#the scan is so much better than the phone pics omg
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Finally Kermit's portrait for @wyrd66 @wyrddogs is finished and ready to be shipped!! :D
This was such a joy to paint despite the many long breaks I had to take with it, but now I'm so tempted to just start another watercolor/ gouache piece XD
#watercolor#pet portrait#gouache#dachshund#longhaired dachshund#kermit#black and tan#commission#the scan is so much better than the phone pics omg#miniature dachshund
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Last Nite
Summary: Katie and her friend Rachel go to a party in Massachusetts.
Pairing: Chris Evans / Original Character
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Cursing and dirty talk, drunk Chris
Author’s Note: This is a 2 part one shot. The more time I spent writing, the longer it got. For those of you following A Waiting Game, a new chapter will be posted by Sunday. (Reposting forgot a title.)
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“So explain to me again how you got into this party?” I ask.
“I just know people.”
“Why do you keep avoiding the question?”
“We’ve talked about this. You don’t get to psychoanalyze me.”
“Just answer the question and I’ll stop pressing it.”
The car stops and the Uber driver turns back to look at me and Rachel.
“Thank you,” I say and get out of the car, Rachel following after me.
We stand in front of a pretty large modern house. A few cars parked in the drive behind the gate, and even more strung along the curb.
“Let’s just say I’ve been hooking up with someone who knows him.”
“Someone that just happens to know Chris Evans. Doesn’t seem shady at all Rach.”
Rachel takes her phone out and puts it up to her ear. She looks over at me while it rings and then smiles.
“Hey, you. Kathrine and I are here. Okay, thanks.” She says and then hangs up.
“And that was?” I ask and lean against the gate.
“My guy. He said the gate will buzz and then we can go through.”
As soon as she finishes her sentence, the gate buzzes and unlatches. Rachel pushes through and I follow behind. I close the gate behind me and hear it latch. I follow behind as Rachel leads the way to the front door. I anxiously fix my hair and run my hand through my flowing bangs. When we reach the door, Rachel knocks.
“Coming!” A voice yells.
Rachel quickly pulls up her skirt and pushes up her breasts in her bra. I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. The door opens to reveal Pete Davidson of all people.
“There’s my girl.”
My eyes go wide as I watch Pete take Rachel into an enormous hug and pick her up off the ground. Rachel giggles and I feel like I might vomit. He puts her down and then turns to me.
“You must be Katherine. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Please call me Katie.”
I reach a hand out but he takes me into a tight hug, engulfing me in the smell of weed. Lovely.
“Come on in. Party’s just getting started.”
As soon as I step in I feel my brain taking omg every inch of this place. Plain. White. Simple. Lightly decorated. Music plays from the distance. Something alternative. Interesting. You follow Rachel and notice that her hand in laced up in Pete’s. What the fuck is going on here. I notice the kitchen off of the hallway. Beer.
“Hey, I’ll see you in a sec. Do you want something to drink?” I ask.
“We’ve got liquor outback,” Pete says.
“I think I’ll just grab a beer,” I say and turn into the kitchen.
You get your phone out and text Rachel
RACHEL WTF.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I grab a Stella from the ice-filled sink and look for a bottle opener. How is there beer but no bottle opener? I take it with me and follow the music to the back yard. I walk through a set of French doors and find myself on a large patio. I spot Rachel in a chair by a large white tent. And by in a chair, I mean on Pete’s lap who is sitting in the chair. They’re sitting with various people and there’s an empty chair next to them. Rachel’s eyes meet mine and she waves.
“Katherine. I saved you a seat.”
I hold up my bottle of beer and wave it at her. She nods reading my mind and I begin to look for a bottle opener outside. I see an outdoor kitchen that has a bartender and various snacks.
“Excuse me. Could you open this?” I ask with a smile and hand it to the bartender.
“I think Cevans took it. Not a bartender just searching for booze.”
I give a small smile and now look for the person I’ve been anxious to meet. Rachel and I had been to a few celebrity parties before. But, come on, Chris Evans? I decide to set the beer down and follow the lead of the other person needing a drink. I grab a cup and get a scoop of ice. There’s a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn.
“Are you needing this?”
The man of the hour. Chris Evans with a bottle opener outreached to me. I look down at the opener and then up to his face.
“Um. Yes. Please.”
I take it from his hand, turn back around to quickly open the beer and hand it back.
“Thank you.” I smile and walk away before something stupid comes out of my mouth.
“No problem.” He says loudly behind you.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I say yes to this? I take a seat in the empty chair next to Rachel and take a large drink of the beer. Relax. Just try to become a part of the conversation. I begin listening to them talk about different things but nothing too important and decide to people watch. That seems better. I take another drink and start to watch as the backyard fills with more people. Hmm. Not as many celebrities as one would expect. It seems to be more people that Chris probably knew from his personal life.
I spot Chris back by the alcohol. He pours himself a drink and laughs as someone tells a joke. I take a drink before I can smile. Damn, he’s cute. Before you look away, his eyes meet mine and he winks. He fucking winks. I look away and turn to Rachel.
“Rachel.”
“Yes?”
“Get me out of here,” I say through gritted teeth.
She gets up from Pete’s lap and puts out a hand.
“Come on. Let’s take a walk. I’ll introduce you to some people.”
I sigh and grab her hand. I take one last swig of my beer and sit the empty bottle down on a table.
“What’s up?” Rachel asks and loops her arm with mine.
“First of all. Pete Davidson? How long has that been going on?”
She chuckles. “Come on Katherine. It’s not a big deal.”
“Please explain that. Tell me how you fucking a celebrity who used to be engaged to ARIANA GRANDE, isn’t a big deal.”
“Please just chill out. It’s not too serious yet. I’m not moving in with him anytime in the near future.”
Somehow we’ve ended up at the bar. She grabs a plate and hands it to me.
“Make us a plate. I’ll get us some drinks.”
You turn to see Chris’s eyes on you again.
“Please do not leave me alone,” I whisper to Rachel and grab her wrist before she’s too far.
“Kathrine. Chill out.” She chuckles and leaves me. Alone.
I begin to scan over the table of food and find myself unimpressed. I set the plate back in the stack and begin to find Rachel. Who is now talking to Chris Evans. I take a deep breath and walk over to her. She smiles and hands you a cup.
“Kathrine. Have you met Chris yet?” Rachel says before you can walk away.
Fuck me.
I take a big gulp of the drink and taste the sting of tequila.
“No, not officially,” Chris says and meets my gaze with a smile.
Swallow. Swallow. Do not spit tequila in this gorgeous man’s face.
“Um hi,” I say.
Short. Sweet. To the point.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He sticks out his hand. I look at Rachel, then at Chris. Fucking shake his hand. My hand grabs his and shakes it.
“You too.”
I bring the cup back to my lips and quickly finish it. Fuck. That stings.
“Can I get you another beer?” Chris asks.
“Uh sure.”
Rachel walks away before I can ask for back up and smacks me on the ass.
Chris walks towards the house and then stops to turn to me. Am I supposed to follow him? I begin to walk towards him and he starts moving again. He grabs two beers from the sink and places one in front of me on the counter after opening it.
“Thank you.”
“Not a problem sweetheart.”
What a flirt.
“And I go by Katie by the way. Rachel insists on calling me Katherine because I act like a 60-year-old she says.”
He chuckles.
“I can do that.” He says and comes closer to me. “Not really much of a party person are you?”
“I enjoy them. Just in a different way from Rachel.”
“You’re not really dressed for a party.”
I look down at my outfit. High waisted black jeans and a white v-neck knotted at the bottom.
“I wanted to be comfortable. Not really looking to impress. Plus you’re wearing a hat.”
“It’s my house.”
I finally notice that’s he’s less than a foot away from me. And his hand is touching my waist.
“When did you get here?” I ask.
“I live here.”
I squint my eyes at him and then look down at his hand grazing my waist.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Maybe I can help you.” He says.
“Chris dear?” A woman’s voice asks behind us.
I turn to see who I’m guessing is his mother. I take this as a way to escape and make my way back outside to find Rachel, yet again. I can’t see her when I step onto the patio and search across the yard so I go and sit at an empty chair by the food.
I am never going to a party with Rachel ever again. I sit on my phone looking through articles of research trying to pass the time. A text from Rachel.
Where did you go?
I respond.
The better question is where did you go and why did you bring me here?
“Excuse me?”
I look up to see a blonde man standing in front of me.
“Yes?”
“Do you mind if I sit here? You look extremely bored and like you might need company.”
“Sure,” I smile.
Definitely gay. No harm in being social right?
“I’m Scott by the way.”
“Katie.”
We cheer our cups and take a drink.
“So how do you know Chris?” He asks.
“I don’t actually. Um, my friend is dating Pete and somehow she roped me into coming here.” I chuckle.
“Rachel? I’ve met her. She’s -“
“Something else.”
Scott laughs.
I take a drink and swivel my chair to look around at the people. The sun is slowly starting to set. I spot Chris playing bags with some friends.
“So what do you do?” He asks.
“I’m actually about to graduate with my Ph.D. in psych.”
