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ꕤ 38. you're not a horrible person
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"i thought you'd never show up," was the first thing yoimiya tells you as soon as she sees you barreling down the narrow hallway of their dorm.
the door's already open, your blonde friend waiting patiently for you like she said she would. you had merely shrugged as a reply, hands hidden inside the pocket of a random coat you saw inside the closet (you think it's kokomi's, it smells like her).
yoimiya makes small talk on the way to the canteen, and you're grateful she isn't pressuring you to reply because you weren't listening, to begin with. but hey, her chattering is better than complete silence.
"wait, can we make a detour? i think i left my scrunchie in one of the classrooms…"
you nod, letting her drag you to an empty hallway.
maybe you should've thought of it harder when you saw kokomi leaning against a door, as if she was waiting for someone. it seems that someone is yoimiya, in particular, if the flash of recognition in her eyes was anything to go by.
kokomi pushes herself off the door and starts walking towards the both of you in haste, a glint in her eye you can't read but didn't think much of. a mistake on your end.
you miss the wordless communication shared between yoimiya and kokomi until the next thing you know, your pink-haired friend swung the classroom door wide open, shoved you inside, and had already shut the door closed with a resonating bang.
your eyes met ayaka's and it felt like the world was at a standstill. she leans on a desk at the front, parallel to the professor's podium.
she looks just as lost as you do.
before you even got the chance to ask what was going on, yoimiya's voice echoes inside the classroom.
"we're not letting you guys out until you talk and make up!"
ayaka appears next to you, banging on the door. "let us out this instant, yoimiya! kokomi!"
you can't help but roll your eyes, distancing yourself from her as you sit at one of the desks, letting your legs dangle. you dig for your phone to text/yell at your two friends. only to fume when you see there was no signal.
great, fucking fantastic.
"aren't you listening?" kokomi says from the other side of the door. "we're not letting you both out until you make up and become friends again."
you shot out the desk in anger, marching towards the door before banging on it with an open palm.
"well, fucking good luck with that because i'm never going to be friends with this spoiled rich kid ever again!"
"excuse me?" ayaka raises an eyebrow. you don't spare her a single glance before spinning on your heel and walking back towards the spot you were sitting on earlier.
"what, did i lie? are you going to call me a liar and a shitty person, again? call me names while looking at me like i'm so inferior to you?"
"how many times do i have to say that i –"
"i'm not having this conversation with you again, ayaka," you turn your back on her, busying yourself on your phone. "whether you like to admit it or not, you lumped me together with those shitty friends you had in the past, so if that's what you thought of me the whole time we were friends… i don't want anything to do with you."
the flash of hurt in ayaka's eyes invokes a feeling of regret in your heart. but it was gone as soon as her eyes hardened and she opened her mouth.
"the feeling's mutual, then."
she says, and you don't dwell on the fact that you find no hint of conviction in her words.
an hour of silence went and passed excruciatingly slower than ayaka liked to admit. you sat on the other end of the empty lecture room, while ayaka sat on the opposite.
dark enveloped the room save for the giant windows on the far wall, on your side of the room. a glance from ayaka's phone made her realize it's already 9 o'clock in the evening and her stomach's been growling for thirty minutes.
she gets up from the floor, walking towards the door with purpose in every step.
"yoimiya! kokomi! i'm getting hungry. just let us out already, this is stupid!"
she steals a glance at you, startled to see your eyes already on her figure. you pocket your phone and stand, ayaka takes a step back as you approach, wanting to distance herself from you. the nasty glare you shot at her was something she didn't miss.
you sigh, annoyed. "can't you guys just accept that we ended our friendship and stop forcing us to get along?!"
"don't act like you don't have ayaka's twitter notifs on like you do her brother's! i know you still care for her, yn! stop being stubborn!"
"no, i don't! i'm not –" you scoff. "i'm not stubborn!"
seeing as the conversation is going nowhere, ayaka interferes. "you heard her, she said she doesn't care and she's not stubborn. now open the fucking door already!"
"nuh-uh," it's kokomi this time. "you're not any better! don't make me talk about that dummy account you made right after you blocked yn's twitter account!"
an unreadable look flashes both of your faces and suddenly, you can't seem to meet ayaka's eyes, neither can she to you.
the door clicks open and a certain blonde slides a bento between the narrow gap. you barely manage to grab the door to try and fight it open, but a student athlete like yoimiya was obviously stronger than you – also, you minded where you were stepping on, not wanting to accidentally step on the food.
the door shuts once again, everything happening too quickly that ayaka had merely stood still like a statue throughout.
"there, food! we can do this all night, besties, so take your time!" yoimiya giggles.
you groan slumping by the door and looking at the little bento they bought for you both. it was a meal meant for one person, so it's either you're going to fight for it or… you're going to have to share.
"you didn't even give us chopsticks! how are we going to eat this?!" as if on cue, someone slides a single pair of disposable chopsticks under the narrow gap of the door.
the way ayaka said "wow, thanks," was clipped and irate but she took the chopsticks nonetheless.
you take off the plastic lid of the bento box before sliding it wordlessly towards ayaka, who looks at you like you grew two extra heads.
you roll your eyes. "what?"
"you're giving it to me?"
"i don't want another late night trip to the emergency room just because you fainted," ayaka merely blinks at what you're saying. "i mean… yoimiya and kokomi would force me to come and make another attempt to get you and me to become best friends again."
you were just about to move to stand when ayaka suddenly faced you, arm outstretched, giving you the chopsticks.
ayaka says something that makes you pause.
"with my brother's engagement being the talk of the town, i doubt you're in any good shape. let's just set aside our differences first and share a meal."
a deep shade of red sets itself on ayaka's cheeks.
"…and maybe, talk about… you know, us?"
you scoff with a hint of playfulness. "the way you say 'us' makes it sound like you and i are dating. i'm getting shivers all over so quit it."
you take the first bite before giving her the chopsticks back.
is this it? is this the part where you both talk it out like adults instead of screaming insults at one another?
you wait for ayaka to say something, anything, as you take turns taking a bite out of the contents in the bento box yoimiya prepared. you shove the last piece of egg roll in your mouth, determined to apologize after you finish chewing.
but ayaka beats you to it.
"you're right, the promise was stupid."
you nearly choked on the egg roll.
"i gave it some thought, a few days after we fought at the hospital."
"ayaka…"
"just know that i never really thought shallowly of you. that was never my intention. it's my fear of what happened in the past clouding my judgement and that was all me, all my fault, and something i had to work on myself. isn't it ironic? i wanted to have actual good friends but i, myself, can't be one. i'm deeply sorry for that."
you can see her forming her thoughts in her head and you wait patiently for her to continue.
"i've been feeling really sorry. to you and to my brother as well. especially because it's kinda also my fault why he's getting married to some girl he doesn't love.
if i hadn't made you promise me, maybe you both could've been happy with each other and realizing that kinda sucks, you know? am i this horrible of a person? that's why i haven't been talking to him – i can't face him knowing i was partially the reason he and you are unhappy."
you see droplets of her tears meet the carpeted floor of the classroom. you move the bento to the side and offer ayaka a tight hug.
"i forgive you. you're not a horrible person, ayaka. you've been through something traumatic, what you did was your defense mechanism and that's not your fault. i'm sorry i called you a spoiled brat and that you deserved the way you were treated in the past. that was a real shitty move, i should've been the bigger person and tried to knock some sense into you but i lashed out myself."
"…you also called me a rich kid. derogatory."
you laugh. "yeah, i'm sorry for calling you that, too."
ayaka laughs along with you as she pulls away from your hug, drying her tears.
"so, will you move back to our dorm again?"
"will you let me drive your white lexus?"
"…fine."
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Your Eyes Outshine The Town…Chapter 4
Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader
18+ Only
Summary: Bucky discovers more about his past and potential future. You do some research on the Tracksuit Mafia.
Warnings: Fluff and Angst. Reader has nightmares and panic attacks. This setup with Bucky's family is important to me because I worked really hard on giving Bucky the family he deserves that the MCU refuses to give him and us. But thank you to the blip for allowing this to happen.
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As you waited for the soup to finish cooking, you finally took pity on Bucky and restarted your conversation from the train. “What did you like to do in the 40s?”
“I boxed, actually; I was pretty good. And we went dancing a lot.”
“A boxer and a dancer—makes sense.”
You brought the bowls of soup to the table; Bucky devoured his, and you gave him the rest of yours.
“Doll—I wanna open the file.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “The one from Shuri?”
Before coming to New York, Shuri had given Bucky a file that contained information about his family, both past and present. But he had yet to open it.
Bucky nodded apprehensively. “Being here in the city with you—it reminds me of my past life, and I think it’s time.”
You stood up and kissed his forehead. “Go get it; I’ll clean this up.” You took his empty bowls and went to the kitchen.
Bucky returned with the file in his slightly shaking hands—he didn’t know why he was so nervous. He sat back down at the table and laid the file in front of him, just staring at it until you cleared your throat.
“Do you want me to open it?”
Bucky shook his head. “No, I just need a second.”
You left your chair and motioned for him to scoot away from the table so you could sit in his lap. He wrapped one arm around your hips and grabbed the file.
You looked through it together; Shuri had gone above and beyond—of course. She had included pictures of weddings, kids, birthdays, holidays—his sisters’ lives that he had missed, pieced together through photographs.
You were crying almost as much as Bucky was. You stayed quiet, rubbing his back soothingly. You had been jealous before, but seeing him so happy did nothing but make you happy for him. He deserved this, and you made a mental note to send Shuri a fantastic gift to thank her.
“Holy shit,” Bucky whispered.
“What is it, baby?”
“This—it says that Betty is still alive!” Bucky jumped up—thank god for his catlike reflexes, or he would have dumped you on the floor.
“Seriously? She was the youngest, right?” You stood at the table while Bucky paced around excitedly.
“Yeah! I didn’t think any of them would still be around. There’s no address or phone number, though.”
You crossed the room and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “I’m sure someone on the list will know how to contact her. Call them.”
“Yeah—yeah, you’re right.” Bucky kissed you quickly before sitting back down at the table and pulling his phone out.
“Hi—uh—is this Connor? This is James—Barnes.”
You busied yourself in the apartment as Bucky’s phone conversation stretched on. You finished cleaning the kitchen and then went to the bedroom. You rolled your eyes and picked up Bucky’s clothes that he liked to throw on the floor. You had already argued about this more than once, yet clothes still ended up on the floor every day.
Who knew the Winter Soldier was such a slob?
After tidying up, you flopped on the bed and did a little digging on the Tracksuit Mafia.
If I can find pictures of Bucky and me on Instagram, these idiots are on there too.
They weren’t hard to find; one profile for a man named Ivan proudly stated his affiliation with the gang. You scrolled through the pictures and deduced that they often met at an old KB Toys warehouse, but that was way out of town.
There’s no way I could be gone for that long without Bucky getting suspicious.
You kept digging, eventually finding a link to Ivan’s TikTok account–mostly videos of his attempted music career. You were about to give up when you landed on a recent video advertising a Christmas carol event at Macy’s the following day.
Bingo!
If I can catch him off guard, I can definitely get him to tell me who they’re working for now.
You stuck your head out the door to check on Bucky; he was still talking to Connor–you hadn’t heard him talk this much since you met him.
You locked your phone and put it away; you figured Bucky would be hungry again soon, and you had been enjoying playing chef, so you started making a second lunch.
Sam’s sister, Sarah, had taught both Sam and you several traditional recipes when you were younger. One, in particular, stuck because it was your favorite—jambalaya. The familiar smells of the spices as you chopped and sauteed made you feel like you could hear the gentle waves of the bayou if you just listened hard enough.
Bucky looked up and raised his eyebrows when he smelled the bell peppers, onions, and jalapenos.
You gave him a quick smile and continued with your work. As you were putting everything in the oven, Bucky wrapped up his phone call and came to stand behind you.
“That smells amazing, doll—sorry I was on the phone so long.”
“Don’t apologize; it’s fine. Sounded like it went well?”
“Yeah,” Bucky said brightly. “He’s cool, and he invited me—us—over for Christmas.”
“You want me to go?”
“Of course, but I told him we’d come the day after—I still want to be selfish with you for a bit longer.”
You smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “That sounds perfect. Did he know where Betty is?”
Bucky frowned slightly. “She’s at a nursing home upstate. He said she’s doing well, though, and they go see her as often as they can.”
“Should we go see her?”
“Connor lives upstate too—I figured we could go when we visit them.”
“Whatever you want, I’m there.”
“Thank you,” Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, kissing you again. “What are you making in here?”
“Jambalaya. But I didn’t have shrimp, so I had to make do with only chicken. I figured you’d be hungry again soon.”
“You know, I’ve eaten ridiculously more food since you’ve been here than when I was alone.”
“I’m trying to see if I can feed you enough to give you a little belly,” you teased as you slipped your hand under his shirt and caressed his abs.
Bucky hummed happily and kissed you more forcefully, his stomach tensing when you moved your hand lower.
“Does me being your little housewife turn you on, Bucky?”
Bucky didn’t answer—he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, trying to shut you up with his tongue in your mouth.
You pulled back. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you giggled. “You want me to take care of you? Feed you? And then let you destress after a long day by letting you fuck me however you see fit?”
Bucky groaned against your neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why that turns me on. I’m sorry.”
You busted out laughing as Bucky got increasingly needier, his lips moving down to the tops of your breasts and his hands groping everywhere.
“Does this mean you’re done pouting about losing the contest?”
“Oh doll, I was done pouting the second you started curling your fingers. I will proudly lose any contest that involves you doing that again and again and again.” Bucky bit into your cleavage, his frustration building too quickly for him to handle.
The action made your legs spread almost involuntarily. “Well, you have 45 minutes until this timer—" you screamed when Bucky lifted you off the counter and threw you over his shoulder—taking you straight to the bedroom.
12 Days Before Christmas
Bucky laid on his side, watching you sleep as restlessly as he felt. Despite the Christmas cheer that you had injected into his life, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening at one of Brooklyn’s many Christmas markets had turned into a fight–though you would say it was nothing.
**
“What’s going on with you?” Bucky asked as he searched your face for a sign.
He was sure you hadn’t heard a word he said as you strolled through the market.
“Nothing,” you answered too quickly.
Your eyes were scanning the crowd; you swore you saw a flash of a red tracksuit. There were too many people here; you were too exposed.
“Hey,” Bucky pulled you into a secluded corner. “What is it? Just tell me.”
“Bucky, I said it was nothing! Okay? Just let it go.” You tried to walk away from him, back into the crowd.
Bucky grabbed your elbow but couldn’t get a word out before you pushed him off.
“Can we just enjoy our evening, please?”
“Fine,” Bucky relented, following behind you as you put a fake smile on your face.
**
The two of you had barely spoken after that–Bucky couldn’t pretend he wasn’t upset, and you refused to admit anything was wrong.
Was it him? Was he the problem? Maybe you were changing your mind about him–you were tired of him. Just the thought made his chest tight. It had been so long since he was this close to someone, he didn’t think he would survive being alone again.
You stirred again, a soft whimper leaving your lips, your brows deeply furrowed.
“Doll? It’s okay.” Bucky reached out to shake you awake.
You sat up with a gasp and jerked out of his touch.
“You’re okay; I’m right here.”
You didn’t look at him as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and hurried to the bathroom.
