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Chapter 3

AN: Well, this whole writing thing got away from me for a bit, sorry everyone! Thank you to my alpha @thatbanditqueen, who decodes my gibberish, and a big thank you to @vintageshanny, @ellie-24 and @be-my-ally for keeping me sane without even knowing it.

Here are the previous chapters since you'll definitely need to be remind yourself what it's all about!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

There was a sharp rapping at the door after lunch the next day. Sally had gone back to the room to change into her bikini and robe, deciding to brave the poolside because she was tired of looking like the washed-out spirit of some pioneer girl haunting the hotel.

Thinking it was Laura checking on why she was taking so long, Sally threw open the door as she went to the mirror and adjusted the bikini top beneath her loose peasant blouse.

“Do you think I should untie the straps on this thing? I don’t want to have white lines on my shoulders.”

The tall man standing in the doorway raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses and flashed a wide smile.

“Uh, I don’t know that I’m qualified to answer that one, Miss,” he replied amiably with a shrug.

Sally whirled round, feeling her mortified blush tingle as it hit her hairline.

“Oh gosh, I thought you were someone else,” she mumbled lamely. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, my name’s Sonny. I work for-“ He pointed a finger up and Sally frowned.

“God?” Utah wasn’t a million miles away but surely they didn’t send missionaries to the Las Vegas casino hotels. That just seemed unfair on both sides.

“What?” He gave a sharp laugh. “No!” He shot her a look like he thought she was either dumb or crazy, maybe a mixture of both. But she wasn’t the one who cased the corridor like a secret agent before murmuring: “Elvis. I work for Elvis.”

“Oh.” She thought that he was maybe waiting for more of a reaction, but after worrying that he was a Mormon missionary, the fact that he was one of Elvis’ guys was a relief.

“Uh, anyway, my boss wanted me to bring you these-“ He whipped out the tickets for that night’s show. “And, uh, this.” He held out a small, dark green velvet case in his other hand. She took both and frowned again at his look of expectation.

“Do you… Oh, I don’t really have any cash on me right now. Hang on a second, I can check-”

“God, no.” He wiped his face with a big meaty hand and yanked off his sunglasses, fixing her with a look that she thought was supposed to be intimidating but just looked exhausted. “Can you open it please? I’m s’posed to let him know how you… acted.”

“No pressure,” she muttered, lifting the lid.

Inside was a gold bracelet interlaced around emeralds circled by little diamonds. It looked like something the Queen of England might wear to a soiree, not a teller from a bank in the middle of nowhere. Not without being accused of embezzlement.

All of that ran through her head as she stared open-mouthed. Finally, she remembered her audience and she glanced back up.

“Can you tell him that I was overjoyed and jumped up and down and was grateful?” she asked, worrying that she hadn’t accrued enough goodwill to get him to lie for her. “I am very grateful, really grateful, but this is… I’ve never even seen anything like this before, let alone touched it.” She tentatively put a finger to the metal; it felt cool against her fingertip.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him.” He slid his sunglasses back on and gave her a small smile and a nod. “I’ll see ya.”

Sally nodded back and closed the door, clutching the tickets and bracelet to her chest. “Well, that was weird.”

At the pool, Laura huddled over the bracelet, pulling Sally’s wrist close to her near-sighted eyes like she was a jeweler, appraising gems.

“You think they’re real?” she asked, tilting Sally’s arm to see the stones caught the sun. Sally looked around at the other people on the sun loungers, feeling slightly too conspicuous thrusting precious stones in the air.

“I don’t know.”

“And you didn’t even have to sleep with him.”

“Keep your voice down!” Sally hissed, snatching her arm away.

“I’m just saying, you’ve got to be careful playing hard to get, you know, Sal, they can get tired of it real suddenly.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. I wouldn’t do that.”

Sally could imagine that he would be able to see through that pretty quickly too. He seemed to do that, to see deeper than people thought he did, or at least it felt like he did when his eyes were on you.

Almost as if she was afraid of being caught, she glanced up at the towering white façade of the hotel. It rose up and disappeared into the shimmering heat of the endless blue sky. Somewhere, right at the very top, which she couldn’t make out from the bottom, he was there. She wondered if he was thinking about her. Maybe he was looking down at the pool… She felt her cheeks heat up and she had to look away just in case.

That evening, she and Laura were standing in line for the dinner show. At the front were the devoted fans who had probably started queuing while they were still at the pool.

“Imagine if they knew you what you got up to last night,” Laura remarked, wiggling her eyebrows. She seemed more excited by the cachet of Sally’s relationship, such as it was, with Elvis, than Sally herself was. “What? It’s okay to enjoy things, Sal, Jesus!”

Sally opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Emilio the maître de who had somehow picked them out of the crowd of heavily made-up glamorously dressed women.

“The Beatles fan… Sally, is it not?” He pecked both her cheeks and then grabbed her fingers, wrapping them around his crooked arm. “We have been told to take extra special care of you.”

Sally glanced back at Laura, who had snatched hold of her other arm, and pulled a face. They giggled as they were escorted past all the baleful looking people in front of them in the queue.

“It’s like being a movie star!” she whispered to Laura.

“Now you’re getting it.”

Sitting in the central booth again, they felt highly visible as the room rapidly filled and staff served dinner. Sally watched the tables beside the stage fill up, the biggest tippers sitting central, women only closest to the stage.

“You know, some people come all the way from Japan and England and Australia just to watch these shows. Not even on vacation, just to see Elvis. The other night, I was talking to some people from South Africa!”

“Well, older folks have more money I guess,” Laura murmured, sipping her champagne.

“It’s not just older people,” she murmured, hearing how defensive she sounded. Laura shrugged, but didn’t reply as the lights started to go down.

The show passed in a blur of lights, sounds and, of course, music. Sally could tell that Elvis was getting more comfortable on the stage with each show, the patter between each song was becoming longer, sometimes surreal, usually funny, and he was cutting up during the songs more, swapping lyrics, usually for something dirty. The audiences seemed to enjoy it, and he certainly seemed to thrive on that.

Joe appeared during the piano intro for ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love.’ This time, he didn’t ask them to come backstage, he just gave them a smirk and gestured for them to go ahead of him.

In the wood panelled outer dressing room, Sally recognised some of the stars in the crowd, there were the actors from the Mod Squad, over there was Glen Campbell, but there was only one face she was looking for. She stayed back as the inner dressing room door opened, there was a glimpse of fleur-de-lis wallpaper, and Elvis came out.

Sally thought he looked anxious as he emerged, but even as her brain was registering it, his face relaxed into his usual charismatic smirk and he scanned the room. She averted her eyes, her stomach fluttering manically, and tried to look casual. She twitched a nervous smile at a stranger across the room and looked around for Laura, finding her beaming up at a tall, tanned older man.

Shaking her head, Sally turned back and almost banged her nose on Elvis’ chest.

“Oh!”

“Snuck up on ya, didn’t I!” He looked pretty pleased with himself even as he grabbed her forearm so that she didn’t stumble back. He pulled on her arm a little harder, tugging her towards him so that he could lean down and give her a lingering kiss on the cheek. She felt a wave of goosebumps ripple up her spine as her hand brushed against his suit jacket and his cologne tickled her nose.

“You did, I almost pulled out my pepper spray.”

“Pepper spray?! Hell, that ain’t no good, honey, that’s just seasoning. We oughta see about getting you a gun.”

“Oh, no thank you,” she replied, pulling a face.

“Not a big one,” he reassured her, like that was the problem. “You know, they make ‘em small enough that you can just put it in your purse.”

She envisioned fishing around for a mint or lipstick and shooting herself instead.

“I think I’m more comfortable with the pepper spray.”

Elvis pulled a face that told her that he wasn’t, but luckily they were interrupted by one of his famous guests, who leant right across her to shake Elvis’ hand and pat him on the shoulder. Sally moved back before she was elbowed. She almost stepped on the foot of a man behind her who was wearing a jacket covered in Elvis pins. It was a comedy of errors as she shuffled and circled and edged out of everyone’s way. She found herself pressed up against a decorative carpet that hung against the wall, overshadowed by a dark wood cabinet. It didn’t feel that different from the showroom, standing at a distance, watching him say his lines and his audience beaming at him. Even off stage he was still always giving a performance.

After about half an hour, the tall man who had delivered her bracelet- Sonny- gave her a pleasant smile and asked her to come with him. She glanced over at where Elvis was explaining something with animated hand gestures to a rapt group of men and women. The group let out a loud collective laugh as Sally grabbed Laura and they followed Sonny from the room.

“Where’s Elvis?” Laura asked as they walked along the bland tiled corridor towards the elevators.

“He’ll be coming along,” Sonny replied, pausing to introduce himself. Laura’s eyes lingered on him a little longer and Sally looked down to hide her knowing smile.

The elevator ride felt like an interrogation as Laura questioned Sonny on himself, on Elvis, on Hollywood, and anything else that caught her attention. Laura’s enthusiasm was unphased by Sonny’s stoicism, even after he mentioned his fiancée. Sally envied her friend’s confidence and self-assurance. Laura was the top saleswoman back home every month because she had a knack of dragging customers into conversations and building rapport with them so that when she mentioned that she was worried that they were not sufficiently covered by insurance, or that they could get that home renovation done now if they just signed up for a little, low-interest home loan, they felt they were being advised by a friend. If anyone had told Sally that one of them would get noticed by Elvis while on vacation, she would have bet all her cash on Laura.

Up in the Imperial suite, Sonny brought the women a drink and settled them in the den like they were his house guests. He seemed to have succumbed to Laura’s charms, sitting beside her on the couch and stretching out his arm behind her. Sally clutched her drink and surveyed the room, pretending to be intensely interested in the chandelier as Laura giggled quietly off to her right.

Finally, the door of the suite burst open and half a dozen guys strode in together. They all seemed to be talking at once, laughing at some in-joke. Elvis appeared amidst the group and the corner of his mouth twitched up as he caught sight of her. He made a beeline for her as his entourage peeled off and headed in different directions. Joe handed him a bottle of water, still talking to him, but it didn’t slow Elvis’ stride as he came and stood in front of her.

Without a word, he took the drink from her and placed it on the side table, then grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“C’mon, honey, let’s go hide.”

Sally bit down on her lips to stop herself grinning like a cartoon as he tugged her along behind him. He took big strides so she had to half jog in her heels to keep up and she kept her eyes on the floor to make sure she didn’t trip on the thick carpet or any hidden steps.

In the bedroom, he slowed down as he purposefully closed the door, leaning on it for a moment before he turned round and smiled at her. She shivered involuntarily at the light twinkling in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” she giggled and he bit his lip as he moved toward her, his eyes taking her in with an almost predatory hunger. His lips pressed softly against hers even as she felt him gathering her up, his hand around the back of her head, the other on the small of her back, sliding up as he pressed her into him.

Sally almost sagged in his arms as the anticipation and tension she had felt since leaving him passed liked waves from her body. She didn’t realise he was moving the both of them backwards until the side of the bed hit her calves and she made a squeaking noise against his mouth as she wobbled. Elvis’ grip of her tightened even as her arms tensed around his athletic frame, trying to keep herself upright.

Elvis pulled back from the waist up, his eyes opening slowly, thick black lashes flickering against his cheeks, as if he didn’t want to quite let go of the kiss. It only made her want to launch herself back at him, but she suspected he knew that.

“Man, I been thinking about this ever since I saw you in that dress,” he murmured, his hand dragging around her waist from her back and his long fingers tickling underneath the short hem.

Sally had already worn all of her good outfits to his shows, so she had borrowed a green mini dress from Laura and had spent most of the evening tugging it down.

“You wear this for me, honey?” His warm breath tickled her neck as he leant in to pepper her jaw and throat with soft butterfly kisses. “You ain’t trying to get me in trouble now, are you.”

At the same time, her thighs tingled with goosebumps at the feel of his callused fingers trailing up to the edge of her underwear beneath her skirt.

Part of her was protesting that this was too fast, that he was too much of everything: too experienced, too rich, too famous, too handsome, too Elvis for her. She was so far out of her depth that drowning was inevitable. The problem was that he made drowning look both exciting and pleasurable.

“I wore it because it matched my new bracelet,” she said, slipping her fingers through the opening of his jacket, warmed by his skin and the feel of the coarse chest hair against her fingertips. She could feel the thudding of his heart reverberating through his rib cage and sternum.

His chin dimpled as he peered down, grabbing her hand and pulling her wrist up for examination. She gazed at his face as he inspected her wrist, his left eyebrow twitching with self-satisfaction. She loved the creases at the corners of his mouth, how they made his full lips look sullen even as she knew he was suppressing a smile. It felt like a secret between them.

“You like it, baby?”

Sally shot him a look of disbelief. “Of course, it’s beautiful, Elvis, so beautiful, but you shouldn’t have. It looks expensive.”

“That don’t matter,” he murmured, frowning. “It looks pretty on your little wrist here.” He dipped forward and pressed his lips to the bony part of her wrist. Sally’s whole arm twitched at the heat and velvety softness of his mouth and her stomach fluttered as his pout continued its path round to her pulse point. His hair brushed against her jaw and throat as he leant over pressing kisses up the delicate skin on the inside of her forearm.

“I -uh..” She dropped down onto the bed, even as she was thinking that she was starting to feel a little lightheaded from holding her breath.

He looked like he was holding back a laugh as he asked, ‘You okay, honey?”

“I meant to do that.” She frowned, daring him to contradict her.

“Uh huh.” He nudged her legs open with his knee so that he could step closer and she could feel her skirt sliding to the top of her thighs as he drew in, his thumbs on her jaw tipping her head back so that he could kiss her as he slowly and gently lowered her back onto the bed, his tongue teasing its way into her mouth.

“Well,” he said, pressing his knee into the mattress right at the apex of her thighs, the pressure of him answering the ache beginning to throb there, “I might not get around to the next show, but-” He lifted a mischievous eyebrow. “It’ll be worth it.”

It took every drop of restraint in Sally’s being not to grind down on his thigh, but her self-discipline was almost immediately undermined by Elvis pressing down on her, and she let out a sigh mixed with a moan, catching a glimpse of his smirk before he kissed her again. Yet again, he was performing exactly the show he knew his audience enjoyed.

Trying to find some sense of balance, she let her hands glide down from his shoulder blades, feeling the mechanics of his lean muscles working beneath his suit jacket, and cupped his perfectly round ass. She felt him pause for a second, before he tried to cover his surprise by moving with even more authority, rolling his hips and driving a moan from her that had her turning her face into his neck and hiding in embarrassment. He didn’t seem to realise this was what she was doing as he shuddered and showered kisses on her throat and shoulder, pulling back her neckline as far as it could go so he could taste her pink, sun-kissed skin.

Sally felt his teeth clamp down lightly on the muscle in her shoulder before he drew back, depriving her of his spicy warmth, so that he could shrug off his suit jacket. As usual, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and she couldn’t stop herself reaching out to touch his skin, running her fingertips up his sides and making him twitch and hiccup a laugh before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her bracelet bit into her skin from the pressure, but she didn’t fight it or protest.

“This okay?” he asked softly, his face looking suddenly very boyish and vulnerable. It was unexpected and helped ease some of her nerves as she gazed up at him and nodded. Her lips were swollen and tingly, seemingly a side effect of being in close proximity to him, and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from panting too needily. He groaned, mumbling about how she was going to be the end of him, and sank back down into kissing and rubbing and pressing against her as she shivered and writhed and pressed right back.

Sally’s skirt was now somewhere around her waist and her restraint was buried somewhere in the sand outside of Las Vegas along with everything else that people from this city found themselves forsaking. She hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of his pants and tugged impatiently even as her tongue was sliding against his.

“Hey, whoa whoa, easy, baby,” he mumbled into her mouth. “We got plenty of time. I got you to myself all night, right?” She nodded dumbly. “That’s right, we made a deal.”

Despite his words, he walked his fingers up her thigh and her breath stuttered in her throat as he slipped his thumb into the warmest, wettest part of her. His eyes crinkled slightly and his mouth fell slightly open as he studied her face, which she was desperately trying not to screw up into unflattering expressions as he circled and dragged the pad of his thumb over her slippery skin, flooding her with sensation, before slowing and ebbing back, letting her breathe and float for moment. He seemed to take her efforts to be quiet and composed as a personal challenge, shifting his hips to get more comfortable and pressing himself against her thigh, before pulling out his thumb from the leg of her underwear and insert his whole hand into the front.

“S’okay,” he whispered, panting softly, as he played her like an instrument with his delicate fingers and she bit down on a whine. She could see where his mascara was beginning to smudge below his eyes as they both lost their cool both figuratively and literally.

Sally felt sweat trickle from her hairline down behind her neck and she shifted slightly. Elvis glanced up from where he was watching the movement of his hand and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to assess her. In one smooth movement, he rolled onto his back, his hand still working in her underwear, and reached over to grab a pillow from the top of the bed.

The next thing she knew she was being thwacked lightly in the face with it.

“No, wait, that ain’t right,” he remarked dryly, picking it up again and smirking at her disgruntled expression beneath. “Lift your head, honey.” She clasped her hair in one hand and raised her head so that he could tug the pillow into place with his free hand, grunting slightly as he tried to keep himself up at the same time.

As soon as he was satisfied she was comfortable, he leant back over to kiss the air from her, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they began to sink into her while his thumb strummed at the bundle of nerves, making her twitch and writhe.

“Oh God,” Sally breathed, clasping at his neck and the damp tendrils of his hair. She couldn’t decide where to touch him, still not able to believe that she could. Her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders to his back, brushing his narrow waist, kneading his perfect ass and squeezing his thighs.

As the knot tightened in her belly, her muscles tensed and she began to moan freely, losing her inhibitions, she palmed at the firm bulge in his pants. He growled softly, pressing his face to her chest and resting his warm, sweaty cheek against her decolletage, scratching her with his sideburn. It felt like he was everywhere, leaving nowhere for her to retreat and hide, making it impossible to stay calm and demure, giving her no way to hold it together.

His fingers prodded deeper, causing the swell of the waves of pleasure in her gut to break and ripple through her body. She whimpered into his damp hair as stimulation so intense that it was almost painful rolled over her, making her thighs clench and her toes curl. The aftershocks made her twitch and he huffed a laugh into her temple, giving her pussy a scritch like it was actually his pet.

Sally shot him a disapproving look, a little embarrassed at how completely he had taken her apart with just his hand. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if he wasn’t responsible for what he did.

While she slowed her breathing and felt the unwelcome return of her inhibitions, Elvis hovered over her, straightening her underwear and diligently pulling down her skirt. He moved up, adjusting her neckline and pulling the shoulder of her dress back into place. Sally hoped they hadn’t stretched it, because she knew Laura would make her pay for another and she suspected it wasn’t from a catalogue like Sally’s own dresses.

“All better,” he pronounced in a soft, babyish voice, looking down at her body. When his eyes returned to her face however, he snorted softly. “Up here’s a different story though, baby, up here you’s a mess!”

“Noooo!” she protested, her hands going up to her hair, feeling the damp frizz and knots as he gave a cartoonish cackle and nodded. She pouted and reached up, vigorously ruffling his hair and pushing it in his face. “There, now we match!”

There was a pause and her stomach dropped as she thought that maybe she had crossed a line, but then he laughed and shook his head, swiping his black hair out of his eyes before he swiftly straddled her and obliterated any hope she had that her hairdo was salvageable. She wrinkled her nose and blew a lock of hair off her face.

“You made me do that!” he informed her. “I didn’t have no choice.” He did one of his patented sullen smirks as he picked up a long lock of her hair and laid it across her forehead like a monobrow. His laughter vibrated through her and his thighs tightly clamped her hips as she batted at her face and knocked her hair away.

“You are a public menace,” she informed him.

“You ain’t the first person to say that,” he nodded. “First person with a bird’s nest on their head to say it though maybe…”

In spite of his playful tone and the calming endorphins flooding her body, she was starting to feel self-conscious and she tried to roll over and escape his grip.

“Okay, let me up.”

“Honey, I’m just teasing. It ain’t that bad.” The expression on his face contradicted his words. She shoved at his thighs, trying to push herself free, and quickly discovered when her hand slid up that she might have been a mess, but she was apparently an exciting mess.

It was another twenty minutes of rolling around on the bed before she made it to the bathroom to examine the damage to her hair. It was as bad as she had feared, and she rooted around in the drawers and cabinets looking for a brush or comb to attempt triage. During her search, she found three pistols, some amber bottles of medication with a range of names printed on them, and a photo of a cute blond-haired baby, before she finally found what she was looking for.

Two hours of curlers and teasing and half a can of hairspray wasted, she vigorously brushed her abused hair into long brown curtains on either side of her face and wet some tissue to wipe away her smudged and smeared eye make-up.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Elvis was laying on the bed and he did a double take as she came out.

“What?” she asked, pausing nervously.

“Nothing… Nothing, honey.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You just look different with your hair all down like that.”

“I didn’t have much choice now, did I?”

“No, I guess not.” He rolled off the bed and somehow made it onto his feet before he hit the floor, striding over to clasp her head in his hands and kiss her almost chastely. “It looked so pretty before though, honey.”

“Thank you?”

He shook his head sharply. “I mean, you’re still pretty. I don’t even know what I’m saying, man. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her again, this time with more force. “Every time I get up on that stage I think I must shake something loose up there, losing my damn mind. You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, honey.”

Before either of them could speak again, there was a gentle tap on the door.

“E, it’s time.” The guy’s voice was no louder than speaking volume and clearly audible through the door. Sally was horrified, thinking about what they might have heard on the other side of that door. Elvis didn’t seem bothered though, just annoyed that their time together had to end, but then he was probably used to all of this.

“I gotta go to work, honey. Sold my soul to Kirk Kevorkian for a hundred thousand a week and I’m starting to think I’m the one that got snowed.” One side of his mouth twitched up into a half smile as he rose, but she didn’t quite understand what his expression was trying to convey. And in in an instant, it was gone.

“You coming to the show?” he asked with a bashful smile.

“If that’s okay with you?”

At this, he cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth before pressing his forehead against hers.

“You ain’t real,” he told her, to her confusion. “There ain’t no way you’re real.”

“Funny,” she replied, “I think the same about you.”

As he walked her to the main door of the suite like they were on a surreal date, he told her not to bother coming down to the stage for a kiss at the midnight show.

“Oh,” she murmured, a little deflated. “I did exceed my allocation after all then?” He gave her an amused little frown.

“The way you talk, honey! Naw, I just got something else in mind. Don’t go messing with my plans, now, okay?” He gave her a peck, motioning to someone behind her. Laura reappeared, straightening her dress slightly and looking sheepish. Sally looked from her to Sonny wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The midnight show, her fifth now in three days, confirmed that the tummy flip when Elvis appeared on stage was a permanent thing. Meeting him, talking to him, hadn’t lessened her wonder and awe at his talent and energy. If anything, seeing him up close in the flesh and learning more about him only made that huge presence he projected seem that much more impressive.

“Does it bother you?” Laura asked curiously, pouring herself a glass of champagne from the magnum resting in an ice bucket. They hadn’t ordered it, it had just been presented to them with the assurance that there was no charge.

“What?” Sally asked. Laura nodded towards the stage where Elvis was crouched down in front of a couple of women who were giving him a gift. He gave them both deep, effusive kisses, going back for seconds from one of them.

“Why would it bother me?” she laughed. “if he didn’t do it, I wouldn’t have got to kiss him.”

“Exactly,” Laura said cryptically, raising her eyebrows. Sally rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the show.

Elvis didn’t introduce Love Me Tender until later in the set, leaving Sally wondering what he was talking about when he said he had a plan. When he finally started the introduction, she suddenly became vigilant, like she was waiting for an ambush.

At first, nothing seemed much different, Elvis sang a little, kissed a lot and the band persevered, playing verse after verse. Then, after walking to the wings, he just… didn’t stop. She watched his dark head drop down into the crowd and pandemonium broke out. People- women- were charging down from the back of the showroom, the audience were laughing and whooping as girls called Elvis’ name and begged to be able to touch him.

“God, they’re going to eat him alive!” Laura laughed, as they both craned their necks to follow the knot of people moving through the crowd.

Sally watched as people tried to climb over tables just to reach out and touch his arm as he passed by. He was being jostled by the press of his own bodyguards and then the fans begging for kisses. Her eyes widened as she realised the procession and growing mob were heading toward their booth; blue uniformed security guards were already appearing behind her, ready to marshal him through safely.

A beautiful blond managed to step into Elvis’ path as he almost reached the back of their booth. Sally and Laura had turned in their seats and were kneeling up on the red velvet cushions, watching the circus. He clasped the blonde’s face, just as he had done Sally’s only an hour earlier, and kissed her on the lips. Sally wondered if maybe she should be feeling jealous, but the truth was that she really just felt empathy with the woman, understanding how exciting and delicious it was to be kissed by him.

Despite the pressing and the chaos, he managed to pause at their booth, his tanned hand replete in gold rings gripping the white scrollwork to fight the momentum pushing him on. He gave her a lopsided grin as he leant in.

