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togrowoldinv · 7 months

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Heroics

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

On Halloween, you and Natasha participate in the fire department’s trick or treat event

Note: More flufftober softness! I love firefighter Nat so much. Enjoy this one!

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You were so excited when Natasha asked you to help with the annual trick or treat at the firehouse. All of the firefighters buy way too much candy and spend way too much time decorating, but all of the local families love the event.

Natasha’s very casual about things, so you had no idea she was as excited as you. But as you get ready in the bathroom, Nat waits anxiously by the door.

“Are you ready yet, babe?” She asks, glancing at her watch.

“Almost,” you say. “We have time Natasha.”

“I know. I just want to be there,” she explains. “I’ll go warm the car up.”

You finish the final touches of your costume. Natasha insisted that you both wear costumes, so you insisted that you would wear a couples costume. She didn’t love the idea, but with some convincing she said yes.

So, you bought the supplies and made homemade superhero costumes. It made sense to make Natasha the hero that she is and to be her partner in crime.

“You look good,” Nat says when you get into the car.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, if you don’t have any world saving to do later maybe we can spend some time alone?” Natasha flirts.

She leans over the center console and kisses you. Her hand rests against your thigh. The tight material of your leggings allows you feel her hand through them.

“The world can wait,” you say when she finally breaks the kiss.

Natasha chuckles and starts to drive. When you arrive, a lot of the firefighters are already there. You see Carol and Steve setting up tables, so you walk to them.

“Nice look, Romanoff,” Carol says.

“And what might you be, Danvers?” Nat asks. She’s wearing her usual work uniform.

“I’m a firefighter,” Carol replies simply.

“Lame,” you say without thinking much of it. And then you realize what you said.

“Damn, Nat you’ve got a harsh one here,” Carol jokes.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t apologize, babe. It is lame,” Natasha says. She takes your hand in hers. “I want better effort next year.”

Carol laughs and you and Nat go to set up your own table. Natasha puts out the decor while you put the candy into bowls. It’s all ready to go when the kids begin to arrive.

Most of them are sweet with their trick or treating, and they are all so cute in their costumes.

Natasha smiles and grabs your arm when she sees a little girl dressed up as a firefighter.

“Hey, look at this! You look amazing, sweetheart,” Natasha tells the girl. She walks around the table and puts candy in her bucket.

“Honey, can you say thank you?” A woman, seemingly her mother, asks her.

The little girl looks up at Natasha and then she suddenly steps forward and hugs her legs.

“Oh,” Natasha says as the girl clings to her.

“I’m sorry,” the woman says. She reaches for the girl, but she doesn’t budge. “She lost her home in a fire last year, but really what she remembers is a firefighter with red hair carrying her out.”

You look to Natasha and see realization covering her face. She remembers most calls she goes on. And she remembers this one.

Nat shifts the little girl against her legs and kneels down to her level.

“I’m Natasha,” she says. “I remember you. What is your name again?”

“Alison,” the girl says. “You saved me.”

“I’m so happy to see you again, Alison. Thank you for coming here,” Nat says.

The girl smiles shyly and Nat stands back up. She grabs a couple of more handfuls of candy and puts them in her bucket.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Nat says, with a wink.

The girl giggles and her mom thanks Natasha as well. The whole interaction has her emotions running wild. It’s not often she actually gets to see people she’s helped again.

The family moves on and for the next couple of hours many children come and go. Natasha is excited for each one, but by the end of the night she’s exhausted. She excuses herself inside. After a few minutes, you go after her.

You find her sitting on the couch and staring into space.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” You ask her. You stand by the door and wait for her to wave you in. She does so quickly and you sit next her on the couch.

“Yeah, I’m actually really good,” Nat says. “Just tired.”

“Seeing that kid again must’ve been crazy,” you say.

“It definitely made me feel like what I do really matters.”

“I’ve been telling you, baby. You’re a superhero,” you say.

Natasha kisses you on the cheek and pulls you close.

“Do you ever think about us having kids?” She asks.

“I do,” you reply. “I think it’s something we could do.”

“Me too,” Nat agrees. She rests her head on your shoulder.

The two of you sit for a while and just exist together. Nothing more needs to be said for now.

All you know is that she finally saw just how huge her impact is today and that you had the best Halloween of your life.

Natasha Romanoff is the treat of a lifetime.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #firefighter!nat #burning red au #togrowoldinv’s flufftober 2023 #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Hob arranges for the Prince of Stories to entertain Robyn's birthday party. It's some form of story telling and magic and kid interactive that all the moms are gaga over.

And honestly, Hob thought the enthusiasm was because the entertainment was good,,,,,for the kiddies. Yeah, ah, nope Story Prince is hot. So hot and his voice is sex -- Hob didn't think much of it when the other single parents RSVP'ed to stay and "help" once he told the story guy was coming, but he gets it now.

Hob hopes that the sex eyes they're making at each other isn't super obvious (because Hob doesn't know if he can fight off that one weekend rugby playing dad or that mom that throws knives), but Hob knows that he and story guy are doing it at some point, like they're still teenagers, behind a shed.

Is it bad form to fuck the kiddie entertainment while the kids are eating cake?!? Hob's asking for a friend.

Ananshdhahama. Listen. Hob is a horny single dad. He hasn't had sex in an inadvisable amount of time. Of course he's going insane about the gorgeous specimen of gothic delight who is currently weaving a tale of dragons for the enraptured children. What he doesn't expect is for the guy to (apparently) be equally insane about him!

They gaze at each other on and off through the story, and Hob is even dragged up by Dream as a "volunteer" to be gently humiliated in front of the children during a magic trick. Hob’s heart is bursting, firstly because Robyn looks SO happy and secondly because Dream’s hand rested on his arse for the entirety of the trick.

They do end up convening behind the shed while Robyn and his friends are busy murdering a party piñata. Hob finds himself crowded against the wood being kissed within an inch of his life. Dream’s hands scrabble under Hob’s nice white shirt, groping all over his chest, and Hob manages to get a grip on Dream’s thighs to just... haul him off the ground. The kissing is unhinged, Dream’s star-lined costume cape ends up lost in the dirt... only the sound of the piñata finally succumbing to death manages to tear them apart.

Dream has never offered to "clean up" after a party in his LIFE. He's not getting paid for that! But the guests have reluctantly departed, little Robyn is all tuckered out (bless him), and Hob looks more delicious than ever. So, once Robyn is put to bed, surrounded by his new toys... Dream will finally get what he wanted when he first set eyes on Hob.

Hob gets rewarded for being a good dad... and birthday cake gets smeared into interesting places. He eats Dream out until his jaw aches, fucks him until neither of them can move any more, lets Dream lick every inch of his thickly furred chest until he's horny enough to let Dream fuck him in return.

And in the morning, Dream tells Robyn a story over a breakfast of pancakes. Everyone starts the new day very happily indeed - except the other parents, who didn't even get a passing glance from Dream!!!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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holodecks-and-hennins · 6 days

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TNG Original Costume Tests: Deanna Troi

I don’t have the actual documentary, just the Trekcore caps, so forgive me if I miss anything, and feel free to add on if you have more info!

Deanna had some great cut hairstyles, as well as some different contacts! Let’s dive in!

I really like this style! I love the little curls around the face. Also, I’m fascinated by that hair clip thing— it’s kinda unclear what it’s made of. If anyone has any info, pipe up! Her lipstick seems to get progressively darker over the first two seasons; it’s pretty close to this in Farpoint, but by Naked Now it’s already darker to go with her blue jumpsuit, and it changes again to even darker when the burgundy jumpsuit arrives in the second season. Contrariwise, her blue eyeshadow is a lot more prominent here than even in Farpoint. Channeling Spock and matching her department colour, I suppose.

I think I like the side view a lot more than the front view— that sparkly accent kind of gets lost in the hair in this view. The curls are still cute though! It’s also clearer in this picture the options for the Betazoid eyes. I didn’t notice it until someone pointed it out on Lon Suder, and now I can’t unsee it: Betazoids tend to have very large, very dark irises. Marina Sirtis’s actual eyes are a lot lighter than either option here.

The next hair option is this sleek bun. I think the decorations here are really pretty from the side, and again, less so from the front. I love the naturalistic design of those gold leafy patterns!

It looks a bit awkward from the front because of where the ends of the hair ornament fall. I think it might be nice if the top ones came over the front a bit more; I think the design would be clearer from all angles that way.

It looks like there’s a cool twisted or braided aspect to the bun, which I wish was easier to see! The side view also shows how far back the eyeshadow goes on this style. I think it looks pretty nice! It's a little closer to the style she gets later in the season, though more pulled back.

And this test is basically what made it on screen at Farpoint. This isn’t my favourite Troi hairstyle; the sparkly braided headband is cute, but maybe a little chunky and I think it has too many colours. I prefer the more defined loose curls she gets later to the loose frizz here.

