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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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a-froger-epic · 3 years

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Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

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Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

#Queen band #Freddie Mercury #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #Brian May #interview #i am so excited about this #so much into #information #JB

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April 11, 2021: Tootsie (1982) (Recap)

To be clear, I like Dustin Hoffman.

I can’t exactly claim that I’ve seen him in a lot of his most iconic roles, but I’m planning on fixing that this year for sure! On my to-watch list this year and beyond is Midnight Cowboy, Kramer vs. Kramer, Stranger Than Fiction, and Marathon Man at the very least.

But that’s not to say I haven’t seen him in other iconic roles of his, of course. Fun fact: I actually tried to do this project in 2019, and it...didn’t work. But, one of the films I watched that year was one of Hoffman’s most iconic dramatic films: Rain Man.

Oh, and by the way, that movie is not about an autistic man. Or, rather, it’s not based on a man diagnosed with one of the autism spectrum disorders. Instead, he actually most likely had a genetic disorder called FG syndrome, unrelated to the spectrum disorders. Ironic, since Hoffman’s character was the pop-cultural depiction of autism that people STILL refer to quite often, and quite inaccurately. But, obviously, that’s not Hoffman’s fault, and he was good in the movie, to be fair.

I grew up with him in Hook, as the pirate captain himself (I still do his laugh sometimes, it’s weird, I know). He had an underappreciated starring role in one of my favorite guilty-pleasure films, Outbreak (I fucking love that movie, and I’m not ashamed to admit that). He was in Finding Neverland, but I just forgot about that until I looked up his filmography to write this intro. And, of course...Master Shifu.

So, yeah, I actually DO like Dustin Hoffman, despite the fact that his role in The Graduate wasn’t stellar for me. Just seemed kinda miscast, and a little too awkward to be even slightly sympathetic. Then again, he wasn’t really meant to be, so maybe Hoffman was the perfect choice. Even then, he still acted well in it.

And anyway, I watched that movie for two major reasons. One, it was on my list of films to see, and TWO: it was a lead-up to the ACTUAL Hoffman film I wanted to watch this month: Tootsie. After all, I just watched rom-com Some Like It Hot, and if you’ve looked at me schedule, you know what film is coming next. So, this one fits in my planned schedule. Why? Well...there’s a theme.

Yup. I actually picked these movies for a reason. See, here’s the thing: this is a repeated trope in comedies, and I’ve always wondered whether or not it’s...problematic. But, much to my surprise with Some Like It Hot, they actually used the situation to comment on the female experience. I mean, not necessarily really well, but they tried at the very least. And for a film from 1959, that ain’t bad!

Which isn’t to say that it’s entirely clean, of course, but it was far better than I’d expected. So, if 1959 did that OK, how did 1982 do? Let’s find out, shall we?

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Michael Dorsey (Dustin Hoffman) is an acting coach, as well as being an actor himself. However, he’s not the most successful actor, as he keeps attempting to audition for pieces, only to get refused for nebulous reasons, or refuses them when he disagrees with the director. He might want to take his own advice, for the record.

In the meantime, he works in a restaurant with Jeff Slater (Bill Murray), a playwright and roommate. That night, the night of his birthday, he spends time with an actress friend, Sandy Lester (Teri Garr), and also hits on the majority of women there that night.

As the party concludes, and various people go home, Sandy is abandoned by her date, and Michael offers to take her home. She breaks down crying, and Michael guesses that she’s upset about an upcoming audition. He gives her some coaching advice, and manages to get her to produce the correct emotion for the role. Afraid that she’ll lose it without him, he agrees to accompany her to the audition and enrage her. It’s very funny.

That morning, however, she IMMEDIATELY gets kicked out of the audition, as she wasn’t right for the part. However, when he goes to help her by speaking with an actor on the show, he finds out that the actor is off the show, and is instead getting a part that MICHAEL was supposed to get. Now enraged himself, he goes to speak with his agent, George Fields (Sydney Pollack), and the two have a tense conversation. It’s revealed that because of his difficult nature, he has a terrible reputation in acting circles, and literally nobody will hire him.

Challenge accepted.

Now dressed up as a woman named “Dorothy Michaels”, he goes back to the audition that passed on Sandy. Like her, he’s also immediately rejected by the director, Ron Carlisle (Dabney Coleman), who insists that she’s too “gentile” for the part of a hospital administrator. This causes “Dorothy” to go off, in a righteous monologue that accuses Ron for conflating power with masculinity. Which...yeah, he totally is, and DAMN, it’s a good tell-off!

Producer Rita Marshall (Doris Belack) agrees, and invites “Dorothy” to read for the part. He comes in to read, and in the process meets Julie Nichols (Jessica Lange), to whom he’s IMMEDIATELY attracted. He brushes that off, and the audition commences. From there, he gets the part, which is a regular part on a soap opera called Southwest General.

Now fully invested in the dumbest idea anybody’s ever had, “Dorothy” goes to her agent and tells him the ridiculous news, and asks for $1000 to go shopping for more clothing. Back at their apartment, Michael speaks to Jeff about the whole situation. He notes that he’s doing this to get the money for his play in Syracuse, which requires $8000 to produce.

Sandy is to be cast in this play, which is an issue, as they now need to explain where the money came from, as it’s technically from the part that SHE was refused for, which would hurt her feelings. He lies and says that the money’s from a deceased relative. While in her place, and while she’s in the shower, he decides to try on some of her clothes to get ideas for Dorothy. But when she walks in on him, he lies AGAIN and says that he’s sexually attracted to her. And she reciprocates IMMEDIATELY, which leads to an unintended relationship.

On the set, “Dorothy” finds out that he’ll be kissing John Van Horn (George Gaynes), an older actor who’s clearly a bit past his prime, and makes it a point to kiss every actress on the set when they start on the show. Gross. Michael agrees, and when the scene comes, he improvises and has his character (Emily) hit the doctor instead.

While the director (who’s a DICK, by the way) notes the improvisation, he approves of it, while also discouraging any similar actions in the future, and calling her “toots”. “Dorothy” takes it, rather than talks back. John compliments her on the improvisation, and then kisses “Dorothy” anyway, much to Michael’s shock!

We also find out that Julie, who plays a nurse on the show, is dating director Ron. Later on, though, Michael observes him making out with another actress on stage. Shortly after this, Julie invites “Dorothy” to dinner at her place, which is eagerly accepted. At dinner, we find out that Julie has a young daughter and that her relationship with Ron is...not stellar.

They have a discussion about being a woman in the ‘80s, and the complexities inherent in that concept, which is an interesting theme of this movie! Gotta say, this is a more socially-conscious version of Some Like It Hot, and I really like that! But the conversation is cut short when Michael realizes that he’d promised dinner with Sandy that night, and leaves in a hurry.

Dinner with Sandy is awkward, as Sandy is...Sandy is a lot, to be honest. But, she tells Michael that the woman hired in her stead on the soap opera (who is, of course, Michael himself), is written as a wimp, rather than tough as intended, and that she should change that. Michael agrees, and actively goes against the script to make the character of Emily far tougher. and essentially a feminist.

While this causes some grief to Ron and Rita at first, Dorothy Michaels soon becomes a massively successful and popular actress on the show, and her popularity absolutely explodes. Michael’s wrapped up in the success of Dorothy Michaels, and thinks that she might be able to branch outside of the role of the soap opera. Which is difficult, as his agent points out, because of the simple fact that Michael is...well, Michael.

At a party that his agent invites him to, Michael meets Julie AS MICHAEL. He uses a line on her that she’d mentioned before to Dorothy, only to be met with a drink to the face. Which is fair, as the line was about being honest about wanting to have sex with her, so I get it.

On the set soon afterwards, we see that the show is becoming more progressive, allowing Julie’s nurse character to stand up to John’s chief doctor character. After the scene is done, the director once again calls Dorothy “toots” instead of her real name, and Dorothy absolutely snaps back at him, and rightfully so! In response, Julie goes and invites Dorothy to a weekend in the country, on her father’s farm. Despite some rebuke from Jeff for lying to Sandy AND Julie, Michael as “Dorothy” goes on the trip.

This, by the way, is an excellent time to mention that this film is exuding some real strong, uh, vibes. You know...alphabet mafia vibes. Like, it’s definitely there, heavily leaning towards Julie. Obviously, “Dorothy” is actually the heterosexual Michael, but that’s not helping, just saying. And there’s literally (and absolutely obviously) nothing wrong with that, but it’s so strong at this point that it’s hard to ignore.

On the farm, “Dorothy” meets Les Nichols (Charles Durning), Julie’s lonely and genuinely nice father, if a bit old-fashioned in his views on gender politics. He’s also got the hots for “Dorothy”, which is funny-but-awkward as shit. That night, Julie tells “Dorothy” some very personal things about her dreams as a child, which is a genuinely very sweet scene. And can I just say, that this movie is both funny and quite heartfelt? I love it! Also, again, the vibes...THE VIBES.

Meanwhile, the popularity of “Dorothy” continues to skyrocket, to the frustration of director Ron, but to the delight of producer Rita, who decides to extend her contract with the soap opera by a full year! Oh FUCK! Realizing what the hell he’s gotten himself into, Michael calls his agent, who tells him that it was in his contract, meaning he’s basically fucked.

Jeff also tries to help hi, out of it, to no avail. Just then, though, they get a call from Julie, looking for “Dorothy”. She’s been having her doubts about her relationship with Ron, and she realizes that she’s been settling for Ron and other men like him. And Dorothy’s inspired her to be a better person, and to be honest with others and with herself. Fuckin’ OOF.

Just then, Ron arrives, allowing them some alone time, as Julie is getting ready for their night out. In the process, “Dorothy” reveals that she knows about his indiscretions with other women. Ron proceeds to use the EXACT SAME EXCUSE that Michael used to excuse his lies to Sandy, and it’s well-executed! Good job, writers, that’s pretty awesome.

“Dorothy” promises to watch Julie’s daughter for the night, which proves a bit of an issue, but he works it out. Julie returns later on, having broken up with Ron. Another heart-to-heart ensues, but this one is concluded with a revelation that Julie is lonely, despite the fact that she appreciates Dorothy’s influence and friendship. And then, "Dorothy” tries to kiss Julie. OH

Yeah, Julie’s not exactly chuffed about this as, despite a LOT of “Sappho and her friends” vibes, she doesn’t actually swing that way. “Dorothy” tries to explain, but this is interrupted by a call from Julie’s dad! He asks her out on a date that night, and “Dorothy” accepts. On said date, he FUCKIN’ PROPOSES TO HER! She promises to think about it, and takes the fuck OFF.

And to continue the parade of “Fuck me, I guess” that marching down Michael Street, who should show up at the apartment but John, from the show! Having followed her home the previous night (YIKES BUDDY), he literally serenades her outside of the apartment window, before “Dorothy” lets him in. It’s there that he reveals he’s MADLY in lust with her, and it’s HILARIOUSLY awkward. Thankfully, just as John is forcing himself on her, Jeff walks in on them, interrupting John’s actions, and causing him to leave in shame.

AND FUCKING THEN, after all of that, Sandy arrives at the apartment to find out why Michael’s not returned her phone calls. And Sandy’s a lot, sure, but all of her concerns are completely valid and legitimate. And despite Michael’s impressive ability to lie, he tells her the truth: he’s in love with another woman. Which she absolutely freaks the fuck out about, but whatever, not like Michael doesn’t deserve that.

Having had it with all the drama around Dorothy’s life, he goes to his agent and hilariously recounts to him the whole series of events that’s taken place. Still struggling to find a way to get out of the situation, he goes to work the next day, for an awkward conversation with Julie. She thanks Dorothy for inspiring her to be true to herself, which cuts DEEP, but still says that they shouldn’t spend time together anymore.

Producer Rita arrives with news: the erasure of a reel of footage has forced them to shoot a scene live. Said scene involves a party being thrown for Dorothy’s characters, putting her in the starring role. And THAT is when Michael takes his chance. Dorothy improvises a monologue about Emily’s REAL past, as a twin who tragically died before realizing her dream to become a hospital administrator. Ripping off his disguise, Michael reveals himself as Emily’s twin brother, Edward!

Everyone on stage and at home is SHOCKED, especially Les, John, Sandy, and of course, Julie. And once the cameras stop rolling, Julie now understands everything. She walks right up to Michael...AND PUNCHES HIM IN THE DICK

John asks if Jeff knows, and I break in half laughing.

Months pass. Michael was able to fund Jeff’s play in Syracuse, and goes to meet Les, who lives in the area. The two make amends after an understandably awkward reunion, and they begin the journey to become friends after everything. This prompts Michael to return to the city and speak with Julie, who is...less than happy to see him. Which, yeah, entirely fair.

But, again overcoming the initial awkwardness, Julie is able to admit that she misses her friend Dorothy. And Michael reciprocates, speaking for Dorothy, who is...well, him. He says the following great line:

I was a better man with you as a woman than I ever was with a woman as a man.

And from there...the two decide to rekindle a friendship, with Julie asking to borrow one of Michael’s dresses. And y’know...I’m rooting for those crazy kids.

That’s Tootsie! And, uh...I love it! I LOVE it. I actually think this is a great film, and one of the best I’ve seen this month. But I’ll elaborate...in the Review! See you there!

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‘Cool’ by Jonas Brothers (Calum Hood Fluff)

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Summary: (Y/N) and Calum are in Miami for an award show. Inspired by 'Cool' by Jonas Brothers (Words: 2.2k)

"Morning, my love." I hear (Y/N) mumble, half asleep, still in my arms, face buried in my neck. I smile, still refusing to open my arms. We are tangled together, in a bed that is showered by sunlight, I feel her naked skin on my naked skin, so the person who dares make me get up from this bed will be dead by my own hands. "Morning, sweetheart." I pull her waist closer to mine, wanting to feel her more on me. I hold her to my body, her softness making me feel complete and mellow. Even at the moments when the world seems to be on 1000 miles per hour, she seems to make everything slow down and make sense. "We need breakfast..." She yawns, kissing my neck. I hum in agreement, bringing my hand in her hair. "We will get room service in a bit, love." I reply, feeling her silky locks on my fingertips. "I want pancakes with chocolate. And coffee. And strawberries with whipped cream." She states, her lips grazing my skin with every word that comes out of them. "Hungry much?" I ask her with a chuckle. "You worked me up pretty well last night. I need food." She replies, crawling up and bringing her face to mine. "Well then, you'll get whatever you ask for, my love." I reply, placing my hand on her face. She hums happily and smiles, leaning down to kiss my lips in the softest manner. "Order the food, baby. I am famished." She whispers and I nod. "Famished? Aren't you just being a drama queen?" I ask her and cocks an eyebrow. "Shut up and get me my food." She shakes her head chuckling as she pushes herself off the bed. "Where are you going?" I ask her, grabbing her wrist. "I need a shower. And my food better be here by the time I am out of there." She replies, giggling softly. "Harsh demands..." I mumble, letting her go. "That's why you adore me." She replies, walking to the bathroom and swaying her hips all the way there, her bare body becoming a fucking temptation.