“How’d you like my plan? Seemed a good idea at the time.” He almost stumbled as he was jostled from behind.

“Not bad for a public menace,” she grinned, wrapping her fingers around his sweaty neck and almost sighing against his soft lips. A security guard stepped closer as if she was an overexcited fan that he was going to have to drag away, but she drew away before he could reach out and grab her.

“See ya later!” Elvis called over his shoulder, taken by the current. As he was swept on, she only heard the word ‘deal’ float back through the screams and whooping and laughter.

Turning round and smiling at Laura, Sally licked her lips and savoured the salt there.

Tag list:

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As always, shout out to the Elvis harem: @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @vintageshanny, @ellie-24, @from-memphis-with-love, @missmaywemeetagain, @peskybedtime

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the-a-word-2214 · 3 years

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Broken Hearts II

summary: you finally get to meet the little girl that Joby couldn’t stop talking about

pairing: Joby Taylor x reader

word count: 1,750

warnings: language, fluff, mention of intoxication

A few nights ago, Joby came to your house drunk out of his mind. He started sobbing, telling you how much he missed his daughter and how he wanted to do better for her.

Now you were sleeping at his house when he burst into the room. It was highly unusual for him to be up much earlier than you were. He had to have been pretty antsy to have woken up so early and be showered already.

“Babe, babe you would not believe who called me.”

“What? Who called you?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you sat up, running a hand through your bed head.

“Jane, she called me. She must’ve used Claire’s phone or something because she called and said that she wanted to meet.”

It takes you a second to register his words.

“Oh wow, that’s incredible. Do you want me to come with? Make sure everything’s okay?”

He laughs softly, a lovestruck look on his face as he cradles your face.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

You smile as you pull out a pair of clean clothes before you go into the bathroom and start the shower.

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The drive to Claire’s house was nerve wracking for the both of you. You were terrified of any accusations that could come from Claire or any stupid boundaries that the lawyer might set.

Joby taps the steering wheel a few times before glancing over his appearance in the mirror.

“Ready?”

He breathes out a shaky sigh before nodding and getting out.

You’re greeted by Claire’s lawyer who immediately asks you to take off your shoes at the door.

“Who is this, Mr. Taylor?”

“Oh uh this is my girlfriend (Y/N).”

You smile kindly at the man to show that you were harmless. He wasn’t expecting you so you hoped that you didn’t impose on any rule or boundary set for Joby’s visit.

“Come have a seat Mr. Taylor, there are some things that I want to go over with you before you see Jane.”

He gives you a look as to say “what’s this guy’s problem.” Joby sits down in front of the man after he kicks off his boots.

“Rule number one: you are not to discuss anything that went on between you and Claire. Rule number two: you are not to say anything negative about my client. Rule number three: do not put Jane in harm’s way.”

Joby scoffs, folding his arms.

“C’mon now, how dumb does she think I am?”

“It’s just a precaution, Joby. No need to get upset.”

You patiently wait, overhearing their conversation. A little girl with dark hair and a blue coat walks towards you. Joby’s star struck as he looks down at her.

“Hi Jane, I’m Joby.” He’s quiet and cautious as he speaks at her eye level.

“How are you?” He asks.

“I’m good.”

“Well good. Do you want to, uh, go do something for a little while?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, cool. Yeah.” He smiles slightly.

“You’d better get going.” The gruff lawyer speaks as he holds Jane’s shoulders. It’s as if he’s guarding her from something.

“I’m gonna get my shoes on.” He pulls on his boots as you put on your shoes and he leads her outside, her hat now on.

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In the car, he hands her a neatly wrapped present which you took care of that morning. She opens the paper to reveal a new doll.

“Hey look, it’s Abigail.”

“Thanks.” She holds the doll close as you drive off.

You can tell that the little girl is discouraged as she looks down at the doll.

Joby begins to doubt himself as he looks to you and then to his daughter.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it? You can tell me if you don’t like it.”

“I already have it.” She mumbles.

“Okay, well at least you like dolls. You already have it.” He whispers the last part as you give him a kind smile, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Joby. I can get her a different one.”

“Alright, let’s go pick out a new one and return it.”

He’s definitely an outsider in the toy store. His dark outfit contrasts the brightness of the toys and stuffed animals around you. He gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

It’s obvious that he’s nervous.

He walks carefully behind the little girl as she looks around the store, her big blue eyes scanning every toy in sight.

She finally stops on a different doll.

“I want this one.”

Joby fakes bewilderment as he picks it up.

“Okay, great. Yeah. Let’s uh- let’s exchange it.”

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You watch the two in awe as they walk around the mall, trailing a few feet away. It may be new to him, but you can already tell that he’s a natural at it. You can’t help but smile to yourself, wishing that you two could one day have kids of your own.

Once you stop in a restaurant, Joby tries talking to Jane about her interests. She’s admittedly a hard nut to crack as she just shrugs at most of the questions. It’s funny to watch this little girl keep your boyfriend on his toes.

The conversation changes once she finally asks a question. Joby toys with the heat protectant on his coffee cup.

“Why didn’t you come see me before?”

Joby is taken aback suddenly, running his hand through his hair.

“Well, uh, I was touring a lot. Traveling. I moved and I was in LA for a little bit. I wanted to come see you but things weren’t so good between your mom and I. We thought it was the best for all of us...” he trails off as he looks to the floor.

He motions for her to lean in closer as he speaks. “You see I was in this band and we had this deal with a record company. And I couldn’t give that up. You know? I was just young and stupid. I wanted to make it so bad.” He shakes his head.

“Have you made it?” Her tiny voice is almost inaudible as she speaks above the loud patrons in the restaurant.

“Yeah, I think I’m real close. Yeah for sure.” He fibs as he messes with the melted strawberry ice cream in front of her.

“So uh, why don’t you like ice cream?” His tone is playful now as he moves past the earlier topic.

“Just don’t.” She shrugs again.

“So, what do you like?”

“Cupcakes.”

He laughs softly. “Cupcakes, I should have got you a cupcake.”

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After the mall, you head to a nearby bowling alley. Joby’s elated when he learns that his daughter and him have something in common.

He finally takes off his prized jacket as you find an empty lane. You play scorekeeper as you watch the two of them play.

Joby’s lean figure catches your eye as he makes a strike.

“Did you write zero?”

“Yeah I did, great job baby.” You wink at him as he gives you a smile. He was finally starting to feel like himself again.

He squats down next to Jane as he watches her ball go into the gutter.

“Oh no!” Her little voice cries.

“Tough break, kiddo.” He ruffles her hair as they finish their game.

You only drive back after a phone call from Claire. Jane had a piano appointment that afternoon so he couldn’t spend all day with her.

“I had fun today with you.”

“Me too.” She smiles up at him.

“Okay, well thank you for giving me the chance.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Can I walk you to the door?” He helps her out as he takes her free hand that wasn’t carrying the doll with her bag.

You watch as she walks inside, Joby lingers by the door before walking back to the car. Tears fill his eyes as you get into the passenger seat where Jane once sat.

He was terrified that that was the only chance that he’d ever get. He drives down the road before pulling over, an empty feeling aches his bones as he cries.

He suddenly jerks the car around and drives back. You watch as he goes up to her window and steps inside it. Your heart rate increases as you watch him, thinking that he’s half sane, half crazy to want to do something that drastic.

He climbs in and sits in the floor with the little girl.

“I wanted to talk to you about us. We didn’t really get to talk about our relationship or anything. So, I was wondering, how do you feel about me?”

“Well, I can’t call you ‘dad’.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He hangs his head.

“I just wanna know how you feel about me.” The tears resurface again.

“You seem like a nice person.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean we could- we could like, I don’t know if you want this. I could be around more, me and (Y/N) could. We could be like a family. I mean...should I be here?”

“I don’t know. Mom’s getting married.” She wants me to call him ‘dad’.”

Joby’s breathing is erratic as he looks around.

“It’s okay. I mean, he’s cool to you and everything, right?”

“He’s nice.”

He looks around again before settling on her face.

“I want what’s best for you, you understand that right?”

She nods as he leans forward to hug her.

“Thank you.” Is all he whispers as she returns it with a “you’re welcome.”

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He drives back to his lawyer’s office with a heavy heart, sunglasses on.

“Alright let’s go. I’m ready to sign.”

He signs the document before leaving, his head hangs as he silently drives you both back to his house. His gaze is heavy as you walk inside, you can tell that he’s hurting.

“It’s going to be okay, I just know it.” You take his hands in both of yours.

“Thanks for coming with me. It was nice getting to see her.”

“Yeah, she’s a sweet girl.”

He messes with a ring on your finger, looking down at it.

“Do you think we could start over? I want a family of my own. I want to prove that I’m more than just a fuck up.” He sighs as he studies your eyes.

“Yeah, I’d like that. I want a family too. I know that you’d be a great dad, you proved that today.”

“Oh yeah? I guess time will tell.”

#paul dano x reader #paul dano #for ellen 2012 #for ellen #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor

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evolsinner · 3 years

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morning arrives. after getting dressed, i stand in front of the full~length mirror that’s stuck to the back of my bedroom door. my ring shines in the reflection and i aimlessly roll it around my finger.

i've made up my mind, this is what i'm going to do: i've already told kayrem about the baby so that's off my conscience. if i let isaac know how uncomfortable i am with keeping it, he'll be sure to support me on whatever my decision may be. besides, he doesn't even have to know about how it came to be so yeah.

"mum," i take the final step down from the staircase. "hi, i was going to~"

"take a seat," she gestures to the chair next to maxi, my usual spot.

all of them try to not stare at me, though i can see how hard it is for them to keep their eyes cast down. maxi's the only one that's not making me feel like an animal in a cage. he's too busy passionately eating his porridge.

"roséah," mum says when i've finally settled down, "your father might've touched on it briefly, but we would like to say it officially."

okay?

"honey, only if you spoke to us about how much pressure we've been putting on you lately then we would've understood," she explains.

"but~"

"let me finish," she shuts me down. "ever since kayrem left, we vowed to better ourselves in the parenting department purely to ensure something like that would never happen to another one of our children again. we know now," she glances at dad, "that we've failed."

kayrem was right, when he left all those years ago, it was cause he wanted mum and dad to be better for me. i mixed up a sacrifice with selfishness. that’s on me, i guess.

"and for that, we are both deeply sorry," dad summarises.

“you’ve got to talk to us,” mum emphasises. “but teenagers barely ever do,” she adds bitterly.

"thank you for understanding, i guess.”

"with that being said," mum exhales loudly, a sudden deviation in her tone, "there's something you should know because as parents we're obligated to tell you."

kayrem clears his throat.

"you should know that.." she pauses before starting again. "isaac killian was a convicted criminal."

"what?"

"it's true, hun," dad solidifies.

"are you guys crazy or what?"

kayrem scoffs.

"we're not 'crazy', rosé," dad tells me. “we care about your safety.”

"you both may be lawyers and you both may be my parents, but that doesn't mean you go around falsifying shit just to have things your way!"

"listen to them, marie," kayrem chips in.

"shut up, you moron!"

maxi jumps in fright.

“hey, maxi,” i say softly. “why not you go upstairs and feed homie his breakfast? he must be really hungry.”

maxi gives me a quick hug and silently leaves.

i return my attention back to my parents, “you seriously have to do this in front of him?”

"all charges have been dropped against him because, well, look at his assets," mum speaks in a passive~aggressive tone. "however, you can find anything if you dig deep enough."

this is total bs and i'm not having any of it!

"if he did it once, he can most definitely do it again," she continues. "i'm only telling you this, roséah, because you're not as smart as you think you are. and as parents, it's our job~"

"oh my god, mum, just shut up with that 'as parents' shit! i get it!"

"do not talk to me in that tone, young lady!"

"alright, alright," dad puts his hands up. "ladies, let us keep this civilised, shall we? rosé," he faces me determinedly, "think about it this way: is this the first time isaac killian has lied to you?"

no... hélène, too.

"and let's not forget how it was not an accident, it was deliberate!" mum adds in for extra shock value.

"this is all bullshit!" i stand up, my chair scraping against the ground. "you're the ones who are lying to me!"

mum firmly pushes her seat back and stands up. she walks over to her tote sitting on the countertop and returns with a manila folder which she tosses flat on the table in front of me. "read it," she demands. "legal documents don't just make themselves up!"

"so mama i'm in love with a criminal! so fucking what?"

"don't be ridiculous, roséah!"

"fuck this. i'm out!" and i run out of the house.

kayrem follows me out, "marie, slow down or you'll get yourself hit by a car!"

i spin around, stopping in the middle of the road, "i sure hope so!"

"look, this isn't even about you or me or our parents even! it's about him! do you really think a sane person goes around killing families on purpose? no, because that'll make them insane! but of course, risk everything for the sake of some airy~fairy love, right? seems perfectly reasonable to me."

"he isn't a goddamn killer!"

"you're just afraid to face the truth. it's as simple as that."

"oh yeah? and is this the 'truth' you, mum and dad are making it out to be? all you guys ever care about is the shit that gets written down in the papers, about your dumb reputations! not at all about the root problem, and the root problem being that you should've never left us in the first place! scratch that. you should've never came back!"

there’s a sudden long pause and he glares at me through it every second of it, "you are just one dumb fucking fat bitch, marie.”

“wow! got more to say? go ahead, say it. i wanna hear it.”

“yeah, i’ve got some more,” he takes a few steps closer to me. “you don’t deserve to be loved. why? because you play with people’s feelings. you want something and you get it. and when you want more, you get more. doesn’t matter who you fucking hurt in the process because, hey, at least it’s not your own damn self, right? you’re selfish! a goddamn worthless slut! i’m ashamed to even call you my sister.”

his words didn’t hurt me that much, not until he said that last line... that cut deep. “and here i thought you cared about me.”

he laughs, “care about you? i would never.”

“really?” with each sentence, i take a step closer to him. “are you sure about that? because last time i checked, you’re the one who kissed me first. you’re the one who wanted to kiss me again when i clearly said it wasn’t a good idea.”

“lower your damn voice!” kayrem says through his teeth.

“you’re the one who ate, my, pussy.”

“marie, are you deaf?! mother and father are right fucking there!” he points to the house furiously.

“you’re the one who wanted me to suck your dick! so, no, don’t go around saying that you don’t give a shit about me when it’s pretty damn obvious that you d~”

whiplash, i’ve been pulled in and a pair of lips are attacking my mouth. i don’t put up much of a fight. my brother wraps his arms around me. mmm… the kiss deepens quickly and it’s like we’re taking out our frustrations about each other on each other.

“fuck off!” i break the kiss and push him away.

he scoffs and roughly grips my wrist. then instead of dragging me back to the house like i expect him to, he drags me to dad's car. "let's go and find that idiot and let him tell you himself," he opens the front seat door and waits for me to get in.

i stand my ground.

“get inside now or i’ll fucking throw you inside,” he orders.

with a scowl, i obey and kayrem grabs my seatbelt, roughly clicking it in for me before slamming the door shut after me. it thuds loudly and pieces of my fringe go flying up in the air. i’m left in awful silence whilst he runs back into the house to get the keys. he comes back and starts the engine, not even bothering to put his own seatbelt, and roughly reverses out.

gosh.

#love #teacher x student #story

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: Sympathy for the Devil (John Wick x Reader) 1/4

Summary: Your best friend is getting married and you’re very excited until you find out that your ex is coming to the wedding. After a night of too much drinking and without a date for the big day, you summon a demon to make a deal.

Author’s notes: So this one was loosely inspired by this prompt and it was supposed to be an one-shot but it started to grow, became a small series and it might turn into an universe? Crazy? I know! But I’m in love with the idea of demon!John and how that would change the entire John Wick universe. But that’s a story for another day. For now, enjoy this first chapter. Feedback and suggestions are always welcomed!

Wordcount: 2874

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and inebriation; brief mention of blood

It was routine on Monday for your precinct to have squad meetings every morning. It was mostly a moment to update the team on open cases and for your Captain to distribute new assignments. It usually took a good part of the morning, so you didn’t have a chance to check your phone, but when you finally did, there were five missing calls from your best friend Claire, along with several messages asking you (in all caps) to call her immediately.

The sight of it set your senses on high alert as you looked for a quiet place to call her back. Claire was getting married in a week. If she was so desperate to talk to you there could only mean some kind of emergency.

“You haven’t RSVP for my wedding yet, right?” it was the first words out of Claire’s mouth as soon as the call connected.

“Are you serious? That’s why you were calling? I’m your maid of honor. Of course, I’m coming!” You rolled your eyes even if she couldn’t see you. “I’ll do it right now if it’s that important.”

“No! wait!” Claire shouted and you pull your phone away from your ear at the shrill tone of her voice. “You have to bring a date. Ryan’s coming.”

“What?” Your heart sped up and your breath caught in your throat. “Ryan, like my ex, Ryan? What the hell Claire!”

“It wasn’t me!” She hurried to say. “Apparently Dave ran into him and invited him since we have all these empty seats we already paid for. I’m so sorry.”

You dropped on the nearest chair, rubbing your temple. This could not be happening. You were not ready to face Ryan. You didn’t think you would ever be to be. Not after everything that happened between the two of you.

“How the hell am I gonna find a date in less than a week?” you said with a sigh.

Funny how you always believed to be so empowered but the thought of meeting your ex by yourself on a wedding made dread and panic clench your insides. You could almost picture the grimace in Claire’s face just through her silence. You two have been friends since kindergarten, you knew her like the back of your hand.

“What about that guy you’ve been seeing?” she asked, and it was your turn to wince. Teddy was pretty fun, but more of a fuck buddy than a man you’d want to bring to your best friend’s wedding.

“I’ll figure something out,” you said with another sigh before saying your goodbyes and pocketing your phone just as your partner Jake called you over. You two had a witness to interview.

Work helped to get your mind off the situation, but as soon as you walked in your apartment, dropping your keys, badge and gun on the side table, the entire debacle returned to your mind and you flopped on the couch, browsing your contacts because facing Ryan alone was one of your worst nightmares.

Once up a time, Ryan had been the love of your life, the center of your universe. He was a couple of years older, had a punk rock band, tattoos and felt so dangerous. It had been such a thrill. Your parents hated him and hated who you became when you were with him. Then one night you came by his place and he had just up and left without explanation, without a goodbye.

You remembered running all the way back home, the cold air of the night drying your tears and your heart felt like it would never be whole again. Maybe it never mended right, because even though you had several relationships in the last ten years, they never seemed to last or to feel quite right.

It was something you avoided thinking about it and were mostly successful since you’ve been putting your career as a detective for NYPD as your biggest priority. You shouldn’t let the ghost of a ruined relationship you had when you were a teenager affect you or ruin your fun at your best friend's wedding.

That was easier said than done though because as soon as you set foot on your hometown you were hit by this overwhelming sense of nostalgia that settled on your chest and seemed unwilling to be shaken off. Everywhere you looked, your mind was flooded with memories and you never felt closer to your seventeen old self.

The feeling was especially strong when you met Claire and your other best friend Lydia at the same store the three of you bought your prom dresses so you could do the final fitting for your dress. Since you and Lydia had pretty much the same body type, she had been standing in for you and this was the first time you would actually try on the dress that Claire picked for you: a burgundy halter neck dress with a side slit that went up to your mid-thigh.

“You look amazing!” Claire gushed as she met your eyes through the mirror. You grinned at your best friend because she was right. It was a beautiful dress and fit you perfectly.

You paid for the dress and the three of you left the store heading to the same diner you used to hang out after school back in the day. You hoped they still served that heavenly chocolate milkshake and fries because you were starving.

By some miracle, your usual booth at the diner, the one right by the glass window, was free and you, Claire and Lydia took your seats, ordering a round of milkshakes and fries as you caught up with each other. Sure, you three talked every other week, but nothing beat being with them in person. It was light and fun and familiar, and you were having so much fun you forgot any worries you had until you saw him.

Ryan stood on the other side of the street and he looked like he was waiting for someone as he talked on the phone. He had changed so much in the past ten years. Gone were the purple mohawk, piercings and ripped shirts. Ryan had gone back to his natural blonde hair; his blue eyes were free of makeup and there was no piercing visible. He was dressed in a simple blue button-down and tan slacks that fitted him quite nicely.

He looked even more handsome than you remembered and your stomach felt queasy and twisted into knots at the sight of him. Especially when a brunette woman that belonged on the pages of a fashion magazine stepped out of the shop and met him. Ryan kissed her cheek and they walked away; arms linked together.

“You didn’t tell me he was bringing a date,” you croaked, glancing back at Claire.

“I didn’t know,” she said with a sympathetic expression. “Are you ok? What do you need?”

“Alcohol,” you declared, dropping a few bills on the table as you stood up. “Lots and lots of alcohol.”

It was a good thing that Lydia and Claire knew about the entire dirty affair between you and Ryan because they didn’t even blink at your request. Instead, they guided you out of the diner and two streets over to the bar you all used to go as teens. It was old and kind of seedy, but the drinks were cheap, there was a karaoke machine and the bartender still remembered your orders, so he kept them coming all night.

You left the bar with your friends around two in the morning, finding your way home and stumbling up to your childhood room, without waking your parents by some kind of miracle.

Once again you were swayed by the nostalgia that sent you into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Sneaking home after too much booze? Could there be something more teenage to do?

And maybe it was this nostalgia that gave you the brilliant idea of digging out the stupid journal from under the loosen floorboard under your bed. It was an old leather-bound book you found at an antique store. The yellowing pages and intricate design on the cover had caught your eye and you ended up buying it because back then you were obsessed with becoming a Wiccan witch.

Flipping through the familiar pages, you smiled at the “spells” which were mostly badly written rhymes or some verses you found online. A spell to get good grades; another to make your father less annoying; one to make people fall in love with you; there was even one to summon a demon... You paused at those words, frowning at the page. You didn’t remember this one but it certainly your handwriting.

You got up in an impulse and gathered the ingredients the spell required: silver, ash, and bone. You took an old jewelry box that you found in your room, filled with a handful of your grandfather’s ashes, the black knight made of carved bone from your father’s chess set and the silver necklace your mom had given you for your sweet sixteen.

Once you had everything, you grabbed your journal of spells and the box and headed for the crossroads a couple of blocks from your parents’ house. The entire thing was crazy and the sane part of you kept telling you to go back home and sleep off your intoxication. Another part of you, which was louder, edged you forward.

You put the box in the middle of the crossroad and checked the spell again. There was one last ingredient that you hadn’t added: blood. You took out your hairpin, letting your long hair tumble free over your shoulders as you used the sharp edge to prickle our finger, flinching at the quick stab of pain. Crimson blood blossomed on your skin and you let it fall into the open box before you chanted the words on the journal three times as demanded.

Holding your breath you waited a few moments, but nothing happened except a slow drizzle starting to fall. The cold droplets made you laugh and sobered you up a little. What were you doing? This was ridiculous.

Rolling your eyes at yourself and sucking your wounder finger, you picked up the jewelry box from the dirt ground and turned on your heels to head home. You managed only a couple of steps when the wind picked up speed, making your hair wisp widely over your face, carrying around a deep throaty voice:

“Your Latin needs work.”

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John was staring out of the window of his hotel room, sipping his bourbon when he felt the call. It had been a very long time since he had received a summoning. In these modern times, witches and warlocks were a rare breed and few of those who dabbled with magic had any actual power to execute a spell like this.

Apparently, someone in this tiny little town was powerful enough to do so and it was out of pure curiosity that John set his glass aside and followed the call. He found himself on a dirt crossroads, under a soft spring drizzle just as a young woman started to walk away from him.

He commented on her Latin to catch her attention, taking pleasure in the way she jumped startled before turning around the look at him, her doe eyes widening in surprise. She didn’t look particularly powerful or special, but there was something strangely enticing about her that sparked John’s curiosity.

“How...? Where...? Who...?” she stuttered too confused to really finish a sentence and John snorted.

“You summoned me here,” he replied with an arched eyebrow. “As for who, you may call me John.”

“A demon named John?” she snorted a laugh and John thought there was an edge of hysteria in her tone that he could only attribute to shock.

“Who were you expecting? Beelzebub?” he asked dryly. “So, what do you need?”

“What do I need?” she repeated a little dumbly and John shook his head with an exasperated sigh. This was starting to get annoying.

“Yes. Why did you summon me here?” he clarified.

“I... Well... I need a date.” she confessed, her cheeks turning a charming shade of red. “For a wedding.”

She quickly explained her situation and all John could do was stare in disbelief. This girl really summoned the powers of hell because she didn’t want to face her ex alone? It was preposterous.

“I didn’t think it would actually work!” she exclaimed, obviously noticing his disapproving expression. “How was I supposed to know I wrote down an actual summoning spell on my book of shadows when I was sixteen!?”

John shook his head, ready to go back to his hotel. This was pointless and he had a business deal to conclude in a few hours. Before he could do anything, he felt the wind changing directions and making him freeze as it brought along her scent.