Including this last picture mainly for the smile! Though you can also see how the eyeshadow was toned down from the other tests.

#star trek #tng #tng costume tests #deanna troi #hairstyles

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wen-kexing-apologist · 7 months

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Who is Mew Anyway?

I realized we are over halfway through Only Friends now, and that I have only talked about Mew once in my write ups. Which…makes sense for me, all things considered, until now he’s kind of been a blah character in my eyes. And I am leaning in to and really appreciating how intentional that is beginning to feel on behalf of Jojo and co.

When you think about it, until literally halfway through the show we have known almost nothing about Mew besides the fact that he is the table keeper for his friends, he is a hotel management student, and he’s a virgin. If you asked me to list any other facts about Mew’s life or his role in life, I would not have been able to answer much of anything.

And that’s because Mew isn’t really anything. Personally, I feel like Mew thinks he has a strong sense of self and the second that something comes along to question that, all those illusions he has of himself start crumbling. When I look at Mew’s character, and I mean start getting in to the nitty gritty of Mew’s character, I don’t think Mew has any idea who he is. Which, for a show about college students is fucking brilliant. I thought I knew who I was in college, and then I graduated and promptly became queer and trans. I thought I knew what career I wanted, and then I ended up going to grad school for something outside of my initial plans. I know @waitmyturtles mentioned something similar about trying on different personalities in college in her Episode 7 Review.

Think about Mew’s apartment, it was his mother’s old place. He took it over after she moved out. He didn’t choose this place, we can’t be certain this is the type of apartment or the location that Mew would actively decide to be in. When he brings Top home the first night they meet, Top comments on the place:

“Your room is nice, it suits you”

To which Mew replies ‘It’s my Mom’s old room. I decorated it using ideas from the internet”

Which says to me that Mew’s own personality, his own interests weren’t even involved in the creation of his own personal space. He decorated it based on inspiration from what other people had done to their own places. And Mew’s apartment fascinates me further, as a color-coder in BL kinda person. Because Mew’s apartment is all over the place in its decoration.

On one wall we have striped wallpaper, in orange hues.

On another we have light blue walls with white and golden patterning. A yellow couch, a blue bookshelf.

In his room he has a wall that is painted a solid green

And I can’t quite get a good image of it, but the opposite wall in his room is painted a dark turquoise with white patterning, which is different from Ray’s house, but still evokes a similar visual point of comparison.

Even Mew himself, when we first meet him is alllllll over the place with his colors. He has lines all over his shirt, with squares of different colors. His second look of the show is a solid light blue shirt over top of a striped shirt with orange, green, yellow.

His bed sheets are similarly stripes with dark gray, green, yellow, and orange.

Which is to say, at the beginning of our time with Mew, it is hard to pin down who he is as a person. He doesn’t have a color, he doesn’t have a pattern, to associate with his character. He fluctuates between rich, saturated colors and light, washed out pastels.

When I think of Mew, I think of all the outfits he’s worn that have a strong green tint to them, but honestly, looking back through his wardrobe, Mew has a broad range of colors he chooses from.

(Now, I recognize that all of this could be because the costuming department does not actually care about color coding, and that the eclectic styling of Mew’s apartment was just how it already was. And that’s fine, but I’m here so I’m gonna overanalyze it.)

All this to say that, Mew’s colors, Mews home, Mew’s pattern choices are all very disparate. All this to say that as a result I am now assuming that Mew does not know who he is, and neither do we. He could go any number of ways. Mew could go orange, yellow, green, blue. He could be complicated (with complex patterns) or straight forward (with solid colors). But none of us know at the beginning of this show quite where he will go.

Truthfully, the only aspect of Mew that I have seen be steadfast throughout the show, is Mew’s moral superiority complex. Everything else is mutable. Mew has throughout most of the show, regarded himself as a good person. He doesn’t drink much, he doesn’t dance much, he doesn’t sleep around at all, and that somehow in his mind, grants Mew the opportunity to talk down to his friends.

He’s not an alcoholic like Ray who he has no problem lecturing in the bathroom about how he is going to be dead by 30, despite knowing that Ray is/was suicidal. He’s not a slut like Boston, who is far too obsessed with Mew’s virginity, etc. etc. etc. Mew fucks with Top, deciding that he is going to wait to have sex with him for awhile. And that is his right, but Mew doesn’t say he’s waiting because he isn’t comfortable with sex. He tells Boston and Cheum that he is waiting to have sex with Top to make sure that Top is serious about their relationship. Because if Top is serious about dating Mew without sex being involved, that means that Mew is worthy of the top tier because he is top tier, and not because he is an easy lay that Top can use for bragging rights (bagging a virgin).

And I would have previously entertained a conversation around whether or not that is true, but unfortunately for any dissenters to my read of Mew, now that Mew has decided to #embracethenasty, there is no convincing me out of my observation that Mew does not know who he is.

Why? Because the second that Mew starts retaliating against Top, the second he decides to ruin Top’s life, to stoop low, to be the lesser person…Mew starts dressing like Ray. I am certainly not the first person to notice this, it has been circulating in multiple different forms across my tumblr page, but.

Gif from @firstmix

Mew doesn’t know who he is, Mew doesn’t know how he fits in to the world now that he has decided to make Top’s life a living hell. I am not convinced Mew is capable of seeing himself as a bad person, because he isn’t a slut or an addict or a cheater. [As an aside here, this is Mew’s thinking, not my own personal beliefs on what makes someone a good or bad person]. So, of course, if he wanted to become a bad person. If he wanted to play at being as toxic and terrible as the people around him, it makes sense Mew would don the wardrobe of his “best friend”, Ray. Ray, who Mew looks down on for being an alcoholic, for not valuing his life. Who Mew has told time and time again to love himself, and to quit drinking and doing drugs, as if that is going to cure Ray’s addiction. And who in under five minutes just took a blowtorch to everyone’s relationships.

Why? Because Mew is so self-righteous that he looks down on others around him. Mew isn’t ready or willing to look at and acknowledge the nasty, flawed parts of himself, so he adorns the nasty, flawed parts of others, to abstract himself from his own behavior. He uses Ray’s clothing, Nick’s methodology, and Boston’s personality to retaliate at the people he feels wronged by.

Mew uses Boston against himself, wielding Boston’s sexual prowess, his willingness to fuck, his Hunter charm to get himself in to Gap’s apartment. He uses Nick’s methodology to steal the video of Boston and lords the knowledge over Boston’s head (like Nick did to Top), and again, he is wearing Ray’s clothing. But while Mew is trying to be a chameleon in his behavior, his appearance, his strategy to get back at Top, Mew’s own flavor of flaw starts becoming ever more clear.

Mew has a superiority complex.

It is absolutely, unbelievable shitty and vile to threaten to out Boston to his father. To treat Boston’s privacy and safety with such disdain. Boston records others and he keeps those images as evidence, so Mew steals Boston’s MO. Mew takes the recording of Boston, looks Boston in the eye, and makes Boston think that he is going to hold on to that for evidence.

Now, right before this, Mew does actually draw a comparison point between himself and Boston.

“You and I have something in common.” he says

“We’re both gullible”

Mew makes Boston beg. And after he has made Boston sweat sufficiently, he throws the flashdrive on the ground. He says: “I’m kidding. No matter how much I hate you, I won’t do it. Because I don’t betray my friend like you did.

“Then I’d be just as filthy as you are.”

While Mew is able to identify a potential flaw of his own, being gullible isn’t a fundamental aspect of Mew’s personality or character, being gullible isn’t who Mew is. It’s a flaw that he is pointing out only because he is still reeling from allowing himself to be fooled by Top and Boston. It’s a flaw that he is point out so that he can weaponize his superiority complex.

In other words: “You and I have something in common, but I am better than you because I don’t betray my friends” As if he didn’t just threaten to publicize Boston’s sex life to his father, the implications of which could have a national impact.

And while it is ultimately unsurprising that Mew channels Ray in doing all of this, it is interesting. Interesting because Mew is using Ray. Mew not only knows that Ray is capable of fucking up his own life, and the lives of the people around him, he also knows that Ray is the least liked by both Boston and Top. Boston’s distaste for Ray is subtle, as his obsession with Top and Mew has been more at the forefront of his interactions with his friends. But we have seen from the very beginning of this show that Boston does nothing to care for Ray. Boston is assigned to take care of Ray and make sure he is safe when he’s been drinking too much. Boston literally never once helps Ray when he’s drunk. Boston sees Ray and Sand crossed, cuddling, and generally having a good time, and Boston goes and airs Ray’s dirty laundry. Ray is the first person to confront Boston about cuckolding Mew.

So wearing clothing that is reminiscent of Ray when Mew goes to Boston’s house to threaten him is a flavorful undertone for how Mew is hoping Boston will see him.

