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hello!

can i request a hc on being best friends with dazai, chūya, oda and akutagawa (platonic and separate) and also maybe being in the pm or ada? thank you! :)

My first BSD request! When I tell you I fell in LOVE with the anime, omg. I binge watched the entire show and the movie within a couple days and can’t wait till they release more! So in these hc’s, I focused on both how you guys became friends and what you guys would do as best friends. Also, Akutagawa’s part got kinda long and more focused on how you guys became friends, hope that’s okay. Reader is gender neutral and hope you enjoy! Also after posting this, I saw that these got realllyy long. Hope that’s okay too!

Possible TW: mention of suicide, but nothing too heavy, and it’s in Dazai’s part

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2/DARK ERA ARC (I think it’s episode 13-16 if I’m not wrong, but if you haven’t watched it yet, skip Oda’s part)

Being Best Friends with Dazai, Chūya, Akutagawa and Oda HCs

Dazai

Can you say CHAOTIC ENERGY

Imagine just having a nonstop sugar rush

Actually, remember how he was after eating the mushrooms? That’s the kind of energy y’all radiate together

If you’re both in the ADA, you both goof off so much that you have to sit at separate desks alll the way on the other side of the room so that you can try to get your work done

The keyword being try

It doesn’t work

Poor Kunikida is going to pop a blood vessel at any second and everyone is so used to now that nothing even surprises them anymore

Oh, Kunikida is yelling at Dazai and (y/n) with smoke practically coming out of his ears? What else is new

Always going to the little cafe to slack off too

Messing with Atsushi also the highlight of both of your guys day

You guys have a mini competition going on which is: who can get/convince Atsushi to do their reports the most without getting caught?

You both get caught all the time (duh). Kunikida foams at the mouth for tricking poor Atsushi and the poor sap himself is ready to pass out

If you guys are both in the PM, imagine goofing and slacking off but on a darker scale

“Hey (Y/N)! Wanna know how many bones are exactly in the human body? ”

“Hm, I’m slightly disgusted but intrigued..continue.”

Also, pranking Chūya any chance you can get

You and Dazai together = the bane of Chūya’s existence

Surprisingly, no matter in the ADA or PM you don’t join him on the suicide attempts and you try to deter him from doing it in your presence at least

“Dazai, do you mind not trying to drown yourself in the river while we’re working a case? Besides, you already tried it before and it’s a pretty stale method.”

Cue dramatic gasps and antics from him again

He did try to convince you to join when you first met him, but changed his mind overtime when he started to enjoy your company

He’s smart enough to know what you’re saying, and he understands. At first, he wanted to leave this world by any means, but since you came into his life as once of the closest people to him since Oda, he perhaps doesn’t want to leave you just yet

He doesn’t stop the attempts but he does slow down on them

You still have to pretty much save him all the time still though

“Oh (Y/N)! My hero of a best friend, what would I do without you?”

And he wasn’t lying. He feel like he would be lost again if it wasn’t for you to help him keep grounded. Sure, you guys may create chaos together, but he would always keep you safe no matter what. He would put his life before yours, because you deserved it

You’re his best friend after all, and he’s not ready to lose you by any means if he can help it

And he’ll always have your back 100%

Chūya

Drinking buddies!

I mean seriously, you guys have left the bar or restaurants way past tipsy more than once

You guys definitely have impromptu fashion trips together (no matter how much he denies liking them)

“Hey! That was my last good vest! You’re buying me a new one, and I’m going with you to make sure you’re not being cheap with it either.”

Chūya if you just wanna spend some time together just say that lmao

If you’re in the PM, you guys are always working together. You might even be an executive working alongside him, but no matter what you guys are always on missions with one another

If you’re in the ADA: you guys bonded over Dazai. You were complaining about him while facing Chūya and he happened to agree and add on to the complaints

Boy was he holding onto some grudges

While you both understand that you have your own obligations and loyalties to worry about, it didn’t stop the friendship from growing

If you do have to fight him, he doesn’t go easy on you (he does have a job to do like you) but he doesn’t go out the way to try and kill you either

And you don’t let anyone try to kill him either

Low key turns into a competition

“You fight like an 86 year-old shortstuff!”

“Who are you calling shortstuff?! You weren’t saying that last time when I whooped your ass!”

Regardless, you definitely become like a diary to him, especially after you find out about Arahabiki (which he tells you about over time)

You make him feel human, and he’s forever grateful for that

Being best friends with Chūya can be difficult at times (if you’re on opposite sides) but regardless, you both look out for each other

No matter how annoying you are can be, Chūya cares for you. You’re one of the only people that he doesn’t have to worry about betraying him (what happened with The Sheep still gets to him from time to time)

He begrudgingly calls you his best friend, but never in front of you or other people because 1. If he did you would never shut up about it and 2. he doesn’t want to be seen as “weak” or “soft”

And 3. you don’t need to be put into anymore danger than you’re already in

But you already know that you’re his best friend, cause he’s yours and nothing is changing that

“You’ll be a dumbass if you think I’ll let anything happen to you. Besides, the only person who’s allowed to kick my best friend’s ass is me, and if anyone else tries to they’ll have to deal with me!”

“*GASP* you’re finally admitting that I’m your best friend?!”

“DON’T RUIN THE DAMN MOMENT (Y/N)!”

Akutagawa

Oh man, being his best friend is like a hard to unlock achievement

Congrats (Y/N) on even getting close to this man, let alone enough to build a bond

It’s easier on being friends with Akutagawa if you’re in the PM. Bonus points if you go on missions all the time

But I will say if you are in the ADA, the easiest way to bond with him is to show that you are a force to be wrecking with, and maybe if you hate Atsushi or something too lol

But: think of Pinky and the Brain, but with Aku threatening to kill you every day (spoiler alert: he never does)

The only way that I can see you guys building your friendship is if he sees you in action and how you constantly have his back

He hates it because he knows what he’s doing and he’s been doing it for a while. He’s not an incompetent child (Y/N)!

But as time passes, he slowly gets over it. Don’t get me wrong, he still claims that he hates you asking if he’s okay and telling to “watch out” and things of that nature. But he starts to realize that you know what you’re doing too, and that he also sees that you care about the other subordinates too

He still sees if a sign of weakness, but you came to the realization that he wasn’t purposely doing it to be an ass (but don’t get me wrong, he still has his moments) but that he truly didn’t understand. He never had someone show him that they care for him, and it made you heartbroken

So, you made it your own personal goal to become his friend. And he hated it

At first

It seemed like wherever he was, you were there like his shadow. Going to hunt someone down that didn’t pay his debt? You were there in the background. Walking with Gin to the dry cleaners? You were already there, holding their readied clothes. Going to try and kill the weretiger? You were waiting for him with the car ready to go.

Higuichi started to hate you, until you told her that you did not want him. You just saw that he needed a friend, and you even came to an agreement of sorts. Once you and Akutagawa become strictly friends, you could try and hook them up

You knew it wasn’t happening anytime soon but you didn’t want to crush her dream and you didn’t want a target on your head

You really had to pat yourself on the back, (Y/N). It took some time, but you finally did it! Akutagawa didn’t totally hate you anymore!

You came to this conclusion after one of your missions went south. Not only did you not get the information that Mori needed, but you came back with a bullet wound. Granted you got reprimanded, and after you got out the meeting, he was waiting outside. For you

“Maybe if you would stop acting so careless and focus on the mission, then you would have both succeeded and came back uninjured. It’s obvious that you need someone to watch over you like a child. Don’t embarrass me or I will end you myself.”

Shocked wasn’t the word. He was going to accompany you on all your missions now? Oh wow, is he finally-

“Stop standing there with your mouth open like an idiot (Y/N). You’re bleeding all over the place. Come, so that someone can dress your wound. We have more work now that I have to go behind and clean up your mess. And you’ll be coming with me, so hurry up.”

You smiled. Even though this bullet wound was hurting like hell, you were happy. Happy that, even in his own Akutagawa way, that he was starting to accept you and your friendship.

It would take a while for you to become best friends, but the way your partnership is now, you were fine with that. As long as he knew that someone was standing in his corner no matter what, you were happy.

And he would support you too, in his own Akutagawa way

Oda

(AGAIN: SPOILER ALERT FOR SEASON 2/DARK ERA ARC. SKIP ODA’S PART IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT)

Okay, this man is loyal no matter what

He has a good head on his shoulders, he’s understanding, doesn’t have a crazy temper like some people do, and he doesn’t kill anymore

Oda would be one of the best people to be best friends with

I personally believe that it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the ADA or the PM, he only cares about what type of person you are.

Curry buddies!

Also, just imagine telling each other book recommendations and just talking about books in general

You would even look at some of the writing he did have and just UGH

He just wanted to be a writer he deserved a happy ending

If you’re in the ADA, you guys met at the little curry spot he likes so much

You were on a case local to the area when you stopped to grab a bite to eat. You saw him eating the spiciest curry you ever smelt (seriously, you could smell it from where you were sitting!) without making a single face

When he saw you just gaping at him, he was...very confused. Until you finally asked how the hell he was eating that with no issues

“It’s not that bad, it’s pretty good really. If you want to try some I’ll pay for it.”

You took him up on the offer, cause it did look really good. And you have never made a bigger mistake than that

You had to drink so much milk afterwards

And the cook was damn near laughing in tears at you and Oda managed to crack a small smile at your exaggeration

“It’s not that bad.”

“WHAT- *COUGHCOUGH* EVER”

And that was the start of your wonderful friendship

He definitely is worried about the conflict of interest because of being in the PM himself and working directly with one of the most vicious executives to ever exist

Seriously, Dazai was still his friend but damn could he do some things that even he couldn’t stomach

And he couldn’t imagine what Mori would make him do if he found out he was being buddy buddy with the enemy

So he kept his distance at first until you saw the kids. His guard was up at first but when he saw how you interacted with them, it melted his heart (on the inside, he was still stone faced on the outside)

So you guys met up a couple of times each month in between jobs and missions

If you’re in the PM, you worked alongside him and related to his stance on not killing anymore. Granted, you both were working on the other side of justice, but if you guys could help it you wouldn’t create bodies if it didn’t have to be any

If you guys weren’t meeting at the curry spot, you were meeting about Bar Lupin

You supported him through and through, especially with his dream of becoming a writer. You even went out to the bookstore a couple of times to try and inspire him to write something for you to read

It didn’t matter if you were in the ADA or the PM, you encouraged him to follow his dream. And when he would look at you confused , and asked why you were doing this, you would always reply:

“I wouldn’t be a good best friend if I didn’t tell you to follow your dreams, now would I? You deserve it, Oda. You’re a good man, and that can’t be said about a lot of people, especially people in the Port Mafia.”

He really did care for you, and in his last final moments before Dazai got there, he thought about you, and how terrible he felt for leaving you behind.

He wanted you to know that he always appreciated you. You reassured him always, never doubting him, and there wouldn’t be enough thanks in the world for that

When you found out about his death, you were devastated. You didn’t want to believe it at first and you kept blaming yourself that maybe you could’ve convinced him more to leave the dangerous life behind and to pursue his dreams

Until you found a letter in your door, which was actually a short story written by him attached to a letter.

“Thank you for being the best friend a man could ask for. I will always appreciate you (Y/N), no amount of words can tell you how much I will. Thank you for letting me live out my dream, even if it was for a short time.”

It really confirmed it when Dazai arrived outside to tell you Oda’s fate, but he stopped once he saw you crying and clutching the letter in your hand

Much time has passed, and Oda’s death still haunts you. But, you continue to live for the both of your sakes. You even try to eat the spiciest curry at restaurants in his memory, but you can just see him shaking his head and cracking a small smile at your silliness

And you also remember his motto: limit to one curry meal per day (it’s silly, but it makes you feel better because it’s his silly motto and how serious he took it)

You even start to read more (and to specific, the series that he wanted to finish)

You see your life in brighter eyes now because of Oda. He was- actually still is- your best friend, and you will continue to live on in his memory

You just hate that you didn’t have the time to tell him how much you appreciated him being in your life, and how much of a positive influence he’s been as your best friend.

But that’s okay, because you think he already knows how much you do

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rizlowwritessortof · 3 years

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Meant To Be - Chapter 1

Dean and Jordan are each trying to escape their painful pasts. Their chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start. (Tags will be on the fic masterlist post so y’all don’t get bombarded with each chapter.)

Pairing: Police Detective Dean Winchester/Jordan Taylor

Word Count: 3583

Warnings: Abusive relationship and related violence, nothing graphic.

Aesthetic by @editsbymichele on Instagram; Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The sudden stop sent the car skidding a little in the gravel, the dust cloud swirling to dissipate in the breeze as Jordan jumped out, slamming the door hard behind her as she yelled into her phone. “Kiss my ass, Darrel! No, you did this, don’t lay it on me! What?! Like hell I’m coming home! Just go back to your new little drinking buddy-slash-fucktoy and leave me alone. You can’t have it both ways. No, fuck you. Fuck you sideways, buddy. I’m done. Have a nice life.”

She let out a frustrated scream, slamming a fist down on the hood of the car, so pissed off that she was shaking. She whirled around, startled, as a deep masculine voice called out. “Poor car. Sounds like Darrel’s the one you should be punching.”

“Excuse me? That was a private conversation!” she spluttered, glaring at the source. He was standing in front of a beautiful black beast of a car, the hood up, wiping his hands on a shop rag. She could feel the heat in her face, and his appearance slowly filtering through her rage into her brain didn’t help. He was gorgeous.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry, sweetheart, but the way you were yelling, there wasn’t much private about it.” He dropped his chin a little, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to butt in. Are you okay?”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned to the car, jerking the back door open to grab her bag. “It’s okay, sorry I was such a bitch. And I’m not okay, but I will be. I’m gonna be fucking awesome.” She stuffed her phone in her back pocket and fished the key card out of her bag, fumbling with the door. “Thanks for asking, anyway.”

She glanced back at him before going in, watching his little nod of acknowledgment and rueful smile. She closed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, dropping her bag. “Well, that wasn’t embarrassing at all. Screaming like a crazy woman in the middle of a parking lot, in front of the most fucking attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. Awesome start to your new life, Jordan.” She moved to the window, peeking out the side of the curtains at him as he continued working under the hood of his car. He was tall, solid, in beat-up blue jeans and a well-worn grey t-shirt that was smeared with grease and dark in spots from perspiration. She watched the muscles in his biceps strain as he worked with some kind of tool, stopping for a moment to grab the rag from his back pocket and wipe his face. He was ridiculously good-looking, even with smudges of grease on his arms and face. Actually, somehow that made him even more attractive, a man’s man, a man who wasn’t afraid of hard work and getting dirty. He glanced her direction, and she backed away quickly, swearing under her breath.

She sighed, letting her eyes roam around her room. It was almost like a little bungalow, with a kitchenette and a couch against one wall, and she wandered over to take a look out the back door. Now wasn’t that convenient! Right across the street behind the motel was a little liquor store, and she began to smile to herself. “No guts, no glory, girl. Get over there and buy that fine man a cold beer to apologize for being a hag.”

A few minutes later, she was stepping back out the front door with two icy-cold long necks in her hands. He watched her approach, wiping his hands, a slow smile lighting up his handsome face. “Here. To say I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“Well, no apology necessary, but I’ll be damned if I say no to that! Fuckin’ hot out here,” he rumbled, taking the beer gratefully and taking a long pull from the bottle.

“Fuckin’ hot anywhere you are,” Jordan thought to herself, joining him after a little salute with the bottle in his direction. “Nothing better than an ice-cold beer on a hot day,” she said out loud. “So – what’s wrong with your car?”

“Oh, nothin’, really. Just tuning her up a little. Killing time, actually. I’ve been here one night already, looks like it’s gonna be another couple. Just waiting for my brother to get back.”

“Ahhh, so you just like to tinker.”

“Oh, I just like to make her purr.” Jordan almost choked on the swallow of beer she had just taken. “She’s just like a woman, you treat her right, she’ll treat you right.”

She smiled at him, getting one back in return. “Well, I’m glad there��s a man in this world who knows that. I’m Jordan, by the way.”

“Dean. Nice to meet you, Jordan.” His voice was on her frequency, apparently, because every time he spoke she felt her breath catch. His eyes were green with hints of gold, framed by thick lashes that any woman would die for, and she looked down at her beer, peeling at the label, unable to withstand his candid gaze any longer. They chatted a little longer about how good the beer tasted, how hot it was, how comfy the rooms were. He finished his beer, setting the bottle down and reaching up to lower the hood and close it. The muscles of his back under that damp, clingy t-shirt raised Jordan’s temperature another notch, and she had to mentally prompt herself to close her mouth. She cleared her throat, taking a long, cool drink, surprised it didn’t just come out of her ears in billows of steam.

“Well, Jordan, thanks for the beer. I’d better hit the shower. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She smiled back at him, and then watched him walk back to his room, two doors down from hers. Those jeans hugged his body just right, and her eyes followed his bow-legged amble all the way to his door, finally forcing herself to focus on the ground before he could turn and see her staring again. Holy. Shit. She headed back to the room and opened another beer, scolding herself. Not really the best time to be lusting after some stranger, not with all the shit she’d been through the last few weeks. She plopped down on the sofa with a sigh, roaming through the channels on the TV while she finished her beer, then headed for the shower.

Dean dropped the empty beer bottle into the trash and sat on the edge of the bed to untie his boots. He smiled to himself, Jordan’s dramatic entrance into the parking lot replaying in his head. “Little firecracker, that one,” he muttered. She was a little bit of nothing, but what was there was nicely arranged, he had to admit. Big brown eyes, hair short and sexy just like her, kissable lips…

He laughed quietly to himself as he imagined Donna’s teasing voice in his head saying, “Don’t even think about it, partner. Ain’t you had enough?” As soon as he was cleaned up, he needed to call and check on her, see how she was doing. He headed towards the bathroom as he stripped his t-shirt off, pushing the door with one foot to swing it closed.

The bar and grill down the block looked like a good enough place to find some food, and Jordan walked that way, running her fingers through her tousled, short hair. The screen door squealed as she opened it, pushing hard to shove the heavy inner door open and walking into the bar, the air conditioning sending a refreshing chill over her arms. A waitress walking by gave her a pleasant smile and hello, telling her to sit wherever she pleased and she’d be right with her.

