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youchangedmedean · 3 years

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Why Dean’s Heaven Outfit is so Cursed

You may have seen my previous post about why Dean’s outfit in heaven is so cursed, but since then I have spotted even more.

According to Jared at the Virtual Con after 15x20 aired when asked ‘Were any lines added or ad libbed by you two [Jared and Jensen]?’ (starts at 29:28 timestamp)

... So, when we’re on that bridge and uh, and Dean says, “Heya Sammy” and then it cuts to Sam, and I’m dressed like, as best I could, like uh like the pilot with Dean, y’know. ...

So from this, we know that Sam on the bridge in 15x20 was supposed to be dressed like the pilot. I infer that Dean was also supposed to be dressed like the pilot but based on the wording it’s possible that’s not what he meant. As soon as we got BTS pics from the last day on set however, we all pointed out that they were dressed like the pilot but there is a difference.

So what did Dean wear in the pilot? He had on 2 different outfits. First a dark jacket and a red shirt.

After Dean gets covered in mud, he changes into a denim shirt and John’s leather jacket.

Another thing to note is that both Sam and Dean wear sneakers in the pilot. No boots for Dean.

So it looks like for Dean in 15x20, the heaven outfit is based on outfit 1 with the dark jacket, plain red shirt and jeans.

Dean consistently has plain red shirts through the seasons and continues to wear the dark jacket until 9x03 so I would bet that the very jacket was sitting in storage until s15.

Something to note is that while Sam is in a virtually identical outfit in 15x20 and the pilot, Dean is not. They must have had to source Sam’s outfit specifically for this. Sam does wear a hoodie and a beige jacket in later seasons so they could have built it out of Sam’s wardrobe but they chose not to. He does not wear these exact clothes at any other point in the series apart from in Heaven. Dean’s Heaven outfit is just made out of his clothing from later in the series. They both wore sneakers in the pilot but in Heaven Dean still has his boots while Sam is wearing sneakers.

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If I was building Dean’s heaven outfit out of later seasons outfits, I would have chosen his plain red shirt (note: this is not the Demon!Dean/MoC!Dean shirt, it is a different one).

By the later seasons, Dean doesn’t actually wear dark dark jackets much. His only black jacket in s15 was this denim one which he has had since 10x04:

But the wardrobe department decided not to go for these and instead decided on cursed items instead.

So what was Dean wearing in Heaven?

The Shirt

Now this shirt is just plain cursed. This is only seen at 2 other points in the whole series, and it was a new one for s15.

We first see it in 15x04 Atomic Monsters for the Chuck AU where Lucifer!Sam kills Dean. Directed by Mr Jensen Ackles himself.

Thanks to him, we also get a good look at the shirt

So this is the first time we ever see this shirt and its for a Chuck AU where Sam kills Dean.

The second time we see it, its in 15x13 and this is another cursed appearance. It is worn by Huntercorp!Dean while pretending to be our Dean in the bunker.

And why was Huntercorp!Dean there at all? Because Chuck was destroying worlds.

When AU!Dean leaves the bunker, there is an exchange that is a bit cursed.

Huntercorp!DEAN: Oh, uh, you think we could keep the flannel shirts?

DEAN: No.

So the shirt actually gets a mention by Huntercorp!Dean.

What we see here is that this shirt is NEVER worn by our Dean. It is worn by a Chuck AU Dean and Huntercorp!Dean fleeing a world Chuck had destroyed while pretending to be our Dean.

We never see our Dean wear this shit until Heaven which seems like an odd choice.

Dean also doesn’t normally wear red and black plaid shirt. In fact, the previous one he had has an interesting history as pointed out by @wigglebox when we were discussing it.

It is first seen in 12x21 and he continues to wear it into 12x23 when Dean has to go into Mary’s mind.

We then see it again and for the last time in 13x16 Scoobynatural.

Both of these episodes are sort of AU episodes where he’s venturing into another character’s mind or heading into Scooby-Doo world.

So both Dean’s black and red plaid shirts have a cursed history relating things not being real and for this specific shirt, AUs. They could have chosen a plain red shirt almost identical to the pilot but they chose not to.

The Jacket

Dean has this jacket for a long time. He has a blue one and a black one. This black jacket has been around since s9 and gets worn a fair bit. On the whole, it doesn’t have a very happy history, its first worn for Kevin’s funeral in 9x10 and is worn after Claire is bitten by a Werewolf in 12x16.

However, the most notable thing about this jacket is what should have been it’s demise.

Dean is wearing it in 13x23 when he fights Lucifer and AU!Michael takes over his body.

At the end of the episode, we see that Michael has changed dean’s clothes and presumably ditched them somewhere.

Dean comes back at the end of 14x02 wearing Michael’s clothes. He arrives back at the bunker in 14x03 and changes into Dean clothes but is missing his watch for the whole episode, presumably because Michael ditched it. The denim shirt Dean wears in 13x23 is never seen again (yes, I have watched s14 and s15 just to check and have spreadsheets for Dean’s outfits!). His boots are back in 14x03 but I suppose you could argue he had multiple pairs.

We are left to assume that the jacket is also gone (and it really should be gone) but it makes a miraculous reappearance in 14x13 Lebanon.

Now this episode is an odd episode. They get their Dad back by messing up time, Cas doesn’t know them until they reset it back again. The shirt in this episode is also notable and I will write a post on it soon. So again, we have part of Dean’s heaven outfit connecting to alternative timelines where it really shouldn’t be at all.

BUT IT GETS WORSE EVERYONE!

This jacket appears at just one other point in s15. Now if you had to pick the most cursed of cursed times to put it where would you put it on Dean?

The Vamp Chuck future in 15x09 where Sam and Dean die as vampires.

So this jacket should have disappeared in 13x23 but reappears for an episode where time is altered in 14x13 and when Chuck is showing Sam the future in 15x09 if they ‘win’ and they die as vampires. Dean is then killed on a vampire hunt in 15x20 and ends up wearing this jacket in Heaven. Cool, cool.

This jacket becomes connected to our Dean but in altered timelines and worlds while the shirt is connected to alternative Deans. Both the shirt and the jacket have direct connections to Chuck.

So we see Dean in Heaven wearing this cursed outfit drinking cursed El Sol beer with the same cursed monkey from 14x13 Lebanon (see above, it was in the roadhouse too).

This is not an outfit that screams happy. This is not an outfit that screams Sam and Dean won. This is an outfit that seems to scream Chuck won.

I guess we’ll just have to wait until Jackles manages to get a continuation...

One final odd thing to note. We all remember Jensen’s video posted before the finale when he was dressing up as Dean for the last time “at least for now”. Well he wasn’t actually wearing the outfit Dean wore in Heaven although all the Heaven scenes were shot on the last day of filming, the 10th of September.

He was wearing the Heaven plaid shirt, but not the Heaven Jacket. It was Dean’s black denim jacket I pointed out earlier. If you look it has seams that the Heaven Jacket doesn’t and the pocket flaps are a different shape.

I have gone through all the Heaven scenes and he is wearing the Heaven jacket in all of them. But I can’t think of a reason why on a hot day in September when Jensen is getting changed into costume he would have a different one of Dean’s jackets on over the shirt he needs to wear for the scenes.

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Company Retreat

Y/N sees a different side to Yoongi on the yearly corporate vacation.

WC:5042

Request: Please no daddy stuff. Same age or slightly older (like 2 years) but not younger, please. Independent, strong reader, but maybe not self-confident?

"Can you come and get me?"

"It's 3am..." "I know..."

“Can you stay with me?”

Office Crush/Fake Boyfriend E2L

Min Yoongi never made much sense to you. He's quiet, antisocial, and honestly a bit of a buzzkill. But everybody loves him. Obsessed would be the word you used. Maybe you're just a little bit biased because you always seem to be working on similar projects, but he always does just a little better. Still, it felt a little excessive that everyone doted on the man.

There's no denying that he is an attractive man. That doesn't warrant the praise that he gets. Just the sight of him sometimes makes your blood boil as he goes about his business ignoring everyone in the room. Some days you sit and watch him work, his headphones on blocking out everything around him. You can't help but notice the girls that squeal when he looks at them and always make sure to check in at his desk with a new cup of coffee every time there's a Starbucks run. No one ever gets you free Starbucks.

You mess with the trinkets on your desk, unwilling to start a new project until the morning meeting at 10:00 AM. It's already 9:55 and there would be no point. But you also refuse to be the first one into the meeting room.

Once five or six of your colleagues have swanned into the room you follow behind, notebook in hand. Everyone knew that this meeting would announce the company trip. Last year was an awful team building experience in the woods. This year you have been praying for something better while making bets on how bad it could be. You had five pounds on it being a freezing lake trip in the middle of January.

The clock struck 10 and the only person not in the room was Min Yoongi. Someone from his giggling girl group left the room briefly to tap him on the shoulder. It looked like he hadn't even noticed that it was time. Once everybody was seated your boss began.

“Now I know everyone is very excited to hear what this year’s free trip is going to be. And I also know last year was a little bit of a disappointment.” There are murmuring groans of agreement throughout the staff. “I am happy to announce this year the CEO has decided to send us to the beach.”

The room was quiet, assuming he had meant a British beach. Somewhere cold and dreary with soggy chips and frozen waves. After taking in your expressions and leaving the information to hang, your boss continued.

“The beach in Tenerife.” Now excited chatter filled the room. People started discussing their wardrobe options, and food and drink they couldn't wait to taste. Your boss stared them down until the discussion stopped. “Of course, this is still a work Trip and I expect you all to be on your best behaviour as you represent our company. There will be multiple meetings during the day that you are required to attend, along with team building activities, and mingles with other departments worldwide. That being said your evenings are yours please feel free to take in the sights and the culture whilst we are there. Details will be sent to your email accounts this afternoon and I look forward to seeing you there, we leave next Friday. You're dismissed.”

The meeting concludes and you can't help but feel a little annoyed at how soon the trip would be. You were working on some stuff that would take you more than a month and having to take time out for this vacation just brought down your timeline. Still, it would be a nice change from the dreary weather you were used to.

Glancing around the room you noticed Yoongi looked almost as annoyed as you did. His gaze meets yours and he rolls his eyes like you're both in on the joke. You shrug back at him and quickly exit the room, eager to work hard in order to keep up with the workload.

The week goes by in a flash. You find yourself at the airport at 6:00 AM with an eye mask, headphones, and a bag of clothes for the week. You stayed up the entire night before but managed to get your work to a point you were happy with and we're more than ready to enjoy the week of limited freedom. HR handed out all of the airline tickets. Somehow out of the 20 people in your office you ended up sitting next to him. Luckily he looked just as prepared as you did to go immediately to sleep once you boarded the plane. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself at the death stares you received from his little fan club.

You sit by yourself as you wait for boarding to be called. It's interesting for to people watch the others. Serena, a usually level-headed woman that takes no shit, it's clearly extremely nervous to fly. Her nails dig into the chair as she glances anxiously at the gates. Matt has been staring at the new intern for 20 minutes on and off. It's clear he is thinking of a way to ask him out and just hasn't figured out the way. The intern, on the other hand, has been taking glances back clearly not opposed to the idea.

And Yoongi… Yoongi is just as difficult to read here as he is in the office. His face lacks emotion, completely serene as music blares through his headphones. He is completely relaxed. Or at least he seems to be. You'd never noticed how delicate his hands were before seeing them layout on his thighs as he tapped along to the beat he was listening to. You're still looking at him when they call your ticket to board.

You stand and head towards the gate but notice Yoongi doesn't move. Of course, he is in his own little world. You roll your eyes and decide to help him out so the plane can leave. You tap his shoulder, and he opens his eyes looking directly up at you. You'd never had the chance to look into his eyes before. Maybe you are starting to see what his little fan club sees. You shake the thought away as quickly as it came. He moves one of his headphones out of the way so he can hear what you have to say.

“We're ready to board” you mumble.

“Oh… great thanks” he gathers his bags and walks with you to the gate. You squish through the aisles onto the plane finding your seats he puts his bag in the overhead locker and then reaches to take yours from your shoulder. You shrug it off and mumble your thanks, taking the seat by the window.

“What if I wanted the window seat?” He asks with a frown. You stammer a little and think about getting up until he laughs. His smile is cute. “don't panic I'm only playing.” This week might kill you. To have to admit that maybe you're wrong about him will kill you.

The flight was easy. As soon as you took off you pulled down your eye mask and the next thing you knew Yoongi was waking you up to disembark. You were picked up by a coach and driven to a luxury villa complex. Each villa housed five people. You were extremely thankful that you managed to get your own bedrooms for this trip. The last time you shared with Serena and she snores…

It doesn't take long to unpack and all of you meet in the main villas living room where your boss is staying for a briefing about the timetable. It's a short conversation where he hands out schedules to each of you. The first thing listed is a team-building exercise an hour from now you were to meet at the games room across the complex. This was to be just your office so there was no need for anything too formal.

Instead of heading back to your room, you decide to explore a little in the time that you have. You walk through the gardens and find the pool. it's a Pretty Little space. a number of local flowers surround 100 or so sunbeds just waiting for you all to have some free time during the day. you drag one to the edge of the pool and sit down removing your shoes and socks to dangle your feet into the cool water. you can't help thinking how nice it would be to be here with somebody you cared about instead of work. but your workaholic tendencies left you with very few dating opportunities.

A few of the others must have decided to explore too. Indistinct chatter grew louder as your colleagues drew closer to you until you could finally understand the conversation.

“This is it, mark my words this is the week I make my move on min Yoongi!” One of them announced.

“Absolutely not, because I'm making my move.” Another countered.

“You’re all delusional if you think you're in with a chance. He smiled at me last week has he smiled at you recently?” A third chimes in. You can't help but shake your head at their childish banter. Surely this wasn't a man worth fighting over.

“Y/N! We didn’t think anyone would be down here…” one of the ladies said as they turned the corner and notice your presence. Each one went a little pink in the cheeks. You are unsurprised to find out it’s the latest highers. Fresh out of college and more interested in flirting with the clients than succeeding in the business. But they are young, they’ll learn.

“Yeah….” You look at them each individually to see if you can make the blush deepen.

“Did you hear… anything?”

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me. I won’t tell him your plans. I don’t talk to him anyway.” They each released a visible tension, swapping to confusion instead…

“Really you don’t? I think you guys would have a lot in common.” They seem to have switched from concern over their crushes to concern that you don’t share their views.

“Have you not seen how talented he is? How could you not want to talk to him for hours?” They pull up another sun lounger next to yours and sit in a row clearly gearing up for a ‘girly chat’. It’s been a while since someone has tried to force you into a conversation that wouldn’t pass the Bechdel test.

“I know he is very talented. I just always have my own work to do, unfortunately, it doesn’t leave a lot of time for the social side of life.” You shrug, trying to seem like you are indifferent to the topic rather than annoyed by his presence (and theirs). You pull your legs back and shake off the excess water, making it clear to the girls you intend to leave.

“At the risk of losing my own shot… I think you should try to spend some time with them.” The apparent ringleader suggests, earning her death glares from her companions.

“I’ll think about it.” You respond, with no actual intention to do any such thing. You make your excuses and decide to find your way to the games room early. Of course, life has a funny way of forcing situations. So naturally, when you walk into the room you find only one other person.

Yoongi is playing a claw machine filled with cute stuffed bears. You take in the rest of the room trying not to announce your presence. There are a few ping pong tables, old arcade games, and a handful of crane machines. The whole building is a little run down and in need of bringing into this decade in terms of décor, but it’s definitely fit for use. It’s most likely that the plan for today is to play table tennis to start things off.

Yoongi brings you out of your musings with a yell of triumph. He releases the bear from its prison behind the plastic flap and turns to face the room. He jumps when he finds you standing next to the door.

“I didn’t realise anyone had come I yet…” he hides the purple bear behind his back. He is cute when he is embarrassed…

“Sorry didn’t want to ruin your concentration.” You say awkwardly, gesturing to the machine. “So what are you gonna name the little guy?” You ask trying to fill the time before everyone else arrives.

“Name him?” He tilts his head in confusion until he catches up “oh the bear? I don’t know, I was only playing to waste time. Never actually planned on winning him.” You take the bear from him and turn it in your hands

“Barbera. It’s a type of grape… you suggest pointing to the grape embellishment before handing it back. “Barb for short.”

“Sounds good to me.” He looks like he is about to say more when the door opens, and others start to file in. The girls from the pool give you a pointed look when they see you standing next to their idol. You take a step away, but quickly find yourself pushed next to him as the room fills up.

Once everyone has arrived your boss announces to the room that everyone needs to find a pair. You scour around looking for Serena, your usual go-to, but just as you are about to walk towards her, Yoongi pulls your wrist.

“Stay with me?” He asks. “i don’t want to get stuck with one of them.” He answers before you can ask why gesturing to his fan club. “They are really nice, but it takes up so much energy.” You don't say anything, but you do stick with him.

“Great, everyone have a partner?” Your boss conducts a quick headcount. Satisfied everyone has a buddy he informs everyone that you are playing ping pong confirming your hunch. The couples are randomly put into force to play a doubles game in a makeshift tournament. A makeshift bracket is drawn upon a whiteboard and the games begin. It's hilarious watching everyone try to play not one person is good.

People lose more balls than they hit the longest rally is 10 long. Somehow you and Yoongi make it to a semi-final. Although it had been very close, with you being one point ahead during your previous match.

You stand in front of Yoongi for the first rally. Serving the ball to your competitors it goes well they miss the ball completely. Then Yoongi steps up to serve instead, and you find yourself getting a little distracted. Has his bum always been that cute and tight? Fully distracted you missed the next shot, earning a faux disappointed glare from your buddy. You grin sheepishly and tried to focus back on the game, but your eyes kept wandering away. you lost quite spectacularly, six points down.

The final came and went, and you were all dismissed. Someone suggested heading down to the beach to find a cocktail bar. And so that's what you all did. It was a short walk to the beach but you weren't sure you'd be able to find your way back later alone. You make a mental note to stay with the group at all times.

The cocktails are bigger than your head. Each one is easily a pitcher worth of alcohol. You only drank one before you went a little lightheaded and decided to stop. That didn't stop your co-workers though. You watched and laughed along as each one maker made a fool of themselves downing shots and having the time of their lives. You danced and played games until you were too desperate for the bathroom to avoid it anymore.

You can't have been more than five minutes but by the time you return, it seems your co-workers had moved to a new bar. Panicked you make a few phone calls, but nobody picks up. The last number you dial is Yoongi’s, praying that he looks at his phone.

“Hello?” A groggy deep voice answers

“Hello…” You say suddenly realise you haven't actually seen him in a while.

“Y/N? it's 3:00 AM…”

“I know, I'm sorry I didn't know you'd already gone back to the villa. sorry go back to sleep.” you are about to hang up the phone when he calls out to you.

“Is everything OK? you sound worried” he asks concerned

“Yeah I lost everyone I thought you might still be with them it's OK I'll find them.”

“Do you need me to come to get you?”

“I don't want to put you out you should go back to sleep it's OK…” you tried to brush him off while swallowing the panic.

“You wouldn't put me out, I don't mind,” he reassures you.

“Okay… can you come and get me?”

“Are you still in the last bar the one with the weird coconut sign?” you glance around to find the sign he's referencing. you see the massive neon pink sign I can't believe you didn't notice it before.