“Wow, that’s impressive. Cheers to you.”
My eyes haven’t left Chris. I watch as he laughs after throwing the bag and missing. He pics his beer up from the ground and takes a drink. His eyes are locked to mine. I turn back to Scott.
“Thanks.” Our drinks meet again. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m an actor. Just small stuff.”
“Oh, nice. Is that how you know Chris?” I ask.
“Oh. Chris is my brother.”
“Ohh. My bad.” I feel my cheeks flush.
“Oh sweetie you’re fine.”
My phone vibrates in my lap.
Chris will not stop asking me about you.
He’s just a flirt. I text back.
“I think I’m gonna go socialize some. Do you want to come? I can introduce you to some people. I’m sure Rachel and Pete are occupied somewhere.”
I nod and get out of my seat. I clutch onto my beer as if it’s some sort of floatation device and begin following Scott around the yard.
It begins to slowly get darker out and I lose track of how long I’ve been following Scott around. I tap him on the shoulder.
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” I say.
He waves and then turns back to his conversation. I step inside and see Chris’s mom sitting at the counter.
“Excuse me?” I say.
She jumps a little.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. But where’s the bathroom?” I ask.
“It’s alright dear. It’s just around the corner there. Second door.” She says.
“Thank you.” I set my empty beer bottle on the counter.
I use the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror while I wash my hands. My cheeks are a little flushed since it was starting to cool off outside. I dry my hands off and run a finger against my lashes in hopes to revive them.
I head back to the kitchen to find my bottle is gone and Chris’s mom messing with a trash bag.
“Can I help you with that?”
“Sure.”
“I was gonna get that bottle when I came back. I just didn’t want to be weird and take it to the bathroom.”
She chuckles.
“There’s trash bags under the sink if you don’t mind grabbing one.” She says.
I crouch down and open the cabinet doors to find the most organized cleaning cabinet in the world. I pull a trash bag out of the box and walk back to her. She trades me for the full bag.
“You can just set it in the garage. It’s the door next to the bathroom.”
I take the bag from her hand and begin to walk back to the hallway. I open the other door in the hall and see two black cars parked in the garage. I set the bag down next to another one by the step and shut the door behind me.
“Snooping around are you?”
I jump. I turn around. Guess who?
“Chris,” I say and lean back against the door.
“Kathrine.” He slurs and steps in closer.
“You’re drunk.”
“Yes. And I have something to show you?”
“I think I’ll pass,” I say and start to walk away.
He grabs my wrist.
“Why won’t you let me flirt with you?” He asks when I look back at him.
“Why do you feel the need to?” I ask.
“Because your ass looks amazing in those jeans.” He says under his breath.
He steps in closer.
“And I’ve never wanted to pull someone’s hair so bad.”
I feel my lip quiver and a chill goes through my body. Chris brings a hand to my face and rubs his thumb against my lower lip.
“Are you sure you won’t let me show you?” He asks.
I nod and he takes my hand into his to show me the way. We make our way past the front door and around the corner into a dark room. He shut the door behind us and flicks on the light. A washer and dryer.
“You wanted to show me your laundry room?” I give him a funny look.
Chris wraps his arm around my waist and swiftly pulls me into him. Then he moves our bodies until my back hits the door behind me. A gasp leaves my lips. With his free hand, he caresses the back of my neck.
“Chris.”
“Kathrine.”
“You’re drunk. What are you doing?” My voice is shaky.
“Shh.”
His lips gently meet mine. They’re soft and taste of beer and peppermint. I push into him and the kiss deepens. I feel myself falling into the door but his arm keeps me up. Our mouths open in sync. I feel his tongue again my bottom lip and I moan. He softly chuckles and takes his lips from mine. He pulls his hand away from my neck and puts the other arm around my waist. He picks me up and carries me across the room the dryer, sitting me on top.
“What are you doing?” I ask again.
“Did you not like that?”
“I did. So why did you stop?”
Our lips meet again. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull myself into him. His hands meet my waist and make their way up to my breasts. A little too forward. I take my hands to his and move them back down to my waist. He pulls back.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me.” He says.
“This isn’t appropriate,” I say and scoot back.
“Just stay. Till the others leave and I sober up some.”
“I don’t know.”
He puts his hands on the tops of my thighs.
“Please.”
He kisses my cheek.
“For me?”
He kisses the other cheek.
I nod and slide my way off the dryer. I adjust my shirt and fix my hair. I turn to him.
“Do I look alright?” I ask.
“Gorgeous.”
He opens the door and I follow behind him.
“You go the way we came. I’ll go a different way.”
He gently kisses me and then turns away. I stand there for a moment to take it in.
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself.
I go back outside and pour myself a whiskey. I then grab some snacks from the counter and head a table next to the tent. I sit down at a table and look around for Rachel. I take a bite of spinach dip and see her across the tent. She waves and walks over to me, a glass of white wine in her hand.
“I’ve been looking for you.” She says and sits next to me.
“I’ve been uh socializing.” I choke out.
“Oh. Well, I think I’m gonna leave soon. Pete wants to go out for drinks.” She says.
“Alright,” I say and take another bite.
“You’re welcome to join us?”
“I think I’ll stay for a little while.”
I pick up my drink.
“Did you finally hit it off with Chris?”
I spit my drink back into the cup.
“What do you mean by that?” I stutter.
“Well, that’s why I brought you. I guess I talk about you so much, he said I should bring you.”
“Are you serious? You could have told me that?”
“If I would have told you would have been uptight. Probably not even have come. You need to get laid. You’ve been so wired lately with getting your degree.”
“Whatever,” I say.
Pete walks up behind Rachel.
“Our rides here ladies.” Giving her shoulder a squeeze.
“Actually. Katherine is staying.” Rachel smiles.
“Oh, you got charmed by Evans huh?” He laughs.
I get up from the table and walk away. Should I stay here or go home? To find out I’ve been a pawn all day. I’m livid. Maybe I should just keep drinking? Yeah, great coping mechanism Katie. I step onto the patio and throw my plate in the trash.
“Katie! There you are!” Scott says walking out of the house.
I smile.
“I was just telling Chris about you. Chris come meet this girl.”
Chris walks up behind Scott, a smile on his face. I sigh.
“Actually we’ve met,” I say.
“Yes, we have.” Chris says, “but you didn’t mention you were a doctor.”
“Technically.”
“Come on let’s go dance.” He says and walks up to me taking my hand.
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New Beginnings (Chapter 9)
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New Beginnings Baby Drabble
New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2
Warnings: Angst, mentions of babyloss and some smut
Credit to @ficsnroses for the idea of talking to the baby in the way Keanu does here!
Sharing the news with their friends and family was both wonderful and strange. Their hesitation to assume everything would be OK made them temper the excitement about the news and those receiving it were sworn to secrecy. But it was still joyous and Emily thoroughly enjoyed telling Chloe.
She had gone to Chloe’s house as it was still pretty tough for Chloe to make it out of the house with a 4 year old and a baby who wasn’t yet 6 month old. Jamie was playing quietly with some toy cars and they were sitting watching him while Rosie was snuggled in Emily’s arms.
“so I have some news” Emily announced “but first you have to promise me two things.”
“Anything, what?”
“First you have to swear not to tell a soul and second, you have to remain calm. I don’t want you to freak out Jamie and Rosie?”
“He’s asked you to marry him hasn’t he?” Chloe squeaked
“no, actually no”
“Oh sorry, so what then?”
Emily handed Chloe her phone and told her to go to the gallery where she’d saved a copy of the latest scan photo”
Chloe’s hand clamped over her mouth as she fought to contain her reaction.
“OMG” she whispered when she finally managed to breath a little easier.
“When, how, Oh my god”
Tears were running down both of their faces now,
“In Italy, I was on the pill but I got a stomach bug and it interfered with it. We found out when I went to get a coil fitted but they said we couldn’t because I was pregnant!”
“How far along are you? Is everything OK, you know after ….”
“Almost 10 weeks. And yes it’s in the womb not my tube this time and so far so good but I’m still terrified if I’m honest”
“And Keanu, how’s he?”
“Same, happy and terrified!”
She filled her in on all the details and left a couple of hours later feeling so much better to have someone other than Keanu who knew.
Another 2 weeks passed with the scans at 10 and 11 weeks also showing the baby growing on schedule and with a healthy heartbeat. There was still no sign of the news escaping to the public and they felt grateful to have escaped so far. Emily sent smiley emojis and thumbs ups to Chloe after each scan.
Emily also had her first midwife appointment where she found out that the standard schedule would be an appointment or scan roughly every 3 weeks. She didn’t think she could cope without some kind of weekly check in until she could feel the baby moving so the midwife agreed to still see her weekly until the 20 weeks scan for a quick check in on the heartbeat.
Emily took the chance to ask if it was safe now to have sex - they had been holding off anything penetrative and while Keanu was more than willing to pleasure her in other ways, she hadn’t even felt comfortable with having an orgasm herself so they’d just been coping with Keanu masturbating or her giving him a blow job for now. The midwife understood her worries but reassured her it would be perfectly fine for now to have penetrative sex and orgasms as long as she felt ready.