At the points in which Top and Mew interact during the episode, Mew is not dressed like Ray, but he sure as shit does lord Ray over Top just to fuck with him. When Top comes to apologize to Mew, Mew asks Ray to find a new designer, literally asking Ray to replace Top. When Ray helps treat Mew’s injury after the group fight, Mew decides to use Ray as a rebound. To use Ray’s feelings for him as a way to experiment, once again, with the type of person he wants to be and the type of person he wants to be with. We end the episode with Ray and Mew dancing together at the bar, Mew dressed in a very Ray style

Because Mew is trying Ray on for size, trying his fashion, his company, his lifestyle (as we see from the promo for next week) and that is prone to make RayMew crash and burn, because Ray is self-destructive enough as is, and I don’t think Mew is going to do well with treating himself with Ray’s level of self-care.

Mew doesn’t know who he is, Mew doesn’t know what he wants, the only thing Mew knows is that he’s better than everyone around him, and he can only stoop as low as them is by pretending he is them, rather than facing the fact that he's just as terribly human as the rest of the group.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends #raymew #topmew #forcebook #book kasidet #khaotung thanawat #neo trai #force jiratchapong #ofts meta #ofts analysis #only friends analysis #only friends meta

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rhoorl · 2 months

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Working Title | Chapter 21: The End

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Series Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 4.3k

Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 21

Chapter Summary: We conclude our story.

Chapter Warnings: Angst and fluff. This one is pretty tame.

A/N: And just like that, we've reached the final chapter of this story. I'll share more at the end but I just have to say thank you. Thank you for being here and reading along. Dieter and Belle have been with me for the last seven months. When I started, I didn't think I'd write a 21-chapter fic topping nearly 120k words as my first foray into fanfic writing but here we are. I always had a version of this ending planned but actually getting to this point was harder than I thought.

Because of the secrecy surrounding the movie and its casting, you had to surrender your phones at the front desk when you arrived. That was almost three hours ago, three hours where you’ve been effectively off the grid, ushered around to meet with various departments in person and via Zoom.

Meet and greet after meet and greet, trying to retain the names of people who probably quickly forgot yours. Despite feeling like all eyes were scrutinizing your every move, it felt like things were going well. Talking about your craft was where you shined and it was a very welcome distraction. Everyone seemed impressed with your portfolio, several acknowledging the fact that Meredith had nothing but glowing things to say about you and your work.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Indy since she got whisked away for her rounds of screen tests and meetings. Rhys popped into the waiting room to tell you Indy was moving over to costuming for a fitting, which you took as a very positive sign that things were going well for her. Unfortunately, you were still unable to get your phone back. You sat with your fingernails digging into the meat of your thigh to try and stop your leg from bouncing while your mind drifted to Dieter. By this point in the day, he had probably woken up with Liz filling him in on the welcome you received at the airport and the subsequent online chatter.

“Oh hey,” you heard a familiar voice, but couldn’t place it. When you looked up you saw Rob, the photographer from Dieter’s photoshoot who gave you the ick.

“Oh hey,” you responded with a tight smile, reaching for the nearest magazine.

“You’re making quite the splash online,” he waggled his eyebrows, sitting down with his arm resting behind you on the couch.

“Can’t see. Don’t have my phone.” Your lips twitched as you shifted to move away from him.

“Ah…right. Made you lock it up?” He cocked his head to the side as you nodded. “Well, nothing bad. I mean…people are kinda being assholes but you know…it’s the internet.”

“Ha yeah.” You swallowed hard, trying to figure out an excuse to get up and leave.

“Talked with Dee? He must be a mess.”

You furrowed your brows, “why’d you say that?”

“Dee gets really protective about people he ah…cares for…” he gave you a quick up and down. “Must be tearing him up to see people talking shit about you. He doesn’t really do well with that kinda stuff.”

“What do you mean?” You tried to steady your breathing as your heart pounded.

“Well, it’s the reason he doesn’t really “do” relationships…things always end up getting messy with someone like Dee.”

This smarmy asshole was really starting to test your nerves, especially since he was supposed to be a “friend” of Dieter's. Fed up with his innuendos you looked him squarely in the eyes. “If you have something to say, say it.”

He chuckled a bit, seemingly amused by your sudden protective streak. “Look you seem like a nice girl…but Dieter’s past…it may be too mu-”

“Hey!” Rhys stepped in, cutting Rob off and regarding him with a disgusted look. “B, Indy’s all done you can come with me.”

Rhys hadn’t even gotten it all out before you bolted up from the couch, grabbed your bag, and scurried over to him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out while looking back at Rob.

“Sorry about that…that guy’s a real piece of work.” He squeezed your shoulder. “You doin’ ok hon?”

You took a deep breath and wrapped your arm around his waist as you both walked. “I’m ok, this has all been a lot,” you laughed nervously.

“I know. You’re handling it great, sweetheart, he’ll be so proud of you.” He looked down and smiled as he led you into another room.

“You heard from Belle?” Meredith asked as she touched up Dieter’s spiky but soft curls between takes. “Dee?”

Dieter was spaced out, the lack of sleep catching up to him. “Hmm? Oh, ah no. Not yet. But they should be wrapping up, their flight leaves soon,” he checked his phone.

“Well, I’m sure things are going well. If you haven’t heard from them it means they’re still in meetings and didn’t get turned away huh?” She squeezed his shoulder which brought the smallest glimmer of a smile to his tired face. “I like seeing you smile Dee, it’s a good look on you. And you’ve been doing it a lot more on this shoot,” she smoothed the sleeve of his white dress shirt. “You two are just what the other needs.”

Dieter gave a lopsided grin, taking a deep breath to center himself for the next take.

Indy practically tackled you when you walked into her holding room, throwing her arms around you and squeezing you tight. “We got it, B! We did it!”

To say you felt proud would be severely underselling it. All of those nights Indy cried on your shoulder when she didn’t get a part or wasn’t able to cover rent, it all brought you both to this moment. It hadn't quite hit you that you were also getting a tremendous opportunity as well.

“I’m so proud of my girls,” Rhys came over, enveloping you both in a bear hug. Even he was getting misty-eyed seeing your reactions. “Look all of this took a bit longer than planned…which is a good thing, don’t get me wrong! So, we’re gonna have to rush to get back to the airport ok? On the way, though I need you both to focus, we have to make some arrangements to get things in motion before we get on the plane.”

“I cannot wait to tell everyone!” Indy squeaked.

“Ah...look, you can’t say anything yet, ok? The studio is going to announce it in a few hours, so by the time we land you can go crazy and tell everyone but for right now, please don’t say anything?” He looked between you both as you reluctantly nodded in agreement.

“Can we get our phones back?” You asked as Indy rushed to collect her things.

“Yup…yeah, they have them, we’ll grab them. C’mon, we have to go! We’re going to be cutting it close.” Rhys ushered you both quickly out of the room and down the hall.

“Ok and cut! We’ll wrap for lunch. Good work everybody.”

The director barely had the words out before Dieter made a beeline to his trailer, frustrated by his performance. Being in front of the camera, getting to portray a different person, was normally so freeing for him; it gave him a chance to escape his world and tuck into an alternate reality. But this morning, he didn’t want to be another person. He wanted another person. And not hearing from Belle was starting to take its toll on his nerves and it was spilling over into his work. He'd forgotten lines and just couldn't convey his character like he wanted…too much of Dieter was bleeding through the performance.

“Hey Dee, wait up man!” Sam jogged after him, unbuckling the tac vest he donned in the last scene.

Dieter slowed down slightly, looking over his shoulder as Sam caught up to him. “You haven’t heard anything have you?” He motioned down to Sam’s phone with his chin.

“Nah, nothing. But…that’s a good sign though right? I mean…that they’re still in meetings or whatever?”

“Yeah,” the corner of Dieter’s mouth curled up as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but his face dropped when he saw it was Liz. “Hey, Lizzie.”

“Dee, hey. Rhys just texted and said they’re headed back to the airport. Are you around anyone right now?”

“Uh um...” he cleared his throat, “yeah.”

“Ok, well don’t react, but…between us, they got it.”

Dieter stopped in his tracks, feeling his chest contract. “Oh…ah…ok,” he swallowed despite feeling like his throat was suddenly full of cotton balls. “I mean. Good, that’s good. I should probably try and call …um…her…then,” he tried to avoid Sam’s hopeful eyes.

“She probably won’t answer. They’re all on a conference call in the car sorting things out with people there and in Toronto. I know you’ll hear from her though. Give her a moment to process. It’s a big deal for both of them.”

“Yeah ok. I’ll um… I’ll talk to you later Liz. Thanks for the call.” He hung up and walked to his trailer, not bothering to look back at Sam.