“Yeah, I'm still there.”

“OK, I'll be 20 minutes wait for me.” with that he hangs up the phone. You sit at the bar to wait for him and order a water. Not long after, an older man approaches you. he sits on the stool next to yours and shuffles it a little closer. the bartender eyes up the man but you shake your head, and he carries on.

“All alone tonight dear?” he asks, the smell of whiskey overpowering.

“No I'm just waiting for my friend,” you reply trying not to invite further conversation.

“a pretty thing like you? not waiting for a boyfriend are you?” he leers at you, eyes taking in the entirety of your body. You shudder under his gaze. You are about to respond when an arm snakes around your shoulders.

“Sir I don't think that's any of your business, but yes I am her boyfriend.” you turned to look at your saviour and find Yoongi staring the man down. the older guy holds his hands up in defeat and moves away.

“Having to save me in more ways than one this evening.” you chuckle, although it lacks the mirth of a real laugh. he takes your hand and leads you from the bar. as soon as you're out of sight from the creepy man you expect him to release your hand, but he doesn't.

“Are you okay?” he asks when you are far enough away.

“Yeah, I'm fine he hadn't been there long.”

“Good, I'm glad. I couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to you. Or you know anyone we work with...” He seems to tack the comment on the end as an afterthought, but you don’t question it. The rest of the walk back to the villas is silent, but his hand stays in yours leading you along. You find yourself not wanting him to let go anyway. You're staying in the same house, so you walk all the way back together, he even takes you to your room.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asks

“Not a lot why?”

“Because I’ve wanted to do this for a while, and I don't want to do it while you're drunk…”

“I'm not drunk, barely tipsy anymore.” You assure him. “Do what?” he kisses you instead of answering.

“That” he stands back and waits for your response, but it takes a while for your brain to compute. He finally drops your hand and takes a step back wondering if he’d overstepped. In the meantime, your brain raced through all of the emotions you hadn’t even been aware you had regarding Yoongi.

All this time you’d assumed indifference with a hint of annoyance and professional jealousy. But as you stood there with your lips burning with the ghost of his, it occurs to you that maybe it wasn’t so professional. He starts to walk along the hallway back to his own room, looking only at the floor as he mumbles a goodnight, hoping to escape the awkward silence you’d let hang between you.

He is nearly at his door by the time you remember how your feet work. You rush to close the gap between you before he can shut the door in your face. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to you, you kiss him. Harder than when he kissed you. He shakes his arm free from your grasp so it’s free to wrap around you. He pulls you in tightly, dragging you back into his room.

You stumble forwards, following his lead as he heads towards his bed. He sits, bringing you into his lap, all while kissing you messily trying not to let you go as he manoeuvres you into a new position. You straddle his thighs, grinding down a little to find stability. Is hands roam over your back, blindly searching for the hem of your shirt. His slender fingers trail along the bottom of your spine sending chills to your core. You think back to watching him tap against his thighs in the airport.

The way each delicate digit kept time to the beat he was listening to, moving independent of each other but working perfectly together.

You think of how soft but firm his hand had felt in yours on the walk home.

You think of how they are going to feel across every inch of your skin and all of a sudden everything is moving too slowly for your liking.

You pull away from his lips, taking a moment to admire how puffy and red they’d become. Then you pull your shirt over your head and reach for his. He lifts his arms, so you can easily rid him of the barrier between your skin. While unclasping your bra you take in how much his perfect skin begs to be marked. Clearly, he has the same thought.

You quickly lose balance when he pushes at your hip, tipping you onto the mattress beside him. You shuffle back to stop yourself from sliding off the end of the bed. As soon as you stop wriggling Yoongi swings his leg over to trap you in place beneath him. He lowers his head to your neck and starts to bite, creating a small red mark, blemishing your skin. He sucks and licks at the surrounding area, creating a flower of bruises at the base of your neck. Satisfied he leans back to admire his work and you find yourself suddenly self-conscious with his eyes on you.

Instinctively your arms come in to cover your stomach. A move that earns a groan of displeasure as Yoongi tries to pry them away.

“Don’t hide away from me.” He says gently. Reluctantly you fight the urge to hide and let him remove your arms. He places your hands on either side of your head and interlocks your fingers so you can’t move them back again without his permission. “You never have to hide from me.” He murmurs, eyes lidded as he leans forward to kiss you again.

This kiss is slow as he lowers his body to completely cover yours. His hips roll into yours in time with the kiss. You groan as you feel the size of him against you, pushing back to feel him properly. He chuckles at your eager response. Each grind gets deeper after this, lining himself up better to drag along your clothed slit. The kiss gets hotter, faster as he works you both up.

Eventually, it becomes too much. You push against his hands to get him to pull away.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I am going to explode.” He quickly leans in to bite at your bottom lip and then trails his mouth down your body.

“Can’t have that.” He whispers against your skin. His fingers made quick work of your fly and he dragged your pants to the ground. You kicked them off your feet as he removed his own pants and underwear. His cock bounced against his stomach, and you couldn’t stop your mouth from watering. “Turn over for me.”

You do as you’re told, even a little reluctant to look away. You position yourself on your hands and knees. He grabs the crook between your thigh and stomach and pulls you back to meet him at the edge of the bed. The bed is the perfect height to line you up.

He reaches forward to play with your folds. His cool fingers feel amazing as he rubs gently against you, finding your clit and rolling it carefully. It feels like too much and not enough all at once. His hand recedes ghosting over your pussy. You clench as a finger barely dips inside.

“Do you want me to warm you up? Or do you think you’re ready for me?” He asks, digit circling, but never giving you what you want.

“I’m ready, I like the burn.” You admit putting your head to the mattress so he can’t see the blush rushing to your face. He reaches with his free hand to gently tug your hair, forcing your head to the side.

“What did I say about hiding from me?” You whine as the hand in your hair releases as he pushes two fingers inside of you without warning.

“Don’t.”

“Good girl.” He practically purrs. He removes his hand from your pussy lining up his cock instead. One hand steadies him on your hip, as the other guides him slowly. The stretch hurts so good. You feel every inch of him as he enters.

When he is as deep as he can get, he leans forward and peppers kisses along your shoulder blades. His hips sway slightly making sure you don’t quite get used to the feeling of him inside of you.

He presses one last kiss to the top of your spine and starts to pull back out. He speeds up with each thrust until it feels like he is trying to break through to your stomach. You whine in time to his skin slapping against yours.

“Sound so pretty Y/N.” Yoongi pants. He leans forward slowing his hips in favour of reaching underneath you. His fingers play with your clit as he finds his new rhythm, keeping perfect time between his touch and his thrusts. It takes you barely anytime to cum, dripping around his cock.

He groans as you clench tightly around him, stopping him in his tracks. Instead of trying to pull back out, he pushes in as far as he can and lets himself go. You relax around him as his dick softens and he pulls free. Both of you flop onto the bed spent. Without really thinking about it you seek him out for warmth, cuddling into his arms. He kisses your forehead and then stares up at the ceiling waiting to catch his breath.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” He says when his breathing finally returns to normal. You panic a little then… Was it a mistake… Is he drunker than you thought he was? You never thought to ask. As if sensing your fear he continues “I mean, I always meant to ask you out first. I’ve been trying for years but the words never came. I always struggled with words around you.”

It's a sweet admission. One you really hadn’t been expecting. It does, however, explain why you never understood why others had always said he was great to talk to when you only ever got curt nods and mumbled answers.

“Would it be weird if I asked you out now?” He shifts to look at you better and then seems to come to the realisation that you are both still naked, you dripping his cum everywhere. “Actually forget I asked that… let's get a shower and I’ll try again.” He unravels himself from your arms as you groan, not ready to lose the contact just yet. He stands and grabs your hands pulling you into his arms and towards the bathroom.

Each room in the villa luckily had an ensuite wet room with a rain shower so you didn’t have to worry about your colleagues returning from whichever bar they had made their way to. Yoongi’s hand never left the small of your back as he switched on the shower. He holds you close, your back to his chest. One hand rooms your body, ridding you of the sweat. You gasp as his fingers dip between your legs. He curls two digits inside of you to clean out his cum while his thumb absentmindedly plays with your clit.

He sucks at your shoulder as he listens to your little moans, it’s not long before you can feel his hard cock poking against you again. You grind back against him in time to the circles he draws into your nerves. Eventually, you can’t take the slow stimulation anymore.

Dropping to your knees, you surprise him into letting go. He doesn’t seem to have work out your plan before your lips are around his tip. His toes curl as you lick his slit. You dig your nails into his thigh as your other hand pumps the bottom of his length. His hands find purchase in your hair as you begin to take him down your throat.

His hands tighten as you swallow around his length squeezing down with your hand. Curses tumble from his lips as you speed up. The hands in your hair tug a little to influence your movements, you are all too happy to oblige.

You push down as far as your jaw will let you, right until it starts to ache. You glance up at him. water dripping from your lashes as you try to maintain eye contact. That’s what has him come undone; you pull back so some of his cum dribbles from your lips instead of choking it all down. You wait until his fingers start to smooth your hair down to pull away.

“About that date… What did you have in mind?” You ask wiping the sides of your lips with your thumb and forefinger as you stand back up.

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Francis watch TharnType 2 (Day 3... I think)

First thought: I wanna finish this this week because otherwise I don't think I ever will.

Second thought: ... chocolate is good.

Third thought: CUT!

Episode 6

I don't actually care about Tharn's job at all. Or Tharn. In general. Or at all. In the slightest.

"Is it wrong to want to possess someone so thoroughly that I ignore their wishes entirely, refuse to listen to their side or discuss the issue with them and to be upset that they won't just do what I want in our supposedly equal romantic relationship?"

Everything Type and Tharn say is at odds. Type trying to look out for Tharn and Tharn trying to take care of him and neither one really listening to the other at all. It's annoying. How the hell have they supposedly stayed together for seven years again?

Awwww, Doc! Also, he looks good in red. Nice color choice, wardrobe department. Big fan.

I get that Type is trying to proof something but why not, like, accept the help of all the friends that keep trying to help him? Oh, right, because he hasn't matured at all since freshman year.

Hey, Type, maybe worry less about their loves lives and consider thinking about your own for, like, half a second.

Awww, Doc is all worried. He's such a good guy in the most legit way.

And Champ is also darling. @absolutebl I would 100% watch an entire series of these two just being oblivious and darling over food at each other for twelve episodes. And even with MAME writing I think it'd be better than Bite Me.

Champ is so darling and oblivious but also someone caught in Doc's adorableness. He's so demi. Like, MAME does a great job unintentionally writing demi characters. She's fantastic at it, honestly, it's just entirely accidental at all times.

If Champ calls Doc cute again, I might just die. DAMN them for being so darling.

Seriously, these two have the worst romance ever. They're just so completely incapable of communication. UTTERLY INCAPABLE. How am I supposed to believe they have a loving relationship?

I am barely watching this. I just don't care about Type and his job related woes that only make sense because his boss is a one-dimensional villain with no redeeming qualities.

"Ah, yes, let me abuse my authority for no reason whatsoever to make you work absurd hours and do absurd tasks because otherwise this show wouldn't have enough drama, apparently."

Fiat! My whiny baby! ILU.

lol I love Fiat as the tiny stalker. He's such a brat and a little stinker and an absolute whiner. Without Leo to really hold him down (ehehehhe) the way he wants him to, he's such a loose cannon.

I have to admit, the idea that Type would confide in a total stranger over any of his friends or his longterm boyfriend is just... stupid. It's so stupid.

But also, seriously, Type absolutely went into the wrong field for someone who hates working with people in general.

Great, an apology. Now could you TALK ABOUT IT PLEASE?!?!

Ah, yes, Leo and his possessiveness. We do love him so. And the fact that Fiat listens so automatically despite whining and pouting about it over the phone? My boooys.

Yeah, I do like that you can see how controlled Leo is in everything he does. He's got a temper and he knows how bad it is but he never wants to take it out on Fiat. He never wants to hurt him. And when he does, he ends up feeling awful.

Fiat rolling his eyes at Leo talking about Type having someone else is... yeah, this was definitely retconned a LOT in DSN. I mean, we literally see Fiat taking other people's relationships SUPER seriously in that show unlike here. It's an interesting change and, I mean, a good one.

And Leo striking for the center of him! I love them. Ugh, I remember every single one of these scenes so, so well. These boys. So fucked up but I love them.

This is about when I fully fell in love with them originally and when I got invested in watching their sections of every episode.

Watching Leo instantly regret his words is what made him one of my favorite characters. And Fiat running down the stairs and having his little breakdown? Aww, my tiny brat.

Fiat, baby, he chased you away because you said you didn't care if you broke up another person's relationship deliberately. Like... boo, I get you and your abandonment issues but seriously. Dude.

Leo running out and then just scooping him up inspired my first fanfic for this show and one I'm still proud of. I love them so much, okay? SO MUCH. I'm so glad they go their own show.

The hand that slips down and then grips the shirt is still SO good. And Leo apologizing and feeling so guilty and instantly just slipping into his need to take care of Fiat... this is why I say one of his love languages is definitely acts of service. Acts of service and physical touch. But Fiat needs words and Leo struggles with those.

I get it, they have good physical chemistry. That does not a relationship make! When Leo and Fiat have better communication and apology skills than you... you're in trouble.

I can't imagine sleeping with someone next to me in bed, working hard on their computer. That doesn't seem like a good way to rest. But whatever works, I guess?

Awww, Leo and Fiat have a little heart to heart about Leo kicking him out. It's so cute and darling and so deeply related to such deep trauma that it hurts in the future tense. Fiat really is just a bundle of trauma held together by his love from Leo and Leo's love for him.

Also, like, seriously, boys. The idea that these two thought they were in any way platonic is still laughable to me. Like, boys? Seriously? Fiat literally just said that anyone can chase him away except Leo because he won't care if the whole world hates him as long as Leo still cares. Like... really?

Ah, yes, the easily accessible rooftops of Thailand.

Episode 7

I am determined to finish this show before I go to sci-fi con this weekend.

These two are seriously the worst communicators ever and I don't get how it's like... cute? Or whatever? But also, yeah, why buy a new table just for the roof for one dinner? Y'all have plenty of tables and chairs.

I mean, the tent and everything on the roof is very nice and the sweet talk is cute but it needs to also come with REAL talk if you want to have an actual adult relationship together. But, yes, this scene is sweet and cute. Hey, I can't deny the occasional cute thing.

But FAR CUTER is Fiat all snuggled on Leo's chest and fast asleep there.

OH, hey, this is the scene where the microphone falls off First and he has to grab it while he tries to roll out of bed. I love that.

And pointless jealousy about something Fiat already knew about is a go!

This is why you mute your phone, friends! I mean, it'd make sense and I have no experience in this arena so... seriously.

I mean, Type does have friends that are like him. Though Champ has the right idea. Stop listening to Techno and just go. Leave Type alone to his day off!

Yay Cir and Phugun! I like them. Even in the tiny doses we get. I love them.

Poor Type is about to be harassed.

Seriously, Cir should be giving Leo lessons on how to be possessive. Or least having extensive discussions about it.

Their tiny friendship dynamics are so much better than their romantic ones.

/eyeroll/ Tharn and Type are so bad at communication that their friends all looking up to their relationship is just scary. But also, seriously, the idea that they can both be like 'we are absolutely loyal and in love' but also somehow still have a 'think you're cheating plot' later on is so stupid.

Cir, you have a much better relationship with Phugun than Tharn has with Type. Don't ask him for advice, seriously. You two might be the healthiest relationship in this entire show. You should be giving advice, not the other way around.

Uh, yes, you need to leave when the people who's home it is leave as well. Like, seriously. Get ouuut.

lol one-dimensional villains are boring. Why am I supposed to care? This is so pointless and just... seriously? It makes no sense at all. Why bother with this? He's not even a character, just a caricature.

Working in an abusive environment is not worth it, kids. Don't be like Type.

Doc is co cute, damnit. He's so tiny and sweet and smiley and darling. I love him far, far too much. They should absolutely get their own entire show.

Oh, so now the office is just... making stuff up? Why? Why even bother with this? This is stupid drama for drama's sake and nothing else and it's not even interesting.

Also, why do you have instagram notifications turned on? That's so pointless.

Seriously, this argument is one of the dumbest in the show yet. This is what happens when you don't talk to the people in your life about anything. Bad things. Stupid things. Absolutely pointless things that make no sense in the concept of a long term relationship.

I do love Cir and his indulgence of Phugun despite not wanting to do so.

And Klui appears to help! Well, try to help. OH WAIT SEO. Bahahaahahaha. WTF IS THAT SHIRT? I'd cry if I had to wear that shirt as well.

Ugh, they made Seo obnoxious and unlikable. Why? I miss his character in the original show.

Yeah, I'd run back into the literal mouth of a crocodile to get away from that.

... dude, Type explodes CONSTANTLY. That's like half his fucking personality and has been since day one.

Awww, Champ and Doc are always together. They're so cute. Absolute babies.

Ah, yes, third party communication. The best way to do it, obviously. And very sustainable in a longterm relationship.

Child, you are sitting on your bed crying because you couldn't bring yourself to talk about your day until forced to and you're like 'I can still do this' and maybe you should rethink your own limits?

Oh, look, communication actually works. What a radical goddamn idea. /eyeroll/

Goddamn, they're actually talking to each other. What kind of trickery is this? It won't last, I'm sure.

But also, this is the dumbest thing to take a stance on. Staying a year at a place that treats you like shit is not the stance you want to take, folks. You can take better stances than that!

Oh, right, the pointless 'working out of town' plot to separate them for no reason and having Tharn do it with no warning is an absolute bastard move on his part. Seriously.

But also this is so absolutely pointless. Like, seriously. You have to go 'study regional music' for two weeks... literally only because you need the plot of Type missing Tharn to add to the drama of the show.

lol it's like fucking Mean Girls with the two boys behind the boss with their arms crossed and those little smirks and both being obviously played as stereotypical 'gay' but still holding Type kissing Tharn against him?

Well... I mean, he is nothing but a one-dimensional villain so this isn't surprising. But it's so STUPID. SO STUPID.

/cackles

Yeah, that's it for today.

5 more episodes to go before Friday.

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 14

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Word Count: 1,600ish

Summary: The Princess begins her travels to the different kingdoms. Starting with Asgard.

The next two days were all a whirlwind of activity. Upon hearing that King Steven had left to go prepare Brooklyn for the Princess’ arrival, the rest of the royals decided that’s what they were going to do as well. Much of her new wardrobe that the King had made was packed up for the unforeseeable weeks ahead. King Anthony was surprised to hear that his daughter had thought about which kingdoms she wanted to visit first. And gladly agreed to her request.

It was early in the morning, when the carriages were ready to depart. Wanda was the only one of her servants allowed to come along. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, was to be her head guard and brought five of who he believed to be some of the greatest soldiers in the kingdom. Just in case. To see them off, the King, Queen, and Prince had also risen early.

“Be respectful,” her mother told her as she guided the Princess to the carriage. “Try the food, even if you know you won’t like it. Spend time getting to know the people in each kingdom. One day, soon, some of them will be your people. And try your hardest to get to know each one of them. See beyond the crown.”

“I understand, Mother,” Y/N smiled.

The Queen stopped them and held her daughter close to her. “I’m so proud of you. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Peter grabbed her next. “Don’t let any of them try anything, Y/N/N. You got it?”