Their next appointment would be when they carried out the 12 week scan and a nuchal fold measurement to assess the risks of Down’s Syndrome. Emily went home armed with information about the risks and options to discuss with Keanu.
As Emily drove home after the appointment she reflected on how this conversation might go – she had some instinct but she didn’t really know. Would he want to have the amnio if there was a slightly elevated risk. If they were having a Down’s child, would he want to abort? They’d never had cause to discuss their views specifically. Thankfully the conversation had been swift and conflict free. They both thought they would want to know and do an amnio if her risk was above average but neither would consider aborting a Down’s child. If there was something else seriously wrong that would mean the child had little chance of surviving or an extremely severe condition, then they might reconsider but overall they wanted this child come what may. As it turned out the following week the scan showed she was at low risk especially given she was now 38. Crossing the 12 week point was a huge milestone, easing their terror to medium levels
“what are we on now?” Keanu joked, “is it like defcon 3 now down from a 2?”
“I’d say so since you just put a scan pic in your wallet and on your phone!”
“Do you want to go out for dinner? You know the counselling said it would do us good to allow ourselves to celebrate”
They agreed on their favourite Italian, Madeo where they knew the menu well and Emily figured she’d be able to choose safe options without having to ask obvious questions about ingredients. Whilst her stomach was thickening and becoming firmer, she could still make leggings, long boots and a fancy loose top work and a shawl thrown over would help to distract attention from the tiny bump.
They hadn’t eaten out together for 2 months so it was a treat to do something fun and ‘normal’
“you’re starting to glow did you know that” Keanu commented as they sat having their coffee and tea after dinner.
She smiled seductively
“you old smoothie, fancy taking a girl home and showing her a good time?”
“you sure?”
She nodded and giggled as Keanu hurriedly gulped down his coffee and beckoned the waiter to pay the check.
As the drove back to their home in the hills, it was with great anticipation that they each contemplated resuming this part of their relationship that had so recently been a part of daily life. Keanu’s hand rested on her thigh squeezing gently and rhythmically. Once home they wasted no time, going straight to their bedroom where he took her in his arms and kissed her with a mix of such passion yet also gentleness, it took her breath away.
With some of their clothes already littered on the floor, Keanu urged her to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her to unzip her knee high boots, easing them off and running his hands up her thighs.
He leaned in to kiss her belly whispering against it.
“maybe you should go to sleep little one coz Daddy’s gonna make mummy scream and move around quite a bit soon but don’t worry you’ll be safe inside your cocoon”
Emily giggled
“promises promises”
“Oh, you don’t think I can make you scream any more?”
“I’m happy for you to come and prove me wrong” she joked.
Keanu growled making short work of slipping his hands under her bottom to grasp the waistband of her leggings and pull them off in one go along with her panties. He gave her a hot look and sank his face between her legs, moaning as he tasted her for the first time in 6 weeks. He pressed the flat of his tongue over her entrance then began a sensuous onslaught on her clit, mixing rapid flicks, gentle sucking and slow rotations of his tongue around the rapidly stiffening nub of nerves.
He soon has her quivering underneath him and she felt the tingling increase, the sensation like a spring coiling up inside, ready to snap. She gently rocked her hips up, pressing her pussy rhythmically into his face and he slipped one finger gently inside, curling it up and softly rubbing over the rough patch of skin. Her orgasm hit her at last, her screams filling the room, music to his ears. Afterwards, she lay back panting, red in the face, eyes closed, a smile on her face as she whispered
“Ok you win”
Keanu wasted no time crawling up onto the bed beside her, kissing her forehead
“you OK?”
“mmmm I so needed that” she breathed. “Your turn now”
She urged him onto his back and climbed on top of him, pressing her pussy against his rock hard cock making him wince.
Sensing his need was urgent she wasted no time and lifted up to line herself up with him sinking slowly down on his thick member. They both groaned loudly – him at the heat that surrounded him and her at the girth filling and stretching her.
“You OK” he asked, a worried expression on his face momentarily.
She nodded starting to move up and down and he let his head fall back on the pillow, relishing the sensations in his cock and groin.
His hands ran up and down her arms sending shivers through her and he played gently with her tender nipples, relishing the more rounded shape of her breasts.
She lent back a little , allowing his cock to press right up against her g spot causing her to groan and press down on his chest to aid a more rapid pace.
His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the wild rush of orgasm start and he gripped hard on her hips as he thrust up dragging her 2nd orgasm out of her and reaching his own.
She fell down against his heaving chest, out of breath and quivering, placing soft kisses on his nipples, neck and mouth.
“I missed you”
“Me too, hope we didn’t disturb little one” he grinned
“I think they’re just fine” and for the first time, she realised that she really believed that.
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New Beginnings Baby Drabble
New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2
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“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.” Maybe for Rafael, inspired by Raùl in all those cozy sweaters we see him in? 😍 Thank you!
Thanks for your request! OMG, Raúl in those cozy sweaters…..ugh, I turn into a puddle every time I see a pic (so fluffy, so cuddly) 🤤 Wooo anyways, changing the subject, I hope you like this story, I had fun writing it (I’ve always wanted someone to kiss me in airport, just like in the movies 😉😘)!
“Cuddles and Confessions”
The ADA sat in his office, jotting down notes when he spied his cell phone out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and stared at the offending device, knowing he should be preparing for his opening statements rather than checking his phone for the tenth time that hour. But temptation got the better of him. He checked the screen, only to be disappointed when there were no new messages from you.
Rafael was your older brother’s roommate at Harvard, the two becoming good friends all throughout their college years. You grew up with Rafael. He was the one who inspired you to pursue a law degree, even helping with your application to Stanford Law School. After passing the bar, you wanted to move back to the East Coast and since you had several job interviews lined up in one week, Rafael agreed to let you stay with him while you tried to jumpstart your career.
Today was a big day. You had a job interview for a prestigious civil rights law firm. Rafael knew how important this interview was. Ever since you graduated law school, you had wanted to work there. The interview should have been over by now and the ADA was dying to know how it went. You both had spent hours prepping the night before.
He was just about to call you when as fate would have it, there was a knock on the door. You poked your head into his office. “Hey, Raf. Is this a bad time?” You tentatively asked.
“Not at all,” Rafael practically leapt from his chair, leading you over to the couch. He sat next to you, studying your face, trying to gauge the outcome of the interview by your expression. “So, how did it go?”
You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands before meeting his gaze. A smile slowly spread over your face. “I got the job!” You exclaimed.
“Congratulations! I knew you could do it!” He pulled you into a tight hug. “When do you start?”
“Next month. I have thirty days to sublet my apartment back in California and find a new place here.”
Rafael shook his head and smiled. It was hard to believe that only a few years ago he was watching you receive your diploma, now here you were about to work at one of the top firms in Manhattan. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You deserve this.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much for everything,” you softly said, placing your hand on top of his.
A spark shot through him at the contact. He turned his palm up, interlocking your fingers with his. “You’re welcome.”
You bit your lip and blushed, looking down at your joined hands when your phone buzzed. All too soon, you let go to check your texts. “That’s my friend, Mel. She wants to go out and celebrate tonight. You should come with us!”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m sure you don’t want some old man tagging along with you,” he replied.
You rolled your eyes, “Ok, first of all, you are NOT an old man. You’re only a few years older than me. Second of all, I’ve seen how you move those hips, Raf. You could dance circles around me and my friends.” You nudged his shoulder.
He snorted a laugh, his cheeks turning pink, “Well, I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask,” you said with a wink.
After a long day, Rafael opened the door to his apartment carrying a bouquet of white roses, grinning when he heard you singing from the guest room. He shrugged off his coat, moving to the kitchen and setting the flowers on the counter. “Y/N, I’m home.”
“I’ll be right there,” you shouted. Already running late, you scurried out of your room, struggling to zip up your dress only to stop when you noticed Rafael sifting through takeout menus. Biting your lip, you tried not to stare too hard at his backside. “Rafi?”
Rafael turned around at the sound of your voice, his jaw practically dropping to the floor when he saw you in a short skimpy emerald green dress that left little to the imagination.
Could you help me, please?” You asked, motioning towards the zipper on your dress.
For the first time in a long time, Rafael was at a loss for words, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence at the sight of you. It’s not like he had never seen a girl in a dress before, in fact he’d seen girls wear even more revealing dresses. No, it wasn’t the dress. It was you in the dress. This young girl who overnight had transformed into a beautiful woman. You disarmed him completely.
“Ummmm sure,” he managed to squeak out, brushing your hair off your back as he zipped you up. A shiver ran down your spine feeling Rafael’s fingertips on your skin.
You turned around with pink tinged cheeks, “Thanks.”
He nodded his head, rocking back on his heels before remembering the bouquet on the counter. “Here, these are for you,” he said, handing you the white flowers.
“Raf, they’re beautiful. Thank you!” You closed your eyes and inhaled the roses’ sweet scent. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“You just landed your dream job. Of course I had to,” he replied.