It was so sweet and desirable, almost intoxicatingly so and it made John want to bury his nose in her neck. It was the smell of virtue. This woman had one of the purest souls he ever encountered.

“I can give you what you want,” John offered in a low voice, turning up all of his charms and being rewarded by the way she shuddered. “For a price.”

“I’m not selling my soul,” she replied as she took a step back.

John fought to contain his grin at her refusal. It meant he would have to work this in the old way. Corrupt her little by little. It had been a long time since anyone put up a challenge to him. The prospect excited him.

“I don’t always deal in souls,” he said moving closer to her. “Sometimes all I require is a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” she asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion and John felt a strange sense of pride. She might be naïve enough to summon him, but she wasn’t stupid.

“You’re learning,” he commented, gently tracing up her arm just to see her breath hitching, her scent changing slightly, acquiring a certain spiciness due to her arousal. “I don’t know yet. Someday I might need something, and you’ll have to give it to me.”

John waited as she thought through his offer. He could tell part of her wasn’t sure if this was really happening or if she was hallucinating due to too much alcohol.

“I assure you, darling,” he said, taking her hand in his hand bringing to his lips for a soft kiss, letting his teeth scrape over her knuckles. “I am quite real.”

“Will anyone get hurt? If I do this favor?” she asked her voice shaky, her cheeks flushed.

“No one needs to get hurt,” he assured, holding her gaze.

“Ok,” she finally said with a gulp. “If you promise no one will get hurt with this favor of yours, I accept. Where do I sign?”

“That’s not how demons seal contracts, darling…” John smirked at her, hand moving to her cheek, cradling her face and tilting her face up with a gentle nudge of his thumb on her chin. He could tell the exact moment she realized what was about to happen because her eyes darkened and her lips parted almost in an invitation.

John could hear her heart racing and the jumble of thoughts running through her head as he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. He was gentle because he didn’t want to scare her and it paid off because she sighed against his mouth, her hand coming to his chest and fisting his shirt as she pressed her mouth a little more firmly against his and John could feel her urge to have him.

His tongue teased the seam of her lips and she immediately parted them for him, letting John explore and chase the faint taste of liquor and the sweetness that seemed uniquely hers. It was almost addictive, especially the way she responded to him, her own tongue sliding against his, her body pressing closer. John could feel her arousal growing and igniting his own. It had been a long time since he felt this stirring with just a kiss.

He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady and her hands timidly moved up to his neck, her fingers combing through his hair softly, almost like she was petting him, and this time John was the one to sigh against her mouth.

He could stay like this for a long time. As long as she wanted.

It was that treacherous thought that broke the spell and John pulled away from her, putting some physical distance between himself and the girl.

John lingered for a moment watching the way she sighed happily, eyes still closed, her fingers gently touching her lips, still caught up in the aftereffects of him charm. He felt a strange urge to return to her, catch her mouth again, but before he could succumb to those impulses, he went back to his hotel, putting some distance between himself and this alluring human.

He was the one doing the tempting, not the other way around. John needed to remember that.

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ducktracy · 4 years

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160. porky’s duck hunt (1937)

release date: april 17th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: mel blanc (porky, daffy), billy bletcher (drunken fish, the guy from upstairs), the sportsmen quartet (singing fish)

disney has steamboat willie. warner bros has porky’s duck hunt (or, actually porky’s hare hunt/a wild hare, your pick). the moment we’ve all been waiting for... the fated day is here at last: the world is introduced to the enigma that is daffy duck. if you somehow have been living under a rock for the past 6 months and don’t know, or if you’re just a well meaning passerby who i needlessly insulted for my own failed attempt at comical grandeur and for that i really am sorry, daffy’s my favorite looney tunes character (porky a close second) and one of my favorite cartoon characters of all time, if not favorite. i know my icon is pretty subtle in conveying that. anyway, yes! daffy makes his debut here, as does mel blanc voicing porky. with joe dougherty gone, mel has gotten his feet increasingly wet in cartoons, and now he has his big break, voicing the stuttering pig (and others) all the way until his death in 1989. and, as we saw in picador porky, porky is considerably slimmer here, a model which would be picked up by ub iwerks and bob clampett. frank tashlin would eventually slim porky down as well, the last one to do so.

while daffy is a tex avery creation, he only has 3 tex cartoons total. he’s unnamed in this cartoon (model sheets label him as “that crazy darn fool duck”), earning his title in his second entry, tex’s daffy duck and egghead. bob clampett would seemingly “adopt” daffy from tex, pinning him as porky’s sidekick. while clampett carried on tex’s vision of daffy’s daffiness, he also calmed him down as well. by 1938, daffy wasn’t a caricature of himself anymore. maybe not the most sane (is he ever?), but he was capable of coherent thought and conversation. in this cartoon, daffy is just a heckling little pest (though he fulfills that role quite often). porky and his dog rin chin chin embark on a good ol’ duck hunt, but daffy has other plans—saving his own skin.

the introduction of the cartoon is deceitfully mild. you go in thinking it’s just another porky pig cartoon, how cute, maybe a few polite laughs. a great way to lure the audience in for what’s ahead. the cartoon’s theme, “a hunting we will go”, scores the opening pan of duck hunting essentials: a book on how to hunt ducks, a “sure fire” shotgun, one “wear-well” hunting suit, duck decoys, and shotgun shells. some nice multi-plane camera work as we settle in on the happy hunter: a triumphant porky poses in front of his mirror, donning his hunting garb and shotgun, obviously pleased with himself, fancying himself as some sort of revolutionary soldier.

eager to get a move on, porky practices his aim, aiming straight at his napping dog (this time named rin-chin-chin. porky will have many a dog with many interesting names. i think “black fury” is my favorite for how metal it sounds.) the terrified pooch wakes from his nap and yelps, seeking refuge in a cabinet. carl stalling’s musical touch accents the anxious blinks of the dog very nicely.

finally, we hear mel blanc’s first ever lines for porky as he laughs it off. mel’s stuttering is especially profuse in this cartoon, still testing the waters with his new character. “d-d-d-d-d-do-do-don-do-don’t worry, it’s n-n-n--ne-ne-n-no-n-no-not l-l-l-lo-loaded. eh-w-we-w-watch!”

and, because porky says it’s not loaded, the gun is absolutely loaded. he fires a big, gaping hole right in his ceiling. i love the slow, creeping realization that porky has as he finally registers what just happened. lots of gears turning in his head, some great acting. maybe this is just the Mel Blanc Effect, but porky seems to have the most personality in this cartoon yet. this scene also blew my mind when i first watched it: this was one of the first porky cartoons i checked out, maybe the second one after porky’s romance. i’m not too sure how i stumbled upon it (i think i was curious about daffy’s origins or something), but the musical timing just astounded me. there are 8 beats in the music, and 8 angry knocks on the door in conjunction with the music. succinct musical timing was still pretty foreign to me, and this scene REALLY heightened my appreciation for the 30s cartoons, especially the music. the music is such a pivotal factor in my enjoyment of these cartoons, and carl stalling is in top shape with this one.

chuck jones animates the next scene as porky asks “who’s there?” billy bletcher’s grow grovels behind the door. “it’s the guy from upstairs!” ever good natured, porky opens the door, receiving a big fat punch to the face. the payoff is great as we see the peeved neighbor turn around, a giant hole in the right buttcheek of his pants, revealing his underwear beneath. great, drawn out timing.

tex deceives us with his tranquility of the early morning as we approach the fated duck pond, a sweeping, beautifully painted pan of the surroundings, accented by “william tell overture”. hang onto the peace and quiet, because it’s about to dissipate. porky shushes his dog, uttering the future wisdom of elmer fudd (but with a different speech impediment) as he whispers “shhh... shhhh! b-be-buh-be quiet. buh-be v-ve-very, v-v-ve-v-ve-very, v-v-v-v-ve-ve-very, ca-ca-ca-c-ca-ca-c-q-qu-qu-quiet.”

right on cue, porky’s prayers are answered as the telltale quack of a duck rings from above. one of my favorite gags of tex’s, relying wholeheartedly on deceitful timing as the duck floats on ahead. porky aims his gun, alone with only his dog, his target, and his thoughts...

when suddenly, an explosive cacophony of noise cracks through the entire pond as a gaggle of hunters pop up from their respective hiding places, firing mercilessly at the duck. so mercilessly, in fact, that porky has to dive to the ground to save himself. perhaps even better than the sudden eruption of action is the peace that comes after it: the duck flies along out of the gun smoke, completely unscathed. the hunters yell “AW, SHUCKS!” in conjunction with the mocking underscore of a hunting we will go. to quote daffy, very ingenious!

an appropriate score of “i only have eyes for you” as we hone in on a dim-witted cross eyed hunter (in the same vein as the cross eyed hitchhiker in porky the wrestler), who spots the duck in the air. the hunter aims his double barrel shotgun, but because he’s doomed to a life of loony hi-jinks thanks to his character design, he misses with both shots from each barrel, or so we think. tex takes quite a drastic turn out of left field as we see that the hunter HAS struck a target: two of them. two planes spiral towards the ground in black smoke, their pilots jumping out with the aid of their parachutes. a nonsensical gag that has little to do with the plot, but is hilariously unprecedented.

more chuck jones animation as we spot our chipper hunter placing his duck decoys in the water. with that, we are met with stardom, folks. porky turns away, just in time for daffy to fly down and land among the decoys, unidentifiable. half of daffy’s dialogue is limited to quacks and duck noises in this cartoon, which makes it all the more entertaining in my opinion. it’s so funny seeing daffy act like an actual duck. out of all the prototypes of say porky (if there is a porky prototype... i guess the entire dougherty era?) and bugs, daffy acts the most like his assigned animal species out of any of them. daffy quacks, causing porky to turn around. all he sees is a sea of decoys. porky reaches for his gun, another quack. yet the decoys are still there, no duck in (presumed) sight. a befuddled porky scratches his head before hatching an idea, winking at the audience in reassurance.

to hunt the duck, you must become the duck. carl stalling’s music score is lovely, nice and quaint and homely as porky ties a duck decoy around his head. he slowly submerges himself into the water, creeping across the pond, gun in hand. on the surface, it just looks like a regular, unblinking, plastic duck swimming. in all my viewings of this cartoon, i only JUST caught the trash littering the floor of the pond: what a great detail! it certainly adds a nice dose of sardonic humor.

porky’s genius plan works in his favor as he slowly rises in front of daffy, effectively startling the duck as he points his rifle. daffy prepares for his fate, or lack thereof, shutting his eyes and closing his ears, but all that’s expelled out of the gun is a gush of water. while porky investigates his gun, daffy uses this as an opportunity to fly away, perching himself on top of a floating alcohol barrel a ways away from the potential crime scene. just as he thinks he’s outsmarted the idiot pig, a gunshot to the barrel below him proves daffy wrong. daffy flies into the air in an angry quacking fit, while we have some rather sloppy animation of the exposed alcohol spilling into the lake, the barrel sinking.

and, because why else? a few fish come across the alcohol. they swim into the barrel sober, and emerge hiccuping and inebriated. did you know that if a fish gets drunk, it can breathe and walk on land? a fitting, tipsy accompaniment of “when my dreamboat comes home” scores the fish giggling and helping each other into a spare rowboat lying on shore.

then comes a beautiful, drunken rendition of “on moonlight bay” sung by the drunken fish. the song would be used in many a looney tunes cartoon, whether it be underscores or full on song numbers (while he doesn’t sing here, daffy does sing a duet with porky of the song in chuck jones’ my favorite duck. seemingly sober, of course). billy bletcher voices the lone fish slurring “now don’t you ever go away!”, the fish staring right at the camera in the same manner as the drunks from picador porky. i believe this is also chuck jones animation. it checks out his rule of animating drunks and closeups! the song is just lovely, as is the banjo accompaniment. certainly worthy of a listen.

what other way to top off such a great moment than a ben hardaway level pun of porky muttering “there’s something fishy about that.” i digress, i enjoy the pun (i love my puns) and his animation is super appealing and cute. porky’s frustration melts as he hears the all too familiar call of a duck. cautiously does he pull apart the reeds that blocks him and his duck foe, attempting to get a good look...

and daffy retaliates by biting porky square in the snout. the daffy nose bite gag would be a running gag with him, long after the tex avery daffy days. what’s not to love? porky doesn’t appreciate the gag nearly as much as i do. instead, he reaches for his rifle, fires, and actually gets a shot in. daffy’s lifeless body flops into the water. oh joy, oh rapture! porky’s hard work has finally paid off.

porky is completely overjoyed, now an excited, stuttering mess. “i ge-ge-ge-gu-guh-guh-got ‘im! i ge-ge-ge-gu-guh-guh-got ‘im! eh-g-g-go-go ge-get the-the-the duck, rin-ch-chin-chin!” bobe cannon animates this great bait and switch of a gag as the dog dives into the water, tackling daffy’s body and swimming back underwater, now just a black blob. we finally think that porky has emerged victoriously, the music crescendoing in triumphant anticipation, when DAFFY emerges from the water, haughtily tossing the unconscious body of the dog on the shore in a huff. what a great gag! and a side note: i didn’t mention it before, but this is bobe cannon’s first animation credit. he’s a WONDERFUL animator who’d work for bob clampett and later chuck jones, responsible for so many great smears in the dover boys. however, he wasn’t too proud of his past. he got in full swing with the UPA craze, and because of its heavy focus on design, he viewed his past works at warner bros as inferior. his animation is terrific! one of his trademarks, at least in the B&W clampett cartoons, is having a character talk without animating the lipsync. you’ll notice this often with daffy especially, like in this scene here. a wonderful animator is he!

speaking of bob(e)s, bob clampett animates the next iconic scene that would shape the entirety of daffy’s character for decades to come. in perhaps one of the strongest fourth wall breaks yet to come from a looney tunes cartoon, porky pulls out a script from the recesses of his hunting suit and flips through it calculatingly. finally, he just lets the talking get to the bottom of the conundrum. “hey, that wasn’t in the script!” daffy laughs in a lispless, hayseed guffaw. his first words are “don’t let it worry ya, skipper. i’m just a crazy, darn fool duck!” and, with that, daffy makes his iconic exit, HOOHOO!ing into the horizon as he does his signature stan laurel hop and hugh herbert laugh, cartwheeling and ankle clicking and bounding into the horizon.

on animating this scene, clampett says: “tex told me, ‘make him exit funny.’ i asked, ‘can i do anything i want?’ and he said ‘yes—anything.’ so i had daffy cross his eyes, do a stan laurel jump, and then do cartwheels, and do a ballet pirouette, and bounce on his head, and so forth. now, at that time, audiences weren't accustomed to seeing a cartoon character do these things. and so, when it hit the theaters it was like an explosion. people would leave the theaters talking about this daffy duck.” well, he was certainly right about the scene making an impact: here we are dissecting it today! while daffy’s personality turned in favor of the greedy, miserly type chuck jones and friz freleng gave him in the 50s, bob mckimson would still occasionally cling to daffy’s HOOHOO! exits and ways, even into the 60s. quite the important scene!

the scene after is rather meaningless and random, inserted possibly to fill up time or just as a declaration for tex’s love of gags, yet it amuses me nonetheless. tex works his sign gag magic as we spot a long, stringy fish making its way through the pond, an offscreen hand holding a sign that reads THIS IS AN ELECTRIC EEL, FOLKS. confirming our suspicions, the eel jolts with electricity, turning into a literal lightning bolt, a physical metaphor for its deadly touch. daffy spots the eel, completely unaware of its caveat. the animation and acting for daffy is very nice—the way he hides behind a log to “sneak” up on it, peering his little head out to get a good look. the duck strikes, swallowing the eel in one big gulp, swallowing and gleaming at the camera with his best “ain’t i a stinker?” grin. as he carries on his duck duties, swimming away contentedly, he receives a startling jolt of electricity from the eel inside him. the gag itself is a homage to the same gag in tex’s porky the rain-maker. once calm and content, daffy now skitters across the pond in a fit of terrified quacking, receiving jolts of electricity all the way. the gag has no relevance to the plot really—it just fades out and that’s the end of it, but i enjoy it regardless.

elsewhere, a different plight on a different character: hunger. porky sits in his boat, rifle in hand, waiting for his next fateful visitor to fly across, but the giant sandwich perched next to him is all too tantalizing. he licks his lips in anticipation—surely a quick lunch break can’t hurt if nobody’s coming to be shot, right? interesting to note that the past two cartoons to feature porky as a glutton have been tex avery cartoons—gold diggers of ‘49 and the blow out.

unable to stand it, porky reaches for his sandwich, discarding his rifle for the time being. just as he reaches for his lunch, a gaggle of ducks land right on the boat, quacking at him mockingly. the animation of porky scrambling to reach his gun is great. he doesn’t just reach for it, he swats around aimlessly for a few beats, trying to collect himself. i love how he looks in this cartoon, too. very cute and very appealing. porky finally grabs the gun, preparing to shoot, but all the ducks have flown away. oh well. porky goes back to his lunch, and his visitors fly back down again. in the midst of his scramble, porky grabs the gun the wrong way, nearly killing himself as he shoots the rowboat instead, collapsing into the water. all hopes of a delicious sandwich lunch is gone.

no matter! a random caricature of comedian joe penner is hiding in the pond to bring solace to porky, holding out a duck and giving his garbled catchphrase of “you wanna buy a duck?” something tells me that porky isn’t too enthused.

fade out and in to porky’s trusting hunting dog rin-chin-chin signaling for his master to come over quietly. porky marches out of the pond, swapping his duck decoy for his hunting cap and seeing what the matter is. i’m wondering if this scene was swapped around last minute, or maybe to indicate the passing of time (and more failures), seeing as porky didn’t have his duck decoy hat on in the last scene. nevertheless, magically changing hats aren’t on the top of porky’s mind: daffy swimming tantalizingly right in front of him is.

porky prepares to fire, and daffy once more anticipates his doom... but all he receives is a series of malfunctioning clicks. today is not porky’s day. however, daffy is pleased. so pleased that he marches onshore to HELP a very irate porky, furiously clicking his gun to no avail. i love how porky looks in this scene. very cute. daffy shakes his head and tuts in disapproval. in a great moment of half baked camaraderie, daffy haughtily reaches his hands out, signaling for porky to give him the gun. porky obliges hesitantly, observing as daffy clicks the gun once and fires. a success. daffy’s expression of disapproving indifference is the cherry on top of the entire gag.

with the duty done, daffy returns the gun to porky, who scratches his head in befuddlement. and, as if we could possibly forget, daffy guffaws his short lived catchphrase: “huh-huh, it’s me again.” the timing is lovely: avery could have opted to make daffy preface the interaction by saying “it’s me again”, but waited until the last possible moment to let the absurdity sit on. the line serves as a segue for daffy to make his heel clicking exit in a chorus of HOOHOO!s, once more bounding away from porky.

porky’s determined to get that damn duck if it’s the last thing he does. while daffy flies off, porky fires rapidly. in a homage to the previous airplane gag where the pilots were shot down, porky fires so quickly that he ends up decimating the ground beneath him, digging himself into a physical (and metaphorical) hole with each shot. a few overhead quacks, and porky pulls himself up from his homemade trench.

the V of ducks (or geese?) floating so tantalizingly above porky is like pure gold. figuring his gun wouldn’t be much use as of right now, porky opts to use a duck call instead. he gives it a hearty blow. the duck call is certainly convincing, but hardly in the way porky wanted it to be. the reeds and marshland around him is shot to pieces, the crowd of hunters from earlier mistaking porky for a duck instead. porky shields himself as the fire eventually stops. his happy-go-lucky attitude from the exposition is completely gone now as we spot a rare (for this time, anyway) display of over-boiling emotions. beyond frustrated, porky slams the duck call to the ground in defiance. physics defies his defying, and the duck call bounces right into his dog’s throat.

rin-chin-chin hiccups, and a duck call is emitted instead. porky and his dog ogle at each other, fearing what this could possibly mean. without any more hesitation, they both flop to the ground, taking cover. surprisingly, gunshots are sparse. that doesn’t stop porky from fashioning his own white flag to indicate his surrender. and, in an act of averyism, the gunshots pour in once porky raises his white flag. the animation of porky flopping around helplessly is very nice and rubbery—he’s like a rag doll.

duck season is completely out of the question: it’s pig season now. porky and rin-chin-chin run for the (beautifully painted) rural hills, both trying to dodge the flurry of bullets that follow. it’s like a war zone! finally, they both make it out alive... but miserable in the process. they both sulk as the woefully trudge back home, porky shooting furious glares at his hiccuping/quacking dog, who stares back at him in remorse. the mood is drastically different from the one we saw at the beginning.

finally, porky is in the comfort of his own home, free to mope and sulk as much as he pleases. just as he’s about to get his wallowing on, a cruelly familiar noise sounds out the window. seeing as it was the last cartoon released, it’s only fitting for “she was an acrobat’s daughter” to underscore the gang of ducks outside porky’s house, mockingly frolicking and playing, just waiting to be pierced full of holes.

we get our first porky stutter switch gag as he repeatedly attempts to fire, but to no avail. he’s pissed now. “d-duh-d-d-duh-du-duh-doggone it! nuh-nuh-nn-n-no more bu-buh-buh-b-bu-bu-bul-bull-bulle-buh—eh-shells!” but, as they say, luck favors the prepared, and porky was certainly prepared in the beginning. bad luck strikes porky once more as he tosses his gun away in a huff. in fact, there WAS at least one more bu-buh-b-buh-bul-bulle—shell in the gun. the gun fires, creating a giant hole in porky’s ceiling, parallel to the beginning.

a continuity error all in the name of a gag as we hear angry pounding on the door. porky opens the door and gets another punch to the snout from the same guy before, now marching upstairs with TWO holes in the back of his pants. a funny gag for sure, but the fact that he’s marching upstairs when just previously we saw the outside of porky’s house, ducks flying in his yard, raises a bit of a question. iris out.

but that’s not all, folks! the end of this cartoon has a special visitor: instead of the script writing “that’s all, folks!”, we instead have daffy zooming and zipping around on the lettering, HOOHOO!ing all the way, waving goodbye at his audience.

if you somehow managed to get to the end of this, congrats! what a monumental cartoon. this is not, by any means, the best daffy cartoon ever to exist. it’s a bit rough in some spots, and after the novelty wears off it isn’t as extraordinarily hilarious as it would have been in 1937. but that’s not to say this isn’t one of my favorite cartoons of all time: it absolutely is, despite its flaws. i love this cartoon to death. there’s so much happening! daffy’s first appearance, mel’s first time as porky. so anti-disney of an approach that it would truly shape the rest of the cartoons we’ll be seeing. without this cartoon, who knows if we’d have porky’s hare hunt? and without porky’s hare hunt, who knows if we’d have a wild hare? bugs owes daffy a thank you for his existence. i think this really is one of the most important cartoons in the entirety of looney tunes, moreso than a wild hare. the chances of a wild hare existing without porky’s duck hunt is pretty slim. tex would have no wabbit to rechristen and shape into the bugs we know and love today, because chances are there wouldn’t be a prototype bugs. not that porky hunting cartoons are the end all be all of animation, but they did play a part in spawning some of the most iconic characters in animation history.

as wild as this cartoon is, it’s strangely comforting at the same time. carl stalling’s musical score is out of this world on this one. the wild, zany moments are much more exciting than the exposition, but the exposition is very endearing and perhaps even a little sentimental, at least in my eyes. and, fun fact, there was actually a picture book adaptation made from this cartoon, so i suppose that adds to my view of its sentimentality. it feels like one, big, twisted norman rockwell painting to me. i’m always put in a good mood when watching this cartoon, because i don’t care about the continuity errors or animation errors or what have you. it’s just plain FUN. and again, you have to put yourself in the mindset of a 1937 moviegoer. this cartoon may seem like nothing in comparison to the mayhem we’ve seen in future cartoons, but as of april 17th, 1937, it was an absolute game changer. people had never seen this before. so, thanks to the direction of tex, this cartoon has shaped what looney tunes is today. i love this cartoon, and i’d urge you to watch it anytime, but its historical significance is another pivotal reason why you should watch it, at least once. GO WATCH IT!!!! watch history unfold before your very eyes! you have no reason not to. go do it!!

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hitchell-mope · 4 years

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(Film three. In Auradon. Bal’s apartments in the castle. After “best day of my life”. Mal’s in a pair of Ben’s boxer shorts and a doctor who T-shirt. Standing there)

Ben (looping his arms around her waist): hey

Mal: hey. How are you?

Ben: good. Good. And you

Mal: oh so much better now (she turns around) and is this all for me?

Ben: mmmmmmaybe?

Mal: well I greatly appreciate it whoa

(She’s turned around to get a better look at him. He’s, just like her. In boxers. Longish purple hair. And literally nothing else)

Mal: oooh I’m feeling very matchy matchy and very much mismatched

Ben: well there are two ways of remedying that. I could put a top on. OR. I could lock the door and soundproof the room and

Mal: lock the door I’ll soundproof

Ben (very happy): okay

Mal: oh my god!

