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#5

hi look at him

thank you

46 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

a fic rec list that quite literally no one asked for

I’ve felt incredibly uninspired lately with fic. It’s a shit feeling. I may just be done writing. TBD. But as I’ve been sitting around trying to determine my feelings on fic, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about how I read fic. I’ve been reading it for awhile. I like to think that even in the 5SOS space, I’ve read a really good variety of things. So I wanted to make note of the fics that come to mind when I think of fics that have inspired me/made me feel something/are just really good. This probably will not be very organized and I apologize for that now. 

I’ve been very VERY lucky to get to know a few of the folks whose works I mention here. I feel so grateful to have had even small glimpses into your creative processes. Just before the world Stopped a couple years ago, I was shuffling toward a mindset of writing off fan fiction as a thing of my younger years and I’m thankful that so many people metaphorically hit me over the head with their incredible works. 

there’s some 1D, 5SOS, Shawn Mendes, and also solo 1D boys in here. i think a lot of them are at least a touch nsfw at points but not all of them? yeah. i think everything that is is noted of on the pages they link to? certainly not an exhaustive list of my favorites but these were the ones on my mind today.

Okay, in probably a really strange, completely non-linear order, here we go.

sugar on the asphalt by @justanchorandhope

I genuinely cannot even begin to describe the love in my heart for this fic. this is the fic (and writer tbh) that kept me around on tumblr in 2013 and is the perfect example of everything i loved about 1D fic back in the day. an OC to die for, the perfect dash of so many different tropes, CUPCAKES, southern charm, it has it all. just the sweetest cast of characters. i cannot believe i was 15 when this fic was first posted and now i’m 24 and re-reading this still feels like a curling up with a cup of tea at the end of a long day.

okay basically everything written by @harryandmolly but specifically the following:

like the back of my hand + fear and loathing in mandeville canyon

okay so fun fact i was so thrown off the first time i read the first fic listed there (the second one listed is a sorta AU of the first one taking place in early pandemic/lockdown times btw) bc the OC’s bff uses the exact same nickname i used in high school. okay but Lilly is a GOD TIER OC. i love a story that takes place over a really long period of time + really shows the progression of a relationship. also super random but as a woman in my mid-20s with crazy unrealistic dreams of living in a big gorgeous house with all my friends, the descriptions of the house Lilly lives in make my heart sing. for a story that takes place in a totally normal version of the world, the world building (maybe the wrong term here idk) in this is so great.

i could write it better than you ever felt it

three words: warped tour au. no but seriously there’s this blanket of nostalgia over this whole fic bc of the setting that is so fucking fun (she says having never gone to warped tour but shhhhh). another bright and brilliant OC, SO many lovable side characters, really driving plot. reading this feels like summer in all the best ways. (+ a brilliant sequel of sorts.) perfectly captures silly punk boys + hayley williams is there just being the goddess that she is. my introduction to jasey rae lol. so many things and all of them so great.

the emancipation of ginny

got momentarily distracted reading the teaser sorry i’m back now. ginny: bad ass and gorgeous business woman lady navigating being the assistant for an international pop star who is also her ex. andrew gertler is so stressed the whole time. i like a story that jumps around in time and this one does it in such a unique way. the writing in this is STUNNING, i feel like i am in every scene feeling the misty fog in london and the sun in my eyes on a summer festival tour. a Masterpiece imo. also the niall in this is wonderful in all the ways he can be + taylor swift shows up for a minute.

perfect teeth by @stylesmoothie

why yes i am in fact linking you to MIBBA bc 1DFF was the only other place to really find this i think rip to our fallen hero and what a throwback adlskfjdsl. i am NOT joking when i say that i literally cried when people started reblogging around the final update for this a few years back bc it had been like 5 years since this fic was updated. this fic holds such a special place in heart (as so many 1D fics from this era do). ezra is a brilliant OC and her story is SO GREAT. something i loved about ~this era~ of 1D fic was how expansive the backstories for the OCs were and ezra’s especially just made me fall in love with her. i remember that reading the conclusion to this story (so many years after starting it) felt like this beautiful sense of closure. i had very few constants in my later teenage years but stories like this one were one of them. love love love this story.

(took a brief pause so anna and i could hunt down an old zayn fic from back in the day slkdfjlds leesh came to our rescue bless her)

nom de plume by @stylesprimes

another fic that truly feels like it just? defined an era of my life???? (just had to do some internet wizardry to verify this was a 2014 fic lol) another OC with just the most sick backstory and story told throughout the fic. in this era of fic i was a HUGE fan of the harry styles london indie crew kinda fic. could not tell you why aside from how fucking cool i thought alexa chung was. you really get to see everyone make mistakes and grow in this story which i really admire from both a reader and a writer standpoint. like that’s not easy to do sdlfkjdsl. i love all the twists and turns and it’s a story i love returning to every once in awhile. cecilia’s experiences in this are so so unique and i’ve never really read anything quite like this story. the dynamic between the characters and just the overall vibe of ndp has always been so novel. i love it.

scene 14 by @daydadahlias

this FIC OH MY GOD. so backstory: i feel like i was the last person to read jess fic esp this one like. i was so intimidated by the fact that everyone had already read this and i had all of this knowledge of the vibe and how much everyone loved this that reading this almost felt like being introduced to a friend of a friend, ya know? this fic is Stunning. like i didn’t think it would be possible to be so impressed by college au world building at this point in my life (i’ve been reading college AUs for like. literally over a decade) but this little world that jess created was SO immersive. these characters were all so bright and i loved and cared for each and every one of them despite how many there were. i laughed, i cried. reading this reminded me why i love fan fiction and i feel so SO grateful to be in this fic space at the same time as jess.

love would burn this city down for you by @calumcest

helen has shared so many amazing stories but this one is always going to be my favorite. there’s so much soul and heart and love in this short little piece. i barely have the words for it. i started writing myself bc i felt inspired by the space that helen was helping to create a couple years ago and it’s pieces like this that i think had a lot of influence on the style i would try to adopt in certain ways. she’s so great at showing love in the little, quiet ways. pieces like this one feel like a secret and i’m so thankful i get to be in on it.

another night of takeout by @roselirry

lol i’ve had the second part of this bookmarked on my computer for MANY years and just realized there was a third part to it i had never read. this is a niall fic, little slices of three different days from the perspective of Vee, niall’s assistant in a solo era world. reminds me of a lot of the reasons i love the emancipation of ginny. one of my favorite tropes, a bit of that ‘omg they’re so in love but just refuse to really fully acknowledge it’ kinda situation. only three little bits in this but through the bits of background you get such a FULL story (despite the fact that it’s technically not finished i think?). SUCH a comfort read, i’ve read this so many times that it feels like a cozy, worn cardigan. (also i’ve historically been SUPER picky with my niall fic and this one has really stood the test of time for me)

all the things yet to come by soysauceharry

so i’ve never been a big self insert fic kinda girl. i think i just started out with OC fic so it was just this foreign thing to me for so long. i’m also a very big character person so when a character is really vague for the purpose to trying to be easy to fit a variety of looks and/or personalities into, i struggle to find enjoyment in it at times. but jesus christ, this story is cool. for me, reading this story gives the vibe of like a dream where you’re watching yourself do something? so despite the fact that it’s written in the second person, i don’t feel like i’m watching the story from the eyes of the OC. also despite all of the ‘you’s i just have never read this as a true self insert. i have an MC in my head that is very much a unique character. MC is a graduate psych student, Harry is her graduate advisor for a min and then later just a colleague. follows MC through her graduate studies. the setting and the story are just so pretty and lifelike. i think i read this for the first time in the winter while i was still in school which added a lot to the vibe. i return to this whenever i want cozier vibes.

If you dance with me darling, if you take me home… Will we talk in the morning? by @kaleidoscopeminds

i love a meg fic for so so many reasons. i love this one especially bc the tone of it to me feels like how you tell the story of a fun night out. it feels fun and silly like the stories you tell the night after the night out about all the wild shit you did in the early hours of that same day. i’ve always been very fond of this fic because meg posted it when i was feeling very VERY down about the world and it just made me smile. this fic feels like laughs after shots idk how to describe it just good fun. she is the cake QUEEN but i always found so much inspo in her earlier lashton pieces. they remind me of all the good things about summer 2020. i’m glad they can still take me back to those times of first getting to know some of the folks that i just love so dearly now (baggy salt forever <3)

sail the wildest stretch by @beautifulletdownfics

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#3

hi i would like to discuss

thank you

119 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#2

5sos playing the same fest as green day, good charlotte, and blink???? can someone check on those boys omg???

124 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i can’t believe ashton is the cutest dude on the planet and we just have to deal w that

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#5

i still can't get over just how good the opening scene to HOTD is

like, they really gave us everything:

King Jaehaerys!!! it's so fucking cool to see him!!! and the shadow of his great reign hangs so heavily over Viserys!!!

Centering Rhaenys and how the crown was stolen from her (as well as putting the gender dynamics front and center)

the fondness in VO Rhaenyra's voice when she calls Viserys her father just slays me. bc even tho she sees how unfair it was for Rhaenys to be passed over, and even seeing how Viserys' faults led to the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra still loves him because he's her dad

the final line - "the only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon was itself" - being supplemented by the original GOT theme!!! CHILLS. Not only foreshadowing the Dance of the Dragons, but also Mad King Aerys, Rhaegar, and Daenerys!!

truly. It's only like a minute long and it may be one of my favorite scenes in this entire franchise.

28 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

i know that palps just being Fucking Done with vader’s eternal Obesession is hilarious, but i seriously cannot stop thinking about that scene, because...

sidious clearly always used the people anakin loved to manipulate him - whether it was padme, ahsoka, obi-wan, and then later luke. so why would sidious want vader to stop thinking about obi-wan, when he clearly uses obi-wan to taunt vader in other contexts?

could it be because a small sliver of anakin skywalker shone through when he fought obi-wan, and sidious could sense it? could it be that sidious was worried that if vader continued facing obi-wan, that sliver would only get larger and brighter? could it be that sidious realized that obi-wan might have been capable of taking his right hand from him?

105 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#3

Bond falls victim to what I am now calling "Steve Rogers Syndrome," where a main character throws away his found family (which the audience has become much more attached to) in favor of a bland, boring, nuclear/heterosexual life. Just because Bond doesn't get his "happy ending" doesn't mean that he doesn't fall into this trope.

I think a lot of people would agree with me when I say that Bond & Madeline have no chemistry. They had no chemistry in Spectre and they continue to have none in NTTD. And yet, we're supposed to care about their relationship because 1) the narrative (i.e. Bond) tells us, instead of shows us, that he loves her, and 2) there is a child (which the narrative also tells us that we should care about).

But the truth is that Bond doesn't trust Madeline. Not really. The second he's attacked by Spectre, he immediately blames her and doesn't even question if he's wrong (and she doesn't really try to convince him otherwise). Now, you may chalk this up to Bond not trusting anybody, but here's where we get to the found family: because he does trust his MI6 family, implicitly, immediately.

He trusts Eve enough to tell her about the scientist, Feliks, what happened in Cuba, etc., and to ask for her help. He trusts Q so much that he gives him the flashdrive he recovered in Cuba, he stays with Q in his apt while he's in London, he places his life in Q's hands multiple times throughout Skyfall, Spectre, and NTTD. He trusts Mallory - even after knowing his shadiness with Herakles, he still trusts him enough to go back under his command. He even trusts Nomi after only a few days of meeting her - enough to trust her to have his back on the island, enough to trust her with Madeline and his child.