Sam hesitated for a moment but decided to jog after Dieter, stopping him just as he got to his trailer. “Is everything ok? Did they not get it?” Sam’s piercing blue eyes searched Dieter’s face.

“You know I can’t tell you,” he shook his head. “We'll find out soon though.” And with that, he walked up the steps and slammed his trailer door shut.

In the confines of his trailer, Dieter let out a shaky breath. Things were starting to get more real now and the girls’ departure was imminent. He knew there were still a ton of details to sort out, especially on a production on the scale of the one they booked. It was a task to try and silence his thoughts and not get ahead of things, but a little voice poked through questioning the radio silence from Belle. He figured she’d at least send him some type of text, even if it was cryptic.

Walking over to the sink, his mind raced through a bunch of scenarios for why she did or didn’t reach out to him yet. He splashed some water on his face, the droplets falling into the sink as he braced himself with both hands and looked at himself in the tiny mirror.

We doing this Bravo?

What lay ahead was not going to be easy — long distance and time zones until he was able to get out to Toronto. And then what? Was renting a house too much? Too bold? Too clingy? He’d always been told he did too much, loved too hard, and it never worked out for him in the end. That little voice was telling him to stop while he was ahead, avoid the inevitable heartbreak. He always did this, retreating or finding a way to silence his feelings.

But in this case, a life where he goes back to LA alone felt empty, unfulfilled. This decision was solidified weeks ago and he didn’t even realize it. He was fully onboard and it wasn’t until she was gone that he realized how much of an impact she’d made. Waking up without her, smelling her shampoo on the pillow, seeing her empty station as Meredith got him ready – she was always there and would continue to be.

He heard his phone buzzing, sighing when he saw Liz’s name on the screen instead of the one he yearned for.

“What?”

“Hello sunshine,” she responded flatly. “Listen, that house you sent over. They want an offer today otherwise it’s going back on the market. What do you want to do?”

Dieter took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.

The drive to the airport was full of phone calls as Rhys sorted out the logistics for getting Indy wrapped up on the show and off to Toronto. You called Meredith and confidentially filled her in on the news so you two could start to plan the transition. Before you knew it, the SUV pulled up to departures.

Once through security, you had to make a mad dash to the plane, still talking to Meredith and now Brianna. During the call, you glanced at your phone to see if you’d gotten a text or call from Dieter. The longer you’d gone without hearing from him the more the anxiety churned in your stomach wondering if he’d heard the news and how he had taken it.

As you boarded the plane, you hung up with Meredith and tried unsuccessfully to call Dieter. It went to voicemail twice. Sighing you sat in your seat, head in your hands as you took a deep breath.

“Hey,” Indy put her arm around your shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, composing yourself before peeking over to her, “I haven’t heard from Dieter.”

Indy’s mouth twitched and she looked down, a telltale sign that she had something to say but was trying to figure out how best to address it.

“What is it? Spit it out.” Your voice barely a whisper.

“It’s just…Sam said that when they wrapped for lunch Dieter got a call and then stormed off to his trailer. No one has been able to talk to him since,” she looked across the row at Rhys who was juggling his phone, laptop, and tablet. “Hey, you know anything about Dieter? I'm assuming Liz is in the loop?”

“Hmm?” Rhys tucked the laptop into the seat back in front of him. “Oh ah…yeah Liz knows, I told her because she’s been lighting my ass up about an update. She said Dieter was losing his mind wanting to know. Apparently, he's been a pretty grumpy asshole on set today.”

You weren’t quite sure how to read Rhys’ tone and you feared the worst.

“Try him again,” Indy nudged your shoulder. “Quick before they yell at us to put our phones away.”

The flight attendants made an announcement but you tried again, getting his voicemail one more time. Frustrated, you decided to fire off a text before turning your phone to airplane mode. You leaned your head against Indy’s shoulder as you both sat quietly for a moment. She eventually reached for her backpack, pulling out her wireless earbuds and handing you one.

You laughed and she furrowed her eyebrows. “Sorry, it’s just that Dee hates these wireless ones. Ugh…” you shook your head. “He’s everywhere. What if we get there and he decides this isn’t worth it anymore? Like let's stop before this gets more serious.” The tears that had been teetering on the brink finally started falling down your cheeks as the stress of the day manifested itself.

“I still have a good feeling…you’ll see,” she hugged you as you softly cried into her shoulder. “Shh… it’s ok. Hey. Wanna watch a movie? I have Jurassic Park on my iPad.” She waggled her eyebrows.

That mention drove you to even more tears, remembering the perfect date Dieter organized for you. It made you miss him even more, craving for another moment to comb your fingers through his curls, to scratch the stubble on his cheeks, to feel his lips on your neck, and his weight on top of you. It was going to be a long flight, but you tried to stay positive.

“Psst, hey, time to wake up,” Indy cooed, rubbing your arm.

Your eyes fluttered open as you tried to place where you were. “How long was I asleep?”

“You zonked out after the chaos theory speech,” she smirked.

“Damn,” you sat up and stretched.

“We should be landing soon, I filled out your ag declaration form by the way.”

“Thanks. Did you sleep?”

“A little, I’m honestly on a bit of a high, it’s been hard to calm down,” she softly chuckled.

“I’m so fucking excited for you. You’re going to kick ass.”

“You know what the best part is? You’re going with me…we get to do this together,” she patted your knee as a flight attendant made one last pass through the cabin.

“Well, he’s out cold isn’t he,” you nodded towards Rhys who was fast asleep with his mouth open.

Indy giggled, “You should have heard him snoring.”

On the descent, you chatted about random things, clear that Indy was trying to keep your spirits up. You reached down to your bag and grabbed your phone, itching for the moment you could turn it back on, hoping you had enough battery left.

“You think we’re going to have people waiting for us at the airport?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Nah, people here are so chill,” Indy chuckled. “Nice thing about the small airport, we’ll be out and to the car in like five minutes…I cannot wait to sleep in my comfy bed tonight. These airplane seats are the worst.”

“Tell me about it,” you rubbed your neck. “You ah…going to be sleeping alone tonight,” you smirked.

“Not if I can help it,” she winked as you both burst into quiet giggles.

You glanced down at your phone, curious what would be waiting for you when you turned it on.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok,” she smiled.

Within a few moments, you saw the island quickly come into view, with the wheels touching down shortly after. You switched on your phone, tapping your fingertips along your thigh as you waited for it to connect to the network.

Notifications started coming through and you held your breath. Texts from Meredith, Brianna, Ari…even Sam came in as the news about Indy’s casting finally hit.

Sam: Hey Doll. Heard the news, congratulations! I’m so happy for you

You smiled at his text, looking over at Indy who was grinning ear to ear with her face buried in her phone.

Once the flurry of notifications calmed down, you sifted through things, clearing out the unimportant stuff. There was one name you hadn’t seen yet. You swallowed hard, trying to nudge that lump in your throat further down to no avail. The little voice you’d pushed into the recesses of your mind was bolder now, telling you that Dieter decided this was all too much. It was inevitable, all too good to be true.

A smaller airport meant less time taxing to your gate and before long you were walking off the plane, carry-on in hand and a phone buzzing with notifications you didn’t want to see. You couldn’t bring yourself to open up your text thread with him, afraid that seeing your message marked as read with no response would push you to your breaking point.

As you walked out of the sliding doors to arrivals you heard Indy gasp. You looked up and stopped in your tracks with a stunned silence. Dieter was standing tall among the crowd, eyes searching wildly at everyone passing by. He didn’t see you which gave you a second to take him in. A slate gray T-shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. His eyes looked tired behind his black-rimmed glasses as he ran a hand through his wild curls before rubbing the back of his neck.

A break in the crowd revealed the rest of him – a smart pair of white shorts with striped crew socks paired with sneakers completed his outfit. But what made the air leave your lungs was the beautiful bouquet he nervously passed between his hands. You’d recognize this arrangement from anywhere - it was the same assortment he had delivered to the makeup trailer when production first started: Birds of Paradise, anthurium, hibiscus, and gardenias.

The butterflies in your stomach felt like they were going to explode out of your body. Suddenly, the stress and anxiety of the last day were gone. Time stopped, everything was still and you couldn’t hear or see anything else but Dieter. Finally, he noticed you, his eyes crinkling as he sported the biggest smile. You could practically see the stress and worry melt away from him.

You didn’t run to him like the long-lost lovers do in the movies, but you certainly walked briskly. He did the same, dodging the wayward oblivious tourists in his path. Soon you felt his strong arms wrap you in a warm embrace and you finally exhaled, like really exhaled, relaxing as you nuzzled into him. Ear pressed to his chest you could feel his heart racing so you squeezed him tight, letting him know it was ok.

You pulled back and looked at his puppy dog eyes, which looked equal parts nervous, scared, and relieved. “Hey.”

“Hey, I…I…these are for you,” he offered the flowers.