I have the room service set up the breakfast in our balcony, deciding to start our day there. I light up a cigarette while waiting for (Y/N) to be done with her shower, enjoying the view of Miami Beach from the balcony. She walks out in the balcony with a towel wrapped around her body, hair still wet and sticking on her body. "Looks so good." She moans, picking up a strawberry before she sits down. I stare at her, smiling at the sight before me. Her lips look so good as she wraps them around the strawberry taking a big bite out of it. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking as well. But not about the food." I reply and she smiles mischievously. "Eat up. You will need the calories today..." She passes me the plate of pancakes. "What time are you having the hair appointment?" I ask her. "3:30. The girls and I have booked a suite to get ready for the awards together. Booze, treats, ladies' time, so we can look pretty when our men win their fucking awards..." She replies, cheering for me. "If we win..." I remind her and she scoffs. "When you win. All this hard work last year will be recognized at last." She encourages me, picking up another strawberry.

"Looks good?" I ask Michael as I fix the buttons of my blazer. "Too good, mate. (Y/N) might get ideas..." He pats my shoulder, laughing lightly. "Ideas?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows together. "You know..." He says, pointing at the ring on his ring finger. "Well, she wouldn't be getting ideas I haven't been having already." I reply, making him look at me shocked. "You planning to?" He asks. "Since day 2. When I woke up next to her feeling like starring in an old Hollywood romantic movie." I reply, smiling at him. "No fucking way... Anytime soon?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow. "No... And yes..." I shrug, walking away from him.

The limo drives us to the venue of the award show. Just us though, the ladies took a different car, so the band can do some press first before we get completely stupefied by our women. All I can think now is (Y/N) and how good she is going to look, how she is going to be the prettiest girl in the room... I barely say a word during the interviews, looking in the crowd to find (Y/N). And when I see her, walking towards me, wearing her amazing red slip dress, looking like she could give every top model a run for their money, I leave everyone behind me, walk to her fast to get with her without spending more time being away from her. "Fuck me... You look stunning..." I breathe out, scanning her figure. "You like it?" She asks, grinning at me. "Are you kidding me? I can't even speak right now... I can't take my eyes off of you..." I gasp, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Took a lot of money and a lot of time to look this good." She states, her little giggle sounding like music to my ears. "Worth every penny. But let me tell you a secret, my love. You don't need all of that to take my breath away..." I whisper in her ear, placing my hand on her lower back as we walk back to the interviewer.

"And now we know why Calum has been quiet this whole time. (Y/N), you look AMAZING." The interviewer says cheerfully. (Y/N) turns red, smiling brightly at the compliment. "Thank you so much. You look really good as well." She compliments her back. "Is she always that sweet, Cal?" She asks me and I chuckle. "Oh man, she is such a hypeman... Everything I do, she makes it seem huge and celebration-worthy. She is my cheerleader, 24/7." I reply, tangling my fingers with hers. "Well, you must have been celebrating a lot this year, cause it seems like it has been your greatest year this far." The woman states and I hum. "It does, right? There are so many things going on, so much success and recognition for which I am thankful. And a lot of this happiness I seem to be on lately is due to (Y/N)... She makes me feel cool, but at the same time, she keeps me grounded so all of that high doesn't get to my head and makes me arrogant. Plus, she is my muse, so my success is her success as well." I state and (Y/N) chuckles. "You've written songs for her? How cute..." She coos. "Every single song is about me. I get to wake up next to him and find him scribbling on paper and when I ask him what he is doing, he always replies he had an idea while we were sleeping. And then a couple of days later he comes home with a demo and tells me to listen to it. And every time, he outdoes himself and writes an even better song than the last time. He is the greatest songwriter, I am telling you." (Y/N) chimes in, making my heart flutter as I listen to her talking about me. "There, right there. I told you she is my hypeman..." I chuckle and press my lips on her temple. "Well, when the muse looks that good, he has to do great..." The interviewer compliments her again, and she leans her head on my shoulder. "He was doing great before I even came around." (Y/N) replies, rubbing her thumb over my hand. "You guys are the coolest couple..." She coos and goes back to Luke, asking him about the new album. I look at (Y/N), finding her presence comforting, helping me take the edge of this interview.

Once we are done, we move to take our arranged seats. I don't let go of her hand for even a second, making sure to leave a peck on the back of it every few minutes. "You are nervous." She states, bringing her free hand to touch my arm. "I am not." I chuckle. "Yeah, you are. Baby, you have at least one award in your pocket. No one does this better than you. You don't need to worry." She assures me, bringing our hands up and pressing a kiss on my knuckles, just above my rings. "Darling, I have nothing to be nervous about. I am here, nominated, wearing these designer clothes. And you are here, next to me, looking like a damn queen with this red dress on, sharing this once of a lifetime experience with me. I have already won. And you are the only thing I need to feel like a winner." I state, turning to look at her. She purses her lips together, nodding her head. "Make sure to say that on your winning speech..." She replies, stepping in front of me and standing on her toes to kiss me softly. "Let's go to our seats." I murmur, even though I really wish I could just stay in this spot and make out with her.

(Y/N) seems to be more nervous than any of us as we wait for our nominations to roll in. She is bouncing her leg, biting on her acrylics, and twisting one of the rings on her fingers. I place my hand on her thigh, making her look at me and smile at her. "Win or lose, I still got you. And that's all I care." I whisper, kissing the spot under her ear. "You deserve this. The 4 of you do. But you, as an individual, deserve this the most. Those past few years were crazy for you, and you pushed through that like a rock star, cause that's exactly what you are. And if these people don't give you that award, they are going to catch these hands." She threatens, making me laugh and shake my head. "They should feel afraid..." I whisper, smiling at how fierce she is.

(Y/N) squeezes on my hand as they are about to announce the winner for album of the year. This is our last nomination, last chance for walking out of here with an award. I can hear her mumbling 'I love you' over and over again like it is some kind of prayer. "And the winner is... Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer. Congratulations." The announcer says on the mic, just as the chorus of Youngblood starts playing through the speakers. (Y/N) shrieks as we stand up to get on stage. I hug the guys, thanking them for being together in this before I turn to (Y/N). The guys walk ahead, but I stop for a moment, looking at (Y/N) who is already crying. I pull her in for a kiss, pretending that there is just us in the room, and she looks gorgeous in her dress and that there is not a soul looking at us. "Go get that award. Go, go..." She pushes me away, smiling at me and blowing me a kiss. I join the rest of the guys and we walk on stage as everyone applauds us. I just look at (Y/N), who looks so happy that my heart wants to burst.

We take turns saying our thank you's, thanking our producers and parents, and fans. I am the last to be handed the microphone, so I have enough time to make up a small speech. "First of all, I want to thank these guys, Ashton, Michael, Luke, for this journey. They are more than bandmates, they are more than friends, at this point they are my family... I want to thank our fans, for loving us and loving this album. Oh God, of course, my parents, for letting me pursue my dream and being so proud of me. And last but not least, I want to thank my beautiful girl, this amazing woman who seems to be more excited and happy for this award than anyone else. Damn it, I love my life right now. Thank you." I only look at her, taking in her face lighting up with happiness.

People cheer for us as we get off the stage, probably beaming with happiness. "I told you that you'd win this thing." (Y/N) whispers as we go back to our seats, smiling so much that her face will be in pain in a bit. "I think they got scared you would beat their ass if we didn't get the award." I reply and she hums. "They saved themselves by the skin of their teeth..." She says, cocking an eyebrow. "I really wanna marry you... I really do. So on the next award, I get I can say 'I thank my incredible wife'. Because calling you my wife is a dream." I whisper, causing (Y/N) to chuckle softly. "Are you proposing to me right now?" She asks and I shake my head no. "Not right now. I am just telling you my plan..." I reply, tilting her chin up and pressing my lips on hers. "I like this plan... A lot..." She whispers, rubbing her nose on mine. "Good."

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bobbyl1032 · 4 years

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Billy Joel Tokyo Dome Live Concert

For the Live Review I was unfortunately not able to watch something live in the past week. So I have decided to cover Billy Joel’s live concert performance in the Tokyo Dome, in Tokyo, Japan. This concert appeared live in 2006, it is honestly crazy to believe for how current it appears. The Tokyo Dome is typically known for displaying baseball, and this worked out perfectly for this concert because it was so spacious, which just added another element to enhancing the sound of the music and singing. The venue being held in the Tokyo Dome was a perfect fit, the visuals and audio were both done exceptionally well. A fun fact about Billy Joel and his concerts is that Billy Joel has said that he will have one show a month at the Madison Square Garden as long as it is sold out. As a matter of fact, Joel was supposed to have his 74th consecutive monthly show in March, but it was postponed due to COVID-19 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Joel_in_Concert).

Currently at age 71, Joel has not shown any signs of slowing down, at least for now, we will see after COVID-19 eventually makes it’s exit. Also, as of right now, Billy Joel in concert has made a whopping $454.9 million in the box office since 2014. That amount has been generated from an insane amount of shows (181) and an average of $2.513 million a show. When presented with the question if Joel could ever see himself doing a farewell tour he responded with this “No. I think the way it’ll happen is there’ll be a night where I feel like I can’t do it well anymore - I can’t hit the notes, I don’t have the physical stamina, I’m not into it. And that night, I’ll know it’s time to stop. I might even decide right then and there this is my last show”(https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/billy-joel-turning-70-donald-trump-new-music-831081/).

The concert had a mix of Joel’s hits and album tracks, as that was typically the type of show he would put on. There was one expectation at MSG though, where he strictly played his 33 “hits”. The concert held in the Tokyo Dome had a set list as the following,

0:00:00 Opening

0:00:23 Prelude /Angry Young Man

0:05:55 My Life

0:11:54 Honesty

0:15:57 New York State Of Mind

0:23:31 Allentown

0:28:03 The Stranger

0:32:40 Just The Way You Are

0:37:45 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

0:41:49 An Innocent Man

0:48:26 She's Always A Woman

0:52:09 I Got To Extremes

0:56:59 The River Of Dreams

1:02:52 We Didn't Start The Fire

1:07:47 Big Shot

1:12:15 It's Still Rock And Roll To Me

1:15:55 You May Be Right

Encore

1:21:55 Scenes From Italian Restaurant

1:30:27 Piano Man

My personal favorites in that specific track list are “My Life”, “Movin’ Out(Anthony’s Song)”, “The River of Dreams”, “We Didn’t Start The Fire”, and “It’s Still Rock and Roll To Me”. It’s honestly quite amazing how well Joel is still able to perform at his age, and at the same time he still makes all his music sound exactly the way that it should. Just watching the Youtube video of the live concert alone gives me regret that I was not able to be there, even though I was only 5 at the time, and lived in the United States. After listening to all the tracks in the concert, there was no better feeling than the encore which occurred at about the 1:20:00 mark, where the audience cheered and applauded at an alarming rate. Joel then came back on stage and performed an additional two songs. It just so happens that two of these songs are in my top 3 of favorite songs from him. These two songs were “Scenes From an Italian Restaurant” and “Piano Man”. This is when the concert officially cleared my expectations. The whole show itself was sensational, but this segment is really what solidified it as extraordinary for me. I 1000% recommend that anyone watches this live concert, it is just simply a brilliant display of music and an immense amount of effort put in by Joel (He is practically dripping in sweat by the end).

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retro-rezz-the-est · 5 years

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The Right Alpha (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O smut)

Summary: Just some lovely threesome action with our favorite Samoan and our thicc Scottish bastard (so just pretend that Ro is still on RAW lmao).

Word Count: 6,464 ^^;

Warnings: mentions of a dickbag ex-boyfriend in the beginning, semi-public sex, Drew being a tad bit of a little shit (bc that’s a warning on its own lol), possessiveness, biting/marking, anal and I think that’s it??? Correct me if i’m wrong lmao. Also, this is my first time writing anything AU themed, so feedback is appreciated! :)

(A/N: Here it is, y’all! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. My brain was just in 1000 different places at once lol. Thank you all so so so so much for 400+ followers, and I can’t tell you all how much I love and appreciate every single last one of you <3. Here’s to 500 and more threesome fic action!)

(Y/n): your name

“Oh, come on!”

“We said no, (Y/n), and that’s final,” Ember chastised you from her seat nearby, her golden irises seeming to flare when the Scot’s name came out of your mouth.

Your eyes went to slits as you turned your head to face her, pulling your leg out from underneath you to let Roman lace up your ring boots. “Well, why don’t you guys like him? He hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Exactly, small fry. He hasn’t,” the Samoan said. “Yet.”

Groaning, you hopped off of the supply crate you sat on and leaned up against the back wall. They never did seem to like seeing anyone get close to you, especially after the whole situation with your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

You could still hear all of the names he called you, how he kept you away from Ember and Ro for long periods of time, and how he tried to make you wear that fucking collar that read “Omega Bitch” on it…

After that whole fiasco (and after you had to physically pull Ember off of him for cheating on you with some unmated girl he picked up from a bar), they were there to keep you stable and well.

And away from any and all potential partners.

“But, Drew’s different, I think. He seems like a sweet guy.”

The fiery haired woman scoffed, replying, “Yeah, a ‘sweet guy’ who has a record of bagging and shagging Omegas for a quick fuck and then leaving them the very next night for a new score.”

“She’s got a point, (Y/n). Literally everyone on the damn roster knows about his record,” Ro added, coming up to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist. “We just want to protect you after what happened last time.”

“Oh, really? Is that why you always step up to him whenever he gets 10 feet away from me?

Pulling you closer, he rested his chin on top of your head and chuckled, feeling you try to shove him away.

“You know, just because you two are Alphas-”

“And your best friends…”

“-doesn’t mean that you have to shield me from virtually everyone who comes in my path,” you continued, rolling your eyes at her intrusion. “Besides, my true mate is out there somewhere. Are you guys just gonna shield me from them too?”

You felt Roman move away from you just as you saw Ember rise from her own seat.

“Of course not, girl,” she answered, bumping her forehead against yours. “But, it’s just not gonna be him. Believe me, I know these things.”