So the fact that Bond doesn't trust Madeline is a huge, huge red flag. To me, the "trilogy" of Skyfall, Spectre, and NTTD were all about establishing Bond's support system and family within MI6. In Casino Royale and QoS, he really only had M, and no other connections to MI6 beyond her. But starting with Skyfall, he begins to build a support network of people he does trust in MI6, and the audience begins to trust them (and love them) along with Bond.

This simply doesn't apply to Madeline, because Bond doesn't trust her, and so the audience is never shown why we should trust her or love her.

276 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#2

I've been thinking about tolkien lately, and i know this must've happened to many fathers and mothers across europe in the 1940s, but

do you ever think about how tolkien was sent to fight in a pointless, brutal, terrible war, from which only he and one of his friends returned? a war that promised young british men that they would find glory, only to find death and trauma and suffering? and when he returned, stricken with trench fever, he told his children stories of the adventures of a humble hobbit - a simple tale, that maybe purposefully didn't reflect just how awful his own "adventure" was.

And then just 20 years later, those children, his children who had heard those stories of a humble hobbit, got sent to fight in another brutal, devastating war, and he had to watch them go without him, knowing what they would go through because it had happened to him.

and this time, after that second war was over, and his sons had returned to him safely, he wrote another tale. This one not as simple. This one not for children, but for the grown men and soldiers his sons had been forced to become. This one centered the brutalities of war but also the hope of friendship and love.

i just. do you ever think about john ronald reuel tolkien???

4,154 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the special relationship is as strong as ever, lads

214,332 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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‘Acrophobia’

Fandom: Venom (movie 2018)

Ship: Symbrock (Eddie/Venom)

Tags: Fluff, Stargazing, These losers are adorable but their banter is hilarious too, Venom tries to work on Eddie’s fear of heights, He goes about it all wrong, But maybe it works out OK in the end, Symbiote cuddles.

AO3 Link: [Here!]

(My other Symbrock fic: ‘Skin-Deep’)

(Please leave a kudos or a comment on the AO3 version if you enjoyed it <3 thanks! Happy Valentines!)

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The stars had never seemed so bright, so close, so... beautiful. Despite the racing of his heart and the shaking in his legs, that much Eddie could admit. But still...

“I- uh- I don’t see why you think that exposing me to heights is gonna get rid of my fear. It’s one of those... those kinds of ‘so you don’t die’ fears. Evolutionary. Y’know?” Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as a cold, fierce gust of wind blew straight through his thin sleeping t-shirt. He shivered more violently, trying to will his legs to move backwards, but Venom had locked them in place at the edge of the building.

I thought this was called Exposure Therapy, a reply rumbled into his mind, with something almost like an internal huff, so you’d learn to ignore your broken human evolution and remember that I would never let you die.

That’s not really how it works! Eddie tried to yell internally, his throat closed with fear.

Venom’s irritation at the situation buzzed in the back of Eddie’s head. Sometimes it was easy to forget that everything the symbiote had learned of humanity was from his previous hosts at the lab, Eddie himself, or the terrible television he watched while Eddie slept. Even when he grasped a concept, he sometimes didn't fully appreciate that there was a deeper meaning, social constructs to consider, or that what applied to one human may not apply to another. He was getting better, but it was so much for an alien to learn in such a short amount of time that he occasionally fucked up. Like right now.

Eddie swallowed thickly and opened his eyes a crack, feeling his stomach clench at the sight of the lights of cars moving around like tiny glowing insects far, far below him. At least Venom had taken them to a roof so high up that nobody would be able to see him standing there on the edge. He didn’t know how he’d have explained ‘no, I don’t want to kill myself, but my symbiote partner who lives inside me thought he could cure my phobia by making me experience my fear in the middle of the night’ to the police.

Is that not a good enough explanation? The deep voice was almost apologetic in tone, and Eddie felt a slightly guilty shifting feeling below his chest. I thought this would help. The show I watched on fears said this would help, Eddie.

His legs moved on their own, retreating him back into the middle of the roof and he let out a relieved breath.

Venom moving his limbs was a sensation he was gradually getting used to; it felt like when he’d wake up with a numb arm because he’d slept on it funny, and he’d move it around to get the blood flowing back into it again, even though he couldn’t feel the sensation itself. (He’d given the same explanation to Anne once when she’d asked how it felt when Venom piloted his body without covering him, but judging by her expression it wasn’t a particularly good analogy.)

Wrong train track again Eddie.

Eddie made an impatient shushing sound, fighting a sudden smile, the familiar jab and reaction from them both tapping into something comfortable and stable that helped to push his pulse-racing fear away. He'd tried to explain the phrase ‘train of thought’ to Venom one lazy afternoon after getting annoyed at himself for letting his mind wonder while he should have been working. Venom had since taken to pointing out when Eddie’s thoughts were ‘on the wrong train track’ – not quite the correct use of the phrase, but he knew what he meant. Didn’t mean he appreciated his easily distracted nature being pointed out all the time.

Eddie shook his head, returning to his symbiote’s confusion.

“I mean, if your fear is- like- spiders or something, I’ve heard that holding them can help, but I don’t think waking up in the middle of the night standing on the edge of a building is quite the same, V.” His voice still ringed with a note of fear, but now that he was away from the ledge, he was feeling considerably calmer.

No reply came, but a guilty shifting fluttered in his chest that made Eddie feel like he’d swallowed butterflies. He coughed lightly in an involuntary response to try and ease the strange sensation and placed his palm over his heart. “The thought was there,” he conceded softly.

Quiet.

Oh, Venom was definitely feeling bad.

Something heavy sat in Eddie’s gut.

He sighed and slowly lowered himself onto the middle of the concrete roof so that he was lying flat on his back, like he did when he was meditating.

What are you doing? Don’t you want to go back?

“Well, yeah, but I figured since we're here now anyway and the sky is so clear we could do a bit of star-gazing or something,” he said sincerely, laying his hands on his stomach. “Besides, I can’t see how high up we are from here. I’ll just pretend we’re on the ground.”

Hm, Venom didn’t sound convinced, you’ve never been interested in stars before. Why would you want to look at them now?

He considered this for a moment before replying with a soft, “Compromise.”

No, he didn’t really want to be high above the city at who-knows-how-late-o’clock, but there they were anyway. The memory of the appreciation and peace Venom had felt when they’d been on top of the network building when they’d first met hummed back to him in echoes. ‘Your world is not so ugly after all’ he’d admitted softly. To an alien that lived amongst the vastness of the universe, heights really must be no big deal. If anything, Venom seemed to like them, especially when it showed off the lights of San Francisco glinting through the darkness like a universe at his feet.

Eddie knew his fear must seem so confusing and unnecessary, especially when it went against everything Venom kept on telling him about catching him and never letting him get hurt. He didn’t want Venom to think that his fear was a result of a lack of trust. He knew his partner would never, ever let him fall without catching him – he had Eddie’s infinite and unshakable trust. But something that ran so deep was hard to just switch off.

A low hum of understanding made the hairs on Eddie’s arms stand on end and he smiled goofily at the sky, letting out a breath of air that was nearly a laugh. Every time they truly came to an understanding with each other it felt like their heart was too big for their chest, pumping life and love love love around their body. Although they were a ‘we’ more than they were ‘Eddie or Venom’ they were still two individual souls in one body – they were bound to disagree and misunderstand each other. They’d had vastly different experiences in life to shape them into who they were. But when those souls were in synchrony with each other, it felt so amazing and so natural that Eddie wondered how he’d ever felt any kind of closeness with a human being.

“You should have just asked, V. Never mind what the TV said. I think that stuff’s bad for you, I should sell it and just buy you a load of books or something.”

The vibrations from Venom’s rumbling laughter ran all the way through Eddie, right into his toes. Empty threats, Eddie. We know how much you love the reruns of your ‘Gilmore Girls’.

Eddie sighed dramatically, though he couldn’t quite push away the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Damn, you got me there. Fine. The TV stays.”

No matter how many times you re-watch it, Lorelai and Luke still won’t get married.

“Oh, owch, you really went there?! Straight for the jugular, man, why would you say that?” Eddie groaned loudly, though he could barely hear himself over laughter so low and continuous it was practically a purr. “I thought we would have this romantic look at the stars together, why would you hurt me in this way.”

“Would never hurt you Eddie.” Venom’s voice was right below his ear, close enough to feel the light touch of teeth against his skin. “We can be romantic.”

Eddie hadn’t even noticed how cold the concrete had been through the thin material of the shirt he slept in until the gritty hard coolness against his back was replaced with something considerably more comfortable, as his whole body was lifted slightly to accommodate the solid, yet strangely soft, warm and impossibly broad chest of Venom. Two thick, huge arms gently wrapped around his middle so that he was now lying on Venom’s chest, encased in his arms. Safe. Loved. Treasured.

Teeth nipped gently at his ear again and Eddie sighed contentedly, letting his whole body relax into the embrace.

It was nice to be physically close like this, plus it took away all the chill of the night-time wind.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Venom was so comfy, and Eddie could feel both his own happiness and a warm, happy glow that wasn’t his. He thought that being able to vaguely grasp Venom’s feelings was a little bit like an ‘emotional echo’. Something that did and didn’t belong to him; the pleasure of being held and the pleasure of doing the holding.

“Your Earth stars are very boring,” Venom declared, making Eddie open his eyes – he’d nearly fallen asleep.

“What?”

“They only shine with a few colours through your toxic atmosphere. And they’re so small.”

Eddie resisted the urge to laugh, always amused by how much Venom resented Earth’s oxygen just because he couldn’t breathe it, and he frowned playfully. “Hey, you leave our stars alone. They do a good job.” He paused and lines creased his forehead as he considered something else the symbiote had said. “Wait…. Stars are only one colour, right? What do you mean, they only shine with a ‘few’?”

“Like this.”

Eddie blinked and yelped. He would probably have fallen off Venom if his strong arms hadn’t been holding him tightly. The sky had been pretty before – distant stars shining with a white light – but now it was absolutely glorious. Greens and pinks sparkled in an ocean of shifting blues, and they were everywhere, the sky was full of them, even thought they were still very distant and very tiny. It was like looking straight into a galaxy from a movie. “Shit,” Eddie breathed in awe, “how…?”

“Made your eyes like mine,” Venom rumbled gently beside Eddie’s ear. It made him shiver and he could feel the toothy grin in response.

“Wow.” Eddie tilted his head a little, his cheek pressing into Venom’s. “Love you, V,” he whispered.

The reply vibrated in his mind, through his whole being, I love you too, Eddie. Always.

He smiled and laughed as Venom’s very wet tongue slid across his chin and up his cheek. “Ew, V!” He squirmed, but Venom only held him tighter, his claws pin-points of pressure at his sides. Amusement bounced between them in their emotional echo space again.

Once Venom’s tongue had retreated, leaving a trail of drool drying on his skin (again), there was a pause while Eddie enjoyed lying in Venom’s arms, and looking at stars he could never even have imagined, until he said, “That cluster of stars looks like a dog. With a wonky leg.”

“Mmm.”

“Seriously? Does everything make you hungry?”