While Rafael placed the flowers in a vase with some water, you finished getting ready. “Alright, I’m off. You sure you don’t want to come along?” You asked, swiping some lipstick on and grabbing your heels.
“Thanks, but I have some work to catch up on. Go out and enjoy your freedom cause pretty soon you’ll be like me, working on a Friday night.”
You huffed out a laugh, “Ok, text me if you change your mind.”
He furrowed his eyebrows in concern when he noticed you without a jacket. “It’s pretty cold out there. You sure you don’t want to take your coat or something.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m going straight from an Uber into a crowded bar. Besides I don’t want to lug my jacket around. Don’t wait up and try not to work too hard. It is Friday night.” You waved him off, shutting the door and leaving the ADA alone in the foyer.
After you left, Rafael changed into a sweater and jeans. Just because he was working on a Friday night, didn’t mean he couldn’t be comfortable. As the hours wore on, work evaded him. Pushing a half empty carton of Chinese food off to the side, he sighed, running a hand over his face. How was he supposed to concentrate now with thoughts of you running through his brain?
Although he had known you for years, something changed this week. Rafael was beginning to see you in a different light. It was as if someone adjusted the antenna on top of a television, making the picture clearer. You both had grown close over such a short amount of time.
Rafael knew this was short lived. You would be going back to California tomorrow and he felt his heart sink at the thought. With you in his life, he didn’t feel so lonely. He would miss coming home to you, hearing about your day, having someone to share the evening with and help him forget the darkness he encountered at his job. You had maneuvered your way into his heart and Rafael never wanted to let you go.
Unable to focus, Rafael grabbed his coat and shoes, deciding a walk might help clear his head. Stepping outside, he pulled his coat tighter around him, the cold air stinging his cheeks. He had only walked down the block when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Seeing your name flash on the screen, Rafael didn’t hesitate to answer, “Y/N?”
“Raaaaaaf?” You whined, your voice sounding strange.
“Y/N, are you ok?”
“No,” you sniffled. “Mel took off with a guy she met at the club so I grabbed an Uber but the driver was giving me the creeps so I got out and now I’m lost wandering around and freezing. I’ll never get home. I’ll be like that little match girl, dead in an alley, frozen to death!” You sobbed, having a bit of a flair for the dramatics when you had been drinking.
“Ok, don’t panic. I’ll come pick you up. What’s around you? Can you tell me the cross streets.”
You drunkenly described where you were while he quickly hopped into a cab. When Rafael reached your location, his eyes scanned the street in search of you, finally spying you in the window of a bar, laughing with the bartender and downing shot of tequila.
“If you wouldn’t mind waiting right here. I’ll be right back,” he instructed the driver. Walking into the bar, he made a beeline towards you.
“Rafi! You look so comfy and cuddle-able!” You exclaimed, practically tripping over your own legs as you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face against his soft sweater. “Mmm, you’re so warm.”
“God, you’re freezing,” he said pulling his coat around your body.
You wiggled out of his grasp, moving back to the bar so you could finish your drink. “Hey there, mister! Alcohol keeps your body warm. Just look at the baker from the Titanic. He survived in frigid cold water for over two hours all by drinking,” you said in a slurring voice.
“Actually, large quantities of alcohol increase the risk of hypothermia,” Rafael replied.
You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Counselor Smarty Pants.”
“Come on, cariño. Let’s go home,” he gently coaxed you off the bar stool, leading you to the exit.
“Cariño? Home?” You stopped in your tracks, looking Rafael over from head to toe. “You know what I think. I think you like me,” you smirked and sauntered up to him. “Yep, I even think you like like me. In fact, I think you loooooove me,” you walked your fingers up his chest before booping his nose with your index finger.
Rafael blushed, his breath caught in his throat, “Y/N, let’s go. Please,” he pleaded.
“No!” You shook out his grasp. “I’m not moving from this spot until you tell me the truth. Tell me how you feel Rafael. Tell me you love me.” Your eyes bore into his, staring right into his tortured soul.
When it came to you, Rafael was completely transparent. You could see clear through him down to his spine because he allowed you to. You were the one he felt safe with, even though his instincts right now were screaming at him to shield himself, Rafael knew he could no longer hide from his feelings. “I love you,” he softly said, running a hand through your hair.
You leaned into his touch, moving even closer to him, “I love you too.” The world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him. Your lips practically brushing up against his, your warm breath against his skin. For as cold as you had been, you felt hot, overheated almost, the room beginning to spin. As soon as you were about to kiss him, you stumbled back, feeling dizzy.
“Woah! Easy now!” Rafael managed to catch you, scooping you up in his arms as he walked out to the taxi.
You laid your head on his shoulder the entire ride back home, snuggling against him, mumbling incoherently, “You smell so good, like coffee….and the woods….and leather bound law books.” Listening to your olfactory observations, the taxi driver caught Rafael’s eye in the rear view mirror. The ADA only shrugging in response.
Rafael had never been so relieved to see his apartment building when the taxi finally pulled up. Hoisting you over his shoulder, he walked through the lobby towards the elevator, ignoring the shocked disapproving faces of his neighbors.
He jumped in surprise, nearly dropping you when he felt you grab his ass. “Sorry,” you giggled. “It’s such a cute butt. I couldn’t resist.” You poked each of his cheeks.
He snorted a laugh, “Try to restrain yourself back there.”
Finally, you both made it to his apartment. “Gracias a Dios. We’re home. We did it,” he sighed, opening the door, still carrying you over his shoulder.
“Yay, teamwork!” You mumbled, slapping his ass again. “Rafi….all the blood is rushing to my head.”
“We’re almost there,” He cooed, heading into the guest bedroom. Once he laid you on the bed, you melted into the mattress. Rafael took off your shoes, his eyes wandering up your long legs. Your dress had ridden up, revealing your lace panties. He cleared his throat, blushing a bit as he tried to tug your dress back down before covering you with a blanket. Looking down at you, his lips tugged into a smile, even drunk you were still absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous.
Just as he was about to leave, your hand found his, pulling him back. “Will you stay with me, please?” You whimpered.
“Sure,” he said, kicking off his shoes and getting into bed. You cuddled up to him, resting your head on his chest, clutching a part of his sweater in your fist. He reached to turn off the lamp light, winding his arm around you and gently kissing the top of your head. “Good night, Rafi. I love you,” you murmured.
“Good night. Te amo tambien,” he softly whispered, watching you sleep for a while before his eyelids began to grow heavy.
The next morning you woke with a groan, your head about to split in two with what you believed to be the world’s worst hangover headache. With your eyes still partially closed, you blindly shuffled towards the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar and laying your head down with a thud.
Rafael was already in the kitchen making coffee, “Good morning!”
You groaned in response, “Not so loud.”
He chuckled, placing a bottle of water and two asprin in front of you.
“Coffee,” you whimpered pathetically, reaching for a mug.
“First, water, then coffee,” he instructed.
You guzzled down the water, the bottle crinkling and folding in on itself as you emptied it. Once you finished, he handed you a cup of coffee and a plate full of pancakes and bacon before coming to join you with his own stack of flapjacks.
The two of you ate in total silence, the sound of forks clinking against the plate being the only noise in the room. Rafael sipped his coffee, studying your profile, wondering if you even remembered what had happened last night.
“It’s rude to stare ya’ know,” you announced. “Especially when someone is hungover with a mouth full of pancakes.”
“Sorry, I was just thinking that since your flight isn’t until tonight. Maybe you would want to take it easy today. Relax? Watch a movie?” Rafael internally cringed at his pathetic excuse for staring. Besides watching a movie was one of the last things he wanted to do with you, but he wasn’t about to let you know that.
“A movie?” You gifted him a deadpan stare. After everything that was said and done the night before, he wanted to watch a movie. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn’t reciprocate your feelings for him. You swallowed down the sting, deciding it was better to be friends and forget last night ever happened. “Can we watch Sixteen Candles?”
“Only if we get to watch Ghostbusters afterwards.”
“You got yourself a deal, Mr. Barba.”
While watching the movie, you sat a respectable distance away from Rafael on the couch, the two of you stealing glances at each other as Samantha Baker swooned over Jake Ryan. By the time the Marshmallow Man exploded and the Ghostbusters banished Gozer back to his dimension, it was time for you to pack up your things and catch your flight.
At his insistence, Rafael drove with you to the airport. You looked out the window of the taxi, drinking in the city that you would soon call home when you looked down and saw your hand only centimeters away from Rafael.
You flexed your fingers, silently willing yourself not to reach out and touch him. Those thoughts abruptly ended as soon as the car pulled up to the terminal. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” He asked, handing you your suitcase.
“No, I’m ok. I’ve taken up enough of your time already. You probably have way more important things to do.”
He shook his head, “Nothing as important as you.”
You blushed and looked down at your feet before wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Rafael closed his eyes, melting into your touch as he inhaled the scent of your strawberry shampoo. The hug seemed to last forever, neither of you wanting to be the first one to let go.
“Thank you for everything,” you whispered, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, pulling away from him.
The ADA said nothing, only nodding his head, a lump formed in his throat preventing him from speaking. “Stay with me. Don’t leave me. I love you,” he thought to himself.