“I got it.”

He leaned close to her ear. “I’ve seen the bruise on your wrist. Please be careful, sister.”

“Always am.” She kissed his cheek before moving to the King. The King looked scared. “Afraid, Father?”

“Honestly, a little.” He looped his arm through hers, guiding her away from everyone else. “I’m scared that you’ll come back hating me more. Or that you’ll come back ready to leave me.”

“I don’t hate you, Father. I never could really hate you. You’ve done so much for me.”

Anthony moved a hand up to her cheek, rubbing his thumb across it lovingly. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve handled this so well.” He pulled his daughter into a hug. “If anything happens that I would not approve up, you come home right away. Having you do this, is not worth you getting hurt. I love you, my Princess.”

“I love you too, Father.”

The King held a kiss to her cheek before guiding her back to the carriage and helping her in. He shut the door, studying her. No matter what needed to happen, he would always think of her has his little princess. He gave the carriage a few hits before stepping away and blowing a kiss as the carriage began its journey. Y/N watched out the window until her family, and her kingdom were out of sight. Wanda and her chatted, lightly, the whole way to Asgard. Wanda could tell that the Princess was getting more nervous the further away from Alexandria they got, but she didn’t push her.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, when she noticed Asgard on the horizon. It was shining, glimmering in the light of the sun set. The Princess sat there, wide eyed, as they rode up to the kingdom. The people lined the streets. Banners and streamers decorated the buildings. Y/N waved to the people as the carriage continued towards the palace. As the carriage pulled up, the royal family and the royal guard were standing outside the palace to greet her. Loki was quick to be the first to the carriage, opening the door and holding out a hand.

“Your Highness,” Loki smiled up at her.

Y/N smiled back, setting her hand in his, allowing him to help her out of the carriage. “Prince Loki. It’s good to see you again.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Loki kissed her hand before leading her to the others.

“Princess!” Thor greeted, happily. “It’s so good to see you again.” He grabbed her hand, also pressing a kiss to it.

“It’s good to see you too, Prince Thor,” she giggled.

“May I introduce you to our parents,” Loki took over, guided her towards a beautiful woman and a man who’s beard and hair were perfectly white. She also immediately noticed the eye patch adorning his right eye. “This is Queen Frigga and King Odin.”

“I’m so glad to finally meet you both, Your Majesties,” the Princess bowed.

“We’ve heard so much about you,” Queen Frigga said. “From our sons and your Father. We’re excited to get to know you ourselves.”

“Same here.”

“I don’t think we should hold the Princess up any longer,” Odin spoke up. “She’s had a long journey and is probably tired. Thor, Loki, why don’t you both show her to her room.”

The Princes nodded, both taking a side of the Princess and each taking her arm. They guided her away, pointing out things about the palace as they went. She couldn’t stop being in awe at how magnificent Asgard was. Y/N also couldn’t help smiling, with Thor making her laugh and Loki close by on her other arm. She could imagine every day being like this. If she were to choose one of them. If the choice actually ends up being hers. They came to a halt in front of two large doors.

“This is where you will be for your stay here in Asgard with us,” Loki stated.

“Thank you both for guiding me,” she grinned. “I probably would have gotten lost with out you both.”

Thor threw back his head and laughed. “We wouldn’t let that happen, Princess.”

“We would never let you get lost,” Loki said, causing her to look at him.

“Well, I really am tired. I had a long day. But, really, thanks. I’m excited to spend my time here.”

“Of course, Princess. We’ll have your dinner sent to your room so you can rest.”

“You will need the rest, Your Highness. The whole kingdom is gathering to celebrate in your honor tomorrow!” Thor announced.

“Oh,” Y/N said, “I will really need my rest then. Thank you both again. Good night.”

“Good night,” they both said as she slipped into her room.

Wanda was already in there, with all her things put away. Giving Y/N a little time to explore the room between bathing and dinner arriving. She was eating out on the balcony when she noticed a paper, folded, barely tucked under her plate. She unfolded it to read:

I’ll come visit you in an hour. Make sure you’re alone. - L

Y/N couldn’t hide the smile that grew on her face. It wasn’t that hard for Y/N to convince Wanda to go spend some time with her brother for a little bit. She was pacing back and forth too excited for Loki to visit, when there were knocks on her door. The Princess did her best to compose herself before answering the door. The door was barely open before Loki slipped in and shut it behind him.

“Afraid someone might see you sneaking into my chambers?” Y/N giggled.

“A little,” Loki smiled. He pulled her into him and kissed her softly. “I’ve been wanting to do that since that night in the garden,” Loki whispered upon pulling away.

“Me too.”

Y/N pressed her lips to him, this time with a little more force. Loki moved them away from the door, scared someone might hear them, but still keeping their lips together. As he gently grasped her wrist, Y/N whimpered in pain. Loki quickly pulled away and Y/N turned around, holding her arm to her chest.

“What was that?” Loki questioned. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N responded. “I’m just clumsy.”

“I don’t believe you.” He marched over to stand in front of her. She refused to look at him. “What happened?” He carefully brushed some hair behind her ear. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Just let it go,” Y/N said. “Please.”

“No. If someone hurt you, I want to know who and why.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Y/N shook her head. “It was a few days ago and they’re working on their apology.”

“It was King Steven, wasn’t it?” The way Y/N close her eyes and took in a sharp breath, he knew he was right. “He did this to you.”

Y/N looked up at Loki. “Yes. But please don’t tell everyone, or going fighting him. He’s trying to make it up to me. He was just trying to get me to listen.”

“No, he needs to be put in his place. I can’t believe he—“

“Let me deal with it, Loki. After my time in Brooklyn, if he does anything else or I don’t feel like his apology is enough, then I will let you have at him. But, please, I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“But you got hurt. First by words and now by his hand.”

She set a hand on his face, getting him to really look at her. “Promise me, Loki. Promise me that you won’t do anything until I say.” She moved her hand so that it was behind his head more and carefully pulled it down so that their foreheads were touching. “Promise me,” she pleaded quietly.

“I promise.”

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 17X7

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

They did it! I can’t believe it! They actually killed DeLuca off! I’m so happy right now! As long time readers will know I have never been a Andrew DeLuca fan and I speculated back in the summer that they might be planning to write his character off after it was revealed that the planned finale for Season 16 included an explosion that was supposed to claim the life of one of the characters. I speculated that DeLuca was the most likely candidate with Tom and Jackson being the most likely runners up because I felt that they had gone as far as they could with DeLuca’s character and there wasn’t much left for him to do on the show.

Add that to the fact that the actor who plays DeLuca said a bunch of stuff to the press last year where he spoiled some pretty major plot points and stated that he knew things about where the show was going when he hadn’t even read a single script for the season yet and I was pretty sure his days were numbered. That being said, the show had teased us a bunch of times about firing, killing, or writing off the character during seasons 15 and 16 and they never went through with it so a big part of me was skeptical that they ever would.

But it turns out I was right! His days were numbered and they wound up killing him off in the Mid-Season Premiere! I’m still in shock. It hasn’t really sunk in yet to be honest. This episode honestly made me wish we’d gotten to see the remaining episodes and finale of Season 16 as planned. Based on what we know it looks like the plan was for Richard, Bailey, Meredith, and Carina to stage an intervention, DeLuca was to go away and get treatment and return to the hospital only to die tragically in an explosion.

Season 17 would have opened with the characters finding out about that and mourning his death and I think it would have been interesting to see Meredith navigate that as in the Finale Hayes asked her out and she said yes. It seems likely that if the COVID-19 Pandemic had not hit when it did and shut down production and altered filming for this season we would have seen Meredith and Hayes go out for a drink and start dating.

Seeing Meredith navigate the loss of her ex-boyfriend who she was no longer close to while in the beginning stages of her relationship with Hayes would have been very interesting and I’m sorry we didn’t get to see that. I’m also sorry that due to safety restrictions Meredith and Hayes haven’t had much screen time this season, but it looks like that’s about to change as I’ll get into a bit later.

Back to the episode at hand. I never liked DeLuca as a character and I hated him with Meredith so I’m glad that they killed him off and that we never have to deal with that nonsense again. I’m glad that they caught the human trafficker Opal and took those people down. I was never super invested in that storyline so I’m glad they wrapped that up. I feel so bad for Carina though. She’s a great character and is wonderfully acted by Stefania Spampinato.

My heart broke for her in this episode because while I won’t miss her brother I know that she will and will be absolutely gutted when she finds out that he’s died especially after she worked so hard to get him help and treatment for his Bipolar Disorder. I’m glad she has Maya there to support her.

LOL at Bailey sleeping through the whole damn episode! What did I miss indeed! That poor woman slept through DeLuca getting stabbed, almost dying, not dying, having surgery twice, and then actually dying as well as the other shenanigans going on at the hospital. I loved that she was asleep at Meredith’s bedside especially after they spent a good chunk of Season 16 fighting.

I also feel really bad for Richard in that he’s obviously grateful that DeLuca helped save his life and wanted to help and when Owen turned him down because it wasn’t a good idea for him to scrub in Richard lurked in the background in the OR gallery the whole time to make sure that everything was okay. Plus he can’t talk to Meredith about it right now because she’s in a coma which must be so difficult for him. The extra stress also puts his sobriety at risk and that worries me.

I got to be honest I am struggling to understand Teddy’s point of view this season. She’s being really awful! She’s being cruel to Tom. She was cruel to Owen. I don't know what Teddy expected to have happen. Both Cristina and Amelia walked away from their marriages to Owen and moved on with their lives in large part because they realized Owen was in love with Teddy and always would be.

And then she finally gets what she’s wanted all these years and the minute she realizes Amelia’s baby might be Owen’s and not Link’s she runs back to Tom and has a several months long affair with him and then drops him like a hot potato as soon as she realizes that the baby is Link’s and after Owen finds out about the affair she refuses to talk to Tom for months and then comes crawling back to him and wants to be his friend after Owen makes it clear he wants nothing to do with her. WTF?

I feel bad for Tom. I really like his character. He’s super interesting and complex and he deserves better than someone who treats him like that. Tom is a good man at heart and he treated Teddy like gold and in return she’s done nothing but break his heart and stomp all over him when he’s already down. He deserves someone better. I’ve never been an Owen fan, but honestly Teddy is behaving so horribly I’m on his side on this one.

They had some great scenes in the OR together, but Teddy clearly read too much into it. Every time he gives her a crumb she’s convinced he’s forgiven her and wants to give her a second chance and that’s not it at all. Owen has been clear. He doesn’t forgive her and he doesn’t want to get back together with her. All he wants is to co-parent peacefully and work together as colleagues because he values her skills as a surgeon. That’s it.

It was cute to see Teddy Face Timing with Leo. I’m glad they are finding safe ways to incorporate the kids into the story. Speaking of which, the scene where Amelia and Maggie tell Zola that her Mom has been placed on a vent and she might not come off it was heartbreaking. That kid has grown into her own as an actress and really holds her own in that scene.

Her line about how she didn’t want them to tell Bailey or Ellis yet because they’re too young to understand broke me heart. Zola’s only a few years older than them but she’s old enough to understand the impact of what’s happening in a way that they can’t. And she remembers how hard it was when Derek died. When Cristina left. When Alex left. She doesn’t want to put her siblings though the same thing especially when Alex’s departure is still so fresh for them and they never got a chance to really know their Dad. The fact that Zola can recognize that at such a young age is raw and heart breaking.

We saw Winston and Maggie reconnect this episode which would have been super hot and enjoyable if Meredith hadn’t just been put on a ventilator! The scene where Jackson showed up looking for Maggie was too funny! I loved the scenes with Jackson, Link, and Winston in the backyard having beers! Winston has a great sense of humour and seems to be a calming presence. I like the idea of those three being friends.

Link’s face when he realized that Winston doesn’t know that Maggie and Jackson used to date and are also step-siblings. I’ll be interested to see Winston’s reaction when that comes out. I loved Link’s rant about how worried he was about Meredith and what her declining health and potential death was doing and would do to Amelia. Did anyone else catch that he called Amelia his wife? I’m calling it. They’re foreshadowing an Amelink wedding!

I liked hearing Jackson talk about how Meredith is family and they’re all worried and Winston’s comments about how all they can do is just keeping moving physically and metaphorically. I’m also loving Amelia and Maggie’s wardrobes this season. Their sweaters in this episode were gorgeous! Hats off to the wardrobe department! They’re looking good!

I loved seeing Jo and Hayes work together again because I love their friendship, but to be honest I was expecting more of the friendly teasing and banter of last season where she egged him on about Meredith and they traded barbs. Their scenes in this episode were a lot more intense and agitated. She totally played him with that line about Meredith.

He kept saying no to taking Luna to see her Mom and so Jo made it personal for him. If Meredith asked to see her kids Hayes would never say no and he would move heaven and earth for her. By making that connection Jo got him to agree to her plan. I also love that the reason he kept saying no in the beginning was because of what happened to Meredith.

She went from laughing and joking to being put on a vent and he doesn’t want to run the risk with any other patient and it’s obviously eating him up inside. He misses her. He cares about her and he’s clearly terrified about the possibility of her not waking up. That being said, Jo’s line where she compared Alex leaving her for Izzie because he found out he had kids he didn’t know he had and sending her a heartfelt letter to Hayes spending years watching his wife and the mother of his two boys die of cancer was way out of line. Super not okay. I really think that Jo is going to adopt that baby. I think that’s why they are setting up her interest in OBGYN.

In other news, Nico is still a terrible boyfriend to Levi. I honestly don’t know why Levi puts up with him. Levi really shone in this episode I think. He felt responsible for what happened, but instead of bungling things and making things worse like he might have done in the past he got out of his own way and asked Dr. Khan who was a vascular surgeon in Pakistan prior to immigrating to the U.S. to take his place.

I feel like this episode implies that the Beach is limbo now as I don’t know how else DeLuca could have ended up there as he wasn’t someone who was close to Meredith the way that Derek, George, Richard, and Bailey are. Not sure how I feel about that as I was kind of liking the is it a COVID dream is it the afterlife ambiguity.

Onto next week’s promo! I’m not excited that they appear to be setting up an episode in which the other characters mourn DeLuca’s passing as none of the other characters apart from Carina were really that close to him. They spent the last two seasons establishing that everyone hated his guts, considered him a nuisance, and only put up with him because they had to. So to me the other characters mourning him doesn’t feel authentic or real. It just feels forced.

There are several things I am excited about though. Seeing Maggie’s reaction to his death I think will be interesting. She was visibly upset and ran to his side when Alex beat him up in Season 13 and mourning the loss of your ex-boyfriend who you were no longer close to while being in a committed relationship with someone new I think is an interesting dynamic. She’s kinda standing in for Meredith here because she’s on a vent.

I’d like to see Catherine support Richard and make up for her horrible behaviour last season. And the best thing of all: Hayes!!! In the promo trailer we see Hayes sitting at Meredith’s bedside talking to her about how she needs to fight and how they all need her to fight. Bring it on! It’s about damn time! And Derek’s back and he’s … fishing? I’m excited to see what happens there and if they actually get to talk and have a real conversation this time. It has also been announced that Sarah Drew will be returning for a cameo as Dr. April Kepner this season so I’m excited for that!

Until next time!

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Angel Of My Dreams (Chapter 3) John Deacon x Reader Series

Meant to get this out last night but I’m on call 24/7 for my job so ya know, life.

Series Summary: After reluctantly joining a band with your childhood best friends, you are thrust into oncoming stardom with no sea legs and an overwhelming sense of anxiety. But you just might find your way, thanks to some seasoned pros by your side. And the interest of one particular bassist.

This series is a work of fiction, and is loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 4

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Strong language, you know the deal. Feelings of anxiety. Slightly sexual dialogue. Reader is kinda horny? Misogynistic comments towards reader.

Chapter Notes: I may have written out an ENTIRE episode of Pop Quiz before realizing that shoving music facts down your throats isn’t the best use of our time. Apologies if it got a bit disjointed in the trimming process. I work in TV so I just had to add in a cliche meet-cute. Sorry not sorry.

Song/Title Inspiration: Angel - Fleetwood Mac

Taglist: @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @brianmays-hair @deacyblues @squishy-geckboye

April 1982 - BBC Studios, London

“It’s not funny, Y/N! Stop laughing. You’re gonna ruin all my hard work!” Dawn chastises you as she sweeps a pale blue eye shadow across your lids, trying her best to complete your request to tone down your usual stage look.

You try to muffle your laughter, teetering on your chair set up in the spacious green room. It comes out as a wheeze, a soft whistle escaping through your nose. “I’m sorry, you said what!?”

“I kid you not, I took one look at his penis and said ‘What the fuck is that?”

A sharp laugh escapes from your mouth once again, failing miserably to prevent tears from leaking out of the corners of your eyes.

“I feel awful! It’s just that I had never seen one before,” Dawn whines.

“Okay, I know for a fact that’s not the first dick you’ve seen. Hell, even I’ve seen some of those. Like ships passing in the night as they raced out of your dorm bed,” you giggle.

“You know what I mean. I’ve never been with one that’s… intact.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “Oh c’mon. Uncircumcised can’t be that different.”

“It wasn’t! I was just drunk and got spooked, I guess. It was actually kinda cute. Like it was wearing a little turtleneck or something.”

You lose it, yet again. Laughter falls freely from your lips, helping to alleviate the dreaded stress that has now become your constant companion these days. Appearing on a game show alone was not something you thought you’d have to tackle on your third day in London. You’re sure the boys were off exploring the sprawling city that none of you had stepped foot in prior to the trip.

Pop Quiz was apparently a big hit for the BBC, featuring a bevy of famous musicians battling out their knowledge of the industry. You’d never had the chance to watch, obviously not readily available to viewers back home, but a harried man had come in earlier to give you a basic rundown of the format. You were somewhat confident in your knowledge of music, having been a regular at your hometown’s local record shop, you just hoped it would be enough to keep you from making a fool out of yourself in front of an entire country. But your anxiety mostly stemmed from your upcoming appearance in front of the camera without the boys there to play off of.

“How was it, though? I heard they’re supposed to “feel better” or something like that,” your curiosity getting the better of you. “Ooo, was it curved? Sometimes that can be a great thing. Except for one I encountered that was going in the opposite way then you’d think. Like even it knew it should be running away from the dude.”

Dawn’s face screws into a pinch, “Was that Tyler... Wait, don’t tell me. Ew. And I wouldn’t know! The poor guy was so embarrassed he couldn’t even keep it up after that!”

“What a waste,” you sigh. “I thought I’d be at least getting some field research out of your antics. What did I even bring you to London for?” you joke as she holds a tissue out to blot your lips.

“Uh-huh. The day you do some “field research” of your own is the day I chop off my own hair,” she quips, narrowing her eyes at you.

You casually raise your right hand to flip her off. She wasn’t wrong; it had been a while since you’d been with anyone, let alone entertained the fact of jumping into a relationship. There were partners in the past, of course. A few geeky high school boys, a woman who worked at said hometown record store, and the occasional pretentious film kid while at NYU, who spoke condescendingly of women working in film but scratched an itch when needed.

“And there’s no time like the present! You know what they say. When in Britain…” Dawn trails off, failing to finish her bit.

You left eyebrow quirks, “Throw dental hygiene standards out the window?”

