#before that movie I also never knew I needed Dylan in a longer hair cut...I mean look at his fluffy hair!

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Nightmare Time Episode 3 Thoughts

I usually save this for the end of my thoughts but I have to say this now. OMG MATT DAHAN!!! I WILL NEVER NOT BE IMPRESSED BY HIM! Usually with the episodes I catch 1 or 2 motifs but I swear I caught everyone this time. And they all fit so well. My attention was evenly split between the music and the story this time. It was so freaking good. Matt deserves all the awards like omg.

I think this is the least laggy the theme has been. Good job going all out for the last one!

I said to my mom "Did Shashona record this video?" and she did!! Great cinematography Shashona!!

I also pointed out the Tim's daddy mask. I said "Aww he's wearing a mask for his son!". I guess my mom got confused and forgot Tim's name because she thought I was talking about Dylan's (nonexistent) son.

THE DRILL PRESSES!!

LEX AND ETHAN

I kind of already knew this but I love that Ethan knows cars. I just likes that he has a hobby.

Lex cares about Tom so much I love it.

WHY DID JANE TRY TO KILL ETHAN?!?!?!? TOM DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO HIM!!!! DID SHE HAVE SOME PERSONAL REASONS LIKE WHY!?!??!

That Lexthan interaction was so cute. I love how he saw she was super sorry and scared and he just stopped being mad and comforted her. They are so cute I can't handle it!!

KENDALL!!! Ok so through out this whole thing I know everyone was excited for their favorite character to come back but I really just wanted to see Kendall again. I guess after BF I assumed we would never see her again because I couldn't see them working with children becoming a normal thing. But when the original cast announcement came out I got so happy to see her name. So I was super excited to see her.

Her covering her hair with a beanie looks better than the wig

UNCLE PAUL I'M SOFT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!!

Cineplex Teen is like Larry from tawog. I guess we should start calling him Obnoxious Teen then. Until we get a name.

I love that Tim immediately likes Becky. Wish I could say the same for my stepparents.

Santa Claus Is Going To High School bb. Also I want to hear the rest of that song. Also also how many wigs does Lauren own?

TONY GREEN

Why must they make love to this movie everytime? Can't we simply just watch it and make fun of like normal people? That way Tim can enjoy it too.

Good for Jane for making sure her son doesn't have to eat disgusting school lunch. She gets good mom points.

Aww Becky reassuring him he's not a Dummy

Becky is like really horny this episode. Honestly Tom's into so go ahead girl

JAIME IS JANE

OK OK OK SO Jane said they were driving home from her parents house. Which means they were still alive when Jane died. That was only a year and a half ago so the Perkins parents might have died more recently than we thought. It's like Spring of 2019 right? So Jane died around Fall 2017. I don't remember if this was said in the show (it probably was and I'm saying nothing new) but I think Black Friday takes place about a year after her death. Tgwdlm took place October 2018. They have to have died only a few months before then. How long had Emma been in Hatchetfield before tgwdlm? Maybe there is a possibility we can see a flashback of an interaction with her parents depending on how long it's been. Also that means Emma lost her whole family in the span of a few months omg. And Tim lost his mom and his grandparents in that time. I want to see how they grieved with all of that. Also I know I'm crossing universes here but Emma also almost died the same day Jane did. Some strange force must really have it out for the Perkins family. Good on Emma for surviving like a champ.

Ok so I thought they went scouting for girls because Jane didn't want the man she loved to have to devote the rest of his life to a car. I thought she was trying to help him move on. She was getting good lover points but those have since been redacted.

Jane is definitely bi and I love that for her. I don't care if she tried to kill her new crush. It was new enough for it to mean nothing.

GREENPEACE GIRL

Tom does look like a creep ngl

Jane reminds us she's a car a lot. Like girl we get it.

No. No. No. NO NO NO NO NO NO NOPE! We're not talking about it. I don't want to. I stared at James the whole and honestly same dude. I saw Nick in my peripheral vision and loved/hated that he was laughing. RIP to me watching this with my mom. RIP to Kendall. Actually rip to everyone who had to sit through that. RIP to Jaime and Dylan for having to perform that. RIP to the cursed rehearsals. Matt and Nick seriously took the time to sit down and write that. What the heck you two?!? This made me more uncomfy than the entirety of mamd and Ted's character combined. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe this was just me but it felt longer than it needed to. The relief and worry I felt when Tim walked in is a feeling I can not explain. Glad he was clueless.

Tim sweetie I love you but SHUT UP

Jane is crazy and Jaime is doing such an amazing job at portraying that.

Yes Tom. Because grave digging is way crazier than possessed cars.

I asked my mom why the didn't just go grave digging for Jane's body but my mom said the body is probably all rotted and gross so that explains that.

Why didn't Becky just go inside? If she went far enough I doubt Jane would have been able to hit her even if she managed to break into the house. Also let's assume Becky's house had an upstairs. There, perfect safety.

Did Becky seriously die in the same woods as Stanley?

Ok so I thought the tree thing was a reference to little Irish girl Becky from the Black Friday sk10 stream. But now it seems like something more serious and bad happened so I'm curious.

DID JANE GET TOM ARRESTED?!?!? It seemed like she could drive herself at that point. Why not let him get out and get Becky yourself? Is this that self confidence thing Tom talked about?

Is she really about to have her son be obsessed with Ms. Becky for the rest of their lives or is she gonna tell him?

This next episode made me physically jump twice. I say literally a lot but I promise you I'm using it correctly when I say I literally jumped.

KENDALL'S SINGING

I saw the thing about the ukelele being a bday gift from the cast so this was super sweet

Ok personal time. My grandmother's name is Pamela and my mom decided to permanently cut ties with her a few months ago due to her abusive behavior. Me and my sibling are still allowed to talk to her whenever we please but we haven't seen her as much as we used to. I got kind of scared watching this with my mom because I was scared this would trigger something. She didn't say anything and I didn't want to bother her about if she was fine so I didn't say anything. Anyway this just kind of hit different for me.

JAIME'S RANGE OMG

"I want to be alone with my man." Ms what are you about to do to your Tv?

DON'T GIVE HER BEER

Duke seems chill. I like him.

LEX AND ETHAN GOT ARRESTED!?!?!? FOR SELLING HER PILLS!?!??! THAT SHE TOLD THEM TO SELL!?!?!? I HATE HER!!!

Does Ms. Foster have a type or is being male good enough?

Hannah's 14? I thought she was the same age as Tim. I could have sworn in the BF commentary track they said she was 9 or 10. Did my brain make that up?

How does Kim change her hair so quickly? She did this in episode 2 too? I could never. I am very impressed.

Curt and Kim talking over the phone while standing shoulder to shoulder was funnier than it should have been

Ms. Holloway is cool. YAY MOSTLY GOOD WITCHES

How does Ms. Holloway know? I need a backstory please!!

Ok so I saw Jon in his cape and thought he might be the with. But then I saw James in his cape I y'know stopped thinking that. Anyway I'm obsessed with Jon and James in capes. Kind of wish Corey had one too.

OH I JUST THOUGHT THIS AS I'M TYPING NOW ok so that tree she was talking to at the beginning was one of the tree people. I'm embarrassed it took me this long to realise it.

Hannah is way too calm about these talking trees and sometimes spider ladies. I respect that.

There was a lot of black and white theming in this episode. More than normal. It makes me more curious about what exactly Hannah's connection to it is.

Hannah almost died in her own mind. I was kinda hating Ms. Holloway in this moment because she forced Hannah to go into her mind. But I know she had to so I'm cool with her again.

THE STARLIGHT THEATER

Did she really say just don't be scared next time? Like miss some actual advice would help.

CAN MS. HOLLOWAY'S MIND LEAVE HANNAH ALONE?? Like I know you didn't get the reaction you wanted out of her but you're seriously gonna give up and go for a little girl instead. Pathetic.

"What's shakin', Banana?" That was the first time I jumped.

WIGGLY

What exactly is that 6-legged girl? I wish we had a visual. Also how couldn't Ms. Holloway help her? What was her issue? Npmd you got anything for me?

Wiley. Just seeing him come up. That was the second time I jumped.

Also everyone already said this but props to Joey for his commitment. Shaving in between episodes like omg sir you didn't have to go all out for this. But you did and I appreciate you for it. Also HE KEPT THE JACKET?? WHAT!??! Just fully committed to this character go off Joey!!

Usually I would laugh at stuff phasing through the green screen but this just made it creepier.

HOLLOWAY AND WILEY/WILBUR BACKSTORY PLEASE

But also I love how the script had him listed at Wilbur above his lines. I remember Nick called him Wilbur once in the commentary track (possibly by accident) but it's nice to have it in cannon. I don't remember I any of the characters called him Wilbur because I'm so used to seeing Wilbur and Wiley used interchangeably but this was just nice to have canonized.

DUKE PAY ATTENTION!! FREAKING USELESS RIGHT NOW!!!

Dang Wiley she was already being choked in the physical world you didn't have to choke her in her mind too calm down

YAY MORE DOLLS

NICK I WAS KIDDING ABOUT AN APOTHEOSIS DOLL

Is the mouth one (I see we've named him Nibbly. Good because his full name is too long to type out) gonna be the npmd villain? The pick color theme seems cool.

ANGELA'S TRANSITION THOUGH!!! Omg she switched roles seamlessly. And her voice too!! Go off Angela.

MARIAH IS WEBBY

This is random and unrelated but I never noticed how big Mariah's eyes were before.

So Webby and the Doll Gang are all siblings? I find it interesting that the were described to all where black. And Webby's color theme is white. Like how the good and bad ukeleles were white and black. This might sound really dumb see as we don't have a 100% accurate visual of the black and white but I wonder if Webby ever left would it be 100% black? Like if Wiggly went through the portal would it become a little less black? Does this make sense? Also I'm starting to see the black and white as less of a bad place. Its starting to see more ominously neutral.

Hannah's favorite show is He-Man no I do accept criticism.

Ms. Holloway is a nerd. She saw Hannah make the reference and was like "Huh. I f she likes He-Man maybe making this hat a reference will make her like me." She would only know if she watched the show. But then again she seems to be stuck in the 80s so maybe she just thinks that's what's popular with the kids.

MS. HOLLOWAY PLEASE GET LEX AND ETHAN BACK

AND ANOTHER GREAT SONG TO END IT OFF

This episode was......a lot. So much happened. Loved all of it. I am scared of Nick and Matt's minds but also incredibly grateful for them. As usual everyone's acting was top notch.