(Under Ben’s shoulder blades are two jagged cuts from which are growing beating miniature mounds of flesh in a dark blue colour)

Ben: what’s wrong?

Mal: your back!

Ben: what! What is it. What’s wrong?

Mal: I. I. II don’t. Know. It looks like somethings growing out of your back

Doug (walking in briskly with Evie right begins): it’s probably dragon wings. The ember sped up the process I think

Mal: and how do you know that?

Doug: Hierachy And History: all levels of magic and their effects and uses. First edition illustrated.

Bal: can I?

Doug: yes you can borrow it. Hell. Keep it. I’ve got plenty

Mal: how do you know all this?

Doug: I uh bought literally every book about magic when you brought it back. Physical copies and on kindle

Mal: ohhhh. For a minute I thought you were mansplaining to us.

Evie: he’s not chad. He actually knows things. And why the hell aren’t you dressed?

Mal: well sis. We almost died a couple of hours ago so Ben and I were about to engage in a bit of glad to be alive

Evie: eww shut up

Mal: oh like you and Doug haven’t

Evie: that’s besides the point.

Mal: why are you here?

Evie: why do you think. Ben put a top on or something

Bal: no

Ben: I’m comfortable

Mal: I’m relaxed when he’s like this

(Evie sighs and looks defeated)

Doug: so what’s the plan

Mal: yeah about that. I’ve been thinking and I think I’ve connected the dots

Doug: oh?

Mal: yeah and it’s got to do with you and I sis

Evie (horrified): no

Mal: yah

Evie: no

Mal: yeah

Evie: nonono

Mal: yesyesyes

Evie: NO!

Mal: yes! Face it E we might be related

The boys: what?

Mal: think about it. Our mothers are the most self centred vainglorious batshit crazy bitches that side of the river Tiber. They would want the most powerful. Chernabog is a recluse and an altruist. The headless horseman has no mouth so can’t sing their praises. So all that’s left is the god of the dead

Evie: but I’m beautiful

Mal: and what am I. Corned beef?

Ben: I’d still marry you if you were corned beef if that helps

Mal: it does help surprisingly

Evie: but didn’t Maleficent say your dad was human?

Mal: villains lie E. That’s why I was always a disappointment

(Ben hugs her)

Adam (sauntering in like he owns the place): well isn’t that sweet.

Evie: what the hell are you doing here?

Adam: I’ve come to discuss the appalling situation that you let happen.

Mal: I’m sorry?

Adam: so you should be. Ben I have a plan. Put them all back and close it permanently

Doug: what

Adam: go back to the mine. It’s where you belong dwarf

Ben: ok you get out.

Adam: what?

Ben: you heard me. You’re not king. And you have no control over me my actions or my friends. So please. Get out

Adam: fine. But you should at least hear what happening since you had to have him save you

Doug: my names Doug but go on.

Adam: the people are in a panic. They’re terrified. If hades can escape others will try to. If you ask me

Bal and Devie: we didn’t

Adam: if you ask me I personally think it’s high time you do away with this ridiculous endeavour once and for all

Ben: no.

Adam: I wasn’t talking to you boy. I was talking to the future queen. Your people are scared. And even the poor are scared they lash out. Either way you’ll end up back where you cane from. You Carlos and the rest of the technicolour freaks that are destroying the property values that I painstakingly created. You are a “vk” are you not?

Mal: I’m not uh I uhm I don’t consider myself a vk anymore

Adam: then who? That is who you are right. Cradle to grave and all that rhetoric. Face it Mal. You are not an Auradon girl.

Elsa: oh you are so right beast. My daughter is not an Auradon girl. She’s the soon to be the queen of Auradon and isle AND she’s the princess of Arendelle. So that’s three titles to your zero. Meaning you’d do well to shut up

Adan: to what do I owe this...thing

Elsa: my daughter was hurt. So I’m checking on her. Like you should be doing for Ben. Or has belle finally ridding herself if you rendered you void of the most basic compassion for your son as well as everything else?

Adam: as I was saying. If my reasonable suggestion goes unheeded the people will rise up and there’s (a phone blasts out “backstreets back”) OH WHAT NOW!

Ben: it’s my cell phone. Doug would you be a dear and grav it for me

Doug: sure. But only if you put a top on?

Ben: I’ll think about it

(Doug snickers and answers the phone)

Doug: king Ben’s personal cell phone the major-domo speaking. Yes. Yes. Oh shit. Thank you for informing us (he hangs up) the wand, the spindle, Jafar’s staff and the magic mirror have been stolen from the museum

Bal, Elsa and Evie: what?

Mal: when?

Doug: two hours ago. There’s no security footage. The cameras were busted. Ten guards are dead. Two have had the hearts crushed. The rest were cut to pieces by glads shards

Adam: ok then. It’s decided. Round them up. I’ll get the trucks ready. We can have you and them all back by sundown

Elsa: you realise who you’re sounding like right now?

Adam: the only sane man. As it has been for years. Now Mal my dear. Your choice. Anarchy or order. Where’d she go

(Mal’s teleported away)

Evie: you poked the dragon.

Ben: I’ll go after. See if she’s ok

Elsa: no I will. This is a mother’s job

(She teleports after Mal and finds her in the dining room hyperventilating)

Mal: I can’t do it. I I can’t

(Elsa pulls her into a cool down hug)

Elsa: shhh shhh now. Don’t listen to him.

Mal: but he’s right. I’m going to be the queen. I should be thinking about these things. And ten people are dead. And some nutbag has some of the most powerful magical relics in existence

Elsa: but you still have the book and the sceptre. And the book. And if your hunch is correct. You’re half god. So

Mal: so, what?

Elsa: so...beast cannot lay a hand on you or Ben or anyone you care about. Not without your say so.

Mal: so what you’re saying is I hold all the cards

Elsa: essentially yes

Mal (weak laugh): why doesn’t that make me feel better

Elsa: because your upbringing had left you scarred and unable to make decisions that could impact people you care about

Mal: ... harsh but true

Elsa: listen

(This is when “brave” happens)

Mal: I can be brave. I can tell Adam where to stick it.

Elsa: I’ll supply the barge pole

Mal (cackling): please let me see that when it happens

Elsa: hmmmmm maybe

(Back in bal’s living room)

Evie: you’ve hated us all since the moment we arrived. You couldn’t stand the fact Ben chose my sister over the Hunan balloon animal you picked out.

Adam: sometimes the parent really does know best

Evie: said Gothel. Said Madame Mim. Said Jafar, Cruella, my mother, Yzma, Gaston, Maleficent and every single shitty parent we had to deal with over there. You’ve joined their ranks plain and simple

Adam: I am not one of them. You are. Upsetting the well defined status quo on a whim.

Ben: you were a bastard of a father and now you’re a bastard of a human being. The kingdom has me now. And I shan’t make the same mistakes errors and blatant crimes against humanity that you did

Adam: then you’ll be a disappointment as king.

Evie: oh for once in your life shut up and let others speak

Adam: PRETTY THINGS SHOULD SIT STILL AND REMAIN SILENT!

Evie: oh there’s my mother again. Doug honey did you know that she said that exact same thing to me when I stared talking?

Doug: oh my god I’m so sorry.

Evie: eh don’t be. I’m over it. Well mostly. But the fact that this idiot is saying it says plenty about his perceived moral superiority

Adam: if you can’t listen to reason I can always force you.

Evie: once again. My mother. Maleficent. Gaston. Jafar. Cruella. Mim. Medusa. Yzma. Hearts. Need I go on?

(In Ursula’s grotto Uma’s working on something)

V!Harry: what are you doing. Well. I know what you’re doing. I’m you. I’m just asking for the benefit of those out there

Uma: who?

Harry: nothing. Don’t worry.

Uma: ugh whatever. I’m working on an escape. If she thinks she can stop me she’s sorely mistaken

(This is when “speechless” happens)

(Mal bursts back in to the room)

Mal: alright here’s what’s going to happen. Ben, Evie you guys still wanna continue with the program?

Ben: yes

Evie: absolutely

Mal: then you do that. Because, Adam, we aren’t closing the barrier. You got that?

Adam: I really don’t think

Mal: I don’t care what you think. Nobody here cares what you think. You’re no longer king. Hence superfluous to the narrative. You’re nothing. The chain of command goes Ben, Doug, me, Evie

Evie: uh excuse me?

Doug: sorry hon. She’s right.

Ben: yeah. King, major-domo, queen, chancellor.

Evie: shit

Mal: so you can scream shout moan complain. But we’re not closing off the island. EVER!

Adam: you’ll regret this.

Mal: pretty sure we won’t.

(Adam stalks off)

Mal (immediately deflating): man I need a drink. Amethyst wine anyone?

Evie: do I even wanna know?

Mal: probably not.

Ben: it’s great. Just like the butter bars

(Evie turns green around the gills)

Doug: I’m probably gonna regret this but what’s in it

Mal: white wine. Vodka. A quarter pound of sugar. And it’s all mixed together with juiced violets. Hence the colour

Evie: that sounds disgusting.

Ben: oh it is. But we made it with magic so the potency is through the roof

Doug: meaning?

Ben: meaning it’ll get you blackout

Mal: shitfaced

Bal: blindingly drunk

Evie (forcing back a disgusted look): ahahaha. I’ll pass

Bal: suit yourself

(They commence drinking. In the isle chadeficent is looking on as Ursula goes belly up)

Chadeficent: need some help?

Ursula: my wretch of a daughter blew up my grotto and escaped with that mouth breathing pirate spawn. Of course I need help

(Chadeficent sends eerie magic hands, the exact type that ripped out Ariel’s voice, plucks out Ursula and drops her on the pier)

Ursula: now that that’s all settled. Who the hell are you

Chadeficent (now only using Maleficent’s voice): you tell me sea witch.

Ursula (unsurprised): you’ve literally never looked worse

Chadeficent (in Chad’s voice): hey watch it bitch!

Ursula: excuse me

Chadeficent (still in Chad’s voice): I mean seriously you look like a desaturated smurf.

Ursula (eyes glowing teal): Do you wanna say that again kid?

Chadeficent (in Maleficent’s voice): no he does not

Ursula (smirking): who’s body?

Chadeficent (both voices now): the son of Cinderella

Ursula: oooh a new meal?

Chadeficent: no. A tool (Maleficent’s voice) in more ways then one

Ursula: how’d you get here.

Chadeficent (both voices): the elongated horseless carriage

Ursula: so the limo

Chadeficent: yes.

Ursula (very much unimpressed): mhmm. Why are you back?

Chadeficent: I’m starting a coven. I assume you want in?

Ursula: eh what the hell. Wouldn’t be the first time we teamed up to ruin lives

Chadeficent: remember when we ruined for children’s lives simultaneously?

Ursula (mad): oh you mean that time my daughter was publicly humiliated and gained a dehumanising epithet all because your daughter acted out in anger at something the witches daughter did that left the freckled thing to be tortured by the furrier for a month?

Chadeficent: yes

Ursula (bark laughing): HA. Good times good times. So. What’s the plan

Chadeficent: we are going to break my daughter

Ursula: mind? Body? Soul? Spirit?

Chadeficent: all four

(In Auradon. Adam’s just sat down at the bar of a tavern)

Adam: double scotch on the rocks

Bartender: coming right up sir

Adam: never have kids Moliere

Bartender: my names not Moliere sir

Adam (not even listening): you raise them. You teach them. You impart your wisdom. Your values. And what do they do? Take a giant steaming shit on all you worked on and turn everything completely upside fucking down in the name of goddamn “progress”. Know what I’m saying?

Bartender: ohhhhkay?

(Adam gets off the stool and starts the jukebox. This is when “gold” starts.)

Bartender (very very scared now): sir. Your majesty are you ok?

Adam (pensively): no. No I’m not a majesty. Not anymore. Well. Not yet at least.

(He runs out of the tavern without paying)

Customer: what the hell was that all about?

Bartender: I don’t know. But I have a feeling little benny needs a warning.

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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brianprobablywill · 5 years

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Nutso (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

2.5k words of university students joe x reader, nothing but fluff!

(i am quite proud of this one, if i may say so myself)

You’d seen this guy around before. Yeah, he sits in the cafeteria with Ben — whom you shared a class with — every day. You’d always seen them hanging out, even smiled at them, getting smiles in return. You always had the feeling the guy was sweet. He came off as lovable and friendly.

He was with Ben the day Ben had come over to ask you about something that happened in class. You’d made a silly joke and the guy had cackled loudly, giving you a high-five.

Yeah. Seemed friendly. Seemed fun. A little wacky even.

But this… this was nutso. You’d heard many stories on the internet of people pulling stupid shit in college, but you were sure you weren’t going to see it happen in your college days.

But here you were. Staring out of the classroom window as you waited for the professor to show up, watching in shock as this guy — sane little Ben’s best friend — lit himself on fire in front of four other guys, one of whom you identified as Ben, and one girl.

You watched as his face contorted in a mixture of anguish and excitement, jumping as he tried to put it out.

“Aaaaaand that’s twenty. Guys, I’m out!” One of your classmates called out as she got up to her feet, looking at her watch. A few other people followed, chattering frivolously.

You had decided to wait it out in the classroom, working on some of your own stuff, but fire-guy had you intrigued. Why did he look excited? Why were his friends only watching? Why was Ben laughing so joyously about it?

So after considering it for a few mere moments, you made your way out of the class, too, hoping to catch Ben. It might seem like an awkward conversation to have, because you had watched them creepily through the window the whole time. But your curiosity was going to get the better of you, you had an inkling.

Ben was walking towards the building, shaking his head, when you saw him. “Hey, Y/N,” he casually greeted you.

“Hi, Ben. Heading to class?” You asked, stopping in your tracks.

“Yeah. I know I’m twenty-five minutes late, but I better go,” he laughed. “Are you sneaking out?” He joked, raising one eyebrow.

You laughed along for a second, pretty sure it came off as fake as it possibly could. “Listen, Ben. Could I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he leaned in.

“Your friend, your best friend,” you said, waiting to go any further.

“Joey? Just one of a few best friends.” Ben smiles, almost like he was remembering something. You had a feeling it was what had transpired ten minutes ago.

“Joey. I was looking out the window, just casually looking, and I saw you and your friends - Joey, light himself on fire?” You asked, trying to keep your tone even. You wanted to laugh, but you weren’t going to do it in front of Joey’s best friend.

Ben laughed, “I knew someone was going to see that!” He ran a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes playfully. “He had some stupid bet going with Gwil — one of our friends.”

“Ah.” You said, a little disappointed that it was just a bet. You were hoping for an entertaining elaborate response. Something to keep you amused for the rest of the seemingly bleak day.

“You can ask him about it if you want.” Ben shrugged, nodding his head in Joey’s direction. “He loves talking about the crazy shit he gets up to. New Yorkers, I swear,” He begins walking away.

“I’m a New Yorker.” You mumbled, beginning to contemplate if you were going to go over to Joey. Ben called out to you just then.

“Y/N, he’s a cool guy,” he said, a good thirty feet away from you. “Also, call him Joe!”

Trusting Ben’s word, you began walking towards the now disbanded group. There were only Joe and another guy whom you recognized from your Physics class. Andrew? Alex? Something like that.

The other guy saw you coming over, motioning to Joe. Joe smiled when he saw you, waving. He looked surprised when instead of simply waving you walked right toward him. “Hey, Y/N,” he sounded cheerful. You were a little surprised that he knew your name, but you figured Ben told him after one of the many times you’d waved at the pair.

“Hi, Joe, right? You tried your hand at nonchalance.

“That’s me,” Joe held his arms out, almost hitting his friend. “And Allen,” he introduced.

“Yeah, we have Physics together,” Allen said, “I have to get going. Have fun!” Allen winked at the two of you.

You smiled in his general direction before turning back to Joe. You didn’t know where to begin. Do you ask him how he started the fire? Why he started the fire? That you were watching his every move from the second floor? Finally, you managed a “How’s your arm?”

“From what?” Joe touched his intact arm with his burnt one.

You smiled, “This one,” you pointed, bouncing on your heels.

“You saw,” Joe said, looking the right mix of embarrassed and excited. The right mix.

“Yeah, I was looking out of the window and I saw.” You grinned awkwardly, shrugging.

“You wanna know what happened?” Joe asked, raising one eyebrow. When you did nothing but nod, Joe looked around for a minute, finally saying, “Let’s sit down.” He led you to a wall, sitting down with his back resting against it. His backpack was in his lap. He toyed with a carabiner on his backpack as he waited for you to join him.

You didn’t hesitate for longer than a second before you sat down, too, shrugging your backpack off and resting it on the wall right next to you. Joe mirrored your actions, clapping his hands. “It’s not much of a story. Just thought we could sit down.”

“No problem,” you smiled, taking in his messy hair and toothy grin.

He looked so carefree. So fun. It almost looked wrong for college life. His actions were nothing short of exuberant. He looked like the right guy to be best friends with. You almost got a little jealous that Ben got to spend so much time with him, as did his other best friends.

“Well, Allen and Gwil — Gwil is another friend, he’s really tall and handsome.” He grinned, laughing, “Allen and Gwil were arguing about some lens theory. I asked them what kind of lens I should use if I wanted to start a fire. Gwil very confidently said that it could only be started with a convex lens.”

You were nodding along, listening carefully. You wanted to listen to everything he had to say. You just had to.

“I just wanted to annoy them a little bit, so I bet I could do it with a concave lens.” He smiled.

You raised your eyebrows, shifting to get a better look at him. “But physics!” You argued.

Joe only smiled mischievously, “I didn’t do it,” he fessed, only looking slightly bummed.

“Yeah, how could you?” You asked.

“Hey, not you too!” He tutted before continuing, “So another friend, Lucy, suggested that I light myself on fire as punishment for annoying Gwil. Gwil didn’t refuse, so I did it.”

“You did it?!” You asked incredulously, smiling.

“I did it. It wasn’t too bad. Well, it isn’t too bad now.” Joe smiled, touching his arm lightly.

“You should get some ice on that.” You tried to help.

“I will, I promise.” He held up a hand as Scout’s honor. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to just sit here for a while.”

You smiled again, “Well, would you mind if I sat here with you?” You asked, slightly nervous. You wanted to sit here. You wanted to listen to more of what Joe had to say. There was just something about him that made you want to get to know him better.

Joe looked at you, mouth open for a second. “You are part of the deal!” He said, “I would like to sit here, with you.”

Something funny coiled in your stomach. A wierd, uneasy feeling that you associated with… goddamn butterflies. No.

No.

“Ben told me you’re a zoology major.” Joe began.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, slightly out of it. You brought your hand to your back, tugging on the end of your ponytail. “I love animals,” you divulged.

“Animals are nice. My favourite is the giraffe.”

“Good choice!” You laughed, “I like Bearcats.”

“Tell me something about Bearcats. Are they half-bear, half-cat?” Joe demanded, resting his chin on his hand.

You laughed at his silliness, “Nope. Full bearcat. They smell like buttered popcorn.”

“No,” Joe drawled out, disbelief riddled in his eyes.

“Yes. They smell like buttered popcorn. Google it!”

“I will, Y/N, because I do not believe that an animal naturally smells like buttered popcorn. I do not.” He crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head adamantly.

Your phone went off right when Joe opened his mouth to say something. You took it out of your pocket to see that it was your roommate who’d locked herself out of your apartment.

You closed your eyes. “I have to go,” you said, getting up.

“Oh,” Joe said half-dejectedly, holding out his hand so you’d pull him up. You watched as Joe brushed his butt off, looking at you with a final smile. “You should join us in the cafeteria! Generally, it’s just Ben and me — the rest have a different schedule — but we’ll get you introduced to the rest too! We’re a lot of fun.” Joe said proudly. He touched your arm lightly as he continued, “But seriously, you should join us.”

You looked briefly at where Joe had touched your arm, smiling. “Maybe I will.”

And you did. You walked over when Ben waved you over the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Getting to know Ben better was cool. He was really sweet.

Getting to know Joe was also… nice. It was nice. It was very nice. Joe was nothing but fun, happiness, and cheerfulness. His energy was intoxicating. You would be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to spending time with him.

So when Joe asked if you wanted to get ice cream with him in the evening — so he could treat you to the best ice cream in New York — you said yes the first chance you got.

To your surprise, there was no Ben. You had actually expected to tag along with Joe, Ben and his friends, and that had filled you with a little bit of dread. When you saw it was just Joe, waiting in the lobby of your building, you didn’t know whether you should have been relieved or more nervous.

“Hi, Y/N,” he greeted, pulling you in for a side hug. “Are your taste buds ready to have their mind blown?” He said, rubbing his hands together.

You crossed your arms, “My taste buds know what true flavor is. They expect nothing less than magical.”

“It’s ice cream, of course it’s magic!” Joe said as the both of you walked, your arms brushing. Joe made small talk the entire walk. You listened and answered, not focusing too much on the actual words. His hair looked disheveled as ever, as if he’d run his hands through his hair a thousand times. It looked soft, and you almost wondered what it would be like to run your fingers through it.

When you made it, Joe held open the door for you, dramatically exclaiming, “M’lady.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir!” You walked in, watching as Joe shook his head at you, eyes squinted.

“Let me recommend some flavors!” Joe said excitedly, walking over to the display. “Oh, cookie butter is really good. So is blueberry cheesecake. We should ask about today’s special!” Joe said all at once, looking at you questioningly.

“We should.” You grinned.

After a little asking and tasting, you settled on the special while Joe got cookie butter. He held out his cone, “We must first ‘clink.’” He informed childishly.

You ‘clinked’ cones with Joe, mumbling a “Cheers,” in response to his, before you headed outside to sit down on a bench.

“Did you try it yet?” Joe asked.

“I’m going to now.” You told him. Taking a lick, you realized that Joe was right. The ice cream was delicious. Goodness, it was perfect. You closed your eyes, moaning at the taste. “This is so good.” You opened your eyes. “You were right, Joey!”

Joe smiled, simply watching you. He took in your face, blinking softly.

“Joe, your ice cream!” Joe’s ice cream was starting to run down his cone and onto his fingers.

“Oh, shoot!” Joe quickly licked it all up, flicking his hands. “I’m a mess!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I have a flair for it.”

You and Joe talked for a while. You discussed your childhoods, what let to NYU, and what the future looked like. When it started to get dark, Joe offered to walk you home. You accepted, taking in the feeling of Joe’s hand on your back. He was walking closer to you than he was on the way to get ice cream. His voice had become softer and shyer over the course of time. You were worried you’d said something wrong.

When you were outside your building again, Joe said, “I’m glad you liked that ice cream.” There was a small smile playing on his lips.

“I’m glad I did, too, I’m going to take my roommate there now.” You said, unable to shake off the feeling of anxiety. “Joe, can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Joe said.

“Did I do something? You sound… less Joe-like. I’m sorry if I said something, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No, no, Y/N, you didn’t do anything,” He touched your arm with his hand, letting the touch linger. “I just…” He licked his lips, trailing his hand down your arm to grab onto your hand.

Your breath hitched in your throat. Joe was holding your hand. He was holding your hand.

“Can I try something?” Joe asked, his voice only slightly above a whisper. You nodded, unsure of your words. Before you knew it, Joe was leaning in. His lips brushed against yours, going no further. He pulled away, still in extreme proximity to your face. He chuckled, the nerves evident in his breath. "Was that okay?"

You nodded again, putting your hand on Joe's cheek to draw him in again, this time kissing him a little deeper. Joe brought his hand to your waist, inching you closer to his body. When you pulled away, Joe was out of breath, grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, god." He exhaled.

"What? Was that bad?" You asked, unsure of yourself.

"No, Y/N. That was perfect." Joe pecked you on your lips one last time before pulling away completely. He ran his hand through his hair again, "Wow."

You felt the tips of your ears warming, watching as Joe blushed.

"I'll see you at lunch tomorrow?" He asked, still giddy with excitement.

You pulled him in for a hug, unable to contain how cute he looked like this. "Lunch tomorrow."

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someonefromseoul · 4 years

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Fuck Me.

Hello. I don’t know who or what I’m directing this to but I’ll just pretend there’s someone actually reading this. Temptation is a strong fundamental desire that doesn’t always have our best interest. Like that time you look in the mirror wishing you haven't had that donut for lunch, or that other time when you turn and toss, only to find yourself not being able to sleep at 4am from the nap you had earlier that day.

I feel like shit right now. I had oily ass bacon for breakfast, cup noodles for brunch, pepperoni pizza for lunch, ice cream cone for dessert, almond soy bean milk as my “work drink”, only to transition my day into a nap.

I feel bloated as fuck and my pimples are having the time of their lives, meeting new friends and such.

So this only leads me to my usual routine of self hatred and disgust for a solid hour, drotting down what the rest of my day will look like just to fool myself to thinking I’m productive, and get on Tumblr to waste more time complaining about my day!

Okay, but here’s the deal. I really do want to get better again. I stopped working out ever since my gym closed down from that fucking coronavirus (yes, I am that spoiled and self centered only to be complaining about my gym closing during this time of crisis) which has been a couple of months now.