“Those stars look like a lung.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eddie laughed.

“Hungry, Eddie.”

“Ok, ok, let’s go home.”

With another blink his vision returned to normal. Venom squeezed him even tighter and then retreated under his skin, using tendrils to push Eddie upright gently to his feet.

Without Venom’s bulk holding him close Eddie shivered as the wind cut through his thin clothing again, until black seeped out of his skin and hugged his torso, shielding him from the cold. Whether he was in a humanoid shape or not, the warmth he felt in his chest was the same.

Shall I get us down? Or are we using the lift?

Eddie ran a hand over the shifting, liquid like mass covering him as he glanced back up at the sky. It was starting to look a little lighter on the horizon, was the sun going to rise soon? They needed to get back. He bit his lip as he considered something crazy. His whole body was still thrumming with happiness and contentment.

“Y’know what… maybe your exposure therapy worked… I think I’m going to do what you said last time,” Eddie began.

There was a spike of glee across their bond, and Venom’s form rippled beneath his hand. Last time?

“Yeah. When we were up like this before you said ‘jump’.” Eddie took a huge breath and ran towards the edge of the building, pushing all thoughts of heights and falling and death out of his mind and just let trust and love fill him. “Catch me!” he yelled into the rushing wind as his foot shoved him off the roof, leaping into the void of nothing but air.

Always.

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Scotland Pt 13

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 – Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 

This one’s gonna hurt. There’s fluff, but it’s going to hurt. Also added Jake Owen’s - Life of the Party - yet another random song insert but it works.

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Shifting his eyes over the group of actors around him, Aiden drew in a shaky breath at the remainder of the Dwarf cast that couldn’t make it to your celebration along with Ian Mckellen, Evangeline and Luke looking on at him curiously in the circle around him after his sharing the pictures he’d taken. Exhaling slowly he rubbed his forehead and steadily replied, “I’ve got a dinner thing tonight, but I’ll be on the first flight after, Love. Just hang tight and I’ll make sure you have the best trip imaginable.”

With a weak giggle you replied, “You really don’t have to do that.”

Furrowing his brows you could sense his playful glare forming through his deepening dimples over the phone as he replied, “Hey, nobody abandons my Sugar Muffin. So we’re just going to have a ball and make sure he regrets it!” Through your giggle his eyes shifted to the approaching woman bearing a clipboard as she spoke softly into her headset causing him to say, “Got to go on now Love, but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way. You’re still at Lee’s?”

“No, I’m at Colin’s family home. Plenty of room for you too, Steve’s on his way out as well.”

Aiden, “Good. Get some rest, I got some big plans already.”

After hanging up the group eyed him curiously as Luke asked, “Lee? Lee Pace, Lee?”

With a sigh Aiden mumbled, “Ya, that one. Really has a lot to learn about keeping his guests properly tended to.”

Evangaline, “So your girlfriend is staying with him?”

Inhaling quickly his words halted as they were being waved to head onto the stage, meeting her gaze again he replied, “She’s not my girlfriend, but if he won’t fix this soon, she won’t be his either.”

Raising her brows she followed with Luke right at her side and whispered, “I didn’t know he was seeing anyone.”

Luke leaned in to reply, “If he really abandoned her they won’t be together for long after this.” Gaining an agreeing nod from her as they rounded the corner and passed through the curtains onto the stage with growing smiles.

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Curling your legs on the dining room chair under you your fingers inched the full plate of food closer to you as Corey, Colin’s Cousin smiled at you as he eyed your phone once you’d set it down asking, “Not Lee I take it?”

Shaking your head you replied, “Aiden Turner, he’s flying out after a dinner thing. He’s not too pleased with Lee either.”

Corey chuckled, “At least he’ll have more than just you to face when he gets back.”

Holding back your creeping tears you bit back the word ‘if’, and replied, “Seems the whole cast will be after him if he doesn’t.”

Corey sighed eyeing your downcast expression and said, “It’ll all be all right Deary.”

Through your creeping grin your eyes turned to the screen along the wall as it flicked on landing immediately on a news report about the Hobbit cast soon shifting into a story claiming confirmation of a relationship between you and Richard. Starting with old pictures from the year prior at the few events you had joined him in, including one of your first kiss drawing an audible gasp from you before it flashed to the pictures and video footage captured of you during your wedding preparation trip to London. 

The anchor sat with a creeping grin commenting on how adorable you seemed together as the woman beside her bore a slightly jealous flash in her eyes through her small smile while she wished you both well as the image of him resting at your side two days prior after your flight had landed. Through a soft whisper you drew Corey’s eye as you said, “Oh blast it all.”

Snorting at your head shaking he replied, “Lee should love that.”

Stabbing another piece of your breakfast you glanced back at the screen as they delved into your history and status before a flurry of more pictures of you that had been captured of the group through the celebration cropped from the larger groups to just you two including several of you both dancing with huge grins as countless message from online were brought up from his fans stating how perfect they thought the pair of you were together. 

Overall the messages bore a pleased tone as they all commented that he truly seemed happier than he seemed before he’d first been seen with you, a statement agreed to by all the actors that had met you at the few events you’d attended, including a small clip of cameras catching Lee’s Brother William walking Lee’s dogs and gave a very cheerful account of the night you spent with Richard including a confirmation of your spending the night in each other’s arms.

With a trembling lip you forced another bite of your meal into your mouth then mumbled through packed cheeks, “Well this can only go well.”

Snorting again Corey replied after a sip of his drink, “Lee’s going to have a very hard time getting through this one.”

Glancing at your pinging phone you unlocked it and watched as the notifications on your normally inactive social media pages racked up, opening each you skimmed through a few before setting it down again ignoring the constant pings. Clearing the table once your meal was through you sighed and stretched before Corey bumped your shoulder and said, “Have you tried paddle boarding?”

Shaking your head he smiled and said, “Go change and I’ll take you out.”

Softly giggling you returned to your usual room and changed into your swimsuit, a small black two piece with a pair of shorts over the bottoms as Corey changed into a fresh set of trunks, waiting by the back door for you to lead you out to the section of private beach you shared with the two other lavish mansions on either side of theirs. With a soft smile you accepted his hand as he led you onto the beach and out to the waters edge with the board and paddle in hand as your head turned at the group of people with cameras pointed at you both in the distance. Following your gaze he chuckled as you said, “Guess they found me.”

With another helping hand Corey eased you into place on the board and got on after you, taking you out far enough to be well out of sight from them and rested for a break as a car with flashing lights arrived, obviously the security coming to shoo the media away. Leaning back against his chest your eyes closed as your body relaxed in the warm sunlight for a short while until he spun you around and said, “Your turn to paddle.”

Giggling softly you stood and eased the paddle through the water as his hands helped keep you steady behind him until you both headed back to the shore. Tucking the board under his arm he chuckled at your bump into his side as you said, “Thank you.”

Resting his free arm across your shoulders he chuckled again, “Any time Deary.”

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Back in your room again you took a short shower, dried and pulled on a loose tank top cut from an old shirt over your bra and short shorts, grabbing your phone checking for any messages only to find one from Graham, Adam and Dean, all finding the news burst hilarious and agreeing it should get Lee to react once he sees the news. 

Biting your lip you walked through the house to lounge on the hammock on the back porch, grabbing a glass tall neck of Mike’s Hard Lemonade only at the intriguing magenta shade and disinterest at the Corona Corey enjoyed so much. Stretching out your left leg curled under you as your right propped up as a soft breeze blew you into a gentle sway. Claiming a sip of your drink your fingers danced across the screen of your phone in a brief message to Richard only to smile again as your Twitter page pinged again with a tweet from Richard.

Biting your lip you opened the app and smiled as you read his words, “Breathtaking as always Darling. Enjoy your time at the beach, wish I could be there.” Trailing it with a winking emoji and a picture of him on the couch with a mug of cocoa in front of a rain coated window followed by, “If you get tired of the sun it’s cuddling weather here.”

Giggling again you bit your lip and drew in a steady breath before snapping a picture of you smiling, resting your drink on your stomach with a clear view of the beach beside you as a warm breeze blew your curls tighter around your face. Biting your lip again you added his account name and wrote back, “Tempting. Aiden promised to show me around for a bit, then I might drop by after. Can’t spend too long in the sun, rain keeps calling me back home.” Sending it off you switched back after spotting the little heart symbol pop up marking his response before your phone rang and his picture popped up again.

“Aiden called.” Exhaling lowly your skin coated with small bumps at his low grumble.

“Ya, I take it you caught the news as well, Handsome.”

Chuckling lowly Richard grinned widely as he replied in a cheeky tone urging you to picture his huge smirk, “Couldn’t help myself when I saw it. Might be a low blow but I couldn’t believe he didn’t make sure his schedule was clear before we left, I could have had you stay out here till after so you wouldn’t be alone.”

Settling back against the hammock you felt a small smile ease onto your face, “Steve’ll be out here by morning, Aiden’s flying out after his dinner thing, and I’m sure some of Steve’s friends at school out here will be along as well. They always make sure to drop in when we’re all in town.”

Sighing into the phone he settled deeper into his seat skimming through the pictures of the pair of you together on his open laptop on the couch beside his extended legs, “Any word on how long it’ll be?”

“Lee said a week, possibly two.” Lowering his mug he could almost sense your downcast gaze and dropping mood as you continued, “But his Brother said he barely spends a week at a time around home lately.”

“He does seem to hop around quite a bit.” In a cautious tone he asked, “Are you alright with that?”

Closing your eyes you inhaled shallowly feeling a tear rolling down your cheek from the deep sting in your chest, “I’m not really certain about it right now. I mean, you’re the first actor I’ve known really well, and your schedule’s a lot different than Lee’s so I’m not really certain of a middle ground on it yet, if that makes sense.”

Chuckling again he rumbled back, “I understand perfectly. There’s a lot of travel and distance involved depending on the part, and the managers as well. We all get it, so if you need to talk about it you’ve got a long list to draw from.” Through another chuckle he added, “Aiden replied to your message.”

“Really? What did he say?”

Chuckling again he replied, “Well he’s shirtless, and doing this modely pouting glare thing in some really short trunks with the message saying he’s picking out his best trunks for you, his Sugar Muffin. And he added some winks to the end of it.”

With a soft giggle you replied, “Oh this is going to be an interesting week.”

Chuckling again he added, “Just don’t forget to break out a few of your dresses as well. I mentioned to Aiden he should take you out dancing at least once.”

“Are all of you going to be like this? Flaunting me around to press it in deeper to Lee?”

“You weren’t there, but they all did the same with me after our arrangement broke.”

Giggling again you eyed the waves at your side and replied, “You should be in bed.”

“I’m relaxing on the couch, couldn’t sleep after I heard.”

“Get some sleep Rich. You need your rest.”

Sighing again he rose and carried his laptop back to his room setting it on his desk and plugged it in before shutting it off and put his empty mug in the sink and turned out the lights on his way to lie down, “Alright, let me know how it all goes.”

“I will keep you posted, Handsome.” Through his deepening grin at your using his nickname once again as you said your good nights and hung up. While once more he checked on your pictures together one last time before closing his eyes. Hanging up you switched to your Twitter again, allowing you to check on Aiden’s picture earning a laugh from you at the ridiculously exaggerated pout he had paired with an equally as ridiculous pose in those skimpy black trunks. Followed by Luke adding a few images of him in his tight trunks asking if he could tag along as well while the rest of the cast liking your pictures and sending some of their own about the weather they were having as well, all taking in the blaring absence of any word from Lee on any of his pages or messages.