With a final wave, you were gone. Rafael stood there watching you walk into the airport when he realized that sometimes you have to take chances. It was better to take risks than live with regret. It was now or never. “Wait here. I’ll be right back,” he told the taxi driver.
He ran into the terminal, hoping you hadn’t gone too far. “Y/N!” He shouted when he saw you walking towards the security checkpoint.
You stopped and looked at him in total confusion as he strode up to you, “Raf? What are you–”
Rafael cut you off with a kiss, his hands cupping your face as his lips crashed into yours, kissing you with such intensity it made you weak in the knees. You froze for a second in surprise before giving yourself up to that passion fueled moment. Afraid your legs would give out, you clung to him, allowing his tongue to part your lips, your mouth moving a little more insistently over his. An electric jolt ran through your body as fireworks exploded and popped all around you.
Some of the other travelers cheered as they walked passed. “Holy shit! That’s what I call a kiss!” An older woman exclaimed before turning to the man next to her, slapping him on the shoulder. “How come you never kiss me like that anymore?”
Reluctantly, he pulled away, panting. “Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, your face flushed as you tried to collect yourself.
“Sorry, it took me so long to do that,” he softly said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Better late than never,” you leaned your forehead against his.
“How about when you move here next month, I take you out on a date?” He held you close, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“I’d like that,” you said, kissing him again. “I’ll see you in 30 days.” You walked away only to have him tug you back for yet another soft sweet kiss before finally letting you go.
“30 days,” he sighed, watching you go through security, only walking away when he could no longer see you. Rafael left the airport floating on a cloud, a smile firmly planted on his face. Thirty days never seemed so far away.
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ClexaCon: Day 1
Okay, Let me attempt to do something like organize my thoughts here. Photos will come later, ones that come at all; mostly there are professional photos, videos, and gifs available of the noteworthy moments, and I intend to reblog a lot of those later. In the meantime, my photos are on my phone, and the Tumblr app is eating anything I attempt to post with photos.
So. I’m going to try to do this chronologically because it’s how I tried to organize my brain, and I feel clearer than I have in a while. Panel titles or events in bold. Fandom and personal stuff is included, multishipping probably rampant because I just want my faves happy, alright???
Under the cut because long. Day 1 only because long, and because by time I got near the end of typing this, it was after midnight and I was getting less coherent.
Exploring Gender through Cosplay
As often as I cosplay, mine are fairly casual, and I’d never actually gotten a good chance to attend a cosplay panel of any sort with a clear mind. This was pretty awesome, all the different things you can do to change not only the costume but also your appearance, really make the cosplay work. A lot of the sentiment/message besides the practical application stuff was just “have fun, don’t be an ass, think about the character.” All good advice.
One of the panelists was visibly uncomfortable with his cosplay during the panel. It was understandable, but he looked great anyway and still gave great information and asides and personal experiences, and I’d love to see him do a panel where he’s more comfortable.
One Day at a Time
Okay, so one of the things I LOVE about this con and haven’t seen at the couple others I’ve been to is the intro videos. For each of the big panels, they’ve played a video beforehand, about the pairing or the character. If you’re rusty on the details, it’s a great refresher, and if you love the character or pairing, it’s just fantastic to watch. I believe they included these and the actress reactions in the official videos they’ve been posting. They’re great, super shippy, and I’ve teared up or cried at more than one.
ODAAT is one of the ones that made me teary, because it touched on Elena and her Papi and then how happy she and Syd are and just...
Emotions, y’all. I’ve got them.
Anyway, it was great. Isabella seemed pretty comfortable speaking, very aware of her presence and her platform. Sheridan was a little more like Syd, a little awkward and a lot geeky (like most of my favorite people, let’s be real). My takeaways from this panel were basically just that they both love Schnider and working with his actor, and that I ship Syd and Elena even harder now.
An executive producer got a call during the panel, and Isabella thought maybe it was about being picked up by a different network, but it ended up being Rita Moreno calling in, which was fantastic except how disappointed Isabella was. Not that she was unprofessional or pouty or anything, just there were a few moments of almost being able to FEEL how much this cast wants the show to keep going, and how much they love each other.
Avalance
Omg. I mean, okay, if you’re following me, you should probably go watch both Avalance and Nyssara panel videos. They’ll do a much better job of relaying anything factual than I will, so I’m mostly focusing on my reactions.
My reactions started with that damned intro vid, because holy hell, Sara and Ava are hot, and have awesome chemistry, and they’re both smart and strong and amazing and I am so, so, so not straight.
Uh. Where was I.
Highlights for me, in no particular order.
Okay, usually celebs look like people in real life, like real people or like their characters. Caity Lotz is MORE attractive in person than she is on tv. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE
Jes is kinda amazing as a person and actress and I intend to watch everything she’s in after this weekend. She cares deeply, which I know she shares with Ava, but unlike Ava who hides behind the professional shield, Jes just seemed so warm and real and disbelieving of how much people like her. She was having a very emotional day because she’d lost someone she cared about, and when she shared that, I doubt there was a dry eye in the room. The depth of her feeling was almost palpable.
Jes kept reaching out and touching Caity, who was much more physically reserved just in general. Caity is very obviously more familiar with the con circuit, which doesn’t mean she doesn’t care or anything! Just, how many of these could any living person do while still caring deeply and genuinely about every person they talk to? I suspect people have to distance themselves some eventually. Caity wasn’t cold, just more reserved.
Katrina interrupting was the best thing ever. It’s been giffed already. Go find it.
I loved hearing about the tango, about navigating a situation where there are two women who naturally want to take the lead. The lines blurred between where they were talking about themselves as actresses navigating a scene and their characters as people navigating a relationship, and it felt very real and lovely. Hilarious, too, because of course everyone in the Arrowverse (excuse me, Beeboverse) is gorgeous AND smart AND funny.
I’m glad they’re not really broken up I guess? The actresses seemed a little unsure because they filmed a lot of different takes with some differing implications, but they’re not on board with the “on again, off again” thing any more than I am, which is good. On is good.
End of the panel, people sitting behind us (oh! chronological order! I made a friend waiting in line for the ODAAT panel and we’ve mostly stuck together this weekend. She’s not LGBT and hasn’t watched any of the shows but she loves PEOPLE and is trying to learn and has had a lot of cool life experiences. Anyway. If I say “we” or “us” I probably mean me and friend, unless otherwise specified.)
Uh. Right. So. The people sitting behind us were like, “Hey, do you two want tickets to Cocktails for Change?” At first I thought she was trying to sell them, and I already knew I couldn’t afford that, just like I couldn’t afford the Caity/Jes/Katrina photo op I wanted (not complaint, just statement of fact! I got to go and I got to buy the photo op with Caity and I got a hotel room for a couple nights). Then she clarifies that she and her person (I’m gonna go with that when relationship isn’t clear. But oh, the number of happy wlw couples there was just amazing, and at some point I defaulted to assuming anyone there together was together, which wasn’t accurate, but it’s what I was seeing and delighting in and WE NEED MORE REPRESENTATION and omg keep a single train of thought, Kita). The two of them had bought two extra tickets they couldn’t use, couldn’t refund, and hadn’t been able to sell, so they were offering them to us so that somebody would enjoy them.
OMG. Like, who does that? What level of awesomeness to gift two separate $250 tickets to complete strangers??
I helped friend navigate the transfer process and helped her create an eventbrite account, and then we had the tickets, at which point I actually believe it was happening. And then
AND THEN
Because clearly that wasn’t enough
they said “oh, we can’t make the trio photo op today, do you want it?”
Do
Do I
DO I
I still can’t believe they were for real, with that level of awesome. I checked like probably way too many times to make sure they were SURE because
yeah. Made my entire year, at minimum.
Photo Ops
Got the photo op with Caity first. I’ll do pics separately after I scan them; they’re particularly glossy or something and my cell phone is doing a horrible job. So I go in dressed in my femme Snart cosplay, have enough presence of mind to ask (or point? I may have only managed pointing) to stand on her right side because I wanted to be able to hold the cold gun in my right hand.
“Hey, Cold,” she said to me.
HEY COLD
SHE RECOGNIZED WHO I WAS DRESSED AS OMGGGGGG
and did I mention fucking gorgeous beyond belief and amazing to boot?
Anyway. She’s also smiling much bigger in my pic with just her than in the next one, when I didn’t have my gun, and I like to think it’s because she still thinks fondly of snart. Captain canary 4eva. Another thing on Saturday I’ll get to in my next post, equally small but equally “omg yessss she still ships it” to my mildly obsessed brain.
Obviously, after they took the pic, I walked blindly in the wrong direction and would’ve walked smack into the makeshift wall if the volunteers hadn’t steered me in the right direction. I don’t usually get star struck, but if it was going to happen, it was going to be with Caity Lotz, so it wasn’t actually a surprise.
Round two, trio photo, and I ended up between Caity and Katrina, who draped herself on my shoulder as she often does for pics. I’ll get to Katrina more for Day 2, but she just seemed very at ease, maybe the most comfortable person in any given room.
