#Danny's song and dance queue ; queue

[adreaminmyheart]

Hey @ofteaandmagic (X) Dance with me? I bet you're a natural!

"I think growing up with nature is important. The big city is really cool and all, but it's just not the same as having a bunch of room to run and play. I remember when I was a kid, spending hours just exploring the woods, when I was done with my chores. And at night," A wink.

"Don't tell my folks, but I'd climb on the roof to watch the stars. Gosh, there was no light pollution at all past eight o' clock. On some nights, you could even see the galaxy! You don't get that in the big city, and..."

His ears droop ever so slightly.

"Sometimes I miss it."

Danny shook off the old memories.

"As long as you're sure! But that doesn't mean I can't tip you for great service, does it?"

[nv4dotdll]

reminder because of that thing that's been going on with a bunch of people i don't personally care about but others might, that paraphilic disorders, are as the name implies, mental disorders .and not everyone with a disorder is going to act on whatever urges they have and infringe on the rights of others

those who offend and actively hurt other people are weak and clearly lack the self-control or respect of humanity required to not be a piece of shit. these people probably suck outside of the taboos they have committed and have demonstrated that suckiness elsewhere.

it is a character flaw that is not to be blamed on something out of their control but rather the choices they have made

[adreaminmyheart]

He didn't mind waiting. Even performed just a little bit for some of the locals, though not on purpose. There was a song in his heart, and so long as that be the case, he couldn't stop himself from dancing. He'd just finished the first show of their run here in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he was dancing again! He just couldn't stop himself from music.

"Oh, Princess!"

He couldn't help laughing, as he quickly made his way over to her. Gosh, wasn't she a vision of beauty? The parasol only made her look even more beautiful, like the perfect accessory for her. A wide grin on his face, he waved to all the Toads surrounding her as well. Friendliness was this cat's middle name. He had so much excitement in his heart, he couldn't wait to see Star Haven.

"I was just entertaining some kids over there! Everyone here is so nice, it's a huge change from Hollywood. People there can be so cruel, for no good reason!"

He could get used to a place like this.

"Anyway, I'm ready whenever you are. I've been looking forward to seeing the stars ever since you mentioned it."

He bows to her, all proper.

"Mind if I be your escort?"

A chuckle.

"Even though you'd be leading the way."

"You're kind, Danny. Thank you." She took the star comment with a grace and that smile, before departing. Finding the director was likely the best bet to make sure she didn't miss anyone, but she wanted to tell as many people in person as she could manage.

It's probably a good hour or so for her to refind him while he was sight-seeing nearby. How much of it was just further conversations with his fellow crew to actual searching would be impossible to tell, but outside in the sun, she was holding that parasol. There were also a couple of toads keeping her company, but it seemed like perhaps they were on the job, even if she spoke to them casually.

"Danny!" one hand wave, the other spins that parasol. "Are you still looking around? There's absolutely no rush if so, It's been a minute since I've just walked these particular streets myself." People will see her around toadtown frequently, but she often didnt have opportunity to be a common visitor to other parts of her kingdom. She tried, but it could be hard between her duties and other interruptions sometimes. As such, she was definitely turning a couple of heads on the streets.

[insomniac4000]

Sneak Peak

So this is a sneak peak of a fic I am writing and have discussed before, it does have a couple of sad themes in it around bereavement so I would really love to know people's thoughts before I post it.

“Go on boys get this down you!” Mae shouted over the music before picking up one herself, a sambuca. George joined her in picking up a sambuca both wanting to stay clear of the tequila, they toasted before downing it quickly. There was a scramble for the rest as people tried to get their preferences, some failing and grumbling at what they had been left with. They chatted for a while, Chris took over twenty minutes going to the toilet and back as he had been spotted and started posing for photos, even though she was without her dancing partner for the night Mae was keen to get back out there. George, Arthur Hill and to her surprise Danny agreed to go with her, Arthur didn’t mind dancing, George knew he would get it in the neck from Chris if someone didn’t go with Mae and Danny wanted to check out some of the girls. This left Harry looking after a very drunk and very sleepy Arthur TV who was finding the blonde man’s shoulder very comfortable in that moment.

The dancing spot they had landed in was to the side of the dance floor, this allowed Danny to stand off and watch and would also allow Harry and Arthur to join them if they so wished. It wasn’t too far away from some steps which meant they could easily be seen and Aaron, who was the guy who had pushed in front of the bar queue earlier and touched Mae had his eyes firmly set on her. When his group of friends, three male and one female had caught him up he pointed to the empty space on the dance floor next to Mae and they all made their way. Slowly but surely Aaron shifted closer to Mae dancing as he went, not being put off when she used Arthur as a shield first of all and then George. One of Aaron’s friends, Riley and his girlfriend Casey ended up standing next to Danny as they didn’t know the next song and they were thinking of calling it a night.

“Is that your mate?” Danny asked Riley before taking a sip of his beer, Riley nodded.

“I think he’s got a thing for your mate,” he replied, even though he was shouting as loud as he could Danny could barely hear him over the music.

“Well tell him she’s single, keep pushing it and she’ll be all over it.” Danny shouted back.

“No she fucking won’t be Danny!” A stern voice came through Danny’s other ear, it was Chris who had finally dispersed from the crowd that had been around him. The club was hot but Chris’s face was deep red, he was incredibly pissed off.

“How can you say that? You don’t know her at all!” The smaller man continued.

“It’s been a while I just think she could do with a good shag that’s all,” Danny replied shrugging his shoulders and taking a swig from his beer, not seeing what the big problem was. Chris resisted every single urge in his body to not punch Danny’s lights out.

“I can’t fucking believe you sometimes,” Chris spat out before making his way over to the group. “We’ve been spotted I think it’s time to call it a night,” Chris advised and pointed up to their booth where a crowd had now formed, unfortunately some people who recognised Chris had also recognised Harry and the poor man was trying to wave his hand no with one hand while propping up a very drunk Arthur with the other.

“Aww but I’m having a good time,” Mae whined until the girl Casey spoke up.

“OMG you’re the girl who’s baby died!!!” She screamed, Mae sighed.

“I was having a good time. Okay lets go,” said a now deflating Mae as Chris grabbed her hand and led the group up the stairs with Danny bringing up the rear still not understanding what he had said that was so offensive.

“Arthur can’t find his cloakroom ticket,” Harry said when the group had got to them and started to grab the stuff they did have.

“I’ve got them all in my bag,” Mae explained as she picked up said Chloe Drew from the seat and swung it over her shoulder. As the group made their way out Mae handed a ticket to each of the Arthur’s, Harry and George as well as holding onto the one she had for herself. Chris didn’t bring a coat so he stood to the side while the others went to fetch their belongings.

Chris was adamant that he wanted to see Mae home, George and Arthur Hill floated the idea of Arthur TV staying on their sofa, believing someone needed to keep an eye on him and everyone agreed. Being a big boy and still half sober Harry was fine going back to his flat and Danny ultimately decided to stay so Chris and Mae split an Uber to her place.

“Sorry the night fell a bit flat in the end,” Chris said sadly when they were at Mae’s door and not just the door to the building, he insisted on taking her right to her front door.

“I had an amazing time though, thank you so much for inviting me. Although we always have a good time don’t we? You and I.” Mae smiled before drunkenly stumbling over her feet a little, it wasn’t a lot but it was enough for Chris to try and catch her. “Oops. Wanna stay over? I feel awful you needing to wait for another taxi home and that way if Arthur wants your bed he could have it,” Mae suggested as she fumbled with her keys to open the lock.

“Sounds like a plan. Although if Arthur is sick in my bed I will kill him” Chris slurred as the pair walked into the apartment, Mae laughed.