The three of you shared a laugh and you could feel their unique scents wrap around you. As comforting as it was, you could still feel Roman’s eyes lock onto the back of your head with a strange firmness, almost as if he didn’t want to look away…

“Anyway, you still have to get dressed and prepped for our tag match tonight, Moon, so I suggest you go do that.”

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you turned her around and lightly pushed her in the direction of the women’s locker room, gaining another soft chuckle from her.

“I suppose I have to. Don’t wanna go out to the ring in my sweats,” she commented, letting out a dramatic sigh and walking away.

Placing his forehead to yours, you felt him give you another quick squeeze before letting go. “Kick some Riott Squad ass out there, ya heard?”

“Aye, captain.”

You gave him a mock salute and waved as he too walked off, leaving you alone in the large hallway as echoes of the ongoing Universe bounced off the concrete walls. Pivoting on your heel, you grabbed your leather jacket from the crate behind you and sauntered off, unaware of the large Scotsman’s presence nearby.

A few minutes had passed of you walking over to the stage area to mentally prepare yourself for your match until a whiff of strong whiskey, leather and amber swept itself under your nose.

Oh, fuck me…

“Well, hello there, leannan.” (sweetheart)

You felt the hairs on your arm rise as you slowly turned around to face the large Scot, his feet falling heavily on the ground as he stalked towards you.

“H-Hey there, Drew,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “W-What are you d-doing here?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear ya talkin’ ‘bout me with your two… friends… a little while ago and I saw ya gettin’ a little bit flustered,” he said as he continued to walk towards you with a smirk on your face, your feet propelling your body to move backwards.

This dance continued for a quick moment of silence before your back hit a nearby wall and he placed his hands on said wall to keep you there, trapped and in place for him.

Alone.

“You can feel it too, right, lass? Tell me ya can.”

Oh crap, crap, fuck, you thought as you felt his scent cover you like a warm duvet. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded and you mewled, lolling your head to the side.

A deep rumble shook his chest as he took in the sight of the unbitten nape of your neck. “Ah, so you’re unclaimed as well? I can change that one for ya, gaol.” (love)

His body pressed against yours next to the stage area, taking one hand to hold your head and the other to grip your waist. Leaning down, he rested his head in the crook of your neck and took in heavy whiffs of your own lavender, honey and cherry scent.

Should I tell him? Oh god, if I do then Roman will actually kill him. Especially Ember, your mind ran at a million miles an hour when he brushed his nose against the sensitive spot underneath your chin and you sighed contently.

Drew’s hand on your waist began to drift skyward and held you tighter, as if you were going to drift away if he let go. He chuckled and you felt it even through the layers of your ring gear, and you could slowly feel yourself drifting further and further into his touch…

“McIntyre! You get your grimy paws off her right the fuck now!”

Oh shit.

The two of you quickly departed when Ember roared. Her hair began to glow as brightly as her eyes did in that moment, and you swore you could see her teeth get sharp and her nails grow.

“I am so dead,” you murmured to yourself as she booked it over to the two of you at full speed, nearly colliding with the Scottish man when she stopped.

Going toe-to-toe with him, she growled, “If you ever, ever, ever, put your filthy hands on my friend again, I swear on everything that I’ll rip your balls off.”

She scoffed, stepping back to eye him up and down. “And trying to claim her when she’s clearly not your mate? Now that’s just pathetic, even for you, Drew.”

That’s because he is! you mentally screamed at her as she shoved her hand between the two of you and shoved, pulling you away from the wall.

She tugged you towards the stage area and you willingly went with her, despite all of your nerves and inner thoughts telling you otherwise. “Come on, (Y/n). Our match is just about to go on.”

Glancing back at Drew, you frowned a little, seeing his slightly hurt expression and how Ember’s nails left a slight mark on his chest. You sighed, placing a smile on your face anyways and letting Ember lead you two out as her theme began to play overhead.

Getting the win felt good, but pinning Ruby felt even better.

The adrenaline had your blood pumping and had you energized for exactly the length of time it took for you and Ember to get from the ring and back to backstage before everything just left you feeling almost jet lagged.

Walking back into the large hallway, you locked eyes with a solemn McIntyre standing nearby and apparently, the woman next to you had clearly noticed. She bared her teeth and gnashed them at him, making you flinch and grab her wrist to hold her back.

You sped off, towing the female Alpha behind you and occasionally looked back to catch his eyes but just missing him as his own theme started to play. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, walked through the curtain and oh shit he forgot about him.

Staring daggers at him from inside the ring was a very determined looking Roman Reigns, shoulders squared and all. Drew walked down to the ring eyeing him right back, shucking off his jacket and tossing it into the timekeeper’s area.

He stepped over the ropes and made his slightly shaking hands into fists, feeling his heart race and hearing the bell go off to signal the start of the match. The two of them rushed at each other and grappled for a second, Roman managing to get his head in the crook of his arm.

The match seemed to speed up as Drew was able to corner him against one of the turnbuckles. An odd look that appeared on his face was soon replaced with one of sheer anger when Roman smelled the air around him. Even with the Scot’s hand pressing his face into the ringpost, he still managed to catch a whiff of something familiar…

His Alpha instincts screamed confusion and upset and protect as he felt his eyes dilate. Throwing his elbow into the other man’s chest, he was able to shove him back far enough so he could grip his chin.

“Why do you smell like her, huh?!” he yelled, teeth beginning to extend. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

Confused, Drew thought, Wait, he picked up her scent as well? I thought only true mates cou-

His train of thought was interrupted with an abrupt shove and a rapid clothesline by Roman, making him fall to the ring mat. Standing on shaky legs, he didn’t even see his opponent hit him with his iconic Spear and go for the pin. The match was then over before he could even blink.

The ref raised Roman’s arm in victory before he tore it away in favor of kneeling down to face the fallen Scot. Moving to his ear, he whispered, “Don’t you even think about touching her again, McIntyre. I’m warning you now.”

He got up just as quickly and rolled out of the ring, stalking straight up the ramp and backstage without any hesitation. Roaming the hallways, he finally found his destination and banged on the door.

“(Y/n), open up! We need to talk now!”

“Gimme a second, Ro! I’m almost done packing my stuff!” you threw back, zipping up your duffel bag and hoisting the strap onto your shoulder.

Sitting on a nearby bench, Sasha lifted her head and raised her eyebrows at the Alpha’s insistent door knocking.

“What’s his deal, sis?”

A nervous chuckle suddenly leapt from you as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Well, actually…”

Another loud bang came from the door, startling the hell out of you both. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding in, you shakily made your way to the door and opened it, seeing an angry Roman fresh out of his match.

Sasha slipped in behind you and looked up, seeing how straight-faced he was before letting out an “I’ll see you later, (Y/n)” and leaving the locker room. As the violet haired woman’s figure turned the corner, he gripped your forearm and shoved you back through the door.

Quickly locking it behind him, he turned back to you rather slowly, giving you time to access him. His hands were clenched into fists, a vein was faintly popping out of his neck and his breathing was very rugged.

“Why did Drew smell like you tonight?”

A pin could drop and you would hear it from how quiet the space had gotten, a light hum from the lights above and his own breathing being the only noises heard. “Is there something you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

You placed your duffel back onto the bench behind you and looked down, folding your hands together. “Well… he may have kinda… cornered me… in the hall before my match?”

“He what?!” Roman roared, making you take a few steps back.

“But, Ember was there to get him away from me and set him in his place… but not before he scented me.”

That seemed to hit him harder than anything as the two of you went quiet again for a heartbeat more. It was enough for his eyes to dilate a lot more and for him to steadily make his way to you.

Just like with Drew, you soon found yourself chest to chest with a hulking Alpha against the wall nearest to you, panting slightly with anticipation as your own eyes grew wide and the Omega in you screamed for him.

Wait, what? you asked your brain, confused as to why he had the same effect on you as Drew did. This has never happened before.

Well, he’s never been this protective over you. Not since…

Your mind shot a blank when you felt his wet hair brush against your skin, igniting metaphorical sparks as he moved his head. He held your biceps in his large hands and just like Drew, he placed his head in the crook of your neck and sighed.

Deciding to savor this moment of privacy yourself, you rested your head on his, feeling him run his jaw up and down your exposed neck. Instantly, you were hit with a wave of him; a feeling of calm and familiar rolled over your body and you smiled.

But this was different. This was something… more…

As the Alpha’s usual coconut, sandalwood and ocean breeze scent filled your lungs, your mind drifted to images and dreams of you two lounging on a beach somewhere in each other’s arms, laughing at nothing while you sip a strawberry daiquiri as the sun set on a clear sky…

No… it couldn’t be… you couldn’t have…

Could you?

Was this even possible?

You let out a squeak as he got even closer, the hardness of his vest pressing you harder against the wall. Hands already placed on his shoulders, you felt his chest rumble with a faint delight when you responded to his touches.

As quickly as the image popped into your head, it seemed to fade just as fast when he let you go and made you exhale from the long contact. He gently took your chin in his hand and raised your head to look at him, staring you square in the eye.

“I don’t want you smelling like him anymore, (Y/n),” he uttered, his eyes dilating back to normal and going soft. “If he tries that shit again, you come to me, ok?”

Without waiting for your response, he strode over to the door, unlocked it and made his exit, leaving you stunned and your body wanting all at the same time.

What the hell am I gonna do?

For the next week, Roman wouldn’t leave your side, not even for a second. Even Ember started to notice the near possessiveness the hulking Alpha was demonstrating and quite frankly, it freaked the hell out of her.

Hell, he even had the nerve to walk you down the ramp and accompany you to your rematch against Ruby dressed like a damn bouncer that following Monday, despite you continuously telling him not to. As the bell rang and the two of you went after each other, you could still feel his piercing gaze watch every move you made.

Everything was going well for you so far. You had managed to get Ruby’s shoulder’s down for the pin, and the ref’s hand was slamming down on the mat.

You waited for the three-count, but it never came because of the sound of blaring bagpipes that was Drew’s theme. Glancing towards the ring gave you the vision of a very pissed off Scottish Alpha who was currently focused on one Roman Reigns.

What the hell is he doing here? you mused, hefting yourself off of the Riott Squad member. Moving your gaze to them, you saw that they were engaged in a heated argument, standing face to face with fingers being pointed. One thing led to another and soon enough, both men were throwing fists in each other’s faces.

“What the hell are you two doing?! Stop!” you screamed at them, hoping that they’d hear you.

But they didn’t.

You didn’t see Ruby get off her back, and you certainly didn’t see the incoming kick she landed on the back of your neck. With you dazed, she quickly hit you with a roll-up and caught the three-count.

Her theme stated to play as she rolled out of the ring and rushed up the ramp, not wanting to see the outcome of your situation. As it stopped, you were left kneeling in the ring, shocked and tugging at the ends of your hair.

Small tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you eyed the two men at ringside. Your wolf screamed anger and hurt, and you just wanted to get away from those two bastards. You got yourself up and stepped out of the ring ropes just in time to shove past both of them to walk backstage.

What was all that about? Do they know about… that already? Am I completely and utterly screwed. Do they know that I have to choose?

Every step towards the women’s locker room felt like a solid punch to your heart as thoughts kept raging in your mind, keeping you on your toes when you turned a corner.

“(Y/n)!”

Shit.

You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, silently cursing that there was no one around who could help you. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the walls and headed in your direction, but you couldn’t move yourself to look at them.

“Shit, small fry, we didn’t mean to-”

“‘M sorry this màthair (motherfucker) wasn’t-”

Their barrage of word vomit made you pivot on your heel, and you could feel your eyes begin to glow brighter and dilate more.

“Will the both of you please shut the fuck up?!”

And that line did it for them.

Sighing, you dropped your head into the palm of your hand and took a deep breath. No need to lose your shit over this, (Y/n). Just calm down.

“Ro,” you resumed, “i know you care about me and I know you want to protect me, but you don’t have to hover around my shoulder 24/7! I need space to breathe, you know.”

Turning to the Scot, you pointed a finger at him and said, “And you, Drew, you don’t have to step up to my friends just because they want what’s best for me. You have to see that. Now, can you both please tell me what’s wrong without killing each other in the process?”

Both men’s heads spun to the side to face the other, teeth bared and hands at the ready.

“I don’t want him fucking touching my mate!” they both roared at the same time.

Boom.

…

The lack of sound was deafening when you asked, “...your what? Roman, how long have you known?”

“Ever since you came to me with Ember after the situation with your ex,” the Samoan in front of you answered, shoving his hair back and glancing back at you. “That’s why I didn’t want you to get close with the Scot.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it, Reigns!”

“What did you say to me?” he demanded, pressing up against the other Alpha.

“I said it’s bullshit,” he smirked, looking down at him. “I’ve locked onto her scent for months now. I had a feelin’ about it, and I confirmed that last week.”

“So you cornered her to prove your damn point? Is that why I smelled her on you during our match last week?!”

They both turned to face you, making you shudder under their intense gazes. Drew gestured to you, saying, “Maybe we should let the lady decide for herself.”

What?

“So, lass, which one of us is tellin’ the truth?”

You wanted to shrink down into your skin in that moment. You had to tell them. It was the moment of truth.

But… would they accept it?

“Um… here’s the thing…” you started, gingerly holding the back of your neck. “I haven’t been the most… honest… person with you two either.”

Roman crossed his arms, confused. “What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“Well, both of you seem to draw the same reaction out of me, since you both had scented me last week, so I think that you both are my mates.”

As you finished, you let out a soft nervous giggle, but the two Alphas in front of you weren’t laughing. The aura in the hall felt like all the air was sucked out of it in that one moment, the tension being so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife if you could.

After what seemed like hours of nothing being said, Roman piped up. “Why didn’t you say anything, small fry?”

“Are you kidding me?! You two try to murder each other on a weekly basis, so imagine what would’ve happened if I told you, or you for that matter,” you countered, looking back at Drew, “that your rival was also my mate.”

“She’s got a point there,” he pointed out.

“Shut up, asshole.”

You uttered, “This is exactly what I was talking about. We can’t even have a decent conversation without you two throwing jabs at each other.”

“How does this even work, (Y/n)?” Roman questioned, his eyes softening.

You shrugged as you placed your hands on your hips. “I don’t know the fucking biology of being an Omega. All I know is that you two are my mates and that I get super turned on when I’m around you.”

Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to say that, you thought, cursing the Omega in you wanting to jump their bones. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to keep more inner thoughts from coming out, but it was already too late.

Both men raised a brow at the comment, Drew chuckling at your newfound embarrassment.

“So what you’re sayin’ is…. is that you’re turned on right now?”

Don’t nod, don’t nod, don’t do fucking anything.

But, your brain and your nerves had other plans for the night as you nodded in agreement. He walked the short distance to you and cupped your jaw, drawing you to face his eyes. The Scot noticed how you weren’t fighting him off and he chuckled at your submission.