I love this episode.

Also I'm just gonna say it. Jon ruined Nick's season one reveal.

#starkid #nightmare time #nightmare time spoilers #jane's a car #the witch in the web #Hatchetfield #mel thinks thoughts #melchron the good book

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an update on how my oc's are getting along during this pandemic :)

Harry and Goldie: this man is absolutely loving the time he gets to spend with you and your little love! sure, now he's going out and about between the states and your flat back in london, but he absolutely adored the few uninterrupted months he got to spend with the both of you. goldie is just over two and a half years old when quarantine begins, so you and harry decide it's a good time to start potty training. she hates it at first, mostly because the sound of the toilet flushing is intimidating, but soon she learns that harry will sing over the loud sound. you almost rolled your eyes allowed the first time you watched your husband sing beside the toilet, clapping his hands and blowing into a blue harmonica between words.

the three of you also become a family of four, well five if were counting the goldfish named finn. you get pregnant just after march, and your finding out in a few days the gender...it's a little girl. even before you know though, harry has deemed your little one bowie. the baby inside of you loves grilled cheese and tomatoes, which you were never fond of, and is guaranteed to start moving around when music is played. the first time harry realized this, his head was in your lap and david bowie was playing on vinyl.

"did ya feel that, lovie?" he looked up with wide eyes and a glowing grin, "bunny likes himself some bowie."

"who said it's a boy harry?" you bit back, a smile on your lips.

"we already got a girl, it's only fair, love." he mumbled back before pressing his lips to the skin of your bare belly, not just popping but definitely not as tight as it was, "hi, bowie. ya gonna be my music partner? i think yeh big sister might have a fit."

but quarantine also came with struggles. goldie didn't understand why she couldn't bounce back and forth between your flat and anne's house, and she definitely didn't understand why you were no longer going to the pack every afternoon with a packed lunch and a plan to stop at the ice cream shop and collect a blue popsicle. she had thrown a fit at harry's feet for six days before moving along to the next obsession -- which happened to be styling harry's growing hair into a messy ponytail, or unicorn horn as she deemed through giggles.

Ellie McCall: ellie and liam are doing great! they've taken this time to just sit back and actually enjoy each others company. ellie's fresh out of college and beside stiles at the FBI, working as a medically trained field agent. her brothers best friend was less then happy when he realized that the younger girl was moving up in the program quicker then he could. ellie and liam are ready to start a family, though they don't look to be having any luck. when they do get pregnant though, ellie immediately worries that she's going to have to push a werewolf sized baby out of her. it takes seven calls to deaton and three voice mails to derek to assure her that the baby will be normal sized, and lacking in supernatural abilities until he's at least a toddler. oh yeah, it's a baby boy that is immediately named called brett dunbar.

though ellie and liam are enjoying the time home, it does bring ellie into a darker headspace. she dwells over allison and what her best friend might have been doing, and she can't help but think about boyd and erica. even matt crosses her mind a few times before she wiggles into bed besides liam and falls asleep with his heartbeat in her ear. liam isn't oblivious to her suffering, but it's apparent he doesn't know how to help. he sits were her sometimes when she's just staring out of the living room window, and makes her a cup of tea, because recently she's grown to hate the taste of coffee. he just lets her know that he's with her, and even though they're along in DC, she isn't actually alone.

Dylan O'Brien, Chloe O'Brien, and Maisie O'Brien: the trio is so good! dylan is so glad to finally be home with his girls for longer then a couple of broken up weeks. he can't remember the last time he was truly free to just be a dad and a husband. yes, chloe and dylan got married. it was a few weeks before the new year that they celebrated two months married. dylan's glad they waited so long, because the image of his daughter walking down the isle never fails to bring tears to his eyes. mae's just over four and a half, so she was in pre-school when everything started shutting down. she cried for weeks about missing her friends, clinging to dylan's torso for hours until she could be persuaded into walking on her own.

mae was a busybody, which meant keeping her home all day every day was hard. dylan was a personal jungle gym at this point, having bruises and cuts littering his arms and legs from how frequently he was used as a latter or slide. he wouldn't have it any other way though, loving that himself alone could entertain maisie for hours. what was hard about being home was finding alone time. the little one chloe and dylan shared loved to sneak into bed with them at two am, meaning that any passionate love making was rushed and done half dressed. it really wasn't passionate, but it quenched the thirst that would build after days of thick sexual tension.

every morning dylan would wake up after chloe and mae, coming down to plates of fresh fruit and pancakes. chloe didn't mind the big breakfast, giving her something to do other then stare at the wall or sing along to frozen for the umpteenth time that week. she had tried to get mae into something else after watching it seven times in a day, but the littler girl had crawled into her fathers laps with pleading eyes and a frown, sweetly asking if he could turn on anna and elsa when you were in the bathroom. it was no surprise that he cracked under the pressure, wanting nothing more then to be mae's best friend even when he knew a movie couldn't hurt her.

chloe's favorite thing about it all though had to be waking up in the middle of the night to cold sheets. she would leave the bedroom confused, having remembered falling alseep in dylan's arms, but in no time she would find her husband and daughter either in the kitchen eating ice cream, or cuddled up together in a toddler sized bed happily asleep. she would selfishly take a few more months of this isolation if it meant making more magical memories.

Emma James and Dylan Sprayberry: emma and dylan are great! they've started wedding planning, and have been using this time to finally finish moving into their house! emma was sad to let go of her first home with everly, but she comes to love their newly purchased home in SoCal even more. emma and ellery have been besties this entire time! it's not often that the two of them are apart, finding it a comfort to have some sort of daily routine that helps them stay mentally okay. emma is more then glad to have dylan by her side at home, but she needs more then her fiancé to keep a level head.

emma doesn't have any upcoming projects, instead taking the time to work on herself and her mom life. everly james is everything to her! the little beauty who looks just like her mother is just under two years old when this pandemic really cracks down on california, and it takes a toll on emma when they're forced to spend her second birthday with just dylan's sister and mother.

emma tries her hardest to keep in contact with holland and crystal, often having facetime calls scheduled. she misses seeing her friends faces every day, but knows that their reunion will be so much sweater once everything is safe and reopened.

Scotland Reilly and Dylan O'Brien: i haven't introduced scotland to this blog yet, but she's my little bean, and the irl oc for leila martin! anyways, scotland and dylan have been so good and really enjoyed being home together for longer then a few weeks or broken apart months! they're coming up on their seventh dating anniversary, and beginning to talk about what the next step might look like. they're been living together since season two of teen wolf, which was a year before they started dating, but neither one is completely sold on whether they want to go through with marriage. they have no doubt that the rest of their lives will be spent happily together and as one, but the idea of getting married never really stuck out to them!

scotland has an eating disorder that goes hand in hand with OCD that manifested after a childhood of travel between modeling jobs and bicoastal co-parenting. she's been strictly a vegan for almost nine years as a way to ensure that she's always healthy and so she doesn't feel to guilt about the foods she's eating, but recently she's started to introduce chicken (which dylan is absolutely thrilled about) fish, and a few dairy products. being home has given her the chance to actually feel comfortable with how far she's willing to push past her comfort zones and find new things out about herself. she's also overly plagued by baby fever!

she had her head on dylan's chest one afternoon, scrolling through moodboard on her pintrest account when the cutest pastel themed nursery caught her attention. they're in no way ready for a baby, but scotland can just imagine a tiny baby the two of them sharing her eyes and strawberry hair but every other quality being strictly dylan's. they both think a baby is the perfect next step, but in a few years time when hopefully the pandemic has calmed down and it's not so high risk.

the conversation goes like that:

"baby." scotland coos, looking up at dylan whose entire focus is on the old baseball game. he hummed in her general direction, his fingers brushing through her hair absentmindedly. "can we have a baby?"

he has to pause the game after that question, his whiskey eyes wide and caught off guard. scotland giggles at his reaction, pressing a kiss to the dip between his collarbone, "not right now, silly! but one day, can we?"

they'd never really talked about kids. dylan knew she wanted a few, having grown up with a large family, but they were both at the high of their career and never had time to imagine little hands and feet.

"one day." he promises gently, "i'd like that."

#none of this is proof read or edited #but i can't help but think about what they're all doing #if i missed anybody let me know! #goldie styles #dad!harry #dylan o'brien #dylan sprayberry #ellie mccall #emma james #scotland reilly #maisie o’brien #chloe o’brien #chloe daniels #harry styles

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True Romance: Saoirse Ronan and Timothée Chalamet on reuniting for Little Women

They may be posing in an airy lower Manhattan studio, but Timothée Chalamet and Saoirse Ronan have a way of making you feel right at home. “I made a little playlist this morning,” Chalamet announces to the room. He syncs up his cell phone to the sound system, his boyish grin widening as Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” starts blaring. He returns to the camera, which snaps him and Ronan at a furious pace.

It’s their first joint cover shoot. He’s wearing a shimmery striped shirt with high-waist trousers; she’s rocking a shirtdress, fishnet stockings, and clear stilettos. He keeps cracking her up; she musses his hair with doting affection. During a break that follows, he wanders, gripping a paper bag stuffed with assorted bagels — from Tompkins Square Bagels, which Chalamet, a lifelong New Yorker, insists are the best in the city — and offering one to anyone in his path. He sings and dances — very Elio-in-the-town-square-like — to Bob Dylan’s “Tombstone Blues.” He creeps behind a distracted Ronan before spooking her with a yelp. “I didn’t even know you were there!” she exclaims, reddening from the fright but with a smile so lovingly at ease, you sense she’s used to the prank.

They’ve known each other, after all, for some time. About three years ago, Ronan, now 25, and Chalamet, 23, met filming Lady Bird, Greta Gerwig’s solo directorial debut, in which Ronan’s irrepressible heroine (briefly) romances Chalamet’s douchey amateur musician. They reunited with Gerwig last year, on the heels of Lady Bird’s Oscar-nominated success, for a bigger undertaking: a remake of the oft-remade Little Women (Dec. 25). Ronan and Chalamet slipped into the roles of tomboyish Jo March and buoyant Theodore “Laurie” Laurence, best friends who ultimately break each other’s hearts. Their courtship ranks among American culture’s oldest tales of unrequited love — made indelible by Katharine Hepburn and Douglass Montgomery, Winona Ryder and Christian Bale, and so many others — yet finds, in the hands of two of the most compelling actors of their generation, galvanizing new life.