There was no one in the place at the moment but a table full of elderly men at the far back corner, playing cards and drinking coffee. She settled herself in a comfy booth by the wall, grabbing a menu.

“Can I get you somethin’ to drink, hon?” the waitress asked, and she smiled up at her.

“Yeah, a glass of whatever you’ve got on tap, please.”

“You got it, be right back to take your order. I’m Molly, by the way, if you need something.” It was a lovely place, simple, homey and welcoming. Small town friendly, which was always pleasant - as long as you weren’t from that small town so they didn’t know all your business. Sometimes being an anonymous stranger was really nice.

Molly came back with a frosted mug brim-full of beer, and she smiled. You don’t get those everywhere. “Awesome, thanks!”

“You ready to order?” the woman asked, brushing a graying lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail away from her face.

“Yeah, I think I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries,” she said, and her stomach grumbled as she spoke. Things had been in such an uproar lately, she had barely been eating.

“Now, there’s a woman with good taste!” Jordan felt her heartbeat stop for a second, and she looked up into Dean’s smiling face, those stunning green eyes crinkling at the corners. “Molly, can I get the same, and a beer?” he asked, giving the older woman his full attention.

“You got it, Dean,” the waitress answered with a smile, and headed back towards the kitchen. He nodded his head towards the seat opposite Jordan’s and grinned.

“Mind if I sit? I mean, if you’re not expecting somebody...”

“No, I’m not, please sit,” she smiled back at him. “It’ll be nice to have somebody to talk to besides myself.”

He took a seat, an amused smirk on his face. “Well, I don’t want to interrupt your conversation.”

“It’s okay. Mostly waxing poetic about the frosted mug of beer,” she grinned back.

“Right? Gotta love that.” He looked up at the waitress as his beer appeared in front of him. “Molly, you’re a doll.”

“Oh, stop. Keep tellin’ you, I’m married,” she teased, turning to go. “And I’m too old for you.”

“Love a woman with experience,” he fired back, and she flapped a hand at him, blushing.

“You are a dangerous man. You watch out for that one, honey,” Molly aimed her parting remarks at Jordan and headed back to the kitchen.

“How long have you known her?” Jordan asked, raising her mug to her lips.

“Just met her yesterday. Why?”

Jordan stared back at him in surprise. “Really? Wow, you’ve got a way with people.”

“A friend of mine told me once that I just like to flirt. She might be right.”

Jordan laughed. “She might be.” His phone went off just then, and he grabbed it off the table.

“My brother. Be right back,” he smiled, swiping the screen as he rose to his feet and headed for the door. “Hey, Sammy,” she heard him say as he went outside.

She ordered them each another beer when Molly came over to check, and she had just taken a drink, focused on reading a message on her phone, when a rough hand landed on her shoulder. “Okay, Jordan. Time to come home.”

She froze, refusing to look up at him. “Darrel. How did you find me?”

“Wasn’t hard. I knew which way you were headed. Now, you’re gonna get up from that seat and come home with me, we have a lot to talk about.”

“We don’t have anything left to talk about, but I’m not making a scene in here. So let’s just go outside and get this over with,” she ground out quietly between clenched teeth. She stood up and winced a little at the brutal grip on her arm, biding her time until they left the bar.

“Miss? You okay?” Molly asked with a frown as they headed for the door, and Jordan nodded.

“I’m fine, Molly. Don’t worry.”

“Just keep movin’,”Darrel whispered behind her. They shoved their way through the door, and took several steps away from the building before Jordan began to struggle. She cried out as he shifted his hold, twisting her arm behind her back viciously. “None of your shit, now. Just move.”

“Hey, Darrel!” Dean’s voice rang out loud and clear behind them, and Jordan tensed at the sound.

Darrel gave her arm another tug as he turned them both around to face Dean. “Fucker!” she spat, her teeth clenched.

“You okay, Jordan?” Dean asked, and she looked into his eyes.

“I’m sure I will be shortly.” Dean nodded, a wicked little smirk curving his lips.

“Who the hell are you?” Darrel demanded. “Who is this clown?” he growled into Jordan’s ear, and she jerked her head away.

“So, Darrel, tell me – is this usually the way you get women to go with you? Because I’m pretty sure she’s gonna cut off your balls first chance she gets.” He frowned a little, then continued. “Wait, that would assume you have balls, which is pretty unlikely, I’d guess.”

Darrel drew in a breath to respond, distracted for the moment, and Jordan jammed her free arm back, driving her elbow into his ribs, then stomped down hard on his instep. Darrel loosened his grip on her, groaning in pain, and she jerked herself free from his grasp, running towards Dean.

“Good girl,” he said, sweeping his arm out to place her behind him. “Well, Darrel. Looks like we have a situation here.”

Darrel pulled a knife from his back pocket, flipping it open. “Yeah. Bad one for you, asshole. You’re not armed.”

Dean nodded in agreement. “You’ve got a point there. So, whatcha waitin’ for, Darrel?” He said the man’s name with utter contempt, muttering, “Go inside” to Jordan as he headed towards the coward. “Bring it on.”

Jordan couldn’t force her feet to follow his command, staring in horror and shouting Dean’s name as he approached Darrel. There was a flurry of movement, punches thrown and Darrel’s swing with the blade blocked, his arm twisted violently until the weapon hit the ground with a thud, followed a few seconds later by Darrel, bruised and bleeding. Dean bent to pick up the knife, flipping it in his hand and standing over the fallen man with a snarl on his lips.

“I suggest you get the fuck outta here before I finish kicking your ass. And you forget about her. Forget her name. Forget you ever knew her. You hear me?”

Darrel scooted away, scrambling to his feet at a safer distance. “Jordan, this ain’t over!” he yelled defiantly.

“What did I just say to you?!” Dean bellowed, moving quickly in his direction, and Darrel’s eyes widened as he turned to run. “That’s right, you fucking coward, get your ass away from here.” Dean watched the man run until he was out of sight, then turned quickly, striding back to Jordan’s side. “Did he hurt you? Are you all right?”

She nodded, her face pale, weaving a little as her knees gave way. Dean put an arm around her waist, leading her to the bench beside the door and sitting her down. Molly stuck her head out the door, concern on her face. “Is she all right?”

“Yeah, just a little shaky. Hey, Molly – can we get those burgers to go?”

“Of course, give me just a sec, hon. Just wait right there.”

Dean hunkered down in front of Jordan, taking hold of her cold hand. “Hey, Jordan? Look at me, sweetheart.” She finally raised her eyes, and he gave her a proud little smile. “You did great. Just exactly what I was hoping you’d do.” Molly came out the door just then, handing their food to Dean, and reaching over to put her hand on Jordan’s.

“Glad you’re okay. Both of you.” With a pat to her hand and a little squeeze to Dean’s shoulder, she turned and went back inside.

“Okay, think you can make it back to your room? Come on, I gotcha,” Dean encouraged, an arm around her waist, the food and Darrel’s knife in the other hand. “Man, can’t wait to dig in. Molly makes a mean bacon cheeseburger.” He kept talking, all the way back to the motel, taking Jordan’s key card and letting them both in before leading her to a chair. “I’m going to my room to grab something, I’ll be right back. Okay?” She nodded vacantly, staring down at her hands.

She looked up, eyes wide as she heard someone at the door a couple of moments later, but Dean called out. “It’s just me, Jordan, comin’ back in, okay?” He came in, closed and dead-bolted the door behind him, and set a bottle of whiskey on the table as he walked by. Soon he was back, two coffee mugs from the little kitchenette in his hand. He poured a generous splash of the amber liquid into the cup and scooted it over towards Jordan. “Drink that, it’ll help.” She nodded, taking the cup in hand and tipping it steadily back, letting the liquor burn its way down her throat. She shuddered a little, then held it out for more.

“One more, maybe,” she said, and he tipped the bottle again. She downed the second shot, then blew out a shaky breath.

“Better?”

She looked at him, the color beginning to come back into her cheeks. “Yeah. I think so. Dean, I don’t know what to say...”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just eat. You can talk later.” He grinned, shoving her food at her, and she dug in gratefully.

She moaned, her eyes closing. “This is amazing!” Dean smiled, watching her wolf that bite down and go after another. She stopped, suddenly looking alarmed. “Wait, I didn’t even pay!”

“Taken care of, don’t worry about it.”

“So it’s not enough that you chase off my asshole ex, now you’re buying me dinner? Where have you been all my life?” she teased, taking another bite, and then blushing at her own words. “Wow - maybe the whiskey’s kicking in.”

Dean laughed softly as he continued eating. “Good. Maybe you can relax a little.” He turned on the TV, surfing until he found an old sitcom, and they watched as they finished their meal. When the credits rolled, Dean stood up, gathering the trash and tossing it before turning back to smile at her. “So – I should get out of here, let you get some rest.”

“Do you have to leave?” She swallowed hard, blushing. He stared back at her, not sure how to respond, and she dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, you’ve done too much for me already, I don’t blame you for wanting to get the hell away, like you need...”

“Hey.” He spoke softly to stop her rambling, and she looked up at him, biting nervously at her lip. “I just thought after what you’d been through you should get some rest.” She nodded silently, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her, and he spoke again, concern in his eyes. “Are you afraid he’ll come back, Jordan?”

“I don’t know. I hope not.” She swallowed hard, fighting not to cry in front of him.

“Listen, I’ve got two beds in my room, you’re welcome to come down there and stay if you want.”

“No, no… I’m just being crazy. I’m sure he’s gone. You probably scared him all the way back home.” She tried to sound like she was laughing it off, but her performance wasn’t convincing even her. “Really, Dean, thank you. I appreciate it. But I don’t want to be any more of a pain than I already have been.” She picked up her phone, avoiding eye contact, and looked up in surprise when he took hold of it, pulling it gently from her grasp.

He typed something into it, then handed it back. “There, I put my number in. If you get scared, or if you need anything, call me. No matter what time it is. Okay?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Thank you.”

She felt his hand on her shoulder. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. How about I pick you up for breakfast in the morning?”

She nodded, looking steadily at the table top as he gave her shoulder a squeeze and headed out the door. As soon as the latch clicked shut, she buried her head in her arms and burst into tears.

She climbed into bed a little later, feeling somewhat better. Dean was right, she did need to sleep. The last few weeks had been harder than she’d realized, and then with Darrel showing up… yeah, the tough girl mask she tried to present to the world had slipped a little.

She fell asleep almost as soon as she settled in, the first deep sleep she’d had in days. A loud crash from the parking lot outside her door woke her, and she sat up, groggy and disoriented, trying to get her bearings before climbing out of bed to see what had caused the noise.

Her eyes widened as she peered out the window. Her car was engulfed in flames, and she stumbled back from the window in shock, running back to the bed to grab her phone from the night stand. Her hands shaking, she dialed Dean’s number, surprised when he answered immediately, not even letting her speak.

“Jordan, stay in your room. Don’t come out unless I come and get you, understand?”

Chapter 2

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mickmarstookmyheart · 3 years

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More Espresso, Less Despresso

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Warning: none

Summary: Reading and sipping coffee when another caffeine enthusiast joins you in a lovely café.

It was a bleak, gray day made for books and tea. Well, rather coffee. Drinking coffee helped Mick bearing all the shit his bandmates did 24/7. After some rehearsals, he grabbed his leather jacket and headed to his favorite café nearby. It was an adorable, little place that felt like heaven. It was a family business and he knew the owners of the café and he occasionally had small talks with them. David, the owner, was quite an extrovert person, he always told stories or jokes for the customers, making their day a little bit better.

When he stopped in front of the facility he observed it from outside. He could already smell the scent of caffeine making him feel awake and relaxed. The bell rang above the door as Mick entered the café. Only a few of the tables were taken and it was quiet, something Mick appreciated after playing loud music and listening to the Terror Twin's screaming for hours.

"Well, well, well. Look who has the wind blew here?!" David stated after he noticed the guitarist waiting at the counter. David was a kind man, the father of this family. His silver beard already started to reach his chest.

"Hey, David. How are you?" Mick asked leaning on the counter and observing the people sitting at the tables. Couples, businessmen, ladies spending their lunchtime from the office. Then his eyes wandered to the back of the room. A girl was sitting there with a book in her hand and a huge cup of coffee in front of her still untouched.

"Nothing extra, just the usual. Customers coming and going." David continued but Mick wasn't paying attention. He was gazing at the girl. You. "Anyway, imagine that I finally managed to buy that grill the other day. It's marvelous." David said. He frowned noticing that Mick wasn't paying attention. He followed the guitarist's gaze and smirked. "Mick!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. So what did you say?" Mick rubbed the back of his head and took the coffee in his hand before placing the money in David's palm. "Hey, do you know her?" He cleared his throat.

"She turned up here first about a week ago and since then she comes here every day asking the same drink and always bringing another book with her. If you ask me, it's fascinating." One of David's talent was observing people and also remember them. "Though she is pretty shy. I have already tried to talk to her many times but she wasn't really talkative, ya know."

"Well, thanks, buddy." Mick glanced at the old man and nodded thanking the information and the coffee. Instead of taking his usual spot, he made his way towards you.

As for you, you were deep in the forest helping Robin Hood invading the guards of the king who collected the gold from the poor. Robin just shot his last arrow when a silhouette covered all the light you needed for reading.

"I'm sorry but can you stand away? You are covering all the lights." You murmured not leaving the page you were on. Mick slowly stepped aside and took the seat in front of you. "Can I help you?" You asked glancing over the book.

"Umm. Actually, no." Mick was searching for the words. To be honest, he didn't understand how he had the ability to speak to you. He wasn't a big chick magnet like Vince.

"Then...?" You looked around to see that there were plenty of empty seats. He just casually drank like you weren't even sitting there. You sighed and gathered all your strength to get back to the forest but curiosity took over and you couldn't help but peaked over the top of the book and hid behind it whenever the stranger looked in your direction.

Moments passed before you put down the book and wrapped your hands around the now cold cup of coffee. You may looked uninterested, but oh boy, your mind was racing like a machine. Who this person could be, what could be his intentions.

"So, what are you drinking?" You asked breaking the silence between the two of you. He tilted his head with an arching brow glancing at his coffee. He cleared his throat.

"Espresso, black like my soul as the saying goes." He chuckled and took another sip from the cup. "And what about you? You look like someone with a brighter mind."

"Yeah, I have heard of that. Umm, cappuccino. I don't think, there is anything that rhymes with it so-it's lame." You pouted staring in front of you.

"Hey, what did you say about my coffee? That it is lame?!" David exclaimed from the bar. You immediately regretted what you said previously and your cheeks were now crimson.

"Don't worry, David. It's all good." Mick calmed the owner down and shook his head. "He is worse than any FBI agent if you ask me." You didn't say anything, your heart was still racing. From the corner of your eye, you could see a half-smile on his face making you blush even harder. "Anyway, I'm Mick." He held his hand and you shook it lightly and pulled your shaking hand back right after.

"I'm (Y/N)." You smiled but deep inside you were screaming like a baby. Why this person just sat in front of you and wanted to spend his time willingly with you? He didn't know a thing of you yet he was staring at you as if you were some miracle. And you were, well, that's what your parents always told you.

"So, I now know that you like coffee and you prefer books to movies-" He stated while glancing at your closed book on the table. "What are you doing in your free time? I mean, I don't want to disturb you or anything. If you want, I will leave you alone and forget what happened." Mick thought he totally went crazy walking to you and just starting a conversation like you were interested in him. He rose from his chair when you grabbed his wrist making him stop.

"No, wait. You are not bothering me at all. You can stay if you want." You murmured while you hid a lock of hair behind your ear. You weren't used to this and you didn't want to destroy it. He seemed nice so you thought you would give it a shot.

"Really?" Mick asked in true surprise as he sat back and leaned on the table on his elbows.

"What about you? Why are you here?" You asked. Mick wasn't sure if he should tell you his true job, he might scare you away. A wild rocker against a bookworm. Didn't sound good, at least in his head.

"I had to run away from-" He sighed. "From my friends. They can be pretty annoying sometimes and I needed some quiet moments here. And you?" He looked into your eyes making your stomach do a backflip.

"Well, I and my family moved here recently and this is the first café I found. And I'm still here. I love the atmosphere, the coffee, and the quiet. And the fact that I can be alone-" He chuckled along with you as you realized what you had just said and what were the circumstances.

"Sorry, for ruining that fact." He smirked.

Hours passed with chatting, changing ideas, telling stories and jokes, drinking coffee, and getting to know each other. Mick couldn't remember when was the last time he had a decent conversation with a smart and marvelous person like while you couldn't recall if you had such a good time ever. He had a similar way of thinking, whatever was the topic and he was handsome. Black hair was always your type and those eyes, those blue eyes looked like the deep blue ocean and you couldn't help but lost in it.

"Sorry for interrupting, doves, but I have to close soon," David stated with a little bit of disappointment as he noticed how wonderful were the both of you.

"Alright, thanks for telling." Mick glanced up at the owner who nodded and left. "It looks like we have to go." He hummed with tight lips while he was drumming on the table with his fingers.

"Yeah, it does. Incredible, how time flies when you have a good time." You sighed and stood up from your chair, adjusting your hair and back which popped loudly as you were sitting for a pretty long time. You put on your coat and scarf and grabbed your book and held it close to your chest.

Mick wanted this conversation to last forever. He didn't want to go back to his bandmates, neither travel to another city. He wanted to stay and be with you. Drink coffee and talk about everything, listening to music together, have a walk in the park nearby and just be together. You might only be with each other for hours but it seemed like ages. He felt like he could tell you his deepest secrets willingly. He felt something. Something from long ago.

You adjusted your scarf after you stepped outside seeing it was already dark and it was quite windy. Mick shoved his hands into his pockets after he closed the door and shivered from the chilly weather.

"So, where do you live?" Mick inquired hoping you would think he was a psycho.

"Just a few blocks from here. And I think I should go. I'm sure my mom is freaked out even I'm 23. Some things just don't change, I guess." You snickered.

"Indeed." He added. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"When can I see you again?" He bit his lip down hoping he will be able to see you at least once more before going on the next stop of the tour.

"Tomorrow, maybe?" You thanked the angel it was too dark to see your crimson red face.

"That would be nice." His lips curved into a smile. "Then see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Mick." You gave him a last smile before you crossed the street, holding your book for dear life.

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praphit · 3 years

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F9: What does Absurdity even mean anymore?