“They’re beautiful Dieter. Thank you,” you closed your eyes, savoring the delicious floral aroma of the arrangement.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Dieter studying your face like he was trying to commit you to memory, which made your stomach drop a bit.

“I hadn’t heard from you…I…did you hear the news?” Your voice was shaky, nervous that it had all come to this. He nodded, rubbing up and down your arm. “All of it?”

He smiled, “Yeah, all of it. I…I hadn’t heard from you, and I…” he rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. “Fuck, I…can I kiss you?”

Rather than respond with words, you pushed up onto the balls of your feet, cupping the back of his head and pressing your lips to his. He brought a hand to your waist and gripped you tightly, pulling you flush against his body. A slight moan escaped as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled away to catch your breath, feeling him smile against your forehead. “When you didn't respond to my text, I…”

“Wait, what?” He scrunched his face. “You didn’t text me. I…I just have the missed calls, which I’m sorry I missed I…” he looked down as you grabbed your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “What?”

“It…it never sent, look,” you turned the screen around to show an undelivered message in your text thread, something you would have seen had you looked.

He shook his head, chuckling. “I thought you …”

“Shh…hey,” you smiled, feeling the scratch of his stubble against the pad of your thumb. “You're here now, that's all that matters.”

“I could say the same thing,” he brought you in for another hug. “This last day has sucked without you,” he murmured against your hairline.

“It really has…I missed you.”

“You don’t even know the half of it, baby.” His large hands cupped your face, his thumbs moving back and forth on your cheeks. “I um…I got you something,” he reached into his pocket and your breath caught in your throat as he gave you a little black box.

“W-what? I…” you swallowed hard, confused at the item in his hand.

“If I had more time, I was planning on doing this differently but uh,” he motioned down to the box in your shaky palm. “Open it.”

You swallowed, your heart pounding so hard in your ears you could barely think. As you flipped the lid open you let out a laugh. “What is this?” You pulled out a small piece of paper. As you unfolded it you saw it was a drawing of a key.

“I’m renting a house in Toronto for the next few months and…I ah, I wondered if you may want to stay with me? I just signed the papers a couple of hours ago so I obviously don’t have a key to give you, hell I don’t have a key for myself yet,” he chuckled. “So I…um…I drew this, figured if I couldn’t give you the real thing yet this may be a good substitute,” his face scrunched as he wiped a tear from your cheek. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, placing your hand on top of his and kissing his palm. “Yeah...I never thought I’d cry at a drawing of a key but here we are.”

He swallowed hard, bringing his forehead to yours, rubbing the back of your neck. “Is…is that a yes?”

You nodded, pushing yourself back so you could look him in the eyes. “It’s a fuck yes,” you smirked. Giddy, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so tight. “Wait…how’d you just rent a house with like hours' notice?”

His demeanor shifted a bit, the swagger of the Dieter Bravo shining through as he looked at you, still caressing your cheek. “Well, I’ve been kinda looking around at places, and then today when Liz told me the news. I knew I needed to make a decision. And that decision is you. Us. I can’t be away from you….I don’t want to be away from you and I don’t have to be.”

“I … I can’t believe you did that,” you kissed him, parting your lips and feeling his tongue against yours. It was intoxicating.

“Believe it,” he smiled against your lips. “I’d do anything…everything for you. Always.”

“Ooookay love birds. TSA is gonna kick us out here soon. We’re starting to draw a crowd,” Indy whispered.

You buried your head in Dieter’s chest as you all laughed.

“So, I’ll leave you two then, see you back at the resort,” Indy started to back away with a smirk.

“Actually wait,” Dieter stopped her. “Um…can I ride back with you guys? I…uh…kinda don’t have a ride,” he ruffled his hair.

“How’d you get here?”

“I had Danny drop me off. Can’t draw and drive at the same time…”

You cut him off and kissed him again as Indy giggled at the sight of you two so in love. Eventually, you pulled back and looked at Dieter with a twinkle in your eyes. “C’mon let’s go. We have a movie to watch.”

With a lopsided grin, he grabbed your carry-on and threaded his fingers through your hand as you followed Indy and Rhys to the waiting SUV. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and before you reached the car he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Just so you know, I want to do a lot more than just watch a movie.”

The End.

A/N: Hi, me again. I have a lot of emotions as I post this final chapter. Whether you've been here since the beginning (and dealt with my inconsistent posting in real-time, sorry about that!) or you just found this story and made it through, thank you. Every comment, reblog, like, ask, or DM has truly meant more than you know. I have learned so much over the last seven months writing this and I met so many amazing people I've grown to call friends. 💕

This ending is intentionally left a bit open and it isn't the last you'll see of these two. I'm not exactly sure yet how they'll come back (whether it's through one shots, drabbles, or a *much shorter* series), but this isn't a goodbye forever. I'm planning on doing a behind-the-scenes type post soon to talk through some of the references in the story, show off some of my own Hawaii photos, and talk through plot points from my original outline that never made it in. But until then, thanks for being here and helping me send these two off into the Hawaiian sunset.

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#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo x ofc #pedro pascal character fanfic #completed fic #dieter bravo fic #thank you to everyone who has supported me throughout this #jess' first series complete

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Okay i drafted this in docs when i saw the barbie movie yesterday against my will with my family. The Barbie movie isnt bad for what it is per se (summer hollywood blockbuster) but set it against any higher standards and it falls short in almost every department. There's a lot of incredibly tasteless leftist political jabs about the status quo and a comparison of the smallpox genocide that claimed millions of indigenous lives to Patriarchy (because it's not mainstream feminism if we don't elevate the oppression of women at the expense of other marginalizations). The choreography and costumes were nice but in regards to its messaging i cant find a whole lot to compliment. It amounts to "humans establish gender hierarchies because we dont know to think of any other way society could be arranged :( let's all pinky promise to work towards the eradication of ALL sexism***" which is massively reductive and fails to address a plethora of issues, including the fact that patriarchy as an institution is foundationally violent 🫠

***Ken's whole arc is about him resorting to establishing a superficially patriarchal system in Barbieland because he didn't have any other outlet to claim agency for his own person. The role reversal of Ken, the "man", being an accessory who can't exist outside of Barbie, the "woman", was likely intended to highlight gender inequality in a way that would be easier for regular people to sympathize with. Unfortunately I can't help but disagree with the idea that we cling to male supremacy simply because we lack the insight to seek other methods of liberation

Uhmm anywya. I dont even particuarly care for this cultural bandwagon i just needed to be a hater for a minute. If my opinion matters at all

your hater opinions ALWAYS matter to me :) we love thinking about how movies are ideologically messes here

i was talking to a friend last night abt this, but it sounds like the messaging here is very confused. it tries to make a statement abt sexism, but since there's the aforementioned issue of the writer not understanding that patriarchy is a violently enforced system of power, it comes across as the movie ending up positing that men are just Inherently Susceptible to being patriarchial and women likewise are Inherently Susceptible to being victimized by patriarchy. which is um. BAD!

also wtf is up with that smallpox comment. it sounds fucking evil!!!!!

#narrates #idc if people had fun with it. you will catch me in the theatre taking NOTES!!#gonna ask my sister if she wants to see it with me actually. i prefer to have informed hater opinions

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Kay Sees Regional Cats

I saw my first regional Cats production the other day! It was so exciting to go see a local theater production of Cats. I'll be honest, I don't really pay much mind to the regional production bootlegs of Cats that exist on YouTube. But when I learned a theater only an hour from me was putting on Cats, I knew I had to go, especially since the US tour ended and there's been no news in site of any official production picking up anytime soon.

My expectations were fairly low- I knew going in it was just a small community theater doing the show, and it obviously wasn't going to be anywhere near the official production. That said, the performance was incredible and blew my small expectations totally out of the water. This is going to be a long write-up of all my thoughts on the vocals, dancing, and character interpretations, so thank you for anyone who decides to read my ramblings!

Here's a photo of the set and the cast list.

One thing you may notice is, well, how many cats there are. From my understanding, the performing arts center who put this on combined their theater department and their dancing department. The majority of the cats were played by young dancers who only appeared on stage during the heavy dance numbers. Yes, there were many kids in this show.

In fact, all the vocals were done by and really only by Munkustrap, Tugger, Demeter, Bombalurina, Jemima, Old Deut, Jelly, Jenny, Skimble, Griz, Bustopher and Gus.

Costume wise, the unitards and warmers were the weakest part. Very faded looking unitards with normal winter-wear warmers rather than the standard Cats warmers. The wigs and makeup were all London replica, and a lot of the wigs were so nice. I assume most of them just looked up their characters and did whatever makeup first popped up on Google.

The Munkustrap was incredible, by far the best Munk vocally that I've ever seen. I could not rave enough about him. He did everything perfectly, and I would love to see his performer go on to play him in an actual official production.