I had diet fillers on my chin area to get rid of my chin fat right before the quarantine. That was a fucking waste of money since my double chin is back.

Anyway, my point is that I want to be somewhat sane again. My mind is literally going crazy over being stuck at home and I clearly don’t love my body enough judging by how I’ve been treating it.

I put a face mask earlier today. That’s a change. I’m going to work out starting NOW. In like a few hours. And I’m going to document the progress and process because I want to see the change and actually hold myself accountable if I don’t go through with this.

So this is the plan.

1. I am 51.8kg (114.2 pounds) right now. My goal weight is 48kg (105 pounds). Okay, so basically my goal is to lose around 10 pounds.

2. I just started an art instagram. Try to post three times a week. I want to have 10 followers by the end of May. And NOT by asking my limited amount of friends to follow. I want to connect with real strangers who are really there for my art.

3. My fucked up skin. Let’s try to clear that out as soon as possible as well. I know I have oily skin and a huge part of that comes down to what I consume. Let’s fucking please stay away from oily and salty food. Drinks permitted is only water, tea, and sometimes alcohol.

4. Speaking of alcohol, try to stay away from that. Which I’m doing a good job of these days because I’m “social distancing” (no friends). I’m going out tomorrow though but let’s really try to keep it like max 3 drinking nights per month. MAX. preferably once to none.

5. You can never single out alcohol when you’re a smoker. Hi, hello, I’m a smoker. I’ll write a post going more in depth about my smoking journey. Long story short, I’ve been smoking since August of 2013. So like 7 years already. I genuinely don’t know why I started it. Actually that’s a lie, I got into it because I thought it looked cool and I wanted to fit in. Sad, sad weakling I was. Anyway, I’m going to QUIT. I literally say this like merry Christmas to the point my friends just roll their eyes at me whenever I say this. Like, let’s really try to make this a reality instead of this having to be that time I cried wolf again. LIKE PLEASE. For yourself, man. You know you’re getting old and it’s not like you have any more health to spare.

6. Work on my art project. You know which one I mean. I want to keep it on the down low. To roughly plan, I want to work on my portfolio around June July and August. but by June, let’s focus on instagram, enhancing my drawing skills from proko, and this personal art project I’m not going to specifically go into because it’s confidential. Let’s call it Arty. So yeah, finish Arty.

7. My relationships. Mind you, I’ve never seen a therapist because I’m not financially independent and it’s a taboo subject to bring up in Asian culture. At least with my family. So no, I haven’t been professionally diagnosed, but who needs a doctor when we have google, right? So to preface, this is not a legitimate claim I’m making. But I strongly think and believe that I have anxiety; especially social anxiety and an avoidant personality disorder. I definitely deal with SOMETHING-I do plan on going to a therapist the moment I get the chance to, which is hopefully, soon. Anyway, getting back on topic. I want to work on my relationships with my friends and family because I’ve literally been in my shell for the past couple of months. Avoiding people at all costs. Not healthy at all.

8. My mental health. Probably the most important one. If this was a meat house and I could grade my health, I would give it a B+. Definitely not a S, not exactly an A either-but on the fence between A and B. Not quite A- but more of a B+. I don't have any serious health issues but I’m not great either. I feel slightly uncomfortable when breathing, my mind is foggy, and I think I might have hemorrhoids soon. Literally keeps me up at night because it frightens me-I constantly flex my butthole just in case things might peep out (sorry for the TMI but this is my fucking blog so deal) (me still pretending like someone’s actually still reading this shit post) I lose sleep over it, don’t even get me started. Anyway, if my body health is a B+, my mental health is probably around a B-. I don’t think it’s around the C level, but it’s definitely below average (average being a B). It’s at the verge of either becoming average or enter into the C level. A or S is obviously out of reach with my potential right now. But I want to get to an A; possibly to a S some day. Some day. A girl can dream. Anyway, how I want to go about this is to keep writing on this blog. Because I have a fake ass personality, I literally hide my real self to everybody. Kinda psycho like that. At least this little spot can be my safe space where I can get all my genuine shit out. To be serious for 2 seconds, I think I’m fake to people these days because I don’t feel comfortable being completely myself. My self esteem really plummeted after I graduated high school. I’ve been shushing myself internally too-shaming myself about how stupid and weird I sound. I’ve been trying to press down all my negative judgements and thoughts because I didn't want to spread that kind of energy to other people which made me be fake positive all the time. That can be really fucking suffocating, guys. Those of you who know what I mean say I.

Anyway, I want to find my color again. I think I’ve been shushing and shaming myself for so long, I don't even know who I am anymore. Hopefully writing like this helps. And apparently physically working out does as well. Let’s try to aim everyday, maybe a lazy day per week.

Side note-Kakaotalk keeps spamming me about the sakura flowers and how beautiful it is, suggesting me to go see it. Um, hello. Can you stop harassing me with these insensitive messages? Some people don’t have friends to go with. And it’s quarantine season? Are you dumb?

9. My looks. which goes under self care as well. I’m not gonna lie, I think I’m a fairly okay looking girl. I’m going to change my makeup style because after not putting on makeup for so long and looking back at my old photos, I’ve seen my bare face for so long, I grew fresh pair of eyes to see how I REALLY looked prior to this quarantine. And I finally got what people meant by “your makeup looks obnoxious.” Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE makeup. I’ve loved makeup ever since I was a sophomore in high school. I follow many of the beauty gurus (how they used to call it back in the days. I think people call them beauty influencers or makeup artists now) from youtube and Sephora was my second home. My broke ass owns like majority of the urban decay naked palettes in exchange for eating kimchi and eggs for weeks with my poor college student self in exchange. Poor college student with a BEAT makeup look though.

Anyway, the point I want to get across is that I respect and love ANY form of self expression. There is no such thing as too much or too less (is that even a word) makeup as long as YOU feel good in it. I personally did and I enjoyed my extra caked face. But not anymore. Maybe on some occasions, but I just don’t feel like that’s me anymore. So I need a new make up look, and I literally want new clothes. I hate my freaking outfits. Going to invest in some soon.

I can’t really think of anything else. I want to go in further with some of the topics I’ve tackled today but I think that’s enough journal writing for today. If I think of anything else, I can always update later. I just fucking pray I don't get hemorrhoids. I don’t have it now but I’m just so paranoid because I literally sit down 25/8 and apparently sitting for an extended period of time continuously can cause hemorrhoids. And for some reason I keep feeling like I’m going to get it soon. Like my butthole low-key feels a little weird at times. Hopefully I’m okay.

#journal #selfcare #goingcrazy #self reflection #hate myself #thoughts #plans #life

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oh my god i think i like you

- you're pretty & smart & ignoring me so obviously you're my type. - i won't forget, i won't regret this beautiful, heart stopping, breathtaking, life-changing... - hey. you're the love of my life. you know that, right?

a rebecca bunch x greg serrano mega mix from season 1 to season 4, so there's A LOT OF MOODS. prepare to laugh, cry, and dance. cover completely inspired by cordeliafoxxy's mix fanmix challenge - ix. fictional relationships (groups, family, friendship, otp, etc.)

[ spotify | 8tracks (incomplete) ]

falling for the first time - barenaked ladies I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser / I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out / I'm so sane, it's drivin' me crazy / It's so strange, I can't believe it feels just like I'm falling for the first time

i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance - black kids I'm not gonna teach him how to dance / The second I do, I know we're gonna be through / I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you / He don't suspect a thing / I wish he'd get a clue / I'm not gonna teach him how to dance to with you

bartender - regina spektor Come on, bartender / You have got to kick me back out / Into the cold and nasty weather / And maybe if I sober up / I will stop / Pretending that love is forever / Come on, bartender / Love will be the death of me / Love is so fickle / It starts with a flood and it ends with a trickle

closing time - semisonic Closing time / One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer / Closing time / You don't have to go home but you can't stay here / I know who I want to take me home

settle for me - santino fontana Yes, Josh is a dream, but I’m right here / In flesh and blood and self-hate / Settle for me / In a sad way, darling, it’s fate

settle for me (reprise) - rachel bloom Why not just settle for him? / He's a nice, smart guy / And he and I / Do get along... / Well, kind of.

i really want you to hate me - meg myers I really want you to hate me / I really want you to find / That I am bitter and angry / That I'm the ugliest girl / And I will never be a bride / There's no love for the wicked / There's no love and / I wanna die

self esteem - the offspring I wrote her off for the tenth time today / And practiced all the things I would say / But she came over / I lost my nerve / I took her back and made her dessert / Now I know I'm being used / That's okay because I like the abuse / I know she's playing with me / That's okay 'cause I've got no self-esteem

feels like we only go backwards - tame impala I've got my hopes up again, oh no, not again / It feels like we only go backwards, darlin' / The seed of all this indecision isn't me / 'Cause I decided long ago / But that's the way it seems to go / When trying so hard to get to something real

shadowboxer - fiona apple I was on to every play / I just wanted you / But oh, it's so evil, my love, the way you've no / Reverence to my concern / So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love / To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn

happier - a fine frenzy Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical / It's not the words that make it final / You've said such things before to rival them / But it's how you say 'em now that's changed / Cold but sympathetic all the same / Lie to convince me that I'll be better off / Oh, you go on and I'll be happier

tired - adele I'm tired of trying / Your teasing ain't enough / Fed up of biding your time / When I don't get nothing back / I get closer, you obviously prefer him

it’s you - zayn She got / Her own reasons / For talking to me / And she don't, she don't, she don't / Give a fuck about what I need / And I can't tell you why / Because my brain can't equate it / Tell me your lies / Because I just can't face it

the writing’s on the wall - ok go It seems like forever / Since we had a good day / The writing's on the wall / But I just want to get you high tonight / I just want to see some pleasure in your eyes / And I go too high, and you go too cold then we both fall apart / Then you bring your mind, to rest against mine / But the mind has no say on affairs of the heart

tear you apart - she wants revenge Either way he wanted her and this was bad / He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy / Now a little crush turned into a like / And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her, / "I want to hold you close / Soft breasts, beating heart / As I whisper in your ear / I want to fucking tear you apart"

i gave you a uti - santino fontana One night with me is pure ecstasy / 'Cause I know just what you like / But you should know for a week or so / You won't be able to ride a bike / I gave you a UTI

oh my god i think i like you - rachel bloom I say, "No no no! This is just about sex!" / And "No no no! Don't be such a girl, Becks!" / But then I feel the oxytocin creeping back to my brain / And all I can do is sing it again / Oh my god, I think I like you

everything is embarrassing - sky ferreira Maybe if you let me be your lover / Maybe if you tried, then I would not bother / I've been hating everything, everything that could have been / Could have been my anything, now everything's embarrassing

like a friend - pulp I had one, two, three / Four shots of happiness, I look like a big man / But I've only got a little soul / I wish I could be an example / Wish I could say I stood up for you / And fought for what was right / But I never did / I did what was wrong though I knew what was right / I've got no wisdom that I want to pass on

slow disco - st. vincent There's blood in my ears / And a fool in the mirror / And the pain of mistakes couldn't get any clearer / Am I thinking what everybody's thinkin'? / I'm so glad I came, but I can't wait to leave / Slip my hand from your hand / Leave you dancin' with a ghost

about a girl - the academy is... Last night I knew what to say / But you weren't there to hear it / These lines so well rehearsed / Tongue-tied and overloaded / You never noticed / I'm not in love / This is not my heart / I'm not gonna waste these words / About a girl

twice - little dragon Twice I turn my back on you / I fell flat on my face but didn't lose / Tell me what led you on, I'd love to know / Was it both men / Thought I had an answer once / But your random ways swept me along

knife - grizzly bear I want you to know / When I look in your eyes / With every blow / Comes another lie / You think it's alright / Can't you feel the knife?

still - foo fighters Bring some change up to the bridge / Bring some alcohol / There we'll make a final wish / Just before the fall / Promise I will be forever yours / Promise not to say another word

false alarm - the head and the heart Visions of you dance through my head / Dark heroine of the books I have read / Pages torn out, I made up my own world / Deep in the dream, it's all built to last / You'll pull the plug, drain me down fast / So many stones, stuck in my shoes / And I know if there's enough / It could make up a road / That could lead me far from this town

georgia - vance joy She is something to behold / Elegant and bold / She is electricity / Running to my soul / And I could easily lose my mind / The way you kiss me will work each time / Calling me to come back to bed / Singing Georgia on my mind

anyone who knows what love is (will understand) - irma thomas You can blame me / Try to shame me / And still I'll care for you / You can run around / Even put me down / Still I'll be there for you / The world / May think I'm foolish / They can't see you / Like I can / Oh but anyone / Who knows what love is / Will understand

i wanna get better - bleachers I didn’t know I was lonely 'til I saw your face / I wanna get better / I didn't know I was broken 'til i wanted to change / I wanna get better

it was a shit show - santino fontana We can't undo, can't make amends / Dysfunction is our lingua franca / When you say that I should stay / That's exactly when I should split / Though I won't forget, I won't regret / This beautiful, heart stopping / Breathtaking, life-changing...!

vertigo - anya marina The song you sing is sentimental / The song you sing is making me well / I like it, like it, outta control / The song you sing gives me vertigo / I was singing to myself / Pretending you were there

santa monica dream - angus & julia stone I'm singing songs about the future / Wondering where you are / I could call you on the telephone / But do I really want to know? / You're making love now to the lady down the road / No I don't, I don't want to know / I'm somewhere, you're somewhere / I'm nowhere, you're nowhere / You're somewhere, you're somewhere / I could go there but I don't

weary blues - madeleine peyroux Lord knows it died the day you left / My dream world fell apart / Weary blues from waitin' / Lord, I've been waitin' so long / These blues have got me cryin' / Oh, sweet daddy please come home

love is a losing game - amy winehouse Love is losing game / One I wished, I never played / Oh, what a mess we made / And now the final frame

hello, nice to meet you - rachel bloom & skyler astin Pleased to make your acquaintance, stranger / I've spent many years processing my anger / Wouldn't know what to say to the person I knew / But it's nice to meet you

enchanted - taylor swift All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you / This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go / I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

505 - arctic monkeys I'm going back to 505 / If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive / In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side / With your hands between your thighs / But I crumble completely when you cry / It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

forget forgive - someone Bad thoughts pushing at the neck / Puts pressure on the chest / Calm sorrow / Forget / Forgive

warning sign - coldplay I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in / I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones / That I started looking for a warning sign / When the truth is, I miss you

fine with me - rizzle kicks Spit out the bitter when life isn't sweet, yeah / That's fine with me, fine with me / Just for today, if nothing goes my way, well / That's fine with me, fine with me / 'Cause I'm in the place / Where nothing could happen / To the smile on my face

warm body - cafune Give me all your heartaches and I'll push them down the drain / There's no need for voices that aren't singing this refrain / Say all you want, just stay / You just need a warm body / I'll be your install, I just need your warm body / Everybody knows, they just need to talk about it / Stay this way, hit replay

stop desire - tegan and sara I can't deny I'm begging for attention / Dropping hints, hoping for some tension / Getting tired of making all this racket / Waiting on you to get your ass in gear / I didn't wanna be so invested / I played it cool and then I overdressed it / Get me, feel me, want me / Like me, love me, need me

she’s so high - tal bachman First class and fancy-free, she's high society / She's got the best of everything / What could a guy like me ever really offer? / She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother? / 'Cause, she's so high, high above me / She's so lovely

i really like you - carly rae jepsen I need to tell you something / I really, really, really, really, really, really like you / And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?

sweet - little dragon Sweet, that feeling when you know you're hooked and you can't get enough / Sweet, that feeling when you're skating down the avenue of love / Sweet, I was checking on your phone because this sweetness is drugs / Sweet, can't get enough, not giving up

i hate everything but you - skyler astin I hate the phrase "Love conquers all," and I hate that it's true / 'Cause I want to not hate things when I'm with you / You love so many things and you have so much fun / It makes me wish my hating days were done

love natural - crystal fighters It's almost midnight, the time is coming up / The time is getting closer, the time is almost here / Life is upon us and the time for love is here and now / When I look at you, oh I feel my heart / Oh, I feel your love deep inside

do it again - santino fontana My lips just ache to have you take the kiss that's waiting for you / You know if you do, you won't regret it, come and get it / Do it again, please do it again

the sword & the pen - regina spektor Don't let me out of this kiss / Don't let me say what I say / The things that scare us today / What if they happen someday / Don't let me out of your arms / For now / I don't want to live without you

sea of love - cat power Do you remember / When we met / That's the day / I knew you were my pet / I wanna tell you / How much / I love you

#crazy ex girlfriend #greg serrano #rebecca bunch #cxg #cxgf #grebecca #playlist #greg x rebecca #fanmix #music #fanmix challenge #mine #*

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years

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The Magicians - Chapter 3

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: near death experience with water Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @och-ako @trcvias

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jungkook was usually pretty good about waking up before everyone else; being the youngest and all. However, this morning proved to be an odd exception. The events of last night’s dinner must have worn him out more than he originally thought. Speaking of last night, his eyes shot open and he immediately looked over to the other side of the bed only to find that you were no longer there. But his panic didn’t last long as he shot up in bed only to notice you were simply sitting on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the fireplace.

You looked so small all curled up in on yourself as you sat there. Knees to your chest hugging yourself. The male couldn’t help but sigh as he noticed how miserable you looked. Of course, he couldn’t really blame you. He went through the same thing once upon a time. But how to approach you? Surly you were still upset over everything from last night. Clearing his throat, he watched you jump a bit as he spoke sheepishly,

“I can light the fire if you’re cold.”

“I’m good. Thanks, though.”

Well at least you didn’t bite his head off. That much alone was a plus for him. However, you did keep your response pretty short. Mentally sighing in....well....defeat? Annoyance? Sadness? He didn’t know, but all the same, Jungkook felt heavy as he climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. He felt gross for some odd reason. Perhaps a good, hot shower would help wash everything away.

Meanwhile, you remained sat there on the circular sofa in front of the cold fireplace. Brooding, stewing, and dare we say even pouting. This sucked. This sucked majorly. Here you were, stuck in a haunted house with a bunch of loonies who believe they’re magicians. Like actual magicians. Magic didn’t exist. It just didn’t. But you couldn’t explain the events from last night. If Jungkook didn’t use wires, electronics, or trick mirrors.....and magic wasn’t real......then how did he make all that stuff happen last night? It just made no sense.

But magic wasn’t real and that was that.

Soon after, Jungkook came out of the bathroom looking squeaky clean and feeling much better. Now dressed in what you would have personally called rags, he looked so......different. More boyish than when he was dressed all nice and sparkly and flashy for dinner last night. His hair wasn’t styled up either. It was quite flat and you noticed his bangs were parted straight down the middle, almost showcasing his forehead. Those sculpted eyebrows of his had you staring a bit.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Do you want.....something to eat?”

“Nah I’m good. Not really hungry. But thank you though.”

Boy---Looks like your walls were incredibly as well as exceptionally strong and sturdy this morning. Should he have expected anything different? Probably not. But it still saddened him to see you so closed off. Even more now than before. Biting back the sigh of frustration and defeat, he tried speaking up one more time.

“Well the bathroom is all yours. I’m going to head down and grab a bite and then I’ll be back up.”

“Okay. Thanks. Have fun.”

Now he could finally pinpoint what was making his heart ten times more heavier. The lack of emotion in your voice and your responses. It was like you had just.....given up. As if you had accepted your fate of being stuck here with seven strangers who you probably thought were delusional and certifiably insane; claiming to be magicians and all. He had to admit, if the roles were switched, Jungkook would probably think he was crazy too.

“If you need anything, just come find me, okay?”

“Will do.”

Still not feeling right about leaving you in this room all by yourself, the young male reluctantly left and closed the door behind him. Just when he thought he might have been making some progress, you had to go and build those wall twice as high and twice as thick. Hardheaded feline, you were.

“Finally. Never thought he’d leave.”

When you were one hundred percent certain Jungkook was down the hall and out of earshot, you sprung into action. Not bothering to shower, you simply threw off the pajamas and changed into the outfit you had worn for dinner last night since it was the only thing you really had to choose from right now. The haunted house didn’t seem to be providing you with clothing like it did the guys but that was because there was no such things as real haunted houses.

Exiting the room carefully, you made sure Jungkook was truly nowhere to be found and gently closed the door behind you. This was it. This was your golden opportunity to get the hell out of here. You weren’t delusional and insane yet. Best to try and find the exit before you started to believe that you were a magician too. Magicians, what a bunch of nonsense.

Walking down the hall that you knew was the opposite direction of the kitchen and dining hall, you started to inspect as much of your surroundings as you could. Taking every small detail. Part of you wanted to just smash one of the windows but this weird, nagging feeling told you that wouldn’t be a very smart idea. Because surly these nut jobs of seven males would have tried that already......right?

It wasn’t that you had forgotten all of Jungkook’s own futile attempts that he had so kindly and selflessly shared with you two nights ago. It was just......there had to be a route he wasn’t taking. Wasn’t thinking of. There had to be a way out of here. And now the poor boy was so delusional that there was no way he was going to find it. So now it was up to her. The only sane person in this god forsaken building.

This place could certainly pull off for a haunted house. You were just waiting for some cheesy and corny looking ghost to come flying out from a corner or something. After walking down three more hallways and not finding a single exit sign or even a door for that matter, you were starting to get really really frustrated. Huffing in said frustration, you were finally given some kind of reward for all your walking when you finally, finally, came up on a door.

Shocked that you were actually able to open the door, you were a bit hesitant to walk in. However, pushing that fear of the unknown down where it couldn’t stop you, you pushed forward and entered the room. It was quite the sight, honestly. A sight that you didn’t quite know how to describe.

The first thing you noticed was that it was empty. However, you also noticed it was meant to be a bedroom of some kind. But it hadn’t always been used as a bedroom. No way. The room looked like an abandoned classroom for dancers. It really was quite creepy looking, in fact. Closing the door behind you, sounds of water dripping could be heard but you had no idea where it was coming from.

If it hadn’t been for all the furniture, it would have definitely looked more like what the room had originally been intended for. There was of course a bed, some dressers, what looked like a closet, but what you couldn’t tear your eyes away from was the umbrella resting in some kind of holster that was part of an elegant coat rack. That weird mechanical umbrella. Or at least that’s what you still firmly believed it was. Magic umbrella, pfft. Please. As if.

“Is my bedroom to your liking, cutie?”

A small scream had involuntarily fell past your lips as you quickly spung around only to lay eyes on the male known as Jimin. The guy with the creepy weird umbrella. So this was his room? The male could have been upset. Heck, he would have had every right to be. But instead, he was standing there smiling with a head full of damp hair; having just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully for your sake, he had already dressed before coming out of the bathroom. It would seem all their rooms had an en suite bathroom of some sort.

“Um.....I um.....thought this might have been an exit to the building. Sorry for intruding.”

The blonde male smiled warmly and gently shook his head while waving a hand in the same fashion as if to literally wave off your apology. You couldn’t help but noticed how.....nice he looked today. He looked dressy yet comfortable all at the same time. And that face. His eyes and lips, even his nose. Everything about him was really.....mesmerizing.

“Don’t worry about it, cutie. It’s only natural to be curious about the place. Especially having not been given a proper tour.”

Jimin then added with a sad and apologetic smile, “But I am sad to say, there are no exits that we know of yet. Otherwise, we would have been long gone by now.”

You refused to believe that. You would continue to refuse. Everything from the magic to the haunted house with no exits. It was all crazy and unrealistic. It was stuff that you only heard or seen in movies and this was not a movie. It was real life. Reality. The only state you lived in. But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you, so I’ll just be going.”

“Ani. Please stay. I’d like to talk and get to know you better. Jungkookie has hogged you all to himself for too long. If it’s not too bold to say.”

You didn’t know why, but your cheeks tried to warm up in a blush. Were you seriously blushing right now? No one was hogging you. That’s for sure. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. You were just.....you. That’s it. Not some toy that these boys were trying to hog all to themselves or some nonsense like that.

“Um.....I mean.....I guess I could.”

“Great! I’m just going to go grab a bite to eat and then I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable, cutie! Would you like anything brought back?”

You were a bit taken by surprise at how he seemed to almost literally light up. A smile that was wide and even a little gummy, you watched as he literally skipped towards the door but still waited for a response from you. Snapping out of your surprised state, you shook your head and said softly, almost timidly,

“No thank you.”

“Alright. I shall return shortly!”

And then you were left alone. Alone again. And what was your first instinct? To get the heck out of here. As usual. However, upon looking around, you couldn’t help but find yourself curious about what all was in Jimin’s room. Was there a reason his room was an abandoned dance classroom? Subconsciously humming in thought, you found yourself heading further into the room and further away from the door.

Jimin’s room definitely wasn’t as cozy and homey like Jungkook’s was. But then again, you had recalled RM commenting on how the house liked Jungkook better. But were you actually going to believe that crap? Nope. Not one bit. Refocusing, your eyes landed on that cursed umbrella. Now was your chance. This was your golden opportunity to prove them all wrong and how you were right. It had to be mechanical. Just had to be.