Due to COVID, I thought that my last movie theater experience was going to be "Bad Boys For Life". I'm happy to say that if I died today, I would be telling souls in Heaven that "F9" was the last movie I saw on the big screen (I'm sure that films are big talking points in the after life).

There weren't too many people there:

There was a woman coughing in the corner; I barely looked at her. I imagined that COVID was mugging her, and I didn't want to be a witness, and so have COVID come after me next. I'm vaxxed, but still I was thinking of ways to distract COVID, so I could enjoy the film. There was an old couple sitting up front (like REALLY OLD... sitting UP FRONT... Ha! that's awesome). Awesome or not, I was going to point them out if COVID came after me. There were two obese kids sitting a few rows behind me that I could also point out, as well as my friend that I was sitting next to... what?? Look, they would ALL want me to escape, so I could bring my "F9" review to the people!

WHAT??!

Let's not talk about my survival skills, let's talk some Vin & the Fam - that's why we're here!

It took a while for me to remember what was going on:

Dom (Vin), Letty (M. Rod), and their... kid? Oh, right, they have a kid, and they moved on to start a new life together.

Didn't the real mom die or something?? Idk. You've got the British lady from "GOT" still hanging out with Luda and Tyrese.

(they so crazy)

"Hobbs and Shaw" are still gone

(making their own money, cuz bleep family!).

Brian (Paul Walker's character - rip) is apparently, now everyone's babysitter. So, if anyone in this gang, who could die on any of these missions, ever have kids, they can just send them off to Nanny Brian's.

There's a dude named Mr. Nobody who sometimes sends the gang on secret spy missions.

Oh, and people in the gang keep coming back from the dead. Boom! We're caught up with this absurdity. That's actually what I asked for when I got to the movies

"Give me one ticket for Absurdity please."

In this batch of the absurd, we find out that Dom has a brother, and he's John Cena (Jakob).

Charlize Theron is back! That must have been the worst bet that she has ever lost. I consider her to be one of the most underrated and underappreciated actors we've got, but movies like these ain't helping that case.

And who's idea was it to give her that haircut? - part of the bet she lost, I suppose.

It was reported that the gang goes into space (at least two of them do).

Annnnd the X-Men Jet is back!

(it really does look like that - Wolverine included)

Seriously, after the X-Men's last two movies (which were turrrible), I was expecting them to crossover for a fresh start. Why not?? They're a spy team now, that goes to space! - nothing should be off the table.

They're looking for two halves of some... war sphere?? If put back together with some key... idk... John Cena rules the world.

Remember when Vin and the gang were all about street racing, money, survival, and brown booty? - those were simpler times!

But, why discuss the plot? Seriously, why? None of it makes any sense. From Dom and Letty living like Amish people (which is an ending worse than death for action heroes)

to their convoluted explanation for bringing the latest person back from the dead (which reminds me of a married couple, when the husband or wife get caught watching porn, and try to explain that it was just a pop-up that came out of nowhere. The other spouse gulps their glass of wine and plows forward - that was me with this - gulping my soda (with a lil Henny) saying "whatever guys, let's please just move on".

and what's going on with the two brother's is a thin thread at best. AND the villain's motivation...

But, it's foolish to get into that., and take points off. I LOVE THESE MOVIES, but it ain't for the story. Let's grade "F9" by its own standards:

Racing, Action, and Family (they graduated from booty to family):

Racing

They've done the racing in a small city thing before, but this time it's with magnets! - SUPER MAGNETS!

YES!

I loved this! Cars are getting sucked into magnets. They're using them to make people fly away and explode. Which btw, they did my man Francis Ngannou wrong (an mma fighter). There's a fight scene with a giant white dude on top of a speeding vehicle. That giant white dude could have and should have been the role for Francis, instead he's just here to say high, and then blow up. As much as I loved these scenes, they were too quick in some areas. I think if they had slowed some of the magnet stuff down a bit, we could appreciate more what's happening.

Action

M.Rod is legit.

She needs her own franchise. The only action star I enjoyed more than her was Vin, and that's really due to the absurdity of one scene. Do y'all remember the "Civil War" scene when Captain America has one hand on a building and another pulling back a helicopter??

It's the same level of strength needed for what Vin does in some underground chambers. You can see a bit of it in the trailer. He pulls the whole place down, and then, just like in "Civil War", he ends up in the water (but unconscious). Oh, and he does this after beating up like 50 people at once. Ha! I love it! Then, how he is rescued (cuz c'mon, he can't die) is splendidly preposterous, and I mean that is a complimentary way. That scene is perfection.

The only action that bothers me comes from Dom's sister (mia).

She just doesn't sell being a fighter, but whatever. No disrespect... she’s beautiful, but... her hair might weigh more than the rest of her body.

Apparently, the highest trained fighters (agents) in the world (who have GUNS) never trained for a unskilled, unprepared, 110 lb woman in her 40's with a frying pan.

Family & Corona

Tyrese and Luda are always funny, but their act is growing a bit thin. It actually felt like an act this time around. I think it's time to add another black man in the mix; perhaps one who's older than they are... TRACY MORGAN?

Throw an OG in there and it'll freshen things up again. I do like though how Tyrese is starting to suspect that they might be immortals. I think they should test that theory out in the next movie; maybe have Tyrese break the fourth wall, kinda like Deadpool, as he realizes this is just a dumbass movie.

Dom and Letty's kid... terrible. I'm sorry! This is a bias of mine, but kids normally suck at acting. This one is no exception. Just get an older actor to play the young kid. I'm thinking Ryan Reynolds would have been a good choice.

You may be saying "that's absurd!" - I'm glad that y'all can still tell what that word means, cuz I can't.

The rest of the chemistry family magic is great!

Oh, and Cardi is here, but... barely (for like 30 seconds, if that).

No rapping, no wapping, no cursing... kind of a waste of Cardi B, if you ask me.

John Cena aka Jakob with a K!

Meh. JC def has charisma, just not in this movie. He doesn't stand out at all. You know?? - The Rock, Jason Statham, Charlize Theron, etc all have a presence about them in this franchise. Cena?! what happened, buddy?

There are certain music artists whom you'd think would have a great personality based off their music and how they dress. But, then you meet them, and you realize that they're just normal bozos like you and I (only rich and famous). And normal bozos like you and I, AT TIMES can be boring. You gotta have some flair if you're not going to have personality. Give my man some pink glittery highlights, a face tat, some vampire teeth, and maybe a chainsaw for his left arm or something.

Grade: Good action. The absurdities were funny. I was entertained! Production was great! BUT it's getting tired, my friends. It's the same formula that I've mentioned and then, like always, they're grilling and drinking Corona's in the sun. After nine movies (with at least two more on the way)... I never thought I'd say this, but it's actually not absurd enough. Wait... I seriously can't believe I just said that.

I need to say that again to know it's real.

This movie wasn't absurd.. enough? ENOUGH. IT WASN'T! They're going to need to step it up for the next two.

They were in space, but not for long. They raced for the most part in regular cars (regular for them). . You only brought ONE person back from the dead??! C'mon! We can do better.

I'm giving it an entertaining C+

I like that we saw different younger Dom's (during flashbacks) through time. I think that the next type of vehicle they bust out should be a DeLorean.

Y'all feel me?? TIME TRAVEL, baby!

Vin and the gang race through time! They can have Tracy Morgan. They'll each have a younger version (or older) of themselves join the group. Cardi B will actually do something this time - maybe turn into a car!

And maybe Cable shows up as they tie it to Marvel.

Think bigger, Vin!

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Summer Movie Preview: From Black Widow to The Suicide Squad and Beyond

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The summer movie season has returned. Finally. Once something we all just took for granted, like handshakes and indoor dining, a summertime season stuffed with pricy Hollywood blockbusters and cinematic escapism suddenly feels like a long lost friend. But, rest assured, the summer movie season is genuinely and truly here. It’s maybe a little later than normal, yet it’s still in time for Memorial Day in the States.

This is of course happy news since many of the big screen events of this year have been 12 months or more in the offing. A Quiet Place Part II was supposed to open two Marches ago, and In the Heights is opening almost an exact year to the day from its original release. They’re here now, as is an impressive assortment of new films. There are genre fans’ long lost superhero spectacles, with Black Widow and The Suicide Squad leading the pack (and Shang-Chi closing out the season unusually late in time for Labor Day weekend), and there are also horror movies like The Conjuring 3 and M. Night Shyamalan’s Old, aforementioned musicals, family adventures in Jungle Cruise, psychedelic Arthurian legends via The Green Knight, and a few legitimately original projects like Stillwater and Reminiscence. Imagine that!

So sit back, put your feet in the pool, or up by the grill pit, and toast with us the summer movie’s resurrection.

A Quiet Place Part II

May 28 (June 3 in the UK)

Fourteen months after its original release date, the first movie delayed by the pandemic is finally coming to theaters for Memorial Day weekend. And despite what some critics say (even our own), most of us would argue it’s worth the wait. As a movie about a family enduring after a global crisis that has left their lives in tatters, and marred by personal tragedy, A Quiet Place Part II hits differently in 2021 than it would have a year ago. And it’s undeniably optimistic view of humanity feels like a warm balm now.

But beyond the meta context, writer-director John Krasinski (flying solo as screenwriter this time) has engineered a series of intelligent and highly suspenseful set pieces which puts Millicent Simmonds’ Regan front and center. Also buoyed by subtle and affecting work by Emily Blunt and Cillian Murphy, here as a neighbor they knew a few years and a lifetime ago, this is one worth dipping your toe back into cinema for, especially if you liked the first movie.

Cruella

May 28

We’ll admit it, we had the same initial skepticism you’re probably feeling about a Cruella de Vil origin story set in punk rock’s 1970s London. But put your cynicism aside, Disney’s Cruella is a decadent blast and the rarest of things: a live-action Disney remake that both honors its source material and does something creative with it. Neither a soulless scene-by-scene remake of a better animated film, or a lazy Maleficent like re-imagining, Cruella more often than not rocks, thanks in large part to its lead performance by Emma Stone.

Also a producer on the picture, Stone takes on the role of Cruella de Vil like it’ll be on an awards reel and absolutely flaunts the character’s madness and devilish charm. She also finds an excellent sparring partner via Emma Thompson, young Cruella’s very own Miranda Priestly. Once these two start their verbal battle at the end of the first act, the movie is elevated into an electric period comedy (with plenty of heavy handed period music). It’s a pseudo-thriller for all ages, enjoying some very sharp elbows for a kids movie.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It

June 4 (May 26 in the UK)

The latest big-screen adventure for real-life ghostbusters Ed and Lorraine Warren (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga) sees the two drawn into the unusual case of the first ever U.S. murder trial where the defendant claimed he was innocent because he was possessed by a demon. This is the eighth movie in The Conjuring expanded universe—director Michael Chaves has already made a foray into this supernatural world with The Curse of La Llorona—and as with all the main Conjuring films, the hook is that it’s (very loosely) based on a true case that the Warrens were involved with.

Peter Safran and James Wan are back on board as producers, although with this being the first time Wan isn’t directing one of the main Ed and Lorraine investigations, we’re a little cautious about this return to the haunted museum.

In the Heights

June 11 (June 18 in the UK)

Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first Tony award winning musical is getting the proper big screen treatment in In the Heights. A full-fledged movie musical—as opposed to a taped series of performances, a la Disney+’s Hamilton—In the Heights is like a sweet summer drink (or Piragua) and love letter to the Latino community of New York City’s Washington Heights neighborhood.

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Closer in spirit to the feel-good summertime joy of Grease than the narratively complex Hamilton, this is perfect multiplex escapism (which will also be on HBO Max if you’re so inclined). Directed by Crazy Rich Asians’ Jon M. Chu, In the Heights has a euphoric sense of movement and dance as it transfers Miranda’s hybrid blend of freestyle rap, salsa rhythm, and Caribbean musical cues to the actual city blocks the show was written about. On one of those corners lives Usnavi (Anthony Ramos), a bodega owner with big dreams. He’s about to have the summer of his life. You might too.

Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard

June 16 (June 21 in the UK)

You know Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard is a throwback when even its trailer brings back the “trailer voice.” But then the appeal of the 2017 B-action comedy, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, was its very throwback nature: a violent, raunchy R-rated buddy comedy that starred Samuel L. Jackson and Ryan Reynolds, who exchanged quips as much as bullets between some genuinely entertaining stunts.

Hopefully the sequel can also be as much lowbrow fun as it doubles down on the premise, with Reynolds’ Michael Bryce now guarding Samla Hayek’s Sonia, the wife of Jackson’s Darius. All three are on a road trip through Italy as they’re chased by Antonio Banderas in what is sure to be a series of bloody, explosive set pieces. Probably a few “motherf***ers” will be dropped too.

Luca

June 18

Pixar Studios’ hit rate is frankly incredible. With each new film seemingly comes a catchy song, an Oscar nomination, and a flood of tears from anyone with a heart—and there’s no reason to believe that its next offering will be any different. Luca is a coming-of-age tale set on the Italian Riviera about a pair of young lads who become best friends and have a terrific summer getting into adventures in the sun. The slight catch is that they’re both sea monsters.

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This is the feature directorial debut of Enrico Casarosa, who says the movie is a celebration of friendship with nods to the work of Federico Fellini and Hayao Miyazaki. The writers are Jesse Andrews and Mike Jones—Andrews is new to Pixar but has experience with coming-of-agers, having penned Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, while Jones co-wrote Soul. Jacob Tremblay and Jack Dylan Grazer voice the young boys (sea monsters)—13-year-old Luca and his older teenager friend Alberto—with Maya Rudolph as Luca’s sea monster mom. After a year of lockdown, this could be the summer movie we all need.

June 25

You better start firing up the grill, because the Fast and Furious crew is finally ready to have another summer barbecue. And this time, it’s not only the folks whom Dom Toretto calls “mi familia” in attendance. The big new addition to F9 is

John Cena as Jakob Toretto. As the long-lost little brother we didn’t know Vin Diesel’s Dom had, Jakob is revealed to be a superspy, assassin, and performance driver working for Dom’s arch-nemesis, Cypher (Charlize Theron). Everything the Family does together, Jakob does alone, as a one-man wrecking crew, and he’s coming in hot.

Fans will probably be happier, though, to see Sung Kang back as Han Seoul-Oh, the wheelman who was murdered in Fast & Furious 6, and then pretty much forgotten in The Fate of the Furious when his killer got invited to the cookout. It’s an injustice that brought veteran series director Justin Lin back to the franchise to resurrect the dead. So it’s safe to assume he won’t be asking Cypher to bring the potato salad.

The Forever Purge

July 2 (July 16 in the UK)

We know what you’re thinking: Didn’t The Purge: Election Year end the Purge forever? That or “are they really still making these?” The answer to both questions is yes. Nevertheless, here we are with The Forever Purge, a movie which asks what happens if Purgers just, you know, committed extravagant holiday crime on the other 364 days of the year? You get what is hopefully the grand finale of this increasingly tired concept.

The Tomorrow War

July 2

Hear me out: What if it’s like The Terminator but in reverse? That had to be the pitch for this one, right? In The Tomorrow War, instead of evil cyborgs time traveling to the past to kill our future savior, soldiers from the future time travel to the past to enlist our current best warrior and take him to a world on the brink 30 years from now.

It’s a crazy premise, and the kind of high-concept popcorn that one imagines Chris Pratt excels at. Hence Pratt’s casting as Dan, one of the best soldiers of the early 21st century who’ll go into the future to stop an alien invasion. The supporting cast, which includes Oscar winner J.K. Simmons and Yvonne Strahovski, Betty Gilpin, and Sam Richardson, is also nothing to sneeze at.

Black Widow

July 9

The idea of making a Black Widow movie has been around since long before the Marvel Cinematic Universe first lifted into the sky on Tony Stark’s repulsors. The character has been onscreen for more than a decade now, and Marvel Studios has for too long danced around making a solo Widow, at least in part due to the machinations of Marvel Entertainment chairman Ike Perlmutter.

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But the standalone Black Widow adventure is here at last, and it now serves as a sort-of coda to the story of Natasha Romanoff, since we already know her tragic fate in Avengers: Endgame. Directed by Cate Shortland (Berlin Syndrome, Lore), the movie will spell out how Natasha (Scarlett Johansson) kept herself busy between the events of Captain America: Civil War and Avengers: Infinity War, primarily with a trip home to Russia to clear some of that red from her ledger.

There, she will reunite with figures from her dark past, including fellow Red Room alumnus Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh), Russian would-be superhero Alexei Shostakov, aka the Red Guardian (David Harbour), and Melina Vostokoff (Rachel Weisz), another survivor of the Black Widow program and a maternal figure to Natasha and Yelena.

It’s a chance to say goodbye to Nat and see Johansson as the beloved Avengers one more time. But this being Marvel, we suspect that the studio has a few tricks up its sleeve and in this movie about the future of Phase 4.

Space Jam: A New Legacy

July 16

In the annals of synergistic branding, Space Jam: A New Legacy might be one for the record books. A sequel to an older millennials’ 1990s touchstones—the thoroughly mediocre Michael Jordan meets Bugs Bunny movie, Space Jam—this sequel sees LeBron James now trapped in Looney Tunes world… but wait, there’s more! Instead of only charmingly interacting with WB’s classic stable of cartoon characters, King James will also be in the larger “WB universe” where the studio will resurrect from the dead every property they own the copyright to, from MGM’s classic 1939 The Wizard of Oz to, uh, the murderous rapists in A Clockwork Orange.

… yay for easter eggs?

Old

July 23

Though he might be accused of being a little bit hit-and-miss in the past, the release of a new M. Night Shyamalan movie should always be cause for celebration. Especially one with such a deeply creepy premise. Based on the graphic novel Sandcastle by Pierre Oscar Levy and Frederik Peeters, Old sees a family on vacation discover that the beach they are on causes them to age extremely rapidly and live out their entire lives in a day.

This is surely perfect fodder for Shyamalan, who does high-concept horror like no one else. The cast is absolute quality, featuring Gael García Bernal, Hereditary’s Alex Wolff, Jo Jo Rabbit’s Thomasin McKenzie, Phantom Thread’s Vicky Krieps, Little Women’s Eliza Scanlen, and many more. The trailer is pleasingly disturbing too as children become teenagers, a young woman is suddenly full-term pregnant, and adults seem to be decaying in front of their own eyes. Harrowing in the best possible way.