Her face twists in disgust again as she uncaps a can of Aqua Net. “Gross. Now close your eyes and shut up so I can be done with you.”

The spray sputters, emitting little from it. “Dammnit,” she curses, turning to rummage around her sprawling kit. “Of course, I didn’t pack a spare. I’ll be right back. Hopefully, their hair department has one we can borrow.”

She rushes from the room in a sweeping motion, knocking over a coffee that was precariously placed on your chair’s armrest in the process.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, jumping up, your white blouse now doused in caffeine.

You hurry to jog out of the room, trying to catch up with her. “Daw- Shit!”

Your face collides with a hard chest.

Two large hands grip your shoulders to stop your momentum. “Oh! Apologies,” comes a light voice from above, muffled by your full head of ringlets. You jerk your head away quickly, and your gaze lands on a pair of startled greyish, green eyes.

“S-sorry,” you stutter out. “Completely my fault.” You glance down to the hands that still rest on your shoulders for a moment before looking back up. The pair of eyes go wide, and the hands quickly retreat back to the man’s side.

The man being the bassist of Queen, John Deacon. You scold yourself for only having glanced at the day’s detailed itinerary this morning before heading out. How did I miss that one? Sweat begins to gather on your palms immediately.

“John Deacon,” he hesitantly smiles at you while extending a hand.

“Y/N L/N,” you squeak out as his hand engulfs yours, inwardly cringing at how moist it must feel. You hold it for a bit too long. “I’m one of the contestants on Team A today,” you yank your hand back to your side.

His brow knit together. “Oh? I was told I’d be with Nick Rhodes and Jon Moss today.”

You shift your weight uncomfortably from side to side, having yet to meet his eyes again. “Nick had to cancel, I believe. I’m a last-minute replacement.”

“Okay,” he replies with a tight smile. “Well, good then. I hope you’re ready,” he glances down, noticing the stain splashed across your top. “Or, at least close to it...”

“Huh?” you blurt out before realizing, looking down at your shirt. “Oh, yes. The reason I so rudely ran into you. I should go-” your eye catches something as they finally travel back up to his. “Aw, fuck.”

“Pardon?”

You grimace, pointing directly at his chest. Right to the giant imprint on his tight blue shirt. One that had been left by your bright red lipstick.

He follows your finger. “Ah! Will you look at that.”

“I am so, so sorry,” you rush out, absolute mortification seeping into your voice.

He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. “Not to worry. That’s what jackets are for,” he says, zipping up the oversized grey jacket slung around his shoulders. “And at least now I know this shade of red really isn’t my colour.”

You smile up at him, not really knowing what else to say—the full weight of your not-so-smooth first encounter with this man hitting you fast, as people squeezed around you two in the tight hallway. “I should go get fixed up,” you tell him, pointing your thumb back over your shoulder towards your dressing room, ready to make a quick exit.

“Alright. I’ll see you out there then. Cheers!” he smiles back with a wave of his hand, turning to find his own space to get ready.

You stand there watching him in a daze, mentally berating yourself for now having had two inappropriate run-ins with a member of Queen.

Dawn materializes into your field of vision, hands-on-hips.

“Honestly, what the hell. I left you alone for two minutes!”

- - - - - - -

20 minutes later, you follow a stagehand through the back of the soundstage, fidgeting with your outfit while trying not to crash into anyone else. Dawn’s top that she quickly switched with your own was cut much lower than you would’ve liked and left you feeling even more exposed than your current bout of nerves did.

You’re dumped onto the set with the point of a finger over to a tall man. Mike Read, the host of Pop Quiz, stands by a large desk, crew members bustling around him. You stick to your spot out of the way, not sure if to interrupt the conversation he’s currently having to introduce yourself.

You take in the spacious stage, never having been on a show of this size before. A wave of longing suddenly washes over you, yearning for days on set where you were a part of the crew that moved around you. While at school, you’d worked on several student films, usually as a 1st Assistant Director or Line Producer. You loved the pace of production. Keeping everyone on time, on budget. It was where you felt most confident. While there were a variety of different types of personalities on set, you found it exhilarating to be the one to settle disputes and help everyone stay on track. Your subtle superpower of putting out little fires everywhere you went. Never had it crossed your mind that you’d be on the other side of the camera one day.

“A change of wardrobe, I see,” a voice says from behind you, pulling you out of your daydream. You turn to catch John’s smirk, his eyes trained intentionally on your own.

“It would appear so,” you reply, glancing down at yourself quickly.

“Have you been introduced to Mike yet?”

“Nope. I was working up the courage,” you admit.

“C’mon,” he gestures for you to follow him as he strolls towards the man. “He doesn’t bite.” You follow, trailing behind his long strides as he daintily weaves between the many bodies in your path.

“John!” Mike exclaims as you both approach. “Good to see you, mate,” he claps him on the back.

“You too. Thanks for having me back,” John greets him cheerily. “And look, I brought a present. All the way from America, I’m assuming. Mike, this is--”

“Y/N L/N!” Mike says, a genuine smile forming. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that we fit you in.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m excited to be here,” you mumble as he brings you in for a hug.

“Can I just say, your video for Heart of the Night is absolutely outrageous. I thought my eyes were going to pop out my head when I’d learnt that MTV in the States had aired it,” he laughs. “Daring stuff, really.”

You feel a heat creeping up your neck as you try to accept the compliment. “Yeah, thanks. Glad to hear that you’re all a bit more relaxed in terms of watching the explicit murder of a teenage girl on your screens.” You immediately wince at your own bluntness.

You can’t help but peek over at John, curious if he’d seen the violent clip now making its rounds across UK television sets everywhere. He’s staring at you with eyebrows raised and his mouth hanging open slightly.

Great. He thinks I’m a lunatic.

“We certainly are!” Mike chuckles. “Have you been briefed on the logistics of how the taping will go?”

“Mhmm, I got the rundown from one of your producers.”

“Excellent. Well, you’ll be in good hands with John here heading your team,” he says, slinging an arm around the man’s shoulders and adjusting his large glasses with the other.

Good hands indeed, you think to yourself, remembering how large they felt when they gripped your shoulders earlier. No, stop that, you scold yourself.

“We’ll be getting started in just a few minutes if you’d both like to find your seats. And you’ll have to regale me with the gory details from that shoot of yours afterward,” he winks, gesturing towards your spots for the show. You turn to follow John to your side of the set.

“Oh, and Y/N!” Mike calls out. “I do hope you’re good. Deacon got absolutely spanked last time he was on.” You bring your hand up to your face to stifle your giggle. John makes a show of rolling his eyes but keeps walking. You notice his face is now tinged a lovely shade of pink.

“You must think I’m daft,” he says, turning to you slightly.

“Me? Oh no, I’m sure we’ll do great!” you reply, a bit too happily.

“No, no, not that,” he laughs lightly, his hand finding the back of his neck. “For not recognizing you during our... colourful meeting in the hallway. It seems you and your band left quite the impression on our dear Freddie.”

“Oh! That’s nice to hear. You can tell him he left quite the impression on us as well, but I’m sure he makes an impression on most everyone,” you shrug. “And don’t worry about it, please. It’s not as if I’m a part of the biggest band in Britain or anything,” you tease. He smiles shyly. You catch the crinkles on the outer corners of his eyes before he turns them downwards.

You reach the long table on your designated side of the studio. There’s one on the other side mirroring it, with three somewhat familiar faces already sitting behind it. You glance at the empty seats before you, moving hesitantly towards them until John pulls out the closest chair, gesturing for you to sit. He gingerly pushes it under you as you lower yourself down.

“Thanks,” you mumble. He nods and moves to sit beside you.

There’s a loud bang to your right, causing you both to jump and look to the source; a large Grip gingerly picks up the c-stand he’s knocked over. John hovers above his chair, watching on as a producer shouts at the poor man, his waist now at your eye line.

You had never understood the fascination with men’s butts. That is, until now. The tight jeans John had on left little to the imagination. As if that would stop you. You shake your head back and forth as if to clear your thoughts. All of Dawn’s talk earlier must have you seriously whacked out.

“Are you alright?” John asks, now situated in his seat.

“Hm?” you break out of your daze. “Yes, fine. It’s just- I haven’t done anything like this,” you gesture to the large room teeming with various crew and a studio audience, “before, on my own. Usually we’re all together, and I’m slightly less charismatic than the rest of them, I’m afraid.”

“Well, I would tell you that it’ll get easier, but I still feel like I’m rubbish without my lot as well,” he sympathies. “And I happen to find you quite charismatic as you are,” he adds softly. “You certainly had Mike going back there.”

“Oh boy,” a voice huffs from the other end of the table, drawing away John’s attention. You’re thankful for the distraction, finding yourself at a loss for words due to his comment, coupled with your previous thoughts.

“I see you two actually arrived on time, ya goodie-two-shoes,” the flamboyant man complains as he plops into the third and final seat at the table.

“Jon, welcome. Good to see you,” John acknowledges, shaking the man’s hand.

“And who’s this little thing at the end, then?” he points at you.

John’s expression turns slightly sour at the informal greeting directed towards you. “This is Y/N L/N of Lo & The…” he struggles to remember, “Legs?”

You bark out a laugh. “The Limbs. But The Legs sounds better actually.” You share a smile, holding onto John’s eyes even though it makes your insides flip.

An outstretched hand is shoved past his body. “Jon Norris. Drummer. Culture Club.” You accidentally brush John’s arm as you move to return the handshake, not missing how he jumps a bit at the contact. “Pleasure,” reply, tearing your eyes away.

The drummer retracts his hand, settling back to swing his shoes up onto the table. “I’m glad to have a bird on the team, actually. Maybe we’ll get a few extra points thrown our way for that tiny top of yours,” he smirks, not even glancing over in your direction.

You look down at your slightly exposed chest, but the color red quickly clouds your vision. John sucks in a breath as he sits up straight in his chair. “That’s a bit ru-,” he starts in an annoyed tone.

But you’re quick to cut in, leaning your body forward on the table to lock eyes with Jon, “Actually, we might get docked a few for that obnoxious suit you’ve got on. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that stripes bleed on camera, sweetheart?” you seeth.

He glances down at his bright pink and green striped suit, clearly taken aback by your quick comeback. “N-no…” he falters, shutting up for the moment.

You catch John’s expression, a mixture of confusion and awe while he gapes at you. You lean back, crossing your arms over your chest. Luckily you don’t have much time to stew over the misogynistic comment as the stage manager’s voice rings out a 10-minute warning.

“Just try not to show me up too much, would you?” John whispers, leaning in closer to you. Obviously, trying to lighten your mood.

You give in. “You, sir, are lucky to have me on your team,” you point at him. “Tell me, what’s more important? The scoreboard or your fragile ego?” You’re not sure where your sudden wave of confidence is coming from.

He brings his hand to his chest. “You caught me,” he says, trying to hide his smile. “One could say I’m overcompensating, given who my bandmates are. Roger’s won this twice already, and it only started airing last year. I’ll never hear the end of it if I muck it up again.”

“Well then, I’ll do my best to save your sorry ass, and maybe that one down there too, if he’s lucky,” you tease.

Great. Now I’m thinking about his ass again. Fuck you, Dawn.

“If you’d be so kind,” he says before turning his attention elsewhere, content to watch the happenings around him until the show’s start. You hear him start to softly hum to himself, not able to place what the tune is.

You try not to watch him out of your peripherals for the next few minutes, hardly even noticing your lack of nerves as the studio audience starts cheering.

- - - - - - -

“And to end out round one, we have Adam Ant’s team with 3 points. And with a slight lead, John Deacon’s team with 4.” The studio audience erupts in a deafening cheer. “That’ll bring us into round two, which will be a team question. John, your team to go first,” Mike directs from his desk in the center of the set.

John lightly taps his pencil against the notepad in front of him, the current tight score starting to bring about his competitive side. He peeks over to check on his teammates. Y/N looks like a radiating ball of energy. Her feet are tucked up under her on the chair as she hunches forward, pencil already hovering while her teeth chew on the eraser. To his right, Jon doodles away, drawing exaggerated characachers of select members of the studio audience.

“Right, question coming to you in a moment, but first here’s the band, The Band.”

A large monitor towards the front of the set comes to life with a clip from their concert film, The Last Waltz. The chair to his left gives a loud squeak as Y/N begins to scribble furiously as if already knowing the question before it’s been given.

“Here’s a clip from The Last Waltz, The Band’s famous taped last concert. Please name 10 of the 20 rock legends that joined them on stage that night.”

John’s face scrunches in concentration, trying to recall the recording of it that he’d listened to many times before. He writes down the first few that come to mind, struggling to get past 6 names that he’s sure were present.

“Bloody American bands and they’re American friends,” Jon says, shoving his own piece of paper into John’s view. It has 4 names on it, 3 of which John already has down.

“They’re Canadian,” John replies, transferring the extra name to his paper.

“What?”

“The Band. They’re from Canada, I believe. At least most of them are.” Jon shrugs as the clip fades out, their minute of deliberation up.

“Alright, that was The Band with a famous clip from The Last Waltz. If you’d please, John, name 10 of the acts that accompanied them that night.”

A sheet of paper smoothly glides in front of his, Y/N’s messy scrawl covering it with 10 names hastily jotted down. He raises his eyebrows to her, but she just nods at the paper, urging him to read it.

He starts, completely disregarding his own list. “Erm, yes, we have Eric Clapton, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Dr. John, Van Morrison, Ronnie Hawkins, Neil Young, Bobby Charles” he struggles to read the small scribbling, almost illegible. “Um, Muddy Waters? Yes. And Neil Diamond.”

John lets out a breath, silently praying that the young girl beside him is as bright as she seems.

“Right you are! 10/10,” Mike exclaims. “For a bonus point, can you name the two artists that recorded pre-taped performances with them for the film as well?”

“Uh…” John glances at Y/N for support. She shoves another scrap of paper to him. Emmylou and Staples the only thing written on it.

“Emmylou Harris and The Staples Singers?” he answers, more like a question.

“Wonderful, a full 4 points to you all.”

He watches as a deep grin breaks onto Y/N’s face as she finally reclines. She looks over to him, a bit proud of herself, he thinks, as the other team begins their own round of questioning.

He’s quite intimidated by the American next to him if he’s being honest with himself. Her anxious demeanor seemed to have vanished into thin air once the game started, tackling each question thrown at their team with a hungry reverence. But her laugh is what keeps him on edge the most. It’s brash and full, consistently breaking him from his determined concentration to send a confusing jolt through his body each time.

“While your knowledge reigns superior, your handwriting leaves something to be desired,” he whispers in jest, not being able to help himself. She simulates a shocked expression as she leans over to look at her own paper that sits in front of him.

Her accent is thicker as she returns his whisper, “What ya tawking about?” She moves her eyes closer to examine, her shoulder bumping his. “That clearly says Muddy Waters.” Her hair hovers below his chin, almost tickling his stubble. It smells of something citrusy and light.

“Y’ smell lovely,” he sighs, almost inaudibly.

“Hm?” she questions, bringing her body back into her own seat.

“E-ever-ly,” He stumbles out, still quietly. “I thought it read it as the Everly Brothers at first,” hoping to god his bad save is enough.

She snorts. “You sure you didn’t leave your glasses at home? Would’ve thought you’d bring them to something like this.”

He quickly fixes the flustered look on his face, “Hm, glasses aren’t conducive to my rockstar type of lifestyle. Take Rog, for instance. Always wearing those bloody prescription sunglasses indoors, looking like an absolute git.”

She lets out that sharp laugh again, immediately covering her mouth, embarrassed at the thought of interrupting the other team. “I’ll have to watch out for that. Eat my carrots, all that nonsense,” she answers softly. If Brian were here, he’d ramble on about how there’s no scientific evidence of that or some bollocks, he thinks to himself.

“Let us hope my ears are in far better condition. Then you won’t have to keep, how did you put it, saving our sorry asses?” She smiles down into her lap and bites her lip. Oh hell, don’t do that.

Mike is now wrapping up with the other team. “No, I’m sorry. Their other top 10 hit was “So You Win Again. 3 points it is.” He once again turns his attention back over to John’s team. “Moving on to our third round, we have individual questions. Y/N, we’ll start with you. Here’s the hit Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye. Please name the artists you hear in order.”

The sound bites begin, and Y/N is once again bent over her paper as she listens, brow furrowing. John identifies the first two singers instantly but is at a loss for the third, making him grateful the question isn’t his. The clips fade out.

“Y/N?”

“I think it was Glen Campbell.”

“Correct.”

“Johnny Nash.”

“Good. Last one?”

“And... Bettye Swann?”

“Yes, top job! Known for her R&B hit Make Me Yours. I’ll give you a bonus if you can tell me who the song was sung by originally,” Mike counters.

“The Casino’s,” she says confidently.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll give you one more chance.”

John realizes she was probably too young or not even born yet when the original was released. He slyly slides closer to her. “Don Cherry,” he mumbles lowly, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“Don Cherry?” she shouts as if to cover up his assistance.

“Yes, John Deacon, you’re right. It is Don Cherry. The point is yours for at least attempting to be subtle,” Mike laughs. Y/N shyly smiles over at him, silently thanking him for his help.

John and Jon mostly breeze through their questions with ease, racking up a hefty amount of points in favor of their team before turning over to the others. He takes a sip of water as he smugly watches on.

“Glad to know my own ass is in good hands if it’s ever in need of saving again,” Y/N quietly comments. He chokes lightly on his water as an image flashes quickly through his mind. John racks his brain for a reply, but only overtly cheeky responses come to mind.

“Anytime,” he manages, afraid to catch her eyes. She lets out a light giggle, starkly different from her usual roar. It sends a warmth of color to his cheeks.

Intriguing, he thinks, silently hoping that he’ll get the chance to hear it again.