Jenny was so fun, and she actually stayed in her Gumbie coat the entire show. She would frequently just nap during numbers.

Demeter slept during Tugger's number and looked annoyed and hissed at him when he tried to interact with her during it. Queen shit, honestly.

Bustopher and Gus were played by two separate performers, which meant Bustopher got to hang on stage the entire time! Also, he had his giant spoon.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer did not sing their song. They were both played by dancers, while Bomb and Munk sang the song in the background. It was an interesting choice, but like I said, I love Munk's vocals, so I was happy to hear more of him.

The Jellicle Ball itself was cut down significantly. There was no pas de deux, and they didn't do the part where Griz shows up halfway through. This was probably my biggest disappointment for the entire show, but I also wasn't all that surprised.

A change that I really loved and would love to see implemented was Old Deut AND Jemima staying to listen to the Memory prelude.

During Moments of Happiness, Old Deut himself reached out and led Jemima up to sing her lines. The Jemima had a BEAUTIFUL voice as well.

Jelly and Gus were SO good. Her voice was perfect for the character, and it was so nice getting to see a performer who wasn't John Anker Bow as Gus. This production did Gus Pekes. Demeter and Tantomile were the lead Peke and Pollicle, which I thought was cute. Also, they added a fun bit where Gus got a hairball when he came out as the Rumpus Cat.

A small detail was that Griz was in the back basically the entire time singing along. Seeing her hiding away, but still singing along with everyone made her character feel even more tragic.

Macavity didn't kidnap Old Deut persay as much as he just led him away with a giant cat toy. It was so silly (in the most positive way possible)

The Macavity number was interesting, and not in a bad way. Demeter and Bomb took turns singing into a microphone and would physically push one another out of the way. As someone who wishes the professional productions would have Demeter and Bomb be Meaner to one another, this really scratched my itch for them to be more catty to one another.

During the Macavity fight, Tanto and Cori were the ones who led Demeter to safety. Ships were the farthest thing from my mind when watching this production, but Demeter and Tantomile were so close in this production. and I just really loved that, and it makes me wanna make them close in my hcs now.

Tugger helped Munk fight Mac!! And it was bad ass!! I loved it. More Tugger fighting please and thank you

I don't really have much to say about Misto. He was played by a younger dancer, and the solo was about what you would expect from a regional production. It was still fun to see, and just sparked so much joy just hearing the song in general.

Griz sang directly to Demeter for a lot of Memory. Her voice was great, no complaints there. I honestly thought they were going to have Demeter be the first to touch her, but that honor was given to Old Deut and Munk instead.

The Ad-Dressing really got me. I already get emotional whenever I hear the song normally, but hearing it live even at just a regional production after so long almost made me break down. The cats all came into the aisles too!!

And that was my experience at regional Cats! All in all, it was so much better than I expected, and I had such a fun time. If there's ever a local theater doing Cats near you, definitely go and check it out. Supporting local theater is important, and who knows, you might be completely blown away by some of the performers you see. I know I was!

#feel free to ask any questions about anything i didnt cover #this was just an overview of things i noticed and really liked but im sure ill remember more #cats the musical

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Only Have Eyes For You (Joseph x Reader) (Request)

Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, Joe fluff.

Request: Okay, so. The reader works on the set of ST and she’s like in the costume department and she has to dress Joseph and a few of the others. They get along vert well and have a lot of fun while dressing him. She has a crush on him but keeps it a secret because she has a lot of doubts and isn’t really happy with herself. And she thinks she will never have a chance with him because he’s so famous and she’s just a costume designer and other girls are way prettier than her. One day she maybe gets hurt but works through her pain because she doesn’t want to cause a scene and Joe notices that something is up which surprises her because why would he pay attention to her? She plays it off and a day later or something she has to go get Joe out of his trailer when he’s with another girl/worker and reader feels hurt (even though she shouldn’t cuz they aren’t anything) so she gets a little cold and keeps her distance. And Joe, being the amazing cute human being he is still very nice and charming which only aggravates her more and she gets self doubts and starts to hate herself for catching feelings for him. Just a bit of angst/self doubt and stuff and then just Joe being cute towards her. Maybe a very romantic kiss, reassurance, and fluff! @theimaginationgotmegood

You never imagined you would have been working on the set of Stranger Things in the costume department. Your main role was the Set Customer and Tailor. You made sure the correct outfit was worn in the correct manner. It was important and imperative that the costumes always fit correctly and were used in the correct sequence as they sometimes filmed scenes out of order. You had brushed shoulders with Joe Keery, Gaten Matarazzo, Natalia Dyer, Finn Wolfhard just to name a few. But your favorite cast member to dress had became Joseph Quinn.

Joseph was from South London and you would have never guessed it hearing him talk as his character, Eddie Munson. Joseph was sweet, funny, outgoing, and handsome. But you’d never dare tell him the last part. If you were being honest, you may have a crush on him. It embarrassed you to even admit it. You all had chemistry when it came to working together on set. You all had a lot to talk about and discuss during his sessions. Even if you all had just a few minutes to do so.

In the beginning, you had no intentions of catching feelings for Joseph. He was an actor, you just a mere costume designer. You knew he could have any girl he wanted. He just radiated confidence and charm. It was hard for you to describe. Every member of the show you dressed was super nice to you and made great conversation with you, but Joseph was just—different. In a good way. He was a breath of fresh air.

One evening though, after the directors had called a wrap on set, Joseph asked you to join him for dinner and asked you where the best food was locally. He admitted he had no clue as he was not from here. You asked him if he was really asking you and he had given you a confused look before confirming he, indeed, did ask you and valued your opinion and company. It had given you butterflies.

It was a different atmosphere with Joseph when you all went to dinner. He was a lot more open, letting loose outside of work. He was really funny—making jokes constantly, almost making you spew soda out of your nose. It was embarrassing but he just snorted, causing you all to laugh harder. You all had began to make this a habit ever since. Not that you were complaining.

Today, you weren’t really feeling up to working, but you had to do your job and plus you really wanted to see Joseph and talk to him. You had burnt your hand really bad last night, making dinner at home. Your hand was sore with some blisters on it, but you had a job to do. You’d make it through one way or another. You had used some over the counter burn cream and hoped it would get you through this work day. You tried to avoid hospitals at all costs. Joseph would be in shortly and you were trying to get everything together.

Your hand was aching but you didn’t have much time to worry about that. You grabbed two ibuprofen and kept going, quickly washing them down with a sip of water. The concentration that engulfed you was quickly broken when you heard the door open, smelling the familiar cologne along with sensing his presence.

“Good morning Y/N.”, you heard Joseph speak.

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “Hey Joe. Wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“I’m a bit early, aren’t I?, he asked as he looked at the clock.

“Yes, but nothing wrong with that.”, you smiled easily as you began to grab his clothes.

You felt his eyes on you as you walked to the rack, sliding each hanger until you found Eddie’s clothes. You hissed easily, moving your hand the wrong way. You could feel him focusing on you.

“Are you okay, love?”

Love. That caused goosebumps on your skin, but you prayed he wouldn’t notice. Your stomach even twisted at his words.

“I’m fine, Joe.”, you breathed easily before picking his hanger off of the rack.

You turned to see him standing there, his doe brown eyes focused on you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded as you handed him Eddie’s clothes. “Yes, Joe. Go get dressed and come out and show me.”

It took you by surprise that Joseph had noticed something was off with you. Honestly, why in the world would he pay attention to you? You were a nobody compared to him. He had kept his eyes on you, even as he turned to go to the dressing room to put Eddie’s clothes on. It made your heart skip a beat if you were being honest. He just made you feel some type of way.

“So how do I look, sweetheart?”, he teased in his American accent as he came out of the dressing room, once again catching your undivided attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was different to hear him talk with his accent without the wig. He smirked, at least knowing he had accomplished the task of brightening your day. Whatever was wrong with you. You walked over to him, admiring his costume but also making sure everything was accurate. You held your clipboard, comparing his outfit to the diagram. At least with your job, it gave you an excuse to look at him.

Even if it was to make sure his outfit was accurate, you wouldn’t be caught stealing glances at him awkwardly. You eyed his Hellfire club shirt, making sure the little snags and holes matched. This was after Eddie had been missing a few days, staying at Reefer Rick’s and his clothes had to be a little dirty and worn. You touched his shirt easily, feeling Joseph’s skin under, giving you goosebumps again. You swallowed hard, trying to shove these thoughts out of your head.

“Looks good, Joe. Everything matches.”

He smiled, satisfied before you removed your hand and scribbled something down on your clipboard. You once again felt his eyes on you.

“Did you burn yourself?”, he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You looked up from your clipboard, shocked he had noticed your hand. It was your right hand, the one you were currently writing with. This had obviously taken you by surprise.

You looked down at your hand. “Uh yeah, but no big deal. The show must go on right?”