Snake Eyes

July 23 (August 20 in the UK)

Snake Eyes will finally bring us the origin story of the G.I. Joe franchise’s most iconic and beloved member. Henry Golding (Crazy Rich Asians) stars in the title role, with Warrior’s Andrew Koji as his nemesis—conflicted baddie (and similar fan fave) Storm Shadow. Expect a tale heavy on martial arts badassery, especially with The Raid’s Iko Uwais on board as the pair’s ninja master. Samara Weaving will play G.I. Joe staple Scarlett after her breakout a few years ago in Ready or Not, while Úrsula Corberó has been cast as Cobra’s Baroness. Robert Schwentke (The Time Traveler’s Wife, Red) directs.

Jungle Cruise

July 30

Jungle Cruise director Jaume Collet-Serra is best known for making slightly dodgy actioners starring Liam Neeson (Unknown, Non-Stop, Run All Night) and half-decent horror movies (Orphan, The Shallows), so exactly which direction this family adventure based on a theme park ride will take remains to be seen.

Borrowing a page and premise from Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn in The African Queen (1951), Jungle Cruise stars the ever-charismatic Dwayne Johnson as a riverboat captain taking Emily Blunt’s scientist and her brother (Jack Whitehall) to visit the fabled Tree of Life in the early 20th century. Like the ride, the gang will have to watch out for wild animals along the way.

Unlike the ride, they’re competing with a German expedition team who are heading for the same goal. A solid supporting cast (Jesse Plemons, Édgar Ramírez, Paul Giamatti, Andy Nyman) and a script with rewrites by Michael Green (Logan, Blade Runner 2049) might mean Disney has another hit on its hands. Either way, a lovely boat trip with The Rock should be diverting at worst.

The Green Knight

July 30 (August 6 in the UK)

There have been several major Hollywood reimaginings of Arthurian legends in the 21st century. And every one of them has been thoroughly rotten for one reason or another. Luckily, David Lowery’s The Green Knight looks poised to break the trend with a trippy, but twistedly faithful, interpretation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

Dev Patel stars as Sir Gawain, a chivalrous knight in King Arthur’s court who takes up the challenge of the mysterious Green Knight (The Witch’s Ralph Ineson under mountains of makeup): He’ll swing a blow and risk receiving a returning strike in a year’s time. Gawain attempts to cheat the devil by cutting his head clean off, yet when the Green Knight lifts his severed head from Camelot’s floors, things start to get weird. As clearly one of A24’s biggest visual fever dreams to date, this is one we’re highly anticipating.

Stillwater

July 30 (August 6 in the UK)

The Oscar winning-writer director behind Spotlight, Tom McCarthy, returns to the big screen with a fictional story that feels awfully similar to real world events. In this film, Matt Damon plays Bill, a proud father who saw his daughter Allison (Abigail Breslin) go abroad to study in France. After she’s accused of murdering her roommate by local authorities, the deeply Southern and deeply Oklahoman father must travel to a foreign land to try and prove his daughter’s innocence.

It obviously has some parallels with the Amanda Knox story but it also looks like a potentially hard hitting original drama with a talented cast. Fingers crossed.

The Suicide Squad

August 6 (July 30 in the UK)

You might have seen a Suicide Squad movie in the past, but you’ve never seen James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad. With a liberating R-rating and an old school vision from the Guardians of the Galaxy director—who likens this to 1960s war capers, such as The Dirty Dozen or Where Eagles Dare—this Suicide Squad is absolutely stacked with talented actors wallowing in DC weirdness. One of the key players in this is Polka-Dot Man, another is a walking, talking Great White Shark, voiced by Sylvester Stallone. The villain is a Godzilla-sized starfish from space!

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So like it’s namesake, there’s probably a lot of characters who aren’t going to pull through this one. Even so, we can rest easy knowing that Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn will be as winsome than ever, and the likes of Idris Elba and John Cena will add some dynamic gravitas to the eccentric DC Extended Universe.

Free Guy

August 13

Perhaps pitched as The Truman Show for the video game age, Free Guy stars Ryan Reynolds as an easygoing, happy-go-lucky “Guy” who discovers… he’s a video game NPC living inside the equivalent of a Grand Theft Auto video game. This might explain why the bank he works at keeps getting robbed all the time. But as a virtual sprite who’s developed sentiency, he just might be able to win over enough gamers to not shoot him, and make love not war.

It’s an amusing premise, and hopefully director Shawn Levy can bring to it the same level of charm he achieved with the very first Night at the Museum movie.

Respect

August 13 (September 10 in the UK)

Before her passing in 2018, Aretha Franklin gave her blessing to Jennifer Hudson to play the Queen of Soul. Now that musical biopic is here with Hudson hitting the same high notes of the legend who sang such standards as “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman,” “Think,” “I Say a Little Prayer,” and of course “Respect.”

The film comes with a lot of expectation and a lot of pedigree, with Forest Whitaker and Audra McDonald in the cast. Most of all though, it comes with that rich musical library, which will surely take center stage. And if movies like Bohemian Rhapsody and Rocketman have taught us anything, it’s that moviegoers love when you play the hits.

Reminiscence

August 20 (August 18 in the UK)

Lisa Joy is one of the most exciting voices on television today. One-half of the creative team behind Westworld, Joy steps into her own with her directorial debut (and as the solo writer) in Reminiscence, a science fiction film with a reliably knotty premise.

Hugh Jackman plays Nick Bannister, a man who lives in a dystopian future where the oceans have risen and the cities are crumbling. In a declining Miami, he sells a risky new technology that allows you to relive your past (and possibly change it, at least fancifully?). But when he discovers the lost love of his life (Rebecca Ferguson) is cropping up in other peoples’ memories, which seem to implicate her in a murder, well… things are bound to start getting weird. We don’t know a whole lot more, but we cannot wait to find out more.

Candyman

August 27

Announced back in 2018, this spiritual sequel to Bernard Rose’s 1992 original is one of the most exciting and anticipated movies on the calendar. Produced by Jordan Peele and directed by Nia DaCosta, the film takes place in the present day and about a decade after Chicago’s Cabrini-Green housing projects have been torn down. Watchmen’s Yahya Abdul-Mateen II plays an up-and-coming visual artist who moves to the now-gentrified area with his partner and is inspired by the legend of Candyman, an apparition with a hook for a hand, to create new work about the subject. But in doing so, he risks unleashing a dark history and a new wave of violence.

Tony Todd, the star of the original movie, will also reprise his role in a reboot that aims to inspire fear for only the right reasons.

The Beatles: Get Back

August 27

Director Peter Jackson thinks folks have a poisoned idea about the Beatles in their final days. Often portrayed as divided and antagonistic toward one another during the recordings of their last albums, particularly Let It Be (which was their penultimate studio recording and final release), Jackson insists this misconception is influenced by Michael Lindsay-Hogg’s 1970 documentary named after the album.

So, after going through the reams of footage Lindsay-Hogg shot but didn’t use, Jackson has crafted this new documentary about the album’s recording which is intended to paint a fuller (and more feel-good) portrait of the band which changed the world. Plus, the music’s going to be great…

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

September 3

The greatest fighter in Marvel history finally hits the big screen with Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Simu Liu (Kim’s Convenience) takes on the title role of a character destined for a bright future in the MCU. Marvel fans might note that the “Ten Rings” of the title is the same organization that first appeared all the way back in Iron Man, and Tony Leung will finally bring their villainous leader, The Mandarin, to life. Awkwafina of The Farewell and Crazy Rich Asians fame also stars. Directed by Destin Daniel Cretton (Short Term 12), this should deliver martial arts action unlike anything we’ve seen so far in the MCU.

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Delicate is my heart

*Inspired by the song Delicate by Taylor swift*

“Tony seen with another bimbo.” “Tony Stark, found another one to make a new trophy.” “Tony couldn’t commit meant Pepper had to say goodbye.”

Tony took in a deep breath clicking off his phone placing it on the other side of the table. He didn’t feel like looking through all the lies everyone says about him. He wasn’t the playboy he used to be in his teens and twenties. The last person he was ever with was Pepper and they both agreed they were better as friends then lovers. The media would never see that or understand that. Even if he yelled the truth off of the rooftop no one would believe him. He huffed placing his hands in his head. Tony was just so tired of the lies.

“Hey, is this seat taken.” Tony lifted his head to find Steve Rogers standing at the table looking down on him. “No. And you live here every seat is your seat too.” Steve shrugged smiling and placed his newspaper on the table as well as his coffee. Steve had decided to come and live at the tower after exploring what was left of Brooklyn a couple of years ago. Steve found that his home was no longer his home. Where his childhood home once stood now was a Whole Foods. Steve called Tony one day asking if the offer of staying at the tower was still on the table. He realized he had no other home. Then two weeks later Steve was there with his motorcycle and a small bag with a few items. From then on it was just Steve and Tony. Yeah, once and a while the others would come back and stay for a night or a few weeks, but then they were off on their next mission. Leaving Steve and Tony together once again.

“You got any plans today besides being depressed. Remember the party is tonight.” Steve said behind his paper.

Tony looked up at him and just rolled his eyes. “Actually, I had a hot date. You know a beautiful dame named self-loathing. Maybe go and get some coffee and then wallow in the corner.” Steve sat down the paper eyeing Tony. “Tony, why? What were you looking at before I got here? Please don’t tell me those trash tabloids. What were they saying now?” Tony stood up, pocketing his phone. “Nothing, Steve, just joking. I’m going to be in the lab if you need me.” “Don’t forget everything needs to be ready before eight,” Steve shouted back. Tony dismissed him with a wave of a hand. “Yeah, yeah. Captain will do.”

Steve stared as Tony was walking away. Steve knew what the media was saying and most of the time he knew that Tony wouldn’t let that kind of stuff get him down, but Steve knew that Tony loved Pepper once upon of time. It must have been killing him with what they were saying about her. It must have hurt more with the lies they were spreading about him. Steve wished they knew the Tony he knew. The one that would stay up with him all night when he couldn’t sleep watching every terrible movie, he had missed over the past seventy years. The man that was so smart he could fix anything and get out of anything. The man that gave him a home when he didn’t know his anymore.

Steve picked up his keys. He thought he could do something nice for Tony and pick up something nice for him they could share after the party tonight. Maybe he could grab a nice wine and a movie. Yeah, that would be good.

Tony’s phone buzzed having no clue who it could be. Most likely one of his friends being confused by what was going on tonight. He looked down to see that it was Steve. Tony shook his head. That man can really be so weird. Why didn’t he just come down and talk to him, he thought to himself.

Tony chuckled to himself. Steve was really an old man. He was so happy that he had him as a friend. He couldn’t imagine what his life would have been like if Steve wasn’t here. Well, he knew exactly how it would have been. It would have been very lonely. It would have just been him spending way too much time in his lab tinkering because he couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares. He would be living off of coffee and fumes. Yeah, his teammates would be around but his relationship with all of them didn’t compare to what he and Steve have. He needed to remind himself to tell Steve more often how much he appreciated home. Tony looked at the time to see 7:00. Shit! He jumped up running upstairs. Guest would be arriving in an hour and nothing was ready. “Jarvis, can you please get the house ready. We only have an hour.” “Will do sir.”

Tony, I left to grab somethings if you by any chance will be needing me. I will be back in time for the party. Just text me if you need anything.

-Steve Rogers

“Which one would be better? Clueless or Clue.” Steve mumbled to himself in the aisle. He needed help and he knew the exact person to call that could easily help him. “Hey, Rhodes, I need your help.” Rhodey thought it was weird that Tony was calling him out of nowhere, but he was willing to help the man his best friend loved even if neither of them knew it.

“Yeah, Steve what do you need?”

“Um, what movie would Tony like to watch more? Clueless or Clue.”

Rhodey just laughed to himself. There were so many other things both of them could be doing like getting ready for the party they had to go to tonight. “He likes Clueless. When we were in college together all he talked about was Paul Rudd.” Steve thanked Rhodey and hung up the phone. He looked down at the phone to see that it was 7:45. He was going to be really late to the party. It was going to be okay, hopefully, this will make up for his tardiness.

Tony sat in the corner swirling his wine glass. He looked out among the crowd of people seeing all of his friends laughing and having the time of their lives. He decided it was better to hang back since the one person he did want to talk to hadn’t arrived yet. Where had Steve disappeared too, he thought.

“Tony, what are you doing back here alone? You should be mingling among the guest and not sitting in the dark.” Tony looked up to see Rhodey looking down at him.

“I just wanted to be alone.” He kept looking around but still no sign of him. “Who you looking for? Your boyfriend Steve.” Tony rolled his eyes no liking Rhodey’s jokes.

“Haha, real funny. We’re just friends and roommates. I don’t feel like getting in a new relationship anyway.” Rhodey wasn’t convinced that nothing was going on between. “Yeah, keep lying to yourself but I know the truth buddy.”

Tony was about to say something when he spotted him. Steve wore dark jeans and a pair of white Nikes with a classic white shirt that was showing all of his muscle’s underneath. Tony just kept staring ahead until Steve spotted him too. He smiled and waved at him with excitement. He noticed that he was coming closer with something in his hands. Tony’s heart was beating faster and faster. It was weird; he saw Steve every day. Saw him at his most mundane self. The feeling that Tony was having right now never happened before.

“Hey, sorry I’m late and that I wasn’t here to help you set up.” Steve sat down the bottle of wine that took him forever to pick out because he had no knowledge of what wine was good wine. He also picked a movie that seemed like something Tony would like.

“I’m just glad that you are here now.” Tony jumped up wrapping his arms around him knocking the breath out of Steve. “Woah, I’ve only been gone for a few hours.”

“I know. I’m just really glad you are here.” Tony looked up into his bright blue eyes. How had he never noticed before the sight green that was in them and the curve of his nose that somehow matched the curve of his lips? All he wanted to do was to leave this party and just spend time with Steve, alone. “Steve, I have a crazy idea. Why don’t you pour me and yourself a drink? Then we get out of here.”

“You know what Tony. That’s not a bad idea.” Steve grabbed the bottle of wine and then grabbed Tony’s hand leading him up to the balcony. It was much quieter out here without all of the distractions of everyone wanting to make small talk. Instead, it was just the two of them and the stars shining down on them. “Would you like a glass of um.” Steve picked up the bottle to read it. “St. Antonio’s pin oats no air.” Tony chuckled. “Do you mean Pinot Noir? I’m more of a white wine guy myself but if it will get me drunk then pour it.”

Steve poured Tony a good size glass handing him it over. The slight touch of his fingers brushed along Tony’s wrist sending sparks throughout his body. Tony looked up into his eyes wondering what it would be like to wake up every morning with those eyes staring into him. Maybe tonight he would tell him his feelings and just maybe Steve would feel the same way. Then he thought would he really want to get him wrapped up in the PR nightmare that was his life. That wouldn’t be fair to Steve. Maybe Steve didn’t like him like that at all and everything he feared wouldn’t even matter.

Steve stood at the rail taking in the skyline. The warm summer air ripping through his shirt sending comfort through him. This was nice he thought. He wanted to be selfish and stay right here all night with Tony next to him but that wasn’t fair to Tony. “Hey, do you want to go back inside? I’m feeling like I’m keeping you all to myself.” Tony stood next to Steve a little tipsy but not out of control of his actions.

“Steve, this is where I want to be all night. Are you sure you don’t want to go back?” Steve shuffled over closer placing his hand next to Tony’s. Steve turned his head looking at Tony for the first time. The world fell quiet and the moon shone around him a little bright halo. “Yeah, I’m sure. You are the only person I want to spend the night with.” Steve turned back out to the skyline. What he said was true? He just didn’t realize that the feelings he had for his best friend were there.

Tony picked up the movie that was sitting next to the wine. “So, you show up here looking hot as hell. Then you bring a bottle of wine and my favorite movie with you to a party. Then you sneak me away to one of the most romantic spots in the tower. If I didn’t know better, Mr. Rogers, this seems like a date.” Tony teased. Steve leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest looking Tony up and down. This made Tony put the movie down. “Come here.” Tony froze not knowing what to do. “Come here,” Steve said again. His voice was deep and raspy. There was hunger in his eyes. Maybe it was too much wine and mead that had changed Steve’s attitude or maybe it was the way Tony looked tonight.

Tony walked closer until he and Steve were at arm’s length. Steve stretched out his arms pulling Tony into his lap.

“Would it be wrong of me that hoped this could be a date?” Tony’s breath caught in his throat. The feeling of being rapped up and feeling safe for the first time in his life was overwhelming for him. “I really like you. I just don’t want to drag you into my world of chaos. You know my track record; it isn’t that great. People will talk and say the worst things about you and me. The thought of you getting hurt because you were in a relationship with me, I just couldn’t handle it.”

There was a silence between. Steve’s eyes wandered all over his face until they stopped at his lips. Steve placed his hand on the small of Tony’s back pulling him farther onto his lap. He lifted Tony’s chin gently. Then the world went quiet and it was just the two of them in each other’s arms. Steve’s lips were soft and loving. Tony knew they needed to take this slow even though his body was telling him to take it farther. Tony pulled away lightly. “Let’s get another drink.” Steve shook his head in agreement.

Several hours had passed with many stories swapped between. With loud laugher making them laugh harder. The bottle Steve had brought had been long gone as well as three others. At this point in the night, all of the guests were gone, and the house was wrecked, but Tony didn’t care. He was somehow wrapped up into Steve’s arms watching the city slowly fall asleep. This was all he ever wanted and dreamed of. Then Steve broke the beautiful silence between. “You know what you said earlier about your reputation and you didn’t want me in that mess. Tony, I don’t care and would love to be in your mess. I just hope you realize that I have my own mess going on in my life. Just google my name and you will find thousands of lies, gossip, and stories about me that are completely fake. So, I don’t care as long as you can be mine.”

Something in Tony broke. Tony jumped out of Steve’s arms not wanting to hear one more wonderful thing come out of his mouth. It would just hurt Tony too much to know that Steve would just be another name on his “list” of exes. He just feared that he would hurt Steve and he was the last person Tony ever wanted to hurt. Tony ran off to his room to just think.