“That’s good, then.”

And with that, he drew you up to his waiting mouth and planted a hard kiss to your own, leaving you weak in the knees. His lips claimed yours in a heated dance that left you wanting - no, craving - more.

You couldn’t help but trail after his mouth when he slowly pulled away, leaving more than an ache between your thighs. Roman growled, stepping forward to handle him himself but you thrusted your arm out, holding him back.

“Leave him, Ro,” you told him, trying to keep your own body up on your shaky legs. “I’m fine.”

“You heard the caileag (girl), Reigns. She’s into it.” A lewd grin slid onto his face when you voiced your approval. His hands continued their path from his sides and onto your body, gripping your hips and moving you closer.

A minute passed before you asked, “So, what do we do now?”

“Well,” Drew spoke, his voice dripping faintly with lust, “I say we take our activities somewhere more… private.”

You shivered, seeing his teeth grow and feeling his scent start to seep into your skin. You were momentarily snapped out of your drifting by Roman, who cleared his throat.

“Is this ok with you, (Y/n)? I don’t want him trying to force you to do anything,” he said, maneuvering himself behind you and running his palms up and down your arms.

You mock him, “Is this ok with me? Have you ever seen the two of you? Of course I’m good with this.”

Drew roared with laughter, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Where should we take this now, (Y/n)?”

“I feel like I’ll explode if I have to wait any longer and frankly, I don’t think you can wait either,” you chided as you ground down against both of their bulges, making them groan.

“Alright, then. So let’s just continue it here.”

Wait, what?

As soon as you opened your mouth, Drew slammed his lips back onto yours, claiming them as his once again. His tongue slipped in-between your lips to entangle itself with your own as Roman began to pepper kisses along the back and down your neck. The Samoan then bit down harshly, pulling a moan from you as he sucked a dark mark into the skin.

Surprisingly, through the feeling of getting drunk off of two Alphas trying to get in your pants, your logistical side kicked in.

Wrenching your lips from the man in front of you, you wondered, “Wait a minute, what if someone sees us?”

“They won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Roman’s voice piped up from behind you, his hands moving to your hips and switching their place with the Scot’s. He continued to place love bites on the column of your neck while Drew’s lips left your own and began to trail down your jaw.

Planting a final bite to your bottom lip, he moved down to the side of your neck that Roman hadn’t marked up yet and setting down his own claims on you. Your skin was ablaze with a burning need for something to happen, and you guys had just started.

You wanted them to bite you, mark you. Show the whole world that you had been blessed with two burly Alpha males.

Tilting your head back, you whined and pressed Drew’s head into your skin to voice what you couldn’t say. His chest rumbled with a caged laughter, slightly humbled by your enthusiasm.

“We’ll get to that soon, nighean bheag (baby girl). Just be patient.”

His mouth trailed from down your neck and hit the top of your chest, licking and biting at any patch of skin he could reach. He reached up to cup your breast, fondling it briefly before pulling down your ring top and eyeing your hardened nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and made you tug on his hair, holding his head still while Roman reached into your top to massage the other one.

The two men seemed to work together in a weird way you hadn’t seen before as when Drew finished working on one of your nipples, Roman would move on to pinch and tug at it when he moved to the other. It made your lower belly go warm and made you smile a little.

As he continued to make his way down, Ro made it his effort to keep you entertained up top with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Omega,” he murmured before softly placing his lips on yours. “I can smell your needy pussy from up here. But, I’m gonna let him have a taste first.”

You felt your face grow warm and chose to focus your vision on the wall behind Drew, but they both weren’t having that tonight.

A sharp pinch on your thigh through your fishnets brought your attention back to the man who was currently on his knees in front of you. “Ya better not be spacing out on us, leannan. We need you t’ see how ready you are for us.”

His accent was muddy with lust as he gripped the sides of your ring shirts and pulled them down, you toeing them off when they reached your ankles. A ripping sound followed thereafter when he put a large hole in the crotch of your tights to expose the black cotton panties you wore.

“Mmm,” he moaned, pressing his nose in the apex of your thighs and inhaling deeply, “ya smell absolutely divine, lass. We’ve barely touched ya and you’re already drippin’ wet.”

Barely? Um, the various hickies on my neck beg to differ.

You held the catty remark back just as he ran his fingers up and down where your slit was, causing you to buck your hips in his face.

“Roman, if ya wouldn’t mind…?”

He smirked, moving his rough hands to your thighs. “Gladly.”

He held them tight and spread them, hoisting you up to keep them apart. He was strong enough to hold you there - and more than likely enough to do some other things to you - and that made a shiver run down your spine.

A breeze hit your bare lower lips when Drew dragged your panties to the side and stared at your juices shining in the low light.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. You’re soaked, (Y/n). I wonder if I just…”

The sentence trailed off into nothing as he leaned forward to lick a stripe from the bottom of your lips to the top, spreading them to circle your clit with his thumbs. A loud moan almost left you, but you placed your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Roman tutted at you, biting your earlobe and tugging on it. “Oh no you don’t, baby girl. You’re gonna let the entire arena know who’s making you feel this good. So, take that hand from your mouth now.”

Slowly drawing your hand away, you felt Drew blow on your clit and suck it into his mouth, suctioning his lips around the small but. This time, you didn’t try to hide the noise that you let out, your Omega side going crazy at the thought of being pleasured by your true mates.

He moved his fingertips down your labia and went straight for your hole, sliding a thick one in and groaning at your tightness. The vibrations ran from your core up and you tried to wrap your thighs around his head but Roman’s grip prevented you from doing so.

He peeked over your shoulder and groaned at the sight, rutting his hips into your ass. He saw the Scottish Alpha slide two more of his fingers into you and felt you squirm in his hold, the sight making him grow even harder. Shutting his eyes, he bent his head back and banged it against the wall behind him but not before he heard Drew call his name.

“Spread her ass, Roman. I have an idea.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when you heard that. Even in your arousal fueled daze, you managed to choke out a moan and grind your hips down on the Scot’s fingers.

His brows furrowed, picking his head back up to face you. “This alright with you, (Y/n)?”

Oh Roman, always the protective one, you thought when you nodded, your nerves igniting at the thought.

That was all the approval Drew needed before the man behind you grasped your ass and spread your cheeks, exposing your back hole to his waiting eyes. Gliding his wet fingers from your core and to your ass made you shudder at the sudden emptiness but groan at the newfound wet feeling.

Looking up at you, a soft grin was in place of his usual cocky smirk as he kissed the exposed skin of your thighs and slid his index finger into you.

You were pretty sure that groans you two made that second were ricocheting off the walls at that point with your nails currently biting into the skin of Roman’s arms. One hand flew to the back of Drew’s head when he moved his tongue back to your clit, flicking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

The coil in your core grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment and with each finger Drew added to your ass. Three fingers later, you were trembling in Roman’s hold and willing yourself not to cum all over his face. Luckily, he withdrew his fingers just in time to sit back and watch your own slick drip down from your empty cunt and into your gaping ass.

The erotic sight made him squeeze his cock through his ring trunks, releasing a pent up moan from within him. As he rose, the sight of your wrecked form with marks covering your neck and shoulders seemed to have an effect on both men. A silent agreement between the two lead Roman to place you on the ground shakily as they removed their pants to expose their hard members to you.

Drawing your eyes from the floor, they stuck to their cocks, inches on inches of throbbing Alpha that made your legs even more shaky and your core throb with anticipation.

“So, who’s getting where, boys?” you asked, chuckling slightly with how drunk you were on both of them.

Side eyeing each other, they nodded and each grabbed one of your arms, spinning you around so that your front faced Roman and that your back hit Drew’s chest.

“I’m gonna need more of that tight ass of yours, love,” he responded, desire dripping from his tongue. He slapped your ass then, the sound bouncing off the walls and your ears. He snickered when you ground back against him as if to ask for more, but he just lifted you up and wrapped your legs around Roman instead.

“Hey there, small fry.”

The softness that had lingered in his eyes before was soon overtaken by dilated pupils when roman held onto your hips and Drew spread your cheeks to expose your hole. Both men angled themselves against you, causing your lower half to quiver, and they slowly slid into you.

You couldn’t form into words the feeling of being filled at both ends. When Drew popped into your ass, you shut your eyes and stars formed behind your lids. They both began their slow thrusting to get you warmed up, but your whimpers and whines almost made them lose their cool a few times.

“Harder, please, I need it.” Your needy Omega side was starting to come forth, and you bounced on both men as best you could to achieve that feeling.

“To hell with it,” Drew growled, slapping your ass once more before pistoning his hips into yours, beckoning Roman to do the same.

“Yes, yes!” you sobbed as they set a brutal pace, feeling their cocks rub against each other through your wall’s thin tissue. The sound of skin slapping on skin was deafening and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head when Roman hit your spot dead-on.

Tilting your head back again, you rested it on Drew’s broad shoulder and rocked your hips forward when your Samoan started lapping at your breasts. Sweat began to drip down and off of all of you, none of you caring anymore whether someone heard you fucking or not. You felt their knots start to swell underneath you, causing you to push back harder against them. They both roared at this, each of them going back down to give your neck more hickies.

“We’re not gonna knot ya, (Y/n),” Drew panted, his voice hot and heavy in your ear. “We’ll save that for another time.”

“Yeah, a time when we’re actually in a bed,” Roman added, chuckling at your expression.

You clenched down on both of them and they groaned, holding back their own impending release for when you came. You actually weren’t that far off from them because the coil in your core seemed to snap when they looked at each other, eyes dark and teeth sharp. They looked down at your bite ridden neck and bit down harshly, piercing the skin and marking you.

That’s what did it for you.

When your slick gush onto Roman’s cock in fervish, he spilled his own load inside you as he gripped your already bruise covered hips. Drew was the last to fall over that edge, shooting his hot cum deep inside your ass and revelling in the feeling.

The three of you panted and slumped against each other in a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. The wall against Roman’s back would’ve been a blessing if he had his shirt off but for now, he’d just enjoy the moment for the time being.

A few seconds had passed of you all being connected when you said, “I don’t think I can walk for the rest of the night.”

Your cheeks were flushed to oblivion, and you felt like you were fucked six ways from Sunday. Still holding you, Roman suggested, “Maybe we should take a breather for a minute. Or five. Or fifty.”

“I like the sound of that,” the Scot agreed, nuzzling your hair and smiling. His accent was still thick but you still managed to hear everything he said.

You mind began to drift off as you felt them lap at the bonding marks they made on you. Even though your entire body ached and you were probably going to waste an entire bottle of concealer to cover up your various bruises, you couldn’t be more happy.

You continued to drink in the mixture of the warm and cool scents around you, letting it fill your lungs and enter your heart. It’s be like this every day with them, hopefully.

Your true mates.

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kariachi · 4 years

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Next up it Speed of Sound, because if I may be honest I don’t actually like renaissance faire storylines. I don’t enjoy them, I don’t have to watch them, if the Smythe episode is relevant let me know but otherwise if you want a liveblog and rating than you can pay me for it.

Until then, on to Speed of Sound.

Max has a friend named ‘Helen Troy’. Her parents knew what they were doing.

She has her own corporation, and designed the fancy futurey train they’re riding.

She also made an AI Ring which, I have no idea what that’s even supposed to be? Is it HAL but an accessory, what?

She was Phil’s apprentice. As if she didn’t look shady, and have a corporation which is always shady, and have HAL as an accessory which is, not even, but she’s Phil’s old apprentice. This woman cannot be trusted.

Even Phil said ‘keep an eye on her’! Even he don’t trust this bitch!

The AI Ring is a fucking watch too just, the fuck

Hello Decibel, nice to see your silhouette you tend to be amusing

Bitch if your company’s tagline has to be ‘Trust Us’-! Not as far as I could punt her, I swear

Also my research tells me that the sound barrier has already been broken on land though I suppose a passenger train that could do it would still be a big deal given the rocket sled that first managed it jumped the rails. Second vehicle to do it was a car so, entirely different situation. The thing is this train would need dedicated tracks and so much fucking power just to run at those speeds. Shit cannot be energy efficient. Plus they’d only be able to move that fast for relatively short periods anyway to avoid causing too much discomfort for passengers (think of the discomfort you feel with the acceleration to the low hundreds of mph when a plane takes off then compare it to the ~800 mph to break the sound barrier). This really is just not a convenient thing.

Gustav Pootknocker. I have to assume a line of bastards because nobody is going to take the name ‘Pootknocker’.

Someday Gwen is going to be That Bitch @ing CEOs and politicians on twitter and honestly all the power to her. Right now she’s just asking intense questions out of innocence and interest but someday...

She scared off Helen! Way to go, Gwen!

“I thought she was different” Gwen the tech nerd with the most integrity on this show is Kevin, okay, lose your hope now.

“Helen’s not normally so mysterious” ‘I mean she straight up gave me the recipe for her ‘babies and blood diamonds’ dip when she graduated college’

Also Max has a picture of himself and Phil at Helen’s graduation so Added Suspicion

They can say she’s just Gwen’s hero all they want but I recognize a 10-yo with a crush when I see one. Move on Gwen, you can do better and also she’s like 20 years older than you at best.

Decibel is having the train modified in fucking motion. Really dude?

Of course Decibel would insist on having a dance club on board.

Gwen stole a dude’s keycard. The boys are rubbing off on her

Decibel have you hooked yourself to the train? Because that cable coming out your back has me concerned

byw I am not four minutes into this episode

Gwen, darling, give up turn around and find a girl your own age, I’m sure there’s plenty worth your while.

Helen has realized that they are Max’s spawn

So, tl;dr: Investors looked at this whole ‘passenger train that breaks the sound barrier’ thing and went ‘wtf that would be hideously expensive to build, to fuel, to build infrastructure for, and overall just be horribly inconvenient’ so Helen had to turn to Decibel for funding because he’s the sort’ve guy who figures if worse comes to worse he can use it for a ransom plot

Wait is this thing fueled by sound, or am I just reading too far into shit?

He did hook himself up the train. And now he’s gonna test the top speed with passengers onboard. Which, why the fuck would you even have passengers on board a train that hasn’t gone through all it’s tests? What the fuck, that’s a major safety hazard. This things can’t even have been rated as safe yet without testing it at top speed, that’s one of the things they do!

Don’t think we’ve seen a fistfight with Decibel before

1) Decibel hits like a truck, 2) I don’t think this fucker is capable of not acting like he’s on a stage

Damn, blasted Ben right out of the train

Helen, dig out that last scrap of soul you have in your closet and put it to use

Oh! So that’s how she’d planned to get over the whole ‘jumping the rails’ issue! By using sound to basically levitate the train! That actually cuts down on a lot of the concerns by reducing drag and removing the need for dedicated infrastructure! Still horribly dangerous though.

