london standards. very rowdy but overall the atmosphere was amazing, and tbh that's probably in part because miles just exudes such incredible energy himself, if you ask me

just a little snippet of don't forget who you are from yesterday (night two) to illustrate:

also, a few random things i'm remembering now (which i'll put under the cut because i apparently remembered more than i thought):

miles seemed really really into it both nights, and really centered somehow? he was clearly having a blast and had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand, he's just SUCH an incredible showman. that's nothing new of course, but I was once again struck by just how very special and awe inspiring and just incredibly fun it is to watch him do his thing on stage. no one does it like miles fucking kane, baby

also, there were so many men in the audience who were just really letting go during the show, hugging their mates and singing the lyrics at each other, even full on crying when miles played colour of the trap (not even kidding, actual tears streaming down their faces). i don't think i've ever seen that at another gig to that extent, really. miles and his music seem to have - for want of a better phrase - a sort of liberating effect on a lot of men that's really nice to witness

on night one miles slipped on a spilled drink on stage and took a little tumble, but he recovered like a king and honestly it just made him look even cooler somehow lol

his arms and shoulders......... are sooooooo...... 🔥🔥🔥 dear fucking lord. his shoulders are broader than ever and honestly it was very hard to concentrate on anything else 🫠

after the show, we were chatting to ben for a bit who was just the sweetest and again talked about how he was a fan first (of arctic monkeys and tlsp and miles) and then sort of organically came to be a part of the band, and has just been having the time of his life so far! we were still chatting to him when miles came out after night 1, and when everyone started whooping, ben started screaming 'aaaaaahhh miles!!!' really loudly as a joke, before starting an impromptu chorus of the don't forget who you are 'la la la' that everyone joined in on. it was pretty hilarious

liam was super sweet too, and when he learned that i was dutch he was like 'oh we're playing a show in holland next week!' so i was like 'i know, i'm going!' and then he offered to put me on the guestlist, which was very kind of him even though i already have tickets lmao. he and ben both were very excited for that show for some reason, which made me even more excited as well!!

after night two ben and liam shared a massive hug outside and they both seemed really emotional, which was very sweet to see 🥺

nathan is the loveliest man alive. he said this tour was definitely the best one yet because the energy's just been amazing! he also asked us what are favourite album and song of the night was (his own fave was never taking me alive) and when I mentioned i just loved the bassline in coup de grace so much, he said it was as fun to play as it sounds, and that on the album it was actually miles who played it (that's probably common knowledge, but i didn't know!)

he also said that the band really is very close and they're all equals, and miles always says "we", and that he really is as kind and lovely as he seems 🥺 i mean, we knew that, but it was still really lovely to hear!

and of course, miles was once again just the most wonderful, gracious man ever with his fans, chatting to as many people as he could and taking pics with them and cooing at turtle paraphernalia, all while looking and smelling absolutely diviiiiine. he did seemed pretty knackered though, especially after night two, but that makes sense i think. and yet he still came out! truly a hero

as for my own chat with him, i for some reason went up to him like 'hiiiiiiiiiiiii' with my hands held out to him (idk man), and he just reciprocated my enthusiasm and took my hands and then held them and looked me in the eye while i rambled at him about how incredible i thought the show and he himself were, and he was just completely lovely, as always 🥺 such an angel

oh and finally, maxie is apparently staying with miles's mum while miles is on tour 🥺

i'm sure i'm forgetting things but this is already long enough 🙈 going to catch some zzz's now, i need them after this weekend

#sorry for rambling i am very tired #also my friend and i went to a pub after last night #and suddenly ru mine came on???#we just lost it #started singing along at the top of our lungs and made a spectacle of ourselves but man it was so fun #what a goshdarn good weekend #miles kane #one man band tour #minnie talks

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hotpocketpena · 1 year

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Pop Princess

Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader

Summary - you’re a superstar. Having performed on some of the most famous and largest stages in the world, you are in your peak.

You’re a huge Star Wars fan and when you get invited to The Mandalorian Season 1 premier by an old fried, you meet an unexpected man, who you never thought would catch your eye…

Warnings - Swearing & mention of kissing.

Notes- I’ve been throwing this idea around in my head for so long, I just never knew how I’d want it to play out. Well finally I think I made it go in an ok directionnnnn, anyways enjoy😬

Also I apologise for past and future posts for BUTCHERING the beautiful Spanish language😢

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Adrenalin.

A euphoric high, combined from nerves, excitement and thrill. That is how it felt for you every time you picked up the microphone & sang to hundreds, if not thousands of people.

The bass from your music blasting through the huge stadium speakers sends vibrations up and down your body as you dance to the ending of your final song of the night.

“Thank you so much Miami! You have been amazing! Goodnight!” You cheer into the bejewelled black microphone & jump down the disappearing part of the stage.

Your fans still screaming for more as you use the crawl space under the stairs and head to your dressing room to wind down.

“Amazing job tonight killer Queen!”

“Best show of the tour so far!”

“You never fail to amaze us!”

The crew shout as you walk past them. You smile at everyone as you walk into your dressing room, your manager following closely behind.

“Uh, Ben. Can I have just ten minutes to myself before we talk?” You ask, throwing yourself on one of the couches in your dressing room.

Ben, your tour manager of four years sits on the armchair across from you. “I’ll just be brief.” He says.

But it’s never brief.

You roll your eyes and rest your head on the top of the couch, ready to heard whatever Ben has to say about the show. He always has some input on how you can be more energetic or more enthusiastic on stage. And you always tell him the same thing.

“Now that show was brilliant, don’t get me wrong.” His thick British accent makes it really hard to be annoyed with what he says. “But I think you could just be-“

“More energetic sweetheart. You are amazing already but the show needs more sparkle!” you mock him, with a terrible attempt at his accent.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes is quickly. “I do not sound like that.” He whines.

“Well no. But, you do say that to me after every show. And I always give my all when I’m out there.” You say.

He sits in the back of his chair and crosses his arms. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the fans need more. Maybe more fireworks or more dancers or-“

“Ben.” You sternly say his name, knowing where this is going.

“I love you, but you need to get out of my dressing room.” You say as sweetly as possible.

“Fine! If you don’t want to hear about my amazing ideas, then I’ll go and tell them to someone how appreciated them!” He taunts, standing from the chair and swaying his hips to the door.

“I hear Danny from sound looooves your ideas! Go tell him!” You shout, silently thanking the heavens that he’s leaving.

Ben leaves you at peace, and you settle back into the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table.

Just as you’re about to sigh, there’s a knock at the door.

“God damn it! Can’t a girl just have five minutes of peace after doing a very long two hour work out while also singing!” You groan, hoping the person behind the door can hear you and will take it as a hint to leave.

“I guess I’ll just leave you to it then princesa del pop.” A beautiful, husky voice shouts from the other side of the door.

It’s a voice you’ve been waiting to hear for 10 days. And you’ve been itching to see the beautiful face behind it.

You jump from the couch, using the last bit of your energy and make a b-line for the door.

“Pedro!” You scream, jumping into his arms. You wrap your legs around his hips and he grips onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Hello baby. Have you missed me?” He chuckles speaking into your hair.

You give him a big squeeze and jump down from his embrace. Your lips crash against his in a hungry but loving kiss.

Your lips move together in sync, releasing all the built up tension of not being able to kiss his sweet lips for so long.

When you break from the kiss, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I only managed to catch the last forty minutes but you were amazing tonight my little superstar.” He says sweetly, his voice like honey.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”

“Well I had to sneak away from set and get one of the assistants to lie for me to make it, but I’m here.” Pedro plants a quick kiss to your lips.

He takes your hand into his and you both walk into your dressing room. You notice he’s not in his usual casual attire. He has makeup still on from filming and his hair is all messily done.

“Did you-did you literally take of from the Mando set and rush here for me?” You ask with a serious tone.

“I would have been here sooner, but the fuckers make me take the suit off the second the cameras are off and we’re done filming. Normally I head over to wardrobe to take off all the under garments that go under the suit, but I escaped before they could catch me.” He chuckles, dressed in an all black mesh outfit.

You gasp at him. “Yeah because last time you came to one of my shows in the whole fucking suit. And got so drunk that you drank beer out of the helmet. And then threw up in it once you drank all of the beer.” You laughed, sitting next to him on the couch. He pats his knee for you to put your legs up and you do with gratitude.

“And you know that it’s against the Creed that you should never take your helmet off in front of a living being.” You smirk, knowing he hates how much you love the show.

He tuts and rolls his eyes. “My god you need to get a life.”

You chuckled. “The way of the Mandalorian is my life.”

Pedro pondered for a second. “Hang on, we started dating after the premier of the first season of the show right?” He asked, his brows raised while he ran his hand up and down your leg.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“And we’d never met before the premier?”

You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“Uhhh,” you stuttered. “Yeah I think so.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but before the premiere of the show, I’m pretty sure you didn’t know who I was. And I obviously knew who you were. I’m sure I went to say hi to you, but you just smiled awkwardly and walked away. But right after the showing, I swear you were all over me like a fly on shit.” Pedro’s voice was inquisitive.

He was right.

You got invited to the premier as John knew how much you love Star Wars, and Boba Fett was your favourite character. So when the opportunity to go to The Mandalorian premier, you squealed and cried.

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The day of the premiere you were so excited. Taking inspiration from the Mando armour, your designer created the most beautiful 2 piece suit in the colour of the armour.

You knew of Pedro before the premier, having seen a few of his movies, but you’d never met him. On the red carpet, you two did have an awkward encounter. Pedro was the star of the show before you showed up.

As soon as you walked on the carpet, all the cameras and eyes were on you. You’d said that you didn’t want all eyes on you or to take shine away from the amazing people who had worked on the show, so you took a few photos and headed inside where you could mingle with a few people.

Just before the showing, Pedro walked over to you, a clear attraction from his side, having watched you perform at events for many years, he took a serious liking to you.

You thought he was cute, but because you didn’t know him, you just thought of him as a cute guy. He walked over and said hi to you. You gave him a sweet but awkward smile and excused yourself to head to the bathroom.

The show had started and boy was it amazing. As soon as it ended, John and Pedro stood from their seats, giving small nods while looking around at everyone cheering them on.

Pedro looked over to you and gave you a wink. You felt your heart stop and your palms began to sweat.

Is this what love at second sight looks like? You thought taking him all in.

Once everyone had disappeared from the theatre and headed into the bar area, you were on the hunt for him. Wanting to continue the ‘what could have been’ conversation. If only you had taken a few seconds to speak with him before, this would be a lot less awkward.

You take a deep breath in and begin your strut towards him. Luckily, he’s with John, so if things go awkward, you can lean on him to get you out of a sticky situation.

“Hey! Look who it is! We were just talking about you!” John cheers, holding his glass of brown liquid towards you to join him.

Pedro quickly spins to face you and his face turns a blush red. He clears his throat and wipes his sweaty palms on the back of his pants, hoping that it’s not too obvious that he’s nervous.

“Who knew you had such talent in that big ol’ head of yours!” You joke, pulling John in for a hug. He hugs you back, squeezing you just a little too tight.

You let out a joking ouch and break from the hug. You turn your attention to Pedro and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s beautiful.

You both look into each others eyes and not a word is spoken. It’s like everyone in the room has just disappeared and only you two remain. You could stay looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes forever.

“Now I want you to meet the star of the show.” John snaps you out of your trance. He moves around the small circle table and throws his arm over Pedro’s shoulder.

“This is Pedro, our very own Din Djarin. The man behind the mask.” John beams, being very proud of Pedro.

“And this lovely lady is-“

Before John could finish, Pedro interrupts.

“We’ve met before.”

You let out a shy laugh averting your eyes from him. He doesn’t take his eyes off you and a smile beams across his face at your laugh.

“I’ve been to a few of her shows actually, she’s brilliant.” He says with adoration.

He’d been to more than a few. At first, Sarah invited him to go, as she also really enjoys your music. He didn’t think anything of it first, but once you got on stage, he was hooked.

Pedro had been to about 20 of your shows over the years, sometimes even going alone just because he wanted to enjoy the shows you put on and admire you from afar. When he found out you were coming tonight, he wanted to shoot his shot.

Usually when celebrities come to your shows, you invite them backstage and hang out with them for a few drinks, discussing the show and other things. Pedro never made himself known, he’d been too nervous to go backstage.

You blushed at his comment. He’d been to a few of your shows? He’s never been backstage? You thought, wondering why he never took the invite, but you brush the thought off.

John rambles on about how the promotion for the show has been going and gets called away by someone, leaving you and Pedro alone at the table.

“So, how did you find the first episode?” He asks, shuffling on his feet.

“It was truly a masterpiece. You were amazing!” You express, trying to keep it cool.

He blushes, taking a step closer to you. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. The way you perform on stage is a work of art.”

Wow, your heart flutters

You engage with him in some casual conversation and head to the bar together to grab another drink. You both hit it off.

“So, uh, what are you doing in three days time?” Pedro ask taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

“I’m performing at the Oscar’s.” You say. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink after? I’ve been invited to the Vanity Fair after party, but I can ditch that if you’re free?” He says, the whiskey giving him the courage he needs to ask you out.

“I was going to head to the Vogue after party but, I’d like to have a drink with you.” You blush, your wine helping you in this situation massively.

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“Now that I’m actually thinking about it…Did you only come over to me and John because you liked me as Din?!” Pedro gasps, pinching your legs.

You yelp and laugh. “Nooooo, of course not!” You lie. You never wanted to admit to him, but it was true. There was just something about him being the man behind the Baskar that turned you on.

“Oh my god it’s true!” He laughs, quickly standing from the couch.

He stands in front of you with a shocked face and hands on his hips.

“If I never took the job, you never would have gone for that drink with me would you? And you’d be shacked up with someone else who’d be playing Mano!” Pedro tuts, but his tone is jokey, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Baby, come on. Please don’t make me say it.” You groan, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Say it.” He demands, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself.

“Fine! I felt more attracted to you as Mando. There!” You admit to defeat, wanting this conversation to be over and done with.

“But! The more I got to know you, the more I loved the man behind the mask. And I do! I love you more and more everyday, so it shouldn’t matter how I became attracted to you in the first place.”

Pedro laughs, patting your knees and playing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I love you princesa del pop. Even if you are a Star Wars loving freak.” He chuckles

“Your Star Wars loving freak.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.”