[the-middle-grounds]

I watched most of Ultimate Spider-Man (almost two years ago at this point) and yet somehow THIS is the only thing I ever saved the photo of when showing funny scenes.

I just wanted them to love each other man. 

Anyway if you have some good White Tiger x Iron Fist specifically with Ava Ayala White Tiger, maybe slide that into my reblogs.

[adreaminmyheart]

"Don't be silly. All passions are equal. Just because you love to sew, doesn't make your passion any less exciting than music."

Maybe she missed a step or two, but he didn't slip up at all, and knew how to catch her when she did. Never having grandparents around himself, he only knew stories about the kinds of things that grandparents did. It always seemed as though grandparents and grandkids had a very special connection.

"I know someday your dreams will come true."

No 'I hope', an 'I know'. Danny had a tendency to bring out the best in others, just by his personality alone. He spoke softly. He gave her a little twirl, before their dance came to an end. Then he puts his hands on his hips.

"You're a better dancer than you give yourself credit for!"

While not a fashionista himself, Danny certainly did like looking nice, and that meant wearing nice clothes. Not for publicity alone, he legitimately enjoyed picking out a nice outfit for the day ahead. What bowtie he was going to wear. A green vest? Maybe a black suit? So many possibilities!

"I don't know anything about sewing, but I'd love to see your work someday!"

It took Andy a couple of times before she began to slowly follow Danny's lead. Gently placing an arm around his shoulder, giving him a soft smile as their feet began to glide across the ground. Though she did miss a step or two, Andy thought this was pretty fun as she listened to Danny's story. She had always known from watching his films how much he loved to sing and dance.

"My passion? W-well, it's not as exciting as your passion. But...I love to sew. My grandma taught me when I was in middle school. It became our special way to bond. Listening to music while we worked on our embroidery. I loved it so much, I wanted to create my own clothing line in her memory."

[lieutenantbiscute]

Shell Shocked AU head-canons/Ideas

• Danny was the smallest when he and his brothers were found. He couldn’t really maintain a proper body temp so Mona and Raph always kept him close and carried him a lot.

• Little Mikey often times tended to wander around the lair alone. Scared the shit out of Uncle Donnie when he found him in his lab one night.

• Leon is a VERY hyper active kid. Boy is bouncing off of walls type and yelling or talking loud when overly excited. Uncle Mikey suggested that he might have ADHD like himself and often times helps mediate and teach Leon to better maintain his excited outbursts. They still happen though and Raph and Mona just love seeing the kid jump around in excitement.

• Ralphie, despite his size, is the most closed off when it comes to talking personal emotions. He doesn’t look it, especially around family since he’s such a helpful kid and always thinking of others, but he keeps a lot of personal stuff to himself.

• All the boys called Chompy ‘chomp-chomp’ while growing up and they haven’t outgrown calling him that, even at 16 years!

• Chompy is the only pet/animal that Ralphie can seem to bond with. Chompy has been there since Ralphie could sit on his back, now the teen is big enough and strong enough to pick up the alien turtle on his own like a big happy dog.

• Little Mikey often times spends meditation sessions with Sensei, Uncle Leo. It all started one afternoon in the lair when the little man walked in on one of Leo’s sessions. Leo hadn’t noticed at the time, so imagine his shock when hours later he comes out of it to a sleeping box turtle next to him. Surrounded by crayons and messy drawings.

• Danny actually developed an early code for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. When he was tinkering with his Uncle Donnie as the older turtle was fixing up MetalHead. He wanted a robot companion of his own so that ‘hatched’ into him writing early code!

• Despite how sweet Little Mikey is he takes after his dad Raph in attitude. He’s quick to temper sometimes if you press the wrong buttons. Absolute menace.

• Ralphie on the other hand doesn’t like his angry side. He often times keeps it bottled up, which from Raph’s perspective can only make things worse. Little Mikey has the outlet of art and meditation to help combat his sharp tongue. Ralphie hasn’t really developed any safe ourself yet.

• Leon was the one to actually get he and his brothers involved in watching Lou Jitsu films. They turn into comfort films once the teens get over. The whole lair with filled with the toddlers constantly using ‘Hot Soup!!’ As a comeback for everything.

• Leon, when not around his siblings, can be found often times hanging out with Uncle Mikey. He loves spending time around the older turtle when mom and dad are busy. He especially love when his uncle is playing video games.

• Ralphie holds his tail like Mona does. A snapping turtle really shouldn’t have their own tail posed in an upwards curl or curled in general, but once Mona noticed the use of his tail she offered to help her son train is to be a personal weapon.

• Danny was the one to first ‘meet’ a girl by the name of April. He was still young when he found the penpal letter that washed into the sewers one night and he decided to be the one to reply back! He thought it was his Auntie Aprils letter so he gave it to her when she came to visit the next day. O’Neil herself decided to send the letter back to its original sender unaware that Danny had written a reply!

• Little April wasn’t aware that the letter hadn’t been sent right so she when she read the reply letter she wrote back, queue a fun back and forth of Danny learning about the topside for a few years.

• Danny and Leon are both musical freaks. Queue any ABBA song and the two immediately start dancing, Michael as well.

• the boys formally meet April on Halloween, under the guise that they’re all wearing odd turtle costumes. April herself has been keeping tabs on odd mutant/Yokai sightings so she’s actually pretty stoked when the truth gets revealed later on!

[indigostreaking]

headcanon request if you’re still doing them:

i would love to see the guys reaction at a bar or something where a rap song comes on and you know every word by heart and they never even knew you listened to rap

😂 I love this so much!

Warning: Danny, y/n, and Sammy are in a throuple. It’s the very last blurb, so if you don’t wanna read it, stop after Jake’s ���

Josh:

Sam and Danny had made their way to the dart boards, and despite begging you and josh to join, you had both declined. Instead opting to whisper into each other’s ears over drinks. You glanced towards the bar and noted Jake flirting with the cute bartender, shaking your head in amusement. “Your twin is trouble,” you said to Josh before taking a sip of your fruity mixed drink.

“He’s not the only one,” he crooned back with a saucy eyebrow wiggle and smirk. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.

“Oh hush,” you reprimanded playfully. “I’m gonna go pick a song. Any requests?” You asked with a sly smile. You had this thing where you tried to embarrass him by playing their music every time you found it on the jukebox, which was happening more and more frequently nowadays.

“Just pick something good, bug,” he replied quickly as you stood from your seat.

“You know me, love. If I have anything, it’s excellent taste,” you had to shout your response over the ruckus of the boys playing darts. You grinned to yourself as you turned and made your way to the electronic jukebox in the corner. You cycled through the songs, debating on picking Highway Tune just to spite Josh and his growing resentment for it. Instead, you settled on one of your personal favorites, even if you just wanted to see how he’d react still. You still had a credit left, so you picked a song to ruffle Sam’s feathers and went back to your seat. You had to bite back your smile as you held on to your little secret, the anticipation nearly killing you as you watched the queued songs dwindle. You took a deep breath, and Dance (A$$) by Big Sean started to play over the speakers. You began singing along animatedly, scooting closer to Josh and teasing him by directing every word to him. His face lit up as his smile grew. He danced along, shaking his ass and hyping you up while giggling loudly.

As the song came to an end, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek sweetly before whispering, “You are so fucking amazing.” You caught his lips with yours, squeezing as you hugged him back. The opening riff to Highway Tune began to play, and you smiled into the kiss, pulling away to hide your laughter. “And I’ll always be amazed at how much of an ass you are,” he joked before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Jake:

“Not so fast, Jakey poo,” you said as you took his phone from him before he could pick a song. “Eyes on the road, passenger picks the music,” you added with a smile and a gentle squeeze of his thigh.

“Should I be scared?” He smirked at you and turned back to the road. You loosed a sigh and bit back your laughter.