“Hey, wait!” Bucky sat up and turned on his lamp, but the bathroom door was already shut.
He knocked softly; he could hear your sniffles as you tried not to cry. “Doll? Let me in; what’s going on?”
“I’m fine; go back to sleep!”
“I can stay out here all night,” Bucky said quietly.
Neither of you had woken up from a nightmare since you had been together—he was perturbed now.
You didn’t respond, and he sighed loud enough for you to hear, resting his forehead against the door.
“We’re a team now, sweetheart. I know you haven’t been doing well; you gotta talk to me.”
He paused, waiting for your response, and then nearly fell over when you wrenched the door open.
“I said I was fine,” you tried to slip past him, but he grabbed your arm.
“Doll–” Bucky paused for a moment, the smell of alcohol on your breath throwing him off. “Were you drinking?”
You pulled your arm away from him. “I’m not doing this right now.”
“Why can’t you just talk to me?!”
You paused with your hand on the bedroom doorknob; alarm bells went off in your head–run. You suddenly felt suffocated. You pulled the door open without saying anything else and slammed it shut behind you.
You paced around the living room; your hands felt numb, your heart was racing as you tried to suck in oxygen.
Fuck, I haven’t been this bad in so long.
If you hadn’t been wearing skimpy silk pajamas, you would have gone for a run–but you couldn’t go back to the bedroom now. You couldn’t face him.
You put your hands behind your head and took long deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before exhaling. When your heart rate slowed, you sank into the living room chair and tried to curl into a comfortable position.
Why didn’t we buy a couch? There’s no way I can sleep here. Should have kicked him out of the room–dumb.
Fighting was a big part of every adult relationship you had been in. You and Stephan fought at least once a week over the most trivial things: you were taking too long to get ready, he didn’t bring you the right flowers, you couldn’t agree on what kind of wine to have with dinner. You were constantly on the defensive with Stephan; otherwise, you risked losing your power in the relationship. You couldn’t talk to Stephan about your feelings–that would give him leverage. You had to protect yourself.
But Bucky–Bucky made you feel safe. You didn’t need to fight with him to keep your power.
Shit.
As stubborn as ever, you continued to lay in your uncomfortable position until your legs were cramping and your arm was asleep. Only then did you finally force yourself to get up and go back to the bedroom.
You peeked in, Bucky’s back was to you, his chest rising and falling lightly. Silently you slipped back into bed, cuddling against his back.
“You okay?” He mumbled, turning around to hold you against his chest. You nodded, sinking into his comfort. “I’m sorry. This is new for me, okay? I’m not used to this.”
“Not used to what?”
“Trusting you with my heart,” you whispered.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” Bucky held you closer. “Do you want to talk about the dream? Was it Stephan?”
“No,” you lied. “It was you.”
Bucky tensed, his hands falling away from you as he turned on his back. “I’m sorry.”
He was already shutting himself down–he knew it was all too good to be true. His brain cruelly replayed the image of his vibranium hand around your throat, your eyes full of fear. He had lost control once several months ago, unable to wake himself from a nightmare and you had paid the price. He was still finding it difficult to forgive himself. A similar look of fear had been in your eyes when you flinched away from him and locked yourself in the bathroom.
You sat up, starting to panic again. “Wait, don’t be mad–I’m trying. Just–Bucky!” You grabbed his arm as he tried to get out of bed. “I’m trying, I want to let you in–I–” you wiped a tear off your cheek and tried to keep your voice steady. “In my dream, you were being hurt, and I couldn’t get to you–I couldn’t do anything but watch.”
Bucky’s hardened shell softened. “Oh–” he turned back around to face you. “You don’t have to say anything else, doll. Tell me when you’re ready.” He held you close as you sat in his lap.
“I thought you were mad at me,” you whispered as you clung to him.
“No, never. When you said you had a dream about me–I thought it was–bad. And you pushed me away when I tried to touch you.”
You pulled back and looked at him like he was crazy. “I’m not afraid of you, Bucky; I’ve never been afraid of you.”
“Old habits,” Bucky shrugged. “Do you want me to get you anything?”
You shook your head. “I just need to hold you.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck and tried to relax, rubbing his cold metal dog tags between your fingers. The part of the dream you told him about was true; you just left out the part where you were being forced to save either him or Stephan and you couldn’t do it—you couldn’t choose.
Bucky felt your hot tears on his neck and held you closer. “We can talk about him, you know? I know you’re hurting. You don’t have to pretend for me.”
You remained still and quiet, pretending you were asleep.
“I love you,” Bucky whispered and kissed the top of your head.
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Big Sky: Season 1 Thoughts
I have to be honest and say that based on watching 2x18, I wasn't expecting much. Thankfully, I was pleasantly surprised.
Love the format of the first season though tbf, the 2nd half of the season did start to feel as if it was dragging a bit more than the 1st half, despite having Britt, Michelle, Brian, Omar, Michael, Ted, Carlos, and Sebastian in the mix
Loved JW's character, more the idea and how the actor crushed the role than the actual character lol
There is SO MUCH chemistry between Jenny and Cassie, it's killing me - I know that's what makes them a great team but damn - how do they not expect me to at least entertain this ship?
saying that I LOVE Cassie and would kill for her and I LOVE LOVE LOVE Kylie - I LOVE Katheryn as well and I do appreciate Jenny's character but if you had to make me pick which gal I'd team up with, it's Cassie every time
I now see why they're most likely going the Beau/Jenny route - not only due to the whole Cody triangle but also because Mark comes into play for Cassie in sort of a similar dynamic
I love that Tubb wants Jenny to become sheriff, I'm surprised she didn't when Tubb left instead of Beau (but then again, I"m not really complaining *wink wonk*), but I suppose I'll find out why she's only an undersheriff in season 2
I didn't know Scarlet's whole back story when I saw 2x18 (and felt bad for her seeing her having to give up her daughter) but now, after getting some context, yeah my sympathy has lessened quite a bit
I love the whole Cassie, Jenny, Denise, and Jerrie vibe going on at the office - a great team in the making
I love that Britt took the role of Cheyenne - I just love watching her, she has that something
John Carroll Lynch - this man terrifies me as a villain (every time I see him in a role, I always remember Gothika for some reason), he does it so well, every single freaking time - Brooke was fantastic as his wife Merrilee
Brian, Brian, Brian - didn't know that adorable face and soft-spoken voice could give me nightmares but it does - my hat is off to you, good sir
While I enjoyed this season, I do have some logistical questions for the writers:
1) Cassie placing a tracker on Legarsky's car was against the law buttttt he seriously used his work vehicle to go to the same spot where the girls were being held captive? Over and over again? For long periods of time? He's a state cop, they already have GPS in their units I'm pretty sure; I know, story reasons but...?
2) When Erik is taken hostage, he really doesn't tell his mom or anyone that he thinks the customer is Ronald? Even when he calls her beforehand to tell her he thinks he might have found something? And more importantly, his mom doesn't have the option to track his cell phone if it's on her account? Or if it's her phone he's using, does she not have "Find my iPhone" or whatever?
3) If an ex-cop goes missing, despite a manpower issue, you better believe the siren is sounded, especially by local law enforcement, especially if foul play or kidnapping is suspected - the fact that this was left to two local PI's and Tubb just cites a manpower issue, even after the girls have been missing for a while and kidnapping/trafficking is suspected, and the ex-cop went missing trying to locate said girls after getting a lead, whether he saw a state trooper/highway patrol or not, that's getting flagged and whatever resources available are getting loaned to the investigation
4) how on earth did Ronald get Mary's body out the front door while Mark and Cassie were at the back door very near to where he was at and not only that but had a visual? How was he able to load that body into the car, start it up, and drive away without them noticing? Especially since the house doesn't seem to be on a busy road or neighborhood, and the house is not mansion size? The sound would have traveled, even if Ronald was just leaving the driveway area
5) While I'm glad that Cassie didn't get shot, are you telling me that this group of rogue officers (I'm assuming that's what they are anyway) with the specialized training that they had and displayed getting Ronald free would have left behind two witnesses, one that is very much conscious and lucid, able to see this individual? Maybe not see who they are but why else did he approach the vehicle about to shoot Cassie? She was unarmed and no longer a threat, possibly badly hurt. But he shoots Jenny with one bullet, grabs Ronald, and then runs? What? Then why didn't he grab Ronald in the first place and run, even before Jenny showed up?
6) again, while I'm glad Cassie is okay, are you telling me that Big Rick allowed her to drive away after seeing how suspicious she was of him? Not once but twice? After he killed Cody when Cody wasn't suspicious at all of him? Really?
Maybe I've watched too many true crime and law enforcement/legal procedural shows in my time but I can't help but think about these things when watching. Yes, I know. Story. I got it. But man, I want answers lol.
But continuing my list:
The scene where Cassie tells Jenny that she won't tell her son something happened to her (outside of Ronald's house) and where Jenny tells Cassie to go get Ronald after getting shot is big, big, big WIFE energy, idc what anyone says; I especially LOVED that scene where Cassie goes, grabbing the assault rifle, and steals a cop car, gunning it to get Ronald, perfect song choice btw Big Sky
That's another thing I'm loving about this show: the music selection (I have so many new songs added to the work playlist it's not even funny, whoever chooses this music is so on point)
I am literally checking out the book series because I am loving this show that much; my head is stuck in Montana with Cassie (thanks BS! no, really) so I have to check them out
"Sunshine" is now my new favorite term of endearment - thanks Michael!
I'm sorry I didn't see the first two seasons when they were airing, but then again, with the two main case arcs of season 1, kind of glad I could binge it - the week-to-week wait for answers would have tormented me (this show has mastered the art of the cliffhanger I've noticed)
I could not believe that by the end of the pilot, Ryan's character was gone just like that, I sure didn't see that coming (I thought maybe he was just in the first season and then moved on), so my hat's off to the writers on that one
I love that this show is not shy or timid to address how POC can be treated by local law enforcement - I even admire that they threw that into Rick's arc as his reasoning as to why Cassie doesn't like him and suspects him, and how she proves him so wrong on that shit while Jenny and Tubb stand behind her
I do wish that there was more Native American representation - from what I've seen so far, it's sorely lacking - especially when they mention how girls go missing in that area, sometimes Indigenous women - they had a real opportunity there to shed some light on this very important topic - I hope that changes moving forward in the show
Not gonna lie, I felt way more chemistry between Mark and Jerrie than I did Cassie and Mark - I'm interested to see how the dynamic between Cassie and Mark progresses to end up where they do in 2x18
I really enjoy Omar's performance as Mark - I would still pick Beau over him (what can I say? I have a fondness for some of the good ol' Texas boys ;-) ) but I do love what Omar has done with the character - I'm very glad he showed up to lend a hand with Ronald
All in all, I enjoyed season 1. Looking forward to season 2 (which definitely will not get done before tomorrow night's episode, man I should have binged this earlier).
#big sky#big sky season 1#big sky season 1 watch#thoughts#bigskyposts#cassenny mention#cassie dewell
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This is going to be a post of praise for someone but also a little lesson for people not in the photography industry.
So many times people see my advertisements and think that the photo sessions should be free. I don't know what they're smoking or have been into but it must be interesting.
On Days of a shoot, it's usually 3 hours of prep time getting gear settled and ready. Getting cards cleared and backed up, batteries charged, cleaning up the studio from the shoot before, etc.
Also on any given day, I could be using up to $100,000 worth of equipment for the shoot. As much as I love to think of a photo fairy waving their wand at me and giving me free gear that also costs photographers a lot.
I always wonder how people can't understand this but it never surprises me. What does surprise me is when I meet clients and friends like that of Miss Kimberly... Several weeks ago.
Kimberly Spaulding signed up for her 15-minute call where we discuss what she's looking for, details, and other options. She started to tell me her vast story of having every important job under the sun. Literally, there is no talent this one doesn't have nor experience to Go with it. Her resume is so extensive that many times future employers didn't believe it could even be real. That's how astonishing this woman is.
Before we were even finished with the phone call I sent her the invoice to pay, which is required because I need to block the day, hire the most fantastic makeup artist in Nashville, and prepare for their shoot. No different than putting money down on a wedding, or a restaurant reservation, if you don't show we lost revenue.
Let me tell you about this chick! Not only did she understand the assignment but she paid her invoice before we even were off the phone. Little did I know she would be showing up to HER photo shoot with a bunch of extra clothing she just happened to have brand new with tags on it, to pay forward to the next woman's photo shoot. She wanted to add it to "Goldy's Closet" to make sure that I had every size card for future friends and clients.
This woman has an absolute heart of gold. We had one of the most spectacular photo shoots to date. One of her requests was a leather jacket in a specific size. I posted on Facebook in our community and lo and behold this wonderful neighbor said, I've got two for you to choose from. I was blown away by the kindness she gave to strangers she'd never met.
Kimberly rocked not only those leather jackets but one studded punk rock jacket from a famous band in the UK. I've been saving it for a special occasion and clearly, we found one!
Her theme for the photo shoot was "contrast". And that every shot was. She was combining nightgowns and negligees with leather jackets and top hats adorned with big red flowers. She literally put together so many outfits that look like they were straight from the pages of Vogue. I was so proud to see someone with golden long blonde hair other than myself taking risks and pushing herself out of her comfort zone.
I will let the photos speak for themselves so that you can see how clearly beautiful this woman is on the outside. But I wish you could have spent the day with us and learned about her inner beauty because it shines brighter than any light I've ever seen.
Kimberly thanks for trusting us with your photos and letting us be a fly on the wall What makes you tick in life. Thanks for allowing us to create such fabulous images that will leave such a badass legacy behind someday.
Another 40 over 40 women's portrait experience home run!
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#TheFactoryPhotography #TheFactoryPhotographyByGoldy #GoldyLocks #nashvillephotographer #nashvillephotography
MUA Lorrie Bradshaw
#TheFactoryPhotography#TheFactoryPhotographyByGoldy#GoldyLocks#nashvillephotographer#nashvillephotography#MUA Lorrie Bradshaw
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Final Exercise: Scene Recreation
Recreation:
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Original Scene: No Country For Old Men
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Overview of my role:
My role for this film was the editor, both visuals and sound. Initially, the plan was for me to be the DOP but because of the issues we had with finding a location for our previous scene (Memento), the rescheduling meant that I missed the shoot day due to work commitments. I was quite disappointed that I didn't get to be there for shoot day, as I have really enjoyed the practical parts of his module and wanted to give this a go to better improve my interior lighting experience, particularly with the artificial window lighting. I was present for all meetings for the initial plan as well as the newfound final project and got to have my input on cinematography ideas from afar, despite my lack of presence on the day. I also scouted some phones to try and help G, unfortunately I fell short as a BT landline was the best I could find. Maybe I should stick to what I'm good at.
Weaknesses of the project:
I think Ben did a great job with the sound, although I think someone made the decision to stop recording boom audio for the second half of the shots because it was pretty silent in the original. I think this is something we should avoid unless it's entirely necessary for storage reasons because it's better to have backup audio from the shotgun mic than to not have it. Not quite sure what happened there.
I think the most obvious issue would be the lighting strength. I was told that the lights were not as powerful as expected, so theres quite a sharp grain in a few places which we obviously want to avoid. I applaud the group for doing the best they could on set, in future we need to get to know the equipment to assess our options for lights with particular power.