After photo ops I practically ran back to my car while still trying to recover, checked into and got settled into my hotel room, changed shoes (omg, as good as those boots are for a couple hours, after ten hours and two miles and lots of standing, my feet STILL hurt day+ later), and then headed back to the venue.
Cocktails for Change
So this was cool just to exist in a room with the celebrities (the theory behind the event and the price tag being you get to interact). We (friend and the people who gave us the tickets and a 5th potential friend we picked up while waiting in line) got to talk to an actress from Wynona (which I apparently badly need to watch. my to-watch list doubled this weekend), and then friend got Jes to agree to come over. That made me love Jes even more because her handlers kept trying to get her to go a different direction after she talked to one table for like half of the time, and Jes pointed at our table, strong and confident and I AM DOING THIS BECAUSE I SAID I WOULD.
I mean, idk what she actually said, but that was her not-subtle body language.
It had to be terribly frustrating for the handlers, who, even though they only got her to three tables total, did a better job with her than they did with most of the celebs. However, I wanted to applaud Jes.
Most of the celebs kept to themselves, or to their partners. Dot was like 5 feet from me for a good 20 minutes, and my inner gleek was ecstatic. Amber Benson was only a few feet farther for about the same amount of time. For her, I actually tried to go say hi, but she was absorbed in conversation with someone else and I didn’t want to interrupt. We made eye contact, though, so that was cool. Katrina, meanwhile, kinda starting circling and then was just like “Nah,” and she went and sprawled on a chair at the side of the room, again the most comfortable looking person there, and just let everyone come to her. Which, honestly, probably would be my recommendation if they change things for this event next year. Clearly, steering the talent to different tables isn’t working, so maybe steer the attendees instead.
Still, it was awesome, and I went back to my room and freaked out about OMG HOW IS MY LIFE THIS AWESOME before crashing hard.
Which I’m gonna do again now. Day 2 post tomorrowish.
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Chicago II July 25, 2018
Alright strap yourselves in cuz this is gonna be a long ass post WITH SPOILERS for Interactive Introverts. I will mark where spoilers begin if you want to read about pre show stuff. If you don't want any spoilers whatsoever, don't feel obligated to read this even if we're buddies! Feel free to send me an ask/dm instead 😅
Alright folks, let's go!
Playing the Waiting Game
I was supposed to get to the venue at 4 for m&g, but I got there before 3 because a) i'm terrified of being late and b) my uber driver made excellent time.
The venue was not open yet, so my bf and I walked to a nearby mall. We passed by the tour buses (presumably dnp's plus other performers'). There was a group of people hanging around them looking v stalkerish (please don't hang around the buses before the show)
We got back to venue around 3:50 and waited in line outside till 4 when the venue let us in. We were near the middle of the line, so if you want to be closer to the front, get there sooner lol
Turns out I was behind the lovely @noodlephil in line (although I didn’t know till after!)
Two internet friends were meeting for the first time and crying (it was adorable)
Inside, there was a table with staff that checked and marked our tickets then gave us silver paper wristbands
We got in a second line where we had a bag check (our venue allowed sealed water bottles, but that might vary) and were scanned by a wand metal detector. After that, staff scanned our tickets
We went to a third line which was the actual line for m&g and were told the m&g itself would start around 4:30
Marianne came by and said we would be waiting a bit longer for "latecomers" (im p sure dnp were the latecomers because most people were there at that point haha)
Marianne walked like a frickin goddess and her voice was beautiful
She made a speech giving us a rundown of how m&g would work, which I recorded
The m&g area was set up in the lobby to the side of the theatre doors
Dan and Phil entered from our left (towards the back of the theate)
They jogged across the m&g backdrop where we could see them better and waved. Dan did the cutest bouncy jump ever while waving. He stayed out longer than Phil
There was a table to set your bag on as you approached the backdrop
The music was loud af and there was NO WAY to see or hear other people's m&g - it was v private even though there were tons of people
Marianne was at the very front of the line and asked what she could do to help. I was like uhhh (because I'm eloquent like that) and she asked if we had anything for them to sign. My bf had golf balls lmao and gave them to her. I said I wanted to take a Polaroid for them to sign. She had me turn the camera on because apparently they’d had issues with Polaroid cameras in the past
I thanked her for the way everything was being run and joked a bit while we waited
When it was our turn, the people in front of us were completely gone (I repeat: v private). Marianne gestured and verbally told us to go on in
Meeting Dan and Phil
Phil was wearing his red jacket and good vibes t-shirt just like the beginning of "week in the life" He welcomed us with open arms and I went in for the Phil Hug. Wow. Phil is an excellent hugger and his arms felt a lot stronger than I imagined. And, yes, he waited for me to let go first
As soon as I let go of Phil, I stepped to the side and and looked at Dan. He was wearing his II denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He also had his arms wide for a hug. And lemme tell you, that boi has a fuckin wingspan. Dan gave a more gentle hug than Phil and we let go at like the same time
I am not a hugger and wasnt even 100% sure before I went in that I would hug them tbh
After the hugs, I stepped back and took them both in that's what she said. My initial impression was confidence and class. Literally, the most confident people I've ever encountered irl
Everyone says they're tall, but they are, as my bf said, taller than advertised. He's 6'2 and still looked up to both of them. I feel like they're both close to the next inch up honestly
They are wide. Like we've all noticed the Phil is wide, but Dan is too! They are literal giants
The cameras do NOT do them justice. Phil looks his age irl and I mean that in the sexiest way possible. He does actually have pores and tiny wrinkles (gasp), but I think they only make him more attractive. He oozes understated masculinity. But he also has serious nerd energy and idgaf attitude. Basically, he seems kind of badass
Dan looked flawless. Like I know every so often people wonder about if he wears makeup and all imma say is either he does OR he has the best damn skin care routine and/or genetics ever. He looks like someone after they use a filter
I'd say dan is suave and phil has swagger
(I'm about to sound real fucking weird) They both had such strong auras or energy or whatever you want to call it. It was palpable and BIG - like it extended off of them a couple feet. Dan's felt more static-y, while phil's felt more like balloon about to burst. It merged together between them to where I couldn't tell where one stopped and the other started
Marianne handed Phil the golf balls and he and Dan just stared at them in his hand in confusion for a second then Phil said "golf balls?" before my bf explained it was because they were the caddy lads. They chuckled and Dan said it was "the only series that has any value"
I am now the proud (?) owner of photos and video of phil holding two balls in his hand and I feel really weird about it
Dan asked if I had anything for them to sign, so I told him I wanted to take a Polaroid to which Dan replied, "D'ya want me to attempt the rare Polaroid selfie?"
Then I actually gently teased Dan (!?!?) because I'm a little shit lol I said, "I successfully did one this morning, so I hope you can"
They both seemed mildly amused and he did the thing where he touched his chest lightly in mock offense and said, "Well, let's see"
Tbh I think this was why I got genuine smiles in my pic
Dan said, "Beautiful" and Phil said "Amazing" lol (it really was tho)
Dan described the signature he'd be doing as "the tiniest little dan" and he used the highest voice ever
Phil's signature was so bad im pretty sure dan laughed at it lmao
Dan offered another selfie with my phone (i love him)
I shook their hands before I left and they seemed surprised, but appreciative. They both had excellent handshakes: firm, but not too hard. They both had soft, warm hands with Phil's being about average and Dan's being warmer than average
Overall, they were incredibly kind and professional. The vibe to be was sort of like talking to a boss who isn't your direct boss at a work party: fun, but still guarded
The saying goes "Never meet your heroes," but whoever said that obviously never met dan and phil. This was one of my happiest memories of all time
1500+ word description of the meeting including a sommelier worthy account of how the boys smell
And here’s the (real shit) video of my m&g
The Pre-Show
After meeting the bois, we were immediately given our goodie bags (one of them was double stuffed, lucky me)
Staff asked if we’d be staying in the theatre or not. Upon telling them we’d be leaving, they let us know we’d need to scan out so we could re-enter later
We bought merch (tie-dye/marbled look tee, long sleeved tee, and denim jacket). The line was basically non-existant, so if you have VIP 100% get your merch at this time
We scanned out and were told we could re-enter at 6 along with general admittance ticket holders
We had dinner then got back around 6:10. There was no line this time and we went through security and ticket scanning again
There were so many people everywhere and everyone was so cute! Why are we such a good looking fandom??? The line for merch was EXTREMELY long. RIP those folks
So was the line for the restrooms (and multiple men’s rooms were turned into ladydoors women’s restrooms)
We got 2 drinks (both for me) then went to our seats. We were front and center - I could literally touch the stage with my shoe from my seat. At this time I met @phandommom and @crunchytoasted1
The pre-show music was loud af where I was seated (I actually put in ear plugs lol). Lots of people were dancing and I got to witness crunchytoast dance to “Ladydoor” live which was a treat. At one point various people were running across the theatre with various LGBT+ flags to plenty of cheers. ‘Twas glorious. People did the whole waving the phone flashlights thing and sang along during “Welcome to the Black Parade”
My bf got me 2 more drinks
Showtime!
THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS START!!!