“Only if you’re scared of good music,” you teased as you scrolled through his Spotify, searching for the perfect driving song. He reached across and placed his hand on your thigh, running his thumb along your bare skin absentmindedly. You grinned when you found your favorite Doja Cat song, selecting it before sitting his phone back down. The music began, and you watched the confusion unfold on Jake’s face when Freak began to play. When the lyrics kicked in, you sang along, loudly. He raised an eyebrow and turned to see you dancing and singing along. “Daddy, the grand master. Daddy I want it faster,” you made eye contact as you sang, and you noted the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard.

“Well aren’t you full of surprises?” He mused, running his hand higher up your thigh as he marveled at you. You offered him a wink and couldn’t help but smile as his cheeks flushed a bright red.

Danny & Sam:

“Watch this,” Danny said with a sly smile as he sneakily added a song to the queue of the party playlist. The two of you watched Sam’s face contort through stages of confusion then irrational anger as the next song came on. Without hesitation, you bounced in to action, singing all the words with surprising accuracy. Danny had picked Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B specifically to annoy Sam, and it always made you giggle when they picked on each other for your entertainment. The three of you had never had a ‘normal’ relationship, but you always had fun, whether that was at home alone or out and around others. You stepped closer to Danny, dancing as close as you could manage, both of you moving your bodies to the music. “He’s coming this way,” Danny whispered into the shell of your ear causing your face to burn.

Sam stepped up behind you, placing a hand on your hip and pressing his front against your back. He was warm and his grip was strong. “Something wrong, Sammy?” Danny purred as he placed a hand on your other hip. Sandwiched between the two of them was your favorite place to be, and you couldn’t contain the giggles bubbling out of you. You wiggled to the music, purposefully grinding your ass on Sam until he leaned in and swept the hair off the back of your neck before placing a warm kiss to your nape.

“You guys suck, you know I hate this shit,” he whispered loud enough for you and Danny both to hear.

“That’s kinda the point, babe,” you replied in a sassy tone that made Danny smile. Sam landed a swift smack on the round of your ass causing you to hiss.

“I’ll let you make it up to me later,” he replied before kissing your cheek gently and brushing a loose curl from Danny’s face. “I’m gonna go shmooze, love you,” he winked as he walked away, leaving you and Danny grinning like always.

[falling-solar-system]

I needed to pee? // Danny Wagner

Authors note: Hi lovelies, this is my first time writing for Danny. So if you guys have any feedback good or bad I would greatly appreciate it.

Summary: when you and Danny met

Warnings: Some cursing. Rude security guards. Harassment. A little bit of mean Josh.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x FemReader

Genre:Fluff with some angst

Word count: 1.5k

Date posted: April 22, 2022

“Come on y/n, we’re gonna be late!” Alex shouts from the living room. Finally finding your favorite pair of boots, you quickly put them on, you head towards your living room. “I'm coming, I’m coming. Cool your jets, we have 30 minutes before the show starts and the walk there is only 5 minutes,” you laughed, as you followed Alex out the door. “Babe, come on, this is Greta Van Fleet here, we gotta get merch, find our seats and get drinks!” With that Alex launches into a full-blown one-sided conversation about how you need to learn proper concert etiquette.

The cool breeze of April made the walk pleasant enough to enjoy the time it took to walk to the venue. Alex and you stood in the queue and talked about what songs you were excited to see performed live. As you guys waited, you chatted with a few people in line, all of them excited to see the guys play as well. You and Alex were lucky enough to score two tickets close to the pit. The Dreams in Gold tour would be the first concert you guys saw together since the pandemic.

As the line moved along and you made it into the building you could hear the chatter of everyone else in the venue. “I'm both nervous and excited,” you tell Alex, as you couldn’t help but feel both the excitement and nervousness bubble in your stomach.” Me too. This is going to be great, I can’t wait to see Jake in all his glory.” Alex sighs, putting a hand over her heart. “ I can’t wait to see Danny,” you smile, joining Alex as you guys lean against each other swooning over your crushes. It’s another 10 minutes of waiting in line before you guys make it through the checkpoint and show security your tickets.

Once you and Alex got through you first went to buy a few items from the merch tables they had. You both were able to get a t-shirt and a cute little keychain. Thankfully Alex had brought a small clear backpack, so you guys put everything in there and went to get drinks before finding your seats. Getting two bottles of water and some candy to snack on while you guys watched the concert, you guys went to look for your seats. “Can you believe we’re finally going to see Greta Van Fleet in concert,” doing a little dance and a little happy scream, you and Alex couldn't contain your excitement.

It’s a little past an hour into the opening act and half a liter of water later that you ask Alex if they need to use the bathroom. “No I’m good, but can you get me some more candy, please,” she asks, handing you her card, “yeah, what kind?” You ask leaning even closer as the band performing picks up in volume. “ Surprise me!” She yells, laughing, you tell her you’ll be back in a few minutes. As you made your way through the mostly empty hallways, you seemed to have taken a wrong turn halfway down. Groaning in frustration when you go through another set of doors and still don’t see a restroom sign anywhere in sight, you continue.

At some points, you could hear the music and the crowd pick up in volume with each door and hallway you passed. Another two minutes and you finally see the sign for a restroom come into sight, with a sigh of relief you carry on the last few feet. When the door suddenly opens and out walks Danny Wagner. A little shocked and confused, you halt your steps and just stand there. I mean come on it’s Danny ( A total Babe) Wagner! That’s when he chooses to look up, which makes you feel like a deer caught in headlights. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here?” He says confused and a little apprehensive, not knowing if you’re a fan and how you’ll react to him being there.

A little at a loss for words, you blush as you manage to get out, “ I was looking for the restroom.” You even managed to point out the sign that read restroom, as if he didn’t just come from there. Chuckling a little he nods his head, “ ah right the bathroom, sure you did.” Blushing even harder, you shake your head, “ scouts honor I promise, I just need to pee, but I guess I went too far and there wasn’t anyone around to ask for help. I’m sorry I’m just gonna go find another bathroom. So, umm thanks, your hair looks amazing, and you know enjoy the show.” And there goes any chance you had with him, you think as you turn on your heels ready to book it out of there and go die of embarrassment.

“Hey wait!” You can’t help but wince a little, you just embarrassed yourself in front of Danny and know he’s actively trying to talk to you. Turning around you look at him in all his gorgeous gorgeous glory, long wavy hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a cute smile that could melt you on the spot. “You there?” snapping out of your little daydream of him. You look at him a little confused, “sorry, what did you say?” “ I said you can just use this restroom,” he laughs a little and then adds. “If you want, no pressure.” Now it’s his turn to have a light dusting of a rose tint to his cheeks.

Right as you go to tell him you're fine, Josh comes jogging in to let Danny know they’re on in 30. Although as he sees Danny talking to you, he assumes you snuck backstage to see them. Frowning Josh yells for security, while also addressing you, “Hey you can’t be back here.” Having someone sneak in a few shows back, Josh and the guys made sure there was more security. They didn’t want some crazed person trying to harass them again like last time.” Hey man, it’s fine, she was just looking for the restroom.” Danny tells Josh, wanting to defuse the situation before it escalates. “Yeah sure she did, Sammy almost had his arm broken by a so-called fan that got backstage. No fans,” Josh says as he points at you on the last part.

Being star-struck by seeing, and being near two members of your favorite band, it takes you a second too long to register that Josh has called for security. “ It's fine I’m leaving, I didn't mean to start anything like Danny said I just need to use the restroom.” Knowing it wasn’t anything against you, you knew Josh is just worried about his friend and brothers, as you go to turn, you hear. “Alright kid, let’s go.” A voice from behind you says as another security guard comes towards you and Danny. Still thrown off and confused you back away from them, panicking a little you go to step away from, not wanting them to touch you again. “Hey don’t touch me, I’m going” apparently one of the guards didn’t like how slow you were moving and gave you a shove.