For me, my biggest weakness was probably the colour grading. It's something I've been meaning to get better at for a while but I couldn't help as much as I wanted to and I was forced to stick to the very basics of lighting correction, just to avoid overcorrection and beginner mistakes. There were also equipment restrictions for zooming/tracking so I added a digital zoom effect and I'm not sure it works quite as well as I wanted it too, seems a bit too artificial for my liking.
The elephant in the room however is once again organisation and time management. I think the hiccup with the memento scene would have definitely been avoided if everyone was at the initial meeting where G and I decided to do Memento. Once we picked it we took too long to return to with the project without the us making a gameplan for a location scouting. Thankfully I think we ended up with a better scene anyway but still a bit frustrating.
Strengths of the project:
I was generally impressed with the final product, especially given the late reorganisation. I think the setup was very well executed, our initial ideas of shadow blocking for the window light went to plan which we knew would be difficult considering the location we had to work with. We managed to get the magic lenses (many thanks) and I think they look stunning. There's definitely a 'filmlike' softness to them which really helps to bring about a more 70s/80s vibe. Shoutout to G as well who did a fantastic job arranging the set and seeking the closest props he could find. I was also impressed with Eve's framing and camera movement, I think she was as accurate as she could be with the equipment and environment she had available.
For my personal input I felt I did a decent job sound wise. The scene is so silent so I expected sound to be very straightforward but there was a big complication in replicating the very subtle silent room tones of the original and maintaining a constant silent room tone. Sound design is something I'm interested in but I've not had as much experience in so I think the overall soundscape is efficient and while there are some minor flaws, I did the best I could do in the timeframe. I think my favourite sound uses is where he leans over to listen under the door, I found a take where there is an almost wind whistling sound to emulate a draft. It's very subtle but I feel that with sound design it's the minor things that make the most impact.
I also recorded a little bit of foley as there wasn't a sound effect that really matched the part where he readjusts himself on the bed holding his shotgun. I have a pretty crappy on camera mic that I used to try and emulate it and merged some other sounds from a different take to get the best sound texture.
Final Thoughts:
Overall, I've honestly enjoyed in this module. I feel I've revisited some things I knew before, refreshing the mind, and I've learned some helpful new stuff to improve my cinematography game on a theory and practical level. Think it's probably what I'm looking at the most for the future, but there's definitely a good way to go with the research and learning.
Not sure if you're lecturing us next trimester but thanks Andrew, your lectures and tutorials for this module were genuinely good craic, with interesting content and the feedback was always very constructive and useful for me (and the rest of the group I'm sure).
P.S. Think there's a couple more posts in my notes somewhere, will fork them out when I get the chance.
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Yes. I had treats. 🤣
#blu❤️#dogs#i have laryngitis for some reason#sometimes i operate my phone camera by voice command#i missed what i think would have been a fantastic shot because my phone did not understand my pitiful squeak of the word 'capture'#i was so upset#I'll never have Blu posed by those flowers with the light steaming the way it was again#he had his face in a slightly different spot and it was beautiful#but no#i missed it and he wouldn't pose the same way again#oh by the way that is 'poo corner' in the background by the gate 🤣
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Surprise, surprise.
Author's note: This is my first ever written one shot. The inspiration popped into my head during my shower. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy
Fluffy one shot.
Part 1.
// Introduction //
A little info about Y/N and Vinnie.
So, you guys met during the first Covid lockdown.
You weren’t really seeing anyone of your friends during this time because you didn’t feel like taking any risks. So the only way for you to interact with anyone, was via social media. Before lockdown you also kind of give up on the idea of finding a lover because the last time you gave it a shot it didn’t work out.
You remember one of your best friends told you ‘’ Once you start focusing on yourself, it’ll come to you. ‘’ Well, what better way to focus on yourself other than during quarantine?
That’s when Vinnie came into the picture.
After many failed attempts of having a normal conversation with serval people, the last thing Vinnie expected was to meet someone like you. A lot of the time people tried to take advantage of the fact that he was famous. They would post his personal info on social media and share their conversations for clout. Just like you, Vinnie was kind of over the idea of meeting someone who would like him for his personality instead of his name.
You guys instantly clicked. It felt like talking to someone you’ve known your entire life. There wasn’t a thing you couldn’t share with another. But because the two of you lived in different time zones you couldn’t talk as much as you’d like, but you made it manageable. There was only one problem; traveling was not an option due to Covid, so the two of you had never seen each other in real life.
Until now…
// End of introduction //
Alex (Warren) set up his camera to make a video.
He clicked on record and looked into the camera.
‘’ So as you guys know, Vinnie and Y/N met online in the beginning of Covid, but they’ve never officially seen each other in real life. Now that traveling is allowed again and Vinnie hasn’t been feeling himself lately, I thought it was a good idea to surprise him. I bought y/n a plan ticket so she can come over and hopefully cheer Vinnie up. And I will document the entire journey. ‘’
// Vinnie’s POV //
It’s noon. I lay on my bed, scrolling on my phone through TikTok. I haven’t heard from Y/N all day. Normally she would call me before going to bed herself, but she never did. I tried texting her but no reply.
Y/NNNN????
Yo bro, you there???
I miss your voiceeee
Please don’t be asleep already
Pick up!!!!!! Or else I’m coming for you.
God, I wish I could just fly to wherever she was at and kiss her entire face. Because, yes, I am indeed in love with her, and she feels the same way about me. I just never thought I could recognize so much of myself in someone else. She’s the most kind, beautiful and loving person I know, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms one day and never let go.
I’m starting to daydream about a life with y/n without the long distance, because it truly sucks. Then I hear a knock on the door and before I know it Alex comes rushing in with his camera in his hand.
( Vinnie & Alex )
‘’ Vinnie, say hello to everyone! ‘’
‘’ Hello everyone. Alex what do you want? ‘’
‘’ Why are you assuming I want something from you? ‘’
‘’ Because you only enter my room if you either have one of your crazy ideas to share or if you want me to get involved in something I probably shouldn’t get involved into. ‘’
‘’ Pfft, not true. My ideas aren’t crazy, they’re brilliant in their own way. ‘’
Alex grins at me. Suspiciously.
‘’ Anyways that’s not the point Vincent, I actually came in to see if you would join me to get some groceries because the only thing left are rise waffles and I’m starving. ‘’
Alex is blinking his eyes with the same grin he has had on from the moment he came into my room.
He’s not going to leave until I agree on coming. So before I know it, we’re on our way to the grocery store.
// Y/N’s POV //
I received a text from Alex a few weeks ago. He told me about his idea to surprise Vinnie. I couldn’t be more excited. Ever since Vinnie and I started talking I have pushed many of my personal boundaries. In a positive way. Vinnie has helped me regain trust in others and has showed me that love is real. I have lost my faith in love due to my previous experiences. That’s why the connection that I have with Vinnie is so important to me.
I have arrived at the airport as I turn on my phone. My phone starts to receive all the missed text messages and calls from Vinnie. I smile as I read through them.
‘’ Oh Vin, if only you knew ‘’ I think to myself.
I hear someone yelling my name behind me. As I turn around, I see Nailea running towards me.
Nailea is a close friend of Vinnie so of course she was the first to know about Vinnie’s contact with me. She’s been super kind to me, and I consider her as the sister I never had.
Nailea hugs me once she has approached me.
( Y/N & Nailea )
‘’ OH MY GOD. Girl, I am so happy that you’re finally hereeeee!!! ’’
I laugh as I see people around looking at us.
‘’ I am also very happy to be here. To finally meet everyone. For real. ‘’
‘’ Yea, now tell me, does my nose look bigger on the screen than in real life? ‘’
‘’ Hahaha, no Nai. You look fantastic on the screen and even better in real life. ‘’
Nailea and I take my stuff and walk out of the airport.
Once settled in the car, I receive a text from Alex:
We’re almost at the store. He hasn’t got a clue. See you there.
This is all a part of Alex his big plan. First, I will act like a regular costumer shopping at the same store as Vinnie and Alex. Then once they get back, Alex will distract Vinnie just a little longer, so he won’t notice me walking past the car right away. Brilliant.
// Vinnie’s POV //
Alex and I walk into the store.
‘’ Alright, what do we need? ‘’
‘’ Anything but rise waffles. ‘’
I shake my head, laughing, as I walk to the lemonade aisle.
Alex is taking out his camera and starts filming me from a far.
I start singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga as I act like I'm hiding from him.
‘’ Oh, you should also take a few cans of coke. ‘’ Alex suggests.
As I walk towards the aisle with cans of lemonade, I notice a girl standing in front of it. Her hair instantly reminds me of Y/N. The exact same length, color and texture. Call me a simp, but I just pay a lot of attention to the girl I love. I slowly approach the girl before Alex attacks be by throwing a teddy bear on my head.
‘’ Hey, watch it! ‘’ I fix my hair.
‘’ Sorry man, I just know how much you like teddy bears. ‘’ Alex’s laughing out loud as he zooms in to my face.
I laugh, as I start to think back to the day Alex thought it would be funny to buy a giant teddy bear and have Patrick in it to scare me.
Just then, I notice the girl was gone. I didn’t see her anywhere else again.
After collecting all the stuff, we needed, we went home.
Once we arrived home, Alex stopped me before I opened my car door.
‘’ Let’s just sit here for a bit and talk about some stuff. ‘’ I stare at Alex with a confused look on my face.
‘’ Yea, because the viewers want to know, how are things going between you and Y/N? ‘’
I scratch the back of my neck and start feeling the heat take over my cheeks.
‘’ I mean, it’s hard sometimes. She’s one of the most important people in my life, yet I haven’t even met her in person. But I just know that once I do, that everything will naturally fall into it’s place. ‘’
Alex pouts as he listens to all the sweet things I have to say.
‘’ You really like her, don’t you? ‘’
‘’ I mean, yea I do. I really do. ‘’
‘’ Alright, so imagine her standing in front of you right now, what would you do? ‘’
I look at my hands as I start to imagine a situation like that.
‘’ Uh… If she was standing in front of me right now.. I would.. ‘’ My eyes scan a figure walking past the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
// Y/N’s POV //
Shit, I almost got caught. The plan was to go into the store, just to admire Vinnie from a far. I didn’t plan to stand in the exact aisle, where he needed to get something from. Luckily, Alex had a plan to distract Vinnie while I fled to the exit. Phew, that was close.
Alex texted me, saying they were on their way home. That’s when it hit me, I am going to be able to see, touch and kiss Vinnie for the first time ever. Nailea noticed my anxiety kicking in and she told me everything would be just fine.
It didn’t take long before Alex’s car pulled up on the driveway. Alex and Vinnie stayed in the car for a bit. My phone started buzzing as I read the notification: ‘’ Now!’’ That was my cue.
As nervous as one can be, I walked past the car with the person who’s the other half of my heart in it. I didn’t dare to look in his direction.
// Vinnie’s POV //
I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.
I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.
Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.
As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.
‘’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand infront of the lock.
‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.
‘’ Please, let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’
And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.
Click here for part two;
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the offer
a stormy evening. an uninvited guest.
[this fic was written for @millenniumzine: a charity zine celebrating the tenth anniversary of noragami's serialization. there are just a few copies left!!!]
When Hiyori walked into the kitchen, she did not expect to find Yato there.
She certainly did not expect to find him making himself comfortable at the table, propping his feet up on its pristine surface and tipping back what looked suspiciously like a can of her father’s preferred after-work beer. She scowled in his direction until he reluctantly removed his feet from the table.
“Daikoku kicked me out,” Yato said, before she could ask.
“He probably had a good reason.”
Hiyori strode across the kitchen, plucked the can out of his grip, and emptied it straight into the sink. “You have a problem.”
Yato smacked his lips unrepentantly. “It’s not my fault your dad has fantastic taste in booze.”
Hiyori cast him a withering look as she sat down. “How many bottles of coins do you think it would take to cover all the alcohol you’ve ‘borrowed’ off various members of my family?”
Yato winced at the prospect. Hiyori, however, had at last noticed what was missing from the room.
“Where’s Yukine?” she asked.
“Daikoku didn’t kick him out.”
Despite his dejected tone, Yato didn’t look particularly sad. He cast his eyes sideways out the window, where the sky was the color of an old bruise.
As if on cue, a single raindrop struck the window. Several more followed, plinking harmlessly against the glass. Seconds later, the sky seemed to swing open, unleashing a cascade of water that hammered the roof like ammunition. Hiyori shuddered at the thought of venturing outside.
Yato seemed to have the same idea, because when he looked back at her his eyes were as full of innocence as a sacrificial lamb’s.
“You wouldn’t make me walk home in this, would you, Hiyori?” he pleaded.
Hiyori just shivered and scrubbed her shoulders. The temperature in the kitchen had already dropped by several degrees. A warm drink would soon fix that. She rose from the table and went to the cupboards, rummaging for a cup.
“Hiyoriiii…” Yato whined.
Hiyori sighed and brought out a second mug. After all, her mother had raised her to be courteous.
As she moved around the kitchen pouring water and lighting the stove under the kettle, the ferocity of the rain outside seemed to fade, if only in her own ears. She could feel Yato watching her. His attention, though obvious, wasn’t unpleasant. At times, Hiyori got the sense that he was a little fascinated by this sort of domestic ritual. She wondered how many others had ever offered him such simple favors.
From the corner of her eye, Hiyori saw the whipping branches of trees outside the window. The wind had risen to a boisterous gale, battering the windows with sheets of water.
“I hope everyone is safe inside,” she murmured, with a thought for her traveling parents and for Masaomi, who was probably holed up in one of his friend’s leaky apartments. Carrying the two mugs over to the table, she again sat down across from Yato.
“Can you believe this, Hiyori?” he held his phone up at her, the screen bright in her face. She blinked.
“…What?”
“No texts! Not even one angry voicemail! Does he care if I get struck by freak lightning and die?!”
Hiyori’s brain slowly caught up with Yato’s chaotic train of thought.
“I’m sure Yukine knows you’re here,” she said comfortingly, unable to suppress a smile at his indignation.
The volume of the wind outside rose sharply. It howled around the eaves of the house like a starving animal. The mournful noise shuddered down Hiyori’s spine, and she curled her shoulders inward around her cup.
“It sounds horrible out there,” she murmured.
At the very moment Yato opened his mouth to respond, the kitchen plunged into darkness.
Before Hiyori could do more than gasp, there was the soft click of a cigarette lighter. Yato’s face appeared, bathed in flickering yellow.
“Well, isn’t this creepy?” he asked. His voice was full of barely repressed mischief. “It’s okay Hiyori, you can cling to me if you’re scared.”
Hiyori’s cheeks grew warm. She pushed herself out of the chair with a clatter and marched across the kitchen.
“This happens all the time,” she shot back at him. “The house is old. We have candles in every room.”
“Then what’s taking you so long?” Yato asked. She could hear the smirk in his voice and Hiyori grit her teeth, fumbling in the kitchen drawers for the expected candles.
When she returned, pointedly not making eye contact with Yato, she set her findings on the table: a single, well-used tea light that, based on the remaining wax, promised fifteen minutes of illumination at most.
“Not very disaster-prepared, are you?” Yato asked. A question Hiyori did not dignify with a response.
Yato lit the candle, then snuffed the cigarette lighter and replaced it in his pocket. The anemic glow did very little to dispel the shadows in the room, but it was a more steady source than the lighter’s open flame.