“Yes, yes you are.” He smiles at you lovingly.

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#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #pedro x reader #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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Seventeen P21 - P30

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating

Seventeen Series

"I don't think I've ever been this scared" I whispered

"Scared? Newt are you okay?" Y/n asks sounding genuinely worried

"Ohh uhhh I uhh Excuse me" I told her leaning the other way "I don't think I've ever been this scared and I just told y/n that"

"Then be brave" Thomas chuckled pushing me away so I was faced with y/n

"Are you okay?"

"Uhhh just nervous"

"awww me too"

"Okay, now the weak have left, I will tell you now my most hated thing in all theatre is callbacks and cast lists so when you audition I will give it to you or get you go ensemble, no waiting just straight acceptance or rejections. So Is there anyone brave enough to audition for Veronica?" Mrs Mary asked

Not a soul moved I looked and could tell y/n wanted to but she was too nervous and scared, she glanced at me and I used all of my bravery to give her a warm encouraging smile and she stood

"I would Mrs Mary"

"Y/n Y/l/n? Anyone else?" she offered but nope no one moved "Alright get up here" she said heading down to her desk "Do you know the soundtrack?"

"Yes Mrs Mary"

"Alright give me 'fight for me', from the top." She demanded setting up the music

It was obvious she was nervously holding her hands tightly in front of her waiting for her Cue, we briefly made eye contact and I did my best to give her a smile

"Why when you see boys fight, Does it look so horrible, Yet... feel so right? I shouldn't watch this crap, That's not who I am, But with this kid... Damn. Hey, mister no-name kid, So who might you be? And could you fight for me, And hey, could you face the crowd, Could you be seen with me and still act proud, Hey, could you hold my hand..."

Her voice was angelic, almost too good for the song, even her fellow cheerleaders seemed shocked and surprised by her performance I did my best not to let my jaw drop as she often glanced at me as she sang, she sounded so perfect I actually got teary

"That's enough Miss Y/l/n" Mrs. Mary said shutting off the music "Congratulations, You are Our Veronica Sawyer" She said offering her the script from the pile on her desk

"she did it!" I whispered shaking Thomas's arm

"Now you have to kill it as her JD" He said

"Ohh no. I can't be beside that. That. that was actually good, it'll bring the whole production down if she has to sing with... me."

Y/n grabbed her script and ran down getting hugs and congratulations from the cheer team she came over sat in her seat and gave me a big hug

"Uhhhhh...." I stuttered a little in shock but I was not wasting this I melted into her wrapping my arms around her sweet body and inhaling her sugary cherry scent "You did amazing, I knew you would"

"Thank you, I need to get learning" she smiled already opening her script

"Okay, so we have our Veronica. let's find her Jason Dean. If you wish to audition for JD Please stand up" She said

I knew I couldn't wait, I couldn't be a little bitch about it, even if I did think she deserved a better JD than me but I stood noticing I wasn't the only one as Aris had stood to him immediately giving me a dirty look as had Ben. Ohh fuck. I'm gonna die.

I nervously looked at y/n and she was surprised as she glanced at ben and aris before she turned and noticed I too was stood our eyes met and her cheeks went a little red I couldn't help blushing too

"Alright all three of you on stage" she demanded so we all headed up standing in a line with ben aris then me

"Mr Smith you do understand this will run into your track team time"

"I know, But you know art and shit," Ben said winking at y/n

"I take it you all know your script?"

"Yes Mrs Mary" Aris and I nodded

"Uhhh no can I just take a look?" Ben said

"You didn't prepare a song to audition with?"

"No, this was a kinda spur of the moment thing"

"use your phone" she glared "I want to Freeze your brain. You can start Mr. Smith"

"Okay" He nods getting his phone and literally googling

'heathers musical Freeze Your Brain lyric'

as the music began

"I've been through ten high schools, They start to get blurry, No point planting roots, Cause you're gone in a hurry" he sang

Ohh my god- I think my ears are bleeding, he wasn't in tune in fact so far out of tune if he had a map tune wouldn't even be on the map, like it tune is London bitch is in Tokyo not helped by his terrible attempt at on the spot choreography and karate actions so much so-

"Stop! Stop! Mr smith. if you are not going to take this seriously then please stop wasting our time."

"I wanna be Jd Mrs Mary"

"Sit down Mr. Smith. If you wish to audition I'd recommend a non-singing role" she warns

he left in a huff giving me a glare as he did

"Mr Hall if you would, from the last line," She asked

"My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, So it's only a matter of when I don't learn the names, Don't bother with faces, All I can trust is this concrete oasis Seems every time I'm about to despair-" He sang it made me feel even worse, he was good, really good, I mean it makes sense he was danny in grease and has been almost every male role in Le Mis, he was so good, and honestly he's the JD y/n deserves, they would sound great together and you know not to make the production a laughing stock,

she stopped the music again "Lovely very lovely, now let's hear Mr. Newton continuing on if you wouldn't mind" she says

I was beyond scared my feet were like needles, my legs jelly, my voice caught behind my throat, and butterflies in my tummy, as the music began and I missed the cue

"Some time today Mr Newton," she says restarting it

I honestly thought I was gonna hurl but I saw y/n her script on my chair looking eagerly as she smiled at me much like I did for her, and I just thought -

fuck it! I imagined my bedroom, when I'm home alone, like I'm in my underpants with my hair brushed singing to a screenshot of y/n's Instagram

"There's a 7-Eleven right there, Each store is the same, From Las Vegas to Boston, Linoleum aisles that I love To get lost in, I pray at my altar of slush, Yeah I live for that sweet frozen rush!"

I was... not that bad.

I was better than Ben but worse than Aris, I'm not as bad as I thought I was, I had performance energy, and passion as it were, and honestly, my bedroom must have some bad acoustics because on a stage I don't sound nearly as bad as I thought I did. Maybe its the tall roof, or the anxiety, or maybe it's y/n believing in me.

"Okay... that's definitely a tale of two JD's" she says checking her notes

"No hard feelings Newton, you weren't half bad" Aris whispered "But we both know there are perks to being a drama rat, and you might have the gusto for one good verse but I have the stamina for this show. besides you couldn't handle Seventeen you need training"

Aris Hall, Theatre kid. Master of the stage. Kinda an artsy dickhole. He's been the lead in every production ever run and proudly so. Theatre is the only club he does, the only part of his personality that anyone has ever known. He took the word theatre brat as a compliment and annoyingly he had the skills to back himself up. He even took drama and theatre theory as electives.

"I might not be as good as you but I would work every living moment for this show if I needed to, that kinda of passion can't be taught"

"It's called a hard on it goes down after a week Isaac"

"I have made my decision" she said and the room sat on edge he's right, he's a theatre kid. he knows what he's doing y/n deserves to be beside him on stage, well at least I tried, maybe y/n will take pitty on me or just be impressed I tried

"Congratulations, You're our Jason dean Mr Newton," she said

HOLY SHIT!

don't faint, don't faint!

"what!" Aris yelled "Mrs mary I have been in all the preoductions since I've been here"

"Exactly you've had your turn in the spot light, I did say you wouldn't get president for being a drama club kid" she explained "Mr Newton? will you take the role?"

"Ohh uhh yes, Yes Thank you mrs Mary" I smiled happily taking the script

I climbed down and Thomas gave me a thumbs up I quickly came to my seat and she gave me another big hug so I happily smiled and hugged her close savouring every moment of our cuddle

"EEEEEEEE! We're gonna be acting together! I'm so excited!"

"Yeah me too, it's gonna be really fun, guess we're gonna be spending a lot more time together"

"I think so" she giggled "I'm excited though,"

"Yeah me too, about the show and getting to uhh spend time with you"

"Aww me too newt" she smiled

"Right, now who what's to be a heather?" Mrs. Mary began "Let's start with Heather Chandler, Stand up"

And two people stood up Teresa and Alexandra

"Alright up you go" She told them and the two girls headed up

Obviously Teresa already kind of looked the part in her short skirt and socks and then Alexandra

Alexandra Bolton, the top of the bottom row of cheerleaders in the hierarchy above y/n but well below Teresa, was a theatre rat or as much as a cheerleader could be given the track meets and other such stuff the cheer girls too but even so it was a well-known thing Alexandra was on thin ice for taking theatre more serious then cheerleading. But she was a pretty good actress if a little bit of a diva.

"Alright, Miss Bolton give me candy store from the chorus" She says

"Honey, whatchu waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store It's time for you to prove You're not a loser anymore Then step into my candy store" She sang

"She's good," Y/n whispered

"I know, she'd be a good Heather"

"I think so too"

"Be on my girlfriend's side. Or else" Thomas leant over

"Seems fair" Y/n nods

"Yep, Teresa for Heather."

"Miss Agnes Chours again please" Mrs. Mary told her

"Honey, whatchu waitin' for?, Welcome to my candy store, It's time for you to prove, You're not a loser anymore, Then step into my candy store!"

"Hu," I said

"My girlfriend is not as good as I thought she'd be" Thomas sighed

"I mean I didn't want to say it... but kinda" I told him

"Interesting, you're both fairly good."

"Please Mrs. Mary I did ever so good as Fontaine" Alexandra pleaded

"You did, however, we are looking for some new casting,"

"My dad will buy half the seats just to see me so he doesn't have to sit next to people" Teresa said

"Teresa, You're out Heather Chandler," She says handing over the script

"Thank you" she smirked taking the script

"Well done babe" Thomas smiled giving her a kiss

"I look forward to killing you Teresa" Y/n smiled

"Thanks" she sighed

"Next Auditions for Heather Mcnamara,"

Alexandra stayed on the stage and Harriet went up and joined her

"Okay, Lifeboat if you ladies don't mind."

Alexandra Began of course "I float in a boat In a raging black ocean Low in the water And nowhere to go The tiniest lifeboat With people I know"

"Very nice,"

"She would be good again," Y/n smiled

"she would" I nodded

"She's not being my Heather Macnamara" Teresa glared

"Miss Toll if you would continue"

"Cold, clammy, and crowded The people smell desperate We'll sink any minute So someone must go The tiniest lifeboat With people I know" Harriet sang it was pretty good, I'd struggle to choose between them I didn't even know Harriet could sing

"What do you think?" Y/n whispered

"I'm kinda going for Harriet."

"I would but I'm scared of Teresa"

"That's fair she seems scary"

and we started giggling

"Miss Toll, You shall be our Heather Macnamara" she says handing over the script

"Mrs Mary" Alexandra complained

"Miss Bolton, you can audition or you can sit down"

"Fine" she pouts

"Alright auditions for Heather Duke"

Alexandra stayed on the stage and was surprisingly joined by Brenda

"Miss Young, this is not going to turn into another of your protest moments"

"I know, The guidance counsellor says I have to have something positive on my record or he won't let me graduate"

"Alright, Never shut up again Miss young if you can start"

"Heather choked, Bought the farm, She could not hack it, Now we need a strong arm, To run this racket, Heather's out, Who will rise? Gotta fill that vacuum, It's my turn, It's my prize, I spit lightning, Crack, boom!" Huu she's decent

"Miss Bolton continues"

"I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten, My silence made me strong, I did my time and then, A house dropped on her head, The witch is dead! Ding dong!, Move bitch, this my song!, I will never shut up again, I will never shut up again, a Brand new day watching dreams come true, Well for me, not you Cause I'll never shut up again!"

and of course, once again Alexandra was really good,

"Heather Duke goes to Miss Young," she says handing over the script

"Ughhh!" Alexandra left sitting with Aris as the two pouted

This went on for a good while slowly casting the musical I had kind of given up now and got stuck into my script, and it kind of dawned on me as I looked at the script highlighted with all the JD lines. And it's uhhh it's just how much I have to learn in this script I mean I know the songs I'm not worried about that but I have so many lines. Until finally we cast the musical :

Y/n y/l/n as Veronica

Me as Jason Dean

Teresa Anges as Heather Chandler

Harriet Toll as Heather Mcnamara

Brenda Young as Heather Duke

Ben Smith as Ram Sweeney

Minho Lee As Kurt Kelly

Alexandra Bolton As Martha Dunnstoke

Rachel Mason as Ms Fleming and others

Aris Hall As Ram's Dad & Others

Thomas Stephenson As Kurt's dad & Others

and Everyone else in the ensemble with various names like punk kid, new wave girl and so on.

Honesrtly I think the best casting was Zart as stoner boy. He's gonna be doing some method acting I can tell.

I finished up with classes today and started on the way home as we didn't have rehearsals tonight to give everyone time to learn at least the first few scenes in the script luckily I don't really come in till just before fight with me. but still, I had a lot to learn. Am I regretting this? already? but... she's worth it.

"Hi Newt" Y/n smiled as she came from her class coming over with me to hide under the cover from the rain, her script in hand

"Ohh Hi y/n" I smiled

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just uhhh nothing- eager to get home that's all y/n"

"Yeah me too,"

"Did you need a walk home?"

"No it's okay my dad's picking me up he'll be here in a minute"

"Ohh no worries"

"I could ask if he could give you a lift? We could run lines in the car"

"No no, it's ok I don't want to be a bother"

"Well if you're sure newt,"

"So uhh you got any plans this weekend?"

"No, just learning my script and of course, Sunday is the gym with the girls"

"You girls go to the gym together?"

"Humm on Sundays practice floor routine and keep in shape and all, what about you?'

"Ohh I have work this weekend, just Saturday though I'm open Sundays mostly for homework and I guess learning the script now"

"Yeah," she smiled and a car pulled in honking its horn "ohh that's me, what time do you work on Saturdays?'

"Oh nine to five"

"cool, well have a nice weekend newt" she's smiled

"You Have a nice weekend too,"

"Maybe I'll pop by for a slushie tomorrow" She smiled giving my cheek a little cherry-scented kiss and I almost collapsed or came or I don't even know anymore

"Ubhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" was all that came to my mouth

"Sorry, I just figured we better get used to it. Right JD?"

"Uuhhhhhh yeah, uhh your right Veronica"

"See you" she smiled blowing me a kiss as she scampered from the door towards the car waving as she went I waved back to her and watched her climb into the car and drive away

"YES!"

I headed home through the stormy grey rain unable to stop smiling for a moment, blush had consumed my cheeks, my heart still racing, hugging my script in hand.