“keep walking kid we don’t have all day,” “hey, what the fuck is your problem I’m going. Don’t put your hands on me!” You yell moving away from the guard, getting upset that they were being rude to you. “Woah hey, that wasn’t necessary, she’s complying.” At this point, Danny is standing next to you again. “We’re doing our job by keeping crazed fans away.” The guards’ tell Danny, as his friend grabs your arm to drag you with them. “ Hey let go of her,” Danny steps in, pulling the guard's arm off yours. “Sir let us do our job, we’re here to make sure you guys stay safe. Now, why don’t you go do yours, pretty boy” the guard tells Danny mockingly.

You could see the annoyance on Danny’s face at the guards' comment, but he stays quiet, instead, he turns to Josh. “Josh please, tell them she's fine man.” Danny looks pleadingly at Josh, conflicted Josh looks at Danny then at you. “I’m sorry man, no fans backstage.” Josh shrugs and walks away, huffing Danny turns to the guards. “ Can I at least be the one to walk her out?” He asks looking at them both, “Danny it’s fine. You have a show to get ready for. I’ll be fine.” You tell him, placing your hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze for reassurance. “No it’s not, I don't like the way these guys are treating you, you came here to have fun and enjoy the show!” he tries to reason with you, “not to be harassed by security.” he huffs out the last part.

“It’s fine I caused enough trouble. Just go get ready, you got a lot of other people here that want to see you play your heart out.” You smile at him, taking your hand off of his arm. “I also still really need to pee.” “Right, yeah haha, but at least tell me where you’re seating,” he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “ close to the pit.” You giggle starting to walk away with the guards, having them follow you now. “At least tell me your name?” He shouts after you, right before you get to the double doors leading away from Danny. You turn, smiling at his stance, his arms thrown in the air, “It's Y/N, and don’t forget it!” You shout back, turning around you make your way to the nearest restroom!

Author’s note: let me know if you guys would like a part 2.

Here’s the link to part two

[adreaminmyheart]

"That's pretty unique."

He knew a little about the concept. He'd studied it, but that was over a decade ago! So he wasn't all that knowledgeable, but as long as the guy was having fun. As long as he was doing what he loved, whether that be shocking people with street art or otherwise, what harm was there?

"Art is meant to make a statement! That applies to more than just the kind that's drawn!"

The feline felt relaxed, none the wiser that this guy wasn't a perfect replica of a human. As someone who had been judged a lot, he didn't want to pass judgement on anyone else, not unless they gave him reason to believe they were a negative person. At the question, he couldn't help laughing.

"Sure am! I'm best at musicals, but I've done plenty of films that don't have musical or dance numbers at all! I'm pretty famous around here, I get letters from all across the states! It's hard to respond to every single letter when there are so many, but I try my best! I wish I could be credited by my nickname, but everyone just knows me as 'Daniel Richardson'."

A pause, as he blinked a few times.

"...Really. Just call me Danny. I was named after my mother. Danielle."

An inquisitive look was sure to follow.

"Can't you watch movies on that thingamajigger there? I don't know a lot, but I've seen people on trains, and buses watching things on one of those!"

"Uhhhh, like street artist?" Iros asks curiously. "I do a bunch. Mostly tattoos and graffiti these days, though I don't get much for either of those. But my favorite is Saturn Devouring his Son, to answer that. I like the way it makes people unsettled, especially when they aren't expecting to see it."

There are a few things off about him, for one he has no body hair beyond his head and eyebrows. If his feet were visible under those boots he'd be missing a toe or two, and his nose is ever so slightly off center. Khazen are near perfect shifters, and Iros is exactly that: near perfect.

"Are you some kind of actor?" His blue eyes sparkle a bit. "I've never met anyone famous", he says as though he doesn't share a bed with s rockstar nightly. "I don't watch holos- movies often. Just TV in the hotels I'm at. I don't even have a computer to watch stuff on."

Didn't he just pull out a tablet that clearly had internet on it? Maybe he doesn't consider that a computer.

[chuckbass-love]

Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it’s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

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Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

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Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length  dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess.  Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left. 

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational  in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though. 

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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Sobering Truth

Chapter 10 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: After the fallout of Rafael and Heather, what could this mean to Bryce and the recovering doctor? 

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.1k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of past violent experience and sex

Author's Notes: Almost is Never Enough by Ariana Grande and Nathan Skyes was the perfect song for this chapter, the lyrics are very fitting. Also, watch out for a cameo from a PM character 😊

Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce found himself hunched alone in a bar stool downtown Boston. He swirled the brown liquid in his glass, brows furrowed in remembering the scene in the hospital room. 

His face contorted with the pain piercing through his chest, the possibility of losing Heather once again sinking like a sword. He racked his mind for an option, but it seems all is lost in that battle.

He thought back to their last outing together, and he was so certain that something was there. So why did she choose to stay with someone else instead of being with him?

His lips formed a thin line, his hand rubbing over his face in frustration. The emotions within turbulent and unnerving. Was he just too much of a fool when he thought he had a shot with her? 

This is exactly why Bryce Lahela didn't want to commit. It was far more easier for him to seek momentary connections rather than build permanent ones. He didn't want to relive the rejections-filled past from his adolescence, at the time of his parents' criminal convictions. 

Yet here he was again, suffering the same consequences of wanting something permanent in his life. Something that could bring him happiness. Something better than him being alone in the middle of a crowd of drunken patrons. 

He should've stayed in his own lane of hook-ups and one night stands instead of chasing for this relationship. 

So the first thing he did when he realized that that door is closing, was to go back to his old stomping grounds. 

But why can't he will himself to look around? 

As if on queue, an olive-skinned woman slid herself beside him, her sudden presence invading his thoughts. With a half-smirk and green catty eyes, the coils of dark hair loosely wrapping her head. The mere sight of her was mesmerizing. 

"I know you," she said, almost in a purr. 

Bryce looked back at her, and a long-forgotten heat warmed him up. And it wasn't because of the alcohol in his system.

"I guess my reputation is my charm," he replied, leaning forward. He loosened his tie whilst sipping from his glass. 

"Oh I know all about your reputation," her voice made him shiver, her fingers ever slowly trailing a path towards his arm. "You're the one with magic hands," she whispered, her brows dancing as she spoke. 

This commanding woman was pushing his buttons in all the right places, her sparkly black cocktail dress that clung on her body tightly wasn't making him feel suddenly parched. 

Her hand continued to venture up his arm, and eventually the side of his neck. As it followed the line of his jaw, Bryce couldn't help but lean closer. 

Nothing was stopping him at the moment. 

Miles away from being sober, his lips blew a short burst of air into the woman's bare neck, after which he got the chance to breathe in a whiff of her perfume. 

The jasmine scent was all too familiar. It conjured the image of the woman who Bryce fled away from tonight. 

Heather. 

Snapping out of the trance, he took a step back. Gone was the sexual tension that floated in the air mere seconds ago. Bryce only shook his head to the woman and paid his tab, before almost sprinting out into the cold rain that continued to flood the concrete pavement. 

He let the drops of water wash all over him until he was soaked. With it, the inevitable tears began to fall, which he didn't hold back. He also didn't mind how it easily reduced the numbing effect of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he just consumed. 

Like a thief in the night, the woman of his dreams snatched what was left of Bryce's vulnerable heart. He knew, deep down, that it would take a long time before he can get it back. 

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"Breaking news. Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson pleads guilty as co-conspirators of the kidnapping of Senator Ed Farrugia and Edenbrook doctor Heather Song."