It was so, so weird to see them onstage after having the m&g. I legit wanted to climb onstage and like be close again, but, ya know, I didn’t cuz I know what’s socially acceptable
We were called Susan. Classic
Phil was wearing waffle socks. As in socks with tiny waffles all over them
We sacrificed Phil to Satan and Dan died in a furry nightclub
None of mine or my bf’s answers got chosen and I’m a bit salty lol
We sacrificed Dan (the only correct choice fite me)
At intermission the line for the bathrooms was sooooo long omg. I got myself 2 more drinks at this point and called @h-owllslide to gush about the show. I spilled one of my drinks on my bf a little when I sat back down.
Danny was 3 centimeters away from loosing his dick and he got paint on his shoe. He seemed legit irked lol
Nick Jonas was in Dan’s box, but I don’t recall the other two cuz that was the only one that mattered imo
I got a piece of the sign and when they threw it into the audience it was a bit disturbing how everyone tore into it like a swarm of pirahnas
They wore Cubs baseball shirts over their usual shirts during the rap/song finale which was absolutely precious. I LOVED the finale so fucking much - it was magnificent
END SPOILERS!!!
Closing Thoughts
I wish I hadn’t drank so much (6 wines for those of you keeping track at home). I was getting real embarrassing by the end (as in screaming excitedly too much/ too often) and I don’t remember it as clearly as I wish I did. I was just freaking tf out and my anti-anxiety meds weren’t cutting it
I was struggling incredibly hard not to disassociate the entire time
I wish I could go to another show. It was so fun!
The following day, I had a major mood drop. If you’re prone to this, maybe have a plan to hang with someone and do something nice, but lowkey the next day
This was literally the most fun thing I’ve done in at least two years and was one of my happiest memories ever. We’re talking patronus conjuring levels of happy
If you can go, go. If you can’t, don’t feel too bad. It was EXTREMELY intense and not for everyone (especially m&g). Plus they are putting it up later, which I’m looking forward to because I think I’ll be able to better absorb it
Please feel free to ask me anything about the show! I’d love to go on about it lol
#omg this is so much longer than i anticipated#i mean i aint apologizing lmao#i will be legitimately surprised if anyone reads this in its entirety#it's mainly to help me remember because i have some memory issues#Dan and Phil#dan howell#daniel howell#phil lester#amazingphil#DNP#interactive introverts spoilers#interactive introverts#ii spoilers#ii m&g#text post#punchmedanny#tw: alcohol
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SERVERTALE Chapter 13: A change of plans
As Frisk starts walking, her phone starts buzzing within seconds.
ALPHYS updated status.
well i know she’s unbeatable, i’ll ask her abt it later ^. ^
ALPHYS updated status.
for now i gotta call up the human and guide them =^. ^=
Frisk: Did she forget that i can read her posts?
Chara: Probably.
Frisk walks over a some type of transferring platform. hen she crosses it, she gets another message.
ALPHYS updated status.
gonna call them in a minute!! =^. ^=
Frisk finds a save point and uses it.
The wooshing sound of steam and cogs... it fills you with determination
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The lava below is brightening up the whole area. The temperature is warm, but somehow not too warm.
ALPHYS updated status.
I HATE USING THE PHONE I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS
Chara: Yup, she has no idea.
Frisk reaches the end of the path here there is a cliff and some sort of a steam platform.
Chara: What do we do now?
Frisk thinks for a second before getting an idea.
Frisk: I think i have a plan.
Chara: What is it?
Frisk points to the vent that’s releasing a lot of steam.
Chara: Oh no. no no no no. Don’t you dare jump on that thing.
Frisk jumps on the platform anyway, sending her high up in the air.
Chara: FRISK!
Frisk safely lands on the other side. her hair is a little bit messy from all the wind of the steam rushing through it.
Chara: Do you have a death wish or something?
Frisk: Oh look who’s talking.
Chara: Fair enough.
Frisk: Hey Chara.
Chara: What.
Frisk points to more vents in front, having the biggest grin.
Frisk: There are more.
Chara: Oh hell no.
Frisk gets a running start and launches herself above the gap. When she lands, her phone buzzes again.
ALPHYS updated status.
omg ive had my claw over the last digit for 5 minutes omg i’m just gonna do it im just gonna call!!!!
Chara: I guess that’s gonna take a while.
Frisk launches herself over another gap and her phone rings
Chara: Or not.
Frisk tries to answer, but the caller hung up before she could do it.
Chara: Yup, I was right.
Frisk walks to the next room. There’s an orange laser blocking the path.
Frisk: Where should we go now?
Chara: I think that laser is safe to go through.
Frisk: Since when are lasers safe?
Chara: As much as I remember, orange lasers don’t hurt you while you are moving.
Frisk: Than what’s the point of this one.
Chara: It is placed here so that monsters don’t stay too long on the pipes, after all, they weren’t built for walking on them.
Frisk: Oh, ok.
Frisk’s phone starts ringing again, but this time, she succeeds to answer the call.
Alphys: Uhh! H-hi, so, the blue lasers... Uhh! I mean, Alphys here! Hi! The blue lasers won’t hurt you if you don’t move! O-orange ones, um... Y-you have to be moving and they... Um, they won’t, um... Move through those ones! ...Uhh, bye!
ALPHYS updated status.
OMG I DID IT!!! claws haven’t shook like that since undyne called me to ask about the weather... v. v
Chara: How is she so fast?
Frisk: I have no idea.
Frisk runs through the orange lasers and stops after them to observe the movement of the blue laser. Her phone buzzes again.
ALPHYS updated status.
WAIT THERE’S NO WEATHER DOWN HERE WHY DID SHE CALL ME
Frisk snickers. She has memorized the speed of the lasers and gets ready to go through it. Frisk runs half way, before stopping so that the laser can safely go through her, before continuing to run through the orange one. She does the same thing with the rest of the lasers and reaches the end of that part. There is a giant tube construct with a button on it next to her.
Frisk: Should I press it?
Chara: Wait, just give me a moment.
Chara opens the console and scans the switch. She sees the wires leading to all the lasers.
Chara: You can press it.
Frisk: Ok.
Frisk presses the switch and it turns off all the lasers. They enter the next room and her phone buzzes again.
ALPHYS updated status.
Oh My God i Forgot to Tell HEr Where To Go
Frisk: I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.
Chara: You’re right, considering the fact that there is only one way we can go.
ALPHYS posted a picture.
CUte PIC OF ME RIGHT NOW ^. ^
It’s a photo of a garbage can with several pink, glittery filters over it.
Frisk: Well, at least the trash can does look cute.
Frisk jumps over another gap using the steam vent, before Alphys calls her again.
Alphys: A-A-A Alphys here! Th... the northern door will stay locked until you... S-solve the puzzles on the right and left! I... I think you sh-should g-g-go to the right first!
Alphys hangs up. Frisk follows the advice and uses the steam vent to jump on the right side.
ALPHYS updated status.
wonder if it would be unfun if i explained the puzzle...
Frisk enters the room. When she takes a look at the puzzle, she realizes what she needs to do. She moves one of the cubes to the side and shoots the other cube and the button with the two bullets she had. Frisk exits the room and goes to the left side. On the left side, she finds a blue laser that isn’t moving.
Chara: Great. How are we supposed to get past that?
Just in the right time, Frisk’s phone starts ringing.
Alphys: Alphys! Here! Th-that blue laser seems totally impassable! B-b-but! As the Royal Scientist, I h-have some tricks up my sleeve! I’ll h-hack into th-the Hotland laser and take it out!
Alphys hangs up. Seconds later, the laser shuts down. Frisk enteres the room and solve the puzzle after a few attempts. She comes back out and goes to the big metal door. They slowly open, revealing the next area. There are a lot of small pillars with vents on them.
Chara: Be careful.
Frisk: Don’t worry, I’ve got the hang of this.
Frisk easily jumps from one pillar to another, landing on the next part of the room. The floor is spotty, like a floor of a house would look. The next area is getting darker as she keeps walking. Frisk uses her glow stick to give her more light. She notices that the room looks like a kitchen. Suddenly, she hears Mettaton whispering.
MTT: HUMAN. I HAD A PLAN OF CREATING A DEATH TRAP FOR YOU, BUT ALPHYS FAILED TO INFORM ME OF YOUR AGE. IT IS SIMPLY UNACCEPTABLE OF ME TO ATTACK AN INNOCENT YOUNG CHILD, BUT THE SHOW MUST GO ON. I WILL PRETEND TRYING TO KILL YOU AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU WOULD PLAY ALONG. IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU SWEETIE?
Frisk: I’ll manage.
MTT: IN THAT CASE, LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!!
Frisk takes a few more steps forward and the room is completely dark now. Alphys calls.
Alphys: H-hey, it’s kind of dark in there, isn’t it? Don’t worry! I’ll hack into the light system and brighten it up!
The lights turn back on, showing the simple kitchen setup. Alphys realizes that this is one of Mettaton’s rooms
Alphys: Oh no.
Mettaton gets up from the table he was hiding behind. He is wearing a chef hat.
MTT: OHHHH YES!!! WELCOME BEAUTIES, TO THE UNDERGROUND’S PREMIER COOKING SHOW!!!