Steve once again was staring at Tony as he ran away. What was Steve supposed to do to show Tony that he wasn’t the man that everyone was saying he was? Why couldn’t Tony see he deserved love and that Steve loved him? Steve stood up and walked into the living room to see the mess that was left. Instead of going off to bed because he knew sleep wasn’t going to come anyway, he decided he would clean up. The place was a wreck with food scraps scattered everywhere and beer cans piling mountain high in every corner. Their friends really were a messy bunch of people.

Tony stared at the ceiling as the time ticked away. What did he do? Did he just mess up what could be the best thing to happen in his life? Tony rolled over to find a photo of him and Steve together. Steve was cover in dirt will some blood dripping down his face, but he was still all smiles. Tony on the other hand was tired and had his head sitting on Steve’s shoulder but he still had a slight smirk. That was one of his favorite days. Maybe every day could be like that day. Tony jumped out of bed pulling on his robe to go find Steve. This time he was going to do what made him happy. He found Steve asleep with a trash bag hanging from his hand. Of course, Steve fell asleep cleaning up because that was just who he was. Tony walked over placing a light kiss to Steve’s forehead and then curled up into Steve’s side.

“I want to do this.” Steve pulled him in tighter placing a light kiss on the inside of his neck. “I want this too.”

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I’m going to be at your side Chapter 2

Chapter 1

A/N: English is not my first language so please feel free to correct me. Also first time writing Slaxl.

TW: swearing and mentions of suicide attempt

After almost two hours the other band members made their way back to the hotel. Well, in reality Izzy threatened and dragged Duff and Steven to come back with him.

“C’mon man why did we had to be back so soon? I was totally in that chick’s pants.” the bassist complained.

“You wished” whispered Stevie laughing.

“Axl had never turned down a drink with us and Slash disappeared in the middle of the night.” Izzy said calmly , trying to not let them see that he was a bit worried.

“Well we all know where Slash could be” the drummer said with a smirk making Duff laughing

“Yeah, maybe he’s fucking a chick or even better Axl. I bet they..” the bassist stopped as soon as he looked into the hotel room ‘s door, previously opened by Izzy : stains of blood could be seen on the white sheets and on the floor, the little lamp on the nightstand was shattered and some empty bottles of vodka and Jack Daniels were reversed in a corner. As soon as Steven saw the blood he closed his eyes and threw himself into Duff’s arm for comfort.

“What the fuck happened here?” asked the tall blonde while Izzy directed himself towards the bathroom : in that room there was even more blood ,a footprint impressed on the floor. “What the hell happened here? Somebody tried to kill someone? Or to kill himself?” The dark haired man thought too confused and started to become a lot more worried. Usually Izzy didn’t care about things, but now he couldn’t stop wondering.

“Iz… come here” Duff mumbled. He returned into the bedroom and saw a little note on the bed that neither of them noticed before.

Izzy picked it and read it out loud : “Guys, come to the nearest hospital as soon as possible. Slash”

“Fuck… what’s going on?” Steven asked faintly getting himself even closer to Duff.

“I don’t know but let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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Slash was pretty sure that he had been waiting in that hospital for decades, but the old clock on the hospital’s wall reminded him that it had been there for only two hours. He was biting his nails almost to the flesh and worry was kicking through : the more he stayed in that hospital without having news on Axl and the more he felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

The haunting memories were permanently marked in his mind and he couldn’t think anything other than the blood and Axl‘s face and the reason why he did that; he tried to analyze every possible thing but his judgment was clouded by the constant threat of losing the man he loves the most. “You should have know something was up. You should have help him before. If he dies it’s your fault”

“Hey man…” a familiar voice said interrupting his thoughts and Slash looked up to see in front of him Duff with a worried expression, Stevie with teary eyes and basically clinging to the taller blonde and Izzy next to Steven , who tried to maintain a neutral expression but his eyes were betraying him. He wanted to scream at them for being this late, he wanted to hug them, he wanted to just break down and cry but he did neither of those things: he simple gestured them to take the seats next to him.

Even if he was in love with Axl, they were their best friends, and they were as worried as he was; the guys sat and asked what exactly happened : the guitarist hated seeing again those imagines in his mind, but he told them anyway, and he tried really hard to not completely lose it in front of the others. After he finished everybody stayed silent, lacking of any words for describing what Axl did.

Still after a couple of hours no doctors or nurses had told them about Axl’s condition. Steven felt asleep after crying for an hour and tiredness took him over Izzy shortly after even if he wanted to stay awake . On the other hand Duff and Slash were still awake but totally exhausted. The blonde could see the pain and the desperation on his best friend’s face and he felt like he should helping him; he always felt responsible for his friends and even if he was not Axl’s best friend, he still loved that fucking crazy redhead and knowing what he had done, destroyed him. But now despite the fact that he could barely keeping himself together , he focused all his energy towards the tall curly man right next to him.

“Slash” he tried to call him but the other man was blankly staring the floor.

“Slash” Duff said again and this time Slash snapped back to reality.

“Buddy, you should sleep or at least talk to me, I can see this thing is eating you alive.”

“No man, I’m good. It’s just the fact that we don’t have any kind of information about Axl that annoys me.” Slash lied trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“You’re a terrible liar” Duff said smirking. “Cut the bullshit and tell me the truth”.

“Fuck Duff… I found him in a pool of his own blood. He tried to kill himself and I don’t even know why. If I had arrived five minutes later, he would have been dead.

“Yes but that had not happened. And he’s going to be okay and he will still annoy the shit out of us, okay?” the bassist said trying to convincing himself first and then Slash.

“Yeah… but I can’t lose him.” Slash said almost crying. “ Because I’m lo..”

“Here for William Axl Rose?” a doctor interrupted the curly man.

“Yes, how is he?” Slash and Duff asked both at the same time.

“He’s stable. He lost a lot of blood and he almost didn’t make it but now it’s okay.” The doctor explained calmly.

“Can we see him?” Slash asked, his hands shaking and his heart aching to see the man he loves.

“Yeah, but only for 5 minutes and one of us has to be next to him in the next days”

The two boys thanked the doctor and went to wake up the other two.

“Axl is stable and awake and we can see him” Duff explained happily and both Steven and Izzy breathed sigh of relief. The four boys asked a nurse the singer’s room but before they could step in, Izzy blocked them.

“Listen to me. He’s going to be pretty shocked and confused so don’t start asking him question or making him uncomfortable. He’s alive and that’s what matters. Just let’s not scare him.”

Slash was a bit upset by Izzy’s words but he realized that they’ve know each other for many years and get through so much shit together so he was just being protective. He should not feel jealousy right now, so decides to push away the feeling.

They knock on the door and when they hear something similar to a groan, they enter in the room. As soon as he saw Axl, Steven rushed to hug him. The red head simply stayed still but he didn’t say anything maybe because he always had a soft spot for the drummer; Duff smiled at him trying to reassuring him and taking Steven away while the blonde had some tears in his eyes, Izzy simply looked his long time friend in the eyes ;the thing about the black haired man was the he could totally speak with his eyes. And being that reserved and quiet always helped him to recognize the others’ emotions : how Steven was scared and sad, how Duff tried to be calm but was freaking out inside and how Slash was terrified and devastated; but he couldn’t catch what Axl was thinking about. Eventually Slash entered the room but Axl fixed his gaze on the sheets, maybe too embarrassed by their talk or because seeing the dark haired man reminded him about his past actions.

Duff decided to break the silence by telling everybody a brief story of what happened at the club with a chick. Axl pretended to be interested but he was too exhausted by everything to actually care even if he appreciated his effort. But the blond punk was interrupted by a nurse who told them that their 5 minutes were over and asked who stayed at Axl’s bedside.

“Me” Slash suddenly said and Izzy gave him a glare. The other guitarist looked him into the eyes and understood what was happening. Before leaving he whispered in Slash’s ear : “ You really love him, uh?”

Slash was almost regretting offering himself to be next to Axl. His head was full of unanswered questions that only the singer could answer and also his feelings wanted him to go and kiss him but his rational part told him that it wasn’t the right moment to ask those questions or to kiss him. Now he has to let Axl know that he’s here and he will not leaving him.

Slash took the armchair and set it next to the bed. Axl was blankly staring at his hand, now covered in tubes and the bandages on his wrists; Slash hated this silence, he hated the look on the other man’s face but mostly he hated the fact that he was so powerless in this situation. He wished that he could return to be his usual calm and cool himself, maybe that Slash could have known what to do.

“How you feeling?” asked Slash. “How could he being feeling? He’s in a hospital bed after he tried to take his own life!.” Saul cursed himself mentally

"Tired” mumbled Axl.

“Then sleep, I will be here looking after you” Slash said trying to relax him.

Axl looked him confused then closed his eyes and started drifting off. He maybe would have never admitted it but he loved that promise from the curly man.

#slaxl #axl rose #slash #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #steven adler #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #fanfic #angst #angst with fluff

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𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.

brittany o’grady, 24, cis female, she/her, human | did you see the look on belle dupont’s face ? they know as well as anyone that a war is coming. i’ve heard they’re a neutral good with a reputation for being rather - distracted, - disorganized as well as + outspoken, + confident. no wonder they’re known as the bibliophile. they hail from the kingdom of villaneuve and are a civilian. i’ve heard that in the land without magic, their fable is called beauty & the beast. let’s see how long they’ll last.

ok soooo, i am going to be mixing various aspects of the original tale and the disney version in my portrayal of belle. so here it goes !

once upon a time...

belle lived in a little town in villaneuve, so small that everyone always seemed to know another’s business. and as such, her life consisted of various neighbors prying into her family matters. rumors running wild as to how her mother came to pass away. ‘ that crazy old man did it ‘ seemed to be a town favorite. even as a little girl, she was quite to defend her father, for he was not crazy he was brilliant. a brilliant inventor whom often challenged convention. something, people simply were not comfortable with. belle had never met her mother, and as such it was her father and her as a unity against the world.

she was unlike most girls in the town she grew up in. her father urged her to educate herself, to learn as much as she could. for their standing within society was low. he knew that if he could give anything to his daughter, it was the promise of a great future. and so, the little girl began to read. she ate the stories as though she were starving for more. one after the other, her heart became lighter and she had found a home within the imaginative world authors set out. weird, they called her. for enjoying the company of a book over that of a man. she did not care, what people thought or spoke about her. for they could never truly know her.

her father, had set off to a far away kingdom. wanting to demonstrate his newest invention to the royal court. it was a great honor for the family, to have been granted such an audience. belle, so proud of her father took care of the house whilst he was away. on his return, the man had been caught in a storm, stranded in the depths of a forest unknown to him. until, finally he found shelter within a building he thought to be abandoned. upon entering, he found food laid out for him, and made himself quite at home. accepting the hospitality of his unknown host. when the storm had calmed down, he packed his things together to return to his beloved daughter. spotting a beautiful rose garden. thinking to himself, that belle would appreciate one.

and so he stole from his host.

the story continues...

belle has settled within villaneuve, making herself at home in a little apartment above a book store which she opened. it is small, but comfortable-- her escape from the busy life of the kingdom. she has never been one to seek the company of other people and so this is all she could ever dream of. she often finds herself exhausted from the company of others, drawn towards having a glass of gin (anything strong tbh) after long lasting encounters with others.

headcanons...

0 1 // the blue bow which she wears in her hair, used to belong to her mother. she doesn’t remember her mother, but through the stories her father told her, she had become a live memory for belle.

0 2 // when she was a little girl, she would sit on the desk and watch her father puzzle at his inventions. when she became older she started to help him out, actually getting her hands dirty.

0 3 // her favorite works are those of fiction and adventure, which she can disappear in. she is an incredibly fast reader, and when left alone she can read books within the span of hours.

0 4 // her worst nightmare is when she dreams of actually having to marry gaston. mini gastons running around the house telling her to make them food. yikes.

0 5 // whilst she is more open minded than most in the small town she grew up in, the person whom truly taught her what it means to be accepting is the beast. she is a hypocrite as she constantly criticizes men for simply admiring her features, but when first meeting the beast she had concluded almost instantly that he was a monster without second thought.

connection ideas...

someone to share her love of literature with ! let them rant about stories and books together !

someone whom comes to her bookstore often (perhaps they know each other by name or only by that person that always comes in and asks for a specific theme of books ?)

unrequited affection (she’s just not into actually falling in love lmao could be friendzone)

best friends

a drinking buddy, oh boy does she need those.

someone she holds a grudge against for vandalizing her books (as she calls folding corners or wearing them out)

a gaston whom she loves to put in their place.

someone whom tries to corrupt her, draw her onto the dark side.

tbh anYTHING come at me and i’m probably game !

#tales.intro

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thedeaditeslayer · 5 years

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Q&A with Bruce Campbell: He’ll host his ‘Last Fan Standing’ at ECON on Saturday.

Here’s an interview from last week that we here at TDS recommend to Bruce Campbell and Evil Dead fans.

The fourth-ever EUCON: Eugene Comic Con is just around the corner, and this year it’s going to be bigger than ever, full of fresh programming and infused with new direction and energy, says artistic director Zachary Davis.

The pop-culture convention is under new management from Davis and his team at Imagination International, Inc., and they’ve wrangled a host of local, indie and big-name artists and celebrities, including actor, writer and director Bruce Campbell and his traveling game show, “Last Fan Standing.” Campbell is best known for his character Ash Williams in Sam Raimi’s “The Evil Dead” movie series, which thrust him onto the Hollywood scene in 1981.

“I want to see what Eugene’s all about as far as comic cons go. It’ll be a whole new experience,” Campbell told The Register-Guard. “I’ve only done Portland. Comic cons are the new rage now.”

Ash and “The Evil Dead” have garnered a cult following, and Campbell’s lengthy career has taken him from B-horror movies and Syfy channel movies, to recurring roles in popular ’90s TV series such as “Hercules: The Legendary Journey” and “Xena: Warrior Princess,” to roles in all three of Raimi’s blockbuster “Spiderman” movies, and a co-starring role in USA’s seven-season TV show, “Burn Notice.” He’s authored three books and is now hosting a pop-culture trivia game show, which will be played on Saturday at EUCON.

The Register-Guard interviewed Campbell by phone Tuesday from his home in Jacksonville about life in the Oregon countryside, finally laying to rest his Ash character with the cancellation of TV series “Ash v. Evil Dead,” and his pursuits as a writer, a game show host and actor. The interview has been edited for clarity and length.

Bruce Campbell: Twenty years this year. My primary residence has been Oregon for 20 years — not that I was here that much, but when I’m home this is it.

RG: Why did you choose Oregon?

B.C.: A lot of reasons. My mother dabbled in real estate in this area — she sort of retired with her husband in this area, and so I came up to visit and she faxed me some places to look around — back in the day of faxes — and this is about the third, fourth place we saw out in the country, and just the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

It’s mountain scenery and isolation and quiet. You don’t get that when you live in Los Angeles, you know. You go to work, everything’s crazy and noisy, and then you come back to L.A. everything’s crazy and noisy — there was no break. When I look out my window here, there’s nothing. There’s no lights on the mountain. There’s no noise, there’s no traffic.

We’ve been invaded by the pot growers now. We’ve gone from beer and meth as the local standbys, to weed and wine. So we’re stepping up. People with weed and wine have cash, and they tend to stimulate the local economy more than people who drink beer and do meth, with all due respect to our meth heads. Stoners don’t tend to go out and beat people up.

RG: Do you have any weird or strange stories to share about living in the country?

BC: Of course. The best reference I can tell you is my third book, “Hail to the Chin, the Further Confessions.” There’s chapters all about moving from L.A. to here — there’s all kinds of car crashes and drama and serving on jury duty. It’s a lot of simple pleasures.

’Cause my daughter is a California kid — born in Michigan, but raised in California — she came up here to visit. We did some errands, and we park at the bank, right in the lot. Go inside, there’s two guys in line — hey Joe, hey Ken — saying hi to the tellers, no ghetto glass — go outside, you gotta go to ... a place that’s usually busy, park right out front, go in, get our stuff and leave. She’s like, “So is that how it works in this town — you just sort of do stuff, and it happens?” It’s like “Yeah,” because when you’re not completely and utterly overcrowded, this is what life can be like. It’s kinda nice.

So I’ll actually never go back to civilization. Because my idea of civilization is the 24-hour available little toilets in my little town of Jacksonville. That’s how you know your town is livable. When they trust their citizens enough to have (those public bathrooms). Jacksonville is my last stop before I head out into the country, and sometimes those bathrooms are really handy. You know, lousy weather and strange times of night, you stop in there, heated, that tells me that the town trusts me enough to not totally destroy it every time I use.

But now Portland, I don’t think they have those.

RG: Now that “Ash v. Evil Dead” is officially cancelled, how do you feel about finally letting Ash go?

BC: Good. I’ve retired him. I’ve officially retired from playing that role — never done that with a character before. It feels great because it’s time to move on. I physically kind of got to the point where I can’t do that guy anymore. Hamstrings tear and they stretch, your eyes go your hearing goes, everything goes eventually. So I think it’s time to do game shows, you know? Time to put the chainsaw down — I’m a 60 year old man.

RG: Can you tell me a little bit about your game show?

BC: It is “Last Fan Standing” It is a game show for geeks. We’re going to ask how much does Thor’s hammer weigh? It’s not about history or geography, you don’t have to add a “what is” to the beginning of your answer. You just answer. And everybody plays. Everybody who walks in that door can take it on because they’re each given a voting device. (There’s) about 15 early questions ... and they vote. At the end we tally who’s got the best scores, we pick that clicker number and they’re up and running. We do two rounds of that, cook it down to two winners of each round, and then we do a seven question sort of battle to the death and somebody walks out of there with an amazing gift, which I can’t reveal. It’s too amazing.

RG: Why do you like being the host? Is it fun for you? Is it work? Is it both?

BC: No, I like tormenting people! You find out where they’re from, what these people do. We’ve had school teachers, students, college professors, tattoo artists. It’s really anybody from any walk of life, men, women, we’ve had some younger folks, so it’s been really fun taking it around to conventions and testing it out. So what we started doing this year was booking it in an actual theater like a performance arts venue, 400 or 500 seats and just doing it that way, like it’s an evening show. It’s a two-hour evening show, people realize they can have a lot of fun they can interact they can shout and holler because if our panelist can’t get the question — you’d be surprised how often they can’t even though they got up there — we throw ’em out to the audience, and I give out autographed “Bruce Bucks,” that’s fake dollar bills. Fake hundreds. So they still play, everybody plays. We’ve had some people come up, they got in the second round too. So it’s kinda crazy.