"This is following an intensive investigation by the joint special task force created as the public clamored to protect Massachusetts famed senator. 

"We are joined today by one of the victims, Senator Ed Farrugia, after he gave his testimony today at the Boston courthouse."

The video flicked from a female news anchor to the steps of the city's courthouse, where the politician was joined by Chief DA Tanaka. Heather's hazel eyes however wasn't on the prominent people in the screen, but instead drawn to the tall figure standing beside the older man, his intimidating stature made more pronounced by the sharp gray suit that contoured just enough to please.

Bryce. 

Saying his name, even in her mind, made her involuntarily shudder with regret, aware that between them was an undeniable attraction that she just couldn't shake off. Ever since her kidnapping, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what could've been. Was it just too late for them? Will it only remain a connection that can never be explored? Will it ever be something more? She knew, deep down, if she could change the world overnight, she wanted to try. If there was anything she could learn from her almost dying, it was the sobering truth that life was too short to be restrained by inaction.

But she hadn't been able to speak to him for a while now. He didn't answer his phone nor returned any of her texts or messages. She hoped to get the chance when she was scheduled for her recorded testimony. To her dismay, another ADA visited her and took her witness account. 

She thought he was just busy with the case, but she sensed that he was avoiding her altogether. Her free time provided her so many hours to rack her brain for the reason why. To this day, that question was left unanswered. 

Danny raised his gaze to Heather, as he felt her pulse beat faster than normal. He turned to the TV monitor in the hospital room, stifling a chuckle as he found the reason behind her palpitations.

"Let's try to do this again," Danny said, making Heather's attention swivel to him. 

"Why? Something wrong?" she asked, obviously confused. 

This time, Danny snickered, grabbing the remote from her and switched the channel. The gesture was enough to make her fluster as it dawned on her what the nurse was insinuating. 

"I can't put your last BPM on your chart, Heather. We dont want Dr. Ramsey to not sign off on your discharge papers today. Two weeks of him pestering us is enough torture to last a lifetime," he scoffed jokingly, referencing how the senior attending relentlessly chased the hospital staff to put her case on priority. 

She curtly nodded, her mentor's crass actions embarrassing her further. 

"Thanks, Danny." she sheepishly smiled, hoping the two words were enough to express her appreciation of how the hospital helped her get back on her feet during the roughest period of her life yet. 

Danny returned her gesture, before getting back to taking her pulse. Satisfied, he recorded it to the clipboard in his hand, as her friends thundered into the room. 

Sienna, Elijah, Jackie and Aurora all stepped inside, each carrying an assortment of food items. They moved their Sunday brunch to that day in celebration of Heather's discharge. The welcome noise warmed her heart, their usual banter flowing like music to her ears. 

The thundering of her deep-seated emotions momentarily toned down, as she enjoyed the company of the small family she found in Edenbrook. 

Outside, the weather was warm with no clouds threatening to dampen the surroundings. 

It was going to be a good day. 

*** 

As the last of the questions were addressed and the cameras were turned away, Bryce sighed in relief. 

With the news crews dispersed, Chief Tanaka left to head back to the DA's office, leaving him as second chair to wrap up all the remaining paperwork. He strutted into the courthouse, the ADA facade well in effect. 

It was an understatement to say that the past few weeks were hectic. 

Interviewing Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson was like being pulled into opposite poles. Their personalities were so polarizingly different that Bryce suspected that there was a more to the case than what appears. 

So he advised the special task force to dig into that angle. The FBI's investigation is still ongoing, and he is betting against it finishing soon. 

Today was a day of accomplishments, and Bryce's mood was better than it was ever since that night. Or so he thought. 

As his mind shifted back into the present, he caught the unwelcome sight of Agent Rafael Aveiro conversing with someone in the hallways. He managed to hear a glimpse of the conversation as they got into earshot. 

"You're background would be invaluable to us, Agent Rafael," the strange man in the tweed-colored jacket said. 

"This is such a timely offer that I couldn't refuse. I'll let you know as soon as I wrap up my last case." Bryce heard Raf say. 

"Of course. But please don't keep us in the Interpol on our toes, Agent." 

"Of course, Agent Nazario." 

Taken aback, he stopped, trying to understand what had just transpired. Why was Rafael taking a job with the interpol? 

Once Bryce saw that the special investigator was alone, he approached him, words blazing. 

"Interpol? Seriously, Raf, this soon?" 

Raf turned to face him, surprised at Bryce's sudden interjection. 

"I don't see the need to explain myself to you, ADA Lahela." He politely said as he begun to walk away. 

"But you just got back together! Why leave for an overseas job this soon when she needs you the most?" Bryce's voice rose, echoing into the nearly full hallway. He honestly didn't mind, weeks worth of bottled up frustration threatening to surface. 

A more puzzled expression filled Rafael's face, the line of interrogation making him turn around and stare back at the prosecutor. 

Rafael recognized the look on Bryce's face. It was a mirror of his own haunted reflection. Of a lost love, never to return. The confusion gave way to understanding. 

It made him soften his stance, and place a brotherly hand on the lawyer's shoulder. 

"Look, I don't know why you think that, but Heather and I..." he paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to bury the painful memory of their goodbye into the back of his mind. "We broke up. The same night that she was admitted to Edenbrook after her kidnapping, we talked and agreed to go our separate ways." 

Bryce couldn't believe what he was hearing, his knees weakening with the revelation. Amber eyes widened in shock and feeling like an idiot at the same time. 

He smiled despite himself, the nightmares of his imaginary rejection transformed into a wonderful dream. The door that he thought was closed is now unlocking, and he was determined to blow it wide open. 

With a hasty thank you and goodbye to Raf, he turned the soles of his leather shoes and raced to the door of the courthouse. 

Bryce didn't dare waste another minute to look back. 

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Minor Disappointments’ 10 Least Disappointing Releases of 2019

I wasn’t going to compile a 2019 year-end list for a number of reasons (lack of time to listen to new music, general malaise, little time to write), but I’ve read so much bad end of year music writing that I feel like I must either stoke the embers or assist in extinguishing it. I don’t think I’m doing either here, but everyone likes list so here’s another.

I haven’t had time to really think about 2019 in songs but my favorite this year was, no kidding, a Tindersticks song featuring Robert Pattinson. Speaking of...

10) FKA twigs - Magdalene

  I really wish I hadn’t remembered that Pattinson and twigs dated because it put a slight damper on my enjoyment of this album. Instead of appreciating it in all its genre-destroying glory, as I did on my first listen, subsequent spins led to me becoming sidetracked by tabloid speculation over what RPattz must have done to have wronged this very singular artist. So, whether this is your first listen or 50th, forget all that I just wrote and instead let twigs fill your empty mind with her sometimes delicate, sometimes Kate Bush-evoking, wholly epic songs.

Favorite moment: It’s pretty commendable and bold to place the lead single as the closing track, especially if its something as monumentally gut-wrenching as “Cellophane.” Also, that video is the visual treasure everyone says it is, no fooling. 

9) Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising

If you’ve ever heard Karen Carpenter’s Beatles covers you might have some idea as to what this record is like. But beyond Natalie Mering’s cozy vocals and timeless compositions is an undercurrent of ambient mystery that sets everything ever so slightly askew. At times, Laurel Canyon vibes are completely dispelled for more crepuscular textures, as in the album’s centerpiece, the Julee Cruise-esque “Movies.” Who knows where Mering will go next, but her path, whether from the California sun or glow of the silver screen, is certainly bright. 

Favorite moment:  “A Lot’s Gonna Change”, “Andromeda”, “Everyday” - as strong of a three song run as on any release this year. 