When I arrived home, I smiled widely and saw my mum, dad and soyna at the kitchen table.

"What are you so smiley about?" My mother laughed

"I. Am. Jason Dean!"

"Hu?" Sonya asks

"You changing your name?" My dad asks

"Awww I like your name, Isaac, We picked it out" My mother sighed

"I-I'm not changing my name" I told them

"You're trying a new personality? I'd recommend it. this one is shit" Sonya says

"Sonya! don't be mean to your brother!" Mum warned

"I got cast," I told them

"They didn't beat you up again did they!" Dad yelled

"No, I got cast not A cast" I sighed "Look let's just start again, I have been cast as Jason Dean. in Heathers"

"What's a heather?" mum asked

"Heathers the Musical the winter production at school"

"The winter production!" Mum smiled

"Ohh I didn't think you did drama club?" Dad asked

"I don't, But they needed more boys plus I love heathers"

"You nerd" Sonya snapped

"Ohh, needed more boys" Dad laughed winking at me "I get it"

"So who is this Jason Dean? in the production? is he in many scenes?" Mum smiled

"I uhh I'm in all of them. I'm the leading male role"

"Ohhh my goodness!" Mum smiled

"How the hell did you do that?" Sonya laughs

"Ohh and who's your leading lady?" Dad asks

"Y/n" I blushed

"Oh I get it" Sonya sighed

"That's great Isaac!" Mum smiled

"Good job Kiddo"

I woke up a little earlier than usual, fresh from my dreams of performing beside y/n, of cuddling her and kissing her and however we're going to stage dead girl walking ummmmm I'm so excited. I jumped out of bed and went for a shower, putting the soundtrack on to listen to as I brushed my teeth, stripping off and climbing into the shower making sure to give myself a good scrub as I was going to work today.

"Shut your eyes tight till you vanish from sight, let nothing remain! Freeze your brain!" I sang as I scrubbed soap up and down my body and as I did my hands found my hard on and I couldn't help rubbing over it "ummmm..." I smirked I poked my head out the shower checking the time on my speaker, I got time. So I turned it up higher and stood under the hot steamy water loosing myself in my imagination as my hand stroked my shaft slow and steady at first

"Hehe why hello my sweet boy" her voice Cooes her fingertips stroking across my chest

"Humm hello my darling" I smirked pulling her body close "what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Well I just wanted to make sure my lovely man was happy, ohh I see we have a big problem here" she smiled stroking my shaft

"Uhhh yeah we do baby-"

"Would my handsome boy like me to suck or would be perfer to go inside me?' She giggled turning to lean her naked body against the shower wall jiggling her ass at me

"Uhhhhh! Inside... you know I can't resist you darling" I growled kissing her neck and grinding myself against her-

"Uuhhhhhh! Uuuughhhhh!" I moaned my hips bucking forward my hand tightening as my erection softened and sent spurts of jizz down the shower drain "uhhhh.... Fuck" I gasped leaning on the wall to get my breath back, awww my fantasy was just getting good even my fantasy can't hold it together around y/n. I finished up my shower and headed to my room getting dressed and grabbing my stuff for work, heading downstairs seeing breakfast in the table for my mum and dad.

I grabbed some toast and a couple strawberries before giving my mum a kiss and my dad a hug

"Bye mum, bye dad. I'm off to work"

"What about breakfast?' She asked

"I'll grab a breakfast croissant at work" I told them as I scampered out the door and onto the street, I hurried my way to work having my strawberries and my toast before I got to work zart already here

"Till then trade?" He asks

"Deal" I nodded getting to sit at the counter while he stocked I just served customers felt with the hot food all of it literally just grab packet from box in the freezer but in heat lamp, or roller or whatever and just serve when ordered. We were busy for a while people heading off places grabbing snacks and breakfast stuff but of course by like nine it became a ghost town so I stocked all the hot food up, filled all the packaging bins, checked we had any deliveries and just sat in my chair listening to the hot roll roller whine in that way it always has.

I sighed trying to keep myself awake as even zart was now just checking slushie machines bored with little else to do

"Hi newt" I glanced up and immediately fell of my chair "oh god! Are you okay?'

I quickly got to my feet "hi y/n!"

"Hi"

"I wasn't doing anything so I fought I'd come and visit you" She smiled

"Awww that's sweet" I blushed "It is nice to see you,"

"Great, I'll grab a slushie and be right back" she smiled

When she picked out her slushie and came back we stood chatting for what felt like hours, but every so often serving the few customers that had come through, we chatted about everything and nothing about movies, shows, music, musicals and all sorts of other stuff but I couldn't help my smile unable to remove it from my face so much my cheeks hurt

"I uhh I I'm sorry y/n, I wish we could keep chatting but my shift is almost over"

"Ohh well, I'd be happy to walk you home if you let me?"

"ughh- if you sure yeah, I uhh I don't want to be any trouble though," I told her

"It's no trouble"

"I don't want you to go out of your way"

"It's okay I'm not doing anything, Unless you'd rather-"

"No no I want to I just don't want to be any trouble for you, I'd love to walk home with you." I smiled "Let me uhh just grab my stuff"

I grabbed my stuff and headed out with y/n, we walked side by side down the street chatting about next week when we would start rehearsals for the musical together until we got to the outside of my house.

"So this is me" I smiled

"Ohh I hoped the walk would be a little longer"

"Yeah, me too. sorry for not living so far away" I smiled even if the moment I said it I realized how stupid it sounded

"That's okay, maybe after rehearsals, you could walk me home?"

"Ohh yeah, absolutely I'd love too!"

"I'll plan it in then" she smiled "I'll let you go I've talked your ear off enough"

"It's no problem, I love getting to chat with you but I should probably go. Unless you'd like to stay you're more than welcome"

"Awww thank you but I promised my dad I'd be home for dinner, He's making chicken pot pie"

"Ohh, I uhh I love chicken pot pie"

"Awww I'll have to have a word with him then maybe he can make it for both of us in a week or two"

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Ohh here, I forgot to give you this yesterday" she smiled getting a little sticky note from her pocket with a cute flowery border

"what is it?"

"My number, so we can chat about rehearsals and all" She blushed

"Ohh yeah right course. I uhh I'll text you tonight"

"Great, Guess I'll see you at class Monday"

"yeah, are uhh are you busy Monday night? I thought maybe we could run lines?"

"Sorry cheer practice."

"It's okay don't worry about it"

"I'll see if I can get out a little early, just for you"

"That's sweet of you" I smiled

and In a wave of confidence, I moved closer and gave her cheek a gentle kiss over almost as soon as it started and I turned as bright red as a rose but she smiled widely

"What was that for?" she asks

"to uhhh to pay you back for the one yesterday" I blushed

"That's very sweet newt" she blushed moving closer and rubbing her nose on mine I smiled so widely rubbing my nose on hers too "I'll see you Monday" she smiled moving back and heading off down the street

"Yeah see you Monday" I gleamed trying not to get teary where I was just so insanely happy

"But I'll hear from you tonight?"

"You will, I'll text you I promise"

"You better" she waved

and just before she disappeared completely I blew her a kiss and she happily blew me one back.

I scampered inside shutting the door and leaning my back against it but my knees went weak and I slid down until my butt hit the welcome mat tears of joy flooding down my face as I hugged the little note close to my chest

"You alright?" My dad asks sitting in the kitchen with a coffee clearly just watched me do all that

"I'm fine dad." I smiled "Y/n walked me home"

"Ohhh I see." he nods

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sicsidsimp666 · 2 years

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The End, So Far Album Review

Hello. It's Toad. And this post is all about the new album that Slipknot put out and my thoughts live time while listening to it. This means that they are unfiltered. That being said please understand that I am thankful they shared their art with us yet again, and a review is merely my own opinion of how the music made me feel and my experience while listening to it.

It's not an argumentative point nor do I wish to have a Socratic seminar on the internet. Spoiler Toad’s real personality is not Ben Shapiro so I don't really enjoy having frivolous little scuffles with people who I am largely unacquainted with. I’m not sure I made a gain in life anytime that I engaged in an argument on the internet.

However, I love sharing knowledge with others and conversing (and for those of you who don't know arguing and conversing/learning new views are not the same thing!!!). Okay now that I've attracted people who like to fight bahaha let's get on to the review :)

Adderall: (4/10)

Reminds me of a musical

Acid trip influenced?

I feel like I'm slightly in the 70s

Overall eh and seems out of place, but new styles are always a great idea

The Dying Song: (9/10)

Already knew this one was a banger

Angry. I am in love.

Great message

Still can't be early Slipknot tho, but that's okay that's why the other albums are recorded and can be listened to at any time. They don't need to be the same to still be Slipknot.

The Chapeltown Rag: (10/10)

God damn I love this song

Make hyper brain feel very happy

Message is also good

Sid doing work? Okayyyyy!

The fucking breakdown at 1:37 ughhh 😩 Yummy.

Corey's deep voice power here is really showcased 👀

Yen: (8/10)

Like the spooky/eerie video and vibes

The guitar goes hard

We love to see Rat's solo!

Corey's voice really be horny hours

Chorus is a banger

Overall song is good, a little repetitive is all.

Hive Mind: (8/10)

Very much so like the spooky start. I feel like a terminator invader alien

Okayyyy go get it Jim, Mick, and Alessandro!

We can hear Clown and his shiny keg. We love.

Jay's getting a workout, too

Alien sounds are banging

Love the energy and anger of the song. Reminiscent of young Slipknot.

Warranty: (4/10)

Okay right away has me pumped

We are still in a spaceship

Hmmm not really vibing with this one. Seems a little slapped together.

I feel meh. It didn't really capture my attention.

Medicine for the Dead: (3/10)

I'm in a Scooby-Doo episode where it is set in a swamp and there is something swimming in the water.

The tempo is nice and feels powerful and is very methodical.

Song really made me realize how Corey's singing style has changed and grown

I don't know if I like the up and down/soft and heavy style :/

Acidic: (2/10)

I can see Shawn put his ✨artiste✨ mind to work here with all the intros

Feels very sinister in the opening

God damnit Corey keeps normally singing and I wanna just hear anger 😂 but still at least it is new and fresh

The guitar solo tho. Who's getting their dick sucked??? 👀👀👀

Ending was sort of strange and gave 70's vibes again

Overall not a fan of the new style here.

Heirloom (1/10)

Okay Sid go off I guess

Corey if you don't start screaming so help me God. Good on you tho for calming down in life 😂

I just. Everyone else is amazing. Really upped their skill set. Corey. You are on thin ice [please know that toad understands how amazing Corey's skill set is, this comment is made in jest. Please relax].

Did they accidentally put a stone sour song on the Slipknot album? 😂 @in-death-we-fall @custer-mp3

H377: (9/10)

I'm not getting my hopes up even tho the intro is dope

Finally we have remembered our roots as a nu-metal band

Tempo? Chef's kiss! 🤌🏻

Can't wait to go off like a crack squirrel when this comes on

Corey could sound a little more. Like. Angry? I don't know, just not like Corey quite yet.

Great guitar work again

Amazing

De Sade: (4/10)

Great seamless carry-over into the next song.

Nice Jay spotlight for a little

Whatever Corey repeats is um. Interesting? Hahaha

We pick up tempo and energy in the middle

Lots of high-pitched guitar which isn't bad, just something newer

Very nice base playing ♥️

The drawn out guitar after "why" is smexy

The "stab stab stab" in the background of the end guitar solo was lowkey funny and made me think of: who let Sid in the recording booth lmao

Overall just meh towards it, not bad tho.

Finale: (5/10)

Okay so we got like a melody violin and piano fairy in a cave thing going on?

Building up slowly

I like the layers of the chorus

Monkeys "oooohahahaha" very uhhh unique?

Guitar and base at like ≈3:00 is nice

We got some opera.

Song seemed to have the tone of coming to an acceptance that wasn’t necessarily wanted.

Melancholy??

It was a great statement piece. Not my style.

Overall: (6/10)

Great they still put out music.

Trying new styles is great, dont want it to be stale they just didn’t vibe with me which is fine

For me 50/50 love/hate the songs.

Separate from Sone Sour for the most part, but definitely the most mixed that Slipknot has been with them and their style.

Probably my least favorite album.

Will continue to listen to it and see if it grows on me more. I initially didn’t like WANYK also so things tend to grow better on me over time.

#Slipknot #The End So Far #album review #Toad Review #sid wilson #jay weinberg #alessandro venturella #tortilla man #Jim Root #Craig Jones #shawn crahan #Mick Thomson #Corey Taylor #0 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 1 year

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Family Day

A/N: Part 3!!

Bold/Italics is singing!

Word count: 3.6+

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"All right. It says that we still need one tear, and I never cry." Mal says, before going back to mixing her cookie dough.

"Let's just chop up some onions." Carlos says grabbing an onion, he saw in the little wooden box next to him.

"No". Mal says throwing her hands up in the air. "It says that we need one tear of human sadness. And this love potion gets the best reviews, so we have to follow it exactly."

"A tears a tear.."

"That'd not true, Jay. They have both antibodies and enzymes, but an emotional tear, has more protein-based hormones then a reflex tear." I look at her, both shocked and amazed.

"Listen to you." Mal says.

"Someone's been hitting the books." I said giving her a nudge, and Evie smiles cheekily.

"Yeah, I knew that." I scoff. "Sure, Jay. And what was that you got on your first pop quiz?" He stammers, before telling me to 'shut up,' and I laugh.

"Hey, I know how to get a real emotion filled tear." Evie said, looking my way. "No! Not from me, it's gotta be from someone else."

"Okay, but there's a first time for everything." Evie squeals, and I roll my eyes, going over to Carlos moving the box of onions out the way, and sits next to him.

"There you are, Mal! I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair! Midnight snack, huh? Whatcha guys making?"

"Nothing special. Just cookies." Mal says as Lonnie dips her finger in it, and tastes it, as we all tell her to stop, but she's already done it.

"What? I'm not gonna double dip."

"Feel anything?"

"Yeah, like maybe it might be missing something?"

Jay gets up putting some hair behind his ear and leans up against the pole. "Hey there."

"It could use some chips." Lonnie said going over to the refrigerator. "Chips?" Jay asks flat out confused.

"And those are...?"

"Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group." Lonnie says bringing out a cup of chips from the fridge and sets it on the table. "Wait, didn't your moms ever make you guys," She start grabbing a handful and dumps it into the mixture. "Like, chocolate chip cookies?" My eyes dart to my hand, as I felt Carlos' hand on mine, I smile at him and squeeze his hand, mouthing a small ‘thank you.’

"Like, when you're feeling sad, and they're fresh from the oven, with a big old glass of milk and she just makes you laugh and puts everything into perspective and.. Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"It's just different where we're from."

"Yeah, I know. I just, you know , I thought…Even villains love their kids." She said with a soft smile, and I turn to Carlos, reaching over putting my free hand on his right cheek.

"Oh. How awful." She said, a tear trilled down her face, and she placed her hands over Mals, before Mal takes the tear and dashes it into the mixture.

"Yeah, well, big bummer, but we have to get these into the oven, so thank you so much for coming by. Really, really have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow, good night. Evil dreams." Mal said pushing her out of the kitchen. And I dropped the hand, I had on Carlos's cheek.

"Boys, cookie sheet. (Y/N) and Evie, oven." "Got it." I said as Evie said, "Yes ma'am."

We all were standing in front of the oven waiting for the cookies to bake, once the timer went off, Mal opened the oven grabbing a mitt to take out the piping hot tray out, but Jay stopped her.

“I got this.” He reaches in and tries grabbing the tray, with his bare hands, and burns himself, and bringing his hands to his chest. “One day, you’ll learn to do things the right way.” I said, patting his shoulder, and he rolls his eyes at me.

Mal takes the tray out and let it cool off before placing it in a sandwich baggie.

“Time to play matchmaker, get that wand, and pay a visit to our parents.” She says and we cheer before, heading back to our dorm rooms.

It's the next day, and the four of us are watching Mal give the cookie to Ben. At first he declined, before Mal was about to eat it, but Ben snatched it out her hand. "See that? Totally trust you. Totally." She turns to look at us, before turning back to Ben.

"How are they?"

"They're good. They're great! They're amazing. They're..I mean, they're chewy and, you know, they...Is that walnuts?" He asks as Mal nods. "I love walnuts."

I lean in to Carlos' ear to whisper, "The literal definition of kissing up to someone." He shakes his head laughing. Ben kept talking before coughing a bit, letting us know that the love spell is in fact taking effect. And we tiptoe to stand near Mal.

"How you feeling, bro?"

"I feel...I feel like singing your name. Mal! Mal!" Ben sings as Mal covers his mouth, and Jay takes the bag with the cookie in it, and lets out a low whistle.

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Evie, Mal, and I sit on the bleachers, watching the tourney game. But watch as one of the guys on the bench goes out on the field and the coach tells Jay to go out there, but he offer to let Carlos go instead, but Carlos sits right back down. And Jay pulls him right back up. Before the coach throws him the stick and they both run out onto the field.

Everyone cheers, but me in particular cheers just for Carlos. "What about Jay?" Evie asks, and I shrug. "I'm cheering for him too..." And Mal and Evie smile and laugh.

"I think now's a good time to say that our (Y/N) dear, is totally in love with Carlos." Evie says, Lonnie looking at me, thinking it was 'cute,' and I look at Evie like she's insane.

"Evie!"

"Oh, you didn't know that? I knew that for a long while." Mal, said with a hand on her chin, eyeing me over Evie’s shoulder. "Have you seen the way they look at each other!?" Mal nods, "Or the way they hold hands, whenever possible?"

"Or the-"

"Okay! I get it! It was incredibly obvious! Enough of the torture please." I roll my eyes and face palm.

"Relax, we're not here to make fun of you, others maybe, but if you like him maybe you should tell him." Mal says, with her arms folded.

"Yeah, do it when the time feels right though." Lonnie says putting a hand on my shoulder, and Evie agrees.

"You do that, while I start planning the wedding." Said Evie.

"Ew, weddings are so..." Mal started, but trailed off trying to find the best word for it.

"Amazing." Said Evie.

"Stupid." Said Mal.

"Amazingly stupid." Evie said, half agreeing with Mal.

I shake my head with a laugh, as there antics. "Thanks guys."

"Always." Evie said answering for the both of them.

After watching them play our school breaks the tie and wins the game. And Evie, Lonnie, and I cheer as Mal covers her ears in pain.

"Excuse me, can I have your attention please? There's something I'd like to say." Ben announces standing on top of the disc shooter thing and everyone goes quiet and I meet Evies eyes.

"Is he?" I ask pointing to Ben.

"He might be." Evie says, not taking an eye of him not wanting to miss this.

"Give me an 'M!'

Most of the people on the bleachers, do the same thing as Ben, repeating after him, but Mal an I.

"Give me an 'A!'

Give me and "L!"

"What does that spell?"

"Mal!" Everyone screams and Lonnie and Evie, yell it into her ears.

"Come on, I can't hear you!" Ben exclaims at the whole crowd yells it again and I do it again. "I love you, Mal. Did I mention that?" He says as Audrey, runs away and off the field.

"Gimme a beat!"

Did I mention that I'm in love with you?

And did I mention there's nothing I can do

And did I happen to say?

I dream of you everyday

But let me shout it out loud, if that's okay ay ay

If that's okay (Hey!)

I met this girl that rocked my world like it's never been rocked

And now I'm living just for her and I won't never stop

I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me

But now look at what you've done, you got me down on my knees

Because my love for you is ridiculous

I never knew

(Who knew?)

That it could be like this

My love for you is ridiculous

My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!

(R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!)

It's (Ridiculous!)

Just (Ridiculous!)

And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss

Well did I mention that I'm in love with you

And did I mention there's nothing I can do

And did I happen to say?

I dream of you everyday

But let me shout it out loud, if that's okay ay ay

(Yeah!) If that's okay

Because my love for you is ridiculous

I never knew (Who knew?)

That it could be like this

My love for you is ridiculous

My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S! (R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!)

It's (Ridiculous!)

Just (Ridiculous!)

And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss, c'mon now!

Alright! (Hey!)

Because my love for you is ridiculous

I never knew (Who knew?)

That it could be like this

My love for you is ridiculous

My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!

(R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!)

It's (Ridiculous!)

Just (Ridiculous!)

And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss, c'mon now!

Ben then starts crowd surfing his way up the bleachers, to stand next to her. "I love you, Mal. Did I mention that?" He leans into kiss her, but blocks it with the shirt he threw to her during while he was singing. But he then just hugs her instead.

"Chads, my boyfriend now! And I'm going to coronation with him. So, I don't need your pity date." She says before kissing him, Ben then takes this chance to grab the mic from her.

"Mal! Will you got to the coronation with me?" Mal grabs the mic and yells, "Yes!" into it.

"She said yes!" Audrey, visibly upset, pushes past Chad, before walking away. I cheer, before looking at Evie, and mouth "you okay?" And she nods, her head looking the other way.

"Let's go, Ben! The whole team's waiting for you." Jay said, as he grabbed Ben to come back onto the field, and Mal said 'bye.'

"I feel really sorry for Audrey." Mal starts. "You do?" Evie asked, trying not to cry, because she really did think Chad liked her like she did him.

"Yeah, even (Y/N) does too. Right-?"

"Oh honey, that's not even a question, I gotta answer." I said, as we laughed a little.

"I feel like if she were talented like you, and she knew how to sew, knew beauty tips, that she wouldn't need a prince to make her feel better about herself."

"I guess, I am kind of talented."

"Kind of? Girl, you are underestimating yourself, let me tell you. You are definitely gifted, E." She smiles wide, looking from the both of me and Mal.

"Thanks, M. And you too (N/N)."

I smile and nod. "We got your back."

"Okay, so about that wedding."

I groan, "No!" She laughs, but stops when we see the players carrying Jay, deeming him the most valuable player, causing us to cheer and clap.

~~~~~~~

I knock on Mal and Evie's door to let them know I'm coming in and open it. "Hey! Whoa. That look is not hideous!" I exclaimed, looking at the dress Evie made for Mal. "Right?" Mal says.

"So, what you looking all fancy for?" Mal was about to reply, before Evie cut her off. "Ben asked her out on a date, and now she's ready."

"And nervous." She admits.

"There's no need to be nervous, you look great. Just be yourself. No magic spell book and just talk." I say to her, before there's a knock on the door. I smile and Mal goes to open the door.

"For the first time. I understand the difference between pretty and beautiful. I hope you like bikes." He says holding a helmet to her and see goes to take it turning around giving a 'help me,' face on the way out, and Evie closes the door.

~~~~~

It's the next day, and we were all waiting for Remedial Goodness to start, but Fairy Godmother, had an announcement.

"Children, excuse me. Um...As you know, this Sunday is Family Day here at Auradon Prep. And because your parents can't be here due to 'distance,' we've arranged for a special treat." She says as she turns the computer on to show everyone's parents.

"I don't see anything, nor do I hear." Maleficent says backing away from the screen.

And Godmother waves us over to approach the screen.

"Is...Is it...is.."

"Press enter."

"Can I please see a remote? Is this thing on? It's broken." They bickered before turn the camera on so they see all us now.

"Who's the old bat?" Cruella says in utter disgust.

"This is Fairy Godmother."

"Still doing tricks with eggplants?"

"I turned a pumpkin into a beautiful carriage!" Godmother says standing her ground.

"You really couldn't give Cinderella till 1 a.m.? I mean, really. What, the hamsters had to be back on their little wheels?" Maleficent said, with a cackle.

"They were mice! They were not..They were mice. They were not.. They were mice." Godmother says, defending the mice, before leaving the cameras field of view.

"Hi, Mom!"

"Mal, I missed you." She stammered out.

"You children are never far from our thoughts."

"I got it. How long must Mommy wait to see you?"

"There's a big coronation coming up. I think probably sometime after that."

"When?"

"Friday, 10 a.m."

"You sure I can't see you before that? I don't know what I'll do if I don't get my hands on that magic..You, you little nugget that I love so much."

"Yes, I completely understand, Mother."

"Carlos, is that a dog?" Cruella says as Dude whimpers, and Cruella squeaks the toy resting on her shoulder. "Yes, yes, baby, I do understand. It would make the perfect size for earmuffs."

"He's the perfect size for a pet. This dog loves me, and I love him! Just as much, as I love (Y/N)! And FYI, your dog is stuffed!" Carlos yells, and we are all taken aback by this.

"Oh!" Cruella says backing down.

"So, give it a rest!" Carlos exclaims and Jay puts a hand on his shoulder, I smile as Carlos and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Burn!" Said Jafar.

"Ohh, why don't you go sell a toaster you two-bit salesman!"

"People who talk to stuff animals shouldn't throw stones!"

Jays clearly had enough and goes up and hangs up the call for us.

"I'm so sorry."

"Thanks for the special treat."

"Of course." Godmother says as we walk away and grabbed our bags.

"M? What do you think our parents are gonna do to us, if we don't pull this off?"

"I think they will be quietly disappointed in us, but ultimately proud of us for doing our best."

"Really?"

"No, I think we are definitely goners." Mal says as everyone walks with her, but I pull Carlos back.

"Did you mean, what you said back there? That you...loved me?" I ask as Carlos gets nervous and shifts from one foot to the other. "Yeah. I did. And I think you're really amazing, and a great person on top of that. And hope you'll got out with me, and be my date the coronation?"

I stare at him speechless, before hugging him gently, due to him still carrying Dude. "I will definitely go out with you, and be your date to the coronation." He smiles, and I can't help stare due to how cute he is. “Hey. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Couldn’t exactly do that, with friends or family like ours, they never given me the chance to tell you-”

"Guys, come on!" Evie says and I tell her we're coming.

“See?” He says, with a laugh. I put my backpack on properly, since I was carrying it with one hand, and lean in to the kiss Carlos on the cheek, before telling him to ‘come on.’

~~~~~

"Okay, so we all know what this looks like. So, we'll be up on the dais under the Beasts spell jar, and we'll be coming in from here. I will be in the very front. You all will be up in the balcony." Mal says should us the layout of the place where coronation is being held, and I nod. "Carlos?"

"Okay, so I'll find out limo, so we break the barrier, and get back on the island with the wand."

"Perfect."

"Evie. You will use this to take out the driver. Two sprays and he will be out like a light." They nod at each other before looking at the rest of us, and we back away from the table. I follow Carlos to his bed, sit down next to him as he lays down, with Dude.

"M? You want to break Ben's love spell?"

"Yeah. You know, for after."

"I don't..." Evie says trailing off.

"I've just been thinking, you know, when the villains finally do invade Auradon, and begin to loot and kick everyone out of there castles and imprison their leaders and destroy all that is good and beautiful, Ben still being in love with me just seems a little extra cruel." Evie nods, kinda sad or disappointed, and Mal closes her spell book and stands up walking away.

"M?"

"Mal?" I said trying to call her back over to us, but stop thinking she probably needs some time alone to really think about that big of a decision.

We decided to call it a night, we said our ‘goodnights,’ and us girls headed to our dorms. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the amazing things I've accomplished here. Like making friends with Lonnie, and Jane. Dating the literal love of my life. I mean, I was born evil, wanting to take over the place my father never could, but no one, and I mean no one should suffer the way we did.

If you ask me, putting Auradon in hands of Maleficent is extremely cruel, to the people who gave us a chance, at life we never thought we’d get to live.

~~~~~

We step up to the railing, watching at they sung their version of Be Our Guest. Before going down to walk up to the tables they had set up for everyone, and noticed the food they had out and grabbed a couple strawberries. Eating one, holding up the other, and was going to eat it, but noticed there was a bite taken out of it.

"Carlos!" He just smiles at me cheekily, and I roll my eyes, before throwing the strawberry somewhere, and took Dude from him, so he could eat a strawberry with chocolate fondue on it, messily might I add, but that's Carlos for you.

"So, what's the status on you two?"

"Well know, I can officially say I have a boyfriend now." I said, and Evie practically jumped for joy. But Carlos looks at me, hurt evident on his face, that we happy just seconds ago.

"You have a boyfriend? Who is it? I bet, I can beat him at tourney."

"I meant you, Carlos. You are my boyfriend."

"Oohhh, right." I shake my head laughing, holding Dude like a baby, as Jay goes over to the fondue machine and they have at it like it's an all you can eat buffet and Mal goes over to meet Bens parents.

"Evie, I have something to ask you." I started, but Evie was quick to cut me off. "Yes. I'll make your dress for coronation."