There’s come-from-behind wins the way it’s structured. My partner Steve Sellery, he’s the guy that first introduced me to this format, but ... he was doing it for military bases, it was all military trivia. I went to host a show for him so I said, “Hey, this format could work in my world.” It was really fun, these soldiers were all shouting at each other, and it was very competitive. I thought, “Man, you could do the same thing.” Three years ago, Steve called me up to see if I would host this charity show for the troops at the Fort Sam Houston base in San Antonio, Texas. And it was great. We had 600 soldiers, forced attendance, all in uniform. And this game just blew the doors off — these guys were acting like regular civilians by the end.

So we experimented there and I thought it could be taken elsewhere, and so we’ve been shopping it around, and eventually I’m going to try to get it made as an actual real TV show.

RG: So we might actually see it on air someday?

BC: That’s my goal. We’ve been honing it and refining it and tweaking it so we’re going to finish this run of performances. I’ve got three or four other cities to go, and then we’re done.

RG: So Eugeneans will have the chance to come out and see this before it really gets started?

BC: That’s right. Play it now while you still can!

RG: I heard that you consider yourself selectively retired, is that true?

BC: Selective — that’s a good way to put it. I’m not retired, it just takes more to get me off the mountaintop now.

RG: What kind of projects besides this game show project are you working on?

BC: “Lodge 49,” a new show for AMC, I just did that for their first season. I just did three episodes of that, and they’re back for another season. I’m not sure about my character, he’s mostly dead by the end of it. But you know, I’m looking for quality stuff. Paul Giamatti, he’s one of the producers, the writing was great, they just had really good people working on this show, and that’s kind of what I’m looking for. I’m not really looking for more movies for the Syfy channel.

RG: No more of those, huh?

BC: I think I’m good. I think I’ve done with my last “Alien Apocalypse.”

RG: What are some of the things you actually pay attention to and are interested in as far as pop culture, since we’re going to be at comic con. What are some things that grab your attention?

BC: Not much. I’m an entertainer. My job is to entertain. I don’t have to know what the answers to these questions are, and I don’t. I don’t know the answers to them. I watched very mainstream stuff as a kid. My buddy Sam Raimi actually read “Spiderman” comics. I read a comic called “Sad Sack.” The guy was a loser grunt in WWII. He was always peeling potatoes. That’s what I was more interested in, the stories of the average schmoe, which is why Ash appealed to me, because he had no special skills. He was just his guy who worked at S-Mart.

That’s what appealed to me, playing real characters and, you know, acting in modern day movies is a very special skill, it’s very technical, and I got tired of looking at tennis balls on sticks. There’s the monster! Now it’s over here — OK 3-2-1 — shake the camera and blow the thing and hit the blood! You know, none of it is just letting a scene play out. Whenever you have any kind of monster fighting or special effects, you go shot by shot, not scene by scene, and it can be very disconcerting. You don’t know where you are in the piece of this big puzzle. It gets a little boring.

RG: One of my favorite films I think I’ve seen you in is “Bubba Ho-Tep.”

BC: Yeah it’s a cool little movie.

RG: What is one of your favorite roles acting?

BC: Well that’s more for the pundits but Bubba was top five, “Evil Dead” movies top 5, like the Hercules and Xena character, Autolycus, King of Thieves... a lot of kids spent their Saturdays watching those shows. “The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.” was a very brief one-off but really cool, ahead of its time, kind of steampunk western, so there’s been some fun stuff.

The longer you hang around, good stuff shows up. And you learn what not to look for anymore. And you learn the warning signs of trouble. Like when you make a couple of bad movies, you log in the back of your mind, why they were so bad, even yourself included, and you say to yourself, “OK, how do we avoid that?” But as a young actor you just say yes to everything. So it’s just a matter of being pickier now. Way pickier.

RG: What is the worst movie experience you’ve had?

BC: Well, it’s no fun pointing those out, but I would just say that it’s usually a combination... I’ll give you one example where I said no and I’m glad I did. Sci-fi script comes in. Tons of effects. Tons of action. You know, this, that and the other thing. So I say to myself, “OK yeah, you’re going to really need a journeyman director, that’s a lot of moving parts, to pull this off.” OK, who’s directing? It’s a first-time guy who wrote the script. Right there the bells go off. And you go, “First-time guy, who’s going to handle this...?” As my own director, I go, this would be challenging to someone with experience. And writers generally, in my opinion, make terrible directors because they have no sense of how a set works and they’re not great communicators because they sit in front of a frickin’ monitor all day long. ... Then I go, “OK, First-Time Guy, I get it. How long is this shoot?” And I know from knowing production what is a long shoot, what is a medium shoot and what is a short shoot, and they go, “Three weeks.” I’m like, “I’m out.” ... Because the producers now, now I blame the producers, they need to give this guy the most amount of time he possibly has. So that combo platter right there, I went “Pass. Just pass. Not interested.” So that’s what you learn. Years ago I’d say yes and then you go, “Geez what a ... fight that was,” you know what I mean?

RG: Do you think Ash’s ‘everyman’ qualities have maintained the popularity of the “Evil Dead” series?

BC: Yeah. Because people are shouting at the screen “You idiot, what are you doing?” You know he makes horrible mistakes because it’s not his job, he’s not a superhero, wasn’t born to it even though, in some ancient books, his picture is in it. So, it was fun to play the normal guy but then know that there were spiritual undertones, which is kind of cool. Because he is there to save the world. He’s been foretold as ‘The Guy.’ We were glad to be able to go back and revisit it with more experience, because the irony of my life is that I’m best known for the role of Ash in the first “Evil Dead” movie where I had no experience. So it’s nice to go back and go, “OK ... it’s 25 years later, I got some skills now. Now let’s take on this character and try and blow him into a three-dimensional character out of a two-dimensional situation.” So that’s what it was fun about it. But it was difficult because we’re older. Things tear.

RG: Well, it’s a very high-action TV show.

BC: Very much so, I had the hardest-working stuntman in show business, Raicho Vasilev.

RG: And you got to work with Lucy Lawless, how was that?

BC: Well it’s always great, always has been, for 20 years I’ve worked with her. She’s one of the good ones, as they say. Lee Majors as my dad? Who can top that? Frickin’ Bionic Man is my dad.

RG: What is it like having this celebrity status attributed to you as one of the most popular B-movie actors, what do you think about that?

BC: It’s impossible for me to quantify it. It’s not for me to say. It’s always nice to not wallow in obscurity — I didn’t get into the business to do that. But you don’t know where it’s going to go. That’s why you’ve got to be mellow about the whole thing. I have no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow in this industry, and it’s changing all the time: the way they make movies, the way they deliver them, the types of movies they’re making. I think I’m just going to enter into the game show phase of my career and see where it goes.

RG: What do you think it is about you that has built such a loyal fanbase, especially with the “Evil Dead?”

BC: Just relatable characters. You’ve got to have a character people will relate to. There’s some actors who will remain nameless who — they don’t let you in. Their performance won’t let you into their world. They’re putting up a sheen. And I think it’s all fine and pretty to look at, but you know, you got to have more. There’s got to be more to it, even an idiot like Ash. You’ve got to have more to it. That’s why we introduced Ash’s daughter. We meet his family, we start to play on a little bit bigger reason why he’s here, what his purpose is. When you look at someone on screen I think you want to go, “Wow, God, I’d love to have a beer with that guy,” or if it’s a woman, “Man, what a great girlfriend she would be.” Stuff like that. It’s just a personal thing too, and every actor evolves into whoever they are by a certain set of circumstances. Some good, some bad.

RG: In the latest phase of your career you’ve turned to writing books. Why become a writer? What is it about writing that you like?

BC: I love books because there’s no shifts. You make a movie, and especially a high-price movie, there’s a lot of people with opinions who are very bossy all the time. And they will hound you about the smallest little things, little changes, and they have to justify their positions as assistant this or executive this or sub-pseudo-quasi this. And when you write a book, you know, I get on the phone with my editor, and they go, “Hey this one chapter, you sound a little pissed off, was that what you want?” I go, “Yeah, I can tone that down.” And I’d tone it down, it’d take about 20 minutes and then I’m done and we never have another word.

I spent more time with my lawyer than my editor because of the (crap) that they care about. But the process is really great, it’s really rewarding creatively, and financially they don’t (mess) around. They know how to add and subtract in publishing. For some reason in movies they’ve forgotten the ability to add and subtract. It’s a much more straightforward — you call someone in publishing, they call you back. You call someone in movies, you know it’s like their assistant will get back to you a week later, and they’ll run by three dates of where they could have a conversation. You know, just call me back. So I like the old-school nature of publishing. It’s getting pretty modern, but the people involved are very straightforward. They’re in it for the literature, not for the limousines....

RG: So do you write at your Oregon home?

BC: Yes. I have an office that’s just about completed. I’m so excited it’s just about impossible to be patient. It’s a brand-new setup where I can get busy in 2019. There’s going to be a lot of writing in 2019.

RG: What can we look forward to?

BC: New book. I’m going to tour in 2020, it’s a book of essays, it’ll be something a little different. If you want to be a real writer you can’t just talk about the wacky times you got dumped with blood on a film set.

RG: Well that was probably a pretty good starting point, they say write what you know about.

BC: Now I’m going to write what I don’t know about.

#Bruce Campbell #Last Fan Standing #Ash vs Evil Dead #Ash vs. Evil Dead #Evil Dead

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Culture and Translation - S01 E04

Slowly getting through these, although they’re out of order. I’ll post an index when I’m done with season 1. 🤦‍♂️

CLIP 1: A wild mom appears

22:30 is a perfectly cromulent time to have dinner in Spain, but ngl, I’d have it a bit earlier on a school night. Eva’s supposed to be at school at 8:30.

Eva is eating the Hacendado store-brand “natillas de vainilla” from Mercadona (vanilla custard). Lol can you imagine that Skam España gets enormous, and people from abroad make trips to Mercadona because of Skam España?

Pesada (“annoying”): Okay, I love “pesada” because it literally translates as “heavy,” but it actually means that someone is being annoying/nagging to the point where it feels tiring to put up with them. There’s an idiom in Spanish: “eres más pesado que una vaca en brazos” (you’re heavier than carrying a cow bridal-style) and I find the visual hilarious.

CLIP 2: Carrying their bags for some reason

This clip dropped at 11:39, but the characters are all carrying their bags and backpacks. You don’t take your backpack out for recess. You leave it in the classroom and take the valuable stuff with you. We don’t have lockers.

Ni de reojo (“Not even a glance”): Looking at someone “de reojo” is looking at them from the corner of your eyes, but that’d have been too long.

Bien, normal (“Good, fine”): In Spain we often use “normal” to respond to small talk (how are you doing, what’s the weather like, how was dinner with your family, stuff like that). I went with fine, as I haven’t really heard “normal” being used that way in English.

CLIP 3: Are these our biology buddies?

I do like the juxtaposition of Eva telling Nora everything is fine, only for Eva to UNLOAD on Lucas the very next clip.

I can’t watch this clip without remembering that I did the Social Sciences track of Baccalaureate, and yet, I had to translate a fucking optical microscope exercise for Skam. This fucking show.

Es que es muy heavy, Eva (“You crossed a line, Eva”): I also really like the Spanish slang “heavy.” It comes from heavy metal, and it’s meant to bring to mind the intensity of the harder heavy metal bands. And hey! It shows up on Urban Dictionary with the same meaning: Serious and intense, but also too much. I think this might be outdated slang in the US?

Y yo estaba rayada (“And I was going crazy”): I’m pretty sure that to be “rayado” comes from “discos rayados,” i.e. skipping records. When you’re “rayado,” you are stuck on a specific thought or emotion to the point of obsession or being unable to move past it. It’s NOT “sounding like a broken record,” as in English, because being “rayado” is internal. You’re stuck on a continuous loop within your own mind. It comes up several times throughout the show, and I’m pretty sure I used a different expression each time because nothing felt quite right.

Tú qué vas a decir (“Like you’d say anything different”): The literal translation would be, “what are you going to say.” However, that sounded like it could be a question, even a rhetorical one, when Eva is throwing Lucas’ words back in his face.

CLIP 4: Carrot cake

Carrot cake is a relatively new import in Spain. I think it’s trendy for coffee shops to have it on their menus now. Since it’s so recent, it was adopted with its English name, rather than the Spanish translation. This also applies to brownies, pancakes (which were actually called “tortitas” for a while, but now it’s become trendier to call them pancakes), muffins and cupcakes.

Aquí os quedáis (“I’m out”): Lucas actually says, “you stay here,” but the connotation is that Lucas is leaving because he’s Done with Eva and Jorge. Eva and Jorge can choose to stay or leave or do whatever, but Lucas is leaving and not taking Eva and/or Jorge with him.

Que aproveche, chicos (“Enjoy, you two”): Enjoy, as in enjoy your meal, of course! “Chicos” could be translated as “kids,” and when the teachers use it, I do translate it as kids. But the waitress is calling Eva and Jorge “chicos” just because they’re younger than her, not because she’s calling them children. You are either young enough to be “chicos” or old enough to be “señores.”

I mean, if Lucas is going to parent trap them, he could’ve at least paid for the cake. This entrapment with an unpaid bill is kinda rude!

CLIP 5: Nailing Viri

Eva has a palmera in her hand! See Wikipedia for info on this supposedly palm leaf-shaped pastry. The picture captioned “Pig’s ears” is closer to the one Eva has in this clip,

Un clavo saca otro clavo (“there are other fish in the sea”): The literal translation is, “a nail takes out other nail,” as in, the construction kind of nail. The connotations of both sayings are a little different. “There are other fish in the sea” has the connotation that you’ve been dumped, but there are plenty of people in the world for you to explore. “A nail takes out another nail” can mean you’ve been dumped or that your love is unrequited, and that the only way to get over it is to find someone new asap. I also found a debate in a translation forum over whether the nail in the idiom means a dick, as in, only by hopping on another dick you can get over the previous dick, and I can honestly say I have no idea if the idiom is about dicks or not.

Viri con la mierda (“Viri with the junk”): Viri actually says “Viri with the shit.” Haha. This girl squad is so gentle and well-spoken.

Quick note on grades: Grades can be 0 to 10, where 10 is the highest grade. You pass with a 5. Anything under 5 is a “failing” grade. 5 through 5.99 is a “passing” grade. 6 through 6.99 is a “good” grade. 7 through 8.99 is a “notable” grade. 9 through 10 is an “excellent” grade. Once you’re in university, you can also get an “honor roll” grade. Only one or two students can get that grade on a specific course. As far as I know, “honor roll” does not exist as a grade in Spanish primary schools, middle schools or high schools.

Encima se pica (“She goes and gets ticked off”): “Picar” literally translates to “to itch” or “to sting” (such as a bee or a wasp sting). If something “te pica” in the slang sense, it means something has offended you, and the speaker thinks it shouldn’t have. There’s a saying, “si te pica, te rascas,” which translates to, “if it itches, then scratch yourself.” It means that if the tea has been too hot, you don’t get to lash out, you need to deal with it. Cris is indignant that she’s trying to help Viri out by telling her the truth straight up, and Viri is offended, instead of grateful.

Una chica de cuarto (“A fourth grader”): Fourth grader as in being in her fourth year of Mandatory Secondary Education! A grade below the girl squad.

CLIP 6: Underage drinking

I don’t know where that tunnel is, and I desperately want to know. On that note, I was so fucking chuffed when the clip came out. I really didn’t think they’d even attempt a street drinking scene. They obviously had to have it a secluded place in order to keep the shooting a secret, but it works.

Okay, so my personal take on the call to prayer scene is this. The clip dropped at 20:07 on the 6th of October, and Isha (the fifth prayer) happened at 19:08 at the very latest. (There are several methods of calculation.) So Amira probably did pray before meeting up with the girls. However, once she took in their initial reactions, Amira might’ve wanted to see exactly how badly the girls would take it, so she pushed a bit harder. Committing to praying five times a day might also be new for Amira, and so she might’ve wanted to test those waters. Ngl, asking her to do it somewhere where nobody sees Amira is with them is pretty fucking bad.

A buenos días (“Good morning”): Jorge is doing one of his voices here. I guess he sounds a little like a rural old man. And yes, he says “good morning” even though it’s visibly dark outside the tunnel, lol.

There’s a conversation happening below the camera line and a bit aways from the mics. It’s hard to catch all of it, But Lucas drops the bag with the ice cubes and tells people to help themselves. Dilan grabs ice cubes with his bare hands, and Hugo calls him out for being gross. Dilan asks Hugo why he minds. Tbf to Dilan, a botellón is usually a gross affair with drinks being spilled, vomit, and sometimes piss, so touching the ice with your hands is small potatoes in comparison, lol.

Verdad o atrevimiento (“Truth or Dare”): For the record, the version I played was called Beso, Verdad o Atrevimiento (Kiss, Truth or Dare). I guess there’s a larger English language influence that’s made it more authentic to drop the Kiss option from the name, if not from the dares themselves.

Va lanzada (“going for it”): Lucas says Cris is “lanzada,” which literally translates to being launched, or going as fast as something being launched. Such as a rocket, for instance.

Pa mala yo (“I’m the badass”): Cris is quoting the Aitana and Ana Guerra song Lo Malo, which comes up again later in the season. The gist of the quote is that Cris has no need for bad boys, when she can be a bad girl herself.

Le dio un amarillo (“she had a whitey”): In case you’ve never heard of “a whitey” before, you can find a detailed explanation on Urban Dictionary, which corresponds 1:1 with the Spanish expression. I had to do a lot of research to find the best translation, so pls appreciate!

Fue muy borde contigo (“He was an ass to you”): “Borde” is yet another classic Spanish slang words. To be “borde” is to be rude for no reason. While it’s slang. It’s not a swear word, and it’s not rude to use. I went with “ass” as I figured it comes across as softer than “asshole.”

CLIP 7: Safety considerations are ignored

Both this clip and the clip before (which dropped at 20:07) generated a discussion in Spanish fandom spaces, specifically about when Spanish teens go out and what their curfews are. Lots of people felt Eva and her friends are going out too early and going back home early, as well. Part of the discussion has to do with something the remakes have shied away from: dropping clips at ungodly hours. As some might remember, during Isak’s season, clips would drop at 3 am because Isak was insomniac. So far, the remakes have held back on dropping clips during hours the target audience may not be awake to react to them, generate discussion on social media, etc.