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spellmanmortuary · 3 years

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To be fair Miner is a typical Halloween costume, Nick dresses like a normal person, don’t know how you can find Caliban’s clothes unless it’s the pac sun looking shirt. At least Part 4 can deliver Jock Nick and Cheerleader Sabrina costumes.

ok this ask made me crack open my computer so it should tell u how much i care abt fashion

but basically !! no one is wearing the miner look. the harvey costumes are the plaid shirt, the jeans and the sneakers with the boy next door hair + the brown leather jacket. so basically the look he’s had throughout the show’s run.

the problem is that nick and caliban don’t have noteworthy style. harvey’s isn’t exactly noteworthy or groundbreaking, but, it’s identifiable and he has a signature look going. like if you prop any dude dressed in the plaid + jeans + jacket combo next to a girl dressed as sabrina, you’ll know it’s harvey.

however: the other guys don’t have this kind of signature style.

take nick. in p1 his style ? mess. he had this schoolboy thing going ? like he was wearing the white button up shirt with the sweater and they had him wear that in the promo material for some strange reason. but then in p2 they found his groove and had him in the dark turtlenecks and all black outfits, which were honestly ?? great. but then for p3 the style said 😌 it was nice to meet u 😌 and they had a weird regression where they started putting him in the ill fitting jeans with boots but occasionally in the white shirts again ?? and like in my opinion his style throughout the 3 parts has been kind of inconsistent to the point where the Nick Scratch Signature Look is just. him shirtless in dark pants. which again, might be great for like character development ( which i’m not sure of either lmao ) but it isn’t great when you’re trying to build a costume.

as for caliban ? missed potential tbh. like i get that they had to have him in the whole hell attire but couldn’t they make it a bit more fashionable ?? like. even beelzebub has that great fun flesh crown and he has those fur coats that he wears with skull belts and stuff. i think that what went wrong with calibans lack of ~iconic style-ness~ is that they put him in this ugly ass vest without a shirt for most of p3. and his style was not cohesive at ALL. like. we had the vest thing and then we got this amazing romantic novel prince moment but then we got this 70′s looking ensemble that looks like it could have been worn by logan lerman in hunters. so tell me, caos wardrobe department, what is caliban’s style ?

in my opinion, it was wasted potential lol. like look at the fashion warlocks wear in ahs: apocalypse !!! i think that the show and even nick’s character could have been a lot more stylish if they had given him the same style he had in the first two parts for the third one, but in colors that went from dark to clear. like i know the show loves the 60s so why did we never get a short sleeved turtleneck moment ? we know gavin would’ve looked really good in one of those. we could have gotten a preppy striped cardigan with a black tshirt underneath. we could have gotten long black coats and blazers in interesting cuts. we could have gotten a tie moment. but no.... ill fitting jeans we know he’s short you don’t have to spell it out for us with those jeans that looked like he took them from harvey but had to fold the legs so they would fit him.

i love ambrose’s style but like it could have been a lot more fun and iconic. if they loved the psychdellic 70s menswear for him they could have leaned into it more and given him corduroy vests with funky print shirts/bellbottoms/funky colored blazers and big collars.

for caliban they could have given him a much more regal signature look, which would have made sense because he wanted the crown so bad it was natural that he would want to look the part. they could have given him a campy ass wardrobe with like. over the top embroidered shirts/some bejeweling/some faux fur and like. an actual hair look bc that just looks like sam combed his hair and showed up to set. some guyliner even.

because look, it doesn’t matter if they dress like regular people because if the character has great style that looks recognizable, people will want to dress up as them, like the euphoria characters, or buffy the vampire slayer, or even sabrina herself. sabrina has a ton of signature, identifiable looks and moments despite the wardrobe departments’ best efforts so people want to dress up as her. she looks cute, she looks fun, it works if you want to make it sexy or spooky or conservative or a combination of the three. you can pick the plaid skirt + turtleneck, the red peacoat, the cheer uniform or if you want to go all out, you can do the whole I AM THE DARK LORD’S SWORD thing. you can wear the red off the shoulder top from the promos or the black queen of hell dress. same goes for the weird sister’s dresses. they’re cute, relatively easy to copy, and they can be as fun and flirty as u wanna make them.

to be honest, to me the problem is that the style in caos is.... a bit messy. it’s confusing because characters look like they all came from different eras and their styles ( except ambrose, who stays pretty on brand with the 70s ) blend together in the most boring, print crazy, muted tones ( which. why??? they’re teenagers why are they always wearing autumnal colors ), sometimes they put the actors in things that are unflattering to their body types like sabrina’s valentine’s day ruched red dress atrocity that shit belongs to in a middle school spring fling dance or nick’s weird carnival canadian tux, and sometimes they mix eras? like with sabrina’s style, which inexplicably jumps from 60s to 70s but nothing she wears looks like what her aunts would have worn at her age so where and how did she even get those ?? were those like... her mom’s ?? if they were, why has the connection never been made ? it could have been great for emotional depth.

but anyway, the characters that we see on halloween or at comic cons are usually the weird sisters ( specifically prudence ), hilda, zelda, lilith, harvey, sabrina, and occasionally ambrose. this is most likely due to the fact that they have the more signature, noteworthy, recognizable clothes. the weird sisters have that one signature look and they ROCK it, hilda and zelda both dress like different kinds of stereotypical witches with identifiable hairstyles and are a fun friends/sisters costume, and lilith had that MOMENT with the demon face. harvey’s style is cute and consistent and pretty much timeless, maybe sometimes 90s inspired-ish. sabrina has an identifiable look with the hairstyle even if that wig is awful.

so yeah, that was my long way of saying that the reason why people aren’t dressing up as nick or caliban even if theyre in a couples costume with a sabrina is because those two have unidentifiable, non cohesive style.

caos could have been a fashion show.... could’ve brought 60′s/70′s inspo in fashion back... but for some reason it didnt rlly do that lol

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ancientbooshartifacts · 4 years

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Much Ado About Boosh

Author: xThursdayNextx

Year: 2009

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Howince

“How dare you, sir! We share a true and unique bond.” “Do you really,” Vince said sarcastically, chewing gum, pulling a face at Howard across the counter. “Yes indeed.” “Have you kissed her then?” Vince enquired. “I’ll take that as a no,” he added smugly, when Howard avoided the question. “Just because we choose not to leap headlong into a physical relationship…” Howard drew himself up, glaring back at Vince, “Like some people…” “Oi, what’s that supposed to mean!” Vince protested, bristling under Howard’s supercilious stare. “You know perfectly well. You no sooner speak to a girl than you have your tongue down her throat.” “Well what am I meant to do with a girl, have hour long conversations about philosophy like you and…what did you say her name was?” Howard mumbled something Vince couldn’t quite catch and looked shifty. “Oh lordy,” Vince’s face broke out into a grin, “You don’t even know, do you? Howard, have you ever actually even spoken to her?” Across the shop floor, Naboo shook his head. “These two are doing my head in, Bollo. There’s got to be something we can do to stop this constant bickering.” “Uh-huh,” Bollo agreed. “Hang on a minute,” Naboo clutched Bollo’s arm with one hand, the other flying to his temple. “Bollo, come with me, I think I’m having an idea.” “I got a bad feeling about this.” * “Alright, Naboo? Bollo said you wanted to see me.” “Sit down, Vince.” “What’s up?” “Vince, it’s about Howard,” Naboo said seriously. “What about Howard?” “You’ve been a bit mean to him recently.” “Aw, only a little bit. We’ve all been a bit mean. He does ask for it. And you’ve got to admit, it is pretty funny.” Naboo lapsed into a smile. “Yeah, it is pretty funny… I mean, no,” he corrected himself, resuming his serious face, the one usually reserved for Shamanic rituals and the days the rent was due. “Vince, the thing is… Howard’s in love with you.” “He’s what?” Vince pulled a disbelieving face. Naboo rolled his eyes. He should have pencilled in more time to go through things with Vince, he’d forgotten how slow he could be. “Howard. Is in love. With you.” “With…me? Are you sure? I mean, people do tend to fancy me, I can’t help that, but… Howard?” “Here’s a poem he wrote.” Naboo handed Vince a slip of paper. On it was one of the poems Howard had written about Mrs Gideon, with her name tippexed out and Vince’s name scrawled on in Bollo’s handwriting. Vince read it, eyebrows reaching new peaks of being raised in horror. “This is too weird,” he said, flinging down the piece of paper, “I’ve got to get out of here.” Scrambling to his feet he fled the room and the flat. * “Naboo, Naboo, have you seen Vince? He’s meant to be helping me out in the shop and I haven’t seen him for three hours. It’s my tea break!” “Sit down Howard,” Naboo instructed. “What’s wrong?” “It’s about Vince.” “What’s that little tit-box done now?” “Howard, listen to me. Vince is in love with you.” “Oh I should have known he… Wait. What did you say?” Howard’s head jerked up in surprised confusion. Naboo rolled his eyes, he’d thought Howard was a little quicker on the uptake than Vince, but clearly that was not the case. “Vince is in love with you,” Naboo repeated patiently. “Oh. Oh.” Howard seemed to contemplate this for some time. “Poor little man!” he exclaimed at last, “Pining for me all this time, covering up his longing with insults about my person and clothing. Well, I can’t say I blame him. I mean, I do have a certain rugged charm and a magnetic personality which must be pretty difficult to resist but I never imagined…” “Yeah, Howard, do you mind doing this little monologue on your own time? It’s just that I’m a bit busy.” “Oh, right. Sorry Naboo. Thanks for telling me. Guess maybe I should be a little bit more patient with him from now on, eh?” “Yes! Now you’re getting it.” Naboo shook his head at Howard’s departing back. Now, finally, maybe he would be able to get some peace from their constant bickering. With any luck they would be feeling too awkward to say anything more to each other than ‘pass the salt, please’. For about a day and a half of bliss, it all worked brilliantly. Awkward, as he’d predicted, Vince and Howard barely spoke to each other. Giving each other sly, appraising glances whenever they thought the other one wasn’t looking, jumping each time the other came near them, apologising excessively if they went to go through a doorway at the same time, or reached for the biscuit tin together. “Cup of tea?” “’S alright, I’ll get it.” “I insist.” “’S fine, honest.” Before silence reigned again. Howard couldn’t help noticing that Vince was unusually quiet. No stories about talking wardrobes or racoons stealing his straightening irons. He also couldn’t help noticing that Vince kept looking at him from beneath his fringe. He felt unaccountably sorry for him. For he, too, had known the pain of an unreciprocated feelings, once upon a time. Perhaps he had been a bit hard on him, recently. It wouldn’t hurt to be a bit nicer. Then the train of thought failed to stop in the station and kept chuffing along…what if he were to ask Vince for a drink? Strictly as friends, of course. Talk to him and let him know that while he respected him as a friend, it could never be more than that. Let him down gently. Yes, that might be a plan, he mused. Vince couldn’t help noticing that Howard seemed unusually thoughtful. He could feel his eyes on him whenever he wasn’t looking. Well creepy. He wondered with a curious fascination how long this whole thing had been going on. He remembered Howard telling him about some unattainable girl just the other day. Had that all been a cover for his love for him? He cast his mind further back with a bit of effort and remembered Howard in a cave in the Arctic telling Vince he loved him. Quite a long time, then. And although it was really, hopelessly funny, Vince forced himself not to laugh. He almost felt sorry for him, actually. Vince was startled from his thoughts by the appearance of Howard, closer than he’d expected, coughing politely. He jumped a little. “Vince, I…” Howard stalled. “I wondered if you wanted to go for a drink tonight, after work?” Vince’s eyes widened. Was Howard asking him out on a date? Shit, his brain cell screamed. “Look, Howard, the thing is, I…” Vince looked up. At his best friend, looking at him all nervous and awkward. He couldn’t just break his heart, could he? Maybe he should go, let him down gently. “Alright,” he conceded. “Just a drink, yeah?” “Just a drink,” Howard said, a little less firmly than he’d intended. * Vince downed three rum and cokes without even looking at Howard. Howard, perched awkwardly on the edge of the leather bench, polished off two and a half bottles of beer before gathering up the courage to speak. “Look, Vince,” he said suddenly, “The thing is, you and me, we have very different… feelings. And I can’t help what I feel and you can’t help what you feel. But we’ve always been friends, haven’t we?” “Yeah,” Vince said in a squeak, “We have.” He swung round to look at Howard. “And sometimes friendships turn into… something more. And sometimes they… don’t.” “Most times they don’t,” nodded Vince seriously. Howard thought he could detect a note of sadness in Vince’s eyes and felt a pang of pity. Awkwardly, he placed a friendly hand on his arm. “The important thing is, we know what we want, right?” Vince felt himself shiver. Howard was coming on to him! Oh god, what should he do? Be kind but firm, that was it. “I know what I want, Howard,” he said firmly. Howard felt a jolt at this seeming declaration of desire. Must have it bad, poor little man, he was trembling under Howard’s touch. Howard withdrew his hand with a sigh. “You don’t want me,” he said softly, “I’m older than you and we don’t like any of the same things. I’m not fashionable enough. I’d only embarrass you.” Hopefully this would be enough to persuade Vince of the folly of his love. He looked down, not wanting to see the rejection in Vince’s eyes. Vince, however, felt suddenly sorry for him after this little speech and now laid a hand on Howard’s shoulder. “Aw, come on, Howard, 50’s not that old! And clothes don’t matter. Well, ok, they really do, but underneath all that you’re a good looking guy. You’d make a great catch!” “What if I don’t want to be caught?” Howard replied, tensing up at Vince’s reference to what was underneath his clothes, acutely aware of Vince’s hand on his shoulder still but not wanting to be too forceful in his rejection, he didn’t want to hurt Vince’s feelings more than he had to. Their eyes met then, and Vince felt his heart ache for Howard. It didn’t seem funny at all, now, just sad. Had Howard been waiting for him all this time? Was that why he never had a girlfriend – or boyfriend? Why he kept wittering on about unattainable women? “Howard,” he said seriously, “You’re a great guy. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” And surprised himself by meaning it. “Thank you Vince,” Howard said, swallowing nervously at Vince’s proximity, “It’s really kind of you.” “I mean it,” Vince said, reaching for Howard’s hand with his free hand and squeezing it. “I know,” Howard said hoarsely, still unable to get the words ‘don’t touch me’ to pass his lips. He found he couldn’t bear to hurt Vince, not when he was so vulnerable. “You’re a great guy, too, Vince,” he said honestly, “You’re funny, and sweet and caring and… and beautiful. I mean every word.” And he really, truly did. Just then, Howard thought, if it was possible to make yourself love someone, he wished he could make himself love Vince. Vince licked his lips nervously, an idea forming. Surely it wouldn’t hurt just to give Howard a little kiss. A little kiss wasn’t a big deal. Just to show him that he was worth something. He leaned in slowly. Howard couldn’t move. Vince was going to kiss him. Vince! It was all kinds of wrong, but still, he couldn’t move, couldn’t protest. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt, surely. Their lips met, softly bumping together. It was unusual, Howard reflected, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was quite nice. Maybe even something he could get used to. After all, Vince loved him, they were already friends, Vince was quite pretty and it wasn’t, if he was brutally honest with himself, as if people were exactly queuing up to go out with him… Experimentally, he flicked out his tongue, tasting Vince’s lips. He felt rather than heard Vince gasp and allow him entrance. He deepened the kiss, one hand reaching carefully out to touch Vince’s hair, ever so slightly. This action seemed to jolt Vince back to his senses and he pulled away with a gasp, eyes dark with a mixture of desire and surprise. “Well, that was…” He breathed. “Yeah…” Howard agreed, resting his forehead against Vince’s. Vince shivered. “Howard, I’m sorry…” “I’m not,” Howard said, and kissed Vince again. Vince made a small eep of surprise but surrendered to the kiss. It was, after all, just a kiss. Just an ‘I love you but not in that way, sorry’ kiss. It was Howard that pulled away this time, leaving Vince wondering at himself. “Um… I think that’s… sorry.” Howard shuffled away. He couldn’t go any further, he couldn’t. He needed more time to assess the situation before crossing any more boundaries, that much was for certain. “It’s ok,” Vince assured him. He hadn’t minded Howard kissing him. He liked kissing, and Howard wasn’t half bad. But something somewhere beneath his epicurean surface, Vince recognised that kissing your best mate who was in love with you, just because it felt nice, was a little bit wrong. Vince didn’t wrestle with moral dilemmas too often, but even he knew that that might count as leading Howard on. Somehow, however, he didn’t seem to be able to stop. The next day, they were just finishing cashing up in the shop when Howard gave him an awkward peck on the lips, which somehow turned into a full-blown snog without either of them really intending it to happen. Howard, having got a taste for it, was pretty eager. And Vince, much against what little better judgement he had, found himself giving in. That week they found themselves kissing in the stockroom whenever Naboo and Bollo went out. Holding hands beneath the counter. Cuddling in doorways. “Cup of tea, dear?” It was quite easy, really, this going out lark, Howard decided. It wasn’t really that hard to be nice to Vince, after all. Vince blushed and looked embarrassed every time he asked, but Howard remembered his hands on him in the stockroom, the taste of his lips, his breathless sighs. “Tea’d be nice, cheers,” Vince said timidly. This really should stop. But it was kind of nice, having Howard be nice to him for a change. Not to mention the feel of his arms around him, his lips on his, the way he knew the exact spot on Howard’s neck which made him moan loudly if he licked and nibbled at it. The trouble was, all that was rapidly becoming not enough anymore and they both knew it. When they rubbed frantically against each other when they kissed, when the cuddling in the doorway turned to groping, when Vince’s hand holding Howard’s under the table slipped from his grasp and climbed up his thigh, they both knew it was getting out of hand. “I want you, Howard,” Vince whined, as Howard kissed his neck, hands running over his chest beneath his shirt. They were in the kitchen, pressed up against the fridge, trying not to arouse the suspicion of Naboo who was in his room. “Come to bed with me,” he whispered, breath hot against Howard’s ear. Howard swallowed, his head spinning as he considered. “Ok,” he said quietly in a small voice, “Yes. Ok.” Holding hands Vince led him into the bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed, straddling him. Slowly he unbuttoned Howard’s shirt and kissed his chest. Howard wrapped his arms around him and sighed against his ear, “God, Vince…” “I want you so much,” Vince said, breathing ragged. “I… I never thought…” Howard panted as he pulled Vince’s top up over his head, “When Naboo told me you were in love with me, I never thought I would ever feel the same, but I lo…” “Hold on,” Vince splayed one hand on Howard’s chest and held him back, the romantic atmosphere splintering sharply. “What did you say?” “When Naboo told me you were in love with me?” Howard repeated, confused. Vince climbed off him and clutched his shirt to his chest. “Naboo told me that you were in love with me!” Vince protested. Howard gave him a sick look, feeling as though someone had reached down and pulled out his intestines through his throat. And that’s never pleasant. Vince grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed, dragging him shirtless into Naboo’s room. “Naboo!” Vince yelled furiously as he burst in, followed by a bewildered and dishevelled Howard, “You told me Howard was in love with me!” “And you told me Vince was in love with me!” Howard put in. “Oh. Yeah, I did.” Naboo remembered, looking up from his hookah. “Why?” Howard cried. “To get you to stop bickering with each other all the time,” Naboo shrugged. “But the amount of work you’ve got done this past week I think I might as well not have bothered.” “You…” Howard’s hands clenched with anger. “This is unbelievable!” “So…you weren’t in love with me, then?” Vince asked at last, turning to Howard, voice flat. “No, not at all, I…” “Fine,” Vince snapped, “Good. I don’t love you either!” And he stormed out of the room. Howard and Naboo were still standing there when they heard the distant slam of a door. “Thanks Naboo, funny joke, haha,” Howard said, sick at heart. “It was pretty funny, yeah,” Naboo smiled and then looked serious again as he took in the wounded look on Howard’s face. “But answer me one question; if you weren’t in love after all, how come you both came in here with your tops off?” He peered curiously at Howard. “And how come you look like you’re about to cry?” * They didn’t speak to each other for two days. Any of them. Not even ‘pass the salt’. It was all wounded looks and resentful glares. After that Naboo decided it was worse than when they were bickering and took off with Bollo on his magic carpet for a holiday. Late that night, Howard was sat on the edge of his bed, getting undressed when Vince shuffled in and sat down beside him. “Alright?” “Not really,” Howard replied. “Howard?” “Yeah?” “The other day. We were going to have sex. Weren’t we? “It certainly seemed to be heading in that direction, yes,” Howard said bitterly. “And you hadn’t done it before?” “Not properly,” Howard admitted, repressing some memories he’d rather not recall involving Eleanor and Tony Harrison. “And you… you didn’t love me, but you did all that stuff, making me cups of tea and you were going to let me… you know, even though… I mean, you did all that, for me.” “Yes.” He still couldn’t bring himself to look at Vince. He felt a soft hand slip hesitantly into his. “Howard?” At last he turned, to find Vince looking at him, eyes full of need. Vince leaned across and his lips brushed against Howard’s. “Could we just pretend?” Vince whispered, “That we were still… just for one night? Please. I can’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t we just pretend?” He kissed him then, sweet and tempting but Howard wrenched away from the kiss. “No,” he said hoarsely, “I can’t pretend, Vince.” He closed his eyes. It hurt too much to even look at him. Vince gave a disappointed sigh and the bedsprings creaked as he got up to leave. He paused at the door. “You did it before,” Vince called from the door way. “When you thought...You did before.” Something in Howard snapped. “That was different! Because I cared about you, you idiot! I thought you loved me. I just wanted to make you happy. I thought I could love you back, that we could be together, properly. But you, what were you doing? Just messing around? Just jumping into bed with me even though you knew how much it would mean to me, just for… for what, for fun?” “It wasn’t like that!” Vince protested. “You’re just a stupid little tart!” Howard yelled, “I can’t believe I ever thought I could have loved you!” Vince slammed the door on his way out.