Closing the app you rose from the hammock after the sun had set to cook yourself and Corey another meal before both heading to bed.

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Morning came soon enough bringing a familiar weight across your back from Steve bringing a smile to your face as you woke and he shifted to hold you closer as you turned to snuggle against his chest stroking your hair as he repeated, “I’m right here.”

“Your flight go alright?”

“Very pleasant. Bit quiet on the jet, but got tons of rest, called the guys, they’ve settled on taking us to shopping, games and bowling today, up for it?”

Nodding your head you smiled and said, “Sounds like fun.”

In his thick arms you rested for a few more minutes before climbing out of bed and pulled on a tighter tank top and a pair of jeans over your heels, that Steve suggested you wear. Smirking back at him you packed your converse in your purse and slid your phone in your pocket after your smile dimmed slightly at the still unanswered message you’d sent to Lee asking about his flight before smiling again from the message Aiden had sent about his arrival that night and added a note that Luke was wishing to tag along though his week in town as well along with another from Richard on his way to work wishing you a great day. In a quick message back you replied asking for word if they needed a ride from the airport.

Reaching up you pulled your hair back into a ponytail and joined him outside to climb into the waiting set of jeeps with the guys all happily greeting you as Corey locked up and climbed in behind you as the tall blonde in the front seat moved to the back freeing the passenger seat for you with a laugh as you giggled at their group hug of a greeting before the blonde stated, “So, Derek’s at it again?”

Glancing at him you replied, “No, lucky me found a new Derek apparently.”

Blonde chuckled saying, “So, what’s with this Richard guy?”

“Good friends.”

His Brother started the car saying through a wide smirk and a thick Cockney accent, “Don’t know, looked pretty cozy.”

“We used to date, long distance wasn’t working then.”

Blonde, “You still living apart?”

“Six hour train ride to London, but it’s better than having to cross the pond to see him.”

His Brother said, “You should just date him then. World seems pleased with the pairing.”

Giggling softly you watched the scenery ignoring the appeal of the idea through the drive as more of their friends joined in in a small group of motorcycles. Grouping around the jeeps for the short drive that ended in the parking lot of a Main Event that was mostly abandoned at the early hour. Climbing out your hands lowered to adjust the top of your shirt over your cleavage from the seat belt as you watched the cars pulling in behind you packed with cameramen all exiting and capturing your brief wave before you locked your purse in the trunk and got drawn in the middle of the group flashing cheeky waves and grins of their own before turning to lead you inside. 

Trailing after you, they claimed their admission and chose a spot not far from your lanes snapping away as you enjoyed your few rounds of bowling before you joined the guys in a round of laser tag and then moved into the boardwalk section that filled with laughter and semi raucous jokes from you all in your mild competition to see who could win the most games before claiming the empty tables for some pizza as more people started pouring in. 

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Standing up you all cleaned up your mess and eased the chairs back under the table to pass through the crowds back to your cars before they drove you straight over to a small set of shops you roamed through, each claiming your own set of clothes, shoes, hats and books from the second hand book shop next door.

Walking through the joint parking lot you led the men towards a frozen yogurt shop. Each of you filled your own cups and filled the tables outside leaving the tables inside open for the smaller groups of customers after you as your same joking conversation grew again. 

Glancing up as you rose to clean up once again you eyed the set of Harleys pulling up to the diner next door. Each of them removed their helmets as the car behind them let out a group of men with cameras while they searched for the person that had brought the large group of cameras already there. Settled on you they each looked you over wondering where they knew you from, with a glance of your own followed by a large smile they recognized you right away as you eyed them fresh from their long night shift of filming for Sons of Anarchy. They all removed their helmets and moved to cross your path as one of the guys in your group approached the blonde leading them and nodded his head at you, with a creeping smile crossing the distance towards you.

In a struggle against your blush you giggled under your breath and stopped before the tall smiling figure of Charlie Hunnam as he nearly purred out lowly in his natural British accent, “I hear you’re a fan.”

Nodding you replied trying your hardest to ignore his deepening dimples and practically glowing blue eyes as the others gathered behind him, out of habit at the stranger your accent pulled back as you answered. “Yes, one of my favorite shows.”

Deepening his smile he replied, “If you want you can pull out your phone and we can snap a picture. We could even sign something if you like.”

Through your chuckle you reached in your purse as you said, “I don’t do digital pictures for meeting my favorites.” Causing his brow to raise until he chuckled at your Polaroid camera you pulled out, “Bit old fashioned.”

Through his widening smile Charlie shifted as Steve claimed the camera and nudged you closer to the middle of their group as Ron Perlman eased his arm across your shoulders while Charlie’s looped across your lower back as Ron stated, “I knew there was something about you I’d like.”

Giggling softly you felt them all group around you tighter through the brief flash as the camera men stole pictures of their own. When you pulled apart and Charlie claimed the picture from you to sign the small blank journal with the scraped cover you’d bought from the second hand shop, that got passed around through the group then returned to you again. With another grin he asked, “Busy day?”

“We’re off to the house for a cookout.”

Corey bumped his elbow to yours saying, “You’re welcome to join if you like, right off the beach, tons to share.”

His eyes scanned over you as Tomy Flanagen rested his arm on Charlie’s shoulder and said in his thick accent, “No kidding. Live far?”

Shaking your head you replied, “Bout twenty minutes from here.”

After a glance over the group they all nodded and Ron said, “We’ll follow you then.”

Another nudge later you headed back to your vehicles and watched as the actors climbed on their bikes again and followed after you once they’d sent off messages to the female cast members that were going to meet them at the diner to tag along. A long line of cars and bikes filled the long curved driveway and the crowds followed after as you put your purchases away in your room and joined in on the preparations as the cast members looked around the main room and settled on the couches sipping on the drinks you offered as they snacked on the chips the guys poured out. 

Another closing of the front door the second jeep arrived with more supplies and earned pleased nods and smiles from the men as the women that had just arrived filed in claiming the empty spots. With a smile of your own you locked eyes with Katey Segal as she sat between Charlie and Ron giving you a shielded point as she quietly asked, “Isn’t she from the news?”

They both nodded and Ron replied, “Ran into her at the diner. Seems nice.”

Katey, “Don’t see the boyfriend though.” Scanning around the room as she spoke then turned to look at Charlie as he said, “He’s filming in London. Sounded like a good flim. Besides, he’s got a bunch of Hobbit appearances I bet.”

Katey, “Hobbit?”

Charlie nodded, “Plays Thorin, lead dwarf.”

Resting her head against her hand as her arm sat on the back of the couch she shifted to face him saying “You his fan or something?”

Charlie smirked back flashing her the screen of her phone with a link about you and Richard, “Seen him in a few things. Didn’t realize it was him in the Hobbit though.”

Ron leaned over seeing a cropped picture of Richard as Thorin only to give an approving hum as he said, “Hmm, he’d make a nice biker with that look.”

Turning their heads through their chuckles they spotted the first of the burgers being brought inside drawing all of them to the tables to claim the plates set out by your friends. The food brought out pleased hums from the guests as your groups mingled and you ended up across from Charlie, Ron Katey and her husband Kurt. With an upward glance after you finished your burger you tucked in your lower lip claiming the sauce still on it as Katey asked, “Your boyfriend out of town often?”

Through a smirk you sucked the sauce from your thumb and lowered your plate to your lap replying, “If you mean Richard, he’s actually my ex. Seeing someone else, we just got here from his visit to my home in Scotland, he invited me to his. But he got called away for work, so the guys are taking me out to keep me company.”

Charlie raised his brows asking, “He flew you out and then took off?”

You nodded and claimed a fry from your plate to nibble on as Katey said, “I’d have been so pissed.”

Kurt, “How long are you in town for?”

“Supposed to be for the month, but if his work runs long Richard offered me his spare room for a visit till I have to get back home.”

Ron, “Your guy’s alright with you hanging with your ex?”

“We’re friends, if he doesn’t trust me then I’m not the right person for him to be with.”

Charlie smirked at you as Kim Coates walked over and changed the subject allowing you to slip away for one of the mixed alcoholic lemonades and to put together another burger. Glancing up in the empty kitchen you flashed a smile at Charlie as he set his plate beside you and leaned on the counter flashing you a kind smile as he asked, “We didn’t upset you did we?”

Shaking your head you held your smile saying, “Nothing to be upset about.”

Nodding he replied, “Mhmm. I’d be pissed if I got abandoned somewhere, I know my lady would probably kill me if that happened with us. He call you yet at least?”

With a sigh you replied, “No. Not so much as an email.”

“Damn. No wonder you haven’t fought against the stories about you and your ex. You do seem cozy.” Flashing you the snuggling picture from the other day at the airport on his phone.

Chuckling softly you replied, “We, it was a long distance thing, so whenever we were in town together he took me to events. It wasn’t till after I moved back home from New York once we’d split up that we got to know each other better.”

Nodding, he reached in his pocket after forming his burger and asked, “Mind if I smoke, or is an outdoors thing?”

“It’d have to be outdoors.”

With a smile he led you outside with your food and drinks to sit in the outer courtyard, easing into the seat on your right at the tile coated table before you. Moments later a cigarette was fixed between his lips and lit as he raised a fry to say, “Take it your ex still cares for you or he wouldn’t be flirting online.”

Chuckling softly behind the hand covering your mouth as you swallowed and licked your lips you spied the other cast members that smoked coming outside to join you claiming the seats on the benches around you as you said, “They give each other a hard time.”

Looking to your left you glanced at the pack being offered to you and shook your head, taking another sip of your drink as the conversation shifted again through Charlie eyeing you curiously. 

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Looking over again as the plates and cups were added to the sink you smiled at Maggie as she looked at the beach saying, “It’s so beautiful. Anybody else for a swim?”

Looking over the guys around you all glancing at you as Theo Rossi asked, “Mind if we leave our clothes up here?”

Nodding your head you replied, “Not a problem, I think we have enough spare trunks and shirts if you want them.”

A smirking line followed you into the large walk in closet attached to the laundry, one by one they stripped around you as the women claimed the ones you had as well or chose to strip to their underwear as you went upstairs to change and joined your group that once again mingled with them. 

A few hours after the pick up game of soccer your group started and the laps and soaking in the ocean they all trickled out returning home after leaving the used suits in the laundry room sink at your request after changing and giving you kind hugs after making sure to send you the pictures to your twitter account that they had taken of all of you through the visit between a few of them swapping numbers with you. 

Moving into the kitchen you adjusted your loose tank top over your shorts as your still slightly damp hair hung in a tightening braid down your back. Turning the corner you spotted Charlie finishing the last of his glass of water before adding his glass to the sink and drew out his phone asking with a kind smile, “I was wondering if I could get your number. We’ve got a group dinner thing in a couple days, and if you wanted to join in it’d be easier with your number.”

Chuckling weakly you punched it in and passed him his phone back and smiled as he moved to your side and snapped a picture of you both then sent it to you. With another smile as he took a step back he said, “You know, if you wanted to talk about it you have my number now.”

“I really am fine.”

Meeting your eyes with a disbelieving smile he replied, “I’ve watched you all night, you’ve got a nice mask but I can tell he hurt you.”