Spanish people have a (not unearned) reputation of starting the party after dinner time (so 22:00-23:00) until dawn. That said, every teen has their own set of parents with their own set of rules. Personally, I didn’t have a curfew, but we were generally partied out by 4 am.

That said, if I’d been as wasted as Eva is in this clip, I’d have headed home at midnight, sure. Mostly ‘cause I’d have wanted to nap it out.

It makes me smile that Eva and Jorge are jay-walking. There’s no penalty for doing so in Spain, by the way. And especially in small towns or villages, where traffic is light and sidewalks not wide enough for more than one person, it is far more common for people to walk down the middle of the road, rather than using the sidewalks.

I don’t understand how Eva’s house works, by the way. That door makes it look like Eva lives in a detached house with a front yard, a fence and a gate. But we know from other clips that you can show up at Eva’s front door without needing to be let in through a gate. Also, there’s no window by the gate. You can definitely see a window by the door in the final clip.

My friends were shocked and appalled that Jorge would leave without ensuring Eva got inside her house safely, since she was so drunk and it’s past midnight. Grudges have been held.

The gagging noises at the 18:54 mark are poetic cinema.

#culture and translation #skam españa #skam spain #skames #skamesp

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lesbianstarkx · 6 years

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Fellow Knight - Colossus x Reader

In which reader finally convinces Colossus to drink at a party at Sister Margarets. Kinda shitty, but it’s the product of my incoherent brain at 3:00am ;) I love requests, so if there’s a Colossus or Cable one that you want, feel free to send em my way!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, but no detail

Colossus was always careful. So fucking careful that it could border on annoying for most people, but for you, it was one of the many reasons you liked him so much.

You had learned while dating him that, because of said careful nature, he wasn’t much of a party person. You, on the other hand, definitely were, whenever it was with the right people. Neena, Weasel, Nate, Wade, Vanessa, Dopinder, you, and Colossus all at Sister Margaret’s? Yes please. Colossus really just hung around to be with you, and make sure that no one was killed or seriously injured.

But tonight? Tonight was going to be much different. You had been begging Colossus for weeks to get drunk at least one night. Cable never really got drunk at the parties, so Colossus was ready to go to town whenever he wanted to, if he ever wanted to. And you, persistent as ever, desperately wanted to see your gigantic boyfriend drunk. It had taken you a good fifteen minutes of silent treatment, but you finally got Piotr to agree. ————————————————— “I bet you’re a loud drunk!” “y/n, please.” “No, a clumsy drunk! Oh, Weasel will hate you.” “I’m not getting drunk.” “Come on, Piotr! Please? I bet you miss drinking.” You paused. “Come to think of it, did you ever drink?” “When I was young, yes.” “Then why not now?” He let out a long sigh and wrapped his arm around you, eyes fixated on the tv, where the movie you had been watching was still playing. “Because I’m not young anymore.” “Oh, so you’re calling me old, huh?” You scoffed in feigned offense. “No!” His head shot over to you, “I would never, detka. I am just saying that I have responsibilities now and getting drunk isn’t one of them.” “But can you imagine the fun we’d have?” You asked, turning to him as he turned to look back at the tv. You smirked and began tracing the lines in his muscles slowly, biting your lip. “You could forget about those responsibilities. And you know how flirty I get whenever I’m drunk, can you imagine the both of us drunk? I’d be all over you, and you’d just laugh and we’d stumble somewhere together, and I—“ “y/n.” His arm around you suddenly tightened and he pulled you to sit in his lap in front of him, an eyebrow raised. Your face flushed gently pink and you smiled, fully expecting to get your way. “I said no, my love.” Dammit. There goes your whole world crashing down. Time for brat mode to kick in. “But why?” You whined, huffing as you pushed his arm off of you and flopped back down beside him. “You never want to do anything fun.” Despite the whiny attitude, you still stayed cuddled up to him to make sure he wouldn’t get too worried. “Of course I do, detka. Just not get drunk, especially around Wade.” No response. He didn’t think anything of it and turned back to the tv to continue watching the movie. Five minutes later, he laughed and asked, “What was that characters name again?” No response. He looked down at you and nudged you gently to make sure you were awake, and whenever he seen you were, he sighed. “Silent treatment?” No response. With a sigh, he went back to watching, doing his best not to let it get to him too much. Ten minutes later, his leg was beginning to shake, and you knew he was about to crack. Not even a second later and he blurted, “Okay! Okay. I will drink with you tomorrow night. Better?” You perked up at that, laughing as you grabbed his face and pulled him into a big kiss. “Perfect, thank you,” you said, then laid back down to snuggle up against him, content as ever. You could practically feel Colossus roll his eyes at you, but you knew it wasn’t out of a place of true annoyance.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, you big baby.” ———————————————— So. Here you were. On your way to Sister Margaret’s, practically bouncing in your seat. You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like if he were drunk, and you were terribly excited to figure out. Would he be an angry drunk? That was a dumb question. Not a bone in his body was inherently angry. A giggly drunk? Oh, you hoped so. You loved his little laugh. A flirty drunk? Another good option. A clumsy drunk? Weasel had let you purposely slip in water last week, so that was another good option. The bar would be wrecked. “Weasel let you what, y/n?” Oh. Had you been saying all this out loud? “Nothing, sweetie.” You patted his arm gently, your eyes lighting up as Dopinder pulled up to Sister Margaret’s. Everyone else had already arrived. “Look, we’re here!” You wasted no time jumping out and running in, pushing the doors open dramatically to get everyone’s attention. “Weasel, get the best foreign vodka you have out. My man is drinking tonight!” Weasel shrugged and turned to grab a bottle, while Colossus ducked his head to step inside, shaking it gently at you. Dopinder followed after. “I should have you know that I am not a lightweight, y/n.” He said, putting a hand on your back gently, which is as far as he normally went with PDA on his end. You smiled as you looked up at him. “Are you challenging me?” Before he could respond, Wade had already made his way over, immediately offering you the most enthusiastic high-five he had to give. “So, you finally got metal dick to agree to drink, huh? Welcome to the real world, buddy!” He smacked Colossus’s arm gently, the side he went for quickly morphing into metal before Wade could touch him. He wasn’t phased. “Man, I hope he’s a horny drunk! I wanna see what a metal boner looks like first hand.” “Well, it—“ You began, but Colossus quickly cut you off, pushing you gently towards the bar. “So, how about those drinks?” — A few hours into the night and you and Piotr both were completely shit-faced. He was a giggly and flirty drunk, much to your pleasure, which matched you perfectly. You loved being able to hear him laugh so much and how loose he became whenever he was drunk. It wasn’t your Piotr, but drunk you was having fun with him nonetheless. “Who would win in an arm wrestling match between you and…Nathan?” You had asked, giggling, which had caused Piotr to giggle with you and pull you down for a clumsy kiss. “Me, by far.” “What about me and you?” You asked, leaning against him dizzily. You felt his arm wrap around you and you smiled. Even when he was drunk, he was still careful when it came to your well-being. “Mmmmm,” He dragged out the noise, then made a popping noise with his mouth whenever he found the answer, “You, moya lyubov'.” “What?” You pulled back slightly, taken aback. “Nathan would lose and I wouldn’t? Crazy.” “You are my weakness.” He buried his face in your neck as you both laughed. He was a cute drunk, too. His cheeks were flushed a bright pink, with little hints of metal coming through here and there that weren’t terribly noticeable, but made him shine nonetheless. You were sure he thought you were just as beautiful. You giggled more at the thought. “Okay, okay, I have an announcement to make!” You pulled back and yelled suddenly, booping Piotr’s nose gently before you climbed onto the bar counter. “Ladies! Gentleman! Please,” you stumbled a little, but quickly regained your footing and laughed, “All I have to say is..” Long pause. You even had Cable’s attention, who was sipping on a whiskey in the corner, looking miserable as always. Then, “Penis!” Wade immediately cheered, clapping and whistling as everyone else laughed, including Piotr. You bowed before you began to attempt your way down, but before you could, your foot caught a slick spot of spilled something and you lost balance, immediately bracing yourself to fall down and bust your ass on the ground. But before you could, you landed on something else. Something else hard? Your eyes opened and you laughed whenever you were met with Piotr, who actually didn’t look worried for once, but was laughing with you, although he was in full defense mode and covered in organic metal from head to toe. “Oh, my knight in shining armor. You saved me.” “Do I get a reward, princess?” “No, gross.” You rolled off of him, wrinkling your nose. “I’m not a princess, I’m a knight too!” You posed righteously and Colossus laughed, doing the same pose as you. “But, one more shot of tequila and I might just be willing to let you take me home.” “Oh?” “What, can’t handle anymore?” You challenged, putting a hand on your hip.

“Moya lyubov', I could drink this entire bar and still be able to carry you home over my shoulder and...” He leaned forward, whispering something (evidently too loud, considering how interested Wade looked watching the two of you) in your ear, and your face turned even more pink, as if that were possible. “Several more shots it is then, fellow knight!”

#colossus #colossus x reader #piotr rasputin #piotr rasputin x reader #reader insert #deadpool

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nations-imagined · 6 years

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America

The bar was crappy, and the rooms upstairs were worse. Yet, it was all you could afford on your cheap budget, and it was worse with the war raging on in Europe. The beer in your hand was so bad that you spit it out as soon as it touched your lips. “Water, please,” you said to the bartender.

“That bad, huh?” the guy beside you said. You glanced over to the blonde boy who probably wasn’t even old enough to be sitting in the bar. He lifted his own glass filled with water. “Join the club.”

“Aren’t you a little too young to be in here?” you asked with suspicious eyes as the bartender sat down your water. “You cannot be a day over 17.”

He smiled, and one thing was certain, his smile could make angels sing and women automatically fall in love with him. “I’m 19, actually.” You noticed a tiny dimple. “Bu you were close enough.”

“Okay, so what’s a big 19 year old man doing here?” The taste of beer was still on our tongue. “What’s the point if you can’t even drink?”

He nodded his head back at a group of rather drunk guys in the corner. They were singing a song. “Because of them, and because there are pretty girls like you in crummy places like this.” You laughed. “I’m Alfred.” he held out his hand.

“(Y/n).” You took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Alfred. Where are you from.”

His smile somehow grew in size. “I grew up in DC, but, recently, I’ve been living in Kentucky.” He took another sip of water. “What about you?”

“Ah, everywhere. I just got off a train from Memphis yesterday.” You shyly look at the ground. “Before that, it was Birmingham, and before that, New Orleans.” You look up to see him intently listening. “I’m thinking Cincinnati next, or wherever I get stuck.”

Alfred tilted his head. “Why have you moved around so much?” His look expressed concern.

It was a personal piece of information, but he was nice and easy to trust. “Oh, well, my fiancé signed up to join the army. I didn’t support the war. He went to Europe, and I stayed here. I guess we broke it off somewhere along the line.” It was hard for tears not to well up in your eyes. “There was no reason for me to stay, so I hopped on the first train out of there.” You wiped at your eyes. “Last time I talked to my folks, they told me that he married some girl that he met in Italy.”

He gently touched your shoulder. Alfred and everyone else in the bar could tell that you were upset. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Guess you don’t care much for soldiers, do you?”

“I don’t care for anything to do with the war effort.” You traced your finger around the rim of your water glass. “I don’t see why we throw bodies at people to try and stop them, or why someone would want to be that body. I think whoever signs up is just being bull-headed. Hitler can just suck it. You get me, right?”

Alfred’s smile faltered a little. “I can see where you’re coming from.” His sparkly blue eyes stared off into space. “I signed up for the draft, but I signed up to be in the air force before they could stick me in the army.” He glanced over to you. “So, I guess I’m bull-headed.”

His words sunk in. “I’m sorry for saying that. I would’ve never have guessed that you were a soldier.” You hung your head. “I’m just really bitter about it all.”

He laughed, and you knew that no harm had been done. “Any sane person would be,” he said as he leaned closer to you.

You caught a whiff of his cologne, and he smelled really good. You felt bad for being attracted to a kid who wasn’t even 20 yet, but you weren’t much older. That made it better in your mind. “I think that we may be the only sober patrons in this bar.” You let the hem of your skirt go up your leg a little, and then you crossed your legs.

Alfred looked around and laughed. “You may be right about that one.” There were crow’s feet beside of his eyes. “Hey, where are you staying?”

“I’m actually renting a room just upstairs. That’s why I haven’t found a bar with better beer yet.” You had forgotten all about your drinks at this point. “Want to join me upstairs?”

He looked back at his buddies, and then he looked at you. They way you sat and the small, inviting smile drove him crazy in the best way possible. “Yes, of course.” You had never seen someone stand up as fast as he did, or someone as excited.

“Alright, follow me.” You stood and proceeded to lead him upstairs. He almost fell down the stairs a few times as he jogged up the stairs behind you.

Your room was the second one out of the three rooms upstairs. It felt like it took forever for you to unlock the door. “You can put your coat on that chair right there,” you told Alfred as you shut the door behind the two of you.

When you turned around, you were met with soft lips. You felt guilty for falling into the kiss, but it was too good and he was too hot. Alfred wrapped his strong arms around you as the kiss came to an end.

“Wow,” you breathed, “you’re really good at that.” He grinned before kissing you again.

His kisses were sweet and gentle at first, but they soon became needy and passionate. Around that time, you’re pushing his coat off and clumsily unbuttoning his shirt as he is working on the buttons of your shirt.

You run your hands over his chest when his shirt was discarded on the ground. He’s built with muscles that one could only get in training. You move your hands so that they tangle in his golden locks.

Alfred threw you onto the bed. He hovered over top of you before ripping your skirt off. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s fine.” You barely had any time to speak before he slid your underwear off, leaving only your bra on. “You’re forgetting something.” You reached behind and unclasped it. “That’s better.” He sat there, his mouth agape at the sight of a naked woman in front of him. “What, never seen a naked woman before?”

Alfred shook his head. “No, this is a first.” He then started to undo his belt.

“Wait.” Alfred stopped what he was doing. “You’re a virgin?” He nodded. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“(Y/n), I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You looked at him, with his tan skin. He was hot, and it was really hard to resist. “Okay. Continue.”

He smiled and pulled his pants off, leaving him in only his underwear, which left very little to the imagination. The bulge in his pants made you squirm in anticipation while he kissed down your neck to your chest. You then pulled his underwear down for him.

Alfred positioned himself. “You sure?” You nodded and gripped his arm as he sunk into you. He released a moan and a small, “Goddamn.” His strokes were slow.

You moaned a bit at his length. “You can speed up, you aren’t going to break me.”

He looked at you before picking up the pace. Alfred planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. You moaned into it and raised you legs a little while arching your back. He stopped for a minute to pull out, grab your legs, and throw them over your shoulders.

Then he was back at it. You let out a small squeal. His grunts and your low moans filled the room. You threw your hands over your head. Alfred took this as an opportunity to take your boobs in his hands. He gave them a playful squeeze before rolling the nipple in his fingers.

His thrusts were becoming more sporadic, and your moans were becoming louder. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he whispered. You grabbed his sides and dragged your nails across his torso.

One thrust hit your g-spot, and then he kept hitting it. A knot had been growing in your stomach before that, and then you released. The feeling of you clenching around him caused him to continue for no more than three seconds before pulling out and coming all over your stomach.

His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his chest heaved. You didn’t look any better. Alfred fell on the bed beside you and smiled. “That was awesome!” He threw his arms in the air in victory. Alfred rolled over so that he faced you.

“It was pretty great,” you agreed.

His eyes trailed down your body. “Let me get something to clean you up with.” He stood and looked around before grabbing a dirty towel off of the ground and wiping your stomach. He threw the towel to the side afterward and laid back down.

You threw the cover over the both of you. “So, how long are you going to be here?” you asked. “Because I could definitely do that again.”

Alfred traced his fingers on your bare skin. “About that.” His eyes were sad. “I’m being deployed to Pearl Harbor tomorrow.” He looked over you and at the clock. “In fact, I need to leave soon.”

Realization struck you as he pulled you close to him. He kissed the top of your head before getting of bed and getting dressed. As he put his coat on, he turned around. “If you ever find yourself in DC after the war, look me up.” With that, he let himself out.

You looked at the clock a few minutes after you left. It was only a little past midnight. You stood up, threw on your clothes that you were wearing earlier, and rushed down to the bar area.

“Can I make a call?” you asked the bartender. He didn’t pay attention to your disheveled appearance. He nodded and lifted the bar so you could step back there.

Quickly, you dialed the operator and asked for the train station. “Yes, hello,” you said, “I would like to know when the next train west leaves.”

#female #nsfw?#aph america #aka my boi #I'm sorry that there's so much dialouge #I also apologize for the bad quality #it was never supposed to be this

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writewithurheart · 6 years

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Drinking Alone

for @jackkellyssweetheart. Inspired by a Star Wars rewatch marathon.

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Han Solo stared at his drink and glances around the bar. He’s late. Joreth Sward, his monthly drinking buddy is late. From their first meeting two years ago, Joreth hasn’t been late once. They’d always meet here, in the corner of the bar and exchange stories from the far reaches of the galaxy.

Things had changed last month. Joreth had shown up with a woman, a woman who was all fierce eyes and sharp tongue. She’d threatened him with a blaster when he’d hit on her and Joreth had just chuckled. It had been an odd meeting. The two of them - she’d introduced herself as Tanith Something - had been searching for someone. He hadn’t known anything helpful. All he really remembers is Tanith drinking him and Chewie under the table.

Then when Joreth left, he did something odd. He slipped Han a holodisc and said “If you don’t see me next month, make sure this gets to Alderaan.”

It was an unusual request. It seemed to immediately sober up Tanith as well as Joreth. The holodisc had burned a hole in his pocket ever since. He’d dropped a whole cargo load of Jabba’s last shipment, but that damned disc was still in his pocket, even if he’s not sure why.

Heck, he can’t wait for Joreth to walk through those doors so he can finally rid himself of the disc. He knows Joreth wasn’t want he pretended to be. The man wasn’t a smuggler, but Han had found a kindred spirit in him.

He taps a credit against the table and Chewie growls next to him.