I didn’t have any hope in Helen and I’m still disappointed.

Capable of evil maybe, she is Phil’s apprentice

Come on Ben, I’m sure you can go faster. You and Kevin hit 888 before

Helen

“Even supersuit XLR8 can’t catch up!” Ben says as he barely crests 400 mph. Come on Kid, you’ve done better!

Ah, turns out with some new shit armored XLR8 can hit 1000

Ya know, I’d be more impressed with this whole ‘your technology has helped so many people’ thing if we’d gotten any examples up to now. All we have is the HAL ring and this death train, with no hint at what the ring even does (it saves the day, I’ve seen enough tv to know this is where we’re going)

The HAL Ring has a laser mode. Who exactly are you selling this shit to, Helen? Are you sure super villains aren’t just your investors?

Ooo, Decibel going to just try to rip off the damn Omnitrix. He is done.

Omnitrix said ‘fuck this shit’ and blasted Ben into Armored Four Arms

The Omnitrix is not happy

Yeah, Omnitrix is really not happy with all that shit that went down.

8/10, I don’t trust Helen and I’m intrigued with how things are going to go with the Omnitrix from here

#achi liveblogs #ben 10 2.os

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newmxmories · 5 years

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Oh boy.

You were sitting in the dressing room watching the boys interviews. As you were listening to their Q & A as you were also scrolling on Twitter to keep updated with the world. Though you wish you hadn't. There was whole thread dedicated to Joel and rumoured girlfriend. You have seen her face a couple of times through Instagram and all that. You thought she was beautiful. Although there wasn't pictures of them seen together, of course it hurt to see your boyfriend paired with someone else. You were so caught up into the gossip until you heard the interviewer asked

"So are you all single or happily taken?"

All the boys chuckled, Richard answered

"We're all single. It's just that we can't give the attention a woman needs with all the travelling right now. So it's best if we just focus on music."

There were a fews cheers in the audience but you notice Joel quietly nodding his head and smiling. It broke your heart entirely. But it's part of the damn job. The interview ended after another 15 minutes. You saw the boys get up and start walking off stage. You remained seated on the couch but just reading a magazine. You were done with social media. You heard the door open, all the boys came in and let out a sigh of relief until they saw you with a arched eyebrow.

"Uhoh. Someone doesn't look too happy." Chris said.

You grabbed your things

"I'm going to wait at the car."

Heading your way out you passed by Joel but just a kiss on the cheek is all he got. You didn't want to be mad. But you couldn't help it. Those two events just happened at surprisingly the right time. You didn't want to start a fight with him in front of the boys. You found it best if you just walked it out instead.

· At the hotel ·

"Y/N.. You didn't talk to me the whole ride.."

"I'm aware of that. Thank you, captain obvious."

Joel sighed. You put down your bag.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to be jealous. But if you knew what it feels like to have fans 'ship' your boyfriend with an another girl THEN technically agree to the fact he's single. It doesn't really brighten up your mood."

You open your laptop to start searching for dessert places that delivers. He was seated on the next bed beside you. You didn't understand why your rooms would always have two beds but at this point, you were thankful.

"Babe.."

No answer. You finally found a place and started ordering from their menu. He climbs into bed and wraps his arms around your waist as you sat up browsing.

"Please don't be mad. You know I have and always will love one woman other than my mom. And you know her name pretty damn well. Considering the fact I wear her intials around my neck and she wears mine. You then grabbed your necklace the had the intials JP in cursive writing. You looked down at his big brown puppy dog eyes. And sighed.

"You swear you love me?"

He nodded and got up,

"1000%"

Connecting your lips to his. You melt into his embrace. Once you separated you started to finalize your order you abandoned.

"Fine."

He smiled and kissed your temple when you placed your palm on his cheek.

"Hey before you order, can I get something too?"

"It's not my card I'm using" replying with a smirk.

"Y/N!" you chuckled and said,

"I'm kidding! of course you can get something."

He smiled and once you sent in your order, you started watching a movie to pass time.

"I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. Always have and always will."

You smiled slightly at him and kissed his cheek.

"I love you Joel Pimentel. Always have and always will."

#cnco imagines #cnco #cnco imagine #joel pimentel

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 5 years

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ASM vol 5 #25/826 Story 1 Thoughts

Wow!

Now THIS is how you do a milestone issue...even though the milestone was last issue but whatever!

In some ways this issue reminded me of a lot of DC’s recent milestone issues for the Trinity. Wonder Woman’s 75th Anniversary special, Action Comics #1000, Detective Comics #1000.

By this I mean you have multiple artists contributing and the story feels like vignettes.

The difference though is that most of these vignettes are in fact part of the same story.

The downside of that is that it does make the main story ‘Opening Night’ feel somewhat disjointed because there are 3 or 4 endings. It could’ve been easily fixed by simply presenting the Syndicate pages and the Gleason pencilled pages as their own stories (which functionally they are) or at least as clearly labelled epilogues.

That’s a nitpick though because the main story over all was fantastic, no pu....actually pun very much intended. Why not Spencer likes his puns and meta jokes and there was plenty of the latter in this issue. Case in point Kindred’s jabs about continuity.

Let me get some minor negatives out of the way.

The changing artists really, really didn’t complement one another exempting Kev Walker and Ottley’s work. Ramos’ artwork wasn’t well integrated with the rest of the art at all, as was the case with his work in the Heist arc back in the earlier issues. Gleason’s work I will give a little more of a pass too because as presented it feels so much like it’s own separate story and has consistent art within those pages it’s not really a problem. But with Ramos and Ottley it’s very jarring.

Now it is the lesser evil because I’d rather have Ramos draw some pages and panels rather than the whole issue. Reserving him for, let’s face it, the less important B-plot of the main story whilst Ottley does the heavy lifting on the main story is a great compromise.

Other small complaints I have involve Mary Jane herself and her storyline.

For starters...Carlie Cooper is back. Now she isn’t used badly, it’s just...I hate that character. I don’t think many people have many positives to say about her and there is baggage associated with her. So if she is destined to become MJ’s go to buddy then that’s going to grind my gears (especially when we consider she let MJ risk her life by dating Otto in Superior, what a jerk!) and I’d infinitely prefer a wholesale new character or an old established character (Liz, Glory, Jill Stacy even?).

Buuuuuuuut on the flipside Carlie was better suited to being MJ’s sidekick in this story given she got involved in some of the action. Possibly even seeing her get zapped was Spencer putting in a piece of catharsis for the many fans he knows honestly hate this character.

Secondly we got MJ’s acting career. Now there are three little problems I have with it that might not even be problems. Let me explain.

a) MJ claims she lost her Secret Hospital job because of the nature of her life. I took that very much as an implication associated with her connection to Spider-Man. Problem is...she didn’t lose her job because of Spider-Man. Her role just happened to be cut back and eventually if I remember correctly she either quit following a deranged fan assaulting her or she was outright fired. Now in defence of her comment and of Spencer, the line doesn’t explicitly mention Peter or anything like that so it could easily be taken as her life being in general crazy regardless. Bear this in mind for something else I’m going to bring up

b) MJ claims she never liked being famous. That really struck me because of course MJ wanted to be famous from day 1. Now you could easily argue that when we first met MJ she was younger and had yet to experience fame, so now she feels differently. Buuuuuuut she was a model in her adulthood. She pursued acting as a soap star, and as a movie star and as a stage star and took a job at Stark industries and at various points was modelling during those jobs. Soooooooooo what gives? I mean....maybe you could say she hated aspects of being famous but the speech seems weird and inconsistent in and of itself even. I’m hoping I’m just missing something

c) MJ says she had trouble fitting in and then over did it in social situations. I dunno if that’s really true. It could be bad phrasing on Spencer’s part but really MJ always did fit in, her facade helped her to fit in, it was partially engineered to help her to do that. Is that what he means though?

d) MJ becoming a famous actress again gives me mixed feelings. Spider-Man is the everyman and whilst temporary fame that comes crashing down is one thing, if she is long term famous it kind of meddles with the everyman aspect of Spider-Man. An aspiring actress, even a low key soap star is different a more if you will ‘domestic’ form of fame. But that’s more a criticism of where this might lead so it could wind up being fine.

One final, final little problem I had was another example of worried where this MIGHT lead. In Kindred’s lair we see a wall depicting different Spider-Heroes and so now I’m facepalming that the climax to his storyline will be a huge crossover event affair that demands I read Miles and Gwen’s and Jessica Drew’s titles.

Again a nitpick at best, at worst something to worry about in the future not the present.

Everything else in the main story was beautiful.

MJ’s connection to acting is restored. Wonderful. It’s my preferred profession for her because it taps into Peter’s double life and her own history with her party girl facade.

The speech was well written and delivered and I liked the meta aspect of her giving it whilst disguised as a famous super hero wife!

Spencer continued to find a way to handle the old criticism lobbied against MJ/the marriage that it Mary Jane simply waited by a window (even though I think that’s fine sometimes) or just got stood up on dates all the time by having MJ have friends she can hang out with. This is one aspect where Carlie, because she is in on the secret, helps a lot I must admit.

Spencer also renders Mary Jane very well rounded.

Look I LOVE seeing instances where Mary Jane shines as cool, as bad ass and the like, but sometimes if handled poorly it can come off as idolizing her.

Spencer avoids this by giving MJ flaws.

She’s jealous of Melanie’s success which she sees as something that could have been her’s.* She has tiny doubts about Peter’s sincerity. She admits she struggles to fit in and feels uncomfortably exposed in the limelight.

But she’s also, brave, self-sacrificing, resourceful and, most importantly in this story, a good actress (apparently being able to impersonate Melanie’s voice...or maybe that’s something no one thought about because this is a non-audio medium).

The effect is to make Mary Jane truly the hero of the story, not just because she is ‘taking point’ in the main story but because she feels complex and nuanced, just as Peter is.

My quibbles above aside, Spencer really is a good Mary Jane writer and for Spider-Man that’s an important consideration for a writer (just as being a good Lois Lane writer or good Alfred writer is for Superman and Batman). He’s done her justice 99% of the time he’s written her and it says an awful lot about him and his priorities for this title that he’d give the lion’s share of a milestone issue over to her.

It also says a lot of his abilities to make good stories out of well...clean up duty.

Let’s be brutally honest here the majority of Spencer’s issues have revolved around stories really designed to fix things after BND and Slott’s run.

Back to Basics fixed Peter and MJ’s relationship and mostly reconstructed Peter’s character by having him own up to the diploma debacle and zero in on who the man was and who the spider was by literally separating the two.

The Heist reconstructed Peter and Felicia’s relationship and fleshed out why MJ and Peter were getting back together as quickly as they did.

Those poorly drawn Bachalo issues fixed Ned Leeds not being dead.

Hunted fixed Kraven not being dead and Shed and more stuff with Felicia

Now this issue has fixed MJ and Peter’s future’s to some extent. Peter is back at ESU and MJ is back to acting. Not only does she now have a Stark free job situation but it’s a job that’s her home away from home as I discussed a bit above.

The issue also does some clean up with Curt Connors, restoring the pre-Hunted status quo and by extension facilitating something else comfortingly familiar by having Connors teach Peter.**

Speaking of Connors, I can’t recall off the top of my head (having not eaten breakfast yet) if Connors had safehouses before now to keep him safe from his family. I know that has been the case in other stories, such as the Forever Young novel from a couple of years ago, but in the comics I can’t recall. If not then it’s a great thing for Spencer to integrate. If so it’s a great thing for Spencer to have remembered and gives Spider-Man a meaningful subplot to work with whilst Mary Jane takes the limelight in the main plot.

Now let’s move onto Mysterio. As I predicted last issue the doctor was Rinehart but I was mistaken in believing it was the real Rinehart. Spencer, and Mysterio, were so good at their jobs that I was successfully fooled into thinking Mysterio really had died last issue. The idea that Rinehart was really Mysterio and Mysterio was really someone else never occurred to me and was an ingenious twist.

But like all good mysteries it had clues right there for us to see as last issue signposted the disappearance of Mysterio’s former doctor, who we now know was tricked into becoming Mysterio so beck could escape. What sold it was the inner monologue of Rinehart talking about Beck as a separate person. This would’ve been a cheap trick under a lesser writer but Spencer justifies it by claiming Mysterio was method. Just brilliant. As was tying in MJ’s agent and new found fame to Mysterio and his film script.

We also get some more tantalizing tidbits about Kindred. He doesn’t like killing innocent people if he doesn’t have to. The idea of him being an established villain now looks much less likely. And did you notice that when we first see him in the issue...he’s sticking to the wall...surrounded by spiders...and later has them crawling out of his bandages...and is targeting other Spider people...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm????????????????

That about does it for what I call the ‘main main story’, we move now onto what should’ve been epilogues.

There isn’t much to say about the Syndicate pages beyond they were good for what they were, they eloquently tie into the main story and set up the next arc.

Much more interesting are the Gleason pages, and not just because the art looks so nice and so much better than Ramos.

On the one hand I am wary of Spider-Man comics bringing in too much of the shared universe because it messes up a lot of the drama and stakes. But as a little side story meant to set up something else that’s fine and what a set up.

Spider-Man 2099 is back!

Now I feel like I should really catch up on his solo book. I kept buying it but stopped reading it around Civil War II!

I honestly have NO IDEA where this is going beyond thinking it might have something to do with Kindred’s interest in all the other spider people??????

Beyond all that...not much to say.

I’m not going to tell you that I recommend you pick this issue up because....c’mon...you know you already did...and loved it!

*Importantly, if Spencer intended it this way, MJ missed out on Melanie’s success because of something not connected to Spider-Man. I was worried the story was going in for this idea that being with Peter has cost Mary Jane a successful career, but in this issue, through Melaine we see that wasn’t the case.

MJ’s life led her to quit a role that was already being reduced but it wasn’t because of Spider-Man stuff at all.

This is not just refreshing and healthy for their relationship, it’s also realistic. Take that every bullshit AU about MJ being famous by not dating Spidey!

**By the way I was going to criticise Connors having both arms in human form but then I double checked issue #2 and that was the case there too. I keep forgetting that he has both arms now it’s just so weird to see.