A projector shows a screen that says “Cooking with a Killer Robot” on the wall.
MTT: PRE-HEAT YOUR OVENS, BECAUSE WE’VE GOT A VERY SPECIAL RECIPY FOR YOU TODAY! WE’RE GOING TO BE MAKING... A CAKE! MY LOVELY ASSISTANT HERE WILL GATHER THE INGREDIENTS. EVERYONE GIVE THEM A BIG HAND!
Confetti starts falling around frisk and clapping can be heard from the audience... or the speakers. Frisk isn’t really sure.
MTT: WE’LL NEED SUGAR, MILK, AND EGGS. GO FOR IT, SWEETHEART!
Frisk takes all of the ingredients and brings them to the table.
MTT: PERFECT! GREAT JOB, BEAUTIFUL! WE’VE GOT ALL OF THE INGREDIENTS WE NEED TO BAKE THE CAKE. MILK... SUGAR... EGGS...
...OH MY! WAIT A MAGNIFICENT MOMENT! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! WE’RE MISSING THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT!
Mettaton’s screen turns completely red as he picks up a chainsaw.
Chara: Well he likes being dramatic.
MTT: A HUMAN SOUL!!!!
Mettaton slowly starts moving towards Frisk, while she acts like she’s scared. When Mettaton gets close to Frisk, Alphys calls Mettaton.
MTT: HELLO...? I’M KIND OF IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING HERE.
Alphys; W-wait a second!!! Couldn’t you make a... Couldn’t you use a... Couldn’t you make a substitution in the recipe?
MTT: ...A SUBSTITUTION? YOU MEAN, USE A DIFFERENT, NON-HUMAN INGREDIENT? ...WHY?
Alphys: Uhh, what if someone’s... Vegan?
MTT: VEGAN.
Alphys: Well, I mean-
Before Alphys gets the chance to finish her sentence, Mettaton already finds the plan as a perfect plot twist an goes with it.
MTT: THAT’S A BRILLIANT IDEA, ALPHYS!! ACTUALLY, I HAPPEN TO HAVE AN OPTION RIGHT HERE!!!
MTT-BRAND ALWAYS-CONVENIENT HUMAN-SOUL-FLAVOR-SUBSTITUTE! A CAN OF WHICH... IS JUST OVER ON THAT COUNTER!!!
The camera switches over to the single can at the end of the room.
MTT: WELL, DARLING? WHY DON’T YOU GO GET IT?
Frisk walks over to the counter. Just as she is about to grab the can, the counter lifts up to the sky (well, the Computerworld’s definition of the sky, to be more accurate).
MTT: BY THE WAY, OUR SHOW RUNS ON A STRICT SCHEDULE. IF YOU CAN’T GET THE CAN IN THE NEXT ONE MINUTE... WE’LL JUST HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE ORIGINAL PLAN!!! SO... BETTER START CLIMBING, BEAUTIFUL!!!
Alphys calls Frisk.
Alphys: Oh no!!! There’s not enough time to climb up! F-f-fortunately, I might have a plan! Those boots that i gave you, i made a few... features.
Frisk hears the metal plates on the bottom of the boots moving.
Alphys; They’re poered by magic and you’re determination, so they should be able to keep you going long enough to get to the top and back safely.
Chara: Should?!
Frisk: Thanks Alphys.
Frisk hangs up the phone.
Chara: You’re not really going to do that... are you?
Frisk: Watch me.
Frisk activates the boots and starts flying up. Mettaton is flying as well, his leg and wheel transformed into a rocket. He starts throwing out some eggs from a basket. Frisk takes a few seconds to get used to flying, but she quickly gets the hang of it and succeeds at dodging. Mettaton starts pouring flour down. Frisk gets covered by some of it, but she keeps going. She keeps flying up and dodges the milk Mettaton was pouring down. Mettaton uses everything he has against Frisk, but she skillfully dodges everything and finally reaches the top.
MTT: MY MY. IT SEEMS YOU’VE BESTED ME. BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU HAD THE HELP OF THE BRILLIANT DOCTOR ALPHYS! OH, I LOATHE TO THINK OF WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU WITHOUT HER!!! WELL, TOODLES!!
All the cameras shut down, completing the show.
MTT: GREAT PERFORMANCE SWEETIE.
Mettaton gets ready to fly away, but Frisk calls him back
Frisk: Wait! What about the cake?
MTT: OH YES! ABOUT THE SUBSTITUTION... HAVEN’T YOU EVER SEEN A COOKING SHOW BEFORE? I ALREADY BAKED THE CAKE AHEAD OF TIME!!!!! SO FORGET IT!!!
Mettaton flies away and Frisk slowly descends back to ground level. She gets a call from Alphys.
Alphys: Wow! We... we did it!! We... we really did it!!! Great job out there, team! W-well, uh, anyway, let’s keep heading forward!!!
Frisk moves on to the next area and finds a save point.
An ominous structure looms in the distance. You’re filled with determination
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The Core shines, with its pure white metal and blue lights, creating light with the lava bellow.
Ne arrives at Kris’ base. The two guards at the entrance walk up to him.
“Identify yourself”
Ne: Come on guys, doesn’t my look say enough.
“For all we know, you could be an intruder in disguise.”
Ne: Good point.
Ne raises his hand, sending out harmless blue energy, writing a “WE OK NOW?” with it.
“Yeah, that works, you can pass”
Ne enters the base and asks the first person he finds where is Kris. The guard tells him that he is in his main room on top floor. Ne finds a nearby elevator and uses it to get to the top floor. he reaches the floor and exits the elevator. Finding Kris’ room wasn’t hard, since it is the most secured one, with a steel door that has fingerprint scanners, key card scanners, eye and voice check system and one key hole. Kris probably has the key needed to unlock that. Feeling to lazy to wait for anyone to unlock the door for him, Ne phase shifts through the key hole in the room. When he returns to his normal form, he notices Kris sitting behind a computer, a huge bulletproof glass wall behind him and finally, two guards aiming their guns at him, probably scared from him suddenly showing up.
Ne: Heh. Guess I should have knocked first.
Kris sighs.
Kris: Put your guns down, you can leave us.
Kris presses a button on his table that unlocks the door and the guards exit. The door closes behind them.
Kris: You do realize that it’s rude that you just went through my last defense system like that.
Ne: I like to think of it as a friendly advice on what you should fix.
Kris: Whatever. What are you doing here?
Ne: I have a favor to ask of you.
Kris: Okay. What is it?
Ne: With all of the chaos that’s happening around Computerworld, Sentinels are probably gonna try to take over the place. I am fast, but not fast enough to defend Computerworld and the rest of the city and I’m pretty sure that Frisk already went through the first half of the Computerworld.
Kris: So you want the place secured? No problem.
Ne: Thanks. Really appreciate it.
Ne phase shifts back out the same way he entered the room and goes on the roof of the base. Kris turns around to look at the window, already assuming his exit route. Ne jumps from the roof, right in front of Kris’ room.
Kris: Called it.
Ne lands as softly as possibly, so the guards behind him don’t get as much surprised from his landing. He creates his bike and drives to Amy’s house. While he’s riding the bike, he opens his jacket and takes the reserve stripes he had hidden so that he doesn’t need to go to a locker just so he could cover up the plates and turns off the light on his helmet visor. In nearby alley, he turns the bike back into energy and absorbs it. After checking if he remembered to do everything, Ne walks the rest of the way to Amy’s house. When he reaches the house, he knocks on the door. Amy unlocks and opens the door. She’s wearing a gray T-shirt with text that says “Not lazy, just power saving” and blue sweatpants. Ne loves seeing her smile every time hen they meet outside of “work”
Amy: Great timing, I could use your... skill.
Ne: Okay?
Amy lets him enter the house and closes the door behind him, locking it.
Amy: I used all of the serums.
Ne: Oh, alright, Where is it?
Amy: With the rest of the gear, on the table in the living room.
Ne goes to the living room and finds the vials on the table. He checks if all of them are there
Ne: All ten of them. Good
Amy follows him as he goes into the kitchen and fills every vial up with water, before adding some of his adaptation magic in them and closes them.
Ne: Good as new.
He hands her the vials and she returns them on the table. They both sit on the couch in the living room.
Ne: Wait, when did you run out of them?
Amy: I used the last one a few minutes ago.
Ne: You had another soul-attack?! Why didn’t you call me?
Amy: Well, you said that you would visit me and I still had one more vial.
Ne: Yeah, but I still don’t know if they’ll always work. Me using them as your medicine was a lucky accident when that happened.
Amy: Well it has been working so far, hasn’t it?
Ne: No it hasn’t. They are only stabilizing you, but you aren’t getting healed.
Amy: Well, maybe there is no healing it.
Ne: There is. I just haven’t found it yet.
Amy: It’s not your responsibility to take care of me.
Ne: You need these because of me. I’m pretty sure that makes me responsible.
Amy keeps quiet, having nothing else to say.
Ne: ...I will cure you.
Amy leans on his shoulder.
Amy: I know.
Prologue
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