That goes, in fact, for the whole of Gerwig’s Little Women. Her version certainly contains the snow-globe coziness of treasured adaptations past, but also carries a fizzy emotional authenticity and attention to detail. The film is remarkably lived-in, too: This take on Louisa May Alcott’s 1868 novel, which follows Jo and her three sisters pre– and post–American Civil War, feels plucked straight from the text in the best way, with siblings fighting like siblings, love and loss and hope and pain vividly experienced on screen.

Ronan and Chalamet’s charming big sister–little brother dynamic is not unlike the one that Jo and Laurie share in Little Women. Watch the actors play off one another, and the film’s tender realism clarifies itself: Their on-camera intimacy is just as palpable behind the scenes. Indeed, after shooting Lady Bird for a few weeks, the pair hung out regularly over the next year, making the awards-circuit rounds and scoring lead-acting Oscar nominations — Ronan for Lady Bird, Chalamet for Call Me by Your Name — before swiftly signing on to Little Women. In advance of filming in Concord, Mass. (the actual setting of the book), Gerwig and producer Amy Pascal gathered the large production’s cast and crew for rehearsals at a house just outside the town. For Ronan and Chalamet, the contrast between this and their early Lady Bird days was immense. “I felt very prideful… about how big it had gotten, how many people were there,” Chalamet recounts. “On Lady Bird it was, like, 25 people hanging out in a house!”

They fell back into each other’s rhythms instantly. “He keeps me on my toes — I’m never quite sure what he’s going to do next,” Ronan says. “That only progressed more and grew more. It helped that we do have a very natural rapport with each other…. These two characters physically need to be very comfortable with one another. They’re literally intertwined for half the film.” Chalamet adds: “In the least clichéd way possible, it really doesn’t feel like [I’m] acting sometimes [with her].”

Chalamet credits Gerwig, too, for establishing a playful, comfortable atmosphere. He thinks back to his first day of rehearsal: He reunited with Ronan. He introduced himself to Emma Watson (who plays the eldest March sister, Meg). He was guided into a third-floor conference room of a “random building” where, “all of a sudden, there was a full dance class going on.” He recalls fondly: “Everyone breaks down and becomes a little kid. This job is so trippy in that regard — you want to be serious, you want to be professional, and then it’s almost best when you’re able to be 12 years old. When it’s someone you’re actually friends with, it makes it easier.”

Ronan smirks, gearing up for a jab: “We’re not friends!” Delighted, Chalamet keeps the bit going. “We’re not friends,” he says, solemnly. For once, they’re not very convincing.

Greta Gerwig doesn’t remember a time before she knew Jo March. “[Little Women] was very much part of who I always was,” the writer-director, 36, says. “It was something my mother read to me when I was growing up. It’s been with me for a very long time.”

She joined Sony Pictures’ new Little Women adaptation when she was hired to write the script in 2016. Once Lady Bird bowed the next year, she emerged as a candidate to direct the film. “Greta had a very specific, energized, kind of punk-rock, Shakespearean take on this story,” Pascal says. “She came in and had a meeting with all of us and said, ‘I know this has been done before, but nobody can do it but me.’” She got the gig.

In her approach, Gerwig drew on her lifelong relationship with Little Women; beyond childhood, she discovered new, complex layers to the novel, and in turn to Alcott’s legacy. “As a girl, my heroine was Jo March, and as a grown lady, my heroine is Louisa May Alcott,” she says. It’s perhaps why Gerwig’s Little Women feels like the most adult — and modern — version of the story that’s reached the screen to date. The movie begins with the March sisters in adulthood — typically where the narrative’s second half begins — and unfolds like a memory play, shifting back and forth between that present-day frame and extended flashbacks to the childhood scenes etched in the American literary canon.

In that, Gerwig finds fascinating, fresh areas of exploration regarding women’s lives: the choices society forces them to make, the beauty and struggles of artistic pursuit, the consequences of rebellion. Jo’s journey as a writer anchors Gerwig’s direction; tempestuous Amy (Florence Pugh) gets more of a spotlight as she matures as a painter (and Laurie’s eventual wife); and Meg is realized with newfound nuance: “We felt it was important to show Meg juggling all her roles — a mother, a wife, a sister — whilst also celebrating her dreams, despite them being different to those of her sisters,” says Watson. But Gerwig doesn’t see herself as reinventing the wheel. “A lot of the lines in the film are taken right from the book,” she explains. “When Amy says, ‘I want to be great or nothing’ — she says that in the book! I don’t think we remember that, but she does say it.” Gerwig also loves one line spoken by the sisters’ mother, Marmee (Laura Dern), also revived in this version: “I’m angry almost every single day.”

Gerwig compiled a “bible” filled with cultural references: to Whistler tableaux of family life, to David Bowie–Jean Seberg hairdos that inspire the look of Jo’s mid-film cut, to Alcott family letters. “I wanted it to be footnote-able,” Gerwig says. “I wanted to point to it and say, ‘This is where this is from.’” She considers Alcott’s text sacred: “I wanted to treat the text as something that could be made fresh by great acting.”

Beyond those charged but less quoted Little Women lines are its famous ones — throw-pillow staples like Jo’s “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” that no adaptation is complete without. The actors rehearsed these “almost like a song,” pushing to move through them with a rapid musicality. “We [read] the book out loud,” says Dern. Gerwig expected the script’s words to be memorized precisely. “I knew I wanted them to get this cadence that felt sparkly and slightly irreverent,” she says. “I wanted to make them move at the speed of light.”

She poured the same love into iconic scenes, like Jo and Laurie’s ebullient dance that follows their first meeting. Here it goes on longer — and more vibrantly — than in any previous iteration. (Ronan says they filmed it at 3 a.m., to boot, adding, “We must have done it, like, 30 times.”) Then there’s the devastating moment when Laurie asks Jo to marry him and she rejects his proposal. Gerwig tasked the two actors to unleash here. “Emotions just bubble over,” Ronan says. “[Greta] just let us go with it, wherever it went, from take to take. What I loved about that scene is that every take would be different emotionally. It didn’t have the same trajectory.

“The two of us, it’s a relationship I have with no other director,” Ronan continues. “She makes me feel like I can try anything.”

As Ronan and Chalamet emerge from their photo-studio dressing area in impossibly chic new ensembles — she donning a form-fitting knit sweater, he a silky, ruffled top — their creative energy fills the space. They try out different poses, debating concepts and ideas with each other on the fly; at one point he wraps his arms around her waist, and she quips to no one in particular, “We’re expecting our first.” Camera snap.

They’re modeling a new brand of movie stardom — pursuing projects with a point of view, adamantly being themselves in the public eye, subverting gender norms. Their androgynous fashion performance here reflects their wardrobe shake-ups in Little Women: Gerwig and Oscar-winning costumer Jacqueline Durran (Anna Karenina) had the two actors swapping clothes throughout filming, to reinforce the masculine-feminine fluidity between Jo and Laurie. “They are two halves,” as Pascal puts it. “These are really bold characters that are really different than you’ve seen them before.”

And just as Gerwig expressed a need to direct Little Women, Ronan knew in her bones she needed to play Jo. She’d first encountered the story via the 1994 film when she was 11, and later read the book, feeling an immediate kinship with the young woman she’d come to portray. “When Louisa describes Jo, it felt like someone describing me physically: sort of gangly and stubborn and very straightforward, and went for what she wanted.” At an event for Lady Bird, she — in a very Jo kind of way — just “went at it” by approaching Gerwig. “I said, ‘So I want to be in Little Women, but only if I’m playing Jo.’” (Chalamet, for his part, was asked by Gerwig, “Hey, want to do another movie?” He responded: “Yes. Yes, please.”)

Over months of living in Concord with her castmates, Ronan discovered new depths within herself: “Jo’s ethos is ‘Everything everyone else is doing, I’m going to do the opposite.’ [I had] to try things that I’d never tried before. Be a bit messier with a performance.” Gerwig set up etiquette lessons for the cast; whatever the instructor said (“Don’t shake hands! Don’t gesticulate with your arms!”), Ronan made sure to ignore it. She speaks now of this as freeing, even transformative. “I felt like I had tapped into something I’d never gotten the opportunity to tap into before, or I just didn’t have the guts to tap into myself,” she says. “Finding that was just amazing.”

Shortly after wrapping Little Women, she filmed Wes Anderson’s next film, The French Dispatch — marking her third time costarring with Chalamet, who plays a central role. As for now? Ronan is taking a little break. “I’ll wait for the right thing to come along,” she says. “It’s lovely to be in a position at this moment where I can wait for the absolute right thing.” Same goes for Chalamet — he shot Netflix’s The King (out Oct. 11) right before Little Women and just completed production on Denis Villeneuve’s Dune adaptation. “It’s the first time in almost two years I’ve gotten a breath, so I’m savoring it.”

It’s been a long day. They’re back in comfy clothes; Ronan is taking a late lunch. It feels like both actors — as another whirlwind of acclaim and press and romance-shipping awaits — are at a kind of peace, exhausted but satisfyingly so. Little Women is the biggest movie either has done to date; more attention, as they inhabit such revered characters, is sure to follow. “I just haven’t thought about it that way,” Ronan admits. “Maybe because it’s just Greta — even though it’s on a much bigger scale, she wanted it to feel like Lady Bird.”

Ronan understands the timeless power of Little Women, of course: “It’s as important to tell Little Women right now as it would be at any point in our lifetime.” She points to this pop culture climate of “celebrating female friendships and sisterhood,” and continues, “It’s a story that’s full of love. That will always be relevant.”

She turns toward Chalamet, and you realize the love they brought to Alcott’s classic is what first blossomed between them on Lady Bird. “I love that in Lady Bird, you broke my heart,” she says to him softly. “In Little Women, I got to break your heart.” (Chalamet, ever the goofball, finds an obvious opening: “Yes, that’s true. Then I married your sister. Ha, ha, ha!”)

If this all sounds a little idyllic, well, neither actor — nor Gerwig, nor Pascal, nor the rest of the cast — can do much to convince you otherwise. Shifting back to Little Women’s timelessness, and reflecting on Ronan’s comments about it, Chalamet says, “I don’t know how to add to that.” Instead he turns back to his costar, his expression suddenly sincere, filled with gratitude. “But if I can add one little dose of information,” he says with a nervous laugh. “And not just because she’s sitting next to me.” He credits Ronan with bringing that “timeless energy.” He says “thank God” they were able to make the movie. “It’s so rare with Saoirse — I’m so f—ing grateful to get to work with her,” he says. “Whatever book I write for myself when I’m older, to look back on —” He stops himself. “Well, this is a bigger conversation.”