#Spider-Man #mjwatsonedit #mj watson #Mary Jane Watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #Peter Parker #Nick Spencer #Lizard #the Lizard #Curt Connors #patrick gleason #Ryan Ottley #Humberto Ramos #Spider-Man 2099 #Mysterio #quinten beck #Kindred

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1x03: Dead in the Water

Then:

A Season One Aesthetic

Now:

Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin

We open to a quaint family tableau: father, daughter, and son. The daughter is a bit of a health nut and heads to the lake for a morning swim. If this brand new baby of a show hadn’t been named “Supernatural”, the under the water shots of her swimming would tip us off that something creepy is about to go down. The woman hears voices and is suddenly sucked under the water. We then are shown 2.5 hours of bubbling water. SUSPENSE.

Dean Winchester is on the case though! (Natasha: Look at these precious babies, still using printed newspapers to research cases!) Bby is a bit thirsty for a buxom server to really care about Sam’s slight bitchiness that their dad is still missing (I’ll always remember my resounding, insistent questioning about where their father was when I watched this the first time. Lol, John Winchester is coming back for episode 300, and I no longer am chomping at the bit for this. Ok, so like, yeah, I think it’ll be good --it better be cathartic for the brothers, especially Dean, who’s changed and grown so much since his father has died. Instead of writing this recap, let me write a 1000 word essay on the return of John Winchester.) Dean makes it very clear that he wants to find their dad, but until then, they’re going to hunt everything they can.

Wildlife Agents Ford and Hamill are on the case. They interview the brother, who tells them his sister was an expert swimmer and nothing was amiss about the lake that day. Sam wants to interview the father but “he’s kind of been through a lot.”

They head to the sheriff’s office. Ha, the sheriff insists that there’s nothing in the lake big enough to pull a human under, “unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.” (We won’t learn for several seasons that the Loch Ness Monster is actually real. I wonder if the brothers know that at this point.) In the process of explaining the unexplainable, the sheriff spills that the dam is falling apart. In 6 months, there won’t be a lake --or a town for that matter.

The sheriff’s daughter and grandson pop in. Dean turns the creep factor up a bit at the daughter, Andrea, but turns on the soft father-type he really is when he sees the grandson, Lucas. Lucas doesn’t respond to Dean, and his grandfather admits he’s “been through a lot.”

Andrea walks Dean and Sam over to their motel. Dean tries engaging her in conversation, but she sees right through his weak style. “Must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find yourself to a decent pick up line.” BURN.

Although, Sam calling Dean out on not loving kids is rich. WE KNOW HE DOES --but Sam doesn’t at this point. (Sidenote: Dean counting with his hands and scratching the back of his head. That’s it. That’s the sidenote.)

Sam’s research reveals that whatever is haunting the lake, it’s picking up its pace. There have been disappearances over the years, but it’s becoming much worse. They discover that Lucas is the only witness to what’s happening in the lake. He was out with his father a couple months before when his father drowned. Yeah, I guess this kid has been “through a lot.” Dean’s empathy with Lucas breaks me.

The brothers track Andrea and Lucas down at a park. Dean heads to talk with Lucas while Sam stays with Andrea. Dean’s beyond the flirting stage, and wants to get to the bottom of this case. He also has a major soft spot for a kid in pain. BRB, crying.

Dean tries engaging a mute Lucas with reminiscing about green plastic army men. BRB, crying. (GOD! There are really some things that can hit you A LOT harder on a rewatch.) Dean asks to sit and draw with Lucas. He has an artist’s eye (WHERE’S THE DEAN IS AN ARTIST FANFIC, YOU HEATHENS.) Dean then proceeds to start drawing and, lit by nothing but soft, reflective music, talk to Lucas about his own childhood trauma. He tells Lucas that he’ll listen if Lucas wants to talk (or draw).

Dean reconnects with Sam as Andrea tells how traumatized Lucas is. Lucas walks up and hands Dean a picture of a house.

That night, the father of the victim sits morosely in the dark, his son insisting he eat something (Sidenote: I love how the budget was so tight in early seasons of Supernatural that they couldn’t afford lighting.) While the son preps dinner, the sink water turns black and starts bubbling up from the drain.

Ok, Asshole, we’ve all seen It. Do you want to float too? Ugh. Apparently so, because bro sticks his hand in and gets sucked under. The water eventually drains away to reveal his dead face.

Upon learning about the latest lake victim, Sam and Dean quickly put it together that whatever is haunting the lake is in a race against time. It can reach out beyond the lake, and it will take what it can, while it can. The brothers go to visit the victim’s father, Bill Carlton. He’s in a deep state of grief, and in no place to talk. Dean thinks he’s also hiding something. He also notices that the drawing of a house Lucas gave him matches the Carlton home.

They go to talk with Lucas. Dean asks Lucas about his drawing, and feels that Lucas is scared. (Dean admitting he leads his life the way he feels others want him to. BRB, crying.) Lucas gives Dean another picture of a boy and a bike.

For Pained Boy Noir Science:

In the car, Sam spins out theories that Lucas is experiencing trauma-induced psychic visions. (I wonder if they'd planned Sam's psychic arc at this point?) (Later edit: They DID! Excellent!) Sam also tries to address Dean's revelation about seeing their mom die, which Dean shrugs off with his signature macho deflection. Damn it, Dean.

They find the church and the yellow house that match up to the drawing Lucas gave Dean and head in to investigate. An elderly woman lives there who tells them about the disappearance of her son 35 years ago. “Losing him – it's worse than dying.” Dean finds an old photo of the missing boy and Bill – the father from the cold open.

Cut to Bill sitting on the end of the dock addressing the water, saying that he finally understands what it wants. Losing his children is “worse than dying.” When Dean and Sam arrive, he's already piloting a boat out into the water. His boat gets thrown into the air and...game over.

Back at the Sheriff's, Lucas is freaking out. He grabs Dean, distressed, but can still say nothing. Dean looks after him as he leaves, equally distressed.

For OH NO, DEAN BEAN Science:

Later, the Sheriff interrogates Dean and Sam, telling them that he knows they're not Fish and Wildlife Service. Uh, yeah, no kidding! They start to leave town but Dean changes his mind and heads back. Sam's surprised.

Dean: I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay.

Sam: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?

Dean: Shut up.

Natasha: What Dean said.

Meanwhile, Andrea is preparing an extremely full bath. She relaxes into it as brackish water begins pouring in through the tap. Suddenly something grabs her and tries to pull her down into the bathtub. Dean and Sam arrive during the attack and Lucas opens the door for them and leads them to the bathroom.

Dean kicks down the door (Mmmmhmmmm) while Sam drags Andrea from the bath, fighting the spirit’s fierce hold. They save her! Yay! But that nice wood floor is ruined, man.

(Sidenote: I love how this episode was filmed. There are so many interesting shots through windows and mirrors, as though these are reflections or looking through the surface of water. Well done, show!)

The next morning Sam gently interrogates Andrea while Dean researches through old family albums. He finds a picture of the Sheriff – Jake - as a young boy, in a Boy Scout troop photo with Bill and the missing boy, Peter. A clue!

Lucas interrupts them by staring intently outside, and he leads them to a patch of moss. Sam and Dean dig, only to find Peter’s red bicycle buried in the ground.

Jack interrupts the Winchesters and pulls a gun on them, asking them how they knew the bicycle was there. Ooof. How did YOU know it was there, buddy? “You can't bury the truth,” Sam tells him. Dean tells Jack that the kid they killed is haunting the lake and plans to kill Andrea and Lucas AND Jack. They need to burn and salt the remains. Andrea runs out to talk to her dad and asks him for the truth. She reminds him that her husband died and tells him she was recently attacked. Jack begins to break down. He tells her that he and Bill bullied Peter. They held his head underwater too long and he drowned. The body sank into the lake.

They're making plans to leave the lake when they notice Lucas leaning over the end of the dock.

They race to pull him away, but it's too late. A gray arm reaches out of the water and drags Lucas in.

While Sam and Dean dive into the water to search for him, Jack wades into the lake pleading with Peter's ghost to take him instead. Andrea watches it all from the dock and HELLO, TRAUMA.

Jack gets pulled down into the suddenly crazy deep lake. Meanwhile Sam emerges from the water and shakes his head sadly. NOOOOO.

Suddenly Dean bursts up out of the water with Lucas in his arms! Lucas is limp :( :( :(

The next day, Sam and Dean get ready to leave town. “We're not gonna save everybody,” Sam tells a sad Dean. NOOOOOOO. Just then, Andrea calls to them and she and Lucas approach! Oh, show, good job tricking me. They've brought them lunch! Lucas is speaking again! Andrea is super cute!

Andrea and Sam wrap up the case. Andrea’s seeking some closure and peace with the loss of her father. Dean and Lucas share a different farewell. Dean teaches Lucas to say, “Zepp rules!” Oh, Dean. I’d say never change, but I enjoy the journey.

Dean gets a kiss from Andrea. Dean's adorable about it and SOFT. Then Dean Bean ushers Sam back to the car. Time to hit the road! On Netflix, we get played out with some random pop song but on the originally released show Bad Company's "Movin' On" starts to play and they head out to the next hunt.

Natasha: This episode holds a special place in my heart because it's the moment when my eyes were open to Dean Winchester in all his traumatized, dutiful, and soft glory. I loved the little glimpses we get into the loss of Mary and the effect that had on Dean. This episode reads like a thesis statement on macho Dean and his underlying softer layers – from his empathy with Lucas to his use of Ford and Hamill surnames for their cover. (Boris: HARD AGREE)’

Still Searching for the Quote-Ness Monster:

We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?

I’m Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill. We’re with the U.S. Wildlife Service.

Kids are the best, huh?

Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.

Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over.

Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.

My mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave.

Zeppelin rules!

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you-were-always-faster · 6 years

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Marry Me Before I Lose It

Request: Prompt #13 “Will you marry me?”

Disclaimer: Don’t own any of these characters. All rights go to DC and CW.

A/N: First Cat Grant imagine hope you love it. Really terrible title but I tried to make it funny don’t think that worked out as planned but I hope you like it

Cat Grant x Reader

Cat was sitting in her old office checking in with Lena to see how everything was going and how her transition was. The President was in town which meant you two were going to be able to spend some quality one-on-one time together tonight. While Cat tried to fly you out or come to visit it just wasn’t working for you two.

You were sitting in a meeting as Lena’s proxy for the day. They weren’t talking about anything too important so you drifted off into your thoughts. You think about the first time you two met.

Seven Years Ago in Gotham City

“Hey, Bruce I’m right outside the building, where are you,” you ask looking around. You look at your phone and see the time. “Look, Bruce, I love working for you but this is a two man job and I was really hoping you would leave me to do this by myself again. Please call me back.” You hang up the phone and check your watch’s time. “Five minutes till showtime, great,” you heave a sigh and head in.

The producer looks to you in confusion remembering there were supposed to be two of you, you shake your head and grab your mic. “Do you want us to cut the questions,” the guy asks.

“No, I’ll be good. This happens more often than you think,” you turn on the mic and nod to him as you climb the steps to the stage. Your face changes to that fun yet professional smile you always have and your voice turns into that pleasant customer service voice. “Hello Ladies,” you wink mischievously to the camera. “And Gentlemen,” you nod to the audience as you take a seat, “as many of you know my name is Y/N. Mister Wayne sadly could not be here today but on behalf of Wayne Enterprises, I would like to welcome you to the 22nd annual Wayne convention. As many of you are aware Wayne Enterprises prides itself with reaching out to new companies and helping up-and-coming business. More recently you’ve seen out medical branches and institutions in the news which is actually the main reason we’re here. Today in this audience we have a variety of news reporters and cameras who are here to get the first scoop in what these medical branches and institutions are going to be doing over the coming years with a few of our other businesses.” You look out in the audience and see all the old grown white men that you just know came to see Bruce yawning and playing with there phones. Your eyes scan the room for anything to distract you enough to forget that Bruce has ditched another conference with you. Your eyes land on a blonde with shoulder-length hair. She’s in a simple black dress with a few pieces of jewelry. She smiles softly at you.

You take a deep breath,” Over the next few years Wayne Enterprises plans on not only working with medical researchers but more importantly working with a few of MIT’s brightest students to find a way to improve our medical care system and what the best course of action is when it comes to helping others who may be suffering from poverty.” You pause for the round of applause and look down at the mic before looking back up and making eye contact with the blonde again. “So, now that that announcement has been made any questions?”

As you shake the hands of all the investors you keep an eye on the blonde. You see her talking into a mic looking at her camera. You walk over once you're done with the investors. The cameraman is pleasantly surprised to see you and nods to you. The blonde turns to you and smiles.

“Oh and it seems that Gotham’s second most eligible has come to pay us a visit,” she says looking to the camera. “Latest on our encounter at six.” She hands over the mic. To the cameraman and turns to you. “Y/N Wayne, right?”

“Uh, actually it Y/L/N. I switched my last name a few years ago,” you say with a small shrug. “I just wanted to come over and say thank you.”

She smiles,” thank me for what?”

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit. You clear your throat and put on that 1000 watt smile your family tells you to show off more. “Thank you for giving me the extra confidence boost I needed to get through this,” you motion to the chairs and the stage. “Bruce was supposed to come and help me with this but he didn’t show, again. So, thank you,” you chuckle to yourself a bit embarrassed,” I’m sorry I didn’t even ask your name.”

“Cat,” she says holding her hand out,” Cat Grant.”

You take her hand and gently bring it to your lips,” pleasure to meet you, Ms. Grant. If you would allow me to take you out for dinner for a proper thank you?”

“Now Miss Y/L/N where did the confidence boost go,” Cat teases.

Present Day

As your meeting ends you all have to take a vote on a new project Lena wanted. As the others leave you start packing up your things and head to CatCo to inform Lena of the decision made and give her the notes. As you pulled into your parking spot you checked your phone to see you had two missed text messages from Cat:

‘Morning love’

‘I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight’

You smiled to yourself as you stepped out your car with your bag. You walked to the elevator and pressed the floor number before checking the social media sites for CatCo, L-Corp, and your personal branch of Wayne Enterprise. You’re on complete autopilot when you answer an email from Bruce and step off the elevator that you don’t hear or register that you and Lena aren’t alone in the room.

“Miss Luthor I have the notes from the meeting and they decided to go with the second choice aka your favorite choice. The model should be done by next week and the design should be done a few days after. L-Corp is doing great under Miss Arias and Bruce Wayne would like to know if you’re still going to the convention on the 15th,” you say still engrossed with your email. You hand over the notes and the reports from L-Corp that you had sent over yesterday evening.

Lena looks over at Cat who has an eyebrow raised as she looks at the back your head. You’re oblivious to what’s happening until Lena clears her throat. You press send and look up,” sorry.”

She nods toward the couch. You turn to see the love of your life glaring playfully at you.