“This is almost as bad as one of Kofuku’s,” Hiyori observed, staring out the window into the roaring storm. The old house was sturdy enough, but that didn’t stop its ancient bones from shivering and groaning with each savage gust.
Yato eyed Hiyori’s white-knuckled grip on the mug. He leaned over the table toward her, and she felt her cheeks heating up again under the keenness of his gaze.
“My offer still stands, you know,” he said. Hiyori blinked.
“Your offer?”
An odd expression flashed across Yato’s face. It was almost sheepish, but gone before Hiyori could make anything more of it.
“The offer for you to cling to m—”
“Oh, that one,” she said. “No thanks.”
Yato clapped a hand to his chest in exaggerated fashion, collapsing back into the chair with a defeated exhale. Hiyori hoped the darkness of the room concealed her raging blush.
“One day, Hiyori,” he said, stirring his tea. “You’re going to beg for my godly favor, and I won’t be there to help you.”
She almost laughed in his face.
“Yato. I have.”
The corner of his mouth tugged downward.
“I would definitely remember that,” he said, and Hiyori narrowed her eyes.
“You don’t remember when you took my money, evaded my calls, and used my vulnerabilities to your own advantage?”
Yato winced. “‘Used’ is a harsh word.”
“Would ‘exploited’ be more accurate?”
He fell silent at that, which bothered her. Hiyori wasn’t used to getting the last word.
“I guess it would,” he said. His voice was light, and if Hiyori could have seen his expression she might have believed it a joke. But his eyes were in shadow, and the shape of his mouth was flat and humorless.
“What I meant…”
Her words trailed off. Hiyori desperately wished for Yukine to be there. She didn’t know why the mood had altered, nor why the air seemed to thicken in her mouth when she tried to speak.
“I just meant that…you’ve already helped me.”
Her voice dropped to little more than a whisper at the end, and her scalp tingled with shame. Why was this such an awkward admission? She’d told him as much before. Hiyori’s ears grew impossibly hotter as she remembered how effortlessly—how proudly she’d claimed him as her god of fortune.
This was different.
The struggling flame from the tea light had been barely enough to illuminate their faces, and as the seconds ticked by, its glow was weakening.
She dared to hope Yato hadn’t heard her.
“Hiyori.”
Her head snapped up. Yato’s voice was startlingly close. He leaned toward her again, both elbows resting on the table. Hiyori made the mistake of meeting his eyes. She wondered, sometimes, how anyone could think blue eyes cold.
“You’re kind,” he said, simply.
Hiyori made an embarrassing sound in the back of her throat. To escape Yato’s eyes, she hid her steaming face in her mug and took an ambitious gulp of what turned out to be very cold, bitter tea.
Spluttering, she set her cup back on the table and reached for Yato’s, horrified when she saw he had already consumed its entire contents.
“Why did you drink the whole thing?!” she wailed, brandishing the empty cup in Yato’s face.
“I thought it was fine,” he said.
Hiyori glared at him, inexplicably furious. She wasn’t sure toward whom that anger was directed, but it felt more substantial than a dispute over cold tea.
At that moment, the candle went out.
Yato cursed—colorfully but quietly—and she heard the lighter flick again. The candle flared once, then went out.
Hiyori blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the absolute darkness. Outside, the tempest was amassing its forces. There was no lightning in this storm: only rain, wind, and utter dark.
It was the kind of storm that spawned monsters, and Hiyori, despite herself, was afraid of it.
“I’m sure we have a flashlight,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Before Hiyori could even lurch out of her chair, a set of fingers closed around her wrist. She froze. Surely, surely, Yato could feel the wild hammering of her blood beneath his thumb.
“Is this all right?” he asked.
Hiyori didn’t immediately respond. She was stunned at how unexpectedly warm his hand felt against hers. Interpreting her silence as a denial, Yato immediately withdrew, and Hiyori’s stomach plunged horribly at the loss of contact.
“No, w—”
She barely had to speak before his hand returned, closing gently around her wrist. She allowed him to move her fingers so that they interlocked with his. The tension began to drain out of her body, and Hiyori dared not question why.
“This doesn’t count,” she heard herself blurt.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew Yato was looking at her, confused. Gathering herself as best she could, Hiyori said:
“This doesn’t count towards your offer.”
Yato didn’t respond immediately, but his fingers tightened around hers. A conversation like this really would be impossible if she could see him.
“Of course it doesn’t,” he replied. “That’s why I’m not charging.”
The fondness in Yato’s voice set her ears aflame, and she lost any ready response she might have had. She was almost glad that she couldn’t see his expression
The pressure of his hand around hers was gentle. He cradled it like it was an exquisite thing. Tingling warmth seemed to spread from her chest through her whole body: not the heat of embarrassment, but something tender and protective. Something that made moisture spring to her eyes, and urged her to curl her fingers tighter around Yato’s own.
A little longer, Hiyori thought. She held Yato’s hand tight in hers, and she prayed to the storm.
Just a little bit longer like this.
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Alex + Julie "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better."
you sent me this prompt a million years ago i'm sorry it took me so long to answer it. warning for friendship breakup angst. there's no carrie redemption arc in this fic but there IS alexjulie friendship.
with love on their throats | g | 1.7k | alex&julie, past julie&carrie
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Julie doesn’t mean to ignore the boys all afternoon, but Carrie’s birthday was hard last year and so far, this year doesn’t seem to be getting any easier.
She has the foresight to turn her phone off, at least, this year. She can’t handle the social media posts from everyone else at their school. They’re probably in Carrie’s pool, in her kitchen, in her living room. Probably throwing around the throw cushions that Julie’s mom taught her and Carrie to sew covers for when they were ten. Maybe even smashing the glasses Julie used to drink Trevor’s homemade iced tea out of when she would come to visit before Carrie got home from sport in the evenings. The idea of seeing these familiar spaces still just… out there, existing, rather than stuck in the past along with her and Carrie’s friendship, makes Julie nauseous.
Plus, there’s the added bonus of not being able to text Carrie something reckless she might regret.
So her phone’s switched off. Her dad knows not to bother her today anyway, since he had a front-row seat to whole Carrie mess when it happened. He just shot her a sympathetic glance over breakfast and hasn’t spoken to her at all. Carlos is at a friend’s house, and wouldn’t bother her even if he were home.
It’s just the ghosts Julie is avoiding, locked her bedroom door, perched on her window seat with her headphones on, watching YouTube on her laptop.
Which means it scares her half to death when Alex waves a hand in front of her face.
She yanks her headphones off and curses, sharp and a little louder than she means to, and Alex jumps back like he’s been burned. “Julie! Uh, hi, hey. Sorry to scare you.”
“Why didn’t you knock?!” she demands, still breathless. “It’s you, you know better! Boundaries!”
At least Alex has the decency to look shamefaced. “I know, listen, it’s just -- we were worried about you! And we did knock, a lot, actually, but I don’t think you could hear us? So I said we should give you space but Luke and Reg started psyching each other out, and Luke’s never been able to handle space the same way since the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident--”
Which, okay, yeah, that’s fair enough. Julie still shudders at the memory of the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident.
“-- so then I got nominated because, well, Reg worried you might be getting changed or something, and that makes me the obvious choice, not that I wanted to be the obvious choice, just that -- okay, I’m doing a bad job, what I mean is --”
Finally, she decides to put him out of his misery. “Alex, stop. It’s fine.”
Relieved, he lets out a breath and leans on his knees, looking up at her with pretty, apologetic eyes. “Still. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to frighten you, we just… got worried. And wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been in here all day.”
Julie nods and looks back at her laptop, where the YouTube video is still playing, and pauses it.
She hasn't looked back over at Alex when he says, cautious, "Are you okay?"
When she replies, “Yeah,” it isn’t because she wants to lie to him, necessarily. It’s more because she doesn’t know how to untangle her feelings enough to lay them out in front of him. More because it’s hard to explain why she still misses someone who she knows hurt her, who she knows should have known better.
It’s hard to explain why she feels guilt, and grief, over something she chose to let go.
The window seat dips when he sits down next to her, fingers twisted together in his lap, shoulders rolled forward. He’s offering her the tiniest, encouraging smile in the form of a little quirk at the corner of his mouth. Julie loves him so much that it softens the heartache, just for a moment.
But then it returns. Just as strong. Just as unreasonable. Just as painful.
“It’s Carrie’s birthday,” she tells him, without even knowing why she says it.
“Oh,” he replies, which seems fair. She doesn’t know what she’d say in his position. He chews his lip, a crease forming in his brow. “You guys used to be friends, right?”
God, can she talk about this out loud? It’s easier to joke with Flynn, to make fun of the situation, because Flynn saw it all play out, held Julie when she cried, stopped being friends with Carrie in solidarity. Explaining the situation from start to finish, to someone new, just feels impossible.
So instead she says, “Do you ever miss someone you know you can’t have back? Or not that you can’t. But you know you shouldn’t. You know that you can’t get them back, or you’d have to give up too much for it and it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Because sure, if Julie was really committed, she’s sure she could grovel her way back into Carrie’s inner circle. But as much as she misses her, she’s not prepared to do it.
Alex nods, understanding. “Yeah,” he says plainly. “Yeah, I do. Tons of people.”
Julie’s surprised, but she supposes she shouldn’t be. The boys talk about Alex’s family the way Julie’s mom used to talk about ghosts -- never directly, otherwise they’d hear her and be summoned -- and after the whole thing with Trevor, well. It makes sense.
“Can I get it to stop?” Julie asks. “I had to turn off my phone before I did something stupid like text her. What would I even say? Why would I want to say anything?”
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. He leans over so their shoulders bump together, and she leans her head on him. “It’s okay to miss her, you know. You guys had good things in your friendship -- I mean, I guess, right? That’s why you miss it?”
Julie nods, closing her eyes. There are so many good memories she doesn’t even know where to start. Running in the park. Sitting at the piano together. Fashion shows for their dads and Julie’s mom in the living room of the Wilsons’ huge house. Sleepovers with Flynn full of bickering and giggling and pillow fights. Birthday parties, their whole lives.
“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a good reason for stepping away,” Alex says.
That’s true, too. Julie’s pretty sure they didn’t have that good stuff for a while before their friendship ended, in reality. Carrie was becoming… snappish. Self-absorbed. All she wanted to do was boss the other girls in dance class around, and she didn’t ask to hear Julie’s songs anymore. Julie knew that being a good friend meant weathering the good with the bad, but she gave Carrie what felt like a million chances, and she wasn’t getting anything back. When she’d tried to bring it up to Carrie, things had… exploded.
She explains as much to Alex, in fits and spurts, and finishes with, “She just… blew up at me, she told me she’d been sick of me for ages and asked why I hadn’t noticed. Like I was just supposed to realise that we weren’t friends anymore without her telling me.” Sucking in a shaky breath, she manages, “And then my mom…”
“Oh, Julie,” Alex murmurs softly into her hair. She’s trying not to cry, she really is, but it feels all bubbly at the surface of her chest, and the way he puts an arm around her and squeezes tight shows that he can tell.
“I know it’s silly,” she chokes, “but it feels like we broke up, or something, even though we were just friends. It hurts so much just thinking about her.”
“It’s not silly,” he assures her, and wraps his other arm around her, too, so he’s hugging her close to him with her head against his chest. “There’s nothing less important about friends, and a friendship ending can really suck. Especially how she did it.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, and doesn’t draw attention to the few tears making their way down her cheeks. They sit like that for a moment, then Alex says quietly, “You’re a wonderful friend. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve so much better.”
Sniffling, Julie rubs her sleeve across her eyes, wiping away the tears. The thought dawns on her like the sunrise after a long, sleepless night. “I have so much better,” she realises out loud. “I have Flynn. And Dad and Carlos. And you and Luke and Reggie.”
“We are pretty fantastic,” Alex agrees, faux-smug, but his eyes are still cautious, and affectionate. “But it’s okay to be upset anyway.”
“I know,” she says. And she does. “But I think I’m almost done being upset. For now, at least. Maybe we could run through a few songs?”
“I’m sure the boys would love that,” Alex tells her, smiling, and he goes to stand up but she holds on tighter, so he won’t leave the hug.
He just feels so steady, and comforting, and she’ll never really get over being able to actually hold them. “Can we just. Stay here for a moment, first?”
Easing himself back down, Alex grins and pulls her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Of course,” Alex says. “We can take as long as you need. Just us, or the others, too?”
She pauses. “The others, too.”
Alex closes his eyes, and Julie knows he’s reaching out to the others, through their one leftover remnant of their time in the afterlife, tugging at their leads until they come to find him. A moment later, Reggie and Luke both pop into presence in the middle of her room, puppy-eyed with worry and hope.
“Julie?” asks Reggie quietly, fiddling with his fingers.
“You good?” Luke asks, on the balls of his feet.
“Yeah,” she tells them. “Just needed a hug.”
Within moments, they’re all around her and Alex, Reggie’s arm around her waist, Luke’s leg somehow, inexplicably, over her lap. Alex makes an insulted noise, but he’s so relaxed, Julie knows he must not mean it. When she presses her ear to his collarbone, Julie can hear his heartbeat, solid and alive, miraculous. Her friend’s heartbeat. Her friends, all around her.
Things are still bittersweet, and it’s still Carrie’s birthday, but Julie is still surrounded by love, enveloped in it, living in it. She can be sad for what’s gone, and be grateful for what she has, at the same time.
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wonderland (kristie mewis x uswnt!reader)
all the memories and suppressed feelings flood back when she gets called up to the national team again.
word count: 2624 ish
rated D for dumb idiots. also F for flustered reader. and A for a little angsty.
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it was tuesday morning when you had a near death experience.
jordan thinks that you’re being overdramatic but you don’t listen to her anyways.
on your off day of training the team decided to go out to have a nice breakfast together at a cafe.
there was the usual banter, disgusting couple moments (you constantly made gagging noises at them), and general stupidity.
after a bit the conversation dulled a little, but spiked again when jordan said:
“hey doesn’t the uswnt roster drop today?”
oh crap you forgot about that.
“oh crap yes it does.”
you were pretty sure you were going to make it again.
you’ve been very constant with your playing, scoring goals nationally and at the wsl alike.
still you couldn’t help the nerves that crept their way up your skin, and you handed your phone to jordan to have her read the list .
“read the list of midfielders aloud for me would you?”
the forward accepted it without hesitation, this being a usual exchange between the two of you.
jordan scanned the page a few times before smiling:
“i am proud to present the midfielders for the 2020 netherlands camp-“
“oh stop it just get on with it.”
“well i was before you rudely interrupted me-“
“alright whatever well keep going then.”
“julie ertz.”
“ditto.”
“lindsey horan.”
“also a given.”
“rose lavelle.”
“obviously.”
“catarina macario.”
“i’m not surprised.”
“sam mewis.”
“uh huh”
“and yours truly, y/n y/ln.”
the table cheered a little and you blushed, taking a bite of your avocado toast to hide your smile.
“oh and kristie mewis.”
and then you inhaled sharply, choking on your bite of food.
“who?” you managed to get out through a fit of coughing.
your inquiry was met with an array of exclamations.
“do you not know who kristie mewis is?”
“sam mewis’s sister?”
“won the challenge cup with dash?”
“dated rachel daly?”
“how do you not know who she is?!”