But Ronan, chuckling, doesn’t let him off the hook. “Will I have, like, a chapter?” And Chalamet laughs — another opening, another chance to act with his greatest scene partner, to see what journey of creation and discovery they’ll go on next. “A chapter of Saoirse,” he says.

At this rate, one chapter won’t suffice.

#timmy #timothee chalamet #saoirse ronan #little women

[murphystartedthefire]

Conageddon: Richard VIP Meeting Recap

EDIT: I meant to say, I originally had a General Admission ticket, but a very kind soul Noémie who unfortunately couldn’t attend the con let me upgrade to her Richard Harmon VIP badge at a major discount and I can never thank her enough for that. 

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- First off, someone in the VIP group had made friendship bracelets for everyone including Richard which was sweet. Another person had brought him a pink crop-top (tummy-bearing shirt) that said "Team Murphamy" on it, and when he saw it he IMMEDIATELY pulled his original shirt off and put it on. (Prompting one of the con staff members to walk in, see him topless, and just be like "Seriously, already?" LMAO.) He wore that for the rest of the meet & greet and group photo. *g*

- The VIP group was big (almost 20 people) but Richard made sure everyone had a chance to talk by going around the table and having each person say something, talk about where they’re from, ask him a question, etc. <3 A few people were still shy or couldn't come up with something, but most had something to ask. My first question was what's on his Murphy Playlist right now -- he said 500 songs but his big one for season six was “Villain” by David Ramirez. He also mentioned his favorite song is "Ballad of a Thin Man" by Bob Dylan, which is also on his Murphy list.

- His family teased him about being in Boston on St. Paddys Day, were texting him to come back alive. After the con on Sunday he appropriately had tickets to a Dropkick Murphys concert. (Turns out he wasn't the only one.)

- Favorite scary movie: He likes bad & good horror movies. His favorite is Halloween III: Season of the Witch, a cult movie people hated at the time but is secretly the best movie ever made.

- Also quick note that immediately before taking that photo, Bob gave him the beads because he showed him his nips.

Murphy & The 100 Stuff

- When asked about his favorite dynamic/people to work with on the show he went to Luisa right away, said people don't realize how good she is. He talked about this again on their panel later, but he realized it was funny he felt so close to her and until recently they didn't really know anything about each other's personal lives. In season three he was going through something bad and she probably could tell but they never talked about it, they just set everything aside when they worked together and he needed that.

- He also clarified that when he said in the past that he wanted the Memori breakup to stick, he didn't want that to be taken against her or that he’s not happy about them getting back together -- it's that he wishes she could do more on her own without being shackled to him.

- He also talked about Bob and how they have a competitive energy and push each other, like from the first day they both wanted to prove they were the better actor. Don't remember the exact bit but he was imitating how they were sizing each other up like "he thinks he's the lead but I'm better than him, oh okay he's good." :P

- Some more Memori cuteness -- he went through a long answer about whether various characters would be good at beer pong or not. (Monty: good at beer pong. Octavia: bad at beer pong. Clarke: very bad. Murphy: possibly good but his anger gets in the way. Echo: no, ranged weapons are not the same as beer pong.) And finally settled on Emori being the person he'd partner with on the show just as he did with Luisa IRL -- because she's a thief and has quick fingers, she'd be very good.

- He cited Murphy's scene begging for Emori in "God Complex" as his most challenging scene, along with the beginning of season three. He answered the same question at the meet & greet and later on the panel about what Murphy would've done if she had died - he has no doubt he would have killed Clarke or she’d have to kill him first.

- About the bunker scene in 3x01 - there was a lot of improvisation and him just doing whatever came to him and going crazy. It was his idea to pour the bottle of wine over his head, and that was a MISTAKE because then he was all sticky and they had to fix it in hair and makeup. They called cut and he was immediately like "ohhh I'm so sorry, I got too into it." Some joking about how Murphy just remained sticky for the rest of his time in the bunker.

- Favorite episode he said was 2x11 but meant 2x12 -- Murphy and Jaha in the desert is his favorite storyline. He loved the line "Faith? Nah, I just got nothing better to do."

- He really regrets that Murphy never got to have a moment reacting to Jaha's death. They had such an important relationship where he hated him but also had this weird father/son dynamic, even though he'd killed his father... It wouldn't even need to be a whole scene, just "someone tells me Jaha didn't make it and I could just have a look, let me play that."

- Another regret: in season 3 he wanted the stuff with Ontari to go differently, he liked the idea that she represented a dark side for Murphy, just being the kind of person who takes whatever she wants and doesn't have morals and there's something he actually likes in that, and meanwhile Emori is his light and hope of having another chance. But they didn't really explore that. He often has to remember he's like in the C-storyline and there's other stuff going on with the leads.

- On how Murphy will respond to Monty and Harper's death, he said Murphy doesn't like to feel indebted to people and he'd be upset that Monty had just saved his life and he doesn't think he knew how much Murphy respected and cared about him. [That may or may not actually come into play onscreen or with Jordan, he suggested that Murphy's kind of wary and annoyed by Jordan because he's annoyed by everyone.]

Non-Spoilery S6 Spoilers

- I asked him about Murphy's mental health in season six. He said there will be more of that, not because he's dealing with it but that he's adding *new* problems. O_O

- One of the fans said she sees Murphy as symbolizing the whole of the show because he's all about surviving and it's something the audience relates to also. He said something about how "how far is he willing to go to survive" is a running theme for Murphy specifically and in season six we'll see an answer to that question.

- They're not really gonna show any more of what happened in the six years, they're past that. (lights a candle in mourning for the spacekru flashbacks I never got siiigh.)

- A girl talked about how she loves Clarke and Murphy and always wants them to be friends, and Richard was like LOL ENJOY SEASON SIX implying they will... probably not be that. ;) He did give a legit answer to her question about how they are similar characters, and he thinks part of why they haven't been friends is Murphy just initially didn't like her and associated her with the ruling class on the Ark, where he had been locked up since he was like 10. Anyway he told the Clarke/Murphy Friendship girl that it will be hard but she also might like it, because Clarke and Murphy's relationship and how they feel about each other is central to this season.

- He was *pissed* (his words) about something that got cut from the first episode in season six -- it was just a small thing at the end of a scene, it sounded like it was related to Murphy and Jordan, but he was just really frustrated that it was in there and then cut. He'll say what it was after the episode airs. And then there was something else in season six (!) where he had to film a much longer & difficult scene and they edited it down a lot. He says Jason promised him they would make the full version available somewhere. (Nicole says: I will believe this when I see it, and also I'll know what the hell he's talking about when I see it.)

#richard harmon #the 100 #john murphy #conageddon #memori #that boy's a fighter #cute for a thief

[amylillian22]

Untitled - Cody Christian

Requested by vmach29 (Wattpad) - Can you do a imagine where the ready is Dylan Sprayberry younger adoptive sister and Cody is dating her secretly, and gets her pregnant. He freaks out and leaves her, which Dylan finds out and like you can decide it on your own what happens. Or it can be teen wolf related and make the sister Liam's sister. Also include a flashback, where its somrwhat sexual or doesn't imply sex.

Word Count: 4,499

Warnings:.Unexpected pregnancy. 

Author’s Note:  I changed some things up a bit. I hope you don’t mind. Also, I couldn’t think of a title for this imagine. So, all suggestions are welcomed.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Secret relationships never stay hidden. Eventually, the secret will be exposed somehow. For the past four months, Y/N and Cody have kept their romantic relationship from everyone, especially Y/N’s twin brother, Dylan Sprayberry.

The twins had a rule, rather a pact, since middle school: to never date any of the twin’s friends. In 6th grade, Dylan had a crush on Kimmy, Y/N’s friend. When Kimmy found out, she completely ignored and ditched Y/N for Dylan. Then, a year later, Y/N was Matty’s girlfriend. Matty and Liam were best friends, until Dylan punched Matty in the nose for spreading rumors about Y/N. Even thought what Kimmy and Matty did was wrong, Y/N and Dylan knew it wasn’t worth the struggle and drama of dating each other’s friends.

However, when Cody Christian joined Dylan’s new show, Teen Wolf, Y/N couldn’t deny the instant attraction she had towards him, but she kept her distance. After weeks of giving her hints and flirting with her, Cody thought she wasn’t into him. One night while she was out with her friends and he was over at Dylan’s house, Cody asked if his sister was single. Dylan answered yes, but was quick to tell him about the pact he made with his sister.

The next day, Y/N went to surprise Dylan on set, only to find out he was already done for the day. Cody convinced her to stay and hang out with him. By the end of the day, Cody revealed he knew about her pact with Dylan and admitted he had a crush on her. Y/N hesitated for a second when Cody asked her out for a home cooked dinner at his house. She knew she should’ve said no, but her heart was telling her otherwise.

Four months later and she still doesn’t regret saying yes. However, recently she got some life changing news and she didn’t know how Cody would react. She was afraid he would admit he regretted having a secret relationship, especially since the truth would be revealed sooner than expected.

“And cut!” The director yelled. A couple of crewmembers came up to untie Cody, Y/N, and Brandon from the fence and offered them towels.

“That was kind of fun,” Brandon smiled as his wrist became free. “I can’t wait to do our scenes on the police station set.” Y/N and Cody chuckled with Brandon. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Have a great night,” he waved goodbye.

Y/N and Cody said goodbye to Brandon before they turned around to face each other. “Can I walk you to your trailer?” Cody smiled as he tried to dry his wet hair with a towel.

They had just finished filming the scene where Schaefer threw water at them, then electrocuted them to get some answers for Monroe. Y/N was excited to finally guest star on her twin brother’s show. She had a blast every time she visited Dylan on set, as the cast and crew were so nice to her. When MTV and Jeff Davis decided to end the show after its 6th season, Jeff asked Y/N if she’d like to guest star for one of the final ten episodes. It was an offer she simply couldn’t refuse. Plus, it also gave her the chance to work with her secret boyfriend, Cody.

“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled as she wrapped the towel around her wet hair.

They said and waved goodbye to a couple of people as they walked out of set. Once they were outside and no one was around, Cody finally broke the silence. “We should do something tonight.”

Y/N swallowed hard. She had been keeping a secret from Cody for two weeks and she had to tell him. She was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself and that was tonight.