8) Angel Olsen - All Mirrors

The cynic in me wanted to resist this album, but as soon as the cinematic strings kicked in on “Lark” I decided the enormous amount of critical hyperbole that was being thrown at it was mostly warranted. Stately, dramatic, occasionally synthy and largely devastating, All Mirrors taught me that sometimes you may find many of your favorite things in the unlikeliest of places. Please insure your heartstrings. 

Favorite moment: “Spring” which, like a lot of great songs, sounds a little like a fairground ride breaking down. 

7) Danny Brown - uknowhatimsayin¿

This might be the funnest album I’ve listened to all year. It can be hard to do positive but “Best Life” is as heartening as Nardwuar’s interview with Brown and fewer things are happier than that. With his fifth album, Brown has proven he can ably do every mood with aplomb. And if using cleaning references as euphemisms is your poison, then, hell, he can do that too. 

Favorite moment: “Hoes on my dick ‘cos I look like Roy Orbison.” Need I say more?

6) Omni - Networker

One of the strongest post-to-the-nth-degree-punk bands from the latter 2010s, I still have Omni’s 2016 debut, Deluxe, on heavy rotation. Networker, the trio’s third record and first on Sub Pop, has no shortage of twists, turns, technical dexterity, quirk and compositional audacity. Looks like I’ll be overplaying this one too. 

Favorite moment: I could listen to “Courtesy Call” over a hundred times and I still wouldn’t be able to guess what direction it’s going to go in. 

5) Aldous Harding - Designer

 Of all the artists on this list, I find Harding the most inspiring in both her songwriting and her performing style, which is arresting to say the least. The songs on Designer are paradoxically accessible and impenetrable, with seemingly breezy songs like “Weight of the Planets” leaving you with a feeling that’s a cross between a “wow!” and a “huh?”(perhaps a bit like this). Most impressive of all, Harding draws to mind such greats as Nick Drake, Syd Barrett and Nico while always sounding completely like herself. I honestly don’t know what layer of reality Harding is from, but we should all be thankful she’s residing in ours for the time being. 

Favorite moment: “The Barrel” had been in my YouTube queue for ages; after finally watched it I was left confused, mildly disturbed, amused and completely beguiled. This kookily hatted lady is just semi-dancing in a heavily-draped room for nearly five minutes and it’s the most fascinating video in years. If the video wasn’t entertaining enough, it also happens to have one of the funniest and sweetest comment threads on YouTube. Oh yeah, and the song is brilliant. 

4) Deerhunter - Why Hasn’t Everything Already Disappeared?

Deerhunter have really only misstepped once for me and that was with 2015′s Fading Frontier. Seeing as this is the band’s first full length since then, I had quite a bit of trepidation going in. Of course, a lot can happen in four years and Why Hasn’t Everything... is a thankfully thrilling addition to the band’s canon. Whether it be Cate Le Bon’s production, Bradford’s growing ease as a performer and eccentric, Lockett’s unexpectedly Low-esque "Tarnung,” or all of the above, this may well be Deerhunter’s most consistent release since Halcyon Digest. I’m even slightly tempted to say it’s better than it, but the sacrilege is too great.

Favorite moment: “What Happens to People” -- totally unique to the Deerhunter canon and already a classic. 

3) Lana Del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell!!

I never thought I could ever love an album with a Sublime cover on it, but here we are. In all fairness, the inclusion of “Doin’ Time” matters little when the originals on this treatise on Americana is so glorious.  Between the torchiness and the LA-specific witchiness of songs like “Bartender”, there’s not much on here that I’m able to resist. There may still be haters but “The Greatest” drowns them out a little more with each play.  Favorite Moment: “And we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record” - yeah, thank you for doing that.  2) Karen O & Danger Mouse - Lux Prima Truth be told, the first time I listened to this record I cried when it ended because I didn’t want to leave its world. There may have been more radical records by newer artists in 2019, but hearing Karen O doing what she does best, as well as trying many new things, was such a joy to me. I’m probably among only a handful of people who wanted to hear Karen do a straight up disco song in 2019, but we got it and it’s something to be treasured for years to come. To paraphrase Sparks + Franz Ferdinand, collaborations don’t (often) work, but thanks to O’s flawless vocals and Brian Burton’s sometimes Dave Fridmann-esque production, this one is an exception.  Favorite Moment:  I’m tempted to say the whole thing, but “Turn the Light” and “Redeemer” are maybe two of the biggest surprises on an album of many. 

1) Purple Mountains - Purple Mountains 

Purple Mountains is quite possibly a new touchstone in gallows humor. Given David Berman’s suicide less than a month after the record’s release, what should now be a grim and discomfiting listen is so mordant and wry that it somehow overpowers its bleakness. More striking than perhaps even the moments of humor is the album’s tenderness, so beautifully represented in songs like “Snow is Falling in Manhattan” and “I Loved Being My Mother’s Son.” Although it’s undeniably tragic that there will be no more words from Berman, the ones he’s left us with will fascinate and move us for decades to come. 

Favorite Moment: Unsurprisingly, Berman’s lyrical dexterity on this album is beyond measure. From the internal and slant rhymes in a line like “see the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God” to the layers of meaning in “the light of my life is going out tonight”, the wordsmithery here is mesmerizing. If I had the time, I would gladly write an essay on how Berman used color to further emphasize a point. Thanks for the music, David, but thanks especially for the words. 

[adreaminmyheart]

"There's always the beachfront! Just as long as we don't, ah... go near the water."

He was touched, hearing that his presence made it hard to leave. At least someone admired him. That was something he didn't get very much of, especially in the whole path to becoming a star thing. He wasn't recognized for his incredible singing, and dancing ability. Always the small roles.

Maybe now he was thinking about doing some traveling himself... there were other methods of singing and dancing that could make someone a star. It's just that movies seemed like the easiest choice of action.

"They have professional photograph takers right down there on the beachfront, and there are so many cool vendors to look at!"

He moved with a spring in his step. Without any question, he was holding the hedgehog's hand, a rather warm feeling in his heart as he did so.

"Whenever you're ready, we'll hit the pavement!"

"You make it hard to want to leave Danny."

Sonic chuckled and thought for a moment. A picture together sounded great, but if it was going to be a special photo, they needed a special place for it. He glanced over at the feline with a smile.

"I am honored, but a photo such as that requires someplace special for us to really capture the moment. Something...sentimental."

The hedgehog looked thought some more. He then figured, well, if Danny knew the place more than he did, then perhaps he would have a good place in mind. Perhaps a place important to him?

"You wouldn't happen to have a place in mind like that, would you?"

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Can we get an update on what's in your queue? If it's not too much trouble I mean.

Hello love,

There is currently 226 one shots in the queue, 2 coming out a day (for December there will be 3 but the third will be a Christmas one shot we’ll slot in for those days).

- Lottie.