“you’re american for god’s sake!”
you ignored them all and instead said to jordan:
“can you hand me the water?”
jordan furrowed her eyebrows and handed you a glass of water as you coughed away.
you shot her a thankful glance before it was broken again by your nonstop coughing.
daan turned and slapped you a few times on the back which helped slightly.
for the rest of the breakfast jordan noticed you were much quieter, resorting to staring off into space instead of filling the silences with bad jokes.
after breakfast she caught up with you.
“alright spill.”
you shot her a look of confusion.
“spill about what?”
“you and kristie.”
“there’s nothing to spill.”
“that’s a lie and you know that.”
“i- hey would you look at the time i gotta go!”
you glanced at your wrist quickly before running off.
jordan shook her head before yelling out:
“you don’t even have a watch on!”
~~
steph watched the two of you and shook her head.
you and kristie were bickering about something across the field, too caught up in your own world to pay attention to the fact that training had ended.
steph and kristie were both boston college grads, and the two had been close friends before signing together.
kristie had taking a particular liking to you, and within the first week of training you found yourself included in everything the they did.
the three of you played for the boston breakers, sharing an apartment, a car, and consequently all your personal spaces as well.
and so it was only fitting that the three of you bickered.
a lot.
you and kristie more than anyone.
“that is the worst show in existence!”
“no it is not the cinematography is fantastic it’s-“
“no the acting is so bad!”
“no it’s not i-“
“you just have bad show choices.”
you gasped in offense.
“take it back.”
kristie grinned and stuck her tongue out at you.
“never.”
“well then you better run.”
kristie’s eyes widened when you lunged at her.
she took off but you, being faster tackled her to the ground.
your fingers dug into her sides and through a fit of laughter she relented.
“okay okay! i take it back! you have good taste in shows!”
you grinned triumphantly and stopped, your hands on both sides of kristie’s head as you looked down at her.
kristie’s cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved slightly as she looked up at you.
you were briefly aware of the pounding in your ears and butterflies in your stomach.
your eyes locked onto hers and unbeknownst to you you were leaning in but kristie was very, very aware of it, and just as she was about to lean in as well, steph’s yell broke the two of you out of your trance.
“hey training is over idiots!”
you shoot up so fast that your vision goes a little bit black.
you stumble a little bit before finding your balance.
“shut up mccaffrey you almost gave me a heart attack.”
you look down to see kristie still on the ground before you stick a hand out to help her up.
“what were the two of you even fighting about?”
you gave kristie a pointed look before saying:
“this idiot said my show choice was bad.”
steph thought about it for a minute.
“well i mean she isn’t wrong.”
kristie lets out an exclamation after hearing that.
“see?! i told you!”
“hey! you took it back!”
“doesn’t mean it isn’t true!”
“i’m being bullied.”
“oh shut up y/n.”
~~
adjusting your mask and sunglasses, you made your way out of the plane with a few of your teammates.
you had just landed in the netherlands, and coming from england you had a shorter flight compared to most of the team, who would be landing in an hour or so.
you were brimming with excitement at meeting up with your us teammates, as you hadn’t seen them since the beginning of the pandemic.
even then you didn’t get to see them often as you played in the wsl.
you had signed with arsenal in 2017, after the league folded and the boston breakers disbanded, as you were done with the american soccer system.
england had welcomed you with open arms, and you soon made a home there, flying back every so often for national team camps and games.
so when the pandemic hit and a handful of your teammates signed for international clubs, you were ecstatic.
even if they signed for opposing teams.
at least none of them signed for chelsea.
christen gave you a little tap when she saw your suitcases, and you gave her a thankful look before going to grab them.
when everyone was settled, you made your way to the bus and set off on your way to the hotel.
“sam how excited are you that kristie is coming?”
your head snapped up at the mention of the midfielder’s name, an action sam noticed but didn’t comment on.
“i’m so happy! she’s happy too on being called back and can’t wait to see her old teammates again!”
your cheeks flushed a little when sam’s eyes met yours at the end of her statement, and you suddenly found the ground very interesting.
it was a little later when you arrived at the hotel and rose kicked your foot that you looked up.
making your way into the hotel was an interesting experience.
on one hand you were beyond excited that you were back with the national team, yet on the other hand the prospect of seeing kristie made you want to throw up a little bit.
it’s not that you didn’t want to see her.
you were nervous because you liked? like? her.
of course this you realized way after you had left the us.
or rather, just as you were about to leave.
~~
you stood, heart racing as you stood in front of kristie’s door.
your hand hovered above it for a little bit as you tried to swallow and breathe normally.
you had already told steph and the rest of your friends but why was it so much harder to tell kristie?
were you afraid of what she was going to say?
that you were going to leave the country, leave the nwsl, and leave her?
you take a deep breath to calm down and you gave it a little knock.
the door flies open in less than a second.
“y/n! what are you doing here?”
kristie’s cheery demeanor rattled you a little bit.
upon seeing your face she frowned.
“what’s wrong?”
“i-“
your mouth was so dry and it trembled a little.
you could feel your heartbeat in your ears, tears threatening to spill.
kristie’s looking at you with a face full of worry now, and you couldn’t get the words out.
“i-“
you close your mouth again and take a second to look at her.
noting the ways her eyes sparkled and the way her hair was falling out from her bun in little curls over her shoulders.
and then it comes out in a hushed whisper when you least expect it.
“i’m moving to england.”
kristie looks at you too stunned to speak.
she whispers:
“when are you leaving?”
you look down at the ground.
“tomorrow.”
you keep your eyes trained on the ground, too scared to look up at her, knowing that when you look at her the tears you’ve fought so hard to hold back are going to spill.
the silence that falls between you is too heavy. too thick. too constricting.
you find yourself lunging forward towards the midfielder, wrapping her in a hug as the tears spill.
“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.”
kristie doesn’t say anything.
she just hugs you harder.
you break away when you have to, but as soon as you turn kristie grabs your wrist.
you turn to ask her what’s wrong but her lips are on yours in an instant.
before you can even process what happened she pulls back.
“you’re going to kill it in england.”
and then she walks into the apartment and shuts the door.
~~
ironically you walk into a door when you see her.
to be fair it wasn’t your fault.
it was hers.
well maybe it was yours.
your head had been all over the place in the past few days, ever since the prospect of seeing her was brought up.
when you had left five years ago, you couldn’t help but replay that kiss over and over in your head.
you couldn’t believe all the signs you had missed.
so yeah.
you were nervous.
and so with music blasting in your headphones, you were prepping for a run, and subsequently not paying any attention to where you were walking and she opens the door right in your face.
you stumble a little bit backwards, before falling down.
you haven’t even looked up, instead sitting on the ground rubbing your forehead and cursing.
it’s when a pair of sneakers appears in front of you that you look up.
and you actually choke on air.
before you stood the woman you had been thinking about, sporting an amused smile and quirked eyebrow.
she says something you don’t hear and it’s only when she leans down and takes your headphones off that you notice them.
your cheeks flush and you mutter an embarrassed “oops” which elicited a chuckle from the midfielder in front of you.
she extends her hand out to you and you take it, sparks shooting up your arm at the contact.
she pulls you into a hug and the two of you quickly fall into conversation.
here up close, you can spot all the changes and similarities of the girl you left 5 years ago.
the five years had been great to her, she was now even more breathtaking than before, no longer the awkward kid but a gorgeous woman.
she almost looks like a completely different person.
almost.
but you notice the same ways her eyes sparkle when she talks, the way the corners of her mouth tug up slowly when she smiles, and the way she tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear and you know this is the same girl you were so smitten with 5 years ago.
“you done checking me out now?”
your gaze snaps back up to her face and blush, a little surprised by her statement.
kristie gives you a teasing smile before saying:
“come on i’m just joking.”
she even has the audacity to wink at you.
and this behavior continues.
for the whole training camp she flirts with you.
you’re a little taken aback by the confidence in the girl.
with the constant winking and flirting and fleeting touches you’re pretty sure she’s trying to kill you.
“y/n. y/n!”
sonnett’s voice snaps your gaze back onto her face.
“sorry what?”
“you were so far into la la land i almost had to get ryan gosling to come get you.”
you shoot her an annoyed look.
“oh shut up no.”
your eyes drift back to the other side of the field, to where kristie was.
sonnett rests her chin on your shoulder and says:
“so who are we checking out today?”
you turn to her and scowl.
“no one.”
“you’re no fun.”
“no.”
“come on you love me.”
“no.”
~~
and of course she scores.
of course.
no matter how hyped the game was.
or how difficult the netherlands defense was.
of course she scores.
she had been on for less than two minutes when she did so too.
you’re so excited you almost trip over your own feet.
she runs to you and you catch her as she jumps, and soon the rest of the team comes to envelop the two of you in a hug.
“i’m so fucking proud of you,” you whisper, and when everyone has relaxed a little, she kisses you.
it’s firmer and more insistent than the one from five years ago.
it’s almost like she knows what she wants and what you want.
you pull away after a few seconds, but only because you have a game to win still.
“come on kris let’s kick some ass.”
you let go of her and the two of you make your way back to your positions.
a few of your arsenal teammate shoot you teasing glances, and you blush when you meet them.
and when the whistle blows thirty minutes later, they make sure to tease you about it after the game.
you see kristie walking towards you and you grin, but before she gets there sam steps in front of you.
you look up at her, and when she doesn’t speak you fill the silence.
“i promise not to hurt her.”
sam quirks an eyebrow and leans in to whisper:
“you better not. or i will tear off your arm and beat you with i-“
“sam!”
kristie gives her sister a little slap in the arm before pulling you away with her.
“hey.”
“um h-hey,” you stammer, rubbing your neck nervously.
“you’re so cute.”
you blush a bit, your heart racing.
kristie catches your hand when it comes down and intertwines her fingers with yours.
“go on a date with me?”
you blush even harder and nod enthusiastically, not trusting your voice at this point.
she gives you a look before leaning in and connecting her lips with yours.
“hey please don’t bang my sister on the field!”
#kristie mewis#kristie mewis x reader#kristie mewis imagine#uswnt imagine#uswnt x reader#woso imagine#woso imagines
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you found me | myg (m)
⏤ Pairing: Yoongi x reader
⏤ Genre: smut, fluff
⏤ Word Count: 5.5k
⏤ Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare,
⏤ Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.
- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake and special thanks to @excusemin for beta-reading!
Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.
Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.
He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze.
Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?
Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.
He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.
You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.
Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.
“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.
The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.
You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.
You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you.
Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.
You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.
“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.
“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.
Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.
“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”
“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.
“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.
“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.
“You don’t want the reward?”
“No.”
“Then how can I repay you?”
“You don’t have to?”
He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.
“You don’t want anything?”
“No?”
“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.
“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.
“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”
“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.
“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.
“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”
Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée.
“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?”
You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.
“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”
“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”
“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.
Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked. He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.
You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.
“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.”
“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.”
“Of course. I’ll see you later?”
You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.
Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.
Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?
You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.
You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.
Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N.
You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard
Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch.
You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.
As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.
“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!”
“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously.
“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”
“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”
“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”
Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”
“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.
“Why would I ever want to?”
“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.
“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.
“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.
“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.
You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.
“Thank you, you’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.
“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.”
“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.
You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started.
You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.
You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.
You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.
“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.
“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.
“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.
Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.
“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”
“Yoongi…”
“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”
“Yoongi, please-”
“Just stay away from me, you freak!”
You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease.
You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself.
You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.
Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.
“Y/N?” he asked groggily.
“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.
But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.
“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.
You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.
“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.
Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.
Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.
Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.
Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?”
“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.
“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”
You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.
“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.
“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”
Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.
“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”
You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer.
Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.
The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.
“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”
“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.”
Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet.
The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.
“Yoongi?”
“Hmmm?”
You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.
Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey.
Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.
“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”
“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.
“I want you. So badly.”
Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.
Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.
Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.
“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.
You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.
“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”
“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.
“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.
“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”
“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”
“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.
“For you. Please, Yoongi.”
Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head.
Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time.
“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”
“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”
A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.
“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.
“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”
You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.
Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise.
“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.
“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”
“Oh. Ugh.”
“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”
“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.”
You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.
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Now, Brugel is back with her new film "Flashback." Prior to the pandemic, the film was slated for a 2020 release, but the state of the world had other plans. After a long wait, fans can finally dive into the time-bending mystery thriller, which also stars Dylan O'Brien as Fredrick Fitzel. Brugel snagged the role of Fred's ever-understanding boss Evelyn, who watches Fred go down the dark path of a mystery drug called mercury — and possibly time travel.
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Dylan O'Brien: Defying Hollywood stereotypes
"Flashback" is a wild ride and such a cool movie. What drew you to the role of Evelyn?
I mean, Chris MacBride's script was wild, like you said. I think that's the best way to describe it. And I at first was slightly confused, but also exhilarated, and it was really interesting and I'd never seen anything like it. So really, that was the reason I first wanted to just even talk about doing it. And then I was in L.A. for the Emmys, and Chris called me on the phone, and we just had the most beautiful conversation about the film about life and death. And we shared such similar thoughts on parenting and life and death and losing parents and sort of losing time that I was like, "I have to do this."
What was it like working with Dylan O'Brien?
Dylan is the best. I miss Dylan. I didn't know what to expect. I had seen a couple of the things that he had done, but I didn't know if I was going to get this like, too cool for school Hollywood, young, hot guy. He's so the opposite. He's so generous with his work, generous with everyone on set, and the crew. And he's so funny. I didn't expect him to be that funny, and he really took the material seriously and really wanted to put everything that he could into it. I was so impressed with him, and I didn't really have a lot of time with him. All my scenes are with him, but I didn't. They blocked me out in such a short amount of time that I just, I still miss him.
What the heck is going on with Fred?
This is probably Dylan's most psychological movie yet. And Evelyn is one of the few characters who really tether him to reality. So what was it like getting to watch Fred sort of spiral from a reluctant, moderately well-adjusted office employee to this drug spiral tinged with these fantastical layers?
Well, you know, like I said, a part of my draw to it was that the script was so complex and so complicated, but then having to actually go do that, to be able to achieve the time jumps was incredibly difficult and took a lot of scheduling. So we would ... Poor Dylan would have to change costumes or change whether or not he was broken down or if he was very put together. Because we shot in a very tight amount of time, we would flip back and forth between future to present to sort of some of his hallucinations all in a period of three hours. Dylan was a pro — I'll say that first and foremost. There were a couple of times we both accidentally changed into the wrong costume. We just had to run and change into something else.
And that was stressful. But the parts where he would sort of break down and really spiral were some of the best acting I've seen. There was one part where I almost called cut because I was like, "Is he okay?" Like not the character. Is Dylan okay? He really went for it. And Chris would let him sort of improv and let him roll takes and let him really get to the heart of where he needed to get. So it was exciting to watch. But if you care about your co-star, you are also concerned for their mental wellbeing.
Finding humor during intense scenes
Right, yeah. That was a rough progression. Can you remember anything specific that might've been ad-libbed or added in the moment?
I don't know how much of it I'm trying to think made it in. Just when he flips out in the office, and then he sort of flips out. He threw things. He moved furniture. He screamed at people. He ran about the room, and so every take was different. And so it was great. It was very helpful for my reaction and everyone else's reaction because I genuinely didn't know what Dylan, therefore the character, was going to do. So every reaction was authentic every time.There's a part where I jump, and I genuinely jumped because yeah, I didn't know what he was going to do.