“Umm,” she tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “My parents are out of town and Dyl is supposed to sleepover at Mason’s after Tae’s concert,” she paused for a second. Cody had snuck in and out of the Sprayberry’s residence countless times within the last four months. However, tonight would be different. They wouldn’t have fun or stay up talking all night. Tonight would be the night Y/N would tell Cody what she’s being rehearsing and planning to do for the past two weeks. And she didn’t know how he would take it.

“Do you want to come over?” Y/N asked as she nervously bit her lip. Cody’s eyes grew a shade darker knowing what they were going to do with an empty house. Little did he know, Y/N just wanted to talk. Y/N knew exactly what Cody had in mind, and considering that’s how they got into this situation, having sex with Cody was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

He opened the door to her trailer with a smirk on his face. “Should I stop by around 9?”

“That’s perfect,” she gave him a small smile before she stepped in. “See you tonight,” she said as she closed the door and locked it to change.

Cody blinked several times as he stared at the tape that read “Y/N Sprayberry” taped on the trailer’s door. Something was wrong. Y/N didn’t seem as excited as he was. She didn’t flirt with him or playfully touch his arm. Granted, they kept their relationship a secret, but when they were alone and no one was around, they flirted. Cody knew something was wrong and he made sure to ask her tonight.

Y/N made her way down the stairs as the doorbell rang. She knew it was Cody as he had texted her he was at the gate and driving up the long driveway that lead to the two story house. When she opened the door, Cody stood there with a genuine smile. In his hands he had a bag from In-N-Out with burgers and fries, and two milkshakes.

“What’s this?” She asked surprised, a huge smile forming on her lips.

“Just wanted to surprise my girl,” he leaned in and pecked her lips. Earlier Cody knew something was bothering her and he figured he’d cheer her up with some food and a milkshake.

“You're the best,” she said before kissing him once more. Except this time it wasn’t a simple peck. She kissed him long and passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nearly making Cody drop everything. She was afraid of how things would go tonight and if things went for the worst, she didn’t know if this would be the last time she would kiss him. And if it was, she wanted a kiss she’d remember.

Cody gasped when she pulled back. “What was that for?” He asked as he tried to control his breathing.

“For being an amazing boyfriend,” she smiled as she grabbed the milkshakes from Cody’s hands and led the way to the living room. She placed the drinks on the coffee table before walking over to the DVD player to put in a movie.

“What are we watching tonight?” Cody asked as he placed the bag on the coffee table and sat on the floor.

“Suicide Squad.” Y/N walked back and sat next to Cody, who had already gotten her burger and fries out of the bag.

“I love that you love action movies and not a lot of romantic movies.”

Y/N giggled. “Don’t get me wrong, babe. I love romantic movies, but I know you don’t. So, you should be thankful I actually do like action movies or otherwise we’d be watching The Proposal.”

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind watching that movie.”

“Really?” Y/N asked surprised.

Cody nodded his head as he chewed on a fry. “Betty White is in it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “How could I forget your first celebrity crush?”

“Who doesn’t love her?!” Cody defended himself. “She was a total babe when she was younger, and you have to admit, she’s an amazing actress.”

“I did love Rose,” Y/N smiled before popping a small fry in her mouth as she remembered Cody made her binge watch The Golden Girls just because Betty was in it.

“See,” Cody playfully bumped his shoulder against hers. “Everyone loves her.”

They quiet down once the movie started. When they finished eating, Cody and Y/N sat on the couch. Cody wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she cuddled against his side with an arm draped across his waist. As the movie continued, the more worried Y/N got. She was quiet and she wasn’t paying attention to the movie. Her eyes were just staring at the screen, noticing the color changing with every scene.

About more than halfway through the movie, Cody couldn’t take it anymore. He knew there was something wrong. A couple of times, he brushed his fingers against her arm, a signal of his of wanting to make out. She didn’t even react to his touch at all. It was almost as if she didn’t feel it because she was too distracted by something else, which is exactly what happened.

Cody sighed and reached for the remote on the coffee table. He pressed the pause button and looked back at his confused girlfriend.

“What are you doing? I thought we were watching the movie,” she said.

Cody shook his head. “You haven’t been paying attention and I haven’t either because I’m so distracted wondering where your head is at.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, pretending she wasn’t spacing out during the movie. “What are you talking about?”

“Something is wrong. I can see it. I feel it. I don’t know what’s wrong, but clearly something is bothering you and I’m kind of hurt you won’t tell me. Was it something I did?” He asked worriedly.

She bit her lip nervously before looking down at her fiddling fingers. “I need to tell you something and I don’t know how to.”

Cody sighed as he cupped her cheeks. He looked deep into her worried eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

She crossed her legs and took a deep breath before she leaned in and hugged Cody tight. Cody hugged her back; but the longer she held on, the more worried he became.

“Babe, please talk to me,” he whispered close to her ear. She pulled back and sniffled. He immediately saw how glassy her eyes were and noticed the fallen tears down her cheeks. He cupped her cheeks and brushed the tears away. “Please,” he begged.

She pulled his hands away from her face and held them tight. She studied their hands linked together. She knew she had to tell Cody, but she couldn’t shake the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t ignore the feeling that this might not go so well. She had to accept that could be a possibility.

“Cody...” she lingered before she looked up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

The hair on Cody’s neck immediately stood up. He stared at her blankly, trying to process the words she just said over the sound of his thundering heart echoing in his eardrums.

“Please say something,” she whispered after just staring at each other for a few minutes.

He swallowed hard. “You’re, um, pregnant?” He asked; he was too shocked to believe the news she just dropped.

“Yes.”

“How?” Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach as he pulled his hands away from hers.

“I-um, I don’t know,” she admitted.

“We use condoms all the time,” he stared at the paused TV, trying to figure out how exactly this happened.

“Condoms aren’t always effective.”

“But you’re on birth control...” he trailed, trying to find the missing piece to the puzzle.

“Yes but-“ Y/N stopped as Cody’s head snapped at towards her. He narrowed his eyes at her, waiting for an explanation. She bit her lip once more before continuing. “Okay, two weeks ago I took a test because I was late. When the test came out positive, I went to see a doctor to confirm it because I didn’t understand how it happened either. Turns out, I didn’t read the warning label to the new prescription my dermatologist gave me. Apparently it can have an effect with birth control.”

“You’ve known for two weeks?! How did you not see the label on the bottle?! Geez, Y/N!” He snapped as he stood up from the sofa. “Why didn’t you tell me about this two weeks ago?!”

“How and when, Cody?! We’ve both been extremely busy, especially with Teen Wolf right now and any time we did have a moment alone, I tired. So many times, but I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. I didn’t even know how to tell you either. Cody,” she stood up and grabbed his hands. “I’m so scared. I’m 19 and pregnant. This isn’t exactly how I pictured becoming a mom. My career is just taking off and so is yours. Not to mention, no one knows about us. Do you have any idea how this is going to effect our lives and careers?”

As she spoke, Cody realized she was right, but it was too much. He wasn’t ready to be a father at 21. He had so many plans and goals to reach before he was ready to settle down. Now everything has changed and he wasn’t ready for it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he pulled his hands out of her hold. Her heart dropped to her stomach, knowing what he was about to do next as the gut feeling she had earlier grew more intense. “But, I can’t do this. This is too much. I need to figure out what I want or-“

The front door opening interrupted Cody. The couple turned around to see Dylan walking in with a quizzical look on his face. As he got closer, he noticed his sister had tears down her cheeks. “What’s going on?” He asked.

Cody shook his head. “Nothing. I gotta go,” he said as he walked right past Dylan and without looking back at Y/N.

Dylan watched Cody walk out before he turned back to look Y/N. She had her arms wrapped around her body tight as more tears began to fall down her cheeks. She was absolutely devastated Cody walked away from her and their unborn child. She knew he was a kind, caring, and a loving man, but she never expected this from him. Truthfully, she didn’t want much. She didn’t want to get married or ask for child support. She simply wanted him by her side through it all. Except, he made her worst fear come true: raising a baby on her own.

“What happened?” Dylan immediately rushed to his twin sister and wrapped his hands on her arms, rubbing them up and down to comfort her. “Why was Cody here? What did he do to you?”

“Dylan,” she pushed the tightness back as she swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry.”

Dylan let out a small angry sigh. “You promised! We had a pact! How long have you been seeing him?” Dylan immediately assumed that’s why Y/N was crying and apologizing.

“Four months.”

“Four months?! And now it’s over right? And I lose another great friend. Thanks a lot,” he let out another frustrated sigh. “Gosh, Y/N! I work with him!” He snapped.

“Dylan! Could you stop being an asshole?! I need you now! More than ever before!” She said through small sobs.

Dylan had never seen her like this before. Whatever it was, he knew it was something bigger and worse than just a breakup. “Y/N, what happened?” He repeated, but more calmly this time around as he hugged her tight.

“Cody left me...” she trailed as she hugged him.

“Why?” He asked, slightly rocking her back and forth.

“Because I’m pregnant.” Dylan stopped rocking her as soon as the words reached his ears. Y/N was too scared to look up and see his reaction. She couldn’t see another terrible reaction like Cody’s. Like she said, she needed her brother now more than ever before.

“I’m going to kill him,” Dylan said as he unraveled his arms and attempted to walk towards the door. Y/N grabbed a fist full of his shirt and yanked him back. “Like hell you are! He made his choice. Let him deal with that and the regret he’ll get from walking out on us.”

Dylan’s eyes were hard as he clenched his jaw. “Are you sure? Say the word and I’ll kick his ass.”

Y/N wiped her wet cheeks with a small chuckle before nodding her head. “I’m sure. I just...” she let out a heavy sigh. “I need to figure out what to do next. How do I tell mom and dad?” She asked. “How do I do this without Cody?”

Dylan sighed and wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t worry, sis. We’ll help you out. That’s what family does. This kid is going to be so lucky and loved. I promise.”

Y/N nodded as she finally felt a small sense of relief. Dylan pulled back with a huge smile on his face. “I’m going to be an uncle?” He asked with a small smile.

Y/N chuckled as more tears filled her eyes. “Yeah. Uncle Dyl.”

“It has a nice ring to it,” he chuckled. “Let me get the ice cream and we can talk, okay?”

“Thanks. Hey, Dyl?” She called out before he walked towards the kitchen. Dylan hummed a ‘yeah’. “I’m sorry I broke our pact.”

“It’s okay,” he gave her a small half hearted smile. “I love you, sis.”

“Love you too, bro.” As she watched him walk away, she wished Cody was here instead.