“He’s coming,” Han insists, just as irritated, looking up to see an old man and a kid walk into the bar. He sighs. Nope. They both know that it’s already been too long. Joreth isn’t coming.

It’s not until he’s at the Rebel Alliance headquarters, until he’s handed over the holodisc, that he learns the truth. The disc belongs to one Captain Cassian Andor of Rebel Intelligence. He’d been grooming Han to turn him into a Rebel asset. It’s the anger over that discovery that prompts him to get out of there as soon as he has his reward money. He and Chewie are half a lightyear away before Han can finally admit to himself that he knew there was something about Joreth all along.

It’s another fifteen minutes before he admits that it doesn’t matter and he can’t leave the kid to fight a giant moon-sized warship without back up. Oh, he’s definitely crazy, but he turns the ship around, cursing Joreth to the worst garbage planet he can imagine.

When all is said and done, he sits in a bar, medal pinned to his chest and orders two drinks. They told him what happened to Joreth - Cassian - and his crew. That they died to get those plans.

“You’re a son of a bitch, Joreth, but you were a good friend.” He clinks his glass against the spare and empties one.

“That’s not much of a toast.”

Han turns to glare at the woman who sits on the stool beside him. She snags the extra drink and stares a moment before throwing it back. “He is a bastard, isn’t he?”

“You’re the girl,” Han mutters, signalling another from the bartender. “Tanith.”

She grins at him. “Jyn, actually. Jyn Erso.”

Han nods. “Another spy.”

“Nah,” she says. “Subtlety isn’t my forte.”

“It really isn’t.”

Han whips around at the familiar voice, nearly falling off his stool as his eyes land on his old drinking buddy. “You Son of a- You survived!”

Seemingly against his will, Han throws his arms around Joreth and an instant later pulls back. You bastard! You were using me for information!”

His hand curls into a fist, fully prepared to start a fight before Jyn steps between them. “Can’t let you do that, Solo. He’s still recuperating.”

Han huffs and sits back down, glaring half-heartedly at the couple. “Yeah, well, this round’s on you.”

Cassian laughs and takes his seat, a wince barely suppressed as his hand goes to his side. “Claro que si.”

“Yeah, yeah, just admit you’re happy to get your drinking buddy back, Solo,” Jyn quips as she takes up her seat again, clinking her glass against Han’s.

He doesn’t say anything, but neither does he cover the smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Because, yeah, this is definitely better than drinking alone.

#star wars fic #star wars #rogue one #han solo #rebelcaptain #if you squint #may the fic be with you #inspired by a rewatch of a new hope

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theunholygrails · 7 years

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Milestones pt. 2

More family adventures with you, Spencer, little Maximilian, and the new addition!

This was completely unprecedented and unlikely to be recreated anytime soon, but now for the second Milestones installment because I was overcome by more familial feels and needed to get them out.

Also, thanks to Mr. Stevie Wonder for the song.

Milestones pt. 1

Masterlist

Spencer had gasped gale-force when you broke the news to him. Eyes wide, hands grasped in his hair, spinning once in a frantic circle before running over to crush you in a hug.

A girl! There was gonna be a little Miss Reid!

You prepared Max well for the new addition to your family, reading all the right books and talking it out as you took the second pregnancy in stride with a little more ease than the first. You and Spencer scoured and debated names back and forth as vigorously as with little unborn Maximilian and it was you who finally breathed the perfect name into your quiet bedroom.

Darlene, "tenderly loved".

That was awhile ago, and now Darlene Diana Reid was one year old and rested on your hip as you made your way to the front door of the massive house with your two boys in tow. It was a family dinner party at the Rossi residence and the man of the house himself answered the doorbell.

"Ciao bella!" he sang and smooshed kisses to both your cheeks and the little one, who giggled gleefully at the greeting.

Spencer and Max were next inside the door dressed to the nines in complementary blue and purple blazers and Dave welcomed them in kind, though Max was excited because he got to practice his new favorite thing – a very strong handshake.

"Wow kiddo!" Dave dramatically cried once he got his hand back. "You're gonna be the world champ of arm wrestling with a grip like that."

You laughed as your son ran off with the older man toward the table of delicious unending food while Spencer sidled up to you, arm resting around your lower back as you both beamed and he snuck a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Ready to party?"

You hummed a note of contentment. "Since I've got my best party people by my side."

Darlene reached over and placed a soft hand to Spencer's jaw, the sleeve on her maroon dress casting glitter as she did so. "Par-ee, daddy!"

"You know it, sweetheart." He gazed at her with tender eyes that made heat blossom in your chest.

Max may look like his father but a little bit of Spencer's very soul had been plucked and placed in Darlene. She wasn't quiet by any measurement but she was the more curious, the more delicate and perceptive child. She could entice anyone to listen with her massive eyes and the quirk in her little lips and had Spencer wrapped around each one of her fingers. She was constantly pointing at things for him to explain to her and loved falling asleep tucked under his arm as he read book after book.

The night was warm and the three of you made your way out to the patio to join the rest of the party goers, where you were met with a familiar face once again among the milling of so many.

"Oooh man! Isn't she lovely!" Derek crooned and danced his way over to you and more importantly the little girl in your arms. He kept singing and she squealed and clapped in delight as he scooped her up. "Isn't she wonderful!"

You put a hand over your fluttering heart at seeing Derek so enchanted with your daughter and it was only after they'd swung in a few happy circles that he slowed enough to greet you. "Mr. and Mrs. Prettyboy, how's it going?"

"We're great, Derek," you gushed, "thanks for charming her as usual."

Spencer piped up and pointed behind the other man. "But I don't think you'll have her to yourself for long."

Just then a streak of blonde came rushing up and her heels came to a clacking stop next to Derek. "I already got a giant hug from Max, how about my Didi?"

"Gigi!" Darlene cried and reached her little arms out for a squeeze from the favorite aunt.

Derek and Penelope hugged with your little one in between feasting on all the affection and after a nod from you they trotted off with her, no doubt to brag to many others about how they were the favorite pair of babysitters for the Reid children.

Spencer squeezing your hand brought your attention back to his sloppy curls. "You want anything to drink?"

"Whatever's in that big red bottle by the cheese tray looks amazing."

His gentle smile shone at you momentarily before he walked away for proper husband duty. The soft glow of the lights strung up in the rest of the back yard called to you and you strolled about until another favorite face caught your eye.

"JJ!" you called.

She turned away from her southern beauty of a husband and gladly embraced you once you made your way to them. "Hey, you look great! How are you?"

"Really well, thanks. It's all crazy bliss at home."

"What are they, one and three now?" she mused, following your gaze to young Max bouncing around with a handful of crackers to eat and no less than two agents fondly watching him. "Can't imagine them that close in age. But Spencer's always raving about how good you are with them and how much he loves being at home as the perfect four."

You cocked your head with a wry grin. "Right before he launches into –"

"Into the spiel about the nuclear family, yes!" she finished and you both laughed as your lovely husband in question approached and handed you just what mama's night out ordered – a glass of red wine filled precisely to the halfway mark.

"Should I be worried when I hear two girls laughing and looking at me?" he ventured.

JJ knocked him in the shoulder. "Always, Spence. I was about to tell her about how you still look at her the same way as when she was first introduced to us, you big softie."

Spencer blushed, a bright pink dusting on his cheeks that you hoped would never stop returning over the years. "I can't help it, you know. I somehow got the most talented and beautiful woman in the world to be my wife and the mother of my kids, am I not supposed to gawk?"

With a hand intertwined with Spencer's, you carried on and chatted with JJ and a few more passersby about anything and everything from the swish in your dresses to the latest parenting gossip, as well as a few dirty jokes in between. The wind drew lazily between the trees and the people and when it finally carried a child's laugh to your ears you bounced a nod to the group.

"Let me go put eyes on my two real quick."

Spencer was hot on your heels. "I can actually see Darlene on Morgan's shoulders from here but you should make sure Max isn't eating his fill of the buffet, which if left unchecked will be twice his weight."

You tossed a smile to your vigilant husband as he broke away to go check in with Derek and you were just passing the dessert table in your search for Max when a voice from underneath it startled you.

"I'm not sure you need to be under there, buddy," the familiar voice coaxed and then one Emily Prentiss was leading your son out from under the tablecloth.

"Maximilian! Did you make Emily crawl all the way under there to get you?"

The little boy simply giggled and ran to clutch your legs as Emily took long strides around the table toward you. She gathered both you and Max in a hug before quickly retrieving her own wine glass as you exchanged pleasantries.

"I didn't see you or Reid come in but suddenly I saw two little shoes and had to investigate!"

You smiled wanly and pointed behind you. "You haven't missed Spence or Darlene yet, I promise."

While Max munched away at the snack in hand you and Emily watched Spencer retrieve your daughter from Morgan's grasp, only to have her grab her father's pinky and immediately strut around asking questions about everything from the tablecloth colors to people's names and then almost touch a candle flame. Thankfully Spencer swooped in and tossed her up in his arms and her shrieking giggles tugged at your heartstrings.

"Reid could always charm the right kids so well," Emily pondered from beside you.

There were probably sparkles in your eyes as you answered, "He's the best with ours."

The night wore on long and warm and lovingly as you and your family were surrounded by some of the best people you knew. Eventually little eyes got droopy and little mouths started yawning and you and Spencer led the charge out the front door, waving and blowing kisses as you each balanced a toddler and plates of food in your arms.

You watched as your husband pressed a kiss to two little temples and thought maybe you could stand to listen to his nuclear family spiel a few more times. Whatever kept his lovely mouth murmuring words in your ears as your children slept peacefully in the back seat.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #spencer and kids #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid oneshot #criminal minds oneshot

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michikoroko · 7 years

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Golden Love

Someone said I wouldn't make it but I did.

It's a Friday morning. Bangkok's rush hour had begun. Wearing my slip ons, white t-shirt and "Thai" pants, I carried my backpack to Sala Daeng train station, keeping my passport, cellphone and money tucked inside another small body bag. After transferring at Siam Station, I got off at Mo Chit, which is also the last stop on the Sukhumvit line. The station didn't provide free wi-fi, so I had to rely solely on my offline resources (for directions). The best tip when you travel solo is to have internet data but in case you've missed out on buying a local sim card or renting a pocket modem which you can carry around, then research about your destination a day before and screenshot everything.

Thailand is a multi-cultural country and English signs are present in some places. But sometimes, it's hard to find someone to answer your elaborate questions.

I eventually crossed a sky bridge to go to the other side of the road where people waited for buses in different colors and number schemes which messed me up big time. According to my screenshot, I could take any of the 6 buses on my list. When I asked the man inside the info portal, he said I could only ride 2 of those to Mo Chit 2 Bus station for Northern and Eastern Thai routes. Actually I wasn't sure if I understood him right but from what I've heard, I could only take bus number 3 or 7. The over thinker in me wondered what could have happened if I took the wrong bus. Ha.

Anyways, I met a family from Hong kong while I was waiting for bus number 3/7 and while being convinced by this taxi driver to rent his car for a day instead of taking the public commute. It was expensive but convenient. I swear, with the heat at 10AM, I was so close to giving in. Good thing Paul agreed I could go with them up to Ayutthaya. Saved me tons.

The local bus ride to Mo Chit 2 reminded me so much of my bus ride when I went to Sagada, Mountain province, in my country. It was an old, ordinary bus which accelerated while the passengers were still boarding. The metal railings were rusty, and the roof partly black, maybe from accumulated smoke. The seats were cushioned though and the conductor was a lady holding paper tickets and she had some paper money tucked in between her fingers. I think I asked her three times if the bus will stop at my destination (just to be sure) good thing she didn't lose patience. *whoops* I sat beside the window, "inhaling" the city, letting the wind brush against my face, and staring at random noodle characters as we moved. I paid 6.50baht for the 10 minute blissful ride.

A group of Thai drivers approached us at the entrance of one of the busiest bus stations in Bangkok, asking where are we going. I was skeptical to follow one man directly to the van because I was thinking he might charge us more than the standard ticket price which is only 60baht. So I asked the driver. He was wearing a blue uniform polo and an ID. He had tan skin, deep eyes and tried his best to talk to us in English. The people in Thailand look so much like my countrymen to be honest. Maybe it was also a reason why I felt at home the moment I arrived. I was relieved when he said it was only 60baht indeed. I boarded the mini bus (which is actually an air conditioned van) and took the 1st row at the back of the driver. Paul's parents sat happily at the back. Paul sat beside me and although he kept on looking at his phone for directions, I think he's finally relieved too. After the van has been filled up, we finally left for the Kingdom of Ayutthaya.

Ayutthaya (full name Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya, Thai: พระนครศรีอยุธยา) is the former capital of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya province in Thailand. Located in the valley of the Chao Phraya River, the city was founded in 1351 by King Ramathibodi I, who went there to escape a smallpox outbreak in Lop Buri and proclaimed it the capital of his kingdom, often referred to as the Ayutthaya kingdom or Siam. Ayutthaya became the second Siamese capital after Sukhothai. It is one of the world's largest cities at that time, when it was sometimes known as the "Venice of the East".

In 1767, the city was destroyed by the Burmese army, resulting in the collapse of the kingdom. The ruins of the old city are preserved in the Ayutthaya historical park, which is recognised internationally as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The ruins, characterised by the prang (reliquary towers) and gigantic monasteries, give an idea of the city's past splendor.

And I am here to travel back in that time.

I fell asleep (but not really) and when I opened my eyes, a Chedi greeted me in the middle of the city. I was imagining corn or rice fields, rivers, small houses and long winding roads but Ayutthaya isn't like that. They had malls, offices, schools, restaurants, hotels and cars filled up the roads just like what I've witnessed in Bangkok. The charming thing about it is that in between these modernities, lie history preserved by time and culture unshaken by intruders. I knew I was up for a treat when I've arrived at my hostel by a motorbike.

Leaving my slippers outside, I entered Stockhome with a bright smile. Chill music was playing, vintage cabinets are around, books and figures piled in the corners, plants hanging, photo frames screaming "artsy" and the smell of coffee was very inviting. A boy at the front desk accommodated me and showed me my bed. He also gave me my own key. The sun outside was shining brightly and I was freakin tired but the breeze was cool enough to calm me and God, this house is quaintly beautiful.

After drinking lots of water, and resting for a bit, I started planning my day out.

Another tip when you travel solo is to keep your valuables few and handy. If you stay in a guest house, especially if you are in a dorm room, chances are you will be leaving your bag(s) behind when you go out without no one to look out for them. Lockers provided are just usually boxed types where you could leave small stuff but I don't know I do not like leaving things in there anyways.

I brought my bandana, my small body bag, rented a bike and secured a map. It was akhgahldnadbgk hot to walk and too expensive to rent a tuktuk alone so biking was the best option. I have my own pace and sightseeing preference, although there was no one to take my candid photos. Haha. Kidding.

Not too far, I've reached the first stretch of Ayutthaya's glory.

There were people in groups but not too many to ruin my photo goals. The tourists were mindful of their behavior which is good and everyone followed the signs. I was biking along a brick road but I had to stop and stare at the temples, pagodas and monumental proportions around me. The sun was shining outrageously, it was blinding but wow. So majestic, spellbinding, and beautiful these ruins -- thought my jaw dropped to the ground.

They did that???

The day is still young and I have the whole city at the palm of my hands!

I picked one park to pay for and explored the others by passing through the free bike lanes. I was provided my own chain and lock so I didn't have any problems leaving mine anywhere if I wanted to stop by some tracks.

I've noticed that many of the tourists were Japanese. The tour guides spoke Nihongo. A group of girls low key talked about me and said that my Thai pants are kawaii and they thought I didn't understand that but I did. One girl noticed I looked at them and almost instinctively, we bowed to each other.

I didn't take a lot of selfies because all I did was to take pictures of every structure I've walked by and photograph the sky and my feet or my bike. I was too preoccupied by the beauty before my eyes in spite of myself. I remember my history books and my childhood while I look at the tall prangs. Like a movie scene, for a minute, this now empty Kingdom came back to life in my head. But still, a lot of questions flooded my mind. How was it being a girl in this city back then? what did the boys loved doing in their free time? how did the people spend their days or cook their food?

I could only wonder.

After 2 hours and a half of looking, I left Wat Mahathat and pedaled again. It was almost sunset. As I went further down the road, I came across the Elephant park, where people paid to ride the Elephants wearing red and gold vests with small seating carts on top. They looked lovely from afar but I was opposed to riding them because my sensitive heart felt like crumbling at the sight of their dewey eyes while touring the people around.

I was at my last temple stop for the day when I saw two familiar girls parking their bikes beside mine. I am sure I saw them at the unicorn cafe in Bangkok so I approached them. I thought they were established travel buddies from the start but turned out they only knew each other in Bangkok. One is from the Netherlands, and one is from Chile. So basically, we are three solo travel girls hoping to feed our wanderlusts.

I asked them if I could go with them and they didn't hesitate even for a second to say yes. They even invited me to have dinner with them later in the night. Sareengka took beautiful photos of me on top of this beautiful chedi which is impossible in selfies. I was so grateful. Nicole gave me her number and said we could get in touch even after I come back home as they will continue to travel for the next two months. We said our good byes for the mean time and I called it a day. I couldn't wait to get back to my hostel, take a cold shower and change into some fresh, clean clothes. I sweated like crazy and my face still felt like burning from the heat.

But before bringing back my bike to the shop, I stopped by a corner and held my heart. Isn't it amazing? to find the courage to roam the streets where they do not speak your language? to handle your own wheels and control your own brakes? to eat and drink alone without feeling lonely? to find people without even looking for them in the first place? to meet strangers in an unfamiliar city, to bond like long time friends and to develop this sense of accomplishment because you made it this far? isn't it wonderful to fill your brain with images of the ruins as the sun begins to set, making it look like the sky is touching the tip of the pagodas in illuminating shades of gold and brown? I thought about a lot of things. I let myself swim in emotions. It was one of my best winning moments. Today, I let life happen. This day wouldn't be nameless in the years to come. I will remember this forever.

🎶 "The world isn't over yet. We've still got a chance to place our bets. We'll start over fresh, living a life with no regrets" -No Regrets (Magic!) 🎶

PS: vlog is coming!

#travelogue #ayutthaya #thailand #historicalpark #historylover #personal #becoming #wanderlust #noregrets #solotravel

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