Walking over with renewed determination and solidifying your resolve, you reached out straight for the handle of the umbrella only to get the shock of your life; quite literally. Feeling like you had just put your whole hand in a light socket and gotten electrocuted, you almost choked on your cry of pain and stumbled backwards only to fall on your bum with a soft “Oof!”

Okay. You’d rationalize that in a minute. Right now, you had to try and get your whole arm to stop tingling from the shock. But seriously, what the hell was that? You eyed the umbrella suspiciously with narrowed orbs. That wasn’t just your imagination. But yet you couldn’t explain what would have caused the electric shock. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot more time to think about it because you suddenly had bigger problems to deal with.

Water. You could hear it earlier but now it was getting increasingly louder. No longer a drip but more of a trickle. Heaving yourself off the floor and looking around, you realized it was coming from vents way up on walls. Did Jimin know he had a leak in his room? Walking slowly and approaching the leaking vents, you got another shock of your life when suddenly the same exact vents started gushing water; nearly tearing one of the hanging ceiling lights and it’s shade from it’s cord.

“Whoa!”

The word was shouted out into the room before you could stop yourself. Well this was a drastic turn of events, wasn’t it? Okay. You had to pull yourself together. The shock of everything could wait later. Right now you had to find a way out of here before you drowned. Looking around frantically and trying not to let the roaring of the waters derail you, you noticed the door and immediately bolted for it.

And wouldn’t it be your luck that it was locked? Okay. This was fine. Everything was fine. You were in complete control of the situation. Or at least that’s what you were trying to tell yourself. The water was filling the room fast, as one could imagine. Try as you might, you just couldn’t get the door to budge. Looking around, you tired to find something heavy and or sharp that you might be able to break the door either down or apart or both. You were certain Jimin would understand about the damage to the door later.

However, it seemed like not matter what object you threw at the door (quite literally) it didn’t phase the entryway one bit. You tried the smaller pieces of furniture and everything but not even a dent was put in that stupid door. The water by now was rising to your waist and you were starting to genuinely panic. If fighting your way out wasn’t going to work, then you did the next best thing you could think of....

“Help! Jimin! Jungkook! Someone! Anyone! Help! I’m trapped! There’s water!”

You tried pounding on the door but your fists were just too small and your body was too frail from poor nutrition over a long span of time. Curse your poor financial status and your ability to barely put food in your belly. Letting out a rough grown of frustration, you just kept trying. You shouted and yelled and hit the door as hard as you could; hoping and praying with every fiber of your being that either someone heard you or Jimin was on his way back.

After grabbing some lunch, Jungkook decided to head back to his room and see if he could convince you to eat something. It was more than obvious that you didn’t get good meals. Like ever. Now it wasn’t his business but if Namjoon was going to put Jungkook in charge of taking care of you and watching over you, then the youngest felt the need to know why you weren’t eating. Whatever the reason may be.

Upon entering his cozy room, he couldn’t help but notice you were nowhere to be found. Trying not to panic on impact, he briskly walked to the bathroom but you weren’t there either. Perhaps you had gotten curious and walked into the spare bedroom? Nope. Not there either. Okay. So you weren’t here, and you hadn’t crossed paths with him on the way back from the kitchens......so that meant......

“Curious feline.”

Heaving another heavy sigh, Jungkook closed his door and even locked it before going on in search of you. This place was like a sick twisted maze and it was hard to tell where you were by now. How the hell was he supposed to find you? What would be the quickest and easiest way? Racking his brain, he decided to just keep pushing forward. Maybe he’d think of something along the way.

Meanwhile, you had long given up on trying to break down the door. In fact, you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hades of getting to the door now. Why? Because you were floating above it. This room, this makeshift bedroom was still filling with water and you had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. You were going to drown here. This was where you would die.

“Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!”

Occasionally the water would rock and wave and catch in your open mouth as you called for help. Choking, you sputtered and tried to keep your head above water; literally. This was quite the situation to say the least. You supposed now was the best time than any other time to say your prayers and hope your next life would be more enjoyable than this one.

Crawling through one of the large ducts that he often used to watch over his older brothers, Jungkook froze when he suddenly heard rushing water. Briefly panicking thinking the water was coming straight for him, he realized the water was gushing through other ducts and not his. And then that’s when he heard it. Or rather, her. You.

“Help! Please! Jimin! Jungkook! Help me!”

Bloody hell. The sight before his eyes was surreal. There you were, trying to keep your head above the crashing waves as an entire room filled with water. What the hell happened? This was Jimin’s room so where was he??? And that was when Jungkook started trying to shout your name, hoping you’d hear him and know that he was here to try and help you. But he could tell the roaring of the waters were too loud and you couldn’t hear a thing.

You could have sworn you heard someone shouting your name but with the water rushing and splashing all around you, it could have easily been your imagination. The water was getting closer and closer to the ceiling as you were. It was only going to be a matter of time before you ran out of breathing room. This was it. It was all over. At least there would be no one to miss you. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was meant to be.

Meanwhile, Jimin had a bounce in his step as he was coming back from the kitchen with some food for you. He himself was munching on an apple. Sure you had claimed you didn’t want anything, but Jimin was no fool. Sweet and kind, but no fool. It was obvious you didn’t get enough nutrition in your diet. So he was going to make sure you did. It had been so long since he had interaction with a female so naturally he was just a little bit excited.

But as he grew closer to his room, he could see.....water? Water was running all over the floor and it was coming from.......under his door!?! Your name fell softly from his lips and suddenly the food in his hands didn’t matter. The basket of food and the half eaten apple now abandoned and scattered all over the soaked floor, Jimin started shouting your name as loud as he could while he raced for his bedroom door.

“What the hell?!?! Open up! Let me in! It’s my room!”

He wasn’t shouting at you. No. He knew better than that. He was shouting at the house itself. This was all the house’s fault. But why it was acting this way, he couldn’t quite explain just yet. That would be a mystery for another time. Right now he had to make sure you weren’t in there. Because if you were.......god he didn’t want to think about it. What if he was too late? Despite those dark thoughts, he didn’t give up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was running all throughout the building shouting for the other’s help. His magic was good but he knew being the youngest, he wasn’t going to be able to handle this situation alone.

“Namjoon! Jin! Tae! Everyone! To Jimin’s room!”

Thankfully most of the boys had been either close by or were already heading in that general direction for most of them were able to hear their youngest magician. Namjoon used his special unique ability to teleport from one spot to another and was beside Jungkook in an instant. They were like a little herd or a pack of wolves as they rushed for the blonde’s bedroom.

During all this time, it was too late for you. All of your breathing room had ran out and you were trying to hold your breath for as long as you could. But why were you fighting it? Since when did you care if you died or not? What exactly did you have to live for? And that was when the boys’ smiles all flashed in front of closed eyes. Sure you had no idea who they really were but......they were the first souls to show you any kindness.

And then there was Jungkook. That stupid brat who thought he was so clever and smart. You had yet to prove him wrong. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t ready to die? But either way, your already weakened state and your crappy lungs just couldn’t hold up to the challenge. Not able to hold your breath any longer, your lips parted and your body soon began to fill up with water.

This was it. This was the end for you.

“Namjoon! Break it down!”

“If I do that, we’re all going to drown.”

“Someone do something! She’s dying in there! I can sense her aura fading!”

No one liked hearing the youngest’s statement. It was his natural gift to be able to sense auras and how strong or colorful they were. Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears as he could feel your unique aura fading more and more with every passing second. It was like watching a ticking time bomb about to reach zero. Where in this case you’d flat line and he may never get to see you again. Or hear your doubts. Or the way you’d call him ridiculous. Your cheeks would never be rosy in a blush anymore. All of these little things he’d noticed in these last two days upon meeting you. They’d all go away.

Time seemed to slow down as Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi all stood in front of the door. Being the oldest three in the group, they had been working with magic the longest and knew the most about it. It was like they knew exactly what to do as they all gave each other a knowing nod and with a force Jungkook had no idea existed within his hyungs, he watched along with the other youngsters as the water was quickly gushing out from under the water instead of just trickling.

As if the house really was taunting them, the door suddenly flew open off its hinges and the rest of the water came roaring out of the bedroom. Now officially soaked to the bone, the boys picked themselves off the floor and scrambled to get inside the blonde’s room. Their blood ran could and some grew pale as they saw your small, frail frame laying spread out on the floor.

Jungkook was the first one to shoot forward but was grabbed on either side by two of his hyungs. Tears were unknowingly pouring down his face as he could no longer see or feel your aura. You were gone. And it was all his fault. If he had just forced you to come to the kitchen with him like he had wanted to, then you’d still be alive. You’d still be here. This was all his fault. He could feel one of the males holding him as he just couldn’t support his own weight right now. It hurt too much.

You looked so blue and cold. You looked.....well.....dead. But that wasn’t going to stop Jimin from rushing forward. He was the only one out of all seven of them who knew CPR. Now one would think magic could surely bring you back to life. But the panic and fear and all other negative emotions were blocking most of their common sense and so Jimin just reacted on instincts and that was to give you CPR like a normal human would. Dang. He just got first dibs on kissing you and you weren’t even alive to enjoy it. How bittersweet.

While Namjoon and Taehyung held a sobbing Jungkook, the others stood there frozen with held breath as they watched the young blonde try to bring your little frail self back to life. Jimin knew the risks to giving CPR. There was always the possibility of breaking a rib. But he could only hope you wouldn’t mind that compared to living once again. He briefly noticed how chapped your lips were. You definitely needed to be put on a more nutritional diet. Once this was all over, he’d make sure you got the right foods and ate properly. Because he wasn’t about to let you slip away so easily.

And it was like the pause button had been released and everything was playing and picking up once more. Your small chest heaved and water nearly gushed out of your mouth as you coughed and sputtered. Your aura was weak but Jungkook could feel it once again and that was enough for him right now. For the moment. He’d make sure your aura was nurtured and cared for from here on out. He would make it his own personal mission. Finally breaking free from his hyungs, he rushed forward and fell onto his knees on your other side that Jimin wasn’t occupying.

“You stupid girl. Why didn’t you just come with me to the kitchens like I wanted you to?”

“Jungkookie.”

“What?!”

The youngest looked up from your form to stare at the blonde in annoyance only to see a small, shy smile on his face. After giving a small chuckle, possibly from immense relief, Jimin said softly and yet simply,

“I don’t think she can hear you.”

Suddenly looking down, the youngest realized his hyung was right. There you laid, with your small chest rising and falling; taking deep and even breaths as you rested. You looked so peaceful compared to how deathly you looked only moments ago.

Well this day didn’t go according to plan at all. For anyone involved.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #bts x oc #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #s;magicians

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no-i-didnt-notice-im-short · 6 years

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Hey so like, I love your writing and I saw you posting about how Lance died and no one addressed it, so I was wondering (if you take prompts or anything, if not just dismiss this message), if you write a scene where the team does address it. Specifically a Keith and/or Shiro reaction to it? Thanks for your time ^^;

Both? Both.

Hope you like this ❤ Ao3

Saying the last couple days were hectic would be theunderstatement of the year.

All the castle’s ex-members, plus Romelle and Krolia, weresitting around the fire telling stories and trying to catch up and, in Romelle’scase, get to know their new friends. Keith and his mother told the story of thetwo years they spent alone while the team began about their scattered missionshere and there to help Lotor’s rise to power, something they obviously feelguilty about now.

Hunk was telling the story with so much enthusiasm, hishands waving animatedly trying to get in every detail before Pidge interruptedhim to give her own in. Allura was sitting next Coran with her head rested onhis shoulders, a fond smile curving her lips as she looked at her paladinsrelishing in the fact that they were all here around her.

“And so we were fixing the shields in our lions, okay?,Shiro, clone of course, and Pidge were trying to give us the power to reset thesystem but then the power cuts and like the shield breaks and Lance justfucking stopped responding and Allura leaves her lion! Everything wasn’t working! But Pidge pullsthrough at the end and I activate another special ability for Yellow and I pushthe piece back to its place…”

As everyone was telling their stories, Shiro was the onlyone allowed to ask questions. He told them that he saw everything but hecouldn’t say anything due to the weakness of the connection, this resulted in afew questions piling up for answers.

He sat with his back leaning against Black’s paw with Keithand Lance on both his sides; they wanted to be as close as possible afterlearning he was technically dead for the past few months, years in Keith’scase. Keith’s head rested on Shiro’s shoulder, mirroring Allura and Coran, andLance had his hands intertwined with Shiro. None of them thought much of thisnewfound closeness and blamed it on circumstance. They hopefully had enoughtime to figure everything out later.

“Wait I don’t get one part of that story.” Shiro informedhesitantly. “You said that Lance stopped responding for no reason and thatAllura left her lion, Why? In the astral plane I saw Red’s presence completelydisappear… What happened?”

As he was finishing his question, he was looking between Alluraand Lance. He knew Lance might act reckless but not Allura. Leaving her lion inthe middle of a mission like that, especially with a deadly radiation beamtargeted at their location, was so un-like her.

“Oh. Um… Lance wa-“

Allura started but was cut off by Lance. “Nothing I just dida bad move.”

“I don’t believe that. Lance, I’ve seen all you guys’ badmoves, it wasn’t like this. Red’s connection disappeared.” Shiro’s eyebrowscreased looking at Lance. Shiro was getting a bad feeling about this.

“It was a really bad move.” Lance said sheepishly.

“Lance what happened?” Shiro straightened and decided toturn to Allura for answers. “Princess, what happened?”

“There was beam.”

“Yeah I know that part, what happened?”

Allura eyed Lance apologetically before going forward withwhat happened, her eyes focused on a small spot of dirt in front of her.

“After Shi… the clone cut the power, a bolt or a beam shotfrom the crack we had just wielded together. It was coming straight at me and Ididn’t notice it or I froze, I don’t remember everything happened so fast,Lance did though.”

Shiro caught the sight of the few tears that were fallingdown Allura’s face.

“He pushed me out of the way and got caught at the receivingend, instead of me. Red disappeared from the astral plane because Lance had… hedidn’t survive the bolt. I went out of Blue to him to see what happened.”

“Did you do to him what you just did to the Black Paladin?”Surprisingly Krolia asked, as everyone else seemed frozen.

“No… I couldn’t” Allura looked like every word was morepainful than the other and Shiro didn’t blame her at the slightest. The merethought of one of them dying was enough to make him lightheaded. And for somereason, it always seemed to be Lance.

“Pieces of Shiro’s soul were left preserved in Black, byBlack, while Lance’s was completely gone. I… I transferred to him some of mineand Red’s life force to bring him back.”

The shock of the news was unlike anything else. A few hoursago, when Keith told them of Shiro’s situation, he had quickly added in thefact that there was hope straight away. But now, hearing this, Shiro realisedthat if Allura was even a few minutes late, his body would’ve turned cold andit would’ve been too late and Lance would have actually died.

“He… died?” Hunk’s voice was too small and quiet in contrastwith a few minutes ago.

Hunk’s reaction must’ve set off something in Lance as hestood up and ran off to Red.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?! That was not the kind ofinformation you keep to yourself. How do you think he was feeling all the timeafter that incident, huh?!”

Keith was practically fuming. The last time Shiro had seenhim this angry was years ago when he would get into fights at Garrison. Later,after many anger management classes they had found out that he was alwaysdefending himself or standing up for what he thought was right, meaning he wasincredibly observant and sometimes too sensitive. He figured out how peoplewould think in certain situations, especially when it was in a negative light.

Keith bolted to Red’s direction, in Lance’s direction. Shirolooked at Allura and noticed the utter resignation and guilt in her eyes.

“Keith just feels bad that he wasn’t there for any of it.Hell, I feel that way too.” He stood up and put a hand on Allura’s shoulder inwhat he hoped was a comforting manner. “It’s just Hunk and Pidge’s reactionshowed that they didn’t know but on the other hand, Lance must’ve clearlythought no one cared about him… dying.”

He hated that word when describing Lance. The Cuban alwaysseemed so alive and present that thinking of him in any way less than thatseemed wrong. Hunk and Pidge were holding each other talking about possible wayto make it up to their friend. He frowned as he heard something about themmaking fun of Lance and how they probably made shit worse.

As he reached Red, who purred in his mind welcoming him backto the land of the living, he made his way towards the cockpit to find Lancesitting in the corner with his knees held in a death grip toward his chest as ifto protect himself from them. He noticed the tear tracks on Lance’s face andthe slight tremble that seemed to overtake his entire being. Keith was next tohim speaking softly and rubbing his back calming him from the obvious panicattack he just had.

Shiro wasn’t yet noticed, so he walked closer and gentlytapped Keith’s shoulder to motion him to give him some space to sit closer toLance. He kneeled down and wrapped an arm around the crying boy’s shoulder andnuzzled him under his chin.

After about 20 minutes Lance had finally calmed down enoughto break the silence.

“I am so sorry for overreacting. God I’m so stu-“

“Don’t say that.” Shiro peeled Lance from him and moved himfurther away to get a better look at his face. “You died. You had all the rightto freak out, to cry and be angry.”

“But you didn’t do all those things… I was dead for a fewminutes and I was brought back straight away and everything was well. It makessense they didn’t know; I didn’t tell them.”

“Why didn’t you, by the way?” Keith was sitting next toLance supporting him from a distance. “I mean, you usually don’t keep yourmouth shut and shake everything with Hunk.”

Lance frowned a bit at Keith’s comment but didn’t sayanything about it; he seems to be gathering his thoughts trying to sort themout.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone. Besides, everyone was busywith something. Pidge and Hunk had all these projects and updates they wereworking on. Allura and Lotor were building that ship and Coran was busy keepingus all sane through it all. I genuinely thought Allura told Coran or Hunk.”

“Why would they not have addressed it with you then? Hunk isyour best friend, he loves you and don’t you think you dying for even a fewminutes would have upset him?” Shiro was trying to understand Lance’s point ofview.

“I am a set back to the team. They probably didn’t care enough.”

And, God, he said it like it was one of the known facts ofthe universe. Like Shiro and Keith were crazy to think otherwise. This wassituation was beyond bad in Shiro’s books. That clone had rooted into Lancethese thoughts that brought out crippling insecurities that right now seemed torun so deep within Lance. It was breaking his heart.

“Lance. Look at me for a second. You will not be botheringanyone if you told them you died for a few minutes.” Keith brought his handunder Lance’s chin and moved it toward him so he could look at him properly.“Your feelings about this are one hundred percent valid. You were sacred andconfused and lost, rightfully so, and you expected them to help you. But youshouldn’t have assumed they did care. They do very, very much.”

“Dying, even for a few minutes, is hard. Do you remember itwell?” Shiro asked lance gently.

“Vividly.” Lance whispered.

“All the more reasons why you needed someone to help youthrough this. Lance, I promise you I will never leave you to go through thisalone, never again.”

“But you-“

“Don’t underestimate your pain by comparing it to mine. Yeswhat I went through was bad, but so did you. Going through all this timethinking your team didn’t care is kind of worse, isn’t it?”

Lance looked down as he fidgeted with his fingers, he didn’tseem to believe them, not entirely.

“I am so sorry for leaving you, Lance, for leaving all ofyou. I found my mom and we got carried away when all our information seemed toclick together and we just kept going and-“

“I don’t blame you. I never did. Yeah, I was angry you left,but once I saw that you brought your mom I was happy for you. I still am. Youbrought Shiro home too. I don’t have any reason to be angry… I am not.”

Shiro hated how Lance always turns the tables and comfortsthem when they are here to comfort him. He has been doing this for too longthat he became naturally good at it, and it made him sick that no one noticedhow Lance was never comforted, not truly at least. He seemed to always havethis doubt-ness that made itself visible whenever Lance was at his limit; whenhe couldn’t hide anymore.

“We will be here to always remind you of your importance andhow much your opinions and thoughts matter. Never think for one second thatjust because someone had it worse at some point that it cancels out your hurt.”Shiro spoke clearly and slowly. He meant every word and wanted them to residein Lance’s brain for future reference.

What Lance feels isn’t something that can be cancelled by afew words. It needs time. And he and Keith are willing to give Lance that timeas he was sure the rest of the team too. They wronged him and now, finally,Lance is starting to realize that. He needs to know that there are certainactions you shouldn’t leave unattended to.

Yes I am taking prompts, they will give me the motivation to write :)

Did I mention enough times how much i loved this season?

#langst #vld spoilers #klangst #shangst #shklance #klance #shance #voltron #post s6 finale #i love this season too much man #could be platonic too you know

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tnffc · 6 years

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I gasped when I read this one~ "The name of your soulmate appears on your body only after that person falls in love with you."

Yes, that’s a really nice one!

Ok so, I am dead tired now, I wrote this in one go, it’s kinda late and I am not sure it makes entirely sense. But I’m done and here it is:

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When Stiles had hit puberty he had wanted mainly one thing, to find his soulmate.

He couldn’t really tell back then why he felt that strong a need for it - he had thought it might be because his soulmate was close by and he just needed to find them and fall in love and have them fall in love with him as well.

When he met Lydia he was convinced it had to be her.

She was beautiful, he was so smitten and they could banter so great - the few times she decided to let her true intelligence show.

He was sure his name already had to have shown up on her skin, but she never made the slightest of hints it might so he wasn’t sure. Maybe he was just crushing but not really in love with her? Maybe his name had shown up but she didn’t like the idea and he’d have to convince her he was worthy? Maybe she didn’t know it was him? No, if his name had been on her skin she’d have been smart enough to find out it was him. He had no doubt.

When he went to the public pool with Scott one summer though he saw Lydia there, in a pretty revealing bikini and no name in sight. This gave him a lot of questions.

~*~

Two years later Scott was bitten by a werewolf in the woods, and a little bit later than that Stiles was confronted with a man, a dangerous, impressive man that gave him the most conflicting feelings.

Peter Hale.

His heart was beating like crazy when Peter was holding his wrist, when his mouth got so close to the hem of his sleeve and the skin underneath it.

Then there was a quick, burning sensation at the small of his back.

It made him snap out of it and pull his arm away.

“I don’t wanna be like you.”

He didn’t, but he wanted…something.

And the man called him out on it but Stiles stayed put.

The pain in his back was gone and with a final “Goodbye Stiles” so was Peter.

Stiles didn’t even find the time our wit to respond anything anymore.

When he comes home and checks on his back in the mirror his organs feel like they were randomly swapped in his body and not liking it at all. His legs actually gave in.

Peter stood there, in a beautiful handwriting, not in any way modest but big and possessively stretching from one side of his lower back to the other.

Great, he would not be able to show anybody ever again his back with this.

Scott would lose his mind if he found out the guy they were trying to get rid of was his soulmate.

His father would not understand either, he’d try not to be an asshole about it, but he wouldn’t understand.

Why though had Peter’s name even shown up? Surely the little they had spoken wasn’t enough for Peter to have fallen for him…Stiles knew he was neither that pretty nor charming.

Maybe this was a mistake? Maybe a curse? Another Peter perhaps?

No, it was this Peter, it hadn’t been coincidence the name had appeared when they had been in the garage together.

The lower back of all places…obviously the hands or face would have been more difficult, but at least smaller…

~*~

From there things escalated.

The climax of the entire disaster was when Stiles was holding a molotov cocktail and threw it at the creature that was Peter - his soulmate - with almost no hesitation.

He was afraid and then relieved when the glass didn’t break, but everything was already set in motion and he might not have lit the fire but he might as well have.

Watching Peter burn again hurt even more than he had feared and the grave reality of all of it started to set in.

When Peter fell, dead, his flesh burned so much he was almost beyond recognizable Stiles felt a part of him die. That part was the naive wish he had had to find his soulmate.

He had been convinced it’d be something to be happy about, something that’d make his life whole again.

In losing that dream he realized what it had represented for him.

Finding his soulmate - so he had thought - would mean overcoming the loss of his mother and to an extent his father. Because while his dad was still alive Stiles had often felt like he had lost him as well. His father was better now, but the first years after Stiles’ mother had died his father had given himself over to work and alcohol.

Stiles desire to find his soulmate had been his desire to find someone who would not leave or reject him.

And Peter actually hadn’t. He had embraced the idea of Stiles belonging to him, his pack…

In the end maybe people weren’t leaving and rejecting him, maybe Stiles himself was responsible for not having anybody who actually loved him. After all, he had basically killed the one person that might have been able to.

So his dream died, and his faith in love with it.

~*~

The decision to get a tattoo had taken a while, mainly because Stiles was not a fan of needles.

But he felt handicapped, always paranoid about somebody seeing the name of his soulmate.

There were other Peters in their lives, but none he was remotely close to, he would have to answer questions and Derek probably knew his uncle’s handwriting and the risk was just heightening his anxiety to a troublesome level.

So there he was lying on the tattooist’s table, using a breathing technique that usually calmed him down.

The buzzing of the needle changed a bit in tone when it dug into his skin and the pain wasn’t great, but it actually wasn’t as bad a feeling as he had worried.