The next day

Y/N sat in her chair as she saw Dylan and Cody perform their scene while waiting to film her scene next. She was worried Dylan would say or do something to Cody, but he hadn’t done anything yet. Before going into work, she mentally told herself she wasn’t going to try and talk to Cody. She didn’t need someone who walked out her, but she couldn’t ignore the pain in her heart. She missed him. She wanted him to hug her and reassure her everything would be okay. As much as she didn’t want to talk to him, she wanted to see how he was doing. A part of her was also hoping he would apologize and try to fix things with her. However, that hope instantly vanished when Cody avoided her any chance they ran into each other. The only time they spoke was during their scenes. It was killing Y/N. She was glad today was her last day of filming and she wouldn’t have to see or deal with Cody after this.

“Nothing we say is going to make them get in their cars and drive away. Those two losers killed hunters,” Cody said to Dylan as Theo.

“Yeah, who killed their pack,” Liam argued back.

“So what? Monroe’s gonna tear through anything standing between her and them. That means you, Lydia, Malia, and Scott. You gonna watch your friends die?”

Y/N watched Dylan, or rather Liam glaring at Theo. However, she knew he wasn’t acting. Dylan was glaring at Cody. She could practically feel how much he hated Cody at the moment.

“You wanna watch hunters murder them?” Liam asked Theo. “They weren’t the only ones that were a part of Satomi’s pack.”

“Yeah, right, the hit and run. Sorry if I’m not losing sleep over some random roadkill.”

“They were murdered!” Liam snapped. “Brett and Lori. They didn’t have anything to do with this!”

“So, what, you think saving those two is gonna make everything feel better?” Liam clenched his jaw before he pulled his arm back and took a swing at Theo.

Except what was supposed to be a fake punch turned out to be a real punch. Dylan’s fist collided with Cody’s nose, making Y/N’s hand fly to her mouth. Dylan punched Cody so hard, they heard a crack coming from his nose. Cody groaned and fell to the floor, his hands covering his nose.

“By the way, I’m still working on my anger,” Liam said as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Good to know,” Theo hissed through the pain.

“Cut!” The director yelled. The director and a crewmember immediately rushed to Cody’s aid, checking on his bleeding nose.

Y/N jumped out of her chair and quickly walked to Dylan. “Bro! What the hell?!” She whispered yelled. “Did you seriously punch Cody?”

“The asshole deserved it,” Dylan said while shaking his hand. Y/N sighed and turned around, looking for a crewmember. When she saw a PA, she asked them to bring a bag of ice for Dylan. Within minutes, the PA returned with an ice pack.

Y/N gently placed the bag on Dylan’s knuckles. “You know you’re going to get into trouble for this, right?”

“It was so worth it.”

The director walked up to the twins, shaking his head. “Dude, what happened?” He asked Dylan as he crossed his arms.

“My arm went further than I expected. I didn’t think I would actually hit him,” Dylan lied.

“His nose is getting purple by the second and it’s swollen and has a dent. I have no doubt it’s broken. This is definitely going to push back production,” The director sighed. “I need to call Jeff and see what we need to do. In the mean time, go see the doctor on set and get your hand checked out. I don’t need another actor with an injury. One is enough,” he said before he walked away.

“Want to go with me?” Dylan asked Y/N.

She looked back at Cody, who had his head rolled back and an ice pack on his nose. “No. You go ahead. I’ll meet you there.” Dylan knew what she wanted to do and he couldn’t stop her. All he could do was sigh and nod before going to see the doctor.

Y/N walked up to Cody. Thankfully she was happy he was looking up at the ceiling because she had no doubt Cody would have bolted in the opposite direction to avoid her.

“You know it’s bad to tilt your head back when you have a bleeding nose.” Cody’s head rolled forward to see Y/N standing in front of him with her arms to herself. When Cody said nothing and looked back up at the ceiling, she continued to explain. “The blood will run down the back of your throat, which you’ll probably end up swallowing. That’ll definitely irritate your stomach and cause you to throw up.”

Cody’s head immediately rolled forward and stared at her. Y/N just shrugged her shoulder, not knowing what to say or do next. She turned on her heel, ready to go see Dylan at the doctor’s office. Cody grabbed her wrist before she could walk away. She looked down at his hand before turning around to face him. She really couldn’t tell what was running through his mind. Cody just stared at his hand wrapped around her wrist. He didn’t want to let go.

“You know he did that on purpose, right?” He finally spoke. Y/N nodded her head, too afraid to speak and he would run away again. “And I deserved it,” he admitted.

“You probably deserved the punch, but not a broken nose. Wouldn’t want to ruin your money maker,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. Cody chuckled before he groaned in pain. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you laugh,” she quickly apologized.

Cody sighed as he stood up. He placed the ice pack on his chair, grabbed both her hands, and looked at her. “I’m sorry. What happened last night,” he swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I just freaked out.”

“I know,” she said softly looking down at the locked hands.

Cody tugged on her hands, signaling her to look up at him. When she did, she saw tears forming in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I love you, Y/N, and I should have never done that. I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me. I know I said some mean things and expressed my concerns about the news you told me-“

“And you don’t think I’ve been feeling the same way? Cody, I’m 19 and you’re 21. Neither of us pictured ourselves as parents right now-“

“I know,” he interrupted and pulled her closer towards him. “I don’t know what will happen, but I want to make this work. I want to be with you and I want us to be a family.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief and wrapped her arms around Cody’s waist. Cody immediately wrapped his arms around her figure and pulled her tight to his chest, pressing his lips on her head. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” she whispered back. She looked up and rested her chin on his chest. “Just promise me you won’t do that again. I don’t think I could handle you walking out on me-” she stopped herself, shaking her head and corrected herself, “on us like that again.”

“I promise you both,” he promised.

“I kind of wanna kiss you right now, but I don’t wanna hurt your nose.”

Cody gave her a small smile. “I’ll settle for a peck.”

Y/N leaned up on her toes and gave him a quick peck. She looked back at him with a huge smile as she remembered a small detail he said during his apology. “You know...” she trailed for a second as she fiddled his jacket. “You said you loved me.” She looked at him and saw the light in his beautiful eyes. “You’ve never said that before.”

Cody smiled back at her. “Does it scare you?”

She shook her head. “Not one bit, because I love you too.” She leaned up and pecked his lips once more.

“Whoa,” Y/N pulled back as she heard a familiar voice. They turned around to see Tyler Posey and Ryan Kelley in front of them. “Are you two together?” Ryan asked.

Cody tightened his arms around Y/N. “Yeah, we are.”

“Damn it!” Posey yelled a little too loudly. He turned around to face Ryan, who had a huge smile on his face. “I owe you 20 bucks.”

“Wait. You bet on us?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah. I knew there was something there between you two, and Posey didn’t believe me,” Ryan explained.

Dylan came up and looked at his twin sister in Cody’s arms. He gave Cody a small glare before looking at Y/N. “You two worked your stuff out?”

“Everything is fine and everything is going to be okay,” Y/N reassured Dylan.

He nodded before looking at Cody. “I’m sorry about your nose.”

“It’s okay. I would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed,” Cody said.

Dylan sighed before looking at Ryan. “I owe you 20 bucks.” He said before the three boys walked away from Y/N and Cody.

Y/N mumbled profanities under her breath and tried to unravel from Cody’s arms to go after Dylan. Except, Cody tightened his hold on her and pulled her back to his chest. He ghosted his lips over her ear. “I want our kid to have an uncle and I can’t have you killing him.”

“I wasn’t going to kill him,” She let out a small groan and turned around to face him. “I just wanted to strangle him a bit.”

Cody chuckled before he kissed her forehead. “You’re going to drive me crazy the next few months and I can’t wait. I love you, the both of you.” Y/N looked up at him with a smile before pecking his lips once more. She wasn’t worried anymore. She knew she’d be okay with Cody by her side.

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[dylanowhy]

Being With You - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Deciding to follow your dream, you try out for a small role in a new upcoming movie. During your audition you end up practicing lines with none other than Dylan O’Brien, thus landing you the lead part. Now you’re getting your big break, while also falling in love with your co-star.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut, finally.

Word Count: 2,666

A/N: This here is my baby. A story that first got me started here on Tumblr. It is a bittersweet moment as I bring it to the end. I hope it’s lived up to all expectations. 

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

You stared into his eyes, your smile brighter than it had even been before. He looked so cute, words couldn’t even describe, you couldn’t even make up a word for how gorgeous he looked. His hair stuck up in various directions, partly because you kept running your fingers through it, so stiff and yet soft to the touch. The simple action started off to fix his hair, but with the soft hum that came from his lips, it soon turned into something that brought you bliss. His eyes were lazy, half open but full of an emotion you didn’t know you could feel until last night. His head nuzzled into the pillows in a way that complimented every feature of his face, not to mention the light shining in from the window that made him glow like the true angel he was. The pad of your thumb made contact with his skin, brushing his cheek lightly as he gave you that lopsided smile, one that made you feel at ease. Like everything that was happening was right, like everything was meant to be.

Flash backs of the night previous filled your mind. You had to close your eyes at the thought, tongue licking dry lips as imagines that were certainly not safe for work danced in your mind. It was like a fairy tale, the way everything went down. It only made you respect the man before you more than before. You never thought you would know what it would feel like to be treated like this, like you matter in a way that a normal admiration just couldn’t bring to the table. He made you feel like the whole world evolved around you, and he would do anything in the world to show you that. Like last night, last night he showed you just how much he cared in the most intimate way possible.

Hands touched soft skin as eyes gazed upon newly exposed flesh, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You had read about how one could be so caught up in a moment it was like time standing still, but you never thought you would experience it for yourself. He had a firm grip on your waist, your shirt somewhere off to the side, but his eyes never wandered below yours, his lips parted slightly as he looked into your soul with so much need, want, and a little something more. It took your breath away.

You couldn’t help but think about all the things that had happened to you within the last few months in this very moment. You took a chance, you put yourself out there and somehow landed a huge role in a movie you didn’t think you had the ability to be in. You met great people, working with some of the best in the business. Now you had people you considered your best friends acting alongside of you and it was a nice feeling to find a place where it seemed like you belonged. 

Then there was the man in front of you. The guy you use to dream about in the most ridiculous ways, an amazing actor who you looked up to. Someone who had become your anchor in the last few months. It was magical how you two grown so close in a short matter of time, amazing how one glance set off a fire inside the both of you that couldn’t be denied. Dylan had becoming your everything, and you hoped he felt the same way for you. 