Did you or Dylan do anything between takes to lighten the mood for these intense scenes?
Absolutely. We would go outside. We were shooting in, I think it was a hospital turned into a ... I'm not even sure what it was, but it was just a very cold, large sort of office building. And the two of us as artists, I don't spend a lot of time in offices, so we would go outside and gossip about — I can't tell you what we gossiped about, but we have a lot of friends in common or some friends in common. And so it was nice to sort of just be able to discuss stuff outside of the heavy material that was the movie and also bond and get to know one another and trust one another. So when he had to go to those places, he had a friendly face in the room.
Right. Can you think of anything that might be in the blooper reel or something like that?
Oh, my goodness sakes. No. For myself, when I got scared, I ran into a wall twice, but I don't think that made the blooper reel. I just tried to get out of his way and I ran directly into a wall. But I'm hoping that I didn't make the reel.
I would like to see that.
So would I, because I did it twice. Not once.
That's funny.
Twice and it was the same wall.
The next question contains significant spoilers for "Flashback."
The subtle subtext
So I was getting a bit of a "Game of Thrones" vibe at the end of the movie. Is Cindy supposed to be Mrs. Fitzel? Can you say? Do you have a theory?
I think so. Yes. I personally think so. I think that's why my mentioning the conversation with Chris just about like motherhood, and sort of that is a very strange cycle that has happened throughout his life that I personally think so. I'm not sure, but that's how I read it, and that's how I interpreted it. And when I watched it, that's what I was left with and happy with. Very good, though. I'm glad that you picked that up.
I had to go rewatch that scene three times, and I'm like, "Am I just hallucinating this? Or is this intentional?"
No, I think it was very intentional, but not so obvious that there are audience members that would be disappointed with that or not so obvious that it forces audiences to have one conclusion. I think the thing that I like the most about Chris is that he allows audiences to go away and sort of apply their own story or their own theory to his projects. And I think that's really generous as far as an artist is concerned.
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The Night Shift Part 6 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)
Summary: It's Saturday, your dickhead boyfriend is out of town, an old friend is in town, and it's time to get drunk!
Warnings: Drinking, mention of drug use, crippling self doubt
W/C: 4.3k
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Part 1 Part 7
Somehow, the week went exceptionally well. You bugged Frankie each day for the photo he promised you, and each time he grinned and told you that good things came to those who waited. On Wednesday you received a call from the vet telling you the kitten was going to be fine, and she would be put up for adoption when she was old enough. You were initially crushed that the kitten wasn’t going to be yours, but told yourself it was good she was bound to go to a good to a family. You couldn’t give the kind of life a cat deserved.
But most of all, you were almost unreasonably excited for the weekend. You bounced with excitement every time you thought about it - hell, even things with Kurt seemed to be going better. He had planned a hunting trip up north with a few of his friends, and would be gone from Thursday til Monday. He had brought you a bunch of flowers when he ‘broke the news’, not your favourite kind but it was the thought that counted. An entire four days to yourself was more than enough incentive for you to almost force him out the door on Thursday afternoon. With a kiss and a packed lunch and a promise to call, he was gone and the apartment was blessedly empty.
Even better, your best friend Sara was in town.
Fifteen minutes after you watched Kurt’s car pull out of the apartments parking lot, watching the window carefully to make sure he didn’t come back, you called her.
“Can we do something on Saturday? Get drunk, do bad things, anything?” You said by way of greeting.
“Oh hell fucking yes, I’ve been waiting for you to be fun again!” Sara said. You knew that was a not so subtle jab at how much you had changed since Kurt entered your life. You ignored it, like you usually did.
“Saturday sound good to you? I work Friday night and I can’t take it off.” More like you didn’t want to take it off.
“Saturday sounds fantastic. There’s a big fight night happening, and I wanna watch some hot sweaty guys pummel each other.” Sara said. “We can get drunk at the same time. Also I can get some molly if you want.”
“I’ll think about it,” you said, not entirely opposed to the idea of spending the night high as shit. Especially if Kurt wasn’t going to be there to yell at you for it.
“Let me know, sooner rather than later so I can sort it out with my guy,” Sara said. “Anyway babe, I’ve gotta jet, I’ve only got five minutes left on my break and I haven’t eaten yet, love ya!”
“Love you too,” you said, meaning it with your whole heart. Out of all the friends you once had, Sara was the only one who had stuck around after you started dating Kurt. At first, you had choked it up to jealousy, convincing yourself all your other friends were envious of your perfect relationship with a perfect guy. Now looking back, you could see what really happened: you had ditched them. Completely and utterly. Kurt had taken up all of your time, convincing you to stay in when you had plans to go out, telling you that the girls you would have trusted your life with only barely put up with you and it was just so obvious to anyone with an outsider's perspective that they didn’t really like you. You were grateful for Sara, more than words could say.
~*~
Saturday came quickly, and before you knew it, Sara was slamming her fist on your door, a bag stuffed with alcohol slung over her shoulder.
“Bitch!” she screamed in greeting when you finally opened the door, still wrapped in your towel from your shower. She was already dressed, in a tight gold 70s style jumpsuit that made her dark brown skin look like it was glowing from the inside out.
“How do you manage to look so good all the time?” You said, stepping aside to let her in.
“Witchcraft,” Sara said, pulling a bottle of prosecco out of her bag and popping it open. “And like, this whole thing took me all day. Why aren’t you ready yet?”
“I’ve been sleeping all day,” you said, plucking the bottle out of Sara’s hand and taking a swig. It was cold and crisp and filled your partly empty stomach. You continued to take small sips as you got ready, occasionally asking Sara for her girly wisdom on what to wear. She picked out your outfit as you applied makeup. It felt almost foreign, using something other than a mascara and brow pencil. The use of colour and shimmers almost felt like breaking some unwritten rule you had created for yourself since dating Kurt.
“What happened to all your fun clothes?” Sara whined, going through your wardrobe. You shrugged, carefully applying bronzer. Honestly, you weren’t sure. Sometimes things just went missing - you didn’t really question it anymore.
“I’m a miracle worker.” Sara declared after almost fifteen minutes of searching. You looked up at her, then at the small bundle of clothing in her arms. She grinned and flung the pile at you. You held up a black pleather skirt that you hadn’t worn in almost a year, and a black body suit that dipped low in the chest.
“Christ,” you muttered.
“What’s wrong with it,” Sara sounded exasperated, like she had been expecting this from you.
“It’s just-” you hesitated. “I’m not going out to get dick, you know? What’s wrong with a pair of jeans?”
Sara rolled her eyes. “What’s wrong with a pair of jeans? I’ll tell you what: everything. You don’t have to have dick as the aim of the night to look cute. You can look cute for yourself. You know just as well as I do that skirt makes your legs and ass look amazing, especially when paired with the shoes I’ve brought for you. Plus, if someone out tonight decides you look cute enough to buy you drinks, then even better! Because free drinks! You don’t have to fuck them as a thank you, you can just turn around and walk away. So, get dressed and stop complaining.”
You considered Sara’s words for a moment. She was right. After you changed, you admired yourself in the mirror. Your ass really did look amazing, and the strappy black heels that Sara had loaned you accentuated your calves magnificently. Sara stood next to you, arm linked through yours, almost a foot taller in her platforms and with her afro teased to the high heavens.
“God, we’re sexy,” she murmured, taking another swig out of the bottle. “You’re absolutely wasted on Kurt.”
You didn’t bother with your usual retorts to that kind of comment. She’s wrong, you’re lucky to have someone to love you like that at all, no one else would want to if they got to know you, you told yourself. It’s what he had told you over and over again, the words searing themselves inside your brain to repeat each time you began to truly doubt with him.
You finished off the prosecco while you waited for the Uber to arrive, enjoying the warm buzz it left you with. Sara whipped out her phone and began to take photos of the two of you. At first, you shied away from the camera, the words Kurt had said once in a throwaway comment, surely not designed to hurt but did anyway, rang in your ears. You don’t look very good in photos, why do you take so many? After that, you would spend hours staring at old photos of yourself, the flaws that were invisible now glaringly obvious.
Tonight though . . . Tonight you felt pretty. You posed for the camera, following Sara’s instructions as best you could. You took photos of each other throughout the entire ride to the venue where the fight night was taking place.
It looked a little shabby on the outside, overgrown hedges snaked up the walls, covering the windows. A smoking area was off to the side, crowded with people. The inside was even more crowded, with bodies pushing up against the horseshoe shaped bar and surrounding the ring. Two women were in the ring, both bloodied and swinging.
“God there is just something so arousing about hot people consensually beating each other up,” Sara said, unable to tear her eyes away from the ring.
“Babe, you’re drooling,” you joked, stepping in line for the bar.
“I can’t help it, I have an overactive salivary gland,” Sara sighed, tearing her eyes away. “At least my dentist says so.” You grinned at her and ordered three vodka sodas each. It was a tradition with the two of you that you would always order three drinks at a time. Less back and forth, you had reasoned. Although, usually as the night progressed, three drinks were downed in the same amount of time it took to drink one, so it really cancelled itself out in the end.
As tradition warranted, you and Sara cheersed and swallowed your first drink in one breath.
Several more fights occurred, the divisions eventually changing from women’s to men’s. Neither you nor Sara paid much attention to the first few fights: “amateur hour” Sara had said to you “I’m waiting for the good stuff.”
The good stuff, it turned out, started almost an hour and 5 drinks after you arrived.
“Next fight, King V Miller!” The announcer shouted into the microphone to the cheer of the crowd. Sara’s head shot up as if she could sense the sudden change, and she grabbed your hand, tugging you closer to the ring.
“Oh, my god look at him,” Sara said, gesturing to the ring. You knew instantly which one she was talking about. He was tall, with shaggy blonde hair and lean muscle corded over his body.
“He’s pretty spry,” you said, and instantly cringed. Spry? Really?
“I wanna fuck him tonight,” Sara said. Then her voice took on a determined edge. “I am going to fuck him tonight.” Manifestation, Sara called it. If you told the universe what you wanted, the universe would deliver.
Apparently.
“I am going to get more drinks,” you told her. She nodded, not tearing her eyes away from the fighter. You went to the considerably less crowded bar- it seemed like everyone was now watching the fights- and leant against its sticky surface.
You shouted your order over the noise of the crowd, and scanned the bar as you waited. Most faces were familiar in the way that you knew when you had seen someone before, but you didn’t know when or where. That was, until you landed on one dazzlingly familiar face, standing almost right next to you.
“Frankie?”
~*~
Frankie startled at the sound of his name. He looked around, expecting to see one of the boys or maybe an old work friend from the mechanics. The last person he expected was you. But there you stood, looking so good that he was momentarily lost for words.
“Frankie!” You said again, with a huge grin on your face this time.
“Hey!” He grinned back, “what’s a girl like you doing in a dump like this?” His tone held a flirty edge, one he wouldn’t dare have used if he hadn’t already had several bourbon and colas.
“Oh you know, I plan on accosting the winner tonight of all their prize money and taking off into the night, never to be heard from again,” you accepted three drinks from the bartender as you spoke. “What about you?”
“My friend Benny is fighting tonight. He’s actually up right now, the blonde one.”
Your jaw dropped. “No way! My friend wants to fuck your friend.” You pointed your chin towards a tall black woman, dressed like she had wandered out of Studio 54. “Is he single? Can we play wingpeople?”
“He is, we can.” Frankie nodded confidently. Maybe it was the alcohol controlling his brain, but any excuse to spend time with you seemed like a good excuse. “How should we do this?”
“Does your friend Billy-”
“Benny.”
“Benny stick around after the fights?”
“Yeah, he gets free drinks,” Frankie said. You nodded approvingly, taking a sip of one of your own drinks. Frankie watched amazed as you somehow held the two others in one hand, your fingers curling around the hard plastic cups.
“How do you do that?” He asked.
“Do what?”
“Hold your stuff like that,” he gestured to your fingers. You looked down, confused.
“Whatta’ya mean?”
“With your fingers.”
“Oh! Um, I dunno, I just do.” You shrugged and placed the now empty up on a random table, and started on the next drink. It occurred to Frankie that you were well on your way to being very, very drunk.
The crowd cheered loudly as Benny knocked out the other guy with a bloody grin. Frankie whistled his support and Benny caught his eye, saluting tiredly. Santi also caught his attention, and even across the room Frankie could see the wicked grin form on his face. Frankie looked away quickly, not willing to give the bastard any ideas.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Frankie asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
“Some stupid place doing some stupid hunting,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Fuck him anyway he never lets me do anything fun.”
“What do you mean ‘lets you’?” Frankie said, his brow furrowing.
“I mean, he’s a controlling dickhead!” You said, then slapped a hand over your mouth. “Don’t tell him I just said that! Please!”
“I won’t, I promise,” Frankie said.
“Just forget I said anything,” your voice had taken on an almost desperate edge.
“It’s forgotten,” Frankie lied. He didn’t know how, but he was going to bring it up later. The idea of your boyfriend ‘not letting’ you do something had taken root in his brain, and somehow it made him furious. He took a deep breath, counting slowly to calm himself down.
“Who’s that guy who keeps making faces at you?” You asked, gesturing across the bar. Frankie sighed.
“Santi.” Frankie rolled his eyes at his old friend and waved him over. His curly hair friend bounded over, flashing you with a brilliant white smile.
“Well, hello there,” he said, winking at you. “Santiago Garcia, but you can call me whatever you like.”
You smiled sheepishly and gave him your name, “I work with Frankie.” Santiago’s grin widened at this piece of information, and Frankie groaned internally.
“You’re the girl Frankie told me about.”
“Chatting shit, I’m sure,” you laughed, but Frankie didn’t miss the questioning glance you sent his way when you spoke.
“Santiago was the one who took that photo I told you about,” Frankie said quickly, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. You nodded and leant over towards Santi.
“He keeps promising to show me but he’s yet to deliver,” you said, winking at Frankie. His stomach jumped, breath caught in his throat. He knew you were joking but he couldn’t help but feel like he had disappointed you somehow.
“That’s my fault,” Santi said, “I keep meaning to get him a copy but since he’s sleeping all day I haven’t been able to.” You nodded and turned to Frankie.
“I should go find my Sara before I lose her for the night,” you said, looking at Frankie. “Come find me - I mean, us later? With your Benny?”
“Yeah, of course,” Frankie said, watching as you disappeared into the crowd. The urge to grab you and kiss you grew with every second, but he restrained himself. He wasn’t that kind of guy, and no amount of drinks would make him think it would be a good idea to do that to someone. Let alone you.
~*~
Frankie’s head was cloudy with alcohol, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good your ass looked in that tiny skirt, how he wanted to plant his face directly in your chest.
“Fucking hell, get a grip,” Santiago said, shaking his friend by the shoulder. They were back in the locker rooms, Benny was buzzing with his win. He and Will were going their post match ritual of smacking each other on the back and releasing loud “woo”’s.
“I’m fine,” Frankie insisted, and Santi scoffed.
“You’re full of shit,” he said. “Ironhead, tell this idiot he’s full of shit!”
“You’re full of shit, Fish!” Will said automatically. “But what’s he full of shit for?”
“He’s in denial about pining for the chick he works with,” Santi said. “Look at the poor bastard, it’s written on his face.”
“Fish, you’ve never been good at keeping a straight face when it comes to emotional crap,” Benny said. “All other stuff, you’re great. Just not when it comes to matters of the heart. Or the dick.”