Rosa Diaz- Interrogation

Tickles- Wanda Maximoff (2)

Nick Burkhardt- Run

Matthew Crawley- Baby (1)

Embry Call- Deserve

Matthew Crawley- Baby (2)

Spencer Reid- Clean Slate

Tom Branson- Proposal

Harry Judd- Number

Sara Lance- Similar

Angel- Gaelic

Lena Luthor- MIT

Fareeha Amari- Don’t Go

Winn Schott- Goodbye

Eliza Schuyler- Consolation

Winn Schott- Fear

Olivia Moore- Soup

Mon-El- Love

Peter Parker- Tiger Cub

Cisco Ramon- Villain

Ginny Weasley- Name

Mon-El- Drunk

Roger Davis- Help

Kurt Hummel- Courage

Jeremy Gilbert- Fangs

Yorkie- Love

Aro- Question (2)

Peggy Carter- Jealousy

Jasper Hale- Listen

Angel- Jealousy

Jake Peralta- Serious

James Ford- Paternal

Ben Grimm- Rescue

Newt Scamander- Loss

Graham Simpkins- Little Rascals

Loki Laufeyson- Sakaar

Angela Ziegler- Witch

Thor Odinson- Sakaar

Hanzo Shimada- Dinner Party

Steve Rogers- Confession

Mei-Ling Zhou- Beekeeper

Tony Stark- Loss

Varian Wrynn- Sieging Orgrimmar

Fred Weasley- Broken Heart

Moira O’Deorain- Road Trip

Drusilla- Snack

Daniel Cleaver- Lunch

Faith Lehane- Nightmare

Angel Dumott Schunard- Snow

Faith Lehane- Books

Maddie Rooney- Try-Outs

Faith Lehane- Hope

Ben Grimm- True

Sirius Black- Sweetheart

Oliver Queen- High Maintenance

Riley Finn- Brother

Hermione Granger- Lost Cat

Anya Jenkins- Love

Alice Cullen- Nature

Fred Weasley- Hug

Roy Harper- Nerves

Bucky Barnes- Sunshine

Freddie Kingsley- Promise

Javier Esposito- Secret

Thor Odinson- Arena

Cora Crawley- Visit

Galina Reznikov- Apprentice

Anna Smith- Injury

Mark Cohen- Maureen

Marauders- Jar

Tony Stark- Time

Kate Austen- Alternate Universes

T’Challa- Legacy

Juliet Burke- Protect

Eric Coulter- Fallen

Desmond Hume- Beeping

Sirius Black- Think

Boone Carlyle- Calm

Peter Quill- Dance

Sayid Jarrah- Promise

Clint Barton- Tiny Human

Charlie Pace- Babysit

Clint Barton- Kitten

Cait- Lunch

Scott Summers- Nervous

Edith Crawley- Jobs

Molly Weasley- Dress

Blaine Anderson- Turbulence

Luna Lovegood- Soft

Mike Chang- Proposal

Scott- Summers- Two and a Half Years

Kate Austen- Exercise

Scott Summers- Far From It

John Mitchell- Trust Me

Lucio Correia Dos Santos- Kidnapping

Remus Lupin- Late For Class

Robbie Jennings- Captain

James Potter- Periods

Ben Wheeler- Jersey

Charlie Weasley- Fridge

Danny Wheeler- Hurt

Marisol Gonzales- Work

Remus Lupin- Pain

Jack Shephard- Black Eye

Molly Weasley- Consolation

Olivia Colomar- Hacker

Ginny Weasley- Dress Shopping

Mimi Marquez- Fidget

T’Challa- Battlefield

Hermione Granger- Yule Ball

Sherlock Holmes- Boyfriend of the Year

Clint Barton- Mario Kart

Marcus Bell- Sherlock

Hana Song- WiFi

Bucky Barnes- Date

Kili- Injured

Spock- Love

Nymphadora Tonks- Fluffy Socks

Leonard McCoy- Run Like A Maniac

Sirius Black- Secret

Robbie Jennings- Ready

Matthew Crawley- Birth (1)

T’Challa- Strength

Veronica Sawyer- Dead Girl Walking

William Thacker- Cutlery

Heather McNamara- Loss

Pietro Maximoff- Kitten

Alana Dwight- Snoring

Steve Rogers- Ready

Rosa Diaz- Tech Monkey

Thranduil- Feelings (2)

Mark- Husband

Ben Grimm- Pregnant

Rowena Ravenclaw- Training

Hope Van Dyne- Happy

Brigitte Lindholm- Worry

Sirius Black- Restless (2)

Matthew Crawley- Birth (2)

Willow Rosenberg- Alexander Hamilton

Brook Soso- Kindness

Jean Grey- Left Out (2)

Regulus Black- Friendship (2)

Buffy Summers- Protection

Olivia Colomar- Proposal

Dawn Williams- Date Night

Ginny Weasley- Secret (2)

Olivia Colomar- Ash

Stacy Hinojosa- Molly

Ginny Weasley- Toothpaste

Matthew Simmons- Bedtime

Thor Odinson- Optimistic

Peggy Schuyler- Heat

Paige Dineen- Coffee Shop

Scorpius Malfoy- Crush (2)

James Potter- Run and Hide (2)

Remus Lupin- Souffle

Leo Fitz- Photograph

Natasha Romanoff- Old Friends

Valkyrie- Nightmare

Sirius Black- Hate

Emily Prentiss- Wedding

Leo Fitz- Betrayal

Matthew Simmons- Daughter (1)

Matthew Simmons- Daughter (2) 

Matthew Simmons- Daughter (3) 

Matthew Simmons- Daughter (4)

Natasha Romanoff- Leave

Thea Queen- Truth Or Dare

Peter Parker- A Whole New World

Remus Lupin- Bedside

Jennifer Jareau- Proposal

Elle Greenaway- Doing Well

Ginny Weasley- Study

Queenie Goldstein- Walk

Tony Stark- Elastic Bands

Spencer Reid- Stripper

Willow Rosenberg- Anxiety

Greg Lestrade- Deduction

Aragorn- Stars

Tara Chambler- Shower

Peggy Carter- Assistant

Jenny Calender- Think

Buffy Summers- Cupboard

Wanda Maximoff- Mutation

Valkyrie- Defeat

Lorna Dane- Pregnant

T’Challa- Protective Brother

Rupert Giles- Protect

Xander Harris- Sleep

Ruper Giles- Broom

Ana Amari- Fareeha

Ruper Giles- Attack

Lumier- Flirtation

George Weasley- Home (2)

Sirius Black- Shower (2)

Faith Lehane- Distraction

Aela The Huntress- Dragon

Lorna Dane- High School

Eponine Thenardier- Letter

Imra Ardeen- Centuries

Dorcas Meadowes- Bullies

Angie Martinelli- Keys

Jemma Simmons- Hospital

Angelica Schuyler- Forbidden Love

Eliza Schuyler- Love

Diana Prince- Beautiful

Peggy Schuyler- Arranged Marriage

Beca Mitchell- Comfort

Paige Dineen- Idiot

Happy Quinn- Fire

Amy Madison- Spell

Angel Dumott Schunard- Visitation

Joanne Jefferson- Cheesy

Narcissa Black- Auntie

Bonnie Bennett- Hoodies

Samantha Arias- Date

Ofelia Salazar- Injury

Maggie Sawyer- Morning

Ruby Lucas- Clean Up

Kara Danvers- Role Model

Kelly Booth- Dancing

Rosa Diaz- Jake

P.T. Barnum- Accident

Daniel Osbourne- Injury

Ruper Giles- Ladder

Willow Rosenberg- Witch

[aion-rsa]

Ranking The Bill’s Christmas Specials From Best to the One Where Reg Plays the Back End of a Panto Cow

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Christmas is where you find it. Sometimes you find it in Canley Borough Operational Unit Command, Sun Hill. It’s a rough joint where the hours are long and life is short. It’s where the cops play hardball, the dames play hard to get, and the dame-cops do both, in sensible shoes. (That’s right, some of the cops are dames – though admittedly, not really until the 1990s, and they rarely make it past Inspector.) 

Over its 27-year history, British police procedural The Bill aired 2,425 episodes, just five of which were Christmas specials. They represent 0.0020% of the total output, and 100% of the episodes where Reg Hollis plays the back end of a pantomime cow. That makes each one a rare truffle for this little piggy to sniff out and stack in order of greatness. Let’s get sniffing.