“—Lucky.” His sentence ended and your eyes glided their way up to his, “What?” Your voice was soft, obviously too lost in your thoughts to have heard him. He chuckled, you liked when he did that. “I asked, how did I get so lucky?” He pulled you closer and your eyes rolled. He could be super cheesy sometimes, but you were somehow okay with that, because it made you smile, it made your day. “I literally ask myself that every day.” A soft smile spread across his face, the hand not resting heavy on your hip coming up to sup the side of your face gently. “You sure about this?” His voice was low, eye searching, and he wasn’t just talking about what was about to happen, he was talking about much more than that. And you understood, nodding in response.  

Perfectly soft lips collided with yours as warm torsos met. His kisses started off sweet and light, as if you were fragile and this was your first time ever kissing a boy. His fingers tangled in your hair as nails scratched against your sensitive skin, it caused a small whimper you leave your mouth which he took as an invitation to slip his tongue inside. Your hands gripped onto muscle and biceps, you felt so light and airy you didn’t feel him move you back like previously, finding the bed a little quicker this time as you fell into the white plush behind you. 

This time he didn’t stay connected with you as your head hit pillows. He hovered above you, eyes no longer peering into yours as the roamed, they left trails, making your body feel hot and weak in all the best possible ways. You bite your lip, hand reaching to pull him down, needing to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his warm skin make more contact than before.  He didn’t complain, only complied as he let out a soft noise as you connect again. Lips were not slow this time, but not completely rushed. Working at a pace that made you question your sanity as he explored every inch of your mouth, not to leave any part of you untouched. 

The idea of what was happening alone caused your body to shiver. You’re not going to lie, you have thought of this countless times, you’ve even dreamed about it, but the real thing was nothing compared to what even your wildest dreams could conjure up. His kisses began to drift and it was amazing how he could take so much time and be so in control. His hands moved your body more comfortably underneath him as hot lips pressed to the warm skin of your neck. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, an approving sigh leaving your mouth as hands slid down to the button of your jeans.

Part of you was nervous, thinking that maybe you wouldn’t live up to his expectations. This wouldn’t be your first time, but it would be your first time with someone who mattered. The first time you actually cared what the outcome would be. You didn’t want this of all things to be the reason why your entire relationship fell apart, the thought of that alone causing a small frown to appear. You weren’t expecting him to notice but to your demise he did, his lips coming to a halt along with his hands. He looked at you, eyes searching as he tried to piece together what was wrong. “Do you want me to stop?’ His voice was raspy and drawn out, filled with a hint of lust and a lot of confusion. “No, no.” You reassured, and it was the truth. You didn’t want him to stop, “I want this. I want you. I just — Promise me it won’t change anything?” He gave you such a puzzled look before his face rested into the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. 

“(Y/N), I would never —” He was gathering his words, eyes boring into yours in a way that set you on fire in the best way possible. “I love you.” Those words hit you like a truck, a wave of happiness washing over you. “I don’t want you to think that all of this has been just to have se—” You cut him off with a kiss, you didn’t need any farther confirmation than that. He loved you. And unlike a dramatic romantic 80s movie, you believed him. How could you ever think different? When someone could be so gentle and sweet? He got the hint, a smile spreading across his face as the kissing continued, keeping things steady before his hands went back to work.

Once your pants were discarded in the floor, you argued how he mad much more clothing on than you, causing Dylan to chuckle against your skin, his lips were now back to your neck and slowly moving down your collar bone. You were still baffled at how slow he could be, how he could pay attention to every detail of your body. He kissed down the valley of your breast, causing your breath to hitch as intimate places were explored. “Lift.” His voice had this soft undertone, and you complied without hesitation, his hands slipping behind you, unhooking your bra to expose you even further. You could have sworn you heard a growl from him as your bra was discarded, causing all the heat in your body to radiate to a part of you that was aching to be touch. 

You started to say his name, but a moan came instead, the feeling of his warm wet tongue wrapping around your nipple. He hummed around you, a whimper leaving your lips as he removed the pleasure just as quick as he delivered it. “Tease.” You whispered, but you knew he heard you, the smirk that was now dancing on his lips confirmed that. He kissed down your stomach to the hem of your underwear, and it took all of you not to guide him to where you needed him the most. He kissed the soft flesh of your thighs, lip trailing, you were breathing heavy now and he was playing at your every move. He knew what you wanted, and he was keen on giving it to you.

When he finally pulled the rest of your clothing off, along with his jeans, it was like a weight have lifted off of you. As if that small piece of clothing was holding you down from what you truly wanted. He didn’t give you much time to process your thought, animalistic instincts rushing over him as place himself between your legs again. He slightest breath against you had your back arching, “Dylan.” There was something in your voice, a tone that was more than needy. Ans with that, his tongue met with you, licking your clit in such a slow lavishing way. The cry that left you was almost silent to your ears.

He continued his slow, devilish ways as your hands found their way to him, your fingers tangling in his hair as a stream of moans and profanities left your mouth. He worked his tongue like magic over you, the heat in your lower body becoming burning hot. You could feel your toes curl; your fingers went from soft touched to slight tugs. You could feel your edge nearing you as his tongue moved down, finding your entrance as your orgasm began to wash over you. You self-consciously wondered if any could hear you two, for the moan you just let out was louder than expected. You had never felt such bliss before in your life, his tongue still moving inside of you, and it was becoming unbearable. You wanted him, needed him inside you. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Need you.” You were wrecked, completely lost and he could tell as he trailed kissed up your body. If your voice didn’t give it away, the slight shaking of your body would. “What was that?” And in that moment, you realized your eyes were closed, opening them to a dark voice and even darker eyes. Something about the way he was looking down at you, it was the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. “I need you.” You repeated, voice more serious, he was just as gone as you were. 

The next few minutes went by quick. Boxers were thrown across the room, as a condom was quickly found. This was it. This was a moment that you’ve kind of been dreaming about for quite some time. And it was now about to happen. Dylan position himself over you, that dark lust still hadn’t left his eyes, but it was accompanied by something else this time. And it was that little glint in his eyes that made you know that everything was going to be alright. That you were his and he was yours, and he would do anything for you. Soft kisses were pressed against your lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist. No words needed to be said, you both knew you wanted this, and you both knew it was right. 

With one swift movement, he was inside of you. Your breath hitched as your head pressed back into the pillows, your nails digging into his biceps as you adjusted to length. And he moaned, possibly the sweetest sound you have ever heard before. “Fuck.” He whispered into your ear, his hip movement slow at first, trying to continue his slow pace that he had arranged for the night. But you could tell that was not going to last long, his hips snapping quicker as time passed. You weren’t complaining, you were in a world of complete ardor. “Faster.” You said breathlessly, and he was quick to comply, that small confirmation being enough for him.

The moans that were echoing through the room were so sinful, lustful, and long awaited. Teeth were digging into skin, as your legs wrapped around Dylan tighter, trying to pull him closer if even possible. Your hips were moving together, both trying to please each other as much as possible as both orgasms were approaching. Your name kept falling from Dylan’s lips as moaning replied to him. His thrusts were getting ragged, off balance and you could tell he was close as so were you. He reached down, fingers finding your clit and he rubbed smooth circle into it. “Want to feel you cum around my cock.” Words you never thought you would hear him say were the same words the push you over the edge, bringing you to an orgasm so strong you could see white. 

And here you two were now, wrapped up in each other like a pretzel. Not planning to move, even if you had to. His voice was still groggy as he began to speak, his hand finding your intertwining your fingers together. “When I first saw you, I couldn’t get you off my mind. You don’t know how lucky I was to have you be a part of this. A part of my life. Being with you, well, it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. And don’t give me that look and tell me you’re the lucky one because really, I’m just this simple guy, but you – you’re this amazing woman with some of the best talent I’ve seen and being able to be a part of your life.” He stopped talking, possibly because of the tears that was silently falling from your eyes. He reached, wiping them away, pulling you closer. 

“I love you, every single part of you. Every little aspect. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Everything that you have ever fear had disappeared. The man in front of you was spilling his heart out to you, the man of your dreams. If he only knew how he made you feel, how happy just lying here with him made you. You could tell him but there wasn’t enough time in the world, wasn’t enough words for you to come up with to explain just how much he meant to you. How do you tell the man of your dreams he was the one thing that worked out right? You decided to do the only thing you knew you could do. You simply replied, “I love you too.” And the smile on his face? Well that smile was infamous.

A/N: Thank you everyone.

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[bhadpodcast]

Best Listener

“Best Listener” is a weird superlative to get when you’re a closeted teenager in high school.  Damon was pleased to get it, happy he’d made some sort of mark on his class body, something more permanent than they’d left on him.  But still, it was a weird thing to actually think about.  Best listener could also mean “Most Quiet” which could be construed to mean “Most Often Unheard” or “Most Misunderstood”.  Either way it was a weird thing to contend with, to be called or thought of.

Perhaps though, since he was such a good listener, it’s the reason why Damon was able to pick out the irony in the honor bestowed to him.   And besides, it wasn’t wrong, he was a good listener and his friends now told him all the time.  And there were times he liked to be listened to, but he has his people for that.  So he doesn’t need to talk so much.  Mostly he listens.

“Twitter is weird, right?”  Dylan is lying on his back and Damon is kneeling on the floor, arms wrapped around the boy’s thighs as he noses at Dylan’s ballsack and kitten licks his taint.  He’d had to wax for a movie role and kept it up long after wrap just in case of reshoots.  He’d be letting it grow back out soon so this was the last hurrah for a while.  The grow back period was always a special form of fun for Damon.  He liked the prickly wiriness and how the body stubble would feel against his chin, like a lover growing in their beard.  

“I mean, like, Colton and I just had this convo about having Adele’s babies, right?”  Dylan said, running his hand over Damon’s head, gasping lightly as he watches Damon taking one ball into his mouth.  Damon knew the conversation.  The show demanded that each of the cast get and maintain a Twitter account.  Something about it being the future of celebrity/fan interaction and it’d be all the rage, Facebook for the common man!  Interconnectivity within 140 characters!  Damon didn’t know too much about it, just that Ashton Kutcher was hot.

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Damon doesn’t reply, his mouth is busy anyway, so he continues suckling and waits for Dylan to continue.