"How'd you know I was going to ask that?"

"I just have a knack for knowing, when people are in desperate need of a new look. And I checked your closet, and those dresses need help." I look at her mouth agape, but laughs when tells me she's kidding, and gives me a side hug.

"Also, what's up with you and Doug?"

"What do you mean, 'what's up with me and him?' We're just friends."

"Oh really? Cause as I recall, you two looked at each other the same way, Carlos and I do. You ma'am, are in love."

"That's not true."

"Gimme an L. Gimme an O. Gimme a VE. What does that spell?" I recited, making the letters with my fingers. "I'm going to put itching power in your bed sheets tonight."

I gasp, putting a hand on my chest. "You wouldn't dare!"

"I would!" She said as I laughed. "But seriously. You can tell us, right guys?" I said turning to Carlos and Jay as they continued, to shove their faces. And I elbow them both.

"Right guys?" They nod and say 'yes,' as good at they could with food shoved in their face, like a chipmunk with a face full of nuts.

"Fine. I do like him, kinda."

"I knew it!" I exclaim as Evie slaps hand onto my mouth. "Sorry." I said, after she removed her hand.

"But I don't know, if he likes me back."

"I can’t tell you he does, cause I don’t know, but what I can tell you is, a guy doesn't just look as if he'd give up everything to be with you, if they didn't. Okay?" She nods, giving me a slight nudge to my side. "When did you become a love consultant?"

"When I started to date the love of my life." I said, as he turned to me with chocolate all over his lips. I ask Evie to hold Dude, then I grab a napkin, to wipe Carlos’ face.

After that lovely little party, Ben offered us to play some croquet. "Come on, Dude! Hey, get them!" I stand with my croquet stick, and watch Carlos and Dude run wild. “Are we even going to play croquet, or just run around?”

Carlos looked me and thought about it, “Both?” He shrugged as Dude ran past him and over to me. And I pick him up dropping my croquet stick, running around with Dude. “Get back here!”

He chases Dude and I around the field, careful not to hit or bump into anyone, before grabbing my elbow and pulls me into his arms. “Gotcha.” I smile, looking up to kiss his chin.

“I think it’s safe to say, that Dude likes me.” I held Dude up, as he licked my face. “That makes two of us.” I turn to Carlos, smiling from ear-to-ear. “How do you think, your mother, will take this?”

“Well, if she truly loved me, she would support us, in this decision.” I nod, before asking, ‘what if she doesn’t?’ “If she doesn’t, well then thank goodness, she doesn’t have any say in who I give my heart to. I love you, and there is nothing she can say that would stop me, from doing so.”

My eyes opened wide, filled with nothing adoration as my heart fluttered in my chest. I felt like I was on top of the world, as corny as it sounds. I didn’t know what to do, so I side-hugged him tight. Saying ‘I loved him,’ back into him to crook of his neck, before pulling away, blinking back the tears that threatening to fall.

"You!" Someone exclaimed. And I turned to see where it was coming from and notice Mal and an older lady talking, I walk over there, Carlos following behind.

"How are you here? And how have you stayed so young?"

"Queen Leah, it's okay. Maleficent is still on the island. This is her daughter, Mal. Don't you remember my proclamation to give the new generation a chance?"

"A chance to what Ben? Destroy us? Come on. You remember, don't you? The poison apples." Queens Leah says facing Godmother. "And the spells." She said turning to face Bell and the Beast.

"Spells. My daughter was raised by fairies because of your mother's curse. So, her first words, her first steps, I missed it all!" She said turning around, severely upset. "You mustn't trust her."

"Hey, I'm so..." Mal says reaching over to touch her.

"Go away! Stay away from her!" Chad said standing in between her and Queen Leah.

"Don't do this Chad."

"What? They were raised by their parents, Ben. What do you think villains teach their kids? Huh? Kindness? Fair play?" I furrow my brows in anger, about to walk over there and tell him off, but Carlos grabs my hand and interlocks it with his, shaking his head 'no.'

"No way, okay? Uh-uh. You stole another girl's boyfriend."

"Hey, Hey!"

"You enjoy hurting people." He said pointing at Jay.

“You just as bad as an interior designer as you are a tarot reason. I’ll put it in smaller words for you , ‘you are not good.’” He says, and I try and shake grip Carlos had on my arm, and tackle this man, but Carlos doesn’t let my hand go.

"And you, you're nothing but a gold digger and a cheater." He said to Evie, and she steps closer to him. "Mirror, mirror, in my hand. Who's the biggest jerk in the land?" Evie said point it at Chad and he smacks her hand away.