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #vince noir #howard moon #howince #vince noir/howard moon #vince/howard #howard moon/vince noir #naboo #naboo the enigma #bollo

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pfenniged · 4 years

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I want to get started in on classic films: are there any you personally recommend?

Hey, thanks for asking! <3

So from your ask I took you wanted a recommendation of classic films that may be my personal favourites. So I’m going to go with the ones that I personally are current loving and finding the most ‘rewatchable’/ have saved on my computer, as well as ones that I do think everyone should watch/ are fantastic, but tend to be the ones I don’t reach for as often.

This obviously does not include all the classic films that you can find online in ‘Best of’ Lists (although there obviously is some overlap), but I also tended to do straight up ‘films.’ Classic musicals are another thing entirely, so if you want my suggestions on them, just drop me another line.

My current favourite Classic Hollywood films tend to be along the film noir genre or thrillers/ murder mysteries. In case you didn’t know, film noir is defined as the following:

Film noir (/nwɑːr/; French: [film nwaʁ]) is a cinematic term used primarily to describe stylish Hollywood crime dramas, particularly those that emphasize cynical attitudes and sexual motivations. The 1940s and 1950s are generally regarded as the "classic period" of American film noir. Film noir of this era is associated with a low-key, black-and-white visual style that has roots in German Expressionist cinematography. Many of the prototypical stories and much of the attitude of classic noir derive from the hardboiled school of crime fiction that emerged in the United States during the Great Depression.

This means in terms of ‘horror’ genre movies, I tend to avoid gore/slashers (which were not a thing back in the day, but I felt I needed to emphasise that) I only watch horror movies that don’t rely on cheap jump scares, tricks, and tend to have good psychological motivations, because as Alfred Hitchcock said, the original master of horror, the mind is scarier than anything you can create otherwise.

My Current Favourites:

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir: A widower in the early twentieth century falls in love with the former inhabitant of the house she bought, who happens to be a crotchety old sea captain played by Rex Harrison, king of crotchety old crotchety characters. The film plays out as he tries to emancipate her from her ex-husband’s overbearing family, and get her to ironically accept more of life from beyond the grave. (Literally, I’m not a big romance movie person, but this is the only romance movie I will accept in my life because it involves a ghost and has other elements/ not just is total schmalz).

Alfred Hitchcock’s Rope: Two gays commit a murder and host a dinner party over it. Based on the Leopold and Loeb murders of the 1920s (Look them up if you don’t know about them; absolutely mental), the film is coded as hell (because 1940s), but is also homoerotic as fuck, acknowledged as homoerotic by everyone who worked on it, one of the main actors was gay, and it involves Jimmy Stewart being dropped in as a dinner party guest and eventually trying to solve the crime. It’s probably honestly my favourite Alfred Hitchcock, because it’s a quick watch, it takes place inside the entirely same space the entire movie (but never feels like it), and is the perfect example of a murder mystery).

The Postman Always Rings Twice: The quintessential film noir, featuring Lana Turner’s amazing outfits and honestly, a really well-rounded performance by her. I only saw this recently for the first time, and if you don’t know, Lana Turner was considered the ‘blonde bombshell’ of her time, and not much in the acting department (By word of mouth). So going into the film, I assumed she’d be a terrible actress: but she was honestly really fantastic, created a nuanced performance out of the often one-note femme fetale characters given to women in film noir, and you honestly understand her motivations and character, however flawed. I’m now a fan and am searching out more of her work.

Double Indemnity: Another film noir I saw recently, and fell in love with Barbara Stanwyck’s acting and her in general. In real life, she was an adorable bisexual; in film, and this film in particular, she’s a fantastic actress, and I’m searching out more of her work now, even into her sixties and seventies, where she did some fantastic performances in series on TV into the seventies and eighties (This monologue of her being an old woman and having a crush on a young man is both heartbreaking, pitiful, and understandable, and it’s so well acted. It gives you just a taste of her acting talent, and how hard she worked to create a well-rounded character). This is probably my favourite film noir overall, definitely because of Barbara Stanwyck and her crazy wig. xD

The Twilight Zone [Original TV Show Run]: I know this is a TV show, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it. I love The Twilight Zone, and none of the later revamps have come close to touching it, and the effect it’s had on pop culture cinema. Some of the more ‘creative’ episodes (I.E: The awful ones with cowboys or aliens), I tend to skip, but The Twilight Zone is at its greatest when its creator Rod Serling is able to narrate about problems we all struggle with, and create a twist to really punch home if scenarios were different. Some of my favourites off the top of my head would be ‘Last Stop at Willoughby’ and ‘Nothing in the Dark,’ which are criminally underrated episodes. There’s also a great resource in this AV Club website, which literally reviews each and every plot of the original run and gives it a letter grade. I’m still not fully through the original run (because there’s 150 episodes, yikes), but I’ve watched at least half of the episodes, if not more. Plus it’s where, once you’ve watched more Classic Hollywood material/TV, you’ll begin to recognise a ton of character actors/early up and comers in the episodes, like random!William Shatner (twice), and Baby!Robert Redford (Who’s fucking adorable and I love him so much in his episode).

Twelve Angry Men: Twelve very different men are brought together on a jury to decide the fate of a young vaguely ethnic man. It’s a classic and I swear it should be shown in every school. It’s one of my favourite movies of all time, point stop, and honestly, as a J.D. graduate and someone who just needs to complete their admissions program now to become a lawyer, this is ‘my’ law-based movie (Most people are To Kill a Mockingbird, which by this point, trust me, is cliched to hear other lawyers talk about, even though it’s another fantastic movie you should watch). Even if I can’t turn off my lawyer brain at one point where something happens and I’m like THAT’S A MISTRIAL XD, it’s still one of the best films I’ve ever seen, and I rewatch it at least every two months.

Some of my Other Recommendations (That I don’t rewatch often but still are fantastic):

All About Eve (BETTE DAVIS)

Rebel Without a Cause (JAMES DEAN)

A Streetcar Named Desire (MARLON BRANDO BEFORE HE WAS CRAZY)

On the Waterfront (SEE ABOVE)

Cool Hand Luke (PAUL NEWMAN)

Sunset Boulevard

Psycho (Hitchcock)

Vertigo (Hitchcock)

Leave Her to Heaven (Gene Tierney and her fabulous wardrobe)

Hope that gives you some ideas to start with! If you need any other help, let me know! <3

#classic hollywood #classic film

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BBC Les Mis: Episode 1

disclaimer: i know nothing about cinematography and my brick knowledge could do with refreshing, this is not a nuanced review but simply my initial thoughts whilst viewing the episode !! here we go:

i actually really like the chronology of events so far

what in hell’s name is the ugly ass font they’re using for the title pages ?? it looks like it was designed on microsoft word and is so so so incongruous oh god

gillenormand is just as awful as i imagined him to be and the interaction with him and georges is giving me flashbacks to my english coursework

(contrary to my focus on les amis on this blog, the chapters concerning marius/georges/gillenormand are probably the part of the brick i know the best so i’m very interested to see how they develop it!)

also baby!marius is adorable can we just appreciate

please tell me i was not the only one who did not imagine favourite (or favorite ?) to be pronounced that way ??

i love the energy fantine and co have !!!!! they’re so bubbly and i feel like it does a really good job of showing their relationship

i see this adaptation is sticking with the theme of Having Javert Stand in High Places as a non-discreet metaphor

javert’s really flexing on valjean here ‘i’m not a criminal i am a Citizen of the Law and Upholder of Justice.... but if i were a criminal i’d be a better one than you’ amazing dialogue

honestly this whole scene feels very clunky, exposition-wise

i see tholomyes and i already hate him. good job makeup and wardrobe department

i thought i’d accidentally paused iplayer because the intense eye contact between valjean and javert seemed That Long

they did such a good job with marius and gillenormand oh my god i love how we get to see the foundation being set for what will eventually become marius questioning his upbringing and everything he knows and i’m so excited to see how that ties into his storyline with cosette and les amis asdfghj

oh my god it’s like can feel georges’ pain this is actually heartbreaking, kudos bbc

i... kind of like the time skip montage flicking between each storyline but at the same time it feels really clumsily done and is kind of negated by the ‘one year later’ screen that appears afterwards- they’ve already shown us time has passed why also state it ?? this is insanely nitpicky but nonetheless

valjean is... angrier than i expected. i always got the impression his rage was more restricted than the outbursts being shown here, because he’s mostly angry at himself and his circumstance. but here he’s outwardly angry (even at bishop myriel??)

having said that bishop myriel is excellently cast and i am in awe of this portrayal and the relationship between him and magloire (’where’s the silverware basket?’ ‘over there!’ ‘and the silverware?’ ‘no clue’)

1) did valjean really just roar at the bishop 2) why

i knew the ‘’’surprise’’’ was coming but that didn’t stop it from making me anymore angry oh my god (though i love how immediately afterwards both favourite and zephine focus on fantine- also the realisation slowly sinking into lily colllins’ face as the letter was read was very well done)

valjean trying to give the 40 sous back to petit-gervais... breaking down in guilt... that start of his character arc... beautiful

i actually felt they ended the episode in a really good place !! i’m excited to see how far the next episode will take us (i’m tentatively guessing fantine’s death/valjean’s adoption of cosette)

this started off coherent but evolved into me rambling (and i would’ve gone on for longer asdfgh) overall i wouldn’t say i’m impressed but i definitely don’t hate it!!! i am slightly concerned/confused about some characterisations but all the same, very excited to see where they take it !!!

#les mis bbc #bbc mis #liveblog #my biggest *actual* criticism is that whilst it is good... i wouldn't necessarily say it's living up to it's own grand claims of originality #i mean it's only the first episode so we'll see !! but so far nothing is really... that interesting ?#basically what i'm trying to say is if i wasn't already familiar with les mis i'm not sure this would hold my attention #but who knows !!#sorry for this excessive word vomit i have Thoughts

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Do you have any theories on what Lilith's and Sebastian's dynamic will be like in s3? She obviously cares about him but then again Sebastian says she had a 'strange way of showing her love'. He recalls surviving torture in Edom by clinging to his memories of freedom, so it's not like he was okay there. Lilith either didn't save Sebastian from being disfigured, she let the other demons hurt him or she did it herself (to make him stronger or whatever). Im so hyped about those two!

Yeah so….not gonna lie this is sort of a Problem for me, because Lilith is gonna have to do like, god-tier levels of gaslighting to convince him “oh sweetie uh, that was er uh, a mmmm,,,mistake?? mommy really loves you even if you don’t uhh, actually have skin anymore. whoops.” I’m actually sort of…worried about how they might resolve that, because er, the show doesn’t always have the best track record with being super self-consistent, but it could also be really interesting?? He also calls her “awful” or something, but I think it’s difficult to separate what he was saying about Jocelyn from what he was saying about Lilith. Like, I’m guessing he got the same “your mother left us because you’re a monster” treatment from show Valentine as he did from book Valentine, so there’s that. Also, Jocelyn was 100% down to mcfucking murder him with a crossbow too, so there’s That.My guess is she’ll be a combination of like, manipulative and,,,,loving in a way?? but also controlling and…..oh boy I can already smell the mindfuck. He is her only son. In the mythos all she ever wanted was a child. So like, she’s gonna bend heaven and earth to get him back and considering Valentine and Jocelyn were 100% down to kill him thats. Pretty good as Jonathan’s luck with parental figures goes. So unless they go for an angle where for some reason she couldn’t help him in Edom he’s gonna have some major fucking cognitive dissonance going on. Especially if she was also the one to teach him how his powers work, but I have a weird feeling Asmodeus and Lilith may be at odds and she may blame whatever happened on Asmodeus, sort of connecting the Asmodeus&Magnus arc it seems we’re getting in Edom. Also, Asmodeus fucking hated Sebastian in the books, which never ceases to amuse me.I’m guessing she’ll give him Sebastian’s body permanently because a) Will b) he’s ridiculously OP if they keep the shapeshifting thing. Like, unless there’s some sort of limitation they haven’t mentioned yet it just opens up millions of plot holes and makes him pretty much impossible to track down, etc etc. And that, combined with bringing him back and “giving” him Jace, who will probably the closest fucked up thing he’s had to family, will probably make him pretty happy. And if I had to guess they’ll keep up the Clary plotline (ughhhhhhhhh) and Lilith will be like “she’ll love you and accept you, I promise” but at the very least it will be the family that Valentine promised him and. Wow! I’m fine!! (Alternately he’ll be like “anyway Clary has to die” and the drama will come from that but….who knows).It’s also possible they’ll go a different route and make him much more her pawn, ie completely manipulated and or coerced, but honestly that’s very unlikely and a bit boring like, at some point he will have to take over as a villain and if his only motivation is just “because she said so” it won’t be very interesting. But if he does feel she is the only one who cares for him and doing whatever she wants will make her happy. So she really will probably represent him “embracing his demon nature” whatever that means and going from Angery Crispy Boy to Dickass Crispy Boy. Either way, I hope he gets a major wardrobe update, because castoff Gap 2004 isn’t doing it for me. (Sorry to the wardrobe department. But I need turtlenecks and dramatic wool coats, damn it!)Either way his only appearance in 3a so far has literally just been him cockblocking poor Clary and Jace and not-quite-literally busting in on them to just yell “KILL HER” so uhhhhhhhh sign me the fuck up I laughed so goddamn hard like….he apparently objected to this so much he couldn’t even think of anything better to say and went straight to DEATH.Anyway Sebastian will soon be able to add “Mommy Issues” as well as “Daddy Issues” to his resume and I, for one, am very proud that he’s at least thorough.

#sebastian morgenstern #GOD IM SO READY FOR LILITH #EVERY TIME SHE SAYS 'ill do anything to bring back my son' I NUT!!!#FUCK!!!!#3a IS GONNA OWN THIS ASS #also 3b but thats because of the sebjace lmao #i love a crispy boy

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Sisterly Help and Brotherly Reminders

A/N: This has no plot, but I though it was cute

Word count: 1310

Warnings: Sad when you realize when this is happening.

Requested by @sunsetleslie for a small drabble with Pip and Angie

Tags?: I wasn’t originally planning to put in the tags but I am @happypineappleapple @sunsetleslie @sweaterkitty-fluff

She was laying down at the foot of her bed, reading her book in a comfortable position, meaning that the fabrics of her dress was everywhere.

Cleopatra: Didst thou behold Octavia?

Messenger: Ay, dread queen.

Cleopatra: Where?

Messenger: Madam, in Rome;

I look'd her in the face, and saw her led

Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cleopatra: Is she as tall as me?

Messenger: She is not, madam.

Cleopatra: Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low?

Messenger: Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.

Cleopatra: That's not so good: he cannot like her long.

Charmian: Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cleopatra: I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,

If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.

Messenger: She creeps:

Her motion and her station are as one;

She shows a body rather than a life,

A statue than a breather.

Cleopatra: Is this certain?

Messenger: Or I have no observance.’

“Hm, jealousy is most becoming of her. She is quite the character. I have never seen a womanly character be so dramatic…” She whispered.

“Angie, Mom wants me to take you into town to pick up something for Lizzy!” Her brother called out to her from behind her bedroom door. She pushed herself up, skipping over to her to the door. Halfway there she realized she was still holding the book, so she quickly placed the ribbon against the page, closed the cover, and tossed it onto her desk. She opened up the door, a wide grin on her face.

“Really? Yay! I’ll grab my jacket!” She exclaimed joyously before running over to her wardrobe and pulling out her coat. She exited her room, pushing past Philip while pulling her arms through the sleeves. She huffed in annoyance when she noticed that the ribbon in the back had become undone. “Ugh. TT! Could you help me with this!” She had heard TT come upstairs earlier to put Lizzy and Willy down for a nap. It only took a moment for her to quietly come out of the nursery.

“What am I doing?” She asked with a tiny smile. Angie turned around and pointed to the ribbon. Philip furrowed his eyebrows.

“You know I could have done that myself, right?” He asked incredulously. Angie scrunched up her nose.

“No way, I cannot trust you with these things.” She joked as TT carefully tied the bow.

“Annnnnnd…there! You’re ready to go!” Titania straightened her posture.

“Thank you so much! What would I do without you?”

“Hmmm, you’d probably stop wearing bows.” She chuckled before turning her attention to Philip. Philip took her hand in both of his.

“These precious hands can tie any ribbon, perhaps that’s how you were able to trap my heart?” He said innocently.

“Awww, you two are so cute that it is almost sickening.” Angie teased. Philip rolled his eyes.

“My apologies, my star shine. My dear sister has always been this sinister. Unfortunately, I must depart from you for some time. Shall I see you at dinner?”

“Of course, you will. But you don’t need to apologize, she’s my favorite anyway.”

“Yes! I win again! Better try harder next time, Philly!” Angie stuck her tongue out. Philip quickly grabbed her by the sleeve and dragged her down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah, we better hurry if we want to get to the stores before they close!” He hurried.

“Have fun you two!” TT called out as they trotted down the stairs. Philip practically pushed Angie out the front door to get to the carriage. As they both got in, Angie gave an exasperated sigh.

“Geez, we sure hurried out of there, what’s going on?” She asked while the coach was pulling out of the estate and into the main road. He looked back at the house anxiously.

“Okay, so, you cannot tell anyone, but we are not actually going into town for Lizzy.”

“Huh? Then what are we doing?” She questioned.

“First, promise you will not scream. My ears will bleed if you do.”

“Alright, I promise I won’t scream! Now spill it, Philly!” Philip couldn’t help cracking an excited grin.

“I am…going to ask Y/N for her hand…” Philip twiddled his thumbs as his sister stared across at him blankly, as if processing. It finally started to set in and a squeal began to rumble in her vocal cords. He interrupted her to stop the sound.

“You promised!”

“I’m not screaming, I’m squealing!” She uttered in a strained voice. He looked at her with slanted eyes and sighed.

“Go ahead and stick your head out the window, I know you’re going to do it.” Angie wasted no time and shoved her head out of the window of the carriage.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screeched at the top of her lungs. After a moment of silence, she sat back down. “I’m done.”

“You are…entirely ridiculous.”

“And you are no fun, should we keep this up?” She scowled. “Anyway, what are we doing then? There’s no way you only brought me on a trip just to tell me that.”

“Well, you’re a girl, and you’re the closest to her next to me…so I figured I should ask for your help.”