Exhaling softly you replied, “He wasn’t the first. More of a sting from that. Just another in a long line of bad choices. Thank you though.”

Sighing as he leaned on the counter again his eyes scanned over his face, “We’ll have a couple seats open for you if you want to bring some friends to the dinner. Tons of cameras there, and my girlfriend’s out of town so I’ll have a seat open at my side. Easy enough for a few pictures and the papers to forget about my girlfriend yet again. Nothing major mind, just a few arm across the back, kiss on the cheek maybe, smiles here and there, possibly a dance or two, press’ll eat it up.”

Rolling your eyes through another chuckle you led him back to the door saying, “What is it with you Brits and your competing jabs?”

Chuckling loudly he pulled on his jacket and flipped back his collar saying, “You’re more than worth the fight Dear.” Extending his arms with a chuckle as he caught your slight blush before he drew you in for a brief hug leaving a kiss on the top of your forehead, “Been a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for today. Look forward to seeing you at dinner, can’t wait to see the dress you pick for it to get at him.”

Resting your hand on the side of the door as he passed through he turned to shoot you a wink after you said, “Ride safe.”

“Ta, Dear. I’ll send you the details.” With a sigh you watched him mount his bike, pulling on his shades and helmet before starting it up and sending you a brief wave as he drove off.

Turning around your eyes dropped to your phone as you watched the hearts and comments rack up on Twitter from their fans liking the pictures they’d sent to you stirring up another round of messages from the Hobbit cast.

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Finally at the last round of dishes you put away from the dishwasher you smiled at the guys returning from their restocking trip for your kitchens as Steve finished putting away the last round of swimsuits in the dryer as your phone chimed with an alert on your phone signaling your move to pull on shoes for the drive to the airport in the warm night air. With Steve behind the wheel you made great time and parked, waiting for Aiden after dropping off Corey at his gate, who finally came into view with a growing smile as he curled you in a tight hug, “Sugar Muffin!”

Giggling again you pecked him on the cheek and led him back to the car Corey had left you the keys for, “Come on smooth talker.”

With a chuckle of his own he trailed you and claimed the passenger seat as you climbed into the back, spending nearly the whole ride turned around to get the details of your trip so far before saying, “Alright, so I think a short nap when we get back then, I’m taking you to Disneyland.”

Through a giggle you replied, “Oh really?”

Nodding he smirked wider at you, “Yes. Disneyland tomorrow, then a dinner the following night. I’m going to show you the best platonic dates you could ever dream of.”

“Platonic dates?”

“Yes. You deserve to be shown around properly, and I’m going to dote on you the whole time, just as a date should. But respectfully though, no kisses past the cheek or forehead.”

Through your playfully narrowing eyes and matching smirk you asked, “Are you friendzoning me?”

With a quick nod he chuckled again, “Yes I am.”

Sighing through an eye roll you placed your hand on your chest causing his smile to grow, “Ouch.”

Chuckling again he added, “Besides, I have a suspicion if I didn’t, I’d fall madly for you, and I really don’t think Rich could handle another of us aiming for your heart.”

“Oh it’s terribly easy for people to fall for me, though it’s mostly as I walk away from them.”

Meeting your eyes he caught the flash of pain there as he gently patted your knee, “Not me. You’ll always have a place in my heart and I won’t be like the others you’ve dated. Only the best from me.”

Leaning forward you gently kissed his cheek again causing his smile to grow, “Finally, a champion for my heart.” Chuckling again his chin rested on the seat back as your conversation shifted once again for the remainder of the ride back.

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With an open mouth he entered the mansion and giddily followed you for the brief tour and he and Steve settled at your sides in your room as you switched on the tv there. Relaxing back through the show playing you glanced at your phone pinging with new reports on stories about you under the arm of more than a few members of the cast playing it up that you were making friends on your vacation apart from Richard. 

All keeping your mind from the apparent heartbreak they assumed you to be feeling at the separation, along with a new breaking story of you being named as Aiden’s Sugar Muffin and locked in his tight embrace through your peck on his cheek. Resting against Steve’s shoulder as you drifted off Aiden’s body instinctively curled around your back in his own sleep as Steve took full advantage of the space on your bed he’d been granted.

Happily you woke snuggled in your warm pile that split for them to shower and change as you sat checking your phone and turned, uncurling your legs to swing and settle on the ground for your tear filled walk to your closet after yet another non responsive day from Lee. Wiping your cheeks you reminded yourself that Lee did mention he was out of service sometimes for work, but the unanswered email from you only added to the sting. 

Swiping once again you read through your other messages from the Hobbit cast and replied to Richard’s early morning message, late night for him, before he went off to bed, wishing you what he hoped to be another happy day for you now that he knew that Aiden was at your side to distract you.

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Arm in arm securely in a fresh pair of jeans, your converse and another tank top you snuggled between Steve and Aiden through your day at Disneyland before heading off to the beach at your house once more. 

Waking early the following day to the siren from the security cars taking the cameramen snapping pictures of you curled against Aiden’s side, still in your swimsuits, with his hand planted firmly on your bare thigh laying across his lap and the other dangling from the swaying hammock you’d fallen asleep in waiting for the sunrise. Inhaling deeply you shared sleepy smiles and slipped inside to shower and change before forming another snuggling pile in your room dozing through the shows you let play on the big screen as Steve caught up with his friends allowing you both to rest and relax privately.

A chime from your phone drew you from your place as Aiden’s pillow to the message from Charlie, smirking again, you both went through your bags after primping. He buttoned and tucked in his dress shirt into his dark pants over his dress shoes and brushed his hair back after trimming his beard then headed out into the hall and froze at the tight black sleeveless tight dress reaching your knees with a slit up to your mid thigh and tall black and red heels with a few metal studded accents across the straps secured with a tight red ribbon. Meeting your eyes he chuckled awkwardly as he looked over your sleek eye makeup that made your eyes pop and the bright red lip stain covering your already tempting lips under your sleek smoothed back and loosely curled hair shifted from your springing curls now more towards a sleek 40’s style pinup appearance.

With a nervous look over your outfit you asked, “Too much?”

Shaking his head he let out another awkward chuckle saying , “Not at all. Just enough to knock him over.”

Through your creeping smile and faint blush your arm looped under his as he offered his arm with a proud smile of his own leading you to the car Steve pulled out from the driveway identical to the town cars that would be delivering the other guests. One by one heads turned as Aiden drew excited shrieks from a group of women gathered outside the club as the rest of the SoA cast turned curious at who he was until they spotted a familiar pair of legs flash into sight in the doorway drawing a flurry of flashes as you crossed them partially to cover yourself and rose to your feet accepting Aiden’s hand. 

Through the blinding wall you both stood for a group of pictures with large smiles before moving towards the club. Now at your side Charlie eased his hand gently across your upper back and nearly purred into your ear, “I don’t know what the fuck your Boyfriend was thinking, but after tonight and that outfit, he’s going to regret it.” Firing a wink at you and claiming you for a set of pictures as well, beaming brightly as his hand respectfully eased it’s way a bit lower on your hip after his hushed warning through the last few before raising it again and leading you and Aiden inside.

Squeezed into the booth you both spied the cameras milling through the room drawing Charlie and Aiden to take turns curling their arms around you as you sipped on your single bottle of water in the oddly glowing green glass against the lit candle nearby through the night. Trading turns the cast each claimed a dance with you making sure to lean in just a tad bit closer, catching on to the game Charlie and Aiden were playing with the cameramen, whenever they spoke to you. All through the night you were the main focus of their questions past the show, with all of them asking how you had made it into the party for the new series coming out soon only being answered vaguely with all the men commenting on how wonderful you were and that whoever you were seeing should count themselves impossibly lucky.

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Exiting the club you smiled as Steve and his friend on his Harley were waiting there, having agreed to go for ice cream after with you. Once again Charlie took advantage of not having any other plans and tagged along on his own Harley. Following after and enjoying the dinner and dessert at your side that Steve’s friend enjoyed a couple beers after sliding you his keys. Through the meal you laughed and joked ignoring the cameras outside peering through the windows that grouped around you. And filmed the guys smiling as you eased off your heels and tied on your converse you pulled from your purse and eased a pair of jeans you drew out and wiggled into. 

Pulling them over your skirt before adding the extra flannel shirt Steve’s friend offered you after Steve grabbed your bag and followed you to the waiting Harley that you mounted as you pulled your hair into a low bun before adding the helmet and palmed the keys Steve’s friend passed you earlier. With a chuckle Aiden climbed on behind you enjoying the cushy back seat on the large bike with a grin whispering into your ear, “Never been on the back before, but I’ll ride bitch for you any time Love.” Pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled through your fingers securing the helmet in place as Steve and his friend climbed into the car as Charlie called out, “You ride often?”

You nodded, “Got one just like this at home.” Causing his smile to grow watching as you kick started it after straightening it off the stand and led the way back to your house once again with Charlie and the car shortly behind you with the cameras not far behind them.

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With the sunrise you found yourself back looking out over the water once again propped up at the edge of the steps on the back patio between Aiden and Charlie locked in a competition to see who could catch the most chocolate chips in your mouths left over from your large batch of chocolate chip pancakes you had made for breakfast. 

With large smiles you lounged feeling the sun coating you all until you headed inside to claim a nap, each in your own beds and Charlie snuggly in a set of sweats you loaned him along with your spare bed until you met up again at lunch. Which you shared before he curled you in yet another tight hug, pecking your cheek and left with yet another wave as you returned beck to your bed as Aiden followed and plopped down across your back once again through your next set of naps.

…

Days passed and more and more pictures were claimed of you being shown around town from parks to different clubs and restaurants mingling with your new friends, that soon included Luke who filled in for Aiden at a night out at a club for an event for a movie he was in that would be coming out soon. Happily learning more about you and avoiding the obvious question of what the hell Lee was thinking leaving a gorgeous woman like you alone at all as he took yet another glance at the large amount of men eyeing you in the figure hugging shimmering silver dress you’d chosen at its matching his grey suit.

Most of the night he nearly missed the creeping ache from his cheeks at the massive smile you drew from him and the rest of his table as you tried your damnest to ignore the pain of yet another day without direct word from Lee while press about him and his costars, including the jaw dropping Mike, were out nightly dining and partying together. 

Nights that he returned to his hotel and drunkenly spilled all the details to the obviously budding romance to you without a single word or question of how you were or felt. Staying under Luke’s careful watch until he slipped away to relieve himself making sure to leave you under the watchful eye of one of his female costars until he could return and curl his arm around your back once again to keep the other men away.

..

Once again tucked safely in the car with Steve being driven back to the house you watched the city pass by as once again one of your favorite songs, that seemed to be on loop on the radio all week, played once more.