"Back off, Chad!" Jay grabs him by his suit. As Evie sprays him with the bottle Mal gave her, and then started to run. I tightened my grip on Carlos's hand and run with them.

~~~~~

"I feared something like this would happen."

"This isn't their fault!"

"No, son. It's yours." The Beast says, holding out his for Belle to take. "Mom.." She takes his hand and they walk away, followed by Ben's friends.

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Eurovision (#35)

35. NORWAY Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 10th place

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Decade rank: 70/79 [Above Sheldon, below Efendi]

You’d expect them to be higher, but nope!

We interrupt this bashfest of Sad Emo Boi Ballads to shred some fuckin’ nihilistic novelty that -true to form- makes me feel absolutely NOTHING! Which honestly, given *the sort of entry* this is, is a giant fucking red flag for its (lack of) quality.

For some reason I convinced myself that I had always vaguely liked Subwoolfer before Eurovision, but oops here’s the review I wrote *before* their first live in MGP:

Way to go, me from the past!! I guess my pre-show appreciation was merely spillover relief that they won that *DREADFUL* National Final (if you want a sense of how brain-numbingly stupid MGP2022 was: Subwoolfer aren’t even amongst the 10 dumbest things about it! Imagine THAT!)

Regardless, my impression of Subwoolfer was always one of an act that isn’t nearly as witty or original as it thinks it is. It is effectively what a bunch of marketing researchers would come up with if you asked them to design a viral hit by strictly looking at census data. “HA HA HA! Masked singers in space wolf suits singing utter nonsense while doing a meme dance! HA HA HA HA! Are you not entertained?!”

Sadly the answer to that is: “not really”. First off, EVERYONE already knew Subwoolfer were Ben Adams and Gaute Ormåsen before they even won the NF, so fuck your mystery and shove it, Norway.

Secondly, once you get through the initial ‘wtf did I just watch” phase, it becomes stale alarmingly fast. For all its “ZOMG SPACE WOLF” bluster, “Give that wolf a banana” is formulaic and bland, and I blame a fucking lack of chutzpah..

Sadly, Subwoolfer also chose to take themselves seriously as a Joke Act and didn’t content themselves with merely being likeable gimmick filler. (a role they would have been fine in! “Dads in wonky outfits doing stupid meaningless shit for funsies” is Circus Mircus’s entire appeal!). The Concept Demanded however that Subwoolfer go viral AT ALLLLL COSTS!!!! So they tried, with a level of desperation usually reserved for Jessika Muscat’s MESC entries, and failed. Multiple times.

A wise individual would simply accept that “well, perhaps the overal project just isn’t that good” and leave it at that, hoping for the best, but nope, not these eejits.

Soon enough my enjoyment of “Give that wolf a banana” would be directly tied to my willingness to put up with the increasedly inane and obsequious bullshit they were spewing JUST to maintain a modicum of relevance. They lost me somewhere between “FUN FACT: “Give That Wolf” is actually a pro-vaccination anthem, where 🐺🐺 = 🦠 and 🍌= 💉 ” [ah, ain’t nothing like openly ridiculing a pandemic that killed millions of people] and “DID YOU KNOW THAT JIM AND KEITH ARE NON-BINAIRY? our 3000 year old space wolves are really woke! 🚀🐺”, [despite having male names and wearing male clothes and being played by cisgender men] Like, OKAY, now is the time to shut the hell up 🙂

(Also we don’t care if and when and where TIX wore that DJ Austronaut costume or not. How about you rely on a good song/gimmick instead of pulling some more extraneous BULLSHIT?!)

Eurotwitter still lapped it all up, ofc, as if we needed more proof you need to fail an IQ test to be a part of that community. The Casuals *and* Radio DJs I will point out completely ignored Norway, and instead were discussing the amazing entries from the UK and Serbia, two songs that *did* go viral because they were, in addition to great acts, ALSO great songs! 😁

but sure, secure that top 10 so NRK doesn’t have to learn from their mistakes and can FINALLY get their overdue NQ in 2023, I guess.

THE RANKING:

35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same” 37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry” 38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M”

#Eurovision #Eurovision 2022 #Eurovision Song Contest #ESC 2022 #Turin 2022 #Norway #Subwoolfer #Give that wolf a banana #BorisBubbles

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The Deep Dark Blue Day 17

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery: Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all.

Day seventeen - Shanty

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Chapter Summery: Connor is in trouble.

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It was amazing, really, how fast a day could go from great to terrible.

It had started out rather normal. He followed after Hank, taking in the duties and quirks of the ship that he may need to know someday.

There wasn't a whole lot that actually needed doing, so most of the crew had decided to take a rest as the sun began setting. They brought out some food, some drinks, and finally a couple of instruments that some of his crew mates could apparently play.

That's where everything went wrong.

Ben had struck up a song, one that Connor had actually heard before. Swept up in the fun and dancing, he started to sing along to the upbeat shanty.

He jumped as the Captain's cabin door slammed shut behind him. "Sit down, Connor," he was ordered.

Connor did what he was told, quietly taking a seat at the large imposing desk. He didn't speak, he didn't dare.

Captain Fowler walked around the desk, entering his field of vision. He sat opposite him, chair creaking ominously as though it too wanted to weigh in on Connor's sentence.

Both of them were silent for a long time. The Captain stared at Connor, Connor stared at the Captain's hands he had folded onto the desk. It was a tense stalemate, neither wanting to break the silence of reality.

"Do you know what just happened?" The Captain asked finally. There was dread in his voice, not a welcome sound.

Connor nodded, despite wanting to deny it. He wanted to plead ignorance, innocence, anything that would get him out of this. But Connor knew. He knew what he had done and he was nothing if not honest.

As Connor had joined in the shanty, the other voices had fallen away until it was him alone singing into the night. It should have struck him as odd, but he hadn't noticed. He sang until the Captain himself came out angrily and ordered him to stop.

"Good, glad I don't need to explain it to you," he told Connor, but he still didn't sound overly pleased. "Tell me what happened then, in your own words."

He swallowed down the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him. He didn't want to speak, his own voice terrifying him now. "I… I was singing," he forced out.

The Captain nodded for him to continue, but he didn't, couldn't. Admitting what had happened felt like condemning himself. He knew the rule, that he could stay as long as he wasn't a problem.

And he had just become a problem.

"Connor?" Captain Fowler prompted when he didn't go on.

The sound of his name made him shrink. He didn't want to be thrown overboard. "I'm sorry," he apologized. He hated how quiet he sounded, but was terrified of speaking any louder.

“I’m not looking for an apology, Connor,” he said. There was a twinge of annoyance now. “Do you understand what just happened?”

The Captain didn’t like repeating himself. Connor knew he was only making things worse by refusing to answer. But what could be worse? He was already doomed, there was no way he would let him stay now. Would he even get a chance to say goodbye to his dad?

“I… I…” He choked, unable to continue.

“You enthralled the crew,” Captain Fowler finished for him. Direct, matter of fact, no room for argument. Just the naked truth. “You’re a siren and your voice hypnotized them.”

Siren. For some reason, the term felt more monstrous than any other that had been used to describe him. It bit at him like a snake, making him nauseous as though he had been poisoned.

Not all Mer were sirens, only the most dangerous, the most feared. Sailors had to specially train to resist their calls. And, even with that training, it was useless if they were to get too close to the source of the song. Only distance had spared the Captain’s mind, he was sure. He stopped Connor’s singing before he could be enthralled too.

He was a siren, a monster.

Maybe he wasn’t going to be thrown overboard. Maybe he was too dangerous for that.

“I’m sorry,” Connor said again.

“I already said I don’t want your apologies,” he scolded. “What I need is for you to understand the severity of what happened.”

He did understand. He didn’t mean to do it, he hadn’t even known he could, but he understood. He could have accidentally hurt or killed any number of his crewmates, even his own father.

Connor blinked the tears from his eyes. He was a monster. He had to be dealt with accordingly. “Can I say goodbye?”

There was a tense silence for a moment. Connor couldn’t bring himself to look at the Captain, certain that his silence was a denial of his request. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He just wanted to see Dad one more time, surely that wasn’t an unreasonable request.

“What?” The Captain said finally, his last wish apparently confusing him. Or, maybe he just didn’t expect him to go without a fight.

Connor swallowed thickly, a tear escaping past his eyelashes and making a wet trail down his cheek. “I… just want t o say goodby,” he begged. “Please. I won’t resist, I just want to say goodbye.”

“Oh, Connor… no-”

“Please!” He couldn’t stop himself from sobbing.

He heard more than saw Captain Fowler get up from where he sat. He rounded the desk, coming ominous closer to Connor. He couldn’t remember a time he had ever felt more afraid.

“Connor, look at me,” he ordered. He was so close now, he could just barely hear the man breathing over the sound of his own pounding heart. The hand that suddenly gripped his shoulder nearly made him jump out of his own skin. “Look at me,” he demanded again.

Connor forced himself to comply, dragging his damp eyes upward to meet his Captain. He expected to see anger on the man, or at the very least disgust. Instead, the look he was receiving was gentle and kind. He found that his voice was once again failing him.

“You aren’t going anywhere, Connor,” the Captain said.

It was a simple sentence, but for the life of him, he couldn’t seem to register the words. “I’m… not?” He choked on the words, not convinced of them in the slightest.

Captain Fowler crouched down, eye level with him as he still sat. “No, you’re not,” he reiterated. “You’re a good kid. I’m sure as hell not going to get rid of you just because of one fuck up.”

Connor just blinked at him a couple of times. The beating in his head dying down as his fears subsided. “No?”

“Good lord, no,” he chuckled, eyes softening in a way few people were privileged enough to witness. “You really think Hank wouldn’t throw a fit if I did? Hell, you go overboard, he’d probably jump right in after you.” The hand on his shoulder squeezed affectionately. “I know I would.”

His memories of that event were blurry, but he was aware enough of it to smile at the reminder.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” the Captain continued. “Your place here isn’t in question, I should have made that more clear. I’m sorry.”

Connor nodded once, the last of his worries fading. “It’s ok,” he told him.

He released his shoulder, leaning back so he was braced against the desk. His expression returned to serious, but not unkind. “That being said, I still need you to understand the severity of the situation.”

Anxiety crawled back through him. “I… didn’t mean too…”

“I know you didn’t.” The Captain shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him. Relaxed, not angry. “I know you would never intentionally do anything to hurt anyone. Like I said, you’re a good kid, I trust you.”

“But I’m still in trouble?” Connor guessed.

Seriousness melted into an amused smirk. “Yeah, you’re still in trouble.” He sighed, smile falling away. “Look, Connor. Your intentions aside, we can’t keep ignoring the fact that you aren’t human.”

A knot formed in his stomach again at the reminder. He hated that he wasn’t like the others, that he didn’t quite belong. “I know.”

“There’s nothing inherently wrong with that,” the Captain said softly. “But you need to be more aware of yourself, especially now that we know you’re a Siren. You’re still growing, thank god. Your voice didn’t do any real damage this time, but you need to be more careful.”

Connor nodded his understanding. “I’ll will, I promise.” The last thing he wanted was to hurt anyone.

“Good.” The look of approval Captain Fowler gave him was nearly intoxicating. Relief flooded through Connor. “You’re old enough now to be responsible for yourself and your own actions. I expect nothing less. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” he nodded again. He was right, he wasn’t a child anymore. He wouldn’t make a mistake like that again. Connor was determined not to let the Captain down.

#dbh connor #Jeffery Fowler #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh prompt challenge #dbhthedeepdarkblue

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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a team

ben chilwell x reader

continuation of helping hand

ben gets the england call up for the euros and it dawns on him quickly that he doesn't know if he can go.

Ben knew he should've been happier, but he doesn't know how to be. He can't ask you to do more than you already are. You haven't been anything but good to him and good to his daughter from the very first day that you met her. Your time in his house far exceeded the time you spent in your own and quite frankly he hadn't heard a complaint out of you yet.

Whether its help with cooking meals, sorting out the house, watching Lilly while he showers or dropping Lilly at his mums while he goes to training; you're there. You're there, right beside him helping him cope with the emotional feats of being a new parent and through the heartbreak of being abandoned by someone he thought he had loved so much. Everything you did only made his heart grow fonder of you.

How could he not? Watching you there, sitting in that rocking chair he bought to rock his baby to sleep as you cradle her in your arms singing sweet songs and cuddling her to sleep was something a man can only dream of. It's like everything he could ever want. The most beautiful of sights. The kind that makes him wonder what on earth he did to deserve a life where he gets to see that.

There's just one, small but kind of big issue that lies in this.

Ben's still not told you he's in love with you.

Ben pads across the floor in his socks, a cloth thrown over his shoulder while he shakes the bottle in his hand to combine the powered formula with the water. He hums slightly to himself, a little whistle parting his lips. It's a Sunday, and he loves Sundays because he always has them off unless he has a game. On day's like this he gets to have the kind of time he thought he'd be having when he found out he was having a baby.

Except this time, it's with you.

He gets to sit and just watch his baby girl grow and change in front of his eyes. She's started laughing now and my god how you can make her laugh. He has literally countless videos of it in his camera roll to watch whenever he can't sleep at night. He can hear it right now, those baby giggles echoing through from the living room that he approaches with the milk in hand before his doorbell rings and catches him off guard.

He sets the bottle down on the table by the door and tugs it open, his smile faltering when he sees the man standing there.

"Did you hear?" Mason bursts, "We're in Chilly, we're in again!" His teammate leaps in the door, wrapping his arms around Ben who doesn't give more than a simple pat to his shoulder unenthusiatically. "Yeah," he mumbles, "Yeah I heard."

Mason pulls back, eyebrows furrowed as he elation dwindles in his eyes. "Then why do you look I've just come to tell you I've run down your cat, mate?" He asks, head slightly tilted to the side in question.

Then he hears it, the thing that keeps Ben from jumping for joy - bursting out into happy tears and embracing Mason like he usually would when they find out that they've both made the senior euro squad for the longest run of the campaign.

You.

He hears you, squealing, then he hears you shouting. "Ben! Beeeeen! Guess what she just did, she-oh hi Mason."

You cheeks flush red, your eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment as you awkwardly shift the three month old chubby little baby in your arms. "Is everything alright?" Ben asks, his voice laden with concern. You smile sheepishly, feeling suddenly foolish for your outburst. When it was you and Ben this was nothing new, but the thought of Mason seeing how invested you are in Ben and Lilly was a little more awkward. Ben is completely unaware of how much you love him, but his best mate has always been able to tell.

"Oh, it's nothing. She just discovered her feet, is all." You shrug, trying to keep the excitement at bay in your tone but everybody knows how amazing you think it is. "Oh my god!" Ben exclaims, his jaw dropping open wide. "How?"

You giggle, passing the little girl over to him to pepper her face with kisses that make her giggle and make you beam. "I was changing her and she started trying to eat them. Isn't that right, pretty girl." You coo, standing on your tip toes to ticking her cheek as she sits in Ben's arms.

Mason can tell exactly why Ben isn't excited.

He might not even be able to go.

Having you here, helping out and loving on them is one thing. You insisted and anyone could see how happy you were to be doing it. But to ask you to be the sole carer of a child that wasn't yours for 6 weeks while he travels and works for the international team is a completely different thing.

He can't just expect you to give up everything in your life for nearly two months so that he go. It's not how things work and he would feel as though he was doing nothing but taking advantage of how kind you truly are. It's so obvious to Mason that you love them so much, more than anybody else ever could. It makes him smile so big it hurts.

"Suppose you're here to congratulate Mr England hot shot?" You tease, turning your attention to Mason as Ben very nearly drops his child in surprise. They both look at you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Ben's mum texted me this morning to see how I was feeling about it. Only proud really, and excited to get to watch you play. Even more excited that I get to have this little one all to myself for six weeks, eh baby?"

Ben is too surprised by your words to hold onto her when you lift Lilly from his arms, cradling her carefully as you swoop up the bottle on the sideboard. "Nice seeing you again, Mase. I'll leave you guys to it."

The way you shuffle off with that sweet little girl, cooing as you feed her, Mason can understand why Ben has fallen so head over heels in love with you. He loved you before you wholeheartedly took in his daughter, but he had never loved you like he does now after it. He's so whipped. He can't even begin to think about what his life would look like if you hadn't forced yourself back into it. The weeks he spent without you were the worst of his life. He needs you and he always has. It just took something like this to realise it.

"Guess that means you are coming then?" Mason says, his voice a gently teasing with a hint of his caution because Ben still doesn't look as happy as he could and very well probably should. "I don't know mate," Ben says exasperatedly as he runs his hand through his hair, "Look, I'll speak to you later yeah? I need- god I don't even know." He huffs, his mind racing a mile a minute.

"I won't tell you what to do, but I will tell you to take the help where it's offered to you Chill. You know how close knit the families are when we go international. (y/n)'s a hell of a badass, she can do anything." He assures, giving Ben a reassuring hug once again. "It's not that, Mase. I know she can but she shouldn't have to. This is something that I did. I have a baby, that's my responsibility yeah? Shouldn't have to be hers." He sighs. Mason just shakes his head.

"That's not up to you though Ben. She's never going to let you make decisions on her behalf. Just talk to her. You can work it out."

Ben didn't doubt that they could, but either way he'd feel off about his decision. It was a dream of his to play at a tournament of this calibre, of course it was. It's every little boys dream, never mind a professionals dream. This was something he had wanted to do and had worked so hard to be qualified to do and if he couldn't, then it would probably haunt him forever. Missing out one year might be the thing that separates him from being qualified the next.

But if he decides to go, leaving you with his daughter for up to 6 weeks; he'll break his own heart. He didn't realise he could love as much as he loves that little girl. She's perfect. She's everything and she's given his whole life a brand new level of meaning that he's genuinely never had in his life before. He isn't sure what to make of that and hasn't sure he can actually leave her for that long without breaking the rules and coming home to get the cuddles he can barely go an hour without.

Then there's you. Leaving you for 6 weeks? That feels like an impossible ask. being Without his two favourite girls for such a long time, not getting to watch you swaying around the room, rocking her to sleep or telling her bedtime stories in hushed tones about you and Ben growing up. Could he cope without seeing you fast asleep on the couch with the baby on your chest, getting to be the one who pries her off and lays her in her crib before he carries you up to bed, draping you with blankets and wishing you goodnight with a kiss on your head? He's not so sure.

He doesn't doubt for a second that you'll manage for six weeks and he knows for a fact his mother will be right there with you for her baby cuddles and because she's adored you since you were just a baby. No she adores you even more because you're the girl who's just saved her son. She's heart set you'll end up together.

"I can't ask you to do that for me, (y/n). I could be gone as long as six weeks." He says as he enters the living room, trying to keep his eyes off of you and Lilly on the couch, her suckling away at her bottle for fear he may cry if he does. He loves that sight more than anything.

"You didn't ask me." You retort simply. "Just like I'm not asking. I'm telling. It's been your dream for as long as I can remember and hey! think about how exciting it'll be for her to get to come to your matches. All the stories we'll be able to tell her when she's older. She got to see her daddy win the euros."

Ben has a subconscious grin. Your belief in him has always been unwavering and wholehearted. It never comes up short and you never struggle to believe he's the best in the world; that he's a true winner.

"Are you absolutely sure that it's something you want to do?" He asks emphatically, watching you nod with a bright smile. "Absolutely I do. We could use some girl time, right Lilly?"

She, of course, doesn't do anything other than stare up at you as you smile and Ben takes a seat next to you. There's a silence between you both for a moment or two.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling." Ben mimics, a snort of laughter leaving his nose. "You sound like my mum." He chuckles, his chest bouncing up and down as he drapes an arm around your shoulders, turning his head to you and his daughter. You nod with a smile, "She told me to say that."

Ben throws his head back against the couch, the laughter reverberating out of his open mouth and around the room. You rest your head on his shoulder, smiling softly as he places his cheek on top of your head.

"We're a team. We got this." You say softly, your voice as gentle and loving as it always is when you speak to that sweet little girl in your arms. Ben nods his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah," he hums, "Yeah we do."

Only problem is, Ben wants way more than just a team.

#ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben white imagines #england national team imagine #england national team #footie fics #football fic #football fics #footballer fics #footballer imagines

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

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lholland14 · 3 years

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Precious (Leah Williamson x Reader)

A chorus a voices protested as Leah held up her pick for movie night.

"Not again Leah." was the gist of it

The movie Leah held in her hand was none other that her favourite and the one where she had forced her teammates to watch as well. The one and only Lord of The Ring

Everyone grumbled and one by one they left the room to go to Katie's house. It was only when I spoke did Leah look up with a sad frown on her face.

"I'll watch it with you."

"Thanks Y/n," She laughed dryly "But you don't have to."

"No really," I got up off the bed to sit next to her "I love Lord of The Ring my favourite character is Legolas."

She looked at me in amazement then all of a sudden she squealed in agreement and jammed the CD in the DVD player. (Don't judge me, it's what I have at home)

(If you young people don't know what a DVD player is ... what a sad generation)

(I am also a teen ... so no judgement ...)

As we sat in silence, sometimes making commentary on how whiney Frodo was and how Sam was the real protagonist, I knew she was happy. We binged watched the entire three movies and when we stopped Leah realized it was already 2 a.m.

Since it was already so late Leah offered to drive me home.

She walked to the grinning as I did a horrible impression of Gimli, but I could tell for some reason she was nervous.

"Hey Y/n?" She stopped me just as I was about to close my door.

"Yes?" I opened it wider so I could look at her

"Thank you," She looked down as the ground, her cheeks donning a light pink "For watching the movie with me."

I grinned at her walking closer to her "No problem Leah, I had a lot fun."

"Really?" She looked up, curious.

"If by my life or death I can protect you I will. You have my sword." I quoted Aragorn, tilting my head to get a better look at her blushing face.

She grinned and quoted the next line "And you have my bow"

"Good night Legolas."

"Good night Aragorn."

~~~

It had been weeks since Y/n and Leah had watched Lord of the Ring and were now attached to the hip.

Since Leah was the biggest LotR fan out of the both of them, she decided to teach me Elvish.

I sucked at it.

Like really sucked. Every time she tried to teach it to me I kept getting lost in her eyes, or her hands, or lips, or well you get the idea.

It sucked but I got to spend time with Leah.

To be honest I never heard of Lord of the Rings until I heard Leah talking about it to Beth. She was telling Beth about how amazing the movie is, how perfect the casting was. As I stared at them from across the room I couldn't convey how perfect she was.

So I made it my mission to know everything about Lord of the Ring. I stayed up till the wee hours of the night reading the books, bing watched the movies several times to know the lines. Every time I almost fell asleep reading the books I remembered Leah's face and powered through it.

Now here I am listening to Leah speak in Elvish.