“Let me guess, you’re nervous and don’t know how you should ask her?”

“Well, yes, that and picking out a ring.”

“Pft, picking out the ring is the easiest part. But this gives me a chance to finally hang out with my favorite big brother!” She smiled sweetly.

“I am your only big brother.”

“That is irrelevant. It doesn’t make you any less my favorite.”

“Honestly, I have no idea how RoseMary can handle you.” He cackled. “I’m glad you don’t like men though, if that’s not a strange thing to say.”

“Hm? Why is that?” She asked with curiosity, he shrugged.

“I suppose it’s because you’re too unique for them, also I don’t have to worry about you as much. If anything, I tend to be more worried for RoseMary’s sanity.”

“Aw! You care about me! You were worried that those silly boys would be mean to me!” She laughed but his face turned serious.

“I do care about you, you’ve been with me since I was four! You cannot imagine how worried I was when Pops sent me that letter about what happened at that party…” He looked down at the ground. “I wanted to come home to make sure you were alright, but I knew you would only get mad at me for delaying my work.” He was silent for a moment. “I wish I was there, I could’ve helped you.”

“Philip…” She quickly switched seats to sit beside him and comfort him. “That only makes you an even better big brother. I know you’re always looking out for me, even when you pretend not to. Do you remember when I was five and someone accidentally bumped into me and made me fall on the ground? It was a total accident but you got so mad that you tried to fight him. In the end, I was crying because my butt hurt and you were crying because I was crying.”

“You used to cry when anything happened…”

“I’m only as tough as I am now because of you, you taught me how to stand up for myself! But you also taught me how to keep my sensitive side as well.”

“I also taught you how to put your hair into pigtails.” He pointed out.

“That you did, brother. That you did.” She looked at him with a cheesy grin. “Sibling hug?”

“Sibling hug…” He sighed and let her hug him as he ruffled her hair.

“After we finish this embarrassing hug, we’ll come up with the most adorable plan ever! TT’s going to love it!”

I’ll always watch out for her.

And I’ll always protect him.

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Candid Complex (Chapter Three)

Title: Candid Complex Author: randomwriter57 Rating: G+ Pairing/s: sormik Summary: Wednesdays are always hectic. But at least Sorey has something to look forward to, today.

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Wednesdays are always hectic.

For all intents and purposes, there’s no reason they should be this chaotic. He only has a couple of classes today, the first one being in the morning, hours before the rest. Really, his day should be a lot more relaxed than it actually is. But there is never a Wednesday morning which does not turn into a catastrophe, thanks to an arrangement Sorey should have called off ages ago.

To be fair, he didn’t know at the time that Rose had terrible time management.

It’s strange. Rose somehow manages to be where she needs to be, exactly on time, no earlier and no later, at all costs. Yet, she never leaves the house early enough for Sorey to be sure he’ll be on time for his own lecture, which is on the other side of campus from where Rose parks the car. His Archaeology lecturer must think he goes to the gym before class, because he always shows up out of breath and red-cheeked, three minutes before the start of class, due to panic.

(It can be argued, paradoxically, that Rose’s time management is impeccable, since it gets her exactly where she needs to be, when she needs to be there. She has no concept of an appropriate time to show up to classes, though.)

Still, it’s more beneficial for him to get a ride from Rose when he can; it saves getting up as early to walk there, and she only lives next door, so it’s no trouble for her.

Having Rose next door is both a blessing and a curse, though. Sure, it helps in the department of getting a ride to university, and it’s nice to have a friend living so close by. Rose, however, practically lives in Sorey’s comfortable one-bedroom flat, considering how much time she spends on his couch. Even if she makes it to his house at an acceptable enough time for them to leave without being late to class, she always comes up with a petty excuse to stay a little longer.

“Rose, I appreciate your help,” Sorey says, clenching and loosening his fist restlessly, “but you really don’t have to choose an outfit for me.”

With a double-dagger glare, Rose says, “Sure, maybe some chicks dig the nerdy aesthetic, but if you’re going on a date, you need to look presentable.”

“Mikleo’s not ‘some chick’, though. Besides, it’s only the ice cream parlour.”

“Don’t you think that nerd boy will appreciate you making an effort?”

In all honesty, he doesn’t think how he’s dressed will make so much of a difference. It doesn’t look like he’ll be able to get out of this though. At least Rose’s fashion sense isn’t completely terrible.

(She isn’t even that interested in fashion. In fact, Sorey can’t remember a time when she’s ever fussed so much over her own clothing choices; she prefers comfortable clothes which are easy to move around in. He supposes it’s because she wants this relationship to work out, even if she knows it isn’t supposed to be real in the first place.)

Rose pulls some clothes out of the wardrobe, scrutinises them, then stuffs them back inside. “Anyway, I thought you wanted things to work out with him.”

“I do,” Sorey says. “But with Mikleo, appearances don’t matter like they do for other people. That might be why he seems so modest about himself.”

“So what, he’s the living embodiment of physical perfection?” Rose says.

Flustered, Sorey waves his hands in refusal. “What? No, I didn’t-”

“I’m teasing you,” she says, turning to him with a smile, “but it’s obvious that you think he’s hot.”

Sorey looks down at his hands. “It’s not just his looks, though. He’s such a great person.”

Rose turns away, pulling a different shirt out of the wardrobe. “I hope you’re right.”

Before Sorey can ask what she means, Rose thrusts the shirt into his hands and pushes him into the bathroom to change. He decides not to push the subject - after all, it’s unlikely he’ll get an answer from her, now.

Once their classes end for the day, Sorey and Mikleo meet up beside the statue of Meliodas, as usual.

(The statue doesn’t really fit Ladylake University, in Sorey’s opinion. Meliodas lived centuries before Ladylake was founded, so unless he visited the lake itself whilst unifying the continent, this choice makes little sense.

It still makes an interesting feature, though, especially considering the rumours surrounding it. Apparently touching the sword held by Meliodas allows you to get away with any wrong act with no repercussions. Sorey isn’t sure how believable the rumour is, but Meliodas was supposedly a bit of a tyrant, so he can see how it came about, at least.)

When Mikleo arrives, his eyes hold a hint of questioning. Sorey shrinks a little, suddenly feeling the naked judgement the clothes chosen by Rose are conducting. It’s not like she chose anything outlandish, either - only a blue shirt and black trousers, paired with his favourite feathered earrings and a red and black bracelet, also with feathers on it. Maybe it’s his jacket - the white definitely contrasts with his darker shirt, though the navy detailing makes it blend more nicely. Or at least, so he’d thought.

Mikleo lifts a hand, hesitating for a moment at the side of Sorey’s face. Gently, he lifts one of the feathered earrings with the tips of his fingers. “I’ve never seen you wear these before,” he says softly.

For a moment, Sorey forgets to reply, too distracted by Mikleo; lips pressed into a small pout, eyes focused and curious, with a touch lighter than the feather it holds. Most people might be uncomfortable, with someone they barely know in such close contact. Sorey, however, leans into his touch. Purple eyes to latch onto green, caught in a moment of unexpected intimacy.

Mikleo pulls his hand away.

It takes a second for him to snap out of it. When he does, Sorey finally responds in a more rushed manner than he’d have liked. “I’ve had them for a long time, but I don’t usually wear them for classes.”

Making an ‘oh’ shape with his lips, he nods slowly. For whatever reason, when he meets Sorey’s eyes again, it feels like he has more questions, but he does not ask them. Instead he says, “Shall we get going, then?”

The two begin their walk towards the ice cream parlour, chatting absently about whatever comes to mind. Sorey can’t help it when his thoughts go in a different direction, distracted from Mikleo’s casual conversation about his morning lecture. All he can think about is how nice it feels to walk by his side, to listen to his voice, to be able to experience moments like this with him.

If only they were dating for real.

It’s only as he thinks this that he remembers that, even if this relationship is temporary, the purpose of dates like this is to make it seem like they are. If they’re supposed to be on a date, then it’s only fair to assume they should be acting more like a couple - or at least, that’s how Sorey sees it.

How does a real couple act? There aren’t any other couples around at the moment, only single stragglers. Thinking back to whenever he has seen couples, though, he always remembers seeing them showing affection through physical intimacy, like holding hands, hugging, or… kissing.

(The last thought makes heat rise to his cheeks, and he dispels it.)

Holding hands should be a good start, right?

Carefully, he extends his hand across the short distance between them, the back of his hand brushing against Mikleo’s knuckles.

“Sorey?”

He looks up to find that Mikleo has stopped. Mikleo gives him a concerned look, even more questions popping into his eyes.

“A-ah, sorry!” Sorey gives a nervous laugh. “I just thought that, since we’re meant to look like we’re dating-”

Mikleo interrupts him by finishing what Sorey started, twining their hands together between them. Though the warmth comforts him, he is frozen in place by the action.

“Your timing is awful,” Mikleo teases. He starts walking again, pulling Sorey behind him and continuing his story as if nothing had happened.

For the remainder of their journey, their hands stay clasped between them, a link growing stronger with the contact. Sorey actually feels some regret once they reach the ice cream parlour, at which point he is forced to drop Mikleo’s hand so he can open the door.

(It’s required two hands to shove open ever since The Incident a year ago, or so he’s been told. He honestly doesn’t know why the owner hasn’t had it fixed yet, or what The Incident even entailed, but no matter.)

As ever, the ice cream parlour is quiet, mostly due to the time of day and week. It’s dinnertime on a Wednesday, after all - not exactly peak ice cream time. As such, most of the diner-style booths and tables are free, save for a woman Sorey doesn’t recognise reading a newspaper at a table in the corner of the room.

One would think the bright colours and welcoming nature of the parlour would make it more popular, but with it being on a back street, he supposes it makes sense for it to be so quiet.

In any case, this is Sorey’s favourite time to get ice cream, and he’s happy that today he’ll be able to share this happy moment with Mikleo.

They make their way to the counter, which is currently unmanned; the staff are most likely all in the kitchens right now. Sorey looks over to Mikleo, trying to gauge his reaction to the place. Mikleo’s face does not betray much, though his eyes are fixed on the menu hanging behind the counter, moving over each item and scrutinising it.

“What are you thinking of getting?” Sorey asks, both in an attempt to make conversation and out of genuine curiosity as to what kinds of flavours Mikleo likes.

Mikleo hums, putting a hand on his chin in thought. “They have a good variety of flavours, so it’s difficult to choose. I’ll probably go for matcha, then.”

Suddenly, a new voice enters the conversation. “Matcha for Meebo? Why am I not surprised.”

Behind the counter is one of the workers, a short girl with blond hair and a teasing smirk, aimed at Mikleo. Sorey recognises her from a few of his past visits, though he hasn’t spoken to her much, save for ordering his own ice cream.

Mikleo groans. “I forgot you worked around here.”

“Is that any way to greet a lady?” she admonishes. “Have some respect.”

“Hello, Edna,” Mikleo says in a flat tone. “Is that better?”

Edna does not answer, instead looking over to Sorey with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“I could say the same for the two of you,” Sorey says with a laugh.

“Oh, Meebo and I have a long and complex relationship,” Edna says.

Mikleo crosses his arms over his chest. “By which she means that she’s friends with a family friend of mine, and I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity of knowing her since I was quite young.”

Edna does not make any further comment, instead turning to Sorey. “I’m guessing you want two scoops of vanilla in a waffle cone, right?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Punching the order into the register, she tells them how much they owe. Sorey pulls out his wallet and passes some gald over, much to Mikleo’s chagrin.

“You don’t need to pay for me,” Mikleo says.

“We’re dating, right?” Sorey says with a grin. “Let me treat you every once in a while.”

Mikleo, surprisingly, does not push the issue - not that he gets a chance to. At Sorey’s words, Edna speaks once more.

“What? Meebo, you finally got a boyfriend?”

“Can you stop calling me that?” Mikleo says with a sigh. “But yes, Sorey and I are dating.”

For a moment, an expression of sincere surprise crosses Edna’s face before she returns to her usual poker-faced expression. “Well, he’s something, alright. Just keep your gross affection out of my store.”

Sorey frowns, not really understanding what she means by ‘something’, but he doesn't ask.

“It’s not technically your store,” Mikleo points out, but Edna ignores him in favour of scooping ice cream into two separate cones. She passes Mikleo his first, and he takes off to a table in the corner.

“Sorey,” Edna says quietly. Her eyes glint with an unexpected determination which takes him aback. “You’d better be serious about him. Meebo doesn’t like being played around with.”

Before Sorey gets a chance to answer, Edna passes him his ice cream and disappears into the kitchen once more, leaving them on their own. Sorey shrugs to himself and moves over to the table where Mikleo waits for him.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” Sorey says as he sits down. “I didn’t realise you two knew each other.”

“It’s fine,” Mikleo says. “I knew she worked in this area of town, but I didn’t know she worked here.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sorey eats some of his ice cream, smiling as soon as the familiar flavour hits his taste-buds. This is the reason he loves this place so much - he hasn’t found a better tasting soft-scoop yet. None of the others have such a smooth texture, or such an enticing flavour. They’re all either too grainy or bland for his liking.

Across from him, Mikleo raises an eyebrow with a fond expression. “You really like that ice cream, don’t you?”

“It’s my favourite,” he confesses. “Do you want to try it?”

Mikleo nods. Sorey tilts the ice cream towards Mikleo, watching as he leans over to try some. In the background, someone starts coughing rather loudly, but when he turns around in concern, all he sees is the door to the kitchen swinging shut.

“It’s good,” Mikleo says as he leans away again. “Though it’s not as good as the ice cream I make.”

“Woah, you can make ice cream?”

“Yes. It’s the first thing I was ever taught to make.” Mikleo opens his mouth, as though to say more, but his expression turns to surprise as his own ice cream drips onto his hand. He saves his ice cream from any more catastrophes by eating some, at which point Sorey remembers to eat his own before it also melts.

After a few minutes, Sorey says, “How’s your one?”

“It’s good.” He tilts it towards Sorey in offering.

Without a second thought, Sorey tries some of the matcha ice cream, humming at the sweet flavour, which leaves an unexpectedly bitter aftertaste, at which he wrinkles his nose. “I prefer vanilla, but that one’s good too!”

“I guess you like sweet things,” Mikleo says, going back to his own ice cream.

“I’m not particularly fussy, actually,” Sorey says with a shrug. “Ever since I was young, I’ve pretty much had to eat whatever is put on my plate.”

“Strict parents?”

Sorey looks down at his ice cream, sunken beneath walls of waffle cone. “Not really. I mean, I grew up with just my Gramps, so I ended up doing a lot of the cooking.”

He feels Mikleo’s eyes on him as he says, “Did your parents…?”

“My mother died just after I was born,” Sorey says simply. “I was premature, and her body was pretty weak at the time.” He honestly doesn’t feel saddened by the thought. As much as he would have loved his mother had she lived, he doesn’t remember her at all, so it’s not like he knows what he’s missing. He can’t deny a little bit of curiosity as to what she might have been like, but it’s never been all that important to him.

“I see,” Mikleo says. By his tone, Sorey can tell he understands, somehow. “What’s your Gramps like?”

Finally looking back up at Mikleo, Sorey grins. “He’s amazing. Even though he’s pretty old, he’s still doing stuff for everyone in the village. I think you’d like him.”

“You’re not from Ladylake?”

“Nope! I’m from Elysia, a village in the mountains.” At the name of his village, he feels a pang of homesickness. It’s been a while since he’s been home. “Hey, you should come visit with me sometime!”

Mikleo gives him a small smile, which for some reason doesn’t manage to completely reach his eyes. “That sounds nice.”

Sorey grins, and they go back to eating their ice creams for a few minutes. That is, until a thought strikes Sorey, and he turns back to Mikleo.

“Were you born in Ladylake, then?”

“No, I grew up in Camlann. It’s not too far from Elysia, if I remember correctly.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that place! The Origin Village, right?”

“Yes,” Mikleo says. “A village which became the origin of hope once the last known Shepherd defeated the Lord of Calamity. Or at least, so the legends say.”

The idea of growing up in such a historical place amazes Sorey. He wonders if that’s why Mikleo is so interested in history as he is.

“Isn’t it where The Celestial Record was written, too?”

Mikleo nods. “Most of it, anyway.”

“That’s so cool,” Sorey says. “There must be so many places to explore there, so much history to discover!”

“Maybe you could visit, sometime.”

Something in Sorey’s chest heats up at the pseudo-invitation. “I’d love that!”

Despite his happiness, however, it’s only once he and Mikleo part for the night that he remembers that this is only meant to be temporary. Once Mikleo suggests they ‘break up’, their friendship could be on the line. After all, the feelings in Sorey’s heart only continue to grow, and he’s not sure what will happen if they reach overflowing capacity.

In any case, he can’t burden Mikleo with feelings he doesn’t reciprocate. From what he’s seen, Mikleo isn’t interested in a romantic relationship at all, and Sorey has managed all his life so far without one, too. Even if he has to live with unrequited feelings, he can survive so long as his friendship with Mikleo continues as before.

Until he can put these chaotic feelings in his heart to rest, Sorey will do his best to support Mikleo in whatever way he can. He will not burden him with these feelings, not if it will only end up hurting him and putting a stopper on their friendship. He can’t imagine having to live knowing that he’s made Mikleo feel uncomfortable with him. To stay with Mikleo, he’ll put up with keeping his emotions hidden.

Even if that means heartbreak.

#tales of zestiria #sormik #toz #tales of zestiria fanfiction #fanfiction #i had fun editing this #i decided to use the read aloud feature on word for it and i can't stop laughing #sometimes the voice breaks and she sounds like a robot with a cold and it's hilarious #it'll be a romantic line spoken by a dalek

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hiddendreamer67 · 7 years

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Ch. 7 Two-Faced (G/t JSE Fanfic)

Author’s note: Thank you all for your patience! I made sure this chapter was nice and long for the wait. And it’s got lots of plot or whatever writers are supposed to do. Also, you may recognize a familiar face from my collab story with arc852 “Spaceships and Septic Eyes” ;) Enjoy.

prompt: Space

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

“Ow.” Jack winced, rubbing at his ribs after sliding against the hard floor. He lifted the jar in his hands up to his face to look at a very ashen-faced Mark. “Mark, are you okay?” Mark let out something sounding like a high-pitched whimper, and Jack winced at how pitiful the poor guy looked.

Jack looked around at the lab room and gasped, seeing what looked to be a bloody pile of human remains.

“That’s new.” Jack tried to chuckle, but his voice cracked. Giving one last look around, Jack opened the door and began to sprint down the hall. He muttered a little apology to Mark who was once again being tossed about, but Jack didn’t slow down. They needed to get out of here NOW.

“Oh, shite.” Jack cursed quietly, coming to a fork in the hall. He didn’t remember which way the exit was- he always was a bit directionally challenged. It only made it worse as Jack heard someone’s loud footsteps back they way he came.

“Jackaboy, where are you hiding?” Anti’s singsong voice echoed through the halls. Jack did a quick game of eenie meenie minie mo and began running down the right hall.

“Who is that guy?” Jack asked out loud, trying to gauge what lay ahead.

“It’s Sean.” Mark groaned, looking a little green from all the running. “Something happened to him in the lab, and now he’s this all-powerful monster that’s calling himself Anti.”

“Sean?” Jack cast a sad look back, feeling sorry for his doppelganger. “Aw, poor guy.”