Swore I was gonna tell em the truth

That was til everybody started asking 'bout you

And I didn’t know what to say

 Came up with some lame excuse

Why you were gone

Said you were gonna come later on

Planted a smile on my face

Like everything was okay

 I was hanging around, walk in the crowd

Everybody singing along to my songs

Taking my shots, throwing them back

Acting like you ain’t gone

 But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone

And I ain’t got nobody

I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

So I guess I’ll be the life

Life of the party

 And then one of your friends

Came up and gave me a hug and asked me how we’ve been

I smiled and said we’re better than we’ve ever been

Well I don’t know why I had to lie

Guess I didn’t wanna tell her that you said goodbye

I couldn’t even look her in the eye

 So I kept on…

Hanging around, walk in the crowd

Everybody singing along to my songs

Taking my shots, throwing them back

Acting like you ain’t gone

 But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone

And I ain’t got nobody

I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

So I guess I’ll be the life

Life of the party

 Everybody thinkin I’m feelin good

Everybody thinkin I’m havin a real good time

Don’t know the truth about you and I

So I’m hanging around, walk in the crowd

Everybody singing along to my songs

Taking my shots, throwing them back

Acting like you ain’t gone

 But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone

And I ain’t got nobody

I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

 So I guess I’ll be the life

Life of the party

Life of the party

Life of the party

 So I guess I’ll be the life

Life of the party

 Swear I was gonna tell em the truth

But I didn’t know what to say

…

As you tears rolled down your cheeks after scrubbing off yet another night’s worth of makeup and curled up in bed you missed the phone echoing through Lee’s empty house leading to a short message bearing the voice of the caller. A sigh was all that was left on the message before the hang up causing the actor drunkenly draped across his bed after yet another night of flirting with the brunette he’d been locked nearly arm in arm with since their meeting up upon arrival. 

A full seven day week had gone by and edged into the start of the tenth before he snapped out of his love struck daze as his tipsy costar flashed him his phone in the club they were at and brought the slideshow of pictures of you out with your new friends leading to his return alone to his hotel room for a nights attempt at getting you to answer his calls.

Somewhere between midnight and sunrise he woke up with a pained groan, hung over in more ways than one, slowly forcing his body, that fought to collapse again to the bed, onto his knees. Twisting slowly he grabbed his ipad and linked with the wifi, hoping that the pictures were just something of a terrible nightmare.

Tapping slowly on the keys the words formed and brought up a flurry of pictures of your eventful vacation so far under the grip of countless men causing his heart to pound furiously. Turning again he claimed his phone only to se the email and text alerts, opening the texts first he mumbled, “What the fuck did I do?”

Each text message, that stopped on the ninth day, and his lack of a signal forcing his body to start to tremble as he read through the numerous links about you and Richard’s so called whirlwind nearly two year long romance as he spotted himself being cropped out of each picture. Opening his emails he spotted the first message on the first day and felt tears rolling down his cheeks at the vast difference between your first message and your last that simply read,

“Perhaps we weren’t exactly thinking the same thing two months ago. Had you mentioned a desire for something casual this could have gone much differently. I wish you and Mike the best in your future together. Your friend, Always, Jaqi.”

A catch in his throat formed as he fought a dry heave as his stomach lurched at the clear breakup note as his brows furrowed at the number on outgoing emails, something he never used his phone for except with you. Unable to hold his stomach any more he raced to the toilet shoving his head inside and staying there until he felt emptier than he had upon having to leave you alone in his home. 

Resting his back against the side of his tub his head rolled back as he let out a quiet sob through his body shaking from his flooding tears before instinctively curling forward resting his pounding forehead against his knees feeling his heart completely tearing in half as the latest in a long string of emails he had sent to you flooded about Mike ran back through his mind and sat open on the slowly dimming screen of his phone laying back on the hotel bed that was surrounded by empty beer and liquor bottles from his long stay. A habit he’d forced himself into, drowning back the urge to race back to the woman he was going to share the news of having so shamelessly fallen for so quickly on his trip back home only to have forced her so impossibly away from him.

Rinsed off and stripping from his alcohol and sweat stained suit from the night before he raced back to his bed trying just one more time to get you on his home phone after the same error message of your phone number not being able to be reached from his phone. A soft click perked up the slumped over giant into a panicked yet hopeful stance as he rapidly fired out, “Jaqi?!”

Through a wry chuckle Lee’s brows furrowed curiously until his Brother’s voice rang out, “No, it’s William, just grabbing your mail. Were you the one leaving all those hang up calls last night?”

Rubbing his throbbing head he eased to his side and said, “William, I need you to get Jaqi on the phone, I know she’s probably avoiding my calls-.”

“Um, What’s her number? I obviously don’t have it. Is there a text or something you want me to send her?”

Exhaling sharply Lee nearly growled out, “William, just put her on the phone, or have her call me when she gets back from her walk or whatever she’s doing!”

Furrowing his brows William fired back, “Lee, I think you got your wires crossed man, she left the day you did. Said she was going to stay with friends.”

His eyes shot open as his empty stomach lurched again through his panicked state, trying to remain calm he fought to keep his grip on the phone now shaking against his ear as he shakily asked, “Did she leave a number, address, anything?”

“Nope, just left. How much was the car you sent, I didn’t even think that new model of Bentley had come out yet.”

Inhaling again Lee rubbed his free hand over his eyes knowing who you’d called for the car, “I didn’t send it, her relatives did most likely. I gotta go, just, if she calls the house or you see her tell her to email me and that the service has been out on my phone since I got here.”

“Sure thing, are you alright?”

“Just, tired, I have to go.” Hanging up quickly he scrolled through his cell phone and dialed your home number mumbling, “Please, anybody, somebody pick up.”

Halfway through the chores and breaking to collect a spare bit of bucket missed earlier that one of the horses had broken earlier after Felienne had sent it flying after yet another day of being trapped inside due to the torrential downpour. Your Cousin tending the animals today walked to your house and slipped inside, making sure to remove his boots before entering before answering the phone. In a clear Scottish accent Lee’s heart picked up at the familiar voice answering, “Pear Residence, Larne speaking.”

Inhaling sharply Lee quickly said, “Larne, thank you for answering, You have Jaqi’s cell phone number correct?”

With a fumble in his pocket he drew out his phone and flipped it open saying, “Yes, just a moment and I’ll give it to you.”

“No, no Larne, my cell phone’s not in service where I’m staying and I hoped you might be able to pass on a message for me.”

With a nod Larne slid the pad and pen always rested beside the phone over before him and replied, “Alright, pad and pen ready.”

Through an anxious smile he passed on a message he hoped would be vague enough for Larne to transfer on without knowing the reason for it, claiming about the service and requesting that you please just meet him for a meal at his house and that he was going to be on the first flight out that day and he would call you when he landed. With another nod Larne promised to pass on the message and hung up after Lee’s fevered thanks before hanging up and showering. 

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Shoving everything in his bag again he picked up as best as he could manage between his furiously brushing his teeth and gargling after yet another race to the toilet once his body somehow managed to find something to throw up. Packed and headed down for the lobby after a lengthy near shouting match with Richard that soon grew into a shouting conference call adding in Aiden as well leaving Lee with the final word that they would not be passing on any message after he’d been able to email you this whole time. 

Nearly growling he furiously pounded out a heartfelt plea to you describing everything that had happened from the three small bottles of whiskey he’d had on the flight over that grew into his foolish nearly constant flood of alcohol to numb his struggle of having to leave you and hoped you would read the email he sent once he gained a signal just outside his door to his room.

Raising his head as he flinched away from the hand that landed on his shoulder Lee’s eyes met Mike’s. The man with whom he’d spent many a night during the filming together with, sharing drinks and slipping through what he thought to be harmless flirting in the worst case until he had read his seemingly love stricken drunken thoughts he had so foolishly sent to you. Biting back his sneer and growl he plainly stated, “Not now Mike.”

Attempting to turn he let out a low grumble as Mike shifted to block his way, “Leaving so soon, what happened to our boat trip to Cabo we talked about last night?”

“I have to go. My Girlfriend’s waiting for me.”

Rolling his eyes Mike’s fingers rose to straighten Lee’s collar spiking an urge to shove the temptress of a man away from him, “And I’ve got a fiancé waiting for me. But doesn’t mean we can’t have a little harmless trip off on our own.”

Through a stern glare Mike’s eyes widened at the shift in the giant before him, “You have a fiancé? You never-, you have a fiancé and you still flirted with me?!”

Stepping back Mike said, “It’s not like you weren’t open to it. I mean you weren’t just on the receiving end of the little brushes and touches between smirks and stolen winks.”

Inhaling sharply Lee looked away then looked back with a fiery glare as he lowly replied, “From the minute I stepped off that Airplane I had a drink in my hand. I’ve been drowning myself because I had to leave her behind, and even before that, each night we spent through movies and parties never once was I sober, and never once did you mention any fiancé!” In a reach to stop Lee, Mike’s hand was brushed away as he sharply growled, “Don’t! Ever again!” Leaving the open mouthed man alone in the empty hallway to return to his room once the shock had left him with the closing of the elevator doors.

Finally in the gate waiting for his flight bars finally popped up and he eagerly dialed your number.

…

Alone on the beach just past sunset your eyes lowered to the phone in your hand after having spent the hour prior reading and rereading Lee’s email. Smiles from the photo curled in Lee’s arms drew another row of tears down your cheeks even against the numb feeling filling you as your finger tapped the green icon and raised the phone to your ear, blankly stating “Hey.”

In an eager tone Lee answered, “Jaqi! You got my messages?”

“Larne called, and I got all of your emails.”

“Jaqi I-..”

Cutting him off you continued in your same blank tone, “My battery’s nearly dead, when are you landing?”

“4 am back in LAX gate _.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Jaqi, I..”

“You’re sorry, I know.” With another tear into his heart your sinking tone and wavering response nearly brought him to tears through his still raging hangover, “I’ll see you then. Bye.”

Before he could say anything you’d hung up he quietly whispered to his blackened screen, “I love you.” Pocketing the device he rubbed his face through another groan as he mumbled, “I am such a damned idiot…” 

Looking around and stood as his section called to be boarded, with another glance at his phone he promptly shut it off, ignoring the growing number of messages about the dinner party his manager was wishing for him to throw in his hotel suite he had just checked out of as soon as he confirmed that everything contractually required of him for appearances for his role were completed. 

Now he simply had to get back to you, just you and only you to fill the next two weeks he hoped to use to win back your trust and quite impossibly your heart. Under his breath he repeated, “Two weeks, I can do this.” 

Handing over his ticket and boarding the plane as you rose to your feet pocketing your fully charged phone and returning back to curl under Aiden, still on your bed where you had slipped out and left him. Clinging to the hope that his message was true and he’d simply missed you due to technical failures and his own drunken stupor had been the cause of your breaking heart.

Pt 14

#Lee Pace x Reader OC #Richard Armitage x Reader OC

[serenagaywaterford]

1) Okay, I'm late (bc rl sucks), but I'm back and I'll gradually address everything. "Also do not feel any pressure to respond to my multiple essays! I understand completely!"The same goes to you, bc I feel like I'm bothering you too much. That being said, I truly enjoy talking to you. Not only you offer fresh/perceptive insights into the characters' minds (which made me a. reconsider scenes and motives, b. wanna rewatch S1 --some scenes you're commenting on are SO fuzzy in my head-- mind you,

2) 2) I’m already rereading the book), but you also provide such hilarious, sarcastic lines (some of them are absolute killers).