As long as he didn’t have to watch the needle stab him repeatedly he might actually be fine.

In the end he had a huge black wolf covering his lower back, accompanied by a few pine trees.

He had thought about it for quite a while and decided it was fitting. And considering his best friend was a werewolf now, and there started to be a small pack of them he felt it was easily explained why he had chosen the motiv.

No one needed to know it was in memoriam of the former Hale Alpha.

It wasn’t like he could openly bemoan it.

And it also wasn’t like he actually had a right to.

He hadn’t known Peter.

The love Peter had felt for him could only have been superficial at best, delusional at worst.

He wasn’t really mourning for the man Peter Hale, he was mourning for the lost possibilities.

The eyes of the werewolf were white spots in it’s dark face.

He had thought about having them done in red, but that might raise questions again. He had thought about making them blue, for the death he felt guilty for, but that might have raised questions as well. He hadn’t felt like yellow was an option though. So they were ghostly blank specks, letting the wolf look a bit eerie - he actually quite liked it.

“Why do you want to cover it up?” the tattoo artist had asked.

“You don’t like who it is?”

Stiles had taken a deep breath.

“He’s dead.”

“Shit man…how old are you? You can’t be more than eighteen or nineteen…that’s rough.”

He sighed, resigned, trying not to let it get to him.

“Yeah…”

A small consultation had been the discount the guy had given him on the work.

Stiles would probably have turned it down if he hadn’t already felt bad about using their money on getting a tattoo in the first place.

Scott actually thought the tattoo looked cool and decided to get one himself. Turns out you need fire to get a tattoo to stick on werewolf skin.

In that moment Stiles hadn’t been as sad as usually that he didn’t take the bite.

He continued life, continued the social interactions as before - he even still implied now and then Lydia might be his soulmate, though he did tone it down a lot since it was just for show.

She was the only one to realize actually. And he was the first to realize something was strange about her.

They didn’t figure it out before Peter was resurrected though.

~*~

Peter came back and Stiles had difficulties grasping that for a few days.

He was more aware than ever of the letters on his back, hidden underneath the fur of a big, black wolf. But he had no idea what to do about it. He didn’t even know if they still were soulmates. Resurrection wasn’t covered in soul and sex ed classes…

Maybe Peter belonged to somebody else now…

~*~

When Peter first really came face to face with Stiles his tortured wolf was in turmoil and he had difficulties controlling it, especially with the alpha powers amping up it’s strength even more.

The closer he got the more wholesome and familiar Stiles’ scent seemed to be - like a home he had never known he had. Almost like pack and somehow a lot more.

It was when his nose was almost touching Stiles’ skin when holding his arm that let everything click into place.

Stiles was his soulmate.

Peter knew very little about this boy, but he wasn’t a man at the moment, he was little more than a feral wolf with a human suit. And his wolf loved Stiles unconditionally.

He sense the boy was his soulmate and that was all it took.

Which made it so much more painful when it was Stiles who threw the molotov cocktail and doomed his fate.

~*~

He felt more sane now. The powers were gone, the manic need to take revenge. Left was the pain, the healthy need to take revenge and the knowledge he had found his soulmate in a high school student of his god forsaken hometown.

~*~

Stiles had to admit Peter seemed to do a lot better.

He was widely hated or at the very least shunned by most of the pack - Erica and Boyd being the most neutral of the bunch and derek and Stiles being the only two occasionally acting with anything resembling sympathy towards him. And yet Peter did little more than snark unless someone attacked him first.

He was smart and helpful - if he felt like it - he took no shit but made an effort to be considered pack. He actually cooked for them on pack nights - introducing Boyd to the passion of preparing food.

Stiles was torn between getting closer to find out what they could have had and keeping his distance because it might hurt too much.

But it got harder and harder to ignore their connection.

~*~

Peter had accepted Stiles might never love him back.

Over the last two years he had gotten to know the boy - young man by now - and had understood more and more why they were soulmates. But Stiles had to know it, had to have found Peter’s name somewhere on his body by now, because while at first it might just have been his wolf, Peter ow loved Stiles entirely.

How could he not, Stiles was everything Peter admired in others. If it had been up to him he would have worshipped Stiles every day.

But it was okay, he understood. He had done horrible things and it was understandable Stiles would never return his feelings. He just wished Stiles would mention it to him. Yes, humans did not necessarily know when they found their soulmate, but wolves did.

Werewolf soulmates sensed each other.

And by now Stiles definitely knew that. He had read every book in Peter’s personal library, he knew almost as much about supernatural creatures as Peter himself.

~*~

It happened totally unexpected.

Stiles had been over at Peter’s for hours, researching on a new spell he wanted to try.

Peter was working - he had picked up his old job as a consultant on artefacts, their origin and depending on whether or not his client was in the know if it was dangerous or not.

He felt a strange burning sensation on his neck and cursed under his breath while his hand instinctively covered the skin there.

Stiles meanwhile made a choked noise.

Peter turned to him in confusion.

“What’s with you?” he asked, a little sullen while rubbing his neck.

The pain was gone already, probably just a bug that hat stung him.

He very much appreciated the fact his healing worked just fine. To this day he sometimes dreamed of being imprisoned in his own body, drowning in physical and emotional pain.

Instead of answering him Stiles collected his things, stuffed them in his bag and moved to leave Peter’s apartment.

Not sure how to react Peter passed Stiles with supernatural speed and blocked his way, eyes searching for a goddamn reason.

“What is suddenly going on Stiles?”

He saw Stiles’ eye flicker to his neck where he though he had been stung.

“What? What is it? Does it look bad?”

He was more confused than angry still, touching his neck again but not feeling any kind of skin irritation.

Stiles shook his head while Peter tilted his and still stared.

Eventually Stiles rubbed his own neck.

“Just…go take a look in the mirror…I’ll still be here when you come back. Promise.”

Peter moved to look at the mirror in the hallway and could not believe what he saw.

In Stiles’ scribbled handwriting there was a name written on the left side of his neck, just underneath his jawline.

Mieczyslaw.

He stared at it blankly for a while, comprehending what this meant.

“Is your…” he swallowed hard “It this…yours?” his voice almost died on the last word.

Stiles sighed as if he was sorry.

“Yeah…”

But how was that possible?

“Why now?” he managed to say.

Stiles just shrugged.

“It was just a really nice and soft moment, domestic and wholesome…everything I ever hoped for back when…when I felt like I had noone…”

Peter swallowed hard against the tightness of his throat.

“But…my name…why did you never…”

Stiles lowered his gaze.

“I…I didn’t think you could still love me after I- you know…I also wasn’t sure you were still mine to have…”

Peter rubbed his hand over the letters again and smiled weakly.

“We are such idiots…”

Then his eyes changed and something like a want appeared in them, his voice was still hoarse but the melancholic undertone was disappearing.

“Show me yours.”

~*~

Stiles chewed on his lower lip.

“I covered it up…”

Hesitantly he turned around and lifted his shirt to show the tattoo.

“Oh wow…” Peter mused behind him.

“Can I touch it?”

Stiles swallowed.

“Yes.”

He felt Peter’s fingertips follow the form of the wolf and the trees.

“I actually like it” he said, now definitely sounding longing, almost lusting.

“I will wear your name on my neck with pride though. If you want me to that is.”

Stiles turned around at those words and nodded.

“I would love that.”

Peter grinned delighted.

“May I kiss you, Mieczyslaw?”

Stiles snorted.

“Although I am impressed you actually pronounced it right I really hope for your sake that was the last time you called me that.”

Peter smirked and spoke teasingly “you didn’t answer.”

With his cheeks blushing even more Stiles nodded.

“Yes please.”

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cryinggameff · 7 years

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Fifty

Randi

We were days away from the wedding and it was getting more and more real. My anxiety levels were starting to go up to. In terms of planning everything was going great. My dress had gotten in a week ago, Cayden had his suit and the wedding bands had been adjusted as well. All that was good, but my emotions were all over the place.

I was getting ready in front of my mirror in the closet. Cayden came in while I was brushing my hair.

"You going out?" He asked.

"I'm going to the salon. Jada gon do my hair. Gotta get some tracks in my hair for the wedding."

"Aight. Well I gotta talk to you," he said. I looked at him through the mirror.

"Yes?" I said uneasily.

"So I gotta shipment coming in from Cali, and there's somethings that gotta be handled on that end." He said. I turned to look at him now. "So I wanna go down there and deal with it myself."

"When would you be back?" I asked.

"The day before the wedding..." he said. I shook my head desperately.

"No," I said.

"What you mean no?" He chuckled. I looked at him wondering how he could seriously be standing in front of me saying that right now and laughing when I said no.

"You want to leave me days before the wedding and go out of the state," I said, my eyes tearing up. "When you know I'm a wreck right now. I won't be able to keep it together without you. I'm about to loose my freaking mind. I need you here to keep me sane. I can't even believe you're seriously saying this to me-" I tripped over a sob.

"Ok,ok, nevermind, i won't go," he said, scared of my breakdown.

"Good," I sniffled.

"You good?" He asked, looking at me wearily.

"I get worked up," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You the only one who knows how to calm me down when my anxiety kicks in."

"I didn't know you was that stressed about it. I thought it was just nerves."

"I can keep it together when I see you because I am excited to be with you forever, but when you gone i get worked up about the idea of marriage," I explained.

"You just can't get enough of me huh?" He said.

"I really don't know why I like you," I mumbled, turning back to the mirror and wiping my tears. "You always making me cry."

"I feel bad, i didn't think you'd cry," he chuckled, coming to wrap his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck.

"Playing with my emotions and shit," I mumbled, reapplying my mascara that had started running.

The salon was honestly my pride and joy. When I walked in there and saw people getting their hair done, nails done, I felt accomplished. I believed all along it would be successful, but it was one thing to belive it then another to see it. It made all the investing of time and money worth it.

"Hey girl," Jada said when I walked through the door.

"Hi," I said, going to sit in her chair.

"How you doing baby?" She asked.

"I'm doing good," I nodded.

"Let's get you looking right now," she said, turning the chair around so that I was facing the mirror. I put my bag down. She took my hair out of the bun it was in and gave it a quick brush.

"I'm excited,"she said. "I've never been a bridesmaid before, and the dresses are beautiful." My girls were all wearing long, gold dresses that worked well with wedding decor of the church and the reception banquet as well.

"I couldn't have done any of it without you guys. You helped me find my dress and your dresses. I owe Jenny a lot too. She really made everything come together. I mean I'm paying her but I still feel like I owe her," I said.

"She's really nice," she agreed. She started cornrowing my hair. "Did you decide curly or straight hair?"

"Cay said curly," I laughed. "So curly I guess."

"Curly is sexy, I see why he likes it."

"I can do sexy," I said.

"Speaking of sexy. We found a club for you Bachelorette party. I requested VIP seating so it's unlimited drinks, plus strippers."

"I thought we decided we weren't gonna do all that," I said.

"No, you decided. I didn't say nothing," she laughed. I sighed.

"This should be interesting."

When I got home Cayden was by the door about to leave just as I stepped inside.

"I like your hair," he said, looking me over.

"Thanks. How long you going out for? We're going out for dinner with our parents remember."

"I know, I'll be back soon. I gotta go talk to Ty. I'm gonna have him handle California. Also I gotta see Pat real quick and make a business proposal to him."

"Proposal about what?" I asked.

"Im gonna ask him if he wants to be in charge of the other warehouse. At least when I'm not there. Because I can't be 2 places at the same time," he said. I nodded.

"I agree. Alright I'll see you later then. I'll find you something to wear for dinner," i offered. He nodded and left out of the door.

****2 days later****

"Last day before the wedding," Cay murmured in my neck. It was early in the morning and he was spooning me from behind.

"These 2 months went by really fast," i said.

"Because we both been so busy. Hopefully things will slow down once we're married."

"I can't believe I have to change all my legal documents, you know how tedious that is," I complained. He chuckled.

"It's just your drivers license and passport," he said.

"Ya but there's papers I gotta fill out," I whined.

"Fine. How about I get you a new bag to make up for it," he offered.

"That could work," I smiled.

"Alright then."

"What kind of married couple do you think we'll be?" I asked, turning around so we were face to face.

"Crazy, just like we are now."

"You're probably right," I laughed.

"I don't think that old school thing gon work in this house," he chuckled.

"I kinda like old school though. The man should lead his family and provide for them and the wife holds things together. But the wife tells him what to do of course, we just gotta let Yall think you making the decision," I said, running my fingers through his short curls. He chuckled.

"Thank god I found myself a smart one I guess," he said. I smiled.

"So what are you and the guys doing tonight. Going to a strip club? I'm being forced to go to some club, VIP and all." I asked.

"Ty got some party bus thing planned. Which I assume involves strippers. Really I'm not tryna stay out all night."

"Me either. I need sleep, I can't have bags under my eyes on my wedding day."

"Well let's enjoy the afternoon together at least before we gotta split up. We won't see each other again until your walking down the aisle."

"Jesus. You're right."

"Go get ready and I'll take you out," he offered. I pecked his lips then got up to get dressed.

China came to pick me up around 9 o'clock and took me back to our old place so we could get ready.

"I don't even know what I'm wearing tonight, I only brought a few things for tonight. Then the wedding stuff is at my parent's house," I said as we walked through the front door.

"I already have a dress picked out for you. It's a real thirst trap it's great," she said, excited.

"Oh lord," I sighed. "Well let me get a quick shower before I get all beat."

I went upstairs to my room to prepare for a shower.

The club was packed when we got there because it was a Friday night. We got to the VIP area and I spotted Jenny as well as Cole who I'd both invited.

"You look hot girl," Jenny said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, you look stunning too," I said. Cole came to hug me.

"I can't believe I'm going to be in your wedding tomorrow. You all grown up," he said, ruffling me hair.

"I know, look at me adulting," I laughed.

"Are you nervous or excited?" He asked, leading me towards the bar.

"Both," I said truthfully.

"A couple of shots will calm your nerves." He had a very mischievous grin on his face and I already knew I was in for a wild night.

"Lord, OK let's do it," I giggled, accepting the shots the bartender slid towards us. We shot down one, then another, and another. As Cole said, for a few hours I wasn't nervous because I'd forgotten all about it.

Cayden

Randi and I had spent the day together just chilling. I took her to the beach to eat and walk around together for a bit before we went our separate ways. I wanted to distract her because I didn't want her thinking too much and getting all worked up about tomorrow. To be honest deep down I was a bit scared she would dip on me tomorrow and leave me standing there, but I tried to push the thought out of my mind.

Before she left to go spend the night with her girls, I wanted to give her something.

"What is it?" She asked, sitting on the bed. I walked over to her and handed her the velvet box. She looked at me untrusting first. "It better not be overly expensive Cay, you already got me the ring."

"Just open it," I complained, sitting on the bed. She finally opened it and saw the pearl necklace inside.

"It's beautiful..."she said, in shock.

"It's from my mom really, she wore it on her wedding day, and so did her mom," I explained.

"I love it, and I'm honored your mom wanted me to have it. I'll wear it tomorrow." She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. I rubbed her back.

"Im glad you like it," I smiled. I heard the banging at the door then.

"Damn, that's China," she sighed, "I have to go."

"Aight babe, have fun tonight," I encouraged with a chuckle.

"You, don't have too much fun," she narrowed her eyes at me as she removed her arms. "I know how your friends can be."

"I'll get home in one piece," I assured her.

"Good. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then..." she said, getting off the bed and grabbing her bag.

"Tomorrow," I nodded. She gave me a quick kiss before heading for the door.

The big, obnoxious party bus pulled up to the house about an hour after Randi left. Ty and a few of the guys were here but we were still waiting on some nights before we took off. We did some predrinking inside the house while we waited.

"I think all the niggas here, let's do this shit," he said.

We went outside and got inside the bus. The lights were dimmed, music was playing, and there was a thin layer of smoke. The bus was huge, fully decked with 3 stripper poles which were occupied by 3 ladies already.

"You tryna get me in trouble fam," I chuckled.

"Better enjoy it while you can," Pat said, handing me a very large blunt.

"We got that, we got some powder, whatever you feeling for," Sean, who had come down from Cali to be here, said. I shook my head.

"I don't do that no more, I'll stick to the natural stuff," I took a long drag.

The guys pulled out there stacks of bills and took to sticking them in the girls' panties and bras as the bus pulled out of the driveway and took to the streets. I was sitting in front of one of the poles, a Latina looking chick was dancing on it. She walked around the pole then made her way towards me.

"So your the man of the hour, im Draya" she smiled, nodding to her friends who also began to make their way over.

"Yes he is!" Ty hollered. "And I think he needs a lap dance to loosen him up." The other dudes whistled and cheered.

"Anything for you Papi," she said. The other two girls sat on either side of me, caressing my head and shit. Draya straddled me and suddenly her beasts were in my face. "What do you like Papi?" She asked. I cleared my throat.

"Umm-" but Pat cut me off.

"Just give him the whole deal," he said. She nodded and began to move her hips on me.

The lap dance was an interesting experience and I was glad when it was over. I hadn't enjoyed it like I used to because nothing felt right about it. The only person's boobs I'd had in my face for 2 years were Randi's. Yes I went to the strip club with my niggas once in a while, but I always turned down lap dances. The worst part was the dance still left me hard despite my best efforts. Draya was pretty but, not my type.

I decided to stick to my blunt and henny because that was all I needed to have fun. At some point somebody made lean as well which I had but sort of regretted because it really had me gone.

"Is this the last time we gon be kicking it like this?" Ty asked in all the noise.

"Hell nah cuh! I'm still gon be down with my niggas. Randi can't keep me from going out," I said confidently, even though it wasn't totally true.

"Fuck yeah," he took a hit from his blunt. "Was afraid you were gonna change up on me."

"We always go be family, even when things start changing."

"I appreciate that fam. I'm happy for you," he nodded and I nodded too.

I got into the house around 3 am. The guys were crashing in the spare rooms and I went upstairs to me and Randi's room. I took my clothes off and got in the bed with my boxers before grabbing my phone. I typed her name and her number came up so I pressed call. I wasn't even sure she was awake.

"Hey baby," she mumbled, sounding as smashed as me. I chuckled.

"Hey Lil mama," I said, my voice horse.

"Everyone made it home alive?" She asked.

"We all made it. How bout your crew?"

"China over did it, but she's okay now. She's laying beside me right now," she said with a yawn.

"I was just calling to check on you, you can sleep if you want," I said.

"No, I wanna talk to you."

"Alright then," I smiled.

"So, did you get a lap dance? Because I did and it was extremely awkward," she confessed.

"You had some niggas junk in your face?" I asked. I couldn't imagine.

"Yes, and it was truly disturbing," she giggled. "What happened to you?"

"I had an uncomfortable lap dance. Now nothing will ever compare to the pole dancing you did for me on my birthday," I chuckled remembering.

"I'm glad I could be the best at least," she yawned again.

"Go get some sleep." I told her.

"Wait," she said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just didn't want you to hang up yet..." I grinned, I loved it when she was clingy for a nigga, it made me feel special.

"Its a big day tomorrow, you need some rest. I'll see you tomorrow baby, ," I assured her.

"See you tomorrow Cay," she made air kissing sounds.

"Thank you babe," I laughed.

"No problem."

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sleepymarmot · 7 years

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DS9 season 6

[Season index: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 PS]

Here I get angrier and discourse-y

A Time to Stand

The Garak/Bashir scene (finally)... and Bashir looking like this... I feel blessed

when he talks about his “boyish smile” but cannot smile at all. that hit hard

aw Worf/Jadzia!

the Terok Nor dynamics are fascinating. I'm very impressed by Kira's willpower...

jesus fucking christ the Dukat/Kira scene :O D: 😨

why is Bashir doing mental calculations now, he's not Data

Rocks and Shoals

Kira's storyline about being self-conscious about collaborationism is great. In the previous episode we saw her trapped and vulnerable, especially in the viscerally horrifying scene with Dukat, and now we realize along with Kira herself that all of that is having it good.

Sons and Daughters

how did Sisko send a signal that Martok heard but the Jem'Hadar didn't?

Alexander lived on the Enterprise because Worf's parents were incapable of raising him anymore... I guess that was so inconvenient for the DS9 writers they decided to just ignore it instead of at least trying to invent an excuse.

"But the last time you defied him, he left you here to die!" "We talked about that. He admits he overreacted" bwahaha

Oh Alexander, so much secondhand embarrassment...

god, he gave her a dress, eww

oh my god, and he immediately re-gifts it to his own daughter, what a jerk

accepting Worf into the house of Martok involved much less ceremony...

why doesn't this episode address Alexander's age? did the writers assume, again, we didn't watch TNG? they could have said something about his grandparents protesting because he's about ten years old. something about Klingon children growing up very fast, and humans disapproving of child soldiers.

I don't understand how Ziyal can be so naive. Sure, she's kept unaware of the creepy sexual aspect of Dukat's advances (though I was waiting for Kira to snap and finally say "Your father keeps hitting on me, please don't force me to be in the same room with him"), but surely she must see why Kira finds his company uncomfortable and inappropriate! I do like that Ziyal is on his side again. And I enjoy seeing the continuation of Kira's storyline where she has to walk the line between keeping a polite facade and staying true to herself, gets too used to engaging Dukat&co on their own terms and has to take a step back to reassert herself.

Behind the Lines

Wait, if the Romulans have signed a non-aggression pact with the Dominion, why do they still allow Starfleet to use their cloaking device against it?

I've already been concerned about their open discussions of resistance activities, but a Founder's presence on the station makes it even worse! Sure, discuss your plans over a bar table that might well be a changeling...

Odo, for fuck's sake, she's going to learn all about the resistance from you...

"She didn't find out about the resistance, if that's why you're worried" in the same scene: "If she had some hidden motive, I would have sensed it"

Odo!.. >:(

Captain Dax!

Do the Cardassians still have the truth serum? If no, it's a giant plot hole; if yes, things are looking really bad...

Favor the Bold

oh god ewwwwww

why is Leeta making that noise

haha you go Kira

"We are way, way past sorry" good. unforgiving Kira is the best Kira

Odo's longing for his kind works so much better when the Founders are not on screen -- the things they actually say are so boring, one-dimensional and unconvincing... Though I find interesting that Odo's storyline mirrors Kira's in this arc: the female changeling manages to seduce him while Dukat fails to do the same to Kira.

Sacrifice of Angels

"DAMAR: I doubt he was working alone when he tried to sabotage the station. He must've had help. His wife Leeta, Jake Sisko, Major Kira. DUKAT: What are you proposing? DAMAR: That we arrest them. Keep them in custody, at least until the wormhole is reopened." Finally someone wakes up! I was expecting them to do this an episode ago...

"War is such thirsty work. Don't you agree?" "Perhaps if you didn't talk so much, your throat wouldn't get so dry."

Oh look! He's actually pretty shocked by the suggestion to "eradicate [an entire planet's] population"! Even this guy has standards.

"A true victory is to make your enemy see they were wrong to oppose you in the first place. To force them to acknowledge your greatness" classic Dukat. this is his ideology in a nutshell

"Then you kill them?" I'm loving the discussion of the differences between the Cardassian and Dominion approach

"Perhaps the biggest disappointment in my life is that the Bajoran people still refuse to appreciate how lucky they were to have me as their liberator. I protected them in so many ways, cared for them as if they were my own children. But to this day, is there a single statue of me on Bajor?" how is it possible to be so deluded?! fucking incredible

"Link with me, Odo. Embrace the clarity" EMBRACE ETERNITY

Where's the Enterprise during all these battles?

haha Quark & Ziyal make a great team

"The only reason they haven't killed me yet is that I'm part of their victory celebration. Seven o'clock, Dukat makes a speech. Eight thirty, cake and raktajino. Eight forty five, execute the Ferengi"

holy crap, they actually detonated the minefield! I didn't expect that

LITERALLY DEUS EX MACHINA

(I'm beginning to think this is a predestination paradox and the wormhole aliens started taking care of the Bajorans throughout history because Sisko told them to...)

Shit, I thought Dukat was about to snap and kill her, but it's even worse

I didn't expect to feel sympathy for Dukat ever again after those scenes with Kira, but this show played me again. I guess he'll completely lose it now?

Did you really had to remind us that the trainwreck that was Garak/Ziyal existed?

Wait, please tell me this isn't Dukat's last appearance and he's not about to spend the last 1,5 seasons in an asylum?

You are Cordially Invited

Why does this Klingon woman have human teeth?

Ah yes, Jadzia is too proud and independent and should follow her fiance's totally reasonable suggestion to humiliate herself to fit better in his culture. fuck you

Resurrection

am I supposed to recognize this guy?

oh no it's a Mirror episode

I... don't... care...

ugh, her again

I wish I just fast-forwarded this episode

Statistical Probabilities

How did I know from the title that this is a Bashir episode...

lol my dude when Bashir gets his look on his face you know you're fucked

I can't believe Miles pretended to have work just so he could be in the same room as Julian... romance is not dead

Don't know what to think about this episode. There are some good conversations about ableism and intelligence, but that set of stereotypes and assumptions... It's like the final Sherlock episode. And it was implausible when they could read Damar so well in the first place. And the long-term predictions are a million times worse! Do they include variables like "wormhole aliens destroy the entire enemy fleet because Sisko asked nicely"?