“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at her,” Santi laughed. “And the way she was looking at him, making bedroom eyes at each other.”
Frankie rolled his eyes, ignoring how the last comment made his heart leap. “You’re all stupid, she’s just a work friend saying hi. Nothing more.”
“Full of shit!” Benny cackles. “Look at his blush!” Frankie groaned. They were right about him at least. He had it bad for you.
But that didn’t matter. You had a boyfriend, and even if everything Frankie found out about the guy made him resent him a little more, he couldn’t change that one important fact. And he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin the beginings of his friendship with you over a stupid fucking crush. He just wasn’t.
Benny showered, singing You Belong With Me and switching out the pronouns as he did. The man was an unashamed Swiftie, claiming that she had a song for every situation. Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep swig of his beer. Will sat beside him and nudged him gently.
“What are you gonna do?” he asked.
Frankie frowned. “What? I’m not gonna ‘do’ anything. She has a boyfriend, end of story.”
“Sorry to hear that man,” Will said, sounding sincere. He knew Frankie wasn’t the type of guy to wreck someone else's relationship for purely selfish reasons. “You’re a good man.”
Frankie wished he wasn’t.
Benny changed into his regular clothes quickly, and said something about needing a drink. The four of them left the locker room and made their way to the bar, and Frankie couldn’t help but look around for you. When he couldn’t see you, he bit back the slight disappointment that sank in his stomach. Benny brought a round for the group and they found an empty table to sit at. The employees of the bar were dismantling the ring to make room for a dance floor. Loud, thumping music started playing and within moments the floor was packed with bodies.
“Frankie! And Frankie’s friends!” Frankie looked around at the sound of your voice, which was high with excitement. You bounded over, clutching the hand of the friend you had pointed out earlier. You introduced yourself and your friend Sara to the group and pulled up a chair for you and Sara each. Frankie didn’t miss how you placed Sara’s chair next to Benny, or how Benny was staring at Sara with his mouth slightly open. He also noticed with a slight pang how you sat yourself between Will and Santi, directly across from him.
What he didn’t was how much you kept looking at him. Lucky for him, Santi and Will noticed plenty.
You and Sara spent a few hours with the group, until a not so inconspicuous Benny and Sara both disappeared, Sara throwing a wink towards you as she left. Will left not long after, saying that his bed was calling his name. Santi stayed a little longer, flirting with you much to Frankie’s annoyance. To his credit, he didn’t show you the catfish photo. Frankie wanted to show you that one himself, when you were both sober.
“I better head out,” Santi said as it rolled past three in the morning. “I’ve gotta babysit Lee tomorrow, and you know how hyper he is.” He turned to you and kissed your hand. “It was the deepest pleasure meeting you, don’t be a stranger. Frankie.” Santi raised an eyebrow and shot him a meaningful look.
“Good night,” he said a little forcefully, shoving Santi towards the door, mainly to get him to stop flirting with you. He knew the flirting was just incentive to spur him into some kind of action with you, but it wasn’t going to work.
“Your friends are nice,” you said, struggling to connect the straw of your drink with your mouth.
“They’re assholes most of the time. They’re just nice to beautiful women.” Frankie regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Shit! Now she thinks I think she’s beautiful. She is! But she doesn’t need to know I think that! Frankie finished off his drink to avoid looking at you.
“I’m attractive til they get to know me,” you said with a snort.
“What makes you think that?” Frankie asked, confused as to how that could work.
“I don’t think,” you said, “I know. It’s a fact. One that cannot be argued.”
Frankie was about to argue with you about this when you turned away, stumbling as you did. She’s super fucking drunk, Frankie thought, grabbing your arms to steady you. Your skin was so much softer than he anticipated, sending a jolt through him. He let go quickly, mouth going dry as you beamed up at him.
“You saved me!” You declared, then finished your drink quickly, emitting a small burp. “To thank you, I must give you a token of my gratitude. I know! A drink! Three drinks for the kind sir! And three for me!”
“Jesus, how much have you had?” Frankie asked, laughing.
“Only a little bit,” you shrugged and thought for a moment. “Maybe like, a dozen vodka sodas and some shots and also half a bottle of prosecco. And also a teeny tiny bit of molly, but that was hours ago, so it’s basically gone.”
“Maybe I should walk you home,” Frankie suggested gently, amazed that you were still upright let alone getting served. You shrugged.
“I can just get an Uber or something, it’s fine.”
“No, no, don’t waste your money, let me walk you.”
You looked up at him with slightly unfocused eyes. “Yeah, okay.”
The cold air outside hit the both of you like a wall. Stars scattered across a moonless sky, leaving Frankie wonderstruck for a moment, until he noticed the goosebumps on your arms. Without a second thought, Frankie took off his jacket and placed it gently around your shoulders. You looked up at him, a surprised look on your face.
“Frankie, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, so, I have this friend, right? And she’s been dating this guy for years now. They live together, no kids or anything. But she told me a little while ago that she’s been feeling . . . trapped.”
“Trapped?”
“Yeah. Like, she doesn’t think she loves her boyfriend anymore. At least, not in a way that she should. And he’s so mean to her, too. He doesn’t hit her or anything, but he’s also not super nice to her, and-and she doesn’t always know what she did to deserve it. She doesn’t know what to do.”
“Can she leave?” Frankie suspected you weren't talking about a friend, but he didn’t press beyond what you were willing to tell him.
“Not easily, I don’t think. She doesn’t have enough money for her own place and- and she’s afraid.” Your face flushed.
“What’s she afraid of?”
“Being alone. Unloved. She doesn’t have any family or anything and her boyfriend is the closest she has to that. So um, if she was your friend, what would you say to her?”
Frankie was thoughtful for several moments. He didn’t want to fuck this up. If his suspicions were correct, you were talking about yourself. “Well, first of all I would tell her that her boyfriend is a massive dick, even if he doesn’t hit her, boyfriends shouldn’t make their girlfriends feel like shit. I would tell her to talk to her friends, ask for their help. I would also tell her that being alone doesn’t have to mean lonely, and it certainly doesn’t mean that she’s going to be unloved.”
You nodded thoughtfully at this. Frankie took this as a good sign. “She can’t know for sure what her life will be like, but my guess is that it will be better if she chooses to leave this asshole.”
The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Frankie knew you were thinking about what he said. He too, was lost in thought. Trying to figure out a plan to help you in any way he could. All too soon, you arrived at your apartment building.
“Thanks for this,” you said, taking off the jacket and handing it to him. Frankie nodded.
“You needed it more than me,” he said simply. “I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”
You nodded, and then as if you weren’t entirely sure if what you were about to do was a good idea, you wrapped your arms around him. Frankie stiffened for a moment before hugging you back, holding you to him tightly, breathing in your scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. You were warm and soft and everything in him was screaming don’t let go.
“Thank you,” you whispered in his ear, and he knew you weren’t talking about the jacket.
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I saw the third preview of SIX and here are some thoughts
- First of all (unrelated to SIX) I just made a tumblr so I have no idea how formatting works
- Everyone was cheering so loud the second the lights went down.
- I never realized how far downstage they were (I was sitting in the second row) when they walk out; they were so close
- They walked out with such power. The silhouette with the haze, ah, absolutely amazing
- Andrea's hairpiece and Sam's ponytail were SO LONG. I spent most of ex wives mesmerized by their hair. And the vocals. Also the vocals.
- Sam's riff at "the fun's begun" sent chills down my spine
- Andrea winked at someone in the front row
- Britt looked so offended when Sam cut her off
- The choreography was so sharp for No Way. Especially the dance break
- Adrianna just totally milked the applause at the end of No Way, and it was fantastic
- Andrea's facials during the intro to DLYH were fantastic. She had that "What? Moi?" Face, and was totally into what the other girls were saying
- Her laugh was absolutely adorable, and for a brief second, I actually thought she was reading something on her phone that made her laugh. It was so genuine
- She also just looked so confused as to what was happening, and I could see her just put the pieces together and ahhh she's such an amazing actress
- Britt's facial expressions during DLYH were amazing. When Andrea was like "I didn't know I would move in with his missus" Britt had been sort of half paying attention, but at that line she shot up, completely shocked
- Sam and Britt were kinda making fun of/teasing boleyn and my brain couldn't decide whether to watch Dre or watch Sam and Britt's antics, because they were hilarious
- When Andrea was like "He's actually gonna chop my head off!" Britt looked like a scolded child and I was laughing my ass off
- A lot of Andrea's lines were much lower in her voice than they were before. I liked it, I just hope that the change isn't because of people making fun of her voice or calling her immature.
- The dick joke was much faster than before, just a very quick gesture with the mic
-Her "I'm not sorry" and ending riffs were SO GOOD AND I AM DECEASED
- I wish I could remember specifics as far as Jane's monologue goes, but I do remember there were some delivery changes, and I loved it
- Abby added some more riffs and did this light falsetto on "high" during HOS and I died
- I couldn't see the actual tears, but I saw her wiping her face when she finished. IDK how she sings that well while crying. Her voice didn't even really crack, it was still so strong and I have no idea how she does it
- HOH was so incredibly chaotic and I couldn't stop laughing the entire song
- I don't remember exactly when but I'm pretty sure Anna waved at me at one point (or someone near me, lets be honest)
- Britt had so much energy during Get Down that she almost kicked Adrianna in the face (and Dri didn't even react)
- She told this young girl in the front row to get up and dance. I think she was a bit shy, but Britt and the others were so encouraging and when she sat back down, instead of saying "get down" Britt was like "SHE'S SO CUTE"
- The costume reveal was so good, and Britt just had this expression like, "yeah I know I'm hot" and was just basking in the applause and cheering. Same with the applause at the end, she was just LIVING for it
- Sam didn't pet Dri's cheek during the K Howard roast, she just kinda stood there.
- I don't think she wrapped her arm around Dre either
- She did put her arm around Abby, and her "when will justice be SERVED" was so funny
- I never noticed before but Britt just kinda stares at Sam's arm/chest so neither of them break (I knew britt and Sam couldnt look each other directly in the eyes, but I never realized Britt was looking at her arm/chest)
- The pacing of the last few lines "I'm really hot...oh wait like this" was a lot faster and it took me a minute to get the jokes. And I've seen many slime tutorials of the show, so I already know the jokes.
- AYWD felt more serious from the beginning. It didn't feel as flirty or playful.
- Oh my god Sam's vocals just destroyed me.
- I've seen this before in slime tutorials, but seeing in person just emphasized the sinister expressions that the other girls have. Especially since they're in dark, mostly cool lighting, and they're looking up at her with zero trace of a smile. It was so creepy (in a good way)
- During the 3rd verse when the girls start closing in on her, Sam looked so nervous and uncomfortable and I just wanted to give her a hug
- Her riff on "different" was so fucking good and hearing it in person was even better than the videos. Her voice had so much power and so much emotion
- They're playing around with the ending of AYWD to try to get the audience not to clap, and when Sam threw her head back with that loud gasp instead of just letting her head fall back while she's sobbing, all I could think was "ouch, that looks painful"
- Sam was fighting so hard to stay in character during the applause. Because her next line is "and then I was beheaded" so she can't really bask in it or react to it the same way that Britt did, for instance.
- She changed the inflection on that line, so it was "and THEN I was beheaded" and I laughed so fucking hard at the way she said it so seriously.
- Andrea sounded so genuine when she was like "i don't want it to be weird between us" and then she finished the line in the same tone and it was even funnier than before
- Britt jumped like a foot in the air when Abby was like "oh boo hoo" and she was screaming so loud, Adrianna looked terrified, and everyone else looked a mix of bewildered, concerned, and startled
- I was nervous Adrianna was gonna back into the side of the stage for a hot sec lol, that's how fast they were moving. And Abby's pose at the end of "I DIED" just about killed me.
- Andrea's "hahahhaha what" was so fucking hilarious, and the way the band just teetered out and the queens looked completely lost was just golden
- During the argument about cathy not singing sam was just like "WOOOOOOOOW wow wow wow wow" and I was dying
- Everyone looked so skeptical about cathy telling them to sit down before her monologue
- ANNA'S RIFFS HOLY SHIT. She added some new ones and oh my god I am deceased
- The other girls were hyping Anna up so much during IDNYL and it was so fucking amazing to watch
- Adrianna and Andrea stayed holding hands instead of putting their arms around each other and it was so damn cute
- ANDREA FUCKING MACASAET FUCKING SMILED AT ME THROUGH MOST OF SIX AND I DIED. I thought she was looking at someone else at first, and I'm 95% sure she could clock the exact second I realized she was looking directly at *me* because I promptly started freaking out. I also was so mesmerized by this angel smiling at me that I missed the rest of the song lol
- Sam's "do you wanna hear one more song?" was so fucking cute
- I did get a video of the megasix but I'd get distracted by the singing and forget to turn the camera lol
#six broadway#six the musical us#adrianna hicks#andrea macasaet#abby mueller#samantha pauly#brittney mack#anna uzele#new york#broadway#musical theatre#six the musical cast
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“So then Catra writes on this note ‘hey Adora’ and Adora is like ‘grrrr’ and so they do this whole passive aggressive dance where you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Oh, and then-”
“I. Hate. History. Class.” Mari slammed their plastic lunch tray onto the table.
“Oh thank god,” said Kevin. Listening to Mari rant was much preferable to hearing about the Princess Prom episode from Astrid. Again.
Blessica hit Kevin and gave him a pointed look.
“I mean it’s bad enough I have to write essays about fucking colonizers. But now I have to sit next to this white-ass American boy? No thanks.”
“You know,” began Astrid, “if you wanted, I could kill this new guy for you with, oh I don’t know, werewolf po-”
“No!” they all shouted in unison. Astrid was mundane with the gift of the slight but she didn’t think of it like a gift. What was the point of being able to see this fantastical reality if she couldn’t be a part of it? What was the point of having three werewolves as your best friends if they refused to turn you into one?
Blessica tried to tell her that, as a downworlder, she would face a lot of discrimination. But what kinda excuse was that? Astrid was a Korean lesbian who, for most of the time, lived with her single mother. At least this branch of marginalization gave her freakin’ superpowers. The only superpower Astrid currently had at her disposal was not having to date men.
Astrid angrily took a bite of her cinnamon roll and Mari followed suit. Blessica tried to pat her arm but Astrid swatted her away.
“American?” Kevin asked. “I don’t remember any Americans. Is he new?”
Mari nodded through a mouthful of baked goods. She tucked her tie into her black-and-white uniform sweater vest so they didn’t stain it. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered but laundry had been a living nightmare lately.
They promptly realized that her sweater vest was also going to get food on it. In removing it, their stomach flashed briefly. She stuffed it in her bag and set an alarm on her phone so they wouldn’t forget to put it back on before the lunch bell rang. Like that time Miss Yang made them jelly doughnuts and she got detention for a week. Mari really hated this school sometimes.
When she looked up to see half the surrounding area staring at them, they looked down at her collared shirt to see if she had gotten fresh cinnamon bun gooeyness on it already.
Astrid laughed. “It’s because you exposed your six-pack.” She moved her fork around in circles, making sure the ranch covered each piece of lettuce in her salad. Astrid loved ranch. She kept a gigantic bottle of it in her bag at all times. “You know, one time this guy asked me if you got them tattooed on. Cause girls can’t have abs and all that bull.”