“And so like, I’m literally saying that I -a human male- completely lacking of a cervix would have Adele’s baby.  And the number one anatomy question?  My fucking hips!”  At the word hips, Dylan thrusts his slightly.  He looks down at Damon apologetically who just smiles.  Damon lifts up Dylan’s legs, bending them at the knee and reaches his tongue forward to spelunk in Dylan’s sunken place.

“The fucked up thing is that- shit!”  Dylan cuts off as his head goes back and he sighs.  His back is arched and his nipples are starting to pebble.  There’s a tuft of hair regrowing in the middle of his chest.  Damon sneaks a finger through it while the other joins his tongue.  “Fuck, I love when you do that!  I’m totally going to do that when- shit!”  

Damon smiles smugly at the boy who comes down from his bliss rest stop and flips Damon off, grinning devilishly.  

“I’m still a newbie, but I swear when I become a pro, I’m going to fuck you up.”  Dylan says cheekily as he rubs his nipples and glides his hands up and down his sides.  Damon glances into his sparkling eyes and nods.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Dylan laughs in that silent, open mouth thing he does and lays his head back again.

“So anyhow… wait, what were we talking about?”

“I’m going to go with Nothing for $400, Alex.”

“Don’t be a dick, we were fucking talking about… umm, shit!  Fuck, was it Shakira?  Something about hips? “

“You’re so fucking high.”  Damon laughs.  He should know, he’s fucking high as shit too.  Dylan shakes his head first and then thinks better of it, nodding enthusiastically.

“Okay, so yeah, I’m fucking high, but this isn’t weed’s fault, bro!  This is why it’s impossible to have intelligent conversation with a tongue in your ass!”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I’ve had some really cool conversations with your ass.”  Damon quips with a bite to the inside of Dylan’s cheek.  Dylan laughs brightly.

“Woah, really? What about?” He asks, unbothered.  He’s fisting his cock slowly and holding his balls out of the way as Damon tongues around his rim.

“Mostly about what an asshole you are.”  Damon answers with a smacking kiss directly to the boy’s hole.  He looks up and sees Dylan peering down at him shaking his head.

“Damn, I walked right into that, didn’t I?”  

Dylan’s been more open with him lately, about himself, which Damon appreciates.  

“Nah, I’m just that smooth.”  Damon edges his tongue along Dylan’s ring again, this time punctuating the ministration with a light blow of wind from his mouth.  Dylan giggles.

“Yeah, I guess you are.”

“So you were saying something about having Adele’s babies?”  

Dylan nods as though coming back online and grins, partially at Damon’s superior listening skills and partially at the act of his balls being back in Damon’s mouth.

“Yeah!  I was saying the fucked up thing is that as long as it’s a guy and a girl, I can be as outrageous as possible and no one blinks an eye, right?  But like, if I try to apply the logic that in order to be a pregnant male, Adele would have to have a dick, then it’s gay and everyone gets really weird.”

Damon looks up at the boy.

“Dyl, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Dylan laughs again and shrugs,  “Dude, I don’t fucking know!”  He sits up and scoots back to the end of the bed leaning against the headboard.  He motions for Damon to move closer so he’s not on his knees at the end of the bed, instead laying in between Dylan’s legs.  Thoughtful.

“I tried saying something to Hoech about it.”  Dylan’s been more open about talking.. well not exactly about Hoechlin, there are times few and far between he’ll mention his name like this, but about his place on the sexuality spectrum at all.  He’s working through it, Damon can tell.  Trying to figure out what type he is, what he likes, where he fits, if that’s weird.  “I said something later while he and I were at Colton’s -I think you and Dan were hanging out- and I was like,

‘I feel like if Adele did want me to have her babies, she’d be real gentle about getting them into me.  Like, she’d take real good care of me.’

And I remember watching Colton who laughed like he was nervous, but he has that mask thing going on, you know?  And so he’s doing that, but he’s watching Hoech who’s watching the game and just shrugs and says,

‘There’s artificial insemination, bro.’

In that weird, noncommittal way he has, you know?  And like, you could hear a fucking needle drop and that’s when you called and me and Colty met you later.”  

Damon nods (or rather, bobs), remembering the night.  He and Dan had done some shopping for the show and later met up with Colton and Dylan.  They’d gotten gelato and Dylan paid for it.  Damon wasn’t sure why he remembered that.

“And it made me think -and this is where the me being super high part comes in- but like, how can you be gay and not like dick?”

This makes Damon laugh and choke slightly on the cock in his mouth.  Dylan reaches out and instinctively grabs a water bottle from the side table. ��Damon waves off his concern, but takes a sip before leaning forward and fake strangling Dylan.  The little imp is still laughing.

“Did that even make sense in your head?!”  Damon yells, poking incessantly at the boy.

“I told you I was fucking high!  But hear me out!”  Dylan pleads, both hands up and his bambi eyes in full defense mode.  

“Okay, so like… what?”

“Okay, I know, but like, everything you can do with a guy, you can also do with a girl, except those things that require a dick, right?”  Dylan tries to look matter-of-fact, but even he knows he sounds ridiculous.

“Well there are strap-ons.”

“Well yeah, but I mean, naturally.  So it would reason-”

“Oh, so we’re using reason now?”

“Bro, shut up!  This is so deep, I promise.”

“Whatever.”  Damon lays his head on Dylan’s chest, thumbing the pouty nipple until it blushes and rounds out.

“It would reason, that if you were a dude and wanting to get up on another dude that it’s because you really like dick, right?”

“Well, I don’t know, Dyll, that might be the thing for you, but I guess, like some dudes like really manly, hair lumberjack dudes and some like them twinky, like you.”

“I’m not a twink!”  Dylan insists, but laughs when Damon looks at him incredulously.

“I’m only hairless because of the movie, it’s growing back in!”

“Yeah, sure.”

“But I’m a top!  Can you be a twink top?”

Damon thinks back to his twink days briefly before shrugging.  “I think it’s different for everyone though.  Like, some gay dudes don’t even like ass.”

“You see?  That’s fucking crazy to me!”  Dylan throws his arms up and ogles at Damon in disbelief, “Like, I’m not one to care all that much about labels, but how can you call yourself a gay dude and not like ass?  I love ass!  I love dick!”

“But you’re not gay.”

“I guess, but I’m pretty fucking close, right?”

Damon cocks a brow, “If Selena Gomez grew a dick you’d be all over that.”

Dylan opens his mouth to debate, but his eyes flick upwards, imagining some pop star abomination and he gapes.  “Holy shit, and a beard!?  Wait, I don’t know.. I think I may like girls for one thing and guys for another?  But like, I wouldn’t be against testing that situation.”

“You’re so fucking weird.”  Damon says shaking his head.  He gathers Dylan into his arms and Dylan runs his hands up and down Damon’s body, pausing only to briefly grip Damon’s inner thigh.

“I don’t want you to tell me if you can’t, but like… is Colton gay?  I never really thought about my gaydar, but I feel like, I could be a good friend to him, if I came out to him, you know?”

Colton was gay, but it wasn’t Damon’s story to tell. Colton’s waited his entire life to be gay and as long as he’s in Hollywood, he’ll wait longer.  The day Dylan mentioned earlier he’d actually called Colton to go to an after party of some guy one of the crew of The Vampire Diaries had met at some gay bar in the city.  Colton mentioned Dylan and they decided instead on gelato.  Weird because Damon knew that Dylan would have loved that party.  But these stories weren’t meant to be told yet.  Damon just shrugs and looks at Dylan knowingly.  Dylan nods and leans over, kissing Damon on the cheek.

“I love that I can talk to you.  You’re such a good listener.”  Dylan traces a finger over Damon’s eyebrows, clearly imagining someone else’s.  Damon sighs.  He’s happy Dylan can talk to him.  He talks to Posey about pussy.  Flirts with Hoechlin about sports.  And he talks boys with Damon’s ass.

“You can always talk to me Dylan.  Or not talk.  Or I can try to make you speechless.”

Dylan’s eyes widen, but then narrow mischievously.  He’s learning how to flirt with them.  He’s a quick study.

“Sooo… I… Can I fuck you again?  Doggystyle?”

“Whatever you want.”  Damon replies, kissing him on the nose.  Dylan quiets, gets contemplative in that way that he has.

“And if I say… if I say.. like, is that okay?  I fucking don’t really want to be an asshole, but is it okay with you that I sometimes say his-”

“Whatever you need, Dylan.  This is about you.”

Dylan looks at him as though a bit skeptical.  Which surprises and only endears Damon more to him.  He realizes he’s not lying.  It really is about whatever the young boy wants and needs, about giving that to him.  He kisses him soundly, their tongues mingling, Dylan’s searching for a memory of what he still thinks he can’t have and Damon’s searching for ways to make real a fantasy.  It works, for a few moments Damon thinks it works though he’s never totally sure when Dylan falls quiet.

Dylan rolls them on the bed and kisses Damon again, holding him to the mattress with a firm hand anchored in the middle of Damon’s chest.  He kisses his neck and then sits up, surveying the land laid out before him.  He signals for Damon to turn over, which he does, and pulls up his hips.  Damon rests his head on his forearms as he hears the click of the lube bottle cap and the rip of the condom wrapper.  Dylan preps him in the sloppy, enthusiastic way that could practically be trademarked and finally enters him, bottoming out quickly and breathing hotly into Damon’s ear.  

Damon can feel the tickle of Dylan’s growing in pubes at the back of his ass and apparently so can Dylan as he reaches back to feel where the two are joined.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.  I wonder what it’ll be like with more hair.  You’re less hairy than, fuck, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“Dylan fucking move!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dylan pulls out slightly and snaps his hips in again, moaning obscenely, his head planted in the nape of Damon’s neck.  As Dylan finds a rhythm his fingers graze Damon’s hairline in the back, following the ‘V’ it forms.  The only other person on set who gets the V is-

“Hoech! Oh my fucking... Hoech-”  Dylan sputters as he gets lost in whatever fantasy he’s in.  Damon doesn’t bristle, just takes it, thinks of his own fantasies, maybe tries to ignore how Dylan is starting to make more and more of an appearance in them.

Dylan strips Damon until both are coming hard, their sweaty bodies shuddering with release.  Damon knew well enough to put down a towel so he didn’t ruin his bed, and he’s using it now to quickly wipe down them both down as they position themselves shoulder to shoulder.  

Dylan pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a puff before passing it to Damon.  He gets it back and watches the revolutions of the ceiling fan above them.

“Speaking of beards… they.. they set up another date with that girl I told you about.”

Damon doesn’t say anything.  He doesn’t really have to.  Mostly he listens.

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