5. Twanky (1997)

The plot: PC Polly Page is having a mare directing the annual Sun Hill Christmas panto: Aladdin, from a script by Tosh. The scenery keeps falling down. Widow Twanky loses his voice. Reg Hollis gets his head stuck in a cow. The Princess Lychee (it was the nineties) costume is accidentally swapped for a box of shoplifted fetish-wear that’s exhibit A in an ongoing trial. Then the venue cancels at the last minute and a crazed ex-con stalks the production, takes a hostage, and attempts to cosh the Assistant Detective Inspector to stop him taking the witness stand. Time until police work: 4 minutes 43 seconds. There’s a call-out to a bar fight involving a carving knife and 107 stitches. Who gets nicked? Three kids who steal a trolleyful of frozen turkeys. A hostage-taking pantomime-cosher. And DC Rod Skase, who gets nicked and sexually assaulted by a pair of coppers from a rival station who honk his Widow Twanky balloon boobs. Best line: “You tell Deakin, there’s no way Jason’s going down. I’ll ‘av him.” High points: Reg saving the day with a new venue and the hostage-taker getting taken down by the might of Sun Hill live on stage, to the delight of the audience, who scream like it’s the Beatles at Shea Stadium. Low points: The Gary Glitter song and dance routine (hindsight). Why it’s in fifth place: It’s the only one of The Bill Christmas specials that makes you watch what feels like an entire pantomime, including songs and an overlong cow-based dance routine. Nobody should have to go through that at Christmas. 

4. The Night Before/The Morning After (2000)

The plot: The Sun Hill uniforms are planning a Christmas bash at their local, but CID’s nose is out of joint about not getting an invite, so they nick the landlord’s son for possession (an early role for Matt from aptly named boy-band Busted) and get everyone barred. Reg finds a club as a stand-in party venue but they all get into a mass punch-up in the queue. Married PC Dave Quinnan rescues PC Polly Page from the melee, and overcome by lust, they embark on an affair, feeling each other up in the meat wagon and getting entangled underneath an orange duvet. Meanwhile, two department store security guards commit aggravated robbery and pin it on a small-time Glaswegian shoplifter, who tries to appeal to Duncan’s Scottish camaraderie by spinning him a pack of festive lies.  Time until police work: 00:47. Straight in. Two uniforms go to pick up a department store shoplifter who makes a run for it through soft furnishings but comes a cropper by the vacuum cleaner display. Who gets nicked? The Scottish shoplifter, Matt from Busted, and eventually, the two security guards. Best line: “I got him in the grotto” “Sounds painful” High point: Learning that Reg’s middle name is Percival Low point: A surprisingly long C-plot about Derek and Jack needing a wee. Why it’s in fourth place: A complete absence of Christmas magic. It might be set during the festivities, but this dour two-parter’s adultery plot and EastEnders-style domestic drama feels not the faintest bit Christmassy. It’s a lot of moping around in dressing gowns, grumpy bickering and lonely heartache, more kitchen sink than Frank Capra. 

3. When The Snow Lay Round About (1999)

The plot: A bottle episode! The Sun Hill crew is snowed in on a mostly silent night down at the nick. Having been cruelly mocked for the quality of his Christmas tree, Reg goes out into the snow, whereupon he intercepts a rogue snowball-thrower setting off the local burglar alarms. A Christmas orphan arrives in the form of Glen, whose foster family refuse to come and collect him because he keeps running away and is generally a bit of a knob. Glen’s dad is doing five in the Scrubs, so Glen keeps robbing the staplers and calling everyone filthy framing pigs. A comedy Russian barbershop quartet show up when their minibus is stolen, and they all get the major horn for Sgt. June Ackland, who loves it. Tony brings in a drunk elf, who promises to grant him a Christmas wish if he can go free. Tony wishes for mince pies, and then magically a boxful is delivered. Danny the Elf makes the Serg’s Christmas wish come true by unearthing Glen’s grandad to come and pick him up. Time until police work: 5:04 Tony radios in a drunk and disorderly elderly man found singing Jingle Bells and trying to climb a lamppost on Fenton Street, who calls himself Danny the Elf.  

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Who gets nicked? Danny the Elf and Reg’s phantom snowball-flinger. The Russian minibus thief goes free because he brings the bus back, makes up with his barbershop quartet and they all have a sing-song. Best line: Glen’s heartbreaking “Do they have Christmas in prison?” High point: Danny telling Serg he was the one who’d granted his unexpressed Christmas wish for Glen to find his beloved granddad, then disappearing to the sound of sleigh bells as the theme music kicks in.   Low point: The Borat-alike Russians. “We must tour UK for orphans charity!” Must you? Why it’s in third place: It’s very silly but really Christmassy. It snows! There’s a tree! Reg has an action scene (off-screen, but still). It has a happy ending, and the storyline about Gary the foster child ends up being genuinely moving. Comedy Russians aside, it’s a very respectable hour of festive TV. 

2. Santa’s Little Helper (2008)

The plot: A spate of burglaries is traced back to a market stall Santa, who robs people’s houses during the one-hour wait for their family’s grotto photo. It turns out that Santa’s on probation, and clean, but his daughter Lisa and her boyfriend were doing the robberies to pay off his pre-prison debts to a wrong’un. Sun Hill’s finest conduct an impressive sting operation, then keep going up the chain until the investigation leads them all the way to a notorious organised criminal gang leader. Time until police work: 0:42. Two uniforms respond to a 999 call about an unconscious elderly man at a break-in. No messing. Who gets nicked? Lisa. Lisa’s boyfriend. Lisa’s dad. The loan shark and thug who was terrorising Lisa. Best line: “Thieving Santa, they’ll be telling me the Tooth Fairy’s a crack dealer next.” High point: When they’re letting Father Christmas out of custody and give him back his beard out of an evidence bag. Low point: All the stick DC Stuart Turner gets for owning a Westlife CD and keeping his flat tidy. Masculinity is a spectrum, officers. Broaden your minds. Why it’s in second place: It’s not only quite a touching story about a family trying to stay together at Christmas (albeit through breaking and entering and a bit of ABH), it also a well-plotted, satisfying series of revelations that kick-start an exciting, twisty-turny multi-episode plot about DC Stevie Moss’s undercover work that’s more or less a bonus series of Line of Duty. We’re talking high-stakes criminal gangs, guns and double-crossing.

1. Christmas Star (1998)

The plot: Tony is organising the works Christmas do, and promising the world on a £15-a-head budget. (The world: music, crisps, nuts, some grub, champagne, lap dances for the men and a Father Christmas stripper for the women.) Trouble is, he’s done a hooky no-VAT deal for cheap booze with the Cash and Carry, which gets raided by the Fraud Squad, so has to pay full whack out of his own pocket at the offy instead. A BMW driver has done a hit and run, leaving a schoolgirl Arsenal obsessive in a coma. Suspecting the owner is lying about his car having been stolen, P.C. Santini does some proper coppering, finds out the owner’s wife was driving, and nicks them both. On top of that, he manages to get the victim a hospital visit from Arsenal’s Emmanuel Petit. A Christmas miracle! Time until police work: 2:06 All units are called to the high street because of the hit and run. Who gets nicked? The BMW driver and his wife. Best line: “Tony’s had a bit of an annus horribilis” “And quite a rough year.” High point: Eddie delivering on his footballer promise to the victim, but being classy enough to keep it to himself. What a mensch. Low point: The BMW owner’s cliched beatnik stylings, man. Why it’s in first place: It’s a gripping, well-paced hour, with a satisfying ending, and a moral about not promising what you can’t deliver. It’s got a guest star in the form of 1990s football sensation Emmanuel Petit, and a hero in the form of P.C. Eddie Santini. Also, being set in 1998, these days it’s a lovely nostalgic watch. Someone gets a fiver out of a Midland Bank cash point! Someone else pays their share of the drinks kitty by cheque! All the women’s eyebrows are plucked thinner than an Elizabethan royal. Truly, a hallowed age. 

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Merry Christmas to all! (But mostly to P.C. Reg Hollis).

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