As I listened to her go on and on about something I decided to try my hardest to learn Elvish, just so I could tell her how I felt.

~~~

I sighed shifting from foot to foot in front of Leah's door

"Todays the day." I thought, feeling a rush of confidence making me ring the door bell. Only a few seconds after the girl I fell for so long ago opened the door.

Her bright eyes shining, with a slight smirk poking through her face.

I breathed in deeply before I poured my heart out to my best friend.

"Leah Williamson, im mel cin. Im wanted na treneri- cin since mín were in cín car singing at i caw -o mín lungs na Despacito. Im asked cin cín favourite poet a cin answered Pablo Nuerdo, a so "im mel cin ú- knowing how, ben ir, ben o where. Im mel cin simplui, ú- problems ben pride: im mel cin in hi té because im ceri- ú- know anui other té -o loving but hi, in which ennas na- baw im ben cin, so intimate i cín bor upon nin chest na- nin bor, so intimate i ir im dant- asleep cín eyes close." im know how big -o a fan cin are -o Legolas, but im baur cin na n- Aragorn so im tur- n- cín Arywen. “im Would Rather Share er Lifetime With cin Than níf All i Ages -o hi ambar eriol.” Cin, Leah Williamson are nin precious."

"Leah Williamson, I love you. I wanted to tell you since we were in your car singing at the top of our lungs to Despacito. I asked you your favourite poet and you answered Pablo Nuerdo, and so "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." I know how big of a fan you are of Legolas, but I need you to be Aragorn so I can be your Arywen. “I Would Rather Share One Lifetime With You Than Face All The Ages Of This World Alone.” You Leah Williamson are my precious."

It took her a bit to translate but because of my nervousness I thought she was going to reject me, so I started to walk away until I felt a warm hand on my arm spinning me around and soft lips on mine.

When we broke away she leaned her forehead on mine before whispering

"Im'll gladlui n- cín Aragorn."

"I'll gladly be your Aragorn."

#leah williamson #woso #uswnt #woso imagine #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader

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raskolni-kin · 3 years

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i said a few days ago that i need to rewatch jesus christ superstar (the 2012 arena) as a fully queer audience in their 20s (the first time i saw it i was so young, and i dont count the john legend version) so heres the report

ben forster as jesus in white shirt did THING to me

mel c’s arms also did THING to me… literally highlight of the show (not to mention she’s my most fav spice girl)

gay, like everything in this musical is campy, queer, gay (and i love it)

every time judas looked at jc from afar…. the mixture of yearning and despise *chef kiss*

and every time jc looked back at judas but judas’d already left/didn’t notice

sad

jc really had a strong mommy,daddy and abandonment issue vibe here

also aro or demi vibe

and i feel like jc was a child prodigy (parents probably had told him since he was born that he’s special etc etc) who grew up and found out that sh*t life did not go as i’d planned at all

ppl (and god) expected too much from him….

they want the works, they did not care about the person who made it

am i projecting my childhood trauma onto jesus christ? who knows

tim minchin’s HOTM is a lot softer than when i sing it myself this song always makes me go into feral desperate mode

when mary removed her make up in idk how to love him

whenever mary and judas looked like they were about to start a catfight

gethsemane… good, perfect, amazing, angelic

when bensus was crying on the floor🥲

ben forster is just perfect, u know

judas betrayed jc bc he LOVED jc so much. he had to. he couldn’t bare seeing things getting out of hand (‘please remember that i want us to live’ in HOTM)

and jc accepted it and understood judas bc he knew it was meant to happen

‘must you betray me with a kiss’ is like “dad im kinda okay with death now but WHY DID U HAVE TO CHOOSE THIS ONE OUT OF 12 PPL WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A GESTURE LIKE KISSING DAD YOU DONT HAVE ALL THE FACTS WHICH ARE I LOVE HIM @god”

judas’ very quick kiss made it seem like he felt sooo guilty

probably the first (and last) time judas realized that jc also has *good feelings* for him (did he?)

sad again

the guy who played pilate at the end of the trial where he was drooling and everything… it was SO intense

judas’ reprise of idk how to love him always gets me alw and tim rice have got SOMETHING they definitely have got SOMETHING

and when timdas was crying so hard before the s******🥲🥲🥲

judas’ death made me go into existential crisis mode again @god what the f*** are you doing????

all bloodied bensus *hands started fidgeting*

ben in black hoodies during curtain call jumping and dancing around the stage is awwww so cute

seeing yt ppl doing braids and dreadlocks kinda made me itchy but it’s like almost 10 years ago we didn’t know a thing back then so…… idk

probably will rewatch it again soon bc why not

#jesus christ superstar #jcs #jcs 2012 uk arena tour #tim minchin #ben forster #melanie c #andrew lloyd webber #rant ritta

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use-your-imagination98 · 3 years

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If I was writing HSMTMTS S3

So, we know the drama kids go to theater camp:

Have the theater camp be run by Ashlyn and EJ’s grandmother: Penny Caswell

This would lead to Caswell Family Drama

which would lead to introducing the grandfather: George Caswell

We already know that George and Penny met at Duke. George was going to be a lawyer and Penny was studying theater. Penny got pregnant her senior year with Cash. She lost her chance at being a Broadway star to stay home and raise Cash (and eventually Dennis)

George bought the camp for Penny to shut up her complaints that he got to be this big shot lawyer and she never got to follow her dreams. George doesn’t understand/like musicals/theater.

George is close with Ashlyn, while Penny is close with EJ. Penny doesn’t mind that EJ is still exploring life, while George is furious that EJ isn’t going to Duke. Penny internally sees a lot of herself in Ashlyn and therefore pushes her extremely hard.

When Ash and EJ introduce Gina and Big Red, it’s Big Red who Penny doesn’t like. She thinks he is below Ashlyn’s standards and spends all summer trying to set Ashlyn up with another boy at the camp who has huge dreams.

Gina, for the first time in her life, is settled and happy. She helps EJ discover what he wants in life and helps EJ and Ashlyn with their family troubles.

Enter Ricky... He brings Lily along with him to summer theater camp. Lily puts on a fake front, but Gina senses that she is being fake.

Soon, an instagram account is created and begins bullying the East High Drama kids: Putting a pig’s nose on a pic of Ashlyn, a DUNCE cap on a pic of Seb, etc. One picture is revealed during each episode starting with 2 and ending with 7/8. All these pictures were taken at camp. So, the instagram has to be run by someone there. Gina, Kourtney, Big Red, and Carlos are the loudest voices telling Ricky that its Lily. But Ricky continues to defend her.

Gina call out Lily at one of the campfire sing-a-longs and Lily acts all dumb and hurt. Ricky and Gina argue (#Rina angst). Big Red breaks them apart and pulls Ricky aside. Red tries to reason with Ricky and explain why everyone thinks its Lily. Ricky blows up at Red and complains that the reason he’s team Lily is because ever since Big Red started dating Ashlyn, he’s changed and doesn’t have time for Ricky. Big Red goes off (#Redky angst)

Howie, seeing how Lily’s lies are pulling the friend group apart, pulls Kourtney aside and admits Lily stole the harness and he knew about it. Kourtney fumes. Breaks up with Howie and we get a girl bonding moment with her and Gina and Ashlyn. Kourtney shifts focus on making costumes for the camp’s summer musicale. Her costume prowess impresses Penny and Penny offers Kourtney a job at Caswell Camp anytime she would like one and writes her a letter of recommendation to Kourtney’s top college.

After Lily posted the Seb picture with a DUNCE cap on him, Seb confides in Carlos that he is dyslexic and learning is hard for him and when people put him down or call him stupid, it really hurts. Carlos decides that he comes from money and decides (with Seb’s permission) to hire Seb an amazing tutor to help him with school.

So, to recap: Ricky is fighting with EVERYONE, EJ is fighting with his grandpa, Ashlyn with her grandma, EVERYONE but Lily is mad at Ricky, Howie and Kourtney are on the outs but Queen Kourtney is thriving elsewhere.

As for Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzara, Mr. M took the California Job and Miss Jenn is trying to make it work with Mike, but with every passing day she regrets it. She talks to Penny about her troubles. Penny explains her story with George and Miss Jenn realizes she wants Mr. Mazzara, that she is forcing herself to work in Mike’s life, but her and Ben just click.

CUTE COUPLE MOMENTS:

3x05: It’s the 4th of July and this episode contains the Seblos talk about Seb having dyslexia. In this episode, Seb confides in Carlos and Carlos decides he will do any activity that Seb wants to do that day. At night, during the fireworks, Carlos had EJ and Big Red spell out “I LOVE YOU SEB” in fireworks. Seb says ILY2 and they kiss under the fireworks.

3x08: Big Red is fed up with Penny trying to push Ashlyn closer to the camp guy and during a conversation with Ashlyn, he gets super short and testy. Ashlyn puts it together that Red is worried again that he’s not enough for her and tells her grandma to back off. She loves Big Red. It dawns on her what she just admitted and plans to tell Big Red under the star light (since lights are their thing). She drags him to a midnight picnic under the stars and they say their ILYs.

Portwell are cute all season. EJ defends his relationship with Gina to his grandfather pretty early in the season. They are full of fluff all season... until 3x12. EJ decides to go to Penn State (or any out of Utah college) for communications and videography. And Gina (once again) gets the rug pulled out from under her, and confused about what that means for her and EJ.

After her talk with Penny in 3x10, Miss Jenn misses the beginning of the camp musicale in 3x11 and flies to California to confess her feelings for Mr. Mazzara. They finally kiss and Mr. M admits California isn’t for him. He’s more of a Utah guy anyway.

Howie tries all summer to get Kourtney’s forgiveness, but she just won’t budge. During the camp musicale he sings another AMAZING ballad and says an impromptu speech about how in awe he is of her and how he screwed up. Kourtney is touched and agrees to start again but he has to gain her trust back.

George and Penny have a sweet moment in 3x11 or 3x12 after he watches Ashlyn and EJ sing and starts to see what Penny sees in the musical/theater stuff.

Ricky, being on the rocks with all his friends, starts to wonder if they were right about Lily. He steals her phone while she��s taking a swim in the lake and sees that she truly is the one behind the horrible pictures of his friends. He confronts her the morning of the musicale and they break up. Throughout the musicale he makes amends with the gang, especially a really sweet Big Red/Ricky moment. Then, the season ends with Ricky looking for Gina to apologize after the show, and she's sitting in the dark, alone by the lake. He notices she’s crying and she admits she doesn’t know what her and EJ’s future is going to be. He sits besides her and wraps an arm around her. SEASON ENDS.

Musical Moments:

The East High Drama Club does another Instagram video but this time to “What Time is It”

a Miss Jenn/Penny duet (HSM’s Ms Darbus and HSMTMTS’s Ms Darbus)

a Kourtney/Ashlyn/Gina acoustic friendship song after Kourtney is hurt by Howie

George singing to Penny as a surprise after he understands her love of musicals for the first time

of course a bunch of others, but that all depends on what musical they do.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I liked season 2, but it wasn’t cohesive. Plots were dropped and the core of the characters and friendships were lost or forgotten. I feel like although the characters would be going through individual drama, all their drama is connected and plots aren’t dropped the next episode. Also, I’m neither a Portwell or a Rina, I ship more of Gina and happiness so I tried to give both Portwells and Rinas stuff they would enjoy.

P.S. NiNi is in California writing/recording music. I don’t think Olivia is likely coming back so I had all this in mind without NiNi being on the show.

NEW CAST:

Alyson Reed as Penny Caswell (uhhh hello! Having the OG Ms Darbus apart of HSMTMTS would be perfect!)

Jon Lindstrom as George Caswell (you guys probably don’t know him but he’s a goooood actor, works for ABC who is owned by Disney, and can sing)

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 3 #Portwell #rina #redlyn #seblos #kowie #licky #bored out of my mind #thought this up #I just want a more cohesive season #and more than just relationship drama

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penwieldingdreamer · 3 years

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Falling for you

The second installment of my drabble series. Let me know what you think about it. A big thank you again to @fortheloveoffanfic for being my beta 💗 Happy reading everyone

Also here are the songs played at the pub:

Bean Pháidín , Tell me Ma-Gaelic Storm , Galway Girl - Fiddler's Green

Summary: A few weeks later finds the reader in all kinds of embarrassing situations - mostly tripping over stuff or falling over people - right in front of Lee

Warnings: none, besides fluff, clumsiness and a little tinge of jealousy

Words: 2231

Another day on the set of the second installment of the Hobbit series and already you felt like the clumsiest of all people on set. Either you’d slip, trip or let stuff fall to the ground. But it wasn’t random, it only happened whenever you were around Lee or in his close proximity.

James and Martin had made fun of the fact that it would only happen with the tall actor, but you waved them off and of course Benedict chimed into the scheme.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re falling for the King, luv.” he said one time while the four of you had been granted a break from filming. “You make a fool out of yourself because there’s that one person that makes your heart skip a beat.”

Angrily shuffling your food around the plate, you glared at the British actor. “Well thank you for the vote of confidence. If you hadn’t said it I wouldn’t have known I was such a joke on set.”

“What Ben means to say, dear,” James started, putting his hand on your arm. “is, that when you feel something for another person you get clumsy, do crazy things or fall all over yourself because you can’t concentrate around them. All three of us went through that when we met the women we knew would one day be our wives. It has nothing to do with you being bad at your work, the opposite, actually.”

Reluctantly you nodded your head, feeling like you just made a fool out of yourself again in front of those that were your friends. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never been like that before and I fear if this happens more Pete will get tired of me messing up. I don’t want to lose this job.”

“You won’t,” Martin said with so much conviction, you couldn’t help but give him a small, teary smile. “Peter isn’t like that. He values your work as part of the crew and how you bring up new ideas or possible changes. Now if you were to set the whole place on fire that would be another case.”

Ben and James laughed softly and you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips when you listened to him. You were very lucky to have friends like them or you’d probably would have resigned after the first incident. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.” you said sending them a grateful smile. "But now I got to head back to work. The king on his throne is waiting for me."

All three laughed before Martin called after you. "Be careful up there and if you fall, fall in his lap, that's a lot more comfortable than the ground." he joked when you had turned back to the three actors but waved him off with your own middle finger. You knew he had a knack for putting his fingers up for the camera when he shouldn't and you were sure there were some scenes he snuck his middle finger in, just like he always did.

A chorus of laughter followed as you righted your work bag and made your way back to the set with Thranduil's throne.

Orlando stood underneath it, grinning up at Lee dressed up as the Elvenking and waited his turn. "Looking good, dad." he called with a chuckle and you could see the tall actor grin.

"Thank you, son. I feel very good up here." he answered leaning back on the chair, trying to fix his robes and wig as best as he could while a few strands were hanging in the branches of his crown.

Peter saw you emerging from the mass and called you over. "Ah, Y/N, good that you're here. Lee's just had a bit of a stumble up the stairs but we'll be doing a few headshots of him and well, you see the mess."

"Sure, I'll get right on it." you told him, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself so you'd be as relaxed as possible while working on fixing the actor. When he saw you approaching, Lee stood up and made to walk down, but you halted him with a motion of your hand. "Stay, I'm coming up so there's no repeat of that."

He stayed standing, watching you make your way up the stairs. Thank God there were handrails just in case. "If you insist

I could have come down, didn't want you to fall to your doom, dear mortal."

"Charms get you everywhere, huh?" you asked him with a grin as you ascended to the Weta built throne, pointing to the seat so he would sit back down again, keeping his long legs tugged to chair so you could start your work on his hair.