“For someone who claims they can and I quote ‘feel my presence at any point and time’ you are terrible at noticing your surroundings,” Cat says walking over to you.

You laugh,” I apologize, Ms. Grant, I was a bit distracted. I can assure you it won’t happen again.” Lena excuses herself to make a phone call but you know its just so you and Cat have some privacy. You pull Cat into a hug before gently cupping her face for a kiss. “I missed you.”

Its Cat’s turn to laugh now,” says the person who is never afraid to facetime me in the middle of the night.”

“But I still missed your presence,” you say pouting.

“Oh, you missed the same presence that you just missed a few minutes ago,” Cat teases.

You groan,” you’re not going to let this go are you?”

Cat shakes her head,” where’s the fun in that? Which reminds me you never answered my text.”

“I know I’m sorry I was going to do that after the email. As far as I know, my schedule is wide open for you tonight. Oh, um, Carter wanted to know if he could come to dinner as well. He hasn’t seen you in a while,” you say.

“That’s the first time he’s ever asked to come with us,” Cat says thinking. “What do you think? Should he come?”

You shrug,” I absolutely think he should come. It’ll be fun all three of us together.” You check your watch,” sorry to cut this short but I have to meet with Sam and discuss the upcoming project. I will see you for dinner?” You kiss her on the cheek and wink as you head to the door.

Four Years Ago In Metropolis

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you hear a voice say, you turn from your brother to see the woman you had met three years ago.

“Cat Grant, what are you doing here,” you ask confused. This wasn’t an open press convention.

“Your brother invited me to get the latest scoop on the newest branch of business.”

You look at Bruce,” did he?” You turn back to her,” I still owe you dinner. Hm, why don’t I give you a personal scoop over dinner?”

“You sound a lot more,” Cat pauses.

“Cockier,” you supply.

“Confident,” Cat corrects.

You smile. “So that’s a yes to dinner?”

“Yes pick me up at seven,” she says before walking off.

Bruce gives you a nod of approval.

The two of you have dinner and talk not only about your new company but about personal things. You learn she’s been married four times and has two kids. The two of you enjoy yourself so much that you make the impulsive decision to move to National City and work from home for a few months. The two of you continue your relationship with enough success for you to finally meet one of her sons, Carter. Carter seems to enjoy your presence when you’re over. Carter seems to like you enough to skip weekends with his dad to spend the weekend with you.

Present Day

After your meeting with Sam you head to Cat’s place to pick up Carter. You had gotten a text from Cat on where to meet but since she was still stuck at a Press meeting you had to pick up Carter. You and Carter both put on your suits and you help him with his tie but as you help him something falls out of your pocket.

“Hey, what’s this,” Carter asks holding up the little black box.

“Bruce,” you mutter under your breath. “Why don’t you open it Carter?”

Carter does and smiles,” you’re finally going to do it?”

You raise an eyebrow as you finish tying his tie. “What do you mean finally?”

“Mom always said you had a confidence problem. She also said you were cute when you try to hold on to that confidence,” Carter says standing and straightening his jacket.

You roll your eyes and head to the car with him,” I need you to hold on to that for now. I don’t want it to fall out again. Can you do that?”

He nods and the two of you begin your drive.

The two of you get seated at your table. Carter keeps looking to the dancefloor as you wait for your girlfriend. “Do you want to dance,” you ask. Nightingale by Demi Lovato starts to play.

“I can’t Waltz,” Carter says.

You laugh,” that’s a Slow Waltz its not extremely hard come on I’ll show you.” You teach him the steps and dance until he spots his mother.

She’s smiling at you two from her seat at the table. The two of you join her at the table. As you go through dinner and talk you feel Carter kick you lightly under the table. You keep talking with Cat as you reach your right hand down to rub your knee and grab the box from Carter.

You smile brightly at Cat. “Cat, I have a confession to make.”

“Oh god,” Cat grimaces,” I’m listening.”

You stand and walk over to her. As you kneel you begin your proposal, “You know I love spending time with you. Like I truly love it but I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I have honestly been going insane trying to figure out how to do this. But all that came to mind was I don’t want to just be her girlfriend I want to explore other things in life,” you begin before Cat groans in annoyance.

“For the love of God Y/N this is literally the worst marriage proposal I’ve ever heard,” Cat says.

You look at Carter who shrugs. “What is happening?”

Cat rolls her eyes,” you left your suit at my place two years ago. I went to get that nice jacket out of your closet and as I was moving your suit the box fell out.”

You blink,” what?”

“Y/N, there is no possible way that you are this oblivious,” Cat says shaking her head. “It’s been a long day and a long two years and I am losing my mind. I’ve been losing sleep over this moment and if you don’t marry me before I lose it I swear to anything and everything I will leave you.”

You chuckle,” yes, Catherine Grant I will most definitely marry you. It’s technically supposed to be will you marry me?”

“Never ever call me by my full name and yes I’ll marry you,” Cat glares at you before it turns into a small smile.

“I’m guessing you’ve already seen this then,” you say holding up the box.

“Yes, its gold with a pretty little diamond,” Cat says with a smile.

You nod and take it out and putting the ring on her finger. Carter smiles at the two of you.

“Oh by the way our wedding is next month,” Cat says looking at the ring in the light.

“I’m sorry what?!”

#supergirl #supergirl imagine #cat grant #cat grant imagine

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yoongiwillforgiveme · 6 years

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Just Give Me a Reason: Pt 1

Here’s the first part of a new Yoongi series I plan to work on for the rest of the year. It’s a slow burn and it’s all written from my oc’s pov. I hope you like it and stick around to find out how this story ends.

So yeah, get ready. We’re going Marty.

July 2014

L.A.

After spending the last 8 months on the road I was finally back home, the world tour to promote my last album broke all kind of records; it was a hit, #1 everything, professionally it was a good year.

At this point I was used to having my face plastered everywhere, to everyone knowing my name.

With becoming a huge star came the fame, the money, recognition and endless possibilities for my career. A very strong fan base that did nothing but shower me with love and support every single day, I’m aware I live a very blessed life, I don’t take it for granted.

But for all the good things I had to pay a price. To embrace the ugly side of stardom. The hate, the stalking, the public scrutiny, the lack of privacy.

“Y/N fiancé caught cheating on her with mysterious woman while she’s away on tour just a month after engagement announcement”

It’s like he wanted to get caught. You don’t just take your side piece to The Nice Guy and hope not to get photographed by the dozen paparazzi waiting outside. It was a matter of minutes until it was all over the internet.

I’ve been cheated on before, but this time it was done very publicly and very shamelessly.

Oh boy, ain’t it fun having to answer that phone call from your publicist asking if you want to release a statement on how your man couldn’t keep it in his pants and now you’re single. Yeah, good times.

And then I had to delete 34 pictures of us on Instagram that sure seemed like 1000 since now they were only a painful reminder of what no longer was. Of what it never was. More than one year of my life was a complete lie, he played me and I let it happen. I gave him my heart and turns out all he cared about was how much money he could get from being with me. It made sense that he didn’t care about being caught cheating after scoring 3 big deals with brands I got him in contact with.

Tired of being hurt I promised myself I would not even consider dating for a very long time, I learned my lesson, I’d be damned if I ever gave my heart to another guy ever again. I wasn’t even sure I had one anymore. Right now it felt broken beyond repair.

I woke up relatively early, I rolled on my back and stare at the ceiling going through the downfall of my last relationship once again for the 50th time this week.

I force myself to get up and get ready. One day at a time, that’s my new mantra, that’s how I’m surviving this hell.

Today I had plans to meet hip hop legend Warren G. He had been friends with my manager for several years so the label always made sure to get him VIP tickets for his daughter who was a huge fan whenever he requested them.

So last week, the day of the last concert here in L.A. I was talking to him backstage after taking pictures with him and his younger daughter and he told me about this asian boy band he was working with. Some sort of reality show for what I heard.

“There’s so many of them. All talented and very young, they seem genuinely excited to be here in L.A.”

He also mentioned he was shooting their music video and how he wanted them to get girls to be part of it. To give it a more hip hop feel, but he was a bit worried because on top of not being fluent in English they were very shy.

He then invited me to the shooting to check ‘em out “If the girls don’t show up at least you could help me out and invite some of your friends, we really need girls for this video”

He chuckled loudly and after I agreed to it we said our goodbyes and I continued to meet people backstage, putting on my best fake smile, I continued to pretend I wasn’t dying on the inside. The show must go on y/n.

After making a quick stop at Starbucks to get everyone coffee and other drinks my driver pulled up at the mansion where part of the shooting would take place.

I wanted to have a nice gesture with the boys and mostly their entourage since I didn’t know if they would find it rude that I was dropping by without their actual invitation, I didn’t even know if Warren had told them I was coming.

There were lots of people there, all part of their staff I assume. Cameramen recording everything, a couple women holding hand fans were standing next to the makeup station. Several men running around taking care of this and that, some of them glued to their phones talking in Japanese? I don’t know, but some of them looked at me funny, not knowing who I was, I wasn’t offended by it at all but it was intimidating. Luckily the guy at the door recognized me and was escorting me to where Warren was.

All the staff bowed politely as we were passing by and I noticed the women whispering and giggling to each other after I waved at them and said hello in a little voice that sounded nothing like me.

“Well look who’s here boys, do you know y/n y/l/n?” I heard Warren say as I was making my way outside to the pool area where several young boys and even more staff were.

A string of “oh”, “oh my god” and more astonished expressions in their language followed, some of them covered their blushing faces and excited grins. It was cute, it made me remember when I was coming up and was left strarstruck more than once meeting famous celebrities for the very first time.

“Hi everyone, I’m y/n. Sorry for crashing your shooting but this gentleman right there invited me over and I couldn’t say no.” I said bashfully still a bit shy about the situation.

“This is, oh my god, I can’t believe this. You are y/n, a very famous star and you came to watch us shoot our video. Thank you very much” The tallest kid with blonde hair said, and after quickly whispering something to the rest of the boys they all bowed at the same time.

“Dul, set. Annyeong Haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan imnida!”

The same boy introduced himself as Rap Monster, later I found out his real name was Namjoon. He was the only one fluent in English as far as I could tell; I was also informed he was the leader of their group and a rapper.

The kid next to him looked very young, not older than 14, I barely heard his name because he spoke to me while looking at his feet the entire time. Jungkook, the youngest one, he was actually 17 and I was dumbfounded to find out they were all actually a lot older than what I thought they were. Their small frames, innocent eyes, baby faces and shy demeanor made them look way younger.

I tried memorizing their names and faces but it was proving to be a bit tricky to tell them apart for the first half hour.

So Jimin was the one the one with the flirty eyes wearing a snapback and the muscle shirt. V, real name Taehyung I could immediately tell apart from the others, he reminded me of my cousin with those innocent curious eyes.

Jin was the older one, serious, extremely polite, he was the one wearing a plaid red shirt and had reddish hair. Jungkook was the baby of the group and he looked like he wanted to run and hide everytime he saw me, very shy kid. He was the only one wearing a jacket wrapped around his waist.

Namjoon was the only one who spoke English, no brainer there. J-Hope, real name Hoseok had the bubbliest personality, he was the kind of person that makes everyone around them smile. A very special aura, I could tell he was born to be a star the minute I saw him.

Suga, real name Yoongi, was wearing a long sleeved shirt, the crispy white of the clothing made him stand out and I thought his stage name was cute, I could also tell him apart with ease from the start.

Their staff urged them to sing for me and it was amazing. I was blown away when I watched some of their performances on youtube while they were shooting a scene where Jimin seemed to want to punch Namjoon in the face after he stole his thunder and started getting closer to the video girl. It was hilarious to watch.

This group was no joke, their performances were crazy. They could sing and dance without missing a beat. Warren G wasn’t joking when he said I’d like to meet them, I’m a sucker for new talent and everyone knows that.

“Is this your first time in L.A.? How are you liking it so far?” I asked Suga who was standing a couple feet away from me with V and one of member of their staff.

“uhmmm… yes, first time in L.A., We love it.” I could tell they were very shy and self conscious about their English, I tried not to make too many complicated questions or talk too fast so they could understand what I was saying, the translator was there as well so the conversation flowed better than I hoped so. V was the more talkative one, teaching me some Korean words and asking for me to teach them some English phrases.

Suga was just standing there, nodding sometimes but not saying much, I could tell he was actively listening though. He was just more reserved I guess.

They only excused themselves when they were called for their shot. After talking to the other guys in between their takes I decided it was time to go, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

“Keep working hard guys, I know with your talent you’ll go far. And consider me another one of your fans from now on. I hope I can catch one of your concerts when I visit Korea in the future”

Namjoon did most of the talking, thanking me for the kind words and for coming over to meet them.

“Noona you don’t have, but we’re having a concert here in L.A. next week if you want to come see us, we’d love to have you there right guys?” They all nodded enthusiastically and I told them I would definitely come to support them.

After I gave one of his managers my assistant’s number so he could send her all the information I said my goodbyes and left, unknowingly setting in motion a series of events that would change my life forever.

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jixiani · 5 years

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I’m Fat and that’s OK.