He eyed you. “It looks painful, love.”

Love. There that word was again.

“It is—I mean was, but I treated it over the counter. It’s fine. I’m okay, Joe.”, you reassured him.

He finally tried to accept this answer and before you both knew it, it was time for him to move on to make-up. Tonight would be a late night on set. You��d get to leave as soon as you dressed everyone and did your part.

“See you tomorrow?”, he asked.

You nodded. “Tomorrow, Joe.”

He hugged you quickly, catching you off guard. You quickly wrapped arms back around him. He pulled away, smiling before he waved goodbye and was out the door. You stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened. You felt your cheeks burning as you quickly tried to gain your footing. Why was this affecting you so much? You didn’t have much time to focus on this before Joe Keery walked in your trailer, refocusing your attention.

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The alarm clock disturbed you from your slumber as you slammed your hand down on the snooze button almost instantly. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes before stretching. You threw your covers back, a pep in your step knowing Joe was going to be at work and you’d get to see him. You dug through your closet, finally picking an outfit. You did a quick twirl in front of the mirror before running to the bathroom to put your make up on. Taking two stairs at a time, you instantly brewed a quick cup of coffee before heading out the door. You weren’t running late, but you were in a hurry to see Joe if you were being honest with yourself.

You threw open the door to your trailer. Joseph was always the first one to be in. You began to get everything ready. Before you knew it, you had sort of lost track of time. You eyed your phone. Joe was late. This was very unlike him. It was out of character for him. He was always early, very punctual. You gave him a few more minutes. However, he still didn’t show up. You had a schedule to keep and you needed him to be on time.

After a couple more minutes of debating whether or not you should take matters into your own hands, you decided you were going to go to his trailer. You hated to go and impede on his privacy, but your bosses wouldn’t exactly like for you to get behind schedule. You climbed the steps to his trailer, your anxiety beginning to rise. You had never done something like this and you didn’t want to come off rude. What if you ruined your relationship with Joe altogether?

Closing your eyes, you mustered up the courage and gently knocked on his trailer door. No answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you knocked again. Still no answer. You twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked and it was. You slowly turned the door knob, opening the door. Your heart instantly sank as Joseph came into your view.

Were your eyes deceiving you? You blinked, opening them again. He was smiling and laughing with another woman who worked on set. You had seen her around in the make-up department. There was that same smile he had given you, time and time again. Was he just charming with every woman? Your mind instantly wondered back to every time you all had went to dinner. You remember that smile showing up almost every time.

He must have felt your presence. “Oh I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m late.”

He looked down at his watch before giving you a sympathetic smile.

You smiled dryly. “It’s fine, just wanted to make sure you—everything was okay.”

The woman met your glance. She was blonde haired with blue eyes and her make-up was perfect. It seemed she had no flaws. She appeared to be perfect. Why would you even allow yourself to even think for a second that he would be interested in someone like you? Someone as plain as you? You hair wasn’t always perfect. You were sure your make-up had flaws at times.You had to redo your eyeliner twice this morning. You struggled with your imperfections. You had at least a dozen you could think of right off the bat.

The woman whom he was talking to made you instantly feel inferior. She eyed you and you felt like she was also picking out all your imperfections.

“I’ll be in my trailer.”, you said quickly. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”, he said but you had already turned to leave.

You heard the woman laugh before hearing her faintly say, “Sorry to keep you Joe.”

You rolled your eyes as you rushed back to your trailer. You cursed yourself mentally. How could you have even began to allow yourself to catch feelings for him? He was way out of your league. You were sure of that now. You should have known better. Instead of feeling excited to see Joe, you instantly felt dread. Dread was a word you never wanted to associate with him, but you couldn’t help how you were feeling.

He came about ten minutes later and he tried to make conversation with you, but you weren’t interested. The sooner you could forget about your crush on him, the better. You would force yourself to forget about him and the feelings you had for him. Even if it would hurt like hell.

“Want to join me for dinner tonight? My treat.”, Joe asked, trying his best to get you to at least smile at him.

He could sense your coldness towards him. It confused him. Were you mad because he was late? Was he missing something? He wasn’t sure what he had exactly done to make you this way towards him, but he wanted to attempt to fix it.

“I can’t Joe, sorry. I promised my best friend I’d meet her.”, you said coldly, dryness laced in your voice.

He almost looked disappointed, maybe even slightly embarrassed as he nodded. “Right, sorry.”

You finished with his costume and was never so glad to see him walk of your trailer. You crossed your arms, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes. Why were you crying? You had no right to cry about this man. It wasn’t like you all actually had something. He wasn’t yours to cry over. But you had felt like you all had actually had a connection. A connection that was blossoming into something more. However, your brain quickly reminded you that he wouldn’t date a girl like you.

You muddled through the rest of the week, barely speaking to Joe anytime he was in your trailer. He would attempt small conversation with you but you would quickly shoot down his advances. He would compliment your outfit or your hair. Or he would make a joke that was actually funny and you wanted to laugh, but you had to force yourself to barely fake a smile. It made you sick. It made you upset. He was still trying to charm you even though you were making it clear that you could care less. It hurt to behave this way towards him, but you had to put your wall back up with him. The one you had let come down so easily.

Joe came in quickly. “I’m early this time.”, he laughed nervously.

“Yeah.”, was all you said.

He came over to you, sitting down on the couch you were sitting on. You usually took a small break between characters. You didn’t even look up at him.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”, you asked, not looking up from your magazine.

“Can we talk?”, his voice was serious.

You could feel those brown eyes on you, watching you, waiting for a response. You easily closed your magazine. You had worked really hard to build your wall again. You weren’t letting it down with him again. You finally looked at him.

“About?”

Your voice had a slight snip to it.

“Have I done something?”, he asked, concern in his eyes.

“No.”

He nodded. “But you respond like that.”

“You just asked me a question.”, you said easily before picking up the magazine again.

Joseph sighed, feeling frustration rise in his chest. “Look, you’ve been cold and distant towards me since that day you came to my trailer and I was talking to Laura.

Laura? She had a name. That made it even worse for you. You could now associate her face with a name. Joseph and Laura. How nice.

“So what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just sorry I barged in on you and your—”

Your mind was fighting the urge to say girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?”, he finished for you.

You nodded, your heart sinking even further. “Yeah.”

He snorted playfully, laughing.

You glared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. What was so funny? Was it funny that you had cried over him?

He quickly straightened up. “Sorry, she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “No?”

“No, Laura is nice, but she’s not exactly my type.”

You felt that feeling of hope come back. However, your brain was in a fight with your heart.

“So what is your type then?”

Joseph laughed before smirking. “Well, I know this really beautiful girl. She’s very talented. She makes me laugh. Super cute.”

You eyed him. “She’s a lucky girl then.”

“Well, that’s the thing. She doesn’t exactly know I feel this way about her.”, he smiled at you, detailing his dilemma.

You had no idea who he could have been talking about. Maybe one of the actresses in the show he works with, maybe a friend he had known for years, maybe someone new, someone else. You had no clue. All you could think of was how lucky she was.

“Maybe you should tell her.”, you suggested easily, looking down at your hands nervously.

“I don’t know. She’s been giving me the cold shoulder lately. Every time I ask her out, she comes up with some reason she can’t join me.”

You felt your stomach knot up instantly. Was he talking about you? He couldn’t be talking about you. There was no way in this world that Joseph Quinn was talking about you. You felt his eyes still focused on you.

“Maybe she didn’t know you were asking her out on dates.”, you suggested, shrugging.

He laughed playfully. “I honestly thought I was making myself clear.”

“Just come out and tell her how you feel.”, you suggested again.

Joseph nodded and smiled before edging slightly closer to you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Do you think it’ll work?”

“I hope so.”

“Well in that case, Y/N, you seem to have been missing my advances.”, he sounded very eloquent as he reached for your hand.

“Joe, I’m sorry, what?”, you laughed nervously.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before. Would you join me for dinner tonight? As my date, love?”

His voice was as sweet as honey. You were glad you were sitting down or you would have went weak in the knees. He was confident in his words.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He laughed again. “Really.”

“Are you sure?”, you asked.

You were always self-self conscious and even more so now.

“I’ve been sure since I met you. I don’t know why you find it so surprising.”

You eyed your all’s hands. “I don’t know. I know there’s prettier girls out there and you could have any of them, Joe.”

He chuckled. “Not in my eyes. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I could have them but I only want you. I only have eyes for you.”

His words of reassurance sent chills down your spine and caused your stomach to twist. He was leaning closer to you, so close his cologne tickled your nose. His eyes looking into yours was intense. Without thinking, you scooted a little closer to him. You both didn’t have to use words right now. His actions were speaking just fine. His free hand found your cheek, caressing it easily. You bit your lip in response.