"So far it worked out rather well, I think." He told you, smiling as you gently pulled a strand away from the branch of his crown.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your face as you listened to his jokes while you freed the last of his hair and righted his crown. A final touch of powder over his nose and you were finished. "Now, you're all done and you're looking regal again." You packed up your bag and turned to descend the stairs when you lost your footing and if it hadn't been for Lee's swift reaction, you would have tumbled down.

Short puffs of breath were leaving your mouth when you held on tightly to his shoulders, his arms circling your waist as you had fallen into his lap with that move. "Hello there." he whispered, watching your shocked face, eyes blown wide with fear. "You okay?"

Biting your lip, you couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his hands on your hip, the warmth spreading through your clothes. "I-I'm sorry, I, the stairs…I guess…missed steps." you brokenly mumbled, apparently having forgotten how to talk when you looked into his blue eyes. The contact lenses only intensified his gaze.

"Yeah, they're dangerous." Lee agreed, his head leaning closer, the rest of the world around you forgotten.

Yet before he could close the gap, Peter interrupted you with a loud whistle. "If you two turtledoves are ready, we'd like to continue." he called out to you with a chuckle. Of course everyone had seen that and you already felt the heat of your blush rising all over your body.

Carefully, yet hastily you scrambled off of Lee's lap and made your way down the stairs and to the back of the set. You would have loved for the ground to swallow you up when Benedict had come over and grinned at you.

"So, I don’t think you will tell me what that up there was.” he said matter of fact, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to describe it.

“Nope,” you said, eyeing the actor and PJ going over the next scenes with a dummy. “I’d rather leave it like it is. This is just too embarrassing."

He put his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. Martin was just walking around the corner having seen the whole thing and he instantly knew you'd be shutting down, only doing your work and nothing more, keeping your distance from Lee. The Brit found the eyes of his friend and co-Sherlock-actor, nodding once, then twice. They were your friends and could see that the sparks between their fellow actor and you were there, now they only needed to kindle the fire.

"Oh, this is wonderful." you gushed, looking around the Irish pub everyone decided to visit at the eve of their day off. "It's been too long since I had so much fun besides being on set."

Already the ciders and beers and whisky were flowing and everyone was laughing and singing with the band that played that night. James had decided to take a row of tables next to the musicians so the cast and crew that wanted to go there would fit into the seats.

"You all deserve a time off after the amazing work you did." Peter said, raising his pint of Guinness for a toast. You all followed suit, calling out a shout of "Hear, hear."

Laughing and listening to all the stories everyone was telling about their time on set, you enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through you. Not because of the alcohol but because of your family away from home.

"Are you enjoying the music?" James asked after a short while, himself listening to the tunes and words from his home country.

Nodding your head, you clapped your hands to the rhythm and smiled as a few people started to dance to the songs you couldn't understand the lyrics to. “What is she singing about?” you asked him, leaning in so he could understand the words with the louder music.

"It’s a really old Irish song, dating back hundreds of years in Ireland. This is one of the funny old Irish songs that is sung by a woman, and she sings about another woman." the Irish actor tried to explain over the loud music. "Back in the day women would get together and sing this song about the woman in town that was married to the man that they all wanted to be married to. ‘It’s a pity that I’m not Phaidin’s wife,’ and this woman who’s married to him, they hate her, and as the verses go on, they talk about what they’d like to do to her, like they want to break her legs and get rid of her and do anything to be this man’s wife. It’s a fun song. Irish music is like that. When you translate the words, sometimes it’s like gruesome and dark, but they’re meant in a lighthearted way."

You were always blown away by the way such a story could be shown in a nice tune. "The music is so lively, you'd never guess it's such a sad and dark story behind it."

"That's just the way the Irish are." James grinned at you before another song was starting.

"For our next song we'd love for you guys to get up, dance some more and just have fun." the female singer announced and waved to all patrons in the pub. The violin, banjo and drum began to play the first chords before the singer joined in. "Tell me ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone."

Benedict and James smiled at you, holding their hand out and pulled you from your seat and onto the provided dance floor where others had already started twirling around. "Let's dance and have some fun." the Brit said, giving you a twirl.

You couldn't help the smile that found its way on your lips as you danced around with the two actors, unbeknownst of the dark blue eyes following your moves. The dance was exhilarating and both James and Ben led you through the steps, jumping and twirling with other patrons until you were out of breath and another song was over.

When you came back to get something to drink you saw one of the seats being vacant. Lee was missing from the group of merry friends and you leaned over to Orlando, who had been sitting besides him. "Where did your dad disappear to?" you asked him, mirth coloring your words as you took a large sip of your drink.

He turned to you and smiled, patting the seat next to him, so you didn't have to stand. You were grateful for that with your feet aching from all the dancing you did with his fellow actors. "He said he needed to get back to the hotel, his flight back to the States is taking off early." Orlando said and your face must have shown your confusion as you didn't know Lee was needed back in America. "Shooting for Guardians of the Galaxy is starting in a few days and he wanted to get back earlier so he arranged it in the last few days. Peter knew about it, I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"Oh, no, I really didn't know and Lee hadn't mentioned anything before." the disappointment colored your words and you sank back down in your seat. You couldn't help the feeling that it was something that recently happened and especially something you did or he would have been open enough to talk to you.

The British actor patted your leg and grinned. "Don't worry, he'll be back before you know it. Once he's done with that movie Lee's going to annoy us again with his dad jokes."

Nodding your head, you tried to feel confident, but still you didn't know why he didn't at least wait until you were back at the table to say his goodbyes. No he just left without so much as a word. Of course you were only there doing his make - up and hair but you had hoped that in the time you worked together you at least had become friends. Giving the dark haired actor a small smile you made your way back to your corner seat, staring off into space and trying not to get too drunk on your cider while thinking about why not even Peter had bothered to tell you his Elvenking was leaving the set sooner than planned.

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 3 years

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Birthday

Summary: could you do a hs losers x reader where the readers new to town and hates her bday bc each year her past friends and family had always forgotten or did nothing so when richie finds out her bdays coming up he tells the losers and they all plan a special surprise party and richie saves up and gets her something super special and the losers r all like wow he’s never gotten anyone anything like this b4 so she finds out that he likes her or something so it’s like the best bday she’s ever had

Richie bikes swiftly passed you, faster than he usually does, which can only mean he’s trying to surpass you. You barely refrain from flipping him the bird in public, as you too throw your weight into peddling. It’s no use, Richie is more athletic than you by a long shot, and he’s been practicing with Eddie for track. You’ll never be able to catch up with him with no viable effort.

‘You asshole,’ you yell out to him, noticing an elder woman pledging through her yard too late to stop your exclamation. She regards the both of you with malcontent, stabbing her hark too brutally in the soil of her allotment for it to be a coincidence.

‘Not my fault your short legs can’t reach the peddles.’

You growl, lifting up from your saddle to race faster, but Richie sees you do it and does nothing but laugh.

Any other time you might give him hell for it, but today, you are in no mood to indulge in Richie’s escapades.

It’s your birthday, and while for most that equalizes a fun day stacked with presents and cake, to you it stands for a day full of misery.

Your birthday is cursed. And no, that is not you being dramatic. At your ninth birthday, your cake got slammed into floor, therefor ruing the gift your parents had been working on for weeks, and which was their only present.

At age ten, you fell off your brand new bike into a ravine and had to go to the hospital to get eleven stitches. On your fourteenth birthday, you and your parents got into such a huge fight they send you up to your room and forbad you from sneaking down at any point in the day.

There are more examples to back up your claim for the terrible birthdays, but you have tried to desperately block them all out, so you won’t rehash them.

That’s why your so peeved that Richie is forcing you to the quarry.

‘If you could tell me where I’m supposed to be going to bet u could find a short cut and be there faster than you.’

‘Nice try Dora, I’m not telling you anything. It’s a surprise.’

‘Alright, I get two attempts. If I can’t guess where we’re going, I’ll do your homework for a week.’

‘And if you do guess it?’

‘Then you owe me a favor and no matter for what reason I cash it in, you don’t get to complain.’

‘Fine, bring it miss know it all.’ Richie slows down to slide next to you, the wind picking up as the two of you descend down the mountain. His smile is mischievous and cheeky, probably too confident to think you’ll be able to reckon the spot he has in mind.

If only he knew that you had limited the possibilities to two places, the exact amount of guess you were granted.

‘Hm, are we going to the arcade?’ Your first theory is. Richie doesn’t have anything on him right now, except pennies that have been rinkeling inside his pockets the entire bike ride, the only thing he needs to go to the arcade.

Richie smirks, and shakes his head. ‘Try one my dear, may I say that the odds aren’t in your favor right now?’

His impressive ego in the way he taunts you with the right answer fuels your desire to be right. ‘Are we going to the Barrens?’ You sing, smiling wide as Richie’s shrinks.

‘Eh, no?’ He says, but he sounds petulant. ‘Fuck this shit, what gave it away?’

‘A girl never reveals her secrets’, you say covertly, forgetting momentarily about the agitating day. You suspect that might have been Richie’s intention.

It’s not like the Barrens is such a stretch in the first place, the losers and you have made that place your own, but you do hypothesize that he may have planned something special for you.

Your theory turns out to be true, as you can spot a long table at the end of the dirt path you and Richie are currently riding on to get to the clubhouse. The table is stacked with a variety of candies, your favorite, drinks that are sweet enough to rot your teeth, something Richie should be more aware off - having a dad who is a dentist-, and a giant cake with eight candles on. Each one representing a loser.

You say nothing as you approach, in a sneaky way torturing Richie a bit more before revealing that you’re at the verge of tears of this nice gesture. Richie slows down his speed by dragging his shoes along the dirt, glances darting nervously towards your face.

‘I know you said no parties, but how else was I supposed to show off my rocking dance moves?’

‘Do you mean the moves you make that look like you’re dying?’ Stan chides, him and the rest of the losers rolling up behind you two. They’re all walking next to their bikes, and Bill’s hands are smudges with cake residue he somehow missed while cleaning up. They didn’t want to be here before you and ruin the ‘surprise’, but it’s clear everyone has worked hard to organize this for you.

‘Fuck you Stan the man, the color green doesn’t fit you.’

‘Happy’, Bev grounds out, leveling Richie with one look, the way only Bev can, and then address you. ‘Birthday.’ She hugs you despite you still holding your bike, and you let it clatter to the ground with a loud bang.

‘Thanks Bev.’

‘Happy Birthday’, the other losers also call out, because there’s just too many of them for each to wait their turn.

‘We hope you don’t mind we don’t have any presents, we spend basically all of it getting ingredients for the cake, which we had to redo- twice.’

They don’t offer any other explanation about why the cake had to be remade two times, but by Eddie’s scowl you can fill in the blanks.

‘No, honestly, this is already too much.’ It is too much, but their efforts are so kind and heartwarming that you have to bit back a happy squall. No one has ever bothered to organize anything for your birthday, whether it be purchasing a two dollar present or even ordering a cake, but these people that you had met less then a year ago were willing to scramble together all the money they could, just so they could turn your day special. Thank god for moving to Derry.

For the first time in years, your birthday has brought smiles and laughter, and no tears and weeping moods.

‘Nonsense my dearest young lady, this is but a blip on our radar, a speck of dust on the tv, nothing compared too-‘

‘Can we please cut the cake now? Before something else goes wrong with it?’ Eddie glowers, refuting to wait for an affirmative.

‘Don’t forget the candles,’ Ben says as he follows Eddie to the table. You’re about to join them, when a hand on your wrists stops you.

‘Hey, Y/N? You really don’t mind this right? I know you said you didn’t want anything but I know how nice it is be caught off guard with something like this.’ Richie rubs the back of his head as if that makes him see any less anxious. It’s incredible how smart someone can be while simultaneously also being so dense.

‘Richie’, you say as you smile, unable to hide it any longer. ‘It’s amazing, thank you so much. If there is any way I can repay you I’ll do that. I’m really happy with this.’

‘That’s good, not that I was worried about it, who isn’t a fan of everything I do?’

Rolling your eyes only spurs Richie on, but it’s become an automatic response now, you can’t help but do it.

‘Oh, I almost forgot. I did get you another gift. Two actually, if you count my huge dong as one.’

‘Gross Richie, why do you always have to add something sexual to everything?’

‘It’s my game babe, love it or leave it. Anyway, here is the gift if you want it. If you don’t that’s fine too.’

‘Don’t get all shy on me now Rich’, you tease as your bump your arm into his while grabbing the package. ‘I’ve just gotten used to your antics.’

The package isn’t heavy, but it also isn’t light. It’s wrapped in enough layer that you can’t feel what’s inside of it just by holding it, but that was probably Richie’s intention. That or he is simply horrible at wrapping up.

While you carefully peel off each layer, you begin to speculate on what it could be. It could be a gag gift, but Richie looked sincere, and his eyes behind his glasses are magnified in true anticipation, a gag gift wouldn’t illicit that response.

As soon as the final layer is detached, you gasp, armored by the actual gift. It’s a blue bracelet, covered in butterfly pattering. You once mentioned having a similar one as a kid that you loved but lost one day while playing outside and had been sad about for weeks.

You can’t believe Richie had kept it in his mind, and had gone out to look for it.

‘Richie… I don’t even know what to say right now.’ You exclaim, squeezing the bracelet in your hand tightly, a blush covering your face. Richie’s mimics yours. ‘Thank you’, you say while reaching out to him and kissing him on the cheek. Richie face burns a brighter red.

‘Yeah… glad to be of service.’ His mind is ball parks away, and he is left dazed.

‘Come on Y/N, it’s time for you to blow out the candles.’

You go easily, letting your hand linger around Richie’s, deciding mentally that you’ll do it tonight before you go home. Your birthday has already been better than anything you could have imagined, and maybe it has one more miracle left to give. If Richie says yes to your question about going on a date, then this will truly have been the best birthday you have every had. By the love struck expression Richie is walking around with, you have an inkling as to what his response might be.

You blow out your candles, but you don’t need to make a wish. You already have everything you could possibly want.

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‘Off course that asshole buys her a gift, but never returns the money I loaned him so long ago. I’m not a fucking bank.’

‘I think it’s cute.’

‘No, Eddie is right, I’m also waiting on my refund.’

‘It’s adorable he bought her something, he really can’t hide his crush anymore.’

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