Several years ago I restricted my caloric intake to a point that I gave myself gallstones. I’ve had disordered eating since I was young, as happens when you grow up fat. I remember dieting when I was in middle school, joining gyms with my mom and aunt in sixth grade, eating nothing but a glass of milk and an apple until dinner in an attempt to be acceptable to the kids that teased me. I’ve dieted, tried exercise routines that I took too far because I’m super competitive and obsessive, counted calories and ended up memorizing caloric content of certain foods. I got helpful advice from people that cared about me: drink a glass of water before every meal (which turned into only drinking a glass of water instead of eating a meal), eat less, substitute celery for a snack, dance while standing in line to burn extra calories...I spent a good year as a middle schooler doing the Slimfast thing, or using the same concept but with milk when we couldn’t afford actual diet drinks. I spent my entire high school career never eating lunch, only occasionally snatching fries from my friends or skipping lunch to go to an elective with them followed by a few times a year staying after school for stage crew and conveniently not eating dinner either. I was always fat. I was nicknamed Miss Piggy in grade school, tormented by bullies, left out, beaten up a few times. Once one of the boys threw a bottle of glue at me so hard that I had a bruise the size of a melon on my hip for a month, coincidentally on the same side I get ovarian cysts, I’m sure it has nothing to do with that...When I almost died of Salmonella at ten I was happy not that I had survived but that I had lost thirty pounds. I alternated not eating anything with binging on junk food. Still to this day if I can’t bring myself to eat anything else I know I can eat ice cream or some sort of fried potato or chocolate. The summer before my senior year of high school I rode my bike eight miles every day it wasn’t raining. Sometimes I rode twice that. I rarely brought water with me, it was summer but I figured that it just meant I would lose weight faster. I did lose weight, I dropped five or six dress sizes and suddenly I was acceptable, I was cool, I was desirable. I was also terribly damaged and needy and threw myself into a series of really bad decisions and relationships because I had zero self esteem. I eventually gained all the weight back. In college I almost fainted during a theater rehearsal and was forced to eat a bag of pretzels, it was the only thing I had eaten that day because I had been busy. I learned that I could replace a meal with a candy bar, something to keep my sugar up. I can’t stand people seeing me eat, I would buy things out of the vending machines and hide in little used spaces and eat my candy bar or poptart. Under the stairs, in the garden, in the basement break room...I knew where all the vending machines were and would avoid them if there was someone else there. I kept dieting, I downloaded apps to help track calories and exercises. The machines at the gym gave read outs of how many calories burned. I was congratulated on every bit I lost, every hour spent at the gym, I fed on praise instead of food. My app said I could have 3000 calories, I barely ate 1200 on a regular basis and that was when I was actively trying. But then I’d look at that 1200 and think, I can do better. The hours of exercise built up and I competed with myself to see how little calories I could log. Each teaspoon of sugar is 15 calories (I didn’t have to look that up, I’ll probably remember it when I’ve forgotten my own name), milk is 125 but black coffee is almost nothing, celery is also almost nothing. 1000, 900, 800...the human body burns something like 800 calories just to keep you alive, so if I eat less than that I’m bound to lose weight, right? Well, yes, I did. After a few months of that I had lost a lot of muscle, my body burning itself up to keep me moving, out of breath walking up stairs, obviously I was out of shape despite the diet and exercise…See, when you’re skinny and you do this, people worry about you and you have an eating disorder, but when you’re fat every pound and inch lost is a victory. According to a doctor I was seeing around that time “Fat people don’t have eating disorders.” I was seeing them because I started having gallstone attacks, I had no insurance and couldn’t afford the surgery, they suggested that I “Just stop eating McDonalds” I insisted that I didn’t eat McDonalds, that I didn’t actually eat much of anything, that I had cut out junk food, that I was dieting, that I thought that maybe I was dieting too much and had a problem. This was met with skepticism and I was told that if that was true then I should keep up the good work. For the first time in all my turbulent history with food I was actually afraid of eating. The wrong food or food at the wrong time resulted in pain. Not eating had also resulted in pain. I had done this to myself, I gave myself permission to eat but I was terrified of putting food in my mouth. Finally after twenty one attacks, some lasting over 9 hours I went to the ER. I was developing jaundice, they gave me the option of surgery. It was elective, they were very clear on that, I could go home, of course I might need a new liver, but it was my choice.

After that I stopped dieting. I eat junk food, I eat good food, I eat because I enjoy it, I walk, again because I enjoy it. I gain weight, I lose weight, I have stretch marks, I still remember calories and I despise that everything has calories on the label now. I’ve gone to therapy, I found out why I am obsessive and restrictive (obsessive compulsive personality disorder) and have tools to help. I still sometimes survive on poptarts although that’s being poor/convenience/I genuinely like them not because I’m afraid that people will see me eat real food. I eat salad because I like vegetables almost as much as chocolate not because I’m supposed to in order to be seen as a “good” fat person. I eat fast food and chips and give zero fucks what someone might say about it and know that I’m allowed to eat what I want, just not to over do it. I am still self conscious, I still worry about whether someone will find me attractive, I still have days where nothing fits right and even my own skin feels wrong and I probably always will. To be fair, I had those days when I was a size 12 too. I found doctors that don’t harp on my BMI (which is a bullshit measure, how could I have the same BMI when I was a size 18 as when I was a size 12 and you could count every rib and take out an eye with my hip bone?), I’m not looking forward to finding new ones but hopefully I can find one that won’t try to make me lose weight before treating my strep throat (totally something that happened).

But the thing is, I work with a lot of women and they are always comparing diets. They eat their salads and talk about how much they hurt from the gym and how no, they can’t have that bread it’s all carbs. And I have a few girls (it’s always the girls) who come through my lunch line and ask for sandwiches without bread because they’re trying to lose weight (although I would have sold both my arms to be as skinny as them when I was their age) and I just want to shake them. I want to tell them about how I starved myself for most of my life, how I hid in my bedroom to eat and hated every moment that I ate with other people and never wanted to be the first in line for food, how I made myself sick and how I’m probably heavier because my body wants to hold on to every calorie I begrudgingly gave it. How those “Recommended daily calorie intake” things are low balled and growing kids should be getting more like 3000-3500 calories a day and the unknown damage I’ve done to myself by only getting half that for most of my life. I want to tear down the whole system that makes money off making us feel bad about ourselves and assure them that none of it matters, that you only have one body and one life and you can’t put off living until you reach some unattainable and unsustainable goal. I want to rip those little signs off everything that says how many calories are in things because it has taken me YEARS of purposefully ignoring them before I can eat things without thinking of how many hours I’d have to be on an elliptical to justify eating something. Because there are little girls looking at themselves in mirrors and hating themselves, because there are women that are painfully aware of how many calories are in those things and don’t need a little sign to remind them, because there are women that are still waiting to be thin enough to love themselves and do all the things they want to do but don’t think they can because they’re too fat. Because there are doctors that would rather we die while they treat our fat instead of our illness. Because fat is the worst thing you can be when there are so many worse things. Because you can’t hate yourself into someone you can love. Because the things we pick up from the world around us and the scars that are left from cruel classmates and behaviors that we develop are insidious and last a lifetime and I’m still self conscious about the way I look. No assurances that “a few hundred years ago, yours was the ideal body type” or “boys may not want to date you now, but someday men will want to marry you” or “Real girls have curves” (which excuse me, but all girls are real girls, curves or lack thereof notwithstanding), or encouraging words from lovers will ever change or erase that damage. I still have bad days. I read something in a story the other day about a chubby, older woman from the male character’s point of view and how he liked the way she looked and I realized that I had never considered that someone could be attracted to me. I always figured that people liked me despite my weight, or that they might like it but in a probably creepy, chubby chaser sort of way. It hadn’t occurred to me that my weight might not even be a factor, or that I might be beautiful (I’ve been told I was, but figured that people are just being nice or just saying that because they wanted something) I had honestly thought that everyone I have ever interacted with just put up with my weight or were willing to overlook it. I had to close my kindle app for a while, I couldn’t process anymore of the story because I had been struck momentarily dumb but the realization that people may well find me attractive. It’s incredibly hard to get past those hang ups but I’m getting better and I want everyone else to get better too.

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doux-ciel · 6 years

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Victim Chapter One

Time.

The big idea is that once it's lost it can never be regained. - Robin Sharma

"Now ladies and gentlemen introducing the new face of Harp, Leyla"

Leyla steps out in her red Valentino custom gown and approaches the stage. Hearing the roar of applause and the smiles on everyone's faces made her feel alive. It made her feel overjoyed with gladness that so much hard work was put into her career she felt that she deserved it 1000%.

She cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone standing in front of her.

"I'm so happy to be sharing this wonderful moment with everyone in this room if it wasn't for Melanie or my awesome management I couldn't have done any of this. Peace and blessings to all....thank you". She grabs the hand of the young man, that was on the other side of the stage and walks off. When she went out into the crowd she was greeted with a bombardment of hugs and "Congratulations" from a multitude of people.

A few minutes after her best friend/photographer Melanie walks up to her, embracing her in a big heartfelt hug.

Just then Piper rushed towards them in a panic. "Where's Joslyn? Where is she?". The Asian beauty, Piper said referring to the infamous Joslyn Logan. She was a model, actress you name it she did it. Joslyn was also working with Leyla's same management company but she quit days before the ceremony because she didn't get the offer.

Leyla was confused as to why she wasn't at the event too but it never crossed her mind that she never saw Joslyn. "I don't know"

Piper looks at the two young women standing before her, a tear nearly slips from her brown eyes. "She said she would be here, she wouldn't miss this".

Melanie seemed amused by Pipers concern. "Oh, really she wouldn't miss this? Leyla got the offer and Joslyn didn't. You really think she would be happy to come here?"

Piper started to get agitated, clenching her jaw and waving her finger in Melanie's face. "Well, Melanie-"

Leyla came in between the two women, one her best friend and the other a co-worker. "Guys stop! This a celebration now come on and have some drinks and be nice"

Piper backed away from Leyla and moved towards her left. Opposite of where Melanie stood. "Maybe you need to tell your friend that because she seems like she's a little heated right now"

Melanie spoke "Maybe you need to walk away before I really get angry"

Piper was silent.

"I'm going to get some punch," Melanie said lowly under her breath, to no one in particular. She walked off towards the Beverage station.

Leyla turns her body towards Piper. "I'm sure she's around here somewhere"

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Leyla

After 3 hours of nonstop dancing, with my sister Esther, Melanie and a couple of other models, I had to sit down. These heels were killing me. I never knew I would hate these Giuseppe heels, but I do. I'm sipping on this fruit punch Vanessa, my manager got for me. I see his Tassel black loafers, I know it's him by his cologne. I honestly didn't think he would come but I guess he changed his mind, that's when I look up and see his handsome face.

Grey Torrez my boyfriend....well ex-boyfriend.

"Please, dance with me" Grey speaks in a low voice. He seems a little bit nervous because of the breakup two days ago. He strokes his fingers nervously through his hair.

How could I say no to him?

His green eyes rest on mine in a tense way.

"Sure," I say lowly.

His hand covers my delicate small one as he leads me onto the dance floor. He stretches out his arm and twirls me. I collide clumsily with his chest and I feel the rumble in his chest as he laughs softly. Grey presses me tightly against his chest, holding my right hand in his hand and his other hand rests with a comfortable pressure on the naked skin on my back.

"Thank you for dancing with me" He whispers in my ear.

"Your welcome," I say back.

I almost have a fan girl moment when I saw James Arthur come in. 2 days ago when we were planning this elaborate event, Grey told me he had a surprise but I didn't think he would actually go through with it. He still told James to come perform even though we weren't together anymore... knowing Grey he always had a plan and I think this one was working.

James Arthur starts to sing the first few sentences. I start to feel butterflies in my tummy.

"I met you in the dark you lit me up, you made me feel as though I was enough"

"We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when you were throwing up."

I smile because I remember the time when Grey ever saw me drunk when I first got to New York I had a convivial attitude.

Flashback

I hadn't meant to have as many drinks as I did, but they just kept being offered and I was having the time of my life, so I didn't even really notice.

"Greyyyyyyy!" I cried, stumbling over to where he was leaning against the bar.

He put out his hands to steady me before I went crashing into something and smirked.

"Alright there, babe?"

"I'm...on top of the world!" I giggled. Suddenly, my face went serious and I looked around the room, nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"Grey...the room is spinning. We should hold on to something."

Grey chuckled and brought my hand to his lips. "It's okay baby, I've got you. The room will stop spinning once I get you home to bed."

I turned to him and wiggled my eyebrows. "Home to bed, huh? You in a hurry to get me naked, Torrez?"

"Any other night, yes," Grey nodded, "But not tonight. You're drunk off your ass."

End of Flashback

"And then you smiled over your shoulder for a minute I was stone cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest"

His leg slides between mines, and he turns us both around in an easy way.

"And you asked me to stay over, I said I already told ya I think that you should get some rest"

As James sings this sentence I blush. Remembering that night, I almost got in bed with him that night, thank the Lord he stopped me, now I don't blame anyone for sleeping with anyone early into the relationship but that's just not me.

"I knew I loved you then but you'd never know cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go. I knew I needed you but I never showed"

He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. His right hand holding mines encompasses my hand in a new way, he places my hand flat on his chest. Covering my small hand with his big one. Sensing his heart beating, I look up and meet his eyes.

"I wanna stay with you until we're gray and old just say you won't let go"

My heart starts to race. I know that I shouldn't let this little dance mess with my head but I can't help it, he was my first love, the first person who ever loved me back and now we are broken up but dancing together. This is wrong very wrong but I couldn't just let go of this, let go of what we had.

I'm so glad that I used waterproof makeup. Putting my head on my right hand, which rests on his shoulder.

His hair tickles my nose and I close my eyes smelling his scent one last time. As he turns us I open my eyes taking this time to scan the room. My brown eyes fall on Melanie and my oldest sister Esther probably talking about if I and Grey are getting back together. Luke, Joslyn's boyfriend is at the bar drinking of course; I swear he's an alcoholic. But I don't see Piper, I remember moments before Grey whisked me onto the dance floor she was heading towards the hallway towards the bathroom or maybe down the elevator? hmm... she probably went to go search for Joslyn wherever she is.

As the song ends and he spins me around I turn my head to the left and see a police badge, that's when I felt Grey's hand leave mines and another hand grabs mines.

I look down at the new hand and see that it favors a woman's, my eyes slowly lift up to see the face staring directly at me. It was a police officer. "Do you know Joslyn Logan?"

"Yes? Why...what's the problem?"

The room got silent

"Joslyn Logan was found dead."

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After the police arrived, everyone was evacuated from the building. A tall blonde woman with a tight blue shirt with some casual black slacks and black boots walked over to the group of young models and photographer. She flashes her badge at everyone and starts asking questions. "I know this is incredibly difficult but I'm going to need to ask you some questions with this still fresh in your minds."

"How could this happen?" Piper says as she is still processing in her head what she just heard, Luke takes off his jacket placing it on her shoulders.

"I'm Officer Harrison" she stated. Giving nods to everyone she made eye contact with. Her stern presence made it known she meant business, she looks at Piper. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, as I understand there was a party going on upstairs.....Why were you celebrating?"

Melanie steps towards the police officer. "Leyla just made a big achievement in her modeling career and she got the new face of this new fashion line"

"Was anyone unhappy about that?" Harrison questioned again, this time bringing her notepad out.

"No, we were all very happy for her" Melanie once spoke again.

"What about Joslyn was she happy for her as well?"

Melanie looks annoyed, to say the least, crossing her arms across her chest, slightly shivering from the cold New York weather. "I'm sure the questions can wait."

Officer Harrison smirks at her actions. "Melanie Davis.....your father works at the public defender's office."

Now it's Melanie's turn to smirk, "Yes, And when you do question my best friend," she says referring to Leyla "I would like my father to be her council"

"Of course" Officer Harrison walks off to console the mother and father of Joslyn. They stood by their Rolls Royce looking devastated, Leyla felt awful for what happened.

Luke speaks up. "Why did you stop her?"

Melanie turns to him, "Joslyn was murdered, they are going to investigate and when they do they are going to look at the people closest to her, which is all of us."

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