“Yeah, I think I’d be feeling more sympathetic if he hadn’t shrunk me down and tried to kill me.” Mark said bitterly.

“Come out and play.” Anti’s laugh put the two on edge. Turning to face forwards once more, Jack sprinted down the twists and turns, only to find the hallway ended in a ominous looking door labeled “Sector 7”.

“Wrong way.” Jack turned to go back, only to hear Anti approaching quickly. Thinking fast, Jack pulled open the heavy door and went inside.

“You are now entering sector 7, department of space and time anomalies.” A pre-recorded voice greeted them. Jack glanced around the room for a hiding spot. The room was cluttered with star charts, solar system models, and clocks. Seeing a weird machine that resembled a wardrobe, Jack thought it was perfect. He climbed inside and shut the door.

“What’s the plan?” Mark whispered, looking up at Jack.

“Uh, hide in here until he leaves?” Jack shrugged. Mark’s jaw dropped.

“What?” Mark hissed. “That’s your plan?”

“Well excuse me, I was a bit rushed!” Jack argued. Behind his left shoulder, a blue screen began to glow.

“Wait, what’s that?” Mark asked, pointing to the screen. Jack turned, now noticing it himself.

“‘Please enter a time’.” Jack read aloud. “What’s that mean? Do you have a watch?” The two suddenly froze, hearing the pre-recorded voice go off as the door once again creaked open.

“You are now entering sector 7, department of space and time anomalies.”

“I don’t care.” Anti could be heard talking to the voice as he prowled about the room, searching for the two. Jack and Mark shared a worried look.

“Come on out, Jack.” Anti teased, looking around. “You and I are one in the same. I don’t want to hurt you. Just give me Mark.” Acting fast, Jack punched in random numbers and hoped for the best. The machine began to shake and buzz rapidly, and just outside the door they heard a loud commotion. A moment later, the time machine door was opened by someone on the outside.

“You two?” Dr. Iplier looked surprised to find them there, emergency sirens and red lights going off behind him. “What the devil are you doing here? This is top secret! Is it your goal to destroy all of my experiments?” Jack clutched the jar closer to his chest, protecting Mark.

“Dr. Iplier?” Mark gasped. “But, you’re dead.”

“Thank you for that spoiler.” The doctor sighed. “I know you’re both probably very confused, but congratulations. You’re the first two humans to travel back in time.”

“Time travel?” Jack scoffed. “Sounds pretty fake to me.”

“I’m five inches tall.” Mark gave him a look.

“Alright, fair.” Jack considered that.

“Now gentlemen, I’ll need to do some tests for our research.” The doctor grabbed a clipboard and began hastily looking for a pen. “How did you feel? Is the fluid in your inner ear canals misplaced? What time down to the millisecond was it when you left?”

“But doctor, there’s no time for all that.” Jack spoke up. “We traveled back because we were trying to escape a...monster created in the lab.”

“Sean was mutated into this powerful technological being.” Mark spoke up.

“Sean?” Dr. Iplier looked at them with renewed interest. “The little borrower?”

“He’s not so little anymore.” Jack said quietly.

“He followed us to my dimension, and then back to yours.” Mark explained. “But the weird thing was, he didn’t have the bracelet Jack does.”

“You mean this?” Dr. Iplier raised his wrist to show his bracelet. Mark nodded. “How strange. Now what could possibly…” The doctor’s eyes widened in horror. “The melder. Oh, I’ll have to go destroy it immediately.” The doctor turned to run out the door, but paused. “Jack, the fact that you two are here means I probably fail to destroy the melder. Since that is the case, we must assume Sean has melded with the dimensional hopper. This will create a space-time continuum, seeing as a carbon lifeform is not meant to possess an individual ability to travel between dimensions.”

“But then why do the bracelets not cause a problem?” Jack asked, looking down at his own.

“That would only assist you, not allow you to do the jump yourself.” Mark hypothesized.

“Precisely.” Dr. Iplier nodded. “If you want life as you know it to continue, you’ll need to destroy Anti and your own device by tossing them through the hole in space-time.”

“How do I know what a hole in space-time looks like?” Jack tilted his head in confusion.

“It’s a black hole, you idiot.” Dr. Iplier rolled his eyes. “In Sector 13 you’ll find a rocket ship meant for collecting stellar samples. Take it and fly directly into the black hole, which is likely to form near our planet.”

“But I don’t know how to fly a rocket!” Jack argued. “How the heck am I supposed to do that?”

“Hold out your wrist.” The doctor held out his hand, and Jack begrudgingly placed his wrist with the bracelet on the doctor’s hand. Dr. Iplier messed with a few bits of the gadgets. “There, instead of connecting this universe to universe A, it should now take you to universe C.”

“Huh?” Jack had no idea what was going on.

“It’s going to take us to a third dimension.” Mark explained. “And that’s where we can find a pilot, right?”

“Correct.” Dr. Iplier nodded. “Honestly Jack, Mark’s brain is about the size of a pea right now and yet he’s still the smart one.”

“Hey!” Both guys protested, not sure who should feel more insulted.

“Good luck.” Dr. Iplier gave them a small wave. “The fate of the world now rests on your shoulders. No pressure.” With that, Dr. Iplier sprinted back to his lab to destroy the melder and hopefully alter the timeline so those two idiots wouldn’t be their last hope.

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“Karen, initiate autopilot.” Captain Mark instructed, pushing back his seat to take a break at the wheel.

“Yes, Captain Mark.” The voice command named Karen installed in his ship replied. Captain Mark sighed, stretching and walking up and down the length of his ship. He had always wanted to go to space, but now that he piloted the final frontier every day he found it to be rather boring.

Captain Mark was startled out of his pacing when a bright light shone down the hall, and suddenly a green-haired humanoid figure was standing in his ship. Well, perhaps Captain Mark had spoken too soon about space being boring.

“Greetings, and who are you?” Captain Mark approached slowly, keeping one hand by his knife in case things got ugly. “How’d you get on my ship? You do realize we’re in the midst of an endless void, right?”

“Uh, hi.” The stranger gave a small wave. “I’m Jack, and this is Mark.” He held up a small jar in his hands, and peering down at it Captain Mark could see a tiny man that resembled himself.

“What in the world?” Captain Mark breathed, crouching to see the cute little guy better.

“I know this seems strange.” Mark said. He shifted uncomfortably, not liking the attention. “But we need your help. I’m you from another dimension, and there’s an evil there that threatens us all. We need you to come back with us and fly a rocket ship.”

“How are you so small?” Captain Mark asked, barely paying attention to his words.

“It’s kind of a really long story that’s not important right now.” Mark answered. “Would you please just come help us? You’re our only hope.” Captain Mark considered it.

“Alright, but only if I can hold you.” Captain Mark requested politely.

“Well, uh…” Mark didn’t like the idea, but he wasn’t about to doom the world because of his comfort level. “Okay, just please be careful.”

“Hey, I’m basically you.” Captain Mark explained, slowly taking the jar from a nervous Jack and reaching his hand in. “Just trust in yourself and you’ll be fine.” Captain Mark smiled, feeling Mark’s tiny fingers grasping his own. Mark could understand the fascination, having been on that side when he held Sean and later Jack. Because of that, Mark tried his best to swallow his fear.

“Alright, I’m glad you two are bonding, but we really have to go.” Jack explained. “Just grab onto me.”

“Oh yeah, sure thing.” Captain Mark nodded, grabbing Jack’s sleeve. Jack pressed his blue button, and all three of them reappeared in sector 7 of the lab.

“We have to get to sector 13.” Mark explained. “But we’ll need both Jack’s bracelet and Anti on the ship for this to work.” “Who’s Anti?” Captain Mark asked.

“He’s my evil other dimensional self.” Jack explained.

“Oh, of course.”

“Quickly now, this way.” Jack instructed.

“You got us lost last time.” Mark reminded him.

“Yeah, but that was before I knew to look for a number.” Jack argued. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“Famous last words.” Mark rolled his eyes. Captain Mark followed Jack, cupping Mark to his chest for safety. The two tried to keep their footsteps quiet, especially because the lack of emergency sirens meant that Anti was chasing them down in Mark’s universe and would be back any minute with the past Jack and tiny Mark. Wow, time travel made Jack’s head spin.

“Found it.” Jack said, finding the door labelled “Sector 13.” Just in time, too. He could faintly hear Anti’s taunts to his past self across the facility.

“Come out and play.” Even far away that voice was creepy. Captain Mark opened the door to the sector 13.

“Welcome to sector 13, space station.” Another pre-recorded voice spoke up.

“Woah.” Mark looked around in awe. The place was huge, and right in the center was a beautiful shining white rocket ship.

“Oh, that’s nice.” Captain Mark nodded, impressed at their ride. “What a beautiful model. Just look at those thrusters. I bet this baby can get seventeen light years to a kilowatt. I wonder what command module she’s got?”

“Why do all versions of you speak science gibberish?” Jack glared at him. “Just get to the pilot’s seat or whatever and get ready to go.”

“What about you?” Mark asked.

“I’ll make sure Anti gets on too just before take-off.” Jack answered, lining himself up with the entrance of the ship. “Without him, this whole thing is pointless.”

“On it.” Captain Mark moved the hand holding Mark up to his left shoulder, giving the little guy a gentle nudge with his finger to indicate it was time to climb off. Mark complied, settling down onto his shoulder and getting a good hold on the captain's shirt collar so he wouldn’t fall off.

“What’s it like being so small?” Captain Mark asked, climbing up a ladder to the command center.

“It’s very strange.” Mark admitted. “You see everything from a new perspective. But who knows? Maybe you’ll have a chance to be small one day.”

“Yeah, sure.” Captain Mark snorted, not able to picture it. Finding the pilot seat, he sat down and began fiddling with the controls. Once he found the ignition, he turned back to yell down to Jack.

“READY, JACK!” Captain Mark yelled, causing Mark to wince and cover his ears. “Oh, sorry Mark.” A moment later, they heard Jack down below.

“HEY ANTI, OVER HERE!” Jack yelled. “I’M READY TO GIVE UP MARK!” A second later, frantic pounding footsteps began to race down the hall in Jack’s direction. Jack made sure to keep his hands cupped in front of him, pretending to hold Mark.

“You’re a quick one, aren’t ‘cha?” Anti teased, coming closer. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“Come here and Mark’s yours.” Jack said, holding out his hands. “He’s more trouble than he’s worth. He even tried to spit in my eye.”

“I figured.” Anti chuckled. “Those guys are awful from all dimensions. Dr. Iplier was no better.” Anti stepped into the rocket ship, and immediately Jack pressed a button on the wall. The exterior door to the rocket closed. When Anti whirled around to see what happened, Jack pressed a second button and a metal protective sealed door closed, separating Anti and Jack.

“NOW, MARK!” Jack yelled up, running down the hall to join both Marks in the control room. He could hear the engines already starting.

“You tricked me?!” Anti screeched from the other side of the thick metal. A large commotion of screeching and scratching could be heard, and Jack could only pray the door would hold Anti long enough.

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diningwithaliens-blog · 7 years

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Little Things

[ Taken from my Wattpad - Song used “Little Things” ]

Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me. But bear this in mind, it was meant to be.

From the beginning I knew I loved her. And even now that I have her, I won’t stop showing her how much I care about her.

So here I am, holding her smaller and warmer hand in mine as we spent the small amount of spare time we had between university classes at an inviting café filled with happy people just chattering about the cold weather outside and about politics.

A few loud sirens would screech by every now and then, interrupting the semi-calm silence we had once had.

And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.

Y/n’s face was relaxed as she stared out the window, her illuminated e/c eyes drifting over every department store window. Her voice would mutter out a compliment to every dog that would elegantly strut by our window or across the street.

I was concentrated on the small group of small freckles laid out by her left eye. Sometimes, I would make up some constellations on her. A few days, I could swear I saw the Big Dipper on her upper left arm.

They were something she usually covered with makeup but she didn’t apply it today.

And thank goodness because she looks absolutely stunning without that concealer blocking her pores. She was just beautiful to begin with.

To be honest, she didn’t need any of that fancy stuff on her face. It’s completely useless because Y/n cannot get anymore gorgeous than she is now.

I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.

Y/n looked over at me and smiled, the sides of her eyes wrinkling lightly, “What are you staring at, Dan?”

Without even trying, she was just beautiful. A diamond in the rough.

“Your cute smile crinkles and the little bundle of freckles,” I commented.

Y/n looked down, a pink-ish tint rising from beneath the skin of her cheeks, “They’re not that special, honestly.”

You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs.

Coming back from university, I walk in on Y/n dissapprovingly looking at herself in the mirror.

She sadly prodded at her lovehandles, a small sniffle escaping her.

“Dan, do you think I’m fat?”

The question hit me like a bullet. My heart aching seeing someone I cared so deeply about turning against themselves.

“Of course not, babe. You’re beautiful, from the inside out,” I mumbled, walking up Y/n and setting my hands on her hips, touching my forehead to hers.

I leaned down and kissed her passionately, my hand moving to Y/n’s cheek.

After I pulled away, I set a stern, yet caring, expression on my face, “Don’t ever put yourself down like that.”

The dimples in your back, at the bottom of your spine, but I’ll love them endlessly.

Y/n nodded.

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss her again, my fingers trailing to the small dents at the bottom of her spine.

She noticeably shivered, her hands moving into my hair.

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth.

I pulled away once again, this time to have Y/n speak first.

“I’m so thankful, that even through all of my flaws, that you’ve decided to stay instead of finding someone with less defects.”

But if I do, it’s you. Oh, it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all these little things.

I quickly pecked her on the forehead and smiled, “They’re not defects, they’re additions to an amazing person.”

You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea.

Later that night, as I was fixing up to get into bed, Y/n walked in with a gray mug containing (favourite tea flavour).

It’s a routine for her to drink half her tea before she goes to bed.

Not even all, but half.

And that’s because, after half of the tea, she just falls asleep.

And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me.

And after she’s fallen asleep, her voice will again echo out.

“Never told you… love you, Daniel. Adorable…”

I smiled and snuggled close to her, “Love you, too, Y/n.”

I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape.

The next day, as I was editing a video I had recorded with Y/n, she walked in.

“Ugh, I sound awful. Do I really sound like that?” She asked me, her face a bright red hue.

I looked up and frowned, “How many times do I have to tell you, you sound great.”

She sighed, “That’s what you say. What if I actually sound like a weird goose?”

I sighed and pushed laptop aside, standing up and walking towards Y/n.

Swiftly, I pulled her in for a hug, not hesitating to leave kisses on her jaw and collarbones, “You sound beautiful, damnit.”

You never want to know how much you weigh.

After having posted the video a few weeks later, I heard muffled cries from the bathroom.

I stood from my spot on the sofa and walked through the halls, the sound getting progressively louder.

I opened the bathroom door and saw Y/n sat at the edge of the bathtub with the scale in front of her.

Tears streamed down her face as he looked at the piece of plastic before her.

I looked at her, my heart feeling sore, “Babe, what’s wrong?” I ask as I kneel beside her.

“A hundred and fourty pounds, Dan…” she whispered, her voice wavering.

I sighed, “Baby, you’re not fat. You’re not ugly. You are a gorgeous girlfriend with a heart made of pure gold. I’d be absolutely nowhere if it wasn’t for you.”

Y/n’s arms draped around me, her chest rising and falling along with her jagged, choppy breaths.

I picked her up and carried her to our room, lying down beside her as she silently fell asleep.

You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of grunting.

I looked up and saw Y/n angrily trying to pull up her pants.

She sighed and fell onto the bed in defeat, “These fucking jeans…”

I sat up and crawled towards Y/n, sitting beside her, “Need help?”

Y/n gave me a sad look, her face a light pink as she nodded.

I stood up and walked to her wardrobe, pulling out some grey sweatpants.

With them in my hand, I walked to the edge of the bed and yanked off her jeans, leaving her only in her black underwear.

On her knees and legs were bruises from every time she’s fallen, imprinted onto her skin.

I trailed my finger over the more prominent ones before carefully pushing her legs into the sweats.

I tied the strings and smiled, “You look cuter in my sweats than in those tight jeans.”

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth.

Y/n sat up and grinned, “I have no idea what I’d do without you..”

I shrugged and sat down next to her, pulling her in my arms, “You could do the same things you do with me by yourself. You’re a strong and independent woman.”

Y/n chuckled, “Independent is an overstatement. I’d probably break every bone in my body due to how clumsy I am.”

But if I do, it’s you. Oh, it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all these little things.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like yourself. Honestly, I know so many girls who would do very illegal things to be in your position,” I mumbled with my chin on top of her head.

Y/n sighed, “That’s only because I’m dating you. Do you truly think your fans want anything that I have?”

I leaned back and looked into her eyes, “Your hair, your adorable chubby cheeks.”

She flushed red, her eyes looking at the ground.

I rolled my eyes and pushed her down on the bed, my forehead not leaving hers, “Not to mention those damn sexy curves,” I smirked setting my hand on her hips.

Y/n laughed and gently punched my arm, “Shut up, Dan!”

You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you.

I sat up and put my hand up in surrender, “All I’m trying to say is that you are amazing; personality-wise and beauty-wise. And that I love you..”

Y/n smiled, “I know you love me.. You tell me every day.”

“And am I wrong?”

“Of course not, because I love you too.”

I scoffed, “You will never love me half as much as I love you.”

You’ll never treat yourself right darlin’ but I want you to.

“I know. But I just can’t bring myself to see that. I’m hard-headed,” Y/n muttered, her head laying on my chest.

“And I’m trying super hard to get you to accept yourself. You just have to understand that it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Only what you think of yourself. And if you believe what they say about you, that’s them controlling you, not you taking control of yourself,” I consulted.

If I let you know I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you.

Y/n stayed silent, her eyes full of thought, the gears in her brain turning as she processed everything I had just said.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m here for you. I won’t leave your side. And I won’t leave until I know that you accept who you are as a person. Got it?” I asked, my hands tightly grabbing hers.

Y/n’s eyes met mine, wavering and a bit red.

“Got it..” she smiled.

I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth.

I’ve been waiting for so long to tell her. To tell her that she has to love herself.

Because she’s beautiful and amazing and the reason I smile.

I’ve let all my thoughts spill from my mouth in a matter of seconds. But it was for the best. She had to hear it from someone. And if nobody had the guts to tell her, I was going to be the guy to say it.

Because it’s you. Oh, its you they add up to. And I’m in love with you and all these little things.

“Why do you have so much confidence in me?” Y/n asked quietly.

My eyes trailed up to her, “Because I need you to understand how amazing you are. You hate your body, your voice, and yourself in general. And, I’m being honest here, all of these little things drive me up the wall. If you changed them, you wouldn’t be… you. You’d be someone completely different, and that’s not who I fell in love with.”

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth.

Yet again, I’ve drowned her with my thoughts.

A look of understanding flashed in her sweet e/c eyes. She nodded, her lips curling into a smile as a few tears dropped onto the bedsheets below.

“That means a lot, Dan. I love you more than you could comprehend,” Y/n mumbled, hopping onto my lap as she lovingly wrapped her arms around me.

But if it’s true. It’s you. Its you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all your little things.

Her lips connected with mine passionately as her fingers ran through my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

My eyes drifted shut as my hands moved to her hips, my mouth not leaving hers even for a second.

“I fucking love you,” I muttered between kisses.

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