Plus I don't like how this season portrays Bashir's enhanced intelligence... I thought he was just made smarter than average, not make mental calculations at the same speed as Data... Where did that come from. Why.

The Magnificent Ferengi

"May I help you, gentlemen?" lmao

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap."

"By the time the Dominion is done with you, all you'll want is a quick death." I love his serene tone haha

This was hilarious :D I really like this show's ventures into black comedy! Also Keevan looks exactly like Orlando Bloom and it cracks me up.

Waltz

Dukat's career has been through a lot of ups and downs over the seasons, and this is the lowest point ever that brings a new dynamic: Dukat so powerless that Sisko can afford to feel pity for him. I'm glad Dukat seems sane.

"A bottle of kanar and an Orion slave girl would be nice" ew

oh, so he has hallucinations. oh well.

"From this day forward, Bajor is dead. All of Bajor" Ouch. Sisko, I think you made it worse... I might have used the same rhetoric in Sisko's place, but damn, his final statement about Dukat's evilness rings pretty hollow since it was him who dragged "kill all Bajorans" out of Dukat's subconsciousness into the light. Like, I understand, when you're injured and trapped with an armed crazy fascist who tries to force you to praise him, you'd want at least the final satisfaction of telling what you think about him to his face, in no way I blame you for it... But if someone is mentally unstable and obsessed with proving to you he's a good person, and you reject it and instead goad him into exposing and accepting his darker motivations -- then don't say he is irredeemably evil? I can see how Sisko's rhetoric could have worked as reverse psychology -- his opponent would have started the speech about killing everyone, heard himself, stopped in horror and realized the error of his ways -- but Dukat didn't have enough self-awareness for that even in better times, and certainly not now. This was just giving your enemy ideas. Nice job breaking it, hero! When Dukat sabotaged his own redemption arc by joining the Dominion, it was beautiful, but when someone else does it to him... Idk, I usually like the Batman/Joker dynamic where the bad guy is obsessed with the protagonist and defines himself in opposition to him, but I'm not sure how well it works here... On the other hand, it has been a part of Dukat's character that he has an almost fourth wall breaking awareness of his role in the story as a likeable complex antagonist, so there is some poetic sense that he turns to straight-up villainy when someone convinces him that is the better role for him and he decides to live up to it.

The sad thing is, except that strange last scene, I was absolutely with Sisko the entire episode. And contrary to his words at the end, I found it an excellent example of grey morality. I've talked about it a couple of seasons ago -- allowing the antagonist to plead his case and then explaining why he's still wrong -- and this episode dedicates a lot of time to this. We've basically already heard Dukat's self-justifications, but learning what exactly was his role during the occupation and what he has done differently that made him think he was so much better than the other Cardassians -- that's something I've wanted since the beginning of the show. Cardassians are my favourite part of the show because of their messed up ideology, and Dukat is the one character who keeps talking about it, which is why he's so interesting for me. (Initially, heavy focus on ideology was what I expected from Garak and his character arc, which is one of the reasons I was disappointed in them.) It's great how he gives a lengthy speech that does make him sound pretty reasonable and sympathetic for a minute, and then with a single line Sisko breaks the spell and makes him reveal the ugly racism under it all, the reason why Dukat is deeply wrong despite any good intentions: "From the moment we arrived on Bajor, it was clear that we were the superior race. But they couldn't accept that. They wanted to be treated as equals when they most certainly were not". But, honestly, this isn't exactly news. Dukat's always been a racist, a victim-blamer, an egomaniac, an opportunist, and this episode doesn't even touch the issue of Bajoran women. So in this episode, he says pretty much the same things as when he played a "morally grey" role, but now that suddenly means he's "not morally grey"? Because of some bat-swinging during a psychotic episode, and a final villainous speech based on an idea fed to him by Sisko? He's responsible for a genocide, that's bad enough -- you don't need to start blaming him for things he's not fully responsible for! One of my favourite things about Dukat is that his crimes mostly happened offscreen, before the events of the show, so his presence on screen was sort of a test of integrity for both other character and viewers -- can you still tell right from wrong without a visceral reaction to violence and suffering happening right now before your very eyes? The characters have always passed that test; but now, regrettably, the writers decided that the viewers cannot. At the beginning of the episode he's a war criminal half-mad from loss, and Sisko feels sorry for him; at the end of the episode he's a war criminal completely mad from loss, and Sisko thinks he's evil. I guess, this might be interpreted just as Sisko's version of Kira's stories at the beginning of the season, where she briefly forgets how much she hates Dukat, and by the end of the episode he gives her a reason to hate him even more. I guess it comes down to the first line in this liveblog that I wrote during the first minutes of the episode: when the enemy is neutralised, we can afford to feel sympathy for them, but as soon as they start posing real danger, compassion goes out of the window and our first priority is to stop them. Except, of course, that works for any enemy, they don't have to be "truly evil"... So my complaint about that line still stands. Besides, it really deflated the drama; five minutes ago we had Dukat delivering his mad king's speech with the Shakespearean levels of gravitas, and now Sisko almost looks in the camera and summarizes his experience with the dramatic equivalent of "That's as many of four tens. And that's terrible."

Alright, let's try to stop raging about the dumb final scene and say something about the actual episode... I wish this was a real courtroom episode without the madness -- but the imaginary Weyoun, Damar and Kira's arguments were very well done. Their opinions sounded authentic while the delivery was distorted by Dukat's point of view. Just look at the imaginary Kira draping herself sensually over everything... :D

Dukat has a special talent for making me feel terribly guilty. You know the parts from his final monologue about Bajoran "superstitions", how they "clustered in their temples and prayed for deliverance"? Well, as I dislike the episodes about Bajoran religion I kinda see where he's coming from, and now I feel like a Nazi...

Idk how I'd fix this episode.

I'd like to throw out the mental illness altogether but then half of the episode stops working.

If I couldn't invent a completely different ending, I'd throw out the final scene, letting Dukat's actions speak for themselves.

Or there would be a final scene, but similar in tone to "The Ship", where Sisko'd be like "Whoops..." and also traumatised by the experience.

Or, if it were absolutely necessary to state the moral of the story and remind the viewers that Dukat is Bad(tm), maybe he'd say something like "Yes, I gave him the idea, but everyone is responsible for his own actions, and blaming everyone but himself is what he wants and does, so I'm not going to".

Maybe I'd end the episode with Sisko killing Dukat and the final scene being like "Generally I value life but you know what? No regrets". (Of course the best outcome would be if Kira killed Dukat but I've already been informed it won't happen.)

tl;dr: There are some impressive scenes, lines and acting, but the episode is deeply compromised by its general intent, mental illness excuse and the final scene.

Who Mourns for Morn

Not the best Quark episode... Gags about Morn don't work for me because the prosthetic is so bulky the actor can barely move in it, let alone make facial expressions, and it's impossible to believe that guy becomes talkative, charming and athletic as soon as the cameras stop pointing at him.

Far Beyond the Stars

Finally, a classic episode that lives up to its reputation -- and an AU that's good enough that it does not require an explanation. (The Prophets... made an elaborate simulation of 20th century Earth... to inspire Sisko to fight on? Okay.) I feel that somehow this is the best story about Sisko as the Emissary so far, even though -- or maybe because -- it was only discussed indirectly. It works as a history episode, as an AU episode, as an issue episode, as a meta episode about Star Trek itself...

I'm a bit confused by not-Bashir's role as one of the white writers who just don't get it -- just another reminder of how little I understand the concept of race... I've never thought of him as white -- would he be, by 1950's standards? I get that the episode is specifically about antiblackness, but they did mention sexism against not-Kira, so why not him?

I tried hard and failed to recognize the artist -- turns out, it was Martok! I'd never guess...

I'm darkly amused at Odo as conservative, contemptible half-antagonist again (similar to the roles he played during both occupations and in Mirror universe). His conflict with not-Quark is still recognizable, not just superficially imitated without any of the substance (remember when Quark called Odo a fascist?).

Similarly, I almost laughed when Dukat and Weyoun showed up as racist cops -- just in case you somehow still aren't drawing parallels to the current events, the show does it for you... How sad it is though: a show filmed in 1990s about the 24th century remembering the 1950s looks like an immediate reaction to the news reports of today...

It was a pleasure to see Kasidy in both worlds! I've missed her. She's such a likeable person, and has effortless chemistry with Sisko (and Benny).

Joseph was great, a beautiful variation on his role in Homefront/Paradise Lost.

I was impressed to learn afterwards that the writers all had real prototypes. So they’re based on a group of real people and group of fictional character at the same time, and both sets of influences are recognizable. That’s incredible.

One Little Ship

"I love it. Let's go"

more enjoyable than I expected

Honor Among Thieves

ooh nice scenery

this is the kind of story I find hard to watch both because it's painful to wait for something terrible to happen, and because it's not very captivating

Change of Heart

ah yes, Bashir learned all the rules from half a second glance *eyeroll*

this is season freaking 6!!! you told us two seasons ago that Julian's crush on Jadzia is dead! what the fuck?

moral of the story: don't send married couples on dangerous missions toge -- wait, as I was typing, Sisko said the exact same thing lol

why are all Jadzia/Worf episodes so bad. why are all Jadzia episodes so bad. is this a conspiracy?! why is her every episode about almost dying? you know, at this point I'm kinda looking forward to it happening for real.

Wrongs Darker than Death or Night

What, you can easily travel back in time? Just like that?

I didn't expect this show to actually use the term "comfort women"!

Kira looks like she needs a bucket to vomit in... I may need one too...

*Dukat kisses Meru* *mine and Kira's vomiting intensifies*

let me guess, the episode will end with Kira realizing that "my mother deserves death for having Stockholm syndrome" was a bit too harsh

"Kira and collaborationism" is one of my favourite themes in this show istg

"Believe me, there's a part of me that wishes that I hadn't. But the fact is, no matter what she did, she was still my mother" I actually wanted to Kira to go through with the assassination! But then it'd create a different timeline and the episode wasn't about that.

ok, I spoiled myself about Dukat/Meru so it lost the shock value, and I can see that it's incredibly contrived, but on the other hand it somehow managed to make Dukat's harassment towards Kira even more gross and creepy which is impressive

I have so many technical questions though. If Bajor has a freaking time machine why is no one using it in the war? Why is the Dominion not trying to get its hands on it? Why does it work differently than in "Tribbles"? Is it a closed time loop or alternate timeline? -- at the start of the episode, have Meru and Dukat met the time-travelling Kira or not? Dukat said he was the Prefect only for ten years but in this episode young Nerys looks about four and she certainly isn't a teenager at the end of the occupation -- how does all of that add up? Wait, if Ziyal was 13 by the end of the occupation, it would make more sense if Dukat was in charge for about 20 years and, roughly speaking, spent seven of them with Meru (as said in this episode) and thirteen with Naprem, and the line in "Waltz" is a continuity error -- but putting it this way sounds more wholesome than he deserves, since from the words of that one dude in this episode and a scene in "Things Past" I got the impression that those unfortunate Bajoran women passed through his quarters at a much faster rate...

btw remember when I was hoping that Dukat's mentions of his children to Sisko were intentional manipulation? now I'm pretty sure they were.

wow, TvTropes: "The episode itself... which is rather a letdown. With such a name, you'd expect some sort of horrible atrocity to be happening" -- you mean, MASS SEX SLAVERY, long-term psychological manipulation, prostituting oneself to a tyrant and learning to like it, and planning the murder of one's own mother -- these things are not horrible enough??? who tf wrote that entry

(btw, kudos to this episode for handling these heavy topics without going the exploitative shock value route like "Violations" that actually showed rape scenes on screen.)

also someone mentioned that Terok Nor is very brightly lit and now I can't get it out of my mind... why, set designers, why...

Something I liked: in the opening scene Dukat says: "Captain Sisko gave me the clarity to see beyond the lies, the self-deceptions that were controlling my life. He helped me see to the truth about myself. And now I'm going to do the same for you." And that's what happens indeed, even if not exactly in the way he might have intended. Sisko made him acknowledge the violence under the pretty words and justifications, and now we get to see the ugly true face of what Dukat calls -- and genuinely believes to be -- "love".

Inquisition

"Why would the Dominion leave your runabout orbiting the camp" well I'm glad the writers are aware of their plotholes... :D

"Captain, if Doctor Bashir had been involved in one or two questionable incidents, I could understand how you might be able to dismiss it, but the sheer number of incidents form a pattern of behaviour that can't be ignored" you could say that about literally any of the main characters lmao... every episode of any Star Trek series contains a questionable incident plot twist?? let me guess, it's set up by Sloan to make him confess

Second Skin 2

"And because you didn't want billions of Federation citizens to lose their lives needlessly, you agreed to provide us with information that would help us end this war quickly" heh, nice use of Statistical Probabilities

oh wow, Weyoun and his ship are actually real! I didn't expect that

the DS9 crew are all acting so strange, I guess they're part of the simulation too

"I admit it takes exceptional people to do what we do. People who can sublimate their own ambitions to the best interests of the Federation" heh, is this the final test?

wait, they kidnapped him THAT early? Bashir really should stop going to medical conferences...

this episode was pretty predictable after so many similar stories, but I do like these types of episodes, and this one utilised well the long-running themes of Bashir and secret service, and Bashir's idealism. And he got to join the club with Data, Riker, Picard, Dax, O'Brien, Worf -- am I forgetting anyone? Oh, right, Wesley -- that was one of my favourite episodes, actually... Oh, and I just rewatched the scene is the beginning where Bashir wakes up tired in the simulation for the first time, and remembered that episode of TNG where Riker kept losing sleep because aliens kidnapped him every night.

In the Pale Moonlight

Garak saves the day! I'm glad to see him live up to his reputation.

Actually, I don't think the plan was THAT immoral. Especially how it turned out in the end. The worst part was the danger to the Federation in case the forgery was discovered, but Garak took care of that. So ultimately, my only regret would be the use of that biomimetic gel in the clearly wrong hands. Call me cynical, but I fully agree with Garak that the price they paid was very small. Sure, for a Starfleet officer all of that must feel very dishonorable, but I'm sure the secret services of all major powers in the galaxy pull this kind of crap and worse on a fairly regular basis.* Hell, I think what Sisko himself did to apprehend Eddington was worse by my standards! And how is bribing Quark worse than blackmailing him, which Sisko has been doing literally since the pilot?! I think his guilt would have worked better for me if the plan failed and all of that were for nothing.

* Actually, why WAS Sisko the one doing this? And not someone like the just-introduced Section 31?

On a less serious note, I love that Sisko isn't satisfied with the recording until someone talks shit about Dukat :D then he's like "mmm perfect"

I feel obligated to mention the quality of writing and directing! And the wonderful ambiguity of the final "I can live with it" -- I love things like this.

His Way

let me get this straight, Julian got rejected three times by the same woman but she started dating him after he asked a hologram for advice?? wtf. Miles is surprised by the latter part but I'm more concerned about "Bashir is repeatedly rejected and refuses to stop pursuing a woman" (what is this, season 1???! between that and the mention of his crush on Dax several episodes ago, certainly feels like that, and not in a good way) and also about "Bashir dates a woman offscreen because the relationship is so shallow it's apparently not worth showing but we need to remind the viewers he's Straight"

"Is that the best you can do?" "I'd like to see someone do better." "So would I."

"You're not exactly the most lovable person in the galaxy. You're not even the most lovable person in this sector, or on the station. Or even in this room"

how many of those dumbass songs must I endure?

I'm really bored...

ughhh this is embarrassing

and THIS is creepy

(at least Odo is better than Barclay and backs off...)

he can just go to any other holosuite and interrupt whatever people are doing in there? D:

oh god, he can also use the station's com line?! SOMEONE DELETE THIS PROGRAM IT'S GETTING REALLY SCARY

kill me. or kill this episode with fire

ughhhh it's finally over bye. the scene with Quark was very good, but the rest... how come Kira and Odo by themselves are probably the most interesting characters but their romance is this utter dreck?

The Reckoning

why doesn't the universal translator work here?

how did the wormhole animals get here, anyway?

(I’m keeping this typo lmao)

for once, Winn is absolutely right!!

did he actually break it?.. this is not a dream?.. Winn won't be pleased

it's episodes like this when I miss TNG, and Picard's total refusal to treat Q like a god

this is getting stupider and stupider...

take a shot every time Sisko claims to know something

you know your story is bad when Winn is the most, and probably only sympathetic character in it (and Kira spends the entire final scene talking how bad Winn is? what?) Winn is being rational and ends up saving lives while Sisko keeps justifying his shitty actions with weak babbling about how "The Prophets want this, they work in mysterious ways" -- have they switched bodies while I wasn't looking?!

Valiant

Jake has a nice stylish outfit

That's strange... Why didn't they return to the Federation space after the war began? Will that be the point of the episode -- that they continued the mission on their own out of sheer hubris?

so this poor girl and the others spend months trapped on a tiny ship inside enemy territory because that guy wants to feel adult and important and likes to play captain?

so, they finally found one specific battleship they had been looking for for 8 months? and it happened the next day after Jake and Nog come on board? is that just because Nog adjusted the warp drive?

dude! your job was to gather info! if that battleship kills you, you fail!

The First Duty 2

...but a lot more bloody D:

this episode was better than I expected

Profit and Lace

aaaalright, here we go, let's see if this really is the Worst Episode Ever

why is Ishka wearing clothes that accentuate her breasts? the clothes in the previous episodes were so baggy I assumed that Ferengi women don't have boobs

"...brilliant Ferengi female. Do you know any?" I suppose Pel wouldn't be able to get here fast enough?

okay, Quark reluctantly doing his best to advocate for female rights is actually pretty awesome

are u telling me all Quark needed to be a better person was a little estrogen?

I actually... didn't find this bad for a Ferengi episode? and it was more interesting to watch than some other episodes in this season -- I was genuinely unsure what would happen and was rooting for everything to turn out well!

Of course I'd prefer if Ishka made the case for Ferengi feminism herself -- but, at least, the narrative is on its side this time, unlike at least one previous episode. And this time she has more agency than in her previous appearances (Zek's lover/hidden mastermind and damsel in distress) -- she's using her position of power to implement a whole new progressive law, and it even seems like she made it to Zek's side for that purpose and domestic bliss was a nice side effect.

Quark as a woman is an objectively transphobic gag, of course (and yes I know that it’s my privilege that allows me not to be viscerally upset by it enough to immediately ruin the episode forever). But I didn't actually find it as nasty as the same joke in "Facets", where the narrative and other characters used it to made fun of him, and the shot of his head on Kira's body in "Meridian"; here it's for greater good, and being in a woman's shoes (literally) gives him some perspective, plus nobody seems to think sex reassignment surgery is a big deal. Other characters criticise Quark’s performance of femininity in the same tone as Worf criticised others’ performance of Klingon-ness. Like, I see that this is fundamentally Bad, but I was preparing myself to be outraged much more so it doesn’t feel that bad.

And it's gross that Quark sexually exploits his workers and the narrative doesn't punish him, but that happened before in season 1...

Unlike, say, The Reckoning, it doesn't affect the show's overall plot or lore in a negative way -- I'd even say it's the opposite because of the big win for women's rights on Ferenginar. (It shows a frustrating lack of progress in Quark's character arc, but a lot of episodes share this problem...) So, even though this episode is unfunny and largely offensive, I don't feel it's exceptionally terrible -- just another example of the problems this show has always had. I have more problems with stories that break the entire show, than isolated episodes like this which can be easily skipped and ignored.

Time's Orphan

what about the Orb of Time, wouldn't it help?

Keiko, that's a terrible decision

I guess the episode will end with both Worf and the O'Briens realizing this parenting problem is too difficult for them, and they'll do what they should have done from the start and re-rescue Molly

No, Miles, your plan is horrible. If it works I'll never forgive this episode.

I'm glad it ended well. But feral!Molly was obviously a lost cause from the beginning...

The Sound of Her Voice

Odo, are you being shitty on purpose?

I was worried when Bashir didn't want to talk at the beginning, but this is almost scary!

I suspected something like this...

Julian no...

“I really care about all of you, even if sometimes it would appear that I care more about my work” says the guy who spent two seasons running after everybody like “PLEASE BE MY FRIEND!!!11!”

This entire thing looks like Julian and Miles are about to make a public proposal to each other...

"Someday we're going to wake up and we're going to find that someone is missing from this circle" *looks directly at Jadzia*

Tears of the Prophets

*sigh* Okay, I'm emotionally prepared, here we go

*sees Jadzia on screen* no I'm not prepared

ughh why are Bashir and Quark being so gross

where has he been all this time?

"I don't hold you responsible for Ziyal's death. You may have fired the phaser, but it was Benjamin Sisko who forced your hand" ????? dude. this is a stretch even by your standards.

"You've gone from being a self important egotist to a self deluded madman" Weyoun is not wrong

(but you know acknowledging within the story that your writing is shitty doesn’t fix the problem)

Klingons and Romulans!

why must I listen to this stupid song and look at Bashir and Quark being shitty and badly written

Oh great, the wormhole aliens can somehow contact him whenever and wherever they want, no orbs or travels to the wormhole necessary. WTF?

I like how Weyoun and Damar roll their eyes at Dukat's nonsense. same

"I've immersed myself in the study of the Bajoran ancient texts, and I've come to realize that the wormhole is much more than the gateway to the Gamma Quadrant. It's the Temple of the Prophets" o rly??? truly an astonishing discovery

congrats on finally getting the Renegade eyes, Dukat

what is Garak doing here?

ugh.

Dukat went from the embodiment of the best storyline on the show to the embodiment of the worst storyline on the show

At least Weyoun and Damar keep reacting to his every word as "That's nonsense" so at least someone inside the story doesn't like this plot as well. I think Dukat has passed them the torch of being the fourth wall breaking meta character...

...but, you know, if the wormhole would really close forever I'd be glad. of course they'll find a way to reconnect with their "Prophets" somehow

I interrupt the ugly crying to ask: how the hell would Sisko's presence on the station have saved Jadzia's life?!

"for the first time in my life I've failed in my duty as a Starfleet officer" uh, how?!

this is the worst season finale in DS9

Ohhh man... The season started so strong I was overjoyed. I've always wanted more stories set on Terok Nor during the occupation, and didn't expect the show to deliver in this way! The change of status quo was exciting -- it really felt like Shit Got Real and a serious war was on and things would not be the same again! And Kira's little storyline about normalization of oppression and fighting it, first of all inside one's own heart, was great. But then it just went downhill...

Odo's betrayal made me lose all sympathy and trust towards him forever, and even without that, his character arc was greatly weakened by the presence of the Female Changeling, who is the worst combination of uninteresting and unlikeable. When the Founders are somewhere out there, Odo's longing for them is poignant, but when you see them on screen being bland and annoying, the magic just evaporates.

An underused female character fridged to make a male character's arc less interesting: he loses his Morality Chain, his mind, and complexity as an antagonist. It's just so lazy. His main redeeming quality is the love for his daughter, and we're tired of writing bad people who still have some sympathetic motivations, that's too difficult, so let's take the object of that love away from him to make him Purely Evil(tm). And since the plot requires this rationalist character to do something OOC in the finale, we need to make him crazy or it couldn't happen. He's evil because of mental illness, he's evil because he gets himself possessed by a demon, he's evil because he has red eyes -- that leaves the viewer with the impression that his previous crimes weren't bad enough, that the writers think overseeing colonisation/genocide for years is tolerable but five minutes of hate speech & one minute of glowing red -- that's the real moral event horizon! Mental illness made him evil, huh? Take that trope and throw it in the trash along with Intendant Kira's Depraved Bisexual trope. Hey, remember when this show was about dealing with the effects of war and oppression, and Dukat embodied the different ways that oppression manifests? well now he's a comicbook villain with glowing satan eyes who shoots death rays

The wormhole aliens are now suddenly Good Gods hijacking bodies and using them for Voldemort-Harry ray battles

The best-forgotten stupid tropes about hyper-intelligence are dragged from TNG and pasted onto Julian

The writers pulled out of their asses Bashir and Quark's unrequited love for Jadzia?? Bashir's crush was cute in season 1, but he got over it long ago, and Quark has always been just friends with her. Bashir had such a nice friendship with her, and now he's wishing that her marriage would fail so he'd get a shot, even though she was never interested in him in the first place? Fucking disgusting. Way to compromise his character.

And, of course, as the final insult, they fucking killed Jadzia for nothing.

So, let me count: Jadzia literally dead. Dukat's character almost completely assassinated, Bashir’s comes pretty close. Odo's character weakened. Lore and plot of the entire series fucked up. God. I have no words anymore. How do you ruin something so quickly?!

#star trek #ds9 #blah blah blah #my friend finished s6 which finally prompted me to post this #i spent two weeks hoping to make my long unbroken paragraphs a bit more coherent #it didn't work

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