He leaned in easily, closing his eyes and your body quickly responded by doing the same. You felt like you were melting when his lips met yours. His hand moved down your cheek easily. His kiss was soft and tender before he broke it, watching you for a response. He could read it on your face that you enjoyed it. You all shared another kiss, this time a little deeper but still as romantic as the first one.

“So, what do you say, love? Maybe we can go back to your place after and get to know each other some more?”, he suggested.

You nodded, smiling so much your cheeks hurt. “I’d love to, Joe.”

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hey <3 heres what i think of every scene that rosenberg has written with rose

disclaimer: most of this is me being very nitpicky. rose was a side character for all of these appearances so obv i understand that its not gonna be perfect characterization. but i rly like talking about rose characterization so this is just me pulling apart her appearances for fun <3

ok lets go

overall

i LOVE the jason & rose dynamic. im not much of a jayrose fan but since its happening im glad that its like this. i love that its so much "rose is excessively horny and jason is giving her nothing" bc its so in character for both of them. shes fucking with him and he does not know how to reciprocate. they r so sillies

HOWEVER. rose would not just hang around him like shes doing. as much as i like that dynamic i feel like he also has to at least sometimes show that hes. you know. interested in having her around. shes just kinda tagging along and i wish there was a reason why she would put up with him never giving her anything, especially since she has a tendency to leave at the first sign of not being wanted

on a completely different note, im a little disappointed that shes wearing her old costume instead of the new one she has in btbatb/kt ravager. i appreciate that shes still drawn like an adult but i rly like her new costume so im sad that she doesnt have it

man who stopped laughing #9

STRONG start. beats up a bunch of cops, then right after she appears she does her stupid flirting thing then immediately says that she doesnt want to associate with the batfamily. queen.

not to mention right before this is my fav failgirl moment where she goes through her whole plan to crash the car and break jason out of prison. then just goes up and knocks on the door

flips the car over then walks up and says "hey its the fire department. open up" and not a single person believes her. i love her

lesbian rose crumbs <3 i still choose to believe shes talking about cass here idc. shes so silly and this was a cute lil panel

so yeah. she was on one page of this issue but that one page was great and i love her

mwsl #10

shes so lame <3 i talked about this moment a lot when this issue first released but i love it. "somebody had all the fun without us" upon finding a body, then realizing someone else was there and just. starts shooting. she doesnt hit anything. she doesnt even know where the other person is.

my big problem here is that she does not carry a gun and pretty much never uses guns. honestly now that im thinking about it this is one of the only times shes ever used a gun on panel (the other times i can think of being: shooting wade off a cliff after her mom died, shooting starfire in n52 outlaws (but new 52 rose barely even counts as rose), and using deathstroke's gun when she was pretending to be him in deathstroke 2016)

shes not anti-gun or anything but it still bothers me just a little that suddenly she has a gun (hence why i fully believe she stole jasons gun <3)

if i want to nitpick, kate should not have been able to hit her. rose should've seen she was coming wayyy before (bc precog) and she wouldnt be knocked down from one hit. i fear we are headed down a path of her becoming jasons incompetent girlfriend but i wont be too dramatic about her getting hit one (1) time

but other than that i thought this was a fun moment of rose getting hit then jason immediately fighting the person that hit her. toxic girlbesties fr

then also her needing to be held back after she gets up so she doesnt start attacking the person thats helping them <3 i love her

mwsl #11

this is a nice issue for her just because in true rose tradition she LOVES to have homoerotic fights with every other female character she interacts with. the kate & rose dynamic was soooo fun i love it when shes mean to people for no reason <3

i did not like this part though. i feel like there are a lot of implications about rose here that are unfair to her character & her place in the dcu. i'll meet the book on its own terms and say that we're only talking about post-52 rose (blah blah everything's canon rn but this book is very clearly not using pre-52 rose lore) but even then? theres no real reason for her to be ducking superheroes or for superheroes to keep an eye on her. shes not a villain or even much of a killer, the fact that shes "staying off the radars" of good guys doesnt make much sense. and the fact that kate knows her and "studies" her (fellas is it gay to study another woman despite never meeting her) implies that rose is like. a threat. shes just kind of around there is no reason kate should know her like that

cute moment! but also it bothers me. i think its fun that she refused to go since its not her fight and she doesnt want to get into a joker mess. HOWEVER. when has she ever in her life passed up an opportunity to get involved in someone elses problem. to me she wouldnt have even delivered the list of addresses without a fight if she wasnt gonna go along

other than her using a gun again (where the hell did she even get that) i like this <3 her showing up and saving manhunter after she said she didnt care what happened is so her. also i just like the fact that she shot joker

gay gay homosexual gay

the rest of this issue is fun <3 just kate & rose fighting together then getting blown up together <3 this was a nice issue for her despite the problems i had with it

gotham war red hood #2

gotham war break!!!

okay first of all i LOVE that he took her along. there was no reason for rose to be here but jason was told to meet someone and said "ok ill go but my weird friend comes with me" its so funny

ive seen a lot of people complain about the "you're my only friend" line but i LOVE it. not necessarily because she doesnt have any friends but because she would not in a million years ADMIT that she has friends. she would rather be shot in the head than say that she actually likes the people that she hangs out with.

but to be fair.... she also doesnt have friends. "what about the lazarus island gang?" the only person she actually liked there and showed any friendship toward was damian, and they ARE friends but she considers him more of a little brother than a friend. "what about the teen titans??" a) she would NEVER admit that she is friends with any of them b) its technically.... not really canon that she was ever on the same team as them. like i said before, im meeting this book on its terms, and rose being a teen titan hasnt been mentioned since flashpoint :( i wont go on a whole tangent about her friends but given that she hasnt really made a friend in years and never talks to anyone else, i think its fair for her to say that she has no friends

so yeah all this to say: she has friends, but it is 100% in character for her to say that she has no friends. i stand by this line

i dont have much to say here i just think shes so cute <3 i also love the fact that jason jumped straight to "rose is robbing a dead person" instead of "rose is inspecting the body"

but im OBSESSED with the fact that she DOES rob him. i feel like we're not talking about this enough. she saw a dead body and took his money. im not even mad about it because its so fucking funny to me

im sorry jay/rose fans this makes me want to vomit. this feels too "earnest emotions" for both of them. the rest of this scene was fine but this panel specifically feels so :/

"i just need help" "always" and "please take care of yourself" and "meet at our spot" "promise?" "i promise" does not feel like them at all. its a very sweet and genuine moment but they would NOT have sweet and genuine moments! neither of them would ever express their feelings and they would not have this conversation

this does not feel like rose at all idk who this is. where is the rage!!!!!! where is the anger!!!!!!! why did she stand there for hours just. worried about him. why isnt she lashing out

comparing this to the scene in tt03 where she's worried about eddie:

she gets angry! shes worried about him and starts yelling at everyone around her because hes hurt and she doesnt know whats happening. i would have LOVED this energy in this book and its sooooo disappointing that she just. stands there like 🥺 when she doesnt know what happened to jason

mwsl #12

i rly liked this part fhdkjfhakjdfd i thought her pretending to be him just to get batman out of the way was so good and so real. shes helping out AND fucking with batman

very minor complaint here but this isnt even true . she DOES try to run into him in ds16 when slade kidnaps damian and rose gives bruce the ransom terms. also i feel like this line is vaguely implying that she HAS found him (/he found her) on accident before which is also not true given that their only interactions are in ds16 and being in the same general area in shadow war. and also reiterating that shes not a villain so batman has no reason to track her down or cause problems for her but. whatever. this is entirely just me jumping to conclusions about what this one throwaway line means and then getting mad about it

LOVE this. she inserted herself into the situation then complains about it. this isnt her business and shes making sure that jason knows it. but also she completely volunteered for most of this

BOOOOOOOO she would not fucking say that. "sorry about that whole chase" no she would not apologize. "please dont kick my ass" she would NOT say that!!!!! first of all given that this is after gotham war she would probably kick his ass just for what he did to jason. even besides that she would not be afraid of him even a little. comparing their convo in ds16 #5 to this is so sad bc </3 why is she afraid of him instead of being a huge bitch and yelling at him

this ending is really good for her though. she absolutely would dive into the water with joker gas, trash, and dead bodies just to save her friend <3

this is more like it!!!!!!!! shes worried for him and takes initiative to save him by jumping in the water despite it being a very dangerous decision and then insults him while she saves his life <3333 its a tiny bit more of her being mean to express worry which is nice <3 its not perfect but its closer

in conclusion: there are many good moments. there are many parts i like about it. but there are just so many things that dont feel like rose </3 most of the broad strokes are there but it just doesnt feel like her when shes not full of rage and going out of her way to piss people off

#yk i actually had some stuff i wanted to get done today. but instead i spent 2 hours putting this together #no regrets i have so much to say all the time #rose wilson #dc

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