3) personalities” I know you have an inkling of who’s who. :D But damn, that ‘lesbianing’ bit had me giggling. Kudos, fellow anon. Since we’re on the subject, I have another question about your fic (if you don’t mind): is it post s2 or s1/s2 canon divergent? b) “Add horrid fangirls to that and it’s a big ass no lol.” Ugh. Fandom smh manages to sour my opinion of characters/ships/series I personally like. Especially when fans start pestering the creators to cater to their whims or harass actors

4) or start ship wars. Double ugh. c) “So, that’s the Mass Effect connection!” Two more similarities: i. Mass Effect’s Miranda Lawson got a lot of fandom hate back then (even though she was a famous character), just like Serena. ii. She has a back-and-forth, bickering (hateful but not THAT complex) relationship with another female character. d) “I have seen Westworld! Well, okay, just the first season. I got too tired/confused to get past the 2nd season premiere.” Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t have

5) assumed. Believe me when I say it’s a good thing you stopped watching when you did. The overall quality of the series remained pretty much the same (e.g. acting, cinematography, direction), but, oh boy, some new plot twists (which I usually like) are SO OVER THE TOP in order to impress (?) the audience. It’s reached a point where some characters are unrecognizable, bc they’re servants to the plot. Maeve has a lot bigger arc in S2 and Newton is thriving (imo, S2!Maeve >> S1!Maeve), but so is

6) Strahovski/Serena. :D e) “don’t go around bitching at people who say shitty things or stuff I don’t agree with, or blocking anybody who doesn’t like her."Ah, another thing we have in common. There were times I’ve been blocked by fandom people (with beautiful edits) that I NEVER interacted with (except for maybe reblogging from each other). That’s not me complaining. Like I said, each to their own.I just find this phenomenon funny at times. Story time. Once, an out of nowhere anon (whose msg I

7) didn’t publish, bc drama is SO not my thing) said they’d block me, bc of an uploaded gifset for a canon pairing (which wasn’t to their taste apparently) that was tagged as #[series]edit (although the ship!portmanteau was right there, too, so that people could easily block it). I remember being like: "Okay. Good for you, anon!” LOL. f) “I dunno if you see spoilers but there’s one about them.) She needs therapy so much more than a cutesy feelgood storyline.” I did NOT actually, but feel free to8) enlighten me.

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I am sort of back! (RL does get in the way of incredibly lengthy essays about fictional TV shows!) NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!! I am just so happy I get to read all these excellent thoughts, analyses, and feelings you have! (and that we clearly share lol, including the sheer amusement of your writing!). I really want to write more at the mo but my hands are doing that weird old lady thing where you can see the veins popping out and it makes me v uncomfortable to look at. Especially since I have little baby hands. I hate it.

Ok, I’m now kneeling on the floor and the computer is on the kitchen island. This is better. I cannot see the top of my hands. 

SO. Where was I? OW. my kneeeessss. This is a bad idea.

I’m so lost. Fic question. right. It’s post-S2. Like… quite post-S2. I didn’t even deal with HOW or WHY June is back in the Waterford’s house tbh cos I can’t be bothered to sort that out. (Thanks, show.) So, it just assumes that for some reason, she’s back. Which, if the BTS pics/video is to be believed, that’s the case anyway. 

Fangirls (and boys ofc) ruin so much for me. Even if I like the same thing initially. Ugh. Then sometimes they’ll annoy me so much that I end up liking the complete opposite of what they like. Dunno why.

No worries about Westworld! It’s a reasonable assumption! Please don’t apologise, my friend. I do agree that Thandie was very good in S1. IIRC, her character was my fav (other than Clementine lol). Yvonne S2 was just next level shit to me. Like, what you’re saying makes me wanna give S2 WW another shot but when shows get overcomplicated, they’re not much fun anymore when I’m like “BUT WHAT IS HAPPENING LOL”. 

>> “There were times I’ve been blocked by fandom people (with beautiful edits) that I NEVER interacted with (except for maybe reblogging from each other)”

EXACT SAME. It was actually in THT fandom most recently lol. Like, I reblogged one of their pretty edits once. Ever. I didn’t even say anything snarky or bitchy or rude in tags. I don’t think I added any commentary at all. Next thing I know? BLOCKED. Never interacted with them in any way whatsoever. (Typical N/J fangirl lol.) It’s the strangest behaviour and it’s that kind of thing that sours me towards sects of fangirls, and sometimes even the characters they like. Maybe that’s just petty but I think it actually just reinforces pre-existing feelings I had towards the character or pairing.) The only blogs I block are ones that are gross, RP, or spam. (RP blogs is a long history of them stealing and spamming and adding awful commentary to my posts way back in the day, so I just… block em. lol.)

>> “they’d block me, bc of an uploaded gifset for a canon pairing (which wasn’t to their taste apparently) that was tagged as #[series]edit (although the ship!portmanteau was right there, too, so that people could easily block it). I remember being like: “Okay. Good for you, anon!” LOL.”

Oh. My… WHAT. There’s a very odd sense of entitlement here that seems so peculiar to me. Like, that’s what the blacklisting feature is for? I’ve put every version of my most despised pairings, characters, etc. and it works? Very rarely does it miss on. I guess we’re just dramaphobic, mature old fandom farts. Like, “Kids, let me sit you down and tell you about this site before you could block things. Before even XKit was invented…” Not to mention every other website ever lol.

HOLY GROSS… I just got up and a centipede fell off me!! WHYYYYYY. THIS IS WHY I DON’T SIT ON THE FLOOR. (we live near the beach/woods so we get lots of bugs no matter how clean we are…) no more painful kneeling for me i guess…

OKAY. Spoilers. It’s not much but other than the June in Martha costume (which was shown in the teaser Superbowl trailer anyway by now)… there were set pics of Emily, Sylvia, Nicole, and Luke all happy and smiling. IIRC. I can’t find the post anymore. So it may not have been in character. But I dunno… it all seems… too easy? Like, I’m glad Emily is safe but omg. She’d better not be all hunky dory “I stabbed a lady and threw her down the stairs, murdered another, and ran a dude over with a stolen car, but now I’m Canada, I’m all healed!” (Not including the heart attack/crotch kicking here cos that was fair play to Emily. She deserved that.) Like, honestly, as much part of me was like YESSSS at all of those, still… that’s grievous bodily harm with intent to kill, flat out murder, and vehicular manslaughter. For Emily to do those things, you don’t do those crimes without being really broken and damaged. And… yeah. That doesn’t magically disappear when you hop over a border.

#spoilers #Anonymous

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TAGGED BY @datbluedog AND @trainsforbrains im pretty sure >__>

Rules: List 10 of your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms.

do i have 10 different fandoms, let’s find out

I’ll tag @fearboss​ @triggerfishie​ @severalbadpunslater​ if you want to do this!!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure  ⇨ Giorno Giovanna

None of you could guess this one right. Giorno’s my fucking son and I love him and he means a lot to me. I have a history for abusive/neglectful families myself and everything about Giorno’s closed off-ness resonates me in a way that hurts a lot but is also extremely cathartic. He’s also broken as fuck and I adore him and anyone who doesn’t like him can come fight me in my inbox. 

(pls dont im super sensitive about this character and i will actually cry)

Hunter x Hunter  ⇨ Illumi Zoldyck

This is a hard toss up between Illumi and Kurapika because I adore them both but I could talk about both of them at length forever maybe I’ll talk about kBoi in another post sometime. Again, like above, I have a penchant for characters in fucked up families and Illumi is like the other side of this. A character that projects his own abuse onto someone he loves because he doesn’t know how else to do it. This is something I’ve struggled with too, not knowing how to engage or sympathize with people because I don’t know how to open up to people??? Also Illumi has the coolest design in HxH in my opinion I loved his fucked up octopus body. He is beautiful and I love him. 

Tales of Series  ⇨ Luke fon Fabre

TAKES A DEEP FUCKING BREATH Luke is the only reason I care about Tales of the Abyss. Well, he and Asch but they’re sort of well. :^) Y’know. Everything about Luke is just... he’s wholly relateable. Everything from his learning and growing character development to the issues he has to face to his inability to know who he truly is until he’s lost so so much I just. I really wish I’d had this character growing up instead of playing it as an adult but maybe he wouldn’t have resonated heh  with me so much. I feel like I would have related to Luke so much as a young teen and I realize why a lot of people like Abyss is probably for the same reasons even if they don’t remember how godawful the overarching.... everything is. Luke’s ability to learn to grow instead of just doing so makes me shiver and choke up sometimes. Learning who you are, not what you are. Being able to cope with being yourself. God. I fucking love Luke. Even his minor traits, like having a hard time focusing and learning, being impatient and having a hard time relating to people. All of him. I love a ton of Tales characters but it’s not hard  to choose. I love you Luke. ;__;

Disgaea  ⇨ Mao

Fuck you. Mao is hilarious and I love him and he’s the only character Vic has voiced well. The whole game is funny and wholesome and perfect and honestly is my favorite despite how much I do love D4. Which is a fuck ton. Mao is just... he’s my type of character, I love atypical protagonists. His design is great, he’s dumb looking and cute. His personality is what gets me though, I adore his relationship with Raspberyl. Just keep slap fighting you two, it’ll work out. 

Persona  ⇨ Minato

I know, Minato is “me”. But he’s the only thing that makes the story work and he’s wonderful. His personality is so much more fleshed out than Yuu’s whose diaglogue options to me are... Instead of being more clear options his are just like Bland, Happier Bland, Mean Bland. I love all of Minato’s dialogue options, paragon or renegade (though if I was writing him I’d go full renegade lmao.) The people that come together to know Minato are all wonderful and it’s hard to pick between them. I probably like Aegis and Elizabeth the second best because muh best girls but. I just can’t pick them over him. Minato made me fucking cry.  Ryouji sucks MJ. 

Metal Gear  ⇨ Liquid Snake 

That’s my boy. My beautiful boy. My big gorgeous boy who I am afraid of. Listen I love Eli so much he’s funny and over the top and stupid. I love daddy issues man. Like every single MGS character is over the top and stupid but Liquid is the over the top stupid big baby. Not even Ocelot is as dumb as him. He’s perfect, he got a dumb tattoo, his best friend is an edgy 1990s matrix character. He’s perfect. That’s all I have to say. 

Pokemon  ⇨ MortIy Listen. Going off of all his iterations, I think Morty is one of the most developed Pokemon characters. He’s never far off from canon in PokeSpe or the anime, and everything sort of compiles together into one whole that I really like. I love the lore behind Ecruteak and Johto as a whole and that’s where it starts I love him. He’s chill and laid back as fuck on top of being able to tell the future and see ghosts and royally fuck up your entire life if he talks about something a little too much. Of course there’s a lot of headcanon here too because he’s a Pokemon character and it’s hard to help that but I really love what he’s built up to be in as little lines as we get. 10/10 would smoke the good good with.  

Fire Emblem  ⇨ Takumi

I’m really typical you shouldn’t be surprised. For about the same reasons as Luke, I adore Takumi. He’s very relateable as a young sibling going through depression and anxiety in times of strife where everyone seems to be advancing but him. He’s tragically sad and I hate to say that I’ve been there. I feel like I know Takumi and that sounds stupid but it’s why I love him so much. The fact he tries to fucking kill himself is like. Shit. The fact that he succeeds in bad end???? Shit fuck. I sort of wanted to put Xander here but I relate to Takumi a lot more. I don’t know why I didn’t think of him first. I love him. 

Star Ocean  ⇨ Ronyx J. Kenny

My. Fucking. Husband. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 I love this dork he is amazing and fun and awkward and I love him. Like, husbando levels of love. I would kiss this man without question. He’s wonderful. I love his personality and the way he handles things. He might say something wrong and be awkward about it but he fixes it and learns from it. He’s understanding and kind and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I want to marry him please I will be Claude’s mom right now. On top of having the hottest voice ever in the PSP version holy shit. That’s my man right there. Right there. Ugh. My fucking husband. I would pick him over Gaius. That’s how much I love this man. 

Blue Exorcist  ⇨ Amaimon

Sometimes I just like a character for them being wholly unhelpful and funny and kind of useless and rude. Amaimon is this. I adore him. I love how he chews on things and gets into everything and annoys his big brother. He’s just good and wholesome fun. He’s my aesthetic down to a T. He’s subservient to his aniiue and acts like a puppy dog and needs a fucking bath. He’s stupid and irreverent and lovely. I want him to pick on Rin forever and then whine to Mephisto about it. Luv that demon. 

#this is long #i had a feel #mentions of child abuse and suicide

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Graps and Claps does Guest Blogs Part 3 - True Grit Wrestling

Hello everyone!  Ben Corrigan here, feeling very honoured to have been invited back to present another guest edition of #GrapsAndClaps.   My last stint as a GUEST GRAP CLAPPER was a few weeks ago when I told you about my trip to 3CW; you can read all about that one (as well as a bit of background on myself) here: https://grapsandclaps.tumblr.com/post/165973966028/graps-and-claps-does-guest-blogs-the-755-show. This return edition will focus on my recent visit to True Grit Wrestling, held at Fibber’s in York last Saturday (21 October 2017).  This was my 59th live wrestling show of 2017, with the big 6-0 coming the following night in Leeds at TIDAL Wrestling (which I’m sure your regular #GrapsAndClaps host Andy will be along to tell you all about shortly).   This one wasn’t really an “away day” for me: it was the local-est of local graps, taking place a mere 10 minute walk from my front door.  Thanks to Storm Brian, however, that brief walk was cold, wet, windy and rather unpleasant, though did give me chance to consider whether “Brian Storm” would be a good wrestler name (I concluded that no, it would not…). The venue itself, Fibbers, is a noted live music spot in York.   I used to come to this building years ago when it was ‘Toffs’ nightclub.  It’s since been ‘Tokyo’ and ‘Tru’, and as of a couple of years ago now plays host Fibbers at the back, York’s Barvarian-styled Bierkeller at the front and a, erm, “gentleman’s club” club upstairs.  While regular readers of this blog will be horrified, the local nature of this show meant that I hadn’t planned on visiting any of the local drinking establishments beforehand.   Given the inclement weather, though, there was no chance of me queuing outside so I popped into the aforementioned Bierkeller to dry out and wet one’s whistle.  In true bierkeller fashion, they offer a variety of German beers served as either pints or steins.  I was tempted by the Warsteiner, but settled on the Lowenbrau at a reasonable £4.40 a pint.  Wunderbar. As for True Grit Wrestling, they originally started running shows in Leeds nightclubs in 2014, then moved to Wakefield for a single event, before stopping altogether when that venue became unavailable.  Those original shows were effectively the “big grown up sister” events to West Yorkshire-based GRAPPLE Wrestling, very strong on in-ring action and featuring many of the top names in northern BritWres.  GRAPPLE itself has been running Fibbers for over a year now, with the shows there recently rebranding under the returning True Grit banner.   As a university city, they’d put effort into marketing the show to students and it paid off, with the biggest crowd I have seen packed into that venue (150, I’d say), mainly young adults treating it as a night out.  It’s an ‘intimate’ setting for wrestling, with the all-standing crowd gathered looking down on the ring, which is set low down in a pit (the ‘dancefloor’).  The room and set-up doesn’t offer great sight lines unless you manage to get to the front of the standing areas (as a gig venue, it’s mainly intended for everyone to see the stage, not low on the floor), so it’s worth getting there a little early if you can.   I was lucky enough to get a decent vantage point (though next to the constant dripping of the leaking roof…), but with the strong attendance on this occasion there were plenty that were struggling to see. Inside waiting for the show to begin, we were treated to a soundtrack of WWE themes both old and current, including Seth Rollins, Sheamus, Kane, AJ Styles (that had people singing along!), Evolution, Los Guerreros, Ember Moon, Sanity and more.  There was chance to go to the bar, which has everything from your usual draft lagers to an impressive selection of bottled real ales and canned craft beers.   I started on the Goose IPA at £4.80 a pint (“One!” “Two!” “GOOSE!”  No.), before later moving onto Becks Vier (£3.90) until it ran out halfway through the show, pushing me onto the Stella Artois (also £3.90). The show itself opened with ring announcer Ricc “Dombrowski” (the name being a spoof on the former 1PW commentator) introducing Danny O’Doherty as the “host” for the show.  He was really good in this role, drinking beer, engaging with the audience, chipping in with comments before each match and leading chants during them.   He set the tone for the show as being a fun night out and encouraged people to get involved.  Good stuff. The first match saw The Evil Within (Sean Only & BA Rose) retain their GRAPPLE Tag Team Championship (or, to quote what is hilariously misspelt on the rather-crap-looking title belts, the “CHAMPIONATOS DE PAREJAS”…) over ‘Amazing’ Matt Myers and Ace Matthews.   The match was good, with Evil Within beating down their opponents and Myers & Matthews making spirited comebacks.  Rose reminds me of a mini Dave Mastiff, not only in the looks department but also with much of his offence (back sentons and cannonballs).  It was Only that scored the fall, though, pinning Ace after a curb stomp. The next match started off as a friendly bout between popular fan favourites the “Bhangra Bad Boy” Amir Jordan and “Hot-Blooded” Dom Black.  Black is pushed as “York’s Own”, and he did have his vocal fan club in the crowd there specifically to see him.  He’s a talented young performer that shows a lot of potential.  All friendliness came to a halt a few minutes later, though, as “Your Naan’s Favourite Wrestler” faked an injury as an opportunity to get a jump on Dom.   From that point on it was a heated brawl, with the entertaining Jordan showing annoyance at the audience’s support of Black.  The pair brawled out into the crowd, and referee Mark Rolls had no choice but to count them both out.  It was at this point that it was revealed that True Grit’s return date would be 20 January 2018, featuring a championship tournament with tonight’s matches acting as qualifiers.  As Black and Jordan were both counted-out, it was announced that both would be in that tournament.   So, the rivalry is to be continued, by the looks of it.  I like that they’re building some rivalries now that they seem to be running here semi-regularly – it always makes the matches more interesting than basic goodie vs. baddie. Next, former Super League player Luke Menzies showed off his power in dominating and beating Olly and Bradley (apologies, I missed their surnames) in a handicap match.  I’ve been incredibly impressed with Menzies on the few times I’ve seen him now; as I mentioned in my last appearance in #GrapsAndClaps he looks to have all the tools and aptitude to be a star in this business.   So this match was basically him just launching these two kids all over the place with ease and it was BRILLIANT.  Luke quickly put them out of their misery with a huge powerslam.  Consider me well and truly aboard the Luke Menzies train. The final match of the first half was billed as a “RI:SE guest match”, where WWE:UK’s MUSCLECAT Saxon Huxley bested Joe Vega with a shoulderbreaker.  RISE runs gritty cool-looking “underground”-type shows in Leeds gig venues, themed around attitude-fuelled brawling and out-of-control action.   They have a show coming up on Saturday 28 October at ‘Temple of Boom’, so that got a heavy plugging here.  I do want to check out a RISE show, as they are pretty local to me and do look very cool and chaotic in a good way, but they always tend to clash with other shows I’m already attending (as is the case with their show next week, as I’ll be in London for wXw that day). Vega was a regular on the north-west scene a number of years ago, but then had a long spell out with injury.  He was good here as the arrogant little prick.  Much of what Musclecat does is basic, but I noticed that he does do those basics very well indeed; he’s a solid and capable wrestler.  Danny O’Doherty spent most of this one leading chants of “JESUS!  JESUS!” over the microphone, based on Saxon’s biblical appearance. After an interval in which drinks were refilled and raffle tickets were bought, Boris Koslov beat The Pop Punk Kid in a colourful and entertaining contest with the air raid crash.  Boris, an alter-ego of longtime British wrestling personality JC Thunder, is no longer the “Russian Nightmare”, but a dancing, drinking friendly Russian party animal.  PPK is billed from Chicago and came out with a box of pizza to match his pepperoni pizza tights.   This match was daft but also loads of fun, with pizza getting thrown around (and out into the crowd) and Boris Cossack dancing and swigging from his vodka bottle to power-up his moves. A number of lounge chairs were brought into the ring next (then taken out… then put back in…), together with a potted plant, for a segment only described as “SPEED DATING WITH COWBOY JOHN PARKER”.   Cowboy John Parker is a manager on GRAPPLE/TGW shows, and wears a cowboy hat and cowboy boots.  Like a cowboy, you see.  He also fancies himself as a bit of a lothario, so this was about bringing out some of the female wrestlers (including Ruby Radley and Evee Black) for him to “woo”.  Instead, he insulted each of them in turn, before Evee smacked him round the head, called the segment “the most degrading thing I’ve ever been involved with in wrestling… and that’s saying something…” and challenged Parker to a match on the next show.   This whole thing was nowhere near as cringeworthy as I thought it could be; a daft bit of throwaway fun. Before the next match, in which THE LION KINGS Seb Strife & Nsereko beat Bison Reid and (a partner whose name I didn’t catch), it was time for that all-important raffle, often the highlight of a British wrestling show.  Starting a theme that would last all weekend, I only went and won the top bloomin’ prize – a family ticket to the 20 January return show.  So there.  The match itself was fine, a good showcase for the Lion Kings and featuring plenty of “RRRAAAAARRRR”ing.  Oh, and Bison Reid is literally the best name for a wrestler. The main event was a rematch from the last True Grit show in Fibbers, in which Martin Kirby had defeated ‘The Grafter’ to relieve him of the GRAPPLE Championship.  This return match was a streetfight, and while neither man “brought their jeans” for the occasion, it did involve an entire bagful of Poundland’s Halloween toys, including a severed hand which made a wonderfully satisfying noise when Kirby used it to chop Graves.  Being a streetfight, it was quite fitting that they went outside Fibbers and FOUGHT, on the STREET.  Most of the audience ran outside to watch, but I stayed inside and waited for it all to calm down…  Sure enough, they fought back to the ring, where they bumped the referee and Kirby hit a Sablebomb on top of a pumpkin for a desperate nearfall.  I am not making this up.  After surviving such devastation, Graves hit Kirby with a spear to win back his belt. And that was that.  Actually, no it wasn’t, because the show closed with a massive brawl between all the guys in the 20 January tournament and more.  Referees & trainees couldn’t separate them, and it was only when the onlooking Big T Justice jumped in to lend a hand that everyone thought “f*ck that” and wisely backed down. And THAT was that.   A fun little show that I really enjoyed, and I’ll likely be back for the 20 January championship tournament show (I did win the raffle, after all).  Good local undergraps.  Some good upcoming talented performers in a good atmosphere. And nothing that could be described as “bad”.  You can find out more about that show and True Grit Wrestling in general on Facebook and at @TrueGriPromote on Twitter.  As for me, you can read more about my adventures at @BritWresAwayDay and maybe one day back in another guest edition of this blog… Until then, keep supporting Andy and #GrapsAndClaps, and I’ll see you out there!