“And what did you tell him?” asked Mari, amused.
“No.”
“Thank go-”
“I told him the truth. That the only tattoo you have is of Consul Lightwood’s face on your ass.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“The world deserves to know.”
“You're a hazard to society.”
“Awwwww. Mari! I love you too.”
Astrid smiled and shoved a mouthful of salad into her mouth as Mari rolled their eyes.
“Holy shit,” said Blessica, staring at something over Mari’s shoulder. “That is the second hottest man I have ever seen.”
Kevin glanced in the direction she was looking at then back to her. “What? Who?” he asked at the same time Mari drawled, “second hottest, who’s the first?” with a single eyebrow raised.
Blessica blushed as Kevin continued his search. “M-magnus Bane. Obviously.”
“Riiiiiiiight,” said Astrid, looking between her and Kevin.
Blessica blushed deeper. “Shut up.”
“Wow,” said Kevin. “That him?” He pointed and this time Mari turned around…to face Kit fucking Herondale.
Blessica, still red in the face, nodded.
“Wow indeed,” agreed Astrid.
“Aren’t you a lesbian?” questioned Blessica.
“Blessie, darling, I may rather suck on a cactus than suck on a dick but hotties can admire their fellow hotties. Gender is irrelevant in this scenario.”
Mari slammed their hands down onto the table. “Ladies! We are better than simping, even just hottie wise, over an American, white boy! We have standards! And Kevin! I know that” disgust dripped from her voice, “is your type, but resist!”
He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. You hook up with two blonde nephilim and suddenly it’s your type.”
“Yes,” said Astrid slowly, as if explaining something to a very dim child, “that’s how it works.”
Mari felt like they were missing something. Her three friends began discussing where they wanted to go tomorrow for Blessica’s birthday but they were stuck on Kevin’s statement. Something about it wasn’t quite right. It took her longer than she was proud of to figure it out.
“Wait, hold up, did you say nephilim? Kit is a Shadowhunter?!”
They all exchanged a look. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t you see the Mark on his hand?”
Mari turned back to him again. He was sitting by himself at a few tables, scrolling away. And on the hand holding his water bottle… was a voyance rune, clear as day. How did they miss that? “What is a Shadowhunter doing here anyway?”
Kevin shrugged. “Perhaps he’s here to check out London’s up-coming werewolf. I hear she’s a hazard to society.”
Astrid’s head shot up. “Really?!”
“No, sorry sweetie,” interjected Blessica. Astrid finished her cinnamon bun with an annoyed ‘hmph’.
They chatted more about Blessica’s upcoming sixteenth birthday before Kevin came up with the dumbest idea ever. Which was an extremely difficult title to earn amongst the 11th years at St. Lucy’s Academy.
“We should invite the Shadowhunter.”
Mari scoffed. “The whole pack’s gonna be there! Like hell they would let a Shadowhunter crash it.”
“Oh please. Once they lay their eyes on McDreamy, they’ll all forget about his angel blood.”
Astrid gasped. “Is that a Grey’s Anatomy reference? Are you finally watching it?” They all ignored her.
“I think it might be fun,” said Blessica. “And it’s my party so…” She stood up and walked over to Kit’s table, Kevin right behind her.
Astrid picked up her salad with one hand and her second cinnamon bun with the other. “Come in,” she said. “What’s the worst that can happen. You fall in love?”
“Haha,” said Mari, slinging her bag over their shoulder and joining the others.
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I keep coming back to 2x13 because I swear each time I watch it, new things come to light:
This was one of my favorite episodes upon first watch because it not only showed that Maddie fought to survive and had to save herself (though I admit those parts were hard to watch) but it also showed her back story slightly, how she got to where she was when we first saw her in 2x01, and highlighted the sibling relationship between her and Buck. I loved Oliver's acting in this episode as well.
But upon rewatch, man, so many things popped up and I just have to talk about them.
Of course, they included this scene:
While this is a fantastic scene, it had me wondering, what was the reason? It's not that these guys don't already seem to be forming a pretty solid friendship and that they're not already solidified partners at work, but out of all of the 118, Eddie was the one they chose to come in here? Granted, Hen is worried about Chim but Bobby is right there. He easily could have been the one they chose to have this conversation with Buck. He didn't need to stand by Athena while she's on the phone with Marks. I think had this been any other time or situation, Bobby would have easily been the one to be in this scene with Buck in Eddie's place. But they chose Eddie.
Personally, I think they were testing the waters here. It's not that we didn't already get 2x04 or 2x06 or 2x10. But Shannon is back, Buck doesn't have as a solidified bond with Christopher as he will in the next season, and while he and Eddie are close, they're not that close yet. But Eddie's whole presence in this episode is very loud. Even though this episode is about Maddie and her fight to survive Doug, and Buck and Athena come into it, at the hospital Eddie's presence is forefront and center, possibly even more than Hen's which is saying something. And it's not that we haven't seen Eddie's own arc/journey before with Shannon coming back and him raising Christopher, but for Chim and the 118, he is absolutely becoming more central to the 118 in this episode.
He does a bit of a double take when he sees how truly upset Buck is. He tries to talk sense into Buck but also keep it light-hearted. When Buck reveals just how he's starting to blame himself, Eddie tries to reassure him that this isn't his fault, and that this would have happened even if Maddie didn't stay in LA. He tries to make the point that Maddie would have been alone had this happened outside of LA, to me meaning no one would know that she had been abducted or gone missing like they do now, but Buck also makes the point that Madde is now alone...with Doug. Then Athena interrupts in order to get Buck to go with her so they can track down Doug.
Plus, we have the framing. In this scene, they make sure to show Athena talking on the phone with Bobby standing next to her (0:58), looking over his shoulder at the two of them, before focusing on what Athena is saying again. To have the two of them in the shot during this dialogue scene is interesting, but it reminds me of the subtle framing they did back in 2x01 when Athena showed up at the station and kissed Bobby publicly, as Hen and Chim were talking, you can see Eddie moving forward to shake Athena's hand and they show Bobby and Athena together & Eddie and Buck together. To me, this framing of this 2x13 scene is no coincidence. Buck breaks into Chim's phone in order to save Maddie, rules be damned. Athena takes Buck so they can now track Doug with Chim's phone, since it's not her case and she's only the "concerned friend of the victim." Buck and Athena have been paralleled before but right here it's in front of our faces. And while we know Eddie and Bobby have been paralleled before, here is where we see the true beginnings of that foundation (outside of the 2x04 hug Eddie gave him) between them:
Buck: "It's like police have all these rules you know, rules that are gonna get Maddie killed. But I'm a civilian. Those rules, they don't apply to me, right?"
Eddie: "Then why are you in hospital jail?"
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Buck: "Here are the ground rules: you don't leave her sight, you don't lie, you don't withhold any information from her, you don't break the law, you don't do anything that's gonna force her into early retirement, you got it?"
Then I realized they were also setting up a contrast to the Eddie and Shannon hospital scene here (1:21):
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Not only do we see the difference by Eddie walking in and sitting right next to Buck, engaging him, trying to reassure (wanting to be there to) vs Shannon being next to Eddie and her being the one to reach out and touch him reassuringly, but we also get this dialogue:
Shannon: "I don't think I brought enough."
Eddie *looking at Christopher*: "You brought everything I needed. Missed the whole day with him."
Shannon: "I know. That's why we came. Well, that and I remember what it was like to live at a hospital. Uncomfortable chairs, terrible food."
Eddie: "You don't have to stay. I mean, if you have stuff to do..."
Shannon: "No. I'm good here."
Eddie may be reconnecting with Shannon and she may be back in his and Christopher's lives but he still isn't trusting her. This literally leads into 2x17 where he wants to reunite their family and she doesn't, before she dies. In this 2x13 scene, she's trying, but I think when she mentions the hospital, it brings back two things for Eddie that immediately makes that wall go back up: Christopher (when he had his surgeries, either before he came back from Afghanistan or after Shannon left) which of course links to Christopher talking to Chim about the surgeries (and back in 2x04) & when Shannon left him and Christopher behind in Texas (to take care of her dying mother). Here, Shannon is trying, she brought pizza for the crew, she brought Christopher so Eddie could see him, she's trying to be supportive, and even let him know that she understands because she's had a similar experience. Eddie is not because he still doesn't trust her enough to, not at this point, and is almost dismissive once she mentions the hospital. I think by her saying "No, I'm good here," not willing to let him push her away, this also helps us get to where we need to go for 2x17. He's there for Buck as he is for Hen and Chim, and she is trying to be there for him.
Butttt.....this also set up a contrast for another scene (0:29) that really shocked the hell out of me when I realized, like 'oh.'
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Michael: "I needed to get some coffee. Then we thought, you guys probably need some, too."
Eddie: "We haven't met but I love you. Eddie."
I always thought that was an odd line for Eddie to say. Not because I didn't understand the intention behind it. It's not literal, it's light-hearted, something anyone would say to somebody else who is grateful that someone just brought them something like this when it's sorely needed. But looking at both the Shannon and Michael scenes, this dialogue is absolutely intentional.
Eddie has his back to the pizza Shannon brought as someone tosses a pizza crust back in the box. His eyes are on Christopher. He does turn to look at Shannon when she speaks, he is not in any way pointed towards her or even open to her. His body is facing in Christopher's direction while Shannon's is more pointed towards Eddie. Shannon is the one to initiate the physical contact. Not to mention that the coffee Michael brought earlier is in between Eddie and Christopher.
This showcased the difference in how he felt about Michael's gesture vs Shannon's. We never see Shannon arriving like we do Michael. We don't see Eddie thanking her for bringing the pizza like we see him do with Michael. And he says "I love you" to Michael, not Shannon. That's not to suggest that the show is trying to subtly hint a Michael/Eddie connection or even a Michael/Bobby connection, I'm not saying that at all. But they're showing the contrast here while also linking Eddie and Bobby. Because Michael tells Bobby after he meets Eddie that he and Harry brought the coffee and pastries because Harry was worried about him. This is after Harry gives Bobby a bear claw (Maddie is up in Big Bear at the end of the episode) that they purposely picked up for him. Shannon brought Christopher because Eddie missed the whole day with him, because that's what Eddie needed. Shannon wanted to be there for Eddie. It really circles back to the setup for Eddie and Bobby, while also creating a strong contrast to other pairing/non-romantic pairing scenes in the episode, and revealing more about Eddie's character and setting up for 2x17.
And it's interesting that later on (in the scene above with Chim) they have Christopher there when Chim first wakes up. Not only to circle back to the line in 2x04 where they talk about surgeries in the engine, but also that yet again, we have more connecting of Bobby and Eddie here, while they're also making it obvious that either Shannon didn't end up staying (regardless of who decided what) or that if she did, she didn't keep an eye on him. I think based on the dialogue, I would assume it was the former:
Bobby: "Does your dad know you're in here?"
Eddie: "Chris."
Bobby: "I'm gonna say no."
Then we get even more interesting dialogue that I know doesn't have a clear cut connection butttt I think knowing what we know now, it's intriguing to say the least:
Eddie: "Welcome back, man. We were all worried about you."
Bobby: "I wasn't. I'm starting to think he's invincible."
Invincible, just like Taylor makes sure to tell Buck he's not in 4x14. I'm not saying it's a cut and dry link, but it's definitely interesting especially since Chim and Eddie are linked by their near death experiences just like Christopher and Chim are with the surgeries. And that Taylor uses this word the same episode where Eddie is fighting for his life after being shot by the sniper, and it's also to contrast what Eddie tells him later on, that he's not expendable. A long way to come around the bush for that link, but you get the gist.
We also see Harry hug Hen, Hen who was telling the story about Chim before this scene where Eddie was front and center along with her, who later sees Chim and tries to reassure him that what happened with Maddie wasn't his fault (paralleling with the Buck and Eddie scene and contrasting with Doug and Maddie where he tells her it's all her fault).
Then we have the Maddie and Chim scene at the end of the episode:
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Chim: "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the hospital."
Maddie: "I am in the hospital. I got myself transferred."
Chim: "No, no, no..."
Maddie: "No. All of this is gonna heal. I'm gonna be okay. How are you feeling?"
Chim: "Starting to hate hospitals. But this is much better than a rebar, no coma, so... I thought... I really thought..."
Maddie: "Me, too."
Chim: "But you're okay."
Maddie: "We're okay."
Not only does this contrast and parallel with the Eddie and Shannon scene, but it also reminds me of another scene in 4x14:
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Bobby: "You're a survivor."
Athena: "We're survivors."
Chim was attacked by Doug, someone who came up behind him and he didn't see coming. Doug stabbed him and later when he and Maddie are struggling, he stabs Maddie and she stabs him. Only Maddie and Chim survive. Buck is on scene afterwards, calls 911 for Chim, has Chim's blood all over him as he works to save him, and then goes with Athena to track down Maddie and Doug. Eddie is not present.
Athena was attacked by the serial rapist, someone who came up behind her and she didn't see coming. The suspect beat her up badly. When Bobby arrives on scene, he has an ax in his hand, ready to step in and throw down if it was necessary (it turned out not to be, he's a better human being than I will ever be). Bobby was attacked by the sniper, someone who came up behind him and he didn't see coming. Athena shoots the sniper before he can shoot Bobby again. Only Athena and Bobby survive that scenario. Buck is on scene afterwards (in the self-storage place), he doesn't have Athena's blood all over him, Bobby later starts to project his feelings onto Buck who has to remind him that he's not Athena (3x18, which links Buck and Athena again), and Eddie is present.
Eddie was attacked by the sniper, someone who came up behind him and he didn't see coming. He was shot long range. Buck doesn't just save him from dying on the street and get him to the hospital, he also puts himself at risk to keep Bobby and the rest from getting hurt. And when Athena goes in to save Bobby, he's the one who tells her what to do, led her up the ladder to where she could drop in, and was willing to go with her before she told him to stay outside. Ethan didn't survive due to being shot by Athena. Buck is on scene, has Eddie's blood all over him, works to save him, stays with and takes care of Christopher while Eddie is incapacitated, and then leads Athena to the roof of the warehouse so she can go in and save Bobby from the same sniper that attacked Eddie.
The parallels are uncanny. We already knew we were getting Bathena thanks to 1x10 and season 2. We already knew we were getting Madney thanks to season 2. So now, all we need out of this whole equation is...yep.
They literally laid a very massive and complex but fine-tuned groundwork here in this episode alone. This is not the only time in the show we see Eddie and Buck paralleled to Bathena and Madney. This is not the only time we've seen the friendship and partnership of Hen and Chim be contrasted (and paralleled) with Buck and Eddie. This is not the only time we've seen Eddie and Shannon be contrasted with Buck and Eddie (or even the Eddie and Ana relationship when it happens in season 4). This is not the only time we see these links/parallels: Buck -> Athena, Eddie -> Bobby; Buck -> Maddie, Eddie -> Chim; or even Buck -> Chim, Eddie -> Hen. Or these contrasts: Buck -> Shannon; Maddie -> Shannon. It's just absolutely mindblowing how much one episode can give us when the episode revolved around Maddie's fight for her life and how her disappearance (and Chim's being attacked) impacted Buck and the 118.
I am sure of one thing after seeing everything they threw in here: we are getting that much closer, folks.
#buddie#buck x eddie#otp: there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you#buddie meta#911 fox#bathena mention#madney mention#911